What Christmas Means to Momma (there is supposed to be a video in the big white box, however, please click on the title to see the video on YouTube)

It's the Christmas season

Okay, its the Christmas season--or whatever holiday you need to

celebrate in the Wintertime--and all I ask is that you don't freak

out and get way too angry or too sad or go off the deep end in any

way, PLEASE.
It's just Christmas--or whatever holiday you want to celebrate--so

don't trip. It's like this every year so spend reasonable amounts

of money. Try not to go into debt. I'm planning on taking my own

advice (ya know, physician heal thy self) and I am making a budget

and I am sticking to it.
This season brings out so many feelings and emotions in everyone.

Sometimes they are difficult to handle. Some of us have had

wonderful Christmases filled with toys and joy and food and love

and everything. Some of us have had Christmases filled with

fighting, empty boxes and balled up wrapping paper from gifts that

were not even on our lists.
Let us adults provide a perfect Christmas Day for the children in

our lives. They deserve it. They have to put up with so much more

ick in this world. It has changed since we were kids. They have the

world and the war to deal with and everything.
All we had to do is live.
So please celebrate Christmas and the all important New Year with

glee but with not so much trepidation (\trep-uh-DAY-shuhn\, noun:

1. [Archaic] An involuntary trembling; quaking; quivering. 2. A

state of dread or alarm; nervous agitation; apprehension; fright).
Let us all put on our happy faces for our holiday and then fall out

in some kind of stupor in March or something--if it's all over by

then. (Notice I included Valentine's Day in all of this. It's a

long stretch after that. The first warm spring breeze is all we

have to look forward to after the holidays.)
Talk to ya quick,
Ms. McCloud
P.S. A napster gift card never hurt anyone (hint)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving and happy birthday to my sister-in-law Maria and congratulations to she and Kevin on the newest member to our family, Kiah. (am i spelling her name right?)
Now, if you are looking for my normal rant and soap-box murmurings, stop because I'm not doing it. We are now entering the holiday season and we all have to be greatful and happy about something. So, no more on-line whining about whatever. Be happy and promote well-being amongst your peers. Besides, I'm a little sleepy.

Whass been goin on

Y'all would not BELIEVE the ____ I have been going through lately. And, of course, it is mostly self-caused.
That one guy I used to talk about all the time won't talk right to me anymore so I gave up and I'm too busy anyways. So I mostly just work and these guys that I meet want to know why I don't have a boyfriend. They are poking around trying to figure out what is wrong with me. (where will they start?) I told one guy the problem is that I talk too much, I'm hardheaded and don't like being bossed around so I have no man. He started bossing me around so I left.

By the way, the most popular link on my Web site, http://photosmidwest.blogspot.com is the "Drunk As Hell" link to all of the photos of tore-up folk. Go check it out.

Compromise

It's good to compromise, find a common ground in which to settle differences. However, too much compromise can be dangerous. Sometimes we can bargain away any glue and legs we have keeping you upright. Before you know it, you're a pool of _____ lying in the middle of the floor. People are stepping over you and whatnot.
So compromise with caution and wisdom but above all, compromise.
Oh, and by the by: Happy birthday Nicie
And another thing: That Olay Nighttime Regenerist Serum really works. It costs like $19 at the store (I go to Walgreen all the time)
Hey can the company send me some free samples of all of the Regenerist products? I'm in love.

Compromise

It's good to compromise, find a common ground in which to settle differences. However, too much compromise can be dangerous. Sometimes we can bargain away any glue and legs we have keeping you upright. Before you know it, you're a pool of _____ lying in the middle of the floor. People are stepping over you and whatnot.
So compromise with caution and wisdom but above all, compromise.
Oh, and by the by: Happy birthday Nicie!

Compromise

It's good to compromise, find a common ground in which to settle differences. However, too much compromise can be dangerous. Sometimes we can bargain away any glue and legs we have keeping you upright. Before you know it, you're a pool of _____ lying in the middle of the floor. People are stepping over you and whatnot.
So compromise with caution and wisdom but above all, compromise.

I got another job

I haven't been writing on my blog because I got a job. Now, I'm the not-broke-that-much diva!
Chow bella

Broke Diva (copyright LJM 2006)

I have never bought any stock or reaped any great financial benefits from keeping my nails done, wearing colored contacts, three-inch heels and hair down to my waist but yet I continue to do it.
I buy clothes that can only be worn to a nightclub because if I wore it to the office the boss would want to either send me home or take me home right away.

I am a Diva but I am a Broke Diva.

What if I removed the nail tips (New York manicure courtesy of Hollywood Nails in Griffith, IN) and the waist long stick straight brown hair with light brown streaks? What if I put my clear contact lenses in instead of the amethyst ones I wear?
How would my public receive me then?
(What if I stopped referring to the people that I meet each day as my public?)
What if, with revamped attitude in hand, I reintroduced myself to the world as just plain old Woman? You know, the real me. The me that my friends know. The one they've been knowing since the seventh and eighth grade? Plain old me.
I would be so boring. No one would pay any attention to me. I'd look just like any other woman walking down the street. My nails would revert to the hideous nubbs I once wore. (man hands--ewww)
My hair would just lay there in a layered bob of sorts--you know the mommy/working woman/ housewife hairstyle we have all worn at some point until we got that really great haircut.
The changes I speak of would certainly thrill my family. Although, I wonder if they too have gotten used to noticing my hair before noticing me. I'm sure it lends a certain excitement to their day figuring out how I'll look each day.
HMMMM.... (I'm actually thinking right now, watching the cursor blink.)
Nah, Broke Diva shall reign forever and ever because I like her too.

She's like this past model chick that never modeled but just thought she could, that's all fat and stuff but still has that cheery personality and lots of stories about celebrity sightings and stuff. And she's always into stuff. She seems to lead a very exciting life filled with intrigue, danger and lots and lots of turmoil. (really most of her time--like everyone else's--is spent keeping up appearances)

Yeah, I like Broke Diva and I think I'll keep her. Hey, maybe I'll give her some money so that she's not so broke anymore.
Then she can just be Diva.
(this is me thinking about where I can get a second job, watching the cursor blink)

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