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 Never confuse movement with action.
~Ernest Hemingway

Hot Men Friday

 Jon Stewart

 Sexy, smart, funny, great hair, short, nice, family dude, Jewish, love him.

I could watch the Jon Stewart channel all the time if there were such a thing. And I kinda love that a certain demographic (not sayin') thinks he is the news. Love that! That's okay. Maybe he is.

 

 

 

 

This is long, but sooooo worth a watch.

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Within You, Without You

Every Thought That Crosses My Mind
I know a woman that said, not necessarily to me, but to the world at large,

"Why would anyone blog? Who needs to publish their every thought"?

I internalized this, as I do everything, and gave it a place in my brain.

Which immediately made me realize if I published every thought that ran through my brain I would never leave my desk, I'd have to buy a Jimmi-Jane for over-caffinated days, have my meals brought to me, and I would lose the use of my limbs from nonuse.

I'm dangerously close as it is, but my pointy-point is writers do not write their every thought. But I'm here to guess that bloggers/writers have more than the average amount of thoughts running through their heads.

I'm also aware that I can have two (maybe more, who can pay attention?) thought-threads running around in my brain at the same time. This bugs me to no end.

Just one thought for one day from one woman.

I'm a Blurter
At times I will say out loud the thing that is in my head, maybe not fully formed, maybe not ready for prime time, maybe not appropriate.

At times the blurts are amusing. At times insulting. At times conversational. At times confrontational.  At times thought provoking. At times simply annoying (told ya).

If ever I would consider a mood-leveling drug, it would be to stop the blurts.

So - are blurts a type of truth serum? Are they simply done to self-promote? Done to self-sabatoge? Done to draw attention - wanted and unwanted?

Falls right in with the extroverted introvert thing. Draw attention to the fact that you're uncomfortable and not wanting attention.

Figure that one out and I'll kiss you full on the lips! Even if you don't want that kind of attention.

Are you a blurter? Are you thoughtful or thoughtless? I'd love some thoughts on this! Ha! Seriously, I would. Let's get inside each other's head for a hot second.

Hot Men Friday

Matt Damon

Uh huh. Mmm mmm. Take-a-second-look and think whoa numsies.

 

 

 

 

Remember him on Will and Grace a million years ago?

You Really Got a Hold on Me

Obsessions

I have a few. Lie! I have millions. They vary, randomly and needlessly. Obsessions don't mean you really WANT the thing although some of them I wouldn't kick out of the car. Obsessions make my world go around. Keep my pencil sharp. Keep me dreamin' baby.

Mmm and nummsies! Sophia Coppola AND Louis Vuitton? Swoon and forget it girl. At $3,700 this will not be happening. How unfair to price that bag that way! -sobbing-

Okay - maybe I'm not obsessing over this one. Every damn woman has this damn bag. Although the one in Damier wouldn't be bad. And at $750 or whatever it is at least it's reachable.

I have this one so I'll quit bitchin'. Pup got it for my birthday a few years ago and it's lovely! Awesome! Love it!

I scored this little lovely a few months ago from a consignment shop. Fell in LOVE with its awesome yellow and purple. Louis! I really do have a sickness for Louis. I will resist the Neverfull. Yes I will.

How adorable is this Winnie? Awww! I am craving RVing around like mad. I'm a Cancer and like to nest and Pup is a bit that way as well. We're thinking we are going to start traveling this way rather than hotels. I never like hotels no matter how lovely. I want some of my STUFF around me. Throw the 70s in there and I'm unnaturally happy.

Not really, but you have to admire its 70ness. No? Oh come on! Admit it!

Michael Kors - does anyone make women look better than you?

I am finding little chunks of pottery everywhere I go. Love these and can't resist. Adorable yes?

Paint colors are ruling my world right now. Den of decisions! I curse you.

How awesome would something like this feel? Yes real fur. PETA can shoot me. Oh wait - am I an animal? Ha! Don't judge. Do you eat chicken? Beef? Pork? Wear leather? Own a down coat? I live in Minnesota for cryin' out loud. If anyplace should be allowed to wear fur, it's here. Nuff said.

I played with the iPad, but this little devil made me fall in love.

Rocks! Rocks rock. I want some rocks. I want to hunt for rocks. I want to have them. I want to be like Lucille Ball in The Long, Long Trailer.

Holy crapinoli - this is awesome. I want it. Don't worry Pup, we already bought a sofa for the den. It's normal looking.

But that won't stop me from getting lamps. I know just where to go! Oh the lamp-woodies I will be having!

These are awesome. And have a convenient stretch panel for my enormous shapely calves. Kisses Kenneth Cole!

Oh Wolf! I love you so. Can you forgive me if I wind up with a Kitchenaid? BTW - LG YOU TOTALLY SUCK and so does your customer service department. Bite me in the knobs!

Happiness Is a Warm Gun

Pupisms

Yes, now he's sick. Not surprising, not unexpected. Poor baby!

Last night we head up to the loft early so Pup can watch a bit of TV and I can surf for decorator-porn.

He's the master-whiner in our house.

"Dollink . . ."

"Dollink . . . you better rub my butt."

"Why?"

"Just rub it."

"You're kidding right"?

"Well, you better rub something."

Got to Get You Into My Life

Are the Beatles finally coming to iTunes?

Can it be? Let It Be? How can I love them as much as my tiny little self loved them that long ago night watching them on The Ed Sullivan Show? But I do. And I love them. I could make vague Beatles lyric references all day. Forgive me and my fuzzy head.

Still sick! This is a wanker of a virus. Hideous and horrible. I do not like being sick. And I sound like Barry White except not sexy. Well, if you thought Barry White was sexy. Which I don't. So, just imagine how I sound. Most of the time nothing comes out when I try to talk. Which is making Pup pretty damn happy let me tell you what!

So, while I'm croaking along sing this loud with me. Because the sun does always come.

Hot Men Friday

I'm a bit sick so today's entry is a bit gratuitous. But come on! He is hot. I like him too. He seems funny and nice. Let me keep my illusions.

Don't feel too sorry for me. It's been a looooooooooong time since I've been sick. And I'm a lucky girl cuz Pup made me COFFEE and I'm drinking it right now trying to get my aching head and body under control.

Love you peeps and have a hot weekend.

I've Been Through the Valley for You*

I've just been ransacking google images for graphical representation of my grade and have discovered that unless you are getting an A or an F, no one wants to hear about it.

When did this happen? When did getting a B mean 'better luck next time chicky-poo' and 'aaaah, you poor thing'? All or nothing I'm seeing.

That's what I got! A B! On the final and overall. I may have exaggerated once that I was pulling a C, but I do now believe I was feeling the all or nothing approach to schooling.

I am happy with my B and happy that I'm done with school for a minute.

Happy!

Taking the final took over two hours out of my day and may have shortened my life by about five years.

The stress!

I read through each question so many times, went back through the exam so many times, gave answers, and then double checked what I was answering.

11:30 a.m. - Settle in chair. Computer fired up and ready. Web page accessed and logged in.

11:35 a.m. - Oh, I have to pee.

11:40 a.m. - Double checking log-in name. Is Deborah spelled right?

11:45 a.m. - Reading and rereading exam instructions.

11:50 a.m. - Shutting door. Considering locking in case Pup comes home, running through the house shouting something important like, "Somebody needs a spanking?"

11:55 a.m. - Laugh about this visual for a second or two.

12:00 p.m. - Begin for real.

12:15 p.m. - This is hard.

12:30 p.m. - I have to pee again.

12:45 p.m. - This is seriously hard. My brain is starting to hurt.

12:50 p.m. - Mind wanders to my Blackberry; do I need to check it?

12:55 p.m. - I resist.

1:00 p.m. - Are you Fing kidding me? I'm only on question 38 out of 66? Shoot me now.

1:05 p.m. - Why did I have that second enormous cup of coffee? {scurrying off to pee again}

1:10 p.m. - Agonize over questions 39 and 40. Make wild guesses.

1:15 p.m. - Go back to questions 39 and 40. Make second wild guesses.

1:20 p.m. - Hit part three of final; the easy part.

1:25 p.m. - Hit submit.

1:30 p.m. - Use curse words I didn't know I knew because I have to give an evaluation before the systems will release my grade.

1:35 p.m. - Call Instructor to ask about office code number. WTF?

1:40 p.m. - Text Lyndsi if she knows the code.

1:45 p.m. - SUBMIT and hello there B! I'm happy to meet you.

1:50 p.m. - Stumble from room looking for water like it's actually scotch.

Aaaaaaaah, sweet relief. My face is red and the anxiety is fading from my gut.

Love this feeling! Ha!

*Just try getting John Legend out of your head when you're in the middle of your final. Uh huh.

Accountability and Challenge

I am doing my final here at home today.

In class yesterday we were all talking about our different test-taking styles and it was discovered that about half of the class would prefer testing in the classroom and the other half would prefer testing at home.

I am testing at home! Eee gads and awesome. The exam is online and open book, so what difference does it make? I'm so happy.

When I am taking a test I'm good until that first person turns in their test. Then I can't stop thinking how I may be the last one standing (sitting?). The brain starts giving me background noise and I begin losing focus.

Yes, ridiculous. Who cares if you're last? Tell that to my brain.

Wish me luck. I'll be locking myself in a bit later in the day.

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I am also beginning a personal fitness challenge, but I would LOVE anyone who would care to join me.

Goals are simple; pick whatever goal it is you desire. Mine is eating mindfully and daily exercise with a weight-loss and fitness goal in mind. I have a gadget on the right for my tracking. Does anyone know of a spiff tracking gadget we can use?

Begin it to win it!

I'll host a cyber-party for all peeps that join the challenge. Ideas are encouraged!

Here are a couple of my favorite links for help.

Mark's Daily Apple

Kelly Olexa

Brad Pilon

Let's kick it and get legendary!

I KNOW He Was Here a Minute Ago

Seriously Cute Dog

Pup is bugging me about grandbabies.

Pup: "Please! Tell Bella she and B have to have babies now! I need grandbabies! I can't wait any longer."

Me: "B and Bella will have babies when they are ready. Not when you are ready."

Pup: "I don't like that answer! She needs to have grandbabies now!"

Me: "Talk to some of the young uns on your side of the family. Your niece Lyndsi just got married. Start bugging her!"

Pup: "That won't be the same. My sister won't share that baby.

I run from room to avoid more whining.

Alright, now, cut to this past weekend. I'm out shopping with my GF deb-oh-rah and my 'berry rings.

"Hello?"

"Do you own a dog? A dog named George?" (Thank you I.D. tag!)

"What?? Do you have my dog?"

"Yes I do. He's here with a bunch of us over at the school playground."

"Oh my gosh! Thank you for calling! I'll call my husband to come and pick him up." (Pup was at home and I was miles away.)

I quickly dial Pup who answers his phone with, "I'm in the car already looking for him."

I say, "Call me back when George is safe in your car."

Pup: "grumble, grumble."

Of course, this isn't the first time Pup has lost George, but I let the past be the past. (heh)

So, the next time I am with Bella I'm telling her this story and she turns to me and exclaims,

"Momma! Ask Bonus-dad how can he be trusted with the grandbaby he wants so badly if he can't even keep track of George"?

Bella and I BUST OUT laughing!

I Am So Happy

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It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
~John Updike (My Father's Tears and Other Stories)

Hot Men Friday

Andy Cohen

I love his crooked smile, his wonky eyes, the way he schvitzes like a turkey on the fourth Wednesday of November. I love how he quaffs Maker's Mark giving me a whiskey-boner.

He's adorable!

He can ask the most intrusive, rude, need-to-know question and because he's smiling that crazy smile, you don't hate him.

He wrangles in all the Housewives from Bravo with ease and makes it look like they could be normal under their crazy (I don't think they are.)

Here's to getting a Mazel from Andy and loving his moxie for all the jackholes he picks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Really Minnesota? This Shit Again?

Former Sen. Mark Dayton held a razor-thin margin over Republican Tom Emmer early Wednesday in the Minnesota governor's race, virtually assuring a recount.

With fewer than 20 percent of the state's precincts uncounted, Dayton held a lead of less than half of 1 percent over Emmer - about 9,000 votes, according to the Minneapolis Star Tribune. Independence Party candidate Tom Horner was third.

Recounts are nothing new to Minnesotans. Al Franken's 2008 Senate victory over Republican incumbent Norm Coleman was subjected to a rancorous recount that landed in court and left the seat vacant for eight months.

In the governor's race, Hennepin County officials acknowledged a problem in uploading some votes, which for a time gave the appearance that Dayton had more votes than he should have had, but said at midnight that the problem had been resolved.

Are they serious? With all the applied science available, this is what happens? Again? I'm beyond disgusted.

And, if the DFL party calls me ONE MORE TIME I will hunt them down like a fat corn-fed deer and grill up their flanks on my Smoky Joe. Seriously! I swear our phone rang ten times with volunteers urging us to vote. I voted people! I did!

I am glad there was a great turnout. This is fabulous. The fact that they cannot handle the volume speaks volumes.

Gah! Where is my tequila!

Signing a Contract

We did it. It has been months in the planning and months in the picking and months in the finagling and months in the budget-adjusting. We found a contractor, had plans drawn up, and we begin in about two weeks.

Ack!

We were out to dinner last night with Pup's ginormous family (just a smallish chunk of them actually) and I mentioned to SIL Penny Lane that we were starting our den soon.

Penny asked me, "Why don't you guys relax and have some fun instead of always working on your house?"

At first I was bewildered. I think I actually asked her what she meant. She simply meant what she said. From her perspective, Pup and I are always working on the Chez Emerson and not enjoying life. From our perspective, we are making Chez Emerson lovely so we can enjoy our life.

Got me thinking though. What is important? Is where you live important? Is your stuff important? Is cocooning the thing you love? Is traveling the thing you love?

Penny lives a simpler life, unencumbered with stuff. So when I looked at the question from where she was sitting it made sense. But where does this leave the question?

I think for Pup and me, we are still finding our way. We've only been married a bit over a year. We had to move into his house, we had to blend our ways of living, we had to blot out reminders of his ex-wife from the house, we had to blot out any residual reminders of my wasband. I'm sure we're not doing it perfectly, but we're doing it.

For Pup, I can see how having a wife isn't always easy. He was a single guy for a while and he was used to not having to ask anyone else if they wanted to attend another Pup-family gathering. He didn't have to ask anyone else if they wanted a recliner in the living room. No one was hogging all the hot water in the shower.

For me, I'm finding I need to say yes to some family gatherings and not feel bad if I don't go to others. I need to listen to a few wants (pool table anyone?) and find joy in the decision.

So . . . the question. Why aren't Pup and I enjoying life instead of working on the Chez Emerson? I think the working and finessing and decorating and incorporating and compromising and nesting is the beginning of our enjoying our life. Our new and tender life together. We're finding our way; tiptoeing through the landmines and coming through on the other side.

How are you enjoying your life? How are you working it with your spouse/partner? Or how are you working it for you?