I've never considered myself a prude. I curse and drink and laugh at crude jokes...but I'm starting to think there's just too much sex on tv.
I'm not talking about scantily-clad women, or sexual innuendos - I'm talking about the actual act of sex. I think Marge Simpson said it best: "Fox turned into a hard-core porn channel so gradually I didn't even notice." This is something that has happened over the past few decades - slowly and gradually TV gets more and more sexually explicit until eventually it will be all porn all the time. Back in the day (the 1950's - 30 years before I was born, btw) Lucille Ball couldn't even say the word 'pregnant' and Mary Tyler Moore's pants couldn't 'cup' her buttocks.
And look at how far we've come...
I've seen scenes on TV (I don't have cable - I only get the basic networks) which only differed from porn in that there was no genitalia showing - but they did have two nude bodies humping each other.
Is it just me, or is that too graphic for basic cable?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Top Ten: Things I like about the morning...
1. Waking up next to my husband
2. Coffee (it just doesn't feel right to drink it any other time of the day)
3. The cool crisp air
4. The quiet
5. The fact that I can spend most of the morning sleeping
6. The feeling that I can do anything I want with my day - even though most of the times that isn't true
7. Coffee again (I usually have at least two cups)
8. Checking Etsy to see if I've had any new sales overnight (LOVE when that happens!)
9. Taking a nice long hot shower
10. More coffee - I'm still feeling sleepy
2. Coffee (it just doesn't feel right to drink it any other time of the day)
3. The cool crisp air
4. The quiet
5. The fact that I can spend most of the morning sleeping
6. The feeling that I can do anything I want with my day - even though most of the times that isn't true
7. Coffee again (I usually have at least two cups)
8. Checking Etsy to see if I've had any new sales overnight (LOVE when that happens!)
9. Taking a nice long hot shower
10. More coffee - I'm still feeling sleepy
Monday, October 25, 2010
Disappointments of the week...
Disappointment #1: The film Robin Hood with Russel Crowe:
My husband I rented this last night from RedBox. First off, Robin only robbed the rich to feed the poor once. But the worst part was that he fought for Prince John. Really?! Prince John was an @$$...the original Robin Hood would never have ridden into battle for the dude or even against the French (according to my husband, the historian) because, most importantly, there was no French Invasion of the coast for Robin Hood to even consider defending. (In fact, that whole climatic battle scene at the end reminded me strangely of D-Day in Saving Private Ryan - except they used swords and arrows instead of guns - and there were no Germans involved.) The minute they showed Robin defending Prince John was the moment I realized the movie stunk.
It seemed to me that they were setting themselves up for the 'real' Robin Hood film I'm sure they want to make by showing how Robin became an outlaw, but they did it so horribly that I was very disappointed.
The only redeeming part of the film was Cate Blanchett, whom I love in every role she has. She depicted a strong, sexy, and independent woman - someone I can look up to. She was a noblewoman who wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty and go in after that goat that was stuck in the mud herself while the men sat around and watched.
Disappointment #2: Sierra Mist Natural
I really like that there is finally a soda that does not use high fructose corn syrup (which I am avoiding) but I really hate that this soda causes an extreme amount of burping. Seriously, I've never burped so much in one sitting than when I drink a can of this stuff.
It tastes great, but is best drunk in the privacy of your home and away from civilized company.
Disappointment #3: House-Cleaning
I am yet again surprised and disappointed that my house has yet to figure out how to keep itself clean. Maybe someday it will grow up and take some responsibility for itself. But until then I'm stuck vacuuming, scrubbing, dusting and washing in order to keep this place looking decent. Stupid house....
My husband I rented this last night from RedBox. First off, Robin only robbed the rich to feed the poor once. But the worst part was that he fought for Prince John. Really?! Prince John was an @$$...the original Robin Hood would never have ridden into battle for the dude or even against the French (according to my husband, the historian) because, most importantly, there was no French Invasion of the coast for Robin Hood to even consider defending. (In fact, that whole climatic battle scene at the end reminded me strangely of D-Day in Saving Private Ryan - except they used swords and arrows instead of guns - and there were no Germans involved.) The minute they showed Robin defending Prince John was the moment I realized the movie stunk.
It seemed to me that they were setting themselves up for the 'real' Robin Hood film I'm sure they want to make by showing how Robin became an outlaw, but they did it so horribly that I was very disappointed.
The only redeeming part of the film was Cate Blanchett, whom I love in every role she has. She depicted a strong, sexy, and independent woman - someone I can look up to. She was a noblewoman who wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty and go in after that goat that was stuck in the mud herself while the men sat around and watched.
Disappointment #2: Sierra Mist Natural
I really like that there is finally a soda that does not use high fructose corn syrup (which I am avoiding) but I really hate that this soda causes an extreme amount of burping. Seriously, I've never burped so much in one sitting than when I drink a can of this stuff.
It tastes great, but is best drunk in the privacy of your home and away from civilized company.
Disappointment #3: House-Cleaning
I am yet again surprised and disappointed that my house has yet to figure out how to keep itself clean. Maybe someday it will grow up and take some responsibility for itself. But until then I'm stuck vacuuming, scrubbing, dusting and washing in order to keep this place looking decent. Stupid house....
Friday, October 22, 2010
On Etsy and sales and whatnot...
Well, I've made 15 sales on Etsy so far, and must say I have mixed feelings about it.
On one hand, 15 sales is a lot for only being open a little over a month.
But...
(there's always a butt involved, isn't there...at least this butt isn't nasty...it's kinda nice)
But...most of those sales came from my family and friends.
I feel like I'm having a very slow start in getting unknown buyers to shop in my store. And whenever I do have one, I get so excited that I can't stop smiling for at least 24 hours. (seriously, last time it happened my cheeks started hurting).
So I'm trying out all the things those seasoned Etsy Sellers with thousands of sales recommend:
a. I've joined Twitter - something I vowed never to do
b. I've begun renewing my items on Etsy - at least, I started doing this once I realized I didn't have to wait 4 months for them to expire *sigh at my Etsygnorance* (and yes, I just made that word up - I think it works nicely)
c. I've been running sales and promoting them (mainly to see if my prices are too high)
d. I'm posting all my pictures and sale info on my shop's Facebook page
e. I've made my titles and descriptions more descriptive (imageine that!) to get sales from searches, and revamped my keywords
I'm hoping that all this work will start to show some pay-off and I start to see customers that haven't known me since I was in diapers.
Speaking of diapers...I'm trying to drum up some interest in custom photo pendants among those same people who have known my diaper-days. It's a unique offering that my friends and family don't have access to anywhere else and I'm hoping that word of mouth will be my best form of advertising.
On one hand, 15 sales is a lot for only being open a little over a month.
But...
(there's always a butt involved, isn't there...at least this butt isn't nasty...it's kinda nice)
But...most of those sales came from my family and friends.
I feel like I'm having a very slow start in getting unknown buyers to shop in my store. And whenever I do have one, I get so excited that I can't stop smiling for at least 24 hours. (seriously, last time it happened my cheeks started hurting).
So I'm trying out all the things those seasoned Etsy Sellers with thousands of sales recommend:
a. I've joined Twitter - something I vowed never to do
b. I've begun renewing my items on Etsy - at least, I started doing this once I realized I didn't have to wait 4 months for them to expire *sigh at my Etsygnorance* (and yes, I just made that word up - I think it works nicely)
c. I've been running sales and promoting them (mainly to see if my prices are too high)
d. I'm posting all my pictures and sale info on my shop's Facebook page
e. I've made my titles and descriptions more descriptive (imageine that!) to get sales from searches, and revamped my keywords
I'm hoping that all this work will start to show some pay-off and I start to see customers that haven't known me since I was in diapers.
Speaking of diapers...I'm trying to drum up some interest in custom photo pendants among those same people who have known my diaper-days. It's a unique offering that my friends and family don't have access to anywhere else and I'm hoping that word of mouth will be my best form of advertising.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
You know you've waited too long...
...to wash the dishes when you can't remember what meals you cooked in the dirty pots and pans.
Seriously, there's a dirty skillet in the sink and I have no memory of using it. It's just been in the sink soaking for a week. Heck, I can hardly remember what I ate yesterday, let alone 7 days ago.
I really need to keep up with these dishes better.
Or maybe my husband needs to...either way, one of us has to wash these things more often.
Seriously, there's a dirty skillet in the sink and I have no memory of using it. It's just been in the sink soaking for a week. Heck, I can hardly remember what I ate yesterday, let alone 7 days ago.
I really need to keep up with these dishes better.
Or maybe my husband needs to...either way, one of us has to wash these things more often.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Blow You Like a Hurricane
...things that annoy me...
Before I go any further, this post is not about what you think it is- so get yer mind outta the gutter. It's about the classic rock song, Rock You Like a Hurricane by The Scorpions
Why does this song annoy me? Why do I have to change the station every time this song comes on the radio? Why has my husband gotten sick and tired of hearing me rant about this song?
Because hurricanes don't rock, they blow. Hurricanes are driven by wind - wind blows.
It's scientific fact. Seriously. Go look it up if you don't believe me.
Now, a better phrase would have been Rock You Like an Earthquake. Why? Earthquakes are made from rocks shifting and grinding. They cause the earth to rumble and shake beneath your feet. The whole thing is driven by rocks. Therefore, if something in nature is rocking...most likely it's caused by an earthquake.
So to clarify:
Earthquakes Rock
Hurricanes Blow
I will accept one of the two lyrics in substitution:
Rock you like an earthquake
or
Blow you like a hurricane.
The next time you sing along with this song, please substitute one of the above lyrics and show your support for scientific accuracy in rock music.
Before I go any further, this post is not about what you think it is- so get yer mind outta the gutter. It's about the classic rock song, Rock You Like a Hurricane by The Scorpions
Why does this song annoy me? Why do I have to change the station every time this song comes on the radio? Why has my husband gotten sick and tired of hearing me rant about this song?
Because hurricanes don't rock, they blow. Hurricanes are driven by wind - wind blows.
It's scientific fact. Seriously. Go look it up if you don't believe me.
Now, a better phrase would have been Rock You Like an Earthquake. Why? Earthquakes are made from rocks shifting and grinding. They cause the earth to rumble and shake beneath your feet. The whole thing is driven by rocks. Therefore, if something in nature is rocking...most likely it's caused by an earthquake.
So to clarify:
Earthquakes Rock
Hurricanes Blow
I will accept one of the two lyrics in substitution:
Rock you like an earthquake
or
Blow you like a hurricane.
The next time you sing along with this song, please substitute one of the above lyrics and show your support for scientific accuracy in rock music.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Old People and B.O.
...things that annoy me...
Yep, this post is about Body Odor, 'cause someone's got to say something...and apparently that someone is me.
It's a strange phenomenon that happens as people age: they forget that B.O. exists. They think they smell fine. They think that B.O. only comes from sweating and as they don't sweat, they don't smell.
They are wrong...so very wrong, and we're paying for this mistake. 'Cause the person with the BO doesn't know they have it...but the rest of us find out every time they lift their arms to wave, or a gust of wind blows those smelly particles into our nostrils.
I've been having this problem with my own Grandma, whom I love. But love doesn't deodorize the armpits. One time my mom and I tried to tell her kindly and sweetly (with lots of love and kisses) that she had bad B.O. and needed to start putting on deodorant every day.
It did not go well.
You would have thought that we told her we just killed an innocent kitten, she was that upset. She started to cry and refused to accept the fact that she smelled bad. I can see her reasoning...she didn't smell anything, so the smell couldn't exist. But B.O. doesn't follow the normal laws of nature. Even if you don't smell it, the smell is still there - lingering and waiting for an unaccustomed nose to get close before *BAM* it hits you like a brick wall. (Or a wall made of moldy old cheese, which is more likely as this is a smelly wall.)
This is something that all of us have to look forward to as we age. A complete ignorance when it comes to body odor.
Old people seem to forget what it was like to be around smelly people, or how hard (and necessary) it was to get their 12 year old son to wear deodorant.
I remember when my youngest brother got to that 'smelly' stage. It took a bit of time and a lot of 'Did you put on deodorant today?' But eventually he got the message and altered his habits so that we didn't have to suffer. Did he ever smell a bad odor on himeself? Probably not...but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
I've resigned to the fact that my Grandma will always have B.O. I try to think of it as one of her quirks. But what I try to do the most is not breathe in too deeply when I give her a hug.
Yep, this post is about Body Odor, 'cause someone's got to say something...and apparently that someone is me.
It's a strange phenomenon that happens as people age: they forget that B.O. exists. They think they smell fine. They think that B.O. only comes from sweating and as they don't sweat, they don't smell.
They are wrong...so very wrong, and we're paying for this mistake. 'Cause the person with the BO doesn't know they have it...but the rest of us find out every time they lift their arms to wave, or a gust of wind blows those smelly particles into our nostrils.
I've been having this problem with my own Grandma, whom I love. But love doesn't deodorize the armpits. One time my mom and I tried to tell her kindly and sweetly (with lots of love and kisses) that she had bad B.O. and needed to start putting on deodorant every day.
It did not go well.
You would have thought that we told her we just killed an innocent kitten, she was that upset. She started to cry and refused to accept the fact that she smelled bad. I can see her reasoning...she didn't smell anything, so the smell couldn't exist. But B.O. doesn't follow the normal laws of nature. Even if you don't smell it, the smell is still there - lingering and waiting for an unaccustomed nose to get close before *BAM* it hits you like a brick wall. (Or a wall made of moldy old cheese, which is more likely as this is a smelly wall.)
This is something that all of us have to look forward to as we age. A complete ignorance when it comes to body odor.
Old people seem to forget what it was like to be around smelly people, or how hard (and necessary) it was to get their 12 year old son to wear deodorant.
I remember when my youngest brother got to that 'smelly' stage. It took a bit of time and a lot of 'Did you put on deodorant today?' But eventually he got the message and altered his habits so that we didn't have to suffer. Did he ever smell a bad odor on himeself? Probably not...but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
I've resigned to the fact that my Grandma will always have B.O. I try to think of it as one of her quirks. But what I try to do the most is not breathe in too deeply when I give her a hug.
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