Better late than never

That's right, I missed my own Blogoversary.

Geesh.

I started this blog April 3, 2008....hard to believe I've been writing it for two years already.

Time flies when you're spewing ridiculous facts about your life to the world!

In two years, I've written 717 posts.

I have 413 followers.

I've had 98,780 hits on my site.

Last year I averaged 7,418 hits a month.

I even have paid advertisers now. Yay!

And I've had visitors from countries I've never even heard of. It's kind of bizarre to think about how far reaching our little blogs can be.

So thanks to all of you for coming along on this ride with me! When I started my blog, it was meant to be my own accountability for losing weight. Thankfully, two years and 35 lbs later, I feel I have partially accomplished that goal! Now I'm back on the Weight Watchers Wagon and attempting to lose the other 40 lbs, so I guess that assures me that I need to continue blogging!!!

Besides, who else am I gonna bitch about turning 50 to next year, besides you guys?

(PS...Taking Jordan to Cincinnati today to visit UC, and see where my kid is planning to live in the fall!)

Rich and blonde. Who am I, Paris Hilton?

Check out that little link on the top right. Evidently my blog is worth $60 grand. Anyone wanna buy it? C'mon, I'll make you a deal. $50k and I'll even keep writing it for you.

I'll take payments.

In other news....

I'll let you know if blondes reallly do have more fun.

If someone buys my blog for $50k, consider me as having the time of my life!

That's hot.

I Need A Vacation...Part Two.

If I can direct your attention to the right of my blog, you will see a countdown clock.

Yes, my friends, I'm headed back to Sin City.

Back to the land of all beach and no ocean. But there are palm trees. And hot sun. And...pools.

Leaving May 16th, staying at Planet Hollywood where all the cool kids stay and coming back May 22nd. And hopefully spending some time with my BFF the fabulous Linda Lou while I'm out there.

I'm ready for a vacation. Mama needs her cocktails by the pool.

In other news, not so good...

My ex's uncle passed away last night. Makes me very sad. He was a very sweet, hilarious man (think Benny Hill not only in looks but personality) and he will be greatly missed. I'll be heading to Canada next week for the funeral.

Also next week, on Tuesday I'm taking Jordan to the University of Cincinnati so we can meet with advisors and stuff about him starting in the fall. I've never been to the campus so I'm excited to see it, and see where my baby will be living for the next four years. (Shut up, I'm ignoring the fact that he isn't going to be living with me. It's not denial, I'm just selective about the reality I accept.)

Hope you all have a fabulous Easter. Anybody got big plans?

Don't mess with my food, people.

Designer fruit? Seriously?

From an ABC news story....

You may have heard of the pluot and the grapple, but now...the pineberry? A summer berry that looks like a white strawberry but tastes like a pineapple is going on sale in the United Kingdom this spring.

The pineberry is white, covered with red seeds and has the same genetic make-up as a strawberry, but has the taste and smell of a pineapple.

Pineberry The British supermarket chain Waitrose will sell the pineberries in 45 stores across the UK for the next five weeks while they are in season.

“Designer fruit” have gained popularity in the last decade, and in the United States alone it has become a $100 million business. These fruits are a product of cross-breeding, not genetic engineering.

The pineberry originated in South America as a wild variety of strawberry, and seven years ago Dutch farmers began growing the fruit commercially in glasshouses. The fruit turns from green to white with dark red seeds when ripe.

If my beloved watermelon turns yellow and becomes a waternana, we're gonna have a problem, folks.

Even sunshine can make me feel dirty.

Apparently they didn't consider the sun when designing this wall...

Anyone want to take a guess where this wall is located?

St. Peter's Basilica in Rome.

Now that's funny--I don't care who you are.

I need it bad. Really, really bad.

Man, do I need a vacation. Somewhere warm. Tropical. White sand, hot sun, and hotter cabana boys.

Mama needs a cocktail at the ocean. 

I really need to get something scheduled so I have it to look forward to, when I am dragging my tired, sorry ass out of bed on Monday mornings.

Seriously, why are Monday's so hard to get up and moving?  I was dragging this morning, and it's not like I was up late.  11:30 maybe.  But 7:30am came awfully fast for me.  I was happily snoozing when my alarm so rudely interrupted me.

Was off Thursday and Friday tending to my patient. Unfortunately he did not drool nor engage in humorous activity while drugged, so I don't have pictures or videos to share. Damn kid, being an adult about things. WTF?

Actually had a great weekend. Just hung out doing some stuff with a friend, nothing newsworthy to report but it was just a nice weekend. Reminded me of some good old days.  Didn't know those still existed for us.

Which one of you out there is good at marketing? I need to figure out how to market my real estate business and start making some damn decent income from it. And I know zip about marketing. Help me! Give me some ideas!

I've got nothing else today. Gotta shake the beige feeling I woke up with. Where's my technicolor attitude?

Really, Ohio?

Is this necessary?



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I have one word for you, son.....

Vicodin.

Jordan is having his wisdom teeth removed today, and as most of us know who have had this done....it's not that much fun.

Translation: Sucks a big one.

I've never been a fan of going to the dentist, and therefore my oral surgeon and I were not the best of friends. After I had my wisdom teeth removed, my face was twice it's size and bruised, and I couldn't move my mouth for a week.

Fortunately that was 30 years ago, and technology has advanced since then.

Regardless, Jordan's oral surgeon has given him a Vicodin prescription, some sort of steriod to keep the swelling down, and an antibiotic to ward off infection.

I'm off work today to take care of him, but I'll be back tomorrow, maybe even with a few pictures snapped while he's sleeping, just to annoy the crap out of him. I'll keep him drugged up and maybe even video him if he's rambling incoherently, just for the fun of it.

I probably just lost Mother of the Year with that statement. Sigh.

So far, so good. 49 is a winner!

My birthday was really great yesterday. Thank you for all of your good wishes and thoughts. And your many "fuck beige" comments. LOL

I had a cazillion birthday comments on Facebook, that was fun. Who knew I had so many friends? Some of which I don't even know?

And my son, who we all know is The Best Kid Ever, sent me these:

Then, if that wasn't enough, he organized a surprise party for me at one of my favorite restaurants with my sisters and some very dear friends. AND he bought my dinner AND made me drink two glasses of wine in the process. LOL

This whole thing with him being an adult and having his own income is working out really well for me now! Thanks, buddy, for taking care of your momma and giving her a wonderful birthday. I did something right in raising you!

And then the topper to my birthday though, was to get the news from my dear friend Sue (you might remember her story in this post) that she is able to have the surgery she needs to keep the liver cancer at bay and give her some very precious time with her family. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your prayers and collective good thoughts for her. It worked!!!!!

So far, 49 is starting out really well. Wouldn't it be great if that was the worst day I'll have this year? That's something to hope for, isn't it?

49 And Beige? Oh, I don't think so!

It's official.

I'm 49 today.

Or as I prefer to think of it....thirty nineteen.

Funny to think it's been almost two years already that I started this blog.

Way back when I was 47 and starting over.

Starting over from a very painful divorce.

Starting over as a shark bait (yes, I'm channeling my inner Jimmy Buffet...)

Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
And you're the only bait in town.

The dating pool was a little scary, the few times I dipped my toe into it over the past few years. Part of that has been my fault, for as much as I've bitched about not meeting the kind of guy I'm looking for, truth is that I haven't been all that attentive when I have. 

Maybe that really isn't my priority after all.

Maybe I'm just looking for excitement in all the wrong places.

I've been talking with one of my friends recently about our lives, and how so often we feel "beige". Not unhappy, not happy. Just....beige.

I don't want to live life as a neutral shade during this second half of mine.

I want to be a vibrant color!

I want to be red! Or hot pink!

And that's my goal for my 49th year. (OK technically I think today starts my 50th year doesn't it? Ugh that hurt just typing it!)

I'm not going to be 49 and Beige.

I REFUSE.

I'm ready to find what makes me tick. What I'm passionate about. Figure out what brings me joy and fills me with light.  (Aside from my kid, that goes without saying that he has been the single best thing about my 48 years of life, or at least the last 19 of them)

I'm ready to wake up every day with an abundance of great things to choose from, to finally create the life I've been "waiting" for all this time..

Yes, waiting.

I feel like I've spent 48 years waiting for an exciting life to start. 

Well guess what, folks.

It starts today.

I'm not 49 and Beige. I never will be, dammit.

I'm 49 and I'm fucking RED HOT.

My future's so bright we all need Gucci shades.

Thanks for being along on this ride with me the past couple of years. Stay tuned, because this year I plan to have lots of new and exciting things to tell you.

Fuck beige.

Finally....

Got the Monte up and running after 5 years of having the engine torn apart.

Man, I've missed it.




Isn't she sweet? Wish I'd gotten her in the divorce!!!!

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I need your collective good thoughts.

You guys know I'm not often "serious" on my blog.

But today, I'm going to ask you for your collective good thoughts and prayers.

It's not for me, but for one of my closest and oldest friends, Sue. We've been thisclose for 30 years now, and have been through it ALL together.

And believe me when I say "all", I mean all! Oh, the stories I could tell....the blackmail we have on each other.

Anyway....

Seven years ago, she was diagnosed with liver cancer. And for those seven years now, it's been "inactive", I guess that's the best way to describe it. No tumor growths, nothing to be too overwhelmed about. She's always known it was there, but as long as tumor markers and tests came back okay, she went on with her life like nothing was wrong.

Now it's become active.

Without putting too much of her personal information on here, the bottom line is that she *may* be approved for a surgery that could keep this at bay for another five years. The hope is that it buys her more time for our amazing cancer researchers to find a cure. She's had all the testing, and she finds out Monday if she is a surgery candidate or not.

So I am asking all 411 of my followers to say a collective prayer for her this weekend. Put those good thoughts out in the Universe that she is able to have this surgery, and buy herself and her family some very precious time.

We vowed many years ago to grow old together, and be hitting on old men in the nursing home after we've outlived our husbands.

I fully intend to hold her to this.

I'm not uber religious but I do believe in the power of prayer. And that our thoughts become actions and deeds. So please keep her in your thoughts this weekend, and let's make this surgery happen.

Thanks, you guys. I have the best followers ever.

Haven't had any of these for awhile....

From my favorite website, Texts From Last Night

(816): They're sharing a mixed drink at a bar with straws...its like a disney movie with booze

(925): While I was dancing with him in my foil dress he said, "You're like a Chipotle burrito. Don't worry, that's the best complement you could get from me."

(732): i need to break up with him. i realized this while i was making a mental grocery list while we were having sex. this is not the first time i've done that.

(832): The last two calls in my phone are dominos and 911. I'm not sure how my night went.

(760): You did not just play the dead husband card again.

(215): How do I put "special brownies" into Weight Watchers?

(201): I just had to take a drug test for my new job. I should have asked them if they could tell me if I were pregnant or not while they were at it and save me the guesswork.

(614): When I got to his place, he served wine and cheese and made me sit on the balcony while he read his poetry to me. He cockblocked himself.

(310): based on the size of her vibrator, i'm going to be a huge disappointment

(610): At what point last night did I start ordering doubles?
(856): Right after we had the just friends talk..

(760): so i hit rock bottom, god threw me a shovel. i continued to dig.

(610): Just saw an old man buy two cases of keystone light, a case of milwaukee's best and a case of icehouse. Degenerate alcoholic or senior citizen of the year?
(1-610): I'm so glad i pay social security

(951): So I just googled the ten commandments... We’re fucked.

(641): Went to the career fair today..I handed out many resumes to find out later that they say I have a bachelor o farts degree...Top that.

(678): How is it that lesbians won't hit on me at a gay club, but they'll hit on me every time I go to Walmart?

(417): My mom is such a hoarder. I found a deer candelabrum last night, it had antlers has candle holders. It was like a redneck menorah.

(714): Peanut butter while high is kinda stressful

(727): I'm at the airport and there's a guy wearing all camouflage to go hunting .. Should I bump in to him and say woahh sorry didn't see you there?

(714): I can't believe I'm wasting this thong on a guy in a sweater vest.

(703): just balanced a champagne glass on my gut. thanks to beer im a living breathing tempur-pedic mattress.

(336): I was to drunk to drive all the way up there, so we just had rough phone sex instead

(484): I wasted my skinny years on you. The least you can do is high five me at the bar

And my personal favorite....

(518): She didn't know my name but she knew I was Canadian so she just called me Canada. It sounded like the national anthem when we were fucking.

Oh Canada! LOL

Thanks, dickwad.

$307.33 to fix the dent some asshole left in my car.

I hope whoever (s)he is, that karma is a far bigger bitch than I ever could be, and pays them back tenfold.

You know, like blowing up the engine in *their* new car.  Or at the very least, allowing some small child who's mommy lets them take the shopping cart to the corral, ram into the side of it and leave a nice mark like what happened to mine.

(I don't know this for a fact but it's too low to be a door ding, so something had to be rammed into it, and since I was only at the grocery store and the nursing home Sunday, I'm guessing it wasn't dear old Mrs. Smith and her walker.).

Seriously, do you know what I could do with that $300?  I sure as shit wasn't planning to donate it to my friendly neighborhood body shop!

Sigh.

Oh well. Deep breath. Relax. Stop making the voodoo doll....

It's only money.

I. Am. Pissed.

Some asshole hit my new car this weekend.

Why do people do that? Damage your car and then take off and not bother to be accountable for it?

Now it will probably cost me several hundred dollars to fix it and it's not even my fault.

Arrrrgh. Fuckers.

In other news...

I got some cool shoes this weekend. Coach tennis shoes. Check 'em out. On sale at Nordstrom's for $69. (Regularly $110 or something)

I have a black Coach purse that matches. Coincedence? I think not.

Some days you've just got to say....hell with it.

This is one of those days.

Happy Friday!

It's official. I have now seen it all.

I thought the woman who squirted breast milk at a police officer was a little whack, but oh no.....this one beats them all.

Man Marries His Pillow (Courtesy of Perez Hilton's website)

Yes, you read that right!

Lee Jin-gyu married his pillow adorned with an image of Fate Testarossa, an anime character.

He organized a special ceremony complete with a local priest and a wedding dress for the pillow. The local media also covered the story. A friend of his says:

"He is completely obsessed with this pillow and takes it everywhere. They go out to the park or the funfair where it will go on all the rides with him. Then when he goes out to eat he takes it with him and it gets its own seat and its own meal."

How very Lars and the Real Girl of him — sounds like he's got some issues!

Issues? ISSUES? The man is in a committed relationship with his PILLOW.

Issues does not even begin to describe his lack of mental stability.

Do you suppose they'll have babies?

Toss pillows? Bolsters?

This is a "must see".

It's no secret how incredibly proud I am of my kid.

(He's the cutie on the right, in case my newbies don't know who he is yet!)

Best. Kid. Ever.

He just updated his blog and I want you guys to see him.

He's lost 90 lbs. now.

I now have 2/3rds of the kid I used to. LOL

So very proud of him.

CLICK HERE

Now, if I could just get him to use spell check when blogging. LOL

Bear with me for a couple of weeks, will ya?

I'm adding the comment verification word thingy here in an effort to get rid of all the spammy comments I'm getting.

I know, I know....

I *hate* the word verification crap too.

I have exited out of my own comments on other blogs because of it, so I know how annoying it is.

I promise it won't be for more than a couple of weeks, until the idiots stop spamming me.

At least I don't have to block my anonymi friends. I love you guys!

I'm getting annoyed which is never a good thing

I'm getting a lot of comments recently.

Just none I will publish.

They are all anonymous and either written in some ridiculous language or are advertisements for something or some other bullshit.

What's with the rash of these things all of a sudden?

I'm contemplating no longer allowing anonymous comments, at least for awhile until the spammers take me off their lists.

Unfortunately, I have a few people who do comment anonymously like my friends Jill, Cassie, "E", Cheri, and some others. I hate to prohibit you guys from leaving me comments but I don't know what else to do at this point.

I can ignore the spam but every time I reject one it pisses me off.

I know Chrissy's blog got hacked last week and I wonder if that's how?

Anyone got any ideas on how to fix this?