While I was here.....

I figured I would share a few random things from the past several weeks....


Questions asked....

Do they use hormones in bioweapons? They should, mine have been deadly lately. If we can get the enemy to bloat, PMS on each other, and cry at every animal cruelty awareness commercial - we should be able to win any conflict.

At McDonald's, does "Unsweet" tea mean "Ignore the hag and give her the sweetest damned concoction we have".....? It must, because 80% of the times I've ordered it the past month (at 5 different locations covering 3 cities) I have gotten the sweetened version. Of course, that usually means that the next response they will get to "Do you want fries with that?" is..... Well, I'll let you fill in that expletive-filled blank.......

Am I the only sane person residing in my home? Let's see.....I am supposed to - in addition to a full time job, shopping, errands, housework, and bill paying - find the time to remind them of every task yet forgive when they still "forget", know everything but never have an opinion, take care of all their "details" but never interfer with their independence, and last but not least....find evenings spent watching Mr. Deb sleep in the recliner fulfilling and never ever miss that opp in order to pursue my own interests. No, I'm not the only sane person in my house.....I'm the crazy one for living there : )

Emotions experienced...

PRIDE in my 15 year old nephew who is in Memphis, TN, undergoing treatment for bone cancer. He is an awesome example of strength and courage.

HEARTBREAK when watching animal cruelty awareness commercials.

BEWILDERMENT at the state of affairs in today's world. Nobel Peace Prizes awarded based on "expectation"? Ecomonic, social, and humanity crisis all over the world while John and Kate dominate headlines and talk shows? A brain trust of supposed financial and leadership wizards that cannot find a way to provide affordable medical care to the population of one of the richest countries in the world. The number of people who find the choice of a cartoon character tattoo a wise one???????

Quotes pondered...

"Oh, I didn't think about that." The response when the bride of a recent wedding I attended was asked what they planned to do with the 50+ fish they bought, put in small bowls, and used as centerpieces for the reception. I can only say that we hope this ability to process and make decisions improves before she has children.

This last one must be prefaced with a bit of explanation. Mr. Deb and I went out for the very rare middle of the week dinner. We went to a local steak establishment where I always get one of the options from the Kids Menu as it is just the right amount of food to have with several beers (which they serve VERY cold). After our meal, the waitor brought the bill which I looked at first. My meal, because it was a Tuesday, was only $2.99. My beer tab, $12.00. (Wouldn't the Excise Man love that : ) I laughed and commented to Mr. Deb, "I'd be a cheap date if I didn't drink." His response....."At this stage in my life I prefer quick and easy to cheap so drink up....."

S.O.S.

First and foremost, I suppose blogging etiquette would beg that I begin this long overdue post with a sincere apology for my absence. So.... I know that it’s been too long....life interferes....computer was broken....I was paralyzed from the neck down.....my dog ate my aircard....whatever.... The important thing is what forced me to find the time to sit down and reach out to my ever-growing following of.....5 people....WTH...damn, that’s sad. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, my emergency... I NEED AN INTERVENTION!!!!!

It’s true. I am sad and humbled at how far I’ve fallen. It’s funny how utter humiliation and degradation can sneak up on you. Here I am – a 42 year old, intelligent professional. I read a variety of authors. My tastes in music are varied and my loyalty to my favorites is absolute. So, this moring, in the car, and on my way to the office – I find my self vulnerable. I don’t have any of my CDs playing - that’s right, no classic rock favorites of Def Leopard, Poison or Boston, no songs from my new interest John Bonamassa, no feel good soul from James Brown or Percy Sledge, not even music from the Daughtry and Theory of a Deadman concert I will be attending in December. None of my “Knights in Shining Armor” were there to intervene.

No, instead I had the radio on. I want to blame the traffic, a lack of sleep, or the resulting overdose of caffeine, but regardless of the cause.....it happened. I, in view of others, while in my car, on the expressway.....discovered.....I was dancing and singing along with Miley Cyrus....Party in the U.S.A. Me, the woman who tried to have the Disney channel blocked from her TV - who almost physically gags of at the thought of mullets and that old “achy breaky heart” – was “noddin’ my head like yea, movin my hips like yea.” I knew the (so called) lyrics! I was feeling the (oh so not original) beat!

I immediately pulled over and “slapped” the radio off and pinched myself to wake from the nightmare. After a few moments, the shaking and chills stopped. My pulse settled back to normal and my eyesight wasn’t blurry any longer. I slowly edged back into traffic and cautiously turned on Disc 3, Track 7 – Pour Some Sugar on Me. Then a Nickelback song – I was still holding up fine. I started to relax. Bad Bad Girlfriend by the Deadman and I was feeling safe again. Confident even. I arrived at work and was walking in, thinking and convincing myself I could handle this on my own. I was okay....(noddin my) No one needed to know (my head like yea) what had happened. It would be (movin my hips) my own dirty secret. (like y........) WTH.....I was doing it again, but his time in my mind. It has managed to reach and contaminate my subconscious. I have to reach out for help. Call L.A. (Losers Anonymous) or the head of S.W.A.A.M. (Society of Women Against Awful Music)! Call somebody; please.....I don’t think I can live like this....