Posts Tagged ‘global warming’

6
Jan

…and that’s when the aliens showed up….

   Posted by: Ashley Moreno    in Chaos, random funny stuff

I am cold. Not chilly. Not feeling-the-effects-of-a-brisk-day. Cold. Freezing. Nose, fingers, even the toes that are snuggled inside the fuzzy socks inside my houseshoes. Cold.

I couldn’t sleep the last two nights because my nose was so cold. I tried putting my head under the blanket, but I have this irrational fear (yeah…as if I have only one…) of suffocating. I know they say we have a built-in oxygen sensor, kind of like a car (note to self: need to take the Suburban in to get the “check engine soon” light checked out…), but I don’t trust my autonomic nervous system all that much.

Global warming my…foot. And don’t give me that “global warming causes freezing” spiel. Once upon a time, the majority of the earth’s water was frozen. The Native Americans walked here from far Eastern Asia—right across the Bering Strait, which at that time was the Bering Land Bridge on account of all the water was in the form of icebergs and expanded frozen polar regions. And then one day, a Mommy Nomad (a Mommad?) called out “If you kids don’t quit playing in that water right now….” and someone realized they’d better hurry that caravan along. Good thing, too, because all that ice melted and swallowed the Bering Land Bridge right up. What melted all that ice? The globe got warmer. Which—and I’m just throwin’ this out, now—sounds an awful lot like Global Warming. Thousands of years before Chevy introduced the Suburban.

Even my suburban is cold....

Global warming sounds pretty good to me right now. North Texas has had nighttime temps below freezing for the past two weeks. A Saskatchewan Screamer (yep, our weatherman’s a funny guy…) is due to hit any minute now, sinking us into the teens with windchills near O (farenheit) for the next few days.

This is Texas, for cryin’ in a bucket. Our weather-related motto (doesn’t your state have one?) is “If you don’t like the weather, just wait a few hours.” Sure, we get cold in the winter. Intermittently. Mostly a combination of chilly and not-so-chilly, punctuated by brief bursts of cold as well as blissful patches of look-at-me-I’m-wearing-a-tank-top-and-capris-in-February.

One day a few winters ago, we’d been in the 50s with rain all day. Then suddenly a cold front blew through and took us down to 19 degrees in a matter of hours. We were fairly new horse-owners at the time, and it took a while for us to realize we should probably go check on Mr. H.  He was a horse-sicle. His mane and tail were coated with ice, and he was shivering all over. 1100 pounds of shivering horseflesh is something to see.

We evicted the Suburban from the garage to accomodate him and took turns holding his lead rope and keeping him calm. The Hubby set up the heat lamps (at a safe distance) and Ri and a friend rotated towels and blankets in and out of the dryer. After a couple of hours he was dry & warm enough that we could put his horsey-coat on him and put him back out in the pasture. The next day I think it got up to 50 again.

That’s Texas for ya’.

As long as there's snow, then it's all worthwhile I guess....

But this winter has been brutal. It wouldn’t be so bad, except that I hadn’t fully recovered from all those consecutive days of 100+ temps and no rain all summer. It’s cosmically unjust to have to shell out $300+ a month for A/C and then turn around and pay to have the 500 gallon propane tank filled 3 times during the winter.

No, something’s wrong here. Somebody messed with Texas.

Last night, as I lay shivering in my bed, teeth chattering, alternating between putting my face under the blanket to keep my nose warm and pulling it back out again to escape certain death by CO2, a thought occured to me: Aliens.

What if the aliens used their uber-sci-fi technology to transport us to some freakishly cold planet as part of some collosal experiment? And what do they plan to do with us after they finish their little mind game, huh? Is that when all the bright lights and the drills and the alien probes come in? I don’t want to be dissected. I don’t want them implanting their little microchips in the back of my neck like they did to Scully. And I sure as heck don’t want to be probed.

Unless it’s a heated probe….

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3
Sep

Secrets from 19 years of contributing to global warming….

   Posted by: Ashley Moreno    in Marriage

First, a warning: This is for grown-ups only. Not that it’s anything bad, it’s just about all that icky kissy-face lovey-dovey stuff that you find repulsive anyway. So if you’re my daughter or one of her friends that friended me on FB, go back to playing Farmville. Nothin’ to see here. Move along.

In my last post, I shared three of my tips for rockin’ your marriage. Again, they’re not in order according to importance. In fact, if I had to pick my favorite, it would be this next one.

Four. Don’t nag. Anyone who’s ever watched a TV sitcom knows that men don’t like to be nagged. What you don’t find out until after your married is that their definition of nagging is fairly broad, including any sentence starting with “can you,” “would you,” “did you,” or “I wish you.”

Pretty much kills the honey-do list, don’t it?

Okay, here’s the game plan: Next time you catch your hubby in the process of doing something helpful–even if it’s something as menial as putting the seat down or something he does without being asked, like mowing the lawn–watch him. When he turns around and sees you, smile, do the lip-biting thing, let your eyelids flutter a little while breathing through puckered lips (practice this first to make it all natural, so he doesn’t think you’re having a seizure or something) and say: “That makes me so hot.”

He will probably think you’re being a total goofball, or that you’re teasing him. Here’s where the most important part of this whole scheme–I mean marriage building strategy–comes in. Follow through. And when you follow through, make sure you remind him what got you so hot in the first place.

Now, I’m NOT talking about sex as a reward. Don’t go there–it’s dangerous, because the flip-side becomes withholding sex as a punishment. Don’t ever do that. Ever. Bad. More about this later.

On to the next step of our plan. Let’s say you have a honey-do item you really need your honey to do. The first time, I happened to need the suitcases put up in the attic. Corner your hubby. Get close, hands on pecs or shoulders, nibble his ear and whisper: “You know what would make me really hot? If when I got back from the grocery store, the suitcases were put away in the attic so I didn’t trip on them on my way into the bedroom.”

If you don’t play this right, he’s going to feel duped. This is where you plant the big, passionate kiss on him. A little tease is okay, too. If he laughs, or shoots you one of those “you are so kidding me” looks, assure him that you are completely serious. Oh–and slap his butt on your way out of the room. That’s good, too.

More likely than not, he will comply with your request. Again–follow through. And your regular-old Tuesday night routine isn’t going to cut it. You promised him that not tripping over the suitcases was going to make you really hot. Step it up, sistah.

In the unlikely event that he doesn’t comply, you’re going to have to repeat a step, just increase the intensity to let him know you’re really, really serious. You might even make a small good faith payment up front.

5. NEVER use sex as a punishment. Ever. Dangerous, relationship-killing stuff here. Just don’t do it. Now, that being said, there are times when we women can be so wounded that intimacy isn’t a happy thought. It’s okay to have that talk with your hubby. Let him know–without blame or accusing words–that you feel hurt (did you get that? Not “you hurt me,” or “you did this wrong.” Say something like “I’m feeling hurt because of…”), and that in order to be intimate a woman needs to feel safe and open with her husband.

In my experience, the best time to have this talk is snuggled up in bed. Even if you’re mad and hurt, cuddling up in his arms will encourage the feelings of safety you need. And your hubby’s less likely to be defensive in the dark with your face pressed against his chest. Of course, he probably has other incentive to listen to your side and make up. This isn’t the time to get caught up in what his motivations are. I’ll fill you in on a little secret: 98% of a man’s motivations in a relationship are related to sex. That might be a conservative estimate. As long as you are more winsome than whiny, this kind of pillow talk can be more valuable than all the money you could ever throw at a marriage counselor. Especially if you’re doing that touching him on the right side of his body thing while you’re talking.

And a final gem of wisdom: If you want to be treated like a treasure, act like a treasure. Wherever you are in your marriage right now, stop and ask yourself this question: Do I want to be head-over-heels in love with a man that feels the same way about me? Do I want knock-the-world-off-its-axis love, the kind that curls my toes and makes people wonder what the heck I’m smiling about? Just say yes, because trust me–it totally rocks.

It takes two to make a marriage work. But it takes ONE to start the process. Don’t worry about whether your mate is doing his share. You can’t control that. But you can influence it. And telling him that he’s doing everything wrong is going to have the wrong kind of influence. Act like a treasure. Be the woman he can’t wait to come home to. Be the woman he can’t keep his hands off. Set your alarm to go off 20 minutes before he gets home from work, and go put on some make-up and perfume.

It doesn’t mean you have to be June Cleaver (thank GOD, because I would so be sunk….). But make the effort. Tell him what you appreciate about him. Tell him how sexy he is. Even if–no, ESPECIALLY if–he’s growing a bald spot and his six-pack abs show that he’s had a few too many six packs. Smile. Let your words be sweet. Make him feel loved, and he probably won’t be able to keep from reciprocating. Trust me, the pay-off is well worth the effort.

I went to a party recently. You know, those Tupperware-ish parties, only this wasn’t Tupperware. It was a Pure Romance party. And yes, it’s pretty much exactly what you’re thinking. The hostess was a dear friend of mine from Church, and she has made a ministry of helping women reignite and keep the spark in their marriages.

When the time came to order, one of the guests–a very conservative looking woman in her 50s–held up one of the sample bottles of lotion and whispered to me, “My husband will think I’ve lost my mind if I come home with any of this stuff. I just don’t know how he’ll react!” I smiled and said, “Honey, I can tell you exactly how he’ll react!”

I hate to generalize, because someone always lets me know that THEY are the exception to the rule, and I’m sure this is no exception to the exception rule. Men are, for the most part, slaves to a certain part of their anatomy. Not a big secret, right? And it’s not a bad thing.

After all, it makes them a whole lot easier to figure out….

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