Friday, October 01, 2004
I'm almost finished with my Project. I've got PMS. I'm very tired but I can't sleep much. I wish I had a giant sized chocolate malt, but I'm glad I don't. I hate my cat.
Does that all make sense? No... Maybe... It should, they all tie in. Let me explain (not that you realy care, but you obviously are wasteing time so why not catch the explanation).
I'm nearly finish with a Project. I'm late finishing this Project. That makes me crazy and sleepless. I hate missing deadlines (even ones that are self imposed). I'm sleepy now, but I MUST finish this Project. I am so close to being done with this. I have to stop though, take a break and so I can refocus and not just fuck it up (as I have already done SEVERAL times). I'm anxious to get it finished though which makes me fidgetty. *sigh*
I have PMS, which is not really fair since I take the Depo Provera shot and I don't have all that messy monthy stuff going on anymore, I shouldn't have to deal with PMS. Although having PMS makes me absolutly obsessed with this Project. Having PMS while having a Project to finish is almost perfect... except PMS makes me sleepy. But I can't sleep because I'm obsesses with this Project.
I wish I had a giant sized chocolate malt. You just read the paragraph above this one, do I really have to explain that one? I'm glad I don't because I'm dieting and if I DID have a giant sized chocolate malt I would feel compelled... no, obligated to finish it even if I didn't want more than just a couple of sips. But who the hell am I kidding? I'd want the whole fucking thing! Thanks to the powers that be that I don't have one... Fuck them because I WANT one!!!
I hate my cat. She's neurotic. She's obsessive. She's an irritant. Hey, sounds like I just described myself! Anyway, she likes to sleep in my bedroom at night, I can't stop her, she can open my door. She likes to get on my pillows somewhere between 3-5 am and stare at me. She purrs really loudly and will lick my face. She's very persistent and will keep this up until I get out of bed at 6:30 am. She interupts my sleep. Fucking cat.
Must go, have obsessing to do, Project to finish and a fucking cat to kick.
Or - More Proof Of My Insanity
Enough already. I'm tired of walking into my bathroom and seeing all of you in my bath tub having a little party. Just yesterday there were no less than 10 of you in the tub! 10! That's a little extreme!
I understand you've been through a difficult time what with your break up with Fairy Boy, I mean Ken, but that's no excuse for the endless naked lesbian orgies going on in my bath tub. The party stops now. Get into rehab, get some counseling. Just get out of my bath tub you plastic whore!
Dear Youngest Of My Offspring;
I somehow feel somewhat responsible for your obvious brain damage. Jumping on my bed while singing '10 Little Monkies Jumping On The Bed' is proof of your impaired mental facilities. You've fallen off the bed and whacked your hed on the dresser yet you continue to use my bed as a trampoline while singing that insane song and ignoring my constant drone of 'Stop jumping on my bed! Get off my bed!'. (I blame the selective hearing on your father's genetic contribution to you.)
I love you anyway, you bizarre little person.
Dear Oldest Progeny;
I must appologize for last night when I told you that Angry Albino Sock Monkey was actually your twin sister who has been kept in a cage in a lab until just recently. I honestly expected you to call me on that one, but you didn't. I was enjoying the fact that you were seriously considering the possibility as true so I just couldn't tell you the truth. (Please, please tell your teacher of your Evil Twin - I'd love to get that call from school.) You're generally a skeptical child so I was taken off guard by your sudden gullible moment, must be a recessive gene from your father's side - not that he's gullible, but your uncles could get a special parking space if they measured gullibility as a handicap.
For now, I will cherish the days that you believe you have an Evil Twin.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Last night shortly before heading to bed I read this article titled Bush Policies Bad for Kids, Child Experts Say. Being a parent I was keenly interested in this topic.
I was appaled and shocked by this one statement "Under President Bush (news - web sites)'s leadership, ... more children than ever have health insurance through SCHIP...". That's utter bullshit. The SCHIP (State Child Health Insurance Program) has dropped thousands and thousands of children this year alone. This article written in August 2004 discusses the issues of cost cutting changes in the Texas SCHIP program and how it is affecting people. Dental and vision have been cut out of the program. Mental health benefits have been slashed as well.
The saddest statement in this article is "One of the most distressing things about what's happened with our program is that virtually all of the decline in enrollment of SCHIP children in Texas has been among the lowest-income families," - read that again - decline in enrollment amont the LOWEST-INCOME families. Maybe I'm confused, but wasn't SCHIP developed to help the lowest-income families?
SCHIP cuts = Less children getting basic health care. Which means that more people will be bringing children to the emergency room with acute medical issues. That means more cost that gets passed along to the tax payer. Higher taxes or inaequately funded hospitals.
A scary thing to look at is this table with comments about each state's SCHIP plan.
One study says that 8.5 million low-income children go withough health insurance. Sad, sad, sad.
I'll be considering this issue when I go to vote this November.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Because I have a project that I must get finished (meaning I must get off my ass and get it done now), today I shall fill this little spot with something silly. A quiz. Don't roll your eyes.
YOU ARE MOLY
What herb are you?
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I've never even heard of that herb.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
This morning has been crazier than I had anticipated. I knew it would be crazy as it is MY life, but I didn't expect it to be like THIS.
Super Girl was whiney and slow this morning (which is a switch, usually it's Cabbage Patch who is being The Baddger) and ended up missing the bus. I sent her to her room for a bit as I was a little on the pissed side. I went to scrub the health hazard of a kitchen... ok a bit of an exageration, but it was very nasty - the dishes were done but the counters hadn't been wiped and the floor was in desperate need of sterilization.
A very repentant Super Girl came down from her room while I was scrubbing, I explained that I was not happy that she had missed the bus as it is very important that she go to school every day and that it is her responsibility to get ready on time, that I still loved her even when I'm angry with her and I wouldn't be angry all day. She nodded her head and smiled a bit. I briefly felt like a big ogre when I looked at her little tear streaked and pouty face, but reminded myself that she has to learn to be responsible. It's all about responsibility and being able to be acountable. I'm very proud of her as she really is very good about being responsible and accountable since school has started.
I was going to write a post about my weekend with He For Who The Sun Doth Shine (XXX) but realized that it would either appear as bragging or just outright porn. *sigh* ahhhh... It was a wonderful weekend.
Monday, September 27, 2004
I am The Sun
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(Battery Operated Boyfriend)
I'm not sure if I mentioned this but a dear memeber of my family passed on recently. B.O.B has been a faithful and loyal companion for the past several years. B.O.B's passing was unexpected and nothing I could do would coax him back to life. I was left with the dificult task of... finding a replacement B.O.B.
XXX kindly helped in the research of a replacement B.O.B. We discussed what qualities I was looking for in a B.O.B and did extensive online research while considering the miltiple options and qualifications the replacement B.O.B would have to posses.
After a brief (and frustrating) mourning period I decided it was time to take the plunge and find the pefect replacement B.O.B. Time to turn to e-bay.
I searched in the appropriate section for a couple of hours and consulted with XXX on his opinion. I had decided that I needed a replacement B.O.B not unlike the original B.O.B but maybe with some extras (speed control would be nice) as well as an extra toy for extra fun. I found a pack with B.O.B, several sleeves for B.O.B, a vibrating egg and two cock rings. The price was reasonable so I bid. I also bid on a vibrating Magic Bullet (water proof) as well as another vibrating egg. I won all my auctions.
ENTER NEW B.O.B
As mentioned last Friday I took a spontanious trip to see XXX. My items arrived Friday morning and after an inspection to make sure everything was there and working, the brand new package of goodies got packed away in my luggage. I forgot many things on this trip, but I did not forget the party favors. ;o)
SEX TOY REVIEW
XXX selfelessly helped me in the testing process of the products. I appreciate his giving of his time for this endevor of mine.
NEW B.O.B. Looks much like old B.O.B. except maybe a tad bit longer (maybe half an inch longer) and it has speed control on the bottom - it's a dial. It goes from a soft wiggle to a nice firm vibration (yeah baby!). The sleeves (tested solo) - most were not so good. The ones I liked in order of which I liked best - the studded one rocked!, the G-Spot one was more effective than I had imagined, the Penis shaped sleeve was nice. I didn't try the anal sleeves or the French tickler sleeve - I really wasn't sure what that one was, it kind of resembled something vaguely squidlike and scary.
COCK RINGS were tested by XXX with my help. One was a rubbery material with a 'quick release button'. We messed with that one for a bit and tried to figure out how exactly to work the release button (damn these types of items that don't come with directions!!), it seemed to work opposite of how one would expect it to also the 'quick release' wasn't quite so quick and proved to be a bit pinchy so it was quickly tossed aside. The other cock ring looked like some kind of torture device. It did however have a vibrating egg (that plugged into the egg power pack) encased in it. The little flange thingies around the ring part were not as soft as one would expect from something designed to do what what it does so this cock ring also was relegated to the 'maybe some other time' pile.
VIBRATING EGG was a winner!! Woohoo! Bells and whistles! Jackpot! Winner!!! Oh... Sorry... I digress... I had tried this before and LOVED it. This one did not disapoint. XXX even gave it a *ahem* thumbs up.
MAGIC BULLET was nice and wireless (which the egg is not) and it's waterproof (also the egg is not). It doesn't have the POWER of the egg but it does have a nice gentle buzz. Not the most fabulous thing in the bunch, but it's not bad and it's perfect for whenever one might want to take a 'nice long hot bath'.
The pack was well worth the money. Everything cost about the price of buying a good simple B.O.B with no attachments from Good Vibrations . It was way too much fun experimenting with the toys and it added to the already fabulous sex with XXX. Ahhhhhhhh...
Everyone should have sex toys.
While I was away this conversation happened between K and the Little People:
K: (*to Cabbage Patch) Do you have to go to the potty?
CP: Super Girl poopy.
SG: NO I'M NOT!
CP: Super Girl poopy.
SG: NO I'M NOT!!!!
K: No she's not, now stop that.
CP: Uh-huh, Super Girl poopy.
SG: I'M NOT POOPY! SEE!!! *standing up, pulling her shorts down and point her butt at K and CP* SEE!!
K: Ugghhh... *rolling eyes up in head*