Sex and the city

Sex and the City

Post contributed by Hilton Miranda

I love that my husband surprised me for my birthday by going to direct tv.com and upgrading our television package. The reason that it made me so happy is that I get to watch “Sex and the City” reruns on E! . When the show came out in the late nineties and ran through the early 2000’s I was living with my parents and had HBO. I don’t think that I ever missed an episode. All of my girlfriends would come over and we would veg out and watch the show every week. We would all try and chase the fashion that we saw on “Sex and the City” . When we went out we would always order cosmopolitans, a drink that was virtually unknown until the show made them super popular and every young single woman who was going out at night was ordering the cranberry and vodka blend. Now, when I watch the reruns, it brings me back to a great time in my life when I was young, single, and relaxed.

Interesting

Interesting!

I like this. It has movement, texture, variation. It spirals like Dante’s Inferno.

Imagine a Bohemian Genie living in such a bottle!

Pablo Picasso

Pablo Picasso

There is something about Picasso that intrigues me more than his art. I think it’s his eyes. They stare, penetrate, cut deep into the soul. He “see’s” what others miss. It’s a little unnerving. Imagine being his muse. Sitting there in complete silence as he watches, waits, bides his time, until the ah-ha moment arrives. And then in furious strokes of paint on canvas, the madness of his genius takes over, consuming him, devouring every ounce of passion as he creates yet another masterpiece.

Quote of the day

“Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls, and interesting people. Forget yourself.” – Henry Miller

My Love For Black Cats

Guest post written by Kelly Broome

I really love to take lots of pictures of my cats. I have two of them right now and they're both black cats. I chose black cats specifically because I thought that it would be fun to have some black cats even though a lot of people are superstitious of them.

I'm actually thinking about adopting another cat to go along with them. So I've been doing a little more research to figure out how much more an additional cat would cost me. While I was thinking about all of my finances and the potential for a cat, I saw a lot of advice on debt consolidation. After I read through it some I decided to use that service because I would love to get out of debt and be able to give more cats a home.

It made me so sad once I heard that black cats are statistically less likely to get adopted from animal shelters. You could say I'm trying to do my part to make up for that because I definitely am!

There is a mystery in my house. Something keeps stealing my pens. Now for you it may not be such a big deal. But for me being a writer and all, it's huge. Erksome. Infuriating. They disappear in a flash. Bags of them. literally. I'm a pen connoissuer. I obsess about pens the way others understand cigars. I know my pens. I have my favorites. I collect. It makes no sense. They vanish as quickly as I bring them home. Nobody admits to taking them. Once they're gone, that's it. They never reappear again. For a long time I thought the vortex of the couch was sucking them under the cushions. No such luck. Couldn't be the vacuum cleaner. You'd hear the crunch. No, it simply is one of those mysteries. Like the Bermuda triangle, or why we are so preoccupied with reality tv. It doesn't make sense. I'm boggled. And it's getting worse.

Just yesterday I put a cup of ten pens on my desk. I'm already down to eight. How? Where? Why? I haven't a clue. They don't walk. Roll. Or slither. They're stationary. Or at least they are supposed to be. But just like that. Gone.

Imagine if Moses had lost his pen. The men who write a countries constitution. What if they failed to find a writing instrument at the appropriate time. Shakespeare. Oh it just doesn't bare thinking about. A pen is indeed mighty, especially when it is not lost. I wonder how history would have been shaped without the aid of a pen. Scribbled in blood. Spat on palms and then a hearty handshake. I'm as good as my word. Honest. Phah!


The lowly pen. Small and unassuming. Yet mighty through history, present, and future.
http://www.ringpen.com/history.html

I have a junk drawer in my kitchen. From the outside it looks like every other draw in the room. Except when opened it explodes with chaos. I think it is alive and has a mind of it's own. I loathe it. Resist the need to delve into its contents. Hate having to shove things from one side to another just to expose space and see underneath all the stuff. Sometimes I get brave and go in for a good pruning. I sort, shuffle, and shift things about, but the strangest thing always happens. The next time I go in there, it's grown again and full of stuff. How is that possible! It's like the black hole of the house. It sucks in matter and refuses to spit it back out. It abhors a clean state. Loathes a vacuum. It must under all circumstances be continuously fed and filled. Very strange phenomena indeed.

So it got me thinking, as things in general usually do. I wonder if we live in the junk draw of the universe. I mean look at all that space. Those whirling planets. Nothing on them. No life. Nothing. Yet here we are stuck in a corner of nowhere with six billion plus people and countless other forms of life. All shuffling for existence. And never content with what we have. And it amazes me that all this stuff literally comes from this planet. We are essentially turning our home into the junk draw of the universe. Mind boggling.

And so it brings me to this blog. I write for a living. Copy must be tight. Nipped. Pruned. Edited. Cut. Crisp. Perfect. It's hard work. Taxing on the old brain cells. Stressful. Yet rewarding. So my blog is my free-fall. My one writing pleasure (apart from all my notebooks) where I pen away, blissfully unedited. Hey, I don't even check the spelling. Ramble on. Rummage around topics at random. Go off the subject entirely. Lose my train of thought. But it's okay. Yes it's published. But this is for fun. It's relaxing. Entertaining. And maybe sometimes thought provoking. But it doesn't have to be polished. So if you are one of those readers that abhors spelling and grammatical errors, you are definitely going to find yourself taxed on this blog. This is my junk drawer on the net. Full of stuff. Ever growing. Morphing into god knows what. Chaotic. And wonderfully eccentric. Such is life and all it's little quirks. Quarks. And quasars. (I know that is probably spelled wrong, but hurrah, on here it doesn't really matter right!)

Big bob

I have an industrial sized toilet plunger. (Don't ask) It's name is Big Bob. I'm serious. Big Bob and I have been on many bathroom adventures. Big Bob is part of the family. Big Bob gets the job done. But lately I have been thinking. What is it about toilet plungers that needs revamping? And then it hit me. Plungers are designed for men. Plain wooden handle. Black suction cup. And that's it. Now if I were in the business of designing toilet plungers and I wanted to make them trendy, well, here is what I would do.

First off, you would have to change that rotten plain wooden handle. It just won't do at all. It needs smoothing. Varnishing. Prettied up a bit with sequins. Rhinestones. Ribbons. I could design a May Day special, full of gorgeous little flowers with vines winding all around the handle. And then there's the plunger. Black. Yuck. How about pink. Lavender. Peach. I could make the handle into a stem, and the plunger could be designed like a flower, full of glorious petals. I'm not kidding. This could catch on. And how about wonderful little tinkly bells, so instead of hearing the swish, swosh, slosh of toilet water, it would sound like a gentle fountain. Waterfall.

And fragrance. It would need some wonderful smellies. I mean after all it does have a tough job to do. Florals. Meadows. Summery pleasant scents. There could be refills. Mix and match. Create your own aroma.

One of a kinds. Handcrafted with love. Personalized just for you. One for every special occasion. What about bride and groom wedding set. College Graduation. Birth of new baby. Constipation free. Girls night out. The list it seems is endless.

I learned something about plungers that could literally save your life. If someone you know begins having chest pains and you suspect a heart attack. Get the plunger and fast. Place the suction cup on chest and begin plungering away. This is not a joke. I read about it. It works. It keeps the heart going until help arrives. Imagine all the other wonderful uses for said toilet plunger. Boils. No problem. Bug bites. Easy. Snake venom. piece of cake.

And what about weapons. I think the plunger could multitask into a hundred fantastic and versatile uses. It could be like the swiss army knife of the 21st century. The handle could be telescopic so it be packed away and carried anyplace. It could come with buttons on the handle and when pressed cool little gadgets poke out from all sorts of hidden places. It could be an all-in-one-multi-home-tool. I definitely think the plunger is way underrated and needs a serious second look. Thank you Big Bob. It is indeed very handy to have you around.
http://www.nytimes.com/1992/06/03/health/toilet-plunger-is-the-model-for-device-to-restart-hearts.html

Too True!

Too True!

Thanks for the guest post by Kristofer Bartlett

I read the books by Charlaine Harris and all my friends were talking about it so I rented the first four series of True Blood on dvd and now I’m hooked! I had to upgrade to directv HBO so I could watch each episode when it airs. I knew there was no way I could wait for the next season to wrap up then come out on dvd. I wouldn’t be able to avoid the articles and spoilers online to see what happened in the most recent episode. Even having read the books, the episodes are not true to that story line—it wouldn’t work on tv and who would keep watching it if they always knew what was going to happen? Of course, much of the appeal lies in the actors who portray the characters. It’s amazing the onscreen chemistry they all have! I was even more excited to read that Law and Order: SVU’s Christopher Meloni will be appearing soon as a new character! I loved watching him on L&O and have missed him this season. Enough so I stopped watching—now I have something to fill that extra hour each week!

Dallas is Great!

Dallas is Great!

Guest post of the week by Moises Henderson

There’s so much to do here in Dallas at this time of year, I find it so inspiring to get outside and soak up the heat. Of course, although I know it’s terrible for me I love going out and getting some sun and I love when people compliment me on my tan! There’s a pool in my neighborhood that I use once or twice a week and I like being able to catch up on a good book while I listen to the kids splashing around. Last summer my boyfriend told me about http://www.TEXASElectricityproviders.com which has really helped me get those rates down. I always look forward to when the sun comes out and heats everything up but I must admit I really like running my air conditioning at full blast a lot of the time! Getting cool is part of the fun and if I can’t always have a slushie I guess I can at least have some really good indoor air! I’m sure I’m killing the environment but it sure does feel good!

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My day at the hospital!

Yesterday I had the good fortune of spending the entire day at the hospital! Anyone who knows me well will know that I ask questions, a lot of questions, and yesterday of course was no exception. Well there was one exception! I decided to note every sound I heard. Why? Boredom? Nope. I had plenty of things to keep me occupied. Books, Mags, notepad to write. Things to eat. Something to drink. But, I couldn't do any of it because of all the infernal racket around me. So I made a list and here it is.

Television

Vital signs machines

People talking

Phones ringing

Intercom in room

Overhead intercom

Cell phones ringing

Carts being pushed

Air conditioning

Shoes walking past and squeaking, clicking, shuffling

Plastic bags rustling

Trash bags rustling

Cutlery chinking on plates

Keychains

Babies crying

Construction banging outside

Big construction truck engines

Bed squeaking

Little kids running around

Beds and wheelchairs being moved about.

No wonder I couldn't concentrate. How people get any rest and recovery in theses places is beyond me.

W T H???

Okay please correct me if I'm wrong, but does this make any sense to you, because it sure as hell doesn't to me!

I'm waiting at the traffic light behind a truck. It's a company truck. A business about new and improved peep holes for your front door. On the back of the truck are two pictures. The one on the left shows a traditional view of what you can see out of the peep hole. It also shows a man crouching down just waiting to push his way inside. The picture on the right shows the new and improved peep hole. This one apparently allows a much wider view so that you can even see the man crouching down.

Now either I am super brilliant and way ahead of the game, or this company is not so with the program. I mean, haven't you just broadcast to all potential criminals the exact position to assume in order to infiltrate a home? Hmmmm...something to think about I think.