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13 Going On 37…

November 4th, 2008

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Don’t You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Chatty Like Me?

September 3rd, 2008

Bloggers forgive me…it has been two days since my last confession post.  Wait, it’s only been a couple of days?  Huh…it feels like a week!  In any case, I haven’t been writing because my thoughts have been all over the place, discombobulated at best.  My mind is like this overflowing bathtub that is now spilling water on to the floor.  So what I *need* to do is bend over, clean up the mess, then make a totally random bullet-y type post and just get over my anal need for flowing continuity (and redundancy).   So here goes nothing…

Displaced: Earlier today I brought up the fact that I am a political fish out of water living here in Orange County (or “The OC” as the kids like to say).  I’m not sure of the exact statistics but I think that I now live in the most Republican county in California.  Hell, I don’t even know if there *is* another red county in this state.  Back when I lived in Northern California, I could throw out a snarky remark or well thought out diatribe regarding the Republicans and their beliefs and people would just nod.  Sometimes they’d clap.  Rarely, they’d kiss me.  But now that I live in the People’s Republic of Irvine (which, btw, is totally what started me on the PRB word), I have to watch what I say around most people.  It’s hard to be a completely liberal girl trapped around erm…well, I’ll be nice and just say “people who do not in any way, shape or form share my political beliefs”.

Moving along to sports now, I hate the Lakers with a fiery passion.  You see, I was born and raised in Sacramento and if you know anything about basketball rivalry, you know that Kings fans and Lakers fans just do not mix.  Plus…purple and gold?  Ew, no thanks.

Also?  The beautiful people?  Yeah, I am not one of them.  Most people in South Orange County are tan, blond, skinny and beautifully done.  That’s not me by any means.  I am a voluptuous redhead who could not care less about the size of someone else’s wedding ring (or the diamond part, actually).  I also do not talk about my handbags by brand, nor my shoes.  You see, I say things like “I’m using my seatbelt purse today and wearing these cute black shoes!”.  They say things like “I’m carrying my Prada and wearing my Jimmy’s”.  Blech.

Fashion Plates: Boy, I’m on Twitter rewind again right now, but whatever.  So, our FedEx woman came into the office today and as she was leaving I noticed that she was wearing a banana clip in her hair.  While I felt the immediate need to make fun of her, I also remembered my secret longing that those damned things would come back in style…or at least a modified version of them.  Look, my hair is naturally wavy and the longer it gets, the harder it is to maintain.  Banana clips were always the best way to keep my hair both out of my face and looking cute.  Alas, it is not meant to be.  I’d rather not be a victim of a fashion faux-pas just because I PPH banana clips.  Anyway, that whole incident got me thinking about clothes that I hate to wear or would never ever ever be caught dead in.  You ready?

Shoes/Socks: I loathe wearing socks and shoes.  I grew up in California and we’re the home of the flip flops, sandals, mules and slides.  I mean, down here where I live, there is never any need for cute boots or any other kind of shoe that requires that much hosiery.  I actually do have a couple of pair of Skecher’s loafers and Anarchic mary janes that I wear without socks or nylons.  I just bleh…hate the feeling.  I was telling Shiny earlier that it feels like I have trapped feet.  He was telling me shortly thereafter that he thinks I need psychological help.

Fanny Packs: Just, no.  So I was reading some of the South Beach message boards the other day and people were talking about how hard it is to keep cold snacks when they are going hiking for the day or what have you.  My initial thought was…”insulated fanny pack!”.  Of course, I had to practice ten minutes of self-flagellation then genuflect before Michael Kors just for the mere thought of it.  I mean sure, they are handy but hell no on the fashion tip, people.  I know some of my readers probably have them and please don’t get defensive or think I am putting you down.  It’s just…you’ll never ever ever ever ever see me carrying one.  Ever.

Skinny Jeans: Did I mention that I’m fat?  I love skinny jeans on skinny girls, even half and half girls.  However, I am not pouring my ass into tight jeans to even look fatter.  I will stick with straight legged goodness or boot cut jeans.  Call me a faux-pas.

Life’s A Beach: A week ago I started the South Beach diet, as you all probably know and have heard more times that you probably ever fucking wanted to.  I just want to say that I love this way of eating and as of today have lost 10 freaking pounds!!!!!!  I cannot even begin to tell you how addicted I must have been to sugar.  I feel great every day now…full of life, energy, positive thoughts and I actually feel good about myself and the foods I am putting into my body.  It’s been a long time since I had a vegetable with every meal and didn’t immediately try to shove a handful of Twizzlers in my mouth when things got rough.  I owe it all to Foo, who told me about it without giving me the hard sell.  You see, she’s been on it longer than I have so she’s my mentor or sponsor.  The trick is that she doesn’t even know it, heh.  But seriously, round of applause for her having lost 14.5 pounds!!!  Anyway, it’s just nice to feel good about who I am.  My jeans are looser and yanno, even though duh, I am still fat, I feel sexier and cuter because I am doing something about it.  It’s all about esteem of the self, baby.

Hot Wax Kisses,
Me

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A Bigger Bite

August 23rd, 2008

Heya, people! I’m Winter. Our favorite Snackstress is out of town for a few days visiting her family, so she asked me to come by and guest post for her. She didn’t realize I would come over here, plop my ass on her blog-couch, and try to figure out how I can get those cupcakes off of the tree. I mean, c’mon. Haven’t you ever looked at her blog template and gotten hungry?

I had a few ideas in mind when Hilly first asked me to do this. I know that all of you are used to her talking about her feelings a lot. You’re used to her being the Queen of Cryptic and the Snarkstress. I have had my fair share of being like that, but I’m not so much in that place in my life at the moment. So, I tossed out all my ideas for coming over here and baring my emotions and talking about “stuff”.

Then I saw Adam’s guest post for Karl’s Summer of Love. That gave me a really good idea. I mean, I am pretty good at swapping heads in Photoshop. I should totally be able to duplicate Adam’s efforts by replacing the heads in this photo with mine and Hilly’s.

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Closing My Mouth To Combat Hatred….

April 24th, 2008

Shhhhhhhhhhh….

This Friday there will be no blog post, no open comments on this post and no Twittering either.  I am joining the Day of Silence.

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100 THINGS ABOUT ME (A WORK IN PROGRESS):

March 22nd, 2008

1.  It takes a miniature piece of nothing to annoy me, but it takes
a whole helluva lot to actually make me angry.  Once you’ve pissed me
off that badly, it’s hard to repair the damage that’s been done.

2.  Conversely, I am extremely loyal.  Once I take you into my crazy
little patchwork heart, you are forever in there and I will protect,
defend, love and do right by you pretty much forever.  Even if you are
an asshole, I will still stand by your side then tell you later that I
think you were being an asshole.

3.  Although it doesn’t seem like it, I am pretty picky about who I
am really close friends with.  I love everyone and have a level of
friendship that goes along with that but the one thing I must have in
order to share all of me with you?  The ability to trust you.

4.  Even though I pretend not to be, sometimes I am jealous of people for being better, prettier or smarter than I.

5.  I’ll often tell someone exactly what I think about them, even if
I know it kinda freaks them out.  The thing about that is…you have to
listen to my words and not try to find hidden meaning.  I don’t do
"hidden meaning"….I’ll just tell you what I need to tell you.

6.  Number five is partially a lie (heh).  There are some things I
don’t tell some people because I don’t know how to say them or if I
should.  This isn’t often, but sometimes….

7.  I sometimes question whether or not people really like me or if
they just pretend to because we have mutual friends in common.

8.  I keep everything that everyone has ever given me…this
includes cards, gifts, mementos, etc.  I also have a very succinct
filing system for these things, which borders on "anal".

9.  I find it much easier to be friends with men than with women.
Of course, there are exceptions to this rule but throughout life, I
have always been into men….yanno, as friends ;).  Well as other stuff
too but I don’t think that applies in this section of the "100 Things".

10.  I’m pretty sure that I love you more than you love me….but
that’s okay.  I don’t love with contingencies and ultimatums…..my
heart opens as wide as it wants to and accepts how much or how little
you can give back.  Also, the fact that I am convinced of this is
really telling of other things….hell, people probably do puffy heart
me as much as I do them but they just show it differently.  I am well
aware that could very well be the case 75% of the time.

11.  I have a programmable coffee maker and yet….I never program
it.  Add to that the fact that I get pissy that I have to make coffee
any morning and you have a big "WTF" in a cartoon bubble that looms
over my head!

12.  When and if I get to eat pie….I eat it backwards, crust part
first.  I like to save the gooey middle for the very end since I like
pie filling way more than I like crust.

13.  I think that mayonnaise should be used sparingly and even
then….never ever ever on a hot dog.  Of course, I don’t think catsup
belongs on a hot dog either.  I am strictly a mustard kind of girl.

14.  The same goes for milk…..I cannot tell you the last time I
actually chose to drink a glass of milk just for the hell of it.  Even
if I dip cookies in milk, I toss the rest when it is done.  Simply put,
milk is a condiment and a compliment to coffee and cereal.

15.  I hate lettuce.  Yanno, *on* things but not in salad.  There is
no way in hell that lettuce should be put on anything hot, for fucks
sake.  This includes hot sandwiches, hamburgers, wraps, fajitas, and
anything else you can think of.  But even if it is a cold sandwich, I
tend to order it with the lettuce on then pick if off it it is not to
my specifications.  One hint of it being slightly wilted and I will
huck that lettuce onto my plate and declare, "I hate lettuce!"  (apparently especially when I am drunk).

16.  For all intents and purposes, I should be a vegetarian, but for
all the wrong reasons.  It’s not that I have a social conscience when
it comes to eating animals like some people do.  Nope, it’s the fact
that meat fat of any kind makes me gag and get physically ill.  I
cannot eat dark meat anything because of that whole "juicy fat"
factor.  It’s for this reason that I stick to fish and white meat
mostly because seriously…puke-o-rama on the gristle tip!

17.  When I do use mayonnaise on a sandwich, it is because there are
tomatoes involved.  At that point, the mayonnaise only should go on the
side of the bread where the tomatoes are.  Any mustard should not touch
the tomatoes, only the meat or cheese.

18.  If I make a "square meal" with meat, starch and veggies, I
always eat the veggies first.  Then I tend to mix the meat with the
starch, mostly.  For example if eating "white meat" pork chops with
garlic smashed potatoes, I swirl potatoes around the chop for extra fun
and flavor.  If I have chicken and rice, that shit gets all mixed
together like I am 4!

19.  I can’t start cooking if the kitchen is a mess, which is sort
of stupid…I know.  So what I do is clean the kitchen and do the
dishes, then start cooking and mess it up all over again.  I know it
defeats the purpose but being in a dirty kitchen skeeves me out.

20. For someone who isn’t exactly uh….slender, I sure am picky
about what I eat.  You’d think that would make a difference but not so
much.  I mean shit…a girl can eat lots of Boudin Bakery goodness to make up for the shit she hates.

21.  I don’t want to dislike you; it takes up too much of my
energy.  But I’ll do it and I’ll hold that grudge forever.  Mind you,
it’s not a typically "active grudge" but rather one that pretty much
guarantees that I will never accept any part of you ever again no
matter what you do.

22.  I’ve never been a person who needs a babysitter for her
emotions.  I don’t need your attention all of the time, I try not to
ask for much and I let you have all of the space that you want.  I’m
not needy but sometimes I want your attention and that’s when I’ll ask for it.

23.  I cry when normal people wouldn’t.  I’ll cry more if I think I’ve hurt you than if you’ve hurt me.

24.  Despite all of the tears and wishy washy emotions, I’m much
stronger than you know.  I will fight to the death if it means I can
protect my heart just one more day.

25.  People think I’m an optimist; maybe I’m just a survivalist.

26.  I’m the girl who gets the crushes on the boys who don’t feel
the same way.  You’d think knowing that would be half the battle, but
uh…..

27.  I’m drawn to people generally because of their outgoing nature,
charm and sense of humor.  However, it takes me a lot more to stay
there.  If a person can’t show me a little bit of "real" then I feel
like they don’t respect or care about our friendship in the smallest
bit.

28.  I often think about the whole "Sliding Doors" concept when it
comes to my life.  I wonder "what if?" a lot but at the same time,
never regret.  It’s an odd and delicate balance.

29.  I’m 36 years old and sometimes I still think, "Is there more?  There has to be more….this just can’t be it."

30.  I’m compassionate to a fault.  I seem to give leeway to people who I
know pretty well.  Hell, maybe it’s not giving leeway as much as it is
just lowering my expectations of someone based on what I know about
their history and what tolls that it has taken on them.  I have to live
by remembering that just because someone does not show me that they
love me in the same manner that I would…it does not mean that they
don’t love me the best that they can.

31.  I take regular songs and use/abuse them by adding my own words
to them ALL OF THE TIME.  That little ditty up there at the beginning
of the post?  That used to be "She’s Crafty" by the Beastie Boys.  Karl and I made a whole song about Dave and Artificial Duck set to the tune of Depeche Mode’s "One Caress".

32.  I’m always drinking out of two water bottles at the same
time…one upstairs and one downstairs.  It has nothing to do with
being lazy but moreso with being forgetful.

33.   I sleep with my own blanket.  Sure, I share a bed with my
husband but before I go to sleep each night, I take our comforter and
move it to his side of the bed then I grab my smaller sized white down
comforter that used to be on our guest bed and cover myself with that.

34.  I watch an episode of The Simpsons every night before
bed.  When I am sort of feeling sleepy, I play one of my various
recorded episodes and fall asleep while watching it.  I have no idea
why Homer Simpson makes me go night-night!

35.  Once I meet and hang out with someone for awhile, they
immediately get a nickname.  Hell, sometimes I just have to know them
online for that to happen.  Still…I don’t think I have one friend
that doesn’t have at least ONE nickname that I’ve given them, if not
more.

36.  I often do memes and posts and leave stuff out, like number six of this meme.  Thanks to Jamie,
I now have a number six, haha!  Seriously though, I do that all the
time.  I end up editing my posts after they are live.  I think my brain
moves way too fast.

37.)  When I am behind a driver from another state, say Arizona, I
roll my eyes and bitch at how slow they are going.  When I am behind a
California driver, I roll my eyes and bitch about them being in such a
fucking hurry.  Bottom line?  I bitch a lot when I drive.

38.)  Speaking of driving, I’m not a honker.  In fact, unless you are
about to be hit by someone or hit *them*, the horn is useless.  I hate
it when people honk horns in bumper-to-bumper traffic.  I am, however,
a yeller/cusser.  I won’t waste horn time on you, but you best believe
I just called you a cock-snuggling assjacket after you cut me off!

39.) When I am truly dieting in "WW Nazi" fashion, I hate getting
asked out to lunch or dinner.  It’s like even though I know that I can
order something healthy when I am out, I won’t.   Sometimes I even find
excuses *not* to go.  Le sigh…did I mention my Dad is in town and we
are having dinner with him tonight?  Gotta go though, it’s my Dad.

40.) I’ve had sex with 22 people….yes, I *did* say twenty-freaking-two.  I sort of blabbed it out on Fab’s
radio show a few weeks ago, but thought I’d just announce my whoredom
here.  Sadly, almost all of those people except for three were "done"
from the age 17-25.

41.) When I was about six years old, I got my right index finger
slammed in the front door and the tip from the top knuckle up came
completely off.  They sewed it back on and gave me a splint….you
can’t even tell to look at it, which is kind of odd and neat at the
same time.

42.) I watch reruns of Wings every night before I go to sleep.  Contrary to my self-proclaimed love-sex-crush thing for Tim Daly, that’s really not why I watch.  Even all these years later, that show makes me laugh out loud due to the comedic timing of Tony Shalhoub and Thomas Haden Church.

43.) I know sign language.  I may not be exactly fluent but I do know
all the cuss words and enough to get by conversationally (even without
the naughty lingo).  I learned it when I worked for the California
Relay Service for the Deaf.

44.)  When I am home, I can’t fall asleep without the light of the TV
flickering on and off but when I travel, I’m more content to sleep in
the dark.

45.)  I believe in common courtesy and get really offended and
irritated when it doesn’t take place.  For example, I cannot stand it
when someone goes into a building before me and lets the door slam in
my face rather than holding it open, especially if it is a man.

46.)  I think a man should hold a door open for a woman.  Of course,
I also still think that I’m supposed to hold the door open for the
elderly and give them my seat when there are none.

47.)  I say "bless you" or some variation of it every damned time
someone sneezes.  When I lived in New York, it was drilled into my head
that it is very rude not to….so I always have.  Now *I* get torqued
up if someone doesn’t say it.

48.) Although I don’t say anything regularly and probably never will
except for here, I loathe it when people make fun of Jesus or God.

49.) I lost my virginity when I was 17.  Oddly enough, it was lost
during a week long sexual romp like I’d only heard of adults having!  I
was staying with a friend in New Jersey and somehow the whole week
turned into a deflowering session.

50.)  In grade school through high school, I took voice lessons from one of The Sound of Music cast members.

51.)  If I were to live anywhere but here, I’d like it to be England. 

52.)  I’m equal parts "dog person" and "cat person".  If we lived in
a bigger house with a yard and all that bull-hooey, we’d totally have a
dog too.  I’m partial to the friendly dogs like Labrador or Golden
Retrievers.

53.)  I have probably 50 pairs of panties in my underwear drawer yet
cycle through the same 10 pairs over and over again.  You’ll note that
I’m always doing laundry so it’s no biggee :).

54). I hate it when people read me newspaper articles or online news
stories aloud.  I have no idea why this is but hearing someone
read an article to me makes me all squiffy, restless and fucking
annoyed.  Ask poor Karl…every time he’s tried to read something to me, I’d get snippy and say, "Geez, URL please!".

55.)  I also get frustrated when people tell an hour long story before
getting to the point.  My story telling style is get the point, back it up with a fun story, then add my smartass closing
remarks. I need to know if your story has a good point so I can decide whether or not to tune you out…geez!

56.)  My favorite everyday breakfast food is a bagel with light cream
cheese.  However, were life full of weekend days and high metabolisms,
I’d get the french toast every time.

57.)  I tend to over-exaggerate everything…and I do mean
EVERYTHING!  Yesterday I "weighed 567.9 pounds", "ate like 400 sticks
of gum" and "had to read through more emails than anyone else in the
whole world".  Yeah…stuff like that.

58.)  I kind of hate hot tea.  The only kind I will actually drink is
the Good Earth Original tea and usually that is when I’m sick.

59.)  Although I use the word "hate" a lot, I only use it when
describing inanimate objects or celebrities (which are sort of
inanimate in my mind).  I don’t think it is right to "hate" people no
matter how fucking lame and evil they may be.

60.)  As a result of #6, I overuse the phrase "can’t stand’.  I can’t stand this bitch or can’t stand that fucktard, etc.

61.)  I overuse the word "seriously" too…both when talking and when
writing.  I can’t stand that about myself but I can’t stop because I’d
probably keel over and die if I did.  (See what I did there?  Huh?
Huh?)

62.) I can hold a grudge like a mother fucker.  Granted they usually
aren’t active grudges and I’m not usually screaming "vendetta" over and
over again but in my mind, I spit on you!  Again poor Karl will often
ask me, "You’re still pissed off about that?  That was like two years
ago, Hilary".  Um, and?  I know it’s not healthy but bring up someone’s
name who I grudge on and I will go off on them forever (yikes!).

63.) I know a lot of secrets.  For some reason, almost everyone tells
me
their deep dark secrets and I love it!  I’m a true Scorpio in that I am
nosy as all hell but take others’ secrets to the grave….hrm, maybe
that is why people tell me!  Oh and by the way, since I mentioned that
I can be Grudgey McGrudgerpants…I never use someone’s secrets against
them…ever.

64.)  I get mad at people for doing the same exact shit that I do!
Like when I am walking across a parking lot, I’ll mosey and say,
"pssht, pedestrians have the right-a-way, snatch!" but when I am the
one behind the wheel, I’ll say, "take your time you fucking bougie
princess bitch-stain!".  Uh yeah, at least I recognize it!

65.)  My favorite flower is the Gerbera Daisy,
the brighter the better!  I also love bougainvillea, gardenias, night
blooming jasmine and lilies.  I do not, however, like roses…not at
all.

66.  I can swallow lots of big pills at one time.  Go ahead, get it
out now…hardee har.  Seriously though, I’ve seen people gag over
taking an ibuprofen but *I* can put a whole bunch of big pills in my
mouth and swallow them down all at the same time. No muss, no fuss…no
gagging.

67.  I sing in the car….like really sing.  I don’t just mumble
along with the song while muting myself when a car pulls up beside me.
Nope, I sing as loudly and awesomely as I can, no matter who is around.

68. I wake up at 6:00am almost every damned morning, without an
alarm.  I have no idea why my circadian rhythm hates me, but it does.
I’m one of those people that loves to stay up late (especially when
partying or whatnot) but the shitty kicker is that I cannot sleep in to
save my life.  My eyes open every day as soon as it gets light out. 

69.  Therefore, it may come as no surprise that I love naps.  Oh my
squishy yummy goodness, I love sinking into bed to take a nice cat
nap.  But the best ones are those where I just fall asleep on the couch
on a random Saturday afternoon….mmmm, nap.

70.  I fall in love easily.  Most people take years or at least *one
of them* to fall in love.  Not me.  I’ve always had the capacity to
fall fast and hard.  I think it goes along with the overly keen sense
of intuition that I’ve mentioned here before.  I think I’ve always been
a heartbreak waiting to happen because of this.

71. I’m not afraid to cry…in front of anyone.  I don’t *get*
holding in emotions and not being who you really are at any given
moment.  I let it all fly…hail the freak flag!

72.  I actually DO laugh out loud at various emails, blog posts and
especially chats.  It sometimes unnerves me that I can’t hold it in
while at work, but whatever.  My boss usually just laughs at *my*
laughter anyway!

73.  Contrary to what might be popular supposition, when someone
yells at me (like full-on screaming), I don’t yell back.  In fact, I
generally am so shocked that I’m silent, often holding back the tears.
When someone calmly approaches me, even in an argumentative state, that
is when I give as good as I get.  But yeah, yelling makes the little
Hilly cry.

74.  I probably drink about 100oz. of water per day.  Subsequently,
I probably go to the bathroom 10.0 times a day (if not more).  I’m not
kidding here, either…

75. I fall asleep without taking off my makeup way too much.  I’m
not going to lie about it here…if I had a dollar for every night that
I did not wash my face before bed?  I’d be fucking rich….maybe enough
to pay someone to wash it for me!

MORE TO COME SOON…..

 

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Putting the “Great” Back in Grateful….

February 25th, 2008

A long time ago and far far away, I had a discussion with someone that I thought would change my every day outlook on life.  Okay, so maybe it was only four months ago in Los Angeles County, but still….I’ve done nothing about it for a long-assed time. 

The conversation swirled around thankfulness and how much of a positive outcome it can have on our lives.  By just spending five minutes in the evening writing down five things that we’re grateful for, we can potentially change a small portion of who we are.  "But how does that work, Hilly?".  Well, I suppose that if you can find five things to be grateful for, no matter how small, that it would shift focus from the negative and help you realize just how amazing and blessed life really is.

I thought about this last night as I struggled with the realization that this week is going to be full of probable rejections, dejections and mental objections.  I started to arm myself for the week ahead by getting hardened and throwing on my tough turtle shell so that I could "Donatello" my way through it.  Then another thought popped into my head, completely uninvited. "Boy that "blahblahblah" sure was cool.  I should thank her!".

And it was born….the thoughts continued down my mental track like a bullet train and I realized that I should definitely start keeping that gratitude journal that those friends had talked about in that land far far away.  I’m going to share my first list with you because a lot of it has to do with some people and things in bloggy land (since I spent SO MUCH damned time embroiled in Blogtopia yesterday!).

Here we go….

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Hellyeah, I Remember Aurora…..

February 7th, 2008

Everybody knows that this past year was a bit of a rocky road with nuts when it comes to my marriage.  We all have ups and downs so when it’s one of the "ups" we really need to take notice and celebrate it.  I’m not going to get as wordy as I usually do here because things are still very much in a strange and private place.  Still, that doesn’t stop me from saying that I love Shawn very much.  He’s a really great person who amazes me to this day with his loving and forgiving nature.  Plus, he always knows how to make me laugh.  So…..

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US!
(Four Years)

bananas taste good.....

Banana-rama-lama-ding-dong Kisses,
Me

P.S….Thanks to Dutchy for the anniversary card this morning.  I am rather impressed that she remembered!

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What Is The RAP Sheet Award???

January 31st, 2008

Blogging was made for bitching.

Whether
it’s about slow drivers, unruly children, or spouses who can’t seem to
pick up their own underwear, the blogosphere is constantly atwitter
with our gripes.  And while we would in no way suggest you stop
bitching, once in a while it’s nice to stop and remember some of those
people who makes us forget about the dirty underwear.

It is because of those people that Karen, Britt and I decided to launch The RAP Sheet.


Out here in Blogaritaville, there are some Ridiculously Awesome People. People who touch us, who make us laugh, who make us want to reward them
with a cutesy graphic. Those are the people we add to The RAP Sheet.

Do you know some Ridiculously Awesome People that the whole Wide Wide World of Web should know about too?  Do you just want to be part of spreading the love, peace and grease to others who are just as deserving, even if it takes you forevah-evah to make a post?  Then, contribute to next month’s Rap Sheet!

Email us at rapsheet08@gmail.com
and we’ll send you everything you need to play along next month.

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Chicken Soup For The Music Whore’s Soul….

January 27th, 2008

Do you have a song that just moves you every time you hear it…and I mean like, *really* moves you?  I’ve got many songs that move me in different ways like At Last by Etta James or Winter by Tori Amos, but there’s this one….

Whenever I hear this song, the rhythm of my breath becomes a bit quicker and my pulse begins to race.  My heart physically begins to long while my soul plays tricks on my heart.  You can call me a hopelessly romanticized so-and-so but this song really does make me feel everything that I am and am not supposed to feel all at once.  It moves me.  It reminds me.  It’s just….like, you know.

 



It’s not about the video, btw…moreso the song.

And people say that they don’t "get" Depeche Mode.

Sweaty Gahan Kisses,
Me

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A Funny Thing Happened On That Bridge I Just Burned…

January 25th, 2008

I’m having one of those kick ass days where I wonder why anybody is afraid of anything when it prohibits them from a life filled with wonderment and love.  Were I bipolar, I am sure we could call this a manic episode, but since I’m not….well, maybe I’m just in a damned good mood!

I started a new position today and I freaking love it!  I was filling in part-time doing some recruiting stuff here and there while I had returned to work on "limited duty".  I knew that my new contract would be starting soon enough so I put up the little things that bugged me last week:  the man that chewed his bagel like he was licking a cow’s vagina, a snotty and hoity woman wearing kelly green stirrup pants and a lime green t-shirt, and the idiots that thought it was funny that I was leaving them in two weeks to go work for a man named Bill. 

Segue…why did they think that was so fucking amusing?  Come on, you can guess.  No?  Eh, maybe it’s because you only know me as fun-loving Hilly, the sassy Chunkarella DeVille.  However in my professional life, I go by my full first name, Hilary.  Now do you get it?  Bill, Hilary?  Hilary, Bill?  Uh yeah.

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