Topic of the Day

Bubble Baths

One of the few things that I really love and can't get enough of is bubble baths. It's the one thing that I absolutely refuse to be bothered during. It is my time of solitude and relaxation and comfort, time to spoil myself and not be mother or wife.

It's warm and soothing, smells nice and when you add a few candles it's both romantic and comforting. Especially vanilla candles. It's like being inside of a warm hug. Granted, I can do without the prunish fingers and toes that come along with a nice long bath. But nothing is perfect, right?

I work hard all day, sometimes I'm hurting at the end because of my back. I have a lot of stress at work. My responsibilities sometimes overwhelm me and by the time I make it home I am tied in so many knots I don't know which way is up.

When I get home on those days it's extremely hard for me to relax. I'm tense and edgy. I end up snapping at my kids and husband. I feel cranky and out of sorts. The only way I found that I can cure this case of the doldrums is with a nice, hot, bubbly bath made for one.

I am not a romantic person that likes to share their bubble baths. No way. Sure, I can see the romance, but I don't want any part of it. They are mine, and I don't want to share. I don't want the distraction. I don't want to give up room. I don't want anyone yapping at me. It is my 'me' time.

Bubble baths cure what I call my pukies!

So soak on....

Sissy

Topic of the Day

Ghosts

This is a pretty extensive subject so I doubt I'll even come close to touching on every possible aspect, opinion, belief and story there is regarding it. I'll do my best to cover the parts that have interest to me. Keeping in mind that whatever I'm writing here is all about me...my opinion and experiences and that there is no more to it than that. We all have our beliefs regarding this vast subject and the odds are that whatever I may say, whatever my opinion is, it's likely to be offensive to someone. And I certainly am not doing it on purpose.

I'm using the term 'ghost' loosely. In saying it what I mean are basically things that relate to not only ghosts but spirits, entities, hauntings and so on. I'm simply generalizing by saying ghosts.

Let me start by saying that I do believe. Do I believe in the idea that when we die we are left roaming the planet, sometimes angry, sometimes lonely and in search of closure or something to fill the emptiness death has brought? No, not really. But I do believe there is something. I'll be the first to admit that 'something' is very broad. But too much has happened in this world for there to not be some sort of 'other world' out there. And yes, I believe, death may not always lead us to happy place we so hope it will.

Firstly, I'm just going to discuss some things that have occurred to me personally in my life. After that, I'll share a little about my family experiences. There are plenty, too many for one post, so I'll be brief.

My first experience with something that was not of this world was when I was 13. Before I share it I'll give you a brief story first.

Growing up my dad had two cousins. The three of them were all born a few days apart. One of the boys shot himself as a teenager. My dad and the remaining cousin became like brothers. They were constantly together, best friends. The cousin even lived with him. And this cousin was infatuated with death and the hereafter. Very long story short: my dad's cousin also killed himself, hung in the garage. This devastated my father. A note was left for my father but destroyed by cousins mother. FAther never knew what it said. More devastation. For some time life was unbearable. Cousin always told my father he would come, that death was not the end.

Ok, I'm 13. The cousin had been dead many, many years before I was born. Due to cousins supernatural fear of pictures he only had his picture taken a few times, as a child. I'm sitting on my living room floor in front of the TV, father and step mom on couch. I look over into our kitchen and walking across the floor and through a wall is a man. I was stunned and frozen. I also knew he was, the cousin. Even though I had never seen him. I described what I had seen and felt to father, he was shocked with my description of the cousin I had never seen. I knew then life went beyond death.

I never saw him again.

But there were other things. I had a stereo that played music each morning, even after I unplugged it. There was no battery compartment. I had a musical doll that used to wind herself and start singing the middle of the night. I had a Simon Says game that would play on its own, with no batteries.

These were little things. During my teenage years I became obsessed with the afterlife, I had to have answers. I began using any form of medium I could to find these answers. I used tarot cards, Ouija boards, seances. I tried it all. And much of it worked, I'm sorry to say. I learned too much, experienced too much and became vulnerable to many things. I changed.

I can't go into that. Not now. Maybe sometime. But not now. It was bad. I got out and found my way back. But not before learning and changing. You may not believe in those things and feel my experience was emotional and psychological and I'm ok with you believing that, it helps me to think the same thing, when I can. But I know better.

My grandmother was also a 'user' of these methods. I didn't know she was but found out later. She encouraged my delving into these things and shared many things here life. The spirit world was all around my grandmother's home, even effecting the life of my mother.

A spirit lived with here, followed her for many years. Charlie. My mother witnessed his presence herself. He was not afraid to be known. By the time I was born Charlie had left. My guess is it was around the time my grandmother had cancer for the first time.

She died and less than a year later my cousin drowned. I was deeply effected by the loss of both. My cousin and I were the same age, a month apart and I loved him so very much. Around this time, I began having dreams about the both of them. I still do. And I feel in my heart that they are communicating with me. Ok, I really have no damn clue what they could possibly be saying, but I feel them when it happens. I smell them. I can't explain it. Again, the mind is powerful and capable of many things so who knows? I'm only expressing how it is and was for me.

It has been some time since anything too dramatic has happened to me, I believe I have succeeded in breaking all ties with these things. And that's ok with me. I really don't want to be a part of it. Life is for the living. And I'm alive. In death, I'm sure I'll have more than enough answers. Maybe more than I even anticipate.

The reason I chose this subject wasn't to convince anyone that I'm looney tunes, though maybe I am. I just wanted to say that I believe death is only beginning...

...then who knows???

Sissy

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Topic of the Day

Chicks in Film

I love movies. A lot. I like action movies. A lot. I like women in movies. A lot. I like women in action movies. A lot. Not in a weird way, thank you. In a there-needs-to-be-more-kick-a**-women-in-movies way!! We can be tough too you know.

Now, I know that women are not physically as strong as men. And I know we couldn't possibly do some of the physical things that men do. Hell, men can't do most of the physical things they do in movies. So why not let women do it too? To me, it's not about realism. I am perfectly aware that most action movies bear little semblence to real life.

However, nothing beats a good tough girl flick. I like seeing empowered, tough, confident and sexy women take charge. There is nothing wrong with making chick action films, because they don't have to be realistic. Most are not anyway. Yeah, Die Hard reeked of reality!!

I'm not saying that there aren't some good movies that have major female characters that really know how to kick butt. There are some. Some are good, some not. Either way, they are just far and few between.

Some that I think are worth noting are: Charlies Angels, The Long Kiss Goodnight, Terminator 2, Cutthroat Island, Barb Wire, Tomb Raider, Mr. & Mrs. Smith and Kill Bill. Some of these are good, some not so good. But in all of them the women are strong, tough, confidant and powerful. Not to mention they take on men and the men's world and come out on top.

Ok, Barb Wire isn't really a good testament to the female hero genre of film. She's sexy and kicks butt and all that, but it really just isn't a good movie, unless you just want to see Pamela Anderson in tight leather. If so, then hey, it's for you.

Now, of the one's I mentioned I have a fondness for Tomb Raider (the 1st one) and for both the Charlie's Angels movies and the Long Kiss Goodnight and Kill Bill. None of these movies exist on any level of reality. They are far fetched, beyond ridiculously impossible and, yet, a butt load of fun. Come on, what isn't good about it?

Guys think it's sexy and we like to see the women outside of the whimpering, frightened, trip and fall role they usually fall into. Frankly, a woman like Geena Davis, at six foot tall, just might be tough as a guy anyway. And if not, she pulls it off.

Man, it has to be fun to make those movies. I want to look tough, talk tough, drive muscle cars, carry assault rifles and give men bloody noses!! What woman doesn't want to play that? No, I don't want to run in high heels, screaming while Bruce Willis saves me, I want to save him!! Wearing combat boots. Is that so wrong?

So, I say 'hail to the female hero' superstar. May someone besides Angelina Jolie break out of the housewife stereotype and whoop some a** for us all.

Amen,
Sissy

Topic of the Day

American Idol

Ok, I have many guilty pleasures, but who doesn't? I love gallons of butter on my popcorn, I love cheesy crime novels, I love loads of whip cream on my hot chocolate. Yup, I got a lot of guilty pleasures. However, my current guilty pleasure is American Idol. Yes, I develop this each and every season. I am not a reality TV freak, but I love this show!! I can't help it.

Of course, the person who I think should win hardly ever does. I really loved Bo Bice as well as felt Clay Aiken should have won. And I really liked Melinda Dolittle. Of course, it's a matter of opinion I know. But here, on the blog, it's my opinion that counts darnit!! The one time I felt vindicated was when Taylor Hicks won. I really loved him, even if I have hardly heard crud from him since. He was just fun.

I am almost sure that my favorite, again, will likely lose. I am a rocker at heart and they have yet to head bang their way to victory. But I have faith. This year I didn't get real excited about the girls until I saw a rocker, Amanda. Yeah, rock rules. Nope, I lie, she was voted off last week. Total bummer.

However, the men are far superior this season. And there is room for more than one brooding rocker. There are two: David and Michael. Who doesn't love an Aussie? And he reminds me of Jim Morrison, I gotta love that. David, who is incredible, suffers from a front ways comb over that kind of gives me the creeps, but he is really, really awesome. Hello!! He made me like a Lionel Ritchie song!! He should win an award just for that.

That said, it isn't just the rocker guys who have won me over. I also love the soulful Chikezie, the baby, David. The guys have just brought it this season.

I really love music and hearing new things. I guess that's why I love Idol. It's fun. I also suffer from what I call Tourettes brought on by Television.Yeah, I get very vocal with the TV. And the language is quite colorful. I have a horrible habit of ripping everything apart on TV and I guess I like Idol for that reason too. Those judges make for some good ripping apart ammo. And some contestants do too.

Anyway...

Vote for David!!!

Sissy

Topic of the Day

Things That Make Me Happy

Ok, I've been rather depressed and it's been showing in my writing. I hate being depressed and really am normally a happy, optimistic person. However, I am still human and go through times where being positive and cheerful is a chore for me. Lately, I've been having one of those times. My life is full and overwhelming, and not all in a good way either. So, tonight I've just decided to write about a some things that really make me happy, in the hopes of giving birth to some dang self happiness!!

My Daughters- I think this offers little explanation. They may not be the only reason I have for living, but they are certainly my favorite reason. I love being their mom. Of course, some days I could actually put them on the list of things that make me unhappy, but no today. I just love them, and love that they love me back.

Cats- I love furry little soft baby kitten bellies. And I love having them on my lap, tenderizing my stomach with their paws while they rev several hundred miles per hour. They are warm, soft and cozy and feeling and hearing them and seeing them never fails to make me happy (or talk baby talk...they're not babies, they're cats for goodness sake, Sissy!!).

Popcorn and Cheese- I don't each much junk food, but I love the times we splurge and go to a movie so I can cheat a bit and have some overly buttered popcorn and several cups of nacho cheese to dip it in. I know, it sounds funny, but it really tastes awesome and makes my mouth happy to cheat.

Losing Weight- Over the past several months I've really been working hard and have successfully lost 55 pounds. I've lost ten sizes and probably don't even need to go into how happy it makes me to be able to shop in the juniors section. From a 20 to a 10.

Rain- I love the first rain of the season. When I go outside everything feels fresh and renewed. It's as if the world is starting over clean. And I love the smell of it when it hits the hot cement. It's a strange kind of coppery smell that never lasts long enough.

Cornflowers- These are my favorite flowers. They come in shades of blue and purple and a pink. They are generally wild flower that will grow just about anywhere and they look like little round fireworks. I had them in my wedding and they grow out back of my house.

Snow Cream- This is a kind of frozen desert treat that you can hardly find anywhere. I think there are only a few of them in the country and we have one at a mall a couple hours from here. It's the best ever!! It's cold like ice cream, light and fluffy like cotton candy, melts like snow and had the most amazing flavor, banana being my favorite. I could eat one every day.

Funky Music- Nothing makes me smile more or laugh harder than when I put on one of the funky old songs I like and turn it way up then sing and dance like a fool, making my girls laugh so hard they cry!! Songs like Coconut by Nilsson, Let's Get it On by Marvin Gaye and Superfreak by Rick James.

My Heating Blanket- I hate to be cold. Really hate it. And my husband is a horrible person who sleeps with a fan even in the freezing winter!! It aggravates the hell outta me. Last Christmas he bought me a heating blanket big enough for just my side of the bed and now I never have to go crawl into cold sheets and when his dang fan starts producing icecicles I can just crank that puppy up and I'm good to go.

Reading- Reading a good book is a lot like watching a good movie for me, only it lasts a lot longer, has more details and I have to stop it in the middle all the time. I like that I can grab a book, crawl into bed and get lost. It soothes me much more than the noise of movie.

Of course there are many more things that make me happy, not the least of which is not having to get up early, but I really couldn't possibly list them all. If I did, I'd even make myself sick!!

Sissy

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