BARBIES….NAH….

All this blogging about Barbie dolls got me thinking. I never was one of “those” girls. Not that “those” girls are bad or anything. They just liked doing things that most girls wanted to do. I could never understand it. I was a tomboy.

I was outside most of the time running, playing batman, hide and seek, and beating up the boys. I was the fastest thing going. And I mean I really was fast. The boys I couldn’t beat up I could at least outrun. (don’t laugh, it saved my bacon a few times when I got cocky). It got so bad that I (in grade 7) took on a guy that was in grade 10. He had been particularly nasty to my older sister and then had the nerve to hang around our house. She had broken up with him and he made her cry. She had come home in tears and I guess he followed her and taunted her all the way back to the house. I put the run on him. I mean no one picked on my sisters except maybe me.

I never really started any fights but I was sure quick to end them. I hated bullies. They were my favorite to go after. There was just something that bothered me about someone who picked on another kid just because they were different or smaller. I would tuck them under my wing and it soon became known that I would indeed retaliate for any harm done to my “Protectee”. I actually had quite a following.

My Mother desperately tried everything to get me to settle down. It didn’t work. I was brought up to be independent and a free thinker. So once I had tasted that freedom it was highly unlikely that I was going to change. I tore more clothes than my other 3 sister put together. Grass stains, dirt and rips abounded. And fashion…what the heck was that??? I wore the most uncolored coordinated outfits imaginable. As long as I had a top and a bottom on and was covered…who cared was my thought. I found out many years later that my sisters didn’t like to be seen with me as they were afraid they may have to admit they knew me.

At age 17, I finally discovered boys and things changed. Well a little anyway, as I learned that if I just wore all black, everything matched. Easy and I didn’t have to fuss around with all those colored things and wonder. Sticking to the neutral palette works well for me and I know I can throw in one color and I am safe.

So Barbie was out for me…no top heavy, prissy, dress her up in ball gowns, rich, skinny Malibu babe was going to divert my attention. I wanted adventure, travel and fun things to do in real life. I have finally achieved most of what I dreamed of. Still a tomboy but with a feminine side but I don’t know where it came from. Perhaps some of what mother and the sisters told me really did rub off. Not much but enough to get me by. I think…..

I am a prison guard in an all male institution….You be the judge!!!

10 HONEST THINGS ABOUT MYSELF

Over at the blog of Bee and Rose I was award the "Honest Scrap" award. Thank you!

Here are the rules for the award:

The honorees are to:

A) List 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!

B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap

1. I eat too much of the wrong things. I know I should eat better but still don’t.

2. I don’t like giving up control.

3. I don’t work out as often as I should. I am lazy that way but I still expect results.

4. I am not fond of children…. I know I should be but I am not.

5. I have a long distance relationship. I am in Canada and he is in New Zealand.

6. I like younger men.

7. I am loud.

8. I dislike injustice and unfair practices.

9. When I think the truth will hurt a person, I will lie.

10. I don’t think I am very pretty.

Because I am still not too sure of my way around bloggy land, I am not going to tag anyone at this time.

Thanks again!!

CHOCOLATE AND ME

Chocolate is a friend. Always there. Always ready to comfort me. Always satisfies and never ever gives me cause to be hurt or angry. Ready to come out of its hiding place without notice. Never questions my resolve to eat or not eat it. It just waits. No having to phone it to come out even at 2 am. No having worry about disturbing it. No wondering if I am causing it to change plans. Or find a sitter. Or make other arrangements. It is free to be there at my whim. My desire.

Ever since I can remember I have loved the sweet sensual taste, aromatic smell and the gorgeous silky texture of chocolate. I love the feeling of having a piece of it in my mouth, sucking on it and pressing it to the roof of my mouth and savoring a luscious thick chunk for as long as possible. With it stuck to the roof, I can brush my tongue up against it to generate a stronger flavor as needed and feel it melting and flooding my mouth with its delicious essence.

It makes me relax, gives me a time out and fills me with warmth. It restores me. It gives me the energy and necessary lift to go on. I crave it, yearn for it, need it, have to have it, want it, desire it, long for it, covet it, hunger after it, wish for it and nothing else will fulfill that craving once the thought has hit. It is in my life and will stay forever and I will enjoy it as much 10 or 20 years as I do now

I am going to go and find some of that wonderful stuff to help boost me out of this depression….. It is almost orgasmic….ummm SMOKE TIME !!!!

JUST A LITTLE DEPRESSED

Again I sit in front of my computer and nothing is coming to mind to write about. I think I am in a little depression. Well maybe not depression but more like a recession. That seems to be the buzz word of the day. So like the whole world, I will have to bail myself out since the government is choosing to put it's money towards the economy instead of helping me.

There are a lot of reasons for me feeling the way I do. The News is terrible. My favorite hockey team is in a major slump. My boyfriend isn't talking to me. It's winter and I didn't win the lottery. There is more but the list would just keep going on. I think I just need a kick start up the ladder of reality and spring will be here soon enough.

I will go buy myself a big bunch of bright colored flowers. You know, I use to do that all the time but for some reason I stopped doing it. Fresh cut flowers seem to lift my spirits. The smell and the colors are so pretty. Then maybe I can write about something much more interesting.

In the interm, hang in there. My creative juices will flow again.

Thoughts of the Day

Sorry fellow bloggers and visiting people...Don't have any.

That's just how it goes....some days genius and some days like this...Just a big old blank canvas waiting to be filled. What little brain cells I have left are obviously off working on another project or on vacation. They have no time at this moment for me. How rude of them to leave and not tell the boss. Come back i said...but they didn't listen. So i have spent the last hour staring at the monitor wondering what to write. NOTHING!!!! Not even a whisper or a clue. So here I sit ....clueless in Abby. Nothing is inspiring me. Can't even get an idea for a poem.

Bloggers Challenge me!!

MINDING MY OWN DAMM BUSINESS

So here I sit…. I lost another argument.

It happened like this:

Me: I need some chocolate

Self: No you don’t

Me: Yes, I think I do

Self: You want it…You don’t need it

Me: One piece won’t hurt

Self: That’s the same argument you gave yesterday and then you ate 8

Me: I did not!!!

Self: Yup..pretty sure you did.

Me: Do you not have anything better to do than count how many chocolates I eat.

Self: You did ask for my help..

Me: Well I meant if I was to really go overboard

Self: 8 is overboard and you didn’t work out today or yesterday like you said you would

Me: Why don’t you go get busy counting my socks or something?

Self: Because you made me do that a week ago and the number hasn’t changed

Me: You are so self righteous…maybe if you had more chocolate you would be more understanding

Self: Look fat ass…you want to eat chocolate till you are a thousand pounds you go ahead. Just don’t be blaming me like you always do

Me: Well maybe you should be coming up with better arguments then

Self: Here we go again….It’s always my fault. You eat chocolate and then say I didn’t try hard enough to help.

Me: Well you let me down sometimes

Self: You are impossible. Now you have me thinking I need chocolate

Me: I’ll go get it…You wait here

Self: Yeah…and you’ll eat some in there while I’m not there to count

Me: Bitch

Help Me…I am a sick person!!!

PICK BACHELOR NUMBER NONE

To Charmaine over at Middle Age Dating
I just couldn't resist...Sorry I need to learn how
to link posts...


Danger! Danger! Don’t pick him

His eyes look like he’s full of sin.

It’s not that he’s an ugly fellow

But why are his eyes red and yellow?

Discard! Discard! He’s turning blue

Wait could that be his new tattoo?

He’s hiding from the human race

By putting pictures across his face.

Oh No! Oh No! That’s not the one

He does look cute and lots of fun.

There’s no room for you upon the shelf

He obviously just loves himself!

Reject! Reject! This one looks bad

The worse one that you have ever had

He’s casual and so sublime

And just committed another crime!

Decline! Decline! His eyes are crossed

He sort of looks like he is lost.

He’s feet go one way, his head another

He’s looking for his long lost mother!

Oh Me, Oh My! Another choice

This one has a cracking voice

He’s too young for you it seems

The law says he must be sixteen!

I AM ANGRY......

This morning I watched this video clip over at Stesha's Blog.

I AM ANGRY..... and so should a lot of other people be....I am speaking of this woman...this sanctimonious bitch named Ann Coulter. Can you imagine her saying that the reason for society’s failure is "the single mother". She obviously has no real reason for her stupid uninformed statements but has inserted her own personal opinion and needing someone to bear the blame. Her comments slam every single mother in the world. Not only single mothers who have had a child without being married but single mothers who have had their husbands killed overseas in a war. Single mothers who cannot tolerate being beaten or seeing their children abused, or decided they have had enough of the husbands cheating, lying or stealing etc.. Husbands who might have been junkies, murderers, thieves, gamblers or worse. Or why hubby left for a younger woman or decided he didn't want to be a father or just felt like he was being "cramped".

Just for the record, I am not a single mother. My children are grown up and on their own. My husband and I raised 2 lovely girls. If something had happened to him, I was not about to let my children be raised by anyone but myself. It is only by the grace of GOD that nothing happened and I didn’t have that role forced upon me.

Ann Coulter needs a reality check. She needs to listen to why some women are alone. Why they have chosen or been forced to raise a family alone. The question WHY begs to be answered...Why are single fathers praised while single mothers are a plague to society? Ms. Coulter is an ignorant self righteous cow that can no more relate to what is wrong with the country or the world than a blade a grass could to another cow. She blurts these words like they are a wisdom that should be obvious. She is the only one who has noticed this phenomenal occurrence between the downfalls of society and single mothers. She must have been studying this for all of about 10 minutes because there certainly wasn’t much thought put into it.

I am angry with you Ms. Coulter. I do believe I could never be associated with you as you have shown you callous stupidity to the world with your lack of compassion and understanding. People like you are a blight on a society that has enough problems without your type putting in your two cents worth of nothing.

THE ORANGE POEM

In my "Purple" Post, "Yaya" made a comment and challenged me.

This is my response:

Orange is the color of the setting sun

We watch it in the light

We like the way it slowly falls

Into the dark of night.

Orange Marigolds line the garden walks

They cheer up our dreary day

They last so long and seem to glow

We wish that they could stay.

Fire flickers flames of Orange

Its embers glow the same

Never knowing that the joy it gives

Will ever more remain.

Some cats are Orange and lazy

As they sprawl and sit

The Orange goldfish just swim away

And they don’t care one bit.

Pumpkins lay out in the field

Ripe and Orange and bright

Waiting to be chosen for

One very special night.

Out of all the Orange things in the world

The one we like the best

Is Yaya’s hair and she thinks

Orange is better than the rest.

And since we all love Yaya

For her this Orange poem is penned

It’s all yours to sit and read

Over and over again.

THE COLOR PURPLE

Just in case no one noticed from my blog, I like purple. I have a lot of purple in my life. To me it just is such a pretty color. It makes me happy to see it and sometimes I have to control myself not to buy something just because of the color.

This is one of my favorite poems about purple. Let me share. For those of you who have seen it, enjoy again and for those reading for the first time……I hope you like it.

Warning (also known as “The Purple Poem”)

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

by Jenny Joseph

I'm Trying Dammit

I do try to blog often. It just doesn't work that way. I get a great idea but when I go to put it on paper, POOF....gone. Poor thing probably died of loneliness and left for better climes. You know....like the wind. Don't know where it went but gone just the same.

I have been reading many blogs done by you fabulous ladies. I have run the gambit of emotions over them. Laughed, cried, been made thoughtful and reflective and been thankful that I am not going through what some of you are. My heart and prayers go out to you all for sharing your lives. I can tell you something ....Are you listening cause this is important. Okay.....You may think your lives are mundane but they aren't!!!! The comments that others are making should tell you that. You think THEY would waste thier time if YOU weren't interesting....come on ladies. It is through your blog you share yourself, your life, your dreams and hopes, your families, your ideas and your love. To others You are the line between hope and despair. To still others YOU are an inspiration. Yes I said INSPIRATION....for example....because of you, I am going to try to be a better blogger in 2009. See ...inspiration!!! I do know what I am talking about here....

I know some of you think you are just "amusing" yourself. Just sorta putting down random day to day things. But to others it is truly sharing. Think about it....these strangers, these readers of your blogs, are in your life. They know a lot about you as a person, your likes and dislikes, your children, husband and whether or not you like cooking, horseback riding, painting and the list goes on. Someone out there needs to hear about the "crappy" day you had because they thought they were having one too. Then they realized they aren't out there alone. That life is sometimes not fair. That it can kick you one day and make you fly the next.

So ladies, back to that lost thought I couldn't find. I thank each and everyone of YOU for writing faithfully and openly. I will read and I will TRY to be a better blogger.