Martini Cartwheels

Sitting in traffic. Five miles from work and I have to pee like a race horse. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone Location: Weston,United States

During the winter months, some interesting patterns appear on the pool cover. Who is up for a game of "Psychoanalyze The Bloggers" ? I'll start - I see a cat with a fish tail (see pic three). Or a face with a half eaten watermelon on it's head and half a neck (see pic three again). Your turn.

1. Secure yourself good parking by circling the mall chanting "Parking Mojo, Parking Mojo." This will help you to find a spot close to an entrance. Keep your middle finger at the ready just in case. Mall parking knows no holiday spirit. 2. Once inside, head right to one of the large department stores. It's pretty much a given that they will be having sales on everything from kitchen products to sweaters. Then convince yourself that you have found the perfect gift, even if you know it is something the recipient won't really like. They are lucky you are buying them anything. 3. Take your purchases and yourself to the nearest restaurant in the mall. Belly up to the bar, throw your bags on the floor and order a tall one. This is your gift to yourself for venturing out to the mall when you could have just been relaxing on the couch. The taller the beer, the better the shopping experience.

Hey I got a shout out from my buddy Solo who is the creator of one of my favorite blogs in the blogosphere , SoloHomo . Solo has a way of making people feel inspired and excited about life and the world around us. And her heart is as big as her home state of Texas. It's always such an honor to get a mention from one of you. I so appreciate all the wonderful friends I have made since I started this blog. You all hold a very special place in my heart and not a day goes by that I am not thankful for meeting you all. Everyone one of you has made me think, laugh, and/or cry at some point. My life is better because of you all. I want to pass this award onto Chewy at The Back Of My Headboard , another one of my favorites. Chewy was the first person to ever comment on my blog back in June of 2007. Her beautiful and creative art work has really opened up my eyes to the way a picture can make you feel and think. She too has been a great source of inspiration to keep on blogging. I want t

A new first! BWD - blogging while driving. Where do all these come from? Maybe I have time for a quick nap. Agghh - having a hot flash. Only 18 more miles to go! - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone Location: Mass Pike

A continuing series of quotes and conversations with my 84 year old Mother Irene. I rarely used to drink vodka. Lately however, my drink of choice has been Three Olives Grape, Bubble, or Pomegranate flavored vodka. So when my Mother asked me what she could buy me for Christmas (in addition to what she had already bought) I thought a bottle of Three Olives Root Beer would be easy and inexpensive. Maybe not. When I spoke with my sister today, she informed me Irene had told her the following: Irene: "I need to buy two bottles of Grey Goose. One for is for Cathy. She wants turkey flavored vodka." I imagine it is delicious straight up with a splash of cranberry, especially if it is leftover from the night before.

I worked from home today. Working from home is great because you get the chance to do things you wouldn't be able to do at the office, such as throwing in a load of laundry. Or talking to a co-worker while sitting at your desk topless. I was trying a shirt on for size (in the living room no less) when my work phone rang this afternoon. It caught me mid-change. So I grabbed the shirt, held it up to my chest, and sat down at my desk. For some reason, I thought it only appropriate to cover up. We are after all, a business casual environment. While attempting to log in I started making casual conversation, doing my best to avoid discussing the impending snow and nippy temperature outside. It was nippy enough inside the house. Oh yeah, I forgot - the blinds in office were open. Way to work CJ.

A continuing series of conversations with my 84 year old Mother. On the phone, while I was driving home from work, my Mother explained to me what she would do if Tiger were her husband: "I'd say come on honey, let's go to bed. Then I would take a match to his balls and put a cigarette lighter up his rear. That would curb his urge for a while because he would have a burned rear and burned balls." Lovely.

Yes, I too had an affair with Tiger. It was back a few years ago in the 100 Acre Wood, across the road from Piglet's house. Oh wait a minute - that was Tigger, not Tiger. Sorry about that. I should have remembered because while Tiger has Titleist balls with dimples, Tigger's are striped with fur.