June 17, 2007

loves of my life

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June 12, 2007

bada bing

So, Sopranos.... Blah blah blah. I get it. Yeah. Life goes on. Even for a psychopathic person like Tony. Things come, things go, they don’t really affect him long-term. He is like one of the ducks from the first season that he was so obsessed with... hold everything.... AHHA! 

Back when he was focusing so much on the ducks he was actually unable to let things roll of his back like the ducks do. But one of his biggest flaws and also biggest saving graces is that he is able to let even the most heinous acts just roll right off his back. He doesn’t suffer remorse for cheating on his wife or killing his nephew. He lives in the now and takes care of the biz that needs his attention right now. Hunh. Maybe I just figured out the whole enchilada! This quality means that the war with the NY family is just another event in just another day. It doesn’t cause him to reassess his life, it’s just what he must deal with. And so, one of the great TV series closes its curtains. Disappointing for those action-junkies who became accustomed over the years to spectacular violence, but one that seems to make sense for the characters.

What did you think? How did you think it was gonna end?

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June 08, 2007

colon hyphen parenthesis

Most days, I’m an optimist. This often caused my mother to mutter under her breath that I just didn’t understand the situation. You can guess whether her glass was half-full or half-empty. I share my optimistic trait with my dad. Generally, life is for having a good time. Why slog through when you can look around, find something good and get your groove on? But even an optimist has to occasionally tell her inner pessimist to shut up. I was in the shower the other morning, grousing loudly to myself about how tired I was. Ugh. How. Could. I. Carry. On? .... That’s the WORST thing you can come up with, I thought to myself? I basically turned my frown upside down and felt immeasurably better for doing it. Why focus on the negative? This works at the gym too, when every step on the elliptical trainer is a trial, instead of inwardly bitching about it, I decided to think about how good I would feel when I was done.

I know platitudes are spread thick but it helps to remind myself of the more helpful, pleasant ones. You’ll never hear me spouting off stupidities like “A woman’s place is in the home” but you might hear me say “Suck it up, dumbass!” Tell me what phrase you wish YOU could find cross-stitched on a pillow.
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June 03, 2007

F to the U

In high school I was pretty conversant in "shit" and "damn" and I knew my way around "hell" as well. It wasn't until my mid-twenties that I really got the hang of "fuck". My first job out of college was for H@llmark Cards and I'm sure you'll believe me when I say that cursing wasn't common among the happy card elves. But my second job was full of arrogant, over-confident multimedia types that peppered their speech with the f-bomb not unlike a teenage girl and the word "like." I changed jobs a few times but kept ending up with a profane group of people and by the time that "Deadwood" came to Cable TV, I'd also mastered cock sucker. Nice, eh? My language skills? 

Truly, I love vocabulary, and I agree with those that say that cursing is a sign of a lazy mind, but when you've just smacked your little toe on that goddamn ottoman for the 5 millionth time, there is nothing like the salve of cursing like a sailor. 

This facility of language utterly fails me when faced with a bratty 3 year old. You can't even use those lame-ass replacement cuss words like "freaking" because if the preschool teachers hear that epithet coming out of my daughter's mouth, I'm pretty certain I'm getting a nasty note home. Having a bratty 3 year old is to suddenly be 12 years old faced with an insanely bratty younger sibling. You can't punch 'em in the arm or pinch em real good and you can't tell them to shut the hell up. You have to set a good example. fucksticks. You can't use phrases I've become fond of like fucktard. That is the awesomest of awesomely awful words, but it rolls off the tongue and under my breath so tastily. I don't get to use it often and it's usually while driving or after the kid is asleep but it makes me giggle. 

So basically I'm trying to unspool these words and they're sliding away in much the same pace I acquired them. sigh. I can keep "crap" right? I'm nothing without it! 
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May 31, 2007

Official Start of Summer

I can't tell you how much fun I had watching this little imp running through the sprinkler. And the happy serendipity of this photo couldn't have been planned. Memorial Day Weekend brought 2 different sprinklers, one Mount Tiki Soki water toy, one baby pool, one outdoor mall fountain and a backyard in-ground swimming pool. No wonder she's a little pruny.  

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