Halloween (sorta) Party

We had a surprise party this Saturday. We didn't have any plan and the plans of other people fell through so SURPRISE we had a party at our house. It kind of was just supposed to be a board game night but copious amounts of alchohol turns things into a PARTY. It was fun. I took photos, Petey and I are stupid drunk people and feel that it's imperative that we get a photographic log of our drinking endevors.

So here in pictures is our impromptu party.



Sober people. Mystical D and The Queen, The Redneck (with a child foot in his hand) and B with K.


Let the Drinking Start!! 1st drink, second and third (or forth...) drink. Petey sharing a beer with ET.


Who's drunker? I'm not sure what is going on in the next photo, I think it's something gay though.


The glow in the dark zombie that landed in my shirt. Petey with Bono-esque glasses on. See!! Bill IS a QUEEN! He looks good in a tiara though.



Mystical D is piling zombies on my cat. I guess she likes it.


Isn't he pretty when he's drunk?


I don't know what the fuck these are pictures of.


Here I am drunk - but I lost my drinking buddy. Oh, there he is.

And the conversation turned to sex toys...


Ummm... I know you've been called a dick head before, but that's now where it goes.

All good things must come to an end... especially when I have to work in the morning! Besides it was 2 am! (actually 1 am with time change crap)

Good Bye Mystical D

Good Bye Drunk Petey

Good Bye Redneck

Good Bye Queen


You don't even want to know... but he was begging for it!

And what would a drunken party be without some pussy.

Breaking My Heart

Dear Cabbage Patch;

Sometimes it really does suck to be the youngest. My heart was breaking for you when your daddy left with Super Girl, leaving you stareing at the door through big wet tears. The injustice of life was quite painful at that moment. I remember the same 'too little' moments in my life dear. Take heart sweet baby, it all balances out later in life. There will be countless times you get to do something that your sister will protest "What??? You never let me do that at her age!" Those moments will be golden and well worth the tiny injustices of childhood.

Love,
Mom

Easily Amused

Yes I am. This morning I handed each of the Little People the clothing they were to wear. Both of my progeny got dressed. I thought Cabbage Patch's pants looked a bit odd but didn't give it more than a thought as we were running late which meant we would litterally be running to the bus stop.

Sometime after nap Cabbage Patch comes out of the bathroom with her pants and undies pulled up over the front part of her tee shirt. Her panties were pulled up about two inches above the waist band for her pants and I could see the tag for her pants sticking up. I got the giggles. She didn't want to turn her pants around the right way either. Heh.

New Blog!

That spiteful little monkey has gotten his own blog. Go check out Angry Albino Sock Monkey Rants. So far it's just a bunch of pictures of the little fucker - he's vain.

Halloween Hectic!

Sheesh! Halloween is just days away! What the fuck? How did that happen???? *sigh* I have to finish costumes for both of the Little People (Cabbage Patch's is nearly complete) and a costume for K (it's going to kick ass). I'm so damn busy. I'm not even cleaning house (which I need to do before things start to obscure the floor) - well that's a bit of a lie, I did clean the living room this morning, but I'm leaving the rest for K when he get's home. Yikes! I can't believe I'm going to leave a task like that to him. Everyone know's I'm totally neurotic! Okay, deep breaths... I'll be fine. I have to go now, must work out while I have time and before my ass decides to get 3 inches wider.

Space Talk

Conversation on the way home from Wally World.

Cabbage Patch: Where we going?
Me: Home.
(moments pass)
Super Girl: Where are we going?
Me: Home.
(2 minutes later)
CP: Where we going?
Me: *sigh* Home.
(1 minute later)
CP: Where we going?
SG: Where are we going?
Me: Mars.
CP: Where we going?
Me: Mars. We are going to Mars.
CP: Mars?
Me: Yes, we are going to Mars right now.
SG: Mom, did you call Washington?
Me: *giggling*

Now how did she know that a trip to Mars would have to be approved by the government? *sigh* Memo to self, call govt. and get trip to Mars approved. Also call Tooth Fairy and get on her schedule for Wednesday night. Yes, Super Girl lost another tooth. She's thrilled to now have a large gap where her too front teeth used to reside. And she has a cute lisp now.

Political Laughs

This is funny. I think I shall never be able to think of Disney in the same way.

Movie Comments

My recent trip to the library found me in possesion of the DVD for 'Dangerous Liaisons'. I had never seen that movie. When it came out I was still in high school and was completly disinterested in watching anything like that. I only picked this up at the library because it was the only Grown Up movie that I had not seen and looked at least mildly entertaining. That and I do like Glenn Close.

So we watched the movie. I enjoyed the movie quite a bit. Glenn Close and John Malkovich are such superb actors and the story is just fabulous. My only kvetch - Who the FUCK had the bright idea to cast Keanu Reeves in this movie? He was soooooo awful. Although his part was rather small and his actual screen time was quite short - he was totally and completly distracting for every second he was on screen. Every time he opened his mouth the belivability of the movie plumeted, the quality suffered and I could almost see his co-stars cringe at his ever utterance. I admit, he is very pretty to look at, but he's a HORRIBLE actor. My personal plea to Keanu - Please, please stop ruining movies with your 'acting' (unless it's another barely watchable sequel to Bill & Ted's Excelent Adventure - in which you were fucking perfect!). People still want to see you, just not watch you act - take up underwear modeling. And while your at it, pass along this message to Ben Affleck, he's another one I'd rather just look at than have to watch 'act'. Much Warmth, Judy.

Rainy Day

Dear lord it is raining here. It's BEEN raining most of the day. Most of the FREAKING day. Not a steady pattering rain, but a soft almost mist rain that I didn't even know was going on until Cabbage Patch stared at the window and proclaimed "It raining" to which my all knowing mommyness decreed that it was in fact NOT raining, a fact that I had deducted from the fact that I did not hear rain, hear thunder or see the flashing of lightening, therefore it could not be raining but was infact just cloudy. Cabbage Patch, being the astute and observant toddler that she is, ignored my proclaimation and again stated the obvious to me, this time pointing at the window as if to emphasize without saying "Look you oblivious woman, it IS raining, open your damn eyes and look!" I walked to the window that she was pointing at and peeked out the blinds, upon seeing the wet pavement I was compelled to open the front door and peer out and say "Well what do you know, it is raining." That was early this morning - well earlier today, it was sometime after 9:30 am but before lunch.

3:30 pm today (time to walk to get Super Girl from the bus) it was still raining/misting. *sigh* Rainy cloudy days like that make it difficult for me to find any motivation to do anything other than lay on the couch with the television on drifting in and out of sleep getting up from the couch only to pee and to get more coffee and a sandwich. Not that ever happens, but that's all I WANT to do. Cabbage Patch is never motivated to do that. She's motivated to dump all her toys on the floor then refuse to pick them up. She's motivated to go to her room and come down 10 minutes later in a mismatched outfit complete with feathered hat and colorful lei then preform an interesting tribal song and dance routine while trying to keep a pair of my high heels on her tiny feet. She's motivated to grab Sunshine and try to wrap her up like a baby then chase her when she runs under the table, grabbing her leg and not letting go until either the cat wiggles free or I threaten to spank her. She's motivate to tell me she's hungry (thirsty) go to the fridge with me in tow, stand with the door open and change her mind 6 different times as to what she wants to drink, finally setteling on the first option offered and then changing her mind right after said liquid is securely in the no-spill sippy cup and throwing not quite so non-spilling non-spill sippy cup on the floor and screaming at me until I pick up cup, put back in fridge and leave her to whine in private. She's motivated to argue with me about what pair of panties she will wear today then put them on backwards and refusing to turn them around resulting in a daylong wedgie that for some reason does not bother her, but bothers me every damn time I see it (which unfortunately for me is far to frequent since she changed from shorts to a short cute skirt).

I still cling to the fantasy of laying on the sofa and watching television between near coma like napping, exiting bed only to take care of necessary things. Truly this is on my list of fantasies. Right under a week of being naked with XXX and a box of cool sex toys all with everlasting, never dieing batteries, a gallon jug of Astroglide and several bottles of cheap, tasty wine. (I know, no one really wanted to know that, but hey I'm sharing).

If there is an all powerful being somewhere, I am imploring him to either stop the rain or make The Tiny Terrorists very very sleepy, mommy wants to veg. *sigh* Gotta go make them put on shoes and go to the grocery store - hey all powerful, while your at it could you send over a pizza too so I don't have to go out? Hmmm? Maybe?

Poop Video

No I'm not talking about some pervert fetish video, I'm talking about a potty training video we purchased when Super Girl was first starting to potty train. It seemed like a really good idea. It was Bear In The Big Blue House (which is a whole other issue I'll get into later) which was a show Super Girl LOVED. It seemed promising that she might be convinced to use the potty by a giant ratty looking bear off the Disney Channel where we had failed to convince her to do as such on a regular basis. The video just didn't live up to it's potental. Super Girl watched it a couple of times then never glanced at it again. Eventually she did use the potty.

Fast forward 3 years. Cabbage Patch found the video amongst the hundreds and hundreds of child friendly videos hidden in a cabinet. Every few month when my sanity levels begin to dip dangerously into the 'Will Go On A Homicidal Shooting Spree' zone every time I hear a certain video, I know it's time to change out the videos. In this latest cycle I found that video and put it in circulation. This decision was based on two facts 1) that Cabbage Patch is nearly potty trained and just needs to consistently poop in the toilet and 2) I had completly forgotten the content of the video.

We don't have cable (no we don't live in a cave, we just don't have cable) so Cabbage Patch has never been inducted into the Disney Cult via it's direct mind control link of The Disney Channel. (This seems to only work on toddlers. As soon as Super Girl became preschool aged her loyalties changed and she became a Nick Jr. zombie.) Bear In The Big Blue House was new and exciting for her. All the freaky little creatures were interesting. And everyone of them was talking poop. I watched the video with Cabbage Patch and wondered what the hell I had been thinking when I purchased it. Pretty quickly in the video we have the 'pleasure' of seeing a neurotic blue mouse sitting on the toilet. I'm not even sure you can show that on television! Later Bear is summoned to the toilet to help the whiney little bear out as she's had an accident - again, another creature sitting on the throne. Everyone talks very frankly about pooping and toilets - it's like a conversation with a room full of retired people where the topics range from frequency, laxitives, fiber and 'roids. Just about the time I'm starting to be totally creeped out by the twin otters discussing using the potty in their sing-songy way, it's time for a song! Yeah you guessed it, it's a song about using the potty. Great, a catchy little tune about going poop. Just what I need. A poop song stuck in my head (and yes I did have it in my head for a bit). The video itself is relatively harmless if a bit on the creepy side (at least to me). She's watched it a total of two times. Has it worked? Two shitty diapers later say no it hasn't.

Charitable Causes Indeed!

I'm noticing a very disturbing trend, mass marketing, merchandising and proffiting all in the name of charity. Seems like every magazine I flip through (flip through because I never have any time to read more than one a half pages at a time and generally by the time I get back to the magzine (potty break again) I've either forgotten what I was reading, lost my page or the Little People have decided to reinact the story of Noah in my bathroom thereby rendering all reading material within spashing distance or on the floor utter trash) I notice some thing disguised as charity. Either last month or this month is Breast Cancer Awareness month (I forget which month, I'm damn luck if I am aware of what freaking day it is when I wake up so don't expect me to be aware of "Fill-in-the-blank Awareness month"), a lot of merchandisers are offering cute little pink ribbon things where a portion (usually 1 % or so) will go to some kind of breast cancer fund. Target is not to bad in this area, they say that all of the proceeds from the sales of their Pink line of crap goes to a fund. Yoplait has a save the lid compaign - you save the lids, mail them back and they donate like $.10 a lid donation (up to $1.2 million) . All this bothers me. Not the giving to a charitable cause but the merchandising around it. If Yoplait is willing to donate $1.2 million then why don't they just do it and not have people mail back the nasty lids to their yogurt. And what-the-fuck-ever with the other merchandise. Why should I buy some overpriced running shoes? Because of the cute pink ribbon on them? So everyone will know that a portion of my money went to research ($2 from the $70 price tag)? Can't I just donate directly to the fund and not buy the crappy pink candles from Target? Do I have to become a walking billboard for a cause to show my support? I wonder is THIS the ONLY way people will donate to worthy causes? If there is a cute scarf/shirt/hat/cup/etc. in the exchange? Seems that more and more of the organizations giving to charities are using that to make themselves $$$.

Maybe I'm just being jaded and bitchy - which is entirely possible and probable, I'm tired, I didn't make much in commision today and I can't remember where my family is, no I didn't misplace them or anything, I just can't remember where they are supposed to be right now and I hope I'm not supposed to be picking them up. I need a nap.

Vanilla Syrup, Racing and Fall Is Here

Last night was just me and the Little People. K had to assist Petey on an important mission so he wouldn't be home until the wee hours of this morning.

Fabulous Dinner (According To The Little People)

When it's just me and the kids I usually don't make a big dinner (I had intended to make chicken and eggplant parmesan). A lot of times we'll have sandwiches and salad or they'll have a TV dinner and I'll have a salad. Last night due to my incredible cravings for eggs with cheese and yummy sausage, I made French toast for the little ones (the eggs with cheese and sausage I made for myself). As I rarely ever make things that require syrup, we had none. I don't really like syrup though - real maple syrup is okay (but expensive) but most of the other stuff is just nasty. After commiting to French toast I realized that I would either have to walk to the store (which the kids had already said they didn't want to do) or just make some. Makeing was the easiest thing to do so we had the nummiest vanilla syrup to go with the French toast.

After dinner it was outside to burn off some excess energy (for the kids, not for me, I have no excesses of energy). I had the Little People run up and down the sidewalk. I raced with them when they started to get bored with running. After the races I looked up at the trees over the creek and realized "Oh my, fall really is here." It actually LOOKS like fall is here looking at the trees and all. This really pretty fall look only lasts for about a week around here, so it was a nice surprise. Of course it's still hot here and it's humid so it doesn't feel anything like fall. It would be nice if we had 4 actual seasons here in Texas.

Is This Normal?

I've had two men I previously dated contact me in two weeks. I haven't dated either in about 2 years. Haven't spoke to either in about as long also. Both want to see me and were disapointed that I have a wonderful boyfriend. And they both ended the conversation with something along the lines of 'if you change your mind, let me know, I'd love to see you'. Hmmm... it's been 2 years, I'm not that 'unforgetable'. Is it NORMAL for a guy to just out of the blue contact someone from 2 years ago for a date/sex/etc.? Strikes me as odd, but what do I know?

Anyway, they both said some really nice things to me (yes I know they were just hopeing their lines would lead to sex or whatever, but sometimes it's nice to hear some flattery). Good luck to them on finding someone else. I'm quite happy with XXX in my life.

Sidewalk Gallery Part II



Tonight I took the Little People out to play outside (to minimize the amount of mess they were making in the house also). We completed more of our sidewalk art gallery with the help of some of the neighborhood kids.


Who would have thought that a bag full of sidewalk chalk and some hoola hoops would make my front step THE place to come play.

How The Charm Me #3458

Put a doll cap on the cat and proclaim "She's a baby!" while giving me a cute look. Cat humiliation is endearing.

Overheard At The Bus Stop...
Or Welfare Mamma Rollcall!

Her: You didn't know she was mine?
Him: Uh-uh.
Her: Nee-Nee! Cedra! Bri! Cedrick! Myron! Get over here!
(*note the one son isn't in the group as he's been suspended from the bus for 30 days)
Her: Bri! Bri! Bri! What is wrong with you???

Me: *thinking, not speaking* What is wrong with YOU not her???

I'm really tripped by this woman - she's the one with the son with discipline issues who's daddy is locked up. I don't know that she IS a welfare mamma but she's got the whole sterotypical welfare mamma look and attitude. She's been at the bus stop in her night gown and slippers. Well I don't know that I've ever seen her in any other foot wear other than slippers honestly. She's a big woman, nothing wrong with that, and she comes off as being rather lazy - she generally drives her kids to the bus stop instead of walking the block to it, and she often remarks that she's going back home to go back to sleep. She perplexes me.

How To Irritate Me #123

Kick your fluffy bedding of pine shavings out of your cage and onto the floor right after I finish vaccuming the area.

How To Charm Me #2034

Stick your cute little gerbil face up against the bars of the cage as I hold the vaccum cleaner hose up to it.

Why Cats? Why?

WHY does a cat HAVE to get on the clean, fresh from the dryer laundry right after I put it on the sofa to fold? Why????

WHY does a cat have to leap into your seat when you get up to get a glass of water? WHY?? And why do they look so freaking surprised and insulted when they get moved from that spot? It happens EVERY time so why be surprised?

WHY is it that regardless of the temperature in the house a cat will sit on an unattended heating pad as though it's sub zero temperatures in the house?

Seeing Red


I recolored my hair today while Cabbage Patch napped and it's back to the color I prefer. I'm happy.

Report Cards

Today we got Super Girl's report card at her parent teacher meeting. She's doing fine, right on track. The teacher did say she talks to much. heh. I wonder where she got that from? *looking innocent*

Geek Alert!!

Ack! My geek gene has kicked in! Today I saw that Dallas Comicon is this weekend and I'm all excited about going. I am such a geek! I haven't been to a comic convention in over 10 years. It's cheap too! $5 to get in and the kids get in for free! Ohhhh I get to introduce my progeny to comic book geek mecca. *moment of revered silence*

And the guests! The guests! Brent Spiner (Data, Star Trek TNG), Michael Dorn (Worf, ST TNG) he is one hot man, John De Lancie (Q, ST TNG), Wil Wheaton (Wesley, ST TNG), Chase Masterson (Letta, ST DS9), Orli Shoshan (Star Wars E2/E3: Jedi - Shaak Ti), Herb Jefferson Jr. (Battlestar Galactica: Lt. Boomer), Peter Mayhew (Star Wars 3,4,5 & 6: Chewbacca) and the two that I'm really excited about... Kevin Conroy (Batman The Animated Series: Voice of Batman and Bruce Wayne) and Arleen Sorkin (Batman The Animated Series: Voice of Harley Quinn). I love the animated series, Harley is my favorite vilianess. Oh and some people from Buffy, but I have no clue who they are. Isn't that the coolest line up??? (just nod) I mean Chewbacca is gonna be there!!! I'm not a huge Star Wars geek (but my hidden Star Trek geekness is becoming harder to hide) - but damn it's Chewbacca!!!

Okay, deep breath... whew... okay, I'm fine now. I have to work Saturday as usual. I had considered taking the day off to go to a carnival at Super Girl's school but opted not to as I really NEED the money, now I wish I had bailed! Whaaaa! If nothing else I'll be able to go Sunday after work.

This concludes this totally geeked out moment.

Mavs Game


There are a few perks to where K works - just a few. The owners of the company have a suite at the American Airlines center and they often offer up tickets to sporting events to the employees. We've gone to a couple of Stars games and usually it's pretty damn cool to be in the suite. Last night it kind of sucked. The game sucked, for some reason our platinum tickets did not include a parking pass so we had to drive around and find parking that was less than $15 to park and still within walking distance, the suite wasn't catered with food this time so K had to go find food and for some reason buying food on the Platinum level means playing a Platinum price - he spent $40 for 2 hot dogs, a hamburger, a chicken sandwich and two cokes. Yikes. I'm not sure why they didn't cater the event this time, they have all the others - with less people in attendance. I didn't really mind having to buy my food, just kind of shocked at the prices. So it wasn't all that I had hoped for. We left at the beginning of the 4th period as the game was pretty sloppy and the Mavs were still losing. Oh well, it was a night out and it didn't involve being abducted by aliens (ohhh those anal probes are uncomfortable!).

Bad MoJo From A Cup Of Joe?

As I sit here looking forward to my third (and final) cup of coffee for the day, I read THIS article that says that moderate to high levels of coffee consuption could be bad. (apparently more than 1 cup a day is considered moderate to high for this study) Hmmm... Something to think about, but I'm still making that cup of coffee.

Political Cartoon

heh... not the best, but John Kerry in drag is funny.

UFO

Seems the woman who started it all with alien abduction stories has passed on. Read the story here.

My favorite line in the whole article is: Hill had gone a bit commercial herself, trying to fight UFO fantasies with a 1995 self-published book, "A Common Sense Approach to UFOs." Bwhahahahahaha! That title is too much! "A Common Sense Approach to UFOs." heh... Say it out loud, it's even funnier. Too bad she didn't come out with a companion book titled "A Common Sense Approach to Alien Abductions." hehe... I'm so tempted to find that book, I'm not sure I could actually read it, maybe my father-in-law (who has claimed to have been abducted himself) would read it though.

Sidewalk Art Gallery


Tonight in a desperate attempt to save my sanity while I awaited K's return home and for the start of his shift of PARENT I let the Tiny Terrorists draw on the sidewalk. Well let me correct myself, in a desperate moment I opened the door in hopes that K would be driving up, Super Girl being keen of eye, saw her opportunity to become covered in colorful chalk dust and grabbed all her chalk and dashed out the door, knowing that I was exhausted mentally and physically and would have more trouble herding her and Cabbage Patch back indoors. I was also hopeing that the fresh air would help release some of the Demons of Chaos and Whining that were inhabiting Cabbage Patch - that did not work.

We did however create some lovely works of art.


Here are Super Girl's lovely house art and Cabbage Patch's abstract work.

Angry Albino Sock Monkey Is Watching YOU!

Gerbil Condo


Thanks to B, Bea now has a new cage. It looks like a swank gerbil condo. She's been running all over the new cage and won't come out at all now. heh. I'm cool with that, one behind the refrigerator incident is enough for me. We now have on happy rodent (and I'm not talking about the one that lives in the Magic Kingdom).

8:30 AM, Looks Like The Start Of A Great Day!


I know you're probably pondering why I'd have a stupid picture of my alarm clock. I took that to commemorate this day as a rare day of sleeping in. I slept in until 8:30 am! The Little People slept in until shortly after that.

Super Girl's school has an inservice day or something today, so she's off - which is not a great thing, as I have gotten quite used to her being gone from 7:45 until 3:45. I'll survive though, I prepared. A quick trip to the library yesterday yielded some books and a couple of DVDs. I have a few errands to run today that should wear out the kids and keep my house in a relatively clean disposition.

Anyway, just had to brag about my sleeping in!

Forensic Detective

I get home, walk into my bathroom, I notice blood on the toilet seat, bloody finger prints on the toilet paper, blood streaks in the sink (obviously someone tried to clean that up) and a blood soaked band aid on the counter near the sink. I wonder what the hell has happened, who got hurt, was it a blood sacrifice? I wonder if there is a note explaining the DNA evidence all over my bathroom. No blood in the living room, no note either, no message on the phone and no callers (nobody loves me! Whaaaaa! Kidding, just kidding). I continue to the kitchen, more curious than ever. I wonder if someone stepped on some stray glass from the broken Margarita pitcher (Whaaaa!)? I wonder if there has been a blood ritual and I wasn't invited? I wonder. I call Petey as I know K is with him. K's answer to my inquiry as to the blood soaked bathroom? Oh, I thought I got that all cleaned up. K, take my advice, don't ever take up a life of crime. He explained the blood and who it leaked from. All is well, no one is dead, no blood ritual happened, no one is seriously harmed. Apparently Super Girl was sneaking around to mess with something she isn't supposed to have and ended up cutting her thumb. She's fine. K said she didn't even cry. Off to clean up the crime scene.

Odd Discovery

While walking home from the bus with the little people, we discovered a couple of persimmon trees (or one very large one that's behind another tree - not sure, haven't checked really). The fruit on the tree isn't quite ripe yet so me and the children are watching the progress. I've never had a persimmon so I have no idea if they are even worth picking when they are ripe or if they should just be left for the racoons.

There are several pecan trees along the trail we walk as well. Since this is has been a particularly wet and mild summer the pecan trees have been bursting with nuts. I'm still debating taking the little people on a nut gathering trip - I really don't want to be cracking buckets and buckets full of nuts.

Anyway, it's odd to see things like that so close to me.

Who Would Have Thought?

A while back I read an article (I forget in what publication) that mentioned cinnamon had some substancial health benefits. According to a study done December 2003 participants of the study reduced their blood sugars and triglycerides by 20 - 30% and their bad LDL cholestral by about 20%. (Participants of the study all had type 2 diabetes). These benefits are compariable to statin drugs, but no side effects. Another study found that cinnamon cut blood sugar levels by 20-30%.

This worked with both the powdered form and the supliment form but not the oils as the polyphenols have been removed in processing of the oil. Researchers say half a teaspoon a day (of the powdered) is all that's needed.

Anyway, I thought that was interesting, it's not just good in cookies, it's good for you. Maybe I'll get my father in law and my dad each cases of cinnamon for their birthdays (coming up soon).

Prison Break


My morning usually starts like this: The alarm goes off, I get out of bed (eventually, usually by the third time I get out of bed), I go to the kitchen, turn on the lights and start making breakfast and coffee, then to the computer to check the news, as I walk past the gerbil cage I say hi to Bea. This morning I got to the part where I peer into the cage and say hi to Bea only to be met with a gerbil-less cage. I tap the cage to see if she's just hiding under the shredded stuff. Nope, no gerbil. Suddenly I'm wide awake despite not having had even a sip of my coffee yet. As I have Tiny Preditors (cats) my next thought was 'Holy shit! There's a half eaten gerbil carcas around her somewhere!' I didn't recall stepping on it si I made a quick search of the living room, dining room and kitchen. No crime scene. I dash upstairs to K who was in the shower and poke my head in the door to inform him that Bea is missing. Back down the stairs to search for a missing gerbil. I check the bar where the cage sits, I check the counter below as well. No gerbil. At this point I notice The Best Fucking Mouser In Texas AKA Sunshine sitting patiently stareing at the refrigerator - more precisely at the space between the refrigerator and the wall. I surmise that the gerbil must be behind the refrigerator. Hmmm... That's good and bad. Good that she's still alive, good because Sunshine can't reach her, bad because I can't reach her. I begin smacking one side of the refrigerator with one of the Little People's swim noodles and peeking in the other side - Bea comes out just a bit then will dart back behind the refrigerator. Grrrr... K comes down from his shower and I inlist him in banging on the refrigerator while I prepare to grab the gerbil. We do that for about 5 minutes as the Little People look on in amazement and confusion. K has enough and starts pulling the refrigerator out. I did not do this before for one main reason. We have things on top of the refrigerator. Things like the food processor, the bread maker, a wine holder, a box of fancy oriental soup bowls, the food steamer, etc. I did not want something to fall and break or worse fall and squash a gerbil. Anyway, we have discovered the best way to flush out a fugitive gerbil is to drop an expensive Margarita pitcher from the back of a refrigerator (yes I know, probably not the smartest place to keep the pitcher, but my storage space is limited). Bea shot out from behind the refrigerator and into the middle of the kitchen. Then the chase began. She was terrified. We had trouble getting ahold of her as she ran through the kitchen, into the dining room, over the cat's food (that's just asking for trouble) and back into the kitchen, K finally got her and she's safely back in her cage... with something heavy on the escape hatch.

Well that's my excitement for the morning, probably don't need this cup of coffee now.

Someplace Just As Stupid As Texas

I came across this story about a woman getting in hot water for selling a duck sponge that vibrates. Apparently Texas is not the only state with anti-vibrator laws. Sheesh. Well I'm off to bed to test out my contraband items. ;o)

Vague Talk

So the debate is about to start (yes I'm actually watching it - I've watch all of the others as well) and this guy is talking to the audience, telling everyone that it's important they remain quiet while the debate is going on, then he says "...or something really bad will happen to you." What??? Something REALLY BAD will happen? WTF? Like what? A Volkswagon will be dropped on that person? That would be really bad. The offending person will be drug off to the bathroom and given an atomic wedgie AND a swirlie? That would be really bad too. Would they take the noisy person's check book, head out to WalMart and purchase thousands of dollars worth of processed cheese and SPAM paying for all of it with a bad check? That would be bad. Would they drink all the milk out of the noisy persons fridge and put the empty carton back in the fridge? Or worse would they spit in the milk? That would be bad also. Or would the noisy person be ejected from the auditorium? Hmmm... probably not, that really doesn't seem so bad.

Debate is on, more later.

Distracting Ad


I was flipping through a magazine the other day - a parenting magazine at that - and I was caught off guard by this ad. I have no freaking idea what they are advertising, but I'm sold. Every time I try to read the details for the ad my eyes glaze over and drift back to the picture. I've gotta send a thank you note to whoever came up with this ad and to the person who was kind enough to know that mom's need distracting eye candy in the middle of their parenting magazine.

House of Horrors!!!

In keeping with the spirit of Halloween I've decided to have a House Of Horrors for my kids. Right here in my own home. I think I'll take the kids through it today even, I'll have activities for the kids - things that will make them scream and moan and just plain scare the crap out of them.

First I'll take them to the Laundry Room Of Terror! Where they will be face to face with a terrifying mountain of dirty laundry! They can battle with the ferocious Washing Machine Of Peril by throwing handfulls of dirty laundry into it's caverous mouth. Then they will face the Sock Devouring Dryer! Where in they will reach into it's dreadful mouth and remove the heated and imprisoned clothing. We'll end this room with some blood curdling laundry folding and the never ending horrific task of trying to find the matching sock.

The next room will be the Kitchen of Consternation!! The first place to visit is the Refrigerator Of No Return. For our protection we will be armed with disinfectant cleaner and sponges as we open the door to bravely face Bottom Shelf Fungus from The Depths Of HELL! After a few moments of ewwwing and ohhhing at the unidentifiable containers of long forgotten and untouched leftovers, we will have a disconcerting discussion with cheese so old it has grandchildren. From the there we will get upclose and personal with the Hidious Spots On The Floor! Armed with only a mop and bucket and with iminent peril at hand we will free our self from the tar-pit quality of the floor and vanquish the jelly splobs and other sticky spots.

On to the Living Room Living Dead! Here we will be met with Sofa Zombies as we lift the cushions and reveil the Grave Yard Of Half Eaten Snacks and Loose Change (and dice)! The screams! The fear! Luckily we will be armed with a vacuum cleaner so I'm not worried about my offspring being drug off to the land of the undead. When the sofa has been vanquished we will move on to more frightening places.

Up the stairs we will go. Before we can even make it to another room we will have to put down our protective stacks of neatly folded clean laundry and take on The Cat Box Of Dread! That's scary enough, I don't think I'll go into detail on that one.

Now to the second scariest room in the house - a place frightening enough to make anyone's teeth chatter at the mere thought of entering - The Bathroom Of Horror! First we will face the dreaded Toilet Of Termoil! They'll fight off the evil toilet with a toilet brush. Next to face Scary Soap Scum coating the bath tub! Ewwww! With rags and cleanser we will face down our fearsome opponent and make the tub sparkle. Before we leave we will have to handle the Terrifying Toothpaste Encrusted Sink! Aaaaaaahhhh!!! Noooooooo! Again thankfully we will have rags and cleanser to keep us safe and vanquish our evil foe.

The final and most frightening place in this home. You may not want to read any further if you have a nervous conditon or frighten eaisly. We'll go into THE KIDS ROOM! EEEKKK!!!! Those with a strong constitution will now face a room strewn with malevolent toys and evil dolls and dangerous blocks, haphazardly strewn with clothing, both clean and dirty. The dead eyes of stuffed animals will stare at us as though saying "Why? Why? Why have you let this happen to us?". Angry Albino Sock Monkies will glare at us from their beds mockingly saying "Enter if you dare!!" At this point I will shove the Little People forward with their protective armloads of neatly folded laundry and admonish them to PUT THEM AWAY NOW OR ELSE! as I flee in mortal terror.

It's all so damn frightening.

Holding Out On The Little People

Last night I got brave and started cleaning out my closet. Much to my delight and surprise I found a skeleton in my closet. And 3 Halloween kitties and a big plastic pumpkin bucket and a skull goblet with three rubber mice in it. All my Halloween decorations from when I worked as a corporate slave! I also discovered that at the bottom of the bucket was some long ago forgotten Halloween candy! YIKES! I dumped that in the garbage lest my young and impulsive progeny decide to eat a 4 year old candy bar.

This morning when the little people saw the treasures from my closet they accused me of holding out on them with all the fun stuff. I informed them that all of that crap was older than either of them and to hurry up and eat their breakfast. Silly children.

Touch
By Seal

Without your touch I've been lost without the things I love
Without your kiss I've been dreaming of the things I miss
Your eyes, your mouth, your lips, your touch
Your eyes, your mouth, your face, your touch

Who am I (Who am I)
Meant to tell (Meant to tell)
Of what will be (of what will be)
No one knows (Still)
Who am I (I need to know)
Meant to tell (What time itself)
What will be well (will really show)
Let it be

Each day we miss
I remember times I used to kiss
Your mouth, your eyes, your face, your touch

Who am I (Who am I)
Meant to tell (Meant to tell)
Of what will be well (of what will be)
No one knows (Still)
Who am I (I need to know)
Meant to tell (What time itself)
What will be well (will really show)
Let it be

(Still, I need to know
What time itself will really show
Still, I need to know
What time itself will really show)

And I say
Who am I (Who am I)
Meant to tell (Meant to tell)
Of what will be well (of what will be)
No one knows (Still)
Who am I (I need to know)
Meant to tell (What time itself)
What will be well (will really show)
Let it be

Who am I (Who am I)
Meant to tell (Meant to tell)
Of what will be well (of what will be)
No one knows (Still)
Who am I (I need to know)
Meant to tell (What time itself)
What will be well (will really show)
Let it be

Your mouth, your eyes, your face, your touch
Your touch
Your touch
Your touch
Your touch
....................

Beautiful song. Makes me think of XXX.

Sinus Medication + Dice = Bad Combination

The last gaming session happened on a Saturday when I worked very late and did not get home until nearly 6 pm. That means I didn't get a nap. I look forward to my weekend naps almost more than fresh batteries in my BOB. I NEED my weekend naps. I only nap on Saturdays and Sundays, so my nap time is special, magical and sacred even. I was not going to get my nap that day. It was far to late. People would be showing up soon and I can not sleep while people are making noise - I'm a light sleeper. I started making Krabby Patties for the little people while debating taking some sinus medication for the sinus headache that had crept into my brain while driving home. I kept hoping it would just go away on it's own but it wasn't to be. It was getting a little worse.

Petey showed up right on time, which is an unusual event as he and The Bear are notoriously late (The Bear always blames it on Petey, but this is the 2nd or third time he has show up sans The Bear and been on time or close to it so I'm starting to suspect she's the temporal distortion in this situation).

While waiting for everyone to show up, Petey and I had a rousing sword (fake, padded swords) fight in the living room and part way up the stairs - damn everyone with longer reach than I! Then we proceeded to smack the giggling Little People (who were supposed to be eating dinner but were far to distracted by our activities) with the swords.

Everyone showed up for the game, even people I had speculated would not - as in Giggles and the Postman, the New Mrs. S and her husband and most surprising of all, Pat. As usual the game got a late start (I believe that's normal for all D&D games though). I had decided to take a sinus tablet about half an hour before we got started. During K's battle with The Dreaded Cold, he had purchased some non drowsiness 24 hour medication to help him survive the virus. I took that. I didn't want to fall asleep in a couple of hours.

I sat down on the sofa next to Pat so we could chat. We talked about kids and schools and other semi-serious type stuff. Suddenly I felt like I'd had 4 shots of Tequila in 30 minutes. The rest of this account is kind of sketchy as my memory of the game and the occurances around said game are somewhat sketchy in my memory.

I remember stating that I was looped and blaming it on mixing sinus medication and copious amounts of sugar. I actually recall zoning out and getting a mental "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again...", K said I had the 'Dunkin' Donuts' look (glazed), The Bear and Giggles were amused by this. I don't remember much of the game other than people telling me to roll dice and me saying "Hmmm... what?" when asked things. I pondered aloud if the medication I had taken was even street legal and speculated on making some extra money selling it. I'm still wondering just exactly where K purchased thoes tablets.

The Brain Sucking Shark

I recall mentioning to Pat and The New Mrs. S that the medication was making me high but my headache was still pounding. The New Mrs. S is a nurse and she suggested I get an ice pack. I did - well a ziplock with ice in it. K assisted in filling said bag with ice and I zipped it (took 4 or 5 tries much to K's amusement - fucker). I returned to the living room couch with the ice. Now what? I had to ask where to put the ice, I could not at this point fathom what exactly I would ice to rid myself of a headache. The New Mrs. S patiently (but with a smirk) advised me to ice my head, the frontal lobe, forehead to be exact. It was an epiphany for me. I slapped that ice on my forehead for a moment. I had to take it off, I felt as though I would freeze my very brain to death. With a chuckle I was informed that I should put a cloth around the ice pack. Ahhhh... to someone else that would have been obvious. K provided me with a light baby towel (ya know, the kind that has a little hood stiched on one corner), of which I placed my ice pack in the hood part and placed it on my head. Since I was at a dimished mental state, I placed the towel on my head with the hood part/ice pack hanging down on my forehead. Ahhhh... relief. Sometime later, The Bear informed me that it looked as though I had a shark biting my head. Ahhh a small brain sucking shark.

Pictures Worth A Thousand Snickers

The New Mrs. S's husband decided to take pictures of everyone at the game with his camera phone - so he could match the picture with the phone number. He asked K and I to sit next to each other (as we share the same phone number). I had my photo taken with the brain sucking shark on my head and holding AASM. He damn well better take another picture this coming weekend.

Late in the night I discovered a strange man in my bed**, which was a first for me - really, don't give me that look. The Postman had crashed with his little girl in my bed. I said to Giggles "Hey, there's a strange man in my bed, can I keep him?" I'm not sure she thought it was funny, and it probably wasn't, except to me at that very moment. **

Try as I might, I can't remember much of the actual GAME though. Ah well at least I didn't flash anybody.

Anyway, that's about all I can put together, Petey might have a more accurate account of the events (and the game) at some time though.

*disclaimer* due to sinus medication, the accounts and events of the night might be completly ficticious or extreemely exagerated.

** I discovered him in my bed as I walked through my bedroom to my bathroom, no I did not molest him - Honest!

Halloween Time!


I love Halloween. It's got to be my favorite 'holliday' even though during childhood I rarely ever got to dress up as I wanted to. It didn't matter really. Even if you were dressed up as a ghetto ghost (which we were one year), we still got to go door to door begging for candy. What a great country we live it!

I'm getting ready to make the little people's Halloween costumes. Cute little fairies. Super Girl was saying something about going as a Disney Princess (AGAIN), but Cabbage Patch wants to be a fairy and quite franky that's so much eaiser as I have everything here already to make said fairy costumes. Hopefully when Super Girl sees the tulle and organza and ribbons and pretty little wings she will totallly forget about Disney. As long as we don't have a freak cold snap over Halloween it will all be fine.

Weird Morning

The weather is absolutly fantastic. It actually FEELS like fall here (which is absolutly rare). Currently it's 57 outside. The weather forcast says it shouldn't get over 74 today. Wow. It makes me want to break out the seldom worn sweaters - I know better than that though, the temps will be in the 80's soon. Anyway, I'm enjoying it while I can, got the windows open.

............

Conversation after she takes a spill down the hill...
Me: You okay?
Her: Yeah. (pause) I just falled on my head.
Me: *snickering*

............

It's an odd morning when conversing with a bill collector is a pleasant and kind experience.

Bitching And Whining

I was just randomly reading blogs (yes I know, get a life) and I came upon one where in this person was bitching - I mean REALLY BITCHING - about his trip to the grocery store and how the person in line in front of him had the gall to pay by check causing him undue delay. According to this person it took an extraordinary amount of time for this transaction to happen and for that he was severly put out. What a dumbass. IF it did in fact take FOREVER as this person said, then it wouldn't be the check writters fault, but the checkers fault. I was stunned at the absolute angry this person had for the check writer and how very sure he was of debit card technology and how much EAISER and FASTER it would have made his life - as an aside, I've had plenty of trouble with debit cards not working. *sigh* What a petty little man.

Fan-tastic!



I'm sure you are wondering why on earth I would post a photo of my fan, it's because it's FINALLY fixed! It's only taken SEVERAL months (probably 6 or so) and 6 or more requests! But it's done! it took the maintenance man 30 minutes to replace it - (really 6 months and 30 minutes!), but it's done and I'm HAPPY now!

Smacks To The City!

Read this article. The city is being stupid. How insulting to the woman who put so much effort into raising the money.

$chool

Tomorrow Super Girl has her school pictures taken. I'm excited about this. Except for the price. We recieved a list of packages and pricing about a week ago. This is jacked up. I'm a photographer, part of my job is to sell photo packages. The packages I peddle are reasonably priced and everything in there is pretty standard. The packages on this sheet are jacked up, nothing is standard. The packages I sell are based on sheets - as in 1 8X10 or 2 5X7's or 4 3.5X5's or 8 wallets - well sell combinations of sheets, like 8 wallets and 2 5X7 or you can purchase just a sheet of photos. The photo people doing the school photos isn't offering things like that. Though they do offer per sheet ordering it's only WITH package purchase. I'm irritated with the package selections as the lower priced options only include 2 wallet sized photos. So I'm going to have to purchase a larger package than I want so I can have as many wallets that I need (14, which is actually more than I need, but it'se either 2 in the small packages, 12 if you order as an added extra or 14 in the other packages). ugh... but I digress....

Why is school costing me so damn much money? The first 9 weeks is not quite over and I've paid for a fund raiser item, book club books (which I didn't mind), identification cards, pizza night, school photos and class snacks. I know that in a week there is another school event/fund raiser and some event thing, both of which cost more money. I don't begrudge my child participating in school events, but damn this is starting to strain my already strained check book. Just how many more fund raisers and money events/items are there going to be this school year? I honestly don't recall my schooling to have involved as many $$$ events/items.

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Angry Albino Baby Sock Monkey


Just when you thought it couldn't be more disturbing. Made entirely out of stray baby socks (all socks were removed from stray babies in my area - I guarantee that). Cabbage Patch is in LOVE it it.

My Tiny Terrorists, And Other People's Offspring




Yesterday the little girl who walks from the bus stop with Super Girl saw the drawer I was painting for the Little People and commented that it was really pretty and I needed to paint something for her. Heh. Compliments from wee people are always so sweet.

Last night we went to the local CiCi's Pizza for School Night (they donate a portion of the proceeds to the school Super Girl attends). We walked as it's very close to us. Cabbage Patch is the supreme Diva and HATES to walk anywhere - especially if she sees the car in the parking lot. She kept repeating "No, we take the car! No, we take the car! I don't walk! No, we take the car!" all the way to the pizza place (which is normal for her - the whineing about not wanting to walk that is). When we arrived, CiCi's was packed as many other people were supporting that particular school last night. *sigh* At least that would mean the pizza would be fresh at the buffet.

Ahhh the buffet... the pizzas were in fact freshly placed on the buffet. I served plates for myself and Cabbage Patch while K took care of Super Girl and himself. I found a table (I had to stand by the dirty table while the bus boy took his sweet time in clearing to get a table) and we all partook in some of the worst pizza I've had from a CiCi's. I've eaten at this CiCi's before and it although it's never been WOW! it's never been this bad. One variety of pizza was horrible and neither K or myself would eat more than one bite of it. Ewww. This happened to be the only piece of pizza that Cabbage Patch WOULD eat. K and I looked at her with bewilderment - she generally only eats the peppironi and cheese off her pizza but last night she ate that whole piece of shitty tasting pizza - go figure.

The walk back was uneventful as K let the little monster ride on his shoulders most of the way back. Once home I had a seat to check messages and was assaulted by a putrid smell. Looking around for the offending smell I discovered it was in Cabbage Patch's undies (she was complaining of not feeling well at CiCi's before she snarfed her nasty pizza). As this needed to be taken care of imediately, I sent her to her dad to clean up (hey, I'm off shift when he get's home).

So although my day had vasty improved, it still managed to end on a poopy note. ;o)

AASM


He's better than a Hallmark. How could I forget to mention the Angry Albino Sock Monkey that I sent to XXX? Nothing says love like a psychopathic stuffed animal with a meat cleaver.

I'm making new AASMs today, I'll be selling them. If you want one, let me know.

Spider


I managed to get a few photos of the spider suspended between the trees. For some reason this little bugger is washed out in the photos, maybe he's very reflective or something. I was pleasently surprised by how visible the web turned out in the photos - it's nearly invisible and I am always really careful so I don't walk into it, not because I'd be destroying the spiders home but because I might end up with a spider in my hair. I'd end up running around in circles smacking myself on the head while yelling "Spider on my head! Spider on my head!" until I tripped on something and fell on my ass. Amuseing for some, humiliating for me. Anyway, the web is beautiful and looks like strands of silver in the photos. Very cool. The last picture is hard to make out, but the spot to the left of the branches is another (bigger) spider. It's black and icky looking. If my camera had a zoom I would have gotten a very cool photo as I could see him from the side and since his web was barely visible it looked like he was standing on air. Creepy but cool.

THE PROJECT

XXX has recieved his gift and he loves them. Here are the pictures of the shirt and vest.



Close Up Of The Work



I'm terribly proud of how everything turned out. I did everything by hand (machine).

Project



Above is the project I'm working on now. It's been sitting waiting to be finished for a while. Super Girl asked for this dresser to be painted with flames and skulls. heh, damn I love that kid. I am mostly finished with her drawer (above), I just need to do some gold accenting on the flames and her name. Then finish the drawer for Cabbage Patch.

Super Spider

This morning I discovered that Creepy Glowing Spider's web survived the torrential rains earlier this week. The web is a bit bigger and hard to see - the morning is the best time to see it while it's damp with dew and the light catches it. I also saw that another similar spider - same except it is BLACK - has taken up residence higher up in one of the trees Creepy Glowing Spider has built it's web from. Although the spider creeps me out and gives me the urge to spray it liberally with hair spray (or whatever spray can I grab first), I still have to admire it's ability to build it's web where it is.

Not So Poopy Now

My day is going better. Sitting and doing a project helps to focus me and make me feel better. That and a call from XXX. *happy sigh*

Norah Jones - Turn Me On
Like a flower Waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb In a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
Im just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart It's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

That's a great song.

Poopy Day

That's what I'm having. It's not quite bad enough to be SHITTY, but it's not GOOD. *sigh* I'd like to go back to bed and start over in a few hours, but alas, I'm not very sleepy and I have things I need to finish.

Why is my day so poopy? I'm sure you are dyeing to know (probably not, but you are still here reading and wasting time). First off I woke up before my alarm did this morning. I do hate that. I intended to go back to sleep for another 45 minutes but I thought I heard the sounds of one of the Little People in the living room. I tried to convince myself that it was probably just a cat (which I'm certain now it was) and will myself to go back to sleep (which is nigh impossible as it is very difficult for me to go back to sleep after being woken) but every tiny noise caused my eyes to pop open and my ears to perk up listening for what the Little People could be doing. Finally the alarm sounded and I didn't even bother to smack the snooze as usual. Both children came down the stairs about 5 minutes after I turned on the lights downstairs - which is a good thing as waking Cabbage Patch is much like waking a badger (we call her The Badger when it happens) and the whining, crying and bitching will last sometimes for the next hour. Unfortunately Cabbage Patch has been bratty since we got home from seeing Super Girl off to the bus. Then I've managed to piss off someone who's very presence espires me in all areas. Leave it to me to be an irritating cow. I've finished my most recent project and can't quite decide what I need to do next - I'm lacking motivation. I'm wearing probably the ugliest panties and bra that I own and for some insane reason that is making me feel Quasi-Moto-ish (all I need is a bell tower) and adding (in a negative way) to my feelings of loneliness.

Alright enough of this pity party, I'm off to fold some laundry.

Book Review

Good lord, I've actually finished a book! And a book whose target audience is the above 10 crowd. :o) I haven't read a book in about a year. I love to read, it's just very hard to get uninterrupted reading time these days.

I read a book that I've had for several years, just sitting in a drawer, brand new and unread. I read Ann Rule's 'The Stranger Beside Me' about Ted Bundy. It's an easy read and goes pretty fast. Some critics have said that Ann Rule is the best true crime author. I have to disagree. I have read better. This wasn't a BAD book, but it wasn't a great book. The beginning of the book was a bit slow and the parts about her seemed a bit self indulgent and pompous. I suppose that's just how ex-cop true crime writers come off when they write about cases that directly involve themselves. My favorite true crime writer is John Douglas a former FBI profiler who helped solve hundreds of gruesome crimes, and he is very much arrogant and pompous, but his writing is compelling and full of detail and insight. Ann Rule is no John Douglas. Her involvement with Bundy is from working twice a week with him on a suicide hotline for maybe a year. They became friends but in no way would I ever characterize the relationship she describes as CLOSE. After she leaves the crisis center her contact with Bundy is basically a couple of Christmas parties and a Christmas card. It isn't until Bundy is incarcerated over a year later in Utah that Bundy begins to correspond with Rule on a more frequent basis through letters and phone calls. The book has some intensely boring parts where Rule feels compelled to give detailed descriptions and back ground about certain investigators and police people she knows personally. I guess she did that to bolster her image as a former cop/great crime writer with 'contacts', but I found it a waste of space in the novel and tended to glaze over or just skip over those parts.

I was somewhat disappointed with Rule's description of the crimes committed, it was almost as if she was afraid of being too gruesome. In saying that I'm not implying that I was looking for something horrible and gruesome, I suppose that after reading so many John Douglas books and other cut and dry true crime things I had expected more from her. I had already read about the crimes committed by Bundy and felt she was kind of glossing things over, maybe because she truly wanted to believe that Bundy was innocent of all the atrocities described.

Rule's personal involvement in the novel was at times nauseating and irritating. It became less so as the novel progressed and she could provide unique insight and perspective. Not so much into Bundy himself, I don't feel she knew Bundy even a quarter as well as she would like to think she did, but into the actual trial of Bundy. Since she corresponded with Bundy she would hear of his legal wrangling going on behind the scenes. Due to her 'special' status as a crime writer AND as a 'close' associate with Bundy she got a press pass to his trial. Her description of the trial and the press were the actual GOLD in this novel.

Through out the novel she repeatedly implies that she can not completely believe in Bundy's guilt or innocents - at the end she admits that she completely believes he is guilty. After this book was first finished in 1986 and published she came back in 1989 and wrote about 100 more pages where she chronicles Bundy's years on the Florida Death Row and the legal wrangling that went on for 9 years. Again she falls into a self indulgent, self important tone. Ugh. But her insider knowledge and insight into the last days of Bundy and his confession were again GOLD.

Not a great book, but not awful.

The book I'm very interested in reading now is one mentioned in the book by Rule. It's written by Bundy's long time girlfriend (Liz Kendall is her pen name) and is FUCKING HARD to get a hold of. I've looked online for the book and have yet to find it under $43 and some as high as $200!!! I searched to see if my library had a copy of the book and of course they do not. I'll just have to keep looking.

Saint Sunshine

My cat really is a saint. The shit she puts up with is amazing. Today Cabbage Patch was making Sunshine dance. Sunshine was not to thrilled with this activity yet never attempted to inflict pain on my devious little offspring. Never once did I hear a murmur from the cat as Cabbage Patch put her in a head lock. When Cabbage Patch drug her up the stairs, into her room and shut the door so they could play together, the cat did not protest.

All this reminded me of when Super Girl was 3. I recall how she loved to play with her little pretend kitchen with sink, extending counter and play oven. Super Girl would put Sunshine in the play oven and peek in ever few minutes (checking for doneness maybe?), giggle wildly and slam the door shut. Sunshine would sit patiently until the right moment arrived and she would leap to freedom. She endured being put in the empty toy box and carted around by her. When Super Girl was a wee baby, Sunshine never seemed to mind all the slobbery baby kisses and the tiny hands with a death grip hold on the scruff of the neck or me having to pry the icy (sticky really) hand of death from her body.

After all the abuse she's been subjected to at the hands of the tiny terrorists (being doused with water, dressed in doll clothes, tied in a blanket, tied to the door, given a few hair cuts, had the breath squeezed out of her, dusted with baby powder, hair gelled, locked in toy boxes, etc.) she still loves them. The first day of kindergarten Sunshine promptly sat right on Super Girl as soon as she sat down when she got home. She stayed on Super Girl for almost two hours just purring. The last few days she's taken to laying down with Cabbage Patch at nap times (it's awfully cute to see them napping together). A few moments ago I heard Sunshine open the Little People's door so she could sleep with one of the kids. I often wonder if Sunshine is the nicest cat on earth or if she is rather stupid.

Cool News

Looks like my favorite conquerer's grave has been found.

Overheard At The Bus Stop

Him: Where's he at?
Her: At home, he goes back tomorrow.
Him: Back on the bus?
Her: No back at school. He got suspended last week.
Him: For what?
Her: Fighting again. They suspended him and now they want to send him to alternative school or military school. I say whatever they need to do, then do it. I just got to take the papers up to his daddy to get signed, he's locked up.

Well... that was interesting. This little boy who is the subject of the above conversation has been a disipline problem since the beginning of school. He's been suspended off the bus twice (each time for a week) for hitting and fighting on the bus and been suspended from school several times and schooll has been in session only 6 or 7 weeks. Very sad.

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Which of Captain Jack Sparrow's Quotes are You?
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So, I've heard from other people from time to time that they re-take these quiz's until they get a result they like. Alright how many of you do that? (I know of at least two who do, so don't try to lie to me!) WTF? And WHY? I like my random results. Well that and I don't have the patience or attention span to retake the quiz.