Links to my social networks

Yeah, I'm everywhere. I'm surprised I have a social life outside social media.

Facebook: facebook.com/karenwest97.3
Instagram: @karenwest973
Twitter: @karenwest97_3

And as there are more social media stuff, I'm sure I'll be there too.

I'm BACK!

Woo! I've had this blog for several years, and last year I lost all the info to get into it, so was never able to update with anything new. It saddened me. I didn't want to have to start all over again. TOO LAZY! Anyway, now that I've got this thing all figured out, I promise to try to keep you all updated with completely stupid stuff as much as possible. Much love, Karen

Looking forward to the New Year

I kept 2 of my resolutions for 2010. I've actually never kept any before, so for these two little resolutions, its like winning a little lottery scratch off ticket to me. But for the most part, 2010 was not a great year. I lost my beautiful aunt to cancer...and a few other losses due to divorce, misunderstandings and poor decision-making. I can't and really shouldn't blame this all on a "year", but with the circumstances coming one right after another with hardly any room to breathe, its easy to say GOOD RIDDANCE 2010.

New Year's Day is just another day on the calendar...but to most of us, it means New Beginnings. And since I kept 2 resolutions for the FIRST time EVER in my life, the thought of that motivated me to make some good ones for 2011 and keep them ALL. Not only will this be good for me, its now a challenge! (...and I've always loved a good challenge!) So, the closer to New Year's Day I get, the more excited I get. My brain is saying, "On your mark, get set, GO" and I picture myself running a marathon! Now, marathons are NOT part of my resolutions...but it sure looks good in my head! :)

For the coming year, my resolutions are obtainable, and with diligence and the guts to follow through...can be kept. So here are mine for 2011:

* I used to scuba dive years ago. For 2011, I resolve to get re-certified and take a trip or two to see the Shipwrecks of the Atlantic again.

* I resolve to finish two books for 2011. One, being "Big Dummies, Volume 2."

* I've picked up my guitar again after years of it gathering dust. I've always been afraid to play in front of anyone but my brother and my daughter. This year, I resolve to lose that fear. I don't want to play in front of an audience! LOL. I just don't want to be afraid of critique when anyone asks me to play. And I want to be able to sit around on weekends with my brother and friends and bring new stuff to the table. I don't want to be afraid to sing and play in front of them. I want to bring back what I used to enjoy before I worried about what other people thought!

* I resolve to be a better friend. To listen more, to talk less. To see past the obvious and love the person within.

* I resolve to love more, smile more and meditate more.

* I resolve to finish every project I start.

* No running marathons! Forget it! But I DO want to do the Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk! I would resolve to do that, but I have to make sure my schedule allows for it. Its something I've wanted to do for years. I hope this year, I can make that happen. This is not really a resolution...but a bonus if it does happen.

I'm sure I'll make a few more before tomorrow. Right now, these are awesome...and I'm already looking forward to the best year ever. I...am...happy.

Happy New Year,

Love,
Karen

I'm awake!

Quit pokin' the bear, dangit! Eyiyiyiyiyi. I didn't post anything for the entire month of October, and that month had a whoppin' 31 days in it! I had a gentle reminder via email about 2 weeks ago. Truth of the matter is, I wrote several blog posts but thought them too corny to publish. So I got a crap-ton of them in my draft file. Most of them written in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. The rest of them when I was just plain ticked off.

Really, did ya wanna see me lament about weepy stuff? Didn't think so. You're welcome.

So no, I'm not gonna talk about the Denver Broncos. I'd appreciate it if none of y'all did either. The 59-14 game against the Raiders was as much of a shellackin' as I could handle, until the Niners came and whooped our butts later. GeeeeAAAAAHHHHD! I'm not gonna jump on the winning team bandwagons tho'. I'm gonna stick with the Broncos as I have since 1983...even if their name IS below Copyright 2010 on the NFL homepage.

I'm not going to talk about the rude lady at the DMV, even though I really think she needs to take a vacation and soak in a danged bubble bath for a week...or a month. Whatever it's gonna take to get that stick...well, I ain't gonna finish that thought.

And I'm NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW MANY LICKS IT TAKES TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE ROLL TOOTSIE POP...cuz I don't eat candy anymore. ARRRRRRGH! I need to find a subject that doesn't set me off.

Maybe...like...what I'm going to do with the extra hour we get this weekend when we set our clocks back. Let me see....

* Watch 2 Full House episodes on Hulu.

* Count the tiles on all the bathroom floors.

* Find out how much money I can save by switching all of my insurance companies.

* Text Roulette.

* Search the dryer vent for missing socks.

* Google Stephen Spielberg.

* Buy a pony.

I'll do none of the above and just sleep it off, I'm sure. Sure beats thinking about those Broncos. Maybe the Broncos can use Rude Lady as offensive linewoman.
It might make all of us happy.

Until next time,
Niters.

A special "Thank you"

Last night, I received a text from a friend just out of the blue. Not a text forward. The real deal from someone who is sensitive to the broken spirited. He told me I was loved...and he loved me...and felt that I needed to know it at that particular moment. He was absolutely right.

It's been a rough 6 months.

I admit that I am not unbreakable.

But I'm still a fighter.

Slack a$$ with a busted laptop and time to kill...

"It was a dark and stormy night..." That's what my Facebook friend Bill suggested as my opening line for my latest blog post. Coincidently, it IS a dark and stormy night, and I'm bored stupid. So, I'm just gonna purge my brain of whatever is going on up there...no matter how idiotic it is...so buckle your seatbelt.

I'm using the main PC in the dining room to write this. My little notebook I lovingly named "Junior" was injured. By my foot. One night as I was lying in my bed, I was playing a simple game of Word Whomp. I got so tired, I shut Junior down and set him on the floor...something I had never done because I was worried it would get broken. The next morning when the alarm went off, I jumped up and stepped on "something" and heard it crrrraaaaaaaaaack! I didn't bother to look at what it was until after my morning tea and shower. Yeah...Junior's screen is all busted, but the rest of it works just fine. So, I got this magic cord thing from my engineer friend John and hooked poor Junior up to a 32 inch flat screen TV. Good news is, nothing's lost. The bad news is, now it's too big to fit in my purse.

Okay, so let the brain purging begin, so I can make room for more stupid stuff.

I learned a bunch of new stuff over the last 6 months...like...stuff I thought I knew about stuff I really don't know as much as I thought about stuff. I'm still learning new stuff and some of the new stuff I am learning is really ticking me off. Therefore, I need to practice, "bite tongue, smile pretty" so I can adapt to new stuff. Did that make sense? Probably not. But it did to me.

My dream man is Richard Collier. (Character in the movie "Somewhere In Time"...if you haven't seen it, rent it...unless you really hate chick flicks. Rent it anyway.) Alas, Richard is dead. In both the movie and real life. I really think Richard would have loved me. Like Elise, I would let him walk around with toilet paper stuck to his face all day, just so he knows there is no shame being "him" around me. And I'd tell him if his suit sucked. But as I said, Richard is dead. Oh, and he's not real either. That could be a problem.

(Hang in there...I'm still brain purging.)

If I had a son, I would have named him Vladimir and he would have known how to spell it by the time he was three months old.

I think Smart Cars are just a Jedi mind trick. I've only seen them in one color. Blue. Do they look sexier in red? Ouch! GAHD! My brain hurt on THAT thought!

Squirrel does NOT taste like chicken. Rattlesnake does NOT taste like chicken. Gator does NOT taste like chicken. Chicken flavored ramen does NOT taste like chicken. Remember that snack cracker Chikin in a Biskit? What the hell is THAT? They put a chicken on the box to psych me out? The only thing chicken about that is the guy who typed the fine print of the REAL ingredients. Chicken tastes like chicken. End of story.

Iiiiiiiiiiii'm Henery the Eighth I am...

Stupid ideas make great infomercials. Really. How many of you bought the "Bump It"?
Somebody got rich on little pieces of plastic. Maybe it's my turn now. What can I do with a crapload of dryer lint?

Jello creeps me out.

If I had another son, I would have named him Jonesy...after that stupid cat on "Alien."

I heard Snooki read a book. That's nice. Who's Snooki?


Oh GAHD, I think my cerebrum is empty now. (insert joke here).

Going to bed to reload.

Until next time,
KW

In Memory of Joan Elizabeth Specht

 

Years of hanging on to dreams already gone
Years of wishing you were here...
After all this time you'd think I wouldn't cry
It's just...I still love you
after all these years.

Beloved Aunt: Joan Elizabeth Specht, January 18th, 1951 - July 27th, 2010