Happy 4th Anniversary: Momma Mia Mea Culpa

Yes people, that’s right. Four Years Ago today I wrote my very first blog-post. And quite frankly, I had no idea the impact blogging would have on my life. Writing in this here space has enriched my life in so very many ways. Not only have I learned how to ‘write for an audience’ but, I have also been fortunate enough to cultivate some amazing relationships.

I want to take this time and say, “Thank You” to every single person/reader that has ever taken the time to read my words, leave a comment, participate in a meme, hand out an award, made me laugh, made me think, even made me cry. And especially to those of you who have ultimately become my deepest and most cherished friends.

I am truly blessed to be a part of such an incredibly, talented, funny, and brilliant, community of fellow writers. I love each and every one of you with my whole heart. I will be forever grateful having been able to share my journey in life with you.

May the next four years be as fun, and as fulfilling, as these last four years!

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Blog Posts and Ideas!

Okay people. Remember last week, how I was all “I can’t write anymore, and I have no more material”? Yeah well, apparently I am just suffering from a severe case of writers block. My lack of ideas is merely because my brain has simply shut down [or melted] as a result of this intense heat/humidity wave ‘Mother Nature’ has unleashed upon us.

However, I really feel like I NEED to write SOMETHING!

So….

After sitting around, whining, and sulking, I decided to put on my new and somewhat magical pajamas, before asking my beloved Facebook to throw me some suggestions.

And here’s what the Internet came up with for me:

  1. My friend Janine suggested: researching the embryological evidence that proves zebras are really dark with white stripes. And how there are 3 species of Zebra: Plains, Grevy’s, and Mountain. And then I could discuss how each of those species have sub-species.
  1. Then, one of my closest girlfriends, Leslie, suggested: I take a good look at her Bucket List Post – weigh in, and then write my own.
  1. Next, my life-long friend Danny suggested I write about the time: I was trapped in the middle of an isolated, inaccessible, secluded, and ever-so remote area, for what seemed like days – perhaps weeks. Seriously people, I was trapped with no possible way out. To make matters worse, I had no cell phone and NO cigarettes. And yet fortunately for me, eventually, a ‘Magical Silver Chariot’ arrived out of nowhere to save me from the barren wasteland just before I reached the brink of insanity. [I know it sounds a bit far fetched, but I guess it could happen.]

[* Side bar: For me? Having no cigarettes would basically be the equivalent of my friend Linda having to wear flats as opposed to her high-heels.]

  1. Finally, my mother’s best friend, Louise, suggested: I could always write about my experiences with bathing suits.

And now?  Thanks to the Internet and all it’s splendor, I am on Idea over-load!

You can look forward to reading the following blog-post:

‘Zebra’s, In Bathing Suits, Dragging A Magical Silver Chariot, While Carrying A Bucket List.’

Not!

In all seriousness, I am finally working on some new blog posts. And ones that might even be interesting. Maybe my brain has simply adjusted to these insane weather conditions because I already have several drafts and on several different topics, which I will be posting throughout the upcoming week.

YAY!

‘Writers Block’ – be gone!

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Running In The Rain And Simple Mathematics

Last week, I had a doctor’s appointment. When I walked into the office the weather was bright, sunny, and humid as all hell. By the time I walked out of the office, I was faced with a torrential downpour of epic proportions.  And this presented a few problems for me because:

  1. I did not have an umbrella.
  2. I was wearing a white t-shirt.

And simple mathematics will show that: Water + White T-shirts = A Possible ‘Girls Gone Wild’ Video.

Since I have absolutely no interest in ‘Staring’ in said video, I surveyed the parking lot and tried to figure out the quickest route back to my car. I thought I had at least a 50/50 shot of remaining semi-dry. And I might have very well been successful. However, I suppose I should also mention that I was wearing flip-flops, not sneakers.

I started out walking gingerly, but I quickly graduated to running after it became clear to me I would not be able to avoid the deluge of water falling from the skies. And that’s precisely when I felt myself start to slide like an undisciplined ice-skater.

I had seemingly lost all control over every muscle in my body. My arms were flailing wildly in circular motions, my waist spun to the left, my legs spun to the right, and my knees started to buckle. As I tried to stop myself from skidding, I twisted my ankle, just before I narrowly avoided crashing into a parked car.

My first thought was at least I am already at the doctors so if I am seriously injured I can just hobble back into the office. But when I noticed several curious onlookers staring at me with their mouths ajar?  Twisted ankle or not, I decided just to be grateful I didn’t do a face-plant into the pavement or wind up with scraped knee caps and I got the hell out of there tout de suite.

Which brings me to yet another lesson in simple mathematics: Running + Rain + Flip Flops = Serious Embarrassment & Painful Injury.

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Writing Rituals And The Muse

I’m pretty sure we all have our own brand of Writing Rituals.

Yes?

For me, whenever I sit down to write I must have a few things in order.

  1. I can only use my computer.
  2. I light my favorite scented candles.
  3. I make a fresh pot of brewed coffee.
  4. I open a new pack of cigarettes.
  5. I need complete silence. [I cannot write with music or the television playing in the background, and so help the person who interrupts me when I am in the zone. Which explains why I do the bulk of my writing in the middle of the night.]
  6. Lastly, I wear the ‘Same Outfit’, and I refer to it as my ‘Writing Uniform’. [Don’t worry. I wash it every night.]

But lately, no matter what I was doing? I was still having a very difficult time stringing together sentences. And it was certainly NOT for a lack of material. I have a plethora of blog fodder. However, I was finding it ‘Half Past Impossible’ to properly articulate or convey those stories. And by that I mean, I sat in front of my computer for days and days only to construct long-winded and boring posts. [read: pure drivel.] No amount of editing would help, and no matter how many times I tried walking away or starting over, NOTHING sounded right. It all just came across flat.

And here’s what was the MOST vexing.

It seemed like I was only able to come up with any ideas [or words for that matter] when I was driving my car. But, since I was behind the wheel of a moving vehicle, I could not very well write down any of those ideas. And by the time I got home? My brain would completely go blank. Clearly, my muse was messing with me. She showed up at the most inopportune times and then she vanished when I needed her.

After two weeks of this nonsense, I was beyond frustrated. I was just about ready to rip out my own hair and set myself on fire – when something almost magical happened.

I took my son shopping for some clothes at Target when I stumbled upon a set of pajamas that I just had to have. Of course, I immediately purchased them. On the ride home, I decided these pajamas would be perfect to use as my new ‘Writing Uniform’. And wouldn’t you know it? Not two seconds after making that decision? My head was filled with words. Oh yes, those elusive and ever-so glorious words that I had been searching for – finally arrived.

I was smiling from ear to ear while funny phrases and silly puns galloped through my mind. But, then I realized I was IN MY CAR! And that meant if I didn’t figure out a way to retain these thoughts, ideas, and words, they would most likely be gone by the time I got home. So what was a girl to do?

In a panic, I asked my son to grab my iPhone. He did. Then, I told him to hurry up and find the camera button. He obliged. And thankfully, I was able to record everything! When I got home? I washed my new pajamas. I got dressed in them. I played back all of my notes. And I’ve been able to write ever since.

Yes people. I think I found my voice again. Apparently, I needed to out-fox my muse and buy a new Uniform.

So tell me…

What are some of YOUR ‘Writing Rituals’?

And how do you coax your muse into delivering substantial material on demand?

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Staring At The Blank Page Before Me

It seems that after taking an ‘Unintentional Blog Vacation’ while my parents were away in Jamaica last week, ‘I’ve Lost My Blogging Mojo’. Seriously, I am having a very difficult time creating anything truly worthy to share with ya’ll that does NOT involve ‘Personal Private Family Matters’ and/or ‘Inside Jokes’ based upon my ‘Real Life Friends’ from the infamous KHCC. And, I can’t even conjure up one of those ‘Obligatory Posts’ just to fill this here space.

However, now that my parents have returned home, some of my ‘Extra Responsibilities’ have been lifted and I am back to my ‘Regular Routine’. And that means I will have plenty of ‘Real Time’  to dedicate to my beloved ‘Internet’ by reading/commenting on all of your blogs. And just maybe I will find some much needed ‘Inspiration’ and/or stumble upon a good ‘Idea’ to write about!

In the meantime, I will also be focusing my attention to another writing project, but, I don’t really want to discuss it just yet, for fear of jinxing myself!

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Help A Fellow Blogger Get To MTV!

LiLu for MTV TJ

A fellow blogger, and one of the funniest people on the Internet:

LiLu

is now in the ‘Top 20 Candidates‘ to become the very FIRST MTV Twitter Jokey!

(It’s like becoming a VJ, but sharing the pop culture knowledge via the Tweet instead of on TV.)

And she needs OUR help to get to there!

Here’s what we can do…

VOTE HERE!

ANYONE with a Facebook account can vote, and you will only get to have to vote once! But you need to vote before July 22nd!

After you vote, here’s how we can pimp her out. Tweet (aka copy/paste) your heart out for her:

Vote for @LivitLuvit, my favorite in the @MTVTJ search for MTV’s first Twitter Jockey! http://facebook.com/zync #zyncmtvtj

Thanks Everyone!

🙂

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Happy Holiday Weekend!

I hope everyone has a SAFE and HAPPY Holiday Weekend!

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Operation: Watering Someone Else’s Plants

I have absolutely ‘No Clue’ when it comes to gardening. In fact, after that time I killed a cactus? I realized my ‘Black Thumb’ would probably be ‘Convicted’ for ‘Murdering’ even a ‘Plastic Plant’.

Nonetheless, one of my closest and dearest friends was leaving to go away on vacation for a week in ‘Cabo San Lucas Mexico’, and considering I live directly around the block from her? I agreed to water her plants while she was away.

And here’s how that worked out for me. And here’s how it worked out for the plants.

[Insert the ‘Law & Order’ sound effect “DUNT-DUNT”]

Day One’ of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ started last Monday Morning. I went over to my friend’s house, I let myself in the back gate, I took out the hose, and I haphazardly sprayed water on each plant. I wrapped up the hose, shut off the water, closed the gate, and I got into my car to head home. It seemed easy enough to me. I figured watering her plants would be an incredibly simple task.

But of course, I was wrong.

Day Two’ of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ began early Tuesday Morning. [And by early morning, I really mean ‘Late-Afternoon’.] However, it wasn’t until AFTER I had finished watering all of the plants when my ‘Best Friend’ otherwise known as ‘Amy The Bartender’ casually informed me that due to the outrageously high temperatures, I was NOT supposed to spray any water on the leaves of the plants, especially at that hour of the day, because that could cause the poor plants to singe and/or burn.

Oh. That’s just great. I had no friggen idea.

Short of figuring out a way to individually dry off each leaf, there was really nothing I could do at that point. I spent the better part of my evening worried I would find my friend’s plants scorched the following morning. I envisioned brown charred leaves with crispy holes in them, pointing their proverbial fingers of evidence right in my direction.

Day Three’ of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ started bright and early on Wednesday Morning. I was eager to find out whether or not my girlfriends plants had survived the night. Luckily for me, they had. I grabbed the hose, I turned on the water and I attempted to spray the plants WITHOUT getting any water on the leaves. But after a mere ‘Two Seconds’, I realized that was half past impossible.

Thankfully, another neighbor was outside and caught a glimpse of my utterly perplexed face. I desperately asked for advice. “Yeah, um, can you please tell me how the heck am I supposed to water these plants without getting any of the leaves wet?” She came over laughing and advised me to change the setting on the hose to ‘Pour’ as opposed to ‘Shower’ and placed the nozzle into the soil of the plant. Then I pressed down, letting the water run, while counting out-loud to ‘Seven’.  Ah, yes. Mission accomplished.

Or so I thought.

Day Four’ of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ started later than usual on Thursday Evening. I decided to bring my son along with me. We arrived to find all of the plants looking perky and alive. Except for one.  One plant still had an excessive amount of water in it.

I said to my son, “Wow. I guess I did a really good job of watering the plants yesterday, because this one is still drenched.” I was ready to pat myself on the back for a job-well-done when all of a sudden my son looked at me as if I had two heads. “Mom, that’s NOT a good thing. You’re drowning that plant!” Apparently, he knows more about ‘Horticulture’ than I ever will.

“What?” I exclaimed, confused.

“Well mom,” my son huffed, “you know how you can under-water a plant? Well, you can ALSO over-water a plant.”

“Oh.”  “I did not know that either!”  “Sh*t.” “Now what am I supposed to do?”

I was riddled with anxiety. I was convinced that I had ‘Accidentally Executed’ this poor little plant.

I frantically tried to ‘Rescue’ the plant by dumping out as much water as I possibly could and moving the plant to a different location where it would receive more sunlight. Hopefully, my ‘Brilliant Idea’ would help dry the soil. But only time would tell.

That evening, I decided to Google the term “How To Water Plants Properly” because clearly, I was making all kinds of mistakes.

Day Five’ of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ started pretty early on Friday Morning. And this time, I was determined to take care of these plants properly. I remembered all of the things I was supposed to do:

Don’t under-water the plants. Don’t over-water the plants. Don’t get the leaves wet, or they can burn. It’s best to water the plants at the same time every day. Apply water in the cool of the morning or evening when the wind is calm and water loss through evaporation is minimal. *Avoid watering disease-susceptible plants at night. [Yeah. Whatever the hell that means!]

Young or new plantings require more moisture at the soil surface to help their roots get established. You should water more often to accommodate their needs. Mature plantings with large root systems can be watered heavily and less often than younger plants. [But, of course I don’t know if these plants are Young or Mature?]

I remembered to shut off the water, and I had to put the hose back in its proper place, before locking the back gate. By the time I got home my head was spinning. And that’s when I saw one of my friends on Facebook left a comment on my Wall with one last gardening tip.

“Did you remember to talk to them?”

Jesus. H. Christ.

[I was too busy talking myself off a ledge to remember to talk to the plants too!]

Day Six’ of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ started early on Saturday Morning. Much to my surprise, all of the plants were doing quite well. The basil was growing in nice and leafy, and the other plants [which I could not identify by name even if my life depended on it] were not brown or and they were not burnt.

I was positively thrilled with the results of my new-found watering skills.

That is, until I noticed some of the flowers looked wilted.

Mother. F*cker.

Considering they are buried UNDER ROCKS, I couldn’t very well apply the ‘Pour Method’.


Day Seven’ of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ took place on Sunday Morning. The flowers were still pretty wilted, but I decided to chalk that up to the fact that it was incredibly humid for the last week, and there was absolutely nothing I could have done to save those poor things. The rest of the plants seemed to be doing okay. I had a lovely ‘Chat’ with them, and I assured them their mother would be home very shortly to give them all the love and attention they needed.

Day Eight’ otherwise known as The Last Day of: ‘Operation Watering Someone Else’s Plants’ seriously couldn’t come fast enough. I had no idea taking care of plants and a gardening could be so much work. And quite frankly, trying to keep them alive was entirely too much pressure! However, all kidding aside, I enjoyed myself very much throughout this experiment. And I learned a lot. Honestly, I think having only ‘One’ Dead-Plant via ‘Drowning’ out of all ‘Thirty-Five’ plants – is a pretty damn good ratio!

Now, I just have to take care of my mother’s plants while she’s away in Jamaica. Please keep your fingers crossed for me!

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People Watching

I may or may not have mentioned before how much I love to people watch. It’s one of those things I find myself doing often. Sometimes I just make observations. And other times, I like to invent stories about the people I’ve been studying.

Though lately I fear I’ve become quite obsessed with two different neighbors and not in a good way. (As if there is a ‘good way’ for one to become obsessed with watching their neighbors.)

Case. In. Point.

The First Neighbor:

The First Neighbor, I would like to discuss lives two houses down on my block. Apparently, I’ve spent quite some time observing him. He is an older man and he lives alone. He keeps weird hours and I’ve never seen him with a woman, or a man, or any visitors whatsoever including family members for that matter.

I don’t find it all that strange when he comes home at three o’clock in the morning with the song, “I’m a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World” blasting on his radio. And I don’t find it all that strange when he seemingly wears the ‘Same Clothes’ every single day.

So what has my utmost attention? Well, since I have been watching this man from my bedroom window over the last year and a half, I’ve noticed that I have never seen this man put out a single trashcan. Ever.

In our complex every Tuesday & Thursday is ‘Garbage Day’. And every Wednesday & Friday is ‘Recycling Day’. Every other household on my block puts out at least ONE trashcan on any of those given days.

Except for this guy.

So. WHERE IS ALL OF HIS GARBAGE? And. What is he doing with his trash?

It’s not like we live in an area or on a street where he can burn his rubbish. He drives a Brand-New Shiny-Black Mercedes so it’s hard to imagine him loading his vehicle and transporting his waste elsewhere. Moreover why would anyone need or want to do that?

Seriously people. I need to know what this guy does with his garbage.  Do ya’ll have any ideas?

The Second Neighbor:

The Second Neighbor I would like to discuss isn’t even really a neighbor. In fact, it’s a “Couple” that doesn’t even live within my complex. And I am using the term “Couple” loosely, because quite frankly, I don’t know if they really ARE a “Couple”. I suppose that would have to depend on YOUR definition of the term “Couple”.

I have not only observed these two people, but I’ve let my imagination run wild, subsequently inventing several stories about them. And here’s why…

For the last TWELVE CONSECUTIVE YEARS, once a week, every week, at the same exact time, WITHOUT FAIL, a woman in a white car pulls into the parking lot and moments later a man driving a white SUV pulls into the parking lot next to her.

He gets out of his car and he walks over to her car. He opens her car door, helps her out, and then he passionately kisses her. They walk together to his car, they get in, and they drive away together.

THREE HOURS LATER, they return together in his car. He gets out and he walks around his car. He opens her door, helps her out and kisses her passionately. Then, he opens her car door, she gets back into her own car, and they drive away in separate directions.

I have constantly wondered….

Is she married and having an affair with him? Is he married and having an affair with her? Are they BOTH married and having an affair with each other? And if so, where do they tell their spouses they are going? If they are not having an affair, are they married to each other and playing a game of ‘Cat and Mouse’ to keep things spicy? Are they Secret Agents? Where do they go for those Three Hours? Why do they always meet in the Same Place? And how much longer can this go on?

It’s gotten to the point where I am almost ready to confront them interrogation style. But instead, I think I this time next year, I might just give them a ‘Happy 13th Anniversary Card’? Because any two people who have managed to maintain meeting up with each other At The Same Bat-Time, In The Same Bat-Place, for this many years in a row deserve some kind of acknowledgement.

What do YOU think they are up to?

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Where Does All The Time Go?

Yeah.

Um…

This is a photo of my son JCH when he was 5 years old, on the day he Graduated Kindergarten.

And this……

This is a photo of my son JCH at 14 years old, on the day he Graduated Middle School [8th Grade].

What?

How did THAT happen?

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