PSA: Women, Know Your Limits

Attention!  This is a very serious Public Service Announcement.



This is a good lesson for all us dear, sweet, fragile things.

Comes in 24,000 installments

Found at Funny Promos

This takes "one step at a time" to a whole new level.

Ring Ring I'm calling you!

I know lots of people that still have land phones, due to kids and combined billing and such.

But... I continue to be amazed when people tell me that they don't have a cell phone.

It's not that it's bad or wrong or anything, but in today's state of affairs, how does one keep pace without one?

I try to be different

Found via Sad and Useless

But some people don't give a fig.

Thinking about it

I'm thinking about posting some posts...  Seriously.  :-)

Quote of the day

The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not 'Eureka!' (I found it!) but 'That's funny ...'
 ~ Isaac Asimov

Quote of the Day

There are two ways to pass a hurdle: leaping over or plowing through... there needs to be a monster truck option.
~ Jeph Jacques

Thanks to Snow for passing on this amazing quote! :-)

The Ride

I don’t like to be emotional.

I don’t like to be all girly and wistful and dreamy.

However, there are these things called hormones that make it hard to be in control of my thoughts.

I stare blankly and a wave of some unnamed (because I don’t want to name it) emotion washes over me and I want to cry.

My lips curl and quiver. I try to purse them together to in a futile attempt to stem the inevitable tide.

I bite the inside of my lip.

I distract myself with something else, email, text, try and pick up some work problem, read a book, do something I’ve procrastinated doing.

This works for a moment or two.

Then these sneaky emotions grab at me again.

Vicious things, these emotions! No mercy!

They bubble up and overwhelm me, sweeping over me, carrying me away into a land of misty eyes and senseless thoughts.

I fight it as long as I can.

Then I give in to the tide. (Told you it was inevitable.)

I’m pulled into a bittersweet land of immense emotions.

Illogical dreams are embraced and I wistfully dream of those things beyond my present reach.

It’s an orgy of emotion, everything slamming me at once.

Deluged with all and nothing at all, I float, letting it take me where it will.

As with everything in life, it eventually subsides.

The tide goes out.

In the wake, I’m left weak and oddly content.

I’ve lost. I’ve won.

Somehow it’s both.

I turn back to the task at hand.

Nothing and everything just happened.

Oh, the ride.

Gift Giving 101

This is my gift giving policy in short... said best by Scott Adams once again!



Don't think I'm serious? Ask my family. Ask them the last time they received a gift for a specific occasion.

See what I did there? I said "specific" occasion. I still get them presents. But it's when I happen on the perfect thing, or a nice little surprise. It's so much more enjoyable then. And they mean something. And it's not contrived.

This has been Gift Giving 101 by Alaina.

Class dismissed.

First Snowfall

We here in the north part of the states had some snow last week.

It was our first snowfall of the year. Nothing too big. Just about 14 inches or so.

Of wet.

Very heavy.

Snow.

Here's Awesome ready, willing and able to due his duty!

"Let me at 'em!", he says with glee.

So, Awesome and I clean off my driveway in a neat and quick fashion.

Pause now for a cute Mini Cooper moment.

Okay.  Back to the post.

Then we turn around and see...

I repeat.

We see...

Some... fist shaking... teeth grinding... foot stomping... okay so the foot stomping wasn't out of anger...

Yeah, you'd better run!!!!!

After waving my fists in the air, I turn around to see...

I didn't overreact.

I'm going to Anger Management class now.

Jerks have the class way too late at night.  I'm going to give the instructor a piece of my mind.

I win!

Remember when Neisha said I was so absolutely awesome and wanted me, and me alone, to name her newly combined blog?

No?

Well, that's how I remember it.

So, anyway.  Back to me.

Because I'm awesome, she sent me a box.

I was delighted! My very own box!

Hours of enjoyment.

Then I opened it.  Actually, it fell open after being crumpled and rolled over numerous times at night.  What?  So I slept with it.  Don't judge me.  It's been a while since I had a present.

So.

All it had in it was chocolate. Which disappeared (I have a feeling it reapportioned itself on my body).

Stupid delicious chocolate.

So don't come over looking for chocolate.  You won't find any here.

Thanks Neisha!  I'm just happy that my amazing spectacular stellar suggestion was adored acceptable.

Post 500

So, I bet you can't guess what post number this is!

Oh.  Okay.  Never mind then.  You're no fun.

It's been, um, well, I'm not sure, but it's been 500 of it.

I've wanted to quit a couple of times.

But I like the glory.

WHAT glory you ask.

Fine.  I like when you all say how funny and clever I am.

WHAT??! You don't say that?

I'm not sure why I do this.

I'll get back to you on that.

Meanwhile, go count the chickens, I lost count after 23.

The Melting Pot

Some fabulous women and I took a night off and went to The Melting Pot for "girls night" a while back.

We set the place on fire!

Ok, so maybe we didn't, but we ate fabulously!

But don't kid yourselves, we did take time to geek it up!

Yeah, that's two of the gals playing Tap Tap Revenge on my iPod Touch.

We know how to party!

Self Assembling GSXR Motorcycle

I'm a geek.  But even if YOU are not a geek you'll like this...

It's the coolest thing I've seen in a while!

Quote of the day

I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself.

~ Marlene Dietrich

erm...

Let me know ok?

Tastes like bacon

Envelopes that taste like bacon?  Seriously... what will they think of next?

Check out this and all their products... including bacon popcorn (GENIUS!) at J and D's.  Oh and they have a blog too!

I want this bookshelf

Contiguous United States (aka lower 48 only)

Designed by Ron Arad

I really wish I had the room or place for this massive and massively awesome bookshelf.

Your point of view changes EVERYTHING

Further proof that your point of view (aka chosen attitude) makes a huge difference.


I like to switch it up... you know... because crazy looks good on me.

Whatever Clock

Found a new clock for my house...

Found at A Pattern A Day

Actually, this TOTALLY isn't me... perfect gift idea for some people I know though.........

Periodic Table

Found at Makezine

Amusing right?

Alone in a crowded room

I’m not a writer.

I don’t have a blog because I feel the need to write like most of the people I follow. I appreciate the written word. I love reading. But I don’t write.

This is different. This is something that I’ve had in draft for a while. Going back and editing and tweaking and putting it down in black and white has been cathartic.

So in a rare appearance here is an open and honest post about me. Like it. Love it. Hate it. Disregard it. Share it. Do what you will with it. This post has already done what I need it to do for me.

I’m a nice girl.

Really. I’m a nice girl.

I’m a really nice girl.

I may not call my mother as often as I should. But she knows that I’m here and that I love her. Same with my family and friends, I might not call them as often as I should, but they know I’m here for them, whatever they need.

I’m not the most communicative. Some are fooled and confused by this. I’m friendly and gregarious. I like to joke (see all previous posts). But inside my soul is not a place many people are invited. Some think that because I’m open with the insignificant things about life that they know me. They don’t. Talkative does not equal openness with me.

It’s a family joke that I only have one feeling and I don’t really know where I put it. While this is merely meant and said to be funny, it has a measure of truth. It is indicative of how I’m not usually forthcoming with my inner emotions and don’t share my feelings even with them.

Emotions scare me.

Yep. I said it.

When you open yourself to someone and show them how absolutely screwed up you are you trust them not to betray that trust. It’s vulnerability at its finest. This allows them the power to say, “You are messed up and I reject who you are.”

While being guarded is good (there are a lot of nasty’s out there) shutting yourself off is not. I don’t purposely shut people out, it’s that there aren’t that many people that I’ve spent enough time with to let them in.

So, while I have a normal size network of friends, I don’t have many people that I can trust implicitly. I think this is normal. All of us just have a few true “go-to” friends. What I don’t think is normal is that I have the propensity to not connect with those I trust on a regular basis. And the reason this is bad, is because it builds more fear that I have to overcome each time. And, quite frankly, it’s easier just to keep it all in. In the short term that is. In the long term, I feel isolated and alone. Which I completely acknowledge is my fault.

I think about what I can do to change this. I can reach out. But my two close friends are both mated (no, not to each other). They already have that one person that trumps all others. I’m automatically at least #2 on the list. I don’t begrudge them this. It’s just how things are. It’s how it should be for them. And while they make time for me when I need it, I’m to timid to ask. And deep down I know they can’t give me what I truly want.

What, you ask, do I truly want?

I want someone that has chosen to witness my life. I want to be #1 on their list. Someone that has said “I want to get to know every deep and dark twisted scary inch of your soul and I’ll be here to show you mine and you won’t go unnoticed. I’ll see the way you twist your hair when you’re thinking. I’ll see the way you bite your lip when you are stopping yourself from saying something. I’ll see the way you make a joke to ease the tension. I’ll see your fear of not being enough… ever. I’ll see all of you and I won’t run screaming into the night. I’ll notice you.”

Now I read that last paragraph and it sounds to me (out of context) that I’m seeking validation from an external source. But notice I used the word want. Not need.

I’m happy. I am whole. I have great friends. I have an amazing family. And while my job is frustrating, I am passionate about what I do. I have independent thought and the ability to use it. I am able to do anything I want, providing I plan for it. I’m healthy. I don’t need someone to be complete.

Every human seeks to feel like they matter. I’m no different. I want to matter to someone. I know I matter to my friends and family. But I want to matter to that one person, that one person that can’t imagine not being able to be with me.

It won’t be one sided. I want to give to that someone, let them know that their life matters, that it won’t go by unnoticed. I want to be there for them, whether it’s to listen while they unload their frustrations about the topic of the day, or to put their security card by their keys so they don’t forget it or to quietly sit next to each reading a book just being together.

The only piece left to do is to find that person. I don’t expect it to happen today. I don’t expect it to just fall into my lap. I know that it’s a progress. I know that its work. And I know that not just anyone will fill that position. Maybe it won’t happen for me. Perhaps it’s not meant to be. Perhaps it won’t happen for years. It doesn’t stop me from wanting it now.

And you should know I won’t settle just to fill the position. While I don’t have a laundry list of qualities to check off for perspective applicants not anyone will do. It has to be a match on both sides. I’m a firm believer that while you have to work at a relationship, that it shouldn’t be a constant struggle.

What I’m exasperated at is that there are no, I repeat, no prospects in my address book.

Dagnabbit, I’d like to have a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

Animator vs Animation

Someone (who happens to be the lady that helped name me) sent me this link.

I laughed myself silly.

Then I watched it again.

I give you... Animator vs Animation

See?

Isn't it awesome?

You're welcome.

Thanks Mikki!

Quote of the day

You’re not supposed to suck the helium out of balloons because it’s bad for your brain. I say, if you get such a huge kick out of talking in a high voice, you’re probably not that worried about protecting some genius brain.

Suggestions?

I'm open to suggestions... anyone? anyone? Bueller?