Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Apparently, only Val has a great sense of humor, and understood that my last post was a JOKE people...even my husband didn't get it...OY...
So, moving right along...
Who are the writers of the following songs?:
UH, uh, UH, oh no you don't...do not Google :)
1.Daydream Believer sung by the Monkees
2.The First Cut is the Deepest (Rod Stewart and Cheryl Crow did covers)
3.Smile (though your heart is aching)sung by Nat King Cole
4.Red Rubber Ball sung by the Cyrkle
Friday, January 18, 2008
Lonely Wives Dating Network: Married Women Looking to Meet New People (sexually explicit)
So there you have it.
This is what I found in my "spam" mail today.
And it's about time.
I've been waiting for something like this. It's so inviting, so to the point, so discreet, and so tempting, don't you think?
How long have married women been ignored? How long have we waited to be acknowledged as a viable group just waiting to expand our circles? Apparently...long enough.
Once you're over 50, and married for well over 20 years...life can become a little, shall we say, stale. So why not spice it up. And that is just what I've been wanting to do.
How many reality shows can one person watch? How much ice cream can one woman eat? (I've already been through all 31 flavors) And so, after searching my soul for the answers to these questions, this "spam" mail came just in the nick of time.
I can sit on my laptop (while watching t.v. and eating ice cream, mind you) with my husband right next to me...and he'll never even know that my while my fingers are quickly typing away...I am in actuality, having the time of my life.
This could be the answer I've been looking for. After all, what could be better...
I don't have to put on make-up or do my hair. I can sit in my grubby sweats. I can spill ice cream all over myself. I don't even have to give up American Idol.
Does life get any better than this? I DON'T THINK SO!!!
So, hopefully, before the weekend's over, I will have increased my...
"circle of friends "
Monday, January 14, 2008
Call me pathetic, call me what you will.
I can hardly contain my excitement. Tomorrow is the start of American Idol.
I love this show. I watch it from beginning to end.
Why, you ask?
Well, maybe it's the simplicity of it. Maybe it's that I'm jealous and wish I could sing. Maybe it's the fun of watching Paula Abdul, or Randy say DAWG just one more time, or hearing Simon give it to someone.
Maybe it's that I can lay on my couch and not think.
My line of work touches and breaks my heart just a little each and every day. (I will not mention what that is, but trust me, it's true...and I am honored and privileged to do what I do).
So, to lay on my couch at night, and be entertained, and laugh, and follow along with the triumphs and losses of people just trying to live out a dream, hey, why not.
Some say, American Idol is the easy way out. I don't agree. Because if you should make it all the way to the end, and win, you still have to prove yourself viable. In fact, many who have not made it to the end, have faired even better.
So, I'm off to Trader Joes so I can stock up on food for tomorrow night.
I'll be grabbing a big bowl of ice cream, laying on the couch, cheering the contestants on.