Rapier's Wit

Friday night was a blast!  The weather cooperated as a small group of us laughed our asses off around the fire pit at Julie B's Backyard Tiki Lounge.   I'd go into detail but not I'm not willing to risk incriminating the slightly inebriated (they know who they are).  The camera was left in my purse.  The flash of a digital camera just breaks up the flow anyway.  It was totally bitchin' to get to yap some classmates I hadn't seen in forever! One of the best moments was delivering a letter and photo that had been sitting on my desk for over a month.  The photo was proof that when a bunch of football playing high schoolers get together for camp, it's not just about bashing opponents and talking about hot girls.  Although, I'm sure some of that did happen ... but a moment in time was captured on film that spoke volumes about camaraderie. The weekend isn't over.  A long weekend, at that, for most.  I get today off and that's it. So, someone else...

For what it's worth, that Pointer Sisters song was playing on the radio the first time I ever made out. I was 19.  Yep. Late bloomer.  With whom did I lip lock? A nice christian boy attending Olivet Nazarene College (now University).  I later found out he had a girlfriend back home.  Dirtbag! Shame on him for scamming on the local girls. I hope she broke his heart. Anyway, I'm excited because once again the Eastridge High School Class of 1983 is gathering together for fun, frolic, food and general merriment.  We'll use any excuse to have a party and the homecoming of our friend Dale is is the perfect reason. In April, a small group of us gathered at a local watering hole to share laughs and drinks with our very own all American hero.  My one and only high school date, in fact. Yeah, that guy. The famous PROM DATE. It'd been a long time since Mr. K had graced us with his presence.  A celebration long over due.  Now that was a hellacool reunion. D...

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The will is there.  Trust me.  I've been putting some focus working on another project.  The downside of that is that it's hard for me to shift my brain from one place to another.  Something else that is a roadblock is worry that what I write for the other project will be crap until I get my feet under me and find a comfort zone in that realm. Hopefully, there's a grace period on suckitude. Does anyone else find that?  It's like being the new employee.  You're the odd man out and all eyes are on you.  Who do you trust? Will the boss like what you bring to the table? Will the old timers place bets on how long you'll last before you run out the door screaming, "Save me! Save me!!!"? Today is Monday! The Blackhawks are going to the Stanley Cup Finals.  Woo! That was just reported on the news.  It's the only reason I mention it.  I don't mind hockey. It's a groovy sport with a really long season.  I attended a couple hockey games when...

Oh, don't get your panties in a wad. I'm still me.  The wildhaired girl blood still pumps through my veins.  But it was time to take on a new moniker.  My world is ever expanding.  In fact, there will come a time when you may regard me as galactic! Not long ago I decided to take a leap and invest in myself.  I'm not certain at what point it hit me that my personal value warranted it, but taking care of my body became vital.  Sure, that's something we should all deem necessary, and quite frankly, a no-brainer. Unfortunately, not all of us do that and I was the grand marshal of the self-defeat; self-loathing; self-deprecating parade.  With that newly discovered sense of pride and good health came the decision to own my domain -- I'm the master of my domain !! Heh. " Wait a minute! " you might be yelling in your mind, " How in the hell do you go from changing to a healthy lifestyle to buying a domain name, weirdo!?"   I'll tell you -- I foun...

I blame my sister Mary for this Friday night affliction.  I posted a Schick Bush trimmer commercial on Facebook and some how she discovered this wack-a-doodle or free spirit, if you will.  Ever since I've been watching her dance around in various ensembles. Frightening close ups, sweaty clavicle, terrible lip syncing. What's not to love? It's like crack without the residual stench, but rehab may be required.  May you all sleep well -- Remember, dance like no one is watching and make certain to hit record on the video camera when you do it.

We all have our good days and bad days. The majority, myself included, just keep plugging along despite what our mood may be dictating.  Yesterday was my seventh day in a row to report to work. There is no doubt that I let my disapproval of this scheduling blunder be known at every opportunity.  In the retail world of optics, working five in a row is often pushing the sanity buttons a bit much. I stand for much of my shift, OK? Not to mention, just like anyone's job, there are aspects about the work place that drive me absolutely bonkers given the chance.  That's where I have to take in what is useful and dismiss the rest of the din.  It's difficult particularly when my patience is hanging on a gossamer thread. Sunday brought a disappointing call from my lab partner of the day. She was ill and unable to come to work. Being the super hero that I am, I said I was up to the task.  I've been doing this for 14 years. Grinding lenses can be done in my sleep.  A...

My friend Angie tagged me in a note on Facebook. I'm doing it here because I want to. I'm a rebel. But not a rebel without a tune. Should you desire to play along, and you probably won't, here are the rules that are meant to be broken: 15 Random Songs Instructions: Once you've been tagged... (1) Open iTunes or other mp3 player. (2) Go to SHUFFLE songs mode. (3) Write down the first 15 songs that come up--song title and artist--NO editing/cheating, please. (4) Choose 20 (or so) people to be tagged. It is generally considered to be in good taste to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about your musical tastes, or at least a random sampling thereof. (To do this, go to "NOTES" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, enter your 15 Shuffle Songs, Click 'Preview' below to tag 15 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click Publish, the little blue ...

" There is no hope for a civilization which starts each day to the sound of an alarm clock."  ~Author Unknown Today I made myself stay in bed longer than my usual 5:30AM get up time. Maybe you have one of those nagging internal alarm clocks, too.  It's not like you can smack  yourself on the forehead and shut it off for 10 minutes.  Even if you could that seems like a rather foolish notion.  Despite the sun peeking through the drapes, I laid there determined to snooze in.  Roll to the left; pull the covers up higher. Roll to the right; slide the pillow over my eyes.  No point in all that movement and not be getting some cardio benefits. That brings me to the question: When do you work out? Are you a hit the floor running type of exerciser? Do you need to settle in to the morning and then get to it (like me)? Do you prefer mornings but can't fit it in so you take care of the work out when you finish the work day? For me, waiting means my legs feel li...

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It started to set in last night.  I knew it was taking a toll while viewing "American Idol."  Wednesdays are elimination night. Quite frankly, there is little concern from this mommacita as to who is sent packing with their dreams tucked in their carry-on baggage.  This year isn't even snark worthy as years past have been. Sad, really. Sad. That brings me to my mood that began last night.  It came from nowhere... much like the alien monster that threatens mankind in the B-movies of the '60s.  When the results show on Idol came down to Big Mike Lynche or Crystal and they told the dred-locked not full of the mange single mom, I almost wept.  I-DO-NOT-CARE! And that was all the indication required for me to know I was spiraling into despair (hyperbole). As with all things Marissa, I had to analyze my dilemma.  There could have been a variety of reasons but nothing stuck out like that proverbial sore thumb.  Some possibilities were: I'm missing t...

This is one of those times where the random thoughts have been firing like Al Capone's Tommy Guns at the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. Here are a few for your reading enjoyment: My underpants are getting baggy. "Stop being so passionate about your newfound passion! You're perceived as a spazmatronic dipshit. Relax" -- inner voices Am I really telepathic or is he? I'd rather hear Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels singing "Mockingbird" than listen to Fantasia Cashew butter or peanut butter? BOTH! " Arrested Development " never should have been canceled. Idiots Seriously, women will pay to watch sequel of that schlock? Does Danielle Steel still write books? When did " Glamour " magazine become " Seventeen " -- oh shit, I'm just that old. Note to self: Do NOT attempt to wear ShapeUps when working out. Her hair looks like it was hit with a paint ball gun filled with peroxide pellets. Meow, calico kitty, meow! Mar...

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Today is Mother's Day.  It's often difficult for me to write about my mother. The reason is because I really didn't know her.  The opportunity to wasn't afforded to me.  You see, she passed away when I was just a month and a half away from turning 16.  Being the youngest of her eight children, her time was very divided.  I felt lost in the shuffle. Talk about life being brutal, at times. There were other kids my age who'd lost their moms all too soon but it wasn't until recently that I learned these painful facts.  All that time in high school I felt alone.  We all apparently put on brave faces because that is what was expected. Kids are resilient, yet, it's a shame we had no other choice.  I wanted to find the darkest corner of the basement and just wither away.  However, I had to keep pushing ahead because it was easier for others to deal with me if I just put on a happy face. Today I miss my mother just as much as I did in 1981.  Th...

The title of this post is a phrase often used online when someone makes a claim of a certain situation taking place.  "I just saw a woman wearing a poodle on her head." That sort of thing warrants a pics or it didn't happen reply. Since March 27th, I have been using Beachbody's Power 90 In-Home boot camp with Tony Horton.  Whenever I work out, I log on to Team Beachbody and click Super-Gym WOWY ( W ork O ut W ith Y ou). It's an ideal way to track your workouts.  The website is designed to support members (free, by the way) while they strive to achieve their goals for better health and fitness.  In fact, any program you purchase from Beachbody will remind you to log on to WOWY before the work-out starts.  Pretty fab, if I do say so myself.  Thanks to that awesometastic feature, I know that I've worked out 32 times with Tony Horton and 'the kids.'  After last night's Phase 3-4 Sweat and Ab Ripper 200 routine, I decided it was time to put my money w...

I have to admit that it was a little intimidating at first. I had absolutely no idea what to do with what had been put before me. Fortunately, my handsome date was more than willing to guide me in proper handling.  The most difficult part was getting it to my mouth without making a mess all over myself.  My hand eye coordination is usually spot on, but I'd had a little wine and it went straight to my head ... not to mention the mere presence of the charming man was quite intoxicating in and of itself.  Oh, and he smelled absolutely delicious. He promised what I was about to devour would send me over the moon and into a near orgasmic state, but to be wary of too much wasabi on the first bite.  It would certainly clear out my sinuses. Sushi.  Ever since that first mouthful I have craved it.  They aren't lying when they say it is edible art.  Gorgeous, but not so much that it didn't stop me from filling my gullet.  It shocked me how filling it is....

One of the things I've experienced when talking to people who are curious about my weight loss is a laundry list of reasons, 'buts' for why they can't do it themselves.  That used to be me. Fear of change. Mortified that it would become just one more thing to add to the Marissa Failure list. And believe me, it's a long list. However, it was a conscious decision to look at those things I considered failures as trials for success.  Scientists know well that it takes several experiments before they get the results they desire. Often, those results never come. They scrap the idea and take a completely different route. Do they throw in the towel? No. They keep on plugging away until the desired results occur. The groovy thing about getting healthy and fit is that it's not rocket science.  It's simple but we make it complicated by being human. Oh no! Beachbody ⌐ helps simplify that which we humans choose not make murky. How? With its proven successful workouts a...

When I was a little girl I never quite understood what The Osmonds were singing about in this song. Yo-yos were a HUGE craze at the time. I never mastered any tricks. Hell, I could barely get the blasted thing to return to my hand. Usually it'd get tangled and stay down.  Let's hope life doesn't mirror my failed attempts to be a yo-yoer.

This morning I woke up early despite going to be at midnight.  My brain was working overtime with blog posts for a new project I'll soon announce. Because the iron seemed hot, I figured I'd get up and get cracking.  HA! The minute I sat down at the computer my mind went completely blank.  All I could think about was my morning coffee and pushing play on the dvd player. When I say pushing play I mean working out. It's the rule of thumb with Beachbody workouts -- It's not just an action but an attitude. So, on with my serious brain fart this morning. It's a reoccurring phenomenon.  Rather than force myself to write pre-coffee,  I posted my dilemma on my Facebook wall.  You never know which status updates will trigger the most funny or thought provoking comments.  I knew my friend Angie Bailey wouldn't fail me. When I suggested I needed a laptop computer at my bedside, she came back with this remark," ... or a recording chip in your brain so you can men...