Fucking Hot Day!

It's just after 9 AM here and it's 91. The forcasted high for today is a swealtering 104!!!! Shit! I had planned to take a nice long walk with the kids but fuck that, I think I'll pass on the heat stroke for today.

so last night I bit the bullet and went to the work meeting. I would have blown it off but Tami, one of my co-workers, offered to drive me there. So since I couldn't use the excuse of wasting my own gas, I relented and went. They provided dinner - Subway subs (my 2nd least favorite place to get a sandwich from), Coke and Doritos (Cool Ranch and Nacho Cheese). The only people who had work for the company for any length of time was myself and Tami at 2 years and 2 years and 3 months respectivly. I really hate meetings. I mean REALLY hate them. I see them as such a waste of time and I get bored (short attention span what can I say). So I suffered through 2 hours of meeting. I suppose it was somewhat informative - I learned that we will be implementing some new time wasting procedures. Supposedly these are procedures that will help the company track our sales, etc. better. I don't understand them at all. We currently transmit our photos and sales daily, why are they not alredy able to track our daily sales? eh... I don't really care... I don't really have a great amount of respect for my new manager. She's a bit of a flake. They are also supposedly going to be developing 'schedules' for everyone. Um.... I have no idea why this is needed, I only work weekends. Saturday and Sunday. Well I also work holidays because I need the MONEY. The meeting was presented as though they were making all these wonderful changes and it was going to make everything better and wonderful and take care of all of our problems. OK, yeah, right. It may make some things better, but the basic staffing problems will not be solved by call ins and schedules. That's a problem with people just not likeing what they are getting paid and the inability to guarantee a specific number of hours. Well if they want to believe they are solving all the problems, who am I to burst their bubble. Anyway it wasn't a total waste, I did get 2 $10 American Express Gift Cheques for all my work last week. Cool. Gas money.

Summary Of My Weekend

I stayed up to damn late Friday night - had to work and didn't get home until 10 pm after doing some grocery shopping and putting gas in my new (to me) car - that thing has the absolute BEST gas mileage!

Saturday- Up at 6 am... scratch that 6:30 am... nope... 7 am... (hey I was tired) quick shower, search for work clothes (I forgot to wash my work pants) and head out the door. At work by 8 am, worked until 5:30 PM without a break. It was BUSY BUSY BUSY. I had 2 sets of twins to do - that was very cool.

Home at 6 pm. It was game night - one of our friends was already there *sigh* I hate it when people show up really early for the game. I whined to hubby that I wanted food I was hungry, all the caffeine and sugar that had kept me moving at work had worn off. He made me my favorite - hamburger helper lasagna (Yeah I know it's some what disgusting but I like it). Hamburger Helper, help your hamburger help her… make a great meal… um… never mind… I went to my bedroom for a nap at 7 pm (Just when people were showing up) because I was TIRED! Got up at 9 PM and gamed until 1 AM (what am I? A masochist?)

SundayUp at 6:30 am, shower, dress and head off to work - want to get out early to take my kids to a b-day party. Only had 3 babies to photo yesterday - but I got 3 sales - my commission for the weekend was $152 so I'm happy. :o) Got home and dressed the girls in coordinating clothes so we could head to the party. Took an hour and a half to get everyone ready - I was getting bitchy about that - hate to be late. The party was cute, the kids were good (a miracle) and our friend sent the girls home with a helium balloon for each of them. As soon as we get home Super Girl lets go of hers on the stairs (Cabbage Patch's was secured to her jumper so this wouldn't happen - Super Girl wouldn't let it stay tied to her wrist though). The ceiling over the stairs is VERY high so Hubby had to get a broom and try to bat the balloon to a place he could reach - while he was doing that Super Girl said "Don't pop it daddy" To which Cabbage Patch started to chant "Pop it! Pop it! Pop it!" This was pissing of Super Girl something serious... little sisters...

I don't remember much else that happened - I was desperately tired by then and just ready to sleep sleep sleep. Been working evenings at the hospital since Wednesday and not getting home before 10 pm or 11 pm. I have to work tonight - I am going to love my check from this week but I will be happy when they get someone hired for the week days - these evenings are getting old.

Little Sisters...

We just got back from a friend's baby's first birthday where the little people each got a balloon. Cabbage Patch's is tired to her jumper, Super Girl would not leave hers tied to her wrist so when we got home she let go of it on the stairs where the celing is very very hight. So daddy is trying to get it down, he gets the broom and is trying to bat the balloon to where he can reach it, Super Girl says "Don't pop it daddy" as he is trying, then Cabbage Patch starts yelling "Pop it! Pop it! Pop it!" hehehehe... this really pisses off Super Girl. Little sisters....

Agenda For Today

Go to work *sigh* early. Last night when I returned to the nursery to put my cart away I noticed that the evening nurse who had informed me of 'all' of the discharges for today had missed a few. Now I have 6 discharges waiting for me this morning.

Get a nap - that will happen AFTER I get home from work...

Clean out fish tank - I was piering into the tank this morning trying to see my fish past the lovely greenish sheen of alegae on the glass thinking 'Damn! Youre swimming in your own waste! I better do something... oh wait... your fish, your always swimming in your own waste... thats the big reason I don't go in the water at the beach... fish poop... or public pools... human pee... although me having to squeeze this body into a bathing suit is also a huge deterant... um... what was I thinking about... oh yeah... hi fishies... yuck your tank is dirty..." Hey I'm tired.

Clean house... this may or may not fall to me since hubby is home with the kids today... I'm betting money I'll have to do at least some of it.


Well I better get going so I can get the 'Go To Work' part done...

Fill 'er Up Baby!

Last night after work I filled my car up for the very first time - it cost $15, and I had difficulty getting the last $.50 in the tank - I'm getting about 26.4 miles to the gallon. :o) I'm loving the car so much.

Naps Are Nice!

I managed to get a nap for a couple of hours, I also managed to get my oldest (non napper) to take a nap with me (that's the only reason I was able to get a couple hour long nap!)

I feel much better. I have a million and one things to do here at home we are having people over for a game tomorrow and one guy is bringing his room mate/girl friend so I need to make sure the house is really clean. I've been kind of slacking off the past few days - cleaning but not as well as I usually do.

I just realized I haven't posted a humiliating picture of my cats in a while... must think of something to do to them....

Must.... follow.... the... crowd... must ... do... quiz....


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What Office Space character are you?
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hmmm... I but that would be funnier if I had actually seen that movie.... I really need to get out more.

Who's That Knock-Knock-Knocking At My Door?

It was a visit from the state - probably the last one thankfully. The only inoppertune thing about it was that myself and the little people had JUST gotten out of the bath. I threw on some clothes (on everyone) and let her in. I sat there and discussed whatever with my hair in a towel - I felt so trashy. Upside to that is that when I finally did finish with her and got to dry my hair it turned out absolutly PERFECT!

Take a look

Of course it will not look like this by the time I go to work tonight. I look like a giant psychotic red poodle by then.

Yes, yes I know I look tired... I am tired. I haven't been getting into bed until after 1AM for the past couple of nights - hell I'm not getting home from work before 11 PM. I need rest... Going to put children down for naps and take one myself.

Visual Proof That Babies Don't Make Good Banks



See you can only get maybe 15 or 20 pennies in. hehehe... I know... that's sick. I did NOT shove the pennies in Chuckie's mouth - my adorable daughter did that. I had to take a picture and act like it wasn't funny while scolding her for shoving the pennies in the dolls mouth. Some days it's hard to be a parent. ;o)

Hopscotch

I'm to freaking old to be playing hopscotch, but I have little ones so I have to at least teach them now to play. Supergirl askes me to play with them. OK sure since we were outside playing with side walk chalk I figured what the hell. I grabbed a piece of chalk and started to draw blocks on the sidewalk, then it struck me - I had no idea how many blocks I was supposed to be drawing! So I draw some and count... nope, doesn't seem like enough... I add a couple to the beginning and the end then I number them... hmmm... somehow it doesn't seem right... but the little one is anxious to play so it will have to do. I send her off to find a rock, I did remember that much. Then I remember that you toss the rock in one of the squares and hop. Well I can't really remember what the hell else you do and ya know, at a certain age you just stop hopping - so now at nearly 32 I'm out with my daughter jumping around like a moron almost falling over and thinking "Damn... I don't remember hoping and having so much of me juggling.... hmmm... what was that creaking noise and what body part was that coming from? How the hell did I do this for hours on end when I was a child? My goodness what will people think when they come upon my lifeless body sprawled on a badly drawn hopscotch board?" I only hopped the board about 4 times then I just watched. Later after naps and cleaning and all, I looked up hopscotch and I found this page How to play hopscotch ... Aww great... there are several ways to play and none of which did I happen to be doing correctly. *sigh* Oh well.. now I know, and knowing is half the battle!

Will The Skanky Ho Please Leave The Pool Area! You Are Frightening The Small Children!

Damn it's hot here... 102. Aircondition is nice. Anyway, I go check the mail and notice this skanky ho at the pool. She's there every freaking day. Sitting by the pool all oiled up smoking a cig. This wouldn't be so bad except she always wears a bikini and she sooooo does NOT have a bikini friendly body. I mean really, your belly should not hang over your bikini bottom. I know I don't have a bikini friendly body (hell my bikini panties that no one but me and my sancho see sometimes complain to me that I shouldn't be wearing them) so I know it's not nice or friendly to subject people to that sight.

Living in an apartment community makes the pool an interesting gathering place for um... *interesting* people. Theres one woman who frequents the pool. She's white white white who is always in her bathing suit or shorts laying out on a chair talking on her cell phone and occasionally yelling at her kids who run around the pool like maniacs. I don't do pools. Haven't been in a pool in years and years. I don't even own a bathing suit - far to scary of a prospect. Besides I have fish-belly white skin that I prefer to keep at that lovely pale color. I do tan, quite dark really, but I have cultivated this paleness over many many years of concious avoidance of the sun. Besides skin cancer runs in my family AND my youngest aunt was a major sun worshiper in her 30's and now that she's in her 40's her skin looks bad... lizardy... ick.

Grr... I wrote a witty post about an hour and a half ago and the stupid blogger ate it. Fucker.

Procrastination - More On That Later

Yesterday afternoon the little people were demon possessed. I suppose I some how inadvertently summoned demons to posses my otherwise angelic children (scarcasm) - probably while I was repeatedly vacuuming the carpet. I had to completly clean the livingroom twice yesterday right down to vacuuming the carpet - not just vacuuming up a spill but the whole damn carpet - then I spent the rest of the time chasing them around trying to contain any mess so as to not have to vacuum a third time in an 8 hour period.

Hubby decided to work late yesterday despite the fact that I had informed him earlier that I needed to go to work. *sigh* Men. I got to work at 7 pm and worked untill 11 pm. I had 10 people on my list who were discharging Thursday morning, one person declined and I took 9 baby photos with 7 sales. I was so busy I was scheduling appointments 15 minutes appart - I generally schedule 30 minutes apart, I didn't fall behind until one of the last people. The mom would NOT keep her hands off the baby while I was trying to take the photos. She was making me super nervous and I finally had to tell her to move her hands. When she finally did the pictures were done pretty quick. Anyway - I made $71 in commission so I'm happy. Oh one other freaky thing, the first three babies I photoed were all named Callie - all different spellings but the same name.

Last night when I got home, hubby was playing a game on my computer. I knew he was going to be playing a game but I was still a little irriated. I waited for him to get off the damn computer so I could figure my commission and check my e-mail - he didn't get off until about 12:30 AM. grrr.... then I didn't get to bed until 1 am. AND my little minions of the darkside were up way to damn early! By god! Don't you ever sleep in?!?!?

And I still haven't gotten the things listed on auction that I need to get sold. Damn... very frustrating.

Tubbies!

hehehe... kids... I'm listening to the mp3's I downloaded the other day. The song Total Hate by No Doubt and Sublime is on, Super Girl is singing along to the chorus - but she's singing 'Tubbies!' for 'Total Hate'... hehehehe... and I'm not about to correct her. No Doubt singing about TeleTubbies.

Judy-dobie-do where are you?

Last night hubby and I had a total Scooby moment. We were up late discussing … solutions to world hunger or politics or fashion, well to be totally honest I can’t remember WHAT we were up talking about but I’m sure it was important, it kept us up until after 1AM. Anyway, while we were talking we heard an odd scratching at the door, it kind of sounded like someone trying to unlock our door. The first time we heard it we stopped talking and looked at the door expectantly, knowing that the only two people we know of to posses a key to our front door were the two of us. Nothing happened. We went back to our conversation. Then it happened again, dead silence from us and looks at the door. This time I got up and peeped out the peep hole half excepting to see some drunk outside fumbling with keys (that actually happened to me once when I lived in Dallas). Nope, no one out there. Back to the all important conversation. It happens again. We both just look at each other then start laughing and I say “Well I’m no Daphnee or Fred and I don’t know about you Shaggy, but I’m not opening the door!” We laugh then start talking about how since Daphnee, Fred and Velma aren’t here, Scooby (that would be me) and Shaggy (hubby) are just going to cower in fear and wonder if it’s a ghost, but be damned if we open the door and find either a)a ghost b)Mr. Jenkins dressed up as a ghost or c)another rabid raccoon… dressed up as a ghost, not even for a Scooby snack. We were laughing when it happens again. Utter silence in the room. I’m scanning the room for ANYTHING that might possibly be making that noise. I suggest that it’s a note pad being blown by the overhead fan or maybe a bug outside to which Shaggy, I mean hubby replies that it would have to be one pretty big bug to make that noise. And the noise happens again, this time hubby peers out the window – nothing he can see. I go look out the window, then the door peep hole. I must know where that noise is coming from! So…I have a total Velma moment, I unlock the door… I open the door… guess what it was? A BIG ASS BUG! A cicada to be exact. After 13 years in the ground it had crawled its way out of the ground, shed its larva skin and flew into the trees… then apparently got bored and decided to knock on my door for fun – teenagers, sheesh. He seemed to have missed the one part about running away after you knock on a door, so I caught the little bugger… on a digital picture. I could swear that when I swatted the cicada away from the door step I heard “I would have gotten away with it if not for you meddling kids!”… nah…

Later...

And by popular demand... Here's CICADA BUG!

At A Loss

This past Friday evening I found myself in an odd prediciment. I had time. Time to do what I wanted to do. Uninterupted time. The little people went to bed right on time and hubby was monopolizing my computer. I figured I would do some reading. I finished the most recent Readers Digest I had and then found my self at a profound lack of reading materials. I couldn't find a book to read! I didn't have a damn thing to read. It was very frustrating and made me realize that I had not been to the library in months. I miss the library. I need to check out American Gods again - actually read it this time.

6 AM!!!WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?

My children were up at 6 AM. Why? I have no clue. I know two little girls who WILL be taking naps today. Hell I would put them down for nows NOW if I could. I did try putting them back in bed, but that didn't last long.

On to other things...

ART

I'm working on some new art work. My hubby cleaned out his bedroom and he found a brand new unopened pack of my art paper! YAY! I don't even remember when I bought it. Anyway I popped it open and started working on a piece for Cabbage Patch - It's going to be her name with a cool picture representive of what her name means. The only thing that's frustrating me now is that I can't find my Prisma Colors. I have a brief case full of Prisma Colors and other art supplies, and for the life of me I can not find it.

I really haven't done any art work like this in years. The last big thing I did with intentions of getting framed was a picture of whales for a dear friend of mine. (he better still have it! hehehehe...). I lost all of my art work I did in high school and college in a fire about 5 and a half years ago (actually happened why I was at the above mentioned friends house). I had a lot of different things, my favorites being fantasy sea pictures done in Prisma and some in water colors. So sad...

Anyway, I've started doing this in a style that is not really my own - kind of Art Deco-ish. We'll see if I continue with it or if I just screw it up horribly. hehehe...

I'm Laughing My Ass Off!

Read this! Japanese Women Dishing On Men! Tooo damn funny! (And guys... the bit about not spraying on the face... take that to heart... that's just mess and if it get's in your eyes... ick...) And that brings us to this article Jack-off star makes splash in face of adversity

Could My Luck Really Be Changing?

Well hubby is back. It's a definite MAYBE on the car. *sigh* He'll know more later.

Odd thing happend though, a friend of ours who is moving back to swealtering Texas RIGHT NOW in the middle of fucking summer stopped by to drop of a couple of things. Hubby wasn't home yet so we chatted for a few moments. Hubby walked in right as our friend was about to leave. Hubby and friend chat for a few moments, friend asks about our current (dead) car and what's wrong with it then offers to look at it - friend is some what of a mechanic. He had a party to go to now, but will come back tomorrow to see why dead car won't start. Hmmm... maybe this is a VERY good thing. I don't know. I just want a CAR!!!!

80 Degrees and 84% Humidity

That was the temperature and humidity this morning as I headed off to work… or rather swam to work. Right now it is 110 degrees and 32% humidity. How is that possible? It didn’t rain today… no of course not – it’s just how living in North Central Texas is.

Saturday Work

My sister took me to work today. I feel bad asking her because she has worked all week, not to mention that she worked last weekend as well (because she took me to work last weekend also). I need a CAR! Currently hubby is out trying to procure us a vehicle. Let's all take a deep breath and pray that everything works out for us. I'm getting seriously frustrated with trying to get a car. Father in law has been so understanding by taking hubby to work and bringing him home. I know his wife is getting really pissed about that though... I don't understand why though, they are both retired and it's not like they get out and do all that much (she's got some debilitating issues that make it hard for her to do very much as far as getting out and walking around or going somewhere and sitting for any lenght of time - that includes sitting in the car - she can't drive either, blind in one eye and can't see out the other... not a joke).

Luck Changing

Uggghhhh... what can I do to get a break?!?!?! Still having trouble getting a car - my check STILL hasn't come in. I guess the ONLY good thing today was that I DIDN'T get a visit from the State's Gestopo.

Venting, venting, venting....

My credit is so screwed thanks to the State, we don't qualify for ANY loan and Kent's dad doesn't qualify as a co-signer. My sister offered but her husband pointed out that since they recently got her a new SUV theres NO way in hell she would be able to co-sign.

Fuck... I need a stiff drink.

Just One More Piece Of Evidence The Texas Is Fucked Up...

Mural of Eve called 'harmful material'

Uggh... talk about being uptight!

Sad, Sad News

Some News stories that are just depressing:

Is ice cream a 'coronary in a cone'? sheesh... why doesn't someone just suck the life out of summer already...

Get an online divorce That's just sad...


Site IDs wrong woman in Bryant case Good Grief... what is the world coming to?

Nuns facing at least 6 years in prison for damaging missile silo

Odd Way To Get Here...

I just checked my site meter and someone found their way here by searching for '129 iq'. I was confused for a second then I realized - Ohhhhh... my IQ... That's right I took one of thoes stupid tests. I think I scored pretty well. I never take those things correctly. I think your supposed to take it when it's quiet and you won't be interupted, but I never do that. My kids are always asking for things or trying to give the cat a hair cut or something like that. I also answer my phone while I take the test and when I start to get bored I just rush through it. Sheesh. I always sucked at tests in school, I'd get bored and just rush through. So hell maybe I'm a freaking genius and I'm just to damn impatient to take the test right... reminds me of the Seindfeld where Elaine takes the IQ test for George.... Night.

later
So I go and take another IQ test - it's quite and all.. I scored a 146. That can't be right. I think this sight is just sucking up to me to get me to buy things... hmmm... maybe I am smart after all - HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyway.. I don't buy 146.

Don't Sell That!

I almost forgot this, it was probably the FUNNIEST thing that happend today.

I was folding laundry and putting some things aside that I'm going to get rid of either by selling on e-bay or donating to charity. Super Girl askes me why I'm doing all the laundry (as if I don't do laundry just about EVERY freaking day!) and I say because I'm going to be selling a bunch of things. She looks at the table covered with stacks of clothes then she says "Don't sell my panties mamma!" I started laughing, my father in law started laughing also. Then I explained to her that it was just going to be things that didn't fit, and definitly NOT her panties. hehehe... kids.

Straight Talk on Gay TV

Hubby and I have found a new program to be addicted to. Queer Eye For The Straight Guy . Of course he wanted to watch it being gay and all… I think mostly so he could pick up some fashion tips – he most definitely does NOT dress like a gay man… hell if not for me he’d still be depending on Garanimals to match his clothes! Anyway we caught it the first night it was on and it was a riot! OMG! It makes me miss my hair fairy so much. I miss the catty venomous comments about people he used to whisper to me. I miss the backwards complements he used to give. *sigh * Enough of that, back to the show. The clothing fag gets on my nerves at times – he is SOOOOOO gay and some of the fashion items he picks are total shit – for instance the last show he put together the absolute crappiest outfits for this guy – YUCK ! And one thing I’m consistently left wondering about, WHY is he continually putting these guys in baggy assed jeans? I mean he’s GAY and most GAY men I know are ass men (get your mind out of the damn gutter! I DON’T mean it like THAT! I just mean they all loved the sight of a man with a nice shapely ass wearing pants that fit enough that you could see the shape of the ass.) The hair fairy kind of confuses me – he’s very very cute (isn’t that ALWAYS the case? The best looking men are always batting for the other team – all the ones you WISH would be gay are always straight begging you for sex… sheesh) at times he’s butch and at other times he is a flaming queen. Seems the ONLY thing he really does is take the guy to get a hair cut, clean the bathroom and tell the guy how to shave. Then one of my favorites – the decorating diva – he’s fabulous. He does absolute MAGIC! I want him to be my second best friend! He doesn’t really have the GAY look (like clothing fag and hair fairy do), but he does act gay, but not really over the top. The music boy doesn’t seem like he really has much of a role in the show – I mean until the end when they are all in the room watching what is going on – then he has an equal role in criticizing and celebrating the evenings events. I saved the best for last… the cooking queen. I love him. I’d marry him… even knowing he’s gay. He’s not bad looking, but I bet he could work magic in the kitchen (and he’d have to if I were to marry him, hell if I wasn’t getting satisfied in the bedroom I’d sure as hell be satisfied in the kitchen). He’s so NOT gay. I mean I’m SURE he IS gay, he’s on this GAY show so he has to be gay, but he has no gay mannerisms at all. This is the man I want as my best best friend.

The show kicks major ass. I love it. Even when I hate what they are doing – I have to watch and see how it turns out. This past week the clothing fairy had the funniest put down for the straight guys girlfriend - two snaps up for that one! It’s a good thing she couldn’t hear him – she looked like she could take him easily! I would LOVE/HATE to spend the day with these guys. Love it because I’m sure we would have a blast, hate it because I KNOW that as soon as the door was closed behind me they would start dis’ing me! Bitches!

*disclaimer *: none of the terms used to describe the men, their looks, their dress, their mannerisms or their actions are meant in a derogatory way. I have a gay husband and he’s told me it’s ok to say gay, fag, queer, queen and flamer (so I’ve been given permission so to speak – na-na-na) AND I’ve know and loved (again – get your mind out of the gay porn area… I mean that in a platonic way – only one gay man have I LOVED LOVED… wait… scratch that… someone once told me that one of my ex-men turned gay… then there was that guy I dated in HS… he’s gay.. in the closet gay… So… three gays I’ve LOVED LOVED – all men, no kitty licking in my past…not that there’s anything wrong with that… I guess I just haven’t met the right woman for that… hehehe… and she’d have to be a HE… um…. Anyway… I’m not bashing gays, so don’t even start with me.

Poping Up

Did you know they still sell popcorn that you have to pop in a pot? Jiffy Pop still exists also.

I haven’t bought any kind of popcorn except the microwave kind in probably 15 or so years. Popcorn that you pop in a pot makes me think of my father. Fond memories of daddy. When I was little daddy would make a huge pot of popcorn, then put it in a paper bag and put salt on it. We’d all sit and watch the weekly Disney movie and eat popcorn. He would also make popcorn for kid parties. I always wanted daddy to make Jiffy Pop so I could watch it expand (why else would kids want it?). He never would. I think I have watch Jiffy Pop pop 3 times in my life, one time at a friends house, one time I think with an aunt and I can’t remember the circumstances of the third time… so maybe I’m imagining it… or I was high or something… which means I probably did imagine it… anyway… I don’t like popcorn. Like every little kid I would eat it, but I don’t remember really LOVING it. When my mother remarried her new husband loved popcorn and had a popcorn popper (back in the early 80’s). I thought that was pretty damn cool. You could watch the popcorn pop! DAMN! But I still wasn’t totally into it. Well before long they were making it all the freaking time. Bleh. Every night *pop * *pop * *pop *. For years this obsession of theirs went on, popping and popping, melting butter and salting… bags and bags of popcorn. I actually got to where I hated the smell of popcorn. One day shortly after I finished high school one of my parents friends gave them an air popper * ooooooohhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh*. This I liked. This was a cool toy. Popcorn was still pretty vile to eat though. One of the first times making popcorn mom and I put too much popcorn in the popper. The popcorn overflowed all over the kitchen floor – it looked kind of like when you put the wrong kind of soap in the dishwasher and it pukes suds all over… except this was popcorn. My mother laughed as she watched my trying to catch the popcorn that the popper was spewing at me at an alarming rate. Her witch cackle attracted the others to come laugh at me being buried alive in popcorn. Uggh.

I escaped the Casa de Pop when I moved in with hubby a couple of years later. He likes popcorn, but not fanatically and he was quite happy with having microwave popcorn. I could tolerate the occasional bag of popcorn emitting noxious popcorn fumes for his sake. Ahhh… the things you do for love.

Last year sometime his brother gave us a gift bag with a bottle of popcorn in it – the kind you pop in a pot… this was part of a theme gift… with it came a carton of Whoppers (I’m all over that one!) and a gift card to Blockbuster. The Whoppers were gone within a matter of hours and the gift card was used that week – but the popcorn… it was a while before it was opened… and I’m not entirely sure WHY it was opened. We generally have a healthy supply of microwave popcorn on hand. A few months ago on a whim I made popcorn in a pot for the kids – I think I had promised them popcorn and when I got to the pantry realized that there was only one bag of microwave stuff left, so not wanting to deprive my husband I made popcorn for the little people. They were fascinated that it could be made on the stove top as well as the microwave. Today I made the last of the popcorn for the little people. The little people were thrilled… until they got to the bottom of the bowl. Hehehe… I guess I somehow passed along the popcorn loving gene.

I still want to make some Jiffy Pop….

My Life Could Be Worse...

Read this Zeus bug is ultimate male chauvinist (I stole this from L). At least I'm not that poor bug. Damn she needs to get to a counselor, work on her self esteem and kick that bug to the curb! Sheesh... that bug society needs a serious lesbian movement to put the males in their places. This one comment was funny Elgar and his colleagues suspect it is less tiring to put up with one male partner than several. ummm-hmmm... I've known plenty of women who thought that way... just easier to put up with the asshole they do know than to risk it with a bunch of assholes they don't know. Damn... I'm voting this bug for the battered woman poster bug of the year... My advice to that bug - get some RAID!

Today Was Tea With The Queen... Well Just A Couple Of Princess'

We had a tea party today. I used that to bribe the kids to pick up their fucking toys before I totally fucking snapped and threw them all in the creek... I mean to get them to pick up. hehe... (I knew I shouldn't have stopped taking those anti-depressants) Well a miracle happend and they DID pick up. I'll attach a photo of the exciting event as soon as I'm done downloading music from Kazza.

Then There Were Five...

So I killed another goldfish today. I caught one in the gravel vacuum today while cleaning out the tank. He swam away so I thought there was no permanent damage done. That or it was that I didn't warm up the water sufficiently for them and the smallest died because of it... or possibly he was severely depressed and my cleaning out the tank gave him the most promising opportunity to commit suicide and make it look as though I had somehow caused it in my tireless efforts to keep their living environment pristine and beautiful.

I gazed upon my tank just a few moments ago, all of the fish swam to the corner to stare unblinking back at me as if to say "Why? Why did you do it? Baby Bear was the smallest of all of us." Or possibly it could have been "Food. Food. Food. Food." that they were saying, they are goldfish after all, eating is a central part of their lives. Besides the only goldfish to have a definite malicious and blaming personality was Spike (God rest her slimy soul) - Valkerie is a bit of a dippy fish, Thor is a glutton, Bubbles is a bimbo fish and Mama Bear and Papa Bear are just follower fish - they will go where ever the others go. (I know, I spend to much time staring at these fish).

This evening after hubby put Cabbage Patch to bed I asked him to remove Baby Bear from the tank (it was stuck up against the filter intake thingie... kind of gross but at least it wasn't floating on it's side anymore). Super Girl said to me "Aren't you going to say something?" I asked her what she meant. She wanted me to say a few words about the dead fish. Ahhhh.... thank you Nickelodeon, thank you Rugrats. Today Chuckie's bug died and they had a 'funeral' and everyone said something about the dead bug. So I said "Baby Bear was a good fish, a small fish but a good fish." She said "Baby Bear was a good fish, the cats liked her." At that very moment the cats, having just finished eating, were walking past the couch licking their lips. I had to stifle a laugh as an image of hubby putting the dead fish in the cat dish flashed in my mind - yeah they would like her like that... He would never ever do that though, I suggested it once for a fish I owned less than 48 hours and he looked at me as though I had just asked him to shoot his father and feed him to a family of mountain lions. So on Baby Bear's virtual tomb stone (shaped like a cat food can) it will read "Baby Bear, She was a very good fish, the cats liked her a lot." and a cartoon picture of fish bones at the bottom.

MURDER!

Damn it... I killed another fish... the smallest in the tank.... I suck... (but that's why I'm popular!)

*sob*

At least I now have room for another fancy goldfish next month when my birthday comes around. :o)

Much Better Day

So I was in that before mentioned funk this morning. Had a lovely visit from the State Of Texas Gestapo - should be the LAST visit. The girls were being possesed this morning so I needed a break (read STIFF DRINK!). I checked the mail and got more not so great news... *sigh* Then I did some laundry, cleaned the fish tank and started making some pita bread. Better... I'm feeling better. I did some problem solving while I worked. Have some ideas to help my situation. Better... much better.

later

OMG! The Pita Bread is awsome!

Men... What's With That Shit????

So I haven't heard from my Sancho in a while - he did call last week while I was at work. In the past couple of days 3 men I used to see have left messages for me - I didn't even know it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! - I don't check my messages regularly. Judy might end her celibacy streak yet! (two men are FABULOUS in bed - one is just awful).

Relatively Disapointed

My nephew will be coming home soon. This is the nephew who left for boot camp the beginning of May. He didn't make it through. He weasled his way out of the army because I guess he got tired of having people tell him what to do. I'm desperatly disapointed with him. He worked so hard to get OUT of the army once he joined - he would have graduated from basic last week. Now he will be discharged from the military the end of this week or the begining of next week. My sister and I have spent countless hours on the phone and in person discussing all of this. She's very angry with him but mostly disapointed. She's also afraid for him. Afraid that he'll continue to try to slide through life and not take responsibilty... that and be a major con. That sounds like maybe being too hard on him, but it's not. He's a habitual liar and a con. It's very frustrating. We had all hoped that the military would teach him a little maturity and how to be a responsible person. I guess not.

In A Funk...

I'm in a funk today... that is to say I'm a bit down. I should not write now because of that, but I haven't written anything substancial in a while. I'm not completly depressed as in 'Give-me-some-chocolate-and-let-me-lock-myself-in-my-bedroom-for-a-week', just down. Could be the weather. It's been raining here for the past hour or so - one would think because of the recent 100+ temperatures and arid conditions here in Texas I would be jumping for joy and dancing in the rian. Not so. I'm just not. I have done EVERYTHING I usually do to drag back to my usual cheerful scarcasm, but it's just not working. I guess part of it is the car situation. We still have yet to get another car. This week we will, but I know hubby was really hoping it would be today. My paycheck hasn't come in yet, so we have to wait for that. I know he was thinking it would come today, I kept telling him it wouldn't be here until later in the week. I know his father has to be getting rather tired of carting him back and forth to work. I'm really really hoping that we will be able to get a car by Friday, I know my sister does not want to take me to work again. She will have worked all week and I know she will be TIRED of going to work. She's been very gracious about taking me to work last week. I remember taking her to work many times in the past, but that was kind of different, we lived very close to one another and her work was very close to mine. I dislike having to depend on others.

I guess I'm just kind of frustrated right now. Frustrated with not having a car, frustrated with waiting to get a car, frustrated with having to ask for someone to take me to work. *sigh* frustrated... or maybe it's just PMS. (and lack of sex.)

Creepy News

NHL player found frozen

ewww...

Cabbage Patch

Now that she's 2 she's become the supreme drama queen. She fell earlier this morning. I picked her up and comforted her for a moment, then she wanted down. She searched the living room for the PERFECT blankie then came back to me and whined until I held her in my arms like a baby with the blanket over her. I think she would still be here if I hadn't put her down because my arms were getting tired! She's still acting like the diva and her fall happened over an hour ago. (Oh her fall didn't hurt her, just scared her a bit)

Super Girl

What a silly girl. Lately Super Girl has been obsessed with watching the Disney movie which I chose her name from. She has a running comentary through out the movie "See mamma, that was me when I did...." "Oh that was when ..... happened to me." At least once during the movie I have to remind her that daddy and I are her parents NOT the king and queen in the move.

Truly Bizarre News

Tongue Recipient Said to Be Doing Well

Just weird... very very weird.

Unmotivated

*sigh* Uggh... I'm just not motivated to write anything today. damn... It's not a case of 'nothing-to-say' just too much to say. Things that piss me off, things that make me a bit nervous, someone who has disapointed me, little bit of life searching/wondering and a little bit of male bashing to finish it all of. Maybe tomorrow. I'm going to write a letter to a friend now, feed my fish, then maybe a hot bath and off to bed.

Bad Boys, Bad Boys...

What ya gonna do when they come for you?

Yeah the COPS theme song. Super Girl is singing that over and over. hehehehehehe... no we don't suplement her viewing schedule of Sesame Street and Dora The Explorer with COPS... but I have my suspicions that a certain Aunt of hers does.

Now I've Seen EVERYTHING!

I really WANT this! Meowlingual Although I'm almost afraid of what my cats would be saying. hehehehe...

Finding My Spot

I found this on someone elses blog

This is the list of my BEST PLACES TO LIVE:
Little Rock, Arkansas
Shreveport-Bossier City, Louisiana
Alexandria, Louisiana
Sacramento, California
San Bernardino, California
Las Cruces, New Mexico
Houma, Louisiana
Lafayette (Cajun Country), Louisiana
Oakland, California
Vista, California
Portland, Oregon
Baltimore, Maryland
Monroe, Louisiana
New Orleans, Louisiana
Long Beach, California
San Diego, California
Las Vegas, Nevada
Honolulu, Hawaii
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Chico, California
Henderson, Nevada
Washington, District of Columbia
Fayetteville, Arkansas

Funny thing is I was born in Monroe, La and spent a large portion of my child hood in New Orleans, La - I'm very familiar with all the places mentioned in La - I would not live in Houma, Batton Rouge or Monroe (no offense D to your inlaws - hell you wouldn't live there either!), Alexandria is really nice though and so is Lafayette. I don't think I'd live in Shreveport-Bossier City though, the whole casino thing is a big deterant there. I'm also aquainted with both places in Arkansas. I lived in Fayetteville briefly when I was a kid - it was nice and Little Rock is really close to my relatives in Arkansas (my favorite hot cousin lives there!). I'm not sure I'd move anywhere it snows a lot, I don't like snow at all. I'm such a SOUTHERNER. But Some of the places in CA sound intersting. eh, it's not like I'm actually thinking of moving, I just thought this was interesint and kind of funny in a weird way.

Who Gives A Shit?

This particular story JLo & Ben On How They Fell In Love, boggles my mind. Why does anyone care? Why are there so many news stories out there about this kind of crap? So they met at work, big deal. That happens all the freaking time. My sister met her husband at work. Oh oh, I guess I should care because they are BIG STARS. Um... no. I really don't care about their personal lives. I have very little interest in an actors personal life. Often if I find out things about their personal lives, I generally find out something about their views that makes me like them just a little bit less. Like recently I read an interview with Harrison Ford, he kind of sounded like an idiot. Read one with Richard Gere and my opinion of him is that he's a nice guy but a TOTAL FREAK. I crave the days of privacy in Hollywood. Back when stars fiercely garded their privacy and the public just got glimpses into their lives on occasion. Everything else was speculation or rumor. Uggh... Stars... please stop living your personal lives out in the headlines. BARF!

Yes yes, another stupid quiz. But this one is rather funny. A you must go take this one, I would love to see your results given your political leanings. :o)


Threat rating: extremely low. You may think you can
subvert the government, but if you should try
you will be smited mightily because God likes
us best.


What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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FORD

My car broke the fuck down on the way home last night. I had to go train my sister to do weekdays at one of my hospitals and my car over heated and died on the road side. I won't go into all the painfully boreing details, but after 3 stops and waiting on the road side for about an hour and a half a tow truck finally stopped for me. $103 later I was home and the car is in the parking lot. Hubby and I are debating wether to fix the car or get a new one. I want a new one. The car he's talking about getting is a 2001 RED Dodge Neon. I want that. My first car was a 95 Blue Dodge Neon. I have a special place in my heart for cute little Neons.

eh... that's all I can think of to say. I've completly run dry now.

Bullshit Stories In the News

Killer Claims 'Bad Blood'. Yeah, my ass. This is just a twist on the 'Devil made me do it' defence. Let me be the one to throw the switch on this bastard.

Broadcaster Pat Robertson calls for retirement of justices Sheesh. Can I call a prayer movement for Pat Robertsons mouth to seal shut?

FBI warned of al Qaeda forest fire plot. So now al Qaeda is being blamed for forest fires? They certainly are getting the blame for a lot of things.

Maybe we can blame them for everything... This could work...

The economy sucks... because of al Qaeda
We're not safe on the streets... because of al Qaeda
My car is broke down ... because of al Qaeda
I have no money... because of al Qaeda
My sex life sucks... because of al Qaeda
My ass is too big... because of al Qaeda
The environment is screwed... because of al Qaeda
It's too fucking hot here... because of al Qaeda

See this is easy! And it solves all our problems with one little phrase! I think this presidential term should be named "The Term Of Denial". Sheesh... because of al Qaeda.

With Sprinkles Please!

There are days I'm glad I have this blog to document some of the more interesting moments with my children. That way when they are in therapy in 20 or so years I will be able to pull up a decent explanation for the trauma they are dealing with.

Yesterday Super Girl was upset that we ran out of jelly for her PB&J sandwich. She refused to eat the sandwich until I asked her if she would eat it if I put sprinkles on it. Last night I had to go into work to train someone so hubby said he would make something easy and fast - pot pies! Super Girl said she would NOT eat a pot pie unless it has sprinkles on it. hehehe... 20 or so years down the road I will get a call from her husband asking why she always makes pot pies with sprinkles on the. She actually didn't eat the pot pie (she's so darn picky) but Cabbage Patch did - sprinkles and all. ;o)

Exhaustion

The party went great - 2 people didn't show with their kids - not a problem. My sister brought her mother inlaw whom I dearly love, the kids loved seeing her. We had 3 kids within 6 months of each other, with my oldest being the oldest of them (she was also the alpha kid leading them into naughtyness). 2 little ones - my 2 year old and an almost 1 year old. All kids had a great time. Everyone else had a great time also. It was to freaking hot to go to the lake and feed ducks - 102 with a heat index of 110! YIKES! I think the ducks probably took refuge to a cooler place than the park also.

I'm utterly exhausted - just counting down the time until naps. I need a nap. I need a day off. I need sex. My fate imposed celibacy is still going on (that sucks!).

Must go, not making sense... and I keep spelling words in interesting ways.

Caffine... where are you baby?

FUCK! What A Busy DAY!

I went it to work at 8:30 AM and left at 7 PM - I only worked on hospital. Why? Well it appears that the other people who normally work this hospital quit. No one had been to the hospital since July 8th! FUCK! Why did I work so fucking long? Well I had to take care of everyone going home TODAY and I needed to make sure that EVERYONE going home tomorrow is taken care of - I only have 3 left who are discharging tomorrow (that's a bearable number) instead of the 7 I had this morning. Tomorrow I'm having my 2 year olds birthday party so I need to be home by 2 pm. Much to my surprise more people than expected may come to the party - this is cool, but I honestly didn't expect this many people - so now I'm stressing over having so many people and kids here and I have to work tomorrow. I have so much to do now. *sigh* And I'm beat from today.

Freaky Pink/White Flowers


I had to snap a picture of these very cool and beautiful flowers. They only bloom fully at night and their first bloom is pink, then the next day the petals turn white.

Pictures Of Me...

You may have noticed I added a picture of myself on the side - it's a picture of me with my new hair cut. I just wanted to show how nice it looks, but then I notice I look WAY to serious in the picture - why didn't I smile? I'm a very happy person... bitchy... but happy. Anyway I added another one below of me smiling. I know stupid and vain. I'll take one of the pics off next week so as not to frighten the general viewing public.

For Whom The Bell Tolls... The Bell Tolls For ME!

I had to go into work unexpectedly this evening, someone didn't show up for work. Anyway while I was gone I got a phone call from someone in Beaverton OR (I looked up the number) I have no idea who was calling, I don't recognize the name and husband sucks at taking messages. Instead of asking who is calling he just said 'No she's not here' to which the caller said ok and hung up. He never asked who was calling or asked if they wanted to leave a message or anything. Totally rude. (I think he was to busy securing his date to be bother with who might be calling me, he's out fucking or sucking right now). So now here I am wondering who could possibly have called me from OR - he said it was a woman, the caller ID has a mans name and I have no clue who could have called. I have gotten on to him before about asking WHO is calling BEFORE telling them that I'm not home, I really don't give a crap if it appears that I'm screening calls, I get pissed if I get a call and don't know who it was from. I guess it's just all the years of having worked as a secretary that is coming out at the moment. I always had to ask who was calling before transfering someone, most of the time people wanted to know who was calling before they answered their line. Eh, I guess I'm just being a bitch right now.

The Mystery Is Solved!

It's a sperm whale. I'm kind of disapointed they identified it fairly quickly. I was hoping it would be some unidentifiable blob and many speculations and alien theories would crop up because of it. But noooooooo the damn scientist have to ruin all my fun. *sigh*

This is intersting: Color Profile

(red house) You have a strong personality that likes to take risks if the rewards are worth it. You don't like being told what to do and prefer to take matters into your own hands.

(green shirt) Fashion is marketing vice that only the weak fall victim to. You like to rise above it all, dressing in a way that is your own unique style.

(red rose) You are aggressive in business, but tend to take the backseat when it comes to your personal life. You are more comfortable talking about work than relationships.

(blue car) You are a very practical person. It's more important to you that the things you own are useful, rather than nice to look at.

(silver cell phone) You are very sociable! You are the center of attention and have great stories to tell. But this often prevents from establishing deep relationships.

(purple teddy) You are very strong-willed, even bordering on stubborn. You like to take care of yourself before helping others, although you will never let people down.

I know, I know, these are stupid, but I'm bored so sue me.

Men… I’ll never understand them.

Why is it that some men get all interested in you until you start being interested in them but if you show any interest in a different man they are all over you again? Then there are the men who are only interested in finding out if you’re a good fuck and if you are hey, they might call you when their dick is lonely again. Or the other kind of man who is mainly interested in finding out if you’re a good fuck AND if he can stand to be around you for any length of time because his biological parents are asking him when he’s going to settle down and get married, or better yet the man who is desperate to get married because he feels his biological clock is ticking away and if he doesn’t hook a wife now he’ll be alone for the rest of his life. Now my question is ‘WHERE ARE ALL THE NORMAL MEN?!!??!’ You know, the ones that aren’t playing head games and who want more than just sex. The only men I know who are like that are either already married or live hundreds of miles away. Sheesh… I should just buy a heavy duty plug in vibrator and large selection of porn and forget about men.

Sea Monkeys

Possibly the MOST disapointing pet to own

Have you ever owned Sea Monkeys? I have. I must have been 11 when I fell for the deceptive advertisement for Sea Monkeys.

I had been looking at the ad for Sea Monkeys for quite a while. You know the one, it was always in the back of the comic book, had the cute Sea Monkey mom and Sea Monkey dad and the Sea Monkey kids. It made claims that they could do amazing things like dance and do tricks. I saved up my allowance one summer. I was going to by Sea Monkeys (or those freaky looking x-ray glasses)! I filled my name and address in the form and sent it off with my payment. My parents had warned me that Sea Monkeys were not all they were cracked up to be. HA! How could they know that? They were old parent people; they didn't know shit about anything. Besides Sea Monkeys could not possibly have been around when THEY were children. So with a stamp and my hard earned allowance, I sent off my form for the pets of my dreams. I took the longest 4-6 weeks of my 11 year old life. I must have checked the mail 3 times a day until I got my package. The packaging was promising with pictures of the happy Sea Monkey family, the instructions were simple - just add water and feed. I procured a large jar for my brand new wonderful SEA MONKEYS with dreams of a future dancing colony of happy Sea Monkeys. I followed the directions, water, Sea Monkeys, stir... and I watched. What the fuck? I don't see crap. I was a patient child though, I read the instructions again... and I waited. In a few days I could see what looked like a bunch of tad poles. I kept watching they grew a bit more. I played music for them... they didn't seem to notice or maybe they didn't like the music I was playing, I'm not really sure about that, but I do know that there was absolutely no dancing from my Sea Monkeys. Hmmm... Why is that? It clearly said on the advertisement that they could learn to dance. Maybe they needed to see actual dancing, so I danced for my Sea Monkeys, I sang for them, I swirled my finger around in the water in hopes that they might just need a little nudging onto the 'dance floor' (I think I just succeeded in making them dizzy). They continued to grow, but not much, I continued to watch, my dreams of Happy Sea Monkey colonies dissolving day by day. I started to wish I had gotten some tad poles, I like frogs and I know that the tad poles would be interest to watch until I had a container full of pet frogs. I started to resent that the Sea Monkeys were not happy or talented and most of all they were not tad poles. I started to hate the Sea Monkeys. I started ignoring the Sea Monkeys except when it was absolutely necessary - to feed them. One day while I was out being a kid I found something amazing - TAD POLES! I raced home for a container to put my NEW pet in. When I got home with my newest treasure I did exactly what every other 11 year old would have done, I put the tad poles into the Sea Monkey jar. I figured they would keep each other company, maybe the extremely cool tad poles would teach the extremely lame Sea Monkeys a thing or two. The next morning I checked on my Sea Monkey/Tad Pole tank. To my utter surprise there were a greatly diminished number of Sea Monkeys in the jar. I watched it wasn't as if there was any place for the Sea Monkeys to be hiding, so what could have happened. While I watch I got my answer as I watched a hungry tad pole gobble up one of the Sea Monkeys. Ooops... I wish someone had told me that Sea Monkeys and tad poles shouldn't share living quarters... or that Sea Monkeys are tasty food for growing tad poles. In utter guilt and embarrassment I took my jar of tad poles stuffed with Sea Monkeys back to where I got the tad poles and released them back into the wild. I had thought about keeping the tad poles but realized that my mother would kick my ass if she found out I had tad poles - something that would eventually become live frogs - in my bedroom. So that's my sad tale of Sea Monkey deception, it took about 4 weeks from the first drop of Sea Monkey eggs in the water to the tragic end with Sea Monkeys becoming tad pole chow. I went back to school a few weeks later, I never told of my Sea Monkey saga. I figured that I had been duped, bamboozled, taken and everyone else already knew about the utter lameness of Sea Monkeys. I never even told my sister what transpired with my Sea Monkeys - she had initially made a snotty comment about the Sea Monkeys when they arrived so why add to my torment by giving her absolute proof that I was totally gullible. But I learned... I learned a lesson about advertising - never ever buy anything off the back of a comic book and I learned about dreams and broken dreams and how you should never ever pin your dreams on a jar of stupid Sea Monkeys! Sheesh - I still slap myself in the head for being such an ignorant kid! How the hell did I ever make it to this age anyway? Sea Monkeys... I'd have been better of with a Chia Pet! (By the way I'd love a Mr. T Chia Pet... hehehe)

Um... Excuse Me, But Could You Get The FUCK Out Of My Personal Space!

Tonight I headed to Wal-Mart to procure pressies for Cabbage Patch for her birthday this Sunday. I'm standing in line putting stuff on the best and I look back at Super Girl in the cart - the lady who is behind me is standing RIGHT NEXT to my kid - that makes me VERY uncomfortable, I pull my cart forward and say "Um, you can move away from my kid now." Then move forward to check out. I'm watching the price of everything being scanned while getting my check ready, I look up and that lady is practically at my elbow! I move a little bit further forward and guess what she does, she moves up also. DAMN! That is so freaking rude! I don't want someone close enough to look in my purse and see the 10 condoms and emergency vibrator (hey you never know when you might need it) in my purse, let alone see if I have cash in my purse (which I never do... got condoms and vibrator, why do I need cash?). I just wish I had been buying a bunch of bizarre things like lube, condoms, whipped cream, massage oil, a cucumber, a douche, adult diapers, laxatives, liquid latex, clothes pins and a water gun, then I would have tried to strike up a conversation and asked her if she ever used this or that... then she might have backed off.

So WTF? I've noticed people in the grocery store doing that also. I hate that, I mean if you’re not planning on helping me pay for my stuff then back the fuck up.

Alien's Did It...

Crap... For some reason my bottom teeth are sore like aliens tightened my braces last night while I slept.

Getting Fucked Over By The Man!

That seems to be a constant theme in my life. I got my check today. I'm not happy with how much I made in commission... or I should say how much I didn't make. About $120 difference because my bitch new supervisor took one of my hospitals away from me for a few weeks, and now I have that hospital back but she's making me share it with someone else. Fuck. I'll have to wait and see how that affects my commission - I've only worked one weekend with her. It will probably be a couple pay checks before I see the true difference, since I worked solo this past weekend and the 4th. But that's fucking killing me. I may have to start pimping out my husband if this keeps up!

Hey sailor, him fucky-sucky $5.

It's A Boobie Thing, You Wouldn't Understand It...

A couple of weeks ago Super Girl was playing dress up. She had on this little bitty baby dress - it looked like a short shirt on her, we were getting ready to go shopping so I told her to put some pants on. She said she's going to wear a dress and I say "Well you'll have to take that little shirt off." to which she replies "It's not a shirt, it's a boobie thing." And puffs up her little 4 year old chest. I almost fell out of my chair laughing. When hubby came down stairs I told Super Girl to repeat what she said, he didn't think it was funny; he was mortified that his little girl would be talking about getting a boobie thing already. He's so paranoid that she's growing up too fast! Of course his response was by far the funniest. Such a daddy.

Super Girl has hit the age where she recognizes that there are differences between grown up girls and little girls like her. And of course the MOST obvious thing is of course boobs. Every so often she will see me in bra and panties and say "I like your boobies." Which always makes me laugh but one time a friend of ours was over; Super Girl was reading her books. Super Girl was in her lap and turned to her, poked her in the boobies and said "I like your boobies." Luckily Jenna has been around lots of small children and it didn't faze her, the next day I had a talk with Super Girl about not touching people's boobies. Its funny what kids notice and what they ask about. I've been asked why I have hair there, why I shave there, why my boobies are big and much much more...

Britney Isn't A Virgin!

Oh the shock. Why is this making news? Does anyone really give a crap? Is ANYONE surprised? She dresses like a cheap whore and at 21 she's NOT a virgin - THIS is NEWS? Uggh... file this with nauseating news, which includes any story about JLo and Ben, Jennifer & Brad or Katherine Zeta Jones. Barf.

Speaking Of Disgusting Things...

I've been kind of keeping up with this Giant Sea Blob story. Freaky... and disgusting. I am not sure I would want to be the person to have 'discovered' this. This is almost as gross as the footage of a whale being blown up (it's for real) back in the 60's or so to clean it off the beach. OK, that was also kind of funny... all the nasty whale pieces raining down on the crowd of onlookers. hahahahaha... See A, your husband's act this morning is not the most disgusting thing to happen in the past few weeks! ;o)

A - Ahhhh... what a lovely picture you painted of your drive in to work.... ewww.... My advice - Zantac - the otc stuff - take some in the evenings. I had to live on that stuff with both of my pregnancies. All your cheery little updates remind me how lucky I am to not be pregnant right now. ;o)

Judy, Judy, You're Such A Cutie, How Does Your Garden Grow?

With Sunflowers:



And some cool white flower - that first blooms pink (at night even) then turns white.

Latest Craft Thingie

I just finished making this

It's and Irish Rose to go on the baby dress I'm making for A's baby.

DEAD SPIDER!!




HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I killed him! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Spiders Beware!

Yesterday I killed an enormous spider on my blinds. The little fucker had been living on them for a while - I had seen it a while back but he slipped away before I could grab a handy can of something to spray on it. Yesterday I happened to notice that this fucker was casting a shadow... he had grown. Time for the can of hair spray. Half a can later the bastard spider was totally imobalized, I carefully removed the body to outside - as a warning to other tespassing spiders - DEATH TO SPIDERS RESIDES HERE! The body is still outside, I'll take a pic a little later. hehehehe... Yeah I need help, I know.

So Fucking Funny!

OMG - I am laughing my ass off! I went to Pornolize and put in my page. It pornolized my site. DAMN! that was a riot. Especially the post right before this - to damn funny - not much was changed in that post, but what was made me laugh my ass off.

Go, check it out, laugh...

I Need A Fix!

I'm talking about sex. I need sex. Nothing more. Seems my sancho (mexican slang for 'other man') is working so much overtime these days he can't find the time to see me. Grrr.... He's called a few times to tell me he misses me, yadda, yadda, yadda... but that's just not the same... Porn is just not doing it and I fear that I will burn out my vibrator soon if he doesn't get some time off soon. I have some other men I could call... former sanchos and wanna-be lovers... I know anyone of them would drop what they are doing and bring that pony on over, but I just don't want to deal with them. Too many issues, one is too kinky, one wants me to be his 'girlfriend', one has a psycho girlfriend and one is just bad in bed... so I guess he's really not an option. Damn... I just want the sex, I'll even bring the condoms! I just want some really nice sex - no strings attached, just put your clothes on and go home after, thanks a lot, I'll call you later. Jake... you planning a trip to Texas any time soon? ;o)

*Sigh* one of the major drawbacks to having a gay husband. grrr....

Oh, That Pie Is Even Harder To Swallow The Second Time!

I must be going for a record... I'm wrong YET again. The original Doritos flavor was the toasted corn, came out in 1966. The tasty Taco Flavor came out in 1972. Damn... Now I'll have to admit to my husband that I was WRONG! shit. At least I didn't BET anything on it - not like the time we bet on gecko... but I won that time.

Must go now, have to finish my humble pie.

mumble, mumble... Strider... Aragorn.... mumble, mumble.... Doritos toasted corn... damn....

You are Rogue!

You are sexy and strong willed, and able to take on
just about anyone. You long for a serious
relationship, but whenever you begin to get
close to someone things always seem to take
turns for the worse. But you have dealt with
this lack of closeness with an almost constant
flirtacious behavior.


Which X-Men character are you most like?
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Oh what a surprise, even in geeky comic book world I'm a slut-superhero. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! eh at least Rogue is one of the characters I do like out of the X-Men.

later

And hubby is

You are Beast!

You are brilliant and extremely clever. You can
handle almost any problem swiftly and
efficiently. You are devoted to philosophy and
are always up for a good discussion.
Sometimes, though, your anger gets the best of
you and you upset those whom you care about.


Which X-Men character are you most like?
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yeah... that makes sense... I'm the slutty one and he's the smart one. hmmm...

You're Soroity Slut Barbie! You're easy and you're
really cheesy! Have fun with the entire
football team.


If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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Hmmm... how come I'm always the slut? Oh yeah, because I'm being honest that's why. hehehehe...

Some Things Just Bug Me

Friday morning when I was getting ready for work, motion caught my eye on the floor by the door. It was a creepy looking insect. It freaked me out, I couldn't just step on it, I had no clue what IT was. So I dropped a towel on it and ran to get a jar to put it in. I captured the icky thing and set the jar atop my dresser intending to ask hubby if he could identify the beast - also take pictures of it and post it to see if anyone one reading this page could identify it also - then I would release it into the wild with a stern warning to not return to my home else face certain death by stomping or worse being sprayed by hair spray. Intensions are all well and good... what actually happened... I was tired when I got home so I took a nap, after nap we all went to brother in law's house for July 4th festivities, bug in jar was completly forgotten until I was getting ready for bed at midnight. Bug in jar was motionless by this point.... dead. IT was quite dead. I still have bug in jar as I plan to take some pictures anyway in hopes of some kind of identification.

Coming SOON! Dead bug in jar photos!

Oh How I Hate To Be Wrong...

So last night after the festivities of the 4th, my husband and his brother and his brothers two friends come in and inform me that I am wrong about some things that hubby and I had debated about - apparently they were discussing these issues outside. One - that Argone in LOTR is also called Strider, I said no, they said yes - well they were right. Hubby put the movie in when we got home. Sure enough there is ONE and only ONE place where he is reffered to as Strider. Those dumb asses were making it out like he was called Strider many times in the movie - which he wasn't (and if I'm wrong about this, please inform me so that I can have yet another piece of humble pie). Secondly - hubby's brother backed him up on the Doritos debate (he thinks the plain corn chips are the original Doritos flavor - not true - it was the Taco flavor aka nacho cheese flavor now) I found a number to Frito Lay to call and ask questions about Doritos so that's my big plan for Monday.

Men... sheesh...

What rating is your journal?
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gee, I don't think anyone is surprised about that. I think the only thing that keeps me from being rated X is that I don't write about my sex life in detail - that just wouldn't be right.

Happy 4th Everyone!

Tomorrow is the 4th. I hope everyone has a happy and responsible holiday. As for me I’ll be working. I was offered the opportunity to work Friday, Saturday and Sunday at all of my hospitals – and being that it is a holiday and my husband will be off work, I can take that opportunity. So I’ll be celebrating the 4th in true American tradition, I’ll be working my ass off to make a buck! Hopefully the 4th will be much like most other holidays that cause people to spend more money because I work on commission.

And speaking of money…

Now that my husband has a JOB I’m planning something special…

A VACATION!!!

For ME. I have no clue where I’m going to go, but I’m going to get away at least for a few days this fall. I may go visit different people I know around the US. (if you want me to visit, let me know ;o) Maybe Vegas… who knows… But I need a vacation. I haven’t had a vacation in about 3 years! Hubby took a vacation about a year and a half ago – I nearly committed murder when he did that… leaving me with a toddler and an infant for a whole freaking week… grrr…. Anyway… this is MY year for a vacation. If you have any suggestions for places to vacation, just say so. ;o)

It’s A Boobie Thing, You Wouldn’t Understand It

Today Super Girl nearly gave her daddy a heart attack. She had changed out of her dance clothes and was just wearing a short button up toddler dress as a shirt and her panties, we were telling her she needed to put some shorts on or pants on. She said to me that she was going to put on a dress so I said that she would need to take off that shirt then she looked right at me and said “Nah-ah, it’s a boobie thing.” And puffed her little 4 year old chest out at me. I nearly fell off the sofa trying to stifle my laughter. I encouraged her to repeat herself for her daddy’s benefit; boy I wish I had caught that look on his face. Just the mere mention of bra – even training bra – and our daughter makes him break out in a cold sweat, and G-d forbid anyone elude to future years when she will hit puberty! Sigh she’s trying to grow up so fast, that’s what scares the hell out of me, that one day I’m going to be walking her to dance class, discussing which story book characters live in the ‘forest’ we walk through and the next thing I know she’s going to be driving off in a car and I’ll be wondering what kind of characters will be out in the ‘forest’ she’ll be venturing into.

Fuck... spoke too soon. This page looks fine in netscape or mozilla (I use that one) but is screwed in IE. Damn...

later

Woo-fucking-hoo! I fixed it MYSELF! That's a first!

Tag Board Added!

I had to copy L - she had such a lively conversation on her blog today! I added a tag board, feel free to make comments there or whatever. I know it's kind of overlapping onto where the posts are, but it's not covering the text so it's not a problem. I'm just happy I managed to add something to this page and NOT end up screwing up the formatting (as I usually do!).

If this page suddenly looks like crap it's because I'm testing new changes... please stand by

Dallas City Library/Homeless Hangout

Recently the Dallas Observer ran an article about the homeless problem around/in the library. This is something that is very personal to me. Libraries are very important in communities. I remember practically spending summers at the library when I was a child. My sister and I would walk there by ourselves with a packed lunch to spend the day at the library reading or participating in the activities offered at our local library. We did this in lieu of having a baby sitter; we were very well behaved kids and were NEVER asked to leave or even to quiet down in the library. My parents were never worried about us being at the library, they knew we were not going to be out screwing around getting into trouble and they didn’t worry about anyone doing anything horrible to us. But… that was 20 years ago. Things have changed. The main branch of the Dallas City Library is down town, it’s the biggest library and it has the best resources. It has a whole floor devoted to genealogy stuff (my mom’s favorite floor) and occasionally it has some interesting exhibits (the Bonnie and Clyde exhibit was very cool), it also has a huge homeless problem. I remember being in high school and going to the main library with my mother on the weekend. Walking around the building to the main entrance was an absolute assault on the senses. Various places just reeked of urine. And god forbid you have to use some of the bathrooms on the main floor, they generally were pretty ripe also and littered with paper towels, etc. from the homeless washing up in there. Once in the building and busy looking for literature or what have you, you usually had little or no contact with homeless people. Those days are past. In the past 10 + years since my high school days the library has added a large section of public computer terminals with free internet access. For some reason this attracts the homeless to the library like magnets to a fridge. When they are not utilizing the computers to do things like surf the web, check e-mail or access porn they are either sitting at the tables trying not to fall asleep (no sleeping in the library!) or bothering patrons. Last year a child was sexually assaulted in a bathroom at the library, several patrons have been harassed, threatened and assaulted IN the library. One person I know personally told me of her trek to the library one spring day last year, she parked in the underground parking and took the elevator up thus avoiding the pungent aroma by the doors. As she sat down to do some research she felt someone touch her on the shoulder – not just a tap but a whole hand touching her shoulder. She started and turned to find a smelly unbathed man standing behind her, he said “Show me your titties.” She something like ‘get the fuck away from me’ and he persisted bothering her for a moment, ending with her elbowing him sharply. Thinking the incident was over she became absorbed in her research. 20 or so minutes later she heard what she thought was water trickling down the windows near her (it was raining that day), then she heard muttering near her. The above mentioned smelly unbathed man was pissing on her denim jacket she had placed on the chair next to her. She left the jacket and complained to the librarian. The man was removed and she was given a gift certificate to the store in the library. Still… that doesn’t make the incident not have happened for her.

There is no way in hell I would go to the main branch of the Dallas Library with my kids, hell I wouldn’t even go by my self these days and that is sad. I was discussing this with my sister. Why is there such a problem at the library? Why isn’t the city doing something about it? Why did the city let it get THIS bad? Why aren’t more residents of Dallas outraged that their tax money has gone to the expansion and maintenance of the library when they are not evening keeping their patrons safe? Dallas is not THAT bad of a city, it’s not all that scary so WHY is our main library a haven for homeless? I know part of it is that the homeless don’t really have anyplace to go during the day and it does get awfully hot in Dallas, but damn the library should not be a place I am afraid to take my children. Why can’t the city place officers in the library to patrol and keep patrons safe? Why aren’t there some kind of alarms to sound when there is a homeless issue in the library – like in the hospital (Code Pink – infant abduction, Code Red – Fire, Code Rush Show of authority to neutralize a situation, etc.) to help with the situation because the current practice of removing someone from the library and banning them temporarily is not good enough.

I’m lucky I suppose living North of Dallas in a nice city with a wonderful library. It’s just a shame the main Dallas library isn’t like that.

Cutting Edge

I did something the other day that I can't believe I did. I cut my hair - myself. Not really short - just trimmed. It's kind of layered now, so it curls up more. I'll post a pic later (I took one earlier but I looked majorly crappy - great hair, just crappy me). Hubby didn't even notice it was cut.

Coming Tomorrow!

My well thought out comentary on the state of the Dallas Public Library.

Good News!

I have so much to write, been so busy lately - I was going to write today, but a certain sister of mine (D) side tracked me. ;o) I had fun, up untill the air-conditioning compressor in her car died. Bummer. But on an up side for her, it looks as if she will get a new car sooner than she anticipated (downside for her husband is that he will have to give up his beloved Mustang).

Anyway- on to the GOOD news!!!

HUBBY GOT A JOB!!!! His contract was to end tomorrow (and it will actually) but someone got FIRED at his job and HE got offered the job. He didn't know it until he got home. The agency he's been working through called about 2:30 PM and left a message that they had really good news and wanted him to call back before 6 PM. He got home at 5:30 PM and I told him to call them ASAP. The official offer - he'll be making more than he was contract, but not quite as much as he was at his tech support job, but alas, the tech job high is a thing of the past we are just thankful he has a job.

A - you are definitly insane for not taking advantage of the hotel room to chill by yourself. *sigh* you must have spoke before you could consider your options. Your judgemnet is impared right now, must be the pregnancy - after all you did admit that you want to see From Kelly To Justin... ;o) I rest my case.

Have fun letting the kids pee in the pool. lol

Posers Piss Me Off!!

Today I came upon someone's blog. He claims to be a US soldier in Iraq. Why does this piss me off? Because I know this is utter and complete bull shit. I have a dear friend who is in Kuwait - ya know, right next to Iraq. He's in the military and we write each other very often. He recently got internet access... or should I say he got e-mail. The military does not allow them to access almost anything, pretty much ALL he can do is e-mail. AND he's sooooo busy he's lucky if he get's to send out more than 3 or 4 e-mails in one day, currently he's not sent me an e-mail since the morning of the 25th. This guy works 12 hours a day and they don't get days off. This is still a war zone, there is NO off time. Mr. Poser also claims to have just watched a bootleg copy of 'The Hulk'. Hmmmm... I find that hard to believe also. Mail generally takes at the very least 3 weeks to reach the recipient. I've caught SEVERAL lies in Mr. Posers posts - it makes me want to vomit that some stupid kid thinks its cool to pretend he's a soldier risking his life in Iraq.

L - Your page looks fab! 2 things - one, how are you doing those cool titles? and two, are you going to get comments?

Zombies

I'm so excited. A NEW Zombie movie! I LOVE ZOMBIES!!! 28 Days Later opens tomorrow. I must find someone to go see this with, hubby hates Zombie movies. I watched the 6 minute preview on the site for the movie - damn, it looks so fucking cool.

And Now For Some Good News!

Seems the Supreme Court finally got their heads out of their asses - readSupreme Court Strikes Down Gay Sex Ban. Well heads out of their asses or maybe they realized they were really missing blow jobs. Oral Sex makes everything better. ;o) (yeah I know I need a smack. Spank me! Spank me!)

Thsi is my favorite rediculous quote from the article Texas defended its sodomy law as in keeping with the state's interest in protecting marriage and child-rearing. Homosexual sodomy, the state argued in legal papers, "has nothing to do with marriage or conception or parenthood and it is not on a par with these sacred choices."
hehehe... yeah whatever. As if a majority of sex these days is for the express purpose of having children. And my question is how exactly is it that GLBT people having the freedom to have sex threaten 'marriage and child-rearing'. I suppose that if two hetrosexual people live together but have no intentions of having children they aren't supposed to have sex - I mean that has nothing to do with marriage or conception or parenthood. Why is Texas so uptight? And honestly is it THAT important that everyone get married and have kids? And apparently being a single parent is not an option either. It appears to me that homosexuals aren't against 'The American Family' but Texas is. Maybe there's not enough interns in the capital...

Inappropriate Advertising

I just checked how my page looks. It looks like I haven't done any permanent damage or lost any content. Archives are working (not that I can imagine anyone actually wanting to read my old shit).

While looking at my page my gaze wandered to the top where Blogger puts adds. I see that one of the ads on my page is for a 'Gay Love Spell'. WTF? I went to check L's page to see if she also had the 'Gay Love Spell' ad since she just started using blogger. Nope, hers are typical weight loss ads seen everywhere on the internet. I wonder how I get so damn lucky to have the 'Gay Love Spell' ad? How do they choose what blog get's what ad? Is it completly random? Do they search for a particular subject to see how often it comes up on someone's page? I guess I should be glad I don't talk much about hemaroids or Prince Albert Piercings - those would be bizarre ads to have on my page.

Speaking of advertising, I was reading an article recently where a pizza place paid homeless people to hold up a sign saying that the pizza place paid them to hold the sign up instead of begging for money. Apparently they get some pizza, a drink and a few dollars for holding the sign for an hour. Hmmm... I guess I really don't see any problem with that, at least they are doing something to EARN some money. Some people don't like this practice... and not because they say it exploits homeless people (now isn't that a rediculous thought - how is giving someone a job explotation?), but because of ad noise. Apparently we are so bombarded with advertising everyday everywhere we look that it's just noise to us and we don't even notice the ads. Critics are sayign that this practice just ads to the ad noise. I don't know, sounds like sour grapes to me. I think it's better than giving the homeless a handout. but hey, what do I know?

Call Me Ms. Fix-It

Last night after everyone was in bed I decided to get a screwdriver and fix my VCR. Seems the tape was just shoved in to far and the eject mechinism was jammed. All I had to do was take the case off the VCR and lift the tape out, now it works fine. It took 5 minutes and I didn't even turn the VCR off (probably not the smartest thing to do, just didn't realize it was still plugged in and on until I had the tape in my hand.)

Changes Happening

I decided Karmically Challenged Life needed a new look. I like the way the new blogger stuff seems to be working so far.

(later)
Well I suck at this. Hopefully this will fix it.

(later still)

OK, enough fucking with this. I fixed it, it's back - the same as before - but it's back. One good thing, I got my archives back! Woohoo!!!!

Brand New Day

Seems that yesterday Blogger was upgrading the system. So far it seems pretty cool. So far, but my Archives no longer work... wonder why not.

Renegade Goose

Today was Super Girl's second dance class. We got there about 15 minutes late, which is not good since class only lasts 45 minutes, but it's not really a huge deal. She's just 4. On the way to dance class I told her that we would stop and feed the ducks on the way back. I hold off feeding Cabbage Patch the Goldfish crackers while the class is going on and as promised we stop to feed the ducks. First there was just one lone and rather mangie looking duck - really it looked bad, I don't know if it was molting or was in a fight, but it definitly needed a membership to the hair club for ducks, he had some major male pattern baldness going on, he also had some bare spots on the back. Anyway, that's the duck we started with, just tossing crackers to it until two of the BIG FAT ducks caught on that there was food being passed out. So they head over after a few minutes and most of the tiny snack bag of crackers, more ducks and a goose decided to join the buffet. As the goose swam over he was honking, he got to shore he kept honking. He circled us looking for food honking and honking. I kept telling Super Girl to not get to close to the ducks. Well the bastard goose walks over to Cabbage Patch who was still in her stroller and he bites her on the leg! (I guess bite is technically correct even though they don't have teeth) I smacked at the goose, just barely got it on the neck. It continued to circle around us honking and honking, then it lunged forward and started pecking at Super Girls dance bag - I smacked it right on the beak with the bag of raisins I was carring. Then he backed of and headed back to the water. Damn bird! I was afraid he was going to hurt my baby! I'm tougher than any stupid goose.

Disgusting Things Kids Do...

Last night hubby made popcorn for the kids to eat while watching a movie. Part way through the movie Cabbage Patch started sneezing. I told hubby to go get her some allergy medicine, apparently her allergies were bothering her again (it's a constant here in Texas). About 15 or 20 minutes later she crawls in my lap, I look at her and see what looks like a piece of popcorn up one nostril. So I say "Oh great, she shoved a piece of popcorn up her nose." Then I have to do the dreaded deed of removing the offending object from her nose. So I do, and it's NOT popcorn, it's a fairly large piece of cardboard, like a piece from a book or puzzle. I'm like 'well no wonder you were sneezing. Why the hell would you shove that up there?' Of course I muse these to myself knowing full well that my nearly 2 year old will not give me a coherent or logical answer to my question. In my 4.5 years of being a mom this is the FIRST time I've ever had to fish something out of a nose. Super Girl NEVER did that, although I did fear she would - she seemed to do EVERYTHING else. I've done plenty of other things, reached into a commode to retrieve the one and only binky that would put my child to sleep, done the visual check of the diaper looking for missing item (luckily I've found missing item not in diaper every time), had to induce vomiting once, been vomited on a few times, been peed on several times, had to clean the tub out after child pooped in bath, had to clean child and room and crib after they removed diaper full of poop and made huge mess - done that one a few times also. But now, the ever popular item up the nose has happened to me, and with the child I least suspected would do something like that. It's a cosmic joke on me.

L, you are killing me! "Joe looks like he gets drunk on weekends, ties retarded people to the bumper of his truck and drags them to their deaths. " That is too damn funny. I like Joe, I think he's cute and Super Girl LOVES Joe, she's going to marry him - she told me this. I honestly try not to watch the shows all that much. The one's I don't mind I let the kids watch, the ones that bug the crap out of me or creep me out (Jay Jay the Jet Plane or 7 Little Monsters) are never to be watched in my house. If you're choosing to watch childrens programing, maybe you should get cable. ;o)

L - glad your DSL(and phone) is back! I know how much of a pain in the ass it can be to have it out.

I can identify with you on this whole diabetic thing. It seems that everyone in my family get's diagnosed when they get older. My grandmother got diagnosed about 2 years ago, my grandmother who passed away last year was diagnosed probably 7 - 10 years prior to her passing, my grandfather was in the same boat, and I expect my father to be diagnosed within the next 3 years... him as well as most of his brothers (I think a couple of them already have been). I know none of them are my mother, but it is a clear genetic link.

I have a suggestion on how to handle Minh. She seems like a sweet, well meaning grandmotherly person. Apeal to her need to nurture you. Confide in her that your working hard to loose weight and ask for her help to keep you on track. Tell her you need her to be your cheerleader/food police (even though you really only need protection from her!) and ask her to help keep sweet nummies off your desk. I bet she would be thrilled to be 'helping' you out and would readily agree. Then anytime she slips up and brings a sweet nummy, you can say "Oh gosh I can't eat that, remember I have to watch my snacks." ... if that doesn't work lie to her. Tell her that your doctor told you to stay away from sweets/snacks, a lot of times telling people you have a medical condition or are under doctors orders will make them stop something when out right asking hasn't worked.

This could be VERY possitive for you. Last weekend, hubby said that he would start the Atkins diet with me, which was great because I didn't have to make special for him and struggle to not take a nibble. AND he didn't bring a bag of cookies home mid week. So it's nice to have someone else who will be supportive. The exercise will help also, last week I started walking and got 4 walks in, by Saturday I had lost about an inch in my waist and my pants fit better!

Good Luck! I really think this will work, sometimes you have to come out and talk directly to the source of your problem and ask them for help. A while back I asked my sister to not bring any junk food over when she visited - she is notorious for bringing junk for my kids (she's an aunt it's her job) - and she has been so darn good about not bringing junk. Well I need to get off my butt and get ready for work.