How to Stay Alive, So Far
Posted: January 17, 2012 Filed under: Advice, death squads, Hell, Karma, Life Today, News, rant, Sad, Whatever | Tags: anger, dead tomorrow, here today, insanity, murder and mayhem and one bad word, reality, scary 10 Comments »Warning: the photo at end of this includes a word that some might find offensive. So sue me.
I will tell the story of the past 48 hours when later. Maybe. Have just two words for you : BE CAREFUL.
Despite the fact that I’ve always lived in nice places and have behaved myself sometimes, I’ve been a witness in a murder trial, thrown in the back of a car by two men (they were saving me from rapist), and almost shot while having a cocktail. I repeat, my lifestyle isn’t sketchy.
Night before last, a young woman was shot to death in her car. Within walking distance of my home. It is so tragic.
Already in possession of a serious alarm system, locked gates, a butcher knife by my bed, other accoutrement, and a ferocious dog, I’ve been forced to take things one step further. (Ferocious dog has hot spots, vet said to put him in baby t-shirt. I don’t have any baby t-shirts so Ferocious is wearing a smocked dress my eldest wore when she was three months old. Not very off-putting to criminals; dog won’t look at me). So, I have posted the following statement on all doors….
Here’s hoping criminals can read. And that the police find the %$#$ who killed an innocent woman. Very soon.
Pissed. Off to terror management.
Later. Hopefully.
Good Reads, Phrases Translated, BS Intervention and Questions!
Posted: January 11, 2012 Filed under: Books, Dating, Favorites, Funny, I am an idiot, Kids, men, money, Music, Reading, reality tv, Whatever, Words | Tags: Alexandra Fuller, Books, bs intervention, Caprice Crane, Dance Moms, funny, Gavin DeGraw, insanity, Jimi Hendrix, life, men, Moni Moshin, possibility guy, Reading, reality tv, Regina Brett, wacked words 12 Comments »
Good Morning, All! For some reason, my interior clock has been going off at 5 am, no matter how late I’ve gone to bed. It’s my theory that our “interiors” change every seven years – guess this is one of those. But I digress…..
Reading
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Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexandra Fuller (read this one first)
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Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness by Alexandra Fuller
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Stupid and Contagious by Caprice Crane
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Be The Miracle by Regina Brett
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Duty Free by Moni Mohsin - hilarious
Listening
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I wish I could play the piano like Gavin DeGraw does in his song, “Not Over You”. Beautiful. Even for people like me who are not even in that place (missing an ex), it still is mighty fine. Would also like to play the guitar like Jimi Hendrix beginning with “All Along the Watchtower”.
Not Watching – one of my jobs allows me to work from home which allows me to watch tv and/or dance while I work. Am giving up tv because of these shows:
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Extreme Cheapskates – watched this once time for 15 minutes; REPULSIVE and two of my former relationship men DID some of this stuff – told you I was a bad picker. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.
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Dance Moms – some of the stage moms on this show make any and all Housewives of Who Cares look like church ladies. Instructor Abby Lee Miller scares me more than Ron Paul + Nick Sabin + Rick Perry but she does get results out of her child dancers. One mother, the embodiment of self-control and a perfect role model, aimed her mouth at Abby Lee screamed “Whore” several times, in front of the children. I mean, her daughter didn’t get the part Momma thought she should. NOTHING. RIGHT. ABOUT. THIS.
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Downton Abbey on PBS – Amazing period piece with costumes I am drooling over. Plus, these people behave properly.
Translations English to English
- cool kicks - nice shoes
- throwing bo’s – place is so crowded, elbows needed to make way through
BS Intervention and Man Stuff
- Help, SOS maybe – ok, this is where your input is requested; do know that if you say something I don’t like, you will have 17 years of … something. I THINK I NEED A BS INTERVENTION. Specifically when speaking with Possible Possibility Guy. Back story: have been running into him for years but paid no attention for whatever reason. Plus, when he saw my youngest daughter, he was rendered fairly speechless and he is too old for her. It has been recorded here time and again, I am a geriatric magnet. I am not a geriatric nor am I interested in men older than my dad. Possible is about my age, has hair, and is one cool customer. When I talk to him, my bs reeks. The most inane information flies out of my mouth, truly horrifying. This is uncommon. Maybe it’s the seven-year change thing. If I don’t get my bs in line, I will be forced into a world where I’m pushing wheelchairs, cleaning dentures, and changing catheters with a mortal beloved (short-term, of course). Help. Why does this happen?
- While walking my dog last night, I noticed one of my neighbors (he is my eldest daughter’s age) emptying his saucepan in the bushes outside his front door. Good grief – someone needs to tell him about disposals, non? His neighbor, an elderly man, puts peanuts out for the squirrels. The white styrofoam kind. Lots of dead squirrels.
ENOUGH! Must go back to creating big pink spheres for event. Am getting real $ for this. Something new and different.
If you have ideas about good bs with Possibility, do share – keep in mind, I have delete button.
Pink Balls, Lame Line, SIRI Sucks and Other Stuff
Posted: January 8, 2012 Filed under: crazy, Fashion, Favorites, football, Funny, Humor, I am an idiot, Life Today, men, rant, Relationships, Whatever, Words | Tags: football, funny, Highway to Hell via Whole Foods, insanity, Lame Men with Hair, life, men, Miscellaneous, Pink Balls, reality, Relationships, Roll Tide!, SIRI Sucks 14 Comments »Happy New Year! Whew, it’s crazy around here. Crazy good, but crazy nonetheless.
Where to start …
I think it was last Tuesday when I got a cool new part-time job and an order for 12 giant pink balls for an upcoming event (I design decorations/side business). The new gig has nothing to do with balls. Rah. So, I’ve been working my balls fingers off to get order ready and have a life. No complaints, just tired. So here’s me:
- Balls!
No balls, after hours
After my beauty rest, I'll get back to you, Iz
Moving on. In the Lame Line department … ok, so here’s the back story. Tomorrow is THE football game of life. Around these parts, anyway. Made a mad dash to my dad’s man cave to swipe some of his Alabama gear to wear to a party. Said party will be 99% lsu fans. I must represent as my birth occurred a few hours before he had to fly with the team to play Rice. Focus, Izzie. Okay, so I’m on my way home and stop by Whole Foods to get some coffee. Note: I am dressed in leggings, a little t-shirt, an Alabama football cap, and my “Take Me Seriously” glasses. As I approach the coffee aisle, a man with hair on his head and the Holy Bible in his cart stops me.
Hair/Bible Man: ” Do you work here?”
Moi: “Do I look like I work here?”
Blind/Hair/Bible Man: “Yes, yes you do.”
Before I could self-edit, “Bullshit!” flew out of my mouth, accompanied by, “So is my mother!” Such comments should deter anyone from trying to continue a conversation, but no. Methinks he mistook my “Take Me Seriously” glasses for “Take Me, Seriously” specs. Meh! Fey! Yech! And to think I’m on the highway to hell for weirdo verbage with a hair man carting the Holy Bible while trying to pick up bespectacled chicks hens at Whole Foods. Just another day in paradise …..
Before I dash, must address SIRI, the worst personal assistant via iPhone 4S. SIRI is a bitch. To me. I asked her why she is so passive-aggressive. Her response, “I don’t know what you are talking about“. See, totally passive-aggressive. I asked her to sing a song – she’s so lame, I got “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do“. Really, SIRI, is that your best shot? Her response, “I aim to please.” Am quite sure she’s much nicer to others and it is totally weird to verbally spar with my cell phone BUT I am paying her salary, really. Bitch.
Fill my trough and get lost, you nutty broad!
Be happy. Or not. It’s a choice.
ROLL TIDE!
Later. Or not.
P.S. Any misspelled words and format fails are the fault of SIRI. So sue me.
Heimliching My Dog and Other Stuff
Posted: December 5, 2011 Filed under: Advice, Books, crazy, Family, Fashion, Funny, Humor, iCrapola, lists, men, money, musings, Whatever, Words | Tags: bargains, big white panties, Books, Dollar Tree, funny, hairy extensions, heimliching dog, Jonathan Foer, life, men, musings, old photos, Reading, shopping, stupid and contagious, wacked words 19 Comments »Bear with me here – haven’t posted in so long, my fingers are rusty. But let’s do get down to business nonsense.
So, my dog will not re-enter the house without my giving him a treat. My bad and he’s a fatso as a result. But I digress. Several weeks ago, I provided the requisite treat to get his fat self back in the house. The treat was rather large. Several minutes later, I noticed him walking in circles, mouth open, ears down … choking. Somewhere, I’d read something about someone giving the Heimlich Maneuver to their animal. So I got my arms around him, did HM and out popped the offender. He was so happy, he went straight into Liberace mode.
Himself, after donning his faux fur stole
Hairy Stuff
So, my hair is longer than it’s been in 22 years. Big whoop, you say. Well, it’s working for me in two ways. First, my “do” is so patently different from my former “pixie”, I can go almost anywhere undetected. Really, people I’ve known since I was 12 don’t recognize me. So great for covert operations and dodging people I can’t possibly be nice to. Second, men like hair. Who knew? I’ve grown my hair out because I wanted to, period. But it is hilarious how many men talk to me. This is not a vanity thing; when you are a certain age, the eyes aren’t what they once were and I think they are just now figuring out I’m not a boy. Je suis tout étonné.
Need some awesome White Elephant gifts? I did and boy, did I hit the jackpot at Dollar Tree. Got 12 separate hair extension situations (a bevy of colors) for $12; my friends will be delighted.
Fab hair extensions, complete with braided bandeau
Old Photos
My mom keeps giving me old family photos. Here’s the latest – it’s really a dear mother/child shot.
My grandmother and mother - love
Books
Am working through a load of pages. My book club is reading “Unbroken” by Laura Hillenbrand. Having a bit of a time getting into it. Other pages I’m turning:
- Big White Panties by Dale Alderman – sort of amusing but no classic
- Stupid and Contagious by Caprice Crane – she’s pretty funny
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer – loved this even though it broke my heart
Bargains
Two words: Dollar Store. No, you can’t buy everything there, but you can save some bucks. Aside from hair extensions, these spots are the best for wrapping paper, gift sacks, tissue, dental floss and weirdo stuff from childhood. Have also found an online shopping secret … check out websites you purchase from; they often featured unadvertised discounts – like 30-40% off. Experts say the discounts will only get deeper. Just so you know.
Ok, gotta mush.
Be happy – it’s a choice.
Later.
If It’s Tuesday, I Am Freaky
Posted: October 25, 2011 Filed under: Advice, cars, Cooking, Fall TV schedule, Food, Funny, games, Hell, Humor, lists, money, NUTS, reality tv, Whatever, Words, Yuck | Tags: Bitches of Beverly Hills, cars, DWTS, ergo, Food, funny, gizz monsters, health, Miscellaneous, nose gold, reality tv, scary, Travel, words, WWF 16 Comments »
75 and feeling fine
What freaks you out?
After reading a post about hotels by domermom, I was immediately reminded of things that go ick in the night. Starting with hotels – five-star or no star – hotel rooms freak me out. When I enter one, there are activities I am forced to perform. First, get hanger out of closet and remove bedspread using hanger. Toss anywhere out of view. Not a fan of gizz monsters/leftovers. Unpack socks. Lots of socks. Which come in handy when I need to walk on hotel room floor. There is no way in hell I would put my bare foot down on the carpet. See “leftovers”. Unpack flip-flops – for shower. Flush toilet with foot. I’m freaky that way.
Other Stuff that Gags Me
- Food troughs, as in all-you-can-eat establishments
- Sitting in traffic and looking over at the car next to me. The driver is digging for nose gold.
- My dog trying to cozy up to my minimal chesticles. I didn’t breastfeed my babies; he is freaking me out.
- Smells: scrambled eggs, wet puppies, ground beef cooking, chicken boiling, cig smoke in cars, b.o., Asiago cheese
- People scratching their privates in public – get a room
- Chaos - some people love an environment filled with ringing phones, slamming doors, loud convos – all fine, but not for me
- Borrowing from Peter to pay Paul (I do this regularly)
- Intentional disrespect – i.e. ugly scuffle on DWTS last night,
BitchesHousewives of Beverly Hills always ganging up on one woman
Enough! Let’s end this on a positive note! Playing Words With Friends the other night, Lady Di used “ergo“; I LOVE that word. Other faves include scathing, magical, lilting, and – when strung together – you have just won 100 billion dollars. Haven’t heard that last one yet. Ergo, I’d best get back to work.
Later.
I’m Not Your Type; I’m Not Inflatable
Posted: October 19, 2011 Filed under: Advice, contentment, crazy, Good Looks, Humor, musings, Whatever, Words | Tags: Bad dates, breakfast/yuck, crafts, Food, get a job, musings, tree face, wacked words, Wayne Newton 11 Comments »Now that is a line I could have used in the past. Don’t need it anymore but you are welcome to use it when necessary.
Total silliness reigns here. On purpose. Because it is fun to be silly and laugh a lot. I did both at a dinner party last night, and the person seated to my left said, “WHAT KIND OF DRUGS ARE YOU ON AND CAN I HAVE SOME?“. No drugs, no booze – just some levity when surrounding conversation topics were focused on divorce, dead people, and 401K’s . Which have apparently been downgraded to 201K’s. Let’s lighten up here, folks. Moving on …
In an earlier post, I disclosed that all my trees have faces; Smiley McStump was featured. Here is my latest reveal:
- Grumpy rabbit with weird nose hole and scary eye
Today is my “day off”; have been working up a storm. It doesn’t feel like work and that’s a good thing! So is cash.
- fun-fun-fun
- more fun
Other thoughts
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Poor Wayne Newton has had a bad lip plump
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If I eat breakfast, I feel sick all day
My Trees Have Faces and Other Stuff
Posted: October 5, 2011 Filed under: Advice, Fashion, Favorites, Funny, Good Looks, Inspiration, money, musings, Whatever, Words | Tags: CVS agua, favorites, funny, good stuff, Marshall's, Miscellaneous, Old Navy, scary hairies, shopping, Stylish Wear, Suave Dry Shampoo, tree face, wacked words, when parents text, Zooey Dechanel 21 Comments »No, I’m not writing from the psych ward. All my trees do have faces.
Smiley McStump
See? He’s the happiest of the lot. It is too early in the day to show you the others. September was a month of observations – and not blogging. Climbing back on the wagon, I’ll share lessons some observations. Shocking, right?
- GMA reported that men adore beautiful women – specifically women with big eyes, full lips, and a small chin. This info comes from a Harvard study. I get the eyes and lips but a small chin? Have you ever been complimented on your chin, period? Good grief, the only reason a woman even looks at her chin is to check for scary hairies.
- My neighbor. If you saw him on the street, you’d think he was a hunk of burning love. LOOKS ARE DECEIVING. He hates everything and everyone except dogs, me, and penis replacements. He’s just traded his ginormous Hummer for a Monster Truck. Said truck does not fit in garage. He is way scary … especially when he throws a ball or something – repeatedly – against my bedroom wall from what must be his bedroom. Ewwwwww!
- The two funniest shows on tv, in my opinion, are Saving Grace and New Girl. Zooey Dechanel is HILARIOUS!
- BARGAIN ALERT: If you have a CVS card, you can purchase a case of water for $1.11 this week.
If you want the secret to good hair – buy this:
Suave Dry Shampoo
You can find it at grocery and drug stores, it is usually under $2 and it IS a game changer in hair land. After having a pixie cut for 20 years, I decided to grow my hair out. Channeling a younger Anna Wintour, I am. While there is much more hair than I remember, it is straight as a board and needs a bit of volume. Enter Suave Dry Shampoo. You can use it however you wish. For some serious volume, here’s what you do: wash your hair, dry your hair, then spray the roots with the dry shampoo. Massage it in and wait about five minutes. Then fix your major hair bomb. Trust me on this one; I’ve had disbelieving friends test the method and they are converts.
Am big into bargain hunting and latest finds came from Old Navy and Marshall’s.
- Old Navy cardigan and turtleneck
- Laundry tweed sheath/Marshall’s
The cardigan, under $20; the turtleneck, under$18. Lots of colors and variations on both.
My Evening as a Hooker
Posted: August 28, 2011 Filed under: crazy, Favorites, Friendship, Funny, Good Looks, Humor, I am an idiot, Life Today, men, NUTS, Relationships, Whatever, women | Tags: driving, dude, favorites, friends, funny, heave ho, Hooker fail, insanity, life, men, oddballs, scary, shopping, wacked words, Walk the plank, wedding madness 12 Comments »It all started so innocently.
Around 6:30 last night, we joined the crew of Captain Wack and his wench, Walden.
Before venturing any further, you must know that Walden is thematic. She is into whatever the upcoming holiday is and goes all out with decorations and whatnot. But her favorite holiday – which she celebrates year-round – is “Talk Like A Pirate Day“. She LOVES pirate stuff. While shopping in Hobby Lobby one day, I’d found a pirate part for her. And I gave it to her last night as we headed to a wedding.
Ha ha ha, the “hook” was a hit. Then tossed in the back seat. Off we all went to a beautiful ceremony and an insanely fun reception. Well, “yo-ho-ho and a bottle of gin” later, we’d been well fueled with food and drink and danced ourselves into a sweat. (Thank God, the band was awesome; I was having rolling hot flashes so I had to dance my ass off to explain why I was soaking wet). Walden announces her ship is sailing, so we say “ta-ta” to no one in particular and pile into her transport. Arrrrrrrr! We were minus one … the Captain. After much unintelligible convo, Walden nominated moi to fetch the yakking Wack. While wearing the pirate hook. Made perfect sense to me at the time, so I ran back into the swanky black-tie reception in my fancy high heels and matching hook. Which I hid behind my back. The first time I spotted Wack.
He was chatting up friend #1; this man already knows I’m insane. I slipped the hook inside Wack‘s tie and said, “Ahoy, Matey – Away!,” and took off for the car with my victim. Or so I thought. Damn, he’d found someone else to talk to. So it was back into the reception on my second search and rescue mission.
He was chatting up unknown-but-pretty person. I had to get tough. I shook my hook in his face and said, “Ye scurvy bilge rat, away before ye buckle be slashed!” As I ran back out to the car, he was right behind me. NOT.
Round three was a success! After explaining to a horrified girl my right hook was not real, I found him again. With a “Heave ho, Dude” and a well-placed equipment maneuver, Wack remained in my clutches until we reached our destination.
Clearly, hooking is not my forte. Should you want to give it a try – hit Hobby Lobby and throw down $1.99.
Enough for now. I’m off to find a greasy cheeseburger for my stomach and an ice pack for my head.
Be happy … or walk the plank. Your choice.
Later.
*Everyone here is wearing ice packs on their heads. Because it is 250-degrees outside. The gin has absolutely nothing to do with it.
*Also need to make it perfectly clear this is a pirate’s tale and in no way has anything to do with anyone who has challenges.
*Talk Like A Pirate Day is September 19. Just sayin’…….
