THese are both illustrations of my lovely daughter in several of her guises, As the warrior, protecting us from Walmart, pharmaceutical companies, Red meat, and bad movies AND MAN she is reallllly serious about this stuff, A Vegan not to be confused with VAGAN---- Her other incarnation is that of the mother of all things good, Those brownies she's makin---- NO eggs and that dress 100% cotton - No silk on this B------Ha you thought I was gonna write Bitch

No I was going to write Baby.

She is the Pride OF MY Life, THe one thing I did really Good, but always remember she comes from Crazy too.

My Thursday Rescue

Well today I saved coupons and rescued my hubandsunhappy day - he did not listen to politics, took a good walk with me, then another ione with the dog, went swimming and then watched Shutter Island. Now he is sleeping like a happy baby
I also rescued those little bastards that are eating my plants Lars-Olaf all day

Thursdays's Rescues and Saves

What's your crazy???

Just to get to know some of the family, My Husband is Lars-Olaf, this is before he grew a mustache, and gave up the sword fighting. Those extra brewskis and wine with his buddy Bacchus have added a tad of a belly. Just more to love :)

This picture is of me, Brunhilde. It was taken after a contentious business meeting, not to fear, I was victorious. Breasts are real, the hair is extensions, both can really be intimidating in a meeting. I anticipate I'll be leaner as I cut back those carbs.

I was going to start out this blog with a depression era photo, and ask the question "What's your crazy??" There would have been multiple allusions to my parents, but I'm feeling alot more powerful than that tonight. Another time, maybe....... Tonight I am "Brunhilde "of the magnificent bosums.

Yes I come from crazy

Get this straight

I think when one starts to blog....... We consider ..... are we narcissistic ( sp), trendy, or...... think we are funny as "HeLL" I Know I have hysterical friends, we will see if they realize they are.....

I think I just don't want the expense of therapy.. I am a Democrat and want paid health care


Just to let you know if you read this...... I can be very deceptive, I only sound like an odd......... Wait no I am Odd, but I do have an education , been professionally successful and have routinely made $$$ in the six figures.

But I really don't come from success I come from Crazy........ What's your crazy????..... I'll tell you mine later.

Today was a RED letter day, No God, I wish I was still in my Hester Prine time. ( Scarlet Letter- Demi Moore/Gary Oldman) .... All the stuff from the cardioligist was negative..... Yahoo...... Now the ??? is do I realize I dodged the bullet, and correct my wanton ways????

Oh my God Exercise..... I'll tell you about that later. My daughter HM will insist upon it and she is worth ANYTHING. Her name is soon to change in this blog.

Are there days you feel you have *gynecological gigantism*, You know what I mean.... Days you figure your front and back are all one big thing..... A Buttgina ........ I am sure no one below 50 gets the idea on the -----front leak with the back itch...... It is a big determinant of the color pants you wear. A man only gets it by eating Thai food after indiscrimanate sex. We get it because we had babies, lifed boxes and missed our fiber, 3 days in a row.


I'm a joker--- I really was scared today---- Did I Hide it well????
I'm a smoker----- There are those who know I prefer brownies
I'm a midnight toker---- Ambien isn't part of the drug screen..... This is a whole different blog Get my loving on the run Wooo Woooo

One my life mates

Not Bill- but could be his soul mate...... Bellagio's pictures and antics to come later . One of my many lifetime committments. Waka Waka Means yours to HM...... You better change your name pretty quick or you will be forever HM..... and you haven;t even asked me why I chose it
Me

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Do You Wonder !

Tell me, are there days you wonder what you are supposed to be?

Some people call me the space cowboy ( cowgirl. cowgranny, cowGLBT)... Some call me the gangster of Love

OH My God, I'm 57------ and I'm blogging Steve Miller lyrics...... Is it OK to say I'm 57

My daughter and grandson came to the house today, and she was asking me to sing to him while she changed his diaper...... My first song was "Bad girls, bad girls, talkin bout those, uh,uh,uh a,a , uh bad girls"...... What a message to send.. I didn't even consider it till my daughter gave me a MOOOOOOOOO00000M. THen I realized, I needed to be send a better message...... Da, Da, .....Da, da, Da, Da.... " nasty boys" ba,ba ba da da da, oh you nasty boys.

My Daughter- Hilariettea Marley (HM) was wondering what happened to Twinkle, Twinkle

You Know I really want to be the Best Wife, X wife, MOM, Grandma, Quasi friend, moderate liberal- THank God (Whoever HM), My loved ones don't expect the "Party" line. Today I am the best me.

Cause I'm a picker - found a grey chin hair
I'm a grinner - I smiled as popsickle was smeared and HM took my latest US
I'm a lover - OH NO she's opening the drawer with the vibrator..... Stop HM.... Stop..... the tweezers are over here
And I'm a sinner ---- Love that vibrator
I play my music in the sun. ---- Twinkle, Twinkle

I'm a joker to be addressed in future blogs
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my loving on the run Wooo Woooo