If there is a happier song than this one, one that makes it easier to laugh, smile, roll your eyes and, unexplicably, suddenly find yourself dancing, I don't know what it is and can't even imagine it.
Three versions followed by the actual O-Zone video.
Enjoy.
The eyebrow has to be the best part. Nemeria, you were right to point that out to me back when you first sent this!
This one is my favorite although I can't quite tell you why. I know I've seen "performers" who don't lip sync this well.
The guy who just hangs out in the background. Yeah, that would be me.
And the gentlemen who started it all. You should be hotter some how...
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
When Thank You Isn't Enough
What do you do when simply saying "Thank you" isn't enough? Well, if you're me, you write about it and say:
as loudly and as publicly as possible.
See, last night Graziella did three loads of my laundry. And know what? The truth is I think she would have done more had I given her more ~ but I couldn't quite bring myself to do that. Know what else? Last night was the most productive night I've had in a long time. I was even out of my bath by 11:30 instead of just climbing into it. Honestly, I think it is largely because I wasn't distracted by wondering when the hell I was going to get everything else done. Because at least one thing was being done. Actually, three loads were being done. And simply saying "Thank You" isn't enough for that.
Those are grateful Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
as loudly and as publicly as possible.
See, last night Graziella did three loads of my laundry. And know what? The truth is I think she would have done more had I given her more ~ but I couldn't quite bring myself to do that. Know what else? Last night was the most productive night I've had in a long time. I was even out of my bath by 11:30 instead of just climbing into it. Honestly, I think it is largely because I wasn't distracted by wondering when the hell I was going to get everything else done. Because at least one thing was being done. Actually, three loads were being done. And simply saying "Thank You" isn't enough for that.
Those are grateful Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Yeah, I'm Still Pretty Fucked Up...
...but I'm also CPR recertified. Thanks for the support, everybody.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Ramblings So You Know I'm Alive
1. With thanks and apologies both, to Spider Girl. The other day, I was driving, doing my typical 80 MPH down the Pike when I reached for my coffee. What my hand touched, however, was a spider that had taken refuge in the jeep at some point. Now, my friends who have known me for any length of time know this should have resulted in a multi-car pile up and possibly an obituary or two, almost definitely my own. Instead, I thought to myself "Stay calm like SpiderGirl. She actually likes these fuckers. What would she do?" Now, here's where the apology part comes in. I am guessing, as I did at the time, that Spider Girl would have lifted it up to her shoulder and let it ride the rest of the way, exchanging life stories and singing along with the radio. I couldn't bring myself to do that. Instead, I found a napkin and crushed him to death. Okay, not exactly the fairy tale ending for the spider, I admit it. However, I was able to stay on the road, not kill any humans and didn't even need to pull over to have a nervous breakdown. Which is where the thanks come in because for me, that's huge. Even if the spider didn't do so well in the deal.
2. I'm intrigued by how many people read my previous post as my relationships with military and military-type men as being negative, bad or mistakes. While I stated this in the comments section, I'll reiterate it here: these were/are good guys. None of them were bad boys or mistakes. I was simply intrigued by my ability to find them over and over and over again. For the record, the worst relationship I've ever been in wasn't even on the list. A total civilian.
3. Milk thistle supplements are good for liver damage. The babies now get one every evening with their dinners. Thus ends the PSA for this post.
4. I'm working part-time as an admin assistant. Although I hate (abhor, detest, loathe) the fact that I have to have a job aside from writing, at least I'm back working with L Blackbelt and like several other of the staff. And it's part-time so... Making jokes during suicide prevention training is really important if you're gonna stay sane.
5. Monday I will recertify my CPR training. The one and only time I have ever had to perform CPR was on my father ~ and we all know how it turned out. Everytime I have to recertify, I sob. I get the job done ~ and I sob. I'm back on the porch, it's December 26, 1997 about 11:00pm. Regardless of where I actually am. So, I make arrangements to recertify one-on-one rather than in the group. Feel free to send warm, happy thoughts my way Monday morning, about 11:00 a.m.
6. The book is gonna get written. I make no guarantees about how good it's going to be. I'm too close to it and have too many of my own biases about it to know. And it's going to get written. At this point, that's all I care about. I am really looking forward to writing another one that I actually care about. Many, many thanks to Burnight and P. C.
7. Along those lines, I will pay $50 for someone to come do my laundry. Another $50 to whomever is willing to do my dishes.
8. I finally saw Test Words You Should Know by PT Shank in a national chain bookstore. How fucking cool was that, people??????????? I love Borders. Until now, I've been a Barnes and Noble girl. Now, I love Borders.
9. The fire fighting is going well. Snow in the higher elevations is helping control the flames if making visiblity crappy. It is, however, lending itself to poker games.
10. Reno, here's a 10-List for you. ;)
Those are living, breathing, if stressed and overworked, Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
2. I'm intrigued by how many people read my previous post as my relationships with military and military-type men as being negative, bad or mistakes. While I stated this in the comments section, I'll reiterate it here: these were/are good guys. None of them were bad boys or mistakes. I was simply intrigued by my ability to find them over and over and over again. For the record, the worst relationship I've ever been in wasn't even on the list. A total civilian.
3. Milk thistle supplements are good for liver damage. The babies now get one every evening with their dinners. Thus ends the PSA for this post.
4. I'm working part-time as an admin assistant. Although I hate (abhor, detest, loathe) the fact that I have to have a job aside from writing, at least I'm back working with L Blackbelt and like several other of the staff. And it's part-time so... Making jokes during suicide prevention training is really important if you're gonna stay sane.
5. Monday I will recertify my CPR training. The one and only time I have ever had to perform CPR was on my father ~ and we all know how it turned out. Everytime I have to recertify, I sob. I get the job done ~ and I sob. I'm back on the porch, it's December 26, 1997 about 11:00pm. Regardless of where I actually am. So, I make arrangements to recertify one-on-one rather than in the group. Feel free to send warm, happy thoughts my way Monday morning, about 11:00 a.m.
6. The book is gonna get written. I make no guarantees about how good it's going to be. I'm too close to it and have too many of my own biases about it to know. And it's going to get written. At this point, that's all I care about. I am really looking forward to writing another one that I actually care about. Many, many thanks to Burnight and P. C.
7. Along those lines, I will pay $50 for someone to come do my laundry. Another $50 to whomever is willing to do my dishes.
8. I finally saw Test Words You Should Know by PT Shank in a national chain bookstore. How fucking cool was that, people??????????? I love Borders. Until now, I've been a Barnes and Noble girl. Now, I love Borders.
9. The fire fighting is going well. Snow in the higher elevations is helping control the flames if making visiblity crappy. It is, however, lending itself to poker games.
10. Reno, here's a 10-List for you. ;)
Those are living, breathing, if stressed and overworked, Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Friday, September 15, 2006
I Swear I Don't Do It On Purpose
I have some kind of radar. Men in military-type professions flock to me.
My first boyfriend? Marine JrROTC. Joined up the day after graduation. The One Who Got Away ~ Army. The first guy I ever shared a bed with in a romantic way ~ Marine. First one-night stand ~ Army. Last boyfriend before getting married? ROTC. Joined up after graduation and was in Ranger school by year's end. The SGM. Former Ranger, current Green Beret. First relationship after the marriage went kaplooey ~ former Navy.
So, I decided to swear off those guys. No More! And the joy of online dating is there is this section entitled "Occupation." That thing reads military or government or police/fire, I am outta there. Hell, I don't even respond!
Enter Butterfly Boy. He's an accountant. How much safer can you get than an accountant? Except he's an accountant with a tour in the Navy under his belt who is still in inactive reserve (which really doesn't mean much but come on!) He was even an officer for God's sake.
Then I end up in touch with Lithus. Lithus was never in the military. Lithus is a pilot. Now this I can groove on. So we chat a few times, exchange a few nice, flirty emails. When he tells me he's got to head back to work and will be gone for two weeks. Great. No problem. Only where is he flying? He's flying over this...
My first boyfriend? Marine JrROTC. Joined up the day after graduation. The One Who Got Away ~ Army. The first guy I ever shared a bed with in a romantic way ~ Marine. First one-night stand ~ Army. Last boyfriend before getting married? ROTC. Joined up after graduation and was in Ranger school by year's end. The SGM. Former Ranger, current Green Beret. First relationship after the marriage went kaplooey ~ former Navy.
So, I decided to swear off those guys. No More! And the joy of online dating is there is this section entitled "Occupation." That thing reads military or government or police/fire, I am outta there. Hell, I don't even respond!
Enter Butterfly Boy. He's an accountant. How much safer can you get than an accountant? Except he's an accountant with a tour in the Navy under his belt who is still in inactive reserve (which really doesn't mean much but come on!) He was even an officer for God's sake.
Then I end up in touch with Lithus. Lithus was never in the military. Lithus is a pilot. Now this I can groove on. So we chat a few times, exchange a few nice, flirty emails. When he tells me he's got to head back to work and will be gone for two weeks. Great. No problem. Only where is he flying? He's flying over this...
The man flies helicopters for the US Fire Service. And in case you have missed it, this is the worst fire season in fifty years.
One of these days, I'm going to meet a lawyer or a baseball player or even a tour guide or a teacher. But don't hold your breath.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
YOPP!
“But who are you? Where?”
He looked and he looked. He could see nothing there
“I say!” murmured Horton. “I’ve never heard tell
Of a small speck of dust that is able to yell.
So you know what I think?…Why, I think that there must
Be someone on top of that small speck of dust!
“Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!” Horton called. “Mr. Mayor!
You’ve got to prove that you really are there!
So call a big meeting. Get everyone out.
Make every Who holler! Make every Who shout!
When they got to the top,
The lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, “YOPP!”
And that Yopp…That one small, extra Yopp put it over!
Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover
Their voices were heard!
Horton Hears A Who, Dr. Seuss
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
He looked and he looked. He could see nothing there
“I say!” murmured Horton. “I’ve never heard tell
Of a small speck of dust that is able to yell.
So you know what I think?…Why, I think that there must
Be someone on top of that small speck of dust!
“Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!” Horton called. “Mr. Mayor!
You’ve got to prove that you really are there!
So call a big meeting. Get everyone out.
Make every Who holler! Make every Who shout!
When they got to the top,
The lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, “YOPP!”
And that Yopp…That one small, extra Yopp put it over!
Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover
Their voices were heard!
Horton Hears A Who, Dr. Seuss
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Only the Pobble
So, my landlord, Bolger, and I went out tonight. The vodka was flowing quite freely (you've been warned) and the dance music was great. I met D and T. D is great. T is great, too, but pretends to be straight, even though he was hanging out on a Friday night at a gay club. You do the math.
Before we ordered our first drink, I asked Bolger if I was there as a female friend or a fag hag (with thanks to Hikaru for helping me explain the difference) and we established that I was there as a hag. We were set; we each knew our place; and the evening was on!
Anyway ~ I managed to attract the only straight man in the whole place. Admittedly, my defenses were down. I don't usually have to keep my guard up when I go to gay clubs. I can flirt and dance and grind with the best of them and it rapidly becomes obvious that I know exactly where I am and that I just want to dance. So, I was doing so.
It was cool while he was biting my shoulder. This so doesn't phase me. It was even cool when he kissed me. I broke the kiss and went back to dancing with Bolger. Truth be told, it was even cool when he cupped my breasts. This happens sometimes. I simply moved his hands away. Then Bolger went to the restroom. At which point, CreepyBoy grabbed at my crotch ~ yeah. Not so cool anymore. So I grabbed onto D and we danced like we were having sex right there on the floor ~ while he shot dirty looks over my shoulder at CreepyBoy that practically screamed "She's my bitch so back the hell off."
As we staggered back to my place we laughed our asses off. Poor CreepyBoy. Next time maybe he'll realize he's in the wrong place.
This doesn't happen to other hags. Really. It doesn't. At least, not that they've ever told me.
Those are (drunken) Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee, but I recommend water at this point.
Before we ordered our first drink, I asked Bolger if I was there as a female friend or a fag hag (with thanks to Hikaru for helping me explain the difference) and we established that I was there as a hag. We were set; we each knew our place; and the evening was on!
Anyway ~ I managed to attract the only straight man in the whole place. Admittedly, my defenses were down. I don't usually have to keep my guard up when I go to gay clubs. I can flirt and dance and grind with the best of them and it rapidly becomes obvious that I know exactly where I am and that I just want to dance. So, I was doing so.
It was cool while he was biting my shoulder. This so doesn't phase me. It was even cool when he kissed me. I broke the kiss and went back to dancing with Bolger. Truth be told, it was even cool when he cupped my breasts. This happens sometimes. I simply moved his hands away. Then Bolger went to the restroom. At which point, CreepyBoy grabbed at my crotch ~ yeah. Not so cool anymore. So I grabbed onto D and we danced like we were having sex right there on the floor ~ while he shot dirty looks over my shoulder at CreepyBoy that practically screamed "She's my bitch so back the hell off."
As we staggered back to my place we laughed our asses off. Poor CreepyBoy. Next time maybe he'll realize he's in the wrong place.
This doesn't happen to other hags. Really. It doesn't. At least, not that they've ever told me.
Those are (drunken) Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee, but I recommend water at this point.
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