Brain Damage

My progeny have brain damage. That's the ONLY explanation. Curently my youngest (Cabbage Patch), who happens to be pissed off at me for letting her sister use "HER" cup for juice, is rolling off the sofa every 5 or 10 minutes. She lays there for a few moments watching the new Power Puff Girl's DVD I procured from the Almighty WalMart then just rolls off the sofa. After plopping ungracefully to the floor she get's up and lays back down on the sofa. Brain damage. *sigh* and I thought I had managed to birth both offspring with little or no mental damage. There goes my Mother Of The Year nomination.

Later
Further proof of brain damage...

After Super Girl had finished the juice, Cabbage Patch brought the empty sippy cup to me and happily accepted juice in the cup. This could be a good thing, save me some dish washing. Hmmm... too bad they don't wear the same size... I could just have a couple of outfits for each and have the switch off every couple of days... save me some laundry to do... heh. Kidding. Really.

Exciting Plans For The Night

Well that's a bit of a stretch. I'm going to take the Little People to the movies then make a little trip to Starbucks after. No I'm not planning on getting the kids all cafinated, I just want to use my Starbucks card that I got for my birthday. That and I want to burn off some more time until bed time and lessen the time the tiny terrorists have to make messes in the house.

Hopeing the movie doesn't suck.

"Say Goodnight Gracie."

That's about it for tonight. I was going to write an angst filled post about my issues, but I'll spare everyone the pain of that and head to bed.

I have the day off tomorrow, of which I am none to happy. K is out of town and child care for Saturday just didn't materialize. I'm loosing money. Money is something I desperately need. To get my drivers license for one thing... I'll write about that experience tomorrow, I'll explain my need for money to get my license.

It's been a deathly quiet evening. Tiny Terrorists in bed earlier than expected due to them being EVIL. I was listening to some music earlier but it just didn't seem to fit me tonight so it's just the hum of the computer and the occasional bug smacking against my window. Quiet is usually good, it's just not helping my mood tonight. Maybe I should have drank that bottle of wine in the fridge.

Off to dream land.

More Stupid News

Rick James Autopsy Shocker states that Mr. James had lots of drugs in his system when he died. Is anyone shocked by that revelation? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

"In addition to cocaine and crystal meth, the Los Angeles county coroner's report noted the presence of seven other drugs found during the autopsy--specifically Xanax, Valium, Wellbutrin, Celexa, Digoxin, Chlorpheniramine and Vicodin."

Quite frankly I would have been SHOCKED if there HADN'T been drugs in his system.

Stupid Quiz Night

In an effort to not bore everyone with my personal issues, I will fill space with something stupid, then I'll go back to the dark, brooding, sullen,s elf depreciating posts.


Congratulations! You're a black velvet!


What Drink Are You?
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You are the Devil card. The Devil is based on the
figure Pan, Lord of the Dance. The earthy
physicality of the devil breeds lust. The
devil's call to return to primal instincts
often creates conflict in a society in which
many of these instincts must be kept under
control. Challenges posed by our physical
bodies can be overcome by strength in the
mental, emotional, and spiritual realms. Pan is
also a symbol of enjoyment and rules our
material creativity. The devil knows physical
pleasure and how to manipulate the physical
world. Material creativity finds its output in
such things as dance, pottery, gardening, and
sex. The self-actualized person is able to
accept the sensuality and usefulness of the
devil's gifts while remaining in control of any
darker urges. Image from The Stone Tarot deck.
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Which Tarot Card Are You?
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Heh... I like that one. I have a deck that has a very cool Devil card where the Devil is a woman in a red dress, I like it better than the goat thing up there.


You represent... desire.
You sure are motivated. You have a definite knack
for getting what you want. You always put your
own interests before those of others, and you
almost always find youself being satisfied.
Though you have determination, try some
compassion. Putting others first occassionally
can get you even more satisfying relationships.


What feeling do you represent?
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The Withered Lover


What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?
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Hmmmm... interesting.


You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be
poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and
creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.
Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.


What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Pretty pic

And now to end this Quiz Night with one that's just stupid and funny.

I'm a rabbit vibe! Stylish, voracious, and I know
exactly what I want and how to get it. Rrowr!

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What kind of sex toy are you?
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So true, so true.

Silly News

Bobby Brown is getting his very own reality TV show. I wonder if it will have a lot of shots of him smacking Whitney up and of him getting busted? It will be like C.O.P.S! Shit I hope it is like that! It would be cool if they got some guest footage of Robert Downey Jr. getting busted, or Winona Ryder trying to talk her way out of getting arrested for shop lifting or maybe Macaulay Culkin getting busted for drugs.

Joke

This made me laugh.

Jesus was out walking one day, when he came across a
stoning. Jesus looked at the crowd and then said: "Those
amongst you who have no sin shall throw the first stone."
A man at the back of the crowd yelled: "Jesus, you always
want to go first!"

Gerbil Ball


Tonight we bought Bea a little ball to get her exercise in. The cats are sitting there watching Bea like a redneck watching Nascar. I don't think Bea appareciates the ball or the fact that it rolls every time she tries to get anywhere. Sunshine is trying to be very casual about it yet she hasn't taken her eyes off the ball containing Bea since I set it down in the base.

(imaginary) conversation with Sunshine:
Me: So, what do you think?
Sun: Is that a crunchy shell for a tasty morsel?
Me: NO. It's an exercise ball for Bea.
Sun: That's what I said.
Me: *rolling eyes*
Dusty: *batting at ball casually* Captain! Seems to be an impenetrable force field around the cat food!
Me: *sigh* It's a gerbil, it's NOT FOOD - it's a PET.
Sun: heh, that's funny. You're kidding right? Cats are pets, everything else is either cat food or a nusance.
Me: It's a pet.
Sun: Food. You're saving it for yourself aren't you? That's cool, you did catch it. I totally understand playing with your food before you kill it, but if you wait to long with this kind of food, it get's all tough.
Me: I'm NOT going to eat my gerbil!
Sun: Can I then?
Me: Fuck you cat.

Yummy Work

Here is a photo of some of the food for the reception (there's three trays of meat, two of beans, two of rice, one of pico de gallo, one of guacamole and one of cheese). I had a lof of fun making all the food. I hope everyone enjoys the food.

Insignificant

That's how I feel lately. I always joke about being invisible to people, but I really do feel that way. Unless someone needs something from me, I might as well just be invisible. That's about the only time people call is when they want something. My brother calls. He's lonely so he calls. I listen until I can't listen anymore. I feel bad because I want to hang up, but I do anyway. I don't call anyone, not really sure anyone wants to hear from me anyway. Well I do call XXX but I'm not even sure he wants to hear from me these days.

It's kind of weird to wake up and realize that no one really considers you to be a priority in their life. You are just not important to anyone other than yourself - and even then other people come first. Well I'm important to work... just that I show up. Otherwise nothing. No one consults me for MY plans (not that there are any), no one really wants my opinion (probably a good thing really - I know that most of you read this because you're at work and reading a book would be to obvious that you're slacking, looking at porn might get you fired), no one takes time out of their lives for me, it's okay really, I know everyone has a life of their own with priorities and I don't really expect anyone to make me one of theirs.

I guess there are advantages to being invisible.

I thik I'll become a hermit. Who would notice really? I just need to find a job that doesn't require me to leave the house. I can shop for groceries at midnight at a 24 hour store so I don't have to interact with anyone, hey even Mobile - they have food there don't they? ("Excuse me ma'am, is this banana organic?" "Huh? This is a gas station, are you gonna get the banana or not??"). I can order everything else off the internet and only interact with my children. They'll grow up thinking I'm an utter and complete freak, and they'll be right. It will give them interesting things to discuss with their therapist whey they are in their 20's having their first nervous breakdown.

I must go for now. Need to talk to the cats, discuss the possibility of adding more cats to the household - I mean what kind of recluse would I be if I didn't have far too many cats?

Insanity Part II

I'm having an odd day. I'm not feeling good. Not sick, just not feeling good. Ugh...

I wish my pets could talk (then I wouldn't have to do it for them) although it might be a bad thing, I think it would keep life interesting. Conversations would probably go something like this:

Me: Sunshine! Where are you?
Sun: Mmmmmphhh? Hmmm... what... I'm sleeping...
Me: (rolling eyes) *tisk* You've been alseep for the past 9 hours, wake the hell up.
Sun: Ugh... still sleeping... *rolling over*
Me: *grabbing cat and giving vigorous rub* Wake your bitchass up, you need to help me clean.
Sun: Hey! Hey! You are violating my personal space!! Hands off!
Me: Up lazy ass. Gotta clean house.
Sun: *looking indignant* Do I LOOK like a Disney creation? You sure don't look like Snow White or Cinderella. I'm going back to sleep now.
Me: You can help willingly or I can use you to clean the kitchen floor with.
Sun: You wouldn't.
Me: Look, the broom handle unscrews. See? Wonder how we could attach you to it... Thinking... Thinking...
Sun: Fine. Give me a sponge.
Me: Good thinking. Don't leave streaks now.
Sun: I hate you.
Me: Fuck off, keep cleaning slave!

Insanity

I am crazy. No need to get confirmation for anyone, I know the state of my sanity. I talk for the gerbil. I have whole conversations as Bea the gerbil. I've also had conversations as Sunshine the Cat or Dusty the pissy cat as well as a whole entertaining entourage of fish personalities. Yes I know that's crazy. I already admitted it. It makes me fun, at least to myself. (I've also talked for insects and spiders that I disturbe outside, it's an even more desperatly pathetic form of crazy.)

Leshana Tova Tekatev v'etachetem -
May you be inscribed for a sweet and good year!

Last night started the Jewish New Year. Yesterday was not a great day for the most part, I'll get into it later - I don't want to focus on things that piss me off right now.

Today I'll be cooking a feast for 25. D asked me to asist her put on a reception for her husband's best friend and his new wife. This has become the subject of a bet now. The funds were limited ($200) and the bet was that it could not be done on the funds available. I knew it could. As of yesterday the funds were cut to $150. I assured D that we could do a fajita dinner for 25 for under $150 eaisly. Armed with a list we headed off to shop. We hit the bread outlet first for a huge stack of tortillas, then headed to SAMS to procure the rest of the food. After our shopping trip for supplies to make beef and chicken fajitas, guacamole, pico de gallo, Mexican rice and refried beans - and yes I am making it all, nothing instant or premade - we ended the shopping trip right around $100.

So I'll be spending the day cooking and packaging things up. After Super Girl gets out of school we'll go the lake to recite the Tashlich prayers, toss bread crumbs in the water and empty our pockets (we symbolically cast our sins into the water and leave our old shortcomings behind us, thus starting the new year with a clean slate). The ducks always like this. The kids enjoy it also.

It's a new year. It will be a good year. Leshana Tova.

You're a witchy woman! Chances are that you see
Morticia Addams as a role model, and your
wardrobe sports a fair amount of black. The
other mothers at school pick up may look
askance, but your kids already know that the
judgement of others isn't what counts.


What kind of a freaky mother are you?
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No surprises here.

Hair Do!



After spending much money, much time and several times in the shower, my hair is no longer hidious plum color. It's a bit darker than it normally is, but that's really what I wanted. I'm happy. Now I can get my drivers license.

Wash, Rinse, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat...


I made a HUGE mistake today (as you can see). I was looking at the photos from the party this past Saturday night and thinking that my hair was looking a bit faded. I figured I'd get a semi-permanent color to refresh the color. I considered getting a Henna pack and doing that but haven't gone to the beauty supply recently so I got a semi-permanent color from the store. Big mistake. I have been using professional color (the same one) for the past 16 years. I should not have trusted L'oreal. Now my hair is a dark PLUM color. Not RED as the box (and pictures on the box implied). The box said the color would be "Intense Auburn Red" and that it would not lighten hair. No ammonia and that it's gentle and would last up to 28 shampoos. I figured it was temporary and at worst (as implied from the pictures) it would just come out as a very intense red. Not so. It was nearly BLACK at first. Now after about 8-10 shampooings it's this dark color. It's creepy. I look like a vampire. I did the Goth thing back in high school, I'm so over it. I want my red back.

Ya know what sucks the most about this? I need to go get a replacement drivers license this week. I really don't want THIS hair color in the photo. So about 20 more shampoos and hopefully I'll look normal.

Grocery Trip From Hell

Yesterday we went grocery shopping and it lasted 2 freaking hours!!!! I blame K for this. He accepts this responsibility and knows that some day I will take my horrible revenge on him and it won't be pretty (maybe more Angry Albino Sock Monkies in his room).

We went to Albertsons for shopping as K suggested, he loves to go there as they have the self scan thing there. You get a little scanner device and scan your groceries as you go, then at the check out you just download the info and pay. Well K was having WAY to much fun with the scanner and by the time we got to the check out we needed to do some serious editing before paying. We called over the Oh-So-Happy Checker in charge of the self check area to help us. She was none too thrilled with us and said she would have to rescan all our groceries. This irritates me. I wanted out of the fucking store right then. So she starts scanning, then she has to go do some administrative thing to release something or other and she leaves for a few minutes. She returns and does this AGAIN. *sigh* When she comes back and starts scanning again she weighes all of the produce again even though they have been weighed and have convenient price stickers on them because OBVIOUSLY since we couldn't handle working the scanner we OBVIOUSLY could NOT have weighed and priced our produce correctly. Ugh. It was a joy. The only thing that kept me from strangling someone was the thought of the CHEAP wine in the basket.

Celebration For A Drag Queen

I'm going to write about the party first as it will help to get my mind off the blood pressure raising extreemly stressful grocery shopping trip this evening that took 2 fucking hours and an extreem amount of control on my part to keep from killing people (K for one and the ever so cheery checker girl). Thankfully I bought two bottles of cheap wine which is helping to make the rest of this night bearable.

The sorie. It was scheduled to start at 5 pm. I arrived home about 3:30 pm or 4 pm. This meant that I had no time to nap after (which is just about the one thing I look forward to most on the weekends... What? I like a good nap. I preffer a good nap after fabulous sex but XXX doesn't live here. *sigh* See why I call it a karmically challenged life?) work, K had secured child care (Petey had shanghi'd his youngest sister into agreeing to sit on the children for the evening).

We arrived at the party about 6 pm. This was the Queen's 30th birthday (fuck! Is EVERYONE in the freaking gaming group YOUNGER than ME now??? I mean except K and Mrs. S's Husband), several members of his family including the woman responsible for birthing him 30 years ago (she's very nice, she makes queso... mmmmm... cheese...). Mystical D had set out an impressive and tasty array of nibbles which I headed straight for as I was hungry having hot had a moment to eat lunch at the hospital. It's a good thing I ate then. Petey arrived shortly after we did and engaged in a few heated political conversations with K and B to which I wandered off to chat with the girls.

With any party that I attend that involves Petey it always involves drinking. Petey is my drinking buddy. Our quest for inebreiation started with coconut rum and coke. mmmmm... coconut rum.

Eventually the party moved into the livingroom where people were torturing themselves with a Patrick Swazie move - 'Ghost'. It's not as bad as MOST of his movies, but still painful on many levels. Second drink - something tangy and limony-limey. After the movie somehow Petey gained control of ''THE REMOTE" and we were forced to watch sharkes. I wasn't tracking to well on that. I get bored when there's too much talking and not enough limbs being ripped off. Giggles and The Postman were at the party - both expressed their remorse for having ditched my birthday party due to The Postman having chosen THAT day to propose to Giggles. *sigh* Men. I admonished The Postman for his poor planning but forgave them the mortal sin (I am a saint after all, must pardon thoes who are deserving).

The next drink was either a coke and something mix or the coffe mix. I forget. Someone put on my FAVORITE Star Trek movie the Wrath Of Khan - Now it's not like I'm some kind of Trek Geek (K just keep your trap shut on this one), I honestly don't even recognize this movie until I see the man with the most faboulous pecs - Ricardo Montalban .

Soon it was time to go and I had just started my last drink. A tangy limey thing that I chugged before flashing the crowd and leaving.

It was a most fun party, I wish I could have stayed longer and been the last remaining obnoxious drunk, but alas it was not to be, I had to work Sunday morning.

Happy birthday Bill.

Oddly Fitting...


You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to
die, but you won't remember too much of your
life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!


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I took that (I saw it on a dragqueen's blog) and thought it would just be stupid, but somehow it's a perfect lead in to the party from the weekend.