Hijacking-er...Story Time With The Widow Lady and Sugary Cynic

Episode 1: Snidely Whip-Reed and The Evil Sandbox, Case of the Missing Jewell!! Good gracious bloggers are you in for some good ol' fashioned down-home hijackery! ...That sounded vaguely dirty somehow. Anyhoo, Sugary Cynic here, with Widow Lady Lisa to bring you (admittedly a bit late but you can go read my blog to hear me complain about why) THE DARING TALES OF SNIDELY WHIP-REED, EVIL BLOGGER-TYPE DUDE! Enjoy it. With your face. Once upon a time Long, ago in a land far away Right Freaking Now, there is an eeevil place known only as “The Sandbox”, and in this place lives a diabolical posing doll named, Snidley Whip-Reed. Sitting alone one day enjoying a cup of coffee, Snidley hatched an evil plan, his ID said to him, “Hey, you should take over the internet…but first, start with the blog-o-sphere.” He rather liked the idea, and asked his ID how he should do it. “Well, make a seemingly innocent place where people can come to laugh, but insidiously, you will be making followers of them all and they in turn will become your eeeeviiill army.” Well, they both had a good chuckle over it, and then Snidley did just that. Unbeknownst to Snidely though, in the blog-o-sphere, there were two powerful heroines who kept watch over the beloved bloggers keeping them safe from all harm (and most spam), Super Cynic and Wonder Widow! Super Cynic and Wonder Widow kept constant vigilance over the blog-o-sphere (well, mostly, unless they had other crap to do…) Snidley was so diabolically sneaky he created a place called “If I had a blog” which was code for: THE EVIL SANDBOX (of doom, but that is implied), and he began to gather followers, brain washing them to follow his evil, yet humorous ways. Slowly, without anyone noticing…people that could be a threat to Snidely’s plan began to disappear! Do you remember Earnest Fout author of “I am a blogger and you aren’t”…of course you don’t…because Snidley made him VANISH! (Which is ok, because he was a jerk anyway.) He began recruiting minions, his first were a group of widow fetishists, and then one day…it all began to go wrong! In the midst of making bloggers vanish, he abducted one of the princesses of the blogging world..Princess Jewell, mistress of snark. She wouldn’t go quietly, and ultimately he was forced to keep her prisoner in his basement. Thinking he had won he went back to his plans, but what he didn’t know was that Princess Jewell had a magic ring that she could contact the blogger super-heroes with to come and save her… When the sign went into the sky, Wonder Widow and Super Cynic were called into action…But what would happen next could only be told in a monthly comic book… Hope you enjoyed that...thing. Tune in next time for the pulse-pounding conclusion to: THE DARING ADVENTURES OF SNIDELY WHIP-REED, WHO WE REALLY HOPE WILL NOT TAKE THIS PERSONALLY OR ANYTHING, BECAUSE HE'S A PRETTY COOL DUDE. See ya!

The Epiphany Part II

When last I posted here (now realizing it has been more than 2 weeks) Id and Ego were left behind while I went away for a vacation. Why is a vacation such a big deal? Why were Id and Ego left behind? Well, I don’t think I came to fully realize its value until I got back and thought about it.

When Mariann (my late wife) passed away I poured myself into my work and became a bit of a social recluse. At first it was to protect myself and to have complete control over a healing process that in and of itself was a brand new lesson every day. Eventually, living in exile became normal, comfortable and very difficult habit to break. I occupied my time with managing a business, writing and sharing from a distance. This was my Homeostasis; the haven I could exist in. For 6 years I rarely ventured beyond the tiny world I had carved out for myself.

I had been invited to get away and spend a few days with a friend, which would seem like a good thing, but it made me nervous. I would have to travel not just beyond my world, but into a new one I was not at all familiar with. I resisted at first but then something happened that week that convinced me that I had to get away at any cost. Without too many details, I checked in on a friend to make sure she was alright. She has cancer and had been feeling poorly of late. I found her in a horrible state clinging to life, hydrated her and stayed until the ambulance came to rush her to the hospital, and came back to clean the house. She is much better today and doing well. I needed to un-see that event…and get away.

So began the adventure. What do I pack? My laptop, my camera, my portable art table…clothes…I must remember cloths, line up babysitters for the dogs, forward calls to my cell phone…food, I can take food. I love to cook. I gathered all of the “stuff” ready to pack it in the car and realized that there was enough to fill the cargo space with little room to spare. How long will I be away? Three days? Perhaps I over packed. I whittled it down to the bare necessities, which was probably too much and set off on the journey.

I will tell of this adventure in several parts and end this part describing the drive to my destination. The last 100 miles of the trip was spent driving through open farmland and small rural towns. I told my friend of the drive, ”There was a big city, then a very large farm, and then your home.” Along the drive I came upon a corn seeder (a very large, very slow piece of farm equipment) and found myself following behind at 15 miles per hour for at least 20 miles with no opportunity to pass him. Any other time this might have driven me slightly mad, but this time I smiled and said to myself, “Who cares. I’m not in a hurry, I’m on vacation!”

I’m just saying.


Richard E. Reed

I am over at Lisa Brandel's blog today with a story about my Father (my hero). I hope you will stop by and give it a read.

http://widowlady302.blogspot.com/2011/04/richard-e-reed.html

I'm just saying.

Here’s an Update

Well this post is a bit of a test. I am going to update you on previous posts, but if you haven’t read them (shame on you)…I mean please do.

I fixed my washing machine! As you recall form “It’s a Glam life” it had broken down. I disassembled and cleaned the drive motor, replaced a couple of belts and a switch, and it purrs like a kitten. I know this because after I repaired it I stood and watched a full cycle of cloths wash (yah, my life is that exciting), and now my machine works, and my clothes are uber clean.

The high jacking. I teased you in “Isms and other Coming Attractions” that this site was going to be high jacked by Lisa and Sugary Cynic…but it hasn’t happened. I’m telling you, if you can’t trust high jackers to deliver on a promise…I just don’t know anymore.

In “Gender Clonflict…” I eluded to the notion that my Id is a female. I don’t care who you are…it happens once and a while. Stay tuned for more of those animations/conversations and find out what form Id Ego and Super Ego take in all of us. You’ll be surprised.

Finally…I am going on a short vacation this week. Big deal you say? Well, it is the very first vacation of any description I have had in more than 6 years. I am due. I travel on business frequently and squeeze in a day of sightseeing, but that really isn’t a vacation. No, this time I am traveling to a land far away to visit a dear friend. It is an odd land with interesting sights and people. How odd you ask? Well, if you have ever played “Farmville” on FaceBook with all of it’s buttons and bells…it’s a lot like that! Details to follow another time.

I’m just saying.


Isms and Other Coming Attractions

Oh boy! It’s like going to the picture shows, buying popcorn and watching the coming features before the movie. Oh boy! I have it on good authority that this blog will be hijacked again by Lisa and Sugary Cyinic…and I can hardly wait. I LOVE this stuff!

In the meantime as you all know language fascinates me. There are “Isms”, slang or expressions in western English that have always given me pause for thought. Here is a short list of some of them. The expressions followed by my response.
Enjoy.

On the other hand – which hand did you start with?

In the fullness of time – that could take forever.

It is only a matter of time – everything is.

In the first place – where exactly was that?

At the end of the day – it is dark and late…except Alaska for 6 months a year…then it is light, and late.

In other words – if you have to rephrase it, why didn’t you start with those words?

That’s all I got for now. What “Isms” do you think about? Let me know. In the meantime…stay tuned for the main feature.

I’m just saying.






A Gender Conflict? Maybe!

It is not a secret that i argue out loud with my Id and Ego. Everyone has those conversations...mine are just out loud.

Well it seems that earlier posts, one of which posed my Id as a female character has caused a small rift among followers to this repository I call my blog. It has been brought to my attention that some of you now question my gender by virtue of the nature of some of my posts...

Muwahahaha...

I mean...isn't it obvious?

I will say this. I was married to a brilliant psychologist for many years and we shared a wonderful relationship. As a side affect of that relationship though, I became immune to therapy. I became so good at self diagnosis that my therapist referred to our sessions as "Healthy debate"...but still charged me by the hour.

Anyway...that was a long way to drag you just to make you watch a silly short animation I created.

Enjoy.
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I'm just saying.