Just when you thought it couldn't be more disturbing. Made entirely out of stray baby socks (all socks were removed from stray babies in my area - I guarantee that). Cabbage Patch is in LOVE it it.
Friday, October 08, 2004
My Tiny Terrorists, And Other People's Offspring
Yesterday the little girl who walks from the bus stop with Super Girl saw the drawer I was painting for the Little People and commented that it was really pretty and I needed to paint something for her. Heh. Compliments from wee people are always so sweet.
Last night we went to the local CiCi's Pizza for School Night (they donate a portion of the proceeds to the school Super Girl attends). We walked as it's very close to us. Cabbage Patch is the supreme Diva and HATES to walk anywhere - especially if she sees the car in the parking lot. She kept repeating "No, we take the car! No, we take the car! I don't walk! No, we take the car!" all the way to the pizza place (which is normal for her - the whineing about not wanting to walk that is). When we arrived, CiCi's was packed as many other people were supporting that particular school last night. *sigh* At least that would mean the pizza would be fresh at the buffet.
Ahhh the buffet... the pizzas were in fact freshly placed on the buffet. I served plates for myself and Cabbage Patch while K took care of Super Girl and himself. I found a table (I had to stand by the dirty table while the bus boy took his sweet time in clearing to get a table) and we all partook in some of the worst pizza I've had from a CiCi's. I've eaten at this CiCi's before and it although it's never been WOW! it's never been this bad. One variety of pizza was horrible and neither K or myself would eat more than one bite of it. Ewww. This happened to be the only piece of pizza that Cabbage Patch WOULD eat. K and I looked at her with bewilderment - she generally only eats the peppironi and cheese off her pizza but last night she ate that whole piece of shitty tasting pizza - go figure.
The walk back was uneventful as K let the little monster ride on his shoulders most of the way back. Once home I had a seat to check messages and was assaulted by a putrid smell. Looking around for the offending smell I discovered it was in Cabbage Patch's undies (she was complaining of not feeling well at CiCi's before she snarfed her nasty pizza). As this needed to be taken care of imediately, I sent her to her dad to clean up (hey, I'm off shift when he get's home).
So although my day had vasty improved, it still managed to end on a poopy note. ;o)
Yesterday the little girl who walks from the bus stop with Super Girl saw the drawer I was painting for the Little People and commented that it was really pretty and I needed to paint something for her. Heh. Compliments from wee people are always so sweet.
Last night we went to the local CiCi's Pizza for School Night (they donate a portion of the proceeds to the school Super Girl attends). We walked as it's very close to us. Cabbage Patch is the supreme Diva and HATES to walk anywhere - especially if she sees the car in the parking lot. She kept repeating "No, we take the car! No, we take the car! I don't walk! No, we take the car!" all the way to the pizza place (which is normal for her - the whineing about not wanting to walk that is). When we arrived, CiCi's was packed as many other people were supporting that particular school last night. *sigh* At least that would mean the pizza would be fresh at the buffet.
Ahhh the buffet... the pizzas were in fact freshly placed on the buffet. I served plates for myself and Cabbage Patch while K took care of Super Girl and himself. I found a table (I had to stand by the dirty table while the bus boy took his sweet time in clearing to get a table) and we all partook in some of the worst pizza I've had from a CiCi's. I've eaten at this CiCi's before and it although it's never been WOW! it's never been this bad. One variety of pizza was horrible and neither K or myself would eat more than one bite of it. Ewww. This happened to be the only piece of pizza that Cabbage Patch WOULD eat. K and I looked at her with bewilderment - she generally only eats the peppironi and cheese off her pizza but last night she ate that whole piece of shitty tasting pizza - go figure.
The walk back was uneventful as K let the little monster ride on his shoulders most of the way back. Once home I had a seat to check messages and was assaulted by a putrid smell. Looking around for the offending smell I discovered it was in Cabbage Patch's undies (she was complaining of not feeling well at CiCi's before she snarfed her nasty pizza). As this needed to be taken care of imediately, I sent her to her dad to clean up (hey, I'm off shift when he get's home).
So although my day had vasty improved, it still managed to end on a poopy note. ;o)
Spider
I managed to get a few photos of the spider suspended between the trees. For some reason this little bugger is washed out in the photos, maybe he's very reflective or something. I was pleasently surprised by how visible the web turned out in the photos - it's nearly invisible and I am always really careful so I don't walk into it, not because I'd be destroying the spiders home but because I might end up with a spider in my hair. I'd end up running around in circles smacking myself on the head while yelling "Spider on my head! Spider on my head!" until I tripped on something and fell on my ass. Amuseing for some, humiliating for me. Anyway, the web is beautiful and looks like strands of silver in the photos. Very cool. The last picture is hard to make out, but the spot to the left of the branches is another (bigger) spider. It's black and icky looking. If my camera had a zoom I would have gotten a very cool photo as I could see him from the side and since his web was barely visible it looked like he was standing on air. Creepy but cool.
I managed to get a few photos of the spider suspended between the trees. For some reason this little bugger is washed out in the photos, maybe he's very reflective or something. I was pleasently surprised by how visible the web turned out in the photos - it's nearly invisible and I am always really careful so I don't walk into it, not because I'd be destroying the spiders home but because I might end up with a spider in my hair. I'd end up running around in circles smacking myself on the head while yelling "Spider on my head! Spider on my head!" until I tripped on something and fell on my ass. Amuseing for some, humiliating for me. Anyway, the web is beautiful and looks like strands of silver in the photos. Very cool. The last picture is hard to make out, but the spot to the left of the branches is another (bigger) spider. It's black and icky looking. If my camera had a zoom I would have gotten a very cool photo as I could see him from the side and since his web was barely visible it looked like he was standing on air. Creepy but cool.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Project
Above is the project I'm working on now. It's been sitting waiting to be finished for a while. Super Girl asked for this dresser to be painted with flames and skulls. heh, damn I love that kid. I am mostly finished with her drawer (above), I just need to do some gold accenting on the flames and her name. Then finish the drawer for Cabbage Patch.
Super Spider
This morning I discovered that Creepy Glowing Spider's web survived the torrential rains earlier this week. The web is a bit bigger and hard to see - the morning is the best time to see it while it's damp with dew and the light catches it. I also saw that another similar spider - same except it is BLACK - has taken up residence higher up in one of the trees Creepy Glowing Spider has built it's web from. Although the spider creeps me out and gives me the urge to spray it liberally with hair spray (or whatever spray can I grab first), I still have to admire it's ability to build it's web where it is.
Not So Poopy Now
My day is going better. Sitting and doing a project helps to focus me and make me feel better. That and a call from XXX. *happy sigh*
Above is the project I'm working on now. It's been sitting waiting to be finished for a while. Super Girl asked for this dresser to be painted with flames and skulls. heh, damn I love that kid. I am mostly finished with her drawer (above), I just need to do some gold accenting on the flames and her name. Then finish the drawer for Cabbage Patch.
Super Spider
This morning I discovered that Creepy Glowing Spider's web survived the torrential rains earlier this week. The web is a bit bigger and hard to see - the morning is the best time to see it while it's damp with dew and the light catches it. I also saw that another similar spider - same except it is BLACK - has taken up residence higher up in one of the trees Creepy Glowing Spider has built it's web from. Although the spider creeps me out and gives me the urge to spray it liberally with hair spray (or whatever spray can I grab first), I still have to admire it's ability to build it's web where it is.
Not So Poopy Now
My day is going better. Sitting and doing a project helps to focus me and make me feel better. That and a call from XXX. *happy sigh*
Norah Jones - Turn Me On
Like a flower Waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb In a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
Im just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart It's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
That's a great song.
Like a flower Waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb In a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
Im just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart It's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
That's a great song.
Poopy Day
That's what I'm having. It's not quite bad enough to be SHITTY, but it's not GOOD. *sigh* I'd like to go back to bed and start over in a few hours, but alas, I'm not very sleepy and I have things I need to finish.
Why is my day so poopy? I'm sure you are dyeing to know (probably not, but you are still here reading and wasting time). First off I woke up before my alarm did this morning. I do hate that. I intended to go back to sleep for another 45 minutes but I thought I heard the sounds of one of the Little People in the living room. I tried to convince myself that it was probably just a cat (which I'm certain now it was) and will myself to go back to sleep (which is nigh impossible as it is very difficult for me to go back to sleep after being woken) but every tiny noise caused my eyes to pop open and my ears to perk up listening for what the Little People could be doing. Finally the alarm sounded and I didn't even bother to smack the snooze as usual. Both children came down the stairs about 5 minutes after I turned on the lights downstairs - which is a good thing as waking Cabbage Patch is much like waking a badger (we call her The Badger when it happens) and the whining, crying and bitching will last sometimes for the next hour. Unfortunately Cabbage Patch has been bratty since we got home from seeing Super Girl off to the bus. Then I've managed to piss off someone who's very presence espires me in all areas. Leave it to me to be an irritating cow. I've finished my most recent project and can't quite decide what I need to do next - I'm lacking motivation. I'm wearing probably the ugliest panties and bra that I own and for some insane reason that is making me feel Quasi-Moto-ish (all I need is a bell tower) and adding (in a negative way) to my feelings of loneliness.
Alright enough of this pity party, I'm off to fold some laundry.
That's what I'm having. It's not quite bad enough to be SHITTY, but it's not GOOD. *sigh* I'd like to go back to bed and start over in a few hours, but alas, I'm not very sleepy and I have things I need to finish.
Why is my day so poopy? I'm sure you are dyeing to know (probably not, but you are still here reading and wasting time). First off I woke up before my alarm did this morning. I do hate that. I intended to go back to sleep for another 45 minutes but I thought I heard the sounds of one of the Little People in the living room. I tried to convince myself that it was probably just a cat (which I'm certain now it was) and will myself to go back to sleep (which is nigh impossible as it is very difficult for me to go back to sleep after being woken) but every tiny noise caused my eyes to pop open and my ears to perk up listening for what the Little People could be doing. Finally the alarm sounded and I didn't even bother to smack the snooze as usual. Both children came down the stairs about 5 minutes after I turned on the lights downstairs - which is a good thing as waking Cabbage Patch is much like waking a badger (we call her The Badger when it happens) and the whining, crying and bitching will last sometimes for the next hour. Unfortunately Cabbage Patch has been bratty since we got home from seeing Super Girl off to the bus. Then I've managed to piss off someone who's very presence espires me in all areas. Leave it to me to be an irritating cow. I've finished my most recent project and can't quite decide what I need to do next - I'm lacking motivation. I'm wearing probably the ugliest panties and bra that I own and for some insane reason that is making me feel Quasi-Moto-ish (all I need is a bell tower) and adding (in a negative way) to my feelings of loneliness.
Alright enough of this pity party, I'm off to fold some laundry.
Book Review
Good lord, I've actually finished a book! And a book whose target audience is the above 10 crowd. :o) I haven't read a book in about a year. I love to read, it's just very hard to get uninterrupted reading time these days.
I read a book that I've had for several years, just sitting in a drawer, brand new and unread. I read Ann Rule's 'The Stranger Beside Me' about Ted Bundy. It's an easy read and goes pretty fast. Some critics have said that Ann Rule is the best true crime author. I have to disagree. I have read better. This wasn't a BAD book, but it wasn't a great book. The beginning of the book was a bit slow and the parts about her seemed a bit self indulgent and pompous. I suppose that's just how ex-cop true crime writers come off when they write about cases that directly involve themselves. My favorite true crime writer is John Douglas a former FBI profiler who helped solve hundreds of gruesome crimes, and he is very much arrogant and pompous, but his writing is compelling and full of detail and insight. Ann Rule is no John Douglas. Her involvement with Bundy is from working twice a week with him on a suicide hotline for maybe a year. They became friends but in no way would I ever characterize the relationship she describes as CLOSE. After she leaves the crisis center her contact with Bundy is basically a couple of Christmas parties and a Christmas card. It isn't until Bundy is incarcerated over a year later in Utah that Bundy begins to correspond with Rule on a more frequent basis through letters and phone calls. The book has some intensely boring parts where Rule feels compelled to give detailed descriptions and back ground about certain investigators and police people she knows personally. I guess she did that to bolster her image as a former cop/great crime writer with 'contacts', but I found it a waste of space in the novel and tended to glaze over or just skip over those parts.
I was somewhat disappointed with Rule's description of the crimes committed, it was almost as if she was afraid of being too gruesome. In saying that I'm not implying that I was looking for something horrible and gruesome, I suppose that after reading so many John Douglas books and other cut and dry true crime things I had expected more from her. I had already read about the crimes committed by Bundy and felt she was kind of glossing things over, maybe because she truly wanted to believe that Bundy was innocent of all the atrocities described.
Rule's personal involvement in the novel was at times nauseating and irritating. It became less so as the novel progressed and she could provide unique insight and perspective. Not so much into Bundy himself, I don't feel she knew Bundy even a quarter as well as she would like to think she did, but into the actual trial of Bundy. Since she corresponded with Bundy she would hear of his legal wrangling going on behind the scenes. Due to her 'special' status as a crime writer AND as a 'close' associate with Bundy she got a press pass to his trial. Her description of the trial and the press were the actual GOLD in this novel.
Through out the novel she repeatedly implies that she can not completely believe in Bundy's guilt or innocents - at the end she admits that she completely believes he is guilty. After this book was first finished in 1986 and published she came back in 1989 and wrote about 100 more pages where she chronicles Bundy's years on the Florida Death Row and the legal wrangling that went on for 9 years. Again she falls into a self indulgent, self important tone. Ugh. But her insider knowledge and insight into the last days of Bundy and his confession were again GOLD.
Not a great book, but not awful.
The book I'm very interested in reading now is one mentioned in the book by Rule. It's written by Bundy's long time girlfriend (Liz Kendall is her pen name) and is FUCKING HARD to get a hold of. I've looked online for the book and have yet to find it under $43 and some as high as $200!!! I searched to see if my library had a copy of the book and of course they do not. I'll just have to keep looking.
Good lord, I've actually finished a book! And a book whose target audience is the above 10 crowd. :o) I haven't read a book in about a year. I love to read, it's just very hard to get uninterrupted reading time these days.
I read a book that I've had for several years, just sitting in a drawer, brand new and unread. I read Ann Rule's 'The Stranger Beside Me' about Ted Bundy. It's an easy read and goes pretty fast. Some critics have said that Ann Rule is the best true crime author. I have to disagree. I have read better. This wasn't a BAD book, but it wasn't a great book. The beginning of the book was a bit slow and the parts about her seemed a bit self indulgent and pompous. I suppose that's just how ex-cop true crime writers come off when they write about cases that directly involve themselves. My favorite true crime writer is John Douglas a former FBI profiler who helped solve hundreds of gruesome crimes, and he is very much arrogant and pompous, but his writing is compelling and full of detail and insight. Ann Rule is no John Douglas. Her involvement with Bundy is from working twice a week with him on a suicide hotline for maybe a year. They became friends but in no way would I ever characterize the relationship she describes as CLOSE. After she leaves the crisis center her contact with Bundy is basically a couple of Christmas parties and a Christmas card. It isn't until Bundy is incarcerated over a year later in Utah that Bundy begins to correspond with Rule on a more frequent basis through letters and phone calls. The book has some intensely boring parts where Rule feels compelled to give detailed descriptions and back ground about certain investigators and police people she knows personally. I guess she did that to bolster her image as a former cop/great crime writer with 'contacts', but I found it a waste of space in the novel and tended to glaze over or just skip over those parts.
I was somewhat disappointed with Rule's description of the crimes committed, it was almost as if she was afraid of being too gruesome. In saying that I'm not implying that I was looking for something horrible and gruesome, I suppose that after reading so many John Douglas books and other cut and dry true crime things I had expected more from her. I had already read about the crimes committed by Bundy and felt she was kind of glossing things over, maybe because she truly wanted to believe that Bundy was innocent of all the atrocities described.
Rule's personal involvement in the novel was at times nauseating and irritating. It became less so as the novel progressed and she could provide unique insight and perspective. Not so much into Bundy himself, I don't feel she knew Bundy even a quarter as well as she would like to think she did, but into the actual trial of Bundy. Since she corresponded with Bundy she would hear of his legal wrangling going on behind the scenes. Due to her 'special' status as a crime writer AND as a 'close' associate with Bundy she got a press pass to his trial. Her description of the trial and the press were the actual GOLD in this novel.
Through out the novel she repeatedly implies that she can not completely believe in Bundy's guilt or innocents - at the end she admits that she completely believes he is guilty. After this book was first finished in 1986 and published she came back in 1989 and wrote about 100 more pages where she chronicles Bundy's years on the Florida Death Row and the legal wrangling that went on for 9 years. Again she falls into a self indulgent, self important tone. Ugh. But her insider knowledge and insight into the last days of Bundy and his confession were again GOLD.
Not a great book, but not awful.
The book I'm very interested in reading now is one mentioned in the book by Rule. It's written by Bundy's long time girlfriend (Liz Kendall is her pen name) and is FUCKING HARD to get a hold of. I've looked online for the book and have yet to find it under $43 and some as high as $200!!! I searched to see if my library had a copy of the book and of course they do not. I'll just have to keep looking.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Saint Sunshine
My cat really is a saint. The shit she puts up with is amazing. Today Cabbage Patch was making Sunshine dance. Sunshine was not to thrilled with this activity yet never attempted to inflict pain on my devious little offspring. Never once did I hear a murmur from the cat as Cabbage Patch put her in a head lock. When Cabbage Patch drug her up the stairs, into her room and shut the door so they could play together, the cat did not protest.
All this reminded me of when Super Girl was 3. I recall how she loved to play with her little pretend kitchen with sink, extending counter and play oven. Super Girl would put Sunshine in the play oven and peek in ever few minutes (checking for doneness maybe?), giggle wildly and slam the door shut. Sunshine would sit patiently until the right moment arrived and she would leap to freedom. She endured being put in the empty toy box and carted around by her. When Super Girl was a wee baby, Sunshine never seemed to mind all the slobbery baby kisses and the tiny hands with a death grip hold on the scruff of the neck or me having to pry the icy (sticky really) hand of death from her body.
After all the abuse she's been subjected to at the hands of the tiny terrorists (being doused with water, dressed in doll clothes, tied in a blanket, tied to the door, given a few hair cuts, had the breath squeezed out of her, dusted with baby powder, hair gelled, locked in toy boxes, etc.) she still loves them. The first day of kindergarten Sunshine promptly sat right on Super Girl as soon as she sat down when she got home. She stayed on Super Girl for almost two hours just purring. The last few days she's taken to laying down with Cabbage Patch at nap times (it's awfully cute to see them napping together). A few moments ago I heard Sunshine open the Little People's door so she could sleep with one of the kids. I often wonder if Sunshine is the nicest cat on earth or if she is rather stupid.
My cat really is a saint. The shit she puts up with is amazing. Today Cabbage Patch was making Sunshine dance. Sunshine was not to thrilled with this activity yet never attempted to inflict pain on my devious little offspring. Never once did I hear a murmur from the cat as Cabbage Patch put her in a head lock. When Cabbage Patch drug her up the stairs, into her room and shut the door so they could play together, the cat did not protest.
All this reminded me of when Super Girl was 3. I recall how she loved to play with her little pretend kitchen with sink, extending counter and play oven. Super Girl would put Sunshine in the play oven and peek in ever few minutes (checking for doneness maybe?), giggle wildly and slam the door shut. Sunshine would sit patiently until the right moment arrived and she would leap to freedom. She endured being put in the empty toy box and carted around by her. When Super Girl was a wee baby, Sunshine never seemed to mind all the slobbery baby kisses and the tiny hands with a death grip hold on the scruff of the neck or me having to pry the icy (sticky really) hand of death from her body.
After all the abuse she's been subjected to at the hands of the tiny terrorists (being doused with water, dressed in doll clothes, tied in a blanket, tied to the door, given a few hair cuts, had the breath squeezed out of her, dusted with baby powder, hair gelled, locked in toy boxes, etc.) she still loves them. The first day of kindergarten Sunshine promptly sat right on Super Girl as soon as she sat down when she got home. She stayed on Super Girl for almost two hours just purring. The last few days she's taken to laying down with Cabbage Patch at nap times (it's awfully cute to see them napping together). A few moments ago I heard Sunshine open the Little People's door so she could sleep with one of the kids. I often wonder if Sunshine is the nicest cat on earth or if she is rather stupid.
Overheard At The Bus Stop
Him: Where's he at?
Her: At home, he goes back tomorrow.
Him: Back on the bus?
Her: No back at school. He got suspended last week.
Him: For what?
Her: Fighting again. They suspended him and now they want to send him to alternative school or military school. I say whatever they need to do, then do it. I just got to take the papers up to his daddy to get signed, he's locked up.
Well... that was interesting. This little boy who is the subject of the above conversation has been a disipline problem since the beginning of school. He's been suspended off the bus twice (each time for a week) for hitting and fighting on the bus and been suspended from school several times and schooll has been in session only 6 or 7 weeks. Very sad.
Him: Where's he at?
Her: At home, he goes back tomorrow.
Him: Back on the bus?
Her: No back at school. He got suspended last week.
Him: For what?
Her: Fighting again. They suspended him and now they want to send him to alternative school or military school. I say whatever they need to do, then do it. I just got to take the papers up to his daddy to get signed, he's locked up.
Well... that was interesting. This little boy who is the subject of the above conversation has been a disipline problem since the beginning of school. He's been suspended off the bus twice (each time for a week) for hitting and fighting on the bus and been suspended from school several times and schooll has been in session only 6 or 7 weeks. Very sad.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Another Day, Another Supid Quiz
'Savvy?'- Maybe you have a few defiant, smart-mouth
tendencies..but what it comes down to is that
you're a sexy beast.
Which of Captain Jack Sparrow's Quotes are You?
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So, I've heard from other people from time to time that they re-take these quiz's until they get a result they like. Alright how many of you do that? (I know of at least two who do, so don't try to lie to me!) WTF? And WHY? I like my random results. Well that and I don't have the patience or attention span to retake the quiz.
'Savvy?'- Maybe you have a few defiant, smart-mouth
tendencies..but what it comes down to is that
you're a sexy beast.
Which of Captain Jack Sparrow's Quotes are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
So, I've heard from other people from time to time that they re-take these quiz's until they get a result they like. Alright how many of you do that? (I know of at least two who do, so don't try to lie to me!) WTF? And WHY? I like my random results. Well that and I don't have the patience or attention span to retake the quiz.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Something To Fill Space
I took this off A's blog because I'm not feeling very inspired or original today. Funny thing is I have much to write about - Roleplaying and Sinus Medication Should Not Be Mixed! My perception of the events that happened (I'm sure others would have much different perceptions of the events than I did), maybe tomorrow.
I took this off A's blog because I'm not feeling very inspired or original today. Funny thing is I have much to write about - Roleplaying and Sinus Medication Should Not Be Mixed! My perception of the events that happened (I'm sure others would have much different perceptions of the events than I did), maybe tomorrow.
200 Things: I DID, want to and would never do...
The things I've done are in bold. Things I want to do are bold. Italics are NO-NO not me!
01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climb a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula. (ew)
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said "I love you" and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten my own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby's diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy (*Sigh* recently even)
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Rode on a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (some of 'em anyway)
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day (*sigh* recently even)
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater
80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it.
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken *sigh*
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman/man
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight (fuck I hate to admit that!)
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn't have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office (not in my office but someone elses)
97. Gone without food for 5 days (I only fast for religious reasons.)
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Rode a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place (Don't even ask about it, I'm not telling)
107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents (well cremated, but that's gotta count)
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror (another item I hate admitting!!!)
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children (Actually in the process of that one)
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. ...more than once? - More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking (what? Your supposed to stop???)
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Pet a stingray
145. Broken someone's heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Rode on a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph (you wouldn't think a Mercury Tracer could go that fast, would you?)
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Rode a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196: Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested
Vibrator Shuts Down Airport
Just read the story. It had me giggling as I often worry about my toys when I travel.
Just read the story. It had me giggling as I often worry about my toys when I travel.
Big Ass Spider
The title on this one is in no way an exageration. This Big Nasty Spider is HUGE. It's about as big as my hand. The only reason I actually could take the photo and not run in panic screaming like a little girl while wetting my pants is because there was a rather thick panel of glass between us. This is the thing nightmares are made from. This one lives at the community center where Super Girl takes dance lessons on Saturdays. The weekend I was home with the Little People is the weekend I discovered Big Nasty living outside some of the windows. He's on the corner behind a row of tall bushes so he's well protected from having his web accidentally knocked down. K said that as of this past Saturday he was still there. He is a scary mutha-fucka. If one of my children were to wander into his territory I'm not sure I would be able to run in and rescue them. I might send a dog in... to distract the spider and yell for my offspring to RUN! Seriously. I held my car keys close by as Big Nasty was large enough to car jack me and eat my youngest for lunch. Yet I still had to take a photo, despite the fact that I was having that disturbing skin-crawling feeling just standing near the window. I stood there staring at the spider, I could NOT look away (I was afraid he'd leave the web if I did, then I wouldn't know where it was!!!), so I took a photo, I didn't think anyone would believe this spider was enormous without a picture. I sort of wish the photo would have come out better so you could see in great detail just how disturbing this guy is, but considering I had my camera right up against the glass, I'm actually surprised it came out at all. Now let's hope he's not pissy about having his picture on the internet, I'd hate to have THAT knocking at my door!
The title on this one is in no way an exageration. This Big Nasty Spider is HUGE. It's about as big as my hand. The only reason I actually could take the photo and not run in panic screaming like a little girl while wetting my pants is because there was a rather thick panel of glass between us. This is the thing nightmares are made from. This one lives at the community center where Super Girl takes dance lessons on Saturdays. The weekend I was home with the Little People is the weekend I discovered Big Nasty living outside some of the windows. He's on the corner behind a row of tall bushes so he's well protected from having his web accidentally knocked down. K said that as of this past Saturday he was still there. He is a scary mutha-fucka. If one of my children were to wander into his territory I'm not sure I would be able to run in and rescue them. I might send a dog in... to distract the spider and yell for my offspring to RUN! Seriously. I held my car keys close by as Big Nasty was large enough to car jack me and eat my youngest for lunch. Yet I still had to take a photo, despite the fact that I was having that disturbing skin-crawling feeling just standing near the window. I stood there staring at the spider, I could NOT look away (I was afraid he'd leave the web if I did, then I wouldn't know where it was!!!), so I took a photo, I didn't think anyone would believe this spider was enormous without a picture. I sort of wish the photo would have come out better so you could see in great detail just how disturbing this guy is, but considering I had my camera right up against the glass, I'm actually surprised it came out at all. Now let's hope he's not pissy about having his picture on the internet, I'd hate to have THAT knocking at my door!
Creepy Spider
Since it's a dreary wet day I thought I'd post nasty spider photos. I have an agreement with the Evil Spiders that I won't kill them if they live outside of my domicile. I sometimes even take photos.
This nasty bugger was very ambitious and strung it's web between two trees about 10 feet apart. I had to take a photo of it crossing from one tree to the other. I thought the photo where it looks like it's glowing was fabulous. The little people were fascinated with the spider crossing between the trees. I was curious to see how long the web would stay up since it wasn't right across the side walk, I suppose the down pour going on right now has destroyed this spider's grand plans to catch something huge for dinner. I'm almost sad about it.
Since it's a dreary wet day I thought I'd post nasty spider photos. I have an agreement with the Evil Spiders that I won't kill them if they live outside of my domicile. I sometimes even take photos.
This nasty bugger was very ambitious and strung it's web between two trees about 10 feet apart. I had to take a photo of it crossing from one tree to the other. I thought the photo where it looks like it's glowing was fabulous. The little people were fascinated with the spider crossing between the trees. I was curious to see how long the web would stay up since it wasn't right across the side walk, I suppose the down pour going on right now has destroyed this spider's grand plans to catch something huge for dinner. I'm almost sad about it.
Project Complete
I've finished the Project and I am quite pleased with the end result. I'll post pictures soon, after XXX recieves it. I don't want him to see it on here before he gets it. I had intended to take it to the post office today for shipping but it's raining outside... No, no... It's pouring. Ugh.
I've finished the Project and I am quite pleased with the end result. I'll post pictures soon, after XXX recieves it. I don't want him to see it on here before he gets it. I had intended to take it to the post office today for shipping but it's raining outside... No, no... It's pouring. Ugh.
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