sharks – again? but i recommend walkin around naked in your living room

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i certainly do gentle readers (and who can guess the artist, title and album) and sho nuff there was another shark sighting off the joisey shore!!  some how this chick and her friends where fishing and she was reeling in her catch and sho nuff one bigass shark surfaced, took her catch and split.  im sure you’ve all seen the story so i dont need to post the video but it was big news around here and funny as hell.  yes i know, i find humor in the strangest things.

well it seems we survived that bigass cme ejected by the sun (from my research it hit at 1am edt) so i am up and running.  hell, i’d find a way, i always will <seg>. coffee wheres my coffee….  ahh found it. someone, anyone could have gotten hurt!

but – i recommend walkin around naked in your living room – swallow it down (what a jagged little pill?) it feels so good, (swimming in your stomach) wait until the dust settles…. you live, you learn, you cry, you learn, you lose, you learn, you bleed, you learn, you scream you learn (aaa ya ohhh).

ive been on an alannis kick for a few days now. she replaced hot tuna acoustic (which is one of my desert island discs),  not just for her badass tune – but for the other songs that fit the feelings i am experiencing and can let loose when the windows down, the volume cranked up and me singing along like a madwoman.  and you know what – i dont give a fuck if people dont like car singing cause im car dancing as well.  trust me – car dancing is muy bueno, epsecially if you got some  bb king on and your stipping bar bluesy and watching the guy in front of you watching you cause the traffic’s at a standstill lmsao.  its my cross to bear… <seg>  (sorry Lord).

I recommend bitin’ off more than you can chew to anyone, I certainly do, do I recommend stickin’ your foot in your mouth at anytime, Feel free, Throw it down (The caution from the wind) Hold it up (To the rays) You wait and see when the smoke clears….

aw Lawdy Lawdy Lawdy i cant count how many times i’ve bitten off more than i could chew to anyone (yes alanis i most certainly recommend it too!) and ive stuck my foot in my mouth hmm.  cant count it and cant count the times ive been mudchecked lol.  im learning now to throw it down (my caution from the wind – ie not being so self reserved) and to hold me up to the rays and God help us all when the smoke clears….

isnt it ironic, dontcha think?  but i remember when this disc came out one of my co-workers (a guy) naturally asked if i liked you ought to know?  i said what the hell do you think? of course i do – its about time a chick let the man have it with both barrells. but i also told him (oh god sammy hagar 3 lock box – yes, im listening to the classic rock station as im writing) she’s more than just that song that defines her.   i caught one of those interview the musician last night (and the other day when tom wasnt home lol) with alanis.  its amazing not only to see the growth of not only the woman but the artist as well.  she looks fantastic and the music she played was not only some of her older tunes (not just jagged little pill) but some of her newest tunes.  methinks me is going to be buying some music soon.

Wear it out (The way a three year old would do) Melt it down (You’re gonna have to eventually anyway) The fire trucks are comin’ up around the bend…

ive recently been told therapy doesnt work and that i live in the past. its an interesting aspect from someone who doesnt know or understand therapy and that the majority of my demons are from my past.  and with some of my demons (who are particularly vicious) – the fire trucks will becomin up around the bend.  will they get there in time is the question that remains because i cant answer that question.  ive had some pretty hefty things thrown my way by that person.  almost sounds like bribery to me and it hurt, which is was probably meant to.  for someone who thinks therapy doesnt work, it looks like they’ll get their way.

You live you learn, You love you learn, You cry you learn, You lose you learn, You bleed you learn, You scream you learn, Hey hey hey hey, You grieve you learn, You choke you learn,  You laugh you learn, You choose you learn; You pray you learn, You ask you learn, You live you learn.

quite frankly, it doesnt get any more real than that. and im learning.  but i’d like to leave the following to those who dont think therapy doesnt work and you ALL know who you are. and you’ll be eating my dust one daay:

Hello Mister Man You didn’t think I’d come back?  You didn’t think I’d show up with my army, And this ammunition on my back.Now that I’m Miss Thing, Now that I’m a zillionaire, You scan the credits for your name, And wonder why it’s not there!

I see right through you,I know right through you, I feel right through you, I walk right through you.

i’ve come a lot further than you think i have.

lifes the same i’m moving in stereo lifes the same except for my shoes

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lifes the same, your shakin like tremolo, lifes the same, its all inside you….. hey, wait a minute, whats that about my shoes???  yo, i like my shoes, especially my 3 inch spiked sandals. thems some smokin shoes!  damn near all my shoes are 3 inch spikes which, when i think about it is kind of funny cause im six foot tall.  for years i wore nothing but flats, until i met my beloved and he LOVES my height so it stands to reason that he loves it when i put my knock me down and fuck me heels on <seg>.  but in thinkin about it, not all my shoes are spikes, my riding boots arent (and i have to hide them from the heinous hound, who ate the heels off them once upon a time) and my tye dye sneaks are, naturally, not heels lol.  it does stand to reason you know…

but yes, you read right, we moved!  YIPPEE!! (make sure you update your records/ignorant blog suzanne, so i can add that to my federal stalking/harassment complaint, and to your parents…).  it was time.  we didn’t need all that room with the gruesome twosome grown and off to college. but oh the moving woes. oh the woes. boxing everything in the house, deciding what to keep and what to get rid of.   finding boxes.  bubble wrap for my lead crystal that was my moms and the Wedgwood china that was my dads and the assorted fine crystal/china i have.  boxes. did i mention that? oh dear lord the pit of despair – the bog of eternal stench. sigh. the bubble wrap. fighting with my boss for the boxes as he was moving as well! (i would sneak boxes out when he wasn’t looking… the never ending decisions of do we want this?  holy shit my beloved is listening to malt shop tunes. kill.me.now.  it truly amazed me the amount of crap you accumulate in all those years of living there.  i had already gone thru all the years of my kids school work and kept all the really righteous stuff they both had brought home so that was something not necessary to do. that box was clearly labeled KEEP!!!

the decision to move wasn’t solely based on the gruesome twosome’s flying away from home.  we really didn’t need all that space, its true, but we were really sick and tired of living in the woods and being terrified of the next limb that was going to come down thru the roof.  so far, we had 2 large limbs come thru the roof and one almost killed my beloved and that was during hurricane irene (suzanne, when you claim on delphi that this happened to your boyfriend, make sure you get it right – seriously everyone, my stalker has a fantasy life based not only on my life but several others as well. apparently her life is meaningless (i was told THAT by an ex-husband of hers…).  i had to work that day so i slalomed my way down 340 in sideways blown winds (man that was fun lol) and i have never seen so many dejected people outside of the neil young concert during the blizard of 83!  i called my beloved to let him know im there safe so he doesn’t worry.  i get a call a couple of hours later, he was just shy of out of his mind, he had gotten up when i called him and went to lay down on the couch. CRASH – a 15 foot limb came thru the roof about 6 inches from where he had been laying… suffice it to say i was outta there and on my way home.

but back to moving…. we looked and we looked and we blew the house down. no wait, thats a story for another day. but wherever we went, they had to take pets cause i wont live where my furry kids aren’t welcome.  so we ended up just free searching, cause the online listings sucked.  whats free searching you ask?  its just looking wherever you happen to be driving at the time.  kinda like they do on aw crap. i’ve forgotten the name of the show. um… the auction hunters? or the guys who just drive around looking for places to buy neat stuff cheap and then they resell it.  love me that show. whatever the hell that show is called but its premise is what we did to find our place.  we just looked at signs and called places.  how can you go wrong?  oh thats a helluva loaded question as you CAN go wrong, as we found out. this one place we looked at was so horrifically, disgustingly inconceivably wrong i still don’t know the place can be fit much less certified livable by the housing commission.  my beloved and i we so skeeved by it that we went straight to the bar when we were out of there.  i still shudder when i pass by it.

but we found this one place we really liked. it looked like it would be a nice intimate place for the two of us, and if they took pets, there would be plenty of space for them and it was location location location! i got the number as we drove by and called them up as we went movin right along down the road.  sho nuff, the place would be available in a few months (we were ok with that) and would we like to take a tour? we definitely would love too, but most importantly, do they take dogs? indeed they did and we set up the appointment for the next day.  we took the walk thru (and was amazed by the clutter of the current tenant – and i thought i was a slob – yikes!!!) set up our deposit and bided (boded?) our time. and started thinking about boxes… did i mention we needed boxes?  boxes are good when you are moving.

now one of the funnier, well, not things about moving were the dogs. my poor things had some separation anxiety.  ok, serious separation anxiety.  they know when they see boxes, somebody is going away.  the last time it was minime going off to college.   so on that note, i would like to refer you to allie;  from hyperbole and a half’s post dogs dont understand basic concepts like moving because they truly dont. while my heinous hounds arent quite as “special” as allies they did have quite the cow when they watched everything get boxed up all month.  then when the time came and my beloved and i left to sign the papers, my poor babies just went apenuts. i was dropped back off at our place with the first load to start unpacking and to wait for the tv guy and i told my other half PLEASE bring the dogs over now, they need it. but did he? sigh. no. so the hounds were literally going out of their little minds every time he went back for another load and left them there. finally i had to put my foot down and told him BRING THE FUCKING DOGS WITH THE NEXT LOAD OR ELSE….. he brought the dogs with the next load. smart move. so we spent some time playing with the dogs (ie getting lots of loves) and getting them introduced to our new home and taking them out back to familiarize them with the new diggs.  it took them a couple of days however to start to relax.  well truly relax. i think the pez constipated himself and kilo got the runs.  welcome to my hell. but they are adjusting well to the new run we have for them out back and the dogs on the other side of the fence.  they’ve done the equivalent of sniffing each others butts through the fence with no aggressiveness at all, which made us very happy. ok made me happy.

so i think that will end moving in stereo’s chapter one (i decided i would break up my moving woe/adjustment) into two and quite possibly three posts cause im already at 1300 words lol. holy shit 1300+ words? damn it was a long move.

so my gentle readers, i will leave you with this, so i can go outside and smoke, that i will follow up in the next post… hope the vid comes thru…

ok i finally did it, im putting myself out there and its scaring the shit out of me!

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yes gentle readers. you read right. i am now wandering the halls of wordpress, finding really neat forums (cooking nomnomnom) some humorous (but are they well, deranged like me – thats the real kicker), some both – cooking and funny as hell and well, i think its time to take my blog away from the few friends i have who read this (sometimes my daughter actually reads it – thanks brat), the friends my stalker has monitoring it for her (i think she’s in intensive psychiatric counseling, and its about fucking time.  nope i was wrong, she’s still on delphi 24/7, her santababy11 nic was outted and she’s now posting as stargazer661, and she thinks nobody knows its her the moron) and put it in the public eye.

and its scaring the shit out of me.

seriously.  it really is.  writing, knowing (what the hell was that sound? it sounded like fairy music jingling – hmmm) that there are now people who might actually read my blog and *gasp* like it scares the shit out of me.  cause im not just socially unattractive, i also post about the shit that goes on in the graymatter – ok so i am socially unattractive lol.  im bipolar – psycho on a good day and heavily medicated for your protection on a daily basis and my sense of humor has several different levels some of which will offend everyone and i dont give a fuck lol.

but what i want to know is how does this freshly pressed gig work?  is that something where you press the wordpress button on the bottom of a post?  how does one become freshly pressed? is it an award?  granted that’s where im  finding the blogs im liking – the humor ones are harder to find, not many people seem to have my sense of humor. dark, snarky, at times malicious, self deprecating, making fun of others and life you know, demented.  cause like my about tab says – ive had a very privileged life and a shitload of stories to tell.  but due to the life i’ve lead, i find it hard to remember them sometimes <seg>.  i am what i am and i will not apologize for it i had a crapload of fun getting here! *evil chortle*

but still, i am nervous about putting myself out there in front of all of you. but i figure, ive been at this for oh, around 2 years now, so why not?  i’m going to figure out how to put pics up here – in and around the text, as well as embedding vids (i hate it when they open in a new tab) and please someone, tell me how the hell i can get the “like” tab and all the posters who like my blog to show up. thats got me screwed 3 ways to nowhere and back.  i also want to segregate my posts like i’ve seen other blogs do.  i think i want a biker thread, a life thread, a mockery thread – something that will give some order to a disorderly mind.  mebbe not though. but mebbe so. i dunno.

but one thing about the next couple of weeks is i’ll be busy and not able to get here as much as i’d like. we’re moving. and i cant fucking wait. its just the packing thats making my neck and arm ache like hell (bulging discs).  i still dont know how we managed to accumulate so much crap in the last 8 years….  but before i start that today, im taking a nap.  its sadly my day off and tomorrow is too so why not? its not like i have anything pressing right now lol. the boxes will still be there when i wake up…

but i would like to thank you my new readers and hopefully soon to be new readers for giving me a chance.  socially unattractive is/was/will be cathartic for me at times, and a helluva lot of fun the rest and lets enjoy the ride together!

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