I'm fortunate enough to be a regular columnist at FunnynotSlutty, the premier women's humor site. I have a lot of fun posting my monthly series there called "Memoirs of My America." Today, my post is up, on being a hairy little unibrow monkey girl. Mustache and all.
I hope you click over and learn a bit more of why I am the way I am and BONUS: my post there today is tied in to a Scrapbooking software giveaway.
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Thursday, April 5, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
So Raise Your Glass...
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass for me
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass for me
~from Pink's Raise Your Glass
It's easy for our minds to default to all that we don't get done in our day and all that we never get to check off on our daily lists. Besides all the must do's of the day like the meals, the laundry, the house, the kitchen, the weeding; we also have the most important -- like eye contact and face time with our spouse and kids. We also have to find room for a healthy lifestyle that includes exercise, seeing people outside of our family, and spending time doing something that brings us satisfaction and peace.
Makes me want to start laughing maniacally, by myself. When and where and how am I going to get everything done? And so begin the thoughts that remind me of all the ways I come up short.
But you know what? With a more keen eye, I can see all that I do that is way above and beyond the average person. So, today, I am raising a glass, to myself, because the stuff I do would make the heads of Hollywood's stars spin.
oI return home from the grocery store with only one celebrity gossip magazine, even though there is no one there to stop me from buying out the whole rack.
oWhen it comes to anyone's Christmas or birthday gifts in this house, I always hit a home run.
oI have done an amazing job of smoke and mirroring my husband and children into thinking I've got this housekeeping gig down.
oI have always been able to maintain a clear pathway that runs through the house from the front door clear through to the back door.
oMy children love the names we gave them.
oMy kids still think I can kick their butts in any foot race.
oI have heard my husband fall just short of bragging about my ability to keep this family heartily fed.
oIt takes only one hand to count the number of times in seventeen years that my children have run out of clean underwear.
oMy children have no idea I'm unable to help them with their math. I remind them that if only it weren't dinner time, laundry time, toilet cleaning time, that I'd be more than capable of sitting down with them and helping them out with their polynomials (pile of oreos, what?)
oMy youngest has told me that from really far away and across the street, I kind of almost could look like a teenager.
oI have figured out a way to exercise every day, since I have no pride in what it takes or who is around. I climb up and down the house stairs for 40 minutes and ignore what my husband thinks is hilarious documentary style comments about my Andean Mountain DNA coming to surface in my middle age.
oI'm never at a loss as to what to wear since I figured out the secret to being in style is to baffle them with bullsh*t. Few things in life that can't be pulled off with good posture and a good haircut.
oEvery day of their lives, I have had a joke ready to tell my children sometime during the day. Corny, lame, eye rolling, but it's there, every day.
Now, who wouldn't raise a glass to that?
Forget about the perfect meals, gleaming floors, sparkling clean toilet bowls. Raise a glass to all you do that no one else can do. If you look hard enough, it's there.
So if you're too school for cool
And you're treated like a fool
You could choose to let it go
We can always, we can always party on our own
~from Pink's Raise Your Glass
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**Thinking of going to see The Hunger Games? I've got some necessary advice to give you before you go. You'd be wise to check this out. My Hunger Games cautionary post at Sprocket Ink, here.
Raise your glass for me
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass for me
~from Pink's Raise Your Glass
It's easy for our minds to default to all that we don't get done in our day and all that we never get to check off on our daily lists. Besides all the must do's of the day like the meals, the laundry, the house, the kitchen, the weeding; we also have the most important -- like eye contact and face time with our spouse and kids. We also have to find room for a healthy lifestyle that includes exercise, seeing people outside of our family, and spending time doing something that brings us satisfaction and peace.
Makes me want to start laughing maniacally, by myself. When and where and how am I going to get everything done? And so begin the thoughts that remind me of all the ways I come up short.
But you know what? With a more keen eye, I can see all that I do that is way above and beyond the average person. So, today, I am raising a glass, to myself, because the stuff I do would make the heads of Hollywood's stars spin.
oI return home from the grocery store with only one celebrity gossip magazine, even though there is no one there to stop me from buying out the whole rack.
oWhen it comes to anyone's Christmas or birthday gifts in this house, I always hit a home run.
oI have done an amazing job of smoke and mirroring my husband and children into thinking I've got this housekeeping gig down.
oI have always been able to maintain a clear pathway that runs through the house from the front door clear through to the back door.
oMy children love the names we gave them.
oMy kids still think I can kick their butts in any foot race.
oI have heard my husband fall just short of bragging about my ability to keep this family heartily fed.
oIt takes only one hand to count the number of times in seventeen years that my children have run out of clean underwear.
oMy children have no idea I'm unable to help them with their math. I remind them that if only it weren't dinner time, laundry time, toilet cleaning time, that I'd be more than capable of sitting down with them and helping them out with their polynomials (pile of oreos, what?)
oMy youngest has told me that from really far away and across the street, I kind of almost could look like a teenager.
oI have figured out a way to exercise every day, since I have no pride in what it takes or who is around. I climb up and down the house stairs for 40 minutes and ignore what my husband thinks is hilarious documentary style comments about my Andean Mountain DNA coming to surface in my middle age.
oI'm never at a loss as to what to wear since I figured out the secret to being in style is to baffle them with bullsh*t. Few things in life that can't be pulled off with good posture and a good haircut.
oEvery day of their lives, I have had a joke ready to tell my children sometime during the day. Corny, lame, eye rolling, but it's there, every day.
Now, who wouldn't raise a glass to that?
Forget about the perfect meals, gleaming floors, sparkling clean toilet bowls. Raise a glass to all you do that no one else can do. If you look hard enough, it's there.
So if you're too school for cool
And you're treated like a fool
You could choose to let it go
We can always, we can always party on our own
~from Pink's Raise Your Glass
Flickr cc
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**Thinking of going to see The Hunger Games? I've got some necessary advice to give you before you go. You'd be wise to check this out. My Hunger Games cautionary post at Sprocket Ink, here.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Is Latino Time Real?
I write for TikiTiki, a blog that is a joy and a pleasure to read, as well as to contribute to.
In my post there today, I pose the question/rumor/urban myth?: Is Latino Lateness a real thing?
We'd love to hear if you've had any experience with this, or if it just gets your gussie up to even hear about it.
Happy Saturday!
In my post there today, I pose the question/rumor/urban myth?: Is Latino Lateness a real thing?
We'd love to hear if you've had any experience with this, or if it just gets your gussie up to even hear about it.
Happy Saturday!
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Friday, March 30, 2012
Lessons Learned
It's been a long time since I've done a guest post. Renee, of Lessons From Teachers and Twits, and I have had this one today in the works since December.
I met Renee through Julie C Gardner [byanyothername], so I knew she'd walk the king of content walk. This English teacher runs a series of guest posts on Fridays worth following. It's called #Lessons Learned; and they're not always lessons from the classroom.
I hope you click over and meet Renee, and read about how sometimes things seem ethereally familiar to us for a reason.
Have a wonderful Friday!
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I met Renee through Julie C Gardner [byanyothername], so I knew she'd walk the king of content walk. This English teacher runs a series of guest posts on Fridays worth following. It's called #Lessons Learned; and they're not always lessons from the classroom.
I hope you click over and meet Renee, and read about how sometimes things seem ethereally familiar to us for a reason.
Have a wonderful Friday!
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| Renee of Teachers and Twits |
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Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The Grunting You Hear Is A Dead Giveaway
I don't even notice that I do it. I can't hear a thing. But I'm told it goes on.
As I plopped my fat butt down onto the footstool after work today, my body making contact with the cushioned leather seat, I let out a big oooophtah.
Taking a deep breath in, I bent over to remove my rain boots, I'm told I accompanied that movement with a sound reminiscent of a Russian weight lifter. Struggling to pull my snug boots off, I let out a strained aaaayyngyaaah sound, as the boots finally gave way and my strangled feet were set free. The relief was so sweet from the eight spent in vise-grip crampedness that I couldn't help but let out an appreciative sigh reserved for a more private room.
Stretched out against the brown leather chair, I finally relaxed after being gone from home all day. I let the air out of my body like a slowly deflating balloon. Audibly. And my children had to let me know about it:
Mom. You can tell you're getting old because you make a noise every time you do something, just like old people do. You sound like a dead person trying to get up.
What? I do not.
Yes, Mom. You do.
And with the snap of a finger, my three angels descended upon me like jackals surrounding a fresh kill. They continued:
It's like you have to announce every move you make, Mom. Pulling off your shoes, hanging up your coat, unloading the dishwasher, making the beds, carrying the laundry upstairs. It's ALL THE TIME, Mom.
Really? I announce everything every time I do something? And this bothers you? All of you?
It drives us nuts. You're old.
How much does it get on your nerves? I mean, does it get on your nerves so much you'd give anything to not hear it?
Mom. Seriously. Have you ever heard yourself parallel park?
Hm. Well, then, seems to me this is all easily fixed. If I make annoying sounds with every buttload of work I do around here, how about YOU all empty the dishwasher, make the beds, carry the laundry, take off my shoes ... Voila. No more grunts and groans from your gramma mama.
::crickets::
What I thought. Now, if you all will excuse me. I've got to get up off this chair and start some dinner ... nnnnnnyyghaaa ... one of you boys help me up, will you?
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