Saturday, November 24, 2007

Day 24: Respectfully submitted...

I received the following narrative (?) from a patient of mine. I typically do not give out my personal email but at the time I did not have a company address and it was easier for us to schedule and stay informed using email.

I have no doubt that she is a decendant of the native people she speaks of. She has a truly Native American name, which I have to withhold because I am posting this without obtaining her permission. I believe in the spirit that I am posting it and the fact that I receive no monetary gain from it, that she would be okay with expanding the circle of people she hoped to share her story with. It made my brain a little bigger...I don't need to agree or disagree. As in most things, it is my job to be present and reconcile a past that I had no part of but may very well include the "sins of my fathers", with the way I live my life today.

*copied from a personal email...

I celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving.
This may surprise those people who wonder what Native Americans think of this official U.S. celebration of the survival of early arrivals in a European invasion that culminated in the death of 10 to 30 million native people.
Thanksgiving to me has never been about Pilgrims. When I was six, my mother, a woman of the Seneca nation, told my twin sister and I not to sing "Land of the Pilgrim's pride" in "America the Beautiful." Our people, she said, had been here much longer and taken much better care of the land. We were to sing "Land of the Indian's pride" instead.
I was proud to sing the new lyrics in school, but I sang softly. It was enough for me to know the difference. At six, I felt I had learned something very important.
As a child of a Native American family, you are part of a very select group of survivors, and I learned that my family possessed some "inside" knowledge of what really happened when those poor, tired masses came to our homes.
When the Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock, they were poor and hungry -- half of them died within a few months from disease and hunger. When Squanto, a Wampanoag man, found them, they were in a pitiful state. He spoke English, having traveled to Europe, and took pity on them. Their English crops had failed. The native people fed them through the winter and taught them how to grow their food.
These were not merely "friendly Indians." They had already experienced European slave traders raiding their villages for a hundred years or so, and they were wary -- but it was their way to give freely to those who had nothing. Among many of our peoples, showing that you can give without holding back is the way to earn respect. Among the Cree, my father's people, they say, when asked to give, "Are we not Cree and alive?" It was believed that by giving there would be enough for all -- the exact opposite of the system we live in now, which is based on selling, not giving.
To the Pilgrims, and most English and European peoples, the Wampanoags were heathens, and of the Devil. They saw Squanto not as an equal but as an instrument of their God to help his chosen people, themselves.
Since that initial sharing, Native American food has spread around the world. Nearly 70 percent of all crops grown today were originally cultivated by Native American peoples. I sometimes wonder what they ate in Europe before they met us. Spaghetti without tomatoes? Meat and potatoes without potatoes? And at the "first Thanksgiving" the Wampanoags provided most of the food -- and signed a treaty granting Pilgrims the right to the land at Plymouth, the real reason for the first Thanksgiving.
What did the Europeans give in return? Within 20 years European disease and treachery had decimated the Wampanoags. Most diseases then came from animals that Europeans had domesticated. Cowpox from cows led to smallpox, one of the great killers of our people, spread through gifts of blankets used by infected Europeans. Some estimate that diseases accounted for a death toll reaching 90 percent in some Native American communities. By 1623, Mather the elder, a Pilgrim leader, was giving thanks to his God for destroying the heathen savages to make way "for a better growth," meaning his people.
In stories told by the Dakota people, an evil person always keeps his or her heart in a secret place separate from the body. The hero must find that secret place and destroy the heart in order to stop the evil.
I see, in the "First Thanksgiving" story, a hidden Pilgrim heart. The story of that heart is the real tale than needs to be told. What did it hold? Bigotry, hatred, greed, self-righteousness? We have seen the evil that it caused in the 350 years since. Genocide, environmental devastation, poverty, world wars, racism.
Where is the hero who will destroy that heart of evil? I believe it must be each of us. Indeed, when I give thanks this Thursday and I cook my native food, I will be thinking of this hidden heart and how my ancestors survived the evil it caused.
Because if we can survive, with our ability to share and to give intact, then the evil and the good will that met that Thanksgiving day in the land of the Wampanoag will have come full circle.
And the healing can begin.

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Friday, November 23, 2007

Day 23: Black Friday

Thanks Halley! Much love!

Wow this is it. I made it big time. I am typing a guest blog for thee Erin Meara. This feeling must be comparable to a stay at home mother having a personal recipe published in a Martha Stewart cookbook. Yay me!!!

Well, it is Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. Some will say that this is Black Friday… I however call this date - November 23rd. The next Holiday will be Christmas…. if you celebrate that day. Luckily I personally do celebrate this holy day, so everyone please send me a gift.

One would think that Christmas occurred on Thanksgiving Day in the manner stores have been advertising their Christmas figurines and accessories. My mind cannot remember witnessing a display of paper pilgrims and turkeys this year at a local store. (I guess I have seen this at a hunting store I recently visited though.) Heck, if you want to experience Thanksgiving decorations, one must visit a local grade school. I am sure that we all have made Pilgrim people sometime in our life…. and teachers are still making students do it.

Speaking of decorations, I have seen Christmas decorations for sale since Halloween!!! It is just not right seeing Saint Nichols statues standing next to the Grimm Reaper. This is like cutting grass at an Amish cemetery with a gas lawn mower. It just ain’t right.

The best day to look forward to after Christmas is simply the day after Christmas!! Why one may ask? Last year I went to the local Wally World after Christmas and could not believe the number of people returning their Christmas Trees. I did not think that Wal-Mart would accept Christmas Trees as returnable items but they were doing it. I guess that Wal-Mart never deviates from their slogan, “We will take anything back, no questions asked.” I know that this is true as there is a Hasher here in Saint Louis employed at a Wal-Mart. People have returned items with Garage/Yard Sale stickers placed firmly on the items!! Even though Wal-Mart does not sell that particular brand of product, and there is no receipt… she is forced to accept it and refund the customer money that a similar item does cost.

Well, I had better get to work. There is nobody here today. I am hoping to get off early.

Halley’s Comet

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Day 21: I heart quotes.

Go ahead.

Read between the lines.

W. H. Auden
In those whom I like, I can find no common denominator; in those whom I love I can: they all make me laugh.

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

Albert Schweitzer
In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

And this sounds to me like a great Thanksgiving blessing:

May you not become too concerned with material matters, but instead place immeasurable value on the goodness in your heart. Find time each day to see beauty and love in the world around you. Realize that each person has limitless abilities, but each of us is different in our own way. What you feel you lack in the present may become one of your strengths in the future. May you see your future as one filled with promise and possibility. Learn to view everything as a worthwhile experience. May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on another's judgment of your accomplishments. May you always feel loved.


Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Day 20: Why do you hate, Fatty?

Well, I know that looks bad. But one of my favorite sport bloggers calls himself Fatty and his blog title is Fat Cyclist. And I'm going to call him Fatty too...not because he's fat, [he's not, unless you're an elite cyclist...which he's NOT] and I'm jealous because when he throws words around, people [like cycling apparel shops whose stuff is usually way out of my price range] send him FREE STUFF. Which, in all honesty he usually gives away, but STILL.

His blog has a fun boys-club feel and the places he does his thing make for incredible photos. And never fails to remind me why I have stayed off the singletrack. I need my clavicles intact should I decide to actually get in the pool again this winter. right. soon.

I liked this open letter to triathletes. Not everyone is a fan, apparently. [I'm pretty sure his tongue was firmly in cheek here...]

In other news...I will be having a guest blogger on Friday! One of my favorites from the hasher family has graciously offered to lend his talents while I'm internet challenged and quite possibly hungover.

Happy Tuesday!

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Monday, November 19, 2007

Day 19 (this shouldn't count though): My hero

To check out a REAL writer....go


Hey, I get to say I KNOW him [squeal!] when he gets a rich and famous and I have to stalk HIM instead of Jen Lancaster at a book signing.

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

Day 18: Please Pass...

...the Ibuprofen. Movin kinda slow.

I believe I may opt out of my own version of NaBloPoMO or whatever it's called.

I like the idea of writing every day. But when I feel like I've had to chose between blogging and reading to my girls or responding to personal emails it's not as much fun.

And when I travel to WI at the end of the high speed internet.

Wha? No. Fer Real, yo.

Blog pimp'n will continue though! There's some good stuff out there!

goodnight y'all!

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Saturday, November 17, 2007

Day 17: Ummm....yeah.



Roughly 7.5 miles.

Total time on trail: 1:50. Average heart rate over that time: 174. Maximum heartrate: 196. So. Yeah.

I'm pretty sure there was gorgeous scenery. Beautiful cliffs and bluffs looking out over the Mississippi River through trees and a kalidoscope of red, orange and yellow leaves. Fresh air.

I have never seen anything like that in my life. Hills. Leaves up to mid calves, hiding holes, rocks and roots of huge trees. One foot in front of the other. I discovered it's more efficient to "march" and sort of chop-step up vertical hills rather than stride.


Every year during this race, a guy sits on top of one of the huge rocks at one of the steeper parts that is usually covered with wet leaves, snow or ice...sometimes all three. He rings a bell and keeps a talley [by yelling] of the number of people [out of 600] who have fallen in that spot. Betsy said she was number 116 last year.

There was fellow hasher there, 15+ years older than me...early on we were "chatting" [grunting one syllable words] and he said "It's not so much running as it is 'up-tempo' hiking." "Ugh", I said.

Scary thing? Check.

You know how you can see the trail? How the leaves are green and still on the trees? Today...not so much.

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Friday, November 16, 2007

Day 16: I Just Wanna Live While I'm Alive

Step away from the hairspray....

I mentioned I'm going to go play in the woods tomorrow. *ahem* It's been a long time since I tested my limits. Tomorrow will be one of those days. Must remember health insurance card.

This is the first song on my iPod. Go loud or go home.

Like Kristen says...I'm gonna eat those hills for breakfast...

"Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down"

My anthem. For tomorrow anyway.

Did you do your scary thing?

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

Day 15:I ran today

Finally, a minute to breathe. But I’m so darn distracted. I’ve even started running without my iPod; I used to welcome the distraction of the noise but lately it adds to the chaos. I run to the cadence of my thoughts.

I haven’t talked much about racing or training…I prefer to read about it HERE because I’ve fallen off the wagon a bit. But the steady drum beat of adrenaline that echoes my heartbeat is getting a little louder. That usually means it’s time to start thinking about getting some motivation on my calendar. I can again picture myself gritting my teeth as I sit on the edge of the pool dreading that initial cold shock that makes getting out of a warm bed nearly impossible. I become aware of what I’m putting in my body…is it fuel or a temporary fix? I want the feeling of fluid mobility that is still possible in a 36 year old body that sags and jiggles and is best appreciated in low lighting but is still in shape.

Sometimes I feel a little like I’m acting like a drug pusher…

“Do this…and trust me, you’ll LOVE it.”

It’s just that it’s within everyone’s reach. And if you’re going to be addicted to something…let it be forward motion or the reward of struggling under your own power. I am convinced that training and competing in something…anything…is the fountain of youth and a prophylactic for mental illness. Just sayin.

There are two races on the books actually. The running kind. Full of kryptonite [hills].

The first, HERE, is a bragging rights race. I was standing next to a fellow hasher…who recently ran the Milwaukee Lake Front Marathon [slacker, no?], who said about this race,

“I didn’t train for it and about halfway in, I prayed for death. Anything had to be better than what I was doing.”

That from someone who ran trail on Halloween in a huge box decorated like a chinese take out box (he’s Chinese…lovely un-PC hashlike behavior) and routinely flies by me, and makes it look like I’m standing still. Check out the elevation….almost 1000 feet of gain in about a half mile. Gah! I say all that because myself and a couple of girls I race with are making the trip to the park this Saturday morning to do the loop. It’s around 7.5 miles and we're planning on starting at 8:30am. I’m bringing a flashlight, just in case, I don’t make it out before dark. Might seem excessive to those not running but I’m not sure I’m joking. I've heard it's brutal and probably just the kick in the pants that I need.

The second is called the River to River Relay held somewhere in Il in April. It's an 80 mile relay race with 8 members to a team, each running 3 legs of varying lengths. It takes all day. The other team members "sag" in a rented and decorated van. The team I was invited to participate on is made up of hashers...we may be silly and run for beer but there are actually some very seasoned and FAST runners. We've got a good mix. My biggest worry? Are there porta potties?

I talk with a friend of mine about "Doing something the scares you, every day". Those are two things that are definitely out of my comfort zone. And Saturday, when the four of us girls trudge up and down some insane hills in the woods, I get credit for doing something scary.

But the reward? Is eternal youth. I hope that when I'm 80, I will remember how it felt to have my heart pounding in my ears, and to run, skip, slide down the hills just on the edge of being out of control. I'll never cover ground very fast but don't doubt I can move this body forward.

The other reward? The sleep that comes with being utterly exhausted.

Do that thing that scares you.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Day 14: I ran out of hours in the day...AGAIN

Tri-geek returns tomorrow.

Until then....BLOG PIMP!


She reminds me of the coolest sister in law ever.

Excuse me while I go find my Sharpie.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Day 13: It's all Relative

Time needs to slow the hell down. I can’t catch up. It makes my brain hurt and I get clumsy and cranky. I forget to hear my babies when they tell me their stories and I sweat the small stuff. I don’t do anything well.

So, aren’t you glad I’m posting today?

I wanted to let you in on my big news…although back in the comments section a few days ago…JJ certainly threatened to let the cat out of the bag. I AM going to Korea to retrieve my Jen. Enough with the cigs and the squid and the gay arms and the dongs and the drunken emails. [Korea sounds fun, but it ain’t no Missouri….]

No really. I realized that “big news” is sort of relative, or maybe subjective. (?) This realized after a phone call from a friend wondering what my big news is…

A few minutes after I posted yesterday…

“Hey! So what’s your big news?”

“Well hi, nosey one, I thought you were calling to say hello!?”

“I DID, now what’s the news?”

“I took a new job!”




“Great! I thought maybe you were engaged or something exciting like that.”

Good Lord.


Monday, November 12, 2007

Day 12: Guest Blogger Saves the Day!!

Thanks DS for sending this...I no doubt would have boohoo'd at the sight of this.

Note: If you have ever been to a movie theater on a US military base, the National Anthem is played before the movie.

I recently attended a showing of "Superman 3" here at LSA Anaconda. We have a large auditorium we use for movies as well as memorial services and other large gatherings. As is the custom back in the States, we stood and snapped to attention when the National Anthem began before the main feature. All was going as planned until about three-quarters of the way through the National Anthem the music stopped.

"Now, what would happen if this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States? I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude comments, and everyone would sit down and call for a movie. Of course, that is, if they had stood for the National Anthem in the first place.

"Here, the 1,000 Soldiers continued to stand at attention, eyes fixed forward. The music started again. The Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention. And again, at the same point, the music stopped. What would you expect to happen? Even here I would imagine laughter as everyone sat down and expected the movie to start.

"Here, you could have heard a pin drop. Every Soldier stood at attention. "Suddenly there was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the voices of a thousand Soldiers. 'And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say does that star- spangled banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.'

It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq; I wanted you to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you here."

Secret revealed tomorrow! My big news! No more waiting!

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Sunday, November 11, 2007

Day 11: With minutes to spare...things are not always as they appear

The flailing of the first minute or two, combined with the song, is a little hard to watch, but with about 5 minutes left there's a moment when he spins the canvas...that will take your breath away. And I guarantee you'll watch it through to the end.


Saturday, November 10, 2007

Day 10: A Stronger and More Hopeful Nation

Interesting quote I came across today:

"We also have essential responsibilities here at home, the unfinished work of American freedom. In a world moving toward liberty, we are determined to show the meaning and the promise of liberty. The greatest strength of America is the heart and soul of the American people. Every time a volunteer reaches out to a neighbor in need, our nation grows stronger and more hopeful."

Today was a good day. I woke up in my favorite place. The girls and I had a little adventure and took the light rail train here in St. Louis, the Metrolink, downtown to see the Veteran’s Day Parade. I have talked before about how unapologetically patriotic I am. I hope to pass love of country and the utmost respect for those who defend it and the sacrifices of their families along to my girls. I was so proud of them today as they stood with strangers and listened to the stories of some of the soldiers that were honored. Then they stood with me along the parade route and clapped and waved and said “Thank You” to at least 3 generations of veterans of the last 5 wars and countless other conflicts.

We arrived late morning to the soldiers memorial under canopy of bright orange and red leaves that were also laid out like a carpet to greet us. We listened to a local father and son’s story about how they flew fighter missions together. They declined the option to be separated on their dangerous missions. Their pride in each other was palpable. It is impossible to know for sure if they believe in their mission. But they believe they are fighting for our country and talked about how all along the path to the war zone was the message that the responsibility they accept is huge and that they never, ever take that for granted.

I wish I could understand why I have such a strong reaction to all things patriotic. The national anthem is often my favorite part of sporting events and when it’s sung before a race that I’m participating in it feels like a prayer to me. It makes me stand a little straighter and reminds of how grateful I am to have the opportunities that I have.

As the fresh faces of the ROTC groups and the enlisted men and women in their parade dress passed by in the company of proud, more seasoned veterans the only word that comes to mind is “heart swell”. I don’t even know if that’s a word. But that’s the only way I can describe the good feeling I was left with while honoring all those men and women today. There were SO many decorated soldiers it was impossible to say thank you to all of them. So we made eye contact with the ones we could. Polished color guards from all branches. Bearded Vietnam Veterans with vests and patches and braids down their backs. Stoic Korean war veterans also holding POW/MIA flags. Stooped and sometimes shuffling older generations who sharply saluted my girls as they drove by. And the several thousand Harley Davidson club members made sure they would not be ignored. [Not a great pic, but you get the idea...about 6 city blocks full of bikes 3 across)

It felt like the right place to be today. Maybe living in the vicinity of an Air Force base and a larger city means that I have more exposure to volunteers who get the call. Hashing actually started at military bases overseas so it’s no wonder that two from the hasher family are heading into the danger zone in the next few weeks. It’s easy to forget when it’s not front page news all the time, but so important to remember. Angels on shoulders.

Oh, and that quote up there? The 43rd President of the United States. George W. Bush.

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Friday, November 09, 2007

Day 9: Cuz i got nothing else....

The Names of Snow White's Seven Dwarfs After Being Prescribed Paxil, Ritalin, Prozac,
Lithium, Provigil,and Benadryl.

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Thursday, November 08, 2007

Day 8: Hash trash counts, right?

Looking for a good time? Google Hash House Harriers and a big city near you. Guaranteed you'll find a bunch of half-minds who follow a bunch of silly traditions and run for beer. All you need is a coupla bucks, some old shoes and a really good sense of humor.

Here's the deets from last night...

In spite of many hashers having heavy hearts, about two dozen frozen and shivering half minds circled to celebrate friendship, exercise, Dos Hixxies virgin lay *ahem* and of course, beer. While latecomer Halley's Comet got naked in Deavers parking lot, a toilet paper-waving Duzzy gave the chalk talk for our lone virgin who patiently waited until Duzzy used up ALL his flour to say he would not be running trail. Wanker! DMB…there’s your missing nomination!

At some point the hares vanished into thin air and left dazed and confused hashers stumbling around the parking lot looking for dots. In fact, several hashers were certain the hares were probably just sitting at the bar. But Pornogenic, with her keen eye, found the Biggest True Trail mark ever, so huge we could have tripped over it, and we were on our way. It was an okay trail, I suppose, with lots of light, not a single check, no TP, no hills and absolutely no sawdust shiggy. Definitely, just another shitty trail.

Our fearless leader, thick-skinned Meta turned the circle into a “Do It Yourself” exercise in Religious Advising. No one had a November birthday. No one could remember significant runs. No one zenned or got lost. No one is traveling to a foreign country next week. We sang several songs more than once. Pornogenic sang all her favorite songs.

There were several hashshit nominations, however they were all for DMB. There were at least four…the two I remember were for Mistaking Nurse Hashshit for Meta on trail (or the other way around) and for DMB trying to nominate someone else but, for once, not being able to come up with another nomination! They were voted on and since there was a four-way tie it was suggested that it be decided by trial by down-down. Since there was no plunger, nor other hashshit, DMB resorted to filling her own vessel and in the end, the hashshit went to ….DMB. And in true “Do It Yourself” fashion, the tune was, “Do My Butt” (do my butt, do my butt, butt, butt) And in true DMB fashion, she forgot her cranium gear and had to drink…AGAIN. We swang ‘ro and the few that weren’t frozen solid, commenced to the on-after for more beer and a chance to relieve Deavers of most of their salt and pepper shakers. Which more than likely ended up in Just Mindy’s purse, since PMS was not in attendance.

In a rare moment of seriousness we remembered a fellow hasher, R U Shittin Me, who was loved by many and will undoubtedly be long remembered for the warm hospitality he showed the Big-Humpers for their annual campout. We sang a few tunes, raised our vessels and hoped that when it was all said and done, that he finished his beer.

On-[to not getting arrested Sat.] -On,


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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Day 7: I can still feel the lighter burn on my fingers...

I wish I had time today to write it's a teaser. I will make time tomorrow.

I totally stole this idea from the blog I'm pimp'n today.

Badger Meets World

But her video gave me goosebumps. The sound of his voice immediately delivers me back 20 odd years ago. And always with a smile and a sigh. The soundtrack to most of my adult life is set to....

I will not apologize.

And the Raised On Radio concert in 1986 was my first, and therefore, BEST concert ever. I even saw them a few years ago without Steve Perry [collective gasp] and they were STILL awesome.

If for some reason this does not totally (like, fer sure) make you reach for the hairspray and a Bic lighter, I'm sorry, we can no longer be friends.

It's all about the Naked [not the nekkid] here in Dorkville.

What are your guilty pleasures?


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Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Day 6: Saved from blathering nonsense by a scheduled blogger outage!

Because I have NOTHING to add. Well, of course I do. I'm just so exhausted that it's hard to breathe.

My sister-friend JJ summed it up perfectly for us...

She remarks, "You are good birth control."

Indeed, I believe I probably am. My warm fuzzies have all dried up and flown away today. My patience has taken leave.

The good news is, it can be fixed with a good sleep. And when my boy smiles at me. Two things that are overdue.

So until I recharge, go check out JJ's thoughts. She's way too damn far away. Korea should really be in Iowa.


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Monday, November 05, 2007

Day 5: The One Where I Ran My A$$ Off All Day

Seriously. Enough with the neverending list of things to do.

So, *sigh*. Big news forthcoming. But until then...

I am hosting another girl scout meeting tomorrow. It will be very lame and I will explain how my meeting idea got pimped tomorrow I suppose. But you all remember what happened LAST TIME I HOSTED A MEETING.


So, since it's Monday, not Tuesday, like I's the mother, sister, wife, daughter I want to be when I grow up. So beautifully human, that one.
A few of my favorites...


I read this on a very pivotal day...and I will be forever grateful for the laughter through tears on that morning.


And for good mommies everywhere in charge of the wind and the rain and the sun that turns into our precious children...


My butts goin to bed. I have glue to sniff tomorrow night.

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Sunday, November 04, 2007

Day 4: I wonder if Rock Stars get up for Ibuprofen and go straight back to bed?

Courtesy of "Just Brenda"...

"How did Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?"

"He for got to wrap his Whopper."

I can't post Just Paula's joke, because "It just ain't right...".

Other things overheard at the Cheesehead Hash...

"Please pass the schnapps!" "Start Suckin!"

"Just Brenda and Just Paula in the circle for having the same haircuts!"


"Waukesha sucks!"

No Dead Squirrel, "58" doesn't beat ANYTHING in Mexican.

I also had to say, out loud, several times that there is "No Puking in the Mommymobile." Ever.

I'm sure I'm forgetting a ton but a couple of 36 yr old moms partied like we said we would. Like ROCKSTARS. And then Paula got up and ran 5 miles. Like a ROCKSTAR in training. I opened up a diet coke and waited for the icepick to stop stabbing my left eyeball.

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Saturday, November 03, 2007

Day 3: And Plenty Of Sleep!

I slept for 9 straight hours last night.

That means I can party like a rock star tonight!

Saturday is a hashing day!

Oh, there will be pictures of azzchaps. Or assless chaps.

And speaking of someone who I'm sure has worn a pair or two, ....


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Friday, November 02, 2007

Day 2: Yay for Friday

I be blog-pimpin. In the event that I run out of nonsense. I see that happening about tuesday. But there's some good stuff out check it!
(My apologies to the authors if I can't get the linky thing right. I'm on it!)


At the top of my link list. Nuff said. I LOVED her recent post about Halloween. And I actually sent her an email that told her that as much as I liked her writing...the fact that in all of her photos her floors are spankin clean, makes me want to lick them. Funny...I didn't hear back.

It's been a busy week. Maybe big news soon! But not yet! I'm not very patient about waiting! Must! Know! Now!

So it's a good thing the girls are in for the weekend. :) Azzchaps! I highly recommend the nudie picture game if you ever find yourself in a bar with a Megatouch monitor. I told you Missouri is fun.

Here's a picture of the goblins in their Halloween costumes. I might add that I MADE the ghost costume (two years ago?) and it came together perfectly (NOT) the first (really...the third) time I put it together with the help of my very handy (thread-eating) sewing machine while humming (cussing a blue streak and crying) the Sound of Music (Monster Ballad CD) soundtrack.

And then I made a 5 course meal right after I ironed the sheets.

Bwaahaahaa! [evil laughter]

Thursday, November 01, 2007

A Challenge...

I can't for the life of me remember the acronym for the National Blogging Month whatever. NaBloPoMo??? I don't know...and there's too much clicking involved to get it right. So, good start yes?

The idea is to blog every day for the month of November. I did not officially sign up (I suppose there's prizes or publishing deals or something) but I'm going to give it a shot. I know I don't have all that much to say. But I'll try and get my funny on and see what happens.

Any suggestions? Anything you're dying to know?

My girls are coming this weekend! :) I'm so excited. There will be toasted raviolis and shopping and Cheesehead Virgin hashing and Schnapps (which reminds me...) and some wineries.

Missouri is FUN, y'all.

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