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When Even Ajax Won’t Do
June 30, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Summer brings out the worst men in as much as it brings out the worst IN men. Standing in front of my mother’s house this evening, while discussing the latest in pop culture with the woman of the establishment, I was approached by a sidekick in a 4×4. I say “approached” when I’m starting to think I was stalked. I mean, riding up and down a street past the same house waiting for the right moment to wow them with your pick up line is considered stalkerish, right? I don’t know. I’m a little out of practice. And I say “sidekick” because he, the person wanting desperately to attract my attention, was in the passenger seat. When told how beautiful I was (he did have the courtesy to say the same to my mother, not that she’s not a good looking broad but sometimes the penis gets in the way of a man’s brain… I digress), he asked me my name. I told him the same name I give all prospective suitors. With a point of my finger to my wedding band, I let him know he was talking to the one, the only… Married. “No, no,” he clarified, “what is your NAME?” as if I did not hear him the first time. “Uh huh,” I continued, “I heard you. My name is Married.”
Amazing.
June 27, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
I think I just heard world peace somewhere in the distance. I love a happy ending. Also love random Air Control Guy just chillin’ there in the background. I think I see a tear behind those sunglasses, sir.
Projecting
June 26, 2008 by NaysWay · 2 Comments
A few days ago, the kids and I were stationary long enough to enjoy a movie in the living room. I can’t remember what we were watching but I do remember having the chance to observe the girls together. Having never had a sibling, I find their relationship interesting, weird and precious. Interesting because I’m a voyeur. I like to watch people interact with each other without having to talk to them myself. Precious because, well, they’re mine and it’s so stinkin’ cute. Then we get to weird. It’s mostly weird because I can never understand how you’re yelling at someone one minute then hugging and kissing them the next. I mean, I am married so I know that type of behavior exists. But among siblings, it is the basis of their relationship – the push and pull of opposite personalities.
Lost In Emotion
June 24, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
For the last few days, I’ve been sitting at my desk, in my house, staring. Staring at this site. Trying to figure it all out. Scrutinizing every detail. Twisting and turning the look of things. I just want to make this a place that, when I go to check it out or write a post, I go YEAH! That’s MY site. Right now, I’m not really feeling the connection. This feeling only pertains to the look of things. Not the content. I heard you walk out the door. Don’t do it.
Last night, I was preparing a profoundly analytical piece. Profound to me – and probably my mother – but profound nonetheless. And I sat back in my chair, arching my back, hands folded precariously over my head. And I sighed a heavy, chest-filled sigh. The kind that made my shoulders heave. And I realized, I’m not happy. I’m still just. Not. Happy. I can get crazy with my perfectionist ways, and no one knows this first hand more than my husband who at this same moment was standing at the ironing board, in the midst of my frustration, and kindly told me: “Stop.” Because, without saying a word, he knew I was on the precipice of a huge meltdown with this site. My irritation enveloped him only feet away and must have smelled of rotting flesh. But he was not deterred. He felt no need to stop what he was doing or stand on the desk and give me his dissertation on why perfection is useless, or why I need to stop stressing about things that take time to form, or how I always do this and things turn out better than I expect. This, I knew without saying, this mentality I have, this nagging desire to have everything just-so, is what is keeping me from writing my book or moving forward with a myriad of dreams in my life. Not because I don’t have the story. Not because there is no plot. Not because there is no, dare I say, talent. But because I am my own toughest critic. Always.
And I’d like to sometimes prove my husband wrong in his thinking that he, and only he, knows what I’m thinking before I think it. Not that I mind it. I’d just like to think after eleven years together, I still maintain some mystique. If only an ounce. I’m not asking for a lot here.
Que sera, que sera.
Cookie Abomination
June 20, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
My good friend (hi Kirby!) just directed me to last night’s Colbert Report. Love, love, LOVE Steve Colbert. Maybe even a little more than I love Jon Stewart. But that’s a pretty close call.
In last night’s episode, Colbert went pretty hard on the Cookie Monster who, in keeping up with the times and trends of today’s national food and health concerns, has added fruit to his obsessions. So hard, in fact, that the Cookie Monster himself felt the need to pay Colbert a visit to the set of his show:
| The Colbert Report | Mon – Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c | |||
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I don’t care if you have kids or not, how can you NOT find that hilarious?!
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