Edited to Add: If you are under the impression that I am an intelligent writer, or an academic personality then #1) Where did you get THAT idea? and #2) Please dont read any further, I’d hate to degrade myself in your eyes.
*************
(more…)
Admiring amalah for her cool idea to do this and Lauren for her ability to create one herself the same day. Its taken me over a WEEK. Damn letter “G”
Blaming my mood on the fuckin’ weather. I need the sun. Please?
Crying over Joan of Arcadia. Every. Single. Friday.
Daydreaming about having a baby.
Erasing the “Excited about…” entry just here so that I can use it for “X”
Freaking out over my son demonstrating his mother’s tendency to lose EVERYTHING
Giving up thinking of something witty and original for “G”. “G” sucks
Happy because I came up with something for “G”
Insane for the new Japanese Restaurant we discovered. It’s not just the food, its the EXPERIENCE.
Joking about my caffeine addiction. Although my kidneys do NOT find it funny.
Kissing my dogs, cats, son and husband withOUT rinsing between.
Laughing over skipping “L” the first time. Man, I crack my alphabetical skills UP.
Mistaken for Jodie Foster dozens of times (I dont understand either…) and Kate Hudson once, in a wedding photo, but I’ll savor the compliment until the day I die. And Longer.
Need a mat to put under our new Eliptical Trainer.
Out of aluminum foil. How do I protect myself from the commucations of E.T.s now?
Praying for SUNSHINE
Quoting ALL of the TWOP Recappers whenever I’m discussing T.V. And trying to remember NOT to claim the wit as my own…
Reading funny chics all OVER the web. Check the sidebar
Saving for a house.
Trying to teach myself all about Style Sheets and Templates. I’m failing miserably.
Understanding why it took me over a week to finish this list. Its freakin’ impossible.
Voted “Most Dependable” as a senior in high school and “Most Changed” at my 10 year reunion this year. Does that mean I am no longer dependable…
Went to Catholic schools for 12 years. 12. Years. Seriously.
Xcited about seeing Keifer and Angelina on screen together, even if the movie sucks ass.
Yearning for 4pm so I can go warm up thanks to the 40 below weather INSIDE my office
Zoning out wondering how I was able to come up with “Z” easier than “G”.
July 14, 1991. I woke up early that morning. Who wouldnt? It was my 16th birthday. I was going to get my driver’s license, and then I had a date with the love of my life, Doug P. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and I loved him dearly. Life was grand. We had been together 9 months, which was the longest I had ever dated anyone. For Christmas, Doug had given me an ID bracelet with my name engraved, and “Love, Doug” on the back. I knew this birthday would rock b/c he had already shown himself to be a romantic gift-giver. I dreamed about the upcoming date for weeks. I have always been a hopeless romantic, so I was planning for something big.
(more…)
As a child, I was prone to VERY severe headaches. I realized as an adult that they were migraines. My father did not take us to the doctor every time we were slightly short of par, physically like parents do today – so no one ever prescribed anything or told me migraine triggers. Therefore – I was left to deal with the vice grip on my skull without the use of modern medicine.
Well, the best remedy was my fathers head rubs. Its funny, my mom even talks about his head rubs being the things she missed the most after they split up. So – it wasnt just me – he cured mom’s sinus headaches as well. When he was unable to administer said head rubs – I would wrap my hair around my bed posts and pull in order to try to relieve the pain. THAT is how severe they were.
I’ve come to realize two things about those headrubs as an adult.
#1 – I dont know how my dad would do it for hours until I would fall asleep. When LilZoot gets headaches, I try the patented Papa Zoot head rub, to no avail. The technique, I execute fine, but my FINGERS. Oh my sweet Jesus! After 5 minutes my fingers cramp so bad I’m in tears and need medication for MY pain. That man – my father – is not made of the same stuff the rest of us are – I tell you that.
#2 – no man has ever come CLOSE to relieving my headaches with a head rub. No where close. So, I’ve befriended Advil, and most headaches fade after a few of those little orange pills.
I couldnt take any Advil last night because my stomach was uneasy. This is often the case. However, I do still get headaches periodically, so I just whine and moan and cry until they go away. My husband and son LOVE that. Well, last night, as I was in bed about to fall asleep, a headache hit. I started whining IMMEDIATELY.
Zoot – My HHHEEEEAAAAYYYYAAADDDD hhhuurrrrttttss.
Mr. Zoot - I’m sorry baby, is there anything I can do?
(This is the typical song and dance for us)Zoot – NNNNoooo, all I want is to go to sleeepppp because I’m so ttttiiiiirrrrreeeeeddd. Whine Whine Whine. Moan Moan Moan.
Then – Mr. Zoot started rubbing my head in an “I’m getting rid of that headache if its the LAST thing I do” kind of frenzy. I swear – it was like I heard angels singing as the vice grip loosened from my skull with the magic touch of his strong fingers. It was like an out of body experience it was so wonderful. He made my headache go away. With his hands! I truly did marry the right man!
So – I think I may get another headache tonight…
