Ain't it the truth!

I received this in my mailbox today.  Got a good laugh out of it.  At the rate of inflation and my meager savings this may be my only option.

Back at the keyboard again...

I have absolutely no self-discipline and I will admit it freely.  Staying on a schedule, following a planned anything, doing the same simple thing daily etc, etc, all elude me.   Grandma said it was because I was a free spirit which is just a nice way of saying you have no self-discipline.  God Bless Grandma.

It has been months since I have managed to update my blogs and I have no excuse really.  I have been bored, so I really could have.

I do think I know what part of my problem has been lately though...  I am an artist without a studio and no place to "create".  Art was a daily part of my life for years.  My oldest daughter and my two perfect grandchildren moved in with us in June.  She got the big room and we moved into my studio.  I packed everything up and stored it away.  I do believe I am going through and immense withdrawal.   And it sucks.

I want my "stuff" back and I want my studio back and I want to make a mess and cut and glue and paint and do all the wonderful things I did before.  I miss my stuff.

Okay, so I'm whining but at my advancing age (60 in January/11)  I don't do change well.   I didn't do change well when I was young.  I DON'T LIKE CHANGE AND I WANT MY STUFF BACK.

There, I've updated the blog, whined and now I will go and create a salad for the BBQ at noon.

Happy Day Everyone.


Today's Quote:

No one likes change but babies in diapers.   -- Barbara Johnson

Promises, promises

I have often promised myself that I would get it all together and blog everyday.  And I break all the promises of course.  If I don't get a blog in, in the morning then it never gets done.  I'm so going to try to blog everyday again.  We'll see.

Love email attachments from people.  They send all sorts of wonderful pictures and jokes, FYIs and other cool things.  Got some new pics this morning.  And a new joke.  Love it.

So just how cold was it in Florida?

And now the joke......

Husband Store
A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:
You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs
She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.
'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.'
So she continues upward . The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.
'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
She goes to the fourth f loor and the sign reads:
Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.
'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. (scroll and keep reading!)

To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just across the street.
The first floor has wives that love sex.
T he second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like beer.
The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.

The chance of a piece of bread falling buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.    Murphy. 

Ya Just Gotta Have Fun...

I have come to the time in my life when I would rather have fun stuff than practical...  funky rather than classic... weird and wild rather than familiar and sedate.  Gee...  I must be getting old.  LOL

If I was a teenager in this time and place I would have hot pink, white and black streaked hair and piercings and tattoos in all manner of places.  I would wear dog collars and bright funky clothes and high platform shoes and crazy socks.  ( well I do wear crazy socks now).   I would want to be eccentric and strange and extroverted and have a whale of a good time.  I'd like to shock and annoy and amaze and just be a free spirit in all directions.

Of course I have kids, grandkids, a husband and am 59 years young so I have tried to retrain myself all these years.  Do I have to continue to do that?????

I want to have fun... even doing simple things.   Like email.  I want fun email.  Not the plain white backgrounds and the tiny little emoticons.  I want big animated things that annoy the people I send email to.   So I got Incredimail.  I love it.   Not only is it fun, fun, fun but it automatically picked up every email address I have and added them to the accounts list.   It checks them all at one time and it does it with Pizzazz.

Now that I have fun mail I have to look for other ways to have fun with my computer...  other than just online gaming.

I leave you with a quote by Jim Cole:  “Love is all fun and games until someone loses an eye or gets pregnant”