Meg...
...I've been reading your blog for quite awhile now, and I am amazed at how positive and carpe diem-esque (if that's even a word) you are.
Well, if it isn't a word, it certainly should be! Funny you should use that term, I have it on my refrigerator and have for years. I put it there so it would be the first thing my kids saw in the morning (after the toilet and toothbrush, anyway) and I always sent them off to school saying, "Act like you're somebody!" Life is a long, long journey and either you die young or you are going to have bad things happen if you live long enough. If you allow them to define you, life is gonna suck. I could list some really bad things that have happened to me, I bet you all could too. How do you rank them? I could say that the break up with Vex was worse then the day Mark and I broke up but if I hadn't broken up with Mark, I never would have met Vex so you have to take it all in stride, no matter how bad it is, it could lead you to something wonderful and no matter how good it is, it could lead you to something dreadful. So, good or bad, just try to have a nice day and don't hurt anybody.
I let my dumb dog back in and now he has given up on shoes. Somehow, this animal has found three of my bras this evening. Shortly after I got this dog, someone told me that it was considered bad luck to have shoes on table tops. Well, I had been taking about 3 shoes a day away from him and I put them on the closest surface so every table in my house had a shoe on it. That explained a lot.I wonder if there is any bra-related omen I should be looking for. Yikes, using the word omen just gave me the shivers...I am alone in this house, well except for the dumb dog who is no help, he is locked in a cage. O.K., now I have freaked myself out. Damn it, I feel all creepy now.
Well, I should change the subject..my back hurts. I guess I danced a bit too much last night but it's been so long since I had danced outside of my kitchen and with a partner that I couldn't help myself. You know, he didn't dip me once all night, now that I think of it. I wonder if that is because it didn't fit in with his style or because he thought I was too old to handle it? (Guys, see how we do it? This is how it starts and then we go off on all kinds of tangents and before you know it, we are crying and you are totally baffled.) A lot of guys don't ordinarily dip a woman but if they have enough to drink, they ought to sooner or later. Damn, I don't know his drink tolerance. I may have to gather more information before I can figure this one out.
And that guy said I was talented, LOL, I am just thinking out loud. Or on the keyboard, whatever. This is just what goes on in my head. If there was someone here, I would tell them this crap. It's hard to shut me up.
See, in the blog, you don't have to gracefully shut me up, you just sign off. That's why you like me, you can get rid of me and I would never be the wiser. Other people say I am very open on this thing. Hell, I am very open in real life. I think if you knew me you would know that. Well, then again, I guess you do know me because you are reading this. See, there I go again.
You'll all be glad to know that my hangover is gone. I am going to have to come up with some drinking rules. I think I may just sip scotch all night, 2, and no more. That's a nice buzz, you aren't drunk and you won't have a hangover. Scotch sucks so I take small sips of it. Anything that tastes good would just be encouraging me. And then, I'd do the scotch anyway only then it would taste good and before you know it, I would have a killer hangover. I wouldn't have expected a hangover after the 4 drinks I did have considering the water, aspirin and food I had. Not to mention, the drinks were over a long time. Well, not that long actually, less than 3 hours. And I just remembered the Grand Marnier, oops. That probably did it.
Oh, so I guess I did deserve that hangover after all. Oh well, I will have to learn from it. 2 yuchy drinks that I don't like and that I can sip all night. It's a rule. Is anybody keeping track of these rules? I told you that I was no good with paperwork.
Well, gotta go to bed.
See ya.
Meg
...I've been reading your blog for quite awhile now, and I am amazed at how positive and carpe diem-esque (if that's even a word) you are.
Well, if it isn't a word, it certainly should be! Funny you should use that term, I have it on my refrigerator and have for years. I put it there so it would be the first thing my kids saw in the morning (after the toilet and toothbrush, anyway) and I always sent them off to school saying, "Act like you're somebody!" Life is a long, long journey and either you die young or you are going to have bad things happen if you live long enough. If you allow them to define you, life is gonna suck. I could list some really bad things that have happened to me, I bet you all could too. How do you rank them? I could say that the break up with Vex was worse then the day Mark and I broke up but if I hadn't broken up with Mark, I never would have met Vex so you have to take it all in stride, no matter how bad it is, it could lead you to something wonderful and no matter how good it is, it could lead you to something dreadful. So, good or bad, just try to have a nice day and don't hurt anybody.
I let my dumb dog back in and now he has given up on shoes. Somehow, this animal has found three of my bras this evening. Shortly after I got this dog, someone told me that it was considered bad luck to have shoes on table tops. Well, I had been taking about 3 shoes a day away from him and I put them on the closest surface so every table in my house had a shoe on it. That explained a lot.I wonder if there is any bra-related omen I should be looking for. Yikes, using the word omen just gave me the shivers...I am alone in this house, well except for the dumb dog who is no help, he is locked in a cage. O.K., now I have freaked myself out. Damn it, I feel all creepy now.
Well, I should change the subject..my back hurts. I guess I danced a bit too much last night but it's been so long since I had danced outside of my kitchen and with a partner that I couldn't help myself. You know, he didn't dip me once all night, now that I think of it. I wonder if that is because it didn't fit in with his style or because he thought I was too old to handle it? (Guys, see how we do it? This is how it starts and then we go off on all kinds of tangents and before you know it, we are crying and you are totally baffled.) A lot of guys don't ordinarily dip a woman but if they have enough to drink, they ought to sooner or later. Damn, I don't know his drink tolerance. I may have to gather more information before I can figure this one out.
And that guy said I was talented, LOL, I am just thinking out loud. Or on the keyboard, whatever. This is just what goes on in my head. If there was someone here, I would tell them this crap. It's hard to shut me up.
See, in the blog, you don't have to gracefully shut me up, you just sign off. That's why you like me, you can get rid of me and I would never be the wiser. Other people say I am very open on this thing. Hell, I am very open in real life. I think if you knew me you would know that. Well, then again, I guess you do know me because you are reading this. See, there I go again.
You'll all be glad to know that my hangover is gone. I am going to have to come up with some drinking rules. I think I may just sip scotch all night, 2, and no more. That's a nice buzz, you aren't drunk and you won't have a hangover. Scotch sucks so I take small sips of it. Anything that tastes good would just be encouraging me. And then, I'd do the scotch anyway only then it would taste good and before you know it, I would have a killer hangover. I wouldn't have expected a hangover after the 4 drinks I did have considering the water, aspirin and food I had. Not to mention, the drinks were over a long time. Well, not that long actually, less than 3 hours. And I just remembered the Grand Marnier, oops. That probably did it.
Oh, so I guess I did deserve that hangover after all. Oh well, I will have to learn from it. 2 yuchy drinks that I don't like and that I can sip all night. It's a rule. Is anybody keeping track of these rules? I told you that I was no good with paperwork.
Well, gotta go to bed.
See ya.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 9:19 PM
1 Comments:
Somehow, this animal has found three of my bras this evening.
Not a good sign! Get his balls cut off, real quick.
I mean, why is he snuffling around your underwear? I don't want to interfere with your private life, but your puppy is now flooded with male hormones...
But seriously. When you start admitting boyfriends into your bed, if he's the jealous type... big hefty dog... you may have to choose between his balls and theirs.
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