Just A Thought

September 30, 2008

What if the world was ruled by damn dirty apes?


It’s a Jeep Thang

September 23, 2008

In the early hours before dawn on the Thursday of my infamous birthday weekend, our doorbell chimed its melodious tune announcing the arrival of a visitor.  It was our across-the-street neighbor, and she’d come over to inform us that, while we slept in unknowing slumber, she’d misjudged the distance from our curb – all the way across the street – to her driveway and plowed into the back of my 1998 Red Jeep Cherokee Sport.

So ends the era of the Jeep. Today her insurance company called me and told me that it was a total loss as the amount of damage is more than the poor thing is worth.

That Jeep and me have been through a lot.  Blizzards in Colorado and torrential downpours in Missouri – two across three states moves in less than a year – the Jeep’s gender change, several fender benders (but only one that was my fault), quite a few speeding tickets, a new car and lots of good times.

I can’t help but feel this is my fault. After all, I’m the one that relegated her to the curb upon the new purchase of my silver shark.

I’m gonna miss that damn Jeep.

And while I felt for my neighbor that Thursday, today – I’m not liking her so much.


Someone Else To Catch This Drift

September 16, 2008

 
OMG… Megan Fox is HOT! And we share a similar outlook; Megan quoted in article saying, “”I just think that all humans are born with the ability to be attracted to both sexes.”

Read the full story:Megan Fox


Who Wants Palin?

September 15, 2008

This is what disturbs me: Headline: In Palin, GOP sees chances with swing voters

Those “swing voters” as they are dubbed in this article, who right now are not focusing on what Palin would mean to Americans, but instead are attracted to her “down-to-earth, working mom” appeal.


On The Wagon… Again

September 15, 2008

Eh gahds… I’ve gone back on the diet and exercise wagon again… because my WAIST is getting bigger… again. It’s always shocking when your pants and skirts get tighter at the waist and you think to yourself, “no c’mon! I’m not eating that much.”

Until you start that diet (fine, fine way of life) and start writing down everything you put in your mouth and assigning point values to it. Ah Weight Watchers, that new way of life. Then you can’t deny that you are, in fact, eating that much. Every chip and every cookie (or in my case, every breakfast burrito and pasta dish) you want to eat suddenly represents another point that won’t be available to you for the rest of the week.

You start remembering what real hunger feels like, as the stretch between LUNCH and DINNER seems like days instead of hours. But then you realize that hunger feels better than the heartburn you get after gorging yourself. You recognize that feeling satiated after a normal-sized meal feels bettter than the stuffed feeling you get after overdosing on pasta or pizza or carnitas smothered in green chili.

Inside a battle begins – enjoyment of your not stuffed feeling over the taste of all your old familiars. You realize just what food obsession really means as you have fantasies over peanut butter kisses and fettuccini alfredo – Totino’s frozen combination pizzas and Cheetos – your favorite breakfast burritos with a side of refried beans. And even if you enjoy a daily salad with some kind of protein at lunch, you start to resent that salad and its meager offerings of grass and veggies. Even if it is good for you.

I remember one time I was listening to this annoying healthy chick from California talk about food, and she actually said, “I eat to live, not live to eat.” And I loathed her… felt deep dislike for her and her skinny, tanned body. I imagined her spiked and roasting over a fire… which is just not a healthy image to have. Cause you know its just this much too close to cannibilism.

So, right. Here I am. Trying to remember what it felt like to be thinner, healthier than I have ever felt in my life, which was about two and half years ago. I am trying to ignore those voices in my head that are saying, “You ate in moderation, it is a governmental conspiracy that has you gaining weight, not the Mexican food you crave daily. Mexican food is healthy!”

I try to ignore how yummy those freshly made chocolate frosted raised donuts look at my local grocery store. I even tell myself someday, SOMEDAY I will learn how to eat in moderation and keep eating in moderation, so I can eat whatever I want and not have to stick to certain foods like I have to do now.

Someday. (sigh)

Right now, I really want a chocolate-frosted donut.


Today’s Happy, #8

September 14, 2008

Cost of cell phone (without any incentives):  $200+

Cost of monthly service:  $55

Sound of cell phone vibrating on counter as my nearest and dearest send me birthday wishes:  Priceless


Welcome to The World

September 14, 2008

keekah (aka Mon-Mon)

September 14, 1972

12:04 a.m.


Full Moon On The Rise

September 13, 2008

No way!

It’s a full moon weekend!  On MY birthday weekend!  SWEET!

You know what that means, right?

We all have to get nekkid tonight and dance around and howl at the moon!

C’mon… you know you wanna…

You guys know where I live… bring it!


The Lost Ones

September 12, 2008

**We interrupt the regularly schedule Mon-Mon Fest 2008/birthday weekend for some political drivel that belongs somewhere else but had to be said cause Mon-Mon was pissed. Warning: this is long and probably has little bearing to the world in general since it is all her own opinions**

I never blog about politics. I hate politics. Occasionally, I will envy those who are so politically active for all the right reasons because I hate politics so much.

It’s just that I’m so disillusioned.

I am disillusioned by our country, disenchanted by our political system, and I have very little hope in my heart that people make decisions – really important, life-changing, for-the-people decisions – for the right reasons anymore.

On late night earlier this week, newly Americanized Craig Ferguson stood up to the American people in his monologue and chastised the media for reporting on this political campaign like it was a fashion show or an episode of 90210 (or for you young folk, like it was an episode of Gossip Girl). He demanded of the American people to stand up and vote by their conscience and not by their party’s manipulative approach to campaigning.

Silently inside, I was in awe of the man. He is quite literally one of the funniest people on TV, and his show is an irreverent tribute to the man himself. So for him to set aside his silly nature and spend even just a few minutes talking about this serious topic… well it’s amazing and shows his true character. Silently inside, I cheered him on.

But the skeptic in me said out loud to a room full of kitties and to Jeffery, “Too bad, Craig, no one will listen to you.” Because people won’t vote for the right candidate. They won’t vote for what is right for this country. They won’t even for what is right for the themselves.

People are too easily swayed by the media and bad campaign tactics to the point that we, as a people, rarely can think for ourselves. I mean, really who saw Sarah Palin coming? I didn’t. I almost admire the Republican Party for being so savvy, so knowing, of what button to push to sway not only their party back to them, but even some of the liberals as well. All it took was a pretty woman, a pair of glasses, and a touch of lipstick (pun intended, you damn conservatives). Wah-lah! And the Republican Party is back in the running.

Conveniently forgotten is the last eight years, especially the really bad last four years of an inept Republican run government. Need to wipe out the bad taste of really bad decisions? Ta-da, Sarah Palin to the rescue. Has anyone questioned, I mean really questioned, if she is capable of the handling the job? Of running our country? Has anyone even questioned what she stands for and if what she stands for meets the needs of this country? Anyone?

Let’s just for one minute consider this 2008 election BP (before Palin) – remember the Democratic party? Remember how excited we all were about the possibilities Obama represented before he chose Biden? The possibility of getting out of the mess the Republican party got us into? Remember? Remember Bush? Remember how we all came together in our dislike for the choices he made and what those choices have done to our country? REMEMBER?

But Obama did choose Biden. I remember being surprised when I heard he’d bypassed Hillary Clinton as a running mate. I even remember thinking, Obama, what are you doing? She was your sure thing! Until I gave it some more thought. Until I considered who Biden was and what he represented not only to Obama, but to the American people. Experience – that which Obama is lacking, and more importantly, Biden brings balance to the democratic ticket at a critical time when we really need it.  When I considered these points I thought – no I felt – that Obama made the right choice. He was doing the right thing for the American people. Hillary was the better choice to win the election, but Biden, well he was the better choice for the good of the country. And for the first time in any election, I felt inspired. Maybe they aren’t all just politic hacks, I thought.

Now listen. I know this sounds like I’m a Democrat (I think I may have even signed up with the Democratic party back in the day, which is a Wednesday, by the way). But I do not claim affiliation to any party because both sides of the fence are self-serving, hypocritical blowhards that make me wish I didn’t even know about politics to begin with. I am not a HUGE Obama supporter who thinks he should win at all costs. Because to win at all cost means the people, that is us Americans, lose out. Nope, believe it or not, I want the right candidate to win.

I haven’t really decided who that right candidate is – but I have to say straight up, I don’t think the American people know either. I’m almost to the point where I believe we should let any other country but ourselves decided the fate of this election. Honestly, I have absolutely no faith in my fellow Americans. Not my fellow American women, who would vote for a candidate simply because he chose a female as his running mate. Not for my fellow African Americans, who would vote for a candidate simply because of the color of his skin (and yeah, I mean you Oprah! Shame on you!). And not for my fellow white male Americans, who had decades upon decades to set a better example for all of America.

I will vote this fall. No doubt about it. But I am taking Craig’s heed to vote by my conscience; his call to vote for who would best serve this country, these people and myself. Or at least, I will vote for the one who will fuck up the least for another four years. And I will feel like I do every election, that my vote won’t make a damn bit of difference. We’ve lost our way, people. We’ve lost our way.

**We now return you to the regularly scheduled Mon-Mon Fest 2008/birthday weekend**


Mirror, Mirror

September 11, 2008

Actual outfit seen on 16th Street Mall Bus this morning:

Yellow Straw Hat

Long Leather Black Jack

White Pants

White Socks

Black Flip Flops with yellowish strap – the strap went between the toes!

Do people even own mirrors these days?


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