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!