This is Kisses.  
She’s my daughter’s toy poodle.  
She doesn’t bark. She doesn’t bite (but she will growl and snap at Breaker, The Man’s Rottweiler when he keeps trying to lick her hooha).  She loves EVERYBODY (until they start getting on her nerves).  She abhors going outside in the rain. She hates bows.  And she follows me everywhere because I am her Alpha, even though my daughter is her owner.  
For years, I have expressed that she is good for pretty much NOTHING.  Until today.
Today, she went and stood in …

It was a rainy Saturday morning, and I was indulging in the relative peace and tranquility in my home (basically, The Girl was not up yet) while perusing some of my favorite blogs.  
I decided to spend a little time reading the archives of a blog I discovered a couple of months ago, as  I had only read the current posts.  
And I fell into deep like.
So much so that I wanted to call up Afrogeek Mom and ask her to become my new BFF (or at the very least, please, …

This is so not fair.  
She never let’s me have any fun. 
Why couldn’t she stay over on myspace doing her teeny bopper thing?  
Why does she have to come over here and get all up in my business?
Kids just don’t understand.  
We parents need a place of our own.   
And I know she’s gonna be checking up on me and my friends.
Shoot- and I won’t be able to talk about her as much.
What’s a mother to do?

It’s my birthday!  And I have been celebrating.  
42 years of me!  
My mom must feel pretty lucky.  
I just crack myself up.
OK, so Happy Monday and I’ll be back at it tomorrow.

The word “diva” in Latin means “feminine divine” or “goddess”.    A woman of superior charms, great beauty, grace, and excellence.  A creator.  
The Italians coined the term “diva” to denote the female lead in an opera.  She is the BEST- a woman at the top of her game.  
And then the term was bastardized because of a few “temperamental” folks.
Diva came to mean: hard to please, bitchy, mean-spirited,erratic behavior, ego-maniacal, and over-indulgent.  Jennifer Lopez.  Oops.  I digress.  
I missed the memo that says you must become hell on wheels …

The guy on the left is climbing- you know the whole onward and upward thing.
 Which is the way I started this week.
 It’s not ending that way.  
No complaints.  It is what it is.  
I’ll keep moving.  
Just a little slower.
And with a little less enthusiasm.  
But moving nonetheless.

The older my mother gets, the more ”in” to gadgets she becomes.  She wants to be able to use all the cool stuff.  Except she needs extensive tutorials.  OK- not a problem.  I have a 13 year old that doesn’t read directions but instinctively knows how to use every feature on every gadget ever known to man.  Which is good for my mother because that means that Diva in Training (DIT from here on out) does all the groundwork for her.  Sort of like her very own Geek Squad.
It’s after the …

 
Call me cynical, but over the years, I’ve learned to distrust all politicians.  For me, voting is often choosing between the lesser of two evils.  I live in a state with some of the most RIDICULOUS politicians on the planet. White and Black.  Republican and Democrat.  They all make me crazy.
Each time I touch that screen, I hope and pray that the person I’ve chosen won’t screw things up worse than the one before him.  Not voting is not an option for me. I would never disgrace the memories of …

Yes, I’m writing, damnit! But you always need to take time out to have a little fun. So, today I’m posting my favorite E*TRADE videos. ‘Cause I frickin’ LOVE those babies.
OK- so this used to be my favorite commercial:

And then this one is from the Superbowl, and it just cracks me up every time:
And I’m just throwing this one in because:

Happy Tuesday!

I watch exercise infomercials.
There, I’ve said it.  
The Firm (especially the one with the rocker thingy)
The Total Gym
The Bean
Bowflex Treadclimber
Slim in Six
Turbo Jam
Tony Horton’s 10 Minute Trainer and P90X (two of my favs)
Malibu Pilates
Winsor Pilates
Ab Rocker
You name it and I’ve seen it. Sunday mornings are the best time to catch these infomercials, in case you were wondering.  
I think they need a public service announcement at the end though:  
“In the time it took you to watch this infomercial, your ass could have been working out.”
Heading to do some …