tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53862905612604972602024-02-02T00:14:45.200-08:00The Lying, The Bitch & The Wardrobe<b>THE LYING, THE BITCH & THE WARDROBE</b><p><p>
<i>Simply the result of random thoughts, sassy comments, and always telling it like it is. </i></p></p>Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-24536343308083573272022-01-13T17:40:00.002-08:002022-01-13T17:48:55.757-08:002021 Favorites<p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have not blogged in so long that I think maybe i dont know who I am anymore. But, honestly, does anyone blog anymore? Between Facebook, Messenger, Instagram, Twitter, TikTik, SnapChat, WhatsApp, Reddit, Pinterest...my GOD!!!! That's enough! FFS. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Plus, I have 4 jobs. Not because I need 4 jobs. What I need is to learn how to say no. š¤£</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway, it's a new year and I've been thinking about My Favorites. I used to like listing, well, things I like. A little egotistical but I know it's helped a couple of you find new things to obsess over. That's my goal. My ego is just fine. So, with that being said, here I go, again, on my own.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><u>1. ONE Maple Glazed Donut protein bar. </u></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am obsessed with these. So much so that I eat one every morning. Not only do I grab one every M-F at Stewarts when I grab my morning coffee but I also buy boxes of them from Amazon. I'm telling you. They have been my addiction since I first tried one. Maple Glazed is my fav. If they are out of my fav, I'll grab a Blueberry or Peanut Butter Chocolate. But, Maple Glazed is the best. I almost don't want to tell you so I'll never have to choose another. </span></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE84NduqeqNk2I0zivbWcKQjRfedBK2j6qKXHUq5wHEJKJ7cZOilxrGk1_4vsprgUJmT-8PFukfr71HkgKb4tTbbmKRAZ7sZHu9jV06FPJslkCf1E3TovJNYe0vNdFynyo7EaE-X5f14BZdbZCgLEC-ddvnZiEpt9k2mDU5sEi1nmwxLJ7HpFv5WM7=s1600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE84NduqeqNk2I0zivbWcKQjRfedBK2j6qKXHUq5wHEJKJ7cZOilxrGk1_4vsprgUJmT-8PFukfr71HkgKb4tTbbmKRAZ7sZHu9jV06FPJslkCf1E3TovJNYe0vNdFynyo7EaE-X5f14BZdbZCgLEC-ddvnZiEpt9k2mDU5sEi1nmwxLJ7HpFv5WM7=s320" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /><b><u><br /><br /></u></b></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><u>2. Ketel One Botanical Peach and Orange Blossom</u></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have to thank my amazing boss for this fav. It's always difficult for me to find a cocktail that I really like. As a Type 1 Diabetic, I have to watch out for the sugary, simply syrupy, frou-frou, trendy cocktails that so many people like. But, my boss rolls up on a golf cart one day, gives me her Ketel One and seltzer, and I was hooked. I </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">am not a big fan of orange, either, so this surprises me.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> I think the peachy lightness is what won me over. I finally have a signature cocktail. Thanks, Lor. š</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSfHCAxx_husMwAkyEDgo13IW2AdeZrCpBdOCA7mBf_pNr5KV9gL85CkiBX3yk80UJMLFSa_ttfqTxmunwyfxWUp6DDAn7jbjEcBVvwDXk3XgqfHHtDgR4jUE2OU6JtHQthtzhXmhffFs_EggHSYfg_8bnnzmSONRqsMuk1BbTKD1HiRZMwbeBCcEy=s789" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSfHCAxx_husMwAkyEDgo13IW2AdeZrCpBdOCA7mBf_pNr5KV9gL85CkiBX3yk80UJMLFSa_ttfqTxmunwyfxWUp6DDAn7jbjEcBVvwDXk3XgqfHHtDgR4jUE2OU6JtHQthtzhXmhffFs_EggHSYfg_8bnnzmSONRqsMuk1BbTKD1HiRZMwbeBCcEy=s320" width="142" /></span></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><p><b><u><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Supernatural VR Workout</span></u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I quit the gym. Yes, I did. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why, you ask? One word. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Supernatural. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I freaking love Supernatural. I workout at least 5 times a week for about an hour and never leave my apartment. I sweat my ass off, am so strong, and don't regret quitting the gym at all! This is pricey at the start. You'll need an Oculus and Facebook. I bought the Oculus 2 Quest at Target for $300. This is a VR headset. You can play games, dance, stream movies, concerts, all kinds of stuff. But, I workout with it. With Supernatural. I box, flow, meditate, stretch, travel the world, and have the greatest coaches and community. I am Supernatural. šŖ</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="940" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4PEnvqt2vO1KrlA426Cmk723rTZZNRBeHjy-SwaurrTL81u2Ef3FokgqCfsnR1O3cCpsYPfsC018xGwkS6GzqU3o5uPYaScPzjss2dBVp3aW1TFEeoTMG-V6jmEz7TS4H4sGwWyveABy6MBfflmMfAp6w2YiCluL6o-Y3InyznAWLYscnT0bl0DZS=s320" width="320" /></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><u>4. Drive-up pick-up</u></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is one of the greatest things that COVID created and I love it! It's less about being lazy and more about avoiding annoying people. Sometimes I spend more money, sometimes I spend less, sometimes I order the wrong sized items, sometimes I get substitutions, and it's all ok. I waste less time and have less stress with a pick-up. Win!</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjnMbQvLT5noPAofT1HmQke_YSv0Ie7ZEWqh9MXjlMBZLnosz9ny8OPf_mpuMFWoyQWQNbmAQRKXrfgPshSkCgeWlnlnFL09KlFTJrh72W-4QJZxYu-JHvGC5klgZGfmSlxai6HPj9a1zrmeeW8j0oyiCuJAcB70qIUraMc4h5xE0JsnOGZtFS_ksE=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjnMbQvLT5noPAofT1HmQke_YSv0Ie7ZEWqh9MXjlMBZLnosz9ny8OPf_mpuMFWoyQWQNbmAQRKXrfgPshSkCgeWlnlnFL09KlFTJrh72W-4QJZxYu-JHvGC5klgZGfmSlxai6HPj9a1zrmeeW8j0oyiCuJAcB70qIUraMc4h5xE0JsnOGZtFS_ksE=s320" width="320" /></span></a></p><p><b style="font-family: Calibri;"><u>5. Hudson Wildflower Co.</u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> You have to be local to enjoy this little slice of heaven. Or plan a trip to the Hudson Valley. You won't regret it even if you miss this place. But, anyone who knows me knows that I love fleurs. One of my most favorite things in the entire world. I especially love wildflowers. My daughter found this gem on Instagram. We went to check it out and cannot wait for spring so we can go back. It's adorbs. For a small fee, you walk through a field of fleurs and pick your custom bouquet. Sigh. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi73Wiu46uQaN05Vcaf5pwH4qHHxLWeTQ535sRiRZ1zGEW_uarCRloE7ossK8Gy9msyC6cY3EJ0kl50wgWBGphfI4l0glIQktD-Oy8RvjWH6XXzbyeue62cq-Dq4bzOzsiawXKq5j3mSHKfuho7eJYRGbjxSdZJR5ARfeqKwUp6Um39V2JWgKYs19eJ=s1669" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1669" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi73Wiu46uQaN05Vcaf5pwH4qHHxLWeTQ535sRiRZ1zGEW_uarCRloE7ossK8Gy9msyC6cY3EJ0kl50wgWBGphfI4l0glIQktD-Oy8RvjWH6XXzbyeue62cq-Dq4bzOzsiawXKq5j3mSHKfuho7eJYRGbjxSdZJR5ARfeqKwUp6Um39V2JWgKYs19eJ=s320" width="276" /></a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><u>6. Wawa</u></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love me some Wawa! Didn't really know what a Wawa was until I went to Jersey with my bestie, Jill. Now, a convenience store is a convenience store is a convenience store. BUT! Wawa is amazing. Especially, the coffee bar. They are one of the rare places that offer sugar-free syrup for their coffee. Makes them a winner in my book. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj29EA3PdqX0HYzadQ7YTvSUiIx4Kr_GLVMEbJTD54mYq_7xUdt0DDeC4553hDSis6v1KVwqCgDHJIjOyRW0Dyuogh5YmNOEjnIjFFn5Rb49FEOh8ChCw-H-X19g0Lt_IB14CU2z7aSvYVudd07fiZubhptSu3wicOxLLUTUJ8znjhTn-D-9lI8LKA=s821" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="821" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj29EA3PdqX0HYzadQ7YTvSUiIx4Kr_GLVMEbJTD54mYq_7xUdt0DDeC4553hDSis6v1KVwqCgDHJIjOyRW0Dyuogh5YmNOEjnIjFFn5Rb49FEOh8ChCw-H-X19g0Lt_IB14CU2z7aSvYVudd07fiZubhptSu3wicOxLLUTUJ8znjhTn-D-9lI8LKA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><u>7. Silk Dark Chocolate Almond Milk</u></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have switched from drinking cow's milk to drinking almond milk. Not really sure why other than I'm trying to be healthier. Along with the protein bars and Supernatural, almond milk has been added to my self-care list. I eat better, workout more, positive self-talk, breathe and stay present. It's all important stuff. After all, I'm 53. It's about time I start taking care of myself. But, I do have a sweet tooth. I love candy so, in its place, I've been eating dark chocolate and have come to like it. Then, I found dark chocolate almond milk, and hell yes! I feel like a kid, again, chugging my chocolate milk. I'm definitely a fan. Is it good for me? I don't know. I don't care either. I can't be good all the time. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivTDNqjJoIRZVRE0XFQ1U8FVG8J4TB4_HgE9hcguYFZ002enKWJr6rJevXHOdwUoroE8fqefIwr2uK6IFbc-veJ8alaX2mS5Faaj29f_Yrp9ROz2Ep3MY670bwykqn8eEoHFSOvLO00WdJ9tVFskIW6axwodMJe9yCagZgs5ouVufs5aCSYQo65LXo=s248" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="203" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivTDNqjJoIRZVRE0XFQ1U8FVG8J4TB4_HgE9hcguYFZ002enKWJr6rJevXHOdwUoroE8fqefIwr2uK6IFbc-veJ8alaX2mS5Faaj29f_Yrp9ROz2Ep3MY670bwykqn8eEoHFSOvLO00WdJ9tVFskIW6axwodMJe9yCagZgs5ouVufs5aCSYQo65LXo" width="203" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><u>8. Charcuterie Boards</u></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love me a charcuterie board! I don't care if it's an expensive Lunchable. I dig them! I love the meat/cheese/cracker ones. I love the candy/cookie/sweets ones. I love the waffles/bagels/pancakes ones. Holiday, seasonal, themed, fruity, whatever! Give me a bunch of snacky snacks on a board or plate and I'm in heaven!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I'm a snacker, anyway, so this trend is right up my alley. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhr-fkTf9ijsI0J_QTleCXy7H1e1oUf5ilAvAPhMXg4nImDtuBaj3XxUKPi4HEKPrr2l16EGVK87nO4-KmdVCTAVSrm0Wfsi60vqJH207tAveytYJPPgHGC2PwAC_TkuAt6Fsm9MhJVFJpJ8XXL1d3_R5V2ldXeV3qit0Bay1ZOxPS8f2YcTsWyKHmS=s705" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhr-fkTf9ijsI0J_QTleCXy7H1e1oUf5ilAvAPhMXg4nImDtuBaj3XxUKPi4HEKPrr2l16EGVK87nO4-KmdVCTAVSrm0Wfsi60vqJH207tAveytYJPPgHGC2PwAC_TkuAt6Fsm9MhJVFJpJ8XXL1d3_R5V2ldXeV3qit0Bay1ZOxPS8f2YcTsWyKHmS=s320" width="256" /></a></p><p><b style="font-family: Calibri;"><u>9. Java, Java, Java</u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now that I've tooted my self-care horn, let's get back to business. I have been to Paris and New Orleans where I have had the most delicious cups of java. I swear, both have made my love of coffee increase ten-fold. I don't care if it's pour-over, french press, latte, espresso, americano. I don't care if it's blueberry, maple french toast, cinnamon, hazelnut. I don't care if it's DD, Starbuck's, Stewarts, Bones, Monkey Joe's, some random diner. I just don't care. Coffee until I die, please and thank you. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfh-ABLKVLH72mWXiQliqv-b96S7obKzPQnw_sK5Ob2LpEzxaBLHirAMiIFsXkeFia30HQh9anJjYjOomNO1GfCHUUdUN-WXIcoEKDHHl3pdHlEWmtgMHJ8ZPvlrTK-x9M0jrxrjMC20EhhXcjkakmIWaulcr_pP2iXRwuBNVtyjw00hUlBG0nizZz=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1200" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfh-ABLKVLH72mWXiQliqv-b96S7obKzPQnw_sK5Ob2LpEzxaBLHirAMiIFsXkeFia30HQh9anJjYjOomNO1GfCHUUdUN-WXIcoEKDHHl3pdHlEWmtgMHJ8ZPvlrTK-x9M0jrxrjMC20EhhXcjkakmIWaulcr_pP2iXRwuBNVtyjw00hUlBG0nizZz=s320" width="320" /></a></p><p><b style="font-family: Calibri;"><u>10. Swedish dishcloth</u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Saving the planet and keeping it clean. I love Swedish dishcloths. It's like the '70s revisited but updated, more fun, and cooler. Bougie? Yes. Worth it? Yes. So much better than a stinky, germ-filled sponge. Plus, you can wash, disinfect, and keep these forever. Go green!</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7Nc9VF7F9a0Rbbd13ugSMgeR4jio4f2nScXkp0L6eicOZhsBl0wkMiJvEuRQhjbuDRrLH6Kt5lzeLKDbvOIpVSvbGrAx3u1kcOiYIy59_ebPJqERmt8NWIfbJhDWkMUWh1M3j5fYMVr19KjURiEiaCqS3d59GHgdv2y2ZnJwz7WdgttVRrYJ093wp=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1789" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7Nc9VF7F9a0Rbbd13ugSMgeR4jio4f2nScXkp0L6eicOZhsBl0wkMiJvEuRQhjbuDRrLH6Kt5lzeLKDbvOIpVSvbGrAx3u1kcOiYIy59_ebPJqERmt8NWIfbJhDWkMUWh1M3j5fYMVr19KjURiEiaCqS3d59GHgdv2y2ZnJwz7WdgttVRrYJ093wp=s320" width="280" /></a></p><p><b style="font-family: Calibri;"><u>11. Mindy's edibles</u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I used to be a big stoner in the '80s. I mean, who my age wasn't? Especially where I grew up. There literally was nothing else to do. But, then I grew up and was drug-free for decades. That was until it became legal in NY. Well, a little before that, to be honest, but who's keeping track? So, I road tripped to Canna Provisions with my girl, Kate, and was blown away. On a whim, I bought these gummies. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don't like to get high a lot of the time because I can't feel what my body is doing. I mean, I do get high and I do enjoy it. I've done some of my best dancing and writing while high. I just don't like to do it all of the time like back in the day. As a Type 1 Diabetic, I am typically hyper-aware of how I'm feeling. I lose that feeling when I'm high. Now, I've heard that smoking pot does a blood sugar good, but it sometimes makes me nervous to lose track. However, popping one of these yummy gummies allows me to sleep like a baby. I'm totally in. Bonus points for being Key Lime.</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifCyc2BalIO7n6aATztrnco81AhGfEkICGptRwEyOcCpJ9oBQQYY_Qn_GcfW3WPhxeC-TZviYsbscJI7Y8Nj2oSRMrtQ2qidHwyNaeJ70ezd9vmp0lhmOxufOQKYGPAJmlS0lnd4i-O7TBmbM0nC7xNujzSd-cOs_4FGrhi51o_Bzprjol_W5mN6qd=s900" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="900" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifCyc2BalIO7n6aATztrnco81AhGfEkICGptRwEyOcCpJ9oBQQYY_Qn_GcfW3WPhxeC-TZviYsbscJI7Y8Nj2oSRMrtQ2qidHwyNaeJ70ezd9vmp0lhmOxufOQKYGPAJmlS0lnd4i-O7TBmbM0nC7xNujzSd-cOs_4FGrhi51o_Bzprjol_W5mN6qd=s320" width="320" /></a></p><p><b style="font-family: Calibri;"><u>12. Venice, Florida</u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Let me start off by saying, I do not like Florida. I never really have. I remember, speaking of the '80s, everyone was all 'Oooh, spring break!' 'Florida, Florida, Florida!' blah blah. I never really got it. There are just thousands of other places I'd rather go. But, my mother moved there a few years ago and I've been going once a year ever since. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If I were to ever move to Florida, by choice or by force, I would live in Venice. I do like Venice. I like the vibe, the people, Main Street, the houses. It's just a chill little city that reminds me of a beach town in Cali. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKPg1x0R2XJvb4JfSm220SiytrEKki_j3b2MHLjOJG6g-DFbglzoARa_WKE0PiIHPioCuZc0-GV1ZZuSkDBs7ScItp0GSZJk7Hggtqhn_-QhSslHug6irLllbFrKUXfNhk-1wfRml4L02OH5u8KkklvhLwIOtAWiwbz6WPq32RUdLYOxjEzcn41yAK=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKPg1x0R2XJvb4JfSm220SiytrEKki_j3b2MHLjOJG6g-DFbglzoARa_WKE0PiIHPioCuZc0-GV1ZZuSkDBs7ScItp0GSZJk7Hggtqhn_-QhSslHug6irLllbFrKUXfNhk-1wfRml4L02OH5u8KkklvhLwIOtAWiwbz6WPq32RUdLYOxjEzcn41yAK=s320" width="320" /></a></p><p><b style="font-family: Calibri;"><u>13. Kindness</u></b></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In a world full of crazy, effed up, mean, assholes....choose to be kind. There's not enough of it in the world. I'm the first to say that I'm the nicest asshole you'll ever meet. But, at my core, I am just nice. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I'm not gonna lie, it's difficult sometimes. People can test you and push you beyond who you normally are. While that may happen once in a while - everyone gets ugly - keep coming back to kindness. Maybe that jerk is going through something you aren't aware of. Something terrible. Something hard. Maybe they have some kind of trauma and don't know how to be kind. Maybe that jerk doesn't love themselves and is lashing out at you. That's awful and just be glad it's not you. So, let that jerk be a jerk. You be kind. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do have boundaries, though. You're not a doormat. š</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJwUonXuGPG6s4MdDBZomsTYNAFlcGfBBMCKxGVw5PR3sabRS5li0uBS7OzuNXSp76zYJUmUh82rAaHkzhmgRUKzzLm-CKN84Yt1hcpF5OUyHwIEJXqHhJdYzmRdlleNL_6z2SG98dgEyl1oALXe5zdSzth5QHBBz2JVP6BWZYtsqIV7n9N9uJ2vIl=s565" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="565" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJwUonXuGPG6s4MdDBZomsTYNAFlcGfBBMCKxGVw5PR3sabRS5li0uBS7OzuNXSp76zYJUmUh82rAaHkzhmgRUKzzLm-CKN84Yt1hcpF5OUyHwIEJXqHhJdYzmRdlleNL_6z2SG98dgEyl1oALXe5zdSzth5QHBBz2JVP6BWZYtsqIV7n9N9uJ2vIl=s320" width="320" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Peace!</span></p>Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-2944477280147347452020-01-30T09:20:00.000-08:002020-02-03T12:42:44.636-08:00Things I'm Sick Of.<b>Baby Yoda</b> - Not sure if it's because I've only ever seen the OG Star Wars, or if it's just because I've been internet intolerant lately.<br />
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<b>Yelling At Cat Meme</b> - Let this fucking shit DIE ALREADY! However, I am one of the very few, I'm guessing, who's actually seen the episode the first half of this is from.<br />
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<b>Selfies</b> - EVERYONE knows what you look like. FFS.<br />
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<b>Reply All</b> - DON'T! Just...don't. A) Everyone but the sender does not care. B) Work time is wasted by deleting your nonsensical crap.<br />
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<b>Group Chat</b> - SAME AS ABOVE. Knock it the hell off.<br />
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<b>Facebook Ads</b> - Stop stalking me!! Just because I mentioned 'Hello, Fresh' on Messenger does not mean I need 42,000 ads for 'Hello, Fresh'! I'm not subscribing!<br />
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<b>3D Photos</b> - This makes me feel nauseous or like my sugar is low. Also, it's super creepy.<br />
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<b>Facebook Marketplace</b> - Come the fuck on. Have you seen some of this shit? NO ONE wants your ratty, used up flip flops. Jesus. They are like $2 in Walmart. Ew...stop it. No one wants your Irish Spring, either. Think I'm kidding? Go search when you have time to waste.<br />
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<b>Roku TV</b> - Why won't my Firestick work on you?! GD it! And, stop giving me apps I need to pay for! If I wanted to pay for shit, I'd get cable back. FFS.<br />
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<b>Assholes</b> - Friends, family, people in general. Just stop. If I know you're being an asshole, you know you're being an asshole. Whatever happened to kind? Try that. Stop being a self absorbed, jealous, insecure, narcissistic, egotistical, shitty, little human. If you can't, then don't be mad when I treat you the same way.<br />
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<b>Celebrity Deaths</b> - Yea, I know. They died. It's sad. Calm down. A) You weren't friends. B) You didn't even know them personally. Relax. Also, in situations where they weren't the only ones who had died? Be respectful and RIP the not-so-celeb people, too. Rude.<br />
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<b>Smokers Who Give Health Advice</b> - Listen....Hacker McGee, thanks but no thanks. Please, please, for the love of all that is holy, do NOT give me advice on working out, eating right, losing weight, etc. In fact, please don't give me advice on anything. Thanks.<br />
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<b>Sick People at Work </b>- STAY THE EFF HOME!!! My God! I work in a place that has optimal sick time. I have a chronic disease and have 80 hours of sick time. USE IT! Don't come in here spreading your funk to those of us who don't have the funk. Even if you don't have optimal sick time, stay the hell home you walking infection. Jesus. <br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-82936737672514341892019-11-21T12:56:00.005-08:002019-11-21T12:56:50.606-08:00Wright 2020I need to run for President. Maybe not of the US - ew - but of Ulster County. The Hudson Valley, even. I'm telling you! Someone needs to be in charge and I'm just the girl for the job! <br />
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š£I promise to not allow Seniors, Cidiots or Tourists to drive on the streets from 7a-9a, 12a-2p and 4p-6p. This will help prevent those of us that have jobs from being late.<br />
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š£I promise to revoke driving privileges from anyone who goes 10 miles under the speed limit. Severe weather is the only time driving slower will be permitted Severe weather does NOT include rain or sunny days.<br />
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š£I promise to make farmers put all animals in the barn when it's raining or snowing or cold. It's just mean to leave the poor cows and horses standing out in the elements. Damn it, farmers!!<br />
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š£I promise that utility companies will not take advantage of people just because they are the only company available. I'm talking to YOU, Central Hudson!!!<br />
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š£I promise that all Stewart's will not run out of coffee between the hours of 7am and 10am. Especially, not your favorite flavor or mine, which is Blueberry and I get it every damn morning at 8am so why is it always empty?!?!?!<br />
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š£I promise that all employers will forgive you for being 15 minutes late if it's because your Stewart's coffee was not ready or you were stuck behind a slow ass driver.<br />
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š£Time change will NOT be a thing. The clock can change, sure, but, that's it. If you work from 9a-5p and the clocks fall back - you work 8a-4p. And, vice versa. Tired of that shit.<br />
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š£All employers must provide a paid 30 minute power nap to every employee who wants one. Just like in Japan and Mexico. Nap time can occur anywhere between 2p and 3p...when the Seniors, Cidiots and Tourists are driving the road. <br />
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š£Snow days will happen when there is actually snow or ice. Kids should not have to use their spring break for wasted snow days. Also, work will have snow days because no job is worth your life.<br />
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Vote Wright. 2020.<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-35129207617205481792019-10-09T13:09:00.003-07:002019-10-09T16:04:03.650-07:002019 FavoritesIt's been a while since I've posted some favs. Or posted in general. But, I'm trying to remedy that. Things have definitely changed, including my favs, so buckle up and get ready to try some new stuff. ;)<br />
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<b><u>1. Harvest Snaps! </u></b><br />
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<b><u>2. Fab. Fit. FUN!</u></b><br />
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Not only does this name describe me, haha, it's always a nice surprise to get a pretty box of goodies via snail mail. This is a subscription box that is mailed quarterly. So far, I've received 3 boxes that I've loved, and still use everything in it. However, if there's something inside that you're not crazy about, you can re-gift it! BONUS!<br />
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Yea, yea. An unlikely duo. But, it's AMAZING! I was sitting in a local bar with my bf and he asked for a shot of Jaeger. I'm not a big drinker....I know, I know...shocking. I talk a big game but a couple of beers and I'm done. Anyway, I had no idea what to ask for! I don't have a 'signature cocktail', ya know? I'm the 'Mimosa' or 'Red Wine' or 'Beer' girl. So, the bartender says "Wanna try this? It's peanut butter whiskey." I'm thinking "Oh, fuck, no!" Whiskey? Who the hell do I think I am?! But, I do what I always do when thrown in an unknown situation..I smile and nod. Next thing I know, I'm 3 shots and a purchased bottle in. Skrewball for the win! <br />
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<b><u>3.1. Juicebomb!</u></b><br />
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Again, at my local bar, I have a standard order. Juicebomb by Sloop Brewery. Even the cutie patootie bartender, Casey, knows what I drink. Wait...gah...that sounds awful but cool in a 'Cheer's' sort of way. If that's the case, I need Woody to sing 'Kelly, Kelly, Kelly...' when I arrive. Anyway. Sloop is a local brewery and one of the few beers that I actually like while drinking the first one. It's a lovely, citrusy delight! Plus, at 6.5% ABV, you can't go wrong. I'm so proud to have a couple of signatures now. Skrewball and Juicebomb. Go future alcoholic me!<br />
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I joined the gym in February. While there were several options, I chose Planet Fitness. Mainly because every time I say it, "Planet Fitness", I think 'I'm plannin' on fitness whole pizza in my mouth.' And, I laugh and laugh. Aside from that, I am now a gym goer. I had a trainer when I first started and she still asks how I'm doing, tells me I'm looking great, etc. I like that service. They also have tanning beds and hydro massage. Yaaaassss! I go 2 or 3 times a week and just signed up for my first 5k. Yep. I plan on being the best looking ex-girlf ever....and I'm succeeding. Bam! Bitches! 3 pounds from my signature weight. ;)<br />
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<b><u>5. Uptown Kingston.</u></b><br />
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From the architecture, to the quaint shops and cafes, to the hauntings and rainbow road, Uptown Kingston is simply amazing. It completely satisfies my eclectic nature and I'd love to have an apartment there. But, all of those lovely things come at a price I cannot afford. So, instead, I'll walk around on my lunch hour, drink, shop, explore and continue to love this part of my world.<br />
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<b><u>8. Roy.</u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I love vintage flamingos. The cheap, plastic ones with the spindly metal legs? Yes, those. I went on the hunt for them and, let me tell you, they were SO difficult to find. When I did find them, online, they were SO expensive. It was really just ridiculous. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Then I went to Florida. I was going to a wedding with some random and shopping for a dress. I think I was at a TJ Maxx/Marshall's combo store when, lo and behold, there...sitting on some aimless shelf....were my beloved. The OG AND under $15!! What?!?! So, just like that, Don & Louise came home in my suitcase. <i>(Yes, Yes, I name things!!! We all know this!)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Now the live happily in my garden and this month, they have a skeleton friend. Up next, a vintage camper. That'd be amazing. I could camp, live and wander with Don & Louise in tow. </span></div>
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I first went to Florida when I was in high school. Definitely wasn't a fan. It was flat, hot and boring. The only good things, I thought, were Disney and Spring Break. I remember my ex always wanting to go to Florida, live in Florida, BE Florida. I was always like, nope. Not gonna happen. 7 years of this whining but I wouldn't give in. I thought, I'll visit, but there is no freaking way I'm living in God's waiting room. </div>
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Now that my mom lives there, I have been several times, alone and with my daughter, and I have to say that my mind has changed. I don't want to live there, but I could live there. That's the difference. I'd live in Venice, though. Venice is amazing. Eclectic...which is my thing, apparently....great beaches and a margarita wall. So, Florida, I have reconsidered and have placed you in my favs. I mean, you're still flat, hot and old...but not so boring now that I'm also those three things.</div>
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I mentioned in my last post that I had to say goodbye to Taffy. I bid her a fond farewell. Her and I had been through a lot. 13 years of a lot. That being said, why would I switch brands? Taffy was a Honda CRV. I never had a problem with her. She never broke down, got stuck, stopped running, nothing. Nothing bad ever happened with Taff. So, I got another Honda and, this time, I got a boy. </div>
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Say hello to Daryl. Daryl is Hooker Red!! Yep, so I needed a devil's name. The first thing that popped into my head was 'Witches of Eastwick' and Jack Nicholson aka Daryl VanHorn and BOOM!</div>
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I'm hoping Daryl will be as good to me as Taffy was because I'm pretty excited about him. He's sassy and smart. Just like his driver. While Lia Honda is NOT my favorite dealership, Honda is. </div>
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Over the past 2 years, I have allowed people to make me feel unloved, unwanted and undeserving. I have had the selfish, narcissistic, broken and meek try to drag me down to their level. I have had the shittiest of shitty people feel entitled to walk into my life, create a toxic environment, and then walk away, blame me, hide or they were dismissed.</div>
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That takes a lot from someone like me. I am strong, yes. But, I am also sensitive. I see the good in people and believe everyone is a truth teller, like me. They aren't. Maybe it's naive, but I do believe in people and always have an undying hope. I'm also a nice fucking person. So, fuck them. </div>
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But. I am not needy, nor am I a fool, nor am I a victim. I'm also not anxious. Psh. Love how people who don't know me can label me...but I digress. I am here to tell you that I am NONE of those things. I shine...and bugs are attracted to light. But, no matter how hard they tried, I did not dim. In fact, I have shone brighter than I have in 9 years. </div>
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I am finding out who I am, what I like, how much I will accept and where I draw my boundaries. I have traveled, become healthy, have seen/done/created new things, learned how far I can bend without breaking, got promoted, treated myself as necessary, made new friends..and...it's about GD time. </div>
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I am my favorite. Simply because, I deserve to be. </div>
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Anyway. the other day I realized that I am not a cougar. Nope. As I was leaving Stewart's, a young man, around Amanda's age, walked by and said 'You're gorgeous.' I was shocked. I kind of awkwardly laughed, said "Oh. Thank you." and continued to my car. IF I were an official, true blue, cougar, I think I would have been like 'YEA! Come over here, little kitten! Meow!" Instead, I sat quietly in my car, laughing silently and thinking 'I'm old enough to be his mother.' But. I was grateful because after a shit day, it's always good to hear that you've still got it. Maybe it's lower, or faded, or wrinkled.....but I've still got it. Somewhere.<br />
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Speaking of, I'm almost 51. At what point in life does one become attracted to older men? Or, men my age? Seriously. Some of them look like the freaking BTK Killer....or Wallace Shawn. Not one of them look like Gerard Butler or John Stamos. <br />
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Wait...I just realized that I'm still hot for Steven Tyler. Even though he looks like my grandma. So, what the hell is it that attracts me to people? I mean, other than the red flag toting, broken, narcissistic, user, project man. Sigh. Maybe I should start dating women.<br />
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Speaking of, I have done more for myself in the last year than I have done in my entire life. So, 50 was pretty amazing. I have a feeling that 51 will be even better. Even though I don't like all the little lines that have appeared on my face. Or the old lady neck. Or the hot flashes. Or the grays in my hair. Whatever. I have been working out at the gym since February. I am running my first 5k next month. Go me! I am literally in the best shape I've ever been in. ;) I have bought a new car. Poor Taffy was laid to rest and in drove Daryl! I've discarded MANY toxic people. Many. I have landed a new job that affords me the opportunity to live my life comfortably. For that I'm very grateful. After 8 years in NY, it was about time. Maybe 8 is my go-to number. 8 years in Vegas, I had a great job, bought a house, blah de blah. 8 years in NY, I've a great job, new car and in shape. Physically and mentally. Wow. 8 is great.<br />
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I'm gonna add her to my 'karma' list. Yes. I have a karma list. Not that I don't believe karma can't handle her job. I know she can. But, I just like to give her friendly reminders. For my 'Game of Thrones' lovers, you know how Arya has her 'kill' list? She names off every person she's going to kill before she goes to sleep. Well, I'm not that dramatic. I'm not risking jail time for these skanks. I am, however, reminding karma to give them their dues and sooner rather than later. I like to see karma in full effect. It makes me smile because it's such a bonus. Especially instant karma...that's awesome. No wait time. :)<br />
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You wanna know who's on my list, don't ya? 3 Men and 3 Women. One man is for a friend of mine, though. She's too nice to have a list but this man needs to reap what he's sown. Anyway. I'm adding this bitch to my list, too. Now, it's 4 women because it's just not ok to be a bitch for no reason. Hmph.<br />
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It's hunting season here. Not my favorite time of year because I love the deer...even if they bring ticks to my yard. But, I get it. I get the need for food. I get the thrill and neanderthal satisfaction killing an animal brings to some. Yay for you. What I don't get is the need to hang said kills in their front yard like some sort of documentation that they 'got one'. It's like some fucked up lawn decor. 'Hey, Cletus. Put dat deer nexta Auntie Dot's Santa blowup.' I swear to gawd. Hang the freaking thing in the back yard! Or in the man cave! Or wherever the hell you hang dead shit! But, the front yard?? Right by the road? Jesus!<br />
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This is the same person who had a bear hanging from said tree a few years ago. He...because I'm sure it's a he...lives right on the main road, too. It's not like he's back in the woods living under a rock. It literally makes my skin crawl. Not for the killing, per se. As I said, I get it. But, the need to show off like you've won some sort of demented award is what annoys me. It's not like the front yard tree is the only tree he has either. So, that's not a reason. Yea, hunter people, I know you need to hang the carcass but come on. Not everyone wants to see this redneck shit.<br />
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OMG. It's almost December. This year has FLOWN by and SO much has happened! Every time I become bored and start to take things for granted, life smacks me. Or, maybe it's karma smacking me just to let me know that she's got my damn list. But, this was so very sweet. On Thanksgiving morning, my girl woke up and came into the kitchen. I was doing who the hell knows what but she had tears in her eyes. She proceeded to tell me how wonderful her golden year has been. Golden year is when you are the same age as your birthdate. She turned 24 on the 24th. FYI. She talked about how all of her dreams have come true and how grateful she was. I swear. My heart grew three sizes that day. <i>(December witticism. haha) </i><br />
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I realized that the reason I moved to NY wasn't for me. It was for her. Her life is amazing. Truly and she's grateful..and happy. So, when I start feeling like I'm not surviving here, or things are going my way, or blah blah de blah de blah. I just need to look at my girl and realize that I have done everything right and good. Because she is the future. And it looks damn good regardless of who the president is. Sigh.<br />
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My point is, and yea, I have one, is that we have one month left until this year ends. Over. done. Finnito. Holy hell. Time flies by in the blink of an eye. So, enjoy it and don't get bogged down in the crap. Or the bitchy women. Or the hanging carcasses. I hope I have some amazing plot twist happen in the next couple of weeks. Now that Amanda's life is golden, I need to up my own damn game. It's time to take care of me. Hmph!<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-68339775808670184032018-03-28T05:35:00.001-07:002018-06-12T04:53:31.632-07:00Relationships, realizations and ramblings.2017 was interesting. Luckily for me, I have a bad memory and 2018 is replacing those memories I do have.<br />
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In 2017, I ended a relationship with someone Iāll always love and thought I would spend the rest of my life with. But....I needed more than he could give me. Apparently, I need a lot and why not? I believe I deserve a lot. It is super hard to walk away from a love like that but it was also a fabricated love based on lies, false hopes and broken promises. It's super hard for me to settle and give up all my hopes and dreams of a life that Iām not in love with. I wasnāt in love with my life. There. Whew. I said it. I mean, I had the illusion and hope of something real...and promises were made of something more...and I was given the idea of something and everything that just never turned out to be anything. All the 'somethings' became 'nothings', so, I left.<br />
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Itās funny when people who know us - me - say āI hope you find what youāre looking for.ā Which, I've been hearing a lot. It's always laced with a twinge of bitterness and a scathing lack of respect. I'm not sure why because, Iām not looking. For anything. Simply because I have hope and I believe in a love so grand that I wonāt feel insecure, or taken for granted, or scared or unloved. I wonāt wonder why I am not good enough, or why heās talking about me behind my back, or why Iām lonely when I am with him. I won't have to beg for attention, or force togetherness, or play house anymore with someone who only wanted to play. I already have a child and pets. I do not need more, to be honest. I guess I am looking for a life that Iām in love with, again. One that doesnāt make me feel badly about myself.<br />
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My best friendās dad passed away. What this has to do with my story is that he was married to his wife for 56 years. The love he had for her, and she had for him, was grand in the truest sense of the word. It was a love to behold, a love to be in awe of, a love to aspire to. It was a partnership. They both loved each other and they both knew it. 50/50. 'Til death do they part. Thatās the love I want and covet. Even if I end up being single for the rest of my life, I will love myself grandly, like that. Because thatās the type of love I deserve.<em> RIP Uncle Joe.</em><br />
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In fact, thatās the type of love everyone deserves. Know your worth and stop giving discounts. I know myself and I love myself. More.<br />
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But, guess what? I'M GOING TO PARIS!!! AND I'm moving into a new house by a waterfall!! AND I'm going to Vegas!!! THAT'S the life I create for myself when I'm not being brought down by someone else baggage, issues, irresponsible behavior or selfishness. So, yes. I guess I am finding what I'm looking for...and if I'm not finding it...I'm creating it. Bitches.<br />
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Let me get this straight, I'm not bragging. I'm also not denying being sad, playing the 'What If' game, questioning my decision, blaming myself. I do it all. I venture to the dark side of the moon quite often. I miss my best friend, most of all. All friendships change, I get that. Those who I once considered my BFF's are now practically strangers. So, I understand that change happens on every level. But, I do miss having someone to tell all my secrets to, to laugh with over ridiculousness, someone with the same twisted sense of humor, someone to text my madness to. I've also lost friends and family and those I've considered friends and family. But, it's par for the course. Sadly, enough. Friends and family suffer through breakups, too. Or, most of them do. I'll still never get how the ex-future-mother-in-law can choose his exes over him. But, that's not my problem anymore. It's just further proof of the insanity I left and that is something to be grateful for. I also miss having an S.O. A date. Someone to go to weddings with, or dinners with or concerts or whatever with. I also hate taking Jack out when it's dark. But, just like I learned sharing my living space after being single for 17 years, I'll learn to get used to it. Even though I visit the dark side of the moon, I choose not to remain living there.<br />
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I'm going to be 50 in September I'm glad I'm spending my last year making changes to my life. I plan on sliding into 50 with fervor, passion and joy...among other things. Specifically hope. A year changes a lot. Who know where I will be or what I'll be doing or who I will be with. But, I'm off the hamster wheel and I'm so excited to see where this life is leading me.<br />
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So, to all of those who were wondering, asking and assuming 'what my deal is'. This is a snippet of that deal. My deal. Which, quite respectfully, is none of your damn business. There are those who think I made the wrong decision and that's fine. It doesn't matter what you can deal with in your life. It only matters what I can deal with in mine. You don't have to agree, or like it, or support it...and that's ok. YOU don't have to. I do and I am and I know wherever this path leads or whatever path I forge, it's going to be amazing. There are those that agree, like and support it. Those understanding loves and those who saw the sadness I worked so hard to hide. Those who know the person and the reality of it all. Those are the ones I thank and am grateful for. There are also those that know and turn a blind eye. That won't help him or anyone but that, respectfully, is not my damn business. I'm a truth teller. I call it like a see it and will never change or apply a filter for that. Sigh. But, I actually love that about myself. haha! I won't change that...ever.<br />
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Whew. Thank GAWD I got this all out of my head and heart. That load was getting too heavy to bear. It's been 7 months. Who knows how long healing takes after a break up. Some people say half<br />
the amount of time you spent together. Others say quickly. Some say never. I'm leading more towards the I'll heal but will never be immune to the hurt. I still hurt over my first love. I'm sure I'll always hurt over this one.<br />
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Please know, haters, that I'm not trash talking or bad mouthing. I'm venting what I need to let go off. It's already taken up too much space, time, energy and emotion. If you have nothing better to do than hate, go someplace else. Your shit is old and tired. Go away and amuse your inadequate selves with your lackluster lives. Psh.<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-21629276110415424002017-11-29T16:06:00.002-08:002017-11-29T16:45:00.954-08:002017 FavoritesDamn! This year FLEW by! I'm pretty sure I say this every year. But, every year it's true!! I barely wrote in 2017. That goes to show how sad and lost I was. I love to write. I love to write when I'm happy. Well, hopefully in 2018, I will be happy. Then, I will not only have filled my blogs but also finished my first book. Woohoo! Goals, baby, goals!<br />
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But, for now, here it is. The list you have all been waiting for...:::<i>insert</i> <i>total</i> <i>sarcasm</i> <i>font</i>:::...my 2017 favs!!<br />
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Yep. I love them. I know it's so annoying seeing all those FB posts...'How did we meet', 'Who's your celeb crush', 'Describe me' only using Gif's! Squeal!!!! Love them!!<br />
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Love the chair, love the cushion, love the total relaxation mode I enter as soon as I snuggle up in it. It's like a big, cuddly hug. I may even like the PAPASAN better than my bed....and that's saying a lot! Thanks, Pier One. You get a thumbs up for this little slice of heaven. Not to mention that my cat is in love, too. <br />
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I recently joined Gaia So I don't have a lot of experience yet. But, they have an introductory sign on price of .99 cents. Since I'm on the pathway to self improvement and mental clarity, I thought $1 was worth it. The monthly fee is $9.95 so we shall see how I feel at the end of the year. Currently, I am on Day 2 of a morning yoga ritual and I'm learning how to transform my mind, body and, most importantly, my soul. Thumbs up so far.<br />
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I don't know if I've listed this as a favorite before or not. If so, it still is. If not, it is! I started seeing Matty, again, because A. I just love him and B. I want to feel better. I have promised myself to take care of me. Now that I'm single, I am giving myself all the time, love and care I need. I love getting pricke...teehee...and I love the prick coma I enter while laying there. Matty is awesome. Check him out at Hudson Valley Acupuncture in Kingston. He's worth the wait and I promise, you won't regret it. He loves what he does and has a heart of gold. <br />
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Another geek product I adore. Why? Because I'm not a slave to Spectrum or DTV. I paid HUNDREDS each month for crap TV. Now, $40 later, I watch whatever the hell I want. Including Gaia! (See above). Check out Amazon and grab this little sucker. Just don't spend your life on your couch getting sucked in.<br />
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I am so glad I decided to become a Wine Guide. This has literally been one of the most amazing things I've ever done. Not to mention, I love the wine. My favorite is Small Hours, in case you were curious. Feel free to buy me a bottle, if ya want, from my website, so I get credit. Haha! But, no, seriously!<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-10066423921135544582017-11-22T18:03:00.005-08:002017-11-22T18:37:22.418-08:00Closing the Door. Today the door finally closed on a relationship that didn't feel anything like what was promised. <br />
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I need to cleanse and release and forgive. Not him, I need to forgive myself for trusting and loving someone who didn't have the capacity to love anyone more than he loves himself. It's harder than it sounds because I like to obsess and beat a dead horse and 'what if' myself to death. It's like I become addicted to sadness. I pitch a tent there, wallow in the pain, the hurt, the loneliness, the fear...I roast some marshmallows and get eaten alive by bugs. That's my sadness camping trip...and it sucks.<br />
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Jesus. Why do I do this? I am perfectly aware that feelings are visitors and I need to let them go. I am perfectly aware that I control my thoughts and have the power to change them to be something more lovely. I am perfectly aware that good things are coming and I needed to let go of the past. I am perfectly aware that this relationship was one sided. I am perfectly aware that nothing is real with someone who is fake. I am perfectly aware. Logically, realistically, painfully, perfectly aware. <br />
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It's like watering artificial flowers. I spent time working & willing shit to grow...but it wasn't real. Nothing was ever going to grow. I put so much energy in that I have nothing left. I'm depressed. And, again, I am perfectly aware of all of this bullshit.<br />
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I should be excited. I finally have the chance to take care of me. Just me and yet I'm scared. I don't know what I like...but I know what he likes. I don't know my passion...but I know his. I don't know what to do with my time because it was always consumed with him. Yet, this was what I needed to do because I lost myself in a place that never made me truly happy. In a place that was temporary. In a place where my partner was fine being content even if I wasn't.<br />
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Now I am afraid to date or fall in love or have a relationship or even talk to anyone. Because, what if it's all watering fake flowers. What if I didn't learn this valuable lesson that I was meant to learn. See? There's those lame 'what if's'. So negative. Why my mind chooses that path is beyond me. <br />
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I had to do this. I had to take care of myself, my heart, my self, my ego. He didn't love me the way I need to be loved. It's better to be alone than to be with the wrong one. To be lied to, constantly and consistently. If you've read my posts before, you know I hate liars. This is why. Because I believe what you say. I believe you so much I ignore your actions until I just can't any longer. Because, not only am I honest with everyone else, I'm also honest with myself. <br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-91733346517581355652017-02-10T13:18:00.001-08:002017-02-11T06:05:12.643-08:00What I'm Thinking Today<br />
Well, my year has started out pretty much the same as every year, with a few exceptions.<br />
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I forgave a person who hurt my feelings. Yep. I'm a forgiver. I typically do not hold grudges, can see another's point of view and rarely hate. However, there are those rare occasions when I want to hate so badly. But, that seems to never last. I wish I could hate, though. I think it would feel really good. Kind of like when I lose my temper and the Irish volcano explodes in all it's beauty! That shit feels good. I'm not going to lie. I do usually have 1 person that I 'hate' and by that I mean...I don't wish them death. I just wish they'd get their period in shark infested waters or something similar. Hey...they could survive, if it were meant to be so! Psh.<br />
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I started binge watching 'Gilmore Girls'. Which is hysterically similar to my life. This reminds me....why does Luke tap his pen on his tongue? Lick the pen? This is not the 1700's nor does spit make Bic perform any better. Hmmm...another one of life's questions.<br />
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Last night I had a dream that everyone was naked and I was trying to explain why I hadn't shaved my vag. The lady next to me said since we are going back to the 70's and being nudists, anyway, that I shouldn't worry about it and that I should let my leg and under arm hair grow, too. <i>(PS- yes...I did shave this morning.)</i><br />
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The night before I had a dream that my Dr. couldn't open his Garth Brooks cd because it was frozen. I got all worked up and kept telling him to call the manufacturer. That the cd was made in NY and they should know that it gets cold here. <br />
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Yea. These are just minor ones that I've had this week. Some of them are literally insane. The funny thing is my daughter dreams the same way. Abe doesn't. So, where do these thoughts, ideas and fairy tales come from? Another life? Another dimension? Insanity?<br />
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I also have more conversations with my cat than I've ever had. Sometimes I walk away wondering what the hell I agreed to. He's lucky he's cute. He's also an alien. I keep asking him to just take me away to his planet where I can be Queen. He doesn't listen, though. Apparently, I have to continue to suffer the fools.<br />
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Oh! I was driving to work this morning. Yesterday was a snow day...which is awesome, by the way. I love being trapped in my house. Like when Hurricane Irene came. We were without food, electricity & water for days...and I loved every minute of it. Except the cold showers at my sisters. That I could live without. Anyway, I digress. I think someone should come up with an invention....it's my idea so I should get a percentage of profits...of something that either cleans your window or prevents the car in front of you from kicking their muddy, melty, dirty, snow sludge all over. I legit couldn't see. I have the 'Do not freeze' wiper fluid...but it still doesn't work when it's 19 degrees. I had to pull over and clean my windshield at Stewarts. Why is there not a thing? Why isn't there some magical force field that prevents me from being blinded on a snowy road? Why? Why? Why? haha<br />
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I was thinking again about how I'd like my life to be like a book. One that I could go back and read again, except choose different chapters. Like different paths. Just so I could see what would have happened. It's probably good that I can't. I'd probably be depressed...or sad that I missed out on something amazing. Then again, I'd probably be super happy that I wasn't stupid and I chose right! I still think it would be pretty awesome. Even if you can't choose different chapters that are comparable with your life choices. I'd still like to see what happened...what I've forgotten....what I didn't give enough attention to. I mean, who really remembers everything in their life? I remember weird shit that doesn't matter. Yet, I can't remember important things that I should. For example, I remember being in high school at Patti Davis' house learning the words to 'Tom Sawyer' by Rush. But, I can't remember the name of the cabins at work. Weird. <br />
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BTW..how lucky are kids today? They just need 'Google' to know the lyrics to a song. Yes...I just looked at the lyrics to 'Tom Sawyer' and we were close....but not quite. <br />
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Apparently, I'm pretty effed up. Weird dreams, crazy memory, talking cats....lunacy. I'm freaking crazy!! <br />
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OMG. I hope I'm never alone in my life. I'd hate to be a lunatic with no one there to watch or stop me. Sigh. I probably will be alone. I'm an only child with commitment problems. I like being alone. I was single for 100 years in Vegas and loved it. Just me and Manda. Now I've been with Abe for...6 years? Maybe. 5 years? I don't know but he's my longest relationship. I don't know if that's good or bad. As a matter of fact, I started talking to Abe right after I moved here. So....6 years I've been with Abe. Wow. I'm kinda blowing my own mind right now. I don't know what to think about that.<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-53698371833732968242016-11-22T11:27:00.002-08:002016-11-22T11:40:59.175-08:002016 Favorite's<br />
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I can't believe it's been another year! Holy time flies by! Not sure I'm liking that too much, but, here's what I do like! This year!<br />
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<b>BAR SOAPS:</b> I usually use Bath & Body Works Shower gel....then lotion...then perfume....usually. However, lately, I've acquired a love for bar soap. Not Ivory or Dove..good, pure, pretty bar soap. Lavender is my favorite, of course. It's my smell. That and eucalyptus. I also found locally made soap, which is awesome! <a href="https://webanaturalproducts.com/" target="_blank">WEBA</a> Anyone who knows me knows I love nature and animals so this company makes my newfound soap love even more perfect. Check them out. #shoplocal<br />
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<b>PEPPER JELLY & CREAM CHEESE:</b> OMG. It sounds disgusting and a little like a joke, but it's amazing and makes your mouth happy. Jilly always serves this up whenever she has a get together at her cute little home. Love going there...and eating! haha She gets this jelly from the Christmas Tree Shop in Poughkeepsie. I haven't been there yet but she plans on taking me one day. Maybe that store will end up on next years list. Hmmm.<br />
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<b>AMBITION BISTRO: </b> Recently, I went to Schenectady...which is not only fun to say, it's a pretty fun city to visit, too. Erica and I went on a little adventure to see Dirty Dancing and shop. While walking around, we stopped to have lunch in this quirky, cute, little fun place. Loved the decor, the people, the Bloody Mary's and the sandwich called 'Jeremy's Package'! <i>(of course we ordered that! haha)</i> BTW, also ordered the 1st Bloody Mary that I've had since Vegas. I forgot how amazing they are! So, this entry has 2 fav's in 1. Check them out on Facebook and then in person! <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ambitionbistro/" target="_blank">Ambition Bistro</a><br />
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<b>POO-POURRI</b> - Need I say more?<br />
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<b>FOOT SPA: </b>- There is one in Kingston and one in Stone Ridge. No happy endings but a happy 30 minute foot massage to treat yourself is just as good. Take time for you. Treat your feet!<br />
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<b>107.3 WRWD: </b>- My friend, Tami, would be proud. I know when I'm belting out Blake Shelton in my car, she is somewhere smiling because I've once again crossed over the country line. I haven't taken up line dancing or getting myself pregnant again, but I do know most of the songs on this station. Yes, my fellow rockers, sometimes it is good to embrace all music. Now, if anyone would like to give their TOC tickets to me, I'd gladly accept.<br />
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<b>WHITE FUDGE OREOS: </b> What do you want first? The good news or the bad? Let's do the bad....they are only for a Limited Time. Around Christmas, these yummy little suckers appear on the shelves...then disappear just as quickly. The good...they are AMAZING! Kudos to Nabisco for taking my O Obsession even farther! Grab these while you can because if I get there first, there won't be any left. <br />
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Now, I don't have many this year because I'm still enjoying all the things from previous years. Nothing really new has floated my boat....but I did save the best for last.<br />
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<b>ERICA:</b> Where do I begin? My arch nemesis. The only person I despised for over 20 years. The only person I said I hated. The only person who was associated with the bad shit in my previous life. The person I laid blame on. Yea. Her. <br />
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She's my best friend. Funny how life works, huh? I was getting ready for my 30th reunion and logged onto Classmates only to find an email from Erica. Very polite, very nice, asking for help. She wanted me to talk to my friend about his life and try to save him. I looked at the date because I haven't been friends with said person for 5 years. Exactly how old her email was. So, me being me, sat there and thought. SHIT! She probably thinks I'm the biggest bitch on the planet! I ignored her and didn't even mean to. That's terrible. Anyone who knows me knows that A. I'm a forgiver. and B. I'm nice. So, I shot her an email of Facebook saying sorry it took me so long, I couldn't help her, hope all is well. <br />
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I can't live without this woman. We literally rock. She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, she makes me want to protect her and she protects me. It's real. It's genuine. It's something I am pissed about missing out on. Mostly mad at myself. Mad for believing people without investigating. Mad for not going right to her and asking about all the shit I was told. Mad for trusting those who didn't deserve my trust. Gawd...I was so stupid. But, you know, things happen for a reason.<br />
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I'm not sure what the reason is, yet, but I do know it's good...and it's gonna make us laugh. I know that we share secrets. Some shit I didn't know, some she didn't know and how we both played the fool, at one point or another, with people. We are so much alike, it scares the shit out of me. Yet, I understand now why my ex love (s/d) her...and me. We are the same person. We are the shit. It's no wonder why we scare the hell out of people. It's no wonder people are jealous and insecure over us. It's no wonder we both get harassed and stalked and attacked by the weak. We are happy. We are living our lives, enjoying each other and, best of all, we relate. We get it. We understand. We may be the only ones who do but we don't care what anyone else thinks! This is about us and only us.<br />
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I mean, I do not like living in the past. In fact, I avoid it at all costs because it does nothing for me. But, I needed to know these things. To close the door, to forgive, to let go and to realize that maybe this is the reason. Us. We are the reason.<br />
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So, January 23rd is our frienderversary. She is the Veronica to my Betty. The Lucy to my Ethel. The Baby to my Johnny. The brownie to my blondie. My all time favortie of the year is becoming friends with Erica. Against all odds...and even though it's shocked the hell out of many and pissed off the rest. We do not care. We will be friends for the rest of our lives, come hell or high water...or bitches, or hoes, or cheaters, or jackasses, or liars, or chicks whose eyes are too close together. Yea. I said it.<br />
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You can keep doing what you do and we will keep laughing at you because we know the truth. Anyway, got that out of my system...and it's gone. Bye, bye.<br />
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The best thing about Erica is her heart. She loves and would do anything for those she loves. It's sad that people...including myself...judge her before they see how beautiful she is. Plus, our men like each other and are friends, too! Yay for double dates!<br />
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So, here's too another year of adventures, family parties, girls night outs, vacations, camping trips, dinners, movies, brunches, game nights, holidays, shopping sprees, cocktails, cawfee, kayaking, foot massages, parades, Taco Tuesdays, dog walks, hikes, texts, emails, phone calls, videos...haha...and celebrating our friendship and making up for lost time.<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-40999701082913701902016-07-15T10:57:00.001-07:002016-07-15T10:57:17.015-07:00Lost in the Shower.I haven't blogged in a long time. Maybe that's why I haven't 'been myself' lately. I haven't been purging the madness in my head. So, here's back to being me. <br />
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Did you know I lost an INCH! And not in my waist. I used to be 5'8".....used to be. What the hell? I cannot believe I am getting older to begin with. But, to have all of this extra shit jumping on that band wagon is really bugging me. I like being tall! Granted...when I was in middle school and taller than all the boys, I didn't like it. When I was in high school and had to stoop over for my prom picture, I didn't like it. But, since college - I like it!! Damn it. It seems that everything I like<i> (d)</i> is going to shit. I liked my teeth - shit. I liked my stomach - shit. I liked my body - shit. I liked my height - shit. I'm going to start disliking stuff. See what happens.<br />
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Am I the only one who does weird stuff in the shower?<br />
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I mean...I do yoga in the shower. I also make waterfalls with my elbows...or boobs. I smush my toes in the bubbles. I squeeze my scrunchy poof thing so the water rinses off the cat hair from the side of the tub. I clean with my feet. I talk to the pets. I step out of the water, bubble up my entire body, act like a yeti and then step back under the shower when I get cold. <br />
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Everyone sings in the shower. So, don't tell me that one like it's special and unique. I've recorded 4 singles this week alone.<br />
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Wouldn't it be cool if people could dream together? Like, if I was dreaming about Abe, I could invite him into my dream so he'd get it. Instead of me trying to explain the craziness to him in the morning. Ya know? Sort of like a multi-player game.<br />
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Or I wonder how many times I've unknowingly avoided my death. Or...what are snails actually doing or where are they going? Today, my shower thought was...is anyone stupid enough to think they caught an STD from a former lover 10 years ago and just found out about having it NOW or are they smart enough to realize their current partner is cheating on them? Yea. I'm surrounded by an idiot cluster. And whores, apparently. Haha.<br />
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I argue with everyone in the shower. I come up with amazing rebuttals and comebacks to past arguments, current arguments and arguments that haven't even occurred yet. I obviously perform because I've recorded singles. (see above) I still do not sing well, though. Sorry. I've gotten shower schizophrenia. Meaning, I hear things when I'm home alone and in the shower. I've actually gotten out, soaking wet, grabbed a towel and creeped around the house. This is funny because I have wood floors and wet feet. Yea, good times. <br />
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<u>NEOSPORIN.</u><br />
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Coconut Oil has like 3 million uses so, all you need, for the rest of your life, is a big jar of it. Raw, organic and extra virgin. Your life is now complete.<br />
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The real reason I'm feeling pretty optimistic about 2016.<br />
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I'm an addict. I have pinned my dream house, my meals for the rest of my life, my wedding, my garden, things to do with my grandchildren, places I want to go or have been to, nature, anything and everything that thrills me....seriously. Send help. And follow me: Kelly's Blogs. I've pinned some amazing shit...and will continue until my fingers freeze or my iPad dies.<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-3965691268962816632015-11-05T10:17:00.000-08:002015-11-05T10:17:02.976-08:00Menopause, Moving and Mother Effers.Lately, I have been a lunatic who gets ridiculously hot every morning while getting ready for work. I thought about it and was pretty sure that I was starting to be pre-menopausal. I mean...47...makes sense. Since a Type 1 Diabetic automatically loses 15 years off their lifespan, it made sense that I would be ready to start menopause.<br />
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One trip to the Doctor confirmed that it was true. Peri-Menopausal. My estrogen is threatening to go on strike. This means, I'm still hot, it just comes in flashes now. Ba dum chhhh. I was put on mood pills to keep the moods in check and we are holding off on hormones. Apparently, hormones aren't suggested if you have a history of breast cancer in your family. Since my mom just went through all of that cancer bullshit last year, I'm probably not a good candidate for hormone therapy.<br />
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So, what the eff? Do I become a hairy, sweaty, sexless cow? Is that my future? Ugh. Holy shit balls. Men.....screw you. Seriously. Women have to deal with all of this crap because we are tough. I'm convinced. Periods, child birth, menopause. Yea. If men had to deal, we'd have a bunch of whiny, crying babies walking around with balls. I promise you. Take a look at your man when he has a cold. Psh. Wuss.<br />
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Speaking of my mom, she's moving to Florida tomorrow. I wish that she wouldn't. I like her here being surrounded by awesome friends and family. But, she doesn't want to deal with winter. I told her...EVERYONE hates winter but we deal because all else is so amazingly beautiful. Even winter is beautiful and who doesn't want snow on Christmas morning? I also told her that Florida was the waiting room for death. haha! Not nice, I know, but I'm not a Florida fan. Be there, done that, wasn't impressed. <br />
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As many of my friends know, I LOVE October. I love Fall, Halloween, sweaters, boots, leaves, the smell, mums, the decorations....I love everything about it. I still love it even though October, recently, has sucked. Significantly. Since moving from Vegas, October - while it now gives me everything I truly love about it here in NY - has been a month full of hardships. I have lost jobs, broken up, moved, been threatened, attacked, lied to and had to deal with legal issues. Things way beyond my maturity level. <br />
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So, my question is this....why are people such Mother Effers in October? Is it because they are MFers every month and I don't notice? Is it because winter is coming so they think it's ok to be a MFer? Is it me? Am I attracting MFers? Whatever it is..... MFer's smell like drama and a headache and I want them to go away.<br />
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How about this....stay the eff away from me in October. Let me have my pumpkin party. Let me walk in the woods and collect leaves. Let me break out my Uggs. Let me smell the air. Let me think about hibernating and shut the eff up. I don't want to have to break up with October....but I will. I will. I will love September more. Don't tempt me.<br />
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Lastly, it's Throwback Thursday. #TBT. Here's some throwbacks from the best decade EVER!!!! The 80's.<br />
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Some mood music: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaNzrXAUHBk" target="_blank">Hey, Mergatroid! Let's gooooo!</a><br />
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*Peace.</3>Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-19329641561846787052015-09-09T09:37:00.002-07:002015-09-09T10:19:46.497-07:00Screw Waldo. Where's Kelly?I'm going to be 47 this month. Forty. Seven. Four times Ten plus Seven. <br />
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I never thought about growing up like many people did. What I would do, what I would be, where I would go, how I would be? Those thoughts never crossed my mind. My mind just didn't work that way. Still doesn't. The same way that I never thought about getting married or what career I would have. I didn't have those dreams. Ever. <br />
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Maybe I'm more of a 'present' mind, rather than a 'future' mind person. I do know I'm a little 'past' mind so that's thing with me. Ew. I need to let that shit go.<br />
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Now, sitting here...in my 'present' mind, I do think that I should be more rooted at this age. And...more importantly, why am I not? I was more rooted at 37 than at 47. Sad, but true. Why is that? Maybe because I'm a hot mess. Maybe that should be the name of my reality show. 'Hot Mess'. There probably already is one....I just 'Googled' and yep, there is. I'm not the only one. Damn it.<br />
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I need to plant my roots. I need to get a real job, buy a home, find my happy and live my life. I have been running around like an errant teen for too many years. All helter skelter moving this way and that way, working this job and that job, barely living and making myself more and more unhappy.<br />
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Do you know what makes you happy? Do you have a happy? Other than kids, dogs, family, S.O.....I'm talking something, entirely yours, that makes you smile and puts your soul at rest. Something where you feel peace and, in that moment, everything is ok with the world. I'm like that with nature. I can get lost in the woods and feel more restful than ever. I need to find more things that make me happy. Winter is coming and that woods shit will cease.<br />
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I'm not. The things I want are out of my reach at the moment. At the moment, though, so that means my hope hasn't died. I still have faith in my path and my life and myself. <br />
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But, seriously, I am becoming super unhappy with life. Or..I have been unhappy with my life. The past 5 years have been rough. I know that I have control of that but I can't even find the energy to take control. Maybe it's a thing with women my age. You know...The Menopause game. The Pre-Menopause game. The Hell Fire Your Ass is OLD game. Maybe my body is going through so many changes that my mind has become tainted. Don't get me wrong, I still find humor in everything. I still laugh every day. I still look for adventure and fun. But....I have gotten into the bad habit of feeling bad. Angry. Mad. Sad. All the time. This does not work for me.<br />
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In addition, I'm now looking for some holistic healing or ritual to get my mind back to where it belongs. Reiki, Chakra, Meditation, Zen, Shaman....Drum Circles. No, just kidding, no drum circles....I have no rhythm. haha! But, anything that might retrain my mind from the negative to the positive. From the anger to the peace. From the lack of patience to the zen. From the annoyance to the joy. What the hell will do that for me and where can I find it? I don't want to be medicated. I want to be motivated.<br />
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Do I even believe in this stuff?<br />
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Maybe I'm just not happy with my life and need to make changes. Work? Relationships? Home? Health? Who knows. But, something needs to happen. Something needs to change. Sooner rather than later.<br />
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Where am I is the real question. Where did I go? Where's Kelly?<br />
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Being a woman is rough. Being a middle aged woman is rough. We have all these annoying feelings. Ew. <br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-39903472861880954822015-07-10T13:07:00.000-07:002015-07-10T14:07:09.781-07:00Deep Thoughts with Kelly.Sometimes I wish life had a magical book. A magical 'what if' book where you could choose different paths and see what would have happened. Like...what would my life had been like if I stayed in college instead of dropping out. Or...if I dated Matty instead of staying in a loser relationship. Or...if I didn't move to Vegas....or..if I had never left. What if I married the first guy that asked me or the second and not the third? What if I wasn't adopted? You know? <br />
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Then there are dreams. Are they about things that may have happen in a past life or are happening in an alternate universe? My subconscious cannot make up some of the shit I dream. There's no freaking way...especially if I'm asleep.<br />
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I dream nightly. Vividly. In color. I dream, wake up and wonder if it really happened. I dream, wake up, fall back to sleep and the dream continues. And my dreams are far from normal. They are very intense, detailed, powerful and strong. I always remember them. I always feel from them. Something is always taken and evoked from them. I believe in them. The strangers, the oddities, the danger, the happiness, the craziness...I believe. I have always been this way. <br />
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Ok..whoa..drowning in my head here. Let's get back to this moment.<br />
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Did you know you only need 2 signatures to commit someone? It's true. This means, at any given moment, Abe and Amanda could have me committed to an insane asylum. Isn't that, in itself, crazy? What if a husband and his lover choose to commit the wife? He and the home wrecker just sign and away they go. I asked my Dr. if this was a true story and he said yes. Then I proceeded to tell him Abe and Amanda's plan so if I ever go missing, he knows the true story. <br />
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Once upon a long time ago, in a kingdom far, far, away, I had time to simply sit and read. I know...shocking..... During one of these special, now non-existent, moments, I read that shutting the toilet lid meant all your chi and money would not go down the drain. Yea. Even though I am miles away from having a feng shui home, I am not interested in tempting the fates by leaving the lid open. So, that little zen nugget..<em>no pun intended</em>...stayed with me and, to this day, I shut the lid. It has become an odd little quirk of mine. <br />
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I was thinking about Nestle Quik last night.<em> (Yes...my mind is out of control.)</em> I remember how awesome it was to be a kid and make your own chocolate milk. I'd pop off that metal lid with the spoon and my party would begin. I was the type who had a chocolate milk ritual. Yes, I had my glass with dinner every night but that wasn't it. The ritual was in the making.....and I had it down to a delicious science. I would dunk my spoon in the milk and then into the chocolate powder. This would create this chocolate film of goodness. I'd put my lips on it and pop the chocolate skin and a poof of chocolate powder would escape. I'd go into some sort of chocolate powder puff haze where I'd gleefully dunk and lick until all the chocolate was gone from the spoon. Then I'd grab another spoonful and stir it into my milk. That's it. Just one spoonful. The spell would break then I'd eat my dinner and drink my chocolate milk while watching 'The Wonderful World of Disney'...7pm. Somehow, that rabbit spun it's chocolate mound of delight around my world and I couldn't escape. I have to blame it on the bunny. For sure. It was all Quicky. <br />
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Oh, and for those that care, NO on the strawberry and HELL NO on the banana. Ew. <br />
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Speaking of Quicky & Trixy, haha! Not really but it sounded like a great opener for all FIFTY states legalizing gay marriage and the fact that haters have poked their greasy, red neck, back ass woods heads out from under swamp rocks. I swear. I'm all about people having opinions..that's our human right...to spew shit no matter how ignorant. It's not my job to enlighten anyway or realistically and truthfully point out the facts to anyone. You can't fix stupid...so I just shake my hear and move on. But....there are some things that I just can't walk away from. This is one of them. <br />
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What do you care? How does this decision affect your small lives? Why are you threatened? You don't have to sleep with the same sex. You don't have to live their lives. You don't have to deal with the miles of bullshit that they have to deal with. Racism and bigotry has been harassing innocent people for decades. The fact that in 2015, it continues is sadly shocking and disgusting.<br />
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So...why do you care? Is it because it threatens your 'sanctity' of marriage? I would think the divorce rate would do that. Is it because it's a 'sin'? When is the last time you sinned? I'd be confident to say it was within the past 24 hours. Is it because 'GOD' doesn't allow it? Well, you won't be the one affected should he/she decide to bring down his wrath. Is it because 'it's not right'? Neither is being capable of working and living off the system, having illegitimate kids and/or putting your kids up for adoption, (Oh, and PS, a successful, happy, gay couple are probably the adoptive parents.) Is it because it's unconventional? So are women being allowed to vote, work, drive, have a voice - African American s not being slaves, sold, tortured, raped and murdered. The world is evolving and your not evolving with it. Are you afraid your children or grandchildren might be gay? I'd be proud. Embrace it. Maybe they can point you in the right direction regarding fashion. Is it because you're afraid someone might hit on you? Don't worry. You're safe. <br />
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Love. Nothing else should matter. Love is an emotion that we all feel, for many different reasons, for many different things....does it bother you that I don't love cauliflower and you do? It shouldn't. Does it matter that you love going to church and I don't? That shouldn't either. The amazing thing about life and humans is that we have the freedom to feel as we please. To pursue happiness....to love fully and greatly....to live each day with joy and pride. What I do or do not do shouldn't matter to you. I'm not gay, by the way. But, if I was....it would be a very sad shame that I would be denied human rights, equality, love, fairness. It would be sad that you would be missing out on a fun, beautiful, loving, kind person just because you are blinded by hatred. Love is love. That's all and everything. So, if the haters are going to hate, move on. I'm not interested in bigots of any kind. I'm also not interested in the sanctimonious bullshit that is being spewed from your mouths because, trust me, you are not all and everything. Thank God.<br />
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In other news, I got a kayak! Yep. Now if it would just stop raining, I could kayak my ass all over the Hudson Valley. OMG. I cannot wait. This takes my exploration of nature to a whole new level. So, if you're out on the lake and see a neon green kayak upside down...please flip me over. Thanks.<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-78836542374827063142015-03-06T13:21:00.005-08:002015-03-06T13:21:57.904-08:00I Ain't Got Time For That!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Minimum Delivery Order.</strong><br />
Just bring me my damn food. You should be thanking me for buying the shit, not pushing rules on me!<br />
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<strong>Messed Up Coffee Orders.</strong><br />
I said milk and 1 Splenda. It's not rocket science. Milk. 1 Splenda. And, yes, I can tell you used sugar! <br />
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<strong>Slow Walkers.</strong><br />
You are NOT the only person on the planet. Make way, slugs! <br />
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<strong>Black Licorice.</strong><br />
Seriously. Just be red.<br />
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<strong>Fast &Furious 7.</strong><br />
Fuck you, Vin Diesel. How many damn times do we need to see this movie? And isn't that cutie Paul Walker dead? Ugh. Way to pour salt in the wound.<br />
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<strong>Passwords.</strong><br />
I have no idea what they are because I keep having to change them! Enough, already! Give me one password, for everything needing passwords and go away. <br />
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<strong>Celebrities Who Have No Talent.</strong><br />
Kardashians. Brandi, Teresa and most of the Housewives. The entire Jersey Shore cast. I'm sure there are tons more but really? I have more talent and no fame or money. Life is not fair.<br />
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<strong>Most Facebookers.</strong><br />
The prayer seekers. <em>*Can be combined with LWJHD braggers.</em> The 'OMG, FB is going to charge us!'/Share our info/blah blah believers. The Selfie Addict. <em>*See previous post.</em> The haters. The internet politicians. <br />
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<strong>Getting Out of the Shower When It's Cold.</strong> <br />
It's so warm and steamy and no. Just no.<br />
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<strong>'Are You Still Listening'</strong><br />
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<strong>Flight Delays.</strong><br />
I PAID a ton for this flight. You better damn well not delay me. Give me my destination NOW!<br />
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<strong>Unapproved Vacation Time.</strong><br />
WTH said you had power over my vacay? I go when I want! Unless you're paying for my vacay, doing my work, accruing my time and salary, you can suck it. <br />
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Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-61521702655146645142015-02-13T09:25:00.003-08:002015-02-13T15:48:12.027-08:00Love/Hate RelationshipI love Valentine's Day. <br />
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Reasons I love Valentine's Day:<br />
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I love candy. Chocolate, Gummy, Peanut Butter, Red Licorice, it doesn't matter. Just give it to me. Hell, I'll even take dessert. Cake, ice cream, tiramisu, pudding....<br />
I love getting attention. Yep. It's all about me and how much you love me! I need to know!<br />
Fleurs. Fleurs and plants are 2 of my favorite things. I think I should have flowers around me all the time. That's what I think. <br />
Love. I love love. I do. I'm a romantic at heart. Don't tell anyone.<br />
The day after, you can buy all kinds of yummy deliciousness half off! Wooo! Shopping spree!<br />
Those cute little cards kids give out. Like in Elementary school when everyone decorated a paper lunch bag with lace hearts and ribbon so kids could put their cute little folded cards in there with just their names on it. Good times.<br />
Getting pampered. Massage, pedi, mani, whatever. Do it, baby, do it.<br />
The color red. I like it. It's the same color as my kitchen...and poppies....go red.<br />
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I made the colossal mistake of getting married on V-Day. You can see how well that worked out. **cough cough not my idea cough cough**<br />
I don't believe there should be one day of love a year. Buy me flowers next month. Fucker.<br />
If you are single, you feel like an A-hole. Way to make someone feel worse, life. Real nice.<br />
Sitting at work and seeing a thousand roses...and I hate roses.<br />
Conversation hearts. I'd rather lose a conversation with some good candy. Not chalk. <br />
The price goes up double on everything! Food, candy, flowers. <br />
The people who complain about Valentine's Day because you should show your partner you love them every day! Say it, don't spray it, Don Juan.<br />
Teddy bears. Teddy bears are creepy..and cheap. Especially that place that makes you put the heart in the teddy bear corpse. *shudder*<br />
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So, Happy Valentine's Day to all the couples, singles, family, friends, lovers. Be good to each other because this so called holiday makes it hard for everyone regardless of what their Facebook status says. And, if you are still having a hard time with this holiday, just remember that March reportedly has the most breakups. <br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-26855794556298646512015-01-27T10:45:00.002-08:002015-01-27T15:19:23.237-08:00Selfie-Absorbed.All Narcissists, please raise your hand! And take a selfie!<br />
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I swear. Social Media, of which I am a big fan and an employee of, has made us all narcissists. Come on, admit it. You log on every day to see how many likes that picture of your kids got. Or how many comments your witty post got. Or how many shares that hysterical meme got! Or how much love your pathetic, victimizing cry for attention received? This is your moment in the spotlight! Your moment to shine! <br />
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Who likes me?! How many friends do I have? Am I loved? Am I special? Am I everything I wanted to be and more?? Am I famous?!?!?!?! Finally??!?!!!<br />
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Then you have the selfies. Ugh. I'm guilty of an occasional selfie. Whether it's something that is making me laugh, I'm making fun of, is just so bizarre or I just have no other choice. I'm ok with those, it's me, I'm hysterical AND I'm famous...albeit in my own mind.<br />
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I am so BORED with logging onto Instagram or checking out Facebook to see what the world is doing and seeing the above bullshit. You're boring! You bore me. You lose the 2.5 second attention span I had reserved for you. Please, I beg of you, put the camera away, for feck sake and go live. Really live. No one cares what you look like except the person your sleeping with and I feel sorry for them. <br />
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Speaking of working out...everyone knows my feelings about it and if you don't, I hate it. I think it sucks. I can think of a million and a half other things I'd rather be doing than hanging out in some dank, enclosed, stinky, cement cave with brainless steroid induced muscle heads and sweaty whores with makeup on for hours every day. Yea..SO not my thing. I'd rather be outside doing something amazingly worth my time, effort and sweat. <br />
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Opening hard to open jars. Ugh. Right? I know you feel me here.<br />
Preventing Jack from running outside whenever I open the door or actually taking him out to pee and him dragging me halfway down the lawn.<br />
Shaving my legs without falling over. <em>(And other places.)</em><br />
Straightening my hair. Whatta nightmare. <br />
Grocery shopping. Whether it's the wonky cart, the walking around aimlessly trying to find shit or trying to carry all the bags in at once. <br />
Pumping gas. Hey..someone has to open and close the gas cap.<br />
Coloring. My hands...they hurt me...but damn it! I'm finishing that picture!!<br />
Standing in line. I move way more than necessary. <br />
Sex. Hey.....it counts...even if I just lay there. haha<br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-84510156535017517252014-12-26T11:05:00.001-08:002014-12-26T11:05:04.378-08:00Fuck It. I Made a Bucket. *updated*<div>
It's no surprise that I've been in a funk for a few months. In an attempt to drive myself toward the road to recovery, I decided to make a Bucket List. Now, I have always had a list. I have just never shared it. I also haven't updated it in a while. So, I drug out the old 'to-do' list, dusted it off & began to resurrect it. It actually made me very happy that I could cross some things off & insert new ones. I will try to update this as often as I can. I am not making any promises. The only promise made here is to me.<br />
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1. Write and publish a book...or two.<br />
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2. Eat crepes in Paris.<br />
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3. Zip line thru a rain forest canopy in South America.<br />
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4. Go on an African safari and see the Big 5.<br />
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7. White water raft down the Colorado.<br />
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14. Visit Monetās garden in Normandy, France.<br />
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20. Ride a camel to the pyramids of Giza.<br />
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21. Hang out with the animals on Galapagos Island.<br />
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<em><span style="color: red;"><strong>Updated - </strong>December 6, 2014: Wow. Time to update this again. I haven't accomplished much in the past few years but I have learned to let go. I am determined to accomplish more than one of these in 2015.</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Updated</strong> - June 5, 2010: Getting laid off allowed me to accomplish 2 things on my Bucket List. I spent an entire day reading and it was wonderful. I am on my way to live in Washington State. 2 down! 48 to go!</em></span><br />
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This has been a fun, crazy and busy year for us here in the Craig/Sahler/Wright household! <br>
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Amanda was chosen to play 'Janet' in her Theater Club's 'Rocky Horror Picture Show' performance. She did her mother proud! Except for the sex scenes...I had to close my eyes for that. She is also working at Moroney's Harley-Davidson and doing wonderful. She has a great work ethic. This makes me proud because most kids her age don't. She also has a cute boyf named Dominic. He's very sweet to her, comes from an awesome family and treats her like a lady. He better because Abe and I both have guns. Oh, I almost forgot, she bought a Harley. I don't know if I was mad at her, Abe or work for that purchase. But, she bought all the gear and looks like a real biker. She just needs to practice a little more before she sets out on the road. She's totally cute, though, and now her sweetness has a bit of 'Kelly' edge to it. <em>(another proud moment)</em><br>
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</div>Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-89768797413462720182014-12-18T10:40:00.003-08:002014-12-18T10:42:20.972-08:00Talking 'Bout a Resolution...I don't make resolutions. I never have. I am not much of a goal setter anyway. I'm more of a 'let shit just happen' kinda girl. So, this year, I'm thinking about change. I mean, resolutions are just promises that you make to yourself. They should be easy, not be some crazy difficult life changing bs that you won't ever succeed at. <br />
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Looking at my past few years, I must say, my life has reached the bottom of the rollercoaster in many ways. It's probably a good time to make some positive changes and reach the top of the coaster again. After all, that's where the good view is.<br />
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...control my reactions. I'm a reactor. Whether it's excitement, happiness, sadness, anger, I burst, explode, like a volcano. It's unexpected, loud and there isn't much thought behind it. The excitement and happiness emotions, let those rip. The reactions I want to control are the anger and sadness. These are the emotions I'd like to regard before I let them out and, with the help of my happy pills, I'm already on my way. <br />
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<br />Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-11246233954759261172014-11-18T16:10:00.001-08:002014-11-18T16:33:39.365-08:00What Are You Thankful For?<div class="WordSection1" style="page: WordSection1;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">just wrote an article on being thankful so I thought, letās make this personal and more āKellyā like. I canāt be āKellyā like in my articles. Sad but true. But I CAN be 'Kelly' like here! Yay!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Obviously, I am thankful for all the traditional things everyone is thankful for; family, friends, health, home, a JOB! Of course Iām thankful for all of those things! What kind of mad woman do you think I am? But, you know me, I like to go outside the box. So, come with me for a second while I climb out of the normal and jump into my crazy ass box to talk turkey. See what I did there? Talk turkey? 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Toilet seat covers. I could go into any public restroom in Vegas and there would be toilet seat covers. Without fail. Because sometimes you donāt want to hover. Because sometimes your legs hurt. Because sometimes you donāt want to pee on the seat. Or yourself. Or your clothes. Because sometimes youāre just too lazy to squat. Because sometimes you just donāt give a shit and you sit. We all do all of the above. Yep. Public restroom toilet seat anxiety. Itās a thing. Thatās why I am a big fan of toilet seat covers. Believe it or not, Vegas readers, they are not as commonplace as one would imagine. But, they do have them at Mohonk and for that I am thankful.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am thankful that my family doesnāt mind that sometimes I use their toothbrush. Hey. I forget what color mine is, or Iām half asleep or Iām just not paying attention. Sometimes I will start the process, wet the brush and then realize itās not mine. Sometimes I go all the way. Iāll get that random text from Amanda telling me Iām nasty and used her toothbrush but then she laughs. So, I know itās ok. Please. Abe has been in my mouth and Amanda has been in my body so really. Waitā¦that sounded beyond pervy. Sigh. But, seriously, there is nothing they are going to catch that they donāt already have! I get that itās gross but sometimes mishaps happen. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Netflix. Really thatās all I should have to say but Yes!! I am thankful for Netflix! I can watch what I want, when I want, for as long as I want, as many times as I want. I like doing what I want. So, thank you, Netflix. I wish more things were like you. Youāve given me seasons of āBreaking Badā, which Iām almost through but on tap is āOrange is the New Blackā and āGame of Thronesā. All I need is Netflix, snacks and this lamp. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-3zeMlmb36n9zSRuv3rsOIkasFiWFbAN0eYN0js9UHOSddDrQdFqqZRZEwvAYhqnYQMt163lq5FU25Soo3jWJWU_24QaVa_Vc0AEfQTXK2b4LzDkVMDfgel0N3uPW2lTq6w4jaRrA_o/s640/blogger-image--1685947584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-3zeMlmb36n9zSRuv3rsOIkasFiWFbAN0eYN0js9UHOSddDrQdFqqZRZEwvAYhqnYQMt163lq5FU25Soo3jWJWU_24QaVa_Vc0AEfQTXK2b4LzDkVMDfgel0N3uPW2lTq6w4jaRrA_o/s640/blogger-image--1685947584.jpg"></a></div> <o:p></o:p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I own 'The Jerk' so I don't have to Netflix it. I'm thankful I own 'The Jerk'. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The sound of my cat purring. It makes me feel heroic and like I have created this happiness that is so overwhelming it cannot be contained. It HAS to be heard. I am thankful for that. Timmy is a lovebug so he purrs, rubs, rolls over and just really lets you know heās in heaven and itās all because of you. Pure kitty meow love. But, Timmy is free with his purrs. He gives them regularly. Fred is tight with his. If Fred purrs, you know you really accomplished something magical and spectacular. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Iām thankful for big scarves. Not only do they look fashionable, but they keep my neck warm, the old lady gobble gobbler hidden and cover my tattoo. Something I cannot show at workā¦..how weird is that? That I am a middle aged woman who has to hide her tattoos? Anyway. Thatās a whole different subject. BUTā¦a scarf is wonderful and they make me very happy. In fact, thatās one of the reasons I like a chill in the air. Maybe I only have one but itās a good one Iām thankful for.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Does anyone I know mix together Peter Pan Creamy Peanut Butter and Syrup? I do and Iām so damn thankful for this, you cannot imagine. Itās my special treat before bed when my sugar feels low. Even Jack is thankful for this mixture of heavenly delight. Itās cheap, it doesnāt take much effort, itās got protein, itās fun to eat! YUM! Iām all about the peanut butter spoon lollipop but even more so about the addition of syrup. Any kind of syrup. Doesnāt matter if Aunt Jemima comes to town or Mrs. Butterworthā¦either one of those old ladies are welcome. Go aheadā¦try it tonightā¦.you know you want to. Then be thankful to me for turning you into a lover of this liquid gold creation.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCoHy5NiZJPWKLQBHRwZOKPuyuZOJfIVzolXax3i5Hb357_sF1YVg0cdQHhCB9cJH1MQXGOugF7q2oI_DM2X9L4XMLZRGdTOsz7Py4Bzhef3EABQCmvCcKA_XyBZBE_D3k4UERgQj7P8/s640/blogger-image--88121665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCoHy5NiZJPWKLQBHRwZOKPuyuZOJfIVzolXax3i5Hb357_sF1YVg0cdQHhCB9cJH1MQXGOugF7q2oI_DM2X9L4XMLZRGdTOsz7Py4Bzhef3EABQCmvCcKA_XyBZBE_D3k4UERgQj7P8/s640/blogger-image--88121665.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> I</o:p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">ām thankful for the internet. I am 1000 times more clever, smart, creative and entertaining. I am also 1000 times more lazy, unproductive, fat and unread. But, hey, this is about being thankful. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am thankful for aspirin. My boyf takes one a day to help prevent blood clots and thank goodness for that. It also relieves my aches and painsā¦from my damn teeth to my damn head to my damn body. Aspirin is a life saver. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am thankful for automatic car starters and seat warmers. I have neither but I'm thankful for them. Someday I hope to have a car that has them so I don't have to freeze my ass off all winter long. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Honestly, there are a million and a half things that I am thankful for. From the fact that my dog eventually comes back after he takes off like a bat out of hell through the woods, to the fact that I only have to pay for fuel oil during the winter, right down to the fact that . The list is long and slightly warped but always worth gratitude. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">*Peace. </span></p></div>Kellys Blogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06072707679041469084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386290561260497260.post-37420135502265760722014-11-07T16:12:00.001-08:002014-11-07T16:26:30.857-08:00Do I have A.D.D.?<div class="WordSection1" style="page: WordSection1;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Today at work a girl puked, it hailed and I forgot my lunch. If thatās not a sign that the world is ending, I donāt know what is.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Although I havenāt blogged in a while, it doesnāt mean that my life has become any less crazy, chaotic and full of madness because it hasnāt. My life is still crazy. The only difference isā¦.Iām too poor to spoil myself so I donāt go crazy because my life is crazy. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I miss my Vegas way of life. Not Vegas, just the way I lived my life. Yearly travel, quarterly Disney, monthly massages, bi-weekly pediās, weekly sushi and movies, daily Starbuckās. It sucks. Yea, I was spoiled but I spoiled myself and I deserved it. So there. Suck it. But, for the love of Zeus, this being poor shit sucks. Sucks big, fat, cellulitey, ass. Mine, in particular, because Iām definitely becoming a fatty. How is it that I put on winter weight in the summer? Stupid thyroid. Thatās the only thing I can blame it on because I refuse to blame it on Double Stuff Oreos and Boston CrĆØme donuts.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDP6cAQK88hgLun4ERR1erTBbM55s8PkJfd2puHVTZbMZsOdW5Hkm-Kc4Vb1P4WaX9qlTTqp43wDU_4CHDrd0Y-e_F4a8Z14e-h_eLysPwZVG36G6rXGpJukw3wuPqdJvKh91-HOSzJg/s640/blogger-image-1500533323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDP6cAQK88hgLun4ERR1erTBbM55s8PkJfd2puHVTZbMZsOdW5Hkm-Kc4Vb1P4WaX9qlTTqp43wDU_4CHDrd0Y-e_F4a8Z14e-h_eLysPwZVG36G6rXGpJukw3wuPqdJvKh91-HOSzJg/s640/blogger-image-1500533323.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ask me if I care though? My answer is a 98% no. There is that 2% moment when I have to suck it in to zip my pants but the rest of the times, thereās leggings. I wouldnāt say Iām fat either. Not really. Iām curvy now. I should appreciate these curves because I sure the hell didnāt have them when I was younger. The fact that I look like a retro pin up girl should be used to my advantage!! But, Iām too lazyā¦andā¦like I saidā¦I donāt care.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I wonder if that comes with age or if Iāve never truly cared. Probably a bit of both. I received a couple of compliments this weekend which I need to share because they really made me feel good. The first was when I was told that a woman in her 40ās is the most beautiful. Thatās when the beauty really shines through and is real. I imagined myself bursting with holes and beams of light shining out all over the universe spreading smiles. The other one was that she really liked me and admired how whatever comes out of my mouth is truth and not some bullshit. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApRmoEF6oor43vCLehUf2nOWRlT3J1nTTnLXSS1TU1l9CIpKcUAfE7DPtE0LZNEs7_1mYSSy3qqquGpfsQRVbjrjSL_X91-WVIiQsNzZT0GPu8pdGq3Oy8wK-P16ORMbh8Tn3GBK9Qkw/s640/blogger-image-848259922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApRmoEF6oor43vCLehUf2nOWRlT3J1nTTnLXSS1TU1l9CIpKcUAfE7DPtE0LZNEs7_1mYSSy3qqquGpfsQRVbjrjSL_X91-WVIiQsNzZT0GPu8pdGq3Oy8wK-P16ORMbh8Tn3GBK9Qkw/s640/blogger-image-848259922.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Yes. I unapologetically speak my truthful, realistic, honest mind. Some people would say that is mean and hurtful. They could be right if my intent were to be mean and hurtful. I speak truths because Iām not here to sugarcoat shit for anyone. If youāre acting like an asshole, Iāll be the one who tells you. If what you are doing is wrong, again, Iām going to say it. Itās almost like voicing my opinion. While my opinion is always what I speak, the truth, the reality, the way it is joins along. Some people donāt like that and I, quite honestly, donāt care. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Again, Iām not a mean spirited person but if you do not want a candid conversation about whatever, then I am probably not the person to be around or speak to. In fact, I think more people should be like me. I want to hear the real, honest you. Not some fortified, sprinkled, fake portrayal of who you think I want you to be. I want you to be you. Good, bad, indifferent. I truly believe there is beauty in everyone. Believe that of yourself and be you. Of course there will be those assholes that donāt like youā¦but there will be those assholes that do! Haha! And those are the assholes everyone should want to decorate their lives with. Cheers to assholes! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqp31dJmvAv33zkQBVvqrkU_u29qOPGMA1_1a6BV3I7QZARC7SHSmD0pXGoPCXX8zkHQ6CRIwgaya912-KAtaYkA2RsQasLTKh_l7MCV0_MFbX0N1zxlaodG7aZBLuXJY_4fsP3Oa3fFQ/s640/blogger-image-394081257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqp31dJmvAv33zkQBVvqrkU_u29qOPGMA1_1a6BV3I7QZARC7SHSmD0pXGoPCXX8zkHQ6CRIwgaya912-KAtaYkA2RsQasLTKh_l7MCV0_MFbX0N1zxlaodG7aZBLuXJY_4fsP3Oa3fFQ/s640/blogger-image-394081257.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So, yea, compliments are nice. Iām not really good at receiving compliments. I donāt think women usually are. Iām better at giving compliments. But a compliment on my character and true self means so much. Sort of validates when youāve been attacked for those same qualities in the past. But, those attacks are not my weakness. That Iām smart enough to realize.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I have too many pets. I never thought there would come a day that Iād say that but there you have it. Maybe itās because my pets are crazy. We all know I hate Sunny. Jack is a lunatic. He is just a bushel of crazy, put his ass on you, fun. Heās fun. Thatās his description. Fred is an asshole. Fred is a HUGE cat. Probably a little Maine Coon. Heās ginormous but barely meows. When he does meow, it sounds like a pathetic little old man. Itās ridiculous and totally doesnāt match. His thing is to scratch the walls and doors when he wants something. Douchebag always wants something <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://0" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0">at 1am</a>. Timmy is so stinking cute but I swear heās from another planet. Heās learning all of our ways and taking them back to the Mother Ship. I think heās going to kidnap me and make me the Mother of the Mother Ship. Heās the coolest cat ever, though. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Why did I go on a pet rampage? Probably because I just picked cat hair off of my scarf. There is no other reason. Ahem. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBlJAIYIG8a1avNeevxMByYoed_XSWycOd1xrQ7NQEto4R7_0PPq1F899a0bono8NbcJOIuk0uHBdPtBMbvrNHdpaA9Z2qJMUAHTLVr_DWHhUxGoOXYtQeoQa3gJ3trXLMr_vo7pbq3Q/s640/blogger-image-1744259553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBlJAIYIG8a1avNeevxMByYoed_XSWycOd1xrQ7NQEto4R7_0PPq1F899a0bono8NbcJOIuk0uHBdPtBMbvrNHdpaA9Z2qJMUAHTLVr_DWHhUxGoOXYtQeoQa3gJ3trXLMr_vo7pbq3Q/s640/blogger-image-1744259553.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Or maybe I wanted to share that Iām trying to lure all the neighborhood bears into my lawn to eat Sunny. Iām to the point of secretly rubbing suet on her collar and making her a delectable wiener treat for them. Ohā¦damnā¦guess itās not so secret anymore. Ooops.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Hereās something Iāve been wondering ā¦if my pancreas is dead, hence the Diabetes, and my thyroid is mostly dead, hence the Diabetesā¦does that mean Iām part zombie? I have dead organs! So, Iām pretty safe if thereās a zombie apocalypse. Right?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I've got a confession. I'm having McDonalds for dinner. I hate fast food. I do. I rarely eat it and when I do, I feel bad. Bad because it is bad for you. Bad because it makes my innards feel gross. Bad because it doesn't taste as good as it did in the 80's. It doesn't. McRib rocked in the 80's. That shit was worthy waiting for. The fries...amazing. Ok..the fries are still pretty amazing. That hasn't changed. But, the McDonalds apple pie. That is he most disappointing Wth did they do? Why did they choose to eff up a great thing!! That crust?! Oh. My. Gawd. In the 80's it was the shit. Now...it's pure shit. Come on, McDonalds. Get it together. On another note, did you know that McDonalds Managers make a ton of money? Ugh </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ok. I'm out. 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