Cliff is the greatest!

Cliff is the greatest! The end.

Friday realizations....

April was my last blog??! April?! Wow....Lindsey, you slacker. Changes coming soon. Delicious side note, made the best cheesecake of my life last night. It tasted like a sweet cream cheese cloud.....

A little fall festive picture!! I dont know who these ladies are....
but I like em'!

Woe is me.....

I have a huge problem, the chewy Runts that I have been ravenously craving but are unable to find, have graduated to dreams…I’m dreaming about chewy Runts....(sign of a fatty, right....yeah, I’m aware)

If anyone finds a place with chewy Runts please let me know, I am more than willing to give you the banana ones….Have sugar addiction, will travel. If I don’t get them soon, I fear how this will end….



My Gloria Steinham Soapbox......

I recently saw a group of straight men attack women for smoking, while it started with smoking it ended with them attacking women regarding their looks. This bothered me…..I will whole heartedly agree, smoking is really gross and people shouldn’t do it……all people, not just women.

  Having said that, my problem with men like this is that so often they are the same kind of men, uneducated, unattractive, broke with at least one kid…….hmmm. So my question is, what is it about something charmingly average hanging between your legs that makes you feel like you’re entitled? And why is it always men that do this, I could be wrong here but I have never seen a group of women standing around talking about how its so upsetting when they meet a guy that seems to have a lot going for him and then they realize he’s just a shallow loser…..nope women take you in and try to fix you.

    When I was single, I got criticized all the time for not dating men with children, I just didn’t. It wasn’t something I wanted or needed in my life; to me it was like getting on the airplane of life holding your baggage and someone else’s. I got demonized for this, especially by men but I can’t tell you how many times I got asked the, “do you have kids question?” by a man…..and THAT was ok?!?
My favorite excerpt from The Torch…………


 “Because women's work is never done and is underpaid or unpaid or boring or repetitious and we're the first to get fired and what we look like is more important than what we do and if we get raped it's our fault and if we get beaten we must have provoked it and if we raise our voices we're nagging bitches and if we enjoy sex we're nymphos and if we don't we're frigid and if we love women it's because we can't get a "real" man and if we ask our doctor too many questions we're neurotic and/or pushy and if we expect childcare we're selfish and if we stand up for our rights we're aggressive and "unfeminine" and if we don't we're typical weak females and if we want to get married we're out to trap a man and if we don't we're unnatural and because we still can't get an adequate safe contraceptive but men can walk on the moon.”
Author unknown, quoted in The Torch, 14 September 1987

Birthday Shout-Out.....

Us back in our high school days.
Apparently we did not own tweezers.....

This one is a little late….well because we celebrated it late and I didn’t want to berate you guys with multiple birthday shout outs right out of the gate. This one is to my very best friend….Michael, he turned twenty seven recently and we did it up right!

We have been friends for ten years now…..and miraculously we haven’t aged a day…hmm. He is the very best friend a gal could ask for….he always listens and although more often than not the advice he gives me was already there, sometimes you just need to hear it from your best friend. His brilliantly preformed duties include……listening to me dissect a problem to death, laughing at our countless inside jokes, being there and understanding when very few others are, out drinking me, supporting my hair brained ideas and loving me for all the hot mess that I am.

My dear, you are the Ethel to my Lucy, the Rhoda to my Mary, the Lavern to my Shirley, the Jack to my Karen, the Oprah to my Gayle, the Aurora to my Rosie, the Hillary to my CC………you get the picture.    



Things have certainly improved.....



Looking forward to countless more birthdays until we are drinking cosmos and spreading rumors in the old folks home in Florida.



Come back my dear summer, we have been apart for too long. Today I washed dishes that were not even dirty just to warm my hands up……..ok they might have been dirty and I might have had to do them regardless but I enjoyed it more than usual. I hate dishes, don’t you? Bringing it back to my initial thought…..summer, I miss it, dearly. I am not a winter girl……I’m a cold weather sissy and when your bottom is already slightly big, winter clothes do you no favors.This morning when I woke up the ground was covered with white and the only sounds coming from my TV were news desk people talking about wrecks and not walking with your hands in your pockets on ice........uuuuhg (eye roll). So I have decided to ignore winter weather.....much like a man you didnt want a second date with......if I ignore it, it will go away. I just have to share some summer……….I hope you are enjoying winter more than me but by chance your not, these are for you.



Look at all the flowers!!.....And of course the marvelous Miri!





My all time favorite summer snack.....with a little sea salt, of course.



Picking sand plums for homemade jelly......that I made.




A little piece of our pasture and the pear tree....mid summer.




And an all smiles, slightly sun burned Miri, Me and Pi.

So lets all cling to our snuggies, in front of our fireplaces, drinking hot toddies and pray for the first sign of lovely spring. Hope these pictures helped bring a little sun light to your dreary winter days.

                                                                                         

Pink Nikes in Smoldering Grass

The morning started off as any other morning does…….staring at the coffee maker, hoping by some chance I can will it to move a little faster….notice how that never works?

After doing a little ad work from my office at home I stepped outside to let my doggies out for a potty break……(just to give you a slightly better visual, no shower, brown leggings, oversized ratty sweater that I should have thrown away many, many moons ago and even worse house shoes). Standing out on my porch I notice multiple huge clouds of smoke. In the last three years, I have learned that nothing scares the bejeebers out of country folk quite like grass fires, so I was immediately attentive. Being the Lois Lane that I am…..(ok, ok I may or may not have given myself that nickname after getting the newspaper job, chopping all my hair off and dying it black…….hey, it still works….right?) I immediately grabbed my camera and my Oklahoma press pass, hopped into Marsha and blazed down toward the fire, now this may not impress you much but how often do you get to travel towards a fire instead of away from it and firemen are always exciting, right ladies..?..

Here is another little secret about rural areas………roads don’t have names……rural people use landmarks like “Mr. Smith’s barn”, “south of Bill’s pond”, or “in between the two water towers”, during this entire escapade I was wishing Q was with me because he really knows these areas and landmark slang…..as for me…..well…..I’m a better city driver but the fact that I am stupidly fearless helps me on nameless dirt roads. As I try and locate the fire with only the help of a cloud of smoke billowing above me…..I started to feel like it was impossible and I began looking around and realized I might have been lost…….About that time I took a left turn and ran right into lights, police lights, fire truck lights, spot lights…….(ok, no spot lights but three kinds of lights sounded better than two). I barely get my ol’ Marsha in park before I’ve hopped out and waltzed right up to the boys fighting the fire. I successfully stayed out of their way and it wasn’t until I was about fourteen pictures in that I realized I still had not taken a shower and I was still wearing the same stunning attire that I had been wearing around my house and all I had bothered putting on were my pink Nikes. So there I was, bed head, brown tights, overly worked sweater, pink Nikes standing in still smoldering grass and although I had just realized what a hot mess I was……..it was clear all the hard working young men around me had already realized that fact……It made for some good newspaper work and a new experience.