Category Archives: I’ll drink to that!

Gun Safety and Self Defense Training was Absolutely Awesome


Hows my form...maybe something I could work on 😉


My grip looks good though


I got a great score


Because I had a great instructor...whos a bit of a hottie! 😉


Mothers of childhood sexual abuse victims


Its seems shocking and a bit odd that I haven’t found any wordpress blogs written by or supporting the Mothers of childhood sexual abuse victims. Their are countless blogs on wordpress written by the victims themselves. Often written by a adult survivor of such abuse. Obviously the ability to blog about such a life altering experience offers a much needed outlet as well as some amount of emotional support and hopefully healing from such a large community. I, as the mother of a child who suffered sexual abuse, long to speak with, connect with and get feedback from woman (and men) who are living through the same hell I am.
If their is anyone out there who is the mother/father/caregiver who is suffering along side their child while fighting to protect them please leave me a comment.
I feel like there is a lack of moral and emotional support for the parent/s of such victims on wordpress.
Or if anyone knows of any wordpress blogs specifically devoted to parental support of victims of childhood sexual abuse please let me know.
I just wanna find others like me who can relate to this kind of trauma.

Lessons of Failed Relationships


Plinky prompt:
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Every failed relationship you have ever had is your fault.

I’m not saying that you were the reason your ex cheated, absolutely refused to work, or was abusive… but you chose that person to be your partner – potentially unaware of the ‘type’ of person he or she was, and remained in that relationship up to a certain point… that point was when you learned your lesson.

… think about your last relationship, and why it ended…. There was something there that you just would not accept… and because of that, your relationship came to an end. Something else happened, though… you became smarter.

Saturday Night Lights


Saturday Night Lights always seem to be blue and flashing. This picture was taken out the window of my bar after Doucebag-dinner-disaster the other night. I went to the bar to blog and ended up wondering why, for some people, a night out for a few drinks and fun ends up in a bar fight and blue lights. Sucks for them, kinda entertaining for me.

Oh well. Just another Saturday night at a bar.

Update on: Take Me Out…



So, I was taken out to dinner tonight. My awesome parents took me and my youngest child out to dinner. My middle child is staying the night with her bff and my oldest couldn’t be bothered to leave the house for food, he was happier placing his order as a “to go” to be brought back to him so he could complete the 111th hour of straight gaming. Lol. It was nice to go out and enjoy dinner with my parents and daughter.
The picture is one of a moth or butterfly on the outside window of the diner. We saw it when we went outside to smoke. My mom noticed it and had me take an up close picture of it. Then she got the idea for the silence of the lambs esque pic. It wasn’t easy to take the picture because i had to do a partial squat to center it over my mouth in the reflection and the move the camera out of my face so it wouldn’t be in the way.
Long story short, a couple ladies squating, smokin cigarettes, laughing and taking pictures into a restaurant window must look awfully weird to the patrons inside.
Today was a good day.




For twelve plus years, Thursdays in my home have been handled in a very specific way. Thursdays have been what our family called ” TRASH DAY for the family and/or TRASH NIGHT for the adults”. Not because the city collected the trash in my neighborhood on Thursdays, it didn’t, trash collection in my neighborhood has always occurred on Friday mornings…very, very, very early. So every week on Thursday night in my home the radio was on and turned up enough to dance if we wanted and sing if we dared while we collected all the trash from the bathroom and bedroom pails. This alone was no huge task, typically done to completion in a matter of minutes. The objective was to not only remove the trash from the bathroom and bedroom trash pails but more like miniature weekly sping cleanout sessions.

Trash night was a night that we cleaned the fridge of the leftovers no longer an edible option. Dumping expired milk, tossing eggs overdue, disposing any dish that had not been consumed in a timely fashion during the past week. And yes, any and all expired food that couldn’t be dumped down the drain or disposed by the sink disposal indeed remained safely in the fridge until trash night, so to not attract any bugs to an outside trash can. This would be like a neon light blinking a welcome message and smells of stale pizza and the like would be the latest greatest bug buffet in town.

Really, it was a solid and well thought out and multipurposed plan of pest control, odor obliterator, full property protection. God knows I can’t stand bugs and flies, wow, flies are a bothersome bug only trumped by the mosquitoe, spider and roach. (Yes, for me, in that exact order). These are in fact the most suicidal and ballsiest of all insects, who will take full advantage of a door left cracked open by kids who have no less than thirtyish trips in and out a front door on any given summer evening to make their rounds around the culdesac via bike or scooter, and preteen and teens who’s rounds where not on a bike but on a go-kart. should something slip through the cracks of trash night and make its way early to the can could be a pain in the ass. It means a fly, interestingly not weighed down by his brass balls, would be Mr Martyr. Always a dive bomber born to bother (Really, flies have some kinda nerve the way they make a point to fly directly at you, eye level, just to veer off before they hit you in the face).

More often than not the tv was turned off so it was also like a Sunday for spongebob who only got one night (Thursday) off a week, tirelessly working round the clock everyother night of the week for my children. Specifically my youngest who oddly had full control of the tv and the remote for several years, flying just below the radar of all the other family members. For a time, me and my husband would take time out to watch The Office on the bedroom tv while we folded laundry that was fresh out the dryer on our bed. The laundry during that time always seemed so warm and smelled so crisp and clean. Laundry hasn’t ever felt or smelled so wonderful as it did back then. Eventually we discovered this wonderous invention called DVR. (Side note: DVR is a whole story of happiness in and of itself. One to be shared on another day.)

To be cont…

Screaming Infidelities

The death blow of breakup songs. Its like a lyrical ninja that you never seen sneaking up behind you and then…shablammmo! Pain, tears, hurt, longing all welling up into a perfect apple size knot that has settled in your throat.

Ps, and who on gods green earth doesn’t listen to, and revel in our own misery after a breakup. In my opinion, this happens to be one of the best breakup songs out there to illuminate our own personal depth and despair. So, this ones for anyone out there who’s living through the hell of heartbreak. Crank up your speakers and sing it as loud and as ugly as humanly possible. Don’t worry, I will be doing the same on my end.

Screaming Infidelities

I’m missing your bed, I never sleep,
Avoiding the spots where we’d have to speak,
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.

I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets
But you’re not alone, and you’re not discreet.
Make sure I know who’s taking you home.

I’m reading your note over again,
There’s not a word that I comprehend,
Except when you signed it “I will love you always and forever.”

As for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you’re making out
But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone Making out.

I’m missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you’re as happy as you’re pretending.

I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets
I am alone In my defeat
I wish I knew you were safely at home.

I’m missing your bed, I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we’d have speak,
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.

Well, as for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you’re making out.

But as for me,
I wish that I was anywhere with anyone
Making out.

[X4] Your hair, it’s everywhere. Screaming infidelities And taking its wear.

Beer Bottle Caps Wanted

I am increasing aware of how difficult it’s gonna be to save the amount of beer bottle caps it will take to make the pixel picture art I want to make.

This is an official SOS (send out supplies) call for help. If anyone, anywhere happens to have a stash, be it small or super size, that they’d be willing to part with, your donatation would be put to good use. Not to mention that I would also be forever grateful of your generosity. SO PLEASE, ANYONE AND EVERYONE…SEND ME YOUR BEER BOTTLE CAPS!

Just comment that you’re interested and I’ll tell ya where to send them : )

Oh, and wish me luck. When I finish the piece I will post pictures and the names of any contributors that helped make it happen. (Any contributions/contributors that wish to remain anonymous will be noted only as anonymous.)




A must post because it touches my heart…

Unfortunately to protect the privacy of the author, I have to post an encrypted version.


I’ve never read something so beautifully calming. I love your observations. xoxo

List of HTML Codes


List of HTML Codes

List of HTML Codes
Tag Name
<!– comment
<a- anchor
<b> bold
<big> big (text)
<body> body of HTML document
<br> line break
<center> center
<dd> definition description
<dl> definition list
<dt> definition term
<em> emphasis
  embed object
<font> font
<form> form
<h1>, <h2>,<h3>, <h4>, <h5>, <h6> heading
<head> heading of HTML document
<hr> horizontal rule
<html> hypertext markup language
<i> italic
<img> image
<input> input field
<li> list item
<link> link
<marquee> scrolling text
<menu> menu
<meta> meta
<ol> ordered list
<option> option
<p> paragraph
<small> small
<strike> deleted text
<strong> strong emphasis
<table> table
<td> table data
<th> table header
<title> document title
<tr> table row
<tt> teletype
<u> unordered list
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I Am – The Human Condition

I found this article interesting enough to shamelessly copy and paste it word for word. I will of course highlight some of my favorite quotes from Mr. Benzel’s article and will be searching for the documentary I AM by Mr. Shadyac. It looks like it’s worth watching. 

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The Theme Beneath the Themes

Quin Benzel
For The Vancouver Voice

In Tom Shadyac’s new documentary, I AM, he begins every interview by asking eminent scholars like Noam Chomsky, Howard Zinn and Desmond Tutu if they have ever seen Ave Ventura: Pet Detective. They haven’t. “These are people who helped change me,” Shadyac said during a recent Portland visit. If you didn’t know the person but only his movies, it’d be easy to call bullshit. No way the man who made Evan Almighty could make something with actual meaning and intent. Could he? Has he all along?

Turns out Shadyac has more on his mind than an animal sleuth with social issues. “I’d been questioning things in my life for years,” Shadyac says. “As success came my way I started to notice a hypocrisy in my life.” At the film’s end, he gives his wealth to worthy causes, buys a bike and moves into a mobile home in Malibu. Now a teacher of screenwriting at Pepperdine University in California, Shadyac lives a much more deliberate life. But I Am is a tricky movie to describe, and most attempts to do so do not give it justice. It really is as simple as this: It’s about feeling and compassion and how we’re biologically engineered to cooperate and not compete with each other.

But it could also be a sense of closure for Shadyac, who made the movie after a bike accident brought life violently into perspective. “ I thought I was literally going to die. I had post concussion syndrome, and it’s quite torturous. I thought, ‘if I am going to die, is there anything I want to explore or say before I go,’ and that’s how I Am was born.”

However, just wanting to say something is easier than actually saying it. The movie could have easily turned into another hour-and-a-half exploration of why the world is so corrupt, but I Am has magnanimity on its mind. “I love documentaries, but I think for myself I’d moved beyond documentaries pointing out the problem. I wanted to know what we do. This film is very different because it’s very hopeful,” Shadyac says.

And through all the egalitarian themes and good vibrations the movie emits, Shadyac never once forgets who he is. “I’m the guy who directed Ace Ventura, and my sensibilities are in this film, so I think it makes it very accessible. There’s a humor and pace to it.” I Am doesn’t resort to such crude humor as having someone grab their ass cheeks and mimic talking through their butt, but it does display a sly comic tone—all while attempting to relate how we are meaningfully connected to the world around us.

It’s poetry blended with scientific fact. At one point we’re told that the chemical element argon is inert, and that when we breathe it, we’re taking a breath that could have once been inside the lungs of Joan of Arc. This may not be as important to understand as helping your fellow-man, but collectively it works as a means to help come to terms with the most essential parts of life. “Very few people will say ‘it’s [what’s most important in life] because my IRA matured.’ They all tell a very similar story. ‘I was apart of something creative, loving, a family, I grew,’”says Shadyac.

But the man credited for cramming more fart jokes into a dinner scene (The Nutty Professor) than anyone before him is by no means a distant memory. “I look back on all those movies with an incredible fondness. Making someone laugh is a way we connect with each other, and I would do it again,” Shadyac says. “The difference is I would do it differently. I would be much more efficient with the resources. I would do it with a simplified crew, and I wouldn’t be amassing all the wealth myself.”

And even upon a close look, I Am shares uniquely similar traits of the human condition that films like Liar Liar, The Nutty Professor or Patch Adams also did. I Am is the theme below those themes. It’s why we may lie to each other; it’s why we may put another person down. [It] looks at the root cause of the society we’ve built.” And even of his past projects, he says, “I think if somebody’s suffering in the hospital and they see Ave Ventura and it removes them from their pain, that’s a pretty important movie.”

Shadyac tells us that “nothing in nature takes more than it needs.”As humans, we’re the only species really capable of greed or unprovoked, malicious intent.But we’re also very susceptible to change. We can empathize, reason and understand. Shadyac says, “I Am presents a point of view; I’m welcome to other points of view. I just want to start the conversation.”

I Am is now playing at the Fox Tower in Portland

Wtf is this…

Just after I published my previous post on it simultaniously being National Employees Appreciation Day and Panic Day I got a surprise video pop-up.

Under the video it said: What do you think of this and also said once I see a video pop-up I would never see it again.

Ummmmm, the panic is setting in, seriously, WTF!

The UN-Grammafication of America continues

 The UN-Grammafication of America continues and continues to piss off Grandmas everywhere…Psychologically, it is an evolutionary imperative that language will evolve, much like its speakers. The problem is, this phonetic evolution usually leaves the previous generation feeling a bit communicatively chafed. Theres a whole group of Syntax Scorned Seniors shaking a rigid finger at an out of control youth.

I am a rabid word blender on a mission to make my modifications mainstream. I advise everyone to get on board and become their own Grammar Guru.

One of my favorite sites:

Some other links on the subject:





I’m Posting every day in 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a day / once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.