SATURDAY!!
WOW what a great day so far. I went a different way to work today and that was really great because that particular route takes me right by a drive through Starbucks and since I have a new Starbucks card that I got for my birthday (thanks Mike!) I just HAD to get the 'Mucho-Grande'-Latte'-Cum-Laude-With-Virgin-Milk'*! Woohoo! I'm totally caffinated! That's a lot of coffee. Damn I gotta get that more often!
Okay, back to work now.
*Venti Carmel Frappichino!
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
Cutest Dog In The World
If you don't think Coco is the cutest dog in the world, then you are just evil and I hope your testes/ovaries spontaneously erupt in a into a white hot blaze leaving you scared and emotionally destitute for the rest of your natural born life. heh... Not really. She is terribly cute though, and I generally don't like dogs all that much. Yesterday D brought her over to entertain the Tiny Terrorists for a few moments while she delivered my birthday present. The Tiny Terrorists were indeed entertained when they saw Coco. They even stopped dictating their manifesto and put down their homemade explosive devices (I think it's important that a child do arts and crafts regularly), to squeal with delight and paw at Coco's thick soft coat.
Well I'm back to my sewing.
If you don't think Coco is the cutest dog in the world, then you are just evil and I hope your testes/ovaries spontaneously erupt in a into a white hot blaze leaving you scared and emotionally destitute for the rest of your natural born life. heh... Not really. She is terribly cute though, and I generally don't like dogs all that much. Yesterday D brought her over to entertain the Tiny Terrorists for a few moments while she delivered my birthday present. The Tiny Terrorists were indeed entertained when they saw Coco. They even stopped dictating their manifesto and put down their homemade explosive devices (I think it's important that a child do arts and crafts regularly), to squeal with delight and paw at Coco's thick soft coat.
Well I'm back to my sewing.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
I Had My Cake... And I Ate It Too!
Nummy cake. So far the Birthday is going well. Lovely day. Thanks for the pressies.
Thanks to:
Bethany, Deb, Heidi, Tony, Crystal, Dixie, Dora, Drew, Shanna, Laurie, Wynde, Cindi, Tony, Shannon, Amy, Tom, John, Heather, Paul, Teana, Justin, Cynthia, AJ, Mike
For the kind birthday wishes. I think I like that most, just to be remembered - don't get me wrong, the pressies rock too! ;o)
Nummy cake. So far the Birthday is going well. Lovely day. Thanks for the pressies.
Thanks to:
Bethany, Deb, Heidi, Tony, Crystal, Dixie, Dora, Drew, Shanna, Laurie, Wynde, Cindi, Tony, Shannon, Amy, Tom, John, Heather, Paul, Teana, Justin, Cynthia, AJ, Mike
For the kind birthday wishes. I think I like that most, just to be remembered - don't get me wrong, the pressies rock too! ;o)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE!!!
It's my birthday. I decided to sleep in today, reasoning "It's my freaking birthday!" Super Girl came into my room a little before 8am and wished me a Happy Birthday and insisted on making me breakfast. 5 minutes later she returned with a tray with two pieces of toast (only one buttered), half of a glass of milk, a birthday card from K and the Birthday Girl button on it. So far, it's a good day, I've had breakfast and I'm wearing the BUTTON.
I'm thinking lunch will be a box of Ho Ho's and a bottle of Boone's Farm and dinner will probably just be a couple of bottles of Boone's. Woohoo! It's my BIRTHDAY!
I need this shirt and this.
It's my birthday. I decided to sleep in today, reasoning "It's my freaking birthday!" Super Girl came into my room a little before 8am and wished me a Happy Birthday and insisted on making me breakfast. 5 minutes later she returned with a tray with two pieces of toast (only one buttered), half of a glass of milk, a birthday card from K and the Birthday Girl button on it. So far, it's a good day, I've had breakfast and I'm wearing the BUTTON.
I'm thinking lunch will be a box of Ho Ho's and a bottle of Boone's Farm and dinner will probably just be a couple of bottles of Boone's. Woohoo! It's my BIRTHDAY!
I need this shirt and this.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
A Little Something Extra With My Coffee
So my kid says to me 'What's tomorrow?', I say Thursday, she says 'Wow, thats your birthday!' I say 'Yes." She says 'How old will you be?', I say '34' she says 'Wow! That's a lot! You're going to be OLD!' Yes, thank you very much child I bore.
Somehow I get the feeling my mother is laughing. Happy Birthday to me.
So my kid says to me 'What's tomorrow?', I say Thursday, she says 'Wow, thats your birthday!' I say 'Yes." She says 'How old will you be?', I say '34' she says 'Wow! That's a lot! You're going to be OLD!' Yes, thank you very much child I bore.
Somehow I get the feeling my mother is laughing. Happy Birthday to me.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Because It Makes Me Laugh
(stolen from FatChickie's blog)
My goodness.
Sweeeeeet.
(stolen from FatChickie's blog)
| HELL LEVEL 3 Raw score: 95% |
| There's a special place in Hell for you: the basement penthouse. You scored the nastiest possible on the Sexual Hell Test. You have no sexual restraint whatsoever. You'll take pleasure however you can get it, and my guess is you get it a lot. If for some reason you don't right now, you will soon, as people in your category only tend to spiral down ever deeper into the abyss of carnality and delicious sin. Congratulations. I, personally, think that this category is the best. Paradoxically enough, sexual liberation and indulgence can only bring you closer to purity and honesty. AVOID: all but level 3 hellions like yourself. You wouldn't want to ruin anyone, now would you? |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Sexual HELL Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid |
My goodness.
Sweeeeeet.
Tuesday Treasures
Shit, I need Valium for today. It's been a day of extremes. My ticket is PAID for! Woohoo! I have tried to get ahold of my mechanic to discuss an issue with my car 5 times and now I believe it's to late to call the garage. Booooooo. I got to see D today. Woohoo! This morning I got a call from my brother that his wife tried to commit suicide this morning. Boooooo. I have the most amazing BOB in the whole world!! Woohooo!! Chaos of Chaos and Destruction tore a hole in my leather cow and emptied it's contents on the floor. Grrrrr... School stars in just under a week!! Woohoo! My toilet overflowed TWICE today. FUCK! I may already be a winner! YEAH! I've still got a lot to finish for Friday and there never seems to be any helpful Disney animals in my neighborhood. Awww... I've go tthe most AMAZING BOB in the whole world! YEAH!!!
See? It's not all bad, it's not all good, it's just my life. Off to look for the prize in the cereal! I wonder if it could be antidepressants?
Shit, I need Valium for today. It's been a day of extremes. My ticket is PAID for! Woohoo! I have tried to get ahold of my mechanic to discuss an issue with my car 5 times and now I believe it's to late to call the garage. Booooooo. I got to see D today. Woohoo! This morning I got a call from my brother that his wife tried to commit suicide this morning. Boooooo. I have the most amazing BOB in the whole world!! Woohooo!! Chaos of Chaos and Destruction tore a hole in my leather cow and emptied it's contents on the floor. Grrrrr... School stars in just under a week!! Woohoo! My toilet overflowed TWICE today. FUCK! I may already be a winner! YEAH! I've still got a lot to finish for Friday and there never seems to be any helpful Disney animals in my neighborhood. Awww... I've go tthe most AMAZING BOB in the whole world! YEAH!!!
See? It's not all bad, it's not all good, it's just my life. Off to look for the prize in the cereal! I wonder if it could be antidepressants?
Nothing To See Here
I just thought I should make a public apology to all of you (3) who read this gawd-forsaken site on a regular basis (fuck, you have a boring and desperate life don't you?). Today will be yet another boring day to not read about. I'll be busy, busy, busy buried in fabric and sewing supplies. My deadline looms like a hungry vulture and I'm that road kill baking in the sun. Heh.. That was pure poetry.
Anyway, nothing has been happening here, as I've mesmerized my offspring with DVD's and high sugar snacks. They sit unmoving on the sofa softly murmuring along to the Disney songs spewing forth from the beloved television as I sew contentedly. Okay, that's utter bullshit, anyone who knows my progeny knows that they can't possibly sit still for more than 15 minutes at a time (can be say ADD?) and the addition of SUGAR only makes their gnat like attention span that much smaller. ANYWAY, I digress (as usual), nothing has happened here worth writing about... Okay, that's a lie... This was particularly funny...
ART WORK
Yesterday in my unsuccessful attempt to occupy my progeny's time so that I could sew uninterrupted, I pulled out the $.49 water colors and paper. About the time they wanted to paint, I realized what a BAD idea this was as far as giving myself time to sew as there's no way in hell I could leave them unattended for more than 30 seconds with cups of water and PAINT. What was I thinking? So I sat and watched as they both churned out many splotchy pieces of paper. Super Girl got up at one point with three pictures and announced "I have finished my masterpiece." in a very dramatic tone and quite fake accent. I smirked and asked how she did the picture (meaning - what the hell is it). She launched in to this explanation of how she worked with this color first and then went to the next color and how it worked together and yadda, yadda, yadda. I half way expected her to launch into some esoteric explanation of how the colors moved her and how the painting represented mans eternal struggle to be perfect or some other bullshit like that. And to top it off she did this all in her FAKE accent. I covered my mouth to hide my smirk and make myself appear interested. Man I wish I'd had that on video!
Okay, that's all... Move along now, nothing to see here.
I just thought I should make a public apology to all of you (3) who read this gawd-forsaken site on a regular basis (fuck, you have a boring and desperate life don't you?). Today will be yet another boring day to not read about. I'll be busy, busy, busy buried in fabric and sewing supplies. My deadline looms like a hungry vulture and I'm that road kill baking in the sun. Heh.. That was pure poetry.
Anyway, nothing has been happening here, as I've mesmerized my offspring with DVD's and high sugar snacks. They sit unmoving on the sofa softly murmuring along to the Disney songs spewing forth from the beloved television as I sew contentedly. Okay, that's utter bullshit, anyone who knows my progeny knows that they can't possibly sit still for more than 15 minutes at a time (can be say ADD?) and the addition of SUGAR only makes their gnat like attention span that much smaller. ANYWAY, I digress (as usual), nothing has happened here worth writing about... Okay, that's a lie... This was particularly funny...
ART WORK
Yesterday in my unsuccessful attempt to occupy my progeny's time so that I could sew uninterrupted, I pulled out the $.49 water colors and paper. About the time they wanted to paint, I realized what a BAD idea this was as far as giving myself time to sew as there's no way in hell I could leave them unattended for more than 30 seconds with cups of water and PAINT. What was I thinking? So I sat and watched as they both churned out many splotchy pieces of paper. Super Girl got up at one point with three pictures and announced "I have finished my masterpiece." in a very dramatic tone and quite fake accent. I smirked and asked how she did the picture (meaning - what the hell is it). She launched in to this explanation of how she worked with this color first and then went to the next color and how it worked together and yadda, yadda, yadda. I half way expected her to launch into some esoteric explanation of how the colors moved her and how the painting represented mans eternal struggle to be perfect or some other bullshit like that. And to top it off she did this all in her FAKE accent. I covered my mouth to hide my smirk and make myself appear interested. Man I wish I'd had that on video!
Okay, that's all... Move along now, nothing to see here.
Monday, August 08, 2005
My Age
Just because I'm turning 34 on THURSDAY, I took this test:
hehehe... I guess this means I act immature! Sweeeeet.
Just because I'm turning 34 on THURSDAY, I took this test:
You Are 25 Years Old |
25 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
hehehe... I guess this means I act immature! Sweeeeet.
Selective Hearing
According to THIS article men aren't just ignoring us, they actually have trouble hearing us. Okay I supose that gives them a bit of a break, but it really doesn't explain why we have to ask them 10 times to take out the trash but we only have to say "You want a beer?" once. Men.
According to THIS article men aren't just ignoring us, they actually have trouble hearing us. Okay I supose that gives them a bit of a break, but it really doesn't explain why we have to ask them 10 times to take out the trash but we only have to say "You want a beer?" once. Men.
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