Friday, February 12, 2010

In Lieu of....

In lieu of "Random Friday," I am going to talk about "UN-Valentine's Day."  Valentine's Day is a Hallmark Holiday that has grown to ridiculous proportions.  I think we try to out do ourselves every year.

When I was in junior high and high school, I dreaded Valentine's Day.  And what I dreaded more were the Valentine's grams.  I watched as "everybody" but me got piles of the grams.  I know now, that it was probably more along the lines of a few people got a lot while the rest of us sat empty handed.  I wish I would have thought to send one to myself.

Years later, I matured(somewhat) and I met my future husband.  Our first Valentine's together was spent in Texas; meeting his family.  No worries, we would just celebrate after we got back home.  Besides, there was always next year right? A year later, we had been married 5 months and were going through our very first transfer.  We moved on Feb. 14...aka...Valentine's Day.  But it was okay, because we celebrated on an earlier date.  Besides, there was always next year right?

The next year came, and found me having a laparoscopy.  So yeah, Valentine's was pretty much a wash yet again.  The next two years I was a Barbershop widow as my husband and his quartet went around from place to place delivering singing Valentine's grams complete with flowers and candy.  Why I never got one, I don't know.  I digress.  After 4 straight years of failed Valentine's Day's we decided it was more of joke anymore.  Oh we still did stuff for each other.  But it just has never been a very big deal for us.

This year, I had the grand idea of having UN-Valentine's Day.  Instead of scrambling in the last couple of days, we will buy the candy when it is on sale for a quarter, and celebrate it on some odd day such as Feb. 22nd.  Just something totally random and out there.  And make our evening out something totally unromantic--but together none the less.  I think I got a little carried away in my giddiness when I suggested we go to the grocery store for our date.  I got a pity chuckle and an eye roll.  What?  I thought it was funny.

What are you doing for the Hallmark Holiday?  Are you going all out?  Being simple?  Or are you going to make a mockery of it? 

Picture of the Day
This is the remainder of a tree that our neighbors had cut down.  Ryan is pointing at the tree trunk's "brain."

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Writer's Workshop

I love Thursday's because that means it is Mama's Kat's writer's workshop.  What on earth would I write about if I didn't have her!  Today I chose 2 prompts.  They were all so hard to choose from, that I had a hard time even choosing just 2.  I chose:  A List of Do's and Don'ts and Tell Us About That Scar.

Do not stick a bobby pin inside of an electrical socket
Do not stick a 9V battery to your braces
Do not eat cocoa before it has been sweetened
Do not stick your tongue on a pole in the winter
Do not eat paste
Do not chew with your mouth open
Do not roll your eyes at your mother
Do not stomp your feet unless you are happy and you know it
Do not grab toys out of your siblings hands
Do not cut people off in traffic
Do not say mean things
Do not accept dares

Do eat chocolate at least 3 times a day
Do play on the computer
Do act silly in public places
Do take naps
Do watch mindless television
Do read a lot
Do write actual letters it's a lost art
Do pat yourself on the back once in a while
Do buy yourself a present every now and then
Do take time for yourself
Do be a true friend
Do laugh a lot
Follow these simple rules in life, and you will be a happy camper.

 Have you ever gotten a bruise that you have no idea where it came from?  And then everybody who sees it asks where you got it?  All you can do is shrug your shoulders and mumble an "I don't know."  That is me most of the time.  Right now I have a ginormous bruise on the back of my leg.  It is ugly, purple, blue and brownish.  I tripped on a scooter and the thing flipped up and hit my leg.  I guess I should be glad it was my calf and not my shin.  OUCH!    I have another ugly one on my hip.  It even has a scrap to go with it.  I have no idea where that one came from.  Although I am willing to bet, that when I hip checked whatever it was, I probably thought, "That will be a bruise!"  Scars, though are different.  We have a tendency to remember those.  I think it is because there is story behind each one.  

When I was about ten years old, I went with my friend to her dad's work.  While we were waiting for her mom to do whatever she needed to do--yeah back in the day when you could just run in--we ran around the truck chasing each other as kids often do.  Instead of being in a parking lot, it was loose tiny gravel and dirt.  Well wouldn't you know it, clumsy me munched it.  I scraped up my left knee pretty good.  It was dirty and bloody.  My friend's mom did her best to clean me up, but it really needed to be washed out.  After we got home, my mom did that.  Or rather, she tried.  You see, a lot of the tiny gravel bits had embedded themselves into my open flesh.  I remember her trying to pick them out.  There were some that just weren't coming.  What's a mom to do.  I didn't need a doctor.  It wasn't that bad.  I am a bleeder so yeah it was bloody.

Many years have passed and I still carry the mark from that day, complete with the little tiny bits of gravel and dirt that refused to leave my body.  I had a guy I worked with once call it "wicked."  I thought, ummm okay.  So I have a wicked cool scar on my knee all because I played chase with a friend on tiny loose gravel bits.  Maybe I should change my story.  Any thoughts?

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

What's In A Name?

When I say Clark, do you think Kent and therefore head to Superman?  If I say, Edward, do you think Cullen?  And then go to Twilight?  It's true, we hear a certain name, and our minds automatically conjure up an image to go with it.  It could be a personal thing, or a famous thing.  Either way, whenever we hear a name it means something to us.  Clark Kent is a nerd but we all know who he really is.  Well there is a name that I have noticed that almost always is pseudonymous with kicking butt! Let's turn back the clock a bit tho...before this name meant opening a can of whoop ---!

Once upon a time in 1977 a show ahead of it's time started.   A man pretending to be gay in order to live with his two lovely roommates.  I loved this show.  Still do, and it is largely due to John Ritter.  Who couldn't love his lovable counterpart, JACK Tripper.
Jack Tripper was girl crazy, and almost always turned on.  He was sweet, funny and clumsy.  The character was loved and Mr. Ritter's portrayal of this guy lives on.  For years, whenever I heard the name "Jack" I immediately landed on him.  
Then I was introduced to another Jack....
Meet Jack Ryan.  He's a CIA Analyst.  But don't be fooled by that.  He's got what it takes and he is the Boy Scout type!  So now, Jack took on a different meaning.  He was no longer that silly sweet lovesick puppy.

What about Officer Jack Traven.  He did a lot of nutty things on that bus. 

Not only was his name Jack in the movie, but the actor playing him...well...what can I say??  He's Jack Nicholson!
Now who doesn't love him?  Sure he's a womanizing, rum swilling, sell-you-out-to-save-his-own-butt kind of  guy, but when it comes down to it, he makes the right choice and he fights to the death.  Captain JACK Sparrow.
 This guy comes across as mild mannered, but right before our eyes, and on day one, he goes into rescue mode.  Well, he is a doctor after all.  He also has to fix everything.  And he will do everything in his power to get it done.  Dr. Jack Shephard

But this guy is the one you want on your side.  He will do whatever it takes, no matter what the consequence to save his country.  To save his leaders.  To protect what is dear.  He doesn't mess around either.  If he has a gun on you, you better talk.  If you are lucky he will only shoot you in the leg.  JACK BAUER IS WHOOP A@#!  He will pull a knife out of his own flesh, and chuck it across the room with lethal accuracy and take out the bad guy. So if you were to ask me...I would say Team Jack.  Cause there is no other team. And if you don't think so, then you don't know Jack.

Monday, February 8, 2010

So Many Questions

The other day as I drove my kids home from school and I made my usual right turn at our usual corner off the main street...there was some jack#@* wise guy parked there with a friend leaning into the passenger window talking to them.  I had to make a very wide right turn to get on the street.  He is lucky the corner is not real obstructed from that direction.  And further more he is lucky there wasn't a cop around!  Which brings me to this...on my way to the grocery store, I noticed a cop car double parked next to another.  They were obviously talking about a very serious case and how they were going get the bad guy.  I mean why else would they break the law like that?

My brother-in-law used to be a cop.  He told me once how many times he had seen officers abuse their authority and how angry it would make him.  He told a couple of vague stories that had my jaw sitting on the ground.  My BIL was a good cop.  And I am certain there are many.  So if you know someone who happens to be a cop, I am not bashing them personally.  I am just saying it totally irks me, when someone who has taken an oath to uphold the law should not be allowed to break them at their convenience.  Am I wrong here?  I mean for all I know they were planning something, but isn't that what a parking lot is for? My guess is they were bored cause they had already met their quota.  Oh yes they do.    Besides, I am certain that if you or I did that, we would get a ticket of some sort.

Now that I have that question out of my head, here is another one for you to ponder.  On Saturday, I went bra shopping.  Yay.  *insert eye roll and a huge sigh* Who among my bloggy sisters enjoy this activity?  That is not the question.  How often do you get new ones?  Did you know you are supposed to acquire new ones every three months?  I knew I was needing them.  It had been two years a while since I last bought them.  I prefer underwire for my girls.   Well, when said wire snaps and pokes through the sad remains of what was once a bra, the girls get kind of mad.  So I knew I needed to do it.  My hand was forced.  But hold on...I am not sure what size I really need.  Do you  know how to measure for a bra?  If not, go here and it will tell you.  But no this is not my question either.  At the risk of over sharing, I have to explain that after measuring myself 2 times and even letting my husband measure me, the result was the same. My girls have grown right along with me.  I am now ready for the D cup.  Here is where my question comes in.  Why are the big bras placed on the bottom of the display racks?  I am sorry for the A & B's, but you have far less to tote around so it would be a lot easier for you to bend down than us.  Yeah, I know it makes more sense to go A to D than D to A, but sheesh!   I was successful in my search and landed on Vanity Fair.  I was a bit mortified to see that I did in fact fit into the D cup.  Nicely.  I don't see myself --in that area--as needing something that size.  Take a look at one the next time you are out.   If you have ever wondered what the sizes mean, wonder no more.  Here is what they mean:

A ... Almost Boobs
B ... Barely there.
C ... Can't Complain!
D ... Dang!
DD... Double Dang!
E ... Enormous!
F ... Fake

Pictures of the Day
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She's gone
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