I love bed....

Since I haven't gotten out of my bed for more than the time it takes to use the bathroom all day, I've had a lot of time to think about things. Here are a couple of things that I have reached conclusions on and am pretty comfortable with.

1. No, I'm not going on the deep end. And here's why, I have FRICKIN' amazing friends who love me and stand beside me no matter what. They aren't ever going to let me fall. Ever.

2. I don't really think I like casual acquaintances. Even the ones that say they are your friends. The ones that comment on your statuses, tell you that you look good in your pictures, laugh at your jokes. When push comes to shove, their allegiance is always to someone else. And they don't think twice about 'sending a message' or 'making a call' that they want you to think was benign but that any person with any level of intelligence will know was malicious. If it wasn't, they would have minded their own damn business.

3. For Sky...Internet dating is for sucks.

4. It's hard to deny flesh and blood for virtual. No matter how strong the connection may be. I learned that from Brenda.

5. I like oatmeal. With brown sugar and milk. It's good.

6. Everyone has a little bit of crazy in them. It's whether or not they use it for good or evil that defines them.

7. People get hurt every day. If you spend all your time wondering what you could have done differently you'll make yourself insane. Crap happens. Deal with it. Learn something. Do whatever it takes to be happy and move on.

8. Robert Downey Jr. is really yummy. Yeah. I watched Sherlock Holmes in bed.

9. Everyone is searching for that perfect fit. I don't think that exists. I think you need to find the things that are really important to you and find that match. Everything else will fall into place.

10. I am a very lucky person to have so many people that care about me in my life. Including my kids, family (especially my brothers) and once again my amazing friends. I am never going to be alone.




I friggin' love this song. And it's gonna piss Layne off that I posted it before she got a chance too.

This is how I'm feeling today...Or tonight.

Damn. That's all I got.

I've heard it said...

That men find pregnant women very attractive. I must agree. This is down right SEXY!!!

Spreading the Christmas Cheer

You know how I do love to do my part...





While you're gettin' all jolly I thought I'd contribute a fun tune to help really get ya in the spirit.

Pour Mon Amie....

My poor Layney has been having a hard time. For some reason, she decided to move. I'm pretty sure it's to get away from the crazy family that lives behind her, but who knows. Anyway, moving is a lot of work. Packing and cleaning and getting rid of crap that other people don't want to get rid of. Throw into that mix a teenager, a smarty pants cook, a precocious little tease, a mini wig, and worst of all...a man. Well, you get the point. She needs a pick me up. And who better to give it to her then...MOI?! I'm not quite off the deep end yet. I can still do some stuff on my own.


And quite frankly, I know what makes her happy. Dr. Pepper, cute toes, purses, and music.




Love ya Layney. Hang in there.

How I'm Feelin'.... Cleo style

I love this song. I have loved it forever. It always makes me dance. I think it's angry enough to get the point across, but not over the edge.

There are several different versions of this song available, even an acoustic version by Something Corporate. I, however, am a purest. I typically prefer the original song performed by the original artist. Well, unless the Killers are doing it. They make everything better in Cleo land.

But why don't I allow you to choose for yourself?









It's apples and oranges to me... totally different. I prefer the original.

For Ams...

I got asked a question this morning by my sweet friend that I wish I had a really good answer for. Mainly because I've asked the question myself recently. She asked me how someone you love and give yourself to can just say good bye and move on so easily? I have a few theories and there's a good chance that none of them are correct. But here they are anyway.

My first one was given to me while discussing this with a mutual friend of ours. And he basically insinuated that it's in the dna code. Men don't work the way women do. We need answers to questions. And we ask A LOT of questions at times like this. Men don't. They box it up, put it away and move on. So, there's the dna theory.

Theory two. Pure selfishness. They got what they needed whether it be companionship, sex, food or just someone fun to hang out with for a while. But all the while they had that, they are constantly looking for a replacement. Something shinier. With less baggage, perhaps. I don't know what the motivation is. You fill a need when they need it and when that void is filled they move on.

Theory three. And perhaps the most plausible. They're a bunch of dumb asses who don't know a good thing when it's standing in front of them. I think men get scared far easier than women. And when something is right they look for a million different reasons to make it wrong. Timing, backgrounds, kids, whatever. They can't accept that their feelings are right and because of that they push you away.

Theory four. Some peoples capacity for love is just far greater than others. Some people can give everything of themselves to another person with no regard for themselves. And with no expectations in return except for the hope that they can share an inkling of what we are giving back. These are the ones that feel the most pain. The ones that hang on to the hope of love after it's become painfully aware that there is none left. The ones that believe in people and believe that love can overcome any trial. These are the ones who are let down. And hurt until they lose faith in themselves and those around them. Because, unfortunately, these are the ones who give everything to the opposite type. The ones who can only love themselves. They take and take and take until you are completely empty.

No matter which theory you think is correct, or if you think all of them are crap, when push comes to shove, the only person you have to love is yourself. Because it is going to be through that love that you will find the strength to get up off the floor, brush yourself off and take the time you need to heal. To realize that you're good and kind and not replaceable. That no matter what they say or do, you will know that you touched them in some way that will make their lives better. That love does conquer all. Even ourselves.





Love ya Ams. And I'm super excited that I had a reason to post some Tesla. ROCK ON!!!!

In a perfect world...

Britney wouldn't have had babies and felt the need to show us all her Va-jay-jay. And all her music would sound as AWESOME as this.









I have always been convinced of Muse's awesomeness but if they can do this for Britney, DAMN!!! Imagine the possibilities. We should hook them up with Obama and see if they can work some magic in that department.

And yes, I have spent my Saturday morning laying in bed perusing youtube. Thanks for asking.


Also, I love Edward.

I am woman hear me ROAR!!!

I love strong woman. They make me happy. And it makes me laugh that men can't handle it. I don't know what it is. They are attracted to strong women, but when push comes to shove it freaks them out. I don't know. I guess underneath it all they want the damsel in distress. And quite frankly, they out number strong women 2 to 1. Easy.

I prefer to know that I can do things on my own. That I don't need a man to save me all the time. So...this goes out to all the ladies that I love who are doing it on their own without continually whining about it.







At the end of the day it's what you do and say that makes you who you are.

This is how I'm feeling today...

I haven't had a very good week. I try to pretend that I do, but clearly I have not. I've seen enough vomit and been yelled at by a 5 year old to last me 16 lifetimes. I haven't been exercising so I feel disgusting. I couldn't even wear my cute dress to the opera because I felt like a sicko. Among other crappy things that are too personal to mention on a public forum. Basically, I feel like shit. And I'm sad. And I'm angry. At myself. I'm the strong girl damn it. I'm supposed to box and move on. That's the rule. Pack it up and ship it off. Well, for some reason it keeps coming back. And I'm quite sick of it.


So...I love Amy Lee. She's so angry and poignant and you can totally tell she's been shafted at least once in her life. But I'm gonna go with 2 or 3. Her voice is so ethereal it makes me feel better when I listen. Like I'm not the only person dealing with pain and heartache. Love her. LOVE HER.








I don't want your hand this time. I'll save myself. Maybe I'll wake up for once.

Oh...And return to sender...means I don't want that shit back.

Only the Young... I HAd tO Do iT

I tried, but it's too beautiful not to share. I can't help myself. He's a genius. And pretty.


This is the second single from his debut solo album entitled Flamingo. Even my 13 year old daughter, who claims to not like the Killers (she's got to assert her individuality somehow, right?) was complaining that she "didn't wanna like it, but it's just way too catchy."

Indeed. It. Is.




Well done, my sweet and talented friend. This is a great video.


We now get to see the outcome of the boy who did fly.

Right back at ya...part deux.

That's french. For two. Anyway...I was also going to post this song for my own self. But since Layney gave me her song, I'll give her mine. Although I do believe that the original songs we picked for ourselves fit better.

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it many, many times again. There ain't a damn thing wrong with being a little crazy.





Average, every day sane psycho. Super goddess. Best lyrics ever.

This is dedicated to my motorcycle mama

I was originally going to post this song for my own self, but it fits her too. This is kinda OLD... but the message is timeless. Stacy- I'm proud of you for going out and doing something you love! You are a friggin rockstar.


P.S. It's not bad to be a bitch when you need to be....

Meredith Brooks - New Music - More Music Videos

A few things I need to get off my chest...

1. I don't like Reese's Puffs cereal.

2. Captain Morgan Tattoo is gross. It tastes exactly like Nyquil. Sick.

3. I get EXTREME pleasure watching the Avalanche get scored on. Exxxxttttrrrreeeemmmmeeee pleasure.

4. Salsa should never come from a ketchup bottle. That's just gross.

5. Richard Simmons wears sweat bands. That is all.

6. Grown men should not listen to Miley Cyrus. Ever.

7. I miss my mom. And Brenda. And Layne. A lot.

8. I have a first edition, first printing excellent condition unabridged copy of Les Miserables if anyone is interested. Stupid, thoughtful, showing up a month after the fact to remind me of what a dumb ass I am, birthday present.

9. I'm bloated and it makes my belly button ring not look cute. And that depresses me. Cause I like my belly button to look cute.

10. Sleeping alone is for sucks.


Okay...I can't decide. Here's two...

Good. Hell. It's perfect...

It's only once in a blue moon that you find a song that can 100% fully embody what you are feeling in your life at a particular time. Well, my friends, I have found it. It's angry and self loathing and screw you perfect. I should have looked to Fiona a long time ago. She has never let me down before. Perfect I tell you!!!

My happy song for the day...

A few things I'm happy about...


1. I'm going to see Brenda in 36 days.

2. Maddi Jo saying..."Ahhh...you're so beautiful Momma.", when I walk into the room.

3. It's cold enough to justify homemade chili and corn bread.

4. Homemade cheesecake with brownie crust and caramel sauce. Thank you Toni.

5. Warm rain. The kind that makes you want to put your arms out and spin around in circles in it. Maybe that's just me.

6. Not being gored by a buffalo.

7. It's cold enough to justify scarves and boots.

8. Not being afraid to sing The Carpenters Close to You at the top of my lungs.

9. Spider spray came and sprayed for spiders today.

10. I look smokin' hot in my new drivers license picture.

Happy, Happy Birthday Stacy Dear!

Hope you're having soooo much fun!!!!!


Love your guts!