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  1. Speaking Words of Wisdom

    January 24, 2012 by Marissa

    Here I am again attempt­ing to take a stab at a weekly fea­ture on this blog. This inspi­ra­tion stems from an online photo album I started on Face­book that is enti­tled “Hell to the Yeah!” Some of the quotes will be heart felt. Oth­ers will be cheeky and snarky in their deliv­ery. Here and there (a lot, really) are empow­er­ing to women. Men will still be able to appre­ci­ate the sen­ti­ment, though. I mean, it’s not like I am forc­ing you to watch a chick flick or read my chick lit. If you have daugh­ters, guys, you’re surely wish­ing for them to embody inde­pen­dent spir­its, right?
     

    Oop­sies! I went off on a tan­gent. Here is week one of

    Speak­ing Words of Wis­dom

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    Javier Bar­dem played the char­ac­ter Felipe. Yeah, it makes it all much more sexy now, doesn’t it?


    • My Hollywood Startlet Discord

      January 24, 2012 by Marissa

      I make no apolo­gies for my opin­ions and how cer­tain peo­ple grate on my nerves. I’m sure the feel­ing would be mutual given the oppor­tu­nity. And that makes me happy.


      • Don’t Stop Playing

        January 14, 2012 by Marissa

        George Bernard Shaw once said, “We don’t stop play­ing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”

        I took that to heart with the first snow­fall of 2012. A friend asked me to make a snow angel since he is with­out snow where he lives. A promise made is a promise kept!

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        • Four scary words

          January 12, 2012 by Marissa

          Words are just words until they lead to action. Or, what some­one sup­poses will be action. The other day I received scary news. These are words that ought not ever be mut­tered to a woman of my del­i­cate men­tal balance.

          You are in charge.”

          Dou­ble ewwwwwww tee EFF!!!

          I’m sort of sec­ond in com­mand, but it’s just a title thing, I swear! I can do MY job with my eyes closed and hands tied, but fill in some­one else’s shoes while they are off in New Orleans for a “work related sum­mit” is not some­thing I can choose want to do. Damn, I have enough on my plate mak­ing sure my peo­ple do their job with excel­lence. Now, I have to look after the entire the shop and make sure every­body does his or her job and hits their goals and keep myself open to texts and calls even when I’m home with a glass of wine in one hand and my other on the remote con­trol flip­ping between a bat­shit crazy house­wives pro­gram du jour and pros­ti­tots and their lunatic-living-through-their-child moms.

          Ah, I hope noth­ing dras­tic hap­pens. No one bet­ter get the flu or break a limb. I don’t know why,but when I read those words sent to me by my GM via email, I imme­di­ately thought of the ‘90s movie, “Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead.” This oth­er­wise happy-go-lucky girl is thrust into real­ity of being in charge of her brother and sis­ter.. First dis­as­ter. Then, TRIUMPH!!! Movies are so great like that.

          Wish me luck. Bet­ter yet, wish my col­leagues luck in not see­ing me pull a full-on Scanners.


          • Only the Lonely. The deeply, desperately lonely

            January 6, 2012 by Marissa

            I live alone and haven’t had a date in over 3.5. years. It’s been since 2001 that I had a seri­ous boyfriend. But never in a mil­lion years would I pur­chase the lonely girl’s BOYFRIEND PILLOW!

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            Guys, don’t you DARE feel left out. You no longer have to use your pil­low for … errr … make out prac­tice. Appar­ently, this com­pany is an equal oppor­tu­nity loserville enthusiast.

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            For cry­ing out loud! Who is this dude’s girl­friend? Flo­rence Hen­der­son? Mrs. Par­tridge? Sheesh. Finally, those ‘70s sit­com Mom fan­tasies can be fulfilled.

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            • Another Rissue moment

              January 6, 2012 by Marissa


              • 30 Things Hath Meme-tember

                January 1, 2012 by Marissa

                HAPPY 2O12!!!! Here’s hop­ing the Mayans just had a kooky sense of humor rather than a fore­bod­ing knack for know­ing the world’s end, eh?

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                This new year was started with me sleep­ing in. A rare thing. It could be due to stay­ing up long enough to usher in 2012 watch­ing the movie PAUL with my son. It was quite a feat since this week kicked my tuchus all over the place at work. BUSY barely describes it. You would’ve sworn we were giv­ing away the store with the num­ber of peo­ple crowd­ing in our doors. Seri­ously, do NOT wait until the final week of the year to take advan­tage of your vision care ben­e­fits. Why do peo­ple do that? Do y’all sud­denly get tweaked vision after Christ­mas? Just some food for thought from an exhausted lab manager.

                My 17 year old is still snooz­ing and it’s nearly 10. Oh wait, that’s not unusual over Christ­mas break.

                So, here comes the real rea­son I logged onto Maris­sol­ogy to present you with a new blog post. It’s a meme. In blogger’s terms, this is also known as a cop out, writer’s block jog­ger or sim­ply an easy way to get a post up for read­ers to “enjoy.”

                Thirty Ques­tions

                Thirty ques­tions that require a sin­gle word answer. It’s tempt­ing to prat­tle on and on — so unlike me — K.I.S.S. it no mat­ter how tempting.

                1. Where is your cell phone? Console

                2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? Nonexistent

                3. Your hair? Espresso

                4. Your mother? Gone

                5. Your father? Passed

                6. Your favourite item? Droid

                7. Your dream last night? Void

                8. Your favourite drink? water

                9. Your dream car? Free

                10. The room you are in? Living

                11. Your ex? Assclown

                12. Your fear? Abandonment

                13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Living

                14. Who did you hang out with last night? Mancub

                15. What you’re not? Fakel

                16. The last thing you did? Wrote

                17. What are you wear­ing? Clothes

                18. Your favourite book? Que?

                19. The last thing you ate? Biscuit

                20. Your life? Adventure

                21. Your mood? Mellow

                22. Your friends? Faboo

                23. What are you think­ing about right now? Future

                24. Your car? Saturn

                25. What are you doing at the moment? blogging

                26. Your sum­mer? Working

                27. What is on your TV? Candle

                28. When is the last time you laughed? Often

                29. Last time you cried? Thursday

                30. School? Finito!

                If you’re into it, blog your own!


                • The morning after

                  December 26, 2011 by Marissa

                  It is Decem­ber 26. For most of you, you’re prob­a­bly lament­ing it being the end of your four day week­end. After all, the day after Christ­mas is an unof­fi­cial hol­i­day that many employ­ers rec­og­nize. Lucky you if you’re one of those asso­ciates who gets to hang at home with the load of gifts you received on Christ­mas. As for me, I’m headed back to work as if a hol­i­day hadn’t even occurred. One day off and back at it! How­ever, I do have friends who didn’t even have Christ­mas day off. For some it hap­pens because of their career of choice, or for oth­ers they took what­ever job could get the bills paid and it just so hap­pens that work­place never closes.

                  Ahh­hhh what the hell is the point of this blog post? I have no freakin’ idea. It seemed nec­es­sary for words to occupy the web page. GoDaddy keeps send­ing noti­fi­ca­tions that I need to pay up to keep my domain and web host­ing. Seri­ously, do I care any­more? I mean, when I wasn’t pay­ing jack sh*t on Blog­ger this blog saw a lot more action. Since I’m not mak­ing a dime off my blath­er­ing, isn’t it a waste of my hard earned cash to keep it up? Yeah, I think so. With the econ­omy beat­ing me up a lit­tle more each day, it has been nec­es­sary to eval­u­ate smart expen­di­tures over fool­ish ones. When $14.95 can be bet­ter spent on say, putting a cou­ple of gal­lons in the car to trans­port me to work or buy 3.5 gal­lons of milk for my teen age son, it would be wise not to spend it on a mem­ber­ship for some­thing that serves no pur­pose to my life.

                  I need to vent, obvi­ously. There it is. The purpose

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                  2011 wasn’t what I had hyped it up to be in my mind. Sure, it’s my own men­tal­ity that made it what it was, for sure. A lot of us are in the same boat. It’s been 365 days of ebbs and flows. Oh, wait. That’s just how life is? You mean I can’t always be some cheer­leader ‘my life is bet­ter than your life and your life can be like my life if you just sip on this Kool-aid?’ Sure, if that’s your bag, feel free to carry it. I, on the other hand, have to sip on my own cup of brew and be who I is! Again, some rev­e­la­tion that should’ve always been my phi­los­o­phy. Hey, I’m a late bloomer haha. In hind­sight, which is always 20/20, it has dawned on me that I did too much lis­ten­ing to oth­ers and not enough hear­ing my own voice. Tons of do this not that from well inten­tioned people.

                  2012 is already set to start out with me suck­ing it up and mov­ing for­ward. Oh! Yet another bril­liant epiphany. With all the self-help ‘be a bet­ter you’ advice books out there, I think one of the things peo­ple for­get (me any­way) is to thine own self be true.

                  What can you expect from me in the com­ing weeks? Well, I’ll let you know when it happens.


                  • Nifty Fifty

                    December 22, 2011 by Marissa

                    Fifty Delight­ful Questions

                    1. What is your best friend’s Mom’s name? Delores

                    2. Where is the weird­est place you have a mole? I think any place is a weird place for a mole since they are weird to begin with. I’m just grate­ful I don’t have one on my face. You know, the big, hairy kind that makes peo­ple toss quar­ters at me encour­ag­ing me to go down­town to pay a rat to gnaw it off.

                    3. Who was the hottest teacher you ever had? Eww. Teach­ers were OLD!!

                    4. Have you ever made out in a movie the­ater? Nah. I’m not much of an exhibitionist.

                    5. What body part do you wash first? Face

                    6. Do you hover over the toi­let in pub­lic bath­rooms? No, the door han­dle is more funky than the toi­let seat. WASH YOUR HANDS!

                    7. What’s the strangest tal­ent you have? Prob­a­bly mak­ing up new song lyrics on the fly. Ask me to sit down and make like Weird Al and it won’t happen.

                    8. Do you have an innie or an out­tie? I’m fatty with an innie.

                    9. What’s your favorite fla­vored Pringles? Bleah. That’s not a fla­vor, by the way. I’m a messy, greasy Ruf­fles girl.

                    10. Have you ever been tied up? Do you want to be? Only fig­u­ra­tively. the idea does not thrill me

                    11. What was the last thing you ever got grounded for? Never. My par­ents didn’t know where I was half the time. Plus, my older sib­lings caused enough inter­fer­ence with their own fool­ish behav­ior that it deflected off me. I looked like a prodi­gal child in comparison.

                    12. Do you par­al­lel park or drive around the block? Yeah, I can par­al­lel park, but only to show off.

                    13. Have you ever had two dates in one night? I haven’t had two dates in 3.5 years. Thanks for that bit­ter reminder. Douche.

                    14. How many times have you been cussed out? Not often, really. I’m intim­i­dat­ing and peo­ple usu­ally back down from me.

                    15. Which shoe do you put on first? I never paid atten­tion. For future sur­veys I will be more attentive.

                    17. Have you ever been to a gay bar? What’s a bar?

                    18. Girls– Is this sup­posed to be a ques­tion or am I com­plet­ing a sen­tence? Girls have vagi­nas. Boys have penises. Next question.

                    19. Is there one thing all of your love inter­ests have had in com­mon? They were breath­ing and had penises. Oh, and most were ass clowns.

                    20. Did you French kiss before you were 16?I didn’t have a flip­pin’ date before I was 16. So, the answer is NO. An emphatic, sorry as hell NO!

                    21. Have you ever been cow-tipping or snipe-hunting? Nega­tory.

                    22. Who is the last per­son you usu­ally think about before you fall asleep? It depends on the sit­u­a­tion. Usu­ally, I think about how much I hope I don’t have to wake up in the mid­dle of the night to pee.

                    23. Have you ever had a poem or a song writ­ten about you? No, but a dude played gui­tar and changed the lyric of “Sweet Melissa” to “Sweet Marissa.” He did not get laid.

                    24. If you had to choose to not ever wash your bed sheets again or not wash your bath towel ever again, which would you rather not wash? Eww. Prob­a­bly the bath towel since I’m clean when I get out of the shower.

                    25. Have you ever found any­thing in your par­ents’ bed­room that was ques­tion­able? Yeah, the two of them sleep­ing together. Like, in the room at the same time sleeping.

                    26. What was your child­hood nick­name? Well, I had a few given to me by my stinkin’ cruel sib­lings: Sarah Heart­burn; Snag­gle Tooth to name two. My dad called me Rissie or Mugsy when I was wee lit­tle. Missy is the one that stuck over the years, though. How­ever, don’t think you have per­mis­sion to call me that if you didn’t know me prior to 8th grade.

                    27. When is the last time you played the air gui­tar? About 20 min­utes ago.

                    28. Have you ever peeked in the oppo­site sexes locker room? Ewww hell no.

                    29. What’s the weird­est thing you have done while dri­ving? Hmmmm gar­gled with mouth­wash and spit it into an empty cof­fee cup.

                    30. Have you ever bit­ten your toe­nails? I’m not that limber.

                    31. How do you eat your cookie? Orally.

                    32. When work­ing out at the gym, do you wear a belt? haha­ha­ha­haha dumb.

                    33. Name some­thing you do when you’re alone that you wouldn’t do in front of oth­ers. Shut. Up. You can put two and two together … no dates in 3.5 years.

                    36. How many drinks does it take before you get drunk? A few.

                    37. Have you ever sniffed an animal’s butt? Not intentionally,but my son’s cat likes to climb on me and give me the butt. Noth­ing like hav­ing a bal­loon knot star­ing you in the face.

                    38. How often do you clean out your ears? right after a shower or when­ever I have a deep tickle…  mmm ear­gas­mic, ya know.

                    39. Do you scrunch or fold your toi­let paper? it’s a scrunchy fold technique.

                    40. About how many times a day do you pick a wedgie? Prop­erly fit­ting granny panties never lead to a wedgie.

                    41. Do you have any strange pho­bias? Not really. Being stuck in a room with a per­son who can’t deal with the silence?? .

                    42. Have you ever stuck a for­eign object up your nose? Q-Tip to mois­tur­ize with Neosporin. Dry win­ters. Keeps the sinus infec­tions at bay.

                    43. What is the stu­pid­est thing you’ve ever done at a bar? talked to an ass­hat in Savan­nah and dated for 3 months with­out real­iz­ing he was actively seek­ing ‘love’ on dat­ing web­sites.… but I’m not bit­ter. Fucker.

                    44. Have you ever been dared to do some­thing you totally regret­ted? No,I usu­ally do stu­pid stuff all on my own.

                    45. Have you ever called your love inter­est by an ex’s name? That would imply I have a loved one.

                    46. Have you caught a guy/girl fart­ing while on a date? Hey, every­body farts.

                    47. Have you ever played naked Twister? am I the only one who finds it funny that the Twister ques­tions fol­lows a fart question?

                    48. Have you ever been drunk at work? Hun­gover, but… OK, there were a cou­ple of times that I didn’t stop drink­ing until 3AM and had to be at work by 9. I was prob­a­bly tech­ni­cally tipsy.

                    49. Have you ever found your date’s/lover’s brother or sis­ter more attrac­tive? Nah.

                    50. Do you want to bring sexy back? Clearly this sur­vey is really old. Bitch,please.


                    • All I Want For Christmas

                      December 21, 2011 by Marissa

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                      There is a price you pay when awak­en­ing at 4:30 AM on your day off. While wait­ing for the pot of cof­fee to brew, I sat down and turned on the telly. I had a choice between home shop­ping chan­nels, informer­cials or “Mar­ried …With Children.”

                      First, let me just say the titles for the informer­cials are often mis­lead­ing. For instance, one says, “Bet­ter Sex.” I don’t really con­cern myself with that since I have NO sex, but that is not what I’m ask­ing Santa to bring me. Any­way, it is really a com­mer­cial for some ab belt that elec­trofies your abdom­i­nal area. Auto-active abdom­i­nal train­ing. No crunches! Great! But that’s not going to solve the smooshi­ness on the rest of your body. It wasn’t about sex at all!

                      I opted to watch Al Bundy and his delight­fully fool­ish fam­ily. That didn’t help me escape com­mer­cials for goofy prod­ucts. A few months ago I shared the For­ever Lazy prod­uct with you. It is basi­cally a grown up footie pajama com­plete with escape hatches for the front and back. Easy access for when “nature calls.”

                      Now, there is a com­pany ded­i­cated to send­ing the gift of paja­mas. All right! In another post I lamented over peo­ple wear­ing pjs in pub­lic. This will surely pro­mote not only wear­ing pajama bot­toms, but the head to tow HOODIE footie paja­mas! EGADS!

                      This web­site car­ries a lot more than the footie pajama, but this ad par­tic­u­larly tar­gets the female recip­i­ent. Guys, let me give you a bit of advice, if you are at a loss for what to buy your loved one, then you need to spend a smidgen of time get­ting to know her first.

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                      Cute, right? The feet unzip! You can have it embroi­dered to per­son­al­ize it, too. The tail is detach­able, but there isn’t a drop seat for easy … well, good luck not get­ting that cute lit­tle hood with the ears on it in the toi­let. And guys, if you think some lovin’ will ensue once she puts this fuzzy wuzzy get up on, good luck get­ting into it. This is no For­ever Lazy with the EZ escape panels.

                      Oh, you think it’ll be more fun if you could have one, too? Fear not. Looky! It’s manly and collegiate.

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                      Noth­ing says ‘come hither’ like a man in a grown up onsie!

                      Don’t leave out the kids and pets. If one of you is going to look ridicu­lous, then the entire crew should have to suf­fer. Hey! it’s next year’s Christ­mas card!

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                      So, are ready to head over to the Paja­m­a­Gram web­site? Your palms are sweaty with excite­ment, right? Before you grab that credit card, you should know the price of these dar­ling hol­i­day jam­mies. For adults, it’s a mere $79.99. Infants and tod­dlers run $25.99 — $29.99, Kids $39.99! Oh, and let’s not for­get the mew-mew and pup! Those will cost you $19.99. Believe it or not, the XS-Large for pets are out of stock!

                      Aren’t you glad you have me to keep you informed on these must-not-miss prod­ucts? Did you catch my 2011 As Seen On TV review? Did you catch my reviews from 2009? How about this one from May of 2009?

                      My ques­tion to you is if you’ve ever made late night insom­nia induced crazy infomer­cial or web-surfing pur­chases and regret­ted it? How about a happy end­ing and you are so glad you picked up the phone and took advan­tage of the lim­ited time offers? Please share your story, will you?