Happy Halloween!

Hehe, color me tickled pink! (oooh, do it again!)

My darling Joker has given me some sweet lovin' today and I just had to say thank you. Kudos to you too ya sexy hoodlum and keep up the baaaaaaaad work.

Hugs and kisses! (today's video vixens are dedicated to you hon >>>>>>>>>)

The Smoking Redhead

Early morning run

Cold, wet city streets
All alone into the black
Dark and shiny path

A New Day is Dawning

Ahhh, I feel better already. I've decided to kill 'em with kindness (see previous post).

Halloween, schmalloween. I am planning to return to the old homestead for Halloween this year. There is a very special little ellifant that I must take trick or treating so all of you old cronies in Hell town be on the look out for this little guy (the love of my life).

It is getting to the point where I hate going to the office.

Its not the work. Its her.

If I could do this job without having to deal with her on a daily basis I'd be as happy as a pig in mud.

Instead I am so sick of dealing with her bullshit that it makes me hate this job. If she would shut the hell up it would help a lot. Or maybe stay in her office and shut the hell up. Yeah, that would be even better.

Uugghhhhhhhhhhh!

...and once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you long to return. -- Leonardo de Vinci

"So what do you think of me moving?"

"Well I don't have much say in the matter. I guess I don't like it very much. I would only like it if you took me with you."

"Do you want to come with me?"

"I don't know."

"I think it would make me crazy to live with you."

~gulp~ Ouch.

I'm torn. Part of me thinks that if something isn't broken, why fix it? On the other hand I am a little pissed that I made this move and now he's moving away. Granted its only 12 miles away but its still away. Once again we will be living in different cities - great!

It's Aloha Friday, no work till Monday

Woo hoo, got the day off since I worked on Monday. It's Aloha Friday, right DWG?

Went for a morning run (yeah, even on my day off) and playing a little racquetball later (right MJ?) Gonna open up a can a whoop-ass on the court. ;)

It's Aloha Friday people, get off yer butts, enjoy the day and stay up too late tonight. All except for Os, you get some rest and take care of yourself. Love ya!

Hugs and sloppy kisses!

At 5:45 the alarm didn't go off but I woke up anyway. The chill in the room on any exposed flesh let me know that it was DAMN cold.

I went to the computer to check the temperature for my morning run - 11 degrees!?!

I quickly decided it was way too cold to run and climbed back in bed with my new fleece sheets and wool blanket. So warm!

Tonight I will be digging out all of my cold weather gear and re-evaluating my clothing options for morning runs. I am thinking that my sweats and hoodie aren't going to get the job done now that winter is in the Flathead.

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Os, glad to see that you are back in the land of the living. Don't make me come down there and kick your ass to get you to start taking care of yourself. Damnit!

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Damn, here I sit at the office and we just realized that today was supposed to be a paid holiday for us. Shoot!

Slipping through my fingers...

"The mountains are calling and I must go."

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul." ~ John Muir

The National Parks: America's Best Idea www.pbs.org/nationalparks

"Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. "

9:00 Saturday night...

LOL, I love this site. I can't help myself.

Not around this week. Too busy with the fundraiser. No email, no phone calls, just not available. Try me on Sunday.

Hugs and sloppy kisses!



Rachie

Woo hoo! Going campin' going campin' going campin'.

I haven't been camping all summer. Hiking yes, but not camping. I get to bust out the tent and sleeping bag for the first time this fall 'cuz we're going camping. At Two Medicine. >>>>>>

Mmm...hiking trails, camp fire. Its all good!

Are ya jealous?

I bought this new DVD player a while back. Nothing fancy, no bells, no whistles.

I like this DVD player. I don't have to mess with the TV every time I turn the thing on and it's kind of slick looking.

The DVD player does something else.

(no, not that, get yer minds out of the gutter)

It keeps track of the movies I watch and where I left off the last time I watched them. For example I put a movie in the other night and it came up during the end credits. I tried a couple of other movies and it did the same thing (not all at the end credits, mind you.)

Hmm...

I think my DVD player is stalking me.

Ever feel a sense of pleasure at telling someone "no"?

This person has been a pain in my ass for a while now. I have to admit that it felt kind of good this morning to tell her no. Now she can stop calling me asking stupid questions.

Twisted, I know, but still satisfying.

She is the worst part about him. Sometimes it almost isn't worth having to be nice to her just to see him.

Little bastid

Out in Glacier last night, hanging with friends when I felt something messing around in my hair. When I went to brush it out I discovered a wasp stuck in the strands. The little bastid managed to sting me twice, bam, bam!

My finger is still swollen.

Little bastid! I drowned him in margarita. What a way to go.

Glamour model: Step in the right direction?

What is a model? Is it a pretty face? A ‘good’ body? If it is someone with a ‘good’ body, what is that? A girl who is skin and bones? I know that isn’t me, and it definitely isn’t the majority of America where the average size is a 14.

It is hard growing up as a girl in this country and being bombarded with those images. It takes a toll on young women- I know it did on me. Some companies are taking steps to help- Glamour magazine put this picture of Lizzi Miller in their latest issue to illustrate what a real woman looks like. Lizzi is a “plus size” model- although at a size 12/14 she is hardly plus size, in fact, in America, she is average. So I don’t get it, is average the new plus?

Lizzi Miller

I applaud Glamour for putting Lizzi in their magazine and showing us real women but clearly we still have a ways to go. On the cover of the same issue that Lizzi proudly shows off her soft belly, the magazine teases an article inside about “3 Flat Belly Secrets.” Now isn’t that sending a bit of a mixed message?

I remember vividly being about 8 years old and posing in front of my mirror in my bedroom like a model- Madonna’s ‘Vogue’ was big back then (don’t judge me). At the time I thought I was pretty; my parents told me I was and I was too young to be affected by things in magazines and on TV.

I also remember that blissful ignorance disappearing at an early age as I entered what is now commonly referred to as my ‘tween’ years as I was barraged with images on television, in magazines, in ads at my favorite clothing stores and on my favorite pop singers. I wanted to get a perm because I wanted curly hair like Stephanie Tanner on Full House; then a few years later I had to have a straightener because I needed my hair to be as straight as Britney Spears. I was the first of my group of girlfriends to go through my growth spurt and as I struggled to fit into the teeny tiny clothes that they still squeezed into from stores like Abercrombie & Fitch, I would sit at home and look at the catalogue and wish I were as skinny as the bony models. I was 14. I look back now at the pictures of myself and think, ‘if only I could go back and talk to that girl and tell her…’

What do you think? Should more magazines show realistic images of women like Lizzi Miller?

Marquee.blogs.cnn.com

Ah...jeez

It had been a quiet Sunday morning. Mmm...I slept in until almost 10:00, heaven in my bed with the soft flannel sheets and blankets.

Got up, made coffee, took the dog out.

And walked into a fist fight!


No shit! Not kidding. Went around the corner and here are my neighbors, screaming, yelling and two guys duking it out on the front lawn.

I quickly assessed that there were no knives or guns involved. Decided the police did not need to be called as they seemed like they could handle it. Hoped that Midget would hurry her business up so we could leave. Tried like hell to not stare and ignore the fracas going on right next door.

Finally, made it back inside, continuing to hear them yelling at each other etc. Within a few minutes it had died down but I had to chuckle at some of what I heard: "you never pay for pizza, you're a cheap ass bastard" Gotta love family fights.