History.

It's bound to repeat, isn't it? I mean, you always hear people telling others that history is going to repeat itself...
And this business isn't monumental, it's not like I'm predicting WWIII is going to begin this Thursday at 2:23pm, it's something on much smaller, personal scale, but I'm still wondering... Is it going to happen?
And what will I do when/if it does?

I guess I'll just have to wait and see, but we all know that none of us are very patient when it comes to things like this.

Help with a Memory

This is mostly for Sister #1, because #3 and #4 are too young to remember. Can you please tell me how the "Beer Man" got his nickname? I remember that his name was Randy and his appearance was vaguely reminiscent of Clint Eastwood, especially in the winter when he wore a hat. Did he make his own beer? Or was it because he stored a lot of beer in the garage? I don't know why I was thinking about him, but I was and now it's bugging me.

Crushing Disappointment

I use the word "fantabulous" all the time. Seriously. I use it several times each day when I describe something that is both fantastic and fabulous. I thought I made it up. But I didn't *sad face*. I was just typing some stuff for work, and when spell check didn't catch it as an error, I looked it up on our online dictionary, and it's a real word. It means "extremely good." I guess I'm not that creative after all. Boo-hoo!

He's The Best

My ever ready hero.

St. Anthony,

I love you. You saved me--again. I really needed to find that 10 month old list, because I'm just crazy when it comes to things like that. I'll keep my promise, too.

Love,
Margaret

The Truth About Men and Boys

Research proves it. Boys would prefer to date a girl whose parents dote on her (aka spoil her rotten)--i.e. buy her a car and not expect her to work for it, pay all her expenses, etc.--because she is seen as being "easy". He also likes the idea that he will be perhaps be seen as part of her world and will enjoy the perks that come with being associated with a "princess". A real man, though, prefers a woman who is willing to work and take initiative in her life, because he doesn't have to worry about living up to some standard that was set in place by her parents. Score one for us hard-working sisters!

Look At The Pretty Pony

That's right--follow the pretty pony to the castle!

Did I distract you? from your troubles?

I guess not.

Hurry up and bake a mungo gingerbread cookie so you can get to the castle. It'll be fun.

mungo (adj.): huge

Life According to Me

Getting Even...


People who do stupid things should be pelted with stones by smart people.

People who say mean things or who start vicious rumors and lies for the sole purpose of discrediting and humiliating others in order to make themselves feel good, should have to live a week in the life of the person who has been on the receiving end of the mean person’s lies and rumors. Or in the shoes of a child who comes to school dirty, smelly, hungry, and emotionally black and blue from the verbal beating he or she received the previous night from his or her caregiver.

People who act phony but still try to pretend that they’re superior to others should have spells cast on them so they fall down in crowded areas, on disgustingly dirty floors, end up splitting their pants, and feel totally humiliated when everyone can then see the ugly underwear they had to wear that day because they were behind on doing laundry.

People who say “I don’t know” or “I don’t remember” in response to a serious question, when they do know or do remember, and are just too immature to be truthful, should have to suffer the consequences of eating ex-lax brownies, and when they are in search of a bathroom in a public place, be faced with the person they weren’t honest with and have to hear them in all sincerity say, “Sorry, I don’t know where the nearest bathroom is.”

That’s all for now!

I'm Not Afraid Of Karma

That's Why I'm Gonna Post This

  I read this a couple months ago on my friend’s blog, and I found the memory of these words coming back to me again today:

"Terror mastermind Osama bin Laden has a weakness for former pop diva Whitney Houston. So much so, he wanted to kill her husband and marry her. This is something a lot of us dream about. Not with Whitney Houston per se, but with other people, and not necessarily killing their husbands or boyfriends, but more like humiliating them in a battle of wits after which the object of desire will surely leave them. Anyway, there you have it. More breaking news from OH,SNAP."
You can catch the original post here and you can visit the rest of OH, SNAP for your daily news on randomness that has nothing to do with anything. (Seriously, check it out).


  Anyway, my point is that it is not unnatural to want to push a certain friend’s girlfriend off a cliff. (We all know when we don’t need to name names on this blog). It’s not even about the fact that they’re dating, you know? It’s about the fact that she’s just so dumb. If she could hold a coherent conversation on a topic other than bubble gum and the color pink, I might not want to push her off a cliff. Sadly…not the case though. (Ooh, and watch me come full circle here: did I mention she's a "blonde"? One of those blondes? From a bottle, sure, but doesn't that just make it worse)?

  Anyway, I have no problem with many of my guy friends’ girlfriends, fiancées, wives, et cetera. In fact, I would daresay I am even friends with some of them. Thankfully, they don’t annoy me!

  And yes, I know, I know…this entry has served no other purpose than to justify my own mean feelings to myself, but I don’t care. It’s been on my mind, and now it’s off my chest. I’m just going to keep crossing my fingers that we don’t have to cross each other’s paths anytime soon. (And when I say soon, I mean ever again in this lifetime).

Query from the Brunette-ish Sister

Sisters, is there something special about being blonde? Do men (and boys) really find blondes to be more attractive, more fun, as having more sex appeal? And, especially in the case of—ah—immature young men, does the length and flow of the blonde tresses have anything to do with it? Is there some sort of magical power linked to being blonde? I mean, I added some golden highlights to my brown hair, but things are still pretty much the same for me.

I was thinking about all this last night on the 4+ hour drive home from Appleton, Wisconsin, where we had attended the Baptism and party for out little 8-month-old niece. (And yes, she’s cute and blonde.)

My husband swears he’s not attracted to a certain “type” of woman, but he had made a comment about a guest at the party who he found to be less attractive than he had in the past. The only real difference I saw is that her normally blonde hair had more of a brownish tint to it. I didn’t say anything, but I was thinking about it. A lot.

The IBNA SBW (You-Know-Who) was a blonde. The girlfriend before me was a blonde. The girlfriend before that had some serious blonde highlights. Are we seeing a pattern here? Hmmmm. I wonder.

Or does it have something to do with vixen-type blondes with streaks of whoriness? Is it just the bawdy tart blondes who have more fun and seem more attractive because they demand so much attention? Or are they living down to the stereotype and standard that society has placed upon them?

You, my sisters, are blonde—varying shades of blonde, but still blonde, with those pretty, pale green/grey or darkish hazel eyes. (Who are my biological parents? Why am I brunette with brown eyes?) So, as blondes, what do you think?

Trash Talk

I know you're garbage pickers.

Confess.

Whether it's the baby's pacifier from the kitchen trash, or the payment slip that ended up in the wastepaper basket, there's at least one time in your life that you've had to fish something out of the garbage. And the great telephone table sitting in the alley doesn't count--that's treasure finding. What have you had to haul your sleeves up to save?

I hope you didn't have to go past take-out cartons to find it.




bunkum (n.): foolish talk; NONSENSE

A Scenario and a Question.

A few months ago I was faced with a decision, of which, I was not sure of what my decision would be.
I talked this situation over with my gnome friend, as I do many things, and he gave me this advice:

"Never pass up one possibility for the possibility of another."

I took these words to heart, and grabbed my possibility....


And now here I am left hanging with a single question that stems from that very advice:

If you have your possibility, therefore making it a [dare I say] reality, are you still just as liable to give that up for another possibility?

And if you are, are you right in giving it up?

Clarification on My Last Post

So, if a posting is put up to "You Know Who", apparently, half of the world thinks it's directed toward them.

Two e-mails and a phone call later, I've decided I need to clarify something about my last post. It really wasn't directed to anyone in particular. I was in a stinking, rotten mood. It was a crappy week at work, I'm sick, my daughter is sick, I'm having company and I feel like being pissy. The "You Know Who" is anyone who has ever lied, intentionally fibbed, or otherwise been dishonest with me or any of my sisters.

Part of it is that I was having a man-hating moment. That happens once in a while, right? My point is that when it comes to being honest--and I know I'm probably making an unfair sweeping generalization here--men turn into boys.

Did anyone watch Grey's Anatomy last week? George's girlfriend totally told him off--something to the effect of, if he had even been acting like a toddler and used his words, his message would have been clear, and the girlfriend wouldn't have ended up looking like such a moron. Childish behavior doesn't work in the long run. It just doesn't. That's why we Sisters favor the direct approach.

Communication is key. It has to be.

However, that does not take away from the fact that it's still not a good idea to incur the wrath of The Sisterhood. Everything I said about that is true and directed to every "You Know Who" in our lives.

Private Message for You Know Who--I Hope You're Reading This

Let's get one thing clear. It is good, appropriate, and indeed, WISE to fear the wrath of the Sisterhood. When you incur the wrath of one, you incur the wrath of all. That goes for all whores, sluts, and heartbreakers--women and men alike. And boys.

It is never smart to infuriate a Sister. We are genetically encoded to bring down anyone who dares to cross us. We get that from our father. It's all about The Force. (And believe me, daddy knows a few things about The Force. Heaven knows he needed it raising us four hellions.) We can plot revenge like nobody else...and take years to do it to ensure that it's perfect. The Sisters are a gentle, loving, peaceful group. But we do not--I mean we DO NOT take crap from anyone. That includes you.

Use caution when contemplating if you should be dishonest with us. The thing about a lie--any lie, big or small--is that it automatically takes precedence over anything good you ever said or did. And honey, dishonesty is a lie. Dishonesty means you're a coward. Why? Because when you're dishonest (lying), all you're doing is putting the person you're lying to in a position of doing your dirty work for you. You want the other person to verbalize the truth that you're too scared to share. When you use those crappy phrases like, "I don't know" or "I don't remember", it's just like screaming, "I'M A BIG BABY AND DON'T HAVE THE NERVE TO ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY STUPID ACTIONS!"

You may not know it, but Karma will come around for you. Maybe days, maybe years from now, Karma will spin around and ensure that the same awfulness you spread once will be re-visited upon you tenfold. And that's not a Crazy Sister Curse. That is a point of fact and one you should take to heart.

There really isn't any need to be afraid. The Sisters are capable of great forgiveness. We can forgive and be kind and never mention the issue ever again, smile sweetly when we see you, and be genuine in asking how you have been. But we do not forget. Ever.

And neither does "Frank".

Caliginous Truth

There's no such thing.

Don't ever fool yourself into believing that truth is caliginous. It's not. Strip it down, and you'll see the exact opposite: shimmering light. There's no room for darkness.

caliginous (adj.): misty; dark

Further Proof of Craziness

If there was ever any doubt about me being crazy, let me assure you--I am.

I ate brussels sprouts last night. It seems that there should be an "h" in front of "ate" but there's not. I ate brussels sprouts. Even worse, they weren't half bad. In fact--gulp--I actually liked them.

I am crazy.

Their Eyes Were Watching God

I was eating cake.

In Zora Neale Hurston's 1937 novel (see post title), she wrote:

It happened over one of those dinners that chasten all women sometimes. They plan and they fix and they do, and then some kitchen-dwelling fiend slips a scorchy, soggy, tasteless mess into their pots and pans.

I had one of those the other night. I've read Hurston's novel several times and I thought of it right away as I was mentally cursing the ruined dinner. You wonder how something can be scorchy, yet soggy, and how on Earth it could be tasteless (because, for heaven's sake! there was enough smoke to add at least a little flavor), until it happens to you. Thankfully I didn't suffer the same consequences as the main character did for her ruined dinner. The cake I had baked earlier came out just fine. While the rest of the family probably wondered if they would be ill from the disaster of a meal that came out of the kitchen, I was eating cake. There is nothing like cake to make one feel better (and get enough energy to shove that kitchen-dwelling fiend back into the linen closet where it can mess up the towels and sheets undisturbed, and leave the kitchen alone).