Fiddling around while Rome burns.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
I'm allegedly blogging
I'd like for some legal-type to tell me just exactly how many "allegedly"s need to be used in an article like
'Cause...like...is six really enough?
I mean...if he "allegedly" grabbed her by the hair, shouldn't he have "allegedly" put handcuffs on her? And why didn't he "allegedly" threaten to slit her throat?
What the fuck kinda alleged journalists are these colleges crankin out, anyway?
Yea, I'm a little bummed that we're expecting yet another 3-5 inches of snow this weekend.
I wanna wear my sandals! I wanna sit out on the deck and listen to Buffett! I wanna run around the yard barefoot and nekkid!
Ok, I really don't do that last one. But I would if I could.
Dear Tiger Woods,
You're "deeply sorry". My ass. You're only sorry because you got caught and had several million in endorsements/possible tournament wins yanked. Keep your entitled dick in your pants and your mouth shut. You're a fucking golfer. Big. Hairy. Deal.
Now that's my kinda sport. Even I could win a gold medal at the Olympics.
Yea, I'm still not smoking. It'll be seven weeks Sunday.
I missed my four-year Blogoversary at the beginning of this month. But actually, it's been closer to five years. I deleted 600+ posts of the very first version of Lolly I started.
I'm thinking of starting yoga classes. Don't laugh. I'm pretty limber for a fat girl.
I'm done now.
Monday, February 15, 2010
This past weekend was "Bald Eagle Days" around these parts. The magnificent birds are pretty plentiful in this area and are breathtaking to watch when they swoop and glide and dive.
Unfortunately, most of 'em favor our neighbor's trees rather than ours. (sigh)
And when more than a couple of 'em get together, they can get pretty noisy.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Que the theme from Twilight Zone
The Zigster and I had the Captain include this quote in our wedding vows. It's by Oscar Wilde...and he's the reason we met in the first place.
Spooky. But absolutely appropriate.
Your Love Quote is Funny
Life is one fool thing after another where as love is two fool things after each other.
Snagged from the lovely
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Excuse me, Mr. LaHood...
...but...ah...who, exactly...is "we"?
"We are not sleeping until this problem is fixed."
So speaks Secretary of Transportation and Peoria native, Ray La Hood, on the Great Toyota Recall of '10 tonight on NBC's Nightly News.
Who's "we", Ray? Got a turd in your pocket? And just exactly how much sleep have you lost over this?
And how many times did he answer Brian Williams' questions with, "We're gonna hold Toyota's feet to the fire!"?
And, when Williams questioned him about his previous, so-called "misstatement" when he made the public comment that everyone should stop driving their Toyotas?
"We're gonna hold their feet to the fire!"
Is it just me or did he remind anyone else of this?
Monday, February 08, 2010
Blah, blah, blah....
...it's not just a title, it's a way of life.
I haven't been out of the house since last Thursday.
We're supposed to get 6-8 inches of snow tonight, so I probably won't get out of the house until this Thursday, as I'm guessing we'll have a snow day tomorrow and I don't work on Wednesdays, anyway.
It's been 5 weeks and a day since I've smoked.
I still have the urge every 30 minutes or so, though.
Sarah Palin doesn't have to use a damn teleprompter...she uses
Caribou Barbie's voice grates on my ears like fingernails on a chalkboard.
That uber-classy (yes, I'm being sarcastic) Chicago pawnbroker,
I fucking hate snow. And I'm gettin damn sick and tired of the weather people calling it a "snow event". It's a fucking snowstorm, you imbeciles. An "event" is something you look forward to...like...a prom. Or a wedding. I do not look forward to schlepping through ass-deep snow and freezing all my little delicate parts off, thankyouverymuch.
Oh...and as if giving up the smokes isn't enough, I'm desperately trying to avoid the carbs and eat healthy.
I want a fucking donut. And a piece of pie.
It's pretty bad when I feel like all I have to look forward to is the next episode of
Maybe I have cabin fever.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
One of the advantages of not smoking (aside from the obvious, of course) is that I can smell things better. More...intensely.
In a house with two cats and a man, that's not always a good thing.
As a perfume "collector", though...well...it's only intensified my love of the good-smellin stuff. And since I'm not spendin my money on ciggies, I can satisfy my olfactory urges a little more frequently. So I have.
Nice Mr. UPS man delivered my newest acquisition today.
Which doesn't really smell like sugar. It's more like...vanilla/caramel-y. It's luscious, though I don't usually like the overly sweet perfumes. It's got just enough of an edge of...something...that tones down the sweetness a bit.
Though it's not as new as the Pink Sugar, another I've recently acquired is
Funny name. Fabulous scent. Soft. Not overly flowery or sweet. Interesting. And the bottle is like a little piece of art.
I've always loved lemony scents. Since Pledge doesn't make a perfume, I found one that satisfies my citrus craving.
It smells like a took a bath in a vat of extra-tart lemonade. Fresh and vibrant and spicy...Yummy!
Though it's not really new, one of my all-time favorite 'fumes is
I love the incongruity and irony of associating the name with moi...I am amazingly not graceful...as much as I do the lovely, clean scent.
I really don't think you have to spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars on good perfume. Unless you can, of course. Then...well...lucky you!
Strangely enough, I ordered every one of these online...without ever sampling them...based solely on the description and/or reviews.
I lucked out.
And I'm keeping the nice Mr. UPS man busy.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Pardon me while I redefine myself
I suppose that's what I've been doing for the last few weeks. Redefining myself as a non-smoker. Ex-smoker. No-longer-smoker.
I don't smoke anymore.
I don't smoke anymore.
Wait. I can't do this. Yes. Yes, I can do this. I'm doing it.
It's been a whole month. A little over 4 weeks. 29 days. Since I've had a cigarette.
I just shut it off. No drugs. No patches or gum. Just...stopped. And I had become a heavy smoker. Like 2-3 packs a day heavy.
I still can't believe it and I'm having a hard time figuring out what to do now...ya know? Like...who I am.
I know that surely sounds stupid to those of you that don't smoke...have never smoked. Hell, it sounds kinda stupid to me. But there it is. It's the way I feel.
I'm having a hard time figuring out who I am now that I'm a non-smoker. I mean...it's been with me for so long. A good 35+ years. That's a long time to have a best friend.
I can't imagine what a drug addict that kicks the habit or an alcoholic who stops drinking feels like. On second thought, yea...I probably do know. Probably much the same as I do right now.
I'll surely get the hang of it...sooner or later.