Posted in Wine & Cheese

Wine & Cheese ~ 69th (gasp) Serving

wine n cheeseWelcome to Wine & Cheese, my weekly, Wednesday whine session.

Every week on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining. Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.

I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.

I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well.

I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.

If you’d like to read the past editions of Wine & Cheese just click HERE for all of the past postings.

Sit back and join me now for the 69th serving of some wine and cheese!

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😦  I have got to find a way to help Kentucky drivers realize that it is perfectly acceptable to do the speed limit.  I don’t mean exceeding the limit and speeding, I mean getting the vehicle up to that limit, achieve that which is posted!  10 mph under is just flat out uncalled for, really! Come on, give it a try, it’s liberating!

😦  I had the non-bucket list experience of being on the ferry during a severe thunderstorm.  I could see the sky was turning very dark grey, nearly black, as the storm was moving in, but I really did think that I’d be on the other side of the river in the blue grass state when it hit.  I was off just a bit in my estimation,  it hit just after the ferry had pulled away from the shore and was on it’s way.  Windy, the rain was coming down so hard you could barely see from one end of the ferry to the other (it only holds 3 rows of about 6 cars each to give you a feel for it’s size).  It rocked quite a bit too.  Being one that gets motion sick, this is not a real treat, especially combined with fear of water I cannot see the bottom.  I was pretty sure we were all going to die.  Obviously I was wrong.

😦  I often say in winter that I am NOT going to complain about the weather in summer, as there is nothing I hate like being cold.  But humidity is another issue.  I really do not mind high, hot temperatures one bit, but humidity so thick that you feel like you are walking through warm pudding sucks!  I am not happy.

😦  I am so tired of this hot flash crap that goes with menopause.  I swear my core body temperature is comparable to that of the surface of the sun.  The boyfriend found that highly amusing when I said it.  I did not find it amusing when he had set the A/C up higher one day.  70 degrees, my adorable Knight, no higher.  Even that is pushing it.


🙂  Every morning I get a sweet, sometimes funny, but full of love text from my Knight.  I lock them so they don’t get deleted and want to figure out how to save them to my computer.  I just love them.

🙂  Got my hair cut yesterday.  Not sure why, but that always makes me feel good!

🙂  Farts – they are funny!  Sure, they can be smelly, and even deadly.  The Knight claims to fart tulips.  Personally, I fart fairy dust, fun fairy dust.  The ex-hub used to discipline our kids if they broke wind around folks – do it in the bathroom or your bedroom.  Okay I’m big on being polite if you have to fart, walk away and let it go, then stand there a few so you don’t drag it back into the fold with you.  If you are in the store, with someone, be kind and send them away if you plan to crop dust the aisle.  Farting is funny but please, use some courtesy.  I am beginning to think my ex husband is such an uptight crab because he doesn’t blast one off more often and manage to find the humor in it.  A rather involved discussion of farting had me laughing so hard my sides hurt last night, thanks to some high fiber energy bars I purchased at the grocery store, and then dinner at Buffalo Wings.  I made the mistake of asking why the Knight’s meal was call The Triple Threat.  Seems it is a triple threat to one’s digestive pressure release valve.  The jokes continued and kept me up later than I wanted to be awake.  But laughter keeps us healthy!  The act of farting itself was NOT a part of the discussion.  I’m still laughing this  morning.


If you think otherwise, maybe you need to loosen up and let one rip.

Posted in Coffee, Life Lessons

Farting In The Shower

farting-kittenBefore anyone panics, this is NOT a post about flatulence, at least not the bodily function.  It is more just an out pouring of what is rolling around in my brain of late.  Which, by the way, can be every bit as frightening to open up for a peek inside as what one will encounter after someone has farted in the shower.  Some days, equally offensive, no doubt about it.

And heck, we all know with a title like “Farting In The Shower”, more than a few of you high tailed it on over here to read this post because you simply couldn’t resist….sickos!

Did you have one of those weekends that just took it’s time going by?  I love those!  Time did NOT fly when I was having a great time and I’m so thankful for that.  I spent all day Saturday (close to 13 hours) with my friend who shall be known as the Teddy Bear.  Make no mistake, within that adorable, teddy bear exterior there is a grizzly bear.  But unless absolutely necessary, he is a gentle giant.  We met some years ago on a dating site and a friendship began.  We’ve been trying to get together but schedules were being most uncooperative until this past weekend.  But that is another post, it was too nice a time to fall in under a blog post title containing the word “Fart”.

Could someone please tell me what the fascination is with the show, “Duck Dynasty”???  I admit that I only watched about 10 minutes of one episode before scrambling for the remote.  I would have rather watched grass grow than another minute of that insanity.  Maybe I should have stayed with it?  I cannot imagine what draws anyone to it, so please, enlighten me.

*SIGH* It is only 7:13pm, too early to be sipping wine so I’ll have to stick to a cup of coffee for now.

Honey-Boo-Boos-Mother-has-a-BoyfriendSometime in the past year or so, I saw this lovely photo moving around Facebook.  At first I found it rather amusing, especially coming out of a divorce and several heart breaks since the end of the 22 year marriage to Lord Voldemort.  I had slammed on the breaks in dating and relationship land, vowing to remain single for a full year to rediscover me.  I am growing used to the idea that no one keeps me and that would tend to lead any normal person to believe that perhaps they are somehow flawed or unlovable.  Or both.  Though really, Honey Boo Boo’s mama has a boyfriend…someone is keeping her!  Granted, she is likely quite well off with all this reality show life they live so the man would be a fool to toss her aside.  Then again, he has to look at her, and be with that woman as she belches and farts on a regular basis and does disgusting things like chews food and then hangs her mouth open to give a view of it all.  I may have my flaws, but holy mother of all things real, I’m not that bad!

As if that isn’t enough, today on the commute home, I’m listening to the radio and it is the entertainment news update.  The headlines: Honey Boo Boo’s mama and her boyfriend, Sugar Bear, who also happens to be Boo Boo’s baby daddy, GOT MARRIED!   In a wedding complete with a camo wedding gown.  Someone please tell me that he married her for the money, that she is his sugar mama.

923163_10200263105398770_1205204837_nI’m seriously a bit concerned here.  Just this weekend I was told I am: sexy, cute as a button, fun, intelligent.  And yet I remain single while Honey Boo Boo’s mother is M-A-R-R-I-E-D.  Has the world gone off it’s rails entirely????

I can deal with the whole turning 50 in less than 2 weeks, even embracing it to be honest.

I am comfy with the fact that I now view life through bifocal glasses, and that if I get contacts again, for distance, I will need to purchase readers or wear bifocal contacts.

I was even able to find the humor in receiving a temporary AARP card and application in the mail.

What I am struggling with is the idea that me, the woman who loved her husband with every cell of my being, with every part of my heart, that adored the man, still got excited at his touch and butterflies in my stomach when he came home, who is certainly far from ugly or disgusting, yet is adored by men then tossed aside once they have my heart (which by the way is never easily given),  is single and seemingly destined to be a crazy cat lady!  I did not sign up for this, could someone kindly show me where the customer service desk is, I’d like a refund!

935647_512630128785121_734655800_nOR maybe, just maybe, the problem is not me?

Maybe I am really the amazing woman I was told that I am by all those men who have since walked away, and it is simply that they cannot handle (read: control) me because I am anything but easy?  And therefore, in reality, they were not at all worth it?

Hmmm….I think NOW it is time for that glass of wine.

Posted in Random, Uncategorized

Everybody Farts

Okay there, I said it.  And this little girl did too, in a speech competition.  I thought it was too darn funny NOT to share it.  It is a tad hard to make out but well worth the read.