On Books, On DTD, And, On Snow

1. On Books:

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My very dear friend Dana, who some of you know as ‘Random Chick’ self-published her first book entitled, Stupid Poetry, Volume One.

Now, I am the first to admit, I could never write a poem [even if my very life depended on it] so it’s no surprise that I am in awe of her talent. However, after reading the book cover to cover, I was left wondering why she titled the book Stupid Poetry?

Funny? YES! Stupid? NO!

Seriously people, I found myself laughing out loud. A lot. Some of my favorites included her ‘Ode To Toilet Paper’, and the ‘Ode To Dirty Laundry.’ Dana has a gift for turning the mundane-every-day-bullshit into hilarious-limericks.

And therefore, I am going to suggest to all of you, my dear readers, to pick up your own copy of Stupid Poetry, Volume One simply by clicking here, or here!

*Have a good read, and a great laugh for the measly price of $6.00. I promise it just might be the best $6.00 you’ve ever spent!

2. On ‘Doing Things Differently’ Otherwise Know As D.T.D.

I am happy to announce ‘Week Two’ of ‘Doing Things Differently’ has been going just as well [if not better than] ‘Week One.’

Hopefully I will have the time to write a follow up post this Saturday MONDAY – with the specific details regarding this week’s DTD Adventures.

3. On Snow

It’s enough already.

Please.

Stop.

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Doing Things Differently™ – My Week In Review [Part One]

[Week One: February 1 – 6]

Okay people, I haven’t done this in a while. But, since it was my very best friends 40something birthday [last week] and because her favorite blog posts are written this way, I will be writing this blog post in the ‘Third Person’ much like I write my ‘Facebook Status Updates’.

[So, my darling Amy The Bartender this post also known as ‘My Week In Review’ has been written just the way you like it.]

Once Upon A Time, Meleah was a very funny girl. She laughed a lot, and she even wrote things that were quite comical. And then Meleah fell in love with a man and everything went to hell. Meleah couldn’t find her words, or her sense of humor for what seemed like several months. But then one day, Meleah woke up and decided she finally had enough. And that’s when Meleah became determined to start ‘Doing Things Differently™’.

Meleah realized February 1st landed on a Monday. Which meant not only was it a brand new week, but it was also a brand new month. And Meleah thinks that kind of timing only comes along every once in a while and she should take advantage of it. Oh yeah, and that whole ‘It’s A New Year’ thingy.

So, that fateful day, Meleah went for an early morning walk with her mom and she made it around the block THREE times. And that is THREE times MORE than Meleah thought she could do! [And by early morning she means 9am. And anyone who knows Meleah knows that 9am is very early for her. And by 9am, she really means 10.]

Much to Meleah’s surprise – she felt good outdoors in the fresh air, and she felt invigorated by the cool winds whipping her unprotected face. On the other hand, Meleah’s lungs didn’t exactly appreciate the added strain of trying to breathe and walk at the same time because Meleah’s lungs aren’t used to ‘Multitasking’. Halfway through her walk Meleah realized she should probably invest in purchasing some gloves.

Meleah spent the rest of the day fighting off the urge to take a nap in hopes of curing her Insomnia. And while she loves taking naps almost as much as she loves eating bacon, she refused to succumb to her overwhelming drowsiness. Unfortunately, Meleah still couldn’t fall asleep until well after 3am.

As shocking as this may be, Meleah awoke at 7am the following morning. But then she reset her alarm clock for 8am, because Four Hours of sleep really only constitutes as a Nap in Meleah’s world.

Meleah began ‘Day Two’ of ‘Doing Things Differently’ also known as Tuesday, with excessive amounts of caffeine and two cigarettes. However, Meleah did have some Activia Peach Yogurt, instead of bacon, and called it eating a healthy breakfast. Meleah wasn’t quite as motivated to take another early morning walk, but she went ahead and laced up her sneakers anyway.

When Meleah came downstairs her mother was pleasantly surprised to see Meleah wearing an ‘Outfit’. Meleah’s mom thinks it’s a huge step for her to wear ‘Sweat Pants’ as opposed to ‘Pajamas’. And, that’s because it IS.

Once again, Meleah and her mom made it around the block three times in a row, for the second day in a row, but this time Meleah’s thighs begged for mercy. Nevertheless, a determined Meleah continued her stride. And while she generally prefers listening to ‘Classic Rock And Roll’ from the 60’s and 70’s, on this particular day, she found ‘Angry Rap Music’ was indeed a driving force for much needed inspiration. Because nothing made her walk faster than hearing the song, ‘Never Enough.’ Thank you Eminem and 50 Cent.

Later that very day, Meleah cleaned her room and did the laundry which was NOT ‘Doing Things Differently’ since she obsessively cleans her room every day. Meleah also continued to ‘annoy’ some people with her useless ‘Facebook Status Updates’, because she firmly believes some things should NEVER change.

After making her daily ‘Internet Rounds’ and commenting on her favorite blogs, Meleah began to feel sluggish. However, Meleah resolved to picking up a book she recently ‘won’ [simply for participating in a meme] and read it from cover to cover. [Meleah will be sharing more on that totally super awesome book another day.]

[Speaking of making ‘Internet Rounds’ Meleah finally cleaned up her blogroll, and had to delete over 70 links. It was kind of sad realize how many of her blog friends have ‘drop out’ and stopped posting. *Insert Sad Face*.]

Meleah was utterly exhausted by 7pm, but still managed to stay awake [yet again] until the wee hours of the night, and totally against her will. At least this time Meleah spent her sleepless night treating herself to the best pedicure she’s ever had, and her toes have never looked more fabulous.

[Side bar: Meleah wondered if she should try one of those prescription-sleeping-pills she’s heard horror wonderful stories about. But, Meleah is a little too nervous to try them in the event she will suffer from the ‘side effects’. Side effects which are highly likely and that may or may not include: waking up, naked, in a car, with a bowl of cold spaghetti on your lap, with no recollection of said events leading up to that particular scenario. Um? How About No.]

Wednesday Morning, also known as ‘Day Three’ of ‘Doing Things Differently’ began sharply at 8am. And Meleah felt great. She felt better than she’s felt in weeks. In fact, she didn’t even hit the snooze button. Not even once.

Maybe she woke up in such a good mood because she was overly excited about getting that awesomely excellent ‘High Score’ on her favorite game of all time ‘Bejeweled Blitz’. And, even though Amy The Bartender will accuse her of, ‘Cheating By using her iPhone’ Meleah still thinks a High Score of 320,150 – ‘Rocks The Casbah’.

Meleah looked out her bedroom window and saw snow covering the ground and rain falling from the sky. And even though Meleah’s mom had to skip their ‘New Morning Routine’ due to a manicure appointment, and even though the weather was nasty; Meleah STILL got dressed in an ‘Outfit’ and went ‘Outside’.

Meleah is proud to announce that she made it around the block three times in a row, for the third day in a row, and she did it all by herself while listening to ‘Who’s Gunna Run This Town Tonight’ – repeatedly. Thank you, Jay-Z, and Rihanna.

When Meleah finished her walk, she congratulated herself for a job well done, by going on an all out CSV Shopping Extravaganza wherein she spent an absurd amount of ‘Coin’ on all of the ‘Luxurious Supplies’ her heart desired. And by ‘Luxurious Supplies’ she really means the ‘Basic Essentials’ such as toilet paper, shampoo, toothpaste, and baby wipes.

Still flying high on self-generated endorphins, Meleah successfully made it to her Dr. Appointment [and, on time] to receive her ‘high-frequency-laser-facial-treatment’. Because nothing helps boots herself confidence as much as clear, clean, and healthy skin. [Now if only she could have a ‘Good Hair Day’?]

Meleah dutifully picked up her son from school [who had to stay late for play rehearsals] and when she returned home she couldn’t fathom keeping her eyes open for one more second. But, since Meleah desperately wanted to ‘Stay Awake’ she began making dinner preparations.

Once Meleah completed the task, and with nothing left to do but kill time, she simply could not resist the comforts of her bed any longer. Meleah took a ‘Swan Dive’ into the coziness that is her freshly laundered flannel sheets and down comforter. And by ‘Swan Dive’ she really means ‘Face Plant’. Except that Meleah never did take that nap. She was too worried about getting the dinner she lovingly prepared into the oven on time. That, and her son kept waking her up every five seconds because he needed paperwork signed.

After serving dinner, doing the dishes, and watching American Idol, Meleah finally fell asleep. At 10pm.

[insert *collective gulp* heard ‘round the world].

Meleah started ‘Day Four’ Of ‘Doing Things Differently’ also know as Thursday, at 8am with some awful stomach cramps. Nonetheless, with a little help from TI and Rihanna and the song ‘Live Your Life’ Meleah put on her ‘Outfit’ and went ‘Outside’.

Meleah and her mom made it around the block three times in a row, for the fourth day in a row. Thankfully, it was extra cold that day, and thankfully as a result Meleah had to keep her head down to prevent the winds from freezing her face off. And Meleah says ‘Thankfully’ because having her head down and looking at the ‘ground’ rather than looking at the ‘scenery’ – was the only reason she narrowly avoided stepping in dog poo.

Later that morning, Meleah and her Best Friend Amy The Bartender wondered ‘How Many Days In A Row’ will Meleah have to ‘Do Things Differently’ before it becomes ‘Doing Things The Same’?

Anyone?

Meleah thinks after 30 consecutive days she can consider ‘Doing Things Differently as ‘Doing Things The Same’ but Amy thinks Meleah has to continue ‘Doing Things Differently’ for at least six months before it can be considered ‘Doing Things The Same’.

[Seriously people, we want to know the answer to that question. I am inviting everyone – to open up on the comments of this blog post and let me know what you think! Whether you comment regularly – or whether you have never left a comment!]

That afternoon, Meleah had lunch at her favorite place in the whole wide world, otherwise known as her local country club [often referred to as KHCC]. Meleah settled into ‘her favorite corner’ and placed her shiny new Macbook Pro computer on the bar.

And no, that was NOT ‘Doing Things Differently’ because Meleah ALWAYS goes to KHCC on Thursday’s and Meleah ALWAYS has her computer. And that’s because Meleah firmly believes in ‘Doing Things Consistently’ even when she’s ‘Doing Things Differently’.

After lunch, Meleah decided leave her ‘Comfort Zone’ and traveled outside the four square miles that surround her house. Meleah took her son shopping at Target for some ‘Retail Therapy’, because that really was ‘Doing Things Differently’. Especially since Meleah LOATHES any kind of shopping, and, because she NEVER, ever, ever, ever, buys ANYTHING for HERSELF. However, she desperately needed new slippers. Sadly, Meleah couldn’t find any slippers to her liking. But she didn’t leave the store empty handed. She finally purchased the ever so necessary gloves she needed since Monday.

Meleah came home, ate diner, and dedicated the rest of evening for some much-needed relaxation. Because ‘Doing Things Differently’ and trying to force herself to convert from being a ‘Night Person’ into a ‘Day Person’, while adding exercise to her daily routine for the first time in YEARS, going shopping, thinking positively, and eating healthy, was seriously beginning to kick her ass.

Meleah started ‘Day Five’ Of ‘Doing Things Differently’ also know as Friday, at lot later than she expected. Meleah forgot to set her alarm clock and she didn’t wake up until 930am. Nonetheless, Meleah still considered that to be somewhat of a ‘Triumph’, because she still got up, and out of bed – prior to Noon.

Meleah and her mother took the ‘Day Off’ from walking because they were both really sore. And by really sore, Meleah means suffering from crippling shin splits. Plus, Meleah had a serious case of stomach cramps that were ‘Off The Charts’. So, after a hot shower and a steaming cup of coffee, Meleah visited [and commented] on all off her favorite blogs. It took nearly 7 hours of reading to catch up with everyone.

Friday night was ‘Family Night’, wherein Meleah, her Mother and her Father ventured out to see Uncle Rick in a new musical Play ‘100 Years Into The Heart.’ [Meanwhile, Meleah’s 13 year old son decided he was ‘Too Cool’ to join us and chose to go over his friends house.]

[* Please feel free to read the Play Reviews here and here. *]

Meleah thinks her Uncle Rick was ‘Absolutely Amazing’ in his role as Carmine. Truly. And she’s not just saying that because he is her uncle. Honestly, it was one of the best nights Meleah has had in a very long time. And she would like to take this opportunity to apologize to anyone that was irritated by the extreme brightness of Meleah’s iPhone which kept illuminating every time she received a text message even though her phone was on vibrate and buried at the bottom of her purse.

Saturday Morning, Meleah arose from her bed with a smile on her face and a skip in her step at precisely 9am. Meleah looked out her window and shouted ‘Holy Mother Of Gah!’ when she noticed an absurdly ridiculous amount of snow covering her development. And then she wondered [just for a second] when the hell she ‘moved’ to New Hampshire. Because this kind of MESS? Usually only happens in her neck of the woods.

Now, even though it was ‘The Weekend’ and that’s generally when people decide to take the ‘Day Off’, and even though the weather called for a ‘Day In Pajamas’ Meleah continued ‘Doing Things Differently’ and welcomed ‘Day Six’ of her self-inflicted challenge.

Meleah obviously wasn’t ‘In Her Right Mind’ when she offered to help her son and her father outside. Because shoveling five hundred feet of snow? Proved to be much more of a ‘Work Out’ than Meleah could handle. But singing ‘Snow On The Ground, Snow On The Ground, Lookin’ Like A Fool With The Snow On The Ground’ kept Meleah entertained for hours.

Drained, defeated, and with a frozen face, Meleah finished cleaning off her car and sat down to write this blog post – which she chose to post on a Saturday rather than a Monday because that is also really,’Doing Things Differently’, and then she took a hot shower. And this is where she will be spending the rest of her day.

Being that tomorrow is Sunday, Meleah will be giving herself a break, because even G-d rested on The Seventh Day. But, she will wake up before noon, and she will even get dressed in her ‘Big Girl Clothes’ because after all she has a Super Bowl Party to attend!

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And now, on an even more personal note, Meleah would like to give her very Best Friend, Amy The Bartender, her ‘Official Birthday Present’ otherwise known as ‘A Lengthy Title As Opposed To A Nickname’ [The ‘Revised’ Edition].

Amy The Bartender, Who Plays Tennis [And Golf] – But Is Not Ranked. And, Who Incessantly Checked Her Reflection In The Windows Of Other People’s Cars [While Standing In The Middle Of A Crime Scene] To Make Sure Her Hair Remained Pin Straight, In The Humidity, At Two In The Morning, And While Seated Curbside – Counting Out Her Tips [In The Dark] To Pay For A Tow Truck, After Spending Money On A Specific Keratin Treatment – That Promised To Deliver The Aforementioned Hair Follicle Wonders And Was Pleasantly Surprised When Those Said Products ‘Lived Up’ To Her Expectations. Who Miraculously Survived A Horrifying Car Ride With Nightingale, Wherein Amy Was So Desperate To Escape, She Actually Contemplated Jumping Out Of The Vehicle And Implementing The ‘Tuck And Roll Method’. Who Has Been Know To Wear Prescription Sunglasses In A Dark Movie Theater, And, While Driving At Night. Who Loves Jimmy Buffet, And, Jimmy & The Parrots, And, Her Adorable Dog Douglas Wilson. That Stopped Wearing Make-Up, AND Jewelry, After Her Son Jake Was Born [Twenty Years Ago]. Who Once Had To Go Shopping In Multiple Stores [As If She Was On A Scavenger Hunt] Just To Find A Specific Type Of Pepperidge Farm Bread, And Who Shares Those Very Moments Via Text Messaging In The Third Person. Who May Or May Not Have Had The Largest Uterus [Gram for Gram] Recently Removed, And, Wonders Why She Didn’t Do That Sooner. That Once Drank ‘ The Kelp’ On Purpose, And Subsequently Suffered Serious Consequences. Who Thinks Using The ‘Boosts’ and ‘Coins’ for the game ‘Bejeweled Blitz’ Is Exactly Like ‘Legalized Cheating’ [But That’s Only Because Amy Hasn’t Mastered The Proper Usage Of Said ‘Boosts’ and ‘Coins’] Who Spends More Time Driving Her Mother To Hospitals And Doctors Appointments Than Anyone Meleah Has Ever Met, Who Once Twisted Her ‘Bad Knee’ After Jogging Gingerly For All Of Three Steps, And That Thinks The Manager Of ‘Pet Smart’ Is An Absolute Moron. Who Loves Gramma Ev, Larry David, And, Chelsea Handler ALMOST As Much As Meleah Does. Who Is The Best Friend Meleah Has Ever Had, And Has Always Been There For Meleah. Who Has Played The Role Of Meleah’s Biggest Supporter, Who Has Gone Above And Beyond To Assist In Meleah’s Private And Personal Family Matters, Who Was Once Blindsided And Subsequently Confronted Outside Of The Woman’s Bathroom [While Working] By One Of Meleah’s Family Members, And Survived. Who Makes Meleah Smile Every Single Day, And Not Only Appreciates Meleah’s Random Outburst Of Laughter, But Welcomes All Of Meleah’s Brand Of Crazy, And, Who Has Helped Shape Meleah Into The Woman She Is Becoming, Simply By Giving, Sharing, And Expressing, Amy’s Undying Unconditional Love.

So, Thank you Amy. I love you.

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Stepping Up To The Plate – And, Wherein I Am Awesome

Last week ‘The Parents’ went away on their respective Annual Ski Trips. My mother ventured out to Vermont for a week with the girls, and my father flew out to Canada for a week with the guys. Leaving yours truly in-charge of the household.

My first thought was, ‘Finally, I am going to get in some much needed alone time!’ But, that relaxing thought was immediately followed by, ‘Oh Snap! WE’RE ALL GUNNA STARVE’.

You see; my father does most of the cooking around here because he’s really good at it. I mean it’s almost impossible for us to go out to eat in a restaurant since we’ve been spoiled by the gourmet caliber of delectable delights my dad creates almost on a daily basis.

And, it’s no secret that I’ve struggled inside of a kitchen. Cooking for me is about as natural as a fish building a fire.

But there I was with two hungry people also known as: my 13-year-old son JCH, and my 89-year-old Grandfather Poppa Sye. And I was responsible for feeding them. Let the adventures begin.

Monday night, I managed to pull off dinner quite easily. I made my usual stand-by meal that has always been a huge success. Pork Chops and Mashed Potatoes. It’s simple and it’s delicious if I do say so myself.

Tuesday night? Well, let’s just say that presented with a few challenges.

I opened the refrigerator half expecting to find something fabulous and already made. Sadly, that was not the case. In fact, the inside my refrigerator never looked so empty. Aside from the shelves overloaded with condiments, there wasn’t as much as a head of lettuce to be found. And, Bacon Flavored Ranch Dressing is only good if you have something to pour it on!

Empty Fridge

I remained hopeful the freezer would reveal a secret stash of yummy goodness just waiting to be cooked. But, I couldn’t find a scrap of meat or a chicken breast anywhere. All that was in the freezer were a few bags of frozen vegetables. Had there been any rice in the house, I may have been able to work with that. But of course, we were fresh out.

I wondered aimlessly over to the pantry with my fingers crossed. And once again, I was greeted with emptiness.

Son-of-a-bitch!

Rummaging desperately through cereal boxes, and cookies, I started to panic. There wasn’t a whole lot I could do with a jar of Mandarin Oranges and a half eaten box of Oreos.

[Side bar: Dear Mom & Dad,
Thanks for going away on vacation and leaving empty cupboards and a vacant refrigerator behind. Don’t worry about us. We’ll be just fine. Love, the hungry people.]

Forty minutes into my quest for food, I noticed a box of Penne Pasta hidden behind an empty box of crackers and immediately felt relieved. Ah yes, pasta would be perfect.

I raced over to the cabinets, pulled out the biggest pot and started boiling water. I quietly hummed a tune to myself while adding just enough Olive Oil to the water ensuring the pasta wont stick. I was prematurely confident that I would be capable of making an edible meal.

I took out a second pot and placed it on the stove – which WOULD HAVE been used to cook the gravy. EXCEPT that when I went back to the pantry I realized, WE DIDN’T HAVE ANY SAUCE. And we didn’t have ANY TOMATOES.

Fuck!

Now what?

Staring blankly into the pantry my mind raced. I searched high and low for anything that could be added to pasta other than tomato sauce. Because while I love me some Chinese Food, I am pretty sure I am not supposed to add Soy Sauce or Teriyaki to PENNE pasta. Right?

By sheer luck, I located a single jar of Roasted Red Peppers, two jars of Artichoke Hearts, and one can of Black Olives, which I found conveniently hiding in the metal cabinets of the garage. [Right next to the paint cans. W.T.F.?] At least I knew I could slice and dice them up to add to the pasta for color and flavor, but I still needed to figure out some kind of saucy mixture.

I went back to the kitchen and spun the Lazy Susan filled with every imaginable spice when I happened upon a bowl of fresh garlic cloves. And that’s when my Inner Italian took over. I peeled, sliced and washed the cloves, grabbed my father’s garlic press and crushed until my hearts content. I took out a frying pan, threw in some Olive Oil and Chicken Broth, sprinkled a dash of Crushed Red Pepper and simmered the garlic until browned.

Unsure of how this would taste when combined together, I wisely called upon my fearless 13-year-old son to test the food. Before handing him a plate, I grated some Romano Cheese and lighted covered his dish.

He took one bite, while I anxiously waited for the expression on his face to cringe. Much to my surprise, my son’s green eyes lit up and he said, “Mom, this is really good. In fact, it’s almost as good as Grandpa’s food.” My son continued to shovel heaping spoonfuls of the pasta into his cake hole.

At first I thought he was exaggerating, or just trying to be polite. But then I saw my son eat an Artichoke Heart. And that’s when I knew with utmost certainty my dinner was indeed fantastic. Because my son? Hates, loathes, abhors, artichokes.

I proudly served the meal to Poppa Sye, who, by the way, could not stop raving about just how scrumptious he thought it was. In-between bites Poppa Sye kept calling me, “Femme Di’ Casa” which means ‘Woman Of The House’ in Italian and is the highest form of compliment.

Seriously people. Dinner was nothing short of a miracle.

Oh!

But, I didn’t stop there.

Wednesday and Thursday, I also made dinners [and practically out of thin air] that also were pretty darn good. [Said the girl patting herself on the back.] I did have to take one trip to the grocery store, because there are endless options when it comes to making chicken. [Yanno, as long as I don’t use any flour.]

But, by Friday night, after cooking – for four days in a row? I just wanted to order in pizza.

I am happy to report ‘The Parents’ have returned home, the fridge is now full, as is the pantry. And, I am really looking forward to my father’s cooking! Because I am totally ready to hang up my apron. [At least until the next time The Parents go away!]

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A Food Meme

I haven’t done a blog ‘meme’ in what seems like forever, maybe even longer. However, one of my favorite people, and writing buddy Random Chick, tagged me for this meme and I just can’t say NO to her! And, I really want that free copy of her book: Stupid Poetry, Volume I. Besides, being a little more conscious about what I eat, can’t be a bad thing.

Meme Rules:

Go into your pantry [or refrigerator] and pull out something. It can be crackers, chips, cookies, mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup, jalapenos, pickles…whatever. Look at the label. What do you see?  Then put the product on your blog, who makes it and follow the trail of who owns which companies. List the ingredients (find out what those things are that are in your product that you can’t pronounce). Find out who REALLY makes the product, and what the ingredients are REALLY. You might be surprised. Then pick five other bloggers who will do the same thing.

Basically, this meme is intended to raise awareness about what we eat. Certain chemicals are used in foods – and people should know the dangerous impact that can have on our health. As someone who suffers from Severe Food Allergies and Crohn’s Disease, I always read all of the labels on all of the packages of the food that I buy. Simply because I have to.  Therefore, this particular meme was not too much of a stretch for me.

Here We Go:

Product: Haagen Dazs Coffee Ice Cream –
Manufacturer: Haggen Dazs  —> Dryers Grand Ice Cream –> HDIP Inc.
Ingredients: Cream, Skim Milk, Sugar, Egg Yolks, Coffee

Okay, so I happened to ‘luck out’ here because that is one of the FEW sweet delights I can eat, and it’s not packed with anything unnatural.

*whew*

But. Um, after visiting This Website? I’m pretty sure I will never be able to look at dinner the same way.

I’m “tagging” whomever wants to play along!

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Everyone Needs A Little Evelyn!

Some of you already know just how ‘outspoken’ my Gramma Evelyn can be. I find her so very entertaining that I am forever following her around with my video camera. Because you never know what ‘Words Of Wisdom’ will come out of her mouth.  [And by ‘Words Of Wisdom’, I mean F-Bombs.]

Since I have countless hours of raw footage staring Gramma Evelyn, it came as NO surprise when my family asked me to create a ‘Movie Montage‘ featuring ‘The Best Of Gramma Ev‘ in honor of celebrating her 85th Birthday. And of course – I was more than happy to oblige.

I am thrilled to share this video with all of you: my family, my friends and my dear readers! Because ‘Everyone Needs A Little Evelyn‘ in their lives!

Please enjoy listening to Gramma Evelyn on various topics including but not limited to: Senior Citizens, Whores [yes, people-whores], Random Celebrities, Facial Hair, Parking, Cooking, Politics and much, much, more.

Thankfully, my video was a huge success and a big hit at Gramma Evelyn’s 85th Birthday Bash. I hope ya’ll enjoyed it just as much.

Speaking of Gramma Evelyn’s 85th Birthday Bash, it was so nice to spend the day with my fun-loving family. My Uncle Rick, and his partner Rich did a fabulous job throwing together this party. The food was great and the laughter was endless. It’s times like these I cherish the most.

We even had the opportunity to take some wonderful photos together.

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In honor of Gramma Ev, I also designed and created matching T-Shirts for us to wear.

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Here is a ‘Close Up’ of the logo:

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And after watching the video, you know exactly WHY!

I think everyone should have a grandmother like Evelyn in their lives.

Don’t you?

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PS: For those of you who’ve been asking:

* The ‘Complete Set Of Photos’ For ‘Gramma Evelyn’s 85th Birthday Bash‘ Can Be Found HERE!

* For More Video Clips, Gramma Evelyn’s Personal Blog/Website Can Be Found HERE!

* To Purchase Gramma Evelyn’s Merchandise Please Click HERE!

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National DeLurking 2010!

Dammit!

Apparently, last Thursday was ‘National Delurker Day‘. [As clearly stated via the date – on the logo below.]

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And, sadly. I missed it.

But, since I’ve never been ‘On Time’ for anything in my life, why should this event be any different.

Right?

What does Delurking  mean? It means that I am inviting everyone – to open up on the comments of this blog post and let me know you’re out there! [Whether you comment regularly – or whether you have never left a comment!]

Delurking was designed to draw out the people who haven’t commented.  Over the last four years, I have always enjoyed delurking because I usually *meet* new bloggers and/or new readers that I wouldn’t have otherwise discovered. Sometimes, a comment from a long time reader or a newly discovered lurker literally makes my day. And not just for obvious reasons. For me personally, getting a comment is more along the lines of validation that I wrote something other people deemed worth reading. I absolutely LOVE it when a fellow blogger, or reader, can identify or connect with my words. That gives me a feeling I don’t even know how to describe.

Anyway, I am curious to find out what the outcome would be, if I asked all of you to post WHATEVER YOU WANTED in these comments.

What say you?

C’mon Make My Day!

Leave A Comment?

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We Interrupt This Blog

I am interrupting my regular blog posting to bring to you: not one, but TWO, very excellent contests!

1. Enter The ‘BURN NOTICE’ Contest For Your Chance To WIN An All-New Hyundai Genesis Coupe’!

Yes!

Seriously!

And,

2. Enter The ‘WHITE COLLAR’ Contest For Your Chance To WIN An All-New ‘Ford Taurus’!

So, if you’re a FAN of those television shows, and/or, if you’re in the market for a new and free car, click the links above!

[Or, head on over to my other blogMelevision‘ today!]

Enjoy.

And Good Luck Ya’ll!

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Unjustifiable Fears And My Wild Imagination

Let’s face it. We all have fears. Some are justifiable fears. And others? Not so much.

As most of you know, I am absolutely terrified of Spiders, because I’ve already told you that story. And, as most of you know, I am petrified of Bridges, because I’ve already told you that story too. But, I am not sure if I have ever shared my crippling fears with respects to: Fire, and, Public Speaking, and, Heights, and, Flying?

Let’s start with Flying. Shall we? Seriously people, I need to take a Xanax just thinking about boarding an airplane. Don’t even get me started on the story that involved: extreme and violent turbulence, causing the oxygen masks to drop from the ceiling, and the luggage to fall out of the overhead compartments, which led me to think WE’RE ALL GUNNA DIE, because I believed at that very moment gravity could reach right up, grab a hold of my plane, and rip me from the skies. And how one man’s chronic halitosis inevitably sent me into uncontrollable heaving and hurling for a seven-hour flight. Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. And I kissed the tarmac when we finally landed safely.

When it comes to Heights? I suspect this particular fear has something to do with the day my younger brother Adam convinced me to get on a roller coaster, and one that had no floors, and proceeded to spin me upside-down, until I threw up. Which was really unfortunate for the man sitting directly behind me. Because my vomit? Landed all over him. To this day, I practically suffer from a case of vertigo if I am higher than three feet off the ground.

Now, I can’t really explain where this next fear comes from, but I can assure all of you, if I ever had to Speak In Public? I would faint and collapse. And, there wouldn’t be enough voltage in this world to electroshock me back into coherency.

Which brings us to my last fear.

My fear of Fire stems way back to my childhood when I was about five or six years old. Now, I have never been in a fire. [Thank God.] Nor have I even been close to a fire [outside of a controlled environment]. But for some reason, I have spent my life overly concerned with the threat of a fire. And I have no idea why.

When I was a little girl, before I could go to bed, I packed up all of my favorite things and placed them neatly inside of a milk crate. And, I am not even joking when I tell you that I slept holding onto that milk crate full of my beloved items. I performed this ritual every single night – just in case – there was ever a fire and I was forced to run out of the house. I had to be fully prepared to save my most cherished belongings.

Maybe my fear of impending fire comes from all of those ‘Smokey The Bear’ commercials that used to be on television? Or maybe it’s because of all the ‘Fire Drills’ we used to have in school? Or maybe, I am just weird?

But whatever the reasons may be, I am STILL extremely cautious when it comes to an open flame or anything remotely fire-related. And it’s kind of becoming problematic.

I don’t like to leave my bedroom when my candles are lit, because I automatically imagine a huge gust of wind will magically blast through my room and somehow tip over the candles, and ignite everything. Of course, this has a very little chance of ever happening. But that doesn’t stop me from blowing out all of my candles every time I leave my room, only to re-light them upon entry. And I do this, even if I am just going to the bathroom. [Did I happen to mention my bathroom is conveniently located all of three steps away?]

As a smoker [and as someone who is afraid of fire] I am perpetually compelled to make sure my cigarettes are completely extinguished. I do not smoke inside my house, but I do smoke in the garage. Because yanno, it’s a whole lot ‘safer’ to smoke cigarettes while sitting next to paint cans, and chemicals, and All Things FLAMMABLE. And of course that makes me extremely nervous. As such, I don’t trust leaving any cigarettes in the ashtray. Instead, after I smoke, I carefully wrap each cigarette butt up in aluminum foil. Because that is the only way I feel comfortable leaving the garage after having smoked.

The other day, after smoking a cigarette, I couldn’t find any tinfoil. I searched high and low on a mission to locate even the smallest scrap of aluminum. I rummaged through every single cabinet and kitchen shelf.  Sadly, we were totally out of tinfoil, and it was far too late for me to take a trip to the store to purchase new. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any other trust-worthy product to wrap-up my cigarette butts. I simply had to leave my cigarette in the ashtray.

And even though I knew with utmost certainty my cigarette was thoroughly extinguished? That didn’t stop me from running back to the garage every fifteen minutes to make sure my cigarette didn’t spontaneously start to smolder. And, that my garage was not ‘Engulfed in Flames’. I could not stop my wild imagination from conjuring up worst-case-scenarios.  After incessantly ‘checking’ for two hours in a row, I finally realized that if I just flushed my cigarette butt down the toilet bowl, there was no possible way my house would set on fire. At least not from my cigarette.

So now that ya’ll think I am totally out of my mind, before I start feeling like I am the ONLY crazy person on the face of the earth, please tell me…

“What are some of YOUR fears?”

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Seriously? I Can NOT Stop Singing This Song!

And, this is why I still love American Idol. Because this show would be nothing without The Crazies.

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Contextual Intelligence

The other day I was on Facebook [*shocking*] and I posted a ‘Status Update’ requesting blog topic ideas from all of you. Because honestly? After being sick for over a week my mind still isn’t totally clear enough to come up with anything truly blog-worthy. And considering I haven’t left my house for days on end, I have very little material to work with.

Thankfully, a dear and beautiful friend of mine, Jessica [with whom I’ve recently reconnected with] presented an interesting topic. And I’d like to share it with you, my dear readers.

Contextual Intelligence,

Why do people feel that it is acceptable to ask a complete stranger personal information that is totally irrelevant?

For example: Do your children have the same father? Do you still talk to your children’s father? Does he pay child support? Were you married the first time you gave birth? Do you want more children? How much money do you make? How old are you? Is this your first marriage? Does your husband have children from a previous marriage?

I don’t get it. I’ve had it happen to me a lot, whether it be a stranger in a grocery store striking up a conversation or a co-worker just meddling. Do people really feel that it’s necessary to know this information, or is this their attempt at finding a way to judge you before even getting to know you?

It’s even worse when they start the question by saying, “I hope this isn’t too rude to ask.” Well, if they have to state the aforementioned prior, common sense should tell them that it’s not a contextually intelligent question to ask in the first place.

I am not sure why people ask my friend Jessica those particular questions, but I find those sorts of questions to be extremely and uncomfortably invasive. And, if someone ever asked me those sort of questions, I am not sure how I would respond to them.

So, I’d like to know what YOU think.

Tell me…

1. Have you ever been approached by co-workers, or strangers, and asked questions you feel uncomfortable answering. And if so, how did you handle it?

2. Do people really feel that it’s necessary to know this information, or, do you think this their attempt at finding a way to judge you before even getting to know you?

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