Whatever Couch Potato

Blasted the nights I should be already in bed. No, I am sitting her wide awake knowing that the couch calls and not the bed and I can't shake it. I've been falling asleep on the couch since January and I fight it every night. I tell myself to get up and go to bed but my brain has other plans it seems. Back to the old routine and this is one that is super hard for me to break.

Anyone else out there do the same thing? Stick it on the couch because you know tomorrow lurks to tell you what to do. BLASTED tomorrow and your Wiley ways. I'm thankful there is a tomorrow but I'd rather be looking at a beautiful view then trying to move mountains with a fork.

Anyway -

So, this blogging thing isn't quite going the way I thought it would. I thought I would have something to talk about everyday (like in the past) but I'm left high and dry. The content seems trite to me, still I wonder about the why of the blogger. I'm pretty sure know one is reading and if that is the case I can really write whatever I feel like writing, right?

Then here goes whatever!!!

We were trying to come up with a slogan for work today - Marketing at it's finest and you should hear the crap that we all compiled.

• Data opens Doors
  
• Dare to Data


• Data Busters, Who you gonna call?


• Belly up to the Bar Chart (my favorite but completely inappropriate)

Smoke and Mirrors Baby! Cynicism thick and rich with an extra order of reality! I have to stop being a CRAB, if I could stop being a CRAB then maybe I could get off the couch.

Like I said.............whatever!!!

Cookie Painting Fun

As I've mentioned I am tasked with making wonderful little snack boxes for my daughters school. Due next Monday. I have one week to get creative and I may sit here and complain but in all actuality, I love doing this stuff. Think of it as an escape from my everyday rush. Projects like these give me the opportunity to let my creative juices flow. So, with this little task I've decided to do something that I've never done and that is Cookie Paint.

I can't wait to bake those cute little cookies and make a meringue frosting, bust out my paint brushes (never been used, don't worry) and paint with food coloring. I think it will be super fun.

Pictures to follow in about a week..................... o the suspense!!! What will you do over the week while waiting to see what I paint on edible little nuggets of love. I think you will manage just fine.

Lemons into Lemonade

I just made the multitude of lemons thrown at me into lemonade. HOMEWORK IS COMPLETE!

I had anticipated the rest of the day would be taken up trying to decipher Marx's manifesto but after reading I realized I could sum up the man's thoughts fairly quickly. The true test will be if that Dr. Professor will agree.

Now that "Hell Week" is over I can get back to my regular routines of life and focus on the next task at hand. You ask what that I might be? TEACHER APPRECIATION WEEK for my daughters school. In a moment of weakness I opted to take on the first Monday in May to make each teacher (21 of them) a snack box for the day. Ideas anyone on what to feed a hippy school where half of the teachers are vegan? I have a list already in mind but I don't know if I can make pistachio rolled tofu taste good. Today my daughter and I will be on a trek to find containers to hold the yummy tasty treats and maybe hit the dreaded grocery store.

I know one thing I am NOT buying, LEMONS!

Friday Night Friction or Fiction?

2 more days left until I reach partial sanity. I will wonder what I will do when I get there.

I think that I have amost perfected the crap I spewed and typed concerning the novel Things Fall Apart. By the end of the night I am going to be lucky if I don't fall apart. I need a distraction, a BIG PLEASANT DISTRACTION that will only suck up 2 minutes of my time. I know a red velvet cupcake with lots of cream cheese frosting!!!! YES PLEASE!!!

I think the friction of my overly stuffed pants is begging me NOT to eat the cupcake as my seams are at capacity load. But what a nice little treat it would be to have something so tiny and nice to help me forget that I'm still battling HELL WEEK!!!

The Ficiton of the matter is I am only pulling the scratcy wool over my own eyes. I fully understand the consequences at hand and know that red dreamy cake with rich white YUM will only make my blood sugar spike and if I do indulge I will find myself lying dead asleep on the couch at 3:00 am with crumbs plastered across my face with only 3 pages partially retained.

Sit up, book in hand, and pay attention, glasses on, NO Red Velvet Cake, seams very happy at the moment.

Carry on.............

Academy Awards for Men

• Paper 1/2 Draft form
• Karl Marx manifesto 1/2 read
• Academy Awards for men blasting in the next room
• Concentration at an all time low
• Tampa Bay's Draft pick
• Yelling, Screaming, Woo-Hooing
• Eye Rolling
• Leg Twitching

HELP!!!!! HELP!!!! HELP!!!!

NFL DRAFT and HOMEWORK do not mix!!

Things Fall Apart

I'm going to keep today short and sweet because this week is my "Hell Week". I hate to admit after several years of mediocrity I made the decision to go back to school at the age of 35 (I can't believe I just shared my age). Why did I go back to school? No, really! Why? That's right, so I can graduate from a brown and gray cubicle to a brown and gray office. Hmmmmmm, does something sound similar or different? Guess the deniro is suppoesd to change my mind and encourage me to stick to the books. I DON'T THINK SO MR. I've been doing a little bit of analysis in determining at what fundage I am willing to stick with school.

Do you think this is a good number? $1,000,000.00. I do! I guess happiness does not = cash for me. Maybe this is me talking out of tush because I am knee deep in "Hell Week".

I have to write a critical essay on the novel Things Fall Apart. Hurt me NOW!

Wait, did I mention I also have to read Karl Marx's manifesto and analyze. African assimilation and Karl Marx all in one week, work and daily do's.

Someone wake me when it is over!!!

Prom Pixie Dust and Tales

I toed my toe into the water of the blog pool yesterday and I have to say, INDULGENT! But hey, when you live a life working for everyone else, INDULGENT could end up on my short list very quickly.

Lets jump right in (play on toe-in-water).


Prom Season and the Nightmare Memories

Yes, it is that time of year where young lovely ladies drag their mothers and credit cards into stores selling Beyonce knock-offs and all for the hope that prince charming will not actually be a frog. I was almost knocked off my feet by 3 highly caffeine induced young glamour girls all a glow with prom pixie dust as I walked into a store over the weekend. I had to smile to myself and wonder what they were in store for, fairly tale or torture.

Can you tell that I am a little sour after 18 years? Scary thought. Perhaps it's because my young innocent daughter will one day be showered in prom pixie dust as I am dragged from store to store as she dreams of a night to remember. BLASTED! I'll have to suck it up and just enjoy the process.

Sourness Explained

18 years ago in a red frock that I loved I was dragged in 98 degree heat in a car without air conditioning to a restaurant that made your stomach turn. Wait, did I forget to mention we had to go back for the tickets that were sitting on the kitchen counter 56 miles away? Damn 98 degree heat! Eventually we made it soaked and smelly to the balloon room of horrors and took pictures that will live eternally as Pee-Wee Herman and I stood slouched and defeated.

No dancing ensued, no hanging with the friends, no good music to be heard, just the welcoming call of the now cool car that awaited my escape. Wait a minute! Where is my date? Where is my date? Want to know where my date was? ASLEEP IN THE CAR!!!! Off came the dress, on came the jeans and the hair went el natural as I slid behind the wheel of the now less than 98 degree car. Off to the beach I rolled with my sleeping date, $400.00 dress in the back seat and a caravan of peeps that were just as well off as me.

Me: Crap, are those red lights behind me?

Officer: "Do you know it is past curfuew"?

Me: "Yes officer, I was on my way home from Prom"

Officer: "Then get going"

Me: "I think I have to pee now"

Now the date is awake!!!!

Forget it!
Homeward James...............
But first, let us stop and wallow in the night with the biggest ice cream sundae found in Southern California. Thank you Denny's for making a girls dream come true.

Guess that ice cream sundae didn't work because the mention of frilly frocks and prom pixie dust and my blood immediately boils to a perfect 98 degrees. Hopefully I can walk comatosed 8 years from now when my daughter is a caffeine induced glamour girl.

Question of the Day

That is one of 2 horror prom stories and this was the good one. Want to hear the other? I think we'll need a bigger ice cream sundae for that one.

First of Firsts

I use to love to write. There was a time I got up early to write and stayed up late to write. I quit a few months back and I thought I would follow suit of a great blogger that I once had the privilege of knowing and try my hand at this.

I'm amazed at the random stuff people write about and find myself trying to find an interesting topic. I have to admit I am at a complete loss. Who in their right mind would want to follow a strangers random nothingness on a daily basis? I could see if the person was funny, or had an agenda. I just don't.

So, in the ways of the past I will pick a subject and write regardless of the nothingness. I will start small and weak and hopefully one day live back up to what I once was.

Curb Side Seats to the Crow Show

Yes, I said Crow Show!!! Parking our butts in front of my house at the desperate age of 15 my best friend and I would watch crows as they swooped down in a fury of black to stare at us as if we were prey. Little did we know being watched by bully crows was going to be some of the best memories of growing up. "The Crow Show" would become a regular phenomenon as we would sit patiently on the curb waiting for ANYTHING to happen in our simple lives. Looking back at the two of us watching the crow show and waiting for ANYTHING to happen makes me long for that time again. If I had known what laid ahead I may have tried to take that "Crow Show" on the road.