Man Candy Monday

Resistance is futile ladies. The world loves a big lug.

"Yabba Dabba Dooo!"~~ Fred Flinstone

Random Thoughts 12

How difficult is it to let go of who you were to allow yourself to become who you are?

Sweet irony - I love the Christmas season so much it makes me sad.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Gobble till you wobble!

Man Candy Monday - Paul Walker

Paul Walker was the star of Man Candy Monday on my blog in 2009.  Paul died in a car crash yesterday, November 30, 2013.  Good bye you beautiful man...




He can swim my Deep Blue & then take me for a Joy Ride anytime he sees necessary.

Thought for the Day

Will Power
noun - control of one's impulses and actions; self-control.

Who the fuck is Will & why does he have power?

Sing Along Time

One of my most favorite people in the entire world sent me this link...I love him.

Push Play

I Believe...

That everything happens for a reason.

That Christmas is the most wonderful time of year.

In miracles.

People lie to save other people heartache.

That true love can fix everything.

That I was once was an "asshole" magnet.

That I'd rather be deaf than blind.

In long, lingering dinners.

In a sweet buzz.

I'll have another.

Man Candy Monday

I do not prefer nose piercings & I am not suffering from jungle fever...but that is one piece of meat I'd like to gnaw on.

A Ton of Bricks

It hit and I find myself running toward life and not away from it. When you find something you can't live without and you feel in your heart that you deserve it. Wow, what a feeling.

Mama Ruth

Tim McGraw's newest song is titled 'Southern Voice'. There is a line in the song that goes like this:

It's Hi Ya'll, did you eat well?
Come on in, I'm sure glad to know to know ya

My daddy's mother, my grandmother - Mary Ruth Atchison, a fabulously put together who woman would say something like this if you came to her home or if she just met you in the shoe department at Dillard's. Mama Ruth's hair was always perfectly done, her Estee Lauder make-up always smooth, her nails manicured, clothes sequined, satined or made of linen were pressed so perfectly you could balance a quarter on the creases, a fan of Etienne Aigner bags, who once said "you can tell the difference between a designer shoe and a cheap shoe the second you slip your foot in it", styled and dressed to the nines any hour of the day, she never introduced me as Kimberly or Kim but used my full formal name Miss Kimberly Dionne Atchison, this woman never met a stranger and those who met her loved her.

Mama Ruth taught me to cross stitch, how to cross my legs like a lady and to never say "I'm full" but instead "I have plenty". She was a ladies' lady.

You would never feel left out in her presence and she would most certainly go out of her way to speak to you or make you feel at home.

I lived with her and my Papa while I was in college and then for a little while after graduation. After Papa died in 1996 I was still in her residence and one afternoon after work I came through the back door and I found her sitting on the end of her bed with her head down and I sat beside her and asked "whats the matter" and Mama Ruth said "I am just so blue". She was that kind of person - not over dramatic but got her point across.

Mama Ruth passed away in 2000 from an aneurysm, and she still appears in my dreams ever so often. I hope there is a little of her in me.

Not So Sweet November

I've mentioned in this very corner of the blogosphere that November historically is not a good month for me. Its not good for several reasons but the 3 main reasons are these:

My first boyfriend of 4 years died on November 11th.

I was married on November 25th.

My ex-husband delivered the front page news on November 11th that it was over between he and I.

Lots of activity particularly on the 11th which is why I chose today to make my proclamation - today will be my last post regarding my former married life, my ex-husband or any shrewdness expressed toward men/boys/giraffes who brandishes the name Justin. November will no longer be hated, despised or dreaded for bringing dates to mind that are surrounded by loss or painful memories. I have been checking the 'single' box on any and all applications since that very day never wanting to acknowledge that I had all too soon became a statistic - a "dee-vorce-ay". I hereby free myself from my discontented past. No more tears over what happened or what will never happen. No more. I am letting it go and I am moving forward. Goodbye Old November, you were never good to me. Hello Sweet November, you have 30 days to not fuck up.

Sing Along Time

This is one my favorite songs because it reminds me of my most favorite person. Put those two things - favorite songs & favorite people - together and you then have a history or a past or a future.

I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then come on, oh, come on
Whoo, let's get it on
Ah, babe, let's get it on
Let's love, baby
Let's get it on, sugar
Let's get it on
Whoo-ooh-ooh

We're all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar
Since we got to be
Let's live
I love you

There's nothin' wrong
With me lovin' you
Baby, no, no
And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true
Oh, babe, ooh, ooh

Don't you know
How sweet and wonderful life can be?
Whoo-ooh
I'm askin' you, baby
To get it on with me
Ooh, ooh, ooh

I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push
Won't push you, baby
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey

Let's get it on, ooh, ooh
Let's get it on
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Come on, baby, hey, hey
Let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let's get it on, ooh, ooh
Let's get it on, baby
This minute, oh yeah
Let's get it on
Please, please, get it on
Hey, hey

I know you know
What I've been dreamin' of
Don't you, baby?
My whole body is in love
Whoo

Gonna get it on
Beggin' you, baby, I want to get it on
You don't have to worry that it's wrong
If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good
Let your love come down
Oh, get it on, come on, baby

Do you know I mean it?
I've been sanctified
Hey, hey
Girl, you give me good feelings, so good

Nothin' wrong with love
If you want to love me
Just let yourself go
Oh, baby
Let's get it on

Lets Get It On ~~ Marvin Gaye

Emotional Callbacks

I am a lover of Sex and the City. The cable show, the movie and everything that swirls around it. One of my favorite quotes is from the very last episode - An American Girl in Paris, Part Deux:

Big : "It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, you're the one."

I've seen this episode probably, roughly, round aboutly - 22 times. Every time it pulls the same emotions from me - loneliness, hopeful, smitten, angry. Yeah, yeah its just a cable TV show that no longer airs but it still gets me.

Unfortunately my name is not Carrie nor am I dating Big but for $200 we can legally change our names.

One More For My Trophy Case

A Peeping Tom who visits my blog often has presented me with the soon to be famous Zombie Chicken Award. I really don't know what to say so I found the definitions to each to try and help us along:

Zombie
–noun 1. (in voodoo) a. the body of a dead person given the semblance of life, but mute and will-less, by a supernatural force, usually for some evil purpose.
b. the supernatural force itself.

Chicken
–noun 1. a domestic fowl, Gallus domesticus, descended from various jungle fowl of southeastern Asia and developed in a number of breeds for its flesh, eggs, and feathers.

So, now that we have that out of the way - Thank you, thank you Mr. Savage for deeming me so important to be a Will-less piece of Poultry because I know how important my eggs and flesh are to you. You too are just as fabulous.

Hello, 911, What Is Your Emergency?

The following are actual events that took place at my home during the hours of 1:20 am - 2:20 am on November 4, 2009:

Dog barks.
Doorbell rings.
Boyfriend says "our door bell rang".
I say "no it didn't".
Five minutes pass.
Doorbell rings and rings.
All four dogs go into frenzy, then into sniper mode - including the one who is mostly deaf.
Boyfriend gets out of bed & grabs his gun. That's right a G.U.N.
He walks to the dining room.
I walk to the living room.
Boyfriend says "don't open the front door".
I say "you don't open the front door".
I peek thru the blinds of the living room window. I see a woman standing on our porch. I say "I have no idea who that is".
For whatever reason we decide to open the door. The lady is the girlfriend of the dude who lives across the street.
She says "Josh won't give me my keys, he is drunk & he threatening to punch out my lights".
I say "what the fuck".
I go back in to get my wits about me.
I return to the front porch & tell her to use my phone. She comes in, is mumbling and is scared.
Josh arrives.
Another neighbor who also had ding dong ditch'em played on him arrives.
Josh is laughing & I tell him this is not funny.
He beckons for his girlfriend to come outside. She won't. She has called the PoPo.
Boyfriend tells Josh to go & get her keys and let her leave. He goes & then returns with them. Looks like he is going to throw them through the glass door at her. But the boyfriend intervenes.
Josh tells the girlfriend "when they(the PoPo) show up, if they take me away, I will deal with you later".
PoPo shows up. Stories are told. Girlfriend refers to Josh as an ex-boyfriend & Josh says "oh, so you are breaking up with me now". PoPo says to Josh "you have two choices 1. go home & don't come back out 2. You can take a ride downtown."
Girlfriend leaves. Cop leaves. Neighbor leaves. We go back to bed.
Another cop shows up at our house. Boyfriend tells him what went down. Cop sees my Longhorn t-shirt & they start talking about football.

Sing Along Time

Kickin' it old school today....

When I was younger man I hadn't a care
Foolin' around, hitting the town, growing my hair
You came along and stole my heart when you entered my life
Ooh babe you got what it takes so I made you my wife

Since then I never looked back
It's almost like living a dream
And ooh I love you

You came along from far away and found me here
I was playin' around, feeling down, hittin' the beer
You picked me up from off the floor and gave me a smile
You said you're much too young, your life ain't begun, let's walk for awhile

And as my head was spinnin' 'round
I gazed into your eyes
And thought ooh I want you

Thank you babe for being a friend
And shinin' your light in my life
'cause ooh I need you

As my head was comin' round
I gazed into your eyes
And thought ooh I want you

Thanks again for being my friend
And straightenin' out my life
'cause ooh I need you

Since then I never looked back
It's almost like livin' a dream
Ooh I got you

If ever a man had it all
It would have to be me
And ooh I love you

I Love You ~~ Climax Blues Band

I Believe....

That Smurfette was a whore.

That when the right person kisses you, you should feel intoxicated.

That my basset hound, Gracie, has the cutest dog booty in the world.

From the entire word wide blogging community that my followers have the most panache.

That clowns are evil.

In verbally denouncing marriage but secretly I wish to be in one.

That what goes around comes around.

A woman's handbag says alot about her but how clean her home is says everything else.

That the missed call on my cell phone from an 818 area code was Nikki Sixx.

In the Luck of the Irish.

Happy Birthday to Someone Special

As time heals all wounds and we learn to forge forth and learn from mishaps - today shines upon me a memory of someone who was visually, physically an important part of my life for a little while. That little while has passed and has now become a long while - a long while of sadness, bitterness and broken hearted'ness. This is for you Justin, all for you. Happy Birthday - I hope your birthday cake makes you throw up a little.

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)

Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually it's nothing
Surely you're happy
It should be this way ?
I say "No, I'm gonna kill my dog"
And : "May the lines sag, may the lines sag heavy and deep tonight"

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)

Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually it's Nothing
Surely you're happy
It should be this way ?
I said "No"
And then I shot myself
So, drink, drink, drink
And be ill tonight

From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
Behind
Oh, unhappy birthday
Behind

Unhappy Birthday ~~ The Smiths

Random Thoughts 12

Why do we have to grow up? We didn't ask to be born into this world - shouldn't our parents take care of us - after all, it was their idea to bring us into it.

There are some really cheesey music videos from the 80's and early 90's.
What's worse than the cheesey music videos? If the video featured any vixen dancing on a car hood, in an alley way, around a shiny silver pole pole to any group of the metal genre - I had that very same hair.

Historically November has never been a good month for me. All of my crisis' seem to begin and end with this month. Hopefully this year will prove to be a little different.

and I've finally seen it all - the baby formula is locked up on the "baby" isle in Walgreen's. "None of us live near perfect so for everything else there is Walgreen's". Right.

Man Candy Monday

In honor of Halloween I thought a post bare chest picture from a horror movie was in order and one more bare chested something for good measure. Ryan Reynolds looks good even when his body is possessed by evil entities and more so when he needs to be nursed back to good health - I'm not a nurse but I play one on my blog....