Googlobsession

Both Jaye and Karla May posted links to the fascinating world of Brenda Dickson, and I am hooked.

Ms. Dickson has lived quite the life:

• Remember Jill Abbott the First?

• But Brenda wasn’t just a soap star. She invited us all into her house in her video series, “Welcome To My Home”. In Part 1, Brenda dispenses fashion and makeup advice, modeling many of her own loverly outfits. Part 2 explains how to kiss and keep your lipstick fresh.

• Brenda’s skills didn’t stop at the makeup mirror. In this issue of TV Day Stars from 1975, (available for one more day on YahooAuctions), Brenda explains that “women’s rights are hurting our men.” (2 pgs. with 4 photos). She was, like, a rockin’ non-feminist.

• And today? Brenda’s Back. She’s outta jail (read all about it), totally blond, and looking fine.

How NOT…

…to get kicked out of a game.

It’s tough standing on the sidelines, watching kids you know and love get slapped with lousy-ass penalties by bone-headed refs. But that’s what I do, for at least two nights a week. Being a purportedly sane adult, I deep-breathe and count to ten and mutter. A lot. Sometimes in a semi-loud voice. But truly, I don’t want to be kicked out (even though the Boy has requested it, special-like. Following a horrible call, I’m to start yelling, get kicked out, and be ‘The Ultimate Team Mom’).

So here’s what I’ve been calling out lately:

• Slytherin
• Sleestak (which has on occasion been emended to ‘Fucking Sleestak’)
• Toadie

Along with ‘dagnabbit’, ‘lolly-gag’, and ‘winkle’, that’s my sideline vocab. Contributions welcome.

Stress Aside…

…I don’t want to miss any days of blogging, even though I’m feeling a bit too overwhelmed to come up with anything witty or worthwhile to say. It’s all just dregs, you know?

So I’m going to post pics on the dreggy days.

Here’s one of my favorites from last football season:

Good thoughts appreciated…

Tomorrow we’re going in to the oncologist with our sweet Pops, who was just diagnosed with cancer — that has spread to his bones and liver, so surgery isn’t an option.

We’ve kinda battened down around here. Lots of cooking. What is it about me that goes right into cooking mode when my peeps are stressed? So yeah, cooking. Cooking, red wine, and Earl.

Madame Blueberry

I am a very blue berry.  And no asparagi in sight to cheer me up.  And yes I know that technically the plural of ‘asparagus’ is ‘asparagus’, but ‘asparagi’ makes me happier.  Than ‘asparagus’.