I'll let you know how I make out
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year.
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange
-I make no promises as to timeliness
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to put this in your journal as well. We all can make stuff!
Also, you will have to give me an address to send said "stuff" to.
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I was cc’d on this, was sent to santaclauss@northpole.com
Cousin Santy,
Please be advised that even though your books show this young lady to have been bad all year long I need to help you get your books in order. What your books show is not really true. I think the Grinch has had a Gremlin secretly erasing the good Karen has accomplished and re-writing bad stuff about her. I know this young lady and I can confirm she has been good. Please see to it she has a good holiday.
Thanks
Cousin Butch
- Location:work
Soooo, I was being super mom last night making cupcakes for my daughter’s chorus program tonight and I realized I was out of butter. You can't make cupcakes without butter. I peeled off the jammies, threw on the jeans and drove to the inconvenience store next to my house. They didn’t have butter or margarine. Perhaps that is why I can’t bring myself to call it a convenience store. On to the next store. While waiting in line, I spot “Silver Bells” scratch tickets. This just happens to be the name of the song I am singing with Emma tonight. I bought 3 of them and won $100.00!
Thanks shitty store next to my house! Thanks fate! Thanks for randomness! And thank you, Tiny Tim!
Now I am thinking about what Super Hero I want to be when I grow up. Something Wonder Woman-ish for sure
I said a whole bunch of crap to Mark's ex-girl friend/friend while I was drunk and now I feel like Homer Simpson (thinking I am cool when I am really UN cool) and I wish I could just take my mouth like a vacuum and suck all the words back up. But I can't.
I mean, I really didn't say anything too bad, but I am sure I sounded like a complete tool. Blah Blah Blah
Then I start to think that all the choices I have ever made are wrong. You know, CAUSE I AM A NUTCASE.
Anyways, this isn't helping, so I am going to a long walk on the treadmill.
Smell me later!
WOW
I love her even though she smells like poop sometimes. She likes to sleep in her litter box. And she " buries" her food, water, or litter box, by pawing at the walls. I always say "good job" even though I know she is not doing a good job. She is clearly not hiding anything. Stupid cat.
I am bringing E to overnight camp today. She is so excited! I wish I could go, too. I like camp and I wish I could just go do that as a job. I told Mark once he is making big $$, that is the plan. I am going to go find a low paying job that I love. But not today, not anytime soon.
I wish I could make some thoughts here, but that's not going to happen. I need to go read and make my brain feel like a brain again. Have a great day next week!
The best part of being involved in any play is that feeling that you are part of something much bigger than yourself. This experience is really making me feel like I am part of the community. Life is kinda crazy these days and getting to a place where you can give back feels really good. It makes me think about how lucky I am. I promise not to let any stupid crap muck up my thinking for at least one week.
You can pretend you are not jealous, but we all know the truth.
I was watching Idol last with Emma. This is our Tuesday night ritual. We go upstairs and hang out with Cyndi. We try to talk and watch TV at the same time. Real family bonding! So we are talking and making fun of the Idol contestants and I mention Hanson. Emma had no idea who or what I was talking about. She has never heard MMM Bop! I don’t know what this means. Am I that old? Is she that young? Either way, I thought that was pretty damn funny.
Then on the way to work I put in a copulation cd and guess what was on it? Yup, MMM Bop. How could that not make you smile a little? I mean, carpe diem! Because in an MMM Bop, it could be gone.
ps-I know I am a huge geek
Things have been really busy and I haven't really had any good stories to share.
Um, ok, I see your point, my stories are rarely good.
Anyhoo, I love you guys!
i love you
just please don't let me down
i can't take
anymore
heartache
~insert some thing clever here~**
i always make you proud
so what if i make a mess of things?
sometimes...
looking at me
you can't always see
inside to the colored glass
*I just saw Music & Lyrics and realized...I was born to be a Lyricist! Please send good music w/out words to karennkie@gmail .com & I will make your crap a crappy song.
Mark just found out he has high blood pressure. Really high. He has a monitor & now I am helping him plan meals based on the DASH diet. It's hard for this guy to fill up on veggies after years of eating processed foods. Any recipe ideas are welcome. Last night I made fish & mashed potatoes. Tonight it's shepard's pie with turkey & summer veggies. I am going to make him tuna fish today with celery, onions, low fat mayo, & a dolip of non fat plain yogurt. I might even throw in some chili powder for the old man. I had him shop for all the food last night, so I can teach him not to be fooled by things labeled "organic" and "low fat". He needs to start looking that the labels so he knows what the heck he is buying. He is scared, it is pretty high. It's weird, he works ot at least 4 times a week. I guess it's just that his diet is really bad.
Here is a quick blurb to get you up to speed
Mark went to Texas for the weekend, Emma went to her dad's, I spent most of the weekend laying on the couch, watching Law & Order CI.
I am just so fucking tapped out. All I wanted to do was eat and sleep. My sleep patterns are way out of wack, so really the only good part was the food. Man, leave me alone for two days and I fall right back into the pattern! Between work, Mark, Emma, and keeping 30 year old family secrets, I don't have a lot of time to relax. Maybe what I need to do is re-define what relaxation means to me. I had more fun at the movies tonight with Emma than I did all weekend. (I don't care what anyone tells you, Sydney White was cute & campy.)
Anyhoo, I don't want to spread around the misery, so let's keep this short.
Mark is coming home tonight, thank god. I haven't really been able to relax with out him here. Emma is in the shower, when she gets out we are going to watch Teen Witch. After that, I have to get lunches and all that shit ready. Is this what life is? Lunches, movies, & ironing pants?
I hope life isn't a joke, cause man, I don't get it
i will drive totally out of my way to get pizza from village house. i grew up on it & it's the best pizza ever
i still love (almost) every guy i ever dated.
mark just brought me home a soft serve ice cream! i have been craving one since memorial day
i drink at least once a week, but not more than 3. that would make me an alcoholic
kids seem drawn to me in public places. they always waive or smile. it's like they know i am one of them
i love my cat more than some people that are my blood relatives
vivid dreams keep me up at night-a lot
my mother is my best friend and my nemesis at the same time
stray blacks cat make me nervous (until i get to know them)
em saved my life & does so every day
i like to watch "reality tv"- but will lie about it in social situations
i have broken all of my fingers at least once
decoupage is my favorite form of art
i secretly believe i have been put on this earth for a reason that will affect all of mankind.
if anyone knows what it is, please e mail me
xoxox
ps: fuck spell check
