Friday, June 04, 2004

Come On Baby, Give Me That Sexy Pout

Give Me Pouty Baby!
Kids are funny. Super Girl is funny. Some day she will hate that I have a blog and tell stories featuring her antics.

Lately I've been working on many art projects (pictures to come soon, I promise). I have a battered and beaten - falling apart really - brief case (that locks) that holds all my Prisma colors, water color markers, oil color pastels and other various art items. I generally leave this locked but as of late it has been unlocked due to continued work on several projects. Yesterday after a quick trip to my bedroom I looked at Super Girl sitting on the sofa looking guilty about something and discovered that her lips were bright fire engine red. For a moment I was confused as I KNOW I don't own any lipstick of that color, then I spied one of my water color markers next to her with the lid off. heh. Like a good parent I stifled my urge to laugh hard and admonished her for getting into my art supplies. The funnies part is that somehow without a mirror she had managed to perfectly color in her little mouth, not a mark outside her lips at all. Many women would kill for that talent. ;o)
Word Challenge
The Word of the Day for Jun 04 is:
braggadocio \brag-uh-DOH-see-oh\ noun

*1 : a loud arrogant boaster
2 a : empty boasting b : arrogant pretension : cockiness

Example sentence:
In the novel, the murderer was a braggadocio, smugly sure of his own brilliance, but he ultimately gave himself away by confessing his crime within earshot of the police inspector.

My former stepfather was such a braggadocio about his gaming and other supposed acomplishments that I often had the urge to vomit whenever he opened his mouth to speak.

(how about that one K?)
10 Years

Oddly enough today is my 10 year anniversary. 10 years is a long time. K and I have been together as a couple for nearly 13 years (we dated for almost 9 months before we got engaged, 2 years of engagement and now 10 years of marriage) we've known each other for almost 18 years.

Year 10 is the Tin/Aluminum (traditional) or Diamond (modern). Tin or aluminum? What is this the recycling anniversary?

We considered celebrating tonight but scratched the idea as our respective boyfriends are busy. *sigh* (heh, and you think I'm joking)

10 years of being married to a gay man have not been bad really. He's a wonderful man, very smart, funny, patient and fun to be with. He's also a wonderful father and friend. B is lucky to have such a nice man as a boyfriend (I've trained K well - still more training needed, that is B's job now though).

I was a little hesitant about even mentioning our anniversary this year. It's been about three years since we decided to stop pretending to be a straight couple with a straight marriage. It's also been about three years since we resented each other, lied to each other or hurt each other deeply with our words or actions (inactions also). When we decided to be honest about ourselves and each other our relationship improved more than it ever had in the 4 years of on and off marriage counseling. I no longer felt the compulsion to be angry and disappointed with him and he no longer felt guilty and ashamed of himself. We have learned a lot in the past three years. We've been through a lot in the past 13 years together. Some good, some bad, all of it interesting. He's always been there for me, my best friend and confidant. We have always made better friends than lovers (not that the sex was bad, just not fabulous - no slight against him, he did a damn fine job considering he's gay).

To my husband;

The past 10 years have been an adventure to say the least, I'm glad you were by my side through all of it, the good and the bad.

We've laughed together, cried together and shared joys and fears. The birth of two beautiful daughters and the struggles of parenthood have added plenty of laughter, tears, joy and fears that I'm thankful to share with you. We make a great team.

One day I know we will part ways as husband and wife as you go on to be a husband to someone else and I a wife to another man. I hope to be there next to you as you take that next step in your life and I promise to always stand by you no matter what.

Dear husband of mine, thank you for 10 years.

Much love my dear friend,


I Steal To Make Myself Popular

Stolen from Jewdez (because she's Judy also... that and I'm to lame to post original content)

Answer the following questions in my comments so everyone can see:

1. Who are you?
2. Have we ever met?
3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
4. Describe me in one word.
5. What reminds you of me?
6. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
7. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
8. Are you going to put this on your weblog and see what I say about you?
9. What do you love like a fat kid loves cake?
10. What makes you come back here?

Comments kids, comments - that means not on the Tag Board. Just click it below, it won't hurt, I promise (and if it does, either myself or K will kiss it for you).

Thursday, June 03, 2004

The Word of the Day for Jun 03 is:

defalcation \dee-fal-KAY-shun\ noun

*1 : the act or an instance of embezzling
2 : a failure to meet a promise or an expectation

Example sentence:
"'She made off with the money, an act of defalcation that disqualifies her from receiving a bankruptcy discharge,' the judge ruled." (Orlando Sentinel, March 21, 2004)

Very odd for this to be the word of the day as my sister and I were in a conversation this morning discussing how our former step-father's idiotic act of defalcation not only lead to his brief incarceration but contributed to our family being in much unnecessary hardship and financial ruin. Over the years, his continued defalcation was a constant source sadness and despair for everyone.

(See K, I used it in two sentences and used it with BOTH meanings!)

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Titty Baby

I'll admit it, I am one. It doesn't take much to get my nose out of joint. It's a quality I hate about myself, but I have no idea how to NOT be a titty-baby. It can be something as small as not having time to talk to me or not liking something I say/do/made. Then I sulk. I pout. I make sure people KNOW that I'm feeling slighted - never say it, but I sure act like a petulant brat. (sheesh and I always wonder where Cabbage Patch gets it from) I have no idea how ANYONE can stand to be around me at times.
Something Else Stupid

This just had me laughing hard.

Which internet subculture do I belong to? [CLICK]
You are a FURRY!
You are a sick, sick, individual. Stop lusting over animals! Take off that fursuit and quit yiffing. No-one likes furry art! STOP NOW!
More Quizzes at

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Good Bye To All The Fishes

Damn it. I miss watching my fish. I'm so used to watching them from the computer that I keep looking at the empty tank. It's disappointing and kind of sad. I miss how they all would come to the side of the tank when I walked up to it. I miss Thor tapping the glass with the rocks. I miss Valkyrie swimming into the wall of bubbles. I miss Nott always hanging out in the corners so I had to look for her. And Mamma Bear, just a plain old Goldfish. I miss Loki... No I don't. He was a murderous, Evil little bastard fish. I just didn't have the heart to flush him. Fucking fish. He probably caused the mass suicide.

Yeah I know, I'm being stupid and crazy. I probably should not have watched Finding Nemo tonight.

I'll probably wait a couple off weeks (and clean the tank really well) before restocking the Tank Of Doom (that's what I call the tank now). I miss my fish.
What Ever Happened To?

One more pointless post to fill up some cyberspace...

Rainy nights call for smooth listening. I'm listening to Easy Jazz. Darryl Hall "What's In Your World?" (I like it). Darryl Hall of Hall & Oats - can you believe that? He's still making music! I thought for sure he was on to the land of the has-been, and maybe Easy Jazz really is the land of the has-been. Anyway, struck me as odd to be listening to anything by Hall of Hall & Oats. Must be the rain... Or the wine... Eh, who knows.
divine Sighting

Yesterday on my drive back home from Scarby, a shiny, new, pearl colored, Cadillac Escalade with all the trim pulled in front of me. A comical thought ran through my head - I thought "Hmmmm... I wonder if that's one of JC's posse. Who could be driving that? John? Peter? Paul? Mary? Ringo?"

It made me laugh, that's all that matters. How odd that a poor Jewish girl is the one to see all this. (could be that I'm crazy)
Rainy Night

Today has just slipped by. I was going to write about our (me and the little people) activities, but for some reason that just seems boring and pathetic right now.

It's raining here. Thunder storm. Not really much rain now, just a lot of noise. I'm happy that we are getting some rain and I don't mind the noise tonight. Thunder storms usually make me nervous and anxious, tonight it's kind of relaxing. K is out with his boyfriend and the little people are upstairs (supposedly) asleep. Just me and a glass of wine. Too bad XXXX isn't here.
Something Else Stupid To Fill Space

Karmically Challenged Life is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.



Monday, May 31, 2004

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Sunday, May 30, 2004

I See Dead Fish.

This weekend has turned out to be a complete waste of planning on my part. Friday I see that my second favorite fish has up and died. Damn it. Valkyrie. My prettiest fish.

Saturday, despite all my careful planning, turned out to suck completely. I did however get a lot of things done around the house and was hopeful that my Sunday plans would somehow come to fruition.

Sunday, short day at work, things looking good. Got home and things started not going as planned. I took some time to clean out my fish tank. Then realized that my carefully planned and hoped for plans were a total bust as a call from someone's work rendered all previous plans null and void. *sigh*

Went to pick up kids, got McD's for dinner and came home to a tank full of dead fish. Yeah, very pleasant. Now ALL of my fish are dead.

Sheesh. I'm glad the weekend is over. (I did just now feed the cats just to make sure they were still with me)

Here's my theory on what happened in Asgard...

The fish were part of some religious suicide plot, Valkyrie was the first of the fish to go. She shown the way for the other fish on their spiritual journey. Today when I was away they carried out their sad plans and everyone committed suicide at the same time thinking that the 'Mother Ship' was here.
The EVIL cats killed the fish out of spite and malice (they are cats after all).
I shocked the fish when I replaced the water and everyone died. Fucking fish. I blame them for not being more hardy! (kidding)

*sigh* Feel free to believe whatever you prefer, I'm going with the suicide plot though.

I think I'll start over with the tank. I'm not sure. This is very depressing to have all the fish die at once. K has suggested I no longer name my fish after Norse gods though, they all seem to have tragic ends. Eh, maybe he's right, maybe I'll start naming them after conquerors - Atilla, Ghengis, etc. Maybe.

A memorial service will be held soon.