I found this article at weird ramblings.com and thought it was too awesome not to post in it’s entirety!
Why should the wedding ring be worn on the fourth finger? This is a beautiful and convincing explanation given by the Chinese.
- Thumb represents your Parents
- Second (Index) finger represents your Siblings
- Middle finger represents your-Self
- Fourth (Ring) finger represents your Life Partner
- & the Last (Little) finger represents your children
First, open your palms (face to face), bend the middle fingers and hold them together – back to back. Secondly, open and hold the remaining three fingers and the thumb – tip to tip (As shown in the figure below):
Now, try to separate your thumbs (representing the parents), they will open, because your parents are not destined to live with you lifelong, and have to leave you sooner or later.
Go ahead, join your thumbs as before and separate your Index fingers (representing siblings), they will also open, because your brothers and sisters will have their own families and will have to lead their own separate lives.
Now join the Index fingers and separate your Little fingers (representing your children), they will open too, because the children also will get married and settle down on their own some day.
Finally, join your Little fingers, and try to separate your Ring finger (representing your spouse)
You will be surprised to see that you just CANNOT, because Husband & Wife have to remain together all their lives – through thick and thin!!
Neat, eh?
For almost three years I have gone to sleep on Sunday night expecting to see a little girl on my steps the following morning. I baby sat that little girl from the time she was one year old, she will be turning four this July. Her mom is going to have a baby mid April, and so last Friday was my last day with her.
I feel kind of lost. On a normal Sunday night I would be running about, making sure the sinks were empty and the laundry was put away. I would head to bed by 12 knowing that I had to be up to deal with the two three year olds in my life. But tomorrow my little girl will not be here. With the baby coming and her mom on maternity leave for a year, chances are she is gone now for good.
I am hoping that she and Stuperman will be enrolled in the same kindergarten class so that I will get to see her then, at least, and, who knows, maybe after the year is up, I will get to watch her brother or sister (and her before and after school). But. Thats a whole year from now, and it is right now that I am feeling so lost.
And then there is poor little Stuperman. He has had his buddy his whole life. I’ve played with him, of course, but for the most part, the two of them are off in a world of their own making. What is he going to do tomorrow when no one knocks on our front door?
2005
As you all know, I am better than all of you and it only makes sense that I get more than one excellence award. In fact, not only is it proper that I get this award twice over, it is EXPECTED.
Come to think of it, By now I should have received this award 1,068,480 times already – that, by the way, would be at a rate of one award per minute since the start of my bloggy career.
So, in conclusion, and with the exception of Lexi and MetalMom who recognized – and rightly so – my awesome amazing excellence – YOU ALL SUCK.
oh and I shall pass this on to :
Katie at A Byootaful Life – because I am secretly in love with her cat and like to fantasize a life where me and Puddy can live together, a life of love and luxury without society’s disgrace falling upon us.
Crystal at Boobs Injuries & Dr. Pepper – I gave her a pony. In some cultures we are already married
Fracas at Fracas – She is a Canadian. We live in the same igloo. It was either nominate her or deal with the whale poo she would throw in my bed when I was not looking.
Kelsey at HolyMama – On the 17th of every month, Kelsey writes a post about the importance of fondling and caressing our boobies. Boob lovers Rock!
Sheila at Seriously Sheila – She is holding my Tommy ransom for this post. I hope she sends him to me now like she promised…
Robin at the Road Less Unraveled – DUDE! She’s getting married. Think she will let me pop out of a cake at some point during the reception?
Margot & Shawna at A tale of two mama’s - So close to being two mommies and two daughters! Squee! I cannot wait for their littlest one to make an appearance in this world!
The Team at PayU2Blog – These guys never fail to crack me up, and after cracking me, they never fail to hand me the glue so I can fix myself back up!
Karen at The Rocking Pony – Her son and my husband share a name. And they are both super cute. I’m positive that this means she has to let me live with her. And that she has to let me play with the puppies all day. ALL DAY.
Shelli at Shelli’s Sentiments – I wanna be Shelli when we grow up.
(Blah blah blah rules
1. Identify the originator of this award, and link so she can get her well-deserved traffic. It’s Kayla at Project Mommy.
2. Pass on at least 10 Excellent Blog Awards.)
My in-laws finally came home AND they have invited the boys on a sleep over tomorrow night. It’s been so long since we have been out without the kids that I have no idea what we will do, but dammit, we will be doing it without kids!
My first post hit Stuff On My Cat today. Did anyone here get a chance to check it out? And uhm. HI to the 200 400 new visitors BPR had from Stuff On My Cat. The coffee machine is on the frizt, but there is still some Easter chocolate over there on the table.
Have any of you seen the movie The Mist? If so, please email me ASAP so we can discus the bucket of fail as well as the general what-the-fuckedness that was that movie.
On the advice of a three year old who is most certainly more qualified than I am, we purchased a bag of Oreo Milk cookies today. However, I think the bag is defective. Either that, or I am an utter failure in the art of separating the cookie from the cream.
Oh, and one last thing. Hubs and I are buying a car.
This freaks me out.
Pee ess: please direct me to the nearest where the fuck is my bullets button?
A few days ago, Avitable had nothing to blog about so he uploaded a picture of his feet. I saw the post in bloglines, clicked through to see the photos, but did not stop to leave a comment. I did however, e-mail him this picture of my foot :
The next day I was supremely board and decided to read the comments on his foot post. An overwhelming number of people told Avitable to go and get a pedicure ASAP.
Now, I am not proud to admit this, becuase as soon as I put this into type I will have to admit I also have no idea how to put on make-up (other than gloss), nor have I ever been to an actual salon to have my hair cut. (I go for the eight dollar MagiCuts in the mall) And I guess that while admitting the rest, I might as well tell you all I do not understand what the hell people mean when they say a color suits you, or anything else, for that matter, about fashion. I buy clothes based on how comfortable I will be in them.
In truth, I am absolutely not a girly girl, and even if I wanted to be, I would not know the first place to start. In real life I would never, in my wildest dreams, dare to ask an actual girl to explain these types of things. I think they must all be born with this knowledge or maybe I was skipping school the day that was taught in Home Ec. Actually, I took shop instead of Home Ec, so I bet you thats where I went wrong.
Anyway. What exactly is a pedicure? To help you help me, I will tell you what I think it is : You go to a nail type place – I’ve had gel nails – they sucked ass - I assume they do feet nails at the same type of place. Then I think they shape and buff and polish your nails and send you on your merry way. I am also willing to bet that getting a pedicure costs a lot of $$.
What is the etiquette on pedicures anyway? Obviously you need to have clean feet, becuase otherwise you would be a disgusting pig, but dose a girl need to make sure her toes are free of polish? Do I bring my own polish? I bet their selection really sucks. Do you have to tip them? Are you allowed to bring an iPod and ignore them or are you forced to make small talk? And what’s to point? I don’t find it particularly challenging to bend over and paint my own toes.
I’m sure that, unlike real life girls, you the interwebs will be kind and gentle with me in the comments. It’s quite embarrassing to put myself out on this mythical limb and ask for help on a topic that I should already know everything about.
And if you do decide to be mean to me in comments? I will send your mom a picture of Avitable’s toes.
And your Granny, too.
