Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!

Thursday, August 31, 2006

I see in the paper today that NYC has the 2nd slowest commute to work in the nation!!!(right behind Vineland NJ?????(a suburb of Philadelphia, but who really cares.)

No shit! I mean I live in one of the outer boroughs and I can actually almost reach out and touch Manhattan. Yet if I were to take public transportation into the city, it would take me two hours door to door! So this news is nothing new to me. I could swim across the river faster!

But one gets used to commuting and I find ways to keep me busy...(like looking for visible panty lines on men, e.g.).I usually read while on the train. But this morning I had a group of very load women standing near me and I couldn't figure out what language they were speaking (I think Russian or Polish) but it was hard on my ears and my head. Had a headache to begin with and I just wanted them to shut up! On the other side of me I had a guy falling asleep who at any minute was going to fall sideways onto me. I keep shifting in my seat and kinda nudging him with my elbow...he'd wake up for a second...shift, and off he'd go again, little by little tilting in my direction....was a lil comical if you want to know the truth. Then I faked a loud sneeze! Achooooooo! , pulling up my arms and making sure I nudged him.....this woke him up! and kept him awake as I kept blowing my nose and fidgeting....He gave me a dirty look as if my germs were gonna make him sick or sompin.....the nerve of him! when his slimy lil head almost landed on the shoulders of my newly cleaned jacket!

Hope this day gets betterer!!!!


Wednesday, August 30, 2006


Ok, so I'm losing my mind...what else is new?

I'm sitting here (in my office) this morning (got in early so its not like I'm doing this on company time or nuttin) and a friend of mine calls me to ask me if I've ever wondered if men worry about panty lines! ( i.e., a prominent, visible panty line or VPL ("Visible Panty Line") occurs when the outline of someone's underpants becomes visible through his or her clothes). Hmmm...gee, I've never really wondered about that I told her, but now that she's brought up the subject, I'm not really sure......I don't think they worry if their underwear lines are showing or not...and I don't recall ever seeing a VPL on any man's ass I've had the occasion to google at on the subway or street. But I will ask around. Maybe even do a little survey to find out if they actually think about that while they're dressing. And now that she's brought the subject is rather interesting that they don't seem to have panty lines and us women have to go thru the pains of choosing what underwear goes with what pair of pants or skirt we chose to wear! We've got a lot to choose from tho.......bikinis, thongs, hi waist, lo waist, gramma bloomers, and the occasional "none"....(which I believe is known as "commando") and also the fact that they must match our bras! Where did all this begin anyway? I mean why am so concerned about whether my bra matches my panties or whether you can see my underwear thru my skirt or pants? It's not like I'm going to disrobe on my way to work or at work, (well maybe on my way home, (if i get lucky, he he) Oh's for when I get home so when I walk in to the door and disrobe after working all day, I'll be all matched! Yeah that's it! ;-)


Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Some Deep Questions

Just some Tuesday afternoon, rainy day questions....(cause I'm going nuts here at work so I feel like sharing my nuttiness, if y'all don't mind..... ;-)

Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?

Why does you OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?

Why does the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?


Think on This!

Email of the Day.....

Something to Think About

Number 10 Life is sexually transmitted.

Number 9 Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die .
Number 8 Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him Without an erection, make him a sandwich.
Number 7 Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a Person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.
Number 6 Some people are like a Slinky.....not really good for Anything, but you still can't help but smile when you push them down the stairs.
Number 5 Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday,lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
Number 4 All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
Number 3 Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars And a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?
Number 2 In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
AND THE NUMBER 1 THOUGHT FOR 2006: We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located.
Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Happy Monday!


Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won’t go away
Monday, Monday, it’s here to stay……………..
(Mamas and Papas)

Sunday, August 27, 2006


I've had a falling out of sorts with something I've loved all these years, something I've craved, yearned for, even would kill for or die for!....Chocolate. I know, I know, how could I? Without even realizing it I crossed over the boundary to vanilla! You see, once upon a time I loved chocolate...would keep me company on those long lonely nights when I had nothing but cravings. Would satisfy me in so many ways when those "I need something" sweet urges would come upon me out of nowhere. It kept me company when I baked for the holidays, on birthdays, even the occasional "romantic" interlude. (ha, those were the days). Let me not digress tho. Well now that the "experts" say that chocolate (in its purest form) is actually good for you, I don't want it! I've become a "vanillaholic"! You don't see that word being thrown around like "chocoholic". But that's what has happened. I love everything vanilla all of a sudden and I'm wondering why there isn't more studies being made public about the benefits of the poor vanilla bean. I mean after all, it's derived from romantic....! And, according to what I found on Google( which we all know to be the truth and nothing but the truth), Thomas Jefferson is credited with vanilla’s arrival in the United States. When he returned from his ambassadorship in France in 1789, he was dismayed to discover that no one in the States knew about vanilla, so he wrote his French attaché requesting that he send him 50 vanilla pods. Clearly Jefferson’s personal passion was well received since soon it was used as a flavoring and a medicine, and – you’re right – an aphrodisiac. the 1800s Dr. John King, advised in the American Dispensatory, that one should use vanilla to, "stimulate the sexual propensities." He went on to give a very carefully detailed recipe for a decoction promising amorous evenings. If the good doctor was right, a hefty swig of vanilla extract before bedtime could work like a charm. In controlled tests designed to better understand the connection between smell and sexual arousal, Doctors had volunteers wear masks scented with an array of odors. Several fragrance combinations were found to be very effective in increasing penile blood flow. These included lavender and pumpkin pie, doughnut and black licorice and pumpkin pie and doughnut. However, mature men were most aroused by just one simple smell…vanilla! Modern science has proven what native people figured out centuries ago, and many of us discovered on our own -- whether you prefer to eat, drink, or smell it, vanilla is definitely a potent character in the arena of love!

Hmmm, vanilla does seem to have some promising benefits!

And, in the words of Forret Gump, "That's all I have to say about that"!


Saturday, August 26, 2006

Lazy Day

Happy Weekend! A lil music for your continuted dancing pleasure.....

Friday, August 25, 2006




Get those feet moving!


The Three

"Just D", "Biker" and Me......The three,

At the airport....

Meeting for the first time....

Forming impressions...



Now knowing........

"Friends for a reason". :-)

Thursday, August 24, 2006

OHHHHHHHHHHHH BTW, the other "net friend" that I mentioned in my other post that I'm also meeting today at the airport is:




Going buggy

I wonder if my encounters with bugs these past days is indicative of a sign of what my life is like......these past days I've been running into pests in the damnest places...I mean I'm just walking along, doing my thing...and there they are..........

Slugs.....lots of em on the sidewalk the other day
Hornets.....all over a tree trunk yesterday
Flies.......all over the other tree...(never saw that before)
Lil gnats all over my office.....

Slugs and hornets and flies....oh my!!!!!

My interpretation:

Slugs: represent the fact that I'm moving too slow? But what's with all that gooey stuff? LOL

Hornets: Yeah I can't get onery.....or does it mean horny? hmmmmm

Flies: bzzzzzzzzzzzzing around.....bothering people? Not me!!! lol

Gnats: This, I believe, is what lifes' doing to me......a lil at a time.......and I'm not even noticing until it's too late.......

Ok enought with's starting to scare me now.........;-)


Wednesday, August 23, 2006

What the f......????

This is a "blows my mind" moment. This is something that truly amazes me and yet breaks my heart. These are the possessions of a homeless man I run into on my daily trek to my office....I don't know whether you can see it or not but there's a pallet (on wheels no less) that's about 10x5 with a rope that he uses to drag it along over his shoulders....three shopping carts ...two small dumpters just brimming over with "stuff". The funny part of all this is that it's in a different spot every time I go by! I mean he's got enough "stuff" here to funish a five room apartment!!!!! and it's not all junk either...there's kitchen chairs, a table, shelves, paintings.....All I can figure is that maybe he sets up this stuff at night and entertains? I realize this is not something to joke!!! he must be in really good shape to be moving this shit around like that.....Maybe some day I'll ask him!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


OHHHH....guess what? My friend and blog idol, Boondoggled as you know, is going on vacation....but I didn't mention that she's got a layover at the airport by me! We're gonna meet for dinner...along with another "net" friend.....that we've known for a while. It's nice to form friendships then get to meet people that you've been talking with. Wonder if she'll still talk to me once I "guest" blog for her.......(I promise to be good. He he he!)



Went to bed too early last night...then couldn't sleep after two hours.....had a few cups of coffee this morning.

Peace.....(she says really fast)

Monday, August 21, 2006


This may have been ok with my Mom, but this shit just ain't effing right!!!!!!!!!!(unless of course you change it to "How to be a Good Husband" (sans the makeup!)


How to be a Good Wife from Housekeeping Monthly
An article published in “Housekeeping Monthly” in 1955. It is a measure of how things have changed since then. While it may make the male readers laugh, it will probably enrage the women readers! (my comments in parens)

One: Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed. (The stove's right over there, dear!)

Two: Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. (Ok fine, I'll do that)

Three: Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it. (after I take my prozaik and down three martinis)

Four: Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. (ok, i'll leave work early just for this, better yet, i'll do it before i leave, even better - do it your effing self!)

Five: Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc. and then run a dustcloth over the tables. (what's a dustcloth?)

Six: Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by.Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction. (I live for this!)

Seven: Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimise all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. (No problem!)

Eight: Be happy to see him. (as always!)

Nine: Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. (Just a smile? I do this all the time as long as the kids aren't present)

Ten: Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours. (Yes dear!)

Eleven: Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax. (totally understandable and encouraged!!!!)

Twelve: Your goal: try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquillity where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit. (no need to worry about me, I'll be just fine.)

Thirteen: Don’t greet him with complaints and problems. (Never!)

Fourteen: Don’t complain if he’s late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day. (I love an open marriage!)

Fifteen: Make him comfortable. Make him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. (Wonder what they're really trying to say and can't cause it's 1955!)

Sixteen: Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice. (WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT???????, SHE SAYS SOFTLY)

Seventeen: Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him. (OK OK!!)

Eighteen: A good wife always knows her place. (Yeah looking down a barrel of a shotgun!)

Aarrgghh- Monday

I wish I could wake up like my dog. I'm not talking about looking like him, mind you, although he is sooo cute, doncha think? What I mean is dogs go from 0 to 90 as soon as their eyes open...I, on the other hand, go from about 0 to 5 only after about an hour after waking. In other words, I'm a slow waker upper....Gotta have my coffee, my shower, a lil reading....I just can't wake up and go...give me a lil time and I'll get there....Oh and that reminds me, as I got from 0 to 2 here, it's "aarrgghh" Monday and a reminder to all you people to get out on that campaign trail for michael c to get elected...and you all know why by now....."aarrgghh" Mondays will officially be changed to FUNDAYS!!!! and I can't think why y'all wouldn't want that to happen.....


Sunday, August 20, 2006

Lazy Day

Ahhh ..A lazy Sunday! My kind of day. Didn't do an "effing" thing, excet went down to the water, sat in my beach chair and gazed at the water...(was all I was capable of doing today)..was nice too! Just trying to find some inner peace and make my heart smile again.

Saturday, August 19, 2006


Oh, one more thing I have to share ....My friend and blogger idol, Boondoggled,(link to the right) has asked me (and another one of her strange friends) to "guest blog" for her while she's away on vacation. Now is that an honor or what? Or maybe she just doesn't know what she's getting herself into. She's already put up a disclaimer on her blog.. I doubt that'll cover the err, damage that may be done between Roll (the other charactor who will guest blog) and I by the time she gets back. But it'll be fun! So if you have any suggestions for some strange and weird ideas, let me know ok????


Ya wanna know something? I hate slugs! There, I've said it. I don't hate a lot of things but I think slugs are high on my list..probably right behind liver. Why, you may ask, am I sharing this? Well......I decided to go for an early morning walk today, ya know to clear my head, commune with nature and all that good stuff. It's a beautiful day out, the sun just peaking up over the horizon, nice and quiet......and as I'm walking along I came across a colony? , ok a whole bunch of slugs on the sidewalk in front of someone's house. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! is all I can say......Wanted to jump up on a car! lol...but there they were...slithering their gooey lil slug bods across the sidewalk! I mean what's up with that? I thought they only came out at night (oohhh there's a song! lol). Anyway....kinda ruined my Zen like trance I was trying to obtain.....

But then again maybe I should just make "Yuck" my mantra! May work, huh?


Friday, August 18, 2006


It's happy dance friday (no exclamation points, lower case), but hdf nonetheless and i just can't let it slip by, sooo I hope y'all dance.. even if it's just one step... peace

I Haven't Even Met You and Now You're Gone

A sadness washes over me today
A heaviness in my soul....
Coming from anticipation being grabbed from my being...
Sucker punched in my spirit.

Flying away from me, not toward me........
Be well my friend.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

here we go again's boredom night

You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.
However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.
You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.
You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

Your Hidden Talent

You have the power to persuade and influence others.You're the type of person who can turn a whole room around.The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don't abuse it.Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!

Your Seduction Style: The Natural

You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.
What Is Your Seduction Style?

just cranky!

I'm in a fog today. Foggy brain. FB for short. I usually wake up with some thoughts about what I'll post or a feeling in my heart that i'd like to share about. Not today. It's like someone cut off my juice. I hate when that happens. My mood is one of who cares, leave me alone, don't even think about looking at me let alone talk to me. Oh I've got to change this ornery disposition! I'm thinking as I type this something 's gonna happen to inspire me, lift my spirits, touch my heart, make me smile, laugh, sing, dance. I usually sit down and write a quick ditty before I leave for work..but for the FB, I decided to wait until I got to my office to write (shhh) because I'm bound to see something or be inspired by a heartfelt moment on my way to work. Well I've realized (not just today) that when I'm having one of these FB mornings there is absolutely nothing that one can do, say, or show me that can change me. I have to just feel the feelings (however cranky they may be) and let them pass. And pass they do.....! Hurray!


Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Oh the load I carry!

I'm seriously beginning to consider not going to the gym at all anymore. Why, you may ask? BeCause I carry enough crap with me to work that I don't need a gym or weights and I walk so much I don't need the treadmill or stairmaster. What I do need is a pack animal. A llama perhaps....(but I doubt that they'll allow an animal on the subway). (There enough of them already).......I'm going to weigh my briefcase later to see how much of a workout I'm truly getting....Gotta cut down on the load.....(My hand bag is another thing...I NEED everything I have in there...up to an including that stale pack of gum and old bandaids).......Ya know where I can get a llama wholesale????? ;-)


Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Fun, Fun, Fun hear we come!

Rainy days and Tuesdays always get me la la la......

Yes, you read that correctly, Tuesdays....I hear tell by http:// that there's a new political party forming to elect Michael C for president based on his platform of changing Mondays into Fundays and tacking them onto the weekends. This way those Monday morning blues, blahs and arrgghhhs will now be eliminated and replaced by sandals, shorts, and fun!!!!!!
So get out on that campaign trail now and urge all those Monday haters to register to vote!

Monday, August 14, 2006


In a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said: " Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so. "
That night, as the princess dined sumptuouslyon lightly sauteed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself: I don't freakin think so.


Mondays ;-(

It's "Aaarrrggghhhhh" Monday again! How'd that happen? Well, at least it's a little on the cool side today, which is one thing I'm always grateful for. Just remember tho, I'm keeping notes. Don't know what the day will bring. But here's hoping for something wonderful. (I like to act as if, then my mind will get there too). Here's hoping for something wonderful in your day too :-) Catch y'all later, as the day unfolds.


Sunday, August 13, 2006


The ghosts of the past come upon me,
Bringing thoughts of those who once loved me,
Their smiles and voices resonate in my head
Bringing warm thoughts and feelings into my heart.

Awoken now, the visions fading....
My heart yearning to hold onto the feelings
That arise when "they" visit me in my dreams....
They were taken away from me.....too young,

One, too early, before I had a chance
To grow up and show what kind of person I've become
The other...still too early, before I had a chance to make amends.

Dad and Bill, my brother.........wish we could rewind the movie.


Saturday, August 12, 2006

Me Me Me Me Me

My Saturday!!!!!!!!


Friday, August 11, 2006



Remember my ankle? (lol) the one I injured and had the aircast on and don't anymore and the reason I was cabbing it for two weeks and started physical therepy for? Well....I started to walk again from the train to my office. But....I have to do it very slowly. Now, have you ever tried to walk slowly in NYC during rush hour? NO ONE and I mean NO ONE does! I did a post once about walking in NYC. It's kinda like driving.....there's a certain rhythm to it. Well there's a certain anti-rhythm to walking slowly....but it's much more than that too. I've read about "walking meditations" and kinda poo pooed it as some new ageism, money making, don't have time for that type of gimmick. However, since I've been forced to walk slowly in a speedy environment, I've noticed something. I'm calmer! I don't have that sense of urgency inside. That feeling that I've got to get there and get there fast and get there now like everyone around me has been lifted. It's rather nice ya know. It's too bad we learn new lessons from mistakes and often times tradgedy.
(and I sure hope I can maintain this newly acquired slowness of mind and calmness of self).



Yippee Yahooooooooooooooo IT'S HAPPY DANCE FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! feet are moving again! I can dance.....(even tho slowly and with a limp)..and I can walk!!!!!! (no more "Cabbing It" stories)!!!!!
It's a beautiful day!
(born to be wild too)

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Put your glasses on!!!!

Need glasses?

Lotions and Liquids

Ok ...the big news of the day....Great Britain has thwarted a terrorist plot to blow up a few dozen planes flying over the US. I'm glad they caught it, gives me one less thing to worry about today...As a result cannot take any kinds of liquids or lotions onto the plane. Well.... that leaves me in a bit of a quandry....actually it's going to leave me on the ground! I cannot travel without my "liquids" and "lotions" nonetheless live without them. How will I wash & condition my hair, youthen (new word) my face, keep my legs from irratation after shaving, freshen my breath, deordorize my underarms, numb myself while flying (my flask of whiskey), screen myself from the sun, unred(another new word) my eyes, polish my nails, soften the callouses on my lil feet, remove my eye make-up, kill sperm (did i just say that?) lol, well you get the picture, doncha?

Planting my feet on the ground, Peace!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

I Hope You Dance

After my last's time to listen to one of my favorite songs..........

I Hope You Dance (Lee Ann Womack featuring Sons Of The Desert)
(Mark D. Sanders/Tia Sillers)

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making

Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance

(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their years and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance


I hope you dance

I hope you dance

(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their years and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)


On the train this morning the lights went out in one car, mine. Was kind of eerie. I was reading a book...then fade to black. As the train moved along underground, flecks of light would enter from the tunnel outside, turning the car rather disco like...siloulettes of people there, then blackness, then again. Cept no one was dancing....!

Kinda like my mood's not dancing. It should be because the weather is perfect! No humidity, in the 70's, and after last week's heat wave it feels like a fall day. My perfect kind of day too. I should be celebrating this day. Cept my mood is black. Don't know why. I won't stay here in this black hole for long tho. I will make up my mind that whatever it is that's bothering isn't really all that important in the universal scheme of things. (I'll be dancing later!)


Tuesday, August 08, 2006


Your Theme Song is Beautiful Day by U2

"Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away"

You see the beauty in life, especially in ordinary everyday moments.
And if you're feeling down, even that seems a little beautiful too.


Wow, I was researching something here at work and came across disheartening!!!!!!!!

Mean Scientists Dash Hopes Of Life On Mars

PASADENA, CA–A team of cold-hearted, killjoy scientists at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory callously announced Monday that the likelihood of complex life on Mars is "extraordinarily low," dashing the hopes of the public just like that.

"What? Are they sure? I'm crestfallen," said Shreveport, LA, real-estate agent Martin Lucas, 47. "I remember back when I was a little boy, I'd dream of life on Mars. I'd lie awake under the covers imagining myself having all sorts of adventures with these Martians I befriended. How can those scientists just dismiss it so nonchalantly? What jerks."
Added Lucas: "Maybe next, they can do a study definitively disproving the existence of Santa Claus."

The scientists' misanthropic announcement was made at an 11 a.m. press conference, which many in attendance thought was going to be about something exciting, such as the discovery of fossilized organisms on Mars or maybe even Martian cities, complete with Martian ranch houses, Martian hamburgers, and Martian sewer systems. Instead, the crotchety scientists cynically announced that radiation levels on the Red Planet's surface are too high to make possible the survival of living organisms.

"Because Mars' atmosphere is far thinner than Earth's, solar radiation penetrates its surface at greater levels," said NASA's Cary Nicastro, whose team relied largely on data from the unmanned Mars Odyssey spacecraft. "The radiation measured by Odyssey was so intense, the chance of advanced surface life is virtually zero."

To many, the NASA announcement was, in the words of Bakersfield, CA, claims adjuster and science-fiction buff Bill Cartwright, "incredibly negative."
"[Nicastro] didn't even try to break it to us gently," Cartwright said. "Doesn't he realize that a lot of people think it would be incredibly cool to have a giant Martian invasion force next door? In the future, when scientists make statements like this, they should do it with a little more sensitivity and regard for our feelings."

Adding insult to injury, team member Christine Luo said freezing temperatures and a lack of surface-flowing water make Mars inhospitable to the future development of life.
"If flowing water does exist, it's most likely below the surface, possibly under the vast ice caps," Luo said. "These harsh conditions would present a formidable challenge to the evolution of complex organisms."
"Nyah, nyah, nyah, Mars is too inhospitable for life," said Columbus, OH, resident Bryan Olin. "We're scientists and we make everything boring. We want proof of everything and don't want space exploration to be fun."
Aeronautics expert and NASA watchdog L. Kennan Brooks said the space agency has a long history of being a total buzzkill, repeatedly shooting down the prospect of extraterrestrial life in our solar system.

"Since its founding in the late 1950s, NASA has willfully–and at great taxpayer expense–rejected decades of creative speculation about space," Brooks said. "In the '60s, it refused to investigate the existence of the Man on the Moon. The Viking Mars probe of the '70s left millions of third-graders deflated with its lack of data about flying saucers and little green men. And probes sent close to Jupiter in the '80s made no effort to prove, once and for all, if God lived there."

Instead, Brooks said, NASA stubbornly insists on analyzing cosmic data in the most coldly rational ways possible.

"They could be doing such exciting stuff, but they won't," Brooks said. "Rather than using the Hubble Space Telescope to prove the existence of black holes, we should be piloting a fusion-powered spacecraft straight into the heart of them, coming out the other side into a parallel universe populated by our evil, goatee-wearing doubles."

"They refuse to allow even the faintest possibility that the Martians can't be detected because they're invisible. Or maybe they occupy a different dimension," Brooks continued. "There's a world of possibilities here. These scientists should depend less on cold, hard data and more on their imaginations. They'd probably be a lot less cranky!

Too fast

Ok..It's Tuesday...Blah Tuesday...Better than Monday tho....I really don't like it that time passes so fast...I mean what happened to Monday? I was just getting things going when it' ended. Pretty soon it'll be Wednesday. And I haven't even started what needs to be done today. Maybe I should stop writing this post and get back to work? Yeah...maybe. Later......


Monday, August 07, 2006

Dog Waxing

My lil snot nose dog took a snooze yesterday. His mother (me, in case you're wondering) must have missed the garbage pail when throwing away a piece of gum. Lil dog wakes up and comes running over wearing his "Where's Mom, where's Mom? look. Finds me and lays on his back for his gazillionth of the day tummy rubbing. Lo and behold I find chewing gum all over his lil chest! Geeze, I say, "Where the heck did you lie and get gum all over you?" (I know, I know). Anyway, Mom (me) tries to pull it off...not good!..I think the growling and whimpering noises were a clue to stop

Ok, Ok, ...I got the scissors out and start snipping (he lets me do anything). Can't get that last little piece off, dammit! I look into his bulging brown eyes and say: "This is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you"........RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

His chest is now smoother than a baby's bottom and if he could talk he may have let out some of the same expletives heard from "The Forty Year Old Virgin" in the movie of the same name.

NOTE TO PETA: Don't be coming after me, I really didn't hurt him.

Joke Day


Little Red Riding Hood is skipping down the road when she sees a bigBad wolf crouched down behind a log."My, what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf."The wolf jumps up and runs away.

Further down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again andThis time he is crouched behind a bush."My what big ears you have, Mr. Wolf."Again the wolf jumps up and runs away.

About two miles down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolfAgain and this time he is crouched down behind a rock."My what big teeth you have Mr. Wolf."With that the wolf jumps up and screams, "Will you knock it off, I'mTrying to poop!"



Here's some Monday morning sunshine for ya! (aarrgghhh, Mondays).


Sunday, August 06, 2006

Another milestone

I just listened to a program on public radio about empathy this morning.

(From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: "Empathy is one's ability to recognize and understand the emotion of another. As the states of mind, beliefs, and desires of others are intertwined with their emotions, one with empathy for another may often be able to more effectively divine another's modes of thought and mood. Empathy is often characterized as the ability to "put oneself into another's shoes", or experiencing the outlook or emotions of another being within oneself, a sort of emotional resonance.")

From what I gathered, "empathy" is now a required course for medical students. I wonder why they figured they had to incorporate that into the curiculum????? So now my doctors (who look like my children and will soon become grandchild like (lol) if I keep getting older, are going to listen to my ailments and be empathic? They say that by being empathic, their patients have a tendency to listen and follow directions better. They make it sound like all patients are idiots and never ever follow their doctors orders. Well maybe, just maybe, they came to that conclusion because of the god like, egomanical qualities that doctors seem to possess to begin with (those that are self taught, mind you). I mean like duh~ I've been around enought doctors in the past few years due to Mom's health and family members ailments to draw the conclusion that doctors don't have time to be empathic. They give you approximately 8 minutes!!!!!! How can they afford to be all nice and smiley and make you feel all sweet and bubbly inside? They can't! And I bet they won't! (Do I sound bitter?) lol


Saturday, August 05, 2006

OMG How weird is this???

You Are Best Described By...

Landscape With Butterflies
By Salvador Dali

here we go

Your Blogging Type is Confident and Insightful
You've got a ton of brain power, and you leverage it into brilliant blog.Both creative and logical, you come up with amazing ideas and insights.A total perfectionist, you find yourself revising and rewriting posts a lot of the time.You blog for yourself - and you don't care how popular (or unpopular) your blog is!

ha ha ha ha

So, these two cannibals are eating a clown and one cannibal looks at the other cannibal and says"Does this taste funny to you?" HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA..........

(and thanks, Irv)


Ok...I woke up this morning with this song in my head, part of one line goes "..........turning into butterflies across our nation.............." (wonder if it's my new butterfly tatoo that caused that), but anyway I often wake up with a song playing in my head.....and it's often indicative that I'm in a good mood. So it's a good thing, mind you. At least I think so, altho there are those out there (psychoanalysts perhaps) that may think differently...but I don't care what they think. So there! LOL.'s the the song I mentioned ....and the winner gets 100 points! a song with the word butterfly in it (title or lyrics) and the winner will get a free 90 day pass to Michael's Blog Rehab Center (if and when the time comes) (I hope Michael will back me up on this one.....;-)


Friday, August 04, 2006


Oops....Got so caught up in the tatoo thing....I forgot it was Happy Dance Friday.....and guess what (remember my ankle? and why I couldn't do the Happy Dance for the last couple of weeks?, not the ankle with the tatoo, but the ankle i hurt?), well....I think I can do a few steps today!!!!! I actually walked (altho very slowly) from the train to my office this morning.....Life is good!!!! Happy Dancing.....


Heat stroke or stroke of genius?

I'm a hippie at heart (turned yuppie years ago against my will and the young has turned into mature). As hard as this is to believe I can act mature and professional when I have to (e.g. at my job) but otherwise my hippie ways always come to surface in one way or another. Case in point: our office closed early, on my way home I decided to go to.....GET A TATOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I losing my mind?'s just something I always wanted to do. One of my favorite expressions is: IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!......So here I am, a somewhat mature (but crazy) professional woman with a butterfly tatoo on my ankle. (And, I'm thinking about going back for another one.)..........


Thursday, August 03, 2006

blog reflections

I've been reading lots of blogs of late. They run the gamut from serious to insane, profound, downright silly, funny, sad, uplifting, sexy, XXX rated, and boring.

I suppose I would describe mine as somewhere to the right of the middle of the road neutral. I just write a little ditty here and there of whatever touches my heart or funny bone that day. I write it for me, not for an audience. Its fun to compile bits and pieces of what's on my mind, then go back and read it all at a later date. Makes me smile, sometimes cry.

At first, I was very reluctant to start a blog. But my "blog idol", Boondoggled convinced me that it would be fun and addictive. I saw how much she was enjoying doing it so I said, what the heck. Now I look forward to posting a thought here and there. I've formed new friendships with people I'd never get to meet otherwise. Some of us have lots in common and sometimes it's just fun to go back and forth with opinions anonymously. So, fellow bloggers, keep those cards and letters coming......I'm enjoying them!!!!!

(P.S. I've been seeing this HNT thing going on (Half Naked Thursday)......and altho I will not publish a pic of me half naked, (I'm working anyway)....I wish I was all naked today!!!! So hot here again. So to those of you who are lucky enough to be half or whole naked.....nice!!!!)