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Thank you SOPA, thanks for nothing!

I have two new fascinations; clouds, and driving on the wrong side of the road. I am not sure which came first though. Perhaps it was from my frequent daydreams, while driving, that made me drift from my lane and check out the clouds that were suddenly noticeable above my wandering gaze. Or possibly just because I am constantly staring in fascination at the magnificent, plush clouds that I have been rolling astray. I desperately want to climb up there and curl up in the heavenly silky, down floating cushions, and maybe reach out a few times to take little licks of the sticky and sweet spun air. (Wow, I must be tired…) Either way, I can’t stop doing either. Read the rest of this entry

Tweets for Twits

Every couple of weeks, I try to update my current status from technologically challenged to something that even touches the breath of a goddess of social media. I have to admit, I have more than a long way to go, and I fall embarrassingly short behind the teenager of today. I may know how to keep a blog struggling afloat, but when it comes to the terminology usage of even the youngest of children today, I am floored by their knowledge and baffled by their words.

It brings me back to the days when my pre-digital age grandparents’ faces blanketed with sheer bewilderment, speechless, as they watched from behind as I speedily chatted with friends, tossed the internet slang with strings of abbreviations, and changed the settings on the computer. Us digital natives just had a knack for computers, we grew up together. Read the rest of this entry

Have a Grateful Holiday

In the holiday spirit I will attempt at a blogging transformation, even if slight or temporary. Because let’s face it, I am censorious and a world-class whiner. I tend to have more to write about when it’s something negative or when I am crying from inside a blazing pit of stress and tribulations. When things are good, I can’t seem to come up with words. I choke from the optimism. 

Today, I sat down by the computer, which strangely I have not spent much time on over the past week, and decided a new post was due. This time there would be no complaining about anything, not even about the stupid dog who’s obsessed with peeing on my door every morning leaving an everlasting, lingering stench. It is the holiday season and it is a time to set all the chaotic gift buying down to the side and remember what we have to be grateful for. Read the rest of this entry

Verbal Diarrhea

I have recently been accused of Verbal Diarrhea by one of my readers and I found it quite amusing. Being that I did a lot of schooling in medical terminology, the word Diarrhea should probably be a lot easier for me to use because it is, simply put, just a condition. However, since way back as far as I can remember, that word has been one of the most difficult for me to say and even to hear.

When I was a little girl complaining of a stomach ache and silently wishing to cut school, my dad would just blatantly pop the question; “Do you have diarrhea?” Every time, without fail, the burning scarlet embarrassment creeped up my neck and across my cheeks and I ran from the room. He did it so often you would think I grew accustomed to the word. But that day never came. Read the rest of this entry

Ho Hum, Humdrum

The number of viewers to my blog has diminished day-by-day. What was one day 164, now has become 2 on a good day. Like previously mentioned, this is for me. However, I still love when people read what I write.

Every time I find a second to post anything, there is a little voice in my head screaming at me for making thee most insipid and painfully lame blog entry. Listen, my life is not that exciting. It is hard to turn a mundane day of dishes and laundry into anything remotely entertaining.

Things are kind of bland nowadays so I can’t seem to find humor in my daily experiences. I have a pretty hectic schedule and so my brain doesn’t have time to drift off to far and exotic places. My poetry is practically, ‘I went to the store, to go buy some more. I brought along a child, his tantrum was nothing mild’. Now that, is embarrassing.

I used to have intellectual thoughts and many aspirations of grandeur. Now all I can hope for, is a day a little quieter and calmer than the last so that I can breathe. My dreams are of houses blanketed in tissues so that every child’s sneeze doesn’t end up in a run and search party. While I am fantasizing, a little less runny noses would be greatly appreciated.

So, while I would love to humor the world and entertain my viewers, my days are lacking in excitement. I will just have to, once again, go back to my idea of writing for my personal sanity. Back to my days of grabbing the available moment to post anything at all.

Child number two is not feeling too well and has joined me for my day. Now I really can’t post anything substantial. Sorry guys, it’s just you and me.


I am strangely grateful for the coming of Sunday. I love weekends most of the time, but they get tricky when it comes to writing. I just can’t seem to find enough time to make a comprehensible post. Sure, I can post anything that I want, being that this is my blog, but I will use that advantage to other benefits. (if that even made sense like it did in my head)

Fear not, I won’t make it like an ever-changing, grammatically incorrect, and sometimes a wee bit too personal, Facebook status.

What’s on your mind?Umm.. gee. Thanks 4 asking. Such a craaaazy day. My house is totally flying and kids are screaming like wow. I am so in love with my husband, but can really use a wife I mean, really, who cares.

There were 164 hits on my Chef D’ivoire on Thursday which is wonderful in some ways and deplorable in many others. There were no rating stars nor comments given on the whole site. Sadly, I succumbed to the desperate level of  “ask a family member to rate something so it doesn’t look pathetic”. I am guilty as charged.

I understand that it can be annoying to comment due to laziness. I even understand that not everyone was blessed in the overflowing with words department such as myself. Nonetheless, it may reflect poorly on my blog that there was nothing at all to say. Read the rest of this entry