Here we go again....

Well, well, how history will repeat itself.

I come hoem to day and my husband tells me he has a sernade to sing...


It goes like this:

Your boss called...lalala
She said tricia left a note...llalalala!
It says EMERGENCY...lalalalal!!!!!

Call back immediately...lalalalalalalal laaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Who is tircia, you ask? HOw silly! she is the mother of the twins we we SUPPOSED to adopt 3 weeks ago when they were born...


more details to follow.

So I am a facist socialist, so what!

with all the hoo ha going on in the news these days with politics and dems vs rep, I say, let's end it all and have some good old fashioned socialism!

we could divide up all the goodies and distribute them equally.....well, almost equally.

I say I give some money the nice kids and families who don't beat the hell out of their kids and go on tirades like Alec Baldwin did. The rest of the assholes and lazy entitles youths go to work on making all the farms organic and converting all the gas powered cars to corn oil and electric.

What's so wrong with a little big brother if big brother isn't really such a bad guy after all?

I don't mind a little surveillance in the home...it keeps you on your toes and makes sure you aren't a nasty pedophile or that you are watching too much "big brother 5" instead of tending to more important matters, like reading a freakin' BOOK!

I mean really, did your parents just let you go around the house unsupervised in the house all day long when you were a kid? NO! Why? Because you would have eaten all the Chocolate fudge topping with a spoon as soon as they left! (ahem, JEFF!)

Same principle here. SO you have to apply for hte right ot have children. Sounds good to me...less blind leading the blind as far as I'm concerned. Maybe people whould have to take a nice parenting class, just like when you have to take driver's Ed. Are you with me?

So who wants to join my new revolution and take over the world?

I mean, if W can run the world, I hardly think i could do much worse!

what's new pussycat?

well, time rolls forward and blogging sometimes falls by the wayside.

anyhooo, things here on the homestead continue to be wonderful and magnificent. Mallory is the grubbiest, cutest baby covered in various food purees I have ever seen. Jane had to be reminded to to eat poop, because, well, it is GROSS! Abby has her next belt in TKD and can now read full books form Dr Seuss.

Yes, time rolls on, and we inch closer to our new adoptive kiddles, and I continue giving fun little coffee seminars...last week, I had a FULL HOUSE! Now I had to get out folding chairs, if you can believe it. I will be moving to Mequon for a couple of weeks, for a brief stay, I think, and then I will be getting a transfer to somewhere else...maybe the falls, maybe west bend....who knows!

Jeff has turned 37, and I did not make him a cake. I have a small excuse I am using to make myself feel less guilty...I have a case of the sniffles, and do we REALLY want a whole cake in the house...I may as well staple it right onto my aish, because that is where it would end up anyhow.

and time continues to pass.

the trees have begun to change, and I am reminded of the passing of time, what is to come....Halloween and all it's ghoulish fun, harvesty good time in the cool air. Soon it will be so chilly that the furnace will kick on, the windows will need their plastic stuck on and boots will be everywhere in the house.

To quote and good man who once quoted another great..."ah, this too....this too."

p.s. thanks for the quote, it is really occupying a corner of my noggin lately.

Oh, joy!

i had been lamenting my recent lack of workouts, and how it was the longest I had gone all year without my usual trips to the "Y", so I dragged my sorry aaaiish to the gym today.

Well, I did what I usually do when it is the first day of the week...I wore the same clothes I usually do, and I stepped on the scale to see if my laziness had done me any damage. I guess, I thought it would be the same as the last time i had been there, or maybe even gone up a pound, but I was still pretty confident that things would not be too terrible?

Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles, the digital scale weighed me in as having lost 4.5 GLORIOUS pounds of butt meat!

There is this nice scale that you can enter a code into, and track your first weight, you ideal weight, and it also tracks what your last weigh in was and the date. Well, it did indeed record the last check in date being in August. I stepped on, sort of expecting the same read out as last time...but HOORAY, my aiish is now less booty-ful.


Ah, the joy pf not being able to wear my old favorite jeans....oh, sweet joy of inching ever closer to those size 12 jeans I envision myself in. that makes 25 pounds since feb 12th, when I started using that nice digital brainiac scale, and a whopping 43 pounds since Mallory Min Messerman made her way out of my you-know-where.

goodnight, and don't drink the water in mexico.

one fine piece of aaaaaiiish

After visiting another friend's blog I decided to ceate the uber-hot version of myself...I figure by the time my hair is as long as this, my butt should have fallen off and left the muffin-top alongside the road after a nice jog or bike ride.

Yep, that's right, I am standing in front of all of youse kids with a bra for a shirt....remember that Seinfeld episode where Elaine's nemesis is running around town using a bra for a shirt? Same concept here...so....sheck out uber-miffy in all her gloreous hotness!


Some how, i did a lame job of putting the picture here?

me likey to bikey

My lovely friend and I braved the chilly air this morning to go on the fun bike for Wisconsin event today. I think we were both thinking illy thoughts of self-doubt at first, but they were soon eliminated as the wind blew, and the landscape whizzed past us. It is not the easiest thing, sometimes, when people whiz past you in color-coordinated lycra oufits and they weigh less than their bicycles, while you slowly climb the hill! Anyway, we did it, enjoyed it, and felt right at home with the friendly bikers on the road.

The ride was great, and I found all new trails that were close to my very own home here in Cedarburg...how cool to live in the town that the WHOLE state drives to for it's yearly fundraising ride.

Horns Corners road was especialiy gorgeous, with little gentle rolling hills and trees galore. We had a nice little rest stop at The Covered Bridge park...of course, this too was breathtaking in it's loveliness and splendor

Even better than the ride itself was the nice time spent connecting with a good friend who knows me in ways i find hard to explain. She is a good person with a good heart and great intentions for herself. Like myself, she often struggles with the problems associated with mood disorders. I myself have unfortunately suffered through times of such self-loathing, that it was difficult to continue living for myself, so instead I hung in there for others until I could find the strength to love and accept myself.

As time passes, all the notions of self have begun to dissolve and I am happy and grateful for each day that I no longer feel the intense feelings I once did. It is amazing to realize that a person who had been so routinely programmed to not value themselves CAN actually learn to simply like themselves. To whose who may still be in the deep and murky waters of depression, I say, keep swimming, and keep going, pretend if you have to, daily. Eventually you will find your way back to the sunshine and the simple pleasures of life.

I almost killed a little cow this morning

Yep, you read right, I nearly decapitated a small bovine this morning at about 840 am.

NOW before you get all worked up, let me explain myself....

I went to see a lovely doctor named o'meara this mornign for follow up on my wounded paw. He asked if it had improved at all with the month's worth of physical therapy, and I had to say NO, because it was not improving.

SO he asks me if I am willing to try a cortisone shot....I say yes knowing that these foot shots are quite painful...I had one about 12 years ago when I was working on some trails in Colorado during my year with Americorps.

I am not a fan of needles, like many people....I have been known to SKIP doctor appointments when pregnant if I KNOW there is going to be blood drawn that day.

So, I knew it would hurt A LOT, and I knew there would be at least 3 shots involved, so I decided to lay back so I could not see them work on me...good decision.

the nurse hands me a cute little foam rubber cow and says...

"grab this, you;re gonna need it"

me: "uh, what?"

nurse: "really, you're gonna want to hold onto that little cow, TRUST me!"

me; "um.......ah, is this gonna be really really bad?"

doctor and nurse together: " YES!!!"



what followed was a rather comical routine involving me, 2 physicians, a rubber cow and a series of howls that had the nurse and doctor cracking up.

Apparently, they have never heard someone scream out the phrase " OH MYLANTA!!!!" while giving one of these shots.

Just when I thought they were done, I ask " Is it done, was that the most painful part?"

doctor: "well, maybe...I mean, I hope so? Uh, probably, I guess"

Me: " waaaaaaahhhhh,,,, oooooooh, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

again, the doctor and nurse found my reaction of squeals and laughter to be surprising.

Meanwhile, I am squeezing the living hell out of the cow.

Doctor: "we're all done here...that was fun! would you like another?"

me: "uh, here's your cow...it really helped! I hope I didn't hurt it"

nurse: "that's okay, most people rip the head off or throw it at us after they kick the doctor in the head"

Me; "man that was painful!"
doctor: " yeah we find it is best not to tell people that it is the most painful shot we give....otherwise they change their minds....you were pretty good about it....most people kick me and swear."

me: "uh, thank you?"

let's hope it does the trick!