Well, apparently some folks are debating weather or not it is reasonable to tax cosmetic surgeries that are intended to enhance beauty.  They’re nicnaming this the boob tax I think this is a fabulous idea, but I was gifted with boobs I love.  There is one catch, though……  if a person can convince their doctor that the enhancement is for therapeutic reasons, the tax will be waived.  Basically this means that it will be at the doctors’ discretion who gets taxed and who doesn’t.  I wonder how many girls will end up with “therapeutic” GG boobs tax free so they can have a porn career.

Like I said, FABULOUS IDEA, but in practice NOTHING will work until EVERYONE grows some fucking ethics.

Speaking of boobs, I probably owe you a photo… I’ll get to that one later, folks.  Busy, busy morning

Alright, back to the antisocial geek I really am… and even something coffee related.  This morning I read an article on a coffee-powered car.  It’s a quick read if you wanna look at it, but basically, they take an old car (because it’s carbureted and doesn’t have all the fancy computerized sensors today’s masterpieces of engineering have), and use gassification, (a process now being researched to see if we can clean up our use of coal, by the way) to create a flammable gas which powers the car.
Voila!  Used up coffee grounds get you going on your day in more than one way!!!

Hey corn!  Here comes Juan Valdez. Be afraid! (maybe not really)

Now, I think I’m gonna go watch Mad Max and finish my coffee.
xoxo,
VeraJo

Good morning everyone!

The seasons are rolling through the Midwest, bringing cooler temperatures and cold, steady rain to replace the oppressive heat and violent storms of the summer.  I’ll be bringing my garden indoors today.  My forecast says it will get down to below 40°F tonight.  That’s too chilly for my tropicals, and nearing hibernation temps for my more robust traps and pitchers.
This is not the weather that generally makes me crave dark, dirty, blusey music, but this morning I happened to throw on a bra that always makes me think of a musician friend of mine.  Probably the dirtiest musician I know, as a matter of fact. 

Okay, so that’s the bra. (Yes, Bill, I have a bra named after you.  Isn’t that sweet?)

Here’s the friend. Seriously, not work or kid friendly.  Actually, on the scale of vanilla to chocolate…  this is like…  drunken chocolate cherry cordials sprinkled over dark chocolate brownie fudge chunk ice cream and slathered in praline, topped with cherries and whipped topping and served with a bottle of rum and a pack of camel non-filters, okay???

Don’t go here or listen to this unless you can handle it.  I don’t wanna hear any bitchin’ if you go there and get your earballs offended, okay?

If you like being titillated, enjoy.

Offend my earballs

if you liked that, friend him on FB:

Worship the Lightnin’

I’ll be back soon with something less pimptastic and something more brain-flavored…. MAYBE.

till then….

xoxo,

VeraJo

Well, I wrote a really nice blog about sisters and sisterhood, but my phone ate it while I was attempting to put a photo in. Guess you just get photos today. I know, there there. It will be okay.

Okay, so I’ve been negligent and I’ve been absent and I’ve been without the ability to take photos…  that last part has been remedied, and I’ll see what I can do about the prior two issues.

Today shall be a day of ironing out wrinkles including but not exclusive to the following:
1)  Make it possible for you awesome folks to subscribe to the blog.  For some reason my buttons aren’t showing up.  I’ve called the cavalry (that’s you Tom) in for back up since he speaks “computer geek” way better than I could dream of.
2) Start a B & C twitter account so that you’ll have another option for keeping up and maybe some extra tit-bits along the way. (B*tch thingks she punny!)

Thanks guys for hanging in there while I very slowly put down the stone tablet, step out of the cave an walk upright.

Now, without further ado, I will attempt (as promised) to make up for the horrible imbalance of word-posts to photo-posts by shutting up and giving you a photo

Yesterday, I got to spend some time with a friend. She is one of the few people who, while I haven’t spent copious amounts of time with her, the time we have spent is quality enough to say I think I know her well enough to call her “friend”… quite a feat coming from a person who uses the word “acquaintence” more often than not.
She is making a lot of changes in her life and setting for herself new goals and working hard to achieve them. (hooray! You go girl!)

So, now that she is taking strong, purposeful, dedicated strides towards what she has decided she wants out of life in the next year, it seems the folks who used to lift her up are now dragging her down.

I’m seeing that all around me these days. People outgrowing each other sometimes leads to a refreshing separation or new direction and others leads to painful stagnation in a prison that is no longer the right fit for any parties involved.

So, what am I getting at?

Don’t be a dream squasher, especially if your job is a lifter-upper (if they introduce you as “my friend so-and-so”, that’s you, buddy). Nobody likes being caught in a safety net, and sometimes, even the people you are closest to have deep subconscious programming they’re already fighting every day just to get out of bed.

As I put it yesterday, you carry with you for your whole life the baggage your parents started packing for you before you were ever born. If you’re lucky, you might get it pared down to socks and underwear, but you still carry it.

So, be a chum, help your friends pare down to the bare necessities of mental and emotional baggage or (at least don’t stop them) instead of continuing to shove umbrellas and bowling balls into their luggage. Be a lifter-upper instead of a pinner-downer.

If you have to criticize, try to be positive. “Hey, I think this thing could be an obstacle, have you thought about how you’re going to get past that because I’ve been thinking and I have some ideas?” or “Hey, we’ve talked a lot about this aspect of your goal/plan, but I have some questions about things we haven’t talked about much and I’m excited to hear how you’re going to tackle them!”

Alright, speaking of dream squishers…. I _still_ don’t have a camera on my computer, so you’re just gonna have to stay tuned. I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow…. and I’d love to hear suggestions on how I could do that. It happens to be one of the glitches I haven’t quite worked out yet!

Out of bed at 8am today (I slept in for about 20 minutes), and it’s not quite 8:25.

I woke up with the second-day stiffness you get when you go to the gym after two months of being a lazy-grazer and hit your workout double hard to the sound of our bathroom being remodeled and my 90lb lapdog fussing around on the bed pretending he couldn’t get comfortable when we both know he just wanted me to get out of bed.  I have already been inundated with various and sundry PITAs including some confusion in my work in-box, being jumped on because the dog believes I am only person in the house that can open a door before 10:30am, being tripped and screamed on at on my way to the scarey basement bathroom by a cat demanding I mix wet food with her “dry cereal”, spilling my coffee, having a teenager yell at me because he didn’t know he needed to shower on a regular basis (yeah… that got shut the f*ck down in a hurry), and looking up to see my cat watching me to make sure I was looking at her before she stuck her head in my glass of water for a drink (mind you, she has her own FOUNTAIN). She has quite the personality, and for a week she has been well behaved and very cuddley… apparently that all ends TODAY.  Not only is she going to be naughty, but she needs us to KNOW that she KNOWS she is being naughty. She’s 18, what can I do?

Is it a bad sign when you reach for your nice big glass of iced-coffee, take a big swig and upon putting it down think to yourself….  is it too early to put vodka in there?

*pours another cup sans vodka*

Reading over what I just wrote, I can see how a person (namely this gal *points thumbs at self*) might look around at the load of dishes to be washed and put away, the baskets of laundry and the EVERYTHING SHE OWNS covered in the fine, powdery, white dust sprinkled lovingly through the entire house by the remodeling fairy† and be convinced it’s gonna be a crappy day.

Also, when I read what I wrote above, I see a few rays of sunshine: (listed in order of mention, not in order of importance)

1), I’ve taken the first steps to getting back on my gym schedule, where I can again battle the war against my genes for arms that to not wave more vigorously than my hands do when I greet my neighbors.

(oh, my cat’s stopped using her head to drink my water, now she’s sticking her paw in the glass and licking it…. guess that’s gonna water plants when she’s done!)

2) My dog does not try to wake me up the same way the cat does.  She walks on me and paws at my hair and face.  He has not mastered how to do either of those things as gently as an 8lb cat.

3) My bathroom is getting remodeled!

4) I have a work in-box!

5) My dog thinks I am smarter than all the other humans we live with! (or at least better at using my thumbs early in the morning)

6) My cat is eating again, and drinking,  and we can afford wet food to make her medicine food appetizing.  She is 18 and in amazing health aside from her degenerating kidneys, which cause her to lose her appetite for both food and water occasionally.

7) I did not spill ALL the coffee, just a little bit… Still plenty left to enjoy!

At least the teenager didn’t come out of his room and yell at me for not having beer in the fridge?  I know, I think I’ll be grasping at straws on the teenager-silver-lining until he’s 30.

So there it is, folks.  Create your day.  Find your rays of sunshine reflecting off those silver linings and hold on to them with all you might.

Oh, nice.  My camera is not working.  How can I have “Boobs and Coffee” without BOOBS OR COFFEE?

Guess I’ll have to find a workaround, because… SILVER LINING….  I’ve got options!

†The guy remodeling the bathroom is actually about as far from what you might imagine a fairy to look like as possible, regardless of if you are using the term to mean a mythical creature or a person of non-straight sexual preference or expression.  Then again… if we’re talking mythical creatures, they DO have the ability to take on any appearance they want!