Cindyisms

Spending a little quality with one of my nieces I got reacquainted with that old familar toy the “Magic Eightball”.  You remember it right?  You shake the little ball and ask it a question and it gives you an answer like signs point to yes.  Well she just got it and she wanted me to play with her.  So of course being a wonderful aunt I did.
Now in her eleven year old mind this toy tells the truth and if you word the questions right it won’t lie to you.  Corny yes, but I believed it once a long time ago too.  So we took turns asking it questions.  Hers were things like, “Does Tommy like me?  Will he send in a Valentine gram?  Will he ask me to dance at the dance?  Am I prettier then my sisters?” All very child like questions and I of course kept it clean and asked things like, “Will I get roses for Valentines day?  Will I win the Lotto?  Will I ever be thin?” Aren’t you proud of me?

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I got something in my mind and I don’t know exactly how I want to phrase it, so I’m going to just type it out and hope it makes sense.  With the loss of the space shuttle seven and the events of the past few months I’ve been thinking about my own personal beliefs.  Religion or the lack of, is a personal choice and there are many variations to it.  How can any ONE be the “right” ONE?  My opinion is people should be free to believe what makes them comfortable as long as it doesn’t hurt another person or that persons loved ones.
What do I believe in?  I believe in God.  I believe in the ten commandments. I believe that this is a stopping ground and there is more after this life.  I call myself a christian though many will feel I don’t have the right.  Here’s my point..

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Married life is not easy and some days it seems harder then others.  I don’t ask for much around the house.  Basic shit like pick up the clothes, put the dishes in the sink and take out the trash.  Doesn’t sound too horrible does it?  And often I find myself picking up clothes and dishes anyway, but the one that really pisses me off is the trash.  Since I hurt my back a couple of years ago carrying heavy objects is a no-no so I rely on him to do this one thing.  Again this morning I woke up to find the garbage truck had gone by and the trash is still at the side of the house.  GRRRR!  Now we both work nights and on the way in the streets a lined with trash cans, a sign that today is trash day.  Monday has been trash day for the last four years and I reminded him before I went to bed.  What’s the deal?

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Diets you name one and I’ve probably been on it.  Since the age of seven.  Been pulling off the weight and stacking it on for years.  More stacking then pulling by the way.  Then it started to hit me, I had been taught food is not my friend, its baaad and should be hated and I did.  I starved myself for days only to eat everything I could for a week after that (my cats are sure lucky they can run).  So not to long ago I thought to myself what the fuck are you doing?  Why do this to yourself day after day, your smarter then this.  So I changed.

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I think my husband might be going through some kind of withdrawl.  Because I refuse to pay $39.99 for cable to start and then some huge increase after ninety days, he has been without cable for almost a month.
I could really give a rats ass one way or the other.  I have a small TV in the bedroom and it picks up three stations.  I only watch three shows regularly: Dawson’s Creek, Angel and Buffy.  Yep! I’m a thirty year old teenager.
I can’t help it!  I have a thing for one of the actors on each of those shows.  Lust it’s just lust. 
Anyway I’m getting off track.  I feel horrible because all his favorite shows like Dragon Ball Z and hell if I can come up with the name of the other one (it’s on sci-fi) aren’t available to him.

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Ever get the feeling that you are headed for an adventure and you have no fucking clue what or where it is?  I got that feeling like a big change is coming my way, but I’m not sure what.  I don’t feel threatened or scared just a little out of sorts.  I mean I hope with an ass as big as mine fate isn’t sending me rock climbing, but other then that I’m feeling pretty open.  Maybe this is just part of growing older.  You older people, are you dealing with this?  I guess I have to sit back and see.

My husband and I have been married for almost seven years and like most couples we fight.  About chores, family, driving, sex and all that other stuff.  But our big one is, can men and women actually just be friends.
I can count the number of female friends I have on one hand.  Most chicks just don’t like me.  I was told once that I didn’t act like a girl so I couldn’t be trusted.  I don’t know what that meant, but let’s be honest I don’t really give a shit either.  My view on friendship is simple...friends should be able to talk to one another about anything and agree to disagree if you have opposing views. 

TheHarry…

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I’m having that warm fuzzy feeling right now.  Nope it’s not pee rolling down my leg, it’s that feeling that no matter how fucked up the world gets I can handle it. 
Yesterday my husband and I spent the day with my two very best friends in the world.  We ate a little dinner, played a game or five, said fuck seventy-two times between us(okay 52 of those were just mine) and just enjoyed each others company.
Each of us are facing challenges everyday that affect our lives, but when we all get together I start to feel renewed.  Stronger and happier then I had in days.  We only have a chance to get together once or twice a month, but I cherish every moment.
Do you have a friend or two like that?  I’ve always loved the quote, “A friend is someone who knows all about you, but loves you just the same.” No two people know me better.  They know I try to be a good person and they know that if threatened I can be a real bitch, but it doesn’t change how they feel about me.  Wish you had friends like this?  Work on it.  There are probably people right under your nose who want to be there for you!
By the way Mom dinner was great and Dad I’ll kick your ass next week.  Count on it.

Ever seen those commercials for a weight loss company where the people are standing next to a stack of bowling balls or water jugs.  I get such a kick out of those.  I’m so happy for those people and all, but I picture myself standing there in front of a pile of bowling balls and just laugh my big ass off.
Probowlers, my nephew says, usually use a 16 pound ball.  So say that I lost all the weight I had to lose and was to stand next to a pile of bowling balls...wait let me get the calculator...that’s nineteen balls plus 3/4’s of number 20. (Do the math if you wish, but I’ll save you some time, you know those wide load stickers they put on the back of oversized objects, I should have one of those for my butt.) With my luck I would lose all that weight, look great and then get my face crushed in when the pile crashed down around me.  I’d be thin, but dead.  LoL!

Here is something that I find confusing about men.  I’ve talked with many women about this and it happens to them too…
What is so exciting about watching a chick doing the dishes and why would you even think that this is the right time to proposition her?  My husband will come up behind me while I’m up to my elblows in hot soapy water and get all “friendly”.  This is after I just stacked a weeks worth of dishes that need to be cleaned, pulled cheese wrappers and eggs shells out of the sink and had to scoop up soggy ceral because he was to fucking lazy to throw it away.  What the hell is he smoking?

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