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July 6, 2010 Written by Lisa

Hello FOUR readers (waves to Niece of Artsy-Fartsy who informed me of her diligent readership),

Just in time to go back to work, I am kicking this cold (finally). It takes a lot of work for me to even remotely stay in my damn body and being sick doesn’t help at all. Last night, though, I had the best night’s sleep in almost a week so I think we are good to go now.

J4 was nice even though I took a powder in the middle of it. I went upstairs to pet the kitties (who stayed out of the way of a 3 year old running around the table saying “Meow, meow” at them) and totally dozed off on the bed. I didn’t sleep long -maybe 30 minutes – but missed Cousin O’Love and family’s exit from the party. I think they left in a stealth fashion, if you ask me. heh Everyone else seemed to have fun, from what I can tell. It KILLED me not to hold PB (or, as they call him P. Diddy) and I tried to stay somewhat away from him. (Sobs into pillow)

I have never, ever been one to be uber-patriotic, despite my interest in politics. Just not. I have a funky issue with the need to be “the best country ever ever ever” – why can’t we just be the best America and respect the contributions of other countries as well? Why must we be the “superpower”? Hell, we can’t even take care of our own citizens and our health care system is, what? 34th in the world? That’s sad, y’all. Just sad. Maybe it’s the non-competitor in me but that whole” MUST be the best” rubs me the wrong way. I don’t care about fireworks, flag waving or anything else like that.

Well, it’s back to work for me. I got the written report of my chat with Kelly & Dave so there’s lots of meaty stuff to dig into over at PI plus must do drawing for the winner of the reading for joining my newsletter. Speaking of which, I best get on that, yo. OY! So much to do. I love it. heh

Happy Tuesday – it’s gonna be near 100 degrees today and tomorrow with no rain in sight. Summer is well and truly here.

Much love and cookies,
Snarkela

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babies, Down with the sickness, Godson of Love, sekrit boyfriend, work

Blargh

July 4, 2010 Written by Lisa

I totally feel like leftover dog poo that’s been stepped on and squished. And here’s what sucks the most: when PeterBella comes to visit today, I have to pretty much not hold him at all because I don’t want to give him my cold. Dammit. I haz a sad. I had to suck on cough drops all night just to make it through without coughing my head off. Usually, I get one cold a year so I probably shouldn’t complain (but sometimes I still do – life’s been good to me so far. (/joe walsh)).

Duty was a total sweetie yesterday and we cleaned the kitchen together (well, he did most of it, I’ll admit that). We’ve been married ten years (in September) and together for eleven and I’ve struggled to be a ‘couple’ because I’m used to just being on my own. I don’t like to ask for help – like my mother before me, I’d rather stew with resentment that no one offered – and I don’t overly like people in my space. In many ways, Duty is a good match because he’s very independent, also doesn’t like asking for help (from me) and mostly content on his own. Over the past year or so, I have learned how to open up (a bit) and allow him in (even if he does lecture me sometimes when I do) and while it’s still hard, I’m learning. Part of me envies those couples that are joined at the hip and the other part of me is totally grossed out by that. (Like those people who have email addresses with their husbands – what is wrong with you all? Email addresses are free. Get your own!)

Ahem.

Anyway, he was a help. YEY for Duty.

Wish me luck making it through the day. Maybe everyone will cut me some slack when I take a nap at the same time as Luke does, eh?

Happy J4, yo!

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Friday Funz

June 25, 2010 Written by Lisa

Chello peeps …. another week of not-much-accomplished but that’s okay (more or less). Our pool is finally working so we were able to schedule our J4 (not-really-very-exciting) throwdown for next weekend. That means, of course, that I should start cleaning, umm, now. That means that I will start, umm, next weekend and then spazz about it and go into a small coma. Then, of course, comes the days of complaining how much I hate entertaining. I’m so so predictable.

New post up at PI which took me forever and a small meltdown to write. Jody managed to pull me back from the edge but it was close. I was telling a friend at work about it and dissolved into a puddle of tears over how my writing ability is for shit and I suck and blah blah blah cakes. Jody reminded me of DISSONANCE! and I saw the whole thing for what it was. So, I realized that I had my own voice there (even though it’s a tad more “professional” than here), it’s really still just me in all my dorkyass glory.

Also, too (/palin), the pool temps are low-mid 80s which is really unusual for this time of year so I might (MIGHT!) just get in for a dip. We shall see.

And now, your weekly LOLcat:

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LOLcat, Universe

The one where I hide all weekend

September 13, 2009 Written by Lisa

BBBB – Bethany Beach Birthday Bash
Reason for Bash: Milestone birthday of said cousin
Bashee: Cousin O’Love
Bashers: Me, Cousin & Kid O’Cool, Auntie G, Cousin O’Duh, Niece of Artsy-Fartsy, and five sweet and long-time friends of Bashee

Important things to have on hand: junk food (check), alcohol in various containers and types (check), cake of the ice cream variety (check), general noise and merriment (check and check) and a two year old off his schedule so not his usual sweet self (check)

Also present: the beach (in a brief appearance), discussions of why the Twilight books don’t totally suck and cool things you didn’t know about them, a slow and so-I-hear meandering trolley, and two young men who stopped by to rescue balloons that had drifted up toward the high ceiling and, apparently, flirt with NoAF.

What I learned on my summer vacation weekend of fun in Bethany Beach:

* INFPs (see bottom of this page for what the hell this is) do not do well when thrown into a group of EXTREME E’s. If the closets in the rented house weren’t locked, I would have had to go sit in one.

* Cousin O’Love’s friends adore her and why shouldn’t they? She is an awesome and loving woman who is in her element when surrounded by food, drink, friends and joy. Also, Jesus band-aids rock and even a hard-core Catholic such as CO’L is amused by them. But did she wear the “Jesus is coming – Look busy” pin to mass? Enquiring minds want to know.

* I am a fabulous aunt and am ever thankful that the Universe did not allow me possession of my own child because I would have had to kill myself. This is not busting on my darling Luke O’Love at all; rather, it’s an acknowledgement that even were I younger, I would still want to shoot myself if my day was solely focused on getting my child to drink milk he DOES. NOT. WANT. As proof of my faboo auntie-ness, though, Luke and I walked up and down the same two streets for almost 30 minutes last night while he practiced saying the few words he knows at his young age (which are, for the curious among you: Nemo, Dorrie, and Bruce). See? I rock (in small doses).

* A weekend diet of junk food x3 is not at all good for stomach issues. I think I will need to eat salad and veggies for three days to forestall a riot by my body. We had a sampling of the following (in no particular order): banana bread, fudge, wine, clam dip, shrimp (that wasn’t tooo bad), cookies, french fries from Five Guys, carmel corn from the boardwalk, soda, grapes and cheese.

* Drinking is fun. For about an hour. Then real life intervenes and then it’s not-so-fun. One cannot drink to excess and assist the Cousin O’Cool in chasing a two year old around (one can try but one would suck at it. Just saying). I chose the latter over the former because I am really nice like that. I’m a helper. (Unless you’re doing domestic stuff then just no. I will retire to a bathroom or something.)

* I am a hermit. I can take noise and chaos for a few hours and then I’m done. Two and a half days of it doesn’t seem to work too well for me. I have been in complete silence for almost four hours now and am just starting to feel like normal. Silence and a long, hot shower helped. And internets. Oh, and an unlocked (albeit cluttery) closet is my own “Jesus band-aid”. (heh)

I’m not sure I’ll be invited back next year as I definitely brought the pooper (as in party pooper) and was roundly chastised for going to bed early (i.e. before 2am). I’m pretty sure Auntie G can carry the party banner with Cousin O’Love just fine without me.

This is what fun at the beach looks like

This is what fun at the beach looks like

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**INFP: Devoted to those in their inner circle, INFPs guard the emotional well-being of others, consoling those in distress. Guided by their desire for harmony, INFPs prefer to be flexible unless their ethics are violated. Then, they become passionate advocates for their beliefs. They are often able to sway the opinions of others through tact, diplomacy, and an ability to see varying sides of an issue.

INFPs develop these insights through reflection, and they require substantial time alone to ponder and process new information.

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Randy Randomness

July 5, 2009 Written by Lisa

Now that the three-day weekend is at a close, I shall serve up some pipin’ hot random thoughts. Perhaps in list form, perhaps more stream-of-(un)consciousness, who can say? Let’s begin, shall we?

Lists and whatnot:

1. It is possible to run out of gas in a Prius despite getting eleventy million miles to the gallon. Just sayin.

2. Sounds that make my skin crawl: bagpipes and fireworks – together. Neighbors should be glad I am not the gun-totin type.

3. A clean house is nice. I predict it stays that way until 0700 tomorrow and that’s it until family comes to visit again.

Streams and whatnot:
I don’t think I finished my “100 things about me” series. Might have to do it just to show I can actually finish one damn thing I start.

And I am thinking about a new blog design. It will be two years since the last one and while there are elements I like, there’s much I have outgrown and need something fresh. Unfortunately, the woman who designed it un-Facebooked me after we tangled on some political matters. I’m pretty sure she’d say no to any blog revision requests but I could be wrong. And mayhaps it’s time for a completely new designing perspective. Anyone know of any really good Word Press blog designers?

I still dislike being a host(ess). Think I should just move into a small apartment so I can say “Oh, so sorry you can’t come visit but my house is just too small.” I was able to handle Charlie’s visit last Sunday perfectly because it was just one person. And I wasn’t exhausted when he left. Yesterday was that multiplied by thirteen plus a two year old. Hence, my being in bed at 9:30 last night dreaming of wandering through parking lots looking for my mother on the second floor and getting in an elevator with a sign posted as such: “If the elevator starts falling at a rapid pace, hold on tight and think positive thoughts.” Yeah, positive thoughts will make that high speed crash landing much easier, I’m thinking.

How come I am not only surrounded by people having babies (and calling them the names I would have named mine (Maddie and Sophia)) but they are appearing in my dreams as well? One dream involved my getting home late from work (after taking two buses to get there) and finding out they were going to take my baby to orphan court. I had to pay them $200 to not do that. Another baby dream recently involved having to change a diaper that was, shall we say, filled to the brim and beyond with baby poo. What’s with the dreams, people?? Can’t I have good ones? How about one involving a hot Italian guy and a hotel room? That’s gotta be more fun than crashing elevators, orphaned babies and poo-filled diapers! I think I’ll submit my request to my Dream Masters and see what they come up with. Wish me luck.

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