Why The Fuck Not

That picture has absolutely nothing to do with Ravioli.

I’m super skinny.  It’s weird.  In high school I was skinny.  Then I got older and life happened.  Lots of shit happened.  Random shit that allows me to keep everyone entertained for hours, because I can’t seem to shut the fuck up.  I suppose that’s why people like me.  At least when I don’t shut the fuck up I’m making people laugh.  The picture is posted because I’m very proud of myself.

I’ve gone through an assload of shit in the past year.  You were all there for it.  Maybe not.  I’ve noticed some newbies hitting my blog and for that I thank you.  I’m fucking funny.  Right now I’m like “Eh”.  I wanted to shoot darts but I ran my show and asshat and Juan Carlos played and made fun of me which I thought was funny but then my show ended and everyone went to bed so I listened to music and sang alone in my garage and played alone. (more…)

Only it wasn’t as pretty as that.  No shit.  Pickle juice and vodka.  Apparently my neighbor isn’t as mental as we always say he is because I just Googled it and it’s EVERYWHERE.  There are so many different ways to combine pickle juice and alcohol!  I actually didn’t hate it.  It’s like biting into a pickle after you had a sandwich only there’s no crunch, it’s liquid and it contains vodka.

It also appears that I don’t get hangovers.  Last night we had to prep ourselves to watch a movie.  In order to enjoy this movie, you have to be drunk.  In order to ensure their privacy (the hubs likes to keep out of the public eye), I will from this point forward call my hubs Juan-Carlos (he uses that name when he’s drunk and in a foreign country.  I am not kidding)  and my neighbor shall henceforth be dubbed asshat. (more…)

Before I start, I’d like to give a big shout out to Canada! YAY CANADA! My kids went to camp today wearing red and white in honor of YOU! I love Canada!

See?  That’s me.  I’m happy.  That gal next to me is Elania.  I’m seriously hoping she doesn’t mind me writing about her, but since she puts these on Facebook and I do too, I figure it’s all good.  Like I previously mentioned before I typically wake up and think “What type of story am I going to tell today?” but lately, I’ve just been free-flow writing and I’m totally diggin’ it.

I’m happy and I know it so I’m going to leave myself a comment telling me so.  It’s so funny to hear people tell me they read my blog because I don’t look at RSS feed counts or numbers. Ever.  It’s like me with working out.  I do the best I can and I avoid the scale unless I have to.

What I do is write.  I love to write.  I love the people who love my writing.  I like to read comments left and like I said, I pretty much assumed the only people who read me are the ones who leave comments but it’s so cool to hear that people see what I’m up to.  Especially on Facebook.  I feel so bad for a lot of my friends on Facebook. (more…)

In 2008, I went to lunch with a very close friend of mine and I was in a shit mood.  After lunch, we did the usual hug goodbye and in that hug, I felt so much better.  Just one simple hug can turn your mood around.  You see someone you know in the grocery store and you get so excited because it’s been so long, you squeal and hug (most likely the ladies but I’m sure some men may as well).  There is a lot of power in the hug.

The video above is what prompted me to once again take a look at the different types of hugs out there and I encourage all of you to watch the video above.  I didn’t make it, my dad sent it to me but it’s beautiful and inspiring and it absolutely made my day.

To show the variety of hugs out there, I’m going to do what I did in 2008 and give some picture examples (using a few different pictures).  Just to show you the variety of hugs we have and how one simple gesture can change your day. (more…)

I really want to know the answer to that.  Because sometimes I like to swear (okay, all the time – whatever) and I think of catchy titles and then I think that some people who subscribe to my feed might get a bit offended if I swear in the title.  Then I think that if I don’t swear and the title is amusing enough to bring them over, they’re going to get slapped with a bunch of naughty words.

Does anyone else think saying naughty sounds dirty?  I just said it (clearly) and it made me feel dirty.  Maybe I should have said “bad words” but if I did that, I wouldn’t have been able to write this part so I’m just going to roll with it.

I know that prior to this past week I’ve always had a specific story to tell but for some reason, I’ve been a happy rambler.  I don’t have much to talk about because my drive home from Syracuse was so horrendous, I would only depress everyone, especially since I came home to a dead fish.

I decided to put that picture in because I made myself sad by talking about my fish, Mulder “Bob” Maloney (R.I.P.) and my two year old rocking out to Guitar Hero in diapers and a hoodie makes me giggle. (more…)