Thursday, January 22, 2009

Ya know when they say that Walmart carries something for everyone, they ain't a kidding! They even care Valentines gifts that your stalker can purchase for you!! True story!

They have these gorillas, stuffed hearts etc that play you songs. Songs that are what I call, "Stalkery".

For instance, on the gorilla if you push his hand he plays Blondies, "One way or another". Let's think about this a minute.. "One way or another, I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya, one way or another" or her line "I will drive past your house, and if the lights are all down, I'll see who's around" STALKER! Of course, all the gorilla plays is "One way or another, I'm gonna find you , I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya one way or another". Still... very odd.

Odder yet! The stuffed heart when pressed in the center that plays Animotions, "Obsession".."I will have you Yes I will have you I will find a way and I will have you Like a butterfly A wild butterflyI will collect you and capture you" Seriously dude..

I've never really understood the obsession (yes, pun intended) with these songs! So now they're making money off of all the psych patients in the world that buy these for their "loves". Just weird!

Some of my favorite stalker songs?

1. Aforementioned-- One way or another by Blondie (we all love to scream/sing this song especially the part that says, "I'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food get lost in the crowd" Fun!

2. Two Steps Behind by Def Leppard

3. Stalker By Goldfinger (just cause of the name alone! lol)

4. Right Here Waiting For you by Richard Marx (and we all slow danced to this song in high school! HELLOOO!!!!)

5. Come To My Window by Melissa Etheridge (still a rocking song, no matter!)

So, for all you stalkers, head to walmart and get your stalkee a Valentines present!

Peaceout Girlscout

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Sexy men?? Who says??

Today I was looking at the cover of an old People magazine.. You know the one, the one with the "Sexiest men". I'll give them Hugh Jackman.. he is.. but only for the reasons I'll list a bit further down.

I don't see some of them. They're just "pretty boys". I haven't decided if it's the Ky girl in me, or if it's the way "I'm made".

As you all know, I hate dressing up.. I love casual, I like shorts, t shirts, jeans, Nikes, flip flops, or NO SHOES at all! I like camping, and riding motorcycles, and things like that. Opera and Symphony?? Really not my cup of tea.

Anyway.. I got to thinking, so what do I think is sexy? When I was in high school (before I really really knew what sexy was) I would have said, Patrick Swayze, Kevin Bacon, Bruce Springsteen (and yes, he's still sexy, cause he still fits my "idea of sexy".)

Now I'm 38 and I think I know what Sexy means to me. It means, rugged. Yep, rugged. You know, Carhart coats and bibs, not tuxes and Ralph Lauren slacks, laugh lines, a five o'clock shadow, trucks, salt and pepper hair, a working man, not one that has hired hands, laughter, a man with some meat on his bones! I just couldn't hardly find any men in that magazine that fit that profile! Except, Hugh Jackman. I'm not a Hugh Jackman fan, but at least he fit it (except his eye color, but that's just a personal choice of mine) What I did find is some "pretty men". Oh yes, there is a huge difference! I don't mean, oh-my-god-Bret-Michaels-looks-prettier-in-his-make-up-than-I-do kind of pretty, I just mean pretty to look at. But not to play with. ;) Example? Shamar Moore, Robert Buckley, Matt Damon. Ohh and who said David Beckham was sexy? ew. (again, personal choice)

I'd kinda like to see People Magazine do an expose' on what they think is Romantic! I bet they'd come up with silly things like Roses, wine, dancing, candle-lit dinners. When real women know that this stuff is nice.. cheesey.. but nice. Not Romantic. Romantic is the way he is with dogs, kids, old people.. the way he picks up when not asked to, the way he hugs, the way he touches, the way he looks at you and you KNOW he's crazy about you.. the way he keeps the yard nice and above all else, the most Romantic thing he can do... put the seat down. Ahhhh my fluttering heart!

Maybe I'm a rarity in my thoughts, but I don't think so. I think most normal women want the same man I've described. Not one that's pretty, but one that's fun to play with.

Peaceout Girlscout

Monday, January 19, 2009

I'm a rambling woman..........

I have the same question as everyone else on planet Earth. "How's come when something goes wrong it multiplies into other things going wrong?" (my H.S English teacher, Donna Wear would be so proud of that sentence!)

Isn't that true though? You can never have just one thing happen at a time! Ashton's car broke down (yet again.. fricking Dodge vehicles grrr) Car Insurance and everybody and their brother is due allll at the same time, trying to sell a camper worth 24,000.00 and people want to give me 8000.00. Bite me. Brad's company shut down for a few weeks so no pay there. Braces, senior pictures, graduation invitations, class ring,car insurance, health insurance, wisdom teeth getting cut out (1700.00) ouch!, higher gas, water, electric and cable bills!! ARGH! Someone remind me why I don't drink!?! Or at the very least tell me where to get one of those money trees that I just know my parents had at one time! :)

On the other hand.. the weather here last week was crap. Wednesday on the way to work I was so close to a car accident that I had to pick car parts off the front of my car in order to continue on my way to work. I was shaking so badly that I was trying to figure out how to drive my stick-shift car! The next day, Thursday on the way to work I witnessed an accident that killed a mother and her 12 year old son (they were from Kankekee Illinois, traveling through here to Delaware and she drove up under a stopped semi going 70 mph). I called Brad afterwards (yeah, cause that's safe) and told him, "Those poor people are dead. There is no way anyone survived that. The Grand Am they were in is gone.. nothing left but part of the back seat and the trunk." Turns out the woman's 6 year old daughter and her fiance' were both in the back seat and both survived. So that haunts me. The little girl seeing what happened to her mother and brother. All I could do was say a prayer as I drove by, and all day long. It's all I thought about.

So I guess the moral of the story is, no matter what bills are coming due that I can't pay, no matter how bad of a day I have at work (and I rarely have a bad day at work, because I choose not to!), or no matter that Brenna has the flu and Ashton has a cold so severe that I wouldn't recognize her on the phone! or that Brad's company has them cut down to just a few days a week, only enough to pay health insurance and 401K (which has really been bit in the butt as of late) that I have my life, and the life of my girls. For that I'm thankful.

Speaking of Thankful....

I got an email from a girl I went to high school with. Really made my day. Maybe she realized I'm a pretty cool chick! lol Here's a short excerpt from her email , "I loved you and Edie's High School post, I started to answer it but I think the majority of the answers would have been N/A due to me being way to uptight or judgmental at the time. If only I could go back and change that." (She's referring to a post on facebook). Anyway.. that got me thinking.... (scary I know)

There are a handful of people that I have always despised from High School. Listen, these people made it their life mission to make my life hell. They succeeded. I was miserable. They even went on to change my name in the yearbook to some fake name that they say I made up (I did not)(They were on the yearbook staff). So even in my yearbook when I go back to look at group pictures, say pep band etc It says a fake name, not mine, where my name should be. They would go up and down the halls and bark at me and call me a dog. I was so sad. The one thing I did was to hold my head up and give them the proverbial bird. But I will say and freely admit to the fact that that bullying has bothered me for 24 years. I'm trying very hard to figure out how to forgive them. Oh, no not to their face, I could care less. I need to forgive them for me. I'm gonna work on that. Anybody got a giant eraser or a time machine I can borrow?! :)

Anyway.. haven't blogged in forever so thought I would pop on for a few. Thanks for the email today... you know who you are.

Peaceout Girlscout