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 “Happy VD!”  As I sometimes say, may yours be the happy kind!

VD is a funny holiday, ain’t it? I mean, think about it. A day set aside for sweethearts and lovers, at least mostly. But really, how much fighting goes on over it, in reality?

Here are my random Valentine’s Thoughts for today:

• Never marry on Valentine’s Day. How could that possibly work? I mean, c’mon. Can you think of another way to add even more (probably unrealistic) expectations to a marriage than to get married on a special holiday for romance? To me, that’s just another way of saying, “Hey, I expect everything to be perfect and romantic and just so, forever and ever.” Eyew. Welcome to the real world, Sparky. Not to mention you’ll never be able to go out in peace on your wedding anniversary again.
• For this Mercury Retro Valentine’s, reminisce. Go back and review the lessons learned from the past, and see what your inner feelings say. Look within. Not a bad idea anywho.
• Love has ups and downs. It doesn’t happen on a special day. It happens every day. It happens when you get your sweetie coffee, or when your sweetie calls to make sure you got home okay in the yucky weather. 
• Love is a choice you make, every day. Love is a process, not an event.
• Fuck grandiose Valentine’s Day expectations. Be nice to your sweetie. The shit that really matters doesn’t come from Helzberg, damnit.
• Spend a few minutes today letting the people in your life know you appreciate them, Valentines or no. Every day is a good day to express your love.

Motivation: The Secret Formula

“So what’s the moral of the story? To create motivation and new habits, you need to coax it with small changes — not force it. This philosophy has worked for many of my clients and for eDiet members who have a dislike for exercise.”

This breif article echos my advice about lifestyle changes and small, relatively painless adjustments that you can live with…

Mighty Bargain Hunter » Sixteen ways being disorganized costs you money

movitivation for staying up on the organization thingy…

Size Matters…More Than You Think

weight and penis size appearance….uh….

Size Matters…More Than You Think

weight and penis size appearance….uh….

What? It’s January-Fucking-Fourth and I haven’t done an obligatory post on resolutions?

Damn. I’m slacking.

Well, anyway. Okay, I give…But it’s not my normal anti-resolution rant this year. I’ll spare ya. Because this year, I’m actually feeling more at peace with the whole resolution thing.

I’ve just figured out, “Okay. I am who I am. If I don’t like something about who I am, then I can let it the Hell go, you know? That’s my job every day. But if I want to set a  positive goal for myself that I feel happy about, well, sure. That’s cool.”

For me, the difference is about the focus–if your resolution is about not being good enough, thin enough, smart enough, rich enough, right enough or white enough or whatever…well, fuck that noise. You’re on shakey ground at that point.

You know? Life is here, now. This is it, folks. There ain’t no dress rehersal. What you see is what you got, Sparky. So why waste this beautiful gift we have berating ourselves?

I mean, c’mon. You respond better to feeling good about yourself anyway, right? So make your thoughts feel good, and you’ll do better, and on and on it goes, a vicious upward sprial.

I can dig it.

Mom calls me now, when she needs phone numbers or addresses she can’t find. I’ve become her own personal directory service for hard-to-find numbers, because I have mastered the use of the magical beast known as the “Search Engine.”

“How do you find that so fast?” she wants to know.

“I Google it, Mom. I go to Google, and type in what I’m searing for, and it’s there.”

“I don’t think we have that Google,” Mom says. I stifle the urge to laugh.

“No. No Mom, you have Google. Everybody who has the internet has Google. You just don’t know how to get there. It’s at Google.com.” I realize I’m actually shaking my head while I’m talking to her.

“Oh. I see.” I wouldn’t have been surprised to find out she was taking notes at this point.,.

“How come I can’t find things, Dixie? I typed in ‘Reliable Insurance Address’ to get the address into a search engine thingy, and it didn’t tell me nothing.”

“Well, that’s a good try, mom, but ‘address’ is too common of a word. That’s why I used the city name instead.”

“Ohhhhh. You’ve got to be smarter than the search engine, huh?”

I don’t say ‘Yes.’ Instead, I reply, “You’re smarter than the search engine, Mom. You just have to figure out how to get it to tell you what you want.”

Recently, I have a new favorite parenting line.

“Well…I’m sure you’ll figure that out,” I say. It’s great! Or sometimes, I change the wording around a little–”Gee. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with that.”

[Snort!] I have yet to say it without a smile on my face. (more…)

Dental Tip O’ The Day -

Don’t use your teeth to open things, whether they be real or purchased teeth. -My friendly neighborhood dentist

[sigh.]

White Elephants, they call it. The office white elephant gift exchange for my husband’s work produced this lamp. It has an attachement of a straw and big lemon wedge, to supposedly make it look like a tropical drink.

Which is cheesey, but without the extra junk, it’s a pretty light, really.

Whatever the situation, whoever the people involved, that’s not a bad philosophy, anyway. Try to look past the junk and cheesiness or whatnot to see if there’s a pretty light underneath.

Merry Christmas!