Well Young Lovers.... this takes all the fun out of it. Click here to read writer and blogger Roni Loren's experience: http://www.roniloren.com/blog/2012/7/20/bloggers-beware-you-can-get-sued-for-using-pics-on-your-blog.html
Soooooooo. I'm gonna have to rethink this blog. ((hugs and mega mad luvs)) until September..
And don't forget to ASK RALEY... if ya wanna... it'll be fun... promise. ;)
<3FROM ME2U LUV RALEY BLUE <3
email your problems to me2uluvraleyblu@gmail.com with ask raley in the subject line
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Do You Wanna Ask Raley?
It's the 5th and final day of AureliaBlue-za-Palooza...
I think I've shown you a lot of me so far in this blog, and I've had a great time doing it. :) AureliaBluesDay TUESDAYS are going to be even more FUN now that I have this way to express myself and hopefully entertain. I'm REALLY looking forward to it!!
However, given we are in the dead of summer and I have four small people who would like the undivided attention of their mommy, as well as a book series that begs to be written, I will be taking a few weeks off. Don't worry, I will be back the Tuesday following Labor Day Weekend. That's a promise!
In the meantime, I would like to share with you my secret super power, which is giving advice.
When people learn you have a nursing degree, they ask you all sorts of health questions. When they find out you have children, they ask you all sorts of kid questions. And when you just have that kind of face that people want to talk to... well... seems I have that kinda face. And I like talking with people. I think time management strategies have gone NUCLEARBATSH*TCRAZYLIKEALIZZARDONROOTBEER.
Heck, I get it, we all need to protect our precious time, but this is ridiculous. We don't need all this hatin' and stressin'. Let's talk!
So I'm starting a new project called ASK RALEY. If you want advice about anything and feel like running it by me, send me an email with Ask Raley in the subject line. I'll do my best to respond here in the blog.
Don't worry! I will change your name. In fact, why don't you just tell me a name you want me to use. Then you'll know I'm talking to you, 'k? ;)
OK. So enjoy the last weeks of summer vacay. Drop me a line at me2uluvraleyblu@gmail.com with Ask Raley as the subject and we will discuss after Labor Day. :)
Thanks for all the support and all the fun. Looking forward to so much more! CAN'T WAIT!!
In the meantime and inbetweenytime........ <3From Me2u Love Raley Blue <3
I think I've shown you a lot of me so far in this blog, and I've had a great time doing it. :) AureliaBluesDay TUESDAYS are going to be even more FUN now that I have this way to express myself and hopefully entertain. I'm REALLY looking forward to it!!
However, given we are in the dead of summer and I have four small people who would like the undivided attention of their mommy, as well as a book series that begs to be written, I will be taking a few weeks off. Don't worry, I will be back the Tuesday following Labor Day Weekend. That's a promise!
In the meantime, I would like to share with you my secret super power, which is giving advice.
When people learn you have a nursing degree, they ask you all sorts of health questions. When they find out you have children, they ask you all sorts of kid questions. And when you just have that kind of face that people want to talk to... well... seems I have that kinda face. And I like talking with people. I think time management strategies have gone NUCLEARBATSH*TCRAZYLIKEALIZZARDONROOTBEER.
Heck, I get it, we all need to protect our precious time, but this is ridiculous. We don't need all this hatin' and stressin'. Let's talk!
So I'm starting a new project called ASK RALEY. If you want advice about anything and feel like running it by me, send me an email with Ask Raley in the subject line. I'll do my best to respond here in the blog.
Don't worry! I will change your name. In fact, why don't you just tell me a name you want me to use. Then you'll know I'm talking to you, 'k? ;)
OK. So enjoy the last weeks of summer vacay. Drop me a line at me2uluvraleyblu@gmail.com with Ask Raley as the subject and we will discuss after Labor Day. :)
Thanks for all the support and all the fun. Looking forward to so much more! CAN'T WAIT!!
In the meantime and inbetweenytime........ <3From Me2u Love Raley Blue <3
Thursday, July 19, 2012
It's Long, Hard To Read, But Important...
PEEVE 168-ISH: HAVING NO REAL PERCEPTION OF POVERTY (I have many peeves…)
Young Lovers, I have to tell you there is not much that bothers me more than seeing my brothers and sisters of the world who are of lesser means disenfranchised. I recently posted one of my AureliaBluesDay TUESDAY Facebook updates on this subject. In my post I touted my talent for being able to make a meal out of whatever is available in my fridge and cupboards. At first I was excited to share this accomplishment. I wrote that I typically feed my family of six on about fifteen dollars a day. I’ve always been proud of my ability to keep a strict budget when, and here’s the caveat, there has actually been money in my household to budget. Now that thought brought me right back down to Earth to my humble roots and activist upbringing. I began to think that I was bragging. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the one that uplifts and prospers others. Or failing that, the person who shines the light on those who are living in darkness, ignorant, spiritual or physical.
While being one who likes to grow good in the world, I have, on many occasions, been unable to do so due to financial constraints. I have also been on the receiving end of hurtful comments and the thoughtlessness of those who have never experienced poverty, and do not understand that it is not only NOT a choice, but almost impossible to get out of without help.
This led me to dig up some old blog posts on a site regarding the “Food Stamps Challenge” of 2007 that was issued by the Jewish Council for Public Affairs (JPCA) which I also posted on Facebook. The premise of this project which was to raise awareness of the struggle impoverished Americans face in feeding their families, challenged members of Congress to try feeding themselves for a week on a mere $21. That breaks down to $1 per meal. Their hope was to influence the 2007 Farm Bill as a means of raising food stamp allowances. In the interest of furthering poverty awareness:
Here are some quotes taken from the site containing the blog I cited (the link is: http://foodstampchallenge.typepad.com/ ) :
From the blog entry entitled: Existing on food stamps: Reporter Sarah Barr joins Chris Van Hollen in learning how to live on the bare minimum , authored by Sarah Bar who shared these comments:
“From my end, the lessons have been similar. I'm sick of peanut butter, craving fresh vegetables and was frustrated by my options within the grocery store as I had to buy more than I needed of certain items, forcing me to neglect others. I don't need a full box of pasta for the week or a whole bag of rice, and that money could have gone to other items like vegetables.”
In another entry: Congressman Chris Van Hollen Takes the Food Stamp Challenge , Congressman Van Hollen states:
“The Food Stamp Challenge brings home the struggle that many Americans face on a daily basis. It quickly focuses your mind and your stomach on just how little food $21 a week buys. It also demonstrates that it is difficult, if not impossible, to eat a balanced diet on $21, especially fresh fruits and vegetables. I was feeling very cranky by the end of the week.”
*Raley BlueNote ~ I’LL BET HE DID FEEL CRANKY. NOTHING STRESSES ME OUT QUITE LIKE GROCERY SHOPPING. GIVE ME A SCREAMING BABY AND THREE OPINIONATED TEENAGERS ANY DAY!
From the entry: Food stamp diet challenge was an unhealthy exercise :
“Feeling full on $3 a day is one challenge; eating nutritionally is virtually impossible. Illinois Democratic Rep. Jan Schakowsky's week's worth of fruits and vegetables consisted of one tomato, one potato, a head of lettuce, and five bananas.”
“As Schakowsky put it, "Healthy food should not be viewed as a luxury."
*Raley BlueNote ~ AS MY KIDS (WHO WERE RAISED AS GOOD UNICORNS AND MERMAIDS AND THEREFORE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SWEAR), LIKE TO PUT IT, “No ‘it ‘Erlock!!!”
And then there’s this from the post, Editorial: Feigning poverty :
“Ohio Democrat Tim Ryan didn't last the week. Jars of peanut butter and jelly he'd stuffed in carry-on luggage were confiscated at an airport, leaving him with nothing but a bag of cornmeal to carry him through the challenge's final days.
He was caught eating a pork chop in a hotel restaurant because he feared he'd be too weak to deliver a commencement speech.”
*Raley BlueNote ~ STUNNING. ABSOLUTELY STUNNING. I FIND IT ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, AWE INSPIRING AND DOWNRIGHT CRIMINAL THAT MANY, MANY, MANY, MANY JOBS, JOBS THAT ARE THE BACKBONE OF AMERICA, THE ONES THAT KEEP US ROLLING, CLEAN, HEALTHY, AND YES, EVEN WELL FED, ARE CARRIED OUT EACH DAY BY MILLIONS OF PEOPLE WHO WILL NEVER EVER HAVE ACCESS TO AN EMERGENCY PORK CHOP. AND YET, THE WORK STILL GETS DONE. WAKE UP, AMERICA!!
To Mr. Ryan’s credit, he did have this to say:
"It just showed me that when you're living on food stamps, you're really one event away from disaster," Ryan told The Washington Post. "Some people are constantly living on that edge.
Now I know some of you Young Lovers have never known any more in your own lives. And at many points in my life, I have been able to count myself among you. I am also aware that some of you live in other parts of the world where poverty, and it’s definition, is irrelevant to that of my country’s. I hope you’ll forgive me if this post feels crass to you. I am truly sorry and would never mean to hurt you or diminish your own struggles. I simply hope that by raising awareness in the context with which I am familiar, I can plant the seeds of change into the minds and hearts of those who can do something to flourish these seeds into trees of hope.
For we who are able, this is the challenge. Although the 2007 Farm Bill did pass and there have been several steps forward, and unfortunately a few steps back over the past five years, we will always be faced with the challenges which leave those unable to do, or speak for themselves, out. I hope this post leavesencouraged to go out into our world with the intention to grow goodness.
<3From Me2U Luv Raley Blue <3
Young Lovers, I have to tell you there is not much that bothers me more than seeing my brothers and sisters of the world who are of lesser means disenfranchised. I recently posted one of my AureliaBluesDay TUESDAY Facebook updates on this subject. In my post I touted my talent for being able to make a meal out of whatever is available in my fridge and cupboards. At first I was excited to share this accomplishment. I wrote that I typically feed my family of six on about fifteen dollars a day. I’ve always been proud of my ability to keep a strict budget when, and here’s the caveat, there has actually been money in my household to budget. Now that thought brought me right back down to Earth to my humble roots and activist upbringing. I began to think that I was bragging. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the one that uplifts and prospers others. Or failing that, the person who shines the light on those who are living in darkness, ignorant, spiritual or physical.
While being one who likes to grow good in the world, I have, on many occasions, been unable to do so due to financial constraints. I have also been on the receiving end of hurtful comments and the thoughtlessness of those who have never experienced poverty, and do not understand that it is not only NOT a choice, but almost impossible to get out of without help.
This led me to dig up some old blog posts on a site regarding the “Food Stamps Challenge” of 2007 that was issued by the Jewish Council for Public Affairs (JPCA) which I also posted on Facebook. The premise of this project which was to raise awareness of the struggle impoverished Americans face in feeding their families, challenged members of Congress to try feeding themselves for a week on a mere $21. That breaks down to $1 per meal. Their hope was to influence the 2007 Farm Bill as a means of raising food stamp allowances. In the interest of furthering poverty awareness:
Here are some quotes taken from the site containing the blog I cited (the link is: http://foodstampchallenge.typepad.com/ ) :
From the blog entry entitled: Existing on food stamps: Reporter Sarah Barr joins Chris Van Hollen in learning how to live on the bare minimum , authored by Sarah Bar who shared these comments:
“From my end, the lessons have been similar. I'm sick of peanut butter, craving fresh vegetables and was frustrated by my options within the grocery store as I had to buy more than I needed of certain items, forcing me to neglect others. I don't need a full box of pasta for the week or a whole bag of rice, and that money could have gone to other items like vegetables.”
In another entry: Congressman Chris Van Hollen Takes the Food Stamp Challenge , Congressman Van Hollen states:
“The Food Stamp Challenge brings home the struggle that many Americans face on a daily basis. It quickly focuses your mind and your stomach on just how little food $21 a week buys. It also demonstrates that it is difficult, if not impossible, to eat a balanced diet on $21, especially fresh fruits and vegetables. I was feeling very cranky by the end of the week.”
*Raley BlueNote ~ I’LL BET HE DID FEEL CRANKY. NOTHING STRESSES ME OUT QUITE LIKE GROCERY SHOPPING. GIVE ME A SCREAMING BABY AND THREE OPINIONATED TEENAGERS ANY DAY!
From the entry: Food stamp diet challenge was an unhealthy exercise :
“Feeling full on $3 a day is one challenge; eating nutritionally is virtually impossible. Illinois Democratic Rep. Jan Schakowsky's week's worth of fruits and vegetables consisted of one tomato, one potato, a head of lettuce, and five bananas.”
“As Schakowsky put it, "Healthy food should not be viewed as a luxury."
*Raley BlueNote ~ AS MY KIDS (WHO WERE RAISED AS GOOD UNICORNS AND MERMAIDS AND THEREFORE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SWEAR), LIKE TO PUT IT, “No ‘it ‘Erlock!!!”
And then there’s this from the post, Editorial: Feigning poverty :
“Ohio Democrat Tim Ryan didn't last the week. Jars of peanut butter and jelly he'd stuffed in carry-on luggage were confiscated at an airport, leaving him with nothing but a bag of cornmeal to carry him through the challenge's final days.
He was caught eating a pork chop in a hotel restaurant because he feared he'd be too weak to deliver a commencement speech.”
*Raley BlueNote ~ STUNNING. ABSOLUTELY STUNNING. I FIND IT ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, AWE INSPIRING AND DOWNRIGHT CRIMINAL THAT MANY, MANY, MANY, MANY JOBS, JOBS THAT ARE THE BACKBONE OF AMERICA, THE ONES THAT KEEP US ROLLING, CLEAN, HEALTHY, AND YES, EVEN WELL FED, ARE CARRIED OUT EACH DAY BY MILLIONS OF PEOPLE WHO WILL NEVER EVER HAVE ACCESS TO AN EMERGENCY PORK CHOP. AND YET, THE WORK STILL GETS DONE. WAKE UP, AMERICA!!
To Mr. Ryan’s credit, he did have this to say:
"It just showed me that when you're living on food stamps, you're really one event away from disaster," Ryan told The Washington Post. "Some people are constantly living on that edge.
Now I know some of you Young Lovers have never known any more in your own lives. And at many points in my life, I have been able to count myself among you. I am also aware that some of you live in other parts of the world where poverty, and it’s definition, is irrelevant to that of my country’s. I hope you’ll forgive me if this post feels crass to you. I am truly sorry and would never mean to hurt you or diminish your own struggles. I simply hope that by raising awareness in the context with which I am familiar, I can plant the seeds of change into the minds and hearts of those who can do something to flourish these seeds into trees of hope.
For we who are able, this is the challenge. Although the 2007 Farm Bill did pass and there have been several steps forward, and unfortunately a few steps back over the past five years, we will always be faced with the challenges which leave those unable to do, or speak for themselves, out. I hope this post leavesencouraged to go out into our world with the intention to grow goodness.
<3From Me2U Luv Raley Blue <3
THIS IS AN OLD BLOG POST. I PUT IT UP TO CELEBRATE THE SPIRIT OF AureliaBlue-za-Palooza, WHICH, IN CASE YOU AREN'T FOLLOWING ME ON FACEBOOK OR TWITTER, IS MY WEEKLONG ATTEMPT TO BLOG AT LEAST ONCE EVERY DAY THIS WORK WEEK. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE POSTS EVER, AND I WANTED TO BRING IT TO MY FAVORITE YOUNG LOVERS TO SHARE.
(Hope it makes you laugh ;) ♥ AB
Okay, so AureliaB just got really tired of looking at the little graying old lady staring back at her from the mirror. She was fine with growing older gracefully, a little gray strand here or there...but then the mono hit... and suddenly there were big coarse grays everywhere! AureliaB has also had a few really hellacious years as of late and she has put on a few pounds and is starting to get fine lines. While she is generally a spirited fabu goddess of love and doesn't often let little things like this affect her Oomph Factor, lately she, much like the old Boss song, had simply grown tired and bored with herself. So, SHE BECAME A BLONDE!!!
And you know what? Dudes seem to dig it! It's freakin' her out just a little and of course, secretly thrills her greatly ;) But do the gents really prefer blondes? This is the most attention AB has gotten in a LOOOOOOOOOONG time.
Case in point:
Driving along in her geriatric smurf blue Granada, she began experiencing turbulence, and and fearing an iminent blow-out or worse, pulled into the KFC parking lot to get out and inspect the tires. As she was walking around kicking the tires and checking their roundness as she does at least three or four times a month and no one even looks at her twice, a not unsexy dude walks out with his chicken and proceeds to his truck which is parked next to her.
"Nice car," he says, BUT CLEARLY LOOKS AT HER A$$!
Now it is that time of month, and her butt is nice and plump, and with the brassy of brown turned blonde against her skin coloring, and her penchant for the bling, perhaps she was rockin' somewhat, but ....
Anyhoo, she said "thanks, it was Grandma's," and went back to kickin' and pretty soon he's kickin' too and says, "how much?"
She smiles.
He say's "how much?"
And she says,"Never, it's my baby!"
And HE GRINS and says, "back right's a little low," and WINKS!!! Ofcourse by then, Sonnyboy has given him the evil eye, so that pretty much ended it. But she's been driving that car on occasion for over 15 years, and pretty much exclusively the last three, and no dude EVER has noticed!
Could be cowinkydinkal...
Fast forward to AureliaB and failing-third-grader-Abbycomelately-my-dad-doesn't-live-with-us-because-he's-a-soldier-but-he's-not-overseas-cuz-he's-in-jail-until-my-eleventh-birthday-here's-16-snapshots-of-him-in-my-pocket-wannasee'em?-girl in the elementary school hallway supposedly reviewing for IPASSTEPs per Crazedthirdgradeteacher's cry for help.
They were supposed to be figuring out what time it is on Judy Instructo Clock (that's seriously her real name) and smacking down on the Crayola Deluxe Multiplication Facts flash cards, but they were actually looking at the pictures of Daddy and talking about how Girlfriend moved in because her boyfriend hit her in the head when she was sleeping and now she's looking to get a new boyfriend....when Creepyprincipaldude meanders by.
"Oh! Mrs. Blue, I didn't realize you were here today! How are you?"
Uh, why would you particularly need to realize that? "Fine thanks. How are you?"
"Oh, me? Good. Thanks for asking. So what are you working on?"
Um, guess the big book marked IPASSTEP PREP+ didn't give that away? Maybe the Daddy pics threw ya.... "Just a little review help."
BIG CHEESEY SMILE! (I am totally not kidding) and then...
"Well thanks for coming in," and the usual cold fish handshake, followed by, a quick glance at her boobs (omg!) and a subtle, but definitely there, WINK!
Eeeeewwwwwwer!!! But I do not lie. (This is actually not the first time he's ever had a peek either. But that was more due to AureliaB having a semi wardrobe malfunction in a new top, while sitting in a kindergarten chair, well below eye level at a case conference. Soooo she really hadn't thought a lot about it at the time.) But the freaking (ick) wink! Granted the b's were looking vicious as I stated before it is that time. Anyhoo. Disturbing. And moving on...
So AureliaB is healthy girl when it comes to gettin' it on, and is almost always up for a good time. ALMOST always. There are in fact two days a month, you can probably figure out which, that our resident nyphy does NOT want it! AT ALL!!!
And here comes Axl. Yes, the same Axl who tells marriage quacks that he only gets the desire twice a year, that's the one.
So here he comes along and throws out, "You know how you said I should tell you if I feel like fooling around? Well I do. Kinda. I think. Yeah, I do."
AB is really NOT thrilled. Wouldn't he just? On one of the only two days she SO DOESN'T!
She gets pissed and sends him to the post office just to get him out of her dang sight.
He comes back and gets all flirty, then handsy. She tells him it's her special time. But Axl is a very earthy guy and this does not faze him. (Secretly, AureliaB really digs this about Axl, but that's not the point...) He pulls her close so then she can't say no in spite of herself. I will spare you the details... but seriously, is it the hair?!!!
BTW, no sign of the gray, and she's LOVING IT!!!
*itty bitty totally embarassing RaleyBlueNote: six months later it all fell out. in huge hunks. because of her insane midlife crisis diy. finally, 3years, many pre-natal vitamins and 1 bouncing baby boy later, she can hold her head up in public again. ok, ok, so there was a purple phase in there that was kinda fun...but the rest of it, not so much. just a cautionary tale, Yong Lovers, have fun, but take care. and always rock it when you got it. ;) <3 from me2u love raley blue
(Hope it makes you laugh ;) ♥ AB
Okay, so AureliaB just got really tired of looking at the little graying old lady staring back at her from the mirror. She was fine with growing older gracefully, a little gray strand here or there...but then the mono hit... and suddenly there were big coarse grays everywhere! AureliaB has also had a few really hellacious years as of late and she has put on a few pounds and is starting to get fine lines. While she is generally a spirited fabu goddess of love and doesn't often let little things like this affect her Oomph Factor, lately she, much like the old Boss song, had simply grown tired and bored with herself. So, SHE BECAME A BLONDE!!!
And you know what? Dudes seem to dig it! It's freakin' her out just a little and of course, secretly thrills her greatly ;) But do the gents really prefer blondes? This is the most attention AB has gotten in a LOOOOOOOOOONG time.
Case in point:
Driving along in her geriatric smurf blue Granada, she began experiencing turbulence, and and fearing an iminent blow-out or worse, pulled into the KFC parking lot to get out and inspect the tires. As she was walking around kicking the tires and checking their roundness as she does at least three or four times a month and no one even looks at her twice, a not unsexy dude walks out with his chicken and proceeds to his truck which is parked next to her.
"Nice car," he says, BUT CLEARLY LOOKS AT HER A$$!
Now it is that time of month, and her butt is nice and plump, and with the brassy of brown turned blonde against her skin coloring, and her penchant for the bling, perhaps she was rockin' somewhat, but ....
Anyhoo, she said "thanks, it was Grandma's," and went back to kickin' and pretty soon he's kickin' too and says, "how much?"
She smiles.
He say's "how much?"
And she says,"Never, it's my baby!"
And HE GRINS and says, "back right's a little low," and WINKS!!! Ofcourse by then, Sonnyboy has given him the evil eye, so that pretty much ended it. But she's been driving that car on occasion for over 15 years, and pretty much exclusively the last three, and no dude EVER has noticed!
Could be cowinkydinkal...
Fast forward to AureliaB and failing-third-grader-Abbycomelately-my-dad-doesn't-live-with-us-because-he's-a-soldier-but-he's-not-overseas-cuz-he's-in-jail-until-my-eleventh-birthday-here's-16-snapshots-of-him-in-my-pocket-wannasee'em?-girl in the elementary school hallway supposedly reviewing for IPASSTEPs per Crazedthirdgradeteacher's cry for help.
They were supposed to be figuring out what time it is on Judy Instructo Clock (that's seriously her real name) and smacking down on the Crayola Deluxe Multiplication Facts flash cards, but they were actually looking at the pictures of Daddy and talking about how Girlfriend moved in because her boyfriend hit her in the head when she was sleeping and now she's looking to get a new boyfriend....when Creepyprincipaldude meanders by.
"Oh! Mrs. Blue, I didn't realize you were here today! How are you?"
Uh, why would you particularly need to realize that? "Fine thanks. How are you?"
"Oh, me? Good. Thanks for asking. So what are you working on?"
Um, guess the big book marked IPASSTEP PREP+ didn't give that away? Maybe the Daddy pics threw ya.... "Just a little review help."
BIG CHEESEY SMILE! (I am totally not kidding) and then...
"Well thanks for coming in," and the usual cold fish handshake, followed by, a quick glance at her boobs (omg!) and a subtle, but definitely there, WINK!
Eeeeewwwwwwer!!! But I do not lie. (This is actually not the first time he's ever had a peek either. But that was more due to AureliaB having a semi wardrobe malfunction in a new top, while sitting in a kindergarten chair, well below eye level at a case conference. Soooo she really hadn't thought a lot about it at the time.) But the freaking (ick) wink! Granted the b's were looking vicious as I stated before it is that time. Anyhoo. Disturbing. And moving on...
So AureliaB is healthy girl when it comes to gettin' it on, and is almost always up for a good time. ALMOST always. There are in fact two days a month, you can probably figure out which, that our resident nyphy does NOT want it! AT ALL!!!
And here comes Axl. Yes, the same Axl who tells marriage quacks that he only gets the desire twice a year, that's the one.
So here he comes along and throws out, "You know how you said I should tell you if I feel like fooling around? Well I do. Kinda. I think. Yeah, I do."
AB is really NOT thrilled. Wouldn't he just? On one of the only two days she SO DOESN'T!
She gets pissed and sends him to the post office just to get him out of her dang sight.
He comes back and gets all flirty, then handsy. She tells him it's her special time. But Axl is a very earthy guy and this does not faze him. (Secretly, AureliaB really digs this about Axl, but that's not the point...) He pulls her close so then she can't say no in spite of herself. I will spare you the details... but seriously, is it the hair?!!!
BTW, no sign of the gray, and she's LOVING IT!!!
*itty bitty totally embarassing RaleyBlueNote: six months later it all fell out. in huge hunks. because of her insane midlife crisis diy. finally, 3years, many pre-natal vitamins and 1 bouncing baby boy later, she can hold her head up in public again. ok, ok, so there was a purple phase in there that was kinda fun...but the rest of it, not so much. just a cautionary tale, Yong Lovers, have fun, but take care. and always rock it when you got it. ;) <3 from me2u love raley blue
What Are Your Big 3?
Movie talk... is there ever an end to it? Especially now, in the summer, with BlockbusterManiaPalooza season upon us. The news this morning is that that guy who plays the prince in Snow White and the Huntsman is going to play Finnick in the ongoing Hunger Games Movie Trilogy??
(*RaleyBlueNote: no, no, no, NO F***ity NOOOOOOOOO... it's supposed to be Chad Michael Murray!! Because he's sexy as hell and I wanna see him in his underpants in the elevator doorway saying, "Do you find this distracting?".... but I digress...)
Ok, so Gale is Huntsman/Thor's Real Life brother (oh so pretty, both of them...sighhhh...swooooon...) and now the prince from SNATH is going to play Finnick...can you say Tic-Tac-Hollywood-Incestuous-Squares? Now there's a game that could last a whole car ride from the Adirondacks to the Redwood Forests. Kinda like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. (a game I L<3VE btw. And I'm sure that doesn't surprise you.)
But on the subject of movie related games, here's one my kids like to play. It's called What Are Your Big 3? Now technically it can be played with all manner of subject/genre serving as the big three, but today we are going to play it with MOVIES.
So here's the set-up: You are stuck on a desert island (yes, desert, not deserted, I don't know why, it's just how the game is played...now shhhhhh ... ) and you can only have three movies. There's a VCR that plays VHS, DVD, Blu ray, and Super8, whatever you need. Now. What are your BIG 3 and Why? Also for ten extra points (just kidding, there are no points in this game), your favorite line?
These are mine, Young Lovers:
No.1 TOP GUN
Favorite line: "I'll have what he's having. Hemlock is it?" ~Charlie
REASON: Um... jet planes!!!!!!! And a really hot, hot, HOT but not lascivious, show it alllllllll, lovemaking scene. Not to mention its ass kicking sound track that I STILL use today when cleaning house or driving long distances and need to keep my blood flowing. Except for that Heaven In Your Eyes song which is barely even in the movie... snore.... but seriously you know you love Danger Zone and of course the anthem of lovers EVERYWHERE... Berlin's Take My Breath Away http://youtu.be/9U9yYTeWsYM
*quick RaleyBlueNote: I hit the You Tube link for this to get it for up there, and as the first few notes sounded, BabyBoyBlue squealed with delight. Hee hee, do you think I play this song too much? ;) Nah.
I came of age to this movie. I think it added to the already swoonalicious need I had to write romance. I love the story. I love Kelly Mc Gillis. I love Val Kilmer. I used to love Tom Cruise...but will say he is still a phenomenally talented actor. And I'm sorry, but Tom Skerrit as Viper...
"...Now I'm not gonna stand here and blow sunshine up your ass..."
Yesssssssssssssssssssss.
No.2 SHEENA
Favorite line: "Alright then. I'll ask..." ~Vic Casey
REASON: Hello, Lake of Birds kissing scene!!!!!!!!! Best movie kiss, EVAR!!!!!!!!
You can watch it here: http://youtu.be/TaUrZ3nM_wE
plus
She rides a freakin' zebra!!!!!!
*RaleyBlueNote: There is a lot of psychology out there about little girls and horse phases. Especially little Aspie girls and horsies. Some of it is sexual (f***ing Freud... of course he did) but mostly it's about identifying with beauty and power and our desire in our development to grow up to be free and wild and strong and pretty.... (lots to google)
Who doesn't want to be the heroine that pulls the handsome dude up the tree using only her calf muscle? I mean, helloooooo. Plus she's a princess/queen!! And prittah... > ^. .^ <
Isn't it refreshing to see a power balance of male and female in an action movie? This one was ahead of its time if you ask me.
Let me guess, your asking, "Raley, did you see this movie when you were like 9?
Yes, yes, I did. (in the theatre... ;) )
*Super Important RaleyBlueNote: I do not identify as racist. I know some feel this film is racist. I view it as a fantasy. Unfortunately the 80's and even more so, the 30's, when Sheena, Queen of the Jungle was a comic book, were a much more bigoted and less culturally sensitive time. I can't apologize for being born when I was and loving what I love. But I can and do apologize if my loving this movie offends you. My love for it comes from a place of personal princess/horseylove/little girl fantasy. That is all.
No. 3 ARMAGEDDON
Favorite line: "We got way better rockets than the Coyote." ~Truman
REASON: Like.. AEROSMITH!!!!!!!!!!!! Need I say more... http://youtu.be/Vo_0UXRY_rY
I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing...
But there is more. I had the biggest crush on Liv Tyler. Full on love. I adored her. Dreamed of her. Wanted to be her. I even had a little black floral print dress like hers. I wore it until the threads fell apart.
And of course there are my daddy issues. Harry Stamper and my dad are the same person, I'm pretty sure.
And I love A.J.'s itty bitty engagement ring...Now as a teenage bride, I can tell you, that's keepin' it real. And I'm pretty sure Grace wouldn't have it any other way. Me neither. <3
So what are YOUR big 3?
<3 From Me2U Love Raley Blue <3
(*RaleyBlueNote: no, no, no, NO F***ity NOOOOOOOOO... it's supposed to be Chad Michael Murray!! Because he's sexy as hell and I wanna see him in his underpants in the elevator doorway saying, "Do you find this distracting?".... but I digress...)
Ok, so Gale is Huntsman/Thor's Real Life brother (oh so pretty, both of them...sighhhh...swooooon...) and now the prince from SNATH is going to play Finnick...can you say Tic-Tac-Hollywood-Incestuous-Squares? Now there's a game that could last a whole car ride from the Adirondacks to the Redwood Forests. Kinda like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. (a game I L<3VE btw. And I'm sure that doesn't surprise you.)
But on the subject of movie related games, here's one my kids like to play. It's called What Are Your Big 3? Now technically it can be played with all manner of subject/genre serving as the big three, but today we are going to play it with MOVIES.
So here's the set-up: You are stuck on a desert island (yes, desert, not deserted, I don't know why, it's just how the game is played...now shhhhhh ... ) and you can only have three movies. There's a VCR that plays VHS, DVD, Blu ray, and Super8, whatever you need. Now. What are your BIG 3 and Why? Also for ten extra points (just kidding, there are no points in this game), your favorite line?
These are mine, Young Lovers:
No.1 TOP GUN
Favorite line: "I'll have what he's having. Hemlock is it?" ~Charlie
REASON: Um... jet planes!!!!!!! And a really hot, hot, HOT but not lascivious, show it alllllllll, lovemaking scene. Not to mention its ass kicking sound track that I STILL use today when cleaning house or driving long distances and need to keep my blood flowing. Except for that Heaven In Your Eyes song which is barely even in the movie... snore.... but seriously you know you love Danger Zone and of course the anthem of lovers EVERYWHERE... Berlin's Take My Breath Away http://youtu.be/9U9yYTeWsYM
*quick RaleyBlueNote: I hit the You Tube link for this to get it for up there, and as the first few notes sounded, BabyBoyBlue squealed with delight. Hee hee, do you think I play this song too much? ;) Nah.
I came of age to this movie. I think it added to the already swoonalicious need I had to write romance. I love the story. I love Kelly Mc Gillis. I love Val Kilmer. I used to love Tom Cruise...but will say he is still a phenomenally talented actor. And I'm sorry, but Tom Skerrit as Viper...
"...Now I'm not gonna stand here and blow sunshine up your ass..."
Yesssssssssssssssssssss.
No.2 SHEENA
Favorite line: "Alright then. I'll ask..." ~Vic Casey
REASON: Hello, Lake of Birds kissing scene!!!!!!!!! Best movie kiss, EVAR!!!!!!!!
You can watch it here: http://youtu.be/TaUrZ3nM_wE
plus
She rides a freakin' zebra!!!!!!
*RaleyBlueNote: There is a lot of psychology out there about little girls and horse phases. Especially little Aspie girls and horsies. Some of it is sexual (f***ing Freud... of course he did) but mostly it's about identifying with beauty and power and our desire in our development to grow up to be free and wild and strong and pretty.... (lots to google)
Who doesn't want to be the heroine that pulls the handsome dude up the tree using only her calf muscle? I mean, helloooooo. Plus she's a princess/queen!! And prittah... > ^. .^ <
Isn't it refreshing to see a power balance of male and female in an action movie? This one was ahead of its time if you ask me.
Let me guess, your asking, "Raley, did you see this movie when you were like 9?
Yes, yes, I did. (in the theatre... ;) )
*Super Important RaleyBlueNote: I do not identify as racist. I know some feel this film is racist. I view it as a fantasy. Unfortunately the 80's and even more so, the 30's, when Sheena, Queen of the Jungle was a comic book, were a much more bigoted and less culturally sensitive time. I can't apologize for being born when I was and loving what I love. But I can and do apologize if my loving this movie offends you. My love for it comes from a place of personal princess/horseylove/little girl fantasy. That is all.
No. 3 ARMAGEDDON
Favorite line: "We got way better rockets than the Coyote." ~Truman
REASON: Like.. AEROSMITH!!!!!!!!!!!! Need I say more... http://youtu.be/Vo_0UXRY_rY
I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing...
But there is more. I had the biggest crush on Liv Tyler. Full on love. I adored her. Dreamed of her. Wanted to be her. I even had a little black floral print dress like hers. I wore it until the threads fell apart.
And of course there are my daddy issues. Harry Stamper and my dad are the same person, I'm pretty sure.
And I love A.J.'s itty bitty engagement ring...Now as a teenage bride, I can tell you, that's keepin' it real. And I'm pretty sure Grace wouldn't have it any other way. Me neither. <3
So what are YOUR big 3?
<3 From Me2U Love Raley Blue <3
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
How To Comment On This Blog, 'Cause It's A Pain In The Tuchus
So believe me, I do know my audience, Young Lovers. And I know many of you are super busy. Many of you are only here because I asked you to read and comment and you are taking time out of your lives to do this for me because you love me. And many of you are very basic computer users, not unlike me, who if it isn't right there and you just click... well fuggitaboutit.
I UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I noticed the commenting thing wasn't happening down there very much and many of you were telling my via Facebook and Twitter that you liked it or read it but couldn't comment, or were just commenting for me on those sites. And I THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the feedback and dedication you do give me. I REALLY DO. I want you to know that I'll take it any way I can get it. :)
This is like Confessions of an Attention Whore 101, I know, but it's very true. And I know I need help. I've been in therapy for years. I promise I go like once a month, lol, it just doesn't seem to be improving. So, when you give me anything in the form of feedback, it's like a doggy and her happy HAPPY bone, my birthday, Christmas and St. Swithin's Day (it's a big day in the heartland...google) all rolled into one! I'M IN HEAVEN when you comment.
So, this morning, I messed around with the comments section of the previous entry down there. Yes, the really cool one with all the pics and links to movies and music that describe my life.. yeah that one. And I think I've got it all figured out now.
I adjusted some settings, so now you don't need a special ID like from Google or Aol or what have you. You can actually just do your name or even be Anonymous, which is A-OK with me.
Here's what you do:
1.)Click on the thingy that says No Comments or 1 Comment, or 80 Comments (oh, I wish! I can taste the peppermint and tinsel! Yes, I am sad... no, wait... the word is exuberant... now for the rest of the day, whenever somebody says exuberant...scream real loud!!)
2.)After you Click, any previous comments should show up and a Box for You to Comment in.
3.)Type your comment.
4.)Click on the Choose an ID drop down menu. If you wanna use an ID from one of those sites you have one for, great, do that. But if you want to just use a name, yours or just Fred, whatever, choose the name&url option, and type one in. You don't have to have a url. You can just type your name. And if you want to comment anonymously, just choose Anonymous.
5.)Hit publish. You should get a prove you're not a robot text typing thingy. It ain't over until you do the Robot Thingy and hit Publish again... or until it goes. Hopefully you only have to hit it once....I hope... God, I hate technology...
AND THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT. :) Can't wait to hear from you! Till then....
<3From Me2U Love Raley Blue <3
I UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I noticed the commenting thing wasn't happening down there very much and many of you were telling my via Facebook and Twitter that you liked it or read it but couldn't comment, or were just commenting for me on those sites. And I THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the feedback and dedication you do give me. I REALLY DO. I want you to know that I'll take it any way I can get it. :)
This is like Confessions of an Attention Whore 101, I know, but it's very true. And I know I need help. I've been in therapy for years. I promise I go like once a month, lol, it just doesn't seem to be improving. So, when you give me anything in the form of feedback, it's like a doggy and her happy HAPPY bone, my birthday, Christmas and St. Swithin's Day (it's a big day in the heartland...google) all rolled into one! I'M IN HEAVEN when you comment.
So, this morning, I messed around with the comments section of the previous entry down there. Yes, the really cool one with all the pics and links to movies and music that describe my life.. yeah that one. And I think I've got it all figured out now.
I adjusted some settings, so now you don't need a special ID like from Google or Aol or what have you. You can actually just do your name or even be Anonymous, which is A-OK with me.
Here's what you do:
1.)Click on the thingy that says No Comments or 1 Comment, or 80 Comments (oh, I wish! I can taste the peppermint and tinsel! Yes, I am sad... no, wait... the word is exuberant... now for the rest of the day, whenever somebody says exuberant...scream real loud!!)
2.)After you Click, any previous comments should show up and a Box for You to Comment in.
3.)Type your comment.
4.)Click on the Choose an ID drop down menu. If you wanna use an ID from one of those sites you have one for, great, do that. But if you want to just use a name, yours or just Fred, whatever, choose the name&url option, and type one in. You don't have to have a url. You can just type your name. And if you want to comment anonymously, just choose Anonymous.
5.)Hit publish. You should get a prove you're not a robot text typing thingy. It ain't over until you do the Robot Thingy and hit Publish again... or until it goes. Hopefully you only have to hit it once....I hope... God, I hate technology...
AND THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT. :) Can't wait to hear from you! Till then....
<3From Me2U Love Raley Blue <3
Monday, July 16, 2012
The World May Never Know...
So, it's Sunday morning and the boyLovey and I are lying in bed eating Tootise Pops and watching TV. Exciting, I know, but this is what nearly two decades of romance gets you sometime. Not that there aren't still fireworks too. But it's Sunday, mind you, and the middle of summer, and the whole fam is home, which translates to a potential fire hose nozzle aimed right at any super show of pyrotechnic passion. We were already pushing it by eating the last two pops from the Halloween stash..... without.... *gasp*......sharing!!!!! See there is an element of danger... Oh the thrill... but I digress.
Anyway, I'm enjoying my pop with a fervor matched only by a diabetic in crisis (oh wait that would be me, or at least me rebelling against my hated diabetes prevention diet). I'm sucking and licking away and wondering just how many licks it does take to get the Tootsie roll center, when I hazard a sideways glance at the boyLovey who is studying his flattened Tootsie pop wrapper as if it is a map leading to the Holy grail.
Me: What are you looking at? (actually, I still have the pop in my mouth, so it was more like,"thwlat far you fulooking atth? Again, 20 years of compatibility. Manners sometimes fly out the window.)
bL: I'm looking to see if I have a star on my wrapper. (as does the need to be translated too ;)
Me: Fthwly...err... Why?
bL: Because if you find a star, you win a free pop.
Me: Whutt??? You told you that?
bL: (all cool and mater of factly) SuperFlyCuz told me that when we were kids.
(Ugggggggggggggggggghhh. SuperFlyCuz. Oh yes. We grew up with him. He was in our grade at school. He had perfect hair (which I'm pretty sure was fiberglass) and very white teeth and all the girls got very swoony around him. Me, I hated him. Mostly on principle, but still... His dad was a math teacher and he was perfect at math too. Me, not so much. Long story short, my first day in Algebra, I was assigned to sit in front of him. When Mr. Olivematholata called on us by rows, I of course got it way freaking wrong, and SuperFlyCuz directly behind me, got deferred to and made a grand show of just exact-a-freaking-ly where I'd gone awry. I don't really think he meant to be a dick, but he was just kinda like that. And then, of course, I married his cousin and now he's my SuperFlyCuz too. He lives in another state though, and we don't really talk except at the rare Blue fam gathering, so it's pretty much all good now. Except when the chickies from hell school...er... high school run into to me at the store, or the Y, or what have you. They always think I'm talking about SuperFlyCuz when I mention my boyLovey's name... yeeeeeeeahhh....)
Me: Omigosh, why haven't I ever heard this? Then again, we weren't allowed to eat a lot of candy in my house growing up, I only ever saw that ad with the owl...(I start frantically searching for my wadded up wrapper in the Kleenex box.)
bL:Oh, yeah, wise old Mr. Owl! I remember him. (gets a dreamy look on his face as '70 nostalgia overtakes him)
Here's a link to that ad just in case you are too young to remember, or too old to have been watching cartoons in the '70's and '80's.... http://youtu.be/Q8PAJKlulKQ ...or need a little '70's nostalgia therapy...
*RaleyBlueNote: '70's nostalgia therapy is what saved our sanity after 9-11. We were 26, had just had our 3rd autistic/sensory processing challenged child in 4 years, about six weeks prior, and were really ill-equipped in dealing with life in general. We cried a lot anyway. And then the sky really did start falling. Or so it seemed there for a while. But peace and serenity finally came to us as were meditating one day... read: wandering aimlessly through WalMart to drown out the frantic voices in our heads/ lull the kids to sleep in the cart...and came face to face with a beautiful modern construct of the old plastic, grassy looking, boot scraping, doormat with the little white daisy in the upper left hand corner....
And we were comforted. Saved really. Neither of us could speak as to just why this marvel had made us whole again, but it had! Perhaps it harkened back to the days or our early childhoods, a gentler time and place...And so, we took it home with us and have been avid collectors of '70's Americana ever since. And it is in these things, that we find our happy place. And we are able to go forward when life throws us an 8track instead of an ipod.... or vice versa...or something... yeah... anyway....
MEANWHILE....
Me: OMIGOD, mine has one!!!! (holds up wrapper pointing to a little boy dressed as a Native American shooting an arrow at a star.)
OMIGOD, OMIGOD!!!!!!!!!! What do I do???????? Where do I take it? I won! I won!
bL:(looking totally annoyed that I have so easily accomplished this most coveted find) Let me see that! (snatches my most valuable prize away)
Me: Dude! Be careful!
bL:Yep, that's it alright.
Me: What do I do with it?
bL:I don't know, I guess take it to the store or something. I had one when I was a kid, but Mom never let me turn it in. She seemed kinda annoyed when I asked her.
(Screeching record scratching sound...)
Me: Wait. How do you know this is real? How do you know SuperFlyCuz didn't just tell that to shine you on?
bL: I don't know, he had one and he showed it to me. He said AuntieUncleBlue was gonna take him to the store later so he could get a free pop.
Me: Uh huh. And that doesn't sound suspicous to you?
bL: I dunno. It's what he said.(looking petulant)
Me:Yeah and how do know he wasn't just being all, "looky what I got and you don't got and I'm gonna get a free pop. Like later and crap...when you aren't here..."
bL: (sighs) God, Raley, I know you're still emotionally back in math class, but really. Dude. Let it go. (adopts his best stilted R.Patz as Edward in the film, Twilight, accent) You can Google it. (We both burst out laughing.)
I did Google it.
It turns out this is an urban legend from many past days of yore. Nobody knows who came up with it but stories have been surfacing since the 1920's. Also, some stores have actually been known to honor the free pop thing, though no one seems to know why or what was in it for them. There was never any sanctioned contest or promotional to this effect by the Tootsie Roll peeps.
In fact, they got so many wrappers in the mail, in 1982, they started sending out a little form letter about it.
Here's a link so you can read it without your microscopic Dr. McDreamy lens glasses: http://www.tootsie.com/pdf/wrapper_legend.pdf
It's basically a B.S.-y little story to self promote and avoid giving free pops in my opion. Just sayin'.
So I guess, the world really may never know. But really, Young Lovers, isn't it good to know about these things? I think so. If nothing else for a few kicks and giggles.
Also in my travels, I came across this little link: http://www.toptenz.net/top-10-candy-myths.php , which not only dispels the Tootsie Pop star myth, but also unravels Van Halen's "no brown m&m's or we'll trash the place" backstage rider among other things. So if you need a little Sunday afternoon reading...check it.
So I guess a mystery is solved. Always glad to help. And as always,
From Me2U, Love, Raley Blue <3
Anyway, I'm enjoying my pop with a fervor matched only by a diabetic in crisis (oh wait that would be me, or at least me rebelling against my hated diabetes prevention diet). I'm sucking and licking away and wondering just how many licks it does take to get the Tootsie roll center, when I hazard a sideways glance at the boyLovey who is studying his flattened Tootsie pop wrapper as if it is a map leading to the Holy grail.
Me: What are you looking at? (actually, I still have the pop in my mouth, so it was more like,"thwlat far you fulooking atth? Again, 20 years of compatibility. Manners sometimes fly out the window.)
bL: I'm looking to see if I have a star on my wrapper. (as does the need to be translated too ;)
Me: Fthwly...err... Why?
bL: Because if you find a star, you win a free pop.
Me: Whutt??? You told you that?
bL: (all cool and mater of factly) SuperFlyCuz told me that when we were kids.
(Ugggggggggggggggggghhh. SuperFlyCuz. Oh yes. We grew up with him. He was in our grade at school. He had perfect hair (which I'm pretty sure was fiberglass) and very white teeth and all the girls got very swoony around him. Me, I hated him. Mostly on principle, but still... His dad was a math teacher and he was perfect at math too. Me, not so much. Long story short, my first day in Algebra, I was assigned to sit in front of him. When Mr. Olivematholata called on us by rows, I of course got it way freaking wrong, and SuperFlyCuz directly behind me, got deferred to and made a grand show of just exact-a-freaking-ly where I'd gone awry. I don't really think he meant to be a dick, but he was just kinda like that. And then, of course, I married his cousin and now he's my SuperFlyCuz too. He lives in another state though, and we don't really talk except at the rare Blue fam gathering, so it's pretty much all good now. Except when the chickies from hell school...er... high school run into to me at the store, or the Y, or what have you. They always think I'm talking about SuperFlyCuz when I mention my boyLovey's name... yeeeeeeeahhh....)
Me: Omigosh, why haven't I ever heard this? Then again, we weren't allowed to eat a lot of candy in my house growing up, I only ever saw that ad with the owl...(I start frantically searching for my wadded up wrapper in the Kleenex box.)
bL:Oh, yeah, wise old Mr. Owl! I remember him. (gets a dreamy look on his face as '70 nostalgia overtakes him)
Here's a link to that ad just in case you are too young to remember, or too old to have been watching cartoons in the '70's and '80's.... http://youtu.be/Q8PAJKlulKQ ...or need a little '70's nostalgia therapy...
*RaleyBlueNote: '70's nostalgia therapy is what saved our sanity after 9-11. We were 26, had just had our 3rd autistic/sensory processing challenged child in 4 years, about six weeks prior, and were really ill-equipped in dealing with life in general. We cried a lot anyway. And then the sky really did start falling. Or so it seemed there for a while. But peace and serenity finally came to us as were meditating one day... read: wandering aimlessly through WalMart to drown out the frantic voices in our heads/ lull the kids to sleep in the cart...and came face to face with a beautiful modern construct of the old plastic, grassy looking, boot scraping, doormat with the little white daisy in the upper left hand corner....
And we were comforted. Saved really. Neither of us could speak as to just why this marvel had made us whole again, but it had! Perhaps it harkened back to the days or our early childhoods, a gentler time and place...And so, we took it home with us and have been avid collectors of '70's Americana ever since. And it is in these things, that we find our happy place. And we are able to go forward when life throws us an 8track instead of an ipod.... or vice versa...or something... yeah... anyway....
MEANWHILE....
Me: OMIGOD, mine has one!!!! (holds up wrapper pointing to a little boy dressed as a Native American shooting an arrow at a star.)
OMIGOD, OMIGOD!!!!!!!!!! What do I do???????? Where do I take it? I won! I won!
bL:(looking totally annoyed that I have so easily accomplished this most coveted find) Let me see that! (snatches my most valuable prize away)
Me: Dude! Be careful!
bL:Yep, that's it alright.
Me: What do I do with it?
bL:I don't know, I guess take it to the store or something. I had one when I was a kid, but Mom never let me turn it in. She seemed kinda annoyed when I asked her.
(Screeching record scratching sound...)
Me: Wait. How do you know this is real? How do you know SuperFlyCuz didn't just tell that to shine you on?
bL: I don't know, he had one and he showed it to me. He said AuntieUncleBlue was gonna take him to the store later so he could get a free pop.
Me: Uh huh. And that doesn't sound suspicous to you?
bL: I dunno. It's what he said.(looking petulant)
Me:Yeah and how do know he wasn't just being all, "looky what I got and you don't got and I'm gonna get a free pop. Like later and crap...when you aren't here..."
bL: (sighs) God, Raley, I know you're still emotionally back in math class, but really. Dude. Let it go. (adopts his best stilted R.Patz as Edward in the film, Twilight, accent) You can Google it. (We both burst out laughing.)
I did Google it.
It turns out this is an urban legend from many past days of yore. Nobody knows who came up with it but stories have been surfacing since the 1920's. Also, some stores have actually been known to honor the free pop thing, though no one seems to know why or what was in it for them. There was never any sanctioned contest or promotional to this effect by the Tootsie Roll peeps.
In fact, they got so many wrappers in the mail, in 1982, they started sending out a little form letter about it.
Here's a link so you can read it without your microscopic Dr. McDreamy lens glasses: http://www.tootsie.com/pdf/wrapper_legend.pdf
It's basically a B.S.-y little story to self promote and avoid giving free pops in my opion. Just sayin'.
So I guess, the world really may never know. But really, Young Lovers, isn't it good to know about these things? I think so. If nothing else for a few kicks and giggles.
Also in my travels, I came across this little link: http://www.toptenz.net/top-10-candy-myths.php , which not only dispels the Tootsie Pop star myth, but also unravels Van Halen's "no brown m&m's or we'll trash the place" backstage rider among other things. So if you need a little Sunday afternoon reading...check it.
So I guess a mystery is solved. Always glad to help. And as always,
From Me2U, Love, Raley Blue <3
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Somewhere, Right Now, Ross Geller's Head Is Exploding
It started out as a normal day...........Yeah, okay, this is the Blue Household and no day ever has started out normally... (What is this normal you speak of? It doesn't sound very fun.)....
Anyway, I fired up the old 'puter, sat down with my just perfect, cooled to the right spot, good to the last drop, bigass cup of coffee to read the news of the day, and blam!!!!!! DINO PORN. (and because I am a conserver of food and beverage, none got spit, but IT COULD HAVE...if you saw what I saw!) Yes, right there on my screen. Masquerading as Science. *yank half moon spectacles from chain adorned with cat charms, and don them* It was an article entitled, Dinosaur Sex Experts Concur That Animals Mated Front To Back, posted by Huff Post Science.
Here's the link, so you can play along at home: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/07/09/dinosaur-sex_n_1659391.html?ir=Science I'll wait.
Did you do the slideshow too?????? Oh, you HAVE TO DO THE SLIDESHOW. ;)
Now honestly, I found this to be quite a well written article. No major scientific mumbo jumbo that requires a dictionary in one hand (major shout out to Kindle though for my "comes with it for free" New Oxford Dictionary!!) and a mouse, pointed at Google in the other. I also learned the word, cloaca (which is now the word of the day and if someone else says it, "scream real loud!!!")and how to perform the "cloacal kiss." Of course you do need a cloaca to do this. But it's fun knowledge for cocktail parties, I think... or Christmas dinner at your in-laws... or church board meetings... I digress.... ANYHOO, a cloaca, for those who don't have time to visit the link, is from the Latin word for sewer. And it is an all purpose anatomical hole for peeing, pooping and baby making. Apparently most, if not all, dino's had these.
And while some dino's may well have had... um, the word in our house is "peetie"...peeties, maybe even up to 12 feet (yes! feet.) long, (T-Rex...of course...well, you know what they say about dudes with short arms), apparently, they procreated by rubbing cloacas. Good to know, eh?
Well, the article goes on to explicitly describe how a dino lover must take care not impale or be impaled by spines, horns, other bony appendages and whatnot, not to mention be able to maneuver effectively due to their large size. All well and good. Things one should probably consider in contemplating prehistoric nature... I especially liked the quote from Dr. Gregory M. Erickson, an evolutionary biologist at Florida State University,who said, "It must have been a hell of a thing to see." ...(INDEED!!) ...and then, naturally, there was the slideshow.
But the opening sentences: "Ever think about dinosaur sex? Paleontologists do...", got me thinking about Ross Geller on Friends, which of course made me giggle, and then it really had me at "cloacal kiss." So by the time my tweener daughters found me, the giggling had manifested to full on laughter. Of course this led to them reading the article, and subsequently (because inquiring minds wanna know, right?) to viewing the slideshow.
BTW, no, it is not the same artist... there are actually several who have exhibits in the museum....here's a link: http://www.childrensmuseum.org/themuseum/dinosphere/virtual_tour/gallery/gallery.html
Which seriously does beg the question as to just why there are so many dino artists out there... Then again, Dino sex is apparently big news.
Anyway, I fired up the old 'puter, sat down with my just perfect, cooled to the right spot, good to the last drop, bigass cup of coffee to read the news of the day, and blam!!!!!! DINO PORN. (and because I am a conserver of food and beverage, none got spit, but IT COULD HAVE...if you saw what I saw!) Yes, right there on my screen. Masquerading as Science. *yank half moon spectacles from chain adorned with cat charms, and don them* It was an article entitled, Dinosaur Sex Experts Concur That Animals Mated Front To Back, posted by Huff Post Science.
Here's the link, so you can play along at home: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/07/09/dinosaur-sex_n_1659391.html?ir=Science I'll wait.
Did you do the slideshow too?????? Oh, you HAVE TO DO THE SLIDESHOW. ;)
Now honestly, I found this to be quite a well written article. No major scientific mumbo jumbo that requires a dictionary in one hand (major shout out to Kindle though for my "comes with it for free" New Oxford Dictionary!!) and a mouse, pointed at Google in the other. I also learned the word, cloaca (which is now the word of the day and if someone else says it, "scream real loud!!!")and how to perform the "cloacal kiss." Of course you do need a cloaca to do this. But it's fun knowledge for cocktail parties, I think... or Christmas dinner at your in-laws... or church board meetings... I digress.... ANYHOO, a cloaca, for those who don't have time to visit the link, is from the Latin word for sewer. And it is an all purpose anatomical hole for peeing, pooping and baby making. Apparently most, if not all, dino's had these.
And while some dino's may well have had... um, the word in our house is "peetie"...peeties, maybe even up to 12 feet (yes! feet.) long, (T-Rex...of course...well, you know what they say about dudes with short arms), apparently, they procreated by rubbing cloacas. Good to know, eh?
Well, the article goes on to explicitly describe how a dino lover must take care not impale or be impaled by spines, horns, other bony appendages and whatnot, not to mention be able to maneuver effectively due to their large size. All well and good. Things one should probably consider in contemplating prehistoric nature... I especially liked the quote from Dr. Gregory M. Erickson, an evolutionary biologist at Florida State University,who said, "It must have been a hell of a thing to see." ...(INDEED!!) ...and then, naturally, there was the slideshow.
But the opening sentences: "Ever think about dinosaur sex? Paleontologists do...", got me thinking about Ross Geller on Friends, which of course made me giggle, and then it really had me at "cloacal kiss." So by the time my tweener daughters found me, the giggling had manifested to full on laughter. Of course this led to them reading the article, and subsequently (because inquiring minds wanna know, right?) to viewing the slideshow.
Which only raised more questions than it answered.
- How do they know dino's didn't use their peeties?
- Did you know that penguins use their cloacas too?
- So, I have this book, it's about sea horses, it says the mama sea horse lays eggs in the daddy's pouch and he hatches them. Does she ejaculate them? Does he ejaculate in her first so she lays fertilized eggs, or are there sperms in his pouch?
- Omigod, isn't that the same artist who did the paintings in the Indianapolis Children's Museum? Wow he does porn too??????
BTW, no, it is not the same artist... there are actually several who have exhibits in the museum....here's a link: http://www.childrensmuseum.org/themuseum/dinosphere/virtual_tour/gallery/gallery.html
Which seriously does beg the question as to just why there are so many dino artists out there... Then again, Dino sex is apparently big news.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Au...Eh, YOU! Yeah, YOU, it gets better.
I've always wanted to do a "It Gets Better" message. I was just never sure how to begin. But this morning,I woke up... in my longtime boyLovey's bed... thinking of the word autocracy. Yeah, who knows why, but I did. This made made want to roll it around (since said boyLovey was already up and gone to the fields of gold, as I like to call them. Hey, they grow golden wheat, beans and corn and his work out there brings home gold that buys food and AIR CONDITIONING. Anyway, he wasn't there to roll around with ;), so...) saying it over and over again in funny little voices. You know like, auTAWKricy... autOcrazy... aU-TO-cra-CEEEEEEE... Don't lie, you know you do it too. ;)
Of course this got me thinking about other "starts with au words"...autograph, autonomy, autumnal, autobiographical, Augmentin, August...my baby will be one in August, must buy more Winnie the Pooh stuff...auto writing, autoimmunity...it went on for a while...then it devolved into just the syllable "AU"... awwwwwwwwwww... and then, (probably because of the boyLovey and the fields of gold)... it turned into "Au"... the symbol...for.... GOLD...(insert a heavenly host singing "Auhhhhhhhhhh"...yes you have to imagine it with the "au" sound or it isn't as fun... really... ;)...)
And that's when it came to me. The THING I want to tell you.
You know a lot of people, really good, earnest, loving, people have put the I.G.B. message out there... And I know they mean really well, but the thing is, when you're living it, IT'S REALLY HARD TO BELIEVE.
Sure, I told you I sleep with my boyLovey. I kinda have to, we're married. It's part of the vows. But the truth is, I don't identify as straight. And yeah, if family members and friends in my ultra-conservative community happen to be reading this, I MIGHT HAVE JUST COME OUT...lol, if I did and you are really that shocked, get your big girl panties on... I would say I identify as pansexual. I have had some wicked crushes on boys and girls. I've had long term relationships with several people... Oh wait, YOU WANT TO KNOW IF THEY WERE MEN OR WOMEN, DON'T YOU????
Well.. that's private. And I feel all personal relationships should be that way unless you feel like sharing. What's more, no one should be judging you by whose hand you are holding as you walk down the street.
It is getting better, Young Lovers. Slowly but surely. When I was in school less than 20 years ago, if someone came on to someone of the opposite sex, it meant a beating...or worse...let's don't relive those days here on this blog...I know these things DO STILL happen, but I have hope. My straight, 15 year old son told me the other day that he gets come-on's from other guys quite frequently even though he has been dating a really pretty girl for a couple of years now. He's not at all fazed by this attention. In fact, he's flattered. And when I asked him how he responds to guys who want to go out with him, he told me, "I just go all Zohan and say, 'Oh, I'm only interested in the ladies, but thank you anyway!'" Now there's progress...and I hope good parenting...I was lucky enough to have accepting parents who just wanted me to grow up healthy and do good things. But if you aren't that lucky, you can still do a good job of raising your own soul to a loving mature being.
It gets better the older you get and the more you get to know yourself and decide what it is that you really want in life. I can definitely say that on the other side of 20 years. But it will take a lot of hard work, patience and LOVE for yourself and others.
But you must remember YOU ARE WORTH IT. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt. YOU ARE GOLDEN. You must always tell yourself this. Whether you believe in a man in the sky who knit you together with love and wrote all your days in a big book of Life, or you believe the whole thing just banged one day, you gotta know that was a lot of patience and love, or one helluva bang to make something so intricate, and beautiful as your body, your soul, your whole being.... like *whispers with the heaving sigh of the Universe breathing life into the world*...G-OOOOOOOOOO-LD. You must not let this world destroy you. Be malleable, of course. It's the only way to grow and mature and have compassion. But do not let your preciousness be destroyed. You're gold, so it's simply not allowed. <3 FROM ME2U LOVE, RALEY BLUE <3
Of course this got me thinking about other "starts with au words"...autograph, autonomy, autumnal, autobiographical, Augmentin, August...my baby will be one in August, must buy more Winnie the Pooh stuff...auto writing, autoimmunity...it went on for a while...then it devolved into just the syllable "AU"... awwwwwwwwwww... and then, (probably because of the boyLovey and the fields of gold)... it turned into "Au"... the symbol...for.... GOLD...(insert a heavenly host singing "Auhhhhhhhhhh"...yes you have to imagine it with the "au" sound or it isn't as fun... really... ;)...)
And that's when it came to me. The THING I want to tell you.
You know a lot of people, really good, earnest, loving, people have put the I.G.B. message out there... And I know they mean really well, but the thing is, when you're living it, IT'S REALLY HARD TO BELIEVE.
Sure, I told you I sleep with my boyLovey. I kinda have to, we're married. It's part of the vows. But the truth is, I don't identify as straight. And yeah, if family members and friends in my ultra-conservative community happen to be reading this, I MIGHT HAVE JUST COME OUT...lol, if I did and you are really that shocked, get your big girl panties on... I would say I identify as pansexual. I have had some wicked crushes on boys and girls. I've had long term relationships with several people... Oh wait, YOU WANT TO KNOW IF THEY WERE MEN OR WOMEN, DON'T YOU????
Well.. that's private. And I feel all personal relationships should be that way unless you feel like sharing. What's more, no one should be judging you by whose hand you are holding as you walk down the street.
It is getting better, Young Lovers. Slowly but surely. When I was in school less than 20 years ago, if someone came on to someone of the opposite sex, it meant a beating...or worse...let's don't relive those days here on this blog...I know these things DO STILL happen, but I have hope. My straight, 15 year old son told me the other day that he gets come-on's from other guys quite frequently even though he has been dating a really pretty girl for a couple of years now. He's not at all fazed by this attention. In fact, he's flattered. And when I asked him how he responds to guys who want to go out with him, he told me, "I just go all Zohan and say, 'Oh, I'm only interested in the ladies, but thank you anyway!'" Now there's progress...and I hope good parenting...I was lucky enough to have accepting parents who just wanted me to grow up healthy and do good things. But if you aren't that lucky, you can still do a good job of raising your own soul to a loving mature being.
It gets better the older you get and the more you get to know yourself and decide what it is that you really want in life. I can definitely say that on the other side of 20 years. But it will take a lot of hard work, patience and LOVE for yourself and others.
But you must remember YOU ARE WORTH IT. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt. YOU ARE GOLDEN. You must always tell yourself this. Whether you believe in a man in the sky who knit you together with love and wrote all your days in a big book of Life, or you believe the whole thing just banged one day, you gotta know that was a lot of patience and love, or one helluva bang to make something so intricate, and beautiful as your body, your soul, your whole being.... like *whispers with the heaving sigh of the Universe breathing life into the world*...G-OOOOOOOOOO-LD. You must not let this world destroy you. Be malleable, of course. It's the only way to grow and mature and have compassion. But do not let your preciousness be destroyed. You're gold, so it's simply not allowed. <3 FROM ME2U LOVE, RALEY BLUE <3
Monday, July 9, 2012
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