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    July 30

    Lesson

    My dad taught me something yesterday, on purpose.
     
     
     
    He's taught me lots of stuff, it's just that it's usually by accident. 

    Quiet

    sometimes it's just too quiet around here.
    the phone hasn't rang in...well, I don't know how long, because I haven't been home much.
    no tv or radio on...
    just the sound of a fan and
    my own thoughts...
    which could be the loudest noise of
    all 
    July 26

    Dream

    Last night I dreamt that a turtle killed a kitten.
     
     
    Let's hope it's back to the driving dream tonight.  
    July 25

    10 Things

    1. I want to like pears, but they're too mealy. Ick.
    2. Keeter and I might go see Ben Harper when he comes to Massey Hall! Yay! I haven't seen Keeter in 4.5 years. Too long.
    3. After seeing a little girl almost get smucked by a car while trying to cross the road, I decided my (future) children will not cross the road alone until they're 16. And even then I'll still watch from the sidewalk.
    4. Someone I went to public school with contacted me on Facebook. I haven't seen her in, oh, 25 years maybe. She has *FIVE* children. Jeezaloo, that's a lot of kids.
    5. J-Bot's dog was sick this week. He had to spend a few days at the vet's and have all these expensive tests done. Turns out he ate a really big stick. Whole. $700.00 to find out the dog is a retard. I could have told them that for free. Luckily, the dog pooped out the big stick (whole) and he's fine. But still dumb.
    6. I keep dreaming that I'm driving. It's not a relaxing dream. I wish I'd quit dreaming it. Of course, that's what I'll dream about tonight...
    7. I laughed like Woody Woodpecker today, totally by accident. Then I laughed at myself for laughing like a cartoon bird. Weird.
    8. Maybe I only have seven things?
    9. My sister's friend works at a hospital, and the details are sketchy, but sometimes they replace dead people's bones with broomsticks, and use the bones for research. I'm sure they have to get consent before they do that. I'm also sure the story could have been fabricated. My sister may have been drunk when she heard that story. Or made up that story. Who knows.
    10. I waved at someone I thought I knew earlier tonight. Turns out I didn't know them, but they waved back anyway. Ah, friendly small towns...
    11.  

    Shameless Plea

    Someone buy this for me, please, please, please! I loves it. Only $20.00 on www.etsy.com !! Gah, I need a prezzie today.
     
    July 18

    Letters

    Dear Amy Winehouse:
    Eat a sammich, for the love of gawd! You have too much talent to die by withering away.
    Signed,
    Tuckle
     
     
    Dear Brain:
    It's okay if you want to turn yourself off every once in awhile. Hey, why don't you take a vacation....go to the beach, read a trashy novel, whatever...I can manage here without you for a bit.
    Signed,
    Tuckle
     
    Dear Ignorant Jerk:
    Did you think that because I was wearing earphones I wouldn't hear you? You're an excellent role model for your kids, by the way. Bravo.
    Signed,
    F U
     
    Dear Ontario Lottery People:
    Howsabout letting this sista win? Just send me the winning numbers anonymously, and it'll all be good (providing I buy a ticket. I'm not so good at that.Maybe you should just send me the winning ticket).
    Ta much!
    Tuckle
     
    Dear D:
    I know you're not as happy for me as you say to be, and that's okay. It would be better for our friendship if you didn't pretend.
    M
     
    July 16

    The List

    So yesterday, during an evening ambulation, I was making a list of things I need to improve upon. The list was lengthy, and in true Tuckle fashion, mainly unrealistic and contradictory. Some sample suggestions to self:
    • Stop using antiquated phrases like "ambulation" and "antiquated". Mr. Burns from the Simpsons has a cooler vocab than you do. And no one says "vocab"! Cripes.
    • Be nicer to yourself.
    • Be as nice as you can, at all times (see what I mean? This'll last maybe half a day).
    • Stop bringing up that subject, because you know damn well there's nothing that can be done about it at the moment, and harping about it will just make you both feel cruddy. (Annnnd, I'll give you 10 guesses what I brought up first thing this morning. That's right! That. Am such a retarded ninny who can't stick with anything).
    • Forgive yourself for being a retarded ninny who can't stick with anything. Besides, that's not an entirely true statement. You've stuck with being retarded for years now.
    • Take an honest, hard look at the situation and make an informed decision about what's right, not what you think is right.
    • Take more initiative.
    • Do more Stuff.
    • Achieve and maintain zenlike state of mind
    • Eat more fibre.

    Go ahead and start making bets about which of these things I'll actually accomplish, and which ones I'll never even attempt.

    Today

    I am waaay overthinking things today.
     
     
     
     
    I hate when I do that.
    July 15

    Earth to Tuckle

    Hullo, bbs! (that means you, Deb and Jim):
     
    How've you all been? I've been terribly well, being busy with work (which I am becoming disenchanted with) and ridonculously happy with someone who's a thousand miles away (I exaggerate, it's not a thousand miles. But it might as well be).
     
    Um...what else is new? Nothing that comes to mind. Oh! You'll be happy to know that my much maligned Crocs are now defunct, may they rest in peace. I had been wearing them on my nightly walk, and I darn near walked the soles right out of them. Drat. Also! I had pink hair for a few days. Fo real! The highlights were supposed to be red, but they came out screaming hot pink. I felt like Jem (Truly Outrageous) and considered keeping my hair that color...but let's face it; I can't pull off hot pink hair. I'm not nearly that cool. On a less happy note, something really horribly sad happened to a member of my family, so I'm sending healing thoughts to them. I bought a new camera, finally. Nothing too fancy, but it has more features than my old camera. Broccoli slaw is my new favorite veg product--try it with a light italian vinaigrette, red peppers and sunflower seeds...mmm. I am sick unto death of that Big Girls Fergie song (and I hate myself for liking it in the first place) and that Carrie Underwood song...though I do like them both. I just don't like hearing them every 2 minutes. This is why I stopped listening to radio a few years ago. But, it is funny that every time I hear the Fergie song, I think about the pictures floating around the internets of her peeing her pants...and how J-Bot didn't believe me until I showed him the pictures and I thought he was going to cry....dude, nobody likes a chick who pees her pants on stage. Golden showers should be private.