Topic of the Day

Cute Boys

Ok, life is cruel. It's true. I can't figure it out, and suppose I don't really want to as it wouldn't be nearly as exciting. However, that said, I have to address one major cruelty. Granted, I am a married woman, who is trying to fall in love with her husband more, but I am still human.

I'm gonna go back, way back...to my youth. Now, I was born in the seventies but didn't really live until the late eighties and early nineties. My teen years were spent all over the country, but that's irrelevent, I get off track.

One thing I remember most about being a teenage girl is having crushes on the boys. During many of my various stages I had crushes on River Phoenix, Kirk Cameron (shhh....my secret shame), and even Corey Haim (ok, now I have to change my name and move to Canada!!). And, of course, I was deeply and truly in love with each and every one.

In spite of my true love emotions I was never to profess my love to these beautiful men. Why? Was it because I didn't know them? No. Was it because they lived thousands of miles away? No. Was it because they wouldn't give me the time of day? No. No. And no. The reason I never had the chance with any of my loves is because I was a child for crying out loud!! I was cursed being born too late for them. It was horrifying. They were twenty and I was thirteen. Why me?? I couldn't wait for the day I would be old enough to spend my life with one of them.

Well, guess what? That day came and went. And guess what else? I still didn't marry Corey Haim or John Cusack (who I still love by the way:-). I became old enough for them and yet nothing happened. Even worse, I never ever realized I was old enough for them. Had I, I would have realized that I didn't know them, they lived thousands of miles away and they wouldn't have given me the time of day anyway.

Curses on you, father time!!!

So, time has gone past and though I still appreciate attractiveness, I am no longer pining for those boys. I actually like men now. Anywho.... I'm much older now and smarter and realistic. I realize that those dreams were just dreams and that's good because the real thing rarely matches up the dream.

Ok, so I'm caught up to the present and here's what kills me. I have young daughters and have noticed that some of the young celebrity guys my teenagers age are really adorable. Drake Bell is a doll. Harry Potter has gotten downright cute. Hayden Christenson is very fine. Now, my daughter is devastated she's too young , and I realize that I'm devastated because I am no longer too young. Suddenly, I'm too old. I went from too young to too old and completely passed the 'just right' phase. Where was it? How long did it last? And why the hell did I miss it?

It's a cruel joke. A sad, sorry reality. Now, the new 'babes' ( as we used to say) are the same age as my child. It's horrifying. So, I have to thank goodness for the likes of Brad Pitt, George Clooney, and the new James Bond (what's his name, Daniel something I think?), because, thanks to them, us not young women have someone to fantasize about without feeling as if we belong in pervert jail.

But still, Drake Bell is very cute!

Young Enough,
Sissy

Thanks Chikku

I loved your book shelf and I stole it! Thanks.

Topic of the Day

Rock of Love with Bret Michaels

Okay, this show kills me!! I swear! I watch it and I want to die. Why I continue to watch it I don't know, other than I must be a glutton. I can't take it.

In case you haven't watched it before it's a VH1 reality TV program that showcases a bevy of beautiful young women vying for the attention of rock n roll heartthrob, lead singer of Poison, Bret Michaels. I, too, had a phase of devotion to this man when I was much younger. And, frankly, the boy is definitely still hot. That's not the disturbing part. Nor is it disturbing that women still want him, though some are so young you have to question their motives.

The disturbing part is the behavior. Not only of the girls, but of him. They're young, hot with a ton of potential. He's older, hot and still has a ton of potential himself. Sounds perfect, right? Wrong. It really just kind of disgusts you.

The disgusting part isn't the fact that Bret Michaels is using a reality TV show to jump start his love life. I'm sure finding an honest, faithful woman has been a challenge for him and I appreciate broadening one's horizons. And it isn't so disgusting that these girls are using television to meet, possibly date, and maybe fall in love with someone. Hey, it's a modern age.

The part that really irks me is this: Bret Michaels stresses in his commentaries and interviews that he truly is looking for someone to be with, someone that will be healthy and loyal and loving to him, plus his two daughters. He actually seems very believable here. And who can blame him for being turned on? Hell, they're hot girls, I'm turned on (and I'm straight). But, in spite, of his desire to find the right person and his continued ramblings about finding someone special and someone caring and someone passionate for his life and so on.... he continues to praise the skanks. Ok, that's kinda brutal on my part. But it's true anyway.

The girls who are calmer, have a little more sense than to stick their tongue in a man's mouth two seconds after another woman, the girls who don't encourage fondling after a thirty second introduction are the girls he gets rid of. Now tell me: how can he be looking for a moral, good woman and throw every one of them away? He preaches about how so and so has to learn to loosen up and open up or she's getting the boot, meanwhile, she's only been there one day!!

Here's how it is: "Hey, I'm Bret, hot rock star." "Hey, Bret, I'm Diamond, hot babe. Let's make out." Then he'll say how loving and passionate and open she is. No, she's not!! She's slutty. A good woman, a good person, knows that a relationship isn't based on big boobs, the first to give up a tongue kiss or how quickly you can get their shirt off. Lust is based on those things. And lust is fine, mind you. But be honest about it. Just say it like it is: "I'm here to make out with as many hot chicks as possible and don't give a shit if I find the right one or not cuz there are more coming, baby!!"

Worse yet, those girls are someone's children. Their mothers and fathers have to see their daughters behaving like street walkers on national television. "I felt I loved Bret clear back to 1990 and I just needed this show to prove it. Come here and let me suck on your tongue." How embarassing. I would be mortified to see my daughter on that show.

Which is a reason to love it, I guess. But still, call a spade a spade. Don't try to fake us out with words of true love. Keep it real with words of hot sex, cuz that's all the dang show is anyway. He will not find true love with barely twenty year old, silicone laden, hardly old enough to have morals girls. He wants love, they need to bring some women on that show. Ok, I'm not dissing on the fake boobs any more, I happen to want a pair myself.

Anyway, Bret is a fine looking guy with an amazing voice who would have no trouble attracting a good woman, if that's what he really wanted. But he wants a beck and call girl Barbie. Physical attraction is part of it, not everything. And when someone has a personality that clicks with you, has similar beliefs and dreams as you do then beauty changes. The right person becomes more beautiful when they are right for you. Just as the wrong person becomes ugly when their personalities are ugly.

Ok, I'm done,
Sissy

You don't know me....

... but you can!!

Ok, here's some self tidbits so we can get to know each other a bit. Or maybe just so I can get to know myself. Either way, I'm full of lots of junk, so have your fill!!

My favorite entertainers: Angelina Jolie, Kevin Spacey, Julia Roberts, Nicolas Cage, John Travolta, Jodie Foster, Gabriel Byrne, Mark Wahlberg, Peta Wilson, Benicio Del Toro, Yul Brynner, Marilyn Monroe, Jeremy Irons, John Malcovich, Christian Bale,

My favorite musicians: Dave Matthews Band, Cheap Trick, Def Leppard, John Cafferty, Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, AC/DC, Tom Jones, The Corrs

My favorite foods: Lasagne, Hamburgers, Strawberries, Cherries, Grapes (frozen), Bananas (chocolate covered), Cheese, Yogurt, Broccoli, Pizza, Bagels, French Vanilla Cappucino, Altoids Dark Chocolate covered cinnamons, Sugar free gum

My favorite TV shows: Law & Orders, CSI, CSI: Miami, Ghost Whisperer, The Dead Zone, Forensic Files, Dancing with the Stars,

My favorite songs: The Flame by Cheap Trick, Colorful by Verve Pipe, Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers, Something in Red by Lorrie Morgan, Angel Eyes by Jeff Healey, Good Morning Little School Girl by Jonny Lang, Primal Scream by Motley Crue, Excitable by Def Leppard, Crush by Dave Matthews Band, November Rain by Guns N Roses, Got to Give it Up by Marvin Gaye, Angel by Sarah Machlacland (huh?? spell me), Uninvited by Alanis Morrisette, Thunderstruck by AC/DC, I Will Remember You by Amy Grant, Short Skirt Long Jacket by Cake, I Drove All Night by Cyndi Lauper, Suspicious Minds by Elvis, Superfreak by Rick James, Runaway Train by Soul Asylum, Linger by the Cranberries, Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison, Breathless by The Corrs

Things I Want to do: Visit Ireland, Own my own movie theater, Go to one movie premiere, Work in criminal psychology, Take my kids to Disneyland, Own a Dodge Coronet, Learn to ballroom dance, Know what it's like to pee standing up, Make love with someone younger than me (i know, i'm bad), Visit the Smithsonian and Graceland and Mount Rushmore and Niagara Falls- all in the same trip, Drive all of Route 66 in a classic car, Spend a week on a deserted island with the man of my dreams and a giant supply of sunblock
My favorite dream guys (in no particular order): Hayden Christenson(omg- is he statutory?), Eric Chavez, Brad Pitt, Gerard Butler, Anthony Michael Hall, George Eads, Howie Long, Julian McMahon, Dave Matthews, Duane Johnson (aka: the rock), Sean Connery, George Clooney,

Qualities I love: Honesty, Faithfulness, Ambition, Desire, Passion, Creativeness, Dreaminess, Humor, Intelligence, Variety, Chameleon-ness, Adventurous, Uniqueness, Diversity, Eagerness, Selflessness


I Love:My girls, Cats, Fairies, Purple, Green, Cottages in the country, Cabins in the hills, Fireplaces, Dominoes, Crossword Puzzles, Clyde Drexler, Reading, Drawing cartoons, Shopping, Staying up late, DVR, College, Photography, Dancing, Long hair, Self defense, The feel of silk on my skin, The smell of vanilla and coconut, Lilacs, Cornflowers, Jasmine, Rain in the Summer, Being in the middle of nowhere, Dancing with the Stars, Cartoons, Tinker Bell, Swimming, Basketball, Trivia, My face being held during a long kiss, my tattoo (please sir, may i have another?), Candles, Firefighters

I Hate: Liars, Cheaters, Racism, Judgmental people, How the media effects girls, People who get joy from hurting others, Onions, Beets, Grey hair on my head, Sharp rocks on my bare feet, Sharks, The smell of rotten milk, Doing dishes, Math, The sound of my alarm clock, Ice Cream, Not being satisfied, Being cold without a jacket, Terrorists

There I am, Take me or Leave me,
Sissy

Topic of the Day

Road Issues

I'm not really a person to who is prone to road rage aggression. Now, I do get peaved at ridiculous, unsafe and inconsiderate drivers, but I keep my cool pretty well. However, there are a few key issues on the road that really chap my hide.
When I get to the breaking point then I morph into a curse ridden, demonic being intent on ridding the world of crappy drivers. I swear, I'm not tooting my own horn. I am not the greatest driver ever, though most of my rudeness comes unintentionally. But, I suppose, most people don't intend to be dickheads on the road, they just are. Pardon my French.
First, let me refresh a driving law regarding speed limits, at least here in Cal. The law is that the right hand lane is for slower drivers (ex: large trucks, vehicles towing things, and grandmas), while the left lane is for those who do not go below the speed limit, but keep with it. The key here being that the left lane is meant to coincide with the speed limit.
Now, here in Cal. people follow their own rule. And that rule is this: the right lane is for idiots who dare drive the speed limit and the left lane is for exceeding, getting away from the morons who find the need to obey the law. Right lane= 65, left lane = 75. That's how it's done here. Because of this people like me who are comfortable and law abiding and follow the speed limits for the most part are often honked at and considered nuscances because we dare to get in that left lane. The nerve of people like me, driving 65, to want to use that left lane to pass someone driving 50. When I get into that left lane to pass a ton of cars pile up behind, pissed of that I'm going so slow!! I'm going the speed limit, dammit!
The situation is the one that bothers me the most. Yes, I hate being cutoff and whatnot, but for some reason this behavior really pushes my patience button. Frankly, my urge is to reduce my speed to, say 40 or so and then stay there. Now, I don't do this because I want to be safe and not cause any accidents. So, I settle for some choice vocabulary and visions of seeing them pulled over by a CHP 3 miles up the road. Ok, I've successfully vented. I can move on now...just not in the left hand lane.
Drive Carefully,
Sissy

Topic of the Day

The ABC's of Me!!

Angelina Jolie is my favorite actress
Body art is cool
Candles relax me
Dodge Coronet is my favorite car
Everyone does not love Raymond
Field of Dreams is my fave movie
Games of the heart suck
Hayden Christenson is hot!!
Ireland is awesome
Justice is a passion
Kitties are my favorite
Love to learn
Music tells me stories
Neil Peart kicks butt
Oregon is my home state
Purple is my fave color
Quit smoking!
Relaxing is my joy
Stephen King is great
Tapioca is disgusting
Underwear are annoying
Vanilla is my fave flave
Water, my best friend
Xtra cheese on my pizza
Yearning for a better job
Zeroing in on my life

Slim and Piglet

Why do they fight all the time?? There is nine years between my daughters. My oldest is now almost 16 while my little one is going to be 7 very soon. There is a huge gap between them because I was too young when my oldest was born. However, when I met my husband and we decided to get married and ended up pregnant I thought the age difference would be a benefit. I am fourteen years older than my sister and I always adored and loved being with her. It is not the same for mine. These girls are like wild animals in the jungle, starving, and the only thing to eat is the other one. They just cannot get along for any amount of time. They both believe they are in control of the other and need to be each other's parent, personal police officer and tattle tale. They live to get each other in trouble. I would think my older would be above all of the bickering, but she's not. She's actually an equal instigator. She thinks she's the boss and has to control the little one. She is jealous because she has more chores, and we expect more out of her. She doesn't think it's fair that the little one doesn't have the same rules. She thinks they should be equals. Hello??? And the little on thinks that she can do what she wants when she wants and control the older because she's the baby and everyone loves her!! She believes the world revolve around her. And, God forbid, the older step out of line about anything then she is in trouble because Piglet will run to her daddy, eager to tell on Slim. They're horrible. They can't hardly stand to be in the same room as each other. They bicker and snap at each other over everything. They actually look forward to finding reasons to be snotty to each other or get the other one in trouble. They go out of there way to do it. I just don't understand it. I can't figure out why Slim, who is almost an adult, insists on acting like a child. And I can't figure out why Piglet hasn't figured out that her attitude only gets her in trouble. I honestly believe she thinks it's worth it. No matter how I look at it, they drive me crazy. They are both so selfish and inconsiderate. I don't think either one cares how much it hurts me to have the two people I love most hurting each other every single day. It's has to just be about them all the time. Going crazy, Sissy