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A Valentine's Soliloquy

I am going to take a break from the snark, just this once, to thank all my friends for being my friends,

[not really us. Although if it were, I'd be the girl in the middle.]

and also to my family for being my family,

[not really us. Probably.] photo by Gregory Perez

click photo link to KEXP Blog.

and to both groups for putting up with me. I acknowledge my many flaws, among them

saying unkind things,

forgetting important things a LOT,

saying I will do things and then not,

being loud and angry,

being loud and happy,

being loud in general,

saying embarrassing things that make others cringe,

saying vulgar things that should make me cringe,

oversharing in general, [this blog is an attempt to divert some of that from y'all]

being a slob,

making everything I do wrong someone else's fault,

rarely admitting when I'm wrong,

creating needless drama,

talking about my dogs all the time,

saying things that sound like I'm one-upping you,

talking during movies,

talking while I'm eating,

talking when I should be doing something else

going on and on about stuff ....

Okay we don't have time to finish this list here.

This is not a substitute for trying to improve my behavior. I'm just saying thank you, and I'll try harder, and I love you all and don't deserve you, and I know it.

I would like to say to those friends who have stayed around for a long time (though you may often wonder why you have): one of the joys of growing up is having friendships that can be measured in decades. It still astounds me whenever I think of it. Such friendships are rare, and I savor them all. Thank you.

[also not me. But it should be.] photo by Emilie Wood. Click on image. Go look at more of her gorgeous photos

Gotta go. I've got something in my eye.

Back in the Saddleblog

Brief but ghastly and violent bout of something (food poisoning? flu? cholera?) silenced me for a few days. (NOTHING can shut me up for very long.) As I'm too weak to type -






no, seriously.




(Exhibit A)



I'll stick to pictures, mostly. Just for today.
Exhibit B: Define"promotional."


"Promotional Ficus"
1. It was at the very back of the SupahWa'Mart
2. Between the Plastic Slippers Final Sale and the cargo door to the Way, Way Back (Authorized Personel Only),
3. On a shelf containing 2 other lonely ficii, and nothing else,
4. With no explanatory signage, posters... nothin.

So, help me out here...?


Continuing Features:


Yesterday's Shews: gaga-geometric canvas sneakers.(a.k.a. Barbie Bowling Shoes). Comfy and perky.
Mood Implications: Perky, "Look at my sassy li'l self!" attention- seeking; or, conversely, "very bad day ahead, these might sustain me."






Today's OoA: B/W photo of Grampa Alberto and family.
Coral Gables, Florida. c.1942(?).
That's Daddy on the right. The little scamp.
[Edit: he does not have a black eye. Bad photo of photo]






Exhibit A is an illustration from The Window at the White Cat by Mary Roberts Rinehart (publ. 1910)

Sigh.

1) I really need to do something about that.
2) It's Monday.
3) Again.
4) On the bright side, we got the Christmas tree taken down yesterday.

Pop Culture Maven

It says something (not anything good) about the level of cultural discourse that is my natural milieu, that I recently had the honor of explaining the meaning of camel toe and polterwang to my circle of friends. On the same day.
I am not going to define these terms here, because my Mom reads this, so look at the links if you want clarification. (Mom, I'll tell you in person if you're curious.)
When the first of these terms dropped and met with confused silence, The Him's guy radar went off and he left the room very quickly. I ordered the other males to leave then, so I could utter sacred words of revelation, so they'd hear it from their wives later and not from me.
This event illustrates the downside of being a word junkie. I am attracted to unusual words, slang, acronyms, jargon, and all of that. I derive pleasure from knowing just the right word. This may sound very scholarly and elevated, but seems to result in me being the one who knows all the bad words. Is there such a thing as borderline Tourette's? Granted I take a childish delight in being the one knowing, but as I am a blurter, opportunities for saying EXACTLY the wrong thing to the wrong person are exponentially increased.
On the upside, it will generate myriad opportunities for embarrassing my daughter when she is a teenager.





Today's Shews: (post-church): black leather thong sandals. It's 72 degrees here, people. BTW my feet are not hairy, the sandals are a little frayed. Oh and you can see what I was talking about viz. wide feet.





Today's OoA: brand new Calphalon cookie sheets, a Christmas gift from my BIL. Those cookies are tasty, let me tell you. I'm eating one right now. Not a single one burned. Thank you, Hank.