All The Girls Chit Chat

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I understand the importance of being square!

I'm in no mood....

Week of the whiner, that's what this is. And I'm "it".

Here's the thought I'd like to leave you with, students of language:

Regardless of what you've heard, irregardless is NOT a word.

Peace out.

Monday, July 19, 2010

I'll think of something.

Do you remember high school journalism and creative writing classes?

In the early days of learning to express one's thoughts and feelings and develop them into story, remember the instructions the teacher always gave that made you want to fling your pencil in his/her general direction?

"Just keep writing - even if you only write "I can't think of anything to write", just write that down."

Okay, Mr. Warren/Ms. Moore/Mrs. Hastedt - et al - here's what I thought of:

"Sheddup, yous. You're not helping. In fact, you're increasing my teenage existential angst to the point of diagnosable anxiety. How's that for incorporating dialogue into my work?"

Actually, that's what I think to myself now when I can't think of anything to write. I was very sweet in high school and would never have said such things, even to myself. Mostly.

Now when I can't think of anything to write, the stakes are higher. Not because I'm being graded, but because my "pencil" is an over-priced whiz bang laptop that I cannot afford to replace after flinging it.

And who would I fling it at, myself?

Oh, well...tomorrow is another day.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

if you're going to bother....

When seeking redemption, or any other sort of comeback,

be noticed.

Let it be known you're doing it on purpose, full on, dang the torpedoes.

Score high - or low - depending on the game.

And wear these pants.


Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Recieved this in my email inbox this morning....

It was titled "Mutiny" and sent from a whistle blower that will be protected at all cost, because of his... er, I mean, 'his or her' bravery in coming forward.

I think they're getting ready to mutiny against you on all the girls chit chat.

I won't say who's trying to stir them up but I've seen it coming.

As you can see, I distorted the type in order to make it even more difficult for this fearless soul to be discovered, but he (or she) will be forever a hero in my mind (even if it's in my mind only).

Love you, man (and or woman)!

To the rest of you I say: Stand down! (& I love you all too! Even the mutineers.)

Oh and about that Cow every two weeks thing... well, see...*ahem* we've had a lot of rain this month and well *blush* he's been home more than usual. We even took a little trip on our own, tee hee hee. Which reminds me of a PSA that I've been meaning to share, if ever you take a weekend away with your love and while there decide to buy a bathing suit because you never thought to pack yours (you're not used to being free to hang out at the hot tub at 11 at night) don't make the mistake of thinking you can find a bathing suit that would be classified as anything but indecent after 9:00pm. And you should really encourage your hubby to, um... TRY HIS ON before purchasing. It's been years since he bought one and he's gone up a few sizes since then. Not that it matters that you look like you think you're 17, or that your husband has to leave his new swimsuit completely unzipped. No, it is now after ten and surely the pool area will be empty, right? WRONG! It will not be empty and you will wind up sharing a hot tub with and 80 year old man and his bride who are both in perfectly suitable swimming attire.

Just keep that in mind, y'all.

Monday, July 12, 2010

I have had it! what do we need to do, to get your attention!


where is blossom? no more excuses. nobody has laundry piled that high. and cow comes home to roost every two weeks, so what does that make us???MMMM Fairweather friends??? NOT, we are badweather friends.

What is she doing? Picking Cotton or something?

Friday, July 9, 2010


Hey ladies and gents.

does anybody really truly know if you can make money on Etsy?

Thursday, July 8, 2010


WARNING: If you wash old wood floors on your hands & knees... you may end up needing some serious help. Trust me on this one.
That little "ouch" of a splinter may not seem too nasty at first, but if you continue to clean, for another 3 hours- because darnit, you're getting paid for it- your finger may lose all feeling & become very swollen. In fact, the splinter may be in SO deep you don't even see it, but baby - believe me it is there & it wants OUT!
The overdue tetanus shot may hurt, the x-rays may be a bit painful- as the finger gets stretched out, but NOTHING compares to those nasty shots to numb you up. Words may come to mind that you didn't even know were in your vocabulary. The dr. may even have to remind you to breathe.
And, let me tell you about the fear that may go thru your pretty little head when the dr. is slitting your finger open & digging that sucker out. "Is that finger REALLY going to stay numb? Really? Are you almost done in there? Did you find it yet? Just how close are you to that tendon?" And then "No, thank you, I don't want to look at the splinter yet. Please move the bloody gauze first. Thank you." and then "THAT was in my finger? No way! I wish I could take it home to show the kids, they'll never believe me!"
And then, there's the Vicodin. An hour after taking it, it all comes back... this is the medicine that had some awful side effects back in '08. We meet again..............................

I Raise You

LOADS of laundry to be done.

Laundry to be put away, away, away.

Bed to be made.

Left overs AGAIN!

How many nights in a row can you stand potato salad?

I raise you ONE party to finish cleaning up after.

AND one shop to dismantle.

I'll be in the pool!

Would anyone else like to play along.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Don't ever expect to hear from me again because clearly...

I have lost my blogging mojo... but in the mean time (of not hearing from me), I thought this article was well worth the read... I had NO IDEA it was like this, please take the time to read it if you're ever around bodies of water...

Click here: Drowning Doesn't Look Like Drowning

Love ya more than my travel bubble,
The Hunter and Gatherer Woman

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Hey Alaina here is our frozen wasteland you went snowmobiling in!!!!!

if you haven't already.....

.....read this.

And if you have read it, please remember I am hopelessly behind the times and don't make fun, mkay?

Monday, July 5, 2010


For some people (not me), camping is a vacation... a home away from home, a chance to "rough it" and enjoy nature. But, for other people (me) camping is a yearly opportunity to gain a fresh appreciation for a comfy mattress, a/c, warm showers, large appliances, a toilet a few steps away from the bedroom, and a lot of other wonderful things in life.

Don't get me wrong, I love nature. But, I also really love my bed. I forgot my air mattress this year. Look carefully at the tent. Notice there are ROCKS under it? yeah. That's what I'm sayin'.

And, take this shot for example: notice I am cooking on a tiny campstove. The eggs & ham steak turned out fine, but the truth is I had to get someone else to start the stove for me in order to cook breakfast. I was afraid of starting a forest fire. (pay no attention to my feet. I had no idea my daughter was taking the picture. I would have at least taken the socks off first, if I had known. Maybe then you'd notice the sparkly flip flops instead of the socks.)

And another thing, my family seems to LIKE this trip every year, but every year I ask them "WHY do we keep doing this to ourselves???"
Well, I guess because we like tradition. We like s'mores (a lot). We like teaching our son to start a campfire all by himself. We like seeing our kids run into the lake. We like the stories around the campfire. We even kind of like the squirrels that chew their way into our peanut containers. We maybe even like that noisy woodpecker in the middle of the night. Maybe.
But, then again...I really do love my bed.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

happy fourth girls! (and boys)

Hey guys! Hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday weekend. I miss you all, my precious friends. Stay safe, love you.

... yeah, my writing isn't so eloquent when I 've been out of practice this long;)
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