There's this thing called privacy

Stolen from a friend via her website.
Tru dat.

Well.

The stuff I put on here is completely anonymous. For the most part the people that read this do not know me at all.

There are very few people from my "real" life who I even let read this stuff.

I truly write this here bloggity because it's cathartic for me. I feel better when I can get this stuff out of my cranium and onto this here screen.

I'm sitting in my living room, looking out onto my pretty back yard and deck and the Tibetan Prayer flags gently waving in the wind.

In the front yard is a blue spruce that my neighbor cut down and gave to us for Christmas. It's still decorated with cute bulbs and a garland made of oyster shells from Africa. Also has some paper ribbon of red and purple in it.

Whether or not you believe in this kind of stuff, I feel protected by the trees and the birds and the little voles and mices that are living in my yard. My Beebles also protects me. She's very alert, and, as my Mom used to say, "The world needs more Lerts!"

My parents didn't raise me in a traditional way - I mean they were pretty traditional when you get down to the WASPy roots I enjoy, but my parents were always the spectacular people in the room. The people that threw the big parties that everyone wanted to attend.

I remember having the group, "Hot Chocolate" in my house for their big Gold Record party celebration. The DJ that was my Dad's co-worker, Phil Orth, or "Orth from the North" - was the first to release their song "You Sexy Thing" so he was being celebrated along with the band.

That's not your typical childhood memory. Or at least I thought so.

Turns out that there are a lot of people with famous connections, because "celebrities" are just people. They grew up just the same as you and I did! They have families, friends, co-workers from the past and present! Just people.

So, I used to watch award shows and criticize (and also celebrate) what the pretty people were wearing. I was harsh sometimes. Now I feel bad about that. What if you went to some fancy affair and then the next day there are hundreds of sites on the internet declaring you the "Worst Dressed" in all of the land?

I'd HATE that!

Living in Alaska, I feel a bit like that. Because I'm from Massachusetts, I'm labeled as weird, liberal and naive.

???

Really, now? So, the degrees I've earned and the whole Phi Beta Kappa thing?

Oh, right. You would know about PBK because you think it's some special brand of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.

Dumb sh*ts.

Honestly.

Yes. I have blonde hair. Blue eyes. Yes, I'm in good shape (thank you) again.

I lost weight. Not my brain.

So, again. I beg of you. Please stop with the bashing of men, women or whatever.

JUST BE NICE.

My Mom and Dad taught me the old maxim:

If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.

I realize I'm a bit of a hypocrite when I say that and then call certain people dumb sh*ts. However, if you pick on me, over and over, and you continue to underestimate me, you can't expect me to just sit here and take it.

Gonna go study for the Bar.

You know, not the kind with cocktails, you dumb ****.

Yeesh.

Ciao again for now.

Recent Activity and Other Fun Stuff

Heyo!

Feeling much more like myself instead of the angry ranty person that has been me of late.

See, I get very bitchy when I'm treated poorly repeatedly. After a thirteen year marriage where the last year was from HELL? I now have a zero tolerance policy for being treated poorly.

I'll put up with a little crappiness from my new husband because he doesn't know me that well yet, and I also am getting to know him more, too.

However, if you mess with me or my family or one of my best friends? You're gonna hear about it.

I've had dinners at a certain person's home - she's lovely and sweet and was very kind to me when I was so depressed I wanted to die. She and her husband were both very sweet and nice to me, in fact.

So, at one of these dinners, the guy, we'll call him Bob was remarking to his wife, Bobbi, that she should not have another glass of wine.

Now, this woman works full time, and also does side jobs to make extra $$$. She made us a gourmet meal in the beautiful house she decorated herself, replete with gorgeous candles, chandeliers and trompe l'oeille features in the kitchen. It was an incredible home.

If the lady wants a SECOND glass of wine. She can have a second glass of effing wine, there, Bob.

So, they started to have words at the table in front of my husband and me.

And, frankly, I let Bob have it will all barrels. If you wanna make a scene in your house with dinner guests, well, don't expect us to not HEAR it. Good LORD. Have some couth.

So, I said to good ol' Bob,

"Bob. Why don't you mind your own business? If Bobbi wants a goddamn BOTTLE of wine with a straw in it in her own house at her own damn dinner table, then she can have that, too. You're not her Father or guardian. She's a goddamn adult and can drink whatever the hell she deems necessary."

Mind you, this is not an alcoholic person. She's totally adorable and fun and gets tipsy on occasion because she weighs about 5 ounces.

I also understand that he may not like her getting tipsy or a little sloppy or whatever. Well, then he shouldn't have married her. She's no different now than when you were dating for 2 years.

(And he was cheating on his ex-wife, which is totally, you know, like totally COOL.)

So, yeah. You're perfect, there, Bob. Totally without blemish.

GIVE ME A LARGE BREAK!!

So, that's why I was ranty. I'm tired of other people telling me what to do or what not to do. Telling me what I can or can't say. Or that I laugh too loud. Or that I shouldn't wear my hair this way or that.

Or that if someone's TERRIBLE behavior has caused me about 40 hours of having to deal with the police, the Attorney General's office, the credit card fraud departments and my bank and BILL COLLECTORS even!

I don't skip out on my bills. Ever.

Nor do I intend to START, Verizon, who will not call me or let me speak with a human person i their fraud detection department. Form letters and the runaround. 

Well done, Verizon. Way to treat a faithful customer of about 15 years.

So, that's why I get angry. I don't want to have to spend my time on this. I'm a nice person who was simply trying to help out a woman who I thought was in serious trouble with domestic violence.

To retaliate? I've been aggressively generous these past few days! Giving away four bags of food, old clothes that I never wear, backpacks left behind in a closet...I even gave away a beautiful arrangement that I had caringly made for someone who also just left it behind and my old iPhone4S. Those are going for a charity that helps teens and adults in need. They're called the Pacific Northwest Adult & Teen Challenge. I also am donating about $1200 worth of clothes to three different charities around town, including AWAIC - Abused Women's Aid In Crisis and a few other fine charities. Even gave some of the cute things away that I had given to decorate this young woman's room. They were mine to give and frankly, if you leave a room in shambles and then leave behind 800 hangers? Well, I'm gonna give that stuff to people who actually appreciate the kindness of others.

No names. No pictures today. No bullsh*t anymore. I've had enough. So the more you are icky, I'm gonna trump that with excellence of character and kindness toward others who truly are in need.

"Be kind. Always and to a fault" - told to me by my Dad. Wise words.

"The best revenge is a life well-lived" - by somebody famous. Google it.

I say. The best revenge is to cancel out the negativity by being aggressively generous. Always and to a fault.

Thank you and commence paying it forward!

Ciao for now.

PUPPY CAM

This hurts it's so adorable!

Beebles say, why do he make those noises and smell like dat? Peee-ewwws!
Missing Jaxie, but not missing the tornado he is! House stays clean these days...

Needed a break from the serious stuff happening to friends all around.

Here's to 2015! CLINK! Cheers!

Let's all start fresh and refreshed! Yaay!

My New Year begins TODAY! January 27th, 2015. 

Watch Bulldog Puppy Snickerdoodles Napping right now. ACK!

Holy moly, I melted into a puddle just now.

Stay strong, Massachusetts peeps! #Snowmageddon #Bombogenesis is almost over!

#SalemMassachusettsRocks #FreeSpeech #LetsHaveFun #SnowAngelsDoNotSuck

#GoPats!

Something in the Air?

Antarctica from space. We will all be watching as this giant ice sheet continues to melt.
Oh, and by the way? Polar Bears live on the OTHER END OF THE PLANET, you dumbo.

Is there something going on in the atmosphere that is making our men be bigger jerks than usual?

I've been experiencing major growing pains with my new marriage. My best friend is going through a major breakup in her world. My Mom continues to amuse me with stories of the ridiculousness of her ongoing relationship.

So, what gives?

Is it the age old dilemma of "Can't live with him, can't live without him? And can't (or shouldn't) kill him?"

Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus - a great book that sort of describes the hopelessness of the man/woman interaction.

However, this goes for many of the couples I know across the board. Men with men, women with women.

I guess it's the human condition. We are all truly just alone and trying to make our relationships work, but in reality, we are all still truly a product of our brains, hormones, experiences and perceptions.

When you think about the human body and what it's capable of doing and the amazing little cells that all band together to create sight, thought, hearing, touch, taste - our bodies are a miracle. I find that to be true of all of nature's forms.

Just yesterday I went on my first trip to Palmer and Wasilla, Alaska. The people who are born in these places just see the mountains as part of the landscape. It's normal to them.

When I'm in these places surrounded by the Talkeetna and Chugach Mountains, I'm in a constant state of wonder. How did these mountains form, what makes some of them jagged and the other ones smooth? What type of rock makes them? What type of critters can survive in the harsh mountainous altitudes during the cold cold winter months?

It's a constant state of asking how and why and when and what's next? I never get tired of learning about new things. It's thrilling to me.

My guy yesterday remarked at how we were grocery shopping the other day and he said he was amazed at how I "work the room." As if it's not a genuine thing when I speak with someone.

I am not "working" the room at all. I really enjoy getting to know others and their experiences and their perspectives.

I found it an odd set of words and an odd observation considering he lives with me and purports to love me.

Like my friend, over there, who's been as sick as I was with a bad flu.

She was finally hungry again and asked for a simple thing. Spaghetti and sauce. Doesn't get much more simple than that, right? Well, this guy she lives with brought home whole wheat spaghetti and a tomato.

Ummm.

This is after three years? And he does that bullshit? WHAT the hell?

When the chips are down is when a person's true colors come out and selfishness and laziness and self-absorption REALLY rear their ugly heads.

So, to these people (men and women alike) who are selfish assholes? Why don't you all go find each other and be selfish with each other and then just leave the rest of us nice people alone?

Why do you have to glom onto us nice people and suck our air and be shitty?

I wish there was some sort of comprehensive test that people had to take in order to:

1 - get into a relationship
2 - make a friendship
3 - enter your home
4 - use your shit & eat your food
5 - make babies
6 - breathe

Life is a privilege. The Earth is magnificent.

If I am nice to you, please return the favor.

And if I love you, please respect that and savor it.

Love is a rarity.

Carry on and BE NICE. Jeez, already.