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The unknown or unwitty.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 07:41:00 +0000

Hello readers. With 2012 I am going to resume some of the favorites. My new platform gives me the freedom to express myself without the restrictions of my "sweet persona".

If you are reading this, I thank you for your time. I am going to be writing "my" way, and not listening to those that keep telling me I have nothing to share. I believe we are going to be in for a joyous ride now that I've released myself from the bondage. Where I am headed I do not know... "Je ne sais pas"!.

I will continue on my hunt for the abnormal, strange, and pretty much useless information that my friends and family will find funny.

**Bonus if I get out of the country hits. So send me your weirdest and most strange encounters.

Sweet Dreams.

ME

Merry Holidays and a Happy Un-Christmas?

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 05:12:00 +0000

For crying out loud! What the hell is wrong with people? I understand that in certain situations you have to be politically correct, or abide by the rules and stand by the whole "Happy Holidays." schtick, but why are we allowing ourselves to be convinced that we should not use the phrase "Merry Christmas."?

Regardless of your faith, if you live in the glorious *United States of America* you should adapt to the customs and traditions that we hold true. We are called "The Melting Pot" for a reason. If we can accept your traditions and respect your beliefs, you, in turn, should do the same.

We teach our children to be unbiased and nonjudgmental. We encourage them to learn from other cultures, and to use that information to better themselves for our future. What I've been privy to thus far has been abysmal.

The media has been drawing more attention to this matter, and I am grateful because apparently we've been in a fog over the past few decades.

It's bad enough that we have to worry about holding our jobs, not losing our houses, or wondering in general what the future holds for our families, but do we really have to bully each other on the right or wrong of a religious holiday?

I believe in God, Jesus, and Angels. That is MY belief. I do not force this on anyone. My friends are all unique. Each one has a different nationality, with a religion of their own, a strong personality that can not be copied, and a voice/opinion that can not be taken away, AND they all believe you should be able to BELIEVE in whatever it is that YOU believe in.

My point is, in the USA we say Merry Christmas. It's the day Jesus was born. You do not have to celebrate it, but respect those that do.

Merry Christmas everyone!!

Thou shalt not lie.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 05:38:00 +0000

I did it. I didn't actually say it, but it is what it is now. I can't turn back time, or re-do what happened. I can, however, laugh at the absurdity of the situation I put myself in. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Honesty is always best you know.

I can not erase what was said, but I can move onward.

The best thing about being me is that I can smile, take the lesson learned, and walk away.

Sweet dreams.

Me

LYN

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 21:26:00 +0000

Look at the gem I found on YouTube. I was searching for selfish reasons, and came across this. I know that it's meant for a younger audience, but who cares really. "It's all in the mind." ~Habeas Corpus by Alan Bennett.

And for the curious minded creatures that I know you all are, here are the lyrics courtesy of Pop!gasa.

Sweet dreams!

Me.

PS. No it's not me. She is awesome though. ;-)

Am I worth it?

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 18:23:00 +0000

Am I worth it? AM I worth it? Am "I" worth it? Am I "WORTH" it? Yeah. Pretty annoying huh? Four little words strung together that seem so harmless. It's the situation that needs to be addressed before concluding which form of "Worth" should be used.

I try so hard to keep myself guarded. I've always plastered on that smile, and laughed at the right moment. I'd high five, shake a hand or two, give kisses, and even hug it out even though I cringe at PDA (Public Display of Affection). I could blend in anywhere. I thought I had the perfect facade in place. Never let anyone get too close. Always refrain from the over-share. Do not bring up the past unless you intend on damaging your future. It should have been easy. Not so. Holy crap I was so wrong!

I now face damage control because of my stupidity. Simple phrases that should be construed as a fun jester, or a good razzing, have me on alert. I'm on the brink of paranoia and the outlook is not good. How could I have let it come to this? I should have known better. Now I have to greet people with the realization that they may actually see that I am not infallible. So much for the stoic persona I've been portraying.

The one good thing that has come from this is that I now know the phrase ..."You can run, but you can not hide." is true. Try as you might the truth always comes out at some point.

The person who said, "But are you worth it?" to me this morning probably did not realize they were setting my cosmic cogs on hold. They also did not realize the crushing blow that those four words gave me. It was hurtful, but I can not blame them. If they knew my circumstance and said those words intentionally, I accept this. If it was purely coincidental, I can truly say that I have learned my lesson on "reading too much into" what other people say.

The only person who should care about that question is me.

Am I worth it?

Yes.

Unthinkable ME

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 05:23:00 +0000

I am truly mortified. I did the unthinkable tonight. I actually told someone I have been admiring from afar that I adore them. It's all good. No one reads this blog anyway. Why do I do this to myself? Ugh. I should have stuck to the Nun thing.

I just made my life complicated. And I loathe complications.

I can close my eyes and pretend it didn't happen.

I could go to sleep, wake up, and pretend it was a dream.

Why is it that I have to pick tonight to be vocal?

Now I have to figure out how to breathe and walk whenever they come near me.

Seriously?

Thank you ME for being open and honest.

Sigh.

Oh well...Moving on. ;-)

My Top Five 2011

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 22:35:00 +0000

I was given a challenge by a fellow blogger who is quite an amazing lady. Now...it wasn't declared a challenge, but for me I took it as one. I've been procrastinating, and hemming and hawing about writing on my blog again. I just didn't feel like it. And then life took over. My days turned to weeks and those weeks to months. I am going to post for her Carnival with the stipulation that everyone reading this understands that I am not a traditional blogger. I write for me. This sometimes annoys people. I am careless with punctuation, and/or grammar. I love using visual aids such as photos, and youtube. That being said, I give you my Top Five for 2011.

I had a wonderful presentation ready, but someone knocked on my door and then I received a phone call. Both conversations made me rethink what I should do. He does work in mysterious ways.

#5 Books. What can I say? I love them. I also love children. Some of the best books I've read are meant for children. Regardless of the age I believe everyone should read or be read to. My number five is a demonstration of the passion I have and wish that all schools across America would instill in our children.

#4 Home. I am eternally grateful for the new home that Zach and I have. After years of living in such a cramped space (Yes I was grateful for the roof over my head at the time) it was such a relief to hear those words "Here's your key." It's funny how three words make such a difference in a persons life.

#3 Neighbors. I can not believe how lucky I am to have such wonderful people watching my back. I had something happen to me last week that shook my faith in how much kindness you can actually give to your neighbors. Tonight I had an awakening. One wrong can be righted by the good of another. Never judge those around you.

#2 Friends. I have been graced by God with the best friends a woman can ask for. I can go on forever about the wonderful people I've met this year. My Father told me when I was a kid that you can count your true friends on one hand. I know what he said is true, but I now have two hands.

#1 Family. What would we be without them? My biggest rocks are my Mom & Dad. I am eternally grateful for everything they have done for me and my boys. My Mother & Father have given me so much this year that I could never repay them in this lifetime. My son Aaron turned 19 and became a Marine. My baby Zachary moved with me and has been braving the transition.

So...Although my Top Five may not be the standard pop culture, or holiday ready...I am happy. And that's what counts!

Sweet dreams.

Lyn

Learning how to tie my shoe.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 03:29:00 +0000

Learning how to tie a shoe.

How do you tell your child that mommy
doesn't know the right way to tie a shoe?
Mommy doesn't want to tie her shoes.
She wants to kick them off just because it feels good.
She selfishly wants you to remain oblivious to the tainted world.
She wants barefooted days and nights,
and flip flops and floppy slippers.
No alarms in the morning or curfews at night.
So young, you only have the bedtime to worry you.
How do I tie your shoes?
I don't want to.
Not right now.
Let me show you bunny ears.
Let me show you around the tree.
In time my little man.
I will show you how to tie your shoes.

Lyn Hernandez
For Z-man
6/27/2011

Re-edited
11/21/2011

The Missing Photograph.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 17:46:00 +0000

"Missing photo" I know I'm not crazy, so why is it I can not find you?

Snapshot from my mother's past you are grating on my nerves. You captured the essence of her beauty in its simplicity, and I want nothing more than to share that with her and the world.

Long golden locks of hair swept down her back accenting her pale skin. The forbidden mini-skirt that was the source of many a tantrum on my part in my youth, along with Go-Go boots, made her tall frame appear goddess-like.

The lack of smile is apparent, but does not diminish the happiness in her eyes. There is that twinkle. The one that we as children knew expressed her joy without words.

There is no need for her to smile.

She has just been wed to my father in a quiet ceremony and is content.

She is loved.

So where are you "photograph" of this past moment in time?

You can stay hidden, but you cannot erase the image I have in my mind.

I've seen it's value, and it shall remain priceless and untouched in my memories.

For now.

Lyn

My crystal ball.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 20:56:00 +0000

My Crystal bowl is the recipient of my current anger management. I can't say why I chose this bowl, except that it is tied to my failed marriage. I hated that I could not hold onto something I cherished so much. It almost killed me to physically release myself from my bond to him. He was my everything, but I became nothing.

I took to smoking again. The back story is one I will post later, or maybe I won't. I wanted to desecrate something that would give me release. I wanted it to be something special.

Well, he has a lot of my belongings still and the few I took with me I knew I had limited choices. Light bulb! He had this thing about getting all the finer things in life. "Keeping up with the Jones's." is the best cliche that suits this situation.

My mind immediately went to the Crystal bowl. The damn crystal that I didn't want but he thought would make our home more like others. What the hell is that about? I wanted a home not a simulation.

So I defiled the bowl that symbolized our union. I lit my cigarette, took a few drags, stared at the lit tip, exhaled and then crushed it out in the center where I could snuff out the name of the artist who created the work of beauty.

No offense to the artist. The bowl is my art now. My therapy.

Lyn

My Frog Prince.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 16:18:00 +0000

I stole my sons Pillow Pet.

I couldn't help myself.

It's soft and squishy, and it looked so lonely sitting on his bed.

Do you see what I mean?

Who wouldn't want

to sleep with such

an irresistible creature?

I know it sounds mean.

He can always trade back.

Oh....I forgot to mention that he took my Spongebob Pillow

and is refusing to give him back. Try as might, I can not seem

to get him back. I can go to sleep with him,

but when I wake up....Poof...

He is back in Z's room.

It's probably for the best.

At least this way I can

dream of my frog

becoming a Prince.

Kidding of course.

For now.

Lyn

Geek Pride Day

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Wed, 25 May 2011 13:50:00 +0000

Geek Pride Day is an initiative which claims the right of every person to be a nerd or a geek. It has been celebrated on May 25 since 2006, celebrating the premiere of the first Star Wars film in 1977.

It shares the same day as three other science-fiction fan 'holidays' - Towel Day, for fans of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy by Douglas Adams, Star Wars Day, and the Glorious 25 May, for fans of Terry Pratchett's Discworld.

Basic rights and responsibilities of geeks

A manifesto was created to celebrate the first Geek Pride Day which included the following list of basic rights and responsibilities of geeks.

Rights:

1. The right to be even geekier.
2. The right to not leave your house.
3. The right to not like football or any other sport.
4. The right to associate with other nerds.
5. The right to have few friends (or none at all).
6. The right to have as many geeky friends as you want.
7. The right to be out of style.
8. The right to be overweight and near-sighted.
9. The right to show off your geekiness.
10. The right to take over the world.

Responsibilities:

1. Be a geek, no matter what.
2. Try to be nerdier than anyone else.
3. If there is a discussion about something geeky, you must give your
opinion.
4. To save and protect all geeky material.
5. Do everything you can to show off geeky stuff as a "museum of
geekiness."
6. Don't be a generalized geek. You must specialize in something.
7. Attend every nerdy movie on opening night and buy every geeky book
before anyone else.
8. Wait in line on every opening night. If you can go in costume or at least
with a related T-shirt, all the better.
9. Don’t waste your time on anything not related to geekdom.
10. Try to take over the world!

The Infamous Peanut Butter Balls

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Wed, 25 May 2011 00:37:00 +0000

Hey there all. I feel bad that I haven't made my Peanut Butter Balls lately. I have this strange aversion to Chocolate since Christmas. So, due to the many requests I am posting it for all to share. If you have any questions, or if you need any helpful hints please let me know.

CRISPY PEANUT BUTTER BALLS

2 cups creamy peanut butter room temp

1/2 cup butter room temp

3-3/4 cups confectioner's sugar

3 cups Cocoa Pebbles cereal

4 cups (24 ounces) semi-sweet chocolate chips

1/4 cup shortening (I recommend Crisco-It's never failed me)

In a very large bowl mix peanut butter and butter until blended. You can use a mixer, but the density changes. I suggest using good old fashion arm work. A wooden spoon is best for this purpose.

Once the two have mixed well start to add the powdered sugar 3/4 cup at at a time (This is an average). For the first 2 & 1/2 cups blend with spoon. The remaining should be done by hand. Gloves are nice if you have them, but if not please wash those hands very well and dry thoroughly before continuing. Once hands are prepared squish mixture (You can use one hand only for this part). Your natural body heat will help the mixture to blend more consistantly. Again, the mixer will change the final product and I do not recommend it .

At this point you will add the cereal a cup at a time. This HAS to be mixed by hand. Sure its messy, but it is totally worth it. When all 3 cups have been incorporated cover the bowl with seran wrap and refrigerate until chilled. (Chilling will help the mixture to hold together for the next step).

The size of your final product is up to you, but I recommend setting up you drying trays in advance. To avoid sticking use parchment/wax paper. Re-sanitize your hands, and keep a clean damp towel nearby. Roll mixture into balls leave space between each. When completed chill trays for about an hour for freezer or walk-in cooler. About two for average fridge depending on your settings.

Dipping the balls is tricky work. You can go by the "melted chip & shortening" method, or for a couple of cents more you could get dipping chocolate. I've done both. I liked the results better with the Dipping Chocolate, but who has that kind of money right now.

The chip & shortening is trial by error. Be very careful. Any moisture/condensation that hits your chocolate will result in clumpy chocolate. If you over Microwave the dip, it will clump and taste burnt. Both are hard to fix. I suggest 30 seconds at first for a bowl of the Chips & Shortening, stirring after the time ends. After that it's 10 seconds with a repeated stir after each pass.

Once it's consistantly smooth dip each ball (toothpicks work best for me), and then return to the tray. You may have to use new trays if you had stickage. After all balls have been dipped (you can also drizzle chocolate on each to hide to dip holes) let them dry. Dry cool space preferred. Do not stack until chocolate has set. If you freeze the balls you must allow 24 hours in a cool dry space for them to reset.

Enjoy.

Yeah. I know. Lots of work for a tiny little package of yumm.

Good luck

Lyn

Life is good.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Sun, 22 May 2011 22:50:00 +0000

Ducky post.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Thu, 19 May 2011 01:03:00 +0000

Ahhhhhh!

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Sat, 07 May 2011 23:32:00 +0000

I am drowning in a sea of boxes and stuff! I feel like a hoarder. Actually hoarders don't realize they are hoarding so I just feel like a person in a very overwhelmingly messy room.

I keep finding all these great things, but I am also missing several very important items that I know I stored. Ugh! So tomorrow I have to go back to the unit to grab some more "stuff" so I can figure out whether or not these items really are missing. Blah!

I'm pretty sure It's gonna get ugly. My niece is sleeping over too. It's going to be the easiest game of hide and seek ever. Maybe we should play Marco Polo instead.

Ok. Back to work for me. Happy Mothers day everyone. Someone make me Hash & Eggs for breakfast tomorrow please. I don't need it in bed. Oooooo....How about some Green Eggs and Ham?

Hmmm. Getting hungry now.

Ahh pooh. Now I have to cook.

Until next time.

Lyn

Moving day.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Fri, 06 May 2011 15:47:00 +0000

I'm not actually moving. I'm emptying out my storage unit. It's been five years and I still haven't moved so I figure why waste the money. I could use that to save up for my own place. Start a nest egg. Anything but waste my money on a space for junk that apparently I don't need at this moment. If I have lived without it for five years then I am good.

This is like a surprise birthday. Unexpected gifts sitting in my room waiting for me to unwrap them. I've peeked in a couple so far and was wowed by some of the little gems that I had stowed away for safe keeping. The rest is going for a tag sale. I've always wanted to have one for fun. Now I can do it out of necessity. Otherwise I'd have to bunk with Zman. No room here.

Well I know what I'm going to be doing today. How about you guys? Anything special?

Until next time.

Lyn

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Wed, 04 May 2011 22:01:00 +0000

Have you ever loved someone so much it hurt? Imagine that love and then not being able to be with that someone. Yeah. It really sucks. It's not by choice either.

Tonight I had a breakdown. I didn't mean to. It just happened. So much pain and wanting just built up with nowhere to go. I was fine until yesterday when I saw him. Then all the stuff that I had managed to suppress came flooding back. Then the questions started, "If I could have you back, would I?", "Are you ready to expose your already damaged heart again?", "Can it work without reaching a tragic end?"

All very good questions, but not when you are trying to go to sleep. The mind can be very cruel. Images of him floating through my mind while I lay there praying for sleep to come soon. Praying for my mind to stop with the relentless inquiries about him. Hoping that daylight would get here soon, but knowing that with the dawn would come the realization that he still has not called.

I am a fool. A blind naive fool. What's worse? I still love him. It's crushing me. Every minute that my phone does not ring, brings me closer to collapse. What have I done? I reversed time and threw myself to the wolf. I feel so stupid.

Excuse me for ranting away, but it was very therapeutic.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go pick up the pieces of my broken heart, mend them, and then crawl back into my shell.

As for you Mister, I know you are not reading this due to your lack of computer skills. Your welcome for me fixing yours yesterday. Maybe one of our mutual friends will stumble upon this post accidentally on purpose, and forward it to you. In which case I leave you with these words.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned/ Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. ...~William Congreve

Meeting new friends.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Mon, 02 May 2011 20:04:00 +0000

I was randomly reading blogs that I follow, and saw this button and instantly fell for it. I had to see what was up. So I find out it's a blog hop. OK. I'm game. I love meeting new people, and it's a lot easier than searching for interesting blogs yourself. If you are new to my blog. Welcome to my Fairytale. I'll come visit you shortly.

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See you soon.

Lyn

Justice has been done!

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Mon, 02 May 2011 03:59:00 +0000

What made my night?
Not my beautiful son sleeping soundly.
Not the fact that I got to leave work early.
I got to hear the beautiful words:

OSAMA BIN LADEN

IS DEAD!

Simply Sunday.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Sun, 01 May 2011 18:38:00 +0000

Nothing special. It's simply Sunday. Have a great day.

Until next time.

Lyn

I need to start a FarmVille support group.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 22:52:00 +0000

I have ignore all Facebook requests for ages. I was one of those snooty I'm-gonna-ignore-you-because-I-don't-have-the-time-for-this stuff people. I'd let it build up, and then I'd go in and remove/ignore all of it.

But,(of course there had to be a "BUT" in here somewhere), I went on a trip to Maine last month to visit a dear friend of mine and her husband. This is the same trip where I got the tattoo. Boy did I pick up some habits while I was there. Anyway, my friend JJ had this routine in the morning. It's quite a list (she has a Farm w/animals) and I slept through most of the stuff with the exception of the tea, cigarette*, and computer.

Now while I was in the habit of checking my e-mail, bank account, and updating my status, she was tending to her virtual farm. I'd be done with my business within the hour, while she'd be about half way through her tasks on her "farm". If we had someplace to be I'd have to wait for this to be completed before she'd even get dressed. I thought she was nuts.

So when I got back to CT I started missing our ritual, sans cigarette. I thought perhaps I should learn this FarmVille thing and we can do this each day as a way to stay connected.

Yup. It worked. It's been over a month and I am now completely obsessed.

"Oh no. Gotta get home before my farm withers!"

"Why is that person not neighboring me?"

"I wonder what that egg will hatch into?"

"I need more Farm Cash. Hmm. What can I afford?"

Yes. I actually paid to get Farm Cash so I can spend it on an imaginary farm. Imaginary Farm! I called her nuts?

I realized things were getting bad when I spent a whole day off planted in front of my laptop improving my farm and tending to my neighbors farms as well. Yup. Yup. Yup. I was FarmVille Saint. Don't worry if your farm died because you have a life and are out doing interesting things, because I will rescue it for you. Saint Lyn of DeFarmville shall grab a bottle of the Holy UnWither Water, and make all things good again. The righteous shall prevail. Laaaaaaaaaa!

Ok. Enough babble from me. I have to get back to my "farm". I'm breeding pigs! Ha!

I need help.

Until next time,

Lyn

*I quit smoking September 1st, 2009. I smoked for 4 days in Maine, and then stopped on the day I left. The only thing I missed about smoking was how cool it made my voice. Very sultry/lounge singer like.

HPDH Part 2...Sigh.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:46:00 +0000

Yeah. I know I have to wait, but here is something to keep you motivated.

I seriously think I may have a tribute party just for fun. I have watched Oldest Son, Weenie, Step, and the many nieces and nephews grow up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Because of the hype my youngest is is interested in this Harry Popper guy (yes he really does mess up the name).

I love that I can reintroduce movies that I've already seen, but have it viewed with fresh eyes.

Heck. All I am in charge of is the refreshments. That, and making sure everyone is happy.

Popcorn anyone?

Until next time.

Lyn

Spud Ninjas.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 22:57:00 +0000

OUCH!

That's pretty much all I have to say/write.

I burnt my tongue. Holy crap does it hurt.

It's Good Friday so I cooked a very nice meal.

Did anyone ever tell you not to taste food straight

out of the oven?

Yeah. Common sense usually clicks in for most people.

Me? Nope. As I stared at the steam coming off the potatoes,

what do you think I did?

Uh-huh. Yeah. That's right. I grabbed a fork and dove into the

gooeyness that was teasing me.

No really. The potatoes were saying, "Hey! You over there! Grab

a fork, and get over here."

I had to listen to what they were saying. I mean, come on, how often do

you get to listen to talking spuds.

There you have it. My reason for talking funny for the next few days is not

my fault. The Spud Ninjas did it.

The image doesn't even begin to convey the OUCH level.

Undill dex dime.

Dyn

I miss the 80's.

noreply@blogger.com (ME) — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 01:00:00 +0000

I miss the 80's. I was reminiscing with some friends today and John Cusack came up. If you hung out with my friends, and I back in the day then you knew every Brat pack movie inside and out, you worshiped John Hughes, and any cult like film that stared young actors portraying underdogs that win the day ruled the screen at our houses.

One of my heroes was John Cusack. I wanted to rescue him so bad as a kid. I still secretly do, or maybe just have a cup of tea or coffee with him.

The conversation we had pertained to the "Cute and Fuzzy Bunnies" on One Crazy Summer starring John Cusack, and Demi Moore. These "bunnies" were not ordinary. They kept Hoops McCann, (John Cusack), from finding love. Of course it's Hoops that's actually drawing them so in actuality it was him keeping himself from finding true love.

It's complicated. Just watch and enjoy the flashback.

Oh. These are all the animations he (Hoops) did all in one. Thank you Vinsinlau for the edit.

Until next time,

Lyn