I don't like Tuesday's

It's probably not a good sign when the first thing you do when you get home is kick your shoes off, drop your purse and mail down and then go to the bottles of wine that are on your kitchen counter, unscrew one and pour yourself a tall glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, prop open your latest paranormal romance and pray that you'll win the lottery or that someone will realize your potential because God only knows when you will.

Or it could mean you have a drinking problem but I'm willing to bet that I don't.

So today sucked and with the weather gathering up to vomit poisoned water down on us, the prospect of a sunny beautiful week has turned both dismal and pretty much improbable. It's cold, gusty, muggy and with the amount of crazy hormones running through my body I'm vacillating between wanting to disappear beneath a cloud of blankets or taking everyone down with me.

It sucks to be a girl.

Book Peddler is finally up. So all you semi-literate and faithful followers should take a gander over there. If not, well, you don't have to but know that you've made the baby Jesus weep and five small adorable puppies. Oh, and you've probably let the crazy people win.

Don't let them win.

The hubsters birthday is on Thursday. He wants something quiet. Total opposite of me. It's amazing the differences between people that have decided to remain with each other for there duration of their natural lives. I would want all my friends around so that I could bask in their love and hopefully eradiate that shite right back out to them. Hubster wants to just chill with me.

God I hope these hormones go away before then. Otherwise I'm liable to be sobbing into my bottle of Merlot.

Has anyone missed the SNL that was on last week. It was one of the best for awhile. Oh Betty White you are a national treasure.

That's all for now f-f-f-f-f-f-olks.

silence

Between betty white, bomb scares and book peddling I've been a little busy and therefore haven't really updated. However, I'm alive and will be updating shortly with something other than this which is nothing but a glamorized twitter feed.

I shall leave you with this:

A little SNL for you

Hilarious

"Peter I have a mammogram in the morning"

Oh Family Guy!

Ok, so I don't have a mammogram in the morning.....I do have a doctor's appt tomorrow after work, which sucks because I'm broke and co-pays are slightly evil....but anyhoo....this weekend was amazing. So amazing that Monday is becoming more and more like that disease that you hope that you never get but you are at high risk for it. That disease is called work.

How I wish I had been immunized at an early age.

No new revelations have been made this weekend. I mean yes, it was my anniversary this weekend which was awesome but I meant in my "world" news. Other than the oil spills, the bomb scare and the fact that Jamba Juice on 6th Ave doesn't have an Orange Juice machine that worked - there's nothing going on.

What I will tell you is that The Snug is a decent bar, it was hot and I'm drinking a Magic Hat #9 while hoping that the combination of Sam Adams, Coors Light and Magic don't leave me in a state of reckoning tomorrow.

It's Summer Time though and I'm feeling manic. I mean who doesn't? The call of the cooled down wind after a scorcher of an afternoon. You can smell the undertones of earth and moisture with the heady overtones of promise and moonlight. Poetic but true.

I am starting work on The Book Peddler - my other blog - and still working on Zombie Love. Let's hope that one of those things can be a success within the next couple of months.

And on that note...later skaters.

Making One Year - the Cusacks

Tomorrow I have been successfully married for one year. Successfully I say because I am not divorced, dissatisfied or pregnant. Not that pregnancy is a sign of an unsuccessful marriage, it was just one of the items I had on my list entitled "Top Ten Things Not To Do While Married For the First Year". Yeah, it's a mouthful.

But I'm happy, he's happy and I am going to give him the best anniversary present ever. hee hee. No, it's not a baby.

Anyhoo - have a great weekend bitches :D

On why Facebook is weird

Facebook is a scary scary scary place at times. I would just like to take a moment to point that out.

Why?

Well, remember those kids in high school that you were friends with for a whole of 12 months and then, because high school is the land of hormones, misunderstandings, betrayals and petty jealousies, these 'friends' stopped talking to you and made your life a living hell (even if you were the innocent party, the fact of the matter is that three or four of them ganged up on you because you wouldn't back down)? Oh, this doesn't make sense to anyone but me?

Sorry.

Anyhoo - Facebook is the land of second chances as well. those 'friends' who would tease you, freeze you and ultimately try to make you go insane have now forgotten what they have done to you and suddenly want to be your best friend again. It's sometimes very sickening (puke worthy), sometimes cathartic (for both parties) and most of the time, for the first few months, it's just downright strange.

It's weird when Mean Girls want to be BFF's. However, doesn't everyone deserve a second chance...and by everyone I mean people that haven't committed a crime so heinous that it doesn't involve scrotum snipping or perineum paralysis.

So for all those that have the memory of a goldfish, I say sure, I'll friend you and so will the Guild of Traumatized and Hesitant Adults. You know what, sometimes it's great to be back in touch with those that have shunned you in high school. Other times, it's just nice to know that you've turned out nicer, better-looking and most likely saner than them.

On turning a different age and the perils of eating wax...

'allo Gentle Readers -

I have turned a 27 as of yesterday at 5:24pm. I am an Aries with a Libra rising and an Aquarius Moon. I like to relax with a beer and a book and I love new music, sweets, baking and Mexican food. I've been trying to finish a novel since High School, in which it is quite possible that I have reached my peak, and I like to snuggle against my husband like I'm a cat (to which he doesn't always respond well because I am tall and sort of bony). What does any of that mean?

Nothing really. 24 hours doesn't change you. I don't feel older or younger, I don't feel wiser or more naive or whatever. I simply feel - warm. Not just the weather (in which it has been the nicest it has ever been since I was about 9) but because my husband loves me, my sisters love me, my parents tolerate me (hee hee?) and my friends like me. Facebook, the artificial generator of friendship, actually made me feel good. I think, this may have been the second birthday in a long time in which I wasn't very very depressed.

Now, wax. As it is almost impossible to not imbibe wax when the candles on are on your birthday cake, do yourself a favor and don't choke on it. It'll save you a trip to the hospital and despite what you may think, it is a not a good story to tell next year when you are eating pudding with a flameless candle. No, this never happened to me - it happened to a "friend" of mine.

Happy April guys. 


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