Oh gosh.. I just had the most fun. I just proved my superiority over hubby again (no I'm not talking about anything sexual.. get your mind out of the gutter). We played Jenga three times and I won. Hubby kept calling the game "Build an Aggie BonFire" HAHAHAHAHA! I'm so obnoxious some days. Everytime it fell I'd burst out lauging - loud and obnoxious... you can dress me up, but you can't take me out in public. It was so funny though. Then we played Canasta. I won. The last time we played (also the first time) I lost and got really pissed... I was PMSing... so it was stupid of hubby to even think of teaching me a new game at that moment, so this time we played, I thought I was going to loose, but I beat hubby unmercifly.. then I made the 'L - Loser' sign on my forhead and hubby flipped me off. hehehehe... I was just teasing him, I'm really not a shitty winner.

OK, who wants to play now?

Ok, a late late 3XThursday 11/14/2k2 Sticking it to Oscar Thanks to Jake

*sigh* just not a subject I can answer very well since I don't watch many movies, and I absolutly despise awards shows (gag)... but I'll try...

1. Have you ever disagreed with an Oscar for Best picture? I mean what won that you did not agree with and what should have won?
Yeah Titanic.. I thought that was a horrible movie... anything else should have won... anything at all.

2. What categories are missing from the Oscars? If you had to pick some new categories what would they be?
hmmm.. I have no clue since I don't watch them.. maybe Best Porn Movie ;o) oh, wait, don't they have their own awards ceremony? hehehe...

3. What Actor, Actress or Director is ignored by the Academy and deserves more credit and recognition than they now get?
Morgan Freeman... I remember he lost for his work in Shawshank Redemption. That pissed me off. Who do I think get's too much attention? James Cameron, seems like any piece of shit he puts out will at least get a nomination.

Bonus for the Comment Box: If you could have sex with one film star who would it be?
Ahhh finally, a question that's easy to answer... Al Pacino (I think it's because I've been watching the Godfather), Vin Disel, Harrison Ford, Wil Smith, Alec Baldwin (in his thinner days), Wesley Snipes, David Dacoveny (sp?).... oh.. wait.. you said just one..... hmmm... can't it just be a wild night? ;o)

And as far as someone on a television show and not in films - Ben Bowder from Farscape... *pant* *pant*... I'd give up all of them just for him any day. *sigh*

Ahhhh... It's been the best of days... it's been the worst of days... (my personal appologies to Dickens for butchering that). I've had an interesting day. Unexpectedly so at that. *sigh* can't really go into it on here, but it did keep me off balance most of the day, but not necessarily in a bad way.

I finished reading the homeless guy's blog. I read all his archives and his FAQ also. I wanted to be able to make an informed decision. I feel for him, it can't be easy living on the street, but it also seems that he's not really wanting to take responsibility for his situation. He continually states that he has some kind of panic disorder... brought on social settings... this is what he says: "Mine is a world dominated by anxieties, which occur in the midst of social situations. To function as non-homeless, a person must be able to establish and maintain a certain level of community - the anxieties prevent me from doing this. Also, it is known that all mental disfunctions are grouped in "families." That is, a person who suffers anxieties may very well also experience a certain amount of OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - see the TV show "Monk") I have OCD as well, but to a lesser degree. Evidently these different ailments have the same root cause, and possibly the same cure - at least as far as medication is concerned. I say all this as speculation, based on what I've read and my own brand of common sense. I am no Doctor. He's stated in another post that he has never been diagnosed with this, but came to this conclusion himself. Um... OK... So... he get's anxious in social situations, enough so that he can't keep a job... yet he can go stay in a shelter with 300+ strangers? In the interview on the FAQ page, I found some of his answers to be evasive. On question about how he got into the homeless situation and what are the causes of his problems as far as not being able to hold down a job... he goes into a long question of what constitues as homeless, but doesn't answer the question at all. I find that irritating.. I like people to be direct and to the point. If I ask a question, I want an answer... I don't like evasiveness... And I don't like people who won't take personal responsibility. This has a lot to do with my upbringing. It was always stressed to me that I was to be responsible for myself and my actions. I find myself not really liking this homeless guy for that.... and for another slightly strange reason. I read his writing and he reminds me of my former step father (FSF). Not a person I like. FSF didn't have much of a drive to succeed... much like homeless guy.. although I don't ever expect FSF to ever be homeless, he's a crafty conman and I'm sure he'll always find a way to keep a roof over his head and a meal on the table. So my opinion is that homeless guy needs to expend some of his energy he puts into his blog into getting off the street, either that or admit he likes being on the street, having no responsiblities and no one to answer to. I pitty him. I feel sorry for his children (who thankfully live with his ex-wife)... I wonder what they say when someone asks what their daddy does? My heart goes out to them.

Ahhh.. I'm at the library again. I have grabbed another book... Steven King... (again...) and unknowingly it's a book that's connected to the one I just recently finished. It's called Desperation. From what I have gleaned so far it's the same story, with the same players, different setting and different situations... odd... and scary... Now I wasn't actually looking for another gigantic King novel to read, I was actually looking for Hunch Back of Noter Dane, but this lame ass library doesn't have it.. it's got 3 copies of Les Misrebles (yes know it's misspelled...) and one copy of a compilation of writings by Hugo but no Hunch Back. I don't even know why I wanted to read it, I was just curious I guess.. it being a classic and all.. but now that I realize that it's a novel by Victor Hugo... the same writer of Les Mis... a book which was painful at best to finish in high school... I don't know that I want to read anything else by Hugo.. I know.. narrow minded... I probably will check out the book anyway.. from my local library... and try to read it.. introduce some culture into my sad little brain.

A - glad your not going to look at the painting just yet ;o) gives me a fighting chance!!

I read more that homeless guy's blog. I am still reserving judgement.

More later...

L- the apartment is fabulous! I'm jealous! ;o) I totally understand your sentiment regarding the grocery store.. PC or not, I can identify.. I will have to look up that painting when I get home.. what, no hints? The Homeless Guy is the link to that blog I have been reading. I'm still trying to decided if this is real or not. I don't know if I like it or not, but I feel compelled to continue reading it.

A- You will have to let us know if the little one sleeps tonight or not. L might have hit on something as in the babysitter may have been letting her sleep for a long time and in daycare she probably won't do that.

So here's my mafia dream... I dreamed I was at a mafia family birthday party for someone's child, then I go back towards a back bedroom for something and a guy walks up to me and starts talking in a hushed tone, very conspiratoral (sp?) (but then again it was the mafia.. isn't everything kind of that way) then he walks away and I realize that I'm his mistress! Yikes! Liked I'd do something like that with a MAFIA guy! Talk about a precarious position. And every time I'd think that it was ludacris that I'd be doing that, the dream would go back to the party... then I'd end up back in the hall talking to the guy.. oh and everything was back in the 50's and 60's like the Godfather... Too many mobster movies for me...

OH! I found my missing paints on Monday night! We went to the storage place to get the fridge and the lawn equipment out for a friend - we sold them - and there was my bag of paints (about 30 bottles of paint). I have been looking for those for months... hubby was kind of embarassed about it since he's the one that put them IN the storage room! Grrr.... anyway, I was playing with them last night.. didn't do anything.. messed up something.. realized I need to sketch my design before I paint it... otherwise it looks like utter crap... *sigh* I wish I could paint well.

We watched the Godfather II last night. Damn that was intense... I had mafia dreams... hehehe... hubby was funny, he was sad when Fredo got whacked, I think he deserved it... hubby said that he felt sorry for Fredo, identified with him since he was the middle child... then he said "And you identify with Michael right?" I started laughing, of course I did.. I think most people do. ;o)

Yesterday I found a blog by accident... well I was just clicking on recently published blogs off the blogger front page, looking for something interesting to read. I found this one by homelessguy. At first I thought it was a joke. Then I realized it wasn't, this guy is homeless, he posts from the library about his experiences. It was sad and ironic... and well written. I was surprised by that, not because he's homeless, but because so many people are not very good at writing and write very badly on their blogs (and anywhere else they write). He's a much better writer than I am. And I enjoyed reading his blog.. infact I felt compeled to read much of the archives. His blog looks much nicer than mine also, much slicker, better graphics. *sigh* (I still suck at this blog stuff) I found myself wondering why this man was homeless... thats part of why I read so much of his blog... and I learned that he has two children... they are about 12 and 9... he talks about how sad he is that he can't be in their lives... I learned that he's been homeless for a very long time, not that he doesn't work... he does when he can find work... I don't know why he's still homeless though.. he's inteligent... I don't know.. I'll probably go back and read more of his archives. I don't know really what I think of all this yet. It makes one think about this though, that's for sure.

Must go get ready for work.

Hope everyone has a great day.

L - your killing me! J-Lo = slut bomb! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

A - your so damn smart! You got that painting so fast! You, L and D always amaze me with your brilliants. It's a damn good thing I'm wittier (is that a word?) than all of you! hehehe.. just kidding about that part. ;o) Yes we should go see a movie... let's work on our schedules...

I'm pissed about something today. Or should I say, someone. I found out someone has been poking into my business and talking about me with others. That pisses me off. I don't talk about people, it's pointless, stupid and petty... occasionally I'll discuss some family members with other family members but I'm rarely if ever the person who knows what's going on... I just don't do the gossip thing... and this person... well she has made gossiping her primary career... and I hate that. I don't talk to her anymore because I can't trust her... well a lot of people don't talk to her anymore because of that... sheesh.. I just am pissed that she's been gossiping about me again... and why? I'm not THAT interesting.

On to other things.. Today is List 5 Cool Things About Yourself Day... I made that up... I figure, what the hell, who better to talk nice about you than YOU... I'm sure you probably don't hear what a great person you are very often, so why not today.. from your biggest fan.. YOU!

1. I have gorgeous butt length red hair.
2. Someone once said that I have "eyes that shine like jewels in the night", and he was right! I have beautiful green eyes.
3. I am a damn good artist.
4. I'm very good at playing board games and card games, and only a few people can beat me.
5. I'm a very compassionate person.. sometimes to much so.

Ok thats all. Now you do it. ;o)

Funny note... last night we were in the car, singing along to the radio (yeah I do that, and I suck, but I still do it), that song by Alice in Chains was playing - I think it's Man in the box, not sure.. but the line 'deny your maker' came on and hubby said "Oh deny your maker, not deny your neighbor." OMG.. I started laughing and laughing. I said "No you are not my neighbor! I do not live next to you! I do not know you!" We both were just cracking up... That man.. he's to funny some days... Just like his "what's in an e-ball" answer... blue water... We still laugh about that..

Ahhhh! It's MONDAY! MONDAY! MONDAY! That means it's time for the.... (drumroll please...)

Monday Mission 2.45 (thanks to PromoGuy) (with my answers.. of course!)

1. Although I was told before hand by my mother, my Grandfather finally told me he has cancer and it was speculated he has about 12 months to live. Has someone you know ever told you they had a terminal illness? What was it like for you when you found out. How did that change your relationship with them?
Yes, my mother had breast cancer. When I found out the first time I was devistated, when it came back after a brief remission period, I was shocked and sad, I knew that since it had spread to her bones she wouldn't recover this time. We always had a very close relationship, it made me more protective of her and a lot paranoid.

2. The concept of having 12 months comes as somewhat of a shock. Often those estimates are wrong and a person lives much longer. But still, it makes me think. If you found out you had 12 months to live, what would you do with that time? How would it change the way you live? Or would it?
Honestly I can't say. It's not something I've really contemplated... nor do I really want to. I'd like to say it really wouldn't change me, but I know it would... I just don't know how.

3. My Grandfather has decided to undergo chemotherapy. He was told it would not cure him, but it could prolong his life, however his quality of life could diminish. Having watched my father go through all that to no avail, I am not so sure I would choose that option. If you were (or are) in a situation where chemotherapy might cure you, or might not, would endure the usual side effects and discomfort?
Hmmm... tough question.... I to watched my mother undergo chemo. The first time her prognosis was not very good, she got a bone marrow transplant that put her cancer in remission for 2 years. When the cancer recured she went through chemo again and it did not help, she suffered. A very dear friend I used to work with lost her husband of 26 years 6 weeks after he was diagnosed with cancer... he did not get chemo and he suffered also. My husband told me of how his mother died after not getting chemo (her lukemia had progressed to far for treatment) and how she suffered as well. I think cancer is a disease that makes one suffer no matter what road you choose. Me personally, I would fight to live, I would know my quality of life would deminish due to having cancer anyway so that would not matter to much for me.


4. How is your health? How are you doing?
I'm good. Thanks for asking. ;o)

5. Speaking of health, I was in a Health Food Store Saturday and learned about something called "Ear Candling." It
involves having a helper insert a cone-shaped candle in your ear, lighting it and having the reverse pressure suck the wax out of your ear. Apparently it is very popular. Do you use, or have you ever tried, any alternative heath remedies or procedures? How did that work out? Anything out there we should try (or avoid)?
I really don't do much of that stuff unless it's been well documented in a reputable source. I take vitamins, use olive oil and do yoga and lift weights.

6. Which reminds me, this week at work they are giving flu shots for $15. I hate getting shots, so getting one by choice, and paying for it, is tough for me. How do you feel about Flu shots. Do they give them where you live? Are you going to get one or take your chances?
hmmm... I used to get a flu shot every year, but still managed to get the flu... which I hate because it involves so much vomiting for me... I think I'll probably take my chances this year.

7. I'd like to see either "Spirited Away" or "Bowling for Columbine" before they vanish from the multiplex at the mall. But I will probably have to go see it alone (which I hate). Do you like to go to see flicks at the movie theater alone? Or would you rather have company? Seen any good (or bad) movies lately?
Well I don't usually go see movies much.. maybe twice a year. If it was something I really wanted to see and no one else wanted to go with me, I'd go alone, I don't mind. Although I'm more likely to go see a movie I don't really care about if I'm with people. Last good movie in a theater - My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Last good movie to watch - Spiderman on DVD - omg.. that was fantastic. Last BAD movie to watch (not even the whole thing) The Avengers... that sucked.

BONUS: Don't you want somebody to love? hehehehe... are you hitting on me? ;o)

Today's comment question: What Would Jesus Drive? He wouldn't, he'd walk, take public transport or get rides from people. I imagine one of the apposles would have a VW bus that would break down a lot.

hehehe.. I was just reading someone's blog about when they bathed their cat. It reminded me of how much I really hate bathing my pets. I always think I'm going to enjoy it, but I'll get started and part way through think to myself "This sucks! Stupid stinky animal!" (ok, that was really just what I thought when washing the dog)... I guess I've been traumatized about giving pets a bath. I had a cat from the time I was a sophmore in highschool until the second year I was married. She was a chubby orange tabby with a bad temper and vendictive nature... God I loved that cat. She was declawed, (she never scratched anyway... she climbed that's why she got declawed), she bit.. hard... drew blood most times... she wasn't fucking around if she didn't like you... and... well she didn't like hardly anyone except me. Anyway, the first time I had to bathe the cat she was about a year old and was already declawed. She needed a bath and I didn't want to pay for the vet to do something I could do. My mother agreed that she would help me, after all it was just a 14 lb cat and the two of us... I got everything ready in a basin in the tub and mom sat to the side with towels. I had the cat firmly by the scruff of the neck with one hand and by her back feet with the other and started lowering her into the basin of water. She was unhappy but didn't really do much... until... the first drop of water touched her fur. The cat transformed... I am not lieing.. this chubby 14 lb cat suddenly had the strength of a bull... She let out an unGodly howl that gives me chills up my spine even now thinking about it. Sinnamon started contorting her body and grabbing onto the side of the tub to get out. I still had her by the scruff of the neck - much tighter now... My mother joined in to help me get her into the water, we got her doused, then wresled some more, then soap, some more dousing.. by this time, mom and I were exhausted, soaked and bleeding. We moved back and moved clear of the tub.. that cat shot out of the tub and down the stairs so fast I only saw an orange blur. Sinnamon had managed to bite the hand I had on the back of her neck, not once but three times, I had scratches from my wrist to my elbow of both arms (she still had back claws) I had another bite on my other hand, right between the thumb and index finger (she bit so hard there I had a bruise for a week), mom had 3 bites and various scratches also.. All this took place is less than 5 minutes... Took us half an hour to patch up our wounds with band aids and Neosporin and clean up the bathroom.... from then on I paid the vet to bathe her once a year... except one year.. (I must have lost my mind) After I was married, Sinnamon needed a bath but I didn't have the time to take her to the vet. By this time I knew the cat needed to be sedated to be bathed (a rather nasty event at the vets office left her chart marked 'will not handle cat unless sedated'), a friend I worked with had some kitty tranquilizers for when she travled with her cats, she gave me two.. these were strong enough to knock her 20 lb cat out cold for a 4 hour car trip. I gave the pills to my cat and waited for her to take a nap. After an hour she was pretty damn looped. Could barely stay on her feet. Hubby and I filled a basin in the tub and brough the limp cat into the bathroom. The rest of the events are mostly a blur but I'll try to fill them in as best as I can. We got the cat over the basin much like before, and much as before, as soon as the first drop of water penetrated her fur, all hell broke loose. She jumped straight up into the air! Landing back in the tub.. in the water... hubby and I both grabbed the cat, me at the scruff of the neck, him on her back feet... I swear that cat transformed at that moment.. she became 7 foot tall, greyish green with huge leathery wings and red eyes that blazed fire, a mouth full of rasor sharp fangs and 6 inch long talons on each paw! She was a demon! No lie! A Demon! She Made an unholy noise and I remember thinking it was best to just let her go and yelling to hubby to let go of her! Out of the bathroom she shot and we stood there to survey the damage. I had two deep bites - one right through a fingernail (And I had explicitly made sure to keep my hands clear of her mouth), several scratches and a very bruised ego. Hubby had one deep bite on the wrist(not sure how that happened since he didn't have the biting end) and three long scratches from his wrist to his elbow. the bathroom was covered in water, cat soap and fur. I learned my lesson.. Demons... er.. cats, are not to be bathed...