tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187474672011-07-07T19:20:42.031-06:00Random Musings from My World. <br>Mostly it's just babble. Oftentimes it's simply the rantings of a babbling psycho.Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.comBlogger1891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-24852323299888045702009-08-19T02:11:00.001-06:002009-08-19T02:13:27.455-06:00

Clearly, not soon enough!New artsy/crafty blog forthcoming. Please stay tuned!

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-69511014370587702122009-01-04T12:36:00.002-07:002009-01-04T12:38:55.539-07:00

Ok so I'm not doing a very good job of that 'photo-a-day' thing for 2009. So far I have only taken photos on January 1. Today I know I will because it snowed and stuff tends to look cool when it snows. So does only having an account of 363 out of 365 days make me the Queen Slacker?(must get that photo blog started... must get that photo blog started...)

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-71988046816940994372009-01-01T23:05:00.002-07:002009-01-01T23:42:19.636-07:00

It's 2009. Brand new year. Fresh, clean, slate.I feel the winds of change blowing and I think they're sending me in a positive direction. Yes. Finally. The little dude and I had a great day today. Build-A-Bear, Starbuck's, and painting. He's still pretty excited about seeing The Tale of Despereaux yesterday as well, which is cool. I hope when he's a little older he'll be interested enough to want

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-31230989802446344962008-12-27T18:27:00.003-07:002008-12-27T18:32:48.538-07:00

Despite feeling like absolute crap today, I accomplished two things:1. I got my new DVD player to work with my TV-that's-too-old-to-work-with-said-DVD-player-right-out-of-the-box. I was able to buy an $18 gizmo (a stereo RF modulator) and an s-video cable. That paired with the (now) old-skool red/white/yellow cable got me back in business and able to watch movies on something besides my laptop

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-51953234990930525242008-12-26T18:14:00.002-07:002008-12-26T18:25:24.699-07:00

10. Learn to knit socks. I've always wanted to. Just been very intimidated. Elaine gave me this great book that will teach me how. in 2009 I plan to crack it open and give it a whirl.9. Finish those two paintings that are tormenting me.8. Knit a hat. I'm starting small. Literally. I'm making a hat for my cousin's little girl. After all, she needs something that matches the tangerine scarf I made

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-8479601915612264382008-12-25T01:41:00.003-07:002008-12-25T01:45:12.726-07:00

Here's an interesting little factoid for you all - a very large number of visitors to this blog landed here by Googling 'bathrobes' or something to do with bathrobes. I find it hilarious considering I don't even own such an item. I owe it all to Bathrobe Mom and my walk down Memory Lane remembering that odd little woman.A very Happy Christmas to one and all! :o)

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-78066992150677980602008-12-23T22:42:00.002-07:002008-12-23T22:50:32.360-07:00

Damn. I haven't posted in nearly two months. That is a helluva long time. Part of it is because I've been busy as shit. The other part is I'm trying to change things up again.Let me explain...This blog originally started up for me to post random thoughts. Mostly about my artwork and photos and music and stuff. Then it morphed into my babbling about my boring-ass life.Then it became my personal

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-86781949930299952612008-10-29T10:09:00.004-06:002008-10-29T10:15:00.760-06:00

Now please...- Stop calling me wanting me to vote on your referenda/for your candidate. While you're at it, stop trying to get me to vote for McCain. Newsflash - I've been a registered Democrat for 17 years and I do not see that changing anytime soon.- Stop with the stupid commercials. I've been over them since mid-Summer. I really wish there were a switch that was flipped once someone casts

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-27576457032816181352008-10-13T01:08:00.003-06:002008-10-13T01:24:07.382-06:00

... a night owl. I stay up way too late (as evidenced by the timestamp on this post). But it's all good. sometimes it takes the silence of the wee hours of the morning to get my brain working. The creative juices flowing.... a geek. And damn proud of it. It's OK to be a geek. It's OK to be smart. Geeks are sexy. Unleash and embrace your inner geek!... a word nerd. Words fascinate me. Their

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-66326058379136874302008-09-30T18:38:00.002-06:002008-10-01T01:16:16.116-06:00

I kind of wish there were a non-obnoxious widget that indicates my mood. Kind of like the ones they have for MySpace with the little emoticons. I might have to do a better search (read: beyond the top three results returned by Google) and find a good one. But if I could flip the mood indicator switch, I'd have to say I'm reflective today. No particular reason. Just a lot of things as of late have

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-79375004535957983612008-09-28T00:30:00.003-06:002008-09-28T00:37:58.646-06:00

I like to watch things on TV. Purely for mindless entertainment.Because sometimes it's nice to immerse myself in something else and not think about my own life for 30-60 minutes.I also enjoy British humor.Oh yes, and Tivo rules.That is all!

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-41004930283847293542008-09-15T00:55:00.002-06:002008-09-15T01:00:30.264-06:00

Hello. My name is Violet (aka Miss Lissa) and I unconsciously, but compulsively, sort things before I eat them.Skittles, M&M's, Smarties (both the American and Canadian varieties), DOTS, Mike & Ike's, JuJu Bees, Swedish Fish, you name it. I unconsciously sort and group these things by color/flavor before eating them.If I don't I may just spontaneously combust or something.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-31062688203891795402008-09-08T19:17:00.003-06:002008-09-08T19:25:25.448-06:00

Their uniforms are cute, classic, and they don't look like a bunch of ho's.That is all.Ok, so it turns out the Packers no longer have "official" cheerleaders. They use cheer squads from local schools, which is pretty cool in my book:For several years, the team has used cheering squads from two local schools, St. Norbert College in De Pere, Wis., and the University of Wisconsin-Green Bay. Compared

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-64760139505892217692008-09-08T18:36:00.002-06:002008-09-08T18:57:49.645-06:00

September rolls around and just like magic - it gets cold. I go from two weeks of lovely weather in Seattle (if you can believe that) to cold and gloom in Denver. Apparently it's supposed to be ~80 tomorrow but I maintain that gloomy Mondays simply suck.On a brighter note, my Pumpkin Spice Lattes are already at a Starbucks near me. As happy as this makes me (c'mon, I gotta have a foofy coffee

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-21935117571721644262008-09-06T22:32:00.002-06:002008-09-06T22:38:29.736-06:00

Man, they're really pushing the "analog is going away in 2009" messaging. Typically it's some local news person reminding you that after February 17, 2009, if you don't have a means of receiving a digital signal you're basically eff'ed. This evening I saw the new Bob Barker commercial. Same messaging, except with Bob Barker it has the same intonation as the PSA's he used to do at the end of The

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-11514393774822844782008-09-02T21:52:00.004-06:002008-09-02T22:00:46.376-06:00

This year alone, heck the past 11 months, my air travel has picked up significantly. Mostly for work, but I get to go to a very cool city for work, so I cannot complain. Since last October, I have went somewhere at least once a month every month. That makes 13 roundtrip flights, with 26 take-offs and 26 landings.What's so unnerving about that you ask?Do you realize that by upping the number of

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-18422921485185729502008-08-29T00:52:00.002-06:002008-08-29T01:41:52.163-06:00

Well not really. But I *am* sexy and I *do* tend to do what I want. Most of the time. That silliness came from something fun Stacy shared, where you take your birth month, day, and the color of shirt you are currently wearing, and each of those values correspond to a snippet of silliness that you form into a sentence. Love that stuff. I'm totally digging on the silliness these days. I like silly.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-42274942149521006362008-08-13T20:27:00.004-06:002008-08-13T22:42:08.891-06:00

I'm in a funk today. I hate being in a funk. I've been in this damn funk the better part of the last couple weeks. I really need to get out of it. Fast. I hate spending bits of my day crying over nothing. Well not "nothing" but stuff that normally I'd just be a bit sad about for a little while then move on.I think the root of the problem is being so damned frustrated and restless. I hate being

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-32808461026347807822008-08-10T20:51:00.004-06:002008-08-10T23:03:05.058-06:00

... you have recurring dreams about people stealing your palette knife and wake up really angry about it.I'm not even sure why I was as pissed off in my dream as I was. After all, it was just a plain ol' plastic palette knife. Although it did happen to be my favorite one. Needless to say it did not end well for the perp who took said palette knife.I wonder what the hidden meaning of all this

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-3354604004945959562008-08-08T01:41:00.002-06:002008-08-08T02:03:15.276-06:00

I stay up late. Way too late. Like for example... right now!I am not the least bit tired, but I'll probably try and crash out here in a few.Sad thing is I can go to bed at 2am and get back up in a few hours. I really don't require that much sleep. I'm told I've always been like this. I was one of those little ones who simply would not go down at 8pm. Or 9pm. Maybe 10pm.Mr. Ethan is the same way,

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-25469594069284968092008-08-07T18:08:00.000-06:002008-08-07T18:23:18.003-06:00

I am hearing you. All of you. I am very well aware that the right braindump-bar is in dire need of an update/cleanup/whatever. I'll get right on that.Sheesh. You complain that my posts are too infrequent, so I stepped it up a little. Now y'all want me to update that sidebar. There are only so many hours in the day you know! ;o)You either want me to post or you want me to update a bunch of stuff

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-27920491119436280172008-08-06T23:39:00.002-06:002008-08-07T18:25:26.292-06:00

Tonight I am enjoying a glorious evening of cool air. Yes! Finally relief from all the friggin' heat.I tell you the cool, damp air is absolutely phenomenal. When I left the gym tonight it was nice and cool with a wonderful breeze. Later on it actually *RAINED*. This is one of those nights where when I was a kid I'd be out setting up my big orange tent (from the 70s!) and sleeping out in the

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-45195934477059036892008-08-06T10:19:00.007-06:002008-08-07T18:28:14.323-06:00

Yet another shameless addiction of mine is the Silver Jewelry Club. They have lots of pretty, sparkly, shiny stuff and it's CHEAP. All you pay is shipping. I buy little silver rings mostly and the occasional beaded item. If my fingers weren't so teeny I think we'd have a much bigger problem, but lately they've been pretty stingy with the 5's and 6's. We'd also have a much bigger problem if they

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-35580846244460527482008-08-05T21:58:00.001-06:002008-08-06T01:19:08.526-06:00

I laughed my ass off today. Even though I was having one of *those* days. Hell, I very well be having one of those weeks.I think being silly today may have turned my week around. It just wasn't looking good. Frustrated and restless yet again. And it was eating at me and putting me in a crappy mood. I'll take the even sore-er abs over that funk I was in anyday.It's good to be silly. It's even

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-56740033903941110902008-07-27T14:41:00.002-06:002008-08-10T23:04:01.415-06:00

Ruth shared this little quiz today. It looked fun so I took it. No surprise that I am a red crayon:You Are a Red CrayonYour world is colored with bright, vivid, wild colors.You have a deep, complex personality - and you are always expressing something about yourself.Bold and dominant, you are a natural leader. You have an energy that is intense... and sometimes overwhelming.Your reaction to

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-49456165821679197162008-07-24T15:20:00.002-06:002008-07-24T15:27:32.273-06:00

I'm befuddled. And confused. And probably a bunch of other adjectives that would describe my disbelief in how this is newsworthy? We're talking 4th bullet on the "Top Stories" box that appears on my Yahoo Mail launch page.Don't get me wrong, I think it's cool that McCain visited this German restaurant in Columbus, OH. Definite good press for the restaurant. But please. Top story? I think not.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-55235947993498393292008-07-21T19:54:00.003-06:002008-07-22T09:50:31.869-06:00

Have you heard about Wii Sex? Not to be confused with wee sex...I have to agree with Salon.com, this is definitely the WTF of the day. And while part of me doesn't feel like dropping $50 on this, a bigger part of me can't wait for this to be released so I can laugh my ass off.More info on the game can be found here and in this podcast here. Makes me wonder if we as a society have gotten either

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-39129409816438079232008-07-20T01:37:00.003-06:002008-07-20T02:08:22.496-06:00

I couldn't resist. I love the photo featured in my header so I had to find a way to use it here beyond some tired post saying 'look at my cool photo.' Plus the old color scheme had grown a bit tiresome. For me anyway. I may still make a few tweaks here and there, but for the most part this is how it's going to be. At least until I have another whim or am inspired by a photo or some other use of

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-19529679522369003802008-07-16T00:32:00.007-06:002008-07-16T00:51:49.346-06:00

What is so intimidating about intelligent women? Women with a brain. Women who have an opinion. Women who have an opinion and stick to it? Why is being smart such a threat to some people? Particularly of the male persuasion?I will be the first to admit - I am nerd girl. I am damn proud of being nerd girl. I would like to think that, despite some questionable choices I've made in my life, I'm

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-70716841093277123682008-07-12T22:18:00.002-06:002008-07-12T22:31:46.050-06:00

You visit a (very overpriced, IMO) garden center and you spy with your little eyes a big sign letting customers know that (for a fee, of course!) they'll be happy to plant your flowers and such in your containers/container garden for you.Yes, you read that correctly. Your eyes do not deceive you.Now given, I realize I was visiting a garden center on the south side. The south side is soooooooo

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-4424276776539691022008-07-12T10:35:00.002-06:002008-07-12T10:38:12.581-06:00

27 down. 10 to go. I can't believe I weighed as much as I did. I guess being unhappy with your life paired with a myriad of minor health issues will do that to you. This weekend I am purging my closet of anything that's too big. Because I will never be that size again.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-34086335848936525302008-07-12T00:25:00.003-06:002008-07-12T00:47:44.101-06:00

Yes. I know. I've been really bad at updating this thing. Note I have a few posts that I do update, however those are Ones That Will Never See the Glow of LCD. Because there's no way in friggin' hell they're getting published. I've had random thoughts. And rants. I've just never bothered to put them to text. Until now... (heh heh heh)For instance, why the hell do these parents at daycare seem to

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-48274847501099881592008-07-04T01:54:00.004-06:002008-07-04T02:04:45.105-06:00

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in mathsHe buzzes like a fridge, he's like a detuned radioKarma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel illAnd we have crashed her partyThis is what you get, this is what you getThis is what you get, when you mess with usI have never in my life disliked anyone as immensely as I dislike two particular people. I could say I hate them,

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-71956706521892229422008-06-19T00:26:00.003-06:002008-06-19T00:29:05.837-06:00

They stopped making Vegetable Thins in the shape of veggies. Now they're these boring squares/rectangle-type things. Hhhhmpphh! At least they still taste good.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-20405116394243159142008-06-15T21:43:00.006-06:002008-06-18T00:52:30.782-06:00

Sometimes you just gotta suck it up and deal with it. Because it's not all about you. It's about your kid. Today I did. It didn't kill me either. I knew it wouldn't. I'm also well aware that that this isn't the first nor the last time I'll be sucking it up and just dealing with it. Because it's not all about me.Therefore I do not feel one ounce of guilt about sitting here and playing Brain Age

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-39279467866461014952008-06-14T20:34:00.002-06:002008-06-14T20:43:16.408-06:00

"Jesus is coming out pretty soon. We'd better get out of here!"Wish I could take credit for that, but it's not my quote. This is a prime example of 'out of the mouths of babes.' This is what was carefully whispered by my friend's 5-year-old son this afternoon while we took a few moments to sit in the chapel at the Mother Cabrini Shrine before heading out.If you've never visited the shrine, you

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-38132147043017113722008-06-10T14:47:00.002-06:002008-06-10T14:55:36.455-06:00

May I just say once more how very thankful I am to be blessed with such wonderful friends. You all have been there for me in more ways than you will ever know. Sometimes without even knowing it.You make me laugh.You make me smile. Even on days when it's hard to find my smile.You love me even though I'm a dork.You love me even though I do really stupid things sometimes.You listen to me and give me

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-15010018978889352802008-06-10T01:34:00.000-06:002008-06-10T03:05:59.269-06:00

I have absitively, posalutely, gotta get the hell outta Dodge. Soon. Before I completely lose my mind. I don't think my work trip the end of the month is going to cut it.All of this 'big change in my life' stuff is driving me batty yet again. Well, rather someone who's the #1 reason this change is happening (and not in a good way) is the driving force behind it. Going to drive the whole lot of us

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-79463902767548677202008-06-04T18:37:00.003-06:002008-06-04T18:42:11.656-06:00

Last night at dinner Ethan was hell-bent on having a donut. Right then. Immediately. Do not pass 'go,' do not collect $200. I swear this kid is going to turn into a donut. A Krispy Kreme specifically.Me: "When you've had a few more bites of chicken, then we'll talk donuts."Ethan: "Mommy, I'm eating my chicken, yo."He's 'eating his chicken, yo????'Apparently he's keeping it real. However, should

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-66361227864876329382008-06-03T23:50:00.003-06:002008-06-04T00:14:57.902-06:00

Shamelessly snagged from Dawn...What is in the back of your car?A car seat (sexy, huh?) and two jackets.What color is your toothbrush?Blue and white.What were you doing at 8 am this morning?Showering.What Were you doing 45 minutes ago?Watching CNNWhat is your favorite candy bar?TwixHave you ever been to a strip club?Yes.What was the last thing you said aloud?OMG what a dork!What is the best ice

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-29451106206954558102008-06-02T23:20:00.005-06:002008-06-02T23:27:10.423-06:00

Because I have to ask. When exactly is this day going to be? I'm curious. Please let me know so I'll be sure to clear my schedule. Or not.If you want me, you know where to find me. I'll be over here. Making underpants for my monkey.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-5475011558349003142008-06-01T23:38:00.003-06:002008-06-02T00:01:44.708-06:00

Or at least for another 22 minutes. Where has this year went? It's almost half over. But yet looking back I have accomplished so much... and have so much yet to accomplish.So far this year...I've lost 22 lbs.Made some big changes in my life. For the better. Even though it's not been easy.Rediscovered my creative muse.Found my happy place. Again.Traveled somewhere every month. Found out who my

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-43472345561193362132008-05-30T14:32:00.003-06:002008-05-30T14:42:47.421-06:00

Dear Teenage Chickies at the Pool...Do you really think that going swimming in full makeup is what's going to attract the boys? Let me tell you, it's not. Especially after you've went underwater and come back up with every last bit of eye makeup smeared and streaming down your face. I was laughing my arse off. As were the group of boys you were trying to impress. Next time might I suggest

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-89702905651441035802008-05-29T21:18:00.000-06:002008-05-30T09:04:03.873-06:00

I got to thinking about age and acting your age and age being a 'state of mind' the other day. I'm 34. Just exactly how is 34 supposed to feel? Exactly how is one who is 34 supposed to act? And furthermore, who establishes exactly how 34, or any age for that matter, should act or look or feel?As I have stated many times and in several places - both on this blog and elsewhere on the internet (gasp

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-57206135048014797222008-05-27T20:23:00.001-06:002008-05-27T20:26:28.966-06:00

Have I mentioned that it's freaking cold outside? And I don't even think we hit 60 degrees today? And that it's May-freaking-27th???I'm cold. I need to go someplace warm. I need to see the sun. At least for a little while.Did I mention I'm freezing?

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This has got to be one of the greatest music videos ever. Or at least in the past, oh, 10+ years? Plus if you're a YouTube junkie, like yours truly, you may spot some familiar faces...P.S. Brad and Mackenzie are getting hitched! It's about damned time, you two! :)

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Because I. Am. Freezing. It's cloudy. It's 52 degrees outside. It's supposed to rain later. I think I got my toes done (and suffered through the whole feet touching thing) for nothing. Well, not nothing. They do look good. Today I'm hitting at least one street fair. Just to get out of the house. Then it's off to the Annual Dysfunctional Family BBQ. Which won't quite be the same because the

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-7900908473678246232008-05-25T18:48:00.000-06:002008-05-26T11:14:01.159-06:00

...Can a person watch The Holiday before they turn into a sappy, lovesick mess? I think I've watched it at least three times this weekend alone, add to that another four times over the course of the past two weeks. Ok, five.Not entirely unusual behavior for me. I have a tendency to watch movies I like over and over. I mean how many times did I watch Catch and Release or Go? Moreover, how many

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-71154632550499556762008-05-19T15:59:00.005-06:002008-12-08T19:02:17.981-07:00

I'm really grouchy today. I feel like crap and wish I had wings to just fly away. This is how I feel:Really grouchy, but still kind of loveable?I'm even using Oscar as my IM avatar today. I've taken breaks to find good grouch quotes. Oscar rocks.Despite the cute muppet, I'm laying low today. That way I minimize the instances of my snapping at people and being the complete 'yotch that I feel like

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-67560457926280672512008-05-19T02:47:00.000-06:002008-05-19T03:06:12.950-06:00

Found a pic. Photoshopped a bit. Came up with a thought-provoking slogan. Beat the code into submission. I like it. :)

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Stop flaunting that stupid, gaudy thing everytime you see me. It's really annoying. I know it's just to make me feel bad and all it's really doing is irritating me and pissing me off.That is all.P.S. I still just am. :)

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-52035421333397974762008-05-17T20:10:00.005-06:002008-05-17T20:25:28.221-06:00

Today I just am.Today I am content. Content to be me. Take me or leave me. Today I looked frickin' fabulous in a t-shirt that hasn't looked right on me in YEARS. Today I also chucked a t-shirt that didn't look good on me then and still doesn't look good on me now. Clearly me and that shirt are just not meant to be.Today my skin looked great (for a change) and my hair did too. Even though all it's

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-52598210646313724642008-05-17T10:18:00.003-06:002008-05-17T10:50:04.819-06:00

Go. See. Iron Man. Now. Just do it. So worth the $10. Just don't get the popcorn. Movie theatre popcorn is narsty.I'm going to see it again. If nothing else, to oogle the oogle-worthy Robert Downey Jr., and of course, Terrence Howard. Well that and to catch anything I may have missed the first viewing.I mean hello - HAWT:Oh lookee here... HOTTIE!In all seriousness, special effects rocked it and

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-20664880345706012572008-05-10T21:43:00.003-06:002008-05-10T21:48:36.006-06:00

OMG this is freaking hilarious. Brings back memories. Bad. Memories. Although not much surprises or shocks me anymore, I'm surprised AMP had the balls to air this. I caught it on MTV about 10 minutes ago, so I'll be curious to see what other channels air it and at what time.Of course the bigger question is where the hell was AMP circa 1994...

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This was kinda tough... especially for me... answer each question with only one word!1. Where is your cell phone? ledge2. Significant other? next!3. Your hair? auburn4. Your mother? friend5. Your father? traveling6. Your favorite thing? child7. Your dream last night? interesting8. Your favorite drink? fountaincokelotsaice (I know that's cheating!)9. Your dream/goal? artist10. The room you're in?

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Looking ^^^ up there today I'm thinking I need to change out that banner and also figure out how to fix the titles and stuff that Blogger automatically puts in so it doesn't look so crappy.Pretty sad that someone who useta get paid an obscene amount of money to design websites and still kindasorta works in tech can't freaking figure out how to fix it... or at the very least beat it into

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-48555281144679129712008-04-26T22:51:00.001-06:002008-04-26T22:53:02.559-06:00

Scary thing is I think this stuff happens on a monthly basis with some women...

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-42675788572895692872008-04-22T00:11:00.003-06:002008-04-22T00:21:10.631-06:00

OMG I am laughing so hard I'm crying and I think I made a puddle...Not sure if it was...This one (even more frickin' hilarious than the original):This one:This one.Or this one.

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At least partially. Despite my Ducks blowing Game 6.I found my Happy Place. Surprisingly it wasn't behind Sarah's couch with Jesus (sorry to disappoint!). It wasn't at the bottom of a tequila bottle (clearly!). And while it's not 100% back (still a bunch of things that need to be fixed) I'll take the portion that is.Part of it I found in the joy of solitude.Part of it I found in the joy of

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This blog entry totally made me laugh out loud today. I love Dooce.It's too bad I'm not a Packers fan. Or a Colorado State fan for that matter. That whole gold and green and getting ready for game day thing would have so much more meaning for me. But I'm not. I bleed black and gold... and blue and gold. So I guess in my case the lyrics would go something like:Loving would be easy if your colors

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aka Just Another One of My Friday Night Misadventures.One of these days I will realize that lots of Patron in a short amount of time, paired with not eating a lot, paired with those who like to poke me with sticks equals chaos. Therefore I am hereby declaring a moratorium on Patron drinking, at least in the near-term. I love my tequila but the last two weeks it's been very bad news. Two Fridays

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-33722705454338085152008-04-11T17:38:00.001-06:002008-04-11T17:40:09.894-06:00

Here's what I did last Sunday. Not to be confused with "I know what you did last summer..."You're welcome, Mangy Whore! ;o)

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"I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone."-Henry RollinsLove me some Henry!

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I didn't chicken out. I'll post a pic when it's not looking quite so traumatic. I still maintain that the belly button hurt far worse than anything I've ever had pierced in my life - hence why that one has still not been replaced. Even though I've "earned" it back via a flat stomach and then some.I also found a fabulous (and inexpensive) pilates and yoga studio in Denver today, which is way cool.

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Not as sinister as it sounds. Or sad. But rather cool.I think this would even fall into the crazy~sexy~cool category (thanks D!)Leaving here shortly to take care of said piece.For those of you who might be a wee bit concerned, don't be. Nothing bad will come of this. It's all good. :o)Just another thing to keep that joy going.

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That is the question du jour. It feels like this month just barely started, now here we are. The month coming to a close. I feel like I have accomplished nothing, yet so much at the same time. I guess we'll see where April takes me.This weekend was full of events. I tried to spend a fair amount of time on my own. My plan for total and complete solitude didn't quite pan out, but it's fine. I had

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-19179294011723228702008-03-29T18:10:00.003-06:002008-03-30T00:22:03.723-06:00

I think I overdid it today. On the adrenaline junkie front. Totally pushed myself. Was feeling great. Hurrah! Then there's that little "pop!" In my knee. The really, really, really trashed knee (which one, right?). The one where I don't think there's much left to tweak. *sigh*Well the good news is I had my "bionic woman" knee brace on, so with any luck I didn't do too much damage. Still too soon

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-84285934473844863812008-03-29T11:12:00.002-06:002008-03-29T11:15:40.524-06:00

Should I be insulted? Especially coming from a 4-year-old?Oh the things that come out of this kid's mouth sometimes. I think he's inherited his mother's wack-ass sense of humor and use of words.I have also been informed that I am very, very, very, naughty and therefore I cannot play with the new shooter-gun.Damn. I was like looking forward to that and stuff.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-30423689789467594302008-03-27T20:45:00.003-06:002008-05-12T00:51:54.390-06:00

So shamelessly swiped from Lee's blog! ;o)Here are 6 words to sum up my life: my memoir:JourneyCreativeDrivenJoyfulLaughterFriendship

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For anyone who's wondering, I did get on that plane and I did go home. It wasn't great but it wasn't bad for the most part. Things finally, FINALLY got somewhat settled.Huge changes that have already been churning are in motion. For the good or for the bad. I now know what challenges lie ahead for me and I'm ready to take them on. One by one. And I am taking the high road.Sadly, I've learned the

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-36403292064139220052008-03-25T20:29:00.001-06:002008-03-25T20:30:49.966-06:00

I am scared to death about what I'm going to walk into when I get home tomorrow. I really don't wanna go home. Maybe I can just stay here in Chicago and send for my things.

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Now stop snowing, dammit! Spring means it gets warm. And my tulips start sprouting (which they are!). Grass starts turning green (instead of the disgusting, matted brown it currently is). Leaves sprout. It stops freaking snowing. And I live in flip-flops on a daily basis. Oh. Wait. I live in flip-flops on a daily basis whether it's Spring or not. I forgot.Now for the record, only one house on my

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-7808331354685674922008-03-19T23:57:00.002-06:002008-03-20T00:04:22.525-06:00

I just wish I could have one day. Just one. Where shit isn't hitting the fan.Today was monumentally bad. Monumentally. Insanely. Major bad.Thank god for those who make me laugh on a daily basis. You all know who you are. Kookiness. Insane dorkdom. Blondeness. Pure crazy. Inane, but silly comments. That's what's getting me through right now. That and big smiles from a certain 4-year-old.I've got a

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Apparently the latest survey in the series is one of those "tag you're it" kinda things. Well I wasn't tagged but I'm a sucka for surveys so I just feel compelled to answer. Especially since it's a "random" survey!1. My favorite flowers are tulips and gerbera daisies. I could take or leave roses.2. My drink of choice is tequila. Good tequila.3. I could watch re-runs of Friends any day of the week

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-1110322778824264102008-03-17T21:36:00.003-06:002008-03-17T21:38:54.882-06:00

Happy St. Patty's Day!Don't want to disgrace my Irish ancestors or anything. Unfortunately I won't be out partaking of any green beer (narsty!) or any drunken Irishness. At least not this year. Next year, however, is another story...

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The massively heavy snow bullet at least. I woke up this morning expecting a shitload of snow. Enough to make me exceptionally cranky. Not a fan of the fluffy white stuff. Well, unless someone happens to be bestowing a free lift ticket to Breck upon me, in which case I am happy to partake of the fluffy white stuff - so long as it stays in the mountains and doesn't follow me home!Good news is,

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But sadly, someone's week kicked her ass, so we'll have to be British another time. Bloody hell.Maybe if we wait another day I'll actually agree to the floppy hats. ;)

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Yes. Seriously. I'm like thisclose.What's that you say? You say it's already gone? Long gone?Well in that case, it sho' as hell ain't comin' back after all THIS.

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He's four. He's cute. He's got attitude. Happy birthday, little dude!

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Yeah, just what I need. Something else to take up space on my Tivo. I don't have Showtime so I've only recently had more than just a few minutes exposure to Dexter. I. Am. Hooked. Plus it's the perfect thing to follow up the repeats of Cold Case so I can waste more time staring mindlessly at the television on Sunday nights.

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Last night was karaoke night. Not like some weird official deal or anything. No, just an evening singing karaoke and throwing back shots of tequila (chased by a Heinekin. Or two.), followed by - you guessed it - more tequila (Reposado this time) and potato vodka mixed with cranberry. Potato vodka rules. It's also good for fueling drunk-dialing. And drunk 'how-to-drunk-dial-101" voice messages.

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I think I've got the best one-liner from my chat with E this evening. "Nice people have stalkers. Bitchy people, like myself, do not."I also like my rebuttal - "Nor do scary people, like me!"A mutual friend of ours has managed to get herself a couple of "stalkers." Not the scary-ass kind, like the ones that left me no other choice than to shut down my old site. No, these are just fans or admirers

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Mortification. For me anyway.Some background - I am a huge klutz. Huge. If you know me you know this. If you don't, well now you know. I think it's the curse of the lanky people. I trip over my own feet. Sometimes I just topple over because I get distracted. I have all these "phantom" bruises from bumping into things. The bruising is not hard because I bruise very easily. But you'd think one of

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What is a mid-life crisis anyway? Seriously. Makes me sound like some sort of a freaking desperate housewife or something (and for the record I HATE that show. it's lame.), which I am most certainly NOT. I mean the stereotypical mid-life crisis usually consists of some overweight, balding dude at or around 40, who wakes up one day and looks at his tired old self in his tired old life and decides

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Now.Any other questions?

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I have come to conclusion that Ethan is going to be the next "installment" in my family's "Italian Stallion" saga. It's inevitable. The "ladies man" gene is just too strong. Plus he spends way too much time with his Uncle Bryan and Uncle Chris (when he's in town). My only hope is that he doesn't decide to have a map of Italy tattooed on his back. I'm not opposed to getting inked. I have one

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The Trunk Monkey is friggin' hilarious.

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Apparently if you set your cell phone on a piece of aluminum foil, it prevents the GSM interference from making that annoying "bump-baba-bump-baba-bump-baba-bump" noise through the computer speakers.

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... it's not dead.Thanks Aim - I realize you sent this to me on Thursday, but what can I say, I'm slow. ;o)

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I do. Way too much. Sometimes to the point of over-thinking, but notsomuch this time. Huge changes are coming. And been a long time coming. I've had a lot of time to think about it. And over-think. I spend a lot of time in airports. At least I have the past 5 or so months. Usually waiting for flights and often delayed flights. Gives a person a lot of time to think. I think they're a great place

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This week has been crap. Like really really crap. Nothing major mind you. Just... I think trying would be a good word. My "Monday" has managed to bleed into my Tuesday and my Wednesday. Work-related stress mostly. Which doesn't help with the stress caused from the other things I have going on in my world right now. Not elaborating on that just yet. I will. I promise.I think today was about the

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-31195421909953535182008-02-17T09:44:00.006-07:002008-05-12T00:52:39.009-06:00

Courtesy of Heidi!1. Do you personally know anyone in prison at the present moment?Not really, but I probably do. I used to hang out with some rather shady characters.2. Have you ever logged onto a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush's myspace?Who hasn't?3. When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly?Thursday, except it was just peanut butter. Does that count?4. Do you have a desk in your room?

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-73523844227947973102008-02-16T15:16:00.001-07:002008-03-11T22:53:25.851-06:00

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-21245200273294355242008-02-15T22:59:00.002-07:002008-02-15T23:02:54.943-07:00

At least according to my little guy. Out of the blue he tells me "Mommy, you are so money!" He was really quite sincere about it too. Methinks it's time that he NOT watch Swingers. Otherwise I'm going to have a miniature Vince Vaughn on my hands.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-83408263994918581652008-02-15T13:20:00.004-07:002008-08-10T23:13:05.312-06:00

Million dollar question of the day - why the hell do women show up to the gym in full makeup? Why? Why? Why? Especially for a kickboxing class! "Barbie" in my kickboxing class this morning was totally done up in full regalia. She usually is anyway, but I do believe that I could have scraped a bunch of it off with my fingernail today. Funny thing is, Barbie ain't all that. Midway through class she

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-80022482481952476402008-02-11T13:00:00.000-07:002008-02-11T13:02:12.258-07:00

It's quite simple really. - First, make my internet connection dodgy where it decides to blip out here and there.- Second, decide that my computer needs to be rebooted right then. Right in the middle of one of my favorite Soup Dragons songs.Today that'll do it quite nicely.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-8645564661356012302008-02-04T22:59:00.000-07:002008-02-04T23:05:13.815-07:00

Hello! Self-absorbed much? Do you not realize that now half the flight has freakin' nowhere to stow their bags? I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the lack of legroom as I had to stuff everything under the seat in front of me. The elderly couple in Row 3 also thanks you because they had to stow their bags in the back of the plane. I hope your next flight is on United.**For

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-75983039965463259882008-01-30T14:11:00.001-07:002008-07-12T22:37:32.595-06:00

... they've got crews of workers *vacuuming* the sand off the grassy areas that line the major streets.Glad to see my HOA dollars being put to good use.

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130010531271045460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747467.post-8949505914800013942008-01-27T15:12:00.001-07:002008-07-12T22:37:32.596-06:00

Ok. Christmas is over. The goose has gotten fat. And eaten. We were all quite pleased to put a penny in an old man's hat. Now for the love of all that is Noodly, will you just admit defeat and take that tangled mess of clumped up lights off your poor tree? Clearly they didn't make it up in time for Christmas and I doubt the other neighbors would be too thrilled for you to leave them up until next

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