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Surf's Up

Sunday, February 6, 2011

I told you I was going to attempt. I did more than attempt, I DID IT! I surfed!!

I was pretty freaked out at first. I mean, hell I'm 48, what on God's green Earth made me think I could even get up?

I had a great instructor named Lopaka. He was a handsome young man, and just as nice as he could be. He's a native Hawaiian. He's in the Navy as a rescue swimmer. On his off days he teaches surfing to old grandmothers like myself.

After the land instruction it was time for the real thing. We went out to the baby waves first to practice. I made it up on my first wave! Then on the second, third and fourth I bit it bad. I caught a few more and rode them in. Then we went to the larger waves. What? LARGER waves? Ok, we only had time to try to catch a couple and I did!

My arms, shoulders, pecs and triceps are as sore as hell today. I have badly scraped knees and a huge goose egg and a nasty bruise on my forehead from being hit by the surf board one of the times I went down. But I did it, I accomplished it and I conquered my fear. I win!

Angela said now my grand kids have more than a hot blond, tattooed, Harley riding Nana. Nana surfs too! 

Waiting for a wave

Still waiting

Getting up

Here we go

First wave!

Getting ready to bite it

Bit it

What in the hell happened?

Going back out











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The "Good" Wife Re-Visited

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

This is a re-post from my other blog. It's about a year old, or so, and some things are changing in my life so it may not be entirely true to today, but hey, it was a good post and I'm on vacation!


This is from a 1954 home economics text book as well as a Good Housekeeping article from 1955. It's all about how to be the perfect wife. My responses are in red.

* Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.  I think that making reservations will suffice.


* Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. 15 minutes to rest? WTF? I take the whole damn day! Not to worry about freshening up, I always look great. I have this one covered.


* Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it. Well, hell, I have this one hands down. I am a little gay, half gay as a matter fact. I wonder if that's anything like half white, black, Mexican or Irish? He finds it intriguing as well as a little threatening. I, on the other hand, love it.


* Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables. My hands touch a dustcloth? That's what kids are for, get them to jump to work while I'm sipping that Tanqueray and Tonic with a twist. "Oooops, missed a spot. Finish up children. Mama needs her feet massaged."


* During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction. He can reach the haven of rest and order when we're sitting in the ski lodge chatting with the other "I play I'm a skier on the weekends" type of people. 


* Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet. No danger of the washer or drier going, I mean he washes the clothes. The vacuum? Oh is that the long hose that the minions stick in the wall to suck shit off of the carpet? Kids have that covered. My kids quiet? They have to be dead to be quiet and even that would be questionable.

* Be happy to see him. Yeah, well is he bringing me a paycheck or a new bottle of Tangueray? Or just give me a valium.

* Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. Ok, we're getting out of hand here. I mean I'm home with the crumb crunchers all day, every day. I'll smile blissfully at him the day he takes them for a week.

* Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours. Give me a break! He's talked to adults all day. I've only spoken with kids with marbles in their mouths, kids tying up the cat, and catching the dogs whiskers on fire. If anyone's going to talk, it's going to be me!


* Don't greet him with complaints and problems.What? Am I to close the kids in the closet, burn the bills and forget to mention that the bitch at Nordstrom took my parking spot? HA!


* Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work. I kinda like this one, First the house will be much quieter, I could have my bed to myself and hey, whats good for the goose.......I be havin' me a good ole time!


* Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Comfortable? come on now. The guy works in shorts and tennis shoes 365 days a year!


* Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice. Taking off his shoes, uh, I don't do any feet except my own. Even then I don't actually touch them. That's what the pedicurist is for. Low, soothing pleasant voice is kinda hard to do when you're screaming at your 12 year old to get the blow torch away from his brother's eyelashes.


* Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him. Oh you mean I can't ask questions about why he gave a raise to OUR employees and didn't consult me? Or maybe the time he gave 10,000 dollars to a client off their bill because he felt "sorry for them?" "Master of the house?" I run this place, it's my way or the highway!


* A good wife always knows her place. I know my place and it's at Neiman's searching for expensive lingerie and luxurious shoes.



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Distractions

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Well I had my emergency meeting with my psychiatrist yesterday. Yeah, I had a bit of a crisis this weekend with all the changes in my life. She checked out my arms and did a run down on my medications. We deleted the xanex (tears) and ativan in favor of only using valium (yea me!). 

She wants me to consider something called Dialectical Behavioral Therapy. I'm not really sure what it is and only looked it up today to get a link for it. I guess I need to look into it further. She said that things may come up in my therapy with her that I'll need coping skills for. Sigh. So much fun.

She also said I need distractions. Anyone willing to distract me? I love distractions!

Any of my bipolar peeps that don't have the link to my other blog, email me. It's more raw and a bit more racy than this one. I go into much more detail on there than I have the liberty to here. Oh well, you know me, raw and racy. 

Vacation tomorrow! I simply cannot wait!

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Before You Pack Those Bags....

Sunday, January 30, 2011

This is a re-post that I thought I needed to read over again. You see I'm leaving for Hawaii on Wednesday and I had to remind myself of what needed to be done before I leave and after I come home. Wolves,  kids, I tell ya, they're around every corner with their bags of tricks.



Raising a pack of wolves big family has taught me what to do before, and after, parental vacations. I feel it's my obligation to pass along these handy tips, all gathered by personal experience, to parents everywhere considering a getaway.



Before leaving:
Always inform neighbors and give them written permission to call police. Drop hints of this in casual conversation with kids.

Supply neighbors with binoculars and/or telescopes. 

Count number of children and pets before leaving.

Note mileage, gas level and radio station of the parental vehicles.

Always take note of the amount of garbage (and recycle) in the outside can(s) before leaving and upon return. If there’s less when you return you can be certain that someone has some 'splainin' to do.

Give kids your itinerary showing you'll return one day later than you actually will.

Be sure to leave emergency money/credit card and check receipts against change/statements.

Hide all duct tape and rope.

If the bedspread, comforter on the parental bed is upside down, big trouble is ahead for lucky unlucky kid(s).

Count bottles of beer in the refrigerator and mark level of all liquor bottles. 



Upon return:

If kids are overly anxious to greet you, suspect that they're engaging in a distraction technique.

Make sure parental TV lock has not been hacked.

Look through digital cameras, cell phone pictures and Facebook pages. Kids tend to be dumb and will take pictures and post evidence of their dirty deeds.

Always check to see if those little indentations in the carpet from the furniture are showing. If they are the furniture has been moved.

Search all cabinets and walls, even behind plants, for signs of cherry tomato fights.

Check grout lines, and beneath items on kitchen counter, for a white powdery substance that was most probably used in a flour fight.

Check youngest kids for bruises.

Examine all picture frames to see if they've been changed out.

Search the house for new bottles of Super Glue.

Make sure dogs still have whiskers and eyelashes.

If house is sparkling clean, you know that something's up.

Always peruse mugshotlist.com.

If all else fails pay off the weakest link.

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The Winners And Sugar

Friday, January 28, 2011

The polling was a success the winners are:


and 

D! 

So those will go with me to Hawaii and will be featured in all drunken photos and videos.

Now for my challenge. When I get to 500 followers I'm going to do a vlog ala Cheeseboy. I will vlog, most of but not all, of my next sugaring hair removal. See, since it's a Brazilian I can't vlog the entire thing, but you'll get the picture, well some of it.

What is sugaring you might ask? Well it's like waxing hair removal except it uses sugar, lemon and water that's cooked into a ball. It's really, really cool. I'll never wax again!

Then I may just vlog when I get my new tattoo. I seem to be in a vlogging mood lately.

I seem to be having a touch of a panic attack today, Where in the hell is my xanex?



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You Tell Me Which Bikini!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

I'm having a hard time picking two to take to Hawaii with me. Tell me which you like best. Pick the winners!

A

B

C

D



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Not Really The Same Thing

Some of the keywords that led to my blog this week were "murderous thoughts" and "bipolar murderous thoughts."

I can't say I really had murderous thoughts this week, but I did have a few "I wish you would freaking die" thoughts, so not really the same thing.

Actually the "I wish you would freaking die" thoughts have pretty much consumed me. Hmmm, can those be considered "murderous thoughts?"

I need to get some really cool keyword searches. Like, I don't know, you tell me. 



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