Mixed Messages

I am annoyed.  I am bothered that when I find myself sucked into yet another episode of Sixteen And Pregnant, every commercial brake begins with oiled up men, being chased by several women who proclaim " I want your bod."  Although, this show is supposed to be showing how hard teen pregnancy, somehow they have completely missed the mark.  Thank you "Bod Man" cologne and MTV for that wonderful mixed message, you have obviously found your target audience.  I also think it's slightly horrible that teen girls are purposefully getting pregnant just to score an audition for the show.  Well done, MTV, I pledge to never watch that show again.
     I am annoyed at how disgusting my floors are.  It's futile for me to mop, when my tire tracks are never far behind.  The floors are not my responsibility, for obvious reasons, but I am seriously considering becoming a sacrificial human mop.  I would happily get down and scrub on my hands and knees, if only I had a way to guaranteed way to make it safely back into my wheelchair.
      I am also annoyed that I have no way to load the pictures from my camera to to my computer.  I'm not going into the details right now, but it sure does make for a boring blog.
I am now finished complaining.
     Actually, my life is pretty darn good, if all I have to complain about are TV shows and dirty floors.  MY visiting teacher, Kathy brought me some delicious corn chowder tonight.  It was really good, I want the recipe.  Both of my visiting teachers are really good women.  I want the recipe to becoming as good as they are.  I know that was a cheesy sentence, but cheese makes everything better.
     Don't worry, I'm stopping now.

A Little Scrape Of Heaven

Thats right, I had my yearly Pap Smear today, and it was wonderful. Seriously, compared the rest of my day, my pap smear was a little scrape of heaven. Thanks, Santa! Stay tuned for the rest of the story tomorrow...

What A Difference A Day Makes

      Dear January,
You are so cool!  No, really, I think you're awesome!  You are like the only month of winter that I like, no other month compares to you.  I have liked you for a long time now (almost 24 whole hours), and my like/love will no longer be repressed.  I know it's kind of retro, but my like/love for you could not be contained in a text message, so I had to pass you this note.
        Only you, January, have the power to stop making people feel that money spent on gifts=love felt.  If I could, I would shower you with really nicely made Dimondique  products from QVC to show my appreciation.  But diamondique is still kind of expensive, and anyway, I know that you aren't into that kind of thing.  You keep things real.  I mean, you are so not fake, and I really like/love that about you.
       January, I have to tell you that I think you are like so freaking amazing for making self improvement seem not only cool, but possible!  I mean, everyone knows that February will never measure up to the standards you set.  28 days in a month compared to 31?  Thats seems a little sketchy to me.  I mean what an under achiever.  Human Rights day compared to Valentine's Day?  Duh!
      January, you elevate humanity, and make me believe that my best self is possible!  I will get a C in English this term!  January, you may be the coldest month of the year, but you know just how to harvest hope within my heart; and for that, I will like/love you every day of this blessed month!  Don't ever change, Man!
xoxo.
Saralou

Oh Christmas Toilet, Oh Christmas Toilet!

I am really sick.  I felt good for a few hours this morning, while my system was completely cleaned out but my severe stomach cramping returned AS SOON as I ate anything.  It sounds like I have the same thing that sent my sister into pre-term labor because of violent vomiting.  In other words-not fun.  My toilet finally gave up the ghost this morning, so now I am going to camp out at my parents, where other toilets can be found.
        In a couple of days, when the weather is more cooperative, Ali and Mike will come install my new Christmas Toilet, which I have wanted for about 5 years now; so it is a really good gift.  Thank You!  I love indoor plumbing, and really miss it when it is malfunctioning.   The snow is really deep out there today.

Meet My Mascots

Since I am single, and live with a roommate, my bedroom is "my space," my "sanctuary" from the rest of the world.  As such, it is very important to create, a happy, peaceful, and positive environment in my bedroom.  My two mascots sit atop my bed frame and help me to feel peaceful and positive.

My Lion is a fairly new addition, but he serves to remind me that I am loved.  After he got tossed in the washer, and his once lovely mane became irreversibly matted, I learned not to judge a lion by his mane. He is still the perfect guy to hold when I'm having trouble sleeping.  He also reminds me that absolutely everyone has bad hair days.  

Kermit The Frog, (Kermie, to those that love him) has been with me for five years.  He has the distinction of being the only thing I have ever purchased off of E Bay. I can't really say when my obsession with him began, but my love for him runs deep.  He always is there, with his perma-grin,  constantly smiling my way.   Kermie reminds me to

keep smiling, and stay positive, even though it's not    always easy being green.

       I have never been the type of girl to collect dolls or stuffed animals, but I love my mascots, and consider them to be a big part of my having a positive attitude.