I'm 50!!??!!


THAT is the weirdest damn thing to really wrap your own head around.


50.


I'll be.

First, the sad, sad news about the Burgess family and the loss of their son.  

Then, I got an e-mail from my friend Karen's husband.  Karen, you may recall, is my friend in Maryland who was diagnosed Christmas 2006 with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  They caught it in time and just she was in remission a whole month when it came back, a cancerous tumor in her face.  My husband and I went to vist her in September.  In December, she was going back to the hospital for a stem cell replacement.  They were going to harvest her healthy stem cells, give her a "chemo blast" (an extremely heavy duty blast) to kill all the cells, and then replant the healthy cells.


Dammit, dammit, dammit.

This is the part I hate about living far away; I can't go to visit her in the hospital.  I can't be there for her.  We've been friends 20 years this summer and I wish I could do something.

Mostly, I wish to God she were healthy again.

Right now, the tears won't come.  They're there, but they won't come out.

They found me a picture of Shiner Bock Beer! AND my MK products! THAT rocks.
Not to mention TSO AND my Johnny Lee Middleton. The shih tzu looks just like my Pippin.

It's weird to see your mind in photos . . .

( My Interests Collage! )

1. What is your name: Mary

2. 4 letter word: Make

3. Vehicle: Mustang

4. A city: Miami

5. Boy Name: Matt

6. Girl Name: Madison

7. drink: Manhattan

8. Occupation: Manager

9. Something you wear: miniskirt (well, not me but . . .)

10. Celebrity: Matthew McConaughey (however the heck you spell it)

11. Food: Mexican

12. Something found in a bathroom: mercurochrome

13. Reason for Being Late: Menopause

14. Cartoon Character: Mighty Mouse

15. Something you shout: mea culpa

16. Animal: Moose

17. Body part: mouth

18. Word to describe you: Mischievous

and some of it is true!

Your Birthdate: September 14

You work well with others. That is, you're good at getting them to do work for you. It's true that you get by on your charm. But so what? You make people happy! You're dynamic, clever, and funny. And people like to have you around. But you're so restless, they better not expect you to stay around for long. Your strength: Your superstar charisma Your weakness: Commitment means nothing to you Your power color: Fuchsia Your power symbol: Diamond Your power month: May

*FYI: this is a post about an animal, so if you're not a pet-owner nor an animal lover, don't read further . . .*


My eldest dog is in her end times. She's 13 1/2, and small dogs only live between 13 and 16 years generally. The poor old thing is blind, has a perpetual cough just like an old person, and can't get on the furniture by herself anymore. Plus the old gal has to "go" several times a day now.

But she's always really glad to "see" me. She knows me and my husband still and is lying at my feet right now as I write this. Just like always.

One good thing is even though she's fairly blind (not 100% but close to it), she can still get around the entire house and yard fairly well. Except at night.

It makes me sad to see her degenerating, but she's not even close to needing to be put down or anything. I do tell her all the time, though not to hang in there for me if she's miserable, that she should do whatever she needs to do and I will understand.

Call me crazy, but I believe animals understand. And my dogs are like my children, like them or not.

Anyway, I just needed to put this out there, even if just for myself

Ok, I am a HUGE FAN of the television show LOST. In fact, their message board was the last one I frequented (in lurk mode only) until TMS came into my life . . .

ANYWAY, I JUST SAW the extended commercial with all the scenes from the upcoming season!! OH.MY.GOD! I can hardly wait!!!!!!!!!

Any other Losties out there like me????

WHY in the hell is there a tropical storm forming in the Atlantic????!!! Does it NOT know that hurricane season ended November 30???

That's all we effin need. A Christmas Day hurricane.



OMG, don't make me say anything irreverent . . .

I hurt today.

My taekwondo studio got a new instructor back in October. At first, all the adult students loved the fresh face and new attitude. He’s 24, fun, personable, agile and a fourth degree black belt.

Until he started the extreme martial arts shit. XMA is amazing to watch and is generally done by kids/teens. It involves a LOT of jumps, spin kicks, jumping spin kicks, flips, etc. Mr. Hwang has won countless awards for his work in his other schools -- with the teens. He is a specialist in teaching XMA.

Adults don’t do XMA. And there’s a reason.

Last night he decided we should do drop shoulder rolls. “Lean down, drop onto your shoulder, push your legs over and jump up,” he instructs us.

Right.

I am 49 years old and wear a size 14 pants. My ass at no point should be going over my head. I also haven’t done flips or somersaults or anything of that nature in well over 40 years. Therefore, I see no reason to start again now.

Except that I kinda had to. Oh, and if drop shoulder rolls in and of themself weren’t enough fun, then we had to do them from a standing position. “Take a stop forward and then drop . . .” “No, Mrs. Torres, do not use your forearm to support yourself. Land on your shoulder first.”

This morning, my right shoulder IS FUCKING SCREAMING AT ME. Me, who cannot take ibuprofen. Me, who has 2 Tylenol Arthritis pain formula in me just to maintain. I don’t think my dear instructor has noticed that the adults are dropping off like flies. Most of us with injuries. Our old instructor never, ever had us do extreme work; he understood our physical limitations.


I hurt and need sympathy. :haha:

yeah, this is me:

What The Holidays Mean to You

For you, the holidays are about celebration. You enjoy all the fun and fellowship that the holidays bring. You celebrate the holidays in an over the top style. If something is cute, you'll buy it. People end up with a lot of gifts from you - and your house is like a holiday wonderland, full of decorations. During the holidays, you feel like having fun. Tradition is not important to you... having a blast with your friends is. You think the holidays should be decadent and indulgent. You never mind gaining a few holiday pounds... it's worth it! Your favorite holiday memories strongly evoke your senses. You are vividly aware of all the tastes, smells, and sounds of the holidays.

Inky in Bitch Mode:

Dear Online E-mail friend:

Please STOP. STOP e-mailing me your political agenda or online propaganda. ENOUGH ALREADY. Stop sending me pictures of Barack Obama not having his hand over his heart. Stop sending me instructions on which color I need to wear on which day of the week lest I be branded an Unamerican Troop Hating Shmuck. (is it wear blue or is it wear red? make up yer minds!) Stop sending me eleventy two page "keep this prayer going" requests. My prayer life is between me and God and He's good with that. Stop trying to make me feel guilty if I choose to let the e-mail that's been around since the Mayflower die in my inbox. STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT ALL, for the love of all things good and holy.

Send me a good joke! I love to laugh. Send me an update with how you're doing. Ask me how I am! That's all good. But stop with the other bullshit NOW, please.

Oh, and to all of you who DON'T strip off all the fucking headers before forwarding to me (mostly AOL'ers, sorry), you should be fed to the lions, seriously.

And I hope by now you realize that NO little dog is going to dance on your screen if you foward to 10 people, nothing "amazing" is going to happen if you forward it to 8 people, and they have no way of tracking how many people you have forwarded anything to. Ok?

yours in online mayhem,
Inky


p.s. Don't even get me started on the sad fuckers who send me online "Christmas cards," which consist of a picture of them standing in the snow somewhere and an e-mail paragraph of their happy happy life.

Stamps are 41 cents, ok?

OMG, BILL CLINTON IS ON the Daily Show!

I frigging LOVE that man!  

Sexy, funny, charming . . . IMHO wish he were still President, or could be again.  I miss him.



and I'd have done him in a heartbeat.  no lie.

except it's weird to see that he's gotten old . . . 

Ok, so, I'm signed up for this Live Journal thingy . . . 

NOW WHAT?

You just want my deepest, most  profound thoughts?

Or just some random bullshit?


lemme know!

;-)