I’m a lazy sumbitch. Duh.

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A couple of you may remember that The Hotness and I were sick as freakin’ dogs awhile back. I’ve gotten over mine but he’s actually getting worse. Yesterday a guy he works with suggested maybe he has Valley Fever. I’ve heard it mentioned, heard it wasn’t good, heard it could get real bad if left untreated. Has anyone ever had this? What’d you do?

And the big question is…

Send him to the doctor or pay his employee’s payroll for this week?

The Today Show ran a bit this morning about the comeback of the “kissing on the cheek hello” greeting. I made it a point to sit down and watch it because I can’t tell you how many questions I have about this particular custom. I grew up in a very old-western style family. We firmly shook hands with everyone –man, woman, or child– and the only person you kiss is your momma. Nice and simple right?

However, not everyone was raised like I was. Which has made for some very uncomfortable and somewhat downright weird moments. I’m always one to extend my hand right away, and I look the person straight in the eye. I figure that’s a clear enough signal to just grab my hand and give it a couple firm shakes. Every once in awhile I will find myself being pulled into the other person so they can do the cheek kiss thing.

Usually this catches me off guard, I just shook your hand so why are you pulling me asshole? Not immediately realizing they are doing the kiss, my natural instinct is to get away from the face that’s coming towards me. I’ve done this a couple times where someone’s gone in for the kiss and I start to physically back my entire body away. They in turn keep leaning further and further forward still pulling on my hand. It’s a clusterfuck and I’ve actually had a couple people get insulted that I pulled away from their attempted kiss.
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A friend of mine emailed me this yesterday and it made me feel all warm n’ fuzzy. The bottom of the email said to pass it on to all the good women I know, and I sure do know a lot. So ladies here ya go:

A good woman is proud of herself. She respects herself and others. She is aware of who she is. She neither seeks definition from the person she is with or does she expect them to read her mind. She is quite capable of articulating her needs.

A good woman is hopeful. She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true. She knows love, therefore she gives love.

She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated.

If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears. A good woman has a dash of inspiration, a dabble of endurance. She knows that she will, at times, have to inspire others to reach the potential they’ve been given.

A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons, meant to bring her closer to self knowledge and unconditional self love.

Girls Smile…..YOU KNOW YOU HAVE IT GOING ON!
So Keep ON Keeping On.

Happy Tuesday ladies

The Hotness and I had made plans last week to “do something” today. This was decided mostly out of necessity to avoid having to go on a day trip with some other people. After this morning’s royal treatment I was in such a good mood that I was up for anything. Early in the afternoon The Hotness gets on Streets & Trips and looks for the general directions to a semi-nearby ghost town he’d heard about called Ruby. Going to visit it sounded like a good “something to do”, so we had our plan.

Getting off I-19 and heading down Hwy 289 we started to think what a really great idea this acutally was. The day was beautiful and the natural surroundings were in rare form…Ocotillos in full bloom, Road Runners cruising along with us– everything just peachy-fuckin-keen. We get to the point where the pavement ends and the dirt begins in the National Forest and are met with a gigantic sign that says:

TRAVELING CAUTION
Please be aware that Smuggling and Illegal Immigration often takes place in this area. Use extreme caution.

All of a sudden I got really fuckin’ uneasy. It’s wicked hard to enjoy one’s surroundings when you’re doing a double-take on every fucking tree, rock, and cactus just to make sure it’s not a drug smuggler standing there waiting to mow you down with their M-16 or whatever it is that drug smugglers carry these days.

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This morning I opened my eyes and was handed a cup of coffee and a bowl of fresh cut strawberries dusted with sugar (my fave). Breakfast in bed? The red flags went off all over the place yet The Hotness swears up and down that he’s done nothing wrong and it’s solely because he loves me and wanted to do something nice.

Should I believe it?

Is it too early to start drinking heavily? And what the hell is taking Friday so long to get here?