This is a car advertisement from Great Britain. When they finished filming the ad, the film editor noticed something moving along the side of the car, like a ghostly white mist. They found out that a person had been killed a year earlier in that exact same spot. [...]]]>

This is a car advertisement from Great Britain. When they finished filming the ad, the film editor noticed something moving along the side of the car, like a ghostly white mist. They found out that a person had been killed a year earlier in that exact same spot. The ad was never put on TV because of the unexplained ghostly phenomenon.

Watch the front end of the car as it clears the trees in the middle of the screen and you’ll see the white mist crossing in front of the car then following it along the road…..Spooky!

Is it a ghost, or is it simply mist? You decide. If you listen closely to the ad, you’ll even hear the cameraman whispering in the background about it near the end of the commercial.

Saturday we spent our afternoon at the beautiful Bloedel Reserve here on Bainbridge.  The girls had a lot of fun looking for all the various squash that were part of the super squash scavenger hunt going on this month.  Big Daddy and I had [...]]]>

Saturday we spent our afternoon at the beautiful Bloedel Reserve here on Bainbridge.  The girls had a lot of fun looking for all the various squash that were part of the super squash scavenger hunt going on this month.  Big Daddy and I had a lot of fun following them around on such a perfect and picturesque fall day.

Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about eleven things they did not and will not learn in school.  He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in [...]]]>

Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about eleven things they did not and will not learn in school.  He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.  I love them all, but am particularly fond of #7. I  remember clearly the day I realized my mom must have been much more interesting and sane before she had children.

Rule 1 : Life is not fair – get used to it! 

Rule 2 : The world doesn’t care about your self-esteem.  The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school.  You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss

Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity.  Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping:  They called it opportunity.

Rule 6 : If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were.  So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer.  This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters.  You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF.  Do that on your own time.

Rule 10 : Television is NOT real life.  In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds.  Chances are you’ll end up working for one.

There hasn’t been much writing of the blog posts going on here lately because I’ve been in a funk of gigantic proportions.  It’s been building and brewing for months.  It’s hard to be creative or believe anything about my writing other than it’s not very good, when in [...]]]>

There hasn’t been much writing of the blog posts going on here lately because I’ve been in a funk of gigantic proportions.  It’s been building and brewing for months.  It’s hard to be creative or believe anything about my writing other than it’s not very good, when in the grips of my old foes, Depression and Anxiety. I really did give it the old college try over the past four months that I’ve been off the stuff. I started therapy and am working on myself and all that good stuff.  I do believe it’s helping (what’s not helping? The endless winter I’m living with), but I need a little bit more. So I’m officially back on the meds. Oy vey.

So hopefully I will be back to feeling like myself very soon. And posting much more often.

Lately I have been bitching and moaning. More than usual. I don’t know what my issue is. A midlife crisis perhaps? What with the 42nd birthday looming and all that. I’ve been fixated on the passage of time and how quickly it all goes. But of course I’ve [...]]]>

Lately I have been bitching and moaning. More than usual. I don’t know what my issue is. A midlife crisis perhaps? What with the 42nd birthday looming and all that. I’ve been fixated on the passage of time and how quickly it all goes. But of course I’ve been completely focused on ME and how my time is passing quickly.

I can’t really believe I’ll be 42 this year. Not that I think that is old. Not at all. But, damn! Wasn’t I 22 just a couple years ago? How is this possible? And if I feel like I was 22 just a couple years ago, am I going to find myself 62 just as quickly?! (Don’t answer that). And will everything be the same? Am I going to still be bitching and moaning? Feeling antsy and restless? Not knowing what I want? Fuck, I hope not.

I have got to learn to get out of my own damn head and not always be thinking of the next thing. Because you know what? You get what you want and you’re still you. You’re still stuck with the same crap that was bugging you before! I need to get to the bottom of my crap. Figure out what I need to make me happy; less grumpy, more settled.  Because I am not liking myself lately. And I hate these feelings. I’m always snapping at someone or crying or feeling like I need to scream.

I’ve been bitching about my kids making messes and me having to clean them up day after day. How they talk back, won’t listen, can’t manage to put their toys away or get themselves dressed without whining. How the 2 year old is so stubborn and everything is “No! I do it!” and “No! I want a cookie NOW and 36 glasses of milk!!! And you will get it for me, Woman!”

So today I read something that helped me put my crap into perspective. Because it is my crap. Of course. I’m the one focusing on the negative here and feeling sorry for myself when really? I’ve had a great life with many awesome experiences. I’ve done so much and seen so much and known so many great people in those twenty years between 22 and now. And right now I’m living The Best Life. I am married to a wonderful guy who is really funny and smart and my best friend. I can’t believe how much fun we have together. How much he still makes me laugh and how into me he still is. I’ve got these great kids! Who are beautiful, healthy, funny, smart girls with the most amazing little personalities. Such sweet girls with big hearts who are also brave and strong and determined. And lucky me, I get to watch them grow and become more of themselves everyday.

Yes, time goes quickly. Yes, I’ll wake up in a couple years and be 62. And you know what? My girls will be 22, 26 and 27. Just like that. So instead of bitching and moaning and feeling sorry for myself. I’m going to slow down and recognize that this is the best time in my life. I’m not going to yell so much and worry so much about the spills and the toys. I’m not going to spend my time whining about what I’m doing or not doing with my life. Instead I’m going to just do it. If I don’t like something, I’m going to change it. If I want to do something, I’m going to do it. Because time does pass quickly and I don’t want to waste mine.

Really? Do I need a reason? OK, no one drops more F Bombs than I do and maybe, just maybe Cee Lo does it with as much class and style as I do. Maybe. It’s definitely a catchy tune and who doesn’t like to go around singing “Fuck [...]]]>

Really? Do I need a reason? OK, no one drops more F Bombs than I do and maybe, just maybe Cee Lo does it with as much class and style as I do. Maybe. It’s definitely a catchy tune and who doesn’t like to go around singing “Fuck you”? It’s officially my theme song now. What’s that mean? I don’t fuckin know but it sounds good. Enjoy!

Mainly because I love me some old school Prince, but also because for 26 years December 26th has meant this song.  And, if you have lost someone that you were missing yesterday, this is for you.

I took my big girls to see a local production of Annie this afternoon. A really good show and so fun to see one of the girls’ friends on stage! Lots of friends in the audience too. I really like that Miss Hannigan. I gotta get me a [...]]]>

I took my big girls to see a local production of Annie this afternoon. A really good show and so fun to see one of the girls’ friends on stage! Lots of friends in the audience too. I really like that Miss Hannigan. I gotta get me a whistle.  And a flask.

Because my credit rating isn’t quite as high as Big Daddy’s (it’s high people, but let me be a lesson to you, don’t be late with even one payment because you’re score will drop a point or two) our mortgage loan is in his name only. This way [...]]]>

Because my credit rating isn’t quite as high as Big Daddy’s (it’s high people, but let me be a lesson to you, don’t be late with even one payment because you’re score will drop a point or two) our mortgage loan is in his name only. This way we get a lower interest rate. So I had to initial and sign some docs taking my name off. Well, one document reads something along the lines of “Big Daddy, a married man, is purchasing this house as his sole and separate property.” When you come from California you don’t like to see things like “separate property.” So what do I do? Call my bff and favorite attorney.

Me:  “JR, I think I’m about to get screwed and I don’t want to sign this! I mean after closing we are putting the house in both our names as well as our trust, but what if he doesn’t do that?! Am I effed!”

JR: “Woman, calm down and read it to me.” At which point I do

Me:  “So WTF?! Should I sign this?! Separate property, JR. Sep. Ar. Ate property!!”

JR: “Simmer.  Sounds to me like you’ve got the best deal there. None of the debt and all of the house. Sign away.”

Me: “You see? This right here? Is why I love you and why you’re my favorite attorney. Thanks!”