To Dixie:
HaPpY BiRtHdAy To you!
HaPpY BiRtHdAy TO You!!
HaPpY BiRtHdAy Dear Dixie!!!
HaPpY BiRtHdAy TO YOU!!!!
Love
Judy
HaPpY BiRtHdAy To you!
HaPpY BiRtHdAy TO You!!
HaPpY BiRtHdAy Dear Dixie!!!
HaPpY BiRtHdAy TO YOU!!!!
Love
Judy
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
High School Education
I can not believe I almost went to bed without writing about this. Today as I walked to the bus stop to retrieve Super Girl, i saw something on the ground that looked like a doll pillow, as i got closer I realized it was a small makeup bag that was really full. I picked it up the little pouch and upzipped it. I saw something made out of colorful glass but couldn't make it out so I started to pull it out and before I got it out even halfway I recognized what it was. A really pretty pot pipe. I got a chuckle out of it as i realized that some high school kid had lost their stash bag (yes there was pot in the bag as well as another small pipe) - I'm fairly certain it's a high schooler as it was right next to a car that I know is driven by a certain punk in the complex. Anyway, it gave me quite a giggle.
Oh, I'm sure you want to know what I did with the two pipes and little baggie of pot? What do you think I did? Went home and taught my kids how to toke, toke, give? Yeah right, give me a little more credit than that. My kids might learn to swear like a sailor from riding in the car with me, but I'm not about to teach them about smoking weed until they can by their own - kidding, kidding. I threw it away. Why? Well I haven't smoked pot in about 14 or so years and have no interst in doing so again. I would have dropped the pouch next to the car if the kid who drove it wasn't such a punk ass. So instead her weed is in a nice wooded (and poison ivy covered) area next to the creek. Sucks to be her.
I can not believe I almost went to bed without writing about this. Today as I walked to the bus stop to retrieve Super Girl, i saw something on the ground that looked like a doll pillow, as i got closer I realized it was a small makeup bag that was really full. I picked it up the little pouch and upzipped it. I saw something made out of colorful glass but couldn't make it out so I started to pull it out and before I got it out even halfway I recognized what it was. A really pretty pot pipe. I got a chuckle out of it as i realized that some high school kid had lost their stash bag (yes there was pot in the bag as well as another small pipe) - I'm fairly certain it's a high schooler as it was right next to a car that I know is driven by a certain punk in the complex. Anyway, it gave me quite a giggle.
Oh, I'm sure you want to know what I did with the two pipes and little baggie of pot? What do you think I did? Went home and taught my kids how to toke, toke, give? Yeah right, give me a little more credit than that. My kids might learn to swear like a sailor from riding in the car with me, but I'm not about to teach them about smoking weed until they can by their own - kidding, kidding. I threw it away. Why? Well I haven't smoked pot in about 14 or so years and have no interst in doing so again. I would have dropped the pouch next to the car if the kid who drove it wasn't such a punk ass. So instead her weed is in a nice wooded (and poison ivy covered) area next to the creek. Sucks to be her.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Echos Through My Head
I'm not sure why the conversations are so intersting today. Maybe there's something in the cream in my coffee...
ME: I think my kid is proud of being smelly today after recess... she just said "I was sooooo smelly!"
ME: weird
HER : that is really funny
ME: I SWEAR I didn't drink or do drugs while pregnant
HER : hahahaha
HER : suuure
ME: oh but NEXT time, you can BET I will!
HER : hahahahaha
HER : like there will be a next time
ME: Then when they act all messed up, I can be all "well it's not my fault, I was on crack/drinking 3 bottles of Jack a day!"
ME: yeah... never more... that's what I say about pregnancy.
HER : hahahaha
ME: Next time I feel that maternal urge, after i beat my head on a brick wall - if it's still there, I'm just buying a kitten.
That's just part of the conversation.
I'm not sure why the conversations are so intersting today. Maybe there's something in the cream in my coffee...
ME: I think my kid is proud of being smelly today after recess... she just said "I was sooooo smelly!"
ME: weird
HER : that is really funny
ME: I SWEAR I didn't drink or do drugs while pregnant
HER : hahahaha
HER : suuure
ME: oh but NEXT time, you can BET I will!
HER : hahahahaha
HER : like there will be a next time
ME: Then when they act all messed up, I can be all "well it's not my fault, I was on crack/drinking 3 bottles of Jack a day!"
ME: yeah... never more... that's what I say about pregnancy.
HER : hahahaha
ME: Next time I feel that maternal urge, after i beat my head on a brick wall - if it's still there, I'm just buying a kitten.
That's just part of the conversation.
Maybe I Have A Concusion
As many of you do, I often wonder where the crap I write/say comes from. Like what the hell is up with me that I would write/say that...
Just had this conversation
Me: So I was wearing my DORK shirt yesterday
Me: and someone came up to me yesterday and said
Me: "You're not a DORK."
Me: I'm all like 'Well maybe I am." And I'm thinking 'how do you know? I might be THE QUEEN DORK of this city, hell this STATE even. You don't know me.'
Her: hahahha
Her: that is funny
Me: I might have been arested and wearing this shirt might be part of my probation
Me: some people
Maybe my mother drank a lot while pregnant with me.
As many of you do, I often wonder where the crap I write/say comes from. Like what the hell is up with me that I would write/say that...
Just had this conversation
Me: So I was wearing my DORK shirt yesterday
Me: and someone came up to me yesterday and said
Me: "You're not a DORK."
Me: I'm all like 'Well maybe I am." And I'm thinking 'how do you know? I might be THE QUEEN DORK of this city, hell this STATE even. You don't know me.'
Her: hahahha
Her: that is funny
Me: I might have been arested and wearing this shirt might be part of my probation
Me: some people
Maybe my mother drank a lot while pregnant with me.
Fruedian Slip?
Her: I need a good 8-ball.
Me: hmmm?
Her: MAGIC 8-ball that is.
Me: 'Cuz you know, I could hook you up. (I live in the 'hood after all)
Her: I need a good 8-ball.
Me: hmmm?
Her: MAGIC 8-ball that is.
Me: 'Cuz you know, I could hook you up. (I live in the 'hood after all)
What A Dork I Am
Yesterday I BROKE my memory card for my camera. Damnit.
Today I messed up Winamp when I downloaded the newest version. Fuck... none of my music for me.
What A Dork I Am Not
I fixed the light in the celing fan when I replaced the burnt out bulb as it was driving me batty with it's constant wiggle. Electrical tape is the bomb... not as much as duct tape, but it's still up there.
I fixed my memory card some what - thanks to electrical tape (I don't have scotch tape otherwise I would have used that). It will hold for now - though it's a tight fit in my camera and card reader. It's going to have to do until I can get a new one off E-bay. *sigh* Someone had an extra they were going to give me at one time... can't remember who that was... Oh well, I'll just have to shop now.
Yesterday I BROKE my memory card for my camera. Damnit.
Today I messed up Winamp when I downloaded the newest version. Fuck... none of my music for me.
What A Dork I Am Not
I fixed the light in the celing fan when I replaced the burnt out bulb as it was driving me batty with it's constant wiggle. Electrical tape is the bomb... not as much as duct tape, but it's still up there.
I fixed my memory card some what - thanks to electrical tape (I don't have scotch tape otherwise I would have used that). It will hold for now - though it's a tight fit in my camera and card reader. It's going to have to do until I can get a new one off E-bay. *sigh* Someone had an extra they were going to give me at one time... can't remember who that was... Oh well, I'll just have to shop now.
American Abomination
Last night I saw American Idol for the first time ever. Yeah, I know, it's hard to envision someone who hasn't seen ANY of the reality television shows which dominate the airwaves. I'm not sure if Queer Eye For The Straight Guy counts as a reality show as it doesn't really seem all that real, but if it does, then that is the only one I had watch prior to seeing American Idol last night. And here's what I though... If I never see another episode of AI before I die, that's quite alright with me. I can NOT believe people get HOOKED on this shit. Honestly, I felt the intelegents being SUCKED from my brain. What a fucking stupid show!!!
But hey, if you like it, that's fine with me.
Last night I saw American Idol for the first time ever. Yeah, I know, it's hard to envision someone who hasn't seen ANY of the reality television shows which dominate the airwaves. I'm not sure if Queer Eye For The Straight Guy counts as a reality show as it doesn't really seem all that real, but if it does, then that is the only one I had watch prior to seeing American Idol last night. And here's what I though... If I never see another episode of AI before I die, that's quite alright with me. I can NOT believe people get HOOKED on this shit. Honestly, I felt the intelegents being SUCKED from my brain. What a fucking stupid show!!!
But hey, if you like it, that's fine with me.
How To Charm Me
As we chat at 11:30 pm last night and I lament my lack of creamer, offer to stop by Starbucks in the morning and bring me some, THEN remember that I don't actually LIKE Starbucks coffee (just the frappichino) and offer to bring me cream for my coffee and ACTUALLY do it! You rock... and so does this coffee. mmmmm...
As we chat at 11:30 pm last night and I lament my lack of creamer, offer to stop by Starbucks in the morning and bring me some, THEN remember that I don't actually LIKE Starbucks coffee (just the frappichino) and offer to bring me cream for my coffee and ACTUALLY do it! You rock... and so does this coffee. mmmmm...
Garden Blooms
First Bloom
My first bloom! More than likely the ONLY one I will have also. I so suck at this gardening stuff.
Side View
More of the SAME bloom. Gotta get it's 15 of fame ya know.
Now if only I were a poison ivy farmer...
Prolific Thing
I walked along the creek this morning after Super Girl got on the bus, I wanted to see just how much poison ivy was out there.
And this is...
Even MORE! Much to my dismay, there is a HUGE amount of poison ivy in the bushes. Damn. But now I know what it looks like... and as G.I. Joe always says, "Knowing is half the battle!"
First Bloom
My first bloom! More than likely the ONLY one I will have also. I so suck at this gardening stuff.
Side View
More of the SAME bloom. Gotta get it's 15 of fame ya know.
Now if only I were a poison ivy farmer...
Prolific Thing
I walked along the creek this morning after Super Girl got on the bus, I wanted to see just how much poison ivy was out there.
And this is...
Even MORE! Much to my dismay, there is a HUGE amount of poison ivy in the bushes. Damn. But now I know what it looks like... and as G.I. Joe always says, "Knowing is half the battle!"
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Agressive Flower Picking
This morning Cabbage Patch was in a bad mood because me being the Ogre of a Mom that I am, would not allow her to wear missmatched socks with her pink sandals. When we got to the bus stop, she stood around whineing about her socks and my brutal treatment of her (I took off the socks and put her shoes back on her sans red and tan socks), as soon as she saw her sister about to pick some pretty yellow flowers her crying stopped and she bolted ahead of her to snatch them up before Super Girl did. Super Girl was PISSED now. It was ON. She ran off to grab as many as she could before Cabbage Patch did. Nothing is more amuseing than two little girls angrily picking flowers out of spite for one another.
This morning Cabbage Patch was in a bad mood because me being the Ogre of a Mom that I am, would not allow her to wear missmatched socks with her pink sandals. When we got to the bus stop, she stood around whineing about her socks and my brutal treatment of her (I took off the socks and put her shoes back on her sans red and tan socks), as soon as she saw her sister about to pick some pretty yellow flowers her crying stopped and she bolted ahead of her to snatch them up before Super Girl did. Super Girl was PISSED now. It was ON. She ran off to grab as many as she could before Cabbage Patch did. Nothing is more amuseing than two little girls angrily picking flowers out of spite for one another.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Phone Call From The Past
*cue Twilight Zone music*
Today just before K got home from work, I recieved a phone call from the past. No not from 'beyond' or from the grave or anything like that, just someone I hadn't talked to in a LONG freaking time. One of my oldest and dearest friends actually - MJ.
We talked for just over half an hour, until his cell phone battery was about to die and as I chatted, K arrived home with bags of groceries for me to make dinner from.
MJ and I share a common bond - not just our gaming geekiness, but we are both from Louisana. The minute he starts talking about his family (Louisana family that is) it's hard not to think of tasty cajun food (because usually when I see his mother it's at a gathering at his house that happens around a meal). After I got off the phone with MJ I checked the bags to see what was for dinner and discovered the exact ingredients to make my chicken and sausage gumbo. hmmm... Strange coincidence or were strange forces at work here?
Okay, it was just a coincidence. K adores my gumbo and BEGs for it. I like my gumbo but after doing all that work to make it, I rarely ever really want it, so I just don't make it except around his birthday - or when I need to bribe his brother for something (he's also powerless to resist the GUMBO). I prefer seafood gumbo or jambalya. I make it for him if he brings the ingredients, it's easy - because I'm just that nice to him. Gawd I really am a Patron Saint among the gay community. ;o)
*cue Twilight Zone music*
Today just before K got home from work, I recieved a phone call from the past. No not from 'beyond' or from the grave or anything like that, just someone I hadn't talked to in a LONG freaking time. One of my oldest and dearest friends actually - MJ.
We talked for just over half an hour, until his cell phone battery was about to die and as I chatted, K arrived home with bags of groceries for me to make dinner from.
MJ and I share a common bond - not just our gaming geekiness, but we are both from Louisana. The minute he starts talking about his family (Louisana family that is) it's hard not to think of tasty cajun food (because usually when I see his mother it's at a gathering at his house that happens around a meal). After I got off the phone with MJ I checked the bags to see what was for dinner and discovered the exact ingredients to make my chicken and sausage gumbo. hmmm... Strange coincidence or were strange forces at work here?
Okay, it was just a coincidence. K adores my gumbo and BEGs for it. I like my gumbo but after doing all that work to make it, I rarely ever really want it, so I just don't make it except around his birthday - or when I need to bribe his brother for something (he's also powerless to resist the GUMBO). I prefer seafood gumbo or jambalya. I make it for him if he brings the ingredients, it's easy - because I'm just that nice to him. Gawd I really am a Patron Saint among the gay community. ;o)
Kickin' It Into High Gear!
I have just 2 weeks to finish about 7 projects... A couple BIG. But I can do it. (Just ask D about the 3 hour court dress) I'm feeling so much better and I'm excited about getting everything done. I just wish I had figured out the anemic thing a few weeks ago! Expect photos. ;o)
Oh yeah, and a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all my friends who have MAY birthdays - and there are a LOT of you fuckers out there! I love you all!
I have just 2 weeks to finish about 7 projects... A couple BIG. But I can do it. (Just ask D about the 3 hour court dress) I'm feeling so much better and I'm excited about getting everything done. I just wish I had figured out the anemic thing a few weeks ago! Expect photos. ;o)
Oh yeah, and a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all my friends who have MAY birthdays - and there are a LOT of you fuckers out there! I love you all!
How To Know When Something Is No Longer Cool
When my Aunt and grandmother came to Scarby Mother's day weekend, my aunt showed me something interesting. She and my other aunt had gotten their navel's pierced along with my 13 year old cousin. My aunt who is 50 something and her 44 year old sister got their navel's peirced with my 13 year old cousin. Here is a great big neon sign that it's no longer 'COOL' to have one's navel pierced - my middle age aunts got it done. If I HAD a navel piercing I would have taken it out right then and there when she showed me her freshly pierced middle age woman paunch. I'm just thankful my 70+ year old grandmother had not decided to one-up them and get her nipples pierced, I may have run from faire screaming if she had.
When my Aunt and grandmother came to Scarby Mother's day weekend, my aunt showed me something interesting. She and my other aunt had gotten their navel's pierced along with my 13 year old cousin. My aunt who is 50 something and her 44 year old sister got their navel's peirced with my 13 year old cousin. Here is a great big neon sign that it's no longer 'COOL' to have one's navel pierced - my middle age aunts got it done. If I HAD a navel piercing I would have taken it out right then and there when she showed me her freshly pierced middle age woman paunch. I'm just thankful my 70+ year old grandmother had not decided to one-up them and get her nipples pierced, I may have run from faire screaming if she had.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
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