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La La Land

My new word is la la land. Everyone is from la la land lately. I had a great honeymoon, I got away from everyone except my baby and was able to relax and see new things and meet new people. And when I got home I was still feeling good. Still am, but as soon as I talk to a certain someone I can feel my good mood slipping away. I can feel the happiness being sucked out of me, and I wonder how this happened to her. How did she become a person like that? And more interestingly, how did I not?

Hmmmm.

Ring Ring Ring.

Instantly the conversation is about her, her likes, dislikes, interests, disinterests, problems etc. I am but an ear who answers the phone. I sometimes feel like I am only called because I will listen and not because she cares what I have to say back. She has a way of attempting to put me down, and I ignore it, because once you confirm it, she is instantly tickeled pink and then drowns on and on about how that is "your own insecurities and don't put them on me". When really she just wants to know that she got to you. Again, why do I answer the phone? So I brush off her jabs, her snotty responses and continue to listen to her blind search for compliments in every sentence. It gets tiring, it really does.

Most of the conversation is about herself. She mixes in a bit about pop culture like a teenager, and then it goes back to how she doesn't understand this or that about men. I offer my limited knowledge on the subject, which she immediatly rebuffs with "what do you know about dating, you've been with Steve for years". In an attempt to make me feel as though that "wasn't dating". Its obnicious, its rude, and its condesending. Again, why do I answer the phone?


So the conversation takes a quick turn to me, and how we should get together for my bithday, but she is soooo busy. She gives me dates that she "can't do it" saying "she'll be out of town". I, at this point, wonder if she just wants me to say "oh where are you going?" or feel bad that she can't squeeze me in, or flattered that she asks. But really, I just don't give a damn.

All of this is too much for me. I am still feeling the effects of a wonderful honeymoon and vacation. I don't need this excessive talking. It makes me think of this post where it explains about preserving your selfesteem.
A few points I found applicable:
#4. Don’t put up with crap.
There is no reason you should tolerate other people being mean to you. Even if they say they are doing it with love. Make sure people know they should be nice to you and if they refuse, walk away from them.

#5. Drop your negative friends.
Hang out with people who are positive and support you. It may be fun to bitch and moan but if you hang out with these types of people you will eventually become one of them. You may have noticed that people who bitch and moan are never happy.

Just thinking about all of this makes me tired.

While I Was Honeymooning...

We went on our honeymoon last week. We had the most wonderful time in the world and met some really great people. While we were on our trip, I knew we were living one of those types of memories you always look back to and smile about. I may never see our new friends and all the wonderful people we met again, but I hope to.

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My Sentiments Exactly, 2

I thought this blog was great. Soooo something I would be contemplating.

Our Wedding Mass

Let me first start off by saying, my wedding day was the most wonderful day of my life. I wouldn't have it anyother way. I enjoyed EVERY second of it.

Those that are catholic {or that arent'} sometimes dread the Catholic Mass. Its long, you stand and sit, stand and sit. ect. But it is beautiful when done right. And ours was. The music was beautiful, the flowers were beautiful, our preist was amazing, the long aisle was goregous and my cathedral lenght veil was the icing on the cake.

If your gonna do it, do it big. And we did. Here are a few of our mass components.

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Our First Reading:
Genesis 2:18-24

The LORD God said: "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a suitable partner for him."

So the LORD God formed out of the ground various wild animals and various birds of the air, and he brought them to the man to see what he would call them; whatever the man called each of them would be its name.
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The man gave names to all the cattle, all the birds of the air, and all the wild animals; but none proved to be the suitable partner for the man.
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So the LORD God cast a deep sleep on the man, and while he was asleep, he took out one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. The LORD God then built up into a woman the rib that he had taken from the man. When he brought her to the man, the man said: "This one, at last, is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; This one shall be called 'woman,' for out of 'her man' this one has been taken."

That is why a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and the two of them become one body.

Our Second Reading
1 Corinthians 12:31-13:8a

If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.

And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing.
If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, it is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.

It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

Our Gospel Reading
Matthew 7:21, 24-29

Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, 10 but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven.

Everyone who listens to these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and buffeted the house. But it did not collapse; it had been set solidly on rock. And everyone who listens to these words of mine but does not act on them will be like a fool who built his house on sand. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and buffeted the house. And it collapsed and was completely ruined."

When Jesus finished these words, the crowds were astonished at his teaching, for he taught them as one having authority, and not as their scribes.

Great Quote III

Read a great quote on a great blog.

Within you
lies a power
greater than what
lies before you.

~Rhonda Blake

I'm Married!!!!!

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Still Love the Godfather, more and more

In all three films, the real Sicily fails to live up to this mythic image. The true Sicily is no paradise, but a place haunted by blood feuds and barbaric violence. In fact, every Sicilian journey culminates in a dramatic act of violence: the killing of Apollonia in The Godfather, the death of Vito’s entire family at the beginning of Part II, the subsequent revenge killing of Don Ciccio later in the film, and the murder of Mary in Part III. Ironically, it is the Corleones’ failure to escape from, rather than to, Sicily that prevents them from leaving their violent past behind. After all, Sicily, despite its rural charms and enticing vistas, is still the ancestral home of the Mafia.


"I always thought of THE GODFATHER as the story of a great king with three sons. The oldest was given his passion and aggressiveness; the second, his sweet nature and childlike qualities; and the third, his cunning and coolness."
—FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA

Love this Song, three

The Classics

If you're a dago girl like me, you'll love this shit. Rock on!

Laverne & Shirley, Lucy and Ethel, Oprah and Gayle

Oprah: How else can you explain a level of intimacy where someone always loves you, always respects you, admires you? Wants the best for you in every single situation of your life. Lifts you up. Supports you. Always! That's an incredibly rare thing between even the closest of friends. "as one soul in two bodies, when we are together the world feels right"

This post is on a lighter note than the one before about my argument with Steve.


"If I were Oprah, she'd be my Gayle", i told my sister. My sister didn't' seem interested, just thankful that someone else can listen to my obsessive rambling and illogical interests in things. No one can take the place of my sister, she is my sister, the closest genetic match to myself {how could I NOT love her?}. But there is a calm that comes over me now when I talk to her. She understands me, without judgement, she really wants the best for me. ~and she always has, I just never saw it.


Our argument, sooo many years ago, was all my fault. Looking back I see it now. And I probably knew it then too, I was just too stubborn to realize it, too much pride to admit what I did was wrong, and too insecure to bite the big one, and apologize. But Christina had a dream, a little over a year ago, about me, and her Aunt Mary, who is psychic, told her that I needed her, that I was in trouble and needed her to help me. So Christina found my email address on the Internet and emailed me. The rest is history. And after all these years, we picked right back up where we left off. Laverne and Shirley. Lucy and Ethel. Oprah and Gayle.


I don't really know what I would do without her friendship now. Her Aunt Mary was right, I was in trouble, and now I've got my partner in crime back. ~so glad!

Everyone Just Wants To Be Loved, Too

No, its not just you.

Everyday I try to tell myself it will get better, its an adjustment, keep on keeping on. And everyday, as if I am being cursed by God things get harder. I really cant take it anymore.

Last night it was something again. And all day I tried to stay positive and happy, and upbeat and -you know, not myself. Thinking maybe, maybe, just maybe its IS me. And I come home and there is someone here, again. And if it was an isolated incident I wouldn't have minded. But this week I specifically asked for no friends to be over b/c we have sooo much work to do. And what happens? He had his cousins over on Monday and wed. He finds away around it all the time. And Friday his friend from New Jersey is coming in for his bachelor pty on Sat. And Sunday will be a wasted day because he will be hung over and so will all of his friends that will be crashing here, on my couch, again.

His priorities are fucked up. Bottom line. He has some nerve saying I should be happy with this big home that he gave me. Well, I didn't ask for the home, he did, and I didn't ask for the patio, he did, and I didn't ask for the tv, he did, and I didn't ask HIM to marry ME. He did. Possessions are not enough. I want HIM back. The him that he seemed to be, before I moved in.

So last night, that was it. I lost it. You know the kind of crying that takes over your body and forces you to run from the room with your head in your hands? That was me. He told me that his friend {from the marines} who is coming up from GA is going to stay with us on Sunday and Monday. The day after our wedding. YEP, that's the straw that broke the camel's back. He saw nothing wrong with it. I lost it. I cried and cried, and basically became the bad guy. I don't know why that bothers me, I am always the bad guy.

Its like his Uncle said to me: Steve, he is already married, to his friends.

That's My Dad

Yesterday was father's day, so I want to give a shout out to my Daddy. Yes, I still call him that. And I think he kinda likes it too.

It's important to remember that every woman you meet has a Dad, and every little girl you see, will be a Woman one day too. Its like that boring John Mayer song. I don't like John Mayer, but you get my drift.

As a child, I had the kind of Dad that would carry you on his shoulders, so I could see, he'd buy me ice cream from the ice cream man, he'd dance with me at weddings, he'd tackle and tickle me when we played "football", he'd tie my shoes, and brush my hair, and zip my jackets. I had the kind of Dad that would set up the slip and slide and let me squirt him with the hose and break water balloons on him. I had the kind of Dad that would ride bikes with me and give me baths at night. I had the kind of Dad that would tell me stories of his adventures, and let me come to work with him. I had the kind of Dad that would give me "the stare" and my back would straighten. I had THAT kind of Dad, and I am lucky. Ya know what?, I still Do.
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My Dad is the most amazing person I know. There is nothing he can not do. He has amazed me my whole life with his abilities to fix things, break things, invent things, destroy things, make things and buy things, over and over. When I was a little girl my dad would tuck me in at night and sprinkle fairy dust on me so I could sleep. And I truly believe it worked. I always sleep better on Dad's watch. When I think of how hard he worked so I could eat, sleep, and play it brings tears to my eyes. There is noone alive that would give as much. When I was a little girl and I would get thirsty at night, I'd lay in bed and call out, "daddy, can I have a glass of water?" And he'd somehow hear me, and somehow stumble to the kitchen, and somehow come back with a nice cup of water. He is my hero.

My Dad taught me most everything I know. He taught me how to swear, how to scream, how to be mean, how to dance, how to sing, how to laugh, how to love. My Dad is the strongest man I know. There is nothing he can't lift, nothing he can't see, nothing he can get. He always believed in me. He never gave up on me. His tenacity is what has brought me here. He has never stopped parenting me. And I'm glad about that.

My Dad is my Hero. Plain and simple, there is noone that would ever do more for me. Except maybe my mom. ;) Love ya Dadddy.

The Countdown

I walk down the asile in...13 days. OMG!

And anyone that has planned a wedding knows what I am going through now. Seating, Programs, favors, paying everyone... but I swear to God, if ANYONE says ANYTHING about the time of the ceremony AGAIN, I will go fucking balistic.


...Ahhhhh, now I feel better. I'm happy happy bride again.

Love this Song, too

Still loving the Timabland, Nelly Futado, Justin Timberlake Song.

Fragile Hearts

Can be broken.

Sometimes I stare at people a little too long, like after the initial smile and nod, they turn slightly away, but sometimes I still watch them. I begin to notice things about them. I see their weaknesses, their fragileness, their softness, their worries and their insecurities. Most of the time it makes me sad, and makes me want to give them {what I like to call} a Fiderio Hug. Which is a big big hug, with a simultaneous pat pat pat on the back, developed by the only one I know that could truly give the most giant of hugs, my Grama Fiderio. Even on her dying day, as a 12 yr old girl, she reached over and hugged me so tightly, you would never know she was dying. She made me instantly feel better, not as scared, and it left an indullable mark on my body as well as my heart. I try always to hug like that.

My point is i feel things, like intuitively about people. Like that they are sad, even when they smile and laugh, like that they hurt, so deeply by looking at their eyes, like when someone says something sooo sweet, but their eyes cut you underneath. I pick up on those things. And really you would think it was a good thing, but it makes me sad alot, and it makes me angry, or it changes my opinion of them, because there is more there than meets the eye, that others don't see. And Steve is always saying that he doesn't understand HOW I get so upset from things...but when you look at someone, you can see their heart. And some have fragile hearts.

My cousin's heart is very fragile, she is very emotional and sentimental, but often puts on the air of a fun loving person, with out a care. But she's not. She has always been my hero, and the first day I realized that she wasn't all craziness and laughter, I think I realized we had so much more in common than I thought. I think she sees peoples hearts too, when she looks at them. But her heart is breaking, bleeding, aching, and there is nothing worldly we can give her, for her pain is sooo great, that all she can do is rise above, and grow. But she's not there yet, she's holding on, to the best of her abilities, but theres a long way to go. And I see it every time I look at her.

And some don't care.

Those that will remain nameless are spoiled little brats. They say the world has been sooo cruel to them, but they have never been with out clothes or shoes, or a roof. They may not have had name brands {and our culture tells us that that =s poor}, but they have never really needed anything that they didn't have. People that collect things, have spare change. And good for them. But they come here and get mad that the food has been put away, and that dinner is over. They get mad that they aren't the ones playing the video games, and they act like little babies and wrap themselves up in my blankets and go to sleep with their feet in my throw pillows.

I call them brats because that's what they act like. And their hearts should be heavy with guilt and sadness, but they are more concerned with getting a burger, than they are with the life they washed away. God bless them, as my mother would say, because they don't know how fragile the ground they walk on really is.


Fragile hearts can be broken, too.

Words of Music

Great Words About Music I found on a great blog.

Have you noticed though that if you listen to a song in the rain, it sounds and feels different? It’s heavier. More meaningful. And the lyrics begin to sink in. Certain songs were meant to be played in the rain. Or at night. Or in the city. Or in the Summer. Or in transition. Sometimes to forget. Sometimes to hold on. Songs for beginnings, or ends. For sad, or angry, or beautiful.

All good songs are better songs in the right mood.

And then, like magic, that’s when a stranger's poetry becomes my story, for me. And your story, for you. And then music is simple no longer - because our stories are never simple.

Love this Song

Love Love Love the Bone and Akon song.
Shout out to Cleveland!



"It's like I'm taking 5 steps forward and 10 steps back, trying to get ahead of the game, but I can't seem to get it on track, and I keep running away from the ones that say they love me the most how could I create the distance when it's suppose to be close and uh, I just don't know but I be out here fighting demons and, it's like a curse that I can't shake this part of Cleveland and lord, would you help me? and stop this pain I keep inflicting on my family hustling gambling, tricking and scamming scrambling and losing sight of what I'm suppose to be handling, it's hard to manage cause everyday's a challenge and man I'm slipping can't lose my balance I'm trying not to panic."

Nada, Niente, Nessuno

Nothing Today. Low on inspiration I guess.

~toodles~

Givers and Takers

There are 2 kinds of people on earth that I mean, those are the people who lift and the people who lean.

Just another great quote about people who take and never give. People who live off other people and never help out. The people who walk around like they are god's gift, and then rip others for being different. It takes all kinds my friend, it takes all kinds.

But if we should elaborate for a few...the givers and the takers... I hate people who take, and take and take, and when you say enough is enough, they call you selfish. They call you rude and they say you are a bad person. I don't buy this shit anymore. I'm a giver, I give and fucking give and get rudeness and bitchiness and people take more than I offer. So I figured out too just stop giving to those people that are chronic takers. I'm all about holding a door for a stranger, but I always seem to have them slam in my face on the way out.

Great Quote III

"My father said there were two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better."
~Marlo Thomas

Just Take A Pill

And get over it.

With a large gulp of water, the scariness will be gone. You will be back to normal. Whatever that is for you now. Fuuhh, you lucked out on that one, didn't cha?

I unfortunately must have been born with an abnormal gag reflex. I can't swallow large pills -at all. I can't hardly swallow small ones, so I chew baby aspirin and I try never to get sick. I hope I'm a lucky senior citizen, cause I know my grama takes tons of pills everyday. So, I can't take a pill to ease my pain as easily as the next person. I'm not going to reference the inspiration behind this post, but I did post about this before. All I can say is, I hope that is one bitter pill to swallow.

Like Minded People

I think it was my dad who told me, or maybe it was an old professor, or maybe it was some guy at church...but whoever it was, I find myself more and more, feeling as though they were "dead on balls accurate". The search of Like Minded People.

The theory of Like Minded People:
~Search out those who are of like mind, who think similarly to you and befriend them.
~Rationale: Like Minded People share the same sets of morals and values as you do. Their priorities and preferences coincide with those you have. When choosing friends, life partners, and possibly even careers it is best to go with those that fit nicely into your life.

Now, I'm all for a meeting of the minds. Brainstorming sessions to come up with alternatives and other ideas. I'm all for sitting down with someone completely different and getting to know them. I like meeting new people and stuff. Most of the people I am friends with, are not like minded people with me. But I find common ground with everyone.

What the Like Minded People Theory helps me with is when I'm distressed and feel alone in the world it gives me a place to go home to. A group of people that, although we may be different, there is a common thread that runs though us, grounds us, and keeps us sane. I need these people, just as much as the world needs lots of different people.

Anyone Want This Unwanted Baby?

Cheerios get softer -quicker here. Some how they just do. I don't really know why. Oh well, back to my thoughts.



Anyone want an unwanted baby? The answer of course is yes. Millions of people want a baby, can't conceive, talk to their drs., their ministers, their mothers. They cry, and cry. They either opt to TRY to adopt a child or they go for the all expensive fertility help, or resign to the fact that they may be childless forever. No one in my immediate family had had fertility problems. ~I think. All of my cousins have children. My dad's sisters had 7 and 6 children. And from what I know they ALL had more than one as well. My dad's mother had 4, 2 were even twins. Pretty lucky, I guess. And then there was my mom's mom, she only had 2, and my mom only had 2, but that's just because she didn't want anymore after she met my sister {I kid, I kid}. So my point is God willing, I won't have trouble when my time comes. But my Grama does tell me that I'm unhealthy, I don't eat red meat, or fruits and veggies, or protein, I tan, in tanning beds {GASP} and am around 2nd hand smoke. But over all, I'm pretty healthy. ...blah blah blah, on to my point.

Unwanted babies. That's right. I know a couple who have one {hell don't we all}, but I also know a couple that hasn't had IT. They are young, ridiculously stupid, and immature. But aren't' we all at 18? I know I was. So basically these 2 babies, now are expecting a baby. But they just want this messy little problem to go away. So I haven't heard the latest, but that's what they are doing. To quote, "I mean, it will be hard and shit, but she'll get over it". -ummm, talk to anyone, you never really get over it. But they don't want to hear my perspective. Because to me its a life, and I'm pretty sure to anyone who has EVER gotten pregnant, its a life, even if they don't choose to have it.

But {I say this sarcastically of course} sure do hope they get this thing over with, I mean the Cavs ARE in the finals, and he's gotta get back to Halo 3! Cause this baby is certainly putting a damper on my summer plans as well, I mean, I got sooo much cool shit going on too. But not half as much as them.


Poor Little Life. Someone wants you, just not the right people.

Here Again

Well I've arrived here again. Lost and lonely. How is that possible? Every other day it seems, I'm here, in this special place. Maybe that says something and I'm too dumb to hear it. Maybe, the one time I should listen, should analyze and should think, I just...don't? Maybe I'd just rather waste my time typing this blog post? I don't know.


I sit alone, shouldn't have eaten, cause my stomach is in a knot, feeling uneasy, as his moods change, and his attitude worsens, and his snide comments grow less snide and more direct. I get sicker and sicker to my stomach. I want to go home, but there is no home anywhere for me. I'm lost and alone. I'm a failure, at everything I try. Why oh why?

I feel like a child again, when my dad would get mad and scream and yell and I'd hide under my bed begging God for him to stop and just be nice again. I'd pretend under my bed was another world. Oh how I wish it were. Is God trying to tell me something? Why am I the brunt of this? Why am I the one, even when I did nothing wrong, am I being punished? That's how it feels, for what its worth.

I realized today I'm an adult and can't take care of myself. I can't function properly. I'm a wreck. Or maybe I can function, just not very well. But it was clear to me today, that all I have ever really tried at has been f*cked up somehow and I never really A'ced the tests. Isn't it wonderful to have someone tell you that about yourself? I guess women really do marry men like their fathers.

Funny Email

A Woman's Love Poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

A Man's Love Poem

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course
and loves to send me fishing & hunting.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

"Where's My Baby?"

"My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or have a child. We can't decide whether to ruin our carpets or ruin our lives."
-- Rita Rudner

So, funnny. I was again pouring my cereal into my bowl {yes, pre-coffee} and I poured a'lil bit too much. No problem, give it to the dog I thought. And then it occured to me I don't have a dog. My dod died last year in august, right after I got engaged. I held her as she died, because I told her I would never leaver, never ever. And I never did. I am proud of myself for that one.

And then a miraculous thing happened, my parents got another dog last October. And she was cute and smart and sweet and all of those things puppies are. But she wasn't Sugar. And isn't that what we were all looking for on some level? Sugar was gone and our new puppy solidified that. Diva was here now. Sugar's old toys were adopted by her and she even lays in Her "spots" around the house. But the biggest thing Diva did to show us she wasn't Sugar, wasn't Sugar, was be stingy with the kisses. Diva, didn't give kisses like Sugar. Sugar would love to kiss and sit on your lap and look dreamily into your eyes. We were her world. And Diva, well Diva had a whole new world to explore, and she didn't have the time for TONS of kisses. If Diva came up to you, its because she'd rather bite your nose then give kisses. Trust me watch your face.

So Diva, needed "classes" because she was such a dominant doggie. So my parents did that, and Diva still peed and bit and then one day, after much anguish, Diva stopped being bad. Just like that. And she is such a good dog, so different from Sugar, with such a cute happy little friendly personality as opposed to Sugar's controlling, and some what snotty personality. Diva wants to be your friend, go places, do things while Sugar wanted to sit on your lap, give you kisses and watch tv.

Then Diva got "fixed". And the poor baby had her due claws taken off. And she hurt soooo badly. But Diva isn't a baby, she still wanted to take walks and run and play, even with that funky collar on. So the other day I noticed Diva liked it when I rubbed her belly around her stitches. Just like Sugar, Sugar loved her belly rubbed. But Diva never did. And now she LOVES it. She gives kisses more and more, and even comes when I say "where's my baby?" ~she knows that's her. She's our baby.

But Diva lives with my parents and I live here now. And I don't see her everyday anymore. And I want a puppy so bad. But I can't take care of one right now. Maybe next year, after the wedding. I don't know. But I want a doggie to give my extra cereal to, and take on walks and get kisses from. I can't help it. I'm a dog person.

"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion"
-- Unknown

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

Steak~Eating Girls

I had a dream last night/early morn., and I dreamed that some ultra hip, ultra "aware" girl and her friend were here in Steve's home and basically telling him how I'm not the right one for him. They were traveled, roller coaster riding, steak eating girls and I was inflamed. In the dream, I entertained them, until it got to be too much, after they brought a bush from Tuscany, I threw it outside in the back yard and all the dirt spilled out of its pot, and then I jumped on the damn thing until it was ruined. I also pulled a gun on them, {called it a glock} and thanked God it was "cold". But they still persisted, so I had to shoot the friend so that the one that wanted Steve {and he seemed to want her too} would realize I was serious here. But even though she was shot, she didn't bleed she just slouched over on the floor by the fireplace. And as Steve sided with them, basically explaining all the things I don't do like SHE would do I hit him and punched him and yelled and swore at him. I told him go ahead and leave me a month before our wedding, and hang out with this girl. Go ahead u can have him.

I wonder what all this meant? I will have to do a dream analysis on it. hmmmm.

As My Cereal Gets Soft

A morning without coffee is like sleep.
~Author Unknown


I get my coffee.

Which getting, before coffee is a feat of mass porportions for me. If you only knew...I can barely type even now! So because I had to put a garbage bag IN the garbage can, I got a little behind in my morning routine. And then I had to fight with the frig to let me get the milk out and not drop it ~again. Which of course almost happened. So, alas as my coffee "brewed" I poured out the last of my whole grain cheerios into my bowl, and because I'm obsessed with the Milk "going bad" I quickly poured some into the bowl. WELL, then I had to fill the sugar bowl up~again. Because Steve decided to have coffee yesterday {had he not this wouldn't have been a problem, but somewhere in my prehistoric precoffee mind this is a huge deal} I had to refill. Soooo, by the time I got my coffee all situated, turned on this computer, and did everything else just to drink the f*cking thing ,my cereal got soft.

Which seriously people, tastes like shit.

I don't have a problem with caffeine. I have a problem without caffeine! ~Author Unknown

I Know I Am, But What Are You?

I'm Yellow, what r u?

YELLOW

You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.

Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!

Steve is Aqua. This quiz is right on.

AQUA

You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.

Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!

Quotes That Made Me Laugh...for One Reason or The Other...

Here we are at the 21st century, but where's the world of the future we were always told about? Where are the flying cars? Where are the robots doing our housework? Where are the people zippingaround in jetpacks? I'm sorry, but clapping my lights on and off doesn't cut it.
-radio advertisement

Walls for the wind,
a roof for the rain
and tea beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you,
those you love near you
and all that your heart might desire.
-Irish Blessing

May you live a thousand years, and I, one day less, so that I might never know the world without the pleasure of your company.
-Hungarian wedding toast

Danny: Sir, I love your daughter and I want to marry her. That's why I'm calling.
Jack: First of all, Danny, the truth is this is just a courtesy call. Like when you say to your neighbor, "We're having a loud party on Saturday night if that's all right with you." What you really mean is, "We're having a loud party on Saturday night."
Danny: Mr. Bristow -
Jack: Sydney doesn't give a damn what my opinion is. What interests me is that you do.
Danny: It's just a custom to call the father, that's all this is.
Jack: Well, then, I'll tell you what. I may become your father-in-law, that's just fine. But I will not be used as part of a charming little anecdote you tell your friends at cocktail parties so they can see what a quaint, old-fashioned guy Danny really is. Are we clear?
Danny: Yes, sir.
Jack: Good. Then welcome to the family.
- Alias

~Family Quotes~
Michael Corleone: That's my family, Kay. It's not me.

George Bailey: You call this a happy family? Why do we have to have all these kids?

Greg: Dharma, I love your family very much. But my father is going to bludgeon your father to death with a brick, and I'm going to let him.

Kitty Forman: Red's mother is coming.
Midge Pinciotti: What's that pet name she has for you?
Kitty Forman: Whore.

Ally (to a stranger who bumped into her): Hey, no don't say you're sorry when you're not sorry, you didn't even look up and see who you bumped into. What if I was an old lady? I could have fallen down and broken a hip. I could be lying on my back in some HMO, my lungs filling up with phlegm till I'm on life support draining my family of every last cent of their inheritance while I, I asphyxiate on my own dried mucous, no don't say you're sorry when you're not sorry.

Clark: Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
-Christmas Vacation

Cosmo: There I was in prison. And one day I help a couple of older gentlemen make some free telephone calls. They turn out to be, let us say, good family men.
Martin Bishop: Organized crime?
Cosmo: Hah. Don't kid yourself. It's not that organized.

Al Capone: I want this guy dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burned to the ground! I want to go there in the middle of the night and piss on his ashes!

But the problem is that when I go around and speak on campuses, I still don't get young men standing up and saying, 'How can I combine career and family?'
-Gertrude Stein

Rings of Love

Its getting close, they keep saying, and my palms get sweaty, and I get that feeling inside my stomach. Its getting close...

Can't stop time. It keeps running and running. But maybe just maybe I can press pause...just for a min. or 2?

After much internal debate about my name {see other postings}, my self identity, I realized one thing. You don't loose yourself. You take yourself with you where ever you go. Look in the mirror, there you are. No matter what, I will be here, Genna isn't going anywhere.

On that note we have to buy wedding rings...

Bombay Etc

Saw some finds again that inspire me at Bombay. These pics are from the outlet store. This bed kind a looks like mine...hmmm. NO, Not That One. The 4 Poster Bed!

Great Quote II

It's only with the heart that one see's rightly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.

Heart Light, Eyes Open, Ears Tuned In, Mouth Shut

I was typing something and this damn thing shut down. So I don't know what the fuck I wanted to say. Something about being positive and happy and all that bullshit, but the truth is I'm pissed off today. Does the world have a second to listen to me bitch? Didn't think so. Well I'm going to anyway.

Rudeness vs Honesty 101

There is a difference between honesty and rudeness. Bottom line. Maybe some don't think so but I'll clearly explain it:
1) Rudeness is saying whats on your mind, no matter how it effects the other person.
2) Honesty is when you say the truth, so that it is fair and the other person is given the facts of the situation.
3)Rudeness doesn't come from a "good" place inside yourself. It comes from that ugly monster that jealousy, envy, hate, greed and insecurity feeds.
4) Honesty is meant usually to help the situation, make life easier, clear things up so that everyone can move on to a more productive point.
5)I read a quote somewhere and its at home so I'll paraphrase: Rudeness is a weak man's imitation of strength. Only the weak can be cruel, gentleness can only be expected from the strong.

Hope I summed it up. If I can find the quote I'll add it. If you have to say every thought that flies into your mind and out your mouth don't be surprised if other people don't like what you've got to say. Who the fuck are you to say whatever you want and expect everyone to step in line? I don't get it. Did it ever occur to you that others actually have more going on between their two ears than whatever you got to say at this very moment? Some people have unbearable pain and suffering and don't even mention it. Keep you big mouth shut. As my first grade teacher told me once "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep your fucking mouth shut".

Flip Flops

I bought these flip flops from target for the bridesmaids to wear at the reception as part of their gifts. Hope it works.

Bombay Goods

I love these lamps and stuff at Bombay.



And this one from Bombay Outlet

Target Finds

I love these cool things from Target.

My Sentiments Exactly

I'd like to run away
From you,
But if you didn't come
And find me ...
I would die.
~ by Shirley Bassey ~

Only So Far

People will do things for you, but only so many.
People will travel for you, but only so far.
People will help you, but only so much.
People will be honest with you, but only for themselves.
People will say things that they shouldn't and blame it on your bond. Then they will be surprised as you cry.
People will stand next to you in the sun, while everyone is admiring. Who will be the first to run, when the rain comes?

When you find the ones who will go to the mat for you, hold on to them.
They are few and far between.
I can predict what my enemies will do, but I never thought to watch my friends.
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My Mom's Birthday

Was yesterday, May 15th. All your babies, big and small, love you mom.

Want A Furry Baby?!

So...I'm considering what kind of doggie I would want. This week its a Havanese. Here are some pics from a breeder in Las Vegas.

Great Quote

I got this quote from another blog. I love it.
“The cure for anything is salt water:
Sweat, Tears or The Sea.”

Beautiful Wedding

We went to a beautiful wedding in New Jersey this past weekend. It was such a fun trip. Everything was great, and we met a lot of new people. I thought it would suck being alone while steve was in the wedding party, but I lucked out by hanging out with and meeting some very nice people my own age. It worked out nicely, I wasn't alone at all. Here's some pics of their day. Congrats again, Kelly and Steve.

Funny Blog 2

Words of advice. Never take anything a man says while in a hot tub at face value. You will only end up disappointed in the end. Hey, I’m just warning you.

Now who’s lied to you? Frat boy did? You mean 23 year old guy who wears his PKA shirt everywhere he goes along with his cargo shorts and hat on backwards? That guy? No way!

Because we all know, as Chris Rock put it best, "It's only sexual harrassment if the guy is ugly". Amen brother. If the Jude Law looking guy in your office is hitting on you, usually you go along with it and dont report him. But when its the pencil pushing, paper repair guy who smells and hits on everything in the office, then its sexual harrassment.

I'm Crying Alot Lately...My Life Is Changing Alot Lately

Don't know why exactly.

I get it in my head that Steve hates me. That he wants to be mean to me. That he enjoys when people are mean to me. Why do I think that? Is it true? All I want is to be happy, and I get scared that it will never come. Why can't I have, what it seems this girl has? Maybe noone will ever tuck me in, again.

Honestly, I need to move somewhere with better weather. Maybe thats why I'm so depressed. Even these 5 days of 80 degrees can't perk me up.

A Cani Tintu Catina Curta

Translation: To bad dogs, a short chain is placed

Si vidi un grecu e un lupu, lassa lu lupu e tira a lu grecu.
Eng. If you see a Greek and a wolf, avoid the wolf and shoot the Greek.

Pacenzia ci voli a li burraschi ca meli nun si mancia senza nuschi
Eng: You need patience to deal with life, nobody has honey without flies.

Sicilian generally uses the word ending [u] for singular masculine nouns and adjectives, and [a] for feminine. The plural is usually [i] for both masculine and feminine. By contrast, in Italian masculine nouns and adjectives that end in [o] in the singular pass to [i] in the plural, while the feminine counterparts pass from [a] to [e].For example, the Italian word bello is beddu in Sicilian.

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People don't seem to understand. And it forces me, and it strains me, and I wonder if there is anything that will ever bond us. Is there anything that will ever make him think deeper. I want to run away today. Is there a rest of my life not involved with tons of bullshit. I don't like your old ways, I don't like the world that you are. I am comfortable in MY world. And those that share it. I can't seem to understand how I ended up in this foregin land.

Here Comes The Bride

I am a Girlie~Girl?

Didn't know that.

I never grew up thinking I was a girlie-girl. I never overly liked to wear dresses, or do my hair, or take baths. Never overly disliked mud, or grass or out door play. But Steve tells me this over and over. And yesterday at Tom's Barbeque I began to think, "maybe I am one".
It is true. I don't like:
Bugs
Snakes
Rain
Camping
Smelling
or Dirt

Don't like:
living outside
washing myself anywhere but my own shower
drinking from cans
or smelling ~did I mention that?
I don't really like cooking my own food, in the dark, over an open flame. ~unless of course it is a marshmello. But even then I have my limits. {please no dirty sticks}

Maybe its because I never had brothers. Never saw them piss all over outside, never was overly teased, or had my hair pulled. Never had anyone EVER fart on my face ~as some of my friends report. Never kissed a frog, or held a snake. I guess that makes me girlie? Just not so sure.

But I swear like a man, thanks to my dad. My mouth has always been bad. I cus, and yell, and threaten to kill, just like any man, I have ever met. Steve will atest to that. I've had men tell me to "act like a lady", "that a young girl like you shouldn't swear". Of which I replied, rather cooly, "Oh ya? Fuck You." I swear constanly, I remember doing it as far back as 6th grade. My father swears alot, and he swears in siclian to boot. I picked up the same words, the same phrases, and I rather like them.

Girlie or no, I'm no buttons and lace.

Things That Can Be Changed, That Aren't Vol. II

The people that call, and u hear silence. Then 5 seconds later, they say "hello?" Hello?" "Hello ma'm." ~FUCK YOU! don't call ME and then act like I called you. I'm working here bitch.

Steve's friends... nough said

People that cry about shit. ~Boohoo. grow some balls and be a fucking man instead of a gay {homosexual-gay} teenager about shit. Nobody wants to hear your sob story. I got one too. I had it made in the shade and now i'm cleaning toilets. Wanta trade little boy? ~didn't think so.

Just about everything I can think of right now.

Funniest Blog Ever

Let me ask you something. And I’m being serious here. Is violent vomiting bad for you? I mean, to the point of where your insides feel like someone is shoving a butcher knife through your intestines? Because that’s about how I felt the second he finished that sentence. You make me puke like I’ve caught the ebola virus, Andy.

They’re like a personality to him, or a sense of charm - completely foreign. This was one of the lamest solo dates ever. I half expected these two to end up in the sandbox filling up each others pails by the end of the night.

Whoa. I don’t know what to say to that, Andy. I really don’t. Other than you’re completely crazy and your porcelain veneers are making Elliot Yamin jealous.

Usually when kissing Andy, one tilts their head one way, and the other tilts theirs the opposite way. Or in my case about 10 years ago, the chick insisted on tilting her head the same way I did mine. That made for some really fun times. I sh**canned her immediately. Sorry. If you can’t get the head tilting thing down, you’re retarded.
-RealitySteve.com

I Ordered My Shoes!

This Ain't The First Time

I heard the most perfect line yesterday. And though it wouldn't make much of a poem, I knew I liked the title.

"Hey Georgie,
This Ain't the 1st ime I've been to a rodeo."

Don't cha love it?!


-We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams...in the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind, was addicted to trying, never meant to do time, my epitaph will read, was the last of G's to kick the shit to make the white man bleed....Ain't nobody promise me a thing, I've been caught up in this game ever since I was a little motherfucker wanting to hang...never run unless I'm coming at cha, cry later but for now lets enjoy the laughter. God Bless the Dead. -Tupac Shakur

This ain't my first rodeo
This ain't the first time this old cowboy's been throwed
This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show
This ain't my first rodeo

Golden Girls

"Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.

And if you through a party
Invited everyone you ever knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say
thank you for being a friend."

-The Golden Girls Theme Song
"Thank You for Being a Friend" by Andrew Gold
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How can I say Thank you?
How can you ever comprehend,
just how much you mean to me.
I appreciate all you have done for me,
and all you promise to.
It seems it is you, who knows,
the true meaning of being a friend,
in the end.

How stupid I was, who didn't see,
all that I had right there in front of me.
And as I look back,
I notice it was then,
that I veered off course, took a fork in the road,
but thankfully made it back here in the end.

I wish I could have been there for you,
Like you are here for me.
But as you have said, I had to take a different path,
maybe it was to find the man of my dreams, who knows. :)

Life is all a learning experience.
I know that now.
I know now not to be so hard and so cruel,
so judgemental and so rude.
To be more forgiving.
And I learned that from you.

The Changes

"Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha...

...Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury...

...Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha."
- "I ain't Mad At Cha"
By Tupac Shakur
~~~
Looking Back

I am not the girl I once was. Although, there is a some reference to her, in my smile, in my laughter, and in my look. But I have grown up. I am not 5 anymore. So much has changed around me, but as I get married I do not remember the teenage Genna or the college Genna, or the young adult Genna, so much. I remember the little girl Genna. I feel more like her, then I do those other years. I thought a few days ago, that perhaps I made allowances, to many concessions, to many broken promises to my younger self, but today I realize that it was in those years of major growth, that I probably shied away from my true self more, than I do today. It's so weird, as I prepare for my wedding, I think back to the true self I was as a child more and more. My first dreams, my first pretends of being a bride, my first favorite colors and styles, all ironically dance along the stage of my wedding today. So maybe I didn't veer to far of the course, maybe all those lost years of finding myself led me back to my true self? Maybe those years were specifically for fun, and nothing else? Who is the Genna of tomorrow? I can't tell, but I have a pretty good inclination that she is sitting right here with me. Love ya.