Bob Dylan says Things Have Changed

He also told me don't be a name dropper........:)

I've got this song stuck in my head, and listened to the words and some fit perfectly for me right now, thought I'd share....


People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high

Don't worry if this sounds cryptic, things are great overall. New job still rocks, and M2 and I are great. Life in general just keeps handing me things and says 'deal with this' and I say 'really?' I was so happy go lucky moments ago. Guess its just the way things are, are going to be, etc.

Or maybe its nicotine withdrawal. Three weeks today, no Marlboro Lights. I could have slapped a few out of someones hand to get it away from them and take a drag, but I haven't. So lets just blame it on that.

I'll keep in touch, you guys do the same

LYLayLadyLayGuts,
Bj

Where The Hell Have You Been?

Hola Chickens, miss me??? Man, I am running wide open with the new job and M2 becoming a teenager (aka help me) this weekend, and other life events that have been pretty heavy, wonderful, and just life in general. Things are great and I keep thinking I'm going to get over here and you have packed up your toys and gone home, but you all just keep on keepin on.

thats why I love you. longtime.

I promise I'll get back in the groove, in case you were crying your eyes out and stomping around looking for me. First, I get to escape this Winter of Gloom and be in Sunny California for a few days to see my peeps at the new company, then a little travel with the Boss, who is the calmest man I have ever met. He also looks like Ryan O'Neal!! Oh yeah, loving this rockin job to say the least.

So keep the porchlight on for me- and don't act like you aren't home, I can hear the television.

LYG
Bj

ps. day seven of no f-in cigarettes..............wish me BIG LUCK on that one :)

Jesus. Someone. Stop. Those Duggers.

You all know me, pretty laid back, non- opinionated, easy going, but this deal is getting on my last nerve.

WHY IN THE HELL WOULD ANYONE HAVE NINETEEN FRIGGIN CHILDREN?????

Is the woman wanting an award for the busiest vajay jay in modern history? Lets review, like the grocery store list? matching those little socks? after school activities, etc.? I guess this is "get to know your siblings whether you want to or not" at its finest.

Here's some conversations I imagine go on in the house-

-hey, you, little man in the blue shirt, pass the ketchup to that girl that looks like you

-someone's name tag is on the floor and that means you won't be added to the headcount for dinner!!

-sorry sweetie, you don't have an appointment to talk to me until Tuesday, but I'll let you know if someone cancels. What was your name?

Really. Seriously. Get the Tubes Tied in a French Knot with a shot of Super Glue on top.

Then go find that one you lost last week but figured he would come back because he did the last time. Or was that his sister. Either way, they were fine, just a little thirsty and disoriented.

Seriously.

LYWhatIsWrongWithSomePeopleGuts,

Bj

Happiness, Texas 75099

Miss me? I HAVE A JOB, people, so no more loitering during the week over here, but I have missed each and every one of you. And, I kept getting freaky messages on Dear Anonymous, and I wanted to make sure that I gave Michael Jackson a chance to comment. I hate waiting on dead people to read my blog, so I'm freshening up things this morning.

See the title of the post? Remember me six months ago? Currently, I walk through my days clicking my heels together, wagging my tail, and whistling a little tune (or maybe I just hear a whistle in my head) because I am SO DAMN HAPPY. And I'm thinking the people that I owe money to are happy too, because I can now send them money instead of empty envelopes. But even with the paycheck thing back on track, something has come over me. I've always been an upbeat person, but its weird. I know this is exactly where I am supposed to be, and the lay off, the days of near starvation, were suppose to happen. Maybe so I remember how to feel grateful. And man, do I ever.

So you can expect:

- less posts because I am rocking the new job

-sugary, sappy, puffy heart updates when I get over here

ed. note; no unicorns, rainbows, or kittens were harmed while writing this blog.

LYBEGRATEFULFORSOMETHINGEVERYDAYGuts,

Bj

Dear Anonymous,

You have been kind of bugging me. This blog has been mine since, hmmm, I started it, and my little world of commenters have become my family of sorts over time. It has been MY place to come spit out, if you will, all the verbosity (LV) that gets caught in my head and makes a grinding noise that only myself, dogs, and Channel 2818 can hear.

Then I sit down, click on New Post, and just let the fingers go. So far, it has just gone swimmingly.

Then you show up.

Let me backtrack. I don't remember what year it was when I finally knew what a BLOG was, but I decided, completely on my own, that it was kind of a narcissistic thing to do, like "hey, heres us at the beach today, here's the other 22,000 pictures of my kids that I promised, and I'm going to kill my husband in his sleep tonight' kind of information we could really do without. Then I had dinner with my girlfriends. And if you are a TRUE KOOL AID DRINKER of Don't Overthink It, you know the rest.

I know some (stalkers) silent readers that confess to me at different times that they actually read, but never comment, and I'm ok with that now.

See, I would probably have as big of a following as Pioneer Woman if I photographed what I've cooked or was married to a hot cowboy named Marlboro Man. I've already got the dog.

So, here's where my rambling was going, Anonymous:

1. Thanks for reading

2. Pick out a name and sign up (didn't you see the "Its Easy!" thing to click on)

3. I appreciate you saying my newer posts are better than my older posts, but to me, thats like saying "I like what you are wearing today MUCH better than that thing you had on last week." I must have liked last weeks outfit for some reason.

4. You make me think that my mother has finally decided to post a comment, rather than call me and say 'your language was a little too much in the last post'. Don't cause me to be suspicious of Super D stalking me on my blog. I think she only reads it anyway , when she is absolutely sure her blood pressure is under control.

5. Come forward or I'm gonna make something up ABOUT YOU!

6. Never mind, that will be way too much fun.

Keep on posting your comments. I love each and every one of them,

as long as Kreg cannot attach photos over here. Then we are ALL safe.

LYMichaelJackson,IsThatYou?Guts,

Bj

Happy Happy, Wild and Nappy, Ain't Too Proud To Beg..

My mama thinks I'm crazy, but she's been WRONG before!!!

Sorry, that is a song that my Redheaded friend Lindy would sing to me on my birthday. You would have had to be there...

Finally. I get to put up new calendars.

Finally. I get to deposit a paycheck on a regular basis

Finally. I can take my resume off of Monster, which by the way, is very appropriately named because I think it just EATS your resume, instead of sending it anywhere.

Finally. I get to plan on some fun in my near future, rather than just creative coupon shopping to keep food in this house.

Finally. 2009 is gone.

And if it hadn't left on its own, I was gonna find a large box and ship it to the moon.

I'm so damn excited about 2010 I could pee in my pants. Really. And I am gonna rock this new job, my house renovations, my wardrobe, M2's wardrobe, my fitness level (can only go up :), and on and on and on.

While I pay it forward. Hope your 2010 is everything you want it to be,

including Champagne Wishes and Chicken Wing Dreams, cause I don't do caviar. Ever.

LYBringItOnGuts,

Bj

Yahoo!!! Its OVAH

Not being a scrooge or anything, but hell to the yeah, the rush around, need to wrap a quick gift, oh shit I forgot to get a gift card season is done.

And we pulled it off. Actuallly, my family and friends SO rallied around making sure M2 had a rockin Christmas, it was one of our best ever.

Remember a long time ago when I said I have the equivalent of a drug problem for a certain perfume?? GOT IT! I so got it, and every time I walk by the bottle I pick it up and say 'hello, lover'. Boys beware, I am now armed with French Spanish Fly. No kidding, it is friggin intoxicating.

Hope you got all your goodies and are petting them and loving them accordingly.

These are funny, to end the year with, because Texas is like living on a separate planet. And the holidays really bring it out as in outlandish overthe top indulgence, all the way to trailer park tacky. There is a lid for every pot around here.

You May Live in Texas...
If someone in Walmart offers you assistance and they don't even work there

If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time
If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number
If 'Vacation' means going anywhere south of Dallas for the weekend

If you measure distance in hours
If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once

If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked
If you carry jumper cables in your car and your wife knows how to use them
If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph --you're going 80 and everybody's passing you (ed. note -they may be passing you on the shoulder)
If you find 60 degrees 'a little chilly

Here's to an awesome, money making, smooth sailing 2010!

LYPutUpTheFakeSnowGuts,

Bj