My guilty pleasure? Watching The Supernanny. Generally the family in question on the show istotally cooperative. The guys toight? Couch-potato dad absolutely refuses to participate (he traveles 50 weeks out of the year).
The dad is the most selfish idividual I've ever seen, constantly undermines the mom, doesn't believe in or support the parenting techniques, and for all intents and purposes, reminds me of my bastard-of-an-ex husband.
Not that we had children together -- no, I was too afraid of him for that. No, it is the way that he approached everything, includinnnnnnnnnnnnnng.... home repair, maintenance on the marriage, and working because he bowed to the almighty buck and not to the sanctity of the human ties that bonded us in marriage.
So this guy on Supernanny... he just pissed me off. And it made me glad that I'm not married to him, or that bastard-ex, either.
Seeing the parents take their children for granted, is especially disconcerting to me. I hate when parents have so much in life, and never think that they might be harming their children irreperably... in fact, bringing up the very peoples in society from which they are trying to protect their families.
It just makes me sick because I want to make a difference... and I'm clueless as to how I could, at this point in my life.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
My Lance...
M.W. and I rode the Los Gatos Creek trail on Saturday, from Palo Alto to Los Gatos (I think). It was a pretty challenging ride up the creek, but it went really really fast, back down.
We have an incredibly competitive nature between the two of us. He is old and fast, I am young and built for comfort. Our bikes act as the "Great Equilizer" because I persist while his energy comes in spurts. The equilizer part? Wheels.
M.W. and I always try to work as a team. Whether it's cutting up fruit or going on a dinner (or donut) run, we like to keep eachother company, take some of the burden out of burdensome things, and most especially, find new ways to love, to laugh, and to see if I can make him spit soy mocha out of his nose.
As we were "racing" to where the car was parked on Saturday, I shared my water with him, doing the cool pass-off manovre that people with actual coordination and athletic ability can do. As he handed me back the bottle and then proceeded to stay at my side (instead of leaving me in the dust, a task which is allotted to him by the eighty-eleven extra gears that his shiny new K2 has) and yell to anyone who could hear: "Hey Lance... does Sheryl ride with you? Look who I've got with me?"
Had I not been going 20 mph down a board-walk clad hill, I'd have kissed him. Or wept. Or both. My reply? I yelled: "Who needs Lance Armstrong for a boyfriend when I've got my best friend in the whole wide world, right here? Eat your heart out, Sheryl."
My heart is actually bursting. What a great day!!!
We have an incredibly competitive nature between the two of us. He is old and fast, I am young and built for comfort. Our bikes act as the "Great Equilizer" because I persist while his energy comes in spurts. The equilizer part? Wheels.
M.W. and I always try to work as a team. Whether it's cutting up fruit or going on a dinner (or donut) run, we like to keep eachother company, take some of the burden out of burdensome things, and most especially, find new ways to love, to laugh, and to see if I can make him spit soy mocha out of his nose.
As we were "racing" to where the car was parked on Saturday, I shared my water with him, doing the cool pass-off manovre that people with actual coordination and athletic ability can do. As he handed me back the bottle and then proceeded to stay at my side (instead of leaving me in the dust, a task which is allotted to him by the eighty-eleven extra gears that his shiny new K2 has) and yell to anyone who could hear: "Hey Lance... does Sheryl ride with you? Look who I've got with me?"
Had I not been going 20 mph down a board-walk clad hill, I'd have kissed him. Or wept. Or both. My reply? I yelled: "Who needs Lance Armstrong for a boyfriend when I've got my best friend in the whole wide world, right here? Eat your heart out, Sheryl."
My heart is actually bursting. What a great day!!!
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Saluting Law Enforcement Officers
Going through all of my old stuff, I found the business card of the Police Officer who came to my former home and disarmed my former spouse, when he attempted to eliminate us from the planet.
After calling 9-1-1, the officers very carefully approached him, disarmed the bastard, handcuffed him, and took him for a 48-hour cooling-off period in the looney-bin.
There was more than one officer, but the one whose card I have, I just sent a thank-you note, cc-ing it to his Chief. Can you imagine that these guys and girls put themselves into the line of fire daily? Each day they are thrust into the very situation from which I called them to extract me.
Shuh! Can you believe how brave they are? Does that make them crazy too? How about our service men and women?
NO! I don't think they are crazy. I think they are young, bold, and trying to make a difference, make the world a better place.
So thanks Officer Freeman, thanks anyone else who was there, and thanks to all of the other law enforcement officers who are, for the most part, of impeccable character and certainly braver than anyone ought have the right to be.
Peace out.
After calling 9-1-1, the officers very carefully approached him, disarmed the bastard, handcuffed him, and took him for a 48-hour cooling-off period in the looney-bin.
There was more than one officer, but the one whose card I have, I just sent a thank-you note, cc-ing it to his Chief. Can you imagine that these guys and girls put themselves into the line of fire daily? Each day they are thrust into the very situation from which I called them to extract me.
Shuh! Can you believe how brave they are? Does that make them crazy too? How about our service men and women?
NO! I don't think they are crazy. I think they are young, bold, and trying to make a difference, make the world a better place.
So thanks Officer Freeman, thanks anyone else who was there, and thanks to all of the other law enforcement officers who are, for the most part, of impeccable character and certainly braver than anyone ought have the right to be.
Peace out.
Who is Tupey?
My darling sister's website -- www.rupetupe.blogspot.com -- is at least named in part for our late Aunt Ruth's dog, named Tupey. It was the most gawd-awful dog with the worst name imaginable. However, people do love their dogs.
Jayleigh's latest post includes a video of her naughty-poochie-poo named Kodiak, who looks like my old dog (may she rest in peace), Teddy.
I told M.W. the other day that I wanted a dog. Neither of us live in places where dogs are allowed. But that doesn't stop me from stomping and pouting about it. On Yahoo! News photos a couple of days ago, there was a red panda. A red panda? A red panda. Anyways, I want a red panda for a dog.
So there, M.W. (stomp)
Jayleigh's latest post includes a video of her naughty-poochie-poo named Kodiak, who looks like my old dog (may she rest in peace), Teddy.
I told M.W. the other day that I wanted a dog. Neither of us live in places where dogs are allowed. But that doesn't stop me from stomping and pouting about it. On Yahoo! News photos a couple of days ago, there was a red panda. A red panda? A red panda. Anyways, I want a red panda for a dog.
So there, M.W. (stomp)
Thursday, September 15, 2005
I'm the Rodney Dangerfield of Meteorology...
In essence, I get no respect.
In reality... I get a lot of it. It's so weird how your coworkers show that they accept you by giving you hell. Mine call me everything except my name.
Why? Because they called me something not close to my name on my first day of work. I corrected them. Is that so wrong? My real name "rhymes" with Danielle. On the daily telcon, someone called me Danielle the other day. My coworkers could not believe that I refrained from throwing a hissy-fit. Now they call me Danielle. Yesterday, the nickname was "Pinky Tuscadero" of "Happy Days" fame. Why? Wore a pink polo-shirt.
Tomorrow, though, my nickname will be "hardass" unless I get some respect. I think.
In reality... I get a lot of it. It's so weird how your coworkers show that they accept you by giving you hell. Mine call me everything except my name.
Why? Because they called me something not close to my name on my first day of work. I corrected them. Is that so wrong? My real name "rhymes" with Danielle. On the daily telcon, someone called me Danielle the other day. My coworkers could not believe that I refrained from throwing a hissy-fit. Now they call me Danielle. Yesterday, the nickname was "Pinky Tuscadero" of "Happy Days" fame. Why? Wore a pink polo-shirt.
Tomorrow, though, my nickname will be "hardass" unless I get some respect. I think.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
It Levels Me Every Time
As I go through life, I try not to reflect too much on disappoints. Sometime that just can't be helped.... they just come up, kick you in the back of the knees and level you to the ground.
To be frank.... I need a hug. A great big safe hug. From someone who is never going to leave.
In unpacking more boxes in my place, I've already found pictures this morning of my in-laws, the curtain for the nursery I decorated when I was pregnant for a few precious weeks back in my old house, and groundhog's day cards which I chose not to send. All of these items represented dissapointments of some sort in my life, be it poor communication, the loss a a new life inside me, or just plain high hopes that are afraid to exist for fear of being dashed by fear itself, poor communication, and lack of faith in something I want so much for my somewhat distant future.
Worthy of mentioning is that I am going off my anti-depressants finally. Everything seems to make me cry or laugh these days. Not mood swings as much as finding my emotions again. And my fears. Maybe I needed to be more numb for a while to get some perspective.
Anybody got some advice (or a hug)?
On another topic...
I HATE online music companies. Being the cheapskate that I am, I joined Yahoo Music's free 7-day trial. They said I could download as much music as I wanted. Guess what? My new iPod (I named her Smith) is not supported, so I can't download the muzik onto her and listen "on the go" as advertised. It took about 2 hours of researching to learn this. And I'd already shared my unlimited download excitement with Kiki, so then I felt like an idiot.
Here's the thing: usually, I will buy large quantities of music only from the bargain bin, garage sales, or that buy eighty-eleven CDs for only a penny offer from BMG. Why in heck would I pay $7/ month until the end of time, just to listen to my unlimited downloads? I mean, eventually there would be a limit, and then my toons ended up costing WAY more than $0.99 apiece. It ain't a good deal, and I don't support online music companies that end up charging you more than you'd ever pay in a bargain bin, garage sale, or Columbia House (hey, I can be an equal opportinity business plan basher).
So what's my solution? A perfectly legal method of backing up the music that I paid for. Tunebite. Time consuming? Yah. A little boring? You betcha. But in the end, I ended up paying almost $18 to a German company that allowed me to record the music as it's coming out of my speakers, so the format can be reincoded for use on Smith, the baby iPod. What's an iPod mommy to do? The baby likes music. It's like food to her, and she's on a quarter of a tank.....
To be frank.... I need a hug. A great big safe hug. From someone who is never going to leave.
In unpacking more boxes in my place, I've already found pictures this morning of my in-laws, the curtain for the nursery I decorated when I was pregnant for a few precious weeks back in my old house, and groundhog's day cards which I chose not to send. All of these items represented dissapointments of some sort in my life, be it poor communication, the loss a a new life inside me, or just plain high hopes that are afraid to exist for fear of being dashed by fear itself, poor communication, and lack of faith in something I want so much for my somewhat distant future.
Worthy of mentioning is that I am going off my anti-depressants finally. Everything seems to make me cry or laugh these days. Not mood swings as much as finding my emotions again. And my fears. Maybe I needed to be more numb for a while to get some perspective.
Anybody got some advice (or a hug)?
On another topic...
I HATE online music companies. Being the cheapskate that I am, I joined Yahoo Music's free 7-day trial. They said I could download as much music as I wanted. Guess what? My new iPod (I named her Smith) is not supported, so I can't download the muzik onto her and listen "on the go" as advertised. It took about 2 hours of researching to learn this. And I'd already shared my unlimited download excitement with Kiki, so then I felt like an idiot.
Here's the thing: usually, I will buy large quantities of music only from the bargain bin, garage sales, or that buy eighty-eleven CDs for only a penny offer from BMG. Why in heck would I pay $7/ month until the end of time, just to listen to my unlimited downloads? I mean, eventually there would be a limit, and then my toons ended up costing WAY more than $0.99 apiece. It ain't a good deal, and I don't support online music companies that end up charging you more than you'd ever pay in a bargain bin, garage sale, or Columbia House (hey, I can be an equal opportinity business plan basher).
So what's my solution? A perfectly legal method of backing up the music that I paid for. Tunebite. Time consuming? Yah. A little boring? You betcha. But in the end, I ended up paying almost $18 to a German company that allowed me to record the music as it's coming out of my speakers, so the format can be reincoded for use on Smith, the baby iPod. What's an iPod mommy to do? The baby likes music. It's like food to her, and she's on a quarter of a tank.....
Friday, September 09, 2005
Sunday in the South...
My Mom's Dad hailed from South Carolina. But he was as happy as a clam when he lived in California for may years. Mom tells me that I look like Grandpa Gilstrap, and that I love California like he did. She always paid homage to our southern roots, and especially the fact that her people felt incredibly wronged by the War.
Anyone from the South knows of which war I speak. They're still angry down there. Growing up in Michigan, I can not even begin to fathom the kind of individual that would feel, deep down, wronged by the things that they lost in the American Civil War. But anyways, it's an old-school train of thought that I don't subscribe to.
But if you've ever heard this song, you might get an idea of how small-town America feels about it's boys and girls that it sends out into the world. I'm still a small-town/farm girl. And it's weird how I feel that a little part of me still needs to succeed on behalf of them. (Of course, then I go Home to Michigan and tell the tales of my life, and then come back here and make more tales).
Shenandoah - Sunday In The South
Mill worker houses lined up in a row,
another southern sunday morning blow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around
I can almost hear my mama pray:
"Oh lord forgive us when we doubt,"
another sacred sunday in the south
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball
The halls of history are cold and still,
but they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will
And on the old town square under the barber shop pole,
they sat me up in the chair when I was four years old
I can almost hear my papa say:
"Won't you hold still son, stop squirmn' around
another sacred sundays coming down"
I can almost hear the old folks say:
"You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town,"
Some other lazy sunday you'll come back around
I can feel the evening sun go down,
and all the lights in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about
and the night is filled with the sound of a whipporwil
On a sunday in the south
Anyone from the South knows of which war I speak. They're still angry down there. Growing up in Michigan, I can not even begin to fathom the kind of individual that would feel, deep down, wronged by the things that they lost in the American Civil War. But anyways, it's an old-school train of thought that I don't subscribe to.
But if you've ever heard this song, you might get an idea of how small-town America feels about it's boys and girls that it sends out into the world. I'm still a small-town/farm girl. And it's weird how I feel that a little part of me still needs to succeed on behalf of them. (Of course, then I go Home to Michigan and tell the tales of my life, and then come back here and make more tales).
Shenandoah - Sunday In The South
Mill worker houses lined up in a row,
another southern sunday morning blow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around
I can almost hear my mama pray:
"Oh lord forgive us when we doubt,"
another sacred sunday in the south
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball
The halls of history are cold and still,
but they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will
And on the old town square under the barber shop pole,
they sat me up in the chair when I was four years old
I can almost hear my papa say:
"Won't you hold still son, stop squirmn' around
another sacred sundays coming down"
I can almost hear the old folks say:
"You'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town,"
Some other lazy sunday you'll come back around
I can feel the evening sun go down,
and all the lights in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about
and the night is filled with the sound of a whipporwil
On a sunday in the south
Thursday, September 08, 2005
A Point of Wonder
.... some may wonder why I so often publish lyrics. The answer is "I listen to a lot of music". For instance, if you go to http://launch.yahoo.com you'll find that I'm a ratings master (enter wxgddss at the DJ). Probably only 21,000 ratings. But my music tastes are ecclectic and varied.
So back to the point of wonder. Why these lyrics? Why here?
Simply: moving, beautiful music.
BTW... I got a new iPod last night. Before, it was an iPod mini, 4 GB. I sold that one to Kiki and got a 20 GB iPod colour for $100 off retail. How did I do that, you ask? www.craigslist.com Go there. It's a Good Thing.
Happy Listening!
So back to the point of wonder. Why these lyrics? Why here?
Simply: moving, beautiful music.
BTW... I got a new iPod last night. Before, it was an iPod mini, 4 GB. I sold that one to Kiki and got a 20 GB iPod colour for $100 off retail. How did I do that, you ask? www.craigslist.com Go there. It's a Good Thing.
Happy Listening!
Today is the First Day of my Life
BRIGHT EYES
"First Day Of My Life"
This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you And I wondered if I could come home
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you had just woke up And you said “this is the first day of
my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you But now I don’t care I could go
anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”
So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me...
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Oh M.W.... I love you....
CARBON LEAF LYRICS
"Life Less Ordinary"
Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
Live a life less sedentary
Live a life evolutionary with me
Well I hate to be a bother,
But it's you and there's no other,
I do believe
You can call me naive but...
I know me very well (at least as far as I can tell)
And I know what I need
The night you came into my life
Well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away...
I will keep tongue-tied next time
Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
My face had said too much
Before our hands could even touch
To greet a 'hello'
(So much for going slow...)
A little later on that year
I told you that I loved you dear
What do you know?
This you weren't prepared to hear
I'm a saddened man, I'm a broken boy
I'm a toddler with a complex toy
I've fallen apart, since the ambush of your heart
The night you came into my life
Well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me.
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue-tied but...
Honey understand, honey understand
I won't make demands
Honey understand, honey understand
We could walk without a plan.
Honey understand (honey), honey understand
I won't rest in stone all alone
Honey understand, honey understand
I'm all ready to go
But you already know...
Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me.
If I could name you in this song
Would it make you smile and sing along?
This is the goal: to get into your soul
If I could make you dance for joy
Could that be the second-chance decoy?
The bird-in-hand I would need
To help you understand?
The night you came into my life
well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue-tied next time
"Life Less Ordinary"
Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
Live a life less sedentary
Live a life evolutionary with me
Well I hate to be a bother,
But it's you and there's no other,
I do believe
You can call me naive but...
I know me very well (at least as far as I can tell)
And I know what I need
The night you came into my life
Well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away...
I will keep tongue-tied next time
Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
My face had said too much
Before our hands could even touch
To greet a 'hello'
(So much for going slow...)
A little later on that year
I told you that I loved you dear
What do you know?
This you weren't prepared to hear
I'm a saddened man, I'm a broken boy
I'm a toddler with a complex toy
I've fallen apart, since the ambush of your heart
The night you came into my life
Well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me.
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue-tied but...
Honey understand, honey understand
I won't make demands
Honey understand, honey understand
We could walk without a plan.
Honey understand (honey), honey understand
I won't rest in stone all alone
Honey understand, honey understand
I'm all ready to go
But you already know...
Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me.
If I could name you in this song
Would it make you smile and sing along?
This is the goal: to get into your soul
If I could make you dance for joy
Could that be the second-chance decoy?
The bird-in-hand I would need
To help you understand?
The night you came into my life
well it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue-tied next time
Friday, September 02, 2005
Fortune Cookie Fortunes
It seems that the best of the fortunes come about in the most needed times of one's life. Mine tonight? "Being aware of your fears will greatly improve your life". Nice that it would come a couple of days before I attend the marriage of M.W. son. His shrew of an ex will be there, along with everyone she's ever bad-mouthed me to. Intimidating? Frightening? Yah, shure, you-betcha!
One of my fav. fortunes of the past? "Stop looking forever... happiness is right beside you". That's the one that kepe my first marriage together when I moved from Michigan to Oklahoma. Another one? "Success is like a kite: big winds raise it higher". That one convinced me to weather a stormy job until I found something else in the field that I liked.
No Place to Go
M.W. is at a party tonight for his son. His daughter is at a party for his daughter-in-law-to-be. I'm not welcome, so I've decided to watch Supernanny, paint my nails, and pop a bottle of bubbly. Why the hell not? I'm making my own happiness tonight. Rather than be in an uncomfortable and stuffy "corn-cob up the butt" house, I'm sitting around in my tank-top and panties, feet on the coffee table, remote-control in hand.
does life get much more satisfying than this? It does if you go to the freezer and find a pint of Ben-n-Jerry's!
One of my fav. fortunes of the past? "Stop looking forever... happiness is right beside you". That's the one that kepe my first marriage together when I moved from Michigan to Oklahoma. Another one? "Success is like a kite: big winds raise it higher". That one convinced me to weather a stormy job until I found something else in the field that I liked.
No Place to Go
M.W. is at a party tonight for his son. His daughter is at a party for his daughter-in-law-to-be. I'm not welcome, so I've decided to watch Supernanny, paint my nails, and pop a bottle of bubbly. Why the hell not? I'm making my own happiness tonight. Rather than be in an uncomfortable and stuffy "corn-cob up the butt" house, I'm sitting around in my tank-top and panties, feet on the coffee table, remote-control in hand.
does life get much more satisfying than this? It does if you go to the freezer and find a pint of Ben-n-Jerry's!
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