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I caught you looking! Now that I have your attention, what’s your sign baby? Maybe our stars are aligned tonight….

I’m an Aries which is a Fire Element, my sign being the Ram. My favorite colors are red and white and the only sign I don’t like is Libra. That means that chances are that you and me will get along beautifully.

I am headstrong and willful and have a hard time with being told “no” or telling anyone “no”. I am strong in my convictions, values and morals and am always willing to teach what I know.

I have really great qualities like being outgoing, energetic, dynamic (sometimes), courageous, generous, strong, and extravagant but I can also sometimes be arrogant, insecure, jealous, and concerned too much with others’ opinions.

Have you ever met another person who was the same sign and were you a lot alike? I have and we were, it was craziness.

I have yet to meet an enemy and I love to talk with people. I have a sympathetic ear and empathetic heart. All of these traits describe me pretty well, but I also think they’re pretty generalized qualities. What’s your sign and what are the characteristics of it?

Check out my constellation!

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Today’s Wednesday Fwd comes from my older sister, you may or may not have seen this before, but if not, you’ll dig it, it’s very funny.

**Rrriiiiinnnnggg, rrriiiinnnngg,**

**’Hello?’**

**’Hi honey. This is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?’**

**’No, Daddy. She’s upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul.’**

(After a brief pause)

**’But honey, you haven’t got an Uncle Paul.’**

**’Oh yes I do, and he’s upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now.’**

(Brief Pause.)

**’Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs, and knock on the bedroom door and shout to Mommy, that Daddy’s car just pulled into the driveway.’**

**’Okay, Daddy, Just a minute.’**

(A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone.)

**’I did it, Daddy.’**

**’And what happened, honey?’ **

**Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming. Then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn’t moving at all!’**

**’Oh my God!!! What about your Uncle Paul?’**

**’He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too. He was all scared and he jumped out of the back window, and into the swimming pool. But I guess he didn’t know that you took out the water, last week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he’s dead.’**

*****Long Pause*****

*****Longer Pause*****

*****Even Longer Pause*****

**Then Daddy says, “Swimming pool? Is this 486-5731?’*

Aaah! LMAO! That was hilarious!

It’s Wednesday!

Ever wake up in the morning ready for the day, ready to take on the world and then you get out there with some pep in your step and you finally get to work after your morning routine and as soon as you walk in the door run out of gas?

My engine went…. chuga.chuga..chuga..chuga……..chuga…………….chuga …………………..chuga……….chu……….. and that’s all she wrote. The engine died and my eyelids drooped and my step got heavier and then I realized, it’s only Wednesday.

In an effort to wake the hell up and get with it today I’m posting a video that should wake me up as well as you.

It’s just one of those days…how many cameo’s can you spot?

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**Warning** this will be a mushy post.

I always said that if I had any children at all, I wanted a boy first and I’d think about more later. I got that at first go, so I consider myself lucky. What this boy has brought to my life has been amazing, and life saving.

He turned 11 a few weeks ago and we’re used to the idea now. Sort of. My sisters all have toddlers or infants and they’re all at that adorable age where they’re talking and discovering and walking and they’re so much fun, because you’re their hero. You’ve shown them all they know so you’re the first person they look to when they discover something new and want to know what it is, you get to see those looks of wonder and amazement firsthand. The curiosity in their eyes as they wait, sometimes not so patiently, for you to find the kid words to explain it to them.

And they’ll hug and kiss without protest and they’re learning how to make people laugh, etc. It’s a magical time that I have very very fond memories of as you can see.

I miss the days when my son looked at me like I was his hero and like I was so smart and could teach him everything he needed to know. How foolish of me to not try to stop time for a few seconds at a time to cherish those moments a little better.

There are joys to him being the age he is, he can make his own snacks and drinks and he can play outside unattended and he can gather his laundry and clean his own room (whether it’s actually done or not) he can do his chores (when he’s reminded) and he can feed the cats if I forget.

But I miss when I could say, “Give Mommy a kiss” and he would pucker up, cuz he loved his mommy. If I tried that now, I can’t imagine the look I would get. He’s trying out all sorts of new stuff, his sense of humor, his smart aleck, all of it, we’re the guinea pigs.

I used to call him Little Man, but can’t anymore because he’s as tall as me and his feet have outgrown mine. We’re entering a dangerous phase in life. Munchkin was another nickname that I can’t call him by anymore as it couldn’t be further from the truth.

When he was smaller and it was just he and I, I tried really hard to foster a positive relationship with him because I had to be Mom and Dad at such a critical age for him, I wanted him to relate me to having fun too, so we’d go to dinner and a movie once a week and rent movies on another night of the week and share a lot of time together as buds.

He’s such a reflection of me at times, but I realize that now he’ll be turning into his own person, changing in ways that aren’t like me. I always tried to treat him with respect and I was never above apologizing when I was wrong, so I think if he keeps those qualities and adds a few more, he’ll be a great guy one day.

Soon I may start up our “date night” again, just so he knows I still value our relationship and want him to be able to talk to me or us about any problem he should ever have.

I wish he were little again sometimes when I see my niece being sweet, or my nephews, but then I remember the diapers and the potty training and the sick days and worry over fevers and the finickiness over his food that we’re finally starting to break him of…

I miss the little guy, but the Tweener he’s turned into is pretty cool too.

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I have a few songs in my head, and because I do, you will too dammit! Let’s get our mojo workin folks!

Gooooood Moooooorniiiiiiing MoooooouthyGiiiiiiiiiiiirls!

17 is a song I’ve always identified with pretty well, never had trouble from the cops in my “hometown” really though. Wouldn’t wanna go back there though, there’s nothing for me there. Of course it’s the human condition to be Sick and Tired and CCR is so good at making me relate and sit for a while on my pity pot.

On the pity pot is a place we all sit from time to time, it’s if we let others catch us that makes the difference, lol. Just don’t get caught and it’ll be okay, I promise. (If I catch you I won’t tell though )

Then I decided it was time to get off my pity pot and get motivated for the day because I have a lot of work ahead of me, so of course you know I had to go for old faithful… This song gets me geared up for everything, not really sure why but…it does.

Happy Monday Folks! Enjoy!

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Jessica asked a question in a comment recently on a post I wrote, “Simply Irresistable” linking to female bloggers I read if I had considered linking to the male bloggers I read. And I have, just hadn’t gotten around to it yet, but since she mentioned it, I thought today would be a good time.

I’d have to say one of the blogs I read most, The Simple Dollar is about money matters, I’m somewhat anal about our finances and am always eager to pick up a new tip. Great blog and definitely worth adding to your reader.

Another blogger I’ve been reading for a long while is DCR who is a fun writer who is unique and enjoyable every time I visit. DCR was one of Sabrina’s Money Matters first supporters and helped me get a contest up and going last summer for a Gameboy. We go way back like that.

One of my all time favorite “Top Bloggers” is Shoemoney, for two reasons, he doesn’t care what people think of the way he writes or what he writes about and because he’s normal, and that’s evident in the way that he writes. He’s not cocky like John Chow is about his success and he will talk to anyone, give advice to anyone. I respect him as a blogger and appreciate what he has to teach.

I read The Brown Baron as well because he always has great tips to share that make my life easier online. He was someone I also started reading when I was writing Sabrina’s Money Matters.

Another blog I read for a long time and recently stopped was JohnCow.com, I started reading this writer when he was behind BobMeetsWorld.com. He recently sold JohnCow.com and has since dropped off the map, but I hope he’ll blog again and when he does, I’ll read it - if I know about it. JohnCow is now written by a company based in Houston, Texas and I still read it from time to time.

One of the guys I follow on Twitter just started a new blog, Pete is funny on Twitter so we can only expect the same from him on his blog right? I look forward to reading his musings as his new site gets off the ground.

Nick, or as I know him on Twitter @kionee also has a blog that I look forward to getting to know…

Those are a few of the other blogs I read, the male blogs I read. I don’t really like to read the techie blogs so much so I think that has a lot to do with the fact that I tend to read more female bloggers than male. I can relate a little easier.

Hope you like them, I dig em and am proud to link to them and recommend them to add to your readers.

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Everyone gets tired of their job at some point. We all have days that are harder than others and I’m sure we’d all at some point like to tell them to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. I feel that way pretty often as well, nothing out of the norm, but in the back of my mind for all these years I’ve been working I’ve always wanted to work at home doing transcription.

Working at home would allow me to spend more time on MouthyGirl and with my son and hubby and if I could make it work financially I think I would be very happy. On that same token however, the job I have is not some cubicle everyone does the same job type of a job. I like that. I enjoy the people except for one most days and this job challenges me in ways I’ve never experienced. I could take this job and really set up a nice career as a legal assistant if I play my cards right, which to a lot of people is a good job, lot in life or whatever.

My bosses always act and talk as if they wouldn’t be able to function without me there, but they have before and they could again and I’m not foolish enough to think I’m not replaceable. I am. I also know I have a very rounded skill set and have been able to do things for them that they would previously pay several people to do. I’ve filled a lot of spots there and like to be needed. But there’s one person who makes that job harder than it has to be by the way he treats people, including me.

But at the end of the day, my biggest problem is, do I sacrifice pride for a job that I’m needed in? Do I allow someone to speak to me in a manner I would never let anyone else? Hubby says that I’ve made such a difference there that it might possibly hurt things if I’m not there, I have a hard time accepting that responsibility. Thinking I’ve made that big a difference would be quite conceited of me.

There’s a high turnover there because of this person and he must somehow know that people don’t really like being spoken to the way he does. I try to remind myself that every job comes with it’s bullshit, but I’ve never in all my years of working, been spoken to the way he has spoken to me. I think I’m getting stronger, as there was a problem/issue yesterday and I was able to stand my ground pretty well I think, but still, should I have to bristle to be prepared for an onslaught every day?

Maybe I’m putting the cart before the horse. I’ve got a lead on getting some work on the side, maybe I should just go with it and see what happens. What do y’all think?

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I was going to wait and do this for next Wednesday when I do another edition of Wednesday Fwd: but I didn’t want to wait. I gotta tell ya, I get some real gems from an attorney at the firm I work in. This is another of said gems, even better.. this one has a surprise at the end.

The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our
small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this
enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The
stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young
mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary
instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.
But the stranger ….. he was our storyteller. He would keep us
spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries, and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he
always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and
even seemed able to predict the future!

He took my family to the football and cricket. He made me laugh, and
he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t
seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing
each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the
kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the
stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the
stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example,
was not allowed in our home … not from us, our friends or any
visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter
words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger
encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look
cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much
too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes
suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced
strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my
parents, yet he was seldom rebuked … And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our
family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he
was at first. If you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would
still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to
listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?

We just call him, ‘TV.’

He has a wife now, … We call her, ‘Computer’..

Ha! Didn’t expect that.

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