OK, had to do another stupid quiz... couldn't help myself on this one. I like it... I knew I would be... it's one of my favorite fairy tales - I like the whole really long beautiful hair... it's so me.


Rapunzel - You don't like being told what you can
or can't do, and when someone tries to boss you
around, you rebel. You're liable to do exactly
what you want to, and devil take the hindmost.
Beware: the devil may do just that. (From
Rapunzel, by the Brothers Grimm)


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All A Blur

It's the end of the week... even the end of Friday. I feel as though all the days have blurred together. I know I did things on different days, but it seems like everything happend today and it wasn't all that eventful of a day. I really hate when I get this feeling. Not quiet deja vu', but similar.

Towards the middle of the week, I remember feeling excited about something. All fired up and full of energy. Now I have no fucking clue why. Maybe I was on amphetimenes (just kidding), maybe I was drinking too much Coke that day (honestly), maybe I was on a day long sugar high from eating all the kids Easter candy (probably). I don't know. But now.. I feel... well... BORED. Shit I need a life. I did laundry today. Woohoo. Tomorrow I go to work - yippiee ding. Apathetic... that's what it is. Damn it sucks. I did get my pay check today - that's cool. And hubby has a lead on a job. He had an interview that went very well today. Praying it happens!

Our tax refund arrived - damn I love e-fileing. Hubby bought some movies for us. Toy Story (wanted to get that before it went to the vault), My Big Fat Greek Wedding, The Wild Thornberrys Movie (he knows I love that) and Who Framed Roger Rabbit (he loves that movie). Next week we'll get the car fixed the rest of the way (radiator and cooling fan need to be fixed). YAY for income tax money! Yay for tax deductable donations!

eh... I'm still bored... I think I'll go bore myself to sleep....

What? Are you still here? Go on, I can see you yawn.

Wow... Is It Friday Already?

This week has flown by. I've been busy too. Sewing some pretty dresses for my girls. Summer will be here soon and Super Girl needs some summer clothes. She's gotten to where she only wants to wear dresses - this is a turn around from the tom boy she has been so I'm happy, happy, happy to make her dresses. Yesterday I made her a pretty ballet skirt. She has been wanting one. I made ribbon roses to go on it. It's so damn cute! I think I want one for myself! I'm going to make a matching one for Cabage Patch. Little girls are so damn cute! :o)

Today I had my 'inspection' . It went well, as usual. Hopefully all this crap will be done in a couple of weeks. I am quite tired of feeling like I'm living my life under a microscope.

Hubby has a lead on a job - YAY! One of the employment agencies was really impressed with his skills and asked him to come in today to finish his testing and to discuss a permanent position. It would be making quite a bit less than he was, but that's still quite a bit more than unemployment! He'll keep looking for something making more though. Tough job market right now.

Anyway... more of my boreing life later... it's almost nap time now. YAY!!!!!!

Comedians....

I'm sitting here with Comedy Central on while I waste time before I head off to bed. Just waiting for this medicine to take care of this fucking sinus headache. Damn. I really should just give up on that damn over the counter shit and go straight to hard liquor. It might not take care of the sinus issues but I won't notice the pain and it would probably work a shit load faster than the OTC medicine. Anyway, on the television. I've noticed an odd trend. Most comedians on today are either women or they are gay (many of the women are lesbians, I might add). Why is that? I know in times past it seemed that most comedians were Jewish, now it seems that they are gay. I don't know why it is. I mean is there some sort of union that comedians are part of that make arbitrary rules for admittance to the union. This decade is Woman and Gays decade, the last one was Minority decade, the one before that was Jewish decade.... It's not that I'm complaining, I laugh at what ever is funny, so I really don't care, it's just an odd trend. eh, off to bed... head hurts...

Fish Saga - Continued.... Reason For Homicidal Tendencies Discovered...

I think I have finally discovered why Spike was killing other fish. (oh and by the way, the one fish which was all beat up by Spike is recovering quite nicely, and it appears that he has his dorsal fin back) I did a little reasearch into goldfish when all the agressive behavior was going on. I wondered if maybe it was an issue of Spike attacking a female fish or something. All the sites I consulted said basically the same thing that males developed white (or light colored) spots on their gill plates. Well the two new fish that ended up getting the shit beat out of them (one died) had black spots on their gillplates - just one one each side of their head. So I figured that might not be the issue. I did more reading and watched the fish more. I noticed the new fish (the surviving one) would start harrasing Spike when Spike was in the plants or near the side of the tank, and Spike would get all pissed and nip that fish. So I figured that fish was just asking for an ass kicking. But I also started to wonder if Spike was a female... Males will pursue a female quite agressively (kind of like some men in clubs) - so much so that they can injure her or kill her by driving her to the point of death from exhaustion. Hmmm... I watched.... The black spots on the other fish have gone away and he no longer harasses Spike. Hmmmm... Spike... is ... a.... GIRL! Well that makes the two homicides that have happend in this tank justifiable. I mean I've felt like killing some unrelenting men from clubs before, she was just taking care of unwanted advances. Maybe I should have done that back in my club days. ;o) there are no plans to change Spikes name, I think Spike fits her even better now that I know she's a really bitchy girl fish. I will however be watching the other fish for signs of obnoxious male behavior, and when it does happen (black spots and all) they will be put in the small tank until their sexual urges have passed - it's for their own protection after all - that and I DO NOT want baby fish.

L - hair issues... seems like the story of my life. My hubby just found me a new hair dresser - he did some hypnosis for this guy and in exchange I will get my hair cut. I'm excited but nervous, I'm very very particular about my hair and who cuts it. I prefer a very gay, even flamboyant hairdresser. I will NOT go to a woman hairdresser - EVER. Women suck as hairdressers. Besides, women are catty and tend to see other women as competition and therefore will not make a woman's hair look better than their own. Wonderful hair fairys do magic. Women are people who are there to create art on and make look fabulous - because if we look fabulous, then it reflects on them. Anyway - enough of that. The only way I have EVER EVER been able to get nice straight shiny hair as been with LOTS of straightener and a spray in laminator, then blow dry with a large round (metal) hair brush. It takes forever and the bathroom gets all hot, but it looks nice. I know people who swear by the electric hair straighteners, but only the ones you buy from the beauty supply places. I am curious but not sure I want to spend $20 or $30 for something that may be to hard to use or not work at all or worse damage the hell out of my hair. Anyway - that's my $.02

L- hehehehe... I love the plumber skit. As I remember it, it was a cartoon skit on Sesame St. or Electric Co. (I think Electric Co.). The plumber knocks on the door and hears "who is it?" to which he replies "It's the plumber, I've come to fix the sink." the reply he hears is "Who is it?" and he repeats "It's the plumber, I've come to fix the sink." At some point it cuts over so the viewer can see who is asking "Who is it?" - a parrot in an otherwise empty house. The gag continues until the plumber is on his knees yelling "It's the plumber! I've come to fix the sink!!" For some reason, I have always loved that skit.

A - you have to stop compairing the size of the baby to items. I have this strange image of visiting you in the hospital to see the new baby and there in a blanket is a bananna with a diaper on. hehehehe...

It's The Plumber! I've Come To Fix The Sink!

Friday night while hubby was out, Super Girl was hard to get to bed, at one point she snuck out of her room and was playing in the bathroom upstairs. She was putting cat litter in the sink. Said action caused the sink to clog up. That scoopable cat litter is great for the litter box, but not so great in the sink pipes. Hubby had attempted to clear the pipe with the plunger, and with some Draino. No luck. He suggested we go to Wal-Mart and get a snake thing to clear the drain. I told him to try using a wire coat hanger unbent. So he tried but didn't have too much luck, I finished writing a letter and headed up the stairs to see how it was going. I saw the error in his method right away. I suggested making a hook at the end of the wire. Then I shoved it down the drain. I pulled it out and had quite a bit of muck. So I continued doing this for about 10 minutes until I had the drain cleared. Hubby had helped by removing the stopper thing, so I give him credit for fixing the sink also. It works and apparently I have the qualifications to start my apprecticeship with a plumber! I just need to wear pants that show my butt crack and I'm all set! (Hubby did the crack thing this morning... he showed enough crack for both of us!)

Riding A Burrito...

Today after fixing the sink (more on that in a bit), as a reward for my exquisite plumbing skills we headed off to Chipotle for lunch. Hubby had mentioned how he was curious to try it, and I was hungry so we grabbed the kids and headed off. It wasn't what I expected it to be. I thought it would be a typical Tex-Mex restraunt. But it wasn't exactly. They only make Tacos and Burritos, and you can get them any way you want. With pork, spicy beef, grilled chicken or vegitarian. You can get your burrito regular or in a bowl, with rice or with lettuce. And you can get chips also, with salsa or with guacamole. I seated the little people at the table while hubby stood in line, I told him I wanted the burrito in a bowl (I just couldn't order a regular burrito after that billboard... too many unacceptable images came to mind) - wanted lettuce not rice, and make it beef. Get tacos for the little people. So hubby shows up with my food, burrito in a bowl - chicken not beef, rice not lettuce - but it was good. Super Girl was having an attack of brat-itis. she would not eat her lunch (it didn't come on a bun, have a side of fries or a toy and wasn't served at a place with a playground attached - it wasn't food to her), Cabbage Patch ate some of her chicken taco, but she wasn't feeling well - she has mommy's SARS, poor baby. Hubby was brave and rode the burrito (yeah, right there in public even! Damn! Gay men will do anything won't they!) He had the beef - medium spicy. he said it was really good, but spicier then he expected. So, all in all the grown ups rated the place highly and the kids were unempressed. ;o)

L - OMG! That is so damn funny. I do love South Park. I didn't get to see that one all the way through. I was watching it but got a phone call and didn't see the way it ended. Must see it...

Bizarre Billboard Ad...

So I'm driving home from... well that's not really important.. anyway I see a billboard for Chipotle restaraunt - it says "Burritos so big you'll want to ride them." What? That doesn't make any sense and certainly does NOT make me want to EAT one. Made me think of strange and disturbing things that I really should not think about.... ahhhh... that reminds me.. need to take my crazy pills.