Damn Blogger!

I've been trying to post all freaking day!

So here's a big ass post all squished together.

Something to ponder...

In a conversation with a friend about an interview this statement was made "I was getting good vibes about the interview then I realized that I was sitting on my vibrator..."

Cats Are EVIL!

I read this article about a cat shooting it's owner and was glad that I don't own a gun... looking up at my cat who was standing on the counter peering into the gerbil cage contemplating how to get the tasty morsels out. Bad kitty! Bad kitty!

No One Noticed???

I read this article about a man in Japan who's been dead for possibly as long as 10 years and his relatives JUST NOW noticed. One would think that after a few weeks, a month - a YEAR at the longest that someone would say "hmmm... haven't heard from grandpa in a while, maybe he's dead." Somebody's got some 'splaining to do.

EXCAL!!!!

Just under three hours until my adventure begins! Woohoo! Tonight I spend the night at John & Heidi's so we can set out tomorrow morning bright and early for EXCAL! I still need to do my laundry, mail some packages, do some shopping, buy some shoes and pack my shit. Yes, yes, I am panicking, but I'm excited! This will be more than just a new ren faire with my new friends, it will be my first CAMPING adventure. I'm nervous and looking forward to it. I've always WANTED to camp (with people who KNEW how to camp that is, didn't want to go out with out someone experienced). And there will be partying. Yes much partying. I'm so ready for that.

And now, unless I get a few moments before I leave tonight, this will be the last post until MONDAY. (I'll have pictures also!)

Bouncing Off The Walls

I'm so excited about Excal I swear I'm literally bouncing off the freaking walls! I think I may not have any more coffee today... might not be safe. I'm also nervous about camping - I'm wondering if I need to purchase a jumbo can of OFF to keep the buggies away from me (remember my bug phobia). I've taken action to make it possible for me to use the public toilets (ie porta potties) at faire - yesterday at the clinic I grabbed a handful of the antibacterial wipes to take with me (hey they are free right?) and I know I have some small bottles of antibacterial hand wash that will go with me. Heidi was kind enough to RSVP for me for the weenie roast that I'm a non-pig eater so I believe there will be some Kosher alternative, Heidi has also assured me that all my camping gear will be taken care - these people are great, this is only going to suck if I actually try hard to make it suck... or if there is a gargantuan spider hanging out in the tent... then it will suck as I'll be to paranoid to go in the tent after that... yes, yes, it's true, sad but true (ask me about my trip to FL some time).

I'm so EXCITED!!! Well I better get back to sewing, nothing like waiting until the absolute LAST minute to do things! Woohoo!

I Am A

What a great day this has been and I'm a little surprised by that, let me tell you. First thing this morning I call the clinic to make an appointment to pick up my new birth control and get some static from the ho on the other end about there not being any more appointments. I'm like WHAT???? And she's giving me the same shit about me having just walk in between 9 am and 5:30 pm because they don't take walk ins after that, yadda, yadda, yadda. I finish my delightful conversation with her (puncuated with choice swear words because I'm such an ignorant ass when I'm pissed). I call K and proceed to TELL him that he HAS to come home early so I can go to the clinic, yadda, yadda, yadda, more swearing, yadda, yadda. And he says yes (because, honestly what the fuck else is he going to say? Really, what? I am the woman who hung the first ANGRY ALBINO SOCK MONKEY in his room and creeped him out for days, and I did make a voodoo doll that our youngest currently sleeps with. I mean it's not like I would do anything to physically HARM him but mental anguish can be even more disturbing).

After that, my day improved throughout. I finished 3 out of the 4 projects I HAVE to have done by tomorrow (Yeah I left the BIGGEST one for last, I think I like that whole working under pressure thing) and I'm QUITE pleased with my work. I called my grandmother of all people and had a delightful conversation with her (please note she and I have a long history of not getting along) and am now contemplating shipping the offspring to her for Spring Break (Mar 21-28). Ahhh... a week to myself... the things I could do... I had a really nice conversation with XXX. A dear friend Skip called on his vacation trip with his nephew - good to hear from him and a pleasant surprise. Cabbage Patch didn't become The Badger today when I woke her, she and her sister were GOOD and didn't trash the living room too much. K did make it home in time for me to get to the clinic on time - hell even with 5 minutes to spare! At weigh in I discovered I'm 3 lbs lighter than I was this past weekend. Woohoo! I got my pills so I can do my part to control the pet population. When I checked out I didn't get charged the $15 I was supposed to get charged for changing BC methods and the cashier let me have one of the flavored lube's as well. I got some new clothes (new shirt above)and I bought them in a smaller size and they FIT! I got home and dinner was made, kids went off to bed soon and now here I am, still in a good mood. *sigh* Excal is this weekend and I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited!!! It's a good day.

Funny Kid

I just woke Cabbage Patch who has been taking her nap on the sofa. The first thing she did as she was waking was reach for the DVD remote and turn the movie back one. heh. Reminds me of someone.

What's In My Coffee???
or
I've Been Having Some Fucked Up Dreams

I've been dreaming some whacked out stuff lately. I've read in different psychological books way back in college about how dreams are just a manifestation of your thoughts or that they are a way of working through your daily stresses and close examination of them will lead to self discovery. Metaphysical type people believe they can fortell the future, etc. Some believe they are just short movies made by aliens played for us while the aliens do their probing on us... okay, maybe I'm the only one who thinks that... Anyway, I've been having some whacked out ones... If I'm to go by the 'self discovery' theory - this is what I've learned:

Even if have a snooty neighbor who is the mom of one of Super Girl's school mates, and she invites me over, I'll be all shocked when my cats show up, then I'll be slightly offended when she is irritated about the cats in her house, at which point I'll discover that I also have a dog, a little terrier who is the exact match for snooty neighbors dog, but instead of impressing her that we have matching dogs, she's still pissy. At the point that she leaves the room I'll wander off to gather my pets and my kid to get out of there and then it's my turn to be pissy as I discover that this SNOOTY neighbor has been stealing my kids socks!!! How dare her?? (This is a fact I would not know unless I go wandering through her house opening drawers.) The discovery of the sock theft will be too much for me, I'll gather my socks, cats, kid and pick up my idiot dog and leave, luckily for Snooty Neighbor, she'll be busy with a dinner party so there will be no nasty show down over stolen socks and rude invading cats or matching dogs. I won't much appreciate the dirty looks from her dinner guests (who are her inlaws) and will briefly consider giving my stupid dog to the woman holding the matching dog (because I don't like my dog) then I'll realize that is pointless to do as my dog is stupid and will come home to me.

As far as the metaphysical arena, I looked up some key items in an online dream dictonary and this is what I found:

Socks
To dream that you are only wearing socks, indicates your warmth and your flexibility of understanding. You tend to yield to other's wishes.

To see a single sock in your dream, may be a pun for hitting someone or being hit. Alternatively, you may have been hit with some surprising information or news.

(well I wasn't wearing the socks... but I found unmatched socks...)

Thief
To dream that you are a thief, suggests that you are afraid of losing what you already have. Perhaps you are feeling that you are undeserving of the things you already have. Alternatively, you may be overstepping your boundaries in some situation or relationship.

To dream that you are a witness to a theft, indicates that others are wasting and stealing your time, energy, and ideas.

Dog
To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed.
To see a happily barking dog in your dream, symbolizes pleasures and much social activity.

Cat
for the cat lover, cats signifies an independent spirit, feminine sexuality, creativity, and power.

Okay so let's put this all together, I feel my time is being wasted by others and I want to hit them. My skill is being ignored or forgotten and I need to get with it. Also something about loyalty, generosity, protection and fidelity. I've got good values and a PARTY and some independent, feminine sexualty, creativity and power.

hmmm... yeah, right.

I'm sticking with the alien theory. Man I wish they'd quit with the damn anal probes!

Proof I Need To Get Out More

I read this headline yesterday Bush nominates Bolton as U.N. ambassador and my first thought was 'Why would bush nominate Michael Bolton to anything? I didn't know he's into politics, I thought he just sang bad songs.' And then I read a little of the article about... Undersecretary of State John Bolton... not... Michael Bolton.

Blowing Off Steam

So... Today was my BIG day to renew my birth control. I wanted to get it TODAY so that I didn't get screwed up on the days since I'm switching my BC method. I get to the clinic which is open until 7 pm, just after 6 pm. About 6:15 pm I'm called back and told that they can't see me as they don't take walk-ins after 5:30 pm. Now mind you, they have signs all over the waiting room that state that walk ins are welcome and NO WHERE does it say that walk ins AREN'T welcome after 5:30 pm. I'm not happy but I control my temper. Now I have to figure WHEN I can make time to go to the damn clinic in the next couple of days to get my pills! Fuckers.

So I'm driving home, pissed. The wee one I carted along with me is being quiet after being told mommy doesn't WANT to talk and that she needs to be quiet. I put in my 'Happy Music' but the LOVELY trafic is trying hard to keep me pissy (no comments from people about me always being pissy - I was more upset and teary at this point - remember that post earlier today about me being an emotional train wreck??). When I get home I finally find something that gave me a chuckle and helped to ease that throbbing vein in my head so maybe my head won't explode just yet. What made me laugh you may be asking (or not, but I'm gonna tell you anyway)? XXX. In a vent about Flamin' Hot Cheetos looking like a blood clot. hehehe... no only is he sexy, he's a comic genius. ;o) That phrase is going to stick in my head for while now. (Hey, someone once described my hair color with that exact phrase!) Okay, back to looking for my Zen, I guess I'll just stick with my back up BC method for now, and that would be keeping a picture of Al Gore stuck to my panties - hell that even turns BOB off!

Evil Food

Today I watched (listened mostly) to Super Size Me while sewing. If you haven't watched that movie, I highly recommend that you see it. It was a real eye opener. Not that people don't know that fried, salt laden, sugar filled fast food is bad for them, I think many people don't realized just how bad it really is. After watching this documentary, I'm not going eat it anymore and I'm not going to let the Little People eat fast food at all. (I don't eat fast food very often at all, maybe once a month at that, but that's over now.)

I was shocked and appaled at what damage was done to this man's health in just 30 days. Granted I do realize that he was eating 3 meals a day at McD's, still it was shocking.

The most outragous thing in the movie was the state of nutrition in children's schools. When Super Girl started school this year I looked over the menu and was appaled at what they called a nutrious lunch (subsequently Super Girl eats at school only on very rare occasions). If my darling child were to eat lunch at school every day she would have the opportunity to have something battered and fried every day. This especially bothers me since at the begining of the school year the district made a big deal of them being commited to Healthy Nutritional standards. They sent out fliers explaining that the children in the district would not do any candy/junk food fund raisers, there would be no junk food vending machines in schools and they wouldn't allow cookies/cakes/cup cakes for parties (they caved on that one after several parents complained - I wasn't one of them) as well as fliers touting the healthful lunches. The breakfasts offered by the school is even worse than the lunches as they offer some kind of sugar laden pastery every day in addition to the healtier choice. This coupled with the fact that the children don't have PE every day (I think it's 3 days a week they get it) is just setting up the kids who eat school lunches for weight problems. But I digress.

I'm off my soap box now, got a headache. Watch the movie if you haven't.

Did I Really Say That?

"No! No! Puzzle pieces do not go in my slippers. Put them in their box."

Why Is It?

That when one is in the least convenient position to take a phone call that everyone will call?

The phone has been quiet all morning until just 10 minutes ago. I'm sitting here with color on my hair trying to talk on the phone and not get color all over the phone and myself. *sigh* Anyone else wanna call? I've got 15 minutes before I have to rinse?

How To Charm Me...

Who wouldn't adore a toddler who insists on watching LOTR instead of subjecting her dear parental unit to the mental anguish caused by having to deal with Piglet's Big Movie or worse.

It's Not You, It's Me... Really

I'm ready for a change, just not sure how to make it happen. I've been depressed lately (I'm sure many people have noticed my extreme bitchiness) and feeling quite stressed. I don't like this at all, I don't like feeling like I'm not in control of my own life. It makes me all bitchy and whiney. Paranoid, I get paranoid about losing my friends (which I do feel as though some who mean a great deal to me have been pulling away) and losing my identity (who am I really?). I need to focus on myself and figure out what changes need to be made and how to make them happen.

Change isn't easy, it's scary as hell also. Yet it's what I want because the status quo just isn't doing it for me these days.

So, dear friends, please bear with me as I stand on what seems to be a great chasm and calculate my perfect moment to make a leap, hopefully I can make it to the otherside and not do a Wiley Coyote thing of splatting to the ground leaving a me shaped imprint. But even if that happens, it will be a change so it can't all be bad. Please refrain from criticizing or telling me what I 'need to do', I can call any number of people who are more than willing to tell me I'm stupid and how to make things 'better'. Support and encouragement are what I need, it's very tempting to go back to bed and pull the covers up over my head and just pretend things are fine. I need your patience also, I may call you just to hear a friendly voice that will make me smile, I might call you a lot, or not at all. Feel free to call me, I always enjoy hearing from you. But don't worry that I'm standing in my pantry counting out pills to 'end it all', that's not the kind of change I want, besides I have two beautiful children who need me.

Anyway, I'm trying to get my shit together so to speak, thanks to all my dear friends who have been there for me already and I thank everyone in advance for their support and help.

I'm done whineing now.

SPAM

I was just cleaning out my e-mail and saw one from 'ErectMan' titled 'Tiberious Erectus' followed by one titled 'Get The LuvBack' and another 'B:etterT:hanVia:gra!'(hey isn't that ME?? Aren't I better than Viagra???). Heh, gee I wonder what these are trying to sell me????

Ahhh the junk mail folder is sometimes good for a chuckle.