As My Friend Is Touching My Husband's

knee under the table:


Him: Whew!


Her: What?


Him: You're getting king of close there.


Me: She touched your knee...


Him: It's in the vicinity.


Me: Trust me, it's not that long.

I Feel Kind Of Like The Song

from my Music Monday post. I set it up a couple of days ago, just to get it done, so all I would have to do is post it. And of course I forgot to do just that.


I tried to write this earlier, but did something and ended up erasing almost everything I had already typed. I had tried to write fairly light-heartedly about my dogs trip to the vet today, but I just can't do it again.


She has hip dysplasia and osteo-arthritis that is so bad the vet was absolutely AMAZED that she could even walk.


The vet also insisted I let her do blood panels on Goldie. She suspects a thyroid problem, possibly cancer, and maybe kidney and/or liver problems.

I'm not even allowed to throw a Frisbee for her. And she LOVEEES a Frisbee.

Top left is Goldie at about 1 year old, next one down is from just this last summer, top right is her today. Can yous see the difference?

Music Monday ~Falls Apart~ by Sugar Ray

I thought he was soooo HOT. Like 10 years ago.

Falls Apart

She falls apart by herself
No ones there to talk or understand
Feels sustained, dries her eyes
Finds herself, opens the door inside
People see right through you
Everyone who knew you well
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasteful
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
Hold, hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney: Want]
Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
You walk along by yourself
There's no sound, nothing is changing
Been gone away, left you there
Emptiness is nothing you can't share
All those words that hurt you
More than you would let it show
Comes apart, by yourself
All is well and everything is wasted
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney: Want]
Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney: Want]
Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Sometimes we'll feel around and this dance instead can't be down
All the sound of me on my own
Any sound of me again it's time away surround around a friend
I know where I know where no where to runaway
She falls apart, no one there
Hold her hand, it seems to disappear
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasted
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney:] Want
Hold (Want) hold you but your going away
Runaway runaway [Rodney background:] runaway runaway
[Rodney:] Want
Hold (Want) you tomorrow but your leaving today
Runaway Runaway
Hold (Want) hold you (Want) but your going away
But your leaving today, but your leaving today 

Don't Get Me Wrong,

I love, love, lovveee, LOVE it when people tell me they love my blog. Or that I'm really funny. I especially like to be told I'm funny. (Ohhh, she's funny alright. But not really in a haha kind of way)


But DAMN!!! The PRESSURE!!!


I used to be able to just put whatever the fuck I felt like up on this blog.


Now I feel like I have to make sure it's funny. Or that people will like it. Or that someone won't be offended by it.


And ohmygod is that not EASY!


Like, hmmm, do they really want to hear another post about some crazy shit my 5 year old just said? I bet their 5 year old says the same kind of crazy shit.


Soooo, okay. Traffic? I fucking hate traffic. But most everyone else does too. I don't want people to have flashbacks of their road rage while reading my blog.


Weather? Weather's been shitty lately, so I really don't want to blog about that. And I don't think you really care about my shitty weather, since lately chances are, YOUR weather has been shitty too.


And then there are soooo many things I want to say here. You know the kind. The shit that other people do, that really pisses you off. Especially shit family does. Or close friends. Or anyone else I know. Or don't know. Oh, I love to blog about THAT!


Problem is, even if I am posting it to be ummm.... funny...most of them know about this blog, and every little thing that's said is scrutinized and analyzed and then all of a sudden people who haven't talked to each other in months or years are all over the phone and e-mail posting links to my blog so EVERYONE in the entire fucking world can see what a bad daughter/sister/mother/friend/bitch I really am, because I've hurt their felling so bad with this inconsiquential dribble I call a motherfucking blog.


And we certainly wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, would we?


Which leaves me without a lot of things to say.


motherfucker.

Last Year For Christmas

my husband bought me the Wii Fit game and board. Not that it was really a hint, but because I wanted it soooo bad. I used it 3 times. It's been about a year since I got on that thing last.


This year he bought the both of us the Wii Fit Plus game.


He did it for the first time a couple of days ago. When you first start the game it asks for your height, etc and then it weighs you. It will give you your BMI and everything.


It will even say OHHH whenever you step on the board. Doesn't that motivate ya?


Anyway, it said HE should weigh 145 pounds.

I ain't getting on that thing.. 

Music Monday ~That's What You Get~ Paramore

Lyrics to That's What You Get :
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa 

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