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I’ve talked a time or two about my mom and her technological…challenges. Today, I got a tech support call from my mom, bless her lil’ soul. I mean, I’m proud of her that’s she’s not afraid of the computer at her age…but in some ways, it might be easier.  :mrgreen: 

“I’ve got a computer question, Dixie.” Never a good start.

“Ok, Mom. What is it?”

“Well, do I need to open this thing before I put the CD in?”

“Uh…open what thing? What CD? I don’t know what you’re talking about, exactly, Mom.”

“Turbotax. The turbotax CD.” Oh. Uh…Wait a minute! I know.

“You’re asking if you need to open last year’s version of Turbotax to install this year’s version, right?”

“Yeah!”

I didn’t sigh. Really. (more…)

from the grandma on the ex’s side of the family–the nutty ones. at least, this is my interpretation.

GM–”Why does she wear her hair like that?” No doubt said with a scrunched up face; referring to the current pink and purple. It’s beautiful, by the way!

Monkey–”She likes it that way. She sees it as a way to express…her, uh….eccentricity.”

GM–”Doesn’t she know how old she is?!”

Monkey–”I think she’s aware of it, yeah.”

Scandalous, huh? Snort!  :twisted: 

Well, Hell. I’ve been saying it for a while now…they opened a Curves literally within walking distance from my house. And I’m thinking, “Hey…a gym within walking distance? It’s not like I have any excuses for not checking that out.” So check it out I did, along with my oldest.

Uhhhh…well, let’s just say it wasn’t what I expected.

We go in there, and first off, the place is a bright salmon pink. Pink as hell, everywhere. I mean, shit. I like pink even, but even I was about to OD. There was some dumb old top forty soundtrack playing on the boombox just like any other gym, except that every 30 seconds, it was interrupted by a recorded female voice demanding the participants to “Change stations!” 

But anyway, whatever. I’m expecting little Miss Exercise Lady to show us around, show us the machines and facilities and explain the program they have. Right? That’s what you’d think.

Not exactly.  :eek: ! (more…)

The subject of “judementalness” has come up several times lately for me. (Is that a word? Oh yeah–it is now! I forgot about my goddess powers.)

But I digress. I mean, often, we think of being judgemental as a bad thing. And it can be, I think. I guess it depends on what you mean.

I dunno. I mean, I’ve been told by friends that I am not judgemental–it makes people more comfortable to talk to me. And I value that assessment, for sure. That’s something I feel good about. And I like to believe everyone has to find the right path for themselves, and most people are doing the best they can. Just because something’s wrong _for me_ doesn’t mean it won’t lead someone else where they need to go.

But you know, there are some things I believe are wrong. And some people I don’t like. So I kind of wondered: does that make me a hypocrite? (more…)

Mmmmm. This is what you get, when you have a cell phone that takes video and an unlimited data package. you send things like this… i should be ashamed, i know. but somehow, i just don’t care.

can you tell i do the low carb thing?

Sometimes, on my coffee that’s already been doctored up with sugar-free vanilla syrup and splenda, I like to put whipped cream, and SF chocolate syrup drizzeled about. I like adding whipped cream and chocolate syrup on my coffee…a lot….uh….maybe even unnaturally so, for that fucking matter.

Mmmmm.  Your point?

But anywho, back to MY point: I enjoy this. A lot. Sometimes, after I’ve eaten the part with whipped cream, I put it on again. I have my “second whipped cream.” Not because I think it’s lacking something without it. It’s not. More like…well, I enjoyed the experience, and I want to enjoy it again. The indulgence feels nice. I like the texture, the presentation, the coolness. Just all of it. I enjoy the “experience.” Fucking coffee commericals have a point–geez. I never thought I’d say something like that.

Uhhh….I dunno. But, whatever, that’s what I say at this point in our little romp through the Goddess’s stream of concsiousness.

And I thought to myself–silly though it may be–that life’s too short not to have the second whipped cream, and too long to spend any of wound up about other people’s shit.

Anyway. I think everybody should have a second whipped cream sometimes. And I’m happy. Hell, I like being happy, and I consider myself pretty damn good at it! So there.

Well, it’s about time, I guess. It’s been a long time, but today, I dug out the ol’ roller blades and went in circles outside my abode for about a half hour.

I was a little rusty, but basically, it wasn’t too bad. I know when I do it more frequently, I have more fun, because my balance is stronger and I feel more relaxed. But still, I had a good time.

And I had forgotten how much better–and more energized–I actually feel after exercising a little while. I mean, it’s such a little thing. I was out there 30 minutes. A piddley little half hour, for Christ’s sakes! And I sat down a few minutes of that, for that matter. (After being off the skates a while, it doesn’t take long for my arches to start hurting. It’s just the skates, I guess, or how my feet go in ‘em or something. I dunno. But it goes away when I do it more offen.) (more…)

My husband sounds congested. “You all sinusy?” I ask.

“Sinusy? That’s a word?”

“It is. I just made it up….that’s one of my Goddess Powers, you know. I have the power to make up new words! Yeah!”

He shakes his head. “George Bush has the same power,” he says.

“Owwww! That really hurts. It is NOT the same power, anyway. It’s not the same power at all! Because I know I’m making up new words, and they make sense. He’s just a dumbass. He has the power of the dumbass, and that’s all. Not the same thing at all.”

I was appropriately offended. Geez. Somebody should tell him, comparing your wife to W. is never a good idea.