The last couple of weeks have been fraught with too much sadness. Bad news and more bad news. I have shed many tears and have been quite contemplative the last few weeks. We all have those moments when the pains of life hit home and then crap like a presidential election and even being unemployed becomes meaningless and unimportant because I have breath and life and a future ... at least for now. The other day I walked through a dialysis unit. Many beds filled with patients who were either sleeping, reading, or listening to music while their blood was being filtered. Young and old, all hooked up to a machine that allowed them to continue living. I silently prayed for each one as I passed through that room realizing how lucky I am. THANK YOU GOD. Prior to that, I spent six days in Arizona visiting my beautiful cousin .... the very first friend/playmate and confidant I ever had, as he lay in a hospital bed after learning he has a brain tumor. I cried for hours as I remembered …
Women who feel they must photograph their big old bellies when they're pregnant. I find this disgusting and gross. I do not want to see someone's pregnant belly no matter how artistically you have photographed it. You are not the first person on earth to ever "give birth" or "bear a child" so get the fuck over yourselves. Ugh.
Here we have Earth Mother Lady of the Lake emerging from the water with child (eyes rolling)
I don't know what the hell she's trying to say with her sarong, her big belly and her red umbrella at sunset ... it must have some deeper meaning that I, a woman who has never borne a child, cannot understand.
This gal looks like she's ready to deliver her baby and drop it right on it's head. Maybe she could find a mattress or a pillow or something? I'm just sayin'.
I'll pick a little bird from heaven while I make everyone look at the ugly dark line that is running down my big old belly. Gross.
Danny has been hijacking my Viggo screensaver with pictures of Raquel Welch and Jennifer Lopez. Pleeeze dude. The difference between your obsession and mine is that mine THINKS and does not have a pair of silicone enhanced knockers. My obsession is an ARTIST. He is age appropriate and my intellectual equal. That he is manly and handsome and sexy has nothing to do with it. He's a renaissance man. Literate, creative, thoughtful. How can you possibly compare that to Raquel or Jennifer? Answer ... you can't.
Here are samples of my screensavers:
dreamy and romantic .... or
regular guy in a shirt ....
thoughtful and introspective.
Where, I ask you do you find anything remotely sexual or cheap? YOU DON'T.
Now ... here's Danny's wallpapers:
He tried to tell me that this one reminded him of me when I was young (eyes rolling) ... psshh ... everyone knows that I'm prettier than her.
and this one:
Wherein Jennifer thinks (to the extent she can think) ...&quo…