Geography Lesson....

I thought it was about time that I posted something insightful, deep, an education lesson for all....which is why I give you this Geography Lesson. Be sure to have pencil & paper ready, just in case you need to take notes....or find it necessary to share with someone you think can use a little enlightenment. This lesson comes from my friend in California, who was generous enough to share it with me.

GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild,naturally beautiful with fertile soil.

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like America, well developed and open to trade, especially for someone with cash.

Between 31 and 35, a woman is like India, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40, a woman is like France, gently aging; but still warm and a desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.

Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Yugoslavia, lost some wars, won some great battles but haunted by past mistakes, still very strong and proud.

Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Russia, very wide and borders are now largely un-patrolled.

After 70, she becomes Tibet. Off the beaten path, with a mysterious pastand the wisdom of the ages...still desirable but only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for knowledge and true love dare visit there.

GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN

Between 1 and 78, a man is like Iran - ruled by a dick.

I'm Just Curious.....

When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten kids got the answer, compared to 17% of Stanford University seniors...
My girls aren't home to ask.....so I thought I'd turn to y'all!!! Slap my ass & call me stupid......but for the life of me I can't figure it out!!! What about y'all?

What is greater than God, More evil than the devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die?

"Anyone...anyone...Ferris...Bueller...Bueller...Dee...anyone???"

The Battle Continues.....

Okay....okay.....so I can relate!!! At least I'm not to the point where I have to go to the doctor & pay him, just so someone will look at me naked!!! Fortunately for me "Big Daddy" still enjoys the view.....although looking at myself in the mirror I have to sometimes wonder "why?" How is it that it (the weight) can come on so easily, but when you're trying to get rid of it, it becomes the "battle of all battles?" I'm proud of the weight I've lost this far (37 lbs.), but times of NOT losing anything.....this is where I start to get discouraged!!! But I continue to hear that little voice in my head "you pick & choose your own battles....don't let this one KICK YOUR ASS!!!" It's then that I force myself to stand in front of the mirror (naked)...."jiggle" my belly.....wave my "bingo arms" & "slap" my ass, telling myself that "YOU CAN DO THIS.....YOU CAN DO THIS.....YOU WILL DO THIS!!! So the battle continues....but I also keep in mind, "Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn-out, shouting, 'Holy shit! What a ride!"

Chicky Nuggets....

As you can tell I changed the header to my blog! Isn't it a GREAT resemblance!?!?! Just something else new I'm trying my hand at.....photoshop.

Anyway, today the girls started "bridges" (the transitional phase-before school starts). I think it was harder on me, then the two of them. They both were real little troopers, until they were actually seperated & on their way to their own class....then the tears came....theirs & mine both! What is it about seeing someone you care about crying, that makes you join in? I thought, hec, I've already been through this in California, this time will be easy....but then the dreaded day came where they were off to "SEPERATE" classes!!! AAUUUUUGGGHHHH!!! But the day came & went....all was good!

As we were driving home, I sat listening to the two of them share their day with one another....the new friends they met....their teachers.....what they did....etc. It was all I could do to hold back the tears again.....but this time "happy" ones.....my babies made it through the day, in their own classrooms, with their own teachers, making new friends..... & they SURVIVED!!! How PROUD am I of my two little "Chicky Nuggets?" VERY PROUD!!! Although it does go back to that feeling of....."they're both growing up so fast."