And they said it wouldn't last!
I've covered a lot of ground during my first 100 posts here on My Wckd Wckd Ways. I've covered a little somethin' somethin' of my Shepard Smith love...and a little somethin' somethin' of my Shepard Smith hate. I've covered my dirty little Mike Rowe love and come clean with a little bit of the Mike Rowe hate. Now I've moved on to the RPattz luv...can the hate be far behind?
So, what shall we talk about for my 100th post?
There's so much to say, and so precious little time to say it in (who am I kidding? I can type all night...but I doubt you'd continue reading, dear Constant Reader.
Oh wait!! I've covered my Rick Reichmuth luv and haven't ever, ever had any Reichmuth hate!! I still luvs me some of the Reichmuth...when I'm up early enough on weekends to catch his sexiness on FNC :D
But, enough of the past....let's move on to a bright new future.
Let's talk about ROBERT PATTINSON!
Robert, Rob, RPattz, Patty, Spunk Ransom, Teh Robbler...whatever you choose to call him, there's no denying that boy is H-O-T. That I could have birthed him during my Senior Formal in college does not enter into the equation~EVER! It spoils the fantasy that way.
I have currently a small yet growing pile of various magazines on the corner of the desk. All have one thing in common: photos of Robert Pattinson are contained therein. I have fetched magazines out of the recycle bin because they have one teeny tiny photo of Rob in them. I have a folder on the desktop of my MacBook Pro (the same computer that Robert Pattinson himself prefers, I might add) that says "Robert Pattinson". Essentially, all of the images that are on the pages of those magazines are also confined digitally to my little folder.
I have watched Twilight at least 6 times since discovering both it and Robert in early June. I have watched the movie, the movie with the commentary (Robert, seriously...get over your frickin' eyebrows!), the extra scenes, the making of, the becoming Edward thingy...I've watched it all, and still...it's not enough.
I watch YouTube videos (thank you, Sherry, for the Leno video which started the whole she-bang in the first place ;) ) I watch YouTube videos on my iPod touch when I'm away and find some wifi. I look at my own pink Yankee baseball cap and think "Why, it's almost identical to the one the Robinator has been wearing since he flimed here in my fair city...except for it's pink!", I pretend that those aren't sweat stains under his arms in some photos, and that it isn't dandruff on his shoulders...or grease in his hair.
I even made a special trip tonight to get the current Entertainment Weekly Magazine...because Robert is in it.
Yes, I am a woman somewhat obsessed with Robert Pattinson...and I KNOW I'm not alone! The only difference is I don't steal my child's copy of Tiger Beat for the poster :P
So, yes, I have made my 100th post about Robert Pattinson. Here's hoping the next 100 posts are all about the Rob~luv and not about the Rob~hate.
And now, for your viewing pleasure, the video that started the whole obsession off...Robert Pattinson on Leno:
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Friday, October 3, 2008
Something A Little Different...
I was poking around the world wide web and I found this...Shepard Smith's graduation address to the class of 2008 at his beloved Ole Miss.
Ok, he does go on for a bit (conversely, our speaker, who's name and importance escapes me) told us he'd be brief, as it was 98 degrees in the sun that day...our black caps and gowns only making it worse. That's all I remember of his brief speech, and I have to wonder if these graduates will remember anything more than "Shep Smith spoke" at their graduation. Long winded as it is, it's a very touching speech, and I think he speaks from his heart. Ten seconds later, life does indeed change....
Ok, he does go on for a bit (conversely, our speaker, who's name and importance escapes me) told us he'd be brief, as it was 98 degrees in the sun that day...our black caps and gowns only making it worse. That's all I remember of his brief speech, and I have to wonder if these graduates will remember anything more than "Shep Smith spoke" at their graduation. Long winded as it is, it's a very touching speech, and I think he speaks from his heart. Ten seconds later, life does indeed change....
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Just The Fact's Ma'am
Ok, so I have always been under the impression that magazines employ people as fact checkers. You know, the people who get a draft of an article and then set about confirming things stated as fact in the article, be it a celebrities birthdate or the population of a town.
Well, after reading something tonight in, of all things, TV Guide, I have to wonder about them.
The article in question was basically who makes what in TV land. There was very little text. It was mostly done in chart format. Different charts for different categories. Things like Prime Time Series, listing how much per episode various starts of shows make.
Well, under the heading "TV NEWS", you will find the big guns like Katie Couric, who makes 15 Million per year and Matt Lauer who makes 12. Who's #4 on that list, you may ask? Well, I'll tell you. It's someone from FoxNews who makes between 7 and 8 million per year named SHEPHERD Smith.
That's right. SHEPHERD.
The only problem is....well...Shepard Smith does not spell his name "Shepherd".
A quick visit to the FoxNews website could have given any fact checker...or mail room employee...the correct spelling of Mr. Smith's name. Since that obviously wasn't done, we know NO ONE checked the spelling of the mans' name.
Now, if we were talking about Matt or Brian or Tom, I wouldn't expect anyone to check the spelling of the name. But Shepard isn't exactly your garden variety, run of the mill, every day moniker. It's a name that is, for the most part, unusual.
So, wouldn't it stand to reason that someone~anyone~check for the proper spelling prior to the article going to press?
If it's too much trouble to check the simple spelling of a name, how do we trust the validity of anything else published in TV Guide?
How do I know for sure that Dirty Jobs will be on Tuesday at 9? Or that LOST will be on at all? Did anyone bother to check and make sure?
So, I'll do the fact checking for you, TV Guide:
Click here: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,1260,00.html
Well, after reading something tonight in, of all things, TV Guide, I have to wonder about them.
The article in question was basically who makes what in TV land. There was very little text. It was mostly done in chart format. Different charts for different categories. Things like Prime Time Series, listing how much per episode various starts of shows make.
Well, under the heading "TV NEWS", you will find the big guns like Katie Couric, who makes 15 Million per year and Matt Lauer who makes 12. Who's #4 on that list, you may ask? Well, I'll tell you. It's someone from FoxNews who makes between 7 and 8 million per year named SHEPHERD Smith.
That's right. SHEPHERD.
The only problem is....well...Shepard Smith does not spell his name "Shepherd".
A quick visit to the FoxNews website could have given any fact checker...or mail room employee...the correct spelling of Mr. Smith's name. Since that obviously wasn't done, we know NO ONE checked the spelling of the mans' name.
Now, if we were talking about Matt or Brian or Tom, I wouldn't expect anyone to check the spelling of the name. But Shepard isn't exactly your garden variety, run of the mill, every day moniker. It's a name that is, for the most part, unusual.
So, wouldn't it stand to reason that someone~anyone~check for the proper spelling prior to the article going to press?
If it's too much trouble to check the simple spelling of a name, how do we trust the validity of anything else published in TV Guide?
How do I know for sure that Dirty Jobs will be on Tuesday at 9? Or that LOST will be on at all? Did anyone bother to check and make sure?
So, I'll do the fact checking for you, TV Guide:
Click here: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,1260,00.html
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Hotty Toddy
So yesterday, Shepard Smith gave the commencement address at his beloved University of Mississippi~Ole Miss.
As you can guess, I'm quite proud of him.
But not everyone seems to be.
I read a few negative editorials prior to the commencement, and in some ways, I could understand their point of view.
No, no one was sore that someone from the dreaded FoxNews stable was giving the address.
What they were a little perturbed by was the fact that Shepard Smith, while an alumnus of Ole Miss, was not a graduate.
While Shepard attended the University for 5 years, he never moved his tassel from one side to the other and heard the words "you are graduated". He never received a diploma. And yet, he is probably one of the most successful people to ever attend the university.
A man without a college degree was giving an address to those who graduated...with the degree he so obviously lacks.
I could definitely understand why those editorial authors were a bit distressed by the choice of Shepard Smith as speaker. How can you possibly have someone who dropped out of college and became successful address people who worked very hard to earn their degree at their own graduation.
As Warner Wolff would say, let's go to the video tape.
Shepard is highly regarded as the most successful, most watched anchorman on cable news. Recently, FNC rewarded him for this with a huge payraise~an estimated 7-8 million dollars per year. He is top rated, highly praised and easily recognized. He is authoritative, funny, charming (that damn impish grin that totally sucks me in every time!) and unquestionably the best reporter on his feet when on the scene.
But...did he learn the skills to be the best at Ole Miss? Or is it something that lies more within his nature, some skill that he honed and nurtured on his own?
I have nothing against education, as I myself am a college graduate and would not have the job I hold without my degree.
But, is a degree in Journalism something that Shepard needed to do his job? According to Smith himself, he took all of his journalism classes, and was missing only a Spanish class to graduate.
The whole point of a college education, one where we not only take the classes required for our chosen major, but also other required classes in subjects we aren't majoring in, is to get a well rounded education. To be able to be versed in other subjects, which do indeed all come into play at various times in our lives.
Shepard is missing this.
I'm not saying hes not qualified to do his job. I KNOW he is. But, I do know that it nags at me a tweak at times that I know he doesn't have his degree. And it makes me wish he'd just take the darn class online and get it done. But then something happens~a Hurricane Katrina or a war in Israel or a bridge collapse in Minnesota~and there he is, the best reporter on his feet, giving me the details from the scene. And I know that Shepard Smith is the best that there is. He has honed and fine tuned his skills to be the sharpest out there.
And that's when I think, while I'd like for him to have his degree so that he could say YES I DO HAVE A DEGREE IN JOURNALISM FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF MISSISSIPPI, I know that having a degree in a subject does not MAKE person good at it. I can assure you, there are reporters out there with degrees in Journalism who are NOT good reporters, just as there are accountants out there with degrees who can't set up a spreadsheet if their lives depended on it.
No, Shepard Smith is a damn good reporter, degree or no degree, and those who graduated yesterday at the University of Mississippi were damn lucky to have him expound on life for them.
I hope they listened and learned.
As you can guess, I'm quite proud of him.
But not everyone seems to be.
I read a few negative editorials prior to the commencement, and in some ways, I could understand their point of view.
No, no one was sore that someone from the dreaded FoxNews stable was giving the address.
What they were a little perturbed by was the fact that Shepard Smith, while an alumnus of Ole Miss, was not a graduate.
While Shepard attended the University for 5 years, he never moved his tassel from one side to the other and heard the words "you are graduated". He never received a diploma. And yet, he is probably one of the most successful people to ever attend the university.
A man without a college degree was giving an address to those who graduated...with the degree he so obviously lacks.
I could definitely understand why those editorial authors were a bit distressed by the choice of Shepard Smith as speaker. How can you possibly have someone who dropped out of college and became successful address people who worked very hard to earn their degree at their own graduation.
As Warner Wolff would say, let's go to the video tape.
Shepard is highly regarded as the most successful, most watched anchorman on cable news. Recently, FNC rewarded him for this with a huge payraise~an estimated 7-8 million dollars per year. He is top rated, highly praised and easily recognized. He is authoritative, funny, charming (that damn impish grin that totally sucks me in every time!) and unquestionably the best reporter on his feet when on the scene.
But...did he learn the skills to be the best at Ole Miss? Or is it something that lies more within his nature, some skill that he honed and nurtured on his own?
I have nothing against education, as I myself am a college graduate and would not have the job I hold without my degree.
But, is a degree in Journalism something that Shepard needed to do his job? According to Smith himself, he took all of his journalism classes, and was missing only a Spanish class to graduate.
The whole point of a college education, one where we not only take the classes required for our chosen major, but also other required classes in subjects we aren't majoring in, is to get a well rounded education. To be able to be versed in other subjects, which do indeed all come into play at various times in our lives.
Shepard is missing this.
I'm not saying hes not qualified to do his job. I KNOW he is. But, I do know that it nags at me a tweak at times that I know he doesn't have his degree. And it makes me wish he'd just take the darn class online and get it done. But then something happens~a Hurricane Katrina or a war in Israel or a bridge collapse in Minnesota~and there he is, the best reporter on his feet, giving me the details from the scene. And I know that Shepard Smith is the best that there is. He has honed and fine tuned his skills to be the sharpest out there.
And that's when I think, while I'd like for him to have his degree so that he could say YES I DO HAVE A DEGREE IN JOURNALISM FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF MISSISSIPPI, I know that having a degree in a subject does not MAKE person good at it. I can assure you, there are reporters out there with degrees in Journalism who are NOT good reporters, just as there are accountants out there with degrees who can't set up a spreadsheet if their lives depended on it.
No, Shepard Smith is a damn good reporter, degree or no degree, and those who graduated yesterday at the University of Mississippi were damn lucky to have him expound on life for them.
I hope they listened and learned.
Friday, March 7, 2008
How Embarrassing...
I'm so embarrassed. I've been out of the loop for some time now, but I hadn't realized how disconnected I'd become until I pulled out my iPod tonight and found out that it had been so long since I'd used it my battery was dead! So I sit here, charging...and charging...and hoping with my fingers crossed that it's not too late. I'd hate to have to drop more cash at that damn Apple store to get another...and now they are so small I doubt I'd be able to even SEE the screen. Gah.
I've been ill, and I've lost touch with everything and every one for a while, but since I have nothing to say, I guess I'll just post a few...say it with me...RANDOM MUSINGS...
~ being ill sucks, but the Louis Vuitton store tends to make it all better, even if only temporarilly.
~ I have some pretty excellent friends
~ Teddy's elbows are sharp and hard and leave a mark
~ I like Tilapia
~ Mike Rowe in a short red robe...so yummy I could eat him with a spoon...
~ A winter in stiletto heeled boots has wreaked havoc on my poor beleagured feet. They are saying OUCH!! right now and begging for flats tomorrow. I think I'll oblige them.
~ the date on my watch is wrong
~ As much as I love Shepard Smith, I have to say the man has very poor taste in ties
~ I'm addicted to How It's Made on Discovery
~ LOST is even better this season than it was season 1
~ Some sitcoms do NOT age well
~ Seinfeld is always good :)
~ Insurance companies don't make you feel very insured
~ Gotta go...MIKE ROWE just came onto my tv box...yummmm ;)
I've been ill, and I've lost touch with everything and every one for a while, but since I have nothing to say, I guess I'll just post a few...say it with me...RANDOM MUSINGS...
~ being ill sucks, but the Louis Vuitton store tends to make it all better, even if only temporarilly.
~ I have some pretty excellent friends
~ Teddy's elbows are sharp and hard and leave a mark
~ I like Tilapia
~ Mike Rowe in a short red robe...so yummy I could eat him with a spoon...
~ A winter in stiletto heeled boots has wreaked havoc on my poor beleagured feet. They are saying OUCH!! right now and begging for flats tomorrow. I think I'll oblige them.
~ the date on my watch is wrong
~ As much as I love Shepard Smith, I have to say the man has very poor taste in ties
~ I'm addicted to How It's Made on Discovery
~ LOST is even better this season than it was season 1
~ Some sitcoms do NOT age well
~ Seinfeld is always good :)
~ Insurance companies don't make you feel very insured
~ Gotta go...MIKE ROWE just came onto my tv box...yummmm ;)
Thursday, February 7, 2008
An Addendum to Super Tuesday...Wacky Wednesday...
Just a short addendum to last night's post....
What a long, strange trip the last 24 hours in television have been...
First off, I DID get to see my sweet Mike Rowe on Kimmel! ABC put the show on after their political coverage ended, at 1am eastern time. As an added bonus, the always adorable Drew Lachey was on first. Then Mike, resplendant in his manly glory, came out wearing dark jeans, black boots, and a gray vneck sweater with a white t under. Sweater clung to and showcased the manrack nicely :) It was worth staying up till damn near 3am for :)
Second, my ever darling Shepard went nuts, not once, but twice in the last 24. On Tuesday he read a letter from a viewer who apparently emails him daily, criticizing him. Well, Shepard went all Shep on her, saying he's wanted to do it "for years". Hillarious viewing and classic Shepard. Then, today, a contributor made a comment about the Democrats having to 'hold their noses' when they went to vote for their candidates. When Shepard asked her to explain that comment, she cracked "this is why I love Fox", as though Shepard had made the comment. Once again, Shepard opened up a can of whup~ass on her. Good for you, Shepard Smith!
I do take Shepard to task a lot in this blog, and I will be the first to admit that. Let me clearly state that, well, I do indeed love this man and would be proud to shake his hand and buy him a beer. I just want to see Shepard be all that he can be.
As for Mike Rowe, well, I just want to see Mike Rowe shirtless :D
***end of short addendum***
What a long, strange trip the last 24 hours in television have been...
First off, I DID get to see my sweet Mike Rowe on Kimmel! ABC put the show on after their political coverage ended, at 1am eastern time. As an added bonus, the always adorable Drew Lachey was on first. Then Mike, resplendant in his manly glory, came out wearing dark jeans, black boots, and a gray vneck sweater with a white t under. Sweater clung to and showcased the manrack nicely :) It was worth staying up till damn near 3am for :)
Second, my ever darling Shepard went nuts, not once, but twice in the last 24. On Tuesday he read a letter from a viewer who apparently emails him daily, criticizing him. Well, Shepard went all Shep on her, saying he's wanted to do it "for years". Hillarious viewing and classic Shepard. Then, today, a contributor made a comment about the Democrats having to 'hold their noses' when they went to vote for their candidates. When Shepard asked her to explain that comment, she cracked "this is why I love Fox", as though Shepard had made the comment. Once again, Shepard opened up a can of whup~ass on her. Good for you, Shepard Smith!
I do take Shepard to task a lot in this blog, and I will be the first to admit that. Let me clearly state that, well, I do indeed love this man and would be proud to shake his hand and buy him a beer. I just want to see Shepard be all that he can be.
As for Mike Rowe, well, I just want to see Mike Rowe shirtless :D
***end of short addendum***
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
How Super IS Tuesday?
Meh...not so much...
My tv box has been overrun with newsies and politicos and I am NOT amused!
Mike Rowe of DirtyJobs with MikeRowe was to be on Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight. So I turned on ABC here in NYC at midnight to watch...aaaannndddd.... TALKING HEADS!!
WHAT?!
WHERE IS KIMMEL????
WHERE IS THE MIGHTY ROWE?!!
I WANT MY MIKE ROWE AND I WANT HIM NOW!!!
*sigh*
Hasn't all of this politicizing gone on long enough now? It seems like I've had candidates talking at me for YEARS now...and now it's starting to disrupt my tv viewing habits and I have had just about enough!
First they interrupt a talk show with MIKE ROWE on it...have they no brains in their heads? Wait...don't answer that....they are politicians, so it's fairly self evident that no, they DON'T!
What's next??? Pre~empting LOST?!
I am so not amused right now!
Sure, I have me some live late night Shepard Smith, but honestly...what am really in the mood for tonight is some squeeky clean and sultry looking Mike Rowe...particularly when you consider the ugly tie Shepard is wearing right now (sorry Shepard, but I have offered to style you on numerous occasions, my love)
*sigh again*
I understand Mike was his usual charming self, respendant in a gray v neck sweater with a white tshirt under, blue jeans, black boots and tossled hair.
Charlie Gibson is a poor substitute for Mike Rowe...
My tv box has been overrun with newsies and politicos and I am NOT amused!
Mike Rowe of DirtyJobs with MikeRowe was to be on Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight. So I turned on ABC here in NYC at midnight to watch...aaaannndddd.... TALKING HEADS!!
WHAT?!
WHERE IS KIMMEL????
WHERE IS THE MIGHTY ROWE?!!
I WANT MY MIKE ROWE AND I WANT HIM NOW!!!
*sigh*
Hasn't all of this politicizing gone on long enough now? It seems like I've had candidates talking at me for YEARS now...and now it's starting to disrupt my tv viewing habits and I have had just about enough!
First they interrupt a talk show with MIKE ROWE on it...have they no brains in their heads? Wait...don't answer that....they are politicians, so it's fairly self evident that no, they DON'T!
What's next??? Pre~empting LOST?!
I am so not amused right now!
Sure, I have me some live late night Shepard Smith, but honestly...what am really in the mood for tonight is some squeeky clean and sultry looking Mike Rowe...particularly when you consider the ugly tie Shepard is wearing right now (sorry Shepard, but I have offered to style you on numerous occasions, my love)
*sigh again*
I understand Mike was his usual charming self, respendant in a gray v neck sweater with a white tshirt under, blue jeans, black boots and tossled hair.
Charlie Gibson is a poor substitute for Mike Rowe...
Friday, February 1, 2008
Renewed Faith...
First things first. I have an addition to everything I've previously noted about what I've learned so far this year. I'd like to add this: be wary of all earnestness. This is something that Mike Rowe has said many times, and appears to believe in whole heartedly. Yes, Mike...I am beginning to believe you on this one. As we seem to differ on so many other things, it's nice to have this common ground, don't you think? I have become acutely wary of all things earnest...as I am sure Mike himself has become. Thank you, Mike, for teaching me something besides how well you wear dirt.
Now, on to other important issues.
Previously in this blog, I have taken Shepard Smith to task for forgetting about the Katrina victims in his home state of Mississippi. Tonight, however, I am thrilled to report that he has NOT forgotten. At the end of FoxReport, Shepard, who was speaking in a soft, quiet voice, told of an email he received today from an old friend he hadn't seen in 30 years. The friend still lived in the Mississippi gulf, and told of the trials and tribulations facing his family and many others, and concluded by saying that they would indeed persevere. A graphic appeared on the screen, www.mississippi.gov , and Shepard noted that while much headway has been made, they still need our help.
I have to admit it, I was completely feeling the Shep~luv when he did that. It doesn't take much, really. It only took a minute at the end of his broadcast. He reaches so many people, and is widely respected. Just a small word from him, a gentle reminder, can do a world of good.
So, thank you, Shepard Smith, for restoring and renewing my faith in you. Enjoy your Superbowl adventure. You earned it!
Now, on to other important issues.
Previously in this blog, I have taken Shepard Smith to task for forgetting about the Katrina victims in his home state of Mississippi. Tonight, however, I am thrilled to report that he has NOT forgotten. At the end of FoxReport, Shepard, who was speaking in a soft, quiet voice, told of an email he received today from an old friend he hadn't seen in 30 years. The friend still lived in the Mississippi gulf, and told of the trials and tribulations facing his family and many others, and concluded by saying that they would indeed persevere. A graphic appeared on the screen, www.mississippi.gov , and Shepard noted that while much headway has been made, they still need our help.
I have to admit it, I was completely feeling the Shep~luv when he did that. It doesn't take much, really. It only took a minute at the end of his broadcast. He reaches so many people, and is widely respected. Just a small word from him, a gentle reminder, can do a world of good.
So, thank you, Shepard Smith, for restoring and renewing my faith in you. Enjoy your Superbowl adventure. You earned it!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Some Bloggy Goodness..
Had a dramatic day on the old world wide web, so it's time for a little levity...
1. What is your occupation? Accountant
2. What color are your socks right now? Socks? What socks?
3. What are you listening to right now? Food Network...its a seafood cookoff challenge
4. What was the last thing you ate? Sucking on some JujyFruits
5. Can you drive a stick shift? If God had wanted me to drive a stick, He wouldn't have invented automatic
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Burnt Umber
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Ted? I think? Or Sue?
8. How old are you today? Ha...thought you'd catch me, didn't you??
9. Favorite drink? regular is water, alcoholic is White Russian or Margarita
10. What is your favorite sport to watch? Hockey or Baseball
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Why...no....not at all...this is my beautiful natural color...
12. Favorite reality TV show? DIRTY JOBS!
13. What was the last movie you watched? I think it was Steel Magnolias
14. Favorite day of the year? Thanksgiving
15. What do you do to vent anger? Rant and cry
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had this stuffed giraffe that I adored so much, I snapped his neck!
17. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Fall
18. Hugs or kisses? Depends on who's hugging and who's kissing ;)
19. Cherries or blueberries? Meh...neither
20. Do you want your friends to email you back? Why the heck not
21. Favorite dessert? CHEESECAKE!!
22. Who is least likely to respond? I KNOW I scammed this from an email, so this is N/A I guess LOL
23. Living arrangement? Upstairs in my own little world
24. When was the last time you cried? Had a good old fashioned bawl on Saturday night.
25. What is on the floor of your closet? Probably Jimmy Hoffa it's been so long since I've seen the floor ;)
26. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? Sherri Ann is my oldest friend...I don't mean in age...just in length LOL
27. What did you do last night? Uhh...manicure then out to dinner
# 28 is missing....
29. What inspires you? Random things, not one specific thing
30. What are you afraid of? Growing old alone
31. Plain, cheese, or spicy burgers? I can has cheezburger? ;)
32. Favorite breed of dog? I like big dogs...mutts preferably.
33. How many years at your current job? 8 years...feels more like 80 though
34. Favorite day of the week? Friday
35. How many states have you lived in? Just 1...when you live in NY, theres no point in going anywhere else, right ? ;)
36. Celebrity crush? Right now its a draw between Shepard Smith and m luscious Mike Rowe
37. Ever driven a motorcycle or heavy machinery? I don't think it's allowed by law
38. Who is your favorite NFL team? I DON'T HAVE ONE. UNLIKE SOMEONE WHO'S A BAND WAGON JUMPER ON~ER (*cough*shepard*cough*) ;)
39. Do you have a house phone that is not cordless? yes...the kitchen is hard wired to the wall
40. 10 inches of snow or 100 degree weather? SNOW PLEASE!
1. What is your occupation? Accountant
2. What color are your socks right now? Socks? What socks?
3. What are you listening to right now? Food Network...its a seafood cookoff challenge
4. What was the last thing you ate? Sucking on some JujyFruits
5. Can you drive a stick shift? If God had wanted me to drive a stick, He wouldn't have invented automatic
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Burnt Umber
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Ted? I think? Or Sue?
8. How old are you today? Ha...thought you'd catch me, didn't you??
9. Favorite drink? regular is water, alcoholic is White Russian or Margarita
10. What is your favorite sport to watch? Hockey or Baseball
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Why...no....not at all...this is my beautiful natural color...
12. Favorite reality TV show? DIRTY JOBS!
13. What was the last movie you watched? I think it was Steel Magnolias
14. Favorite day of the year? Thanksgiving
15. What do you do to vent anger? Rant and cry
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had this stuffed giraffe that I adored so much, I snapped his neck!
17. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Fall
18. Hugs or kisses? Depends on who's hugging and who's kissing ;)
19. Cherries or blueberries? Meh...neither
20. Do you want your friends to email you back? Why the heck not
21. Favorite dessert? CHEESECAKE!!
22. Who is least likely to respond? I KNOW I scammed this from an email, so this is N/A I guess LOL
23. Living arrangement? Upstairs in my own little world
24. When was the last time you cried? Had a good old fashioned bawl on Saturday night.
25. What is on the floor of your closet? Probably Jimmy Hoffa it's been so long since I've seen the floor ;)
26. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? Sherri Ann is my oldest friend...I don't mean in age...just in length LOL
27. What did you do last night? Uhh...manicure then out to dinner
# 28 is missing....
29. What inspires you? Random things, not one specific thing
30. What are you afraid of? Growing old alone
31. Plain, cheese, or spicy burgers? I can has cheezburger? ;)
32. Favorite breed of dog? I like big dogs...mutts preferably.
33. How many years at your current job? 8 years...feels more like 80 though
34. Favorite day of the week? Friday
35. How many states have you lived in? Just 1...when you live in NY, theres no point in going anywhere else, right ? ;)
36. Celebrity crush? Right now its a draw between Shepard Smith and m luscious Mike Rowe
37. Ever driven a motorcycle or heavy machinery? I don't think it's allowed by law
38. Who is your favorite NFL team? I DON'T HAVE ONE. UNLIKE SOMEONE WHO'S A BAND WAGON JUMPER ON~ER (*cough*shepard*cough*) ;)
39. Do you have a house phone that is not cordless? yes...the kitchen is hard wired to the wall
40. 10 inches of snow or 100 degree weather? SNOW PLEASE!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Band Wagon Jumper On~ers
So tonite the NY Giants beat the Greenbay Packers.
Since I have absolutely no football loyalties whatsoever, it really meant absolutely nothing to me. I am not one to jump on any sports bandwagons. I'm either a fan, or, I'm not. Simple as that for me.
For some people, however, band wagon jumping on is an artform. My neighbor is one of those. She jumps on and acts like shes been a fan all of her life when, in reality, shes rooted AGAINST the team she's now such a die hard fan of. It's irritating. When the NY Rangers were winning their Cup in 1994, she called me with 30 seconds left in the 7th game of the finals to talk about the game. I was 30 seconds away from winning the first Stanley Cup in 54 years, and she wanted to chat about how good the goalie was. I just screamed I CAN'T TALK TO YOU!!!!! and hung up. She still complains to this day, that I hung up on her.
I seem to recall that, in a taped interview on foxnews.com, one Shepard Smith declared that while he was a NY Yankee fan, he could not stand ANY other NY area teams...
Hey, Shepard....can you explain this?
This is the photo that you emailed to Greta Van Sustern tonite and that she posted in her blog.
Please don't tell me that you are a Giants fan now because Eli Manning is the QB and since he went to Ole Miss you are now a fan of the team. Does that mean that if Eli goes to, I dunno...who else has a team? Los Angeles? If Eli goes to a Los Angeles team (hmm...I'm not completely sure they have a team...Los Angeles...what? The Raiders are in Oakland with the A's. LA has the Dodgers for baseball, but, uh...I have no idea if they have football. Let's change that. Does Chicago have a football team? Chicago...uh...Dallas. I know Dallas has a team!! So let's go with Dallas, shall we?) Ok, let's back it up now...Shepard, does your newfound loyalties to the NY Giants revolve around the fact that Eli Manning is the QB, and does that mean that if next season Eli finds himself with the Dallas Cowboys (see...I told you I knew Dallas had a team!) because Tony Romo ran off to Mexico with Jessica Simpson and subsequently got run out of town by the fans, would that mean that you would abandon the Giants in favor of Dallas?
Tsk tsk if this is true, Mr. Smith. I was a huge fan of Bucky Dent, but when he left the Yankees, while I continued to follow Buckys career and remain his fan to this day, I was and still am, a Yankee fan.
Loyalties, Shepard.... ;)
Since I have absolutely no football loyalties whatsoever, it really meant absolutely nothing to me. I am not one to jump on any sports bandwagons. I'm either a fan, or, I'm not. Simple as that for me.
For some people, however, band wagon jumping on is an artform. My neighbor is one of those. She jumps on and acts like shes been a fan all of her life when, in reality, shes rooted AGAINST the team she's now such a die hard fan of. It's irritating. When the NY Rangers were winning their Cup in 1994, she called me with 30 seconds left in the 7th game of the finals to talk about the game. I was 30 seconds away from winning the first Stanley Cup in 54 years, and she wanted to chat about how good the goalie was. I just screamed I CAN'T TALK TO YOU!!!!! and hung up. She still complains to this day, that I hung up on her.
I seem to recall that, in a taped interview on foxnews.com, one Shepard Smith declared that while he was a NY Yankee fan, he could not stand ANY other NY area teams...
Hey, Shepard....can you explain this?
This is the photo that you emailed to Greta Van Sustern tonite and that she posted in her blog.
Please don't tell me that you are a Giants fan now because Eli Manning is the QB and since he went to Ole Miss you are now a fan of the team. Does that mean that if Eli goes to, I dunno...who else has a team? Los Angeles? If Eli goes to a Los Angeles team (hmm...I'm not completely sure they have a team...Los Angeles...what? The Raiders are in Oakland with the A's. LA has the Dodgers for baseball, but, uh...I have no idea if they have football. Let's change that. Does Chicago have a football team? Chicago...uh...Dallas. I know Dallas has a team!! So let's go with Dallas, shall we?) Ok, let's back it up now...Shepard, does your newfound loyalties to the NY Giants revolve around the fact that Eli Manning is the QB, and does that mean that if next season Eli finds himself with the Dallas Cowboys (see...I told you I knew Dallas had a team!) because Tony Romo ran off to Mexico with Jessica Simpson and subsequently got run out of town by the fans, would that mean that you would abandon the Giants in favor of Dallas?
Tsk tsk if this is true, Mr. Smith. I was a huge fan of Bucky Dent, but when he left the Yankees, while I continued to follow Buckys career and remain his fan to this day, I was and still am, a Yankee fan.
Loyalties, Shepard.... ;)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
But Eat At Your Own Risk...
I was perusing the "Mike's World" section of the Dirty Jobs board at discovery.com today and happened across a section of Mike Rowe's top ten lists. It's a fairly amusing read, to be honest. I've found out that, like my friend Tom, Mike is a big Rush fan. And unlike me, he likes Moby. But listing The Cure as his #1 on his iPod redeemed him in my eyes (sorry Tom ;) ) I also found it interesting to see that Mike and I have some similar favorite movies. Does this mean he likes chick flicks or I like guy movies? Seriously...I think it just means we like to laugh. Why else would we both have Young Frankenstein and Blazing Saddles on our lists? And who doesn't feel redemption at the end of Shawshank Redemption?
But what I really found intriguing was his list of 10 people, living or dead, who he would invite to a dinner party if he could. This is Mikes list:
10: Richard Pryor
9: Helen of Troy
8: John Cleese
7: Jesus of Nazareth
6: Mark Twain
5: Amelia Earhart
4: Groucho Marx
3: Angelina Jolie
2: Oscar Wilde
1: Frank Sinatra
It is, on it's own, a rather odd compilation of guests. I can't imagine what they would talk about amongst themselves. And poor Helen of Troy~she wouldn't even speak the language, although I bet Groucho would have a few comments to make. Good thing Mike didn't invite Harpo as well, otherwise Helen and Angelina would be running from him all night, and Brad would be none too amused. I wish Mike had given the reason he would like to have these guests at his dinner party. It'd offer a little more insight into the list, aside from "Oh, he likes to laugh and be around beautiful women and powerful men."
So, I thought about it a little more.
And I wondered, if I could invite 10 people for dinner (catered, of course. I wouldn't want those who were still alive to have to eat my cooking. Their living or dead status may just change if they had to do that) who would I invite, and most importantly, why?
So, here, for better or worse, is my list:
10: Mel Brooks ... because he makes me laugh
9: Carl Reiner ... because we can't have the 2000 year old man skit without him
8: Bucky Dent ... because I never got to thank him for that Home Run in Fenway Park back in 1978
7: Mark Messier ... Oh captain, my captain...
6: William Faulkner ... to spin stories of the long, hot summer for us, of course
5: Ronald Reagan ... I usually don't like politicians, but to me, Reagan was different. He truly believed that America was good and that we really were the shining city on the hill
4: Shepard Smith ... oh shut up...it's not because I have a small *thing* for him. It's because I want to discuss his career, and what he's seen over the last 20 years, and how it has affected him on a personal level
3: Bruce Willis ... Ok, this one is purely superficial. Bruce is my #1. I worship and adore him
2: Princess Diana ... who wouldn't want to have dinner with her and talk? We could talk about our favorite DuranDuran songs
1: Mike Rowe ... to show him how awesome my dinner party is...and see what he thinks of my guest list!
But what I really found intriguing was his list of 10 people, living or dead, who he would invite to a dinner party if he could. This is Mikes list:
10: Richard Pryor
9: Helen of Troy
8: John Cleese
7: Jesus of Nazareth
6: Mark Twain
5: Amelia Earhart
4: Groucho Marx
3: Angelina Jolie
2: Oscar Wilde
1: Frank Sinatra
It is, on it's own, a rather odd compilation of guests. I can't imagine what they would talk about amongst themselves. And poor Helen of Troy~she wouldn't even speak the language, although I bet Groucho would have a few comments to make. Good thing Mike didn't invite Harpo as well, otherwise Helen and Angelina would be running from him all night, and Brad would be none too amused. I wish Mike had given the reason he would like to have these guests at his dinner party. It'd offer a little more insight into the list, aside from "Oh, he likes to laugh and be around beautiful women and powerful men."
So, I thought about it a little more.
And I wondered, if I could invite 10 people for dinner (catered, of course. I wouldn't want those who were still alive to have to eat my cooking. Their living or dead status may just change if they had to do that) who would I invite, and most importantly, why?
So, here, for better or worse, is my list:
10: Mel Brooks ... because he makes me laugh
9: Carl Reiner ... because we can't have the 2000 year old man skit without him
8: Bucky Dent ... because I never got to thank him for that Home Run in Fenway Park back in 1978
7: Mark Messier ... Oh captain, my captain...
6: William Faulkner ... to spin stories of the long, hot summer for us, of course
5: Ronald Reagan ... I usually don't like politicians, but to me, Reagan was different. He truly believed that America was good and that we really were the shining city on the hill
4: Shepard Smith ... oh shut up...it's not because I have a small *thing* for him. It's because I want to discuss his career, and what he's seen over the last 20 years, and how it has affected him on a personal level
3: Bruce Willis ... Ok, this one is purely superficial. Bruce is my #1. I worship and adore him
2: Princess Diana ... who wouldn't want to have dinner with her and talk? We could talk about our favorite DuranDuran songs
1: Mike Rowe ... to show him how awesome my dinner party is...and see what he thinks of my guest list!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
What I've Learned So Far This Year...
Here we are, only fifteen days into the brand new year, and already I have learned some most important lessons:
~ It doesn't pay to be good or nice.
~ No matter how foul a mood I'm in, I will ALWAYS sing along, outloud to the "Laaaa la la la laaaaa, la la la laaaa" part of Simple Mind's "Don't You Forget About Me".
~ It doesn't matter how hard you work or how good you are at what you do, it's all about how much they like you.
~ Chocolate always makes it better.
~ Those people who say they are your friends? Yeah, them. Don't believe them. They aren't.
~ A look at Mike Rowe's beautiful chest can put a smile on my face.
~ I'm much more dangerous when backed into a corner.
~ Just when you think someone can't POSSIBLY get any stupider, they prove you wrong.
~ Has there ever been a more beautiful sentiment expressed in song than "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel?
~ Regardless of how much I say I don't, I'll always have a soft spot for Shepard Smith and his impish grin.
~ That which does not kill us truly makes us stronger.
~ I make DAMN good chili.
~ People are effing CRAZY!
Just think...I've learned all of this in just fifteen short days!
Imagine what the rest of the year has in store for me!!
Where's that picture of Mike's chest when I need it??
~ It doesn't pay to be good or nice.
~ No matter how foul a mood I'm in, I will ALWAYS sing along, outloud to the "Laaaa la la la laaaaa, la la la laaaa" part of Simple Mind's "Don't You Forget About Me".
~ It doesn't matter how hard you work or how good you are at what you do, it's all about how much they like you.
~ Chocolate always makes it better.
~ Those people who say they are your friends? Yeah, them. Don't believe them. They aren't.
~ A look at Mike Rowe's beautiful chest can put a smile on my face.
~ I'm much more dangerous when backed into a corner.
~ Just when you think someone can't POSSIBLY get any stupider, they prove you wrong.
~ Has there ever been a more beautiful sentiment expressed in song than "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel?
~ Regardless of how much I say I don't, I'll always have a soft spot for Shepard Smith and his impish grin.
~ That which does not kill us truly makes us stronger.
~ I make DAMN good chili.
~ People are effing CRAZY!
Just think...I've learned all of this in just fifteen short days!
Imagine what the rest of the year has in store for me!!
Where's that picture of Mike's chest when I need it??
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Strange Dreams
So last night I fell asleep to a repeat of the Shep & Greta show. For some reason, instead of dreaming about Shepard Smith, as I would have hoped to, I dreamed about Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs.
Now, dare I say, Mike's pretty darn easy on the eyes~except in this dream.
It was very, very, weird.
I was downtown, in a building that I recognized but could not place. It was near Madison Square Garden, though. And it was decorated inside like it was the 1970s. For some reason, I think it was actually One Police Plaza, except that it was in the wrong neighborhood. Anyway, inside the building was an outlet store, like, the QVC outlet in Lancaster, PA, selling all sorts of reduced and tacky Christmas crap. Naturally I was shopping. Then I noticed a handsome man lurking in the very 70s lobby. He was wearing jeans, a button down shirt and had a messenger bag slung. He was also wearing the ugliest beige suede shoes I had ever seen. They looked like closed back clogs, with elastic gussets at the instep. Something like an orthopedic shoe worn by a Keebler elf. And I realized: THAT'S MIKE ROWE FROM DIRTY JOBS!! He looked at me, realized I knew who he was, and ran out of the building. I couldn't help but get the feeling he was stalking me. So, ever the frustrated law enforcement officer, I took off after him, but alas, he was gone. I went back into the shop and continued to shop. It was set up like the tables I saw at the Gingerbread House competition they show on FoodNetwork every year. I hung around That 70s Lobby for a while, waiting for my ride (I have NO idea why I was waiting for a ride~or even who the ride was, but there I stood) It was cold outside, and the people walking past the large windows were bundled up. And there he was...Mike Rowe, messenger bag slung, no coat on, shirt open enough so that I could see a tease of the downy hair on his beautiful chest, staring at me through the window.
Yes, it was true.
Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs was stalking ME.
That's when I woke up.
Not sure what was in the bag I had from the QVC outlet store in That 70s Building, or what was in Mike Rowe's messenger bag, but what I REALLY want to know is...
WHERE THE HELL DID MIKE ROWE GET SUCH AN UGLY PAIR OF SHOES???
Now, dare I say, Mike's pretty darn easy on the eyes~except in this dream.
It was very, very, weird.
I was downtown, in a building that I recognized but could not place. It was near Madison Square Garden, though. And it was decorated inside like it was the 1970s. For some reason, I think it was actually One Police Plaza, except that it was in the wrong neighborhood. Anyway, inside the building was an outlet store, like, the QVC outlet in Lancaster, PA, selling all sorts of reduced and tacky Christmas crap. Naturally I was shopping. Then I noticed a handsome man lurking in the very 70s lobby. He was wearing jeans, a button down shirt and had a messenger bag slung. He was also wearing the ugliest beige suede shoes I had ever seen. They looked like closed back clogs, with elastic gussets at the instep. Something like an orthopedic shoe worn by a Keebler elf. And I realized: THAT'S MIKE ROWE FROM DIRTY JOBS!! He looked at me, realized I knew who he was, and ran out of the building. I couldn't help but get the feeling he was stalking me. So, ever the frustrated law enforcement officer, I took off after him, but alas, he was gone. I went back into the shop and continued to shop. It was set up like the tables I saw at the Gingerbread House competition they show on FoodNetwork every year. I hung around That 70s Lobby for a while, waiting for my ride (I have NO idea why I was waiting for a ride~or even who the ride was, but there I stood) It was cold outside, and the people walking past the large windows were bundled up. And there he was...Mike Rowe, messenger bag slung, no coat on, shirt open enough so that I could see a tease of the downy hair on his beautiful chest, staring at me through the window.
Yes, it was true.
Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs was stalking ME.
That's when I woke up.
Not sure what was in the bag I had from the QVC outlet store in That 70s Building, or what was in Mike Rowe's messenger bag, but what I REALLY want to know is...
WHERE THE HELL DID MIKE ROWE GET SUCH AN UGLY PAIR OF SHOES???
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Welcome 2008
I'm not a believer in new years resolutions. Too many compromises and disappointments come into play after making them. I do, however, believe in setting goals. My goals for this year are for a certain person to open up his eyes and realize it's ME, and to get my book published. Of course, I had the same goals last year, and attained neither. This is what happens when the end result of achieving your goal rests solely in the hands of another.
For all others, I have hopes. Let's see what sort of hopes I have for those mentioned in my blog in 2007...
For my friends and family, I hope for good health and well-being. I hope for happiness and love. I hope that they hope the same for me.
For Shepard Smith I hope for nothing but the best that life has to offer. I hope for continued ratings wins in your time slot, I hope for the respect of your peers, I hope for more stories that bring out the best in you...maybe Paris Hilton can go to jail again, Shepard. Yes, you would love that, wouldn't you...particularly if the circus were in town.
For FoxNews and Fox Business Network, I hope for enlightenment. I hope that you learn that not everyone wants their news and business analysis given to them by identical clueless wonders in push up bras and short skirts. I hope you realize that your newscasts look like a parody of the late, great Robert Palmer's videos. Might as well face it, NewsCorp, you're addicted to bimbos.
For the bimbos of NewsCorp, I hope for an epiphany: Please realize that your looks won't last forever and beauty fades, but brains are forever. Oh, and some of you do indeed have fat arms...
For Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs, I hope for faith. Mike, you are funny, smart...and then there's that chest. I would not hope this for you if I did not find that there was "something" about you. Instead, I'd refer to you as a slab of beefcake, a mimbo, or just "that hot bloviating buffoon of a man". I'd see you as a beautiful man, but not much more. Instead, I hope for you the realization that just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist or have feelings. After all, you can't see your viewers...you just have faith that they will tune in.
For that one particular man...you don't even realize that I'm talking about you. And you never will. You don't see me in the same light I see you. And I have to live with that every day. Yes, you hurt me more than you can or will ever know. It still hurts, but I'll be fine. Not that you care. Because you don't care about me at all, regardless of how I feel about you. I know it's trite, but its true: It's your loss. But your loss becomes my loss. And you don't even know it.
So, after ringing in the new year sans alcohol (a new experience for me) at a craptacular local Lotto casino where an old broad in her sixties with too much red lipstick on tried to get me to go to the party with her (I must look lonely or something) I've made my New Year Hopes...
...And all I really hope for is that 2008 be better than 2007.
Happy New Year!
For all others, I have hopes. Let's see what sort of hopes I have for those mentioned in my blog in 2007...
For my friends and family, I hope for good health and well-being. I hope for happiness and love. I hope that they hope the same for me.
For Shepard Smith I hope for nothing but the best that life has to offer. I hope for continued ratings wins in your time slot, I hope for the respect of your peers, I hope for more stories that bring out the best in you...maybe Paris Hilton can go to jail again, Shepard. Yes, you would love that, wouldn't you...particularly if the circus were in town.
For FoxNews and Fox Business Network, I hope for enlightenment. I hope that you learn that not everyone wants their news and business analysis given to them by identical clueless wonders in push up bras and short skirts. I hope you realize that your newscasts look like a parody of the late, great Robert Palmer's videos. Might as well face it, NewsCorp, you're addicted to bimbos.
For the bimbos of NewsCorp, I hope for an epiphany: Please realize that your looks won't last forever and beauty fades, but brains are forever. Oh, and some of you do indeed have fat arms...
For Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs, I hope for faith. Mike, you are funny, smart...and then there's that chest. I would not hope this for you if I did not find that there was "something" about you. Instead, I'd refer to you as a slab of beefcake, a mimbo, or just "that hot bloviating buffoon of a man". I'd see you as a beautiful man, but not much more. Instead, I hope for you the realization that just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist or have feelings. After all, you can't see your viewers...you just have faith that they will tune in.
For that one particular man...you don't even realize that I'm talking about you. And you never will. You don't see me in the same light I see you. And I have to live with that every day. Yes, you hurt me more than you can or will ever know. It still hurts, but I'll be fine. Not that you care. Because you don't care about me at all, regardless of how I feel about you. I know it's trite, but its true: It's your loss. But your loss becomes my loss. And you don't even know it.
So, after ringing in the new year sans alcohol (a new experience for me) at a craptacular local Lotto casino where an old broad in her sixties with too much red lipstick on tried to get me to go to the party with her (I must look lonely or something) I've made my New Year Hopes...
...And all I really hope for is that 2008 be better than 2007.
Happy New Year!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Out With the New, In With the Old...
Here we are, once again quickly approaching the end of a year, with the dawning of a new year close on the horizon.
As the saying goes, it's Out with the Old, In with the New.
But this year, I'm twisting it up a tad.
In with the Old!
Out with the New!!
Meaning, Shepard Smith is returning to the Number 1 spot on my list.
His replacement, Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs fame, has fallen to #2.
Maybe he just needs to stop posting on his own board...or I need to stop reading it. It seems to me that every time he posts something, it's long winded and difficult to read. And once I'm able to get through it all, I get the impression that it was nothing more than smoke and mirrors...all that bloviating and...nothing. Big words do not a quality post make. Lots and lots of big words don't work either.
I'd much more appreciate a simple sentence with actual meaning than something that goes round and round for 7 or 8 paragraphs and wastes my time.
I'm not a fan of having smoke blown up my butt from anyone, regardless of how beautiful a chest he may have or how much he makes me laugh. Give me a straight answer. And if you don't want to give that straight answer, a simple "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to answer that" will suffice. I'm a simple woman with simple needs.
If you are looking for someone to gush about you, I'm not your girl.
If you are looking for someone to pump up your ego with praise, I'm not your girl.
If you are looking for someone who will give you right in everything, I'm not your girl.
But, if you are looking for someone who will appreciate you for what you are, then that's me.
If you are looking for someone to give you an honest appraisal of something, that's me too.
If you are looking for someone who will keep you grounded, well, that's me too.
Don't try to impress me. Just show me who you are, warts and all.
After all, every frog prince has his warts.
I've seen Shepard Smith's warts. I've seen him, candid and without barriers, laying his soul bare for all to see. I've seen him not making excuses for that nakedness. I've seen clear through to Shepard's heart. No big words. No bloviating. No talking and saying nothing.
Just his true heart.
Maybe Mike needs to start watching Shep...
As the saying goes, it's Out with the Old, In with the New.
But this year, I'm twisting it up a tad.
In with the Old!
Out with the New!!
Meaning, Shepard Smith is returning to the Number 1 spot on my list.
His replacement, Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs fame, has fallen to #2.
Maybe he just needs to stop posting on his own board...or I need to stop reading it. It seems to me that every time he posts something, it's long winded and difficult to read. And once I'm able to get through it all, I get the impression that it was nothing more than smoke and mirrors...all that bloviating and...nothing. Big words do not a quality post make. Lots and lots of big words don't work either.
I'd much more appreciate a simple sentence with actual meaning than something that goes round and round for 7 or 8 paragraphs and wastes my time.
I'm not a fan of having smoke blown up my butt from anyone, regardless of how beautiful a chest he may have or how much he makes me laugh. Give me a straight answer. And if you don't want to give that straight answer, a simple "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to answer that" will suffice. I'm a simple woman with simple needs.
If you are looking for someone to gush about you, I'm not your girl.
If you are looking for someone to pump up your ego with praise, I'm not your girl.
If you are looking for someone who will give you right in everything, I'm not your girl.
But, if you are looking for someone who will appreciate you for what you are, then that's me.
If you are looking for someone to give you an honest appraisal of something, that's me too.
If you are looking for someone who will keep you grounded, well, that's me too.
Don't try to impress me. Just show me who you are, warts and all.
After all, every frog prince has his warts.
I've seen Shepard Smith's warts. I've seen him, candid and without barriers, laying his soul bare for all to see. I've seen him not making excuses for that nakedness. I've seen clear through to Shepard's heart. No big words. No bloviating. No talking and saying nothing.
Just his true heart.
Maybe Mike needs to start watching Shep...
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Random Musings...
Things have been hectic here of late. Between getting the house ready for Christmas and getting myself ready for Christmas, I haven't had a lot of time for much else.
Sooo...where to begin?
The ville is done! Whoot whoo! The Perfect Mike Rowe~cosm has been duly photographed and documented. Too bad Mike Rowe isn't around...it'd be a perfect Dirty Job for him to take the damn thing down after the holidays. I'm sure he'd love it. I know I do *rolls eyes*
Here are a few more pictures of it:
Of course, there'd be more perks in it for Mike to come take it down than there are for me to take it down. For one, I'd be so appreciative that I'd give the boy an amazing massage...no one's ever given me one of those. I have to pay $10 for 10 minutes at the salon LOL Mike could actually be the lucky recipient of various forms of thanks...ahem...is it warm in here?
The tree is also done. After much trial and tribulation. Here's a pic of that:
The first guests came over on Friday, family friends who had dinner with us. Wine flowed freely and for the first time in a long time, I was a bit tipsy. It wasn't so bad until I woke up the next morning with drunk mouth...bah! I didn't think I drank that much! I was up and out early, stopping by the diner for breakfast and then off to FINALLY do my Christmas shopping at Lord & Taylor. Finished up my father, and he finished up my mother. Since Rosie's old HP has finally outlived its usefulness, I opted to order her a cheap Dell desktop. I just got notification that it shipped today and should arrive on Wednesday. The fun part will be getting it into the house to wrap without her seeing it...need to brainstorm on that one. Of course, I know my Christmas day will basically consist of moi installing the new pc and doing the dishes...ho ho ho.
Weather here has been frightful. Saturday night a nor'easter blew on in, and I do mean BLEW! The winds were horrendous! My bed is in front of the window, and the noise from the ice pellets that were falling being thrust against the window, walls and roof kept me awake until 5am! When I finally fell asleep, the sun was coming up. Of course, I got very little sleep, and after the heavy slushy confection was removed, it was off again for more shopping. I returned home exhausted, and having to install a new plasma tv for my parents. I hit the bed hard and slept well, not wanting to get up this morning for work.
I finally got the ingredients I need for baking. Of course, the almond paste I need was on special this week and they were out of it. Time to go traipsing around looking for it. What fun! Hope to start baking on Wednesday...after I pick up my Secret Santa gift...
Shepard Smith has been looking fine to me of late. I know I have taken him to task here often, but I truly do like the guy. He's funny and witty and smart. It's just that sometimes he's also infuriating and agitating. But then he smiles that impish, crooked little grin, and some days I just want to twist my fingers thru his curly locks. I don't know why. He's just adorable sometimes. Rick Leventhal is back in Iraq now. Now THAT is a man. He's truly beautiful. And hes a great reporter. I have a lot of respect and admiration for Rick, above and beyond the fact that I find him incredibly good looking.
You know, it's not so much that I don't like the holidays, it's the holidays that I think don't much like me. I'm always rushing around...and for what? I spend about 40 man~hours putting up a village that only a handful of people come to see. I bake cookies and no one eats them. I buy presents that get returned. And I'm alone. This is the only time of year that it really bothers me, being alone. A certain person has little to no regard for me, and that hurts...mostly around now. If I were to go POOF! and disappear forever, they wouldn't even notice. It's getting harder and harder. I can sincerely understand why depression and suicide rates increase over the holidays. Compounding it for me, my birthday is a few days after Valentines Day...another celebration I can't participate in.
I've waited for years for my ship to come in. And always, it sails right on by. Everyone else seems to get my ticket to board, and I am forced to stand on the dock, waving my hanky, wishing those others a bon voyage while I stand alone and forgotten.
Ho Ho Ho indeed....
Sooo...where to begin?
The ville is done! Whoot whoo! The Perfect Mike Rowe~cosm has been duly photographed and documented. Too bad Mike Rowe isn't around...it'd be a perfect Dirty Job for him to take the damn thing down after the holidays. I'm sure he'd love it. I know I do *rolls eyes*
Here are a few more pictures of it:
Of course, there'd be more perks in it for Mike to come take it down than there are for me to take it down. For one, I'd be so appreciative that I'd give the boy an amazing massage...no one's ever given me one of those. I have to pay $10 for 10 minutes at the salon LOL Mike could actually be the lucky recipient of various forms of thanks...ahem...is it warm in here?
The tree is also done. After much trial and tribulation. Here's a pic of that:
The first guests came over on Friday, family friends who had dinner with us. Wine flowed freely and for the first time in a long time, I was a bit tipsy. It wasn't so bad until I woke up the next morning with drunk mouth...bah! I didn't think I drank that much! I was up and out early, stopping by the diner for breakfast and then off to FINALLY do my Christmas shopping at Lord & Taylor. Finished up my father, and he finished up my mother. Since Rosie's old HP has finally outlived its usefulness, I opted to order her a cheap Dell desktop. I just got notification that it shipped today and should arrive on Wednesday. The fun part will be getting it into the house to wrap without her seeing it...need to brainstorm on that one. Of course, I know my Christmas day will basically consist of moi installing the new pc and doing the dishes...ho ho ho.
Weather here has been frightful. Saturday night a nor'easter blew on in, and I do mean BLEW! The winds were horrendous! My bed is in front of the window, and the noise from the ice pellets that were falling being thrust against the window, walls and roof kept me awake until 5am! When I finally fell asleep, the sun was coming up. Of course, I got very little sleep, and after the heavy slushy confection was removed, it was off again for more shopping. I returned home exhausted, and having to install a new plasma tv for my parents. I hit the bed hard and slept well, not wanting to get up this morning for work.
I finally got the ingredients I need for baking. Of course, the almond paste I need was on special this week and they were out of it. Time to go traipsing around looking for it. What fun! Hope to start baking on Wednesday...after I pick up my Secret Santa gift...
Shepard Smith has been looking fine to me of late. I know I have taken him to task here often, but I truly do like the guy. He's funny and witty and smart. It's just that sometimes he's also infuriating and agitating. But then he smiles that impish, crooked little grin, and some days I just want to twist my fingers thru his curly locks. I don't know why. He's just adorable sometimes. Rick Leventhal is back in Iraq now. Now THAT is a man. He's truly beautiful. And hes a great reporter. I have a lot of respect and admiration for Rick, above and beyond the fact that I find him incredibly good looking.
You know, it's not so much that I don't like the holidays, it's the holidays that I think don't much like me. I'm always rushing around...and for what? I spend about 40 man~hours putting up a village that only a handful of people come to see. I bake cookies and no one eats them. I buy presents that get returned. And I'm alone. This is the only time of year that it really bothers me, being alone. A certain person has little to no regard for me, and that hurts...mostly around now. If I were to go POOF! and disappear forever, they wouldn't even notice. It's getting harder and harder. I can sincerely understand why depression and suicide rates increase over the holidays. Compounding it for me, my birthday is a few days after Valentines Day...another celebration I can't participate in.
I've waited for years for my ship to come in. And always, it sails right on by. Everyone else seems to get my ticket to board, and I am forced to stand on the dock, waving my hanky, wishing those others a bon voyage while I stand alone and forgotten.
Ho Ho Ho indeed....
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
The Bimbo~fication of FNC
Used to be that when I wanted to know what was going on in the world, I turned on FoxNews.
Used. To. Be.
Now, I hesitate when I have the remote in my hand. Do I really want to watch FNC?
Do I really want to take the chance that if I turn on what used to be on my TV box (thanks, Shep) nearly 24/7, there will be some short skirted, low neckline wearing 20-something bottle blonde stumbling over the TelePrompTer?
I've watched Fox News faithfully for over two years...ever since watching Shepard Smith's emotional reportage from the I-10 overpass in New Orleans. Back then, you could count on GOOD reporting. People like Shepard, Trace Gallagher, Jon Scott, the amazing Rick Leventhal, Phil Keating and Adam Housely. But the list didn't end with the men. Far from it. They also had the likes of Jane Skinner, Julie Banderas, Martha MacCallum, Catherine Herridge and Jennifer Griffin reporting and anchoring. Women who could hold their own with the men.
But now, professionals like these are few and far between on the network.
Now we are over run with sorority girls. Giggly, bubbly princesses wearing micro minis hiked up to show the maximum amount of thigh, unable to read the TelePrompTer, making uninformed comments and laughing inappropriately.
It's no way to start our day when the worlds first Audioanimatronic anchor is sitting alongside Anchorwoman Barbie in her short leather skirt and lingerie top, giggling before turning on their "serious journalist" voices to report a tragic story.
Gone is the previous professionalism of the network, the 'get the story at all costs' feeling that oozed from my TV during Katrina and the conflict in Israel. Or any real news story.
Good, female journalists are relegated to irregular shifts, overnight headlines and rare occasions of covering breaking news. But long live the bimbo on FNC! She will be on both Studio B AND FoxReport, giggling about the story she's reading but knows nothing about...she's just reading what they told her to read, having to be told what to say by the anchor because she's apparently so enthralled by her own image in the monitor she's forgotten what she's talking about but remembers to smush her headshot together with the anchors to pretend they are kissing.
And the bimbos are getting high praise from upper management!
Now, here's the thing. I have nothing against pretty young women with color treated hair (come on...when your dark roots are showing, you seriously cannot expect anyone to believe that's your 'natural color') making good. Lord knows I was once one myself. I was lucky though. I got by in life on my merits. Maybe I got a little extra because I was pretty, but I am still able to get by, and get by in a good way, because I did not rely on my looks when I was younger. I feel bad for the Courtney Friel's of FNC. The Julie B's and ED Hill's will be around for a good long time. Looks, as they say, fade. Brains...those will serve you much better than those little bra inserts that puff up the cleavage ever could...
Used. To. Be.
Now, I hesitate when I have the remote in my hand. Do I really want to watch FNC?
Do I really want to take the chance that if I turn on what used to be on my TV box (thanks, Shep) nearly 24/7, there will be some short skirted, low neckline wearing 20-something bottle blonde stumbling over the TelePrompTer?
I've watched Fox News faithfully for over two years...ever since watching Shepard Smith's emotional reportage from the I-10 overpass in New Orleans. Back then, you could count on GOOD reporting. People like Shepard, Trace Gallagher, Jon Scott, the amazing Rick Leventhal, Phil Keating and Adam Housely. But the list didn't end with the men. Far from it. They also had the likes of Jane Skinner, Julie Banderas, Martha MacCallum, Catherine Herridge and Jennifer Griffin reporting and anchoring. Women who could hold their own with the men.
But now, professionals like these are few and far between on the network.
Now we are over run with sorority girls. Giggly, bubbly princesses wearing micro minis hiked up to show the maximum amount of thigh, unable to read the TelePrompTer, making uninformed comments and laughing inappropriately.
It's no way to start our day when the worlds first Audioanimatronic anchor is sitting alongside Anchorwoman Barbie in her short leather skirt and lingerie top, giggling before turning on their "serious journalist" voices to report a tragic story.
Gone is the previous professionalism of the network, the 'get the story at all costs' feeling that oozed from my TV during Katrina and the conflict in Israel. Or any real news story.
Good, female journalists are relegated to irregular shifts, overnight headlines and rare occasions of covering breaking news. But long live the bimbo on FNC! She will be on both Studio B AND FoxReport, giggling about the story she's reading but knows nothing about...she's just reading what they told her to read, having to be told what to say by the anchor because she's apparently so enthralled by her own image in the monitor she's forgotten what she's talking about but remembers to smush her headshot together with the anchors to pretend they are kissing.
And the bimbos are getting high praise from upper management!
Now, here's the thing. I have nothing against pretty young women with color treated hair (come on...when your dark roots are showing, you seriously cannot expect anyone to believe that's your 'natural color') making good. Lord knows I was once one myself. I was lucky though. I got by in life on my merits. Maybe I got a little extra because I was pretty, but I am still able to get by, and get by in a good way, because I did not rely on my looks when I was younger. I feel bad for the Courtney Friel's of FNC. The Julie B's and ED Hill's will be around for a good long time. Looks, as they say, fade. Brains...those will serve you much better than those little bra inserts that puff up the cleavage ever could...
Monday, December 3, 2007
Make Me Feel Better...
Blech...I am so sick. I was up most of the night, unable to breathe, and consequently, unable to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, I woke up a couple of hours later with a migrane, unable to fall asleep again. So I called in sick and went back to bed...where I stayed until 1:30 in the afternoon! I never stay in bed like that, but I couldn't even lift my head off the pillow. I finally did fall asleep, and when I woke up, I was able to eat something and have some coffee, and I felt a bit better.
Then I layed down again, and found out I had a delima. Should I watch Shepard Smith or Mike Rowe? Both were on at 3pm, but who was going to make me smile more and feel better?
The episode of Dirty Jobs contained the infamous geoduck segment...something I'd never seen in its entirity. But Shepard wasn't on Friday, so I opted to tape Mike and watch Shepard.
Turned out Shepard was sick too. Made me sniffle even more. Must be something going around the city LOL
I have to say, I did indeed enjoy Mike and the geoduck more.
There is something just so appealing about a 45 year old man (who happens to have one of the top ten chests in my estimation) acting like a 12 year old boy. He made me laugh and smile :)
And I felt a little bit better, so, thanks, Mike :)
Did I mention I can't wait to get back to bed? Hope I can sleep tonite because I'm out of sick days for the year!
Then I layed down again, and found out I had a delima. Should I watch Shepard Smith or Mike Rowe? Both were on at 3pm, but who was going to make me smile more and feel better?
The episode of Dirty Jobs contained the infamous geoduck segment...something I'd never seen in its entirity. But Shepard wasn't on Friday, so I opted to tape Mike and watch Shepard.
Turned out Shepard was sick too. Made me sniffle even more. Must be something going around the city LOL
I have to say, I did indeed enjoy Mike and the geoduck more.
There is something just so appealing about a 45 year old man (who happens to have one of the top ten chests in my estimation) acting like a 12 year old boy. He made me laugh and smile :)
And I felt a little bit better, so, thanks, Mike :)
Did I mention I can't wait to get back to bed? Hope I can sleep tonite because I'm out of sick days for the year!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Shop Til You Drop
Tonite I went up to Bloomingdales after work. There was a big 'private' sale going on, and it involved coupons. So we had dinner at the cafe (where, to my surprise, a coupon was also involved) and headed to the mens department to find what we could for Dad for Christmas.
Historically, I have done very well in Bloomingdales for my father for Christmas. Alas, this Christmas, that was not to be the case.
Aside from the Polo section, the rest of the clothing in the mens department appeared to be centered around either brooding emo boys or attorneys. Gray prewashed stenciled tshirts or a rainbow of ties fanned out across table after table. Take your pick. Nothing there really for a man of my fathers age.
In the end, I left the store with 2 pair of Via Spiga boots for the price of one (thank you again, coupon!), some Bogdan's mint reception sticks and mascara. The nice saleslady gave me the free gift even though my purchase was $4 shy of the "free with purchase" price.
It's funny though. The mens department at Bloomies always makes me think of Shepard Smith. I think it's the brightly hued neckties or the geometric pattern dress shirts. Or something. Whatever it is, a visit to the Bloomingdales mens department always makes me want to make over Shep.
It's not that he doesn't dress well...it's just that he doesn't dress the way I feel he should. If he would only consult with me, I could no doubt make him one of the best dressers on television. Even better than that walking ego, Brian Williams (and this comes from a woman who has renamed a shade of blue "Brian Williams Blue". Say what you want, the ego does dress well)
The offer is on the table, Shepard. Anytime, any Bloomingdales or Nordstrom...I can work wonders ;)
The same offer is extended to Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs...except if I ever got him undressed, DRESSING him would be the last thing on my mind...
Thank God tomorrow is Friday...I seriously need a couple of days off!
Historically, I have done very well in Bloomingdales for my father for Christmas. Alas, this Christmas, that was not to be the case.
Aside from the Polo section, the rest of the clothing in the mens department appeared to be centered around either brooding emo boys or attorneys. Gray prewashed stenciled tshirts or a rainbow of ties fanned out across table after table. Take your pick. Nothing there really for a man of my fathers age.
In the end, I left the store with 2 pair of Via Spiga boots for the price of one (thank you again, coupon!), some Bogdan's mint reception sticks and mascara. The nice saleslady gave me the free gift even though my purchase was $4 shy of the "free with purchase" price.
It's funny though. The mens department at Bloomies always makes me think of Shepard Smith. I think it's the brightly hued neckties or the geometric pattern dress shirts. Or something. Whatever it is, a visit to the Bloomingdales mens department always makes me want to make over Shep.
It's not that he doesn't dress well...it's just that he doesn't dress the way I feel he should. If he would only consult with me, I could no doubt make him one of the best dressers on television. Even better than that walking ego, Brian Williams (and this comes from a woman who has renamed a shade of blue "Brian Williams Blue". Say what you want, the ego does dress well)
The offer is on the table, Shepard. Anytime, any Bloomingdales or Nordstrom...I can work wonders ;)
The same offer is extended to Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs...except if I ever got him undressed, DRESSING him would be the last thing on my mind...
Thank God tomorrow is Friday...I seriously need a couple of days off!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
...and so it begins...
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. It's a time when we are supposed to sit back, enjoy a feast with our loved ones, and reflect on the past year, giving thanks for how good we have it. Just like the Pilgrims did all those years ago in Plymouth colony. They were grateful for living thru the harsh winter, and for the friendship of the Indians, who helped them survive.
Except that, we don't exactly DO that anymore, do we?
Instead, we obsess over where we are going. Who is going to be there? Who's coming to our house? Who's bringing what? Is the turkey big enough? What kind of potatoes is she making? Who's doing the dishes? What time does the WalMart open for those Black Friday sales?
Where is the thanks?
Where is the gratefulness?
Where is the reflection?
Everything is rushrushrushrush.
Everyone's worried about getting past Thanksgiving and on to Christmas.
No one stops to smell the turkey anymore.
Thanksgiving has stopped being about giving thanks and has become the Official Kick~off of Christmas.
So, on this Thanksgiving eve, I've decided to sit down and reflect on what I am truly thankful for, instead of dwelling on what is lacking in my life. Oh, there is plenty that is lacking~job satisfaction, someone to love and share my life with, a home of my own...the list is long and makes me feel sad.
But what do I have? What have I been blessed with? What should I be joyful that I have and give thanks for?
I've been blessed with parents who care a great deal about me, maybe too much. But they are always there, a safety net so that when I fall, at least someone is there to help me up.
I'm grateful that I have a job. Inasmuch as I despise what I do these days, and like where I work even less, at the very least, I make a little bit of money and can splurge at Bloomies once in a while when they have a sale. The Michael Kors pumps on my feet are proof of that. I am thankful for them, and the sale that put them there.
I'm thankful that FoxNews resigned Shepard Smith to a multi~year deal at a high salary. I like Shepard and I'm glad he's being treated right by his employer. Actually, I'm glad that I see someone who is good at what they do being treated well at their job. I may not be treated or paid very well for breaking my back at my job, but at least I know there is hope because I can see that there are indeed employers who reward good employees. Maybe someday I will have one of those jobs.
I'm thankful that I found Dirty Jobs on Discovery channel. It makes me realize that there are people out there who do what some of us would consider beneath us so that we can live in a civilized world. I am grateful that I found Mike Rowe. He and his beautiful chest are easy on the eyes and he makes me smile. He gives me hope that there are indeed men out there who can make me laugh without having to drop their pants.
I give thanks for the good friends that I have. For Sherri Ann, who, while we don't speak often, has been a steady beam of light for me for some 30 years. For Katy, who's helped me get thru more than she knows. For Ruby Anne who is like the southern version of me. I don't have a lot of friends, but the ones I have are good and strong and true.
I'm grateful for my mind. Because, while I sometimes fear I am losing it, it is what keeps me going, what helps me get thru. It is what helped me to write the book I hope to one day publish. Hopefully, one day soon.
And, I'm thankful for my sense of humor and the ability to laugh at myself~before others can, I hope.
There may be a lot of things that I want in my life that I don't have, and maybe some things that I have that I don't want, but there are always things to give thanks for. Remember, no matter how bad you think it is, there is always someone who has it worse. Tomorrow, I will have a good dinner with my family in a warm, dry place. Not everyone can say that.
So, please, on this Thanksgiving, on the eve of the blessed holiday season, take a moment or two to sit and think...and thank.
Except that, we don't exactly DO that anymore, do we?
Instead, we obsess over where we are going. Who is going to be there? Who's coming to our house? Who's bringing what? Is the turkey big enough? What kind of potatoes is she making? Who's doing the dishes? What time does the WalMart open for those Black Friday sales?
Where is the thanks?
Where is the gratefulness?
Where is the reflection?
Everything is rushrushrushrush.
Everyone's worried about getting past Thanksgiving and on to Christmas.
No one stops to smell the turkey anymore.
Thanksgiving has stopped being about giving thanks and has become the Official Kick~off of Christmas.
So, on this Thanksgiving eve, I've decided to sit down and reflect on what I am truly thankful for, instead of dwelling on what is lacking in my life. Oh, there is plenty that is lacking~job satisfaction, someone to love and share my life with, a home of my own...the list is long and makes me feel sad.
But what do I have? What have I been blessed with? What should I be joyful that I have and give thanks for?
I've been blessed with parents who care a great deal about me, maybe too much. But they are always there, a safety net so that when I fall, at least someone is there to help me up.
I'm grateful that I have a job. Inasmuch as I despise what I do these days, and like where I work even less, at the very least, I make a little bit of money and can splurge at Bloomies once in a while when they have a sale. The Michael Kors pumps on my feet are proof of that. I am thankful for them, and the sale that put them there.
I'm thankful that FoxNews resigned Shepard Smith to a multi~year deal at a high salary. I like Shepard and I'm glad he's being treated right by his employer. Actually, I'm glad that I see someone who is good at what they do being treated well at their job. I may not be treated or paid very well for breaking my back at my job, but at least I know there is hope because I can see that there are indeed employers who reward good employees. Maybe someday I will have one of those jobs.
I'm thankful that I found Dirty Jobs on Discovery channel. It makes me realize that there are people out there who do what some of us would consider beneath us so that we can live in a civilized world. I am grateful that I found Mike Rowe. He and his beautiful chest are easy on the eyes and he makes me smile. He gives me hope that there are indeed men out there who can make me laugh without having to drop their pants.
I give thanks for the good friends that I have. For Sherri Ann, who, while we don't speak often, has been a steady beam of light for me for some 30 years. For Katy, who's helped me get thru more than she knows. For Ruby Anne who is like the southern version of me. I don't have a lot of friends, but the ones I have are good and strong and true.
I'm grateful for my mind. Because, while I sometimes fear I am losing it, it is what keeps me going, what helps me get thru. It is what helped me to write the book I hope to one day publish. Hopefully, one day soon.
And, I'm thankful for my sense of humor and the ability to laugh at myself~before others can, I hope.
There may be a lot of things that I want in my life that I don't have, and maybe some things that I have that I don't want, but there are always things to give thanks for. Remember, no matter how bad you think it is, there is always someone who has it worse. Tomorrow, I will have a good dinner with my family in a warm, dry place. Not everyone can say that.
So, please, on this Thanksgiving, on the eve of the blessed holiday season, take a moment or two to sit and think...and thank.
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