Men Confuse Me
One acts disinterested, then calls and makes my knees weak.
One is absolutly wonderful - just needs to live closer.
One is overly anxious and pushing to hard.
One is from the past... can he not remember why it ended?
One is still pineing and can't let go.
One disapears weeks ago then calls tonight and is irritated to discover I went on (dating) without him. Sorry baby you missed the boat.
I need a manual for them.
Friday, February 27, 2004
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Brunch Of Doom?
Tomorrow I will have brunch with someone from high school. Not just any high school friend, but my NEMISIS from high school! I hope this isn't some horrid trap to drag me to my ultimate humilation and demise at her hands! I think it isn't though, she did appoligize for being a totally BITCH in hs a while back. We will see... I'll let the little people eat first to make sure this isn't the BRUCH OF DOOM! ;o)
Tomorrow I will have brunch with someone from high school. Not just any high school friend, but my NEMISIS from high school! I hope this isn't some horrid trap to drag me to my ultimate humilation and demise at her hands! I think it isn't though, she did appoligize for being a totally BITCH in hs a while back. We will see... I'll let the little people eat first to make sure this isn't the BRUCH OF DOOM! ;o)
Daddy Out Of The Hospital
I just got a call from my father. He's out of the hospital after having yet another heart attack. He spent a week in the hospital - I didn't find out untill Sunday via an e-mail from him. *sigh* It makes me very frustrated that my step mother treats me and my sister in such a disrespectful manner as to not call us!
Anyway, I'm glad he's home.
I just got a call from my father. He's out of the hospital after having yet another heart attack. He spent a week in the hospital - I didn't find out untill Sunday via an e-mail from him. *sigh* It makes me very frustrated that my step mother treats me and my sister in such a disrespectful manner as to not call us!
Anyway, I'm glad he's home.
The Truth!
Hubby sent me this... if you are unsure of THE GAY AGENDA click, you will be enlightened. ;o)
Hubby sent me this... if you are unsure of THE GAY AGENDA click, you will be enlightened. ;o)
Happy Fat Tuesday!
At the request (begging actually) of hubby I'll be making a king cake and Jambalya for dinner. He'd really prefer gumbo but I like jambalya better.
Doesn't tomorrow start the whole Lenten season? I think so. He was talking about what he would give up for Lent. He always gives up the same thing - Cokes and candy. I told him I was glad I don't have to give anything up for 40 days - then he brought up the whole giving up leavening for Passover... Yeah he's right, but it's not for 40 days! heh.
At the request (begging actually) of hubby I'll be making a king cake and Jambalya for dinner. He'd really prefer gumbo but I like jambalya better.
Doesn't tomorrow start the whole Lenten season? I think so. He was talking about what he would give up for Lent. He always gives up the same thing - Cokes and candy. I told him I was glad I don't have to give anything up for 40 days - then he brought up the whole giving up leavening for Passover... Yeah he's right, but it's not for 40 days! heh.
Monday, February 23, 2004
It's Raining, It's Pouring
Mid-day rains make me want to stay in bed and sleep. Unfortunately for me it does not make 5 year olds or 2 year olds do that. *sigh*
This is a depressing rain, it's been gray all day and it's a little on the cool side. Weather like this makes me all introspective. I wonder why I care so much about people who can't return phone calls, why I care so much about someone who clearly can't or won't appreciate what a great person I am, why do I let this bother me, why am I not more appreciative of those who do appreciate me, why did I not get a phone call when someone went into the hospital, do all mother's feel like an utter failure from time to time, is the creek going to flood with all this rain, is it time to plant my seeds yet.... Introspective not productive... I wish the rain would stop.
Mid-day rains make me want to stay in bed and sleep. Unfortunately for me it does not make 5 year olds or 2 year olds do that. *sigh*
This is a depressing rain, it's been gray all day and it's a little on the cool side. Weather like this makes me all introspective. I wonder why I care so much about people who can't return phone calls, why I care so much about someone who clearly can't or won't appreciate what a great person I am, why do I let this bother me, why am I not more appreciative of those who do appreciate me, why did I not get a phone call when someone went into the hospital, do all mother's feel like an utter failure from time to time, is the creek going to flood with all this rain, is it time to plant my seeds yet.... Introspective not productive... I wish the rain would stop.
HAH! This made me laugh! Especially the part about promiscuity and cooking.
You're Thailand!
Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you,
you have a long history of rising above adversity. Recent adversity has led to questions
about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a
number of tourists and admirers. And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good
meal whenever it's called for. Good enough to make people cry.
face="Times New Roman">Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Fish Memorial
The candle light vigil for Ran was lovely albeit 'light' less... kind of hard to light candles in water. The very next night we had a memorial for Ran as I finally convinced them that after so many days out of the tank she'd definitly be dead. Being goldfish - which have notoriously short memories, most had already forgotten that there ever was another fish in the tank. Yes made for an interesting memorial - 'We are gathered here to remember fondly Ran.' 'Ran? Ran who?' 'Ran? We don't run, we swim?' 'Are we being fed?' 'Bubbles! Wheee! Bubbles!' Real sentimental.
Anyway, to fill the void in my... er... tank... I purchased two new fish. One is a black Moor and the other is a white common with cool orange spots around his eyes.
After much searching through the Norse mythology I have named the white one:
Heimdall
Pronunciation:
haym'-dahl
Heimdall is the god of light, the son of nine mothers (variously given as the daughters of Geirrendour the Giant or of Aegir). He was born at the end of the world and raised by the force of the earth, seawater and the blood of a boar. Because of his shining, golden teeth he is also called Gullintani ("gold tooth"). His hall is Himinbjorg, The Cliffs of Heaven, and his horse is Gulltop. Heimdall carries the horn Gjallar.
He is the watchman of the gods and guards Bifrost, the only entrance to Asgard, the realm of the gods. It is Heimdall's duty to prevent the giants from forcing their way into Asgard. He requires less sleep than a bird and can see a hundred miles around him, by night as well as by day. His hearing is so accurate that no sound escapes him: he can even hear the grass grow or the wool on a sheep's back. At the final conflict of Ragnarok he will kill his age-old enemy, the evil god Loki, but will die himself from his wounds.
As the god Rig ("ruler"), Heimdall created the three races of mankind: the serfs, the peasants, and the warriors. It is interesting to note why Heimdall fathered them, and not Odin as might be expected. Furthermore, Heimdall is in many attributes identical with Tyr.
And the black one:
Nott
In Norse myth, Nott is the personification of night, and the daughter of Narvi. Nott was married three times and with each husband she had one child. Her first husband was Naglfari, and their son was Aud. Her second husband was Annar, father of Earth. Her third husband was Delling, the personification of twilight, father of Dagur (Day). She and her son were given horse-drawn chariots by the gods and were placed in the sky to round the world every two half-days. Notts chariot is pulled by the horse Hrimfaxi ("frost-maned") which covers the earth with dew early in the morning.
The candle light vigil for Ran was lovely albeit 'light' less... kind of hard to light candles in water. The very next night we had a memorial for Ran as I finally convinced them that after so many days out of the tank she'd definitly be dead. Being goldfish - which have notoriously short memories, most had already forgotten that there ever was another fish in the tank. Yes made for an interesting memorial - 'We are gathered here to remember fondly Ran.' 'Ran? Ran who?' 'Ran? We don't run, we swim?' 'Are we being fed?' 'Bubbles! Wheee! Bubbles!' Real sentimental.
Anyway, to fill the void in my... er... tank... I purchased two new fish. One is a black Moor and the other is a white common with cool orange spots around his eyes.
After much searching through the Norse mythology I have named the white one:
Heimdall
Pronunciation:
haym'-dahl
Heimdall is the god of light, the son of nine mothers (variously given as the daughters of Geirrendour the Giant or of Aegir). He was born at the end of the world and raised by the force of the earth, seawater and the blood of a boar. Because of his shining, golden teeth he is also called Gullintani ("gold tooth"). His hall is Himinbjorg, The Cliffs of Heaven, and his horse is Gulltop. Heimdall carries the horn Gjallar.
He is the watchman of the gods and guards Bifrost, the only entrance to Asgard, the realm of the gods. It is Heimdall's duty to prevent the giants from forcing their way into Asgard. He requires less sleep than a bird and can see a hundred miles around him, by night as well as by day. His hearing is so accurate that no sound escapes him: he can even hear the grass grow or the wool on a sheep's back. At the final conflict of Ragnarok he will kill his age-old enemy, the evil god Loki, but will die himself from his wounds.
As the god Rig ("ruler"), Heimdall created the three races of mankind: the serfs, the peasants, and the warriors. It is interesting to note why Heimdall fathered them, and not Odin as might be expected. Furthermore, Heimdall is in many attributes identical with Tyr.
And the black one:
Nott
In Norse myth, Nott is the personification of night, and the daughter of Narvi. Nott was married three times and with each husband she had one child. Her first husband was Naglfari, and their son was Aud. Her second husband was Annar, father of Earth. Her third husband was Delling, the personification of twilight, father of Dagur (Day). She and her son were given horse-drawn chariots by the gods and were placed in the sky to round the world every two half-days. Notts chariot is pulled by the horse Hrimfaxi ("frost-maned") which covers the earth with dew early in the morning.
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