Googlisms
I went to Googlism.com and put in my name... this is what I got:
judy is an herbalist and teacher in the wise woman tradition (not completly true)
judy is one of the presenters for "bridging the gap" (not even close)
judy is our official customer assistance epicenter (Oh am I?)
judy is the single mother of hannah (Ummmm.... not a chance...)
And for my husband:
is a well known worship leader (Really? This is new to me...)
is less we ll known in the uk (Well that's kind of disapointing.)
is a worship leader with an enthusiastic style that reflects intimacy with god (I'm going to ask him why he's not getting paid for all this work...)
is a worship leader (worshiping what?)
is probably one of my all time favorite worship leaders (Hmmm... he's even got his own fan club.)
is no 'johnny (Actually he is a Johnny. He attended St. John's College in KS, so that makes him a Johnny.)
is featured on the fourth song “holy elements” (Hmm... I knew he could sing but I didn't know that.)
is an awesome writer and worshiper (not quite.)
is awesome (sheesh... another fan.)
is de andere leider (ummmmm.... oooookay... if you say so)
Yeah I'm in a weird mood today. Frustrated from trying to make the other template work for 2 hours and not being able to. damn...
Friday, May 23, 2003
L- Yes keep your site. I like all your cool stuff you put up. I am a broke-dick and can't really afford a site nor justify one currently (maybe later when I start doing my sewing business more). Of course if you move out East... that name will have to change.
And on moving to the New England area - you should talk to my sister D - she lived in New Hampshire for a couple of years when she first married her first husband (or was it more than a couple... I think it was).
I loved the comment about people there having larger asses than people in California. But be honest, that's true of anywhere that ISN'T California. California has the largest population of Plastic Surgeons. And I would imagine that the amount of fat sucked out of California could eaisly feed a starving 3rd world country for a year. When my sister and I were in LA 4 years ago, I felt like a side show attraction - FATTEST WOMAN IN LA - the only cool thing was that NO ONE noticed, LA is so full of freaks I doubt there is anything that would make the average LA resident flinch. Eh, but I digress... I'm very intersted in where you might end up, the New England area sounds nice, but I've only been there once.
And on moving to the New England area - you should talk to my sister D - she lived in New Hampshire for a couple of years when she first married her first husband (or was it more than a couple... I think it was).
I loved the comment about people there having larger asses than people in California. But be honest, that's true of anywhere that ISN'T California. California has the largest population of Plastic Surgeons. And I would imagine that the amount of fat sucked out of California could eaisly feed a starving 3rd world country for a year. When my sister and I were in LA 4 years ago, I felt like a side show attraction - FATTEST WOMAN IN LA - the only cool thing was that NO ONE noticed, LA is so full of freaks I doubt there is anything that would make the average LA resident flinch. Eh, but I digress... I'm very intersted in where you might end up, the New England area sounds nice, but I've only been there once.
Silence Is Golden
Ahhhh... I feel like I've gone to heaven. It's totally quiet here (except for the washer and dryer). The little people are napping!!! YES! The laundry is ALMOST ALL done! WOOOHOO!!! And the house is all clean. Yee-haw! All I need is someone to call me up for a little phone naughtiness ;o) and I'll be set. hehehehehe.... you think I'm kidding... hehehe
Yesterday I bought a set of finger paints for Super Girl. After Cabbage Patch went down for her nap I broke them out for her only to discover they were all congealed. And not like dry tempra paints, like jello - kind of dried out. So I put some water in them - hell I wasn't going to tell her that they were messed up, to bad so sad, no paints for you - no way! I didn't want to listen to her whine about finger paints for 45 minutes. So I made them usable - not like normal paints, just usable and she was more than happy. She loves to make a mess and this was classic mess for her. She did produce two works of 'art' that I will keep. I'll post them later.
Ahhhh... I feel like I've gone to heaven. It's totally quiet here (except for the washer and dryer). The little people are napping!!! YES! The laundry is ALMOST ALL done! WOOOHOO!!! And the house is all clean. Yee-haw! All I need is someone to call me up for a little phone naughtiness ;o) and I'll be set. hehehehehe.... you think I'm kidding... hehehe
Yesterday I bought a set of finger paints for Super Girl. After Cabbage Patch went down for her nap I broke them out for her only to discover they were all congealed. And not like dry tempra paints, like jello - kind of dried out. So I put some water in them - hell I wasn't going to tell her that they were messed up, to bad so sad, no paints for you - no way! I didn't want to listen to her whine about finger paints for 45 minutes. So I made them usable - not like normal paints, just usable and she was more than happy. She loves to make a mess and this was classic mess for her. She did produce two works of 'art' that I will keep. I'll post them later.
3XThursday : 05/22/03 : Corporate Ethics Policy Handbook thanks to Jake for the questions (finally, some questions I can answer!!)
1. What do you think is totally unethical but legal?
Hmmmm... it's legal for someone to phone in a complaint to CPS (even on the tiniest amount of evidence or worse on none at all just plain evilness) and ruin someone's family but it's totally unethical.
2. What do you think is ethical but illegal?
Medical marijuana.
3. So who do you think is more unethical? Porno actors or politicians?
Politicians are more unethical most of them lie about their positions and views for thier political support and monitary gain. Porn stars are straight up about their positons (and how many they can get into) and we all know where their money comes from. I prefer to know I'm being fucked (and like the look of them) than to be fucked without warning (and so many politicians are just plain ugly).
Bonus Question for Comments: So are white lies good or bad?
for the most part lies are just bad - even white lies - unless you are counting the "does this dress make me look fat?" answer as a lie, that's usually self preservation speaking when one answers "nooooooo" (although I've been known to be flat out honest on that question before - brutally honest, that's how I've been described). If it's a little white lie to not hurt someones feelings or embarass them (no your look great in that dress, that color is really you,etc.) then it's not a bad thing, but if it's manipulative in anyway or done to be hurtful to anyone at all - then it's bad.
1. What do you think is totally unethical but legal?
Hmmmm... it's legal for someone to phone in a complaint to CPS (even on the tiniest amount of evidence or worse on none at all just plain evilness) and ruin someone's family but it's totally unethical.
2. What do you think is ethical but illegal?
Medical marijuana.
3. So who do you think is more unethical? Porno actors or politicians?
Politicians are more unethical most of them lie about their positions and views for thier political support and monitary gain. Porn stars are straight up about their positons (and how many they can get into) and we all know where their money comes from. I prefer to know I'm being fucked (and like the look of them) than to be fucked without warning (and so many politicians are just plain ugly).
Bonus Question for Comments: So are white lies good or bad?
for the most part lies are just bad - even white lies - unless you are counting the "does this dress make me look fat?" answer as a lie, that's usually self preservation speaking when one answers "nooooooo" (although I've been known to be flat out honest on that question before - brutally honest, that's how I've been described). If it's a little white lie to not hurt someones feelings or embarass them (no your look great in that dress, that color is really you,etc.) then it's not a bad thing, but if it's manipulative in anyway or done to be hurtful to anyone at all - then it's bad.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Siamese Twins
Tonight hubby and I preformed a delicate operation to separate a set of conjoined twin cookies.
Here they are before the dangerous opperation.
The doctor and I attempting the risky separation. The doctor was attempting to slice through the connective layer.
Here is the actual moment when the two were separated.
Unfortunatly the first one was incomplete and could not survive the separation. The other twin died shortly there after due to complications (of the medical assistant shoving it in her mouth).
Here is the greiving parent. She's very torn up. Last I saw the doctor was taking her to console her on the loss of her twins. I think he took her for a glass of milk...
Tonight hubby and I preformed a delicate operation to separate a set of conjoined twin cookies.
Here they are before the dangerous opperation.
The doctor and I attempting the risky separation. The doctor was attempting to slice through the connective layer.
Here is the actual moment when the two were separated.
Unfortunatly the first one was incomplete and could not survive the separation. The other twin died shortly there after due to complications (of the medical assistant shoving it in her mouth).
Here is the greiving parent. She's very torn up. Last I saw the doctor was taking her to console her on the loss of her twins. I think he took her for a glass of milk...
My True Geekiness
I just took this test, I scored a 27.81065% - Total Geek on the test. hehehehe... I can't wait to see what hubby scores... I know he's a total geek and he's actually contributed to my geek score, so I KNOW he will score higher - Grand Master Geek I think. Test your geekiness.
I just took this test, I scored a 27.81065% - Total Geek on the test. hehehehe... I can't wait to see what hubby scores... I know he's a total geek and he's actually contributed to my geek score, so I KNOW he will score higher - Grand Master Geek I think. Test your geekiness.
Strange Side Streets
Out of boredome, I was looking at peoples blogs.. or should I say looking at blogs of people that I do not know. I generally don't do this as I find most of what unknown people blog about their pittiful lives to be absolutly boreing and a waste of cyber space - the same could be said about this site I'm sure. Sometimes I find one that's particularly interesting and I keep reading, sometimes I will e-mail that person and get to know them, most of the time not. Occasionally I will try to figure out about the person by looking at other blogs linked to their page. That just leads to other strange pages... like one I just saw - someone talking about a girl he saw the night before, that she looked trashy but he really wanted to fuck her, etc... and he had this picture of her (or someone he thought looked like her - not sure... don't care) it was sureal, but somewhat interesting. Although most of the random blogs I come across are dreadfully boreing... some people should not blog or at least not have it public, write in a diary and keep it under your bed... don't bore the rest of society with your sad sad life. If you can't come up with anything more interesing than "I got up, had a cup of coffee, went to work, that was 8 hours well spent, came home, fed the dog, made meatloaf, that was good. Off to bed now, what a busy day." you shouldn't be bloging, you should be looking for something to make your lame life interesting... or at least make it SOUND intersting. Yeah I know I'm a bitch... and I'm not even PMSing! hehehe... anyway, if your listed in my links then I don't find you painfully boreing - so don't worry, I'm not directing this post at you. :o)
Out of boredome, I was looking at peoples blogs.. or should I say looking at blogs of people that I do not know. I generally don't do this as I find most of what unknown people blog about their pittiful lives to be absolutly boreing and a waste of cyber space - the same could be said about this site I'm sure. Sometimes I find one that's particularly interesting and I keep reading, sometimes I will e-mail that person and get to know them, most of the time not. Occasionally I will try to figure out about the person by looking at other blogs linked to their page. That just leads to other strange pages... like one I just saw - someone talking about a girl he saw the night before, that she looked trashy but he really wanted to fuck her, etc... and he had this picture of her (or someone he thought looked like her - not sure... don't care) it was sureal, but somewhat interesting. Although most of the random blogs I come across are dreadfully boreing... some people should not blog or at least not have it public, write in a diary and keep it under your bed... don't bore the rest of society with your sad sad life. If you can't come up with anything more interesing than "I got up, had a cup of coffee, went to work, that was 8 hours well spent, came home, fed the dog, made meatloaf, that was good. Off to bed now, what a busy day." you shouldn't be bloging, you should be looking for something to make your lame life interesting... or at least make it SOUND intersting. Yeah I know I'm a bitch... and I'm not even PMSing! hehehe... anyway, if your listed in my links then I don't find you painfully boreing - so don't worry, I'm not directing this post at you. :o)
The Curse Of The Spider!!
Dang it L! You cursed me to have an icky spider in my bathroom this morning! This is a picture of him after I sprayed him liberally with hair spray. The little fucker didn't die right off though. When I ran to the livingroom to get my camera he crawled under some of my clothes - I had to search for the vile creature so I could flush it down the commode! EWWWWWWW!!!! Anyway this is a picture of it after I found it under my clothes, it's all streached out - I guess dieing of hairspray poisoning.
It's actually not a very large spider, so the picture is kind of distored being blown up so large - but fuck it creeped me out as if it had been this large!
Dang it L! You cursed me to have an icky spider in my bathroom this morning! This is a picture of him after I sprayed him liberally with hair spray. The little fucker didn't die right off though. When I ran to the livingroom to get my camera he crawled under some of my clothes - I had to search for the vile creature so I could flush it down the commode! EWWWWWWW!!!! Anyway this is a picture of it after I found it under my clothes, it's all streached out - I guess dieing of hairspray poisoning.
It's actually not a very large spider, so the picture is kind of distored being blown up so large - but fuck it creeped me out as if it had been this large!
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
L - More spider talk... eeeeeewwwww.... At one time when the exterminator was visiting my place I asked him about spiders - specifically how to rain death down on them and eradicate them from my abode - he told me that there is not a whole hell of a lot you can do other than spraying them when you see them or stomping them. He explained that spiders are not like other bugs like roaches, crickets and ants who drag their bodies or clean them selves so putting out bait or spraying for them won't work (because thoes methods require the bug to either eat the poison or walk through it then ingest it - spiders won't do either). So unless you have an infestation of something like brown recluse, which would mean your whole house would need to be tented fumigated. Although I have heard of little sticky traps you can put out that they get caught on then eventually die of exhaustion from trying to get away or from hunger or what ever.... they seem far to disgusting for me, I'll just keep spraying spiders with what ever spray I have handy and smacking them with shoes when there is none.
On a spraying spider funny note. Once when I lived in my house a big ass nasty spider was in my shower. I looked for something to spray on it, the first thing I found was a can of the foaming bathroom cleaner. I sprayed the vile creature lurking in my shower and of course the bubbles covered completly and some. So I watched the lump of bubbles as it started to slide down the tile wall from the heaviness. Just when I was sure it was dead, I saw it struggling from mound of cleaning fluids so I sprayed some more. This went on for a few moments (spider struggling out, me spraying more) until I started to get a buzz from the fumes and I was pretty damn sure the creepy little beast had perished or was so high from the fumes that it certainly could not climb out of it's foamy tomb. Later I carefully got the shower massager and washed the lump down the drain - hubby had to remove the spider corpse (I insist all spider corpses be flushed just incase they recover from my toxic efforts) a task he did not appreciate me asking of him.
On a spraying spider funny note. Once when I lived in my house a big ass nasty spider was in my shower. I looked for something to spray on it, the first thing I found was a can of the foaming bathroom cleaner. I sprayed the vile creature lurking in my shower and of course the bubbles covered completly and some. So I watched the lump of bubbles as it started to slide down the tile wall from the heaviness. Just when I was sure it was dead, I saw it struggling from mound of cleaning fluids so I sprayed some more. This went on for a few moments (spider struggling out, me spraying more) until I started to get a buzz from the fumes and I was pretty damn sure the creepy little beast had perished or was so high from the fumes that it certainly could not climb out of it's foamy tomb. Later I carefully got the shower massager and washed the lump down the drain - hubby had to remove the spider corpse (I insist all spider corpses be flushed just incase they recover from my toxic efforts) a task he did not appreciate me asking of him.
L- YIKES! ICK! BLECK! Spider!!! EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!! (doing the crazy scary spider dance) Did you actually take a picture of the horrid spider that was stalking you and hiding under your bed just waiting to pounce on you when you least expect it and are most vunerable? (can you tell I don't like spiders?) If you did - EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! If that's an actual pic of your spider, it's not a brown recluse (I didn't think they hung out in SF) - wrong shape. Could be a black widow, but not totally likely as they (and the br) are spiders that like to be in dark hiding places like dark garages, under rocks, in wood piles - also BW are web spiders and generally stay on thier webs. At least that what I was told in my Red Cross First aid class. Even knowing all that... I'd still check that bastard out to make sure it's not something more horrible than a garden spider (which I still find vile). In fact I've looked up spiders after killing then in my home just be be sure it wasn't a BR hanging out, getting ready to colonize my home and kill me in my sleep. (note: BR also like to hide in closets and clothes... my nephew got bit twice last year - two bites on his stomach - the little blighter was probably in his clothes or sheets when he went to bed - he got pretty damn sick from the bites) Anyway good luck in identifying your icky intruder - I'm glad I'm not the only one who will spray a spider with hairspray (I'll actually spray then with anything I can reach until they stop moving - I don't care what it is just as long as they stop moving long enough for me to smack it repeatedly with a big shoe).
A - don't mention anything about accumulating bad karma for killing the spiders. ;o)
A - don't mention anything about accumulating bad karma for killing the spiders. ;o)
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
L - I'm truly jealous of your garden. How funny that you post pictures of your lovely garden, just yesterday I was wondering if you had a garden at your new place. It's sooooo lovely. I wish I had a garden like that, all I have is a small collection of plants in pots that tend to get over heated in this Texas heat (it's already in the 80's here normally as I'm sure you remember). I'm hopeing that my one pot of flower seeds that I planted will bloom, but you never can tell here, we could have a super hot and dry summer (I suspect we will) and the grass hopper population could have a boom, thus eating everything green in their path. I planted some tomatos and some herbs in another pot, but that has died ALREADY - how sad, spring isn't even over and half of my 'garden' has already perished... (I guess it's really no wonder I've killed off so many fish in the aquarium when you figure in my luck with the garden.) Anyway, must be off for now.
Coming Of Age As a Mom
Tonight I realized that I’m truly no longer a novice at this mom stuff. How do I know this? Let me tell you what just happened in my home this evening.
It all started when hubby got home, the little people were restless (read: bratty) after an entire day of being cooped up in the house – damn the rain! I guess they just couldn’t hold the naughtiness in any longer. Anyway I made dinner and we all ate (except the kids who turned their noses up at everything except the ketchup and the iced tea). After some playtime I gave the little people bathes and then it was off to bed. As usual, hubby took the kids up to bed and read them stories. All was quiet… which is unusual… and should have piqued our suspicions… but it didn’t. We wanted to believe that the little people were asleep because we wanted a little peace and quiet. How foolish of us. We’ve been parents for 4 and a half years, we know that peace and quiet is always the sign of mischief! Eventually – an hour and a half after kids were put in bed – we hear crying upstairs, hubby goes to investigate. I listen from the bottom of the stairs. The moment I hear him say, “Where is that blood coming from?” my mommy senses kick in. I walk up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, hubby is cleaning something off the baby and looking for blood. I immediately see that it’s coming from her knee, as evidence by the two streams of blood that are down to her ankle. Hubby sees her knee about the same time I do. I wipe her leg off, see that she’s still bleeding, instruct hubby to hold the towel on her leg while I go get ointment and Band-Aids. After a quick trip to my bathroom for Band-Aids and ointment I return. Looking over the baby, who is no longer crying, I realize that she’s got something all over her legs, kind of soapy feeling – and I’ll have to clean off her leg before I put the Band-Aids on. While doing the clean up, I ask hubby if the kids broke something and what is all over the baby. He says no he doesn’t think they broke anything and that it’s foot scrub and toothpaste that the little people were spreading over the guest bath (the info on the tooth paste part came from the oldest who said “Sorry mamma about the toothpaste on the floor.” At least she told me what it was.) I ask again if there was anything that was broken because the baby has three puncture wounds in her knee. He looks around and discovers something in the tub – part of a game (a sand timer thingie). There are pieces of glass in the tub and on the floor. Sheesh Nothing like kids causing a little chaos before bed. Three Band-Aids later (had to make it hard for her to pick them off) a change of jammies and a sippy cup of milk spiked with Tylenol, it’s all over (and quiet for now). Anyway, I realized that I’ve truly come of age as a mom, I didn’t get upset when I saw the rivers of blood down my toddlers leg, I was able to calmly give everyone orders on what to do, I could clean off the baby and bandage her wounds while lecturing the oldest about the naughtiness that they were engaged in tonight and make a subtle threat as to what will happen if they get out of bed again tonight. And it all took less than 15 minutes! Wow! What a night!
Tonight I realized that I’m truly no longer a novice at this mom stuff. How do I know this? Let me tell you what just happened in my home this evening.
It all started when hubby got home, the little people were restless (read: bratty) after an entire day of being cooped up in the house – damn the rain! I guess they just couldn’t hold the naughtiness in any longer. Anyway I made dinner and we all ate (except the kids who turned their noses up at everything except the ketchup and the iced tea). After some playtime I gave the little people bathes and then it was off to bed. As usual, hubby took the kids up to bed and read them stories. All was quiet… which is unusual… and should have piqued our suspicions… but it didn’t. We wanted to believe that the little people were asleep because we wanted a little peace and quiet. How foolish of us. We’ve been parents for 4 and a half years, we know that peace and quiet is always the sign of mischief! Eventually – an hour and a half after kids were put in bed – we hear crying upstairs, hubby goes to investigate. I listen from the bottom of the stairs. The moment I hear him say, “Where is that blood coming from?” my mommy senses kick in. I walk up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, hubby is cleaning something off the baby and looking for blood. I immediately see that it’s coming from her knee, as evidence by the two streams of blood that are down to her ankle. Hubby sees her knee about the same time I do. I wipe her leg off, see that she’s still bleeding, instruct hubby to hold the towel on her leg while I go get ointment and Band-Aids. After a quick trip to my bathroom for Band-Aids and ointment I return. Looking over the baby, who is no longer crying, I realize that she’s got something all over her legs, kind of soapy feeling – and I’ll have to clean off her leg before I put the Band-Aids on. While doing the clean up, I ask hubby if the kids broke something and what is all over the baby. He says no he doesn’t think they broke anything and that it’s foot scrub and toothpaste that the little people were spreading over the guest bath (the info on the tooth paste part came from the oldest who said “Sorry mamma about the toothpaste on the floor.” At least she told me what it was.) I ask again if there was anything that was broken because the baby has three puncture wounds in her knee. He looks around and discovers something in the tub – part of a game (a sand timer thingie). There are pieces of glass in the tub and on the floor. Sheesh Nothing like kids causing a little chaos before bed. Three Band-Aids later (had to make it hard for her to pick them off) a change of jammies and a sippy cup of milk spiked with Tylenol, it’s all over (and quiet for now). Anyway, I realized that I’ve truly come of age as a mom, I didn’t get upset when I saw the rivers of blood down my toddlers leg, I was able to calmly give everyone orders on what to do, I could clean off the baby and bandage her wounds while lecturing the oldest about the naughtiness that they were engaged in tonight and make a subtle threat as to what will happen if they get out of bed again tonight. And it all took less than 15 minutes! Wow! What a night!
L- your right, June is a crappy time of year to get married in Texas. I got married in June. It was 1994 - the same year as the OJ crap - that happen just shortly before my wedding - and it was HOT HOT HOT in Texas that year. Awful hot and humid. Thankfully we had everything IN DOORS but it was still stuffy in the church. My husband's best friend got married 2 weeks after we did - also in Texas. It was even hotter then. Just awful. What a stupid idea to get married in June. By the time I had second thoughts on the date, I was already locked in and couldn't change it. Oh well.
Good luck to your brother, I hope everything is beautiful for him. Maybe we can finally meet up when your here for the wedding! It's worth a try.
A- if one more person in your department dies tragically, you get the hell out of there! I'm starting to think that place is CURSED - and hell woman, you've had more than enough bad luck already.
Good luck to your brother, I hope everything is beautiful for him. Maybe we can finally meet up when your here for the wedding! It's worth a try.
A- if one more person in your department dies tragically, you get the hell out of there! I'm starting to think that place is CURSED - and hell woman, you've had more than enough bad luck already.
The Whole Story
Saturday is just a blur of activity. I had planned to have my hubby’s birthday that day. People were coming over for a game and I had already e-mailed them of my little plan. About a week earlier I had told hubby that he wasn’t going to get a birthday anymore (it’s a long running joke with us, I tell him every year that he doesn’t get a birthday because May is just too damn busy). I got all our friends to ‘vote’ whether he would get a birthday or not, my reason was that he was never really born, but an alien so he doesn’t get one, plus May is a really busy month. Everyone ‘votes’ that no he doesn’t get one. I had already told everyone that no I wasn’t going to be that much of a bitch to him, but that we would do his birthday at the game as a surprise for him. The night before I had managed to bake a cake and hide it in the oven. The next morning I got up and iced it before I went to work (hiding it in the oven again) – Said a little prayer that he would not get the urge to fix a frozen pizza for the little people for lunch. I headed to the store after work and got some icing gel to write on the cake, a couple of cards from the little people and dinner for that night. I get home, the little people are napping, hubby is napping (there’s a lot of napping that happens in this house) – I get the cake and write happy birthday on it, then hide it again. Later friends come over, a couple were late – damn them! – so I was nervously trying to keep him out of the kitchen while I waited. After they got here I brought out the cake, he was totally surprised, he actually thought I had talked all his friends into ignoring his birthday. They all gave him the same thing – DICE! (stupid geeky story to that – he lost all his dice at a game day a couple of months ago, so I suggested to everyone to get him gaming stuff – dice specifically – and EVERYONE gave him dice – HAHAHAHAHA!) He love it. I’m glad I could give him a nice birthday – he’s had it kind of rough, he was out of work since the beginning of March – luckily he started a contract job on the 14th (his actual birthday) hopefully it will work out to be a permanent job – and the person he was dating kind of turned out to be a bit on the flaky side and unreliable. So no job, no love life, the least I could do was surprise him for his birthday. And as a bonus for me, I got to try out a new recipe for his b-day cake. :o) (I love to cook).
Saturday is just a blur of activity. I had planned to have my hubby’s birthday that day. People were coming over for a game and I had already e-mailed them of my little plan. About a week earlier I had told hubby that he wasn’t going to get a birthday anymore (it’s a long running joke with us, I tell him every year that he doesn’t get a birthday because May is just too damn busy). I got all our friends to ‘vote’ whether he would get a birthday or not, my reason was that he was never really born, but an alien so he doesn’t get one, plus May is a really busy month. Everyone ‘votes’ that no he doesn’t get one. I had already told everyone that no I wasn’t going to be that much of a bitch to him, but that we would do his birthday at the game as a surprise for him. The night before I had managed to bake a cake and hide it in the oven. The next morning I got up and iced it before I went to work (hiding it in the oven again) – Said a little prayer that he would not get the urge to fix a frozen pizza for the little people for lunch. I headed to the store after work and got some icing gel to write on the cake, a couple of cards from the little people and dinner for that night. I get home, the little people are napping, hubby is napping (there’s a lot of napping that happens in this house) – I get the cake and write happy birthday on it, then hide it again. Later friends come over, a couple were late – damn them! – so I was nervously trying to keep him out of the kitchen while I waited. After they got here I brought out the cake, he was totally surprised, he actually thought I had talked all his friends into ignoring his birthday. They all gave him the same thing – DICE! (stupid geeky story to that – he lost all his dice at a game day a couple of months ago, so I suggested to everyone to get him gaming stuff – dice specifically – and EVERYONE gave him dice – HAHAHAHAHA!) He love it. I’m glad I could give him a nice birthday – he’s had it kind of rough, he was out of work since the beginning of March – luckily he started a contract job on the 14th (his actual birthday) hopefully it will work out to be a permanent job – and the person he was dating kind of turned out to be a bit on the flaky side and unreliable. So no job, no love life, the least I could do was surprise him for his birthday. And as a bonus for me, I got to try out a new recipe for his b-day cake. :o) (I love to cook).
Sunday, May 18, 2003
My Evil Plot
This entire week I've been plotting against my husbands birthday. I have been telling him I would abolish his birthday on the grounds that there is no actual proof that he was in fact born and not some evil alien experiment gone bad. I manipulated his friends (our gaming group) in this plot. We took a vot as to whether he would get a birthday or not, and everyone agreed that he would not. Actually I was just planning a surprise for hubby's birthday. With the help of our friends I convinced hubby that he would get NO birthday. In reality I was planning to have a cake and surprise him at the game. I'll fill in more details after I get back from work, must go shower now.
This entire week I've been plotting against my husbands birthday. I have been telling him I would abolish his birthday on the grounds that there is no actual proof that he was in fact born and not some evil alien experiment gone bad. I manipulated his friends (our gaming group) in this plot. We took a vot as to whether he would get a birthday or not, and everyone agreed that he would not. Actually I was just planning a surprise for hubby's birthday. With the help of our friends I convinced hubby that he would get NO birthday. In reality I was planning to have a cake and surprise him at the game. I'll fill in more details after I get back from work, must go shower now.
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