Saturday Already?

Damn... it's been such a busy week. I can't believe I haven't had a moment to write any nonsense on this page. Not that I haven't had things I wanted to write about - I just haven't had time! Let me see if I can summarize:

Memorial Day Weekend

I worked as usual - super busy at the hospitals. Memorial day I sleept. Sunday night we had friends over for hypnosis, munchies and board games. Hubby and I got into a disagreement about which Doritos are the original flavor. I say it's the Nacho Cheese flavor (red bag), he says it's the yellow bag which is just corn chips. I had requested the bag of chips so I could eat many chips on my car loading day (that's what I call the one day of the week that I don't count carbs). grrrr.... He did get Triscits and squeezy cheese. mmmmmm.... Peter and jenna also brought Triscits and squeezy cheese. Peter does cracker art... pornographic cracker art... I will post the picture a bit later. After the porn crackers the conversation of course went to SEX and we chatted for a couple of hours about sex (no subject of limits there!) that was interesting... very very interesting.

Tuesday I had my braces tightened. I spent over 2 hours with all this crap. I get to the office, the computer system of the orthodontists office is down and they are running late. I finally get back there, they have a bitch of a time getting an adjustment made knocking off two brackets in the process. When I get home Peter (who was baby sitting for me) was playing Candy Land with the little people - Super Girl won (Cabbage Patch wasn't really playing by the official rules, she kept taking her piece off the board and walking around the room, only to return to the board and slide her piece around babbling incoherently like a little alchoholic on a bender).

Thursday I went to my sisters house to help her do a bit of organizing. We did that and a lot of talking.

Friday D came over and we worked on her costume. I remade her petticoat, I think it's a much better item now. She brought her machine over so I could see if it worked, it did. Until I was at the very last thing - the waist band of the dress! Then I broke 4 needles. We went to Wal-Mart in the middle of all this - that always takes an hour or more. We spent $35 and headed back to my place. I got the waist band on with much effort. I'm not pleased with it though, I will do it again later, after I get the two machines fixed. She and I are going to start sewing and selling stuff.

One of the cutiest things I made was Monkey Sandwich. A sock monkey. My sister has always wanted (read: lusted for, coveted, been obsessed with) a sock monkey. I found the materials from a kit I purchased many many years ago. I had planned to surprise her with Monkey Sandwich but I couldn't get working on it when she wasn't here. So I just started making it for her when she got here. Part way though I slipped up and said it was for her (dumb me!) so I blew the surprise! Anyway she LOVES Monkey Sandwich. I think I'll make an albino monkey for a friend for her (white socks instead of the red heeled socks used to make the sock monkeys).

Anyway, enough of this, I need to get on to work!

A & L - Sorry to hear about your mom - not just for the break but for all the rest. That sucks so much. That Dr. should have his lisence revoked. My grandmother at one time had a Dr. like that, he would perscribe her so many drugs she was in a constant fog. Sadly that was the better part of my child hood that she was like that so I really have no memories of her as anything but a strange and funny old woman. I think later in life after my grandfather passed away she went to a differnt Dr. and was taken off 90% of the medications the original Dr. had perscribed and was a different person, sadly she was permanently disabled by then, not much more than a weak old woman who needed full time care. Anyway - I hope your mom heals really quickly, I like her a lot (I know she makes both of you absolutly crazy - she's always been really sweet to me).

Every time I walk into a singles bar I can hear Mom's wise words: "Don't pick that up, you don't know where it's been!"

Googlisms

I went to Googlism.com and put in my name... this is what I got:

judy is an herbalist and teacher in the wise woman tradition (not completly true)
judy is one of the presenters for "bridging the gap" (not even close)
judy is our official customer assistance epicenter (Oh am I?)
judy is the single mother of hannah (Ummmm.... not a chance...)

And for my husband:
is a well known worship leader (Really? This is new to me...)
is less we ll known in the uk (Well that's kind of disapointing.)
is a worship leader with an enthusiastic style that reflects intimacy with god (I'm going to ask him why he's not getting paid for all this work...)
is a worship leader (worshiping what?)
is probably one of my all time favorite worship leaders (Hmmm... he's even got his own fan club.)
is no 'johnny (Actually he is a Johnny. He attended St. John's College in KS, so that makes him a Johnny.)
is featured on the fourth song “holy elements” (Hmm... I knew he could sing but I didn't know that.)
is an awesome writer and worshiper (not quite.)
is awesome (sheesh... another fan.)
is de andere leider (ummmmm.... oooookay... if you say so)

Yeah I'm in a weird mood today. Frustrated from trying to make the other template work for 2 hours and not being able to. damn...

Plagued by CHER!

I've got a Cher song stuck in my head... thanks to this stupid commercial pushing her farewell album. Damn! No more! Someone help!

Sucky Template

Yup that's what I got. I tried to change it, something simple. And I could not get the damn thing to work! So fuck it - this same sucky template stays.

L- Yes keep your site. I like all your cool stuff you put up. I am a broke-dick and can't really afford a site nor justify one currently (maybe later when I start doing my sewing business more). Of course if you move out East... that name will have to change.

And on moving to the New England area - you should talk to my sister D - she lived in New Hampshire for a couple of years when she first married her first husband (or was it more than a couple... I think it was).

I loved the comment about people there having larger asses than people in California. But be honest, that's true of anywhere that ISN'T California. California has the largest population of Plastic Surgeons. And I would imagine that the amount of fat sucked out of California could eaisly feed a starving 3rd world country for a year. When my sister and I were in LA 4 years ago, I felt like a side show attraction - FATTEST WOMAN IN LA - the only cool thing was that NO ONE noticed, LA is so full of freaks I doubt there is anything that would make the average LA resident flinch. Eh, but I digress... I'm very intersted in where you might end up, the New England area sounds nice, but I've only been there once.

Silence Is Golden

Ahhhh... I feel like I've gone to heaven. It's totally quiet here (except for the washer and dryer). The little people are napping!!! YES! The laundry is ALMOST ALL done! WOOOHOO!!! And the house is all clean. Yee-haw! All I need is someone to call me up for a little phone naughtiness ;o) and I'll be set. hehehehehe.... you think I'm kidding... hehehe

Yesterday I bought a set of finger paints for Super Girl. After Cabbage Patch went down for her nap I broke them out for her only to discover they were all congealed. And not like dry tempra paints, like jello - kind of dried out. So I put some water in them - hell I wasn't going to tell her that they were messed up, to bad so sad, no paints for you - no way! I didn't want to listen to her whine about finger paints for 45 minutes. So I made them usable - not like normal paints, just usable and she was more than happy. She loves to make a mess and this was classic mess for her. She did produce two works of 'art' that I will keep. I'll post them later.

3XThursday : 05/22/03 : Corporate Ethics Policy Handbook thanks to Jake for the questions (finally, some questions I can answer!!)

1. What do you think is totally unethical but legal?
Hmmmm... it's legal for someone to phone in a complaint to CPS (even on the tiniest amount of evidence or worse on none at all just plain evilness) and ruin someone's family but it's totally unethical.

2. What do you think is ethical but illegal?
Medical marijuana.

3. So who do you think is more unethical? Porno actors or politicians?
Politicians are more unethical most of them lie about their positions and views for thier political support and monitary gain. Porn stars are straight up about their positons (and how many they can get into) and we all know where their money comes from. I prefer to know I'm being fucked (and like the look of them) than to be fucked without warning (and so many politicians are just plain ugly).

Bonus Question for Comments: So are white lies good or bad?
for the most part lies are just bad - even white lies - unless you are counting the "does this dress make me look fat?" answer as a lie, that's usually self preservation speaking when one answers "nooooooo" (although I've been known to be flat out honest on that question before - brutally honest, that's how I've been described). If it's a little white lie to not hurt someones feelings or embarass them (no your look great in that dress, that color is really you,etc.) then it's not a bad thing, but if it's manipulative in anyway or done to be hurtful to anyone at all - then it's bad.

Siamese Twins

Tonight hubby and I preformed a delicate operation to separate a set of conjoined twin cookies.

Here they are before the dangerous opperation.


The doctor and I attempting the risky separation. The doctor was attempting to slice through the connective layer.


Here is the actual moment when the two were separated.

Unfortunatly the first one was incomplete and could not survive the separation. The other twin died shortly there after due to complications (of the medical assistant shoving it in her mouth).


Here is the greiving parent. She's very torn up. Last I saw the doctor was taking her to console her on the loss of her twins. I think he took her for a glass of milk...

My True Geekiness

I just took this test, I scored a 27.81065% - Total Geek on the test. hehehehe... I can't wait to see what hubby scores... I know he's a total geek and he's actually contributed to my geek score, so I KNOW he will score higher - Grand Master Geek I think. Test your geekiness.

Strange Side Streets

Out of boredome, I was looking at peoples blogs.. or should I say looking at blogs of people that I do not know. I generally don't do this as I find most of what unknown people blog about their pittiful lives to be absolutly boreing and a waste of cyber space - the same could be said about this site I'm sure. Sometimes I find one that's particularly interesting and I keep reading, sometimes I will e-mail that person and get to know them, most of the time not. Occasionally I will try to figure out about the person by looking at other blogs linked to their page. That just leads to other strange pages... like one I just saw - someone talking about a girl he saw the night before, that she looked trashy but he really wanted to fuck her, etc... and he had this picture of her (or someone he thought looked like her - not sure... don't care) it was sureal, but somewhat interesting. Although most of the random blogs I come across are dreadfully boreing... some people should not blog or at least not have it public, write in a diary and keep it under your bed... don't bore the rest of society with your sad sad life. If you can't come up with anything more interesing than "I got up, had a cup of coffee, went to work, that was 8 hours well spent, came home, fed the dog, made meatloaf, that was good. Off to bed now, what a busy day." you shouldn't be bloging, you should be looking for something to make your lame life interesting... or at least make it SOUND intersting. Yeah I know I'm a bitch... and I'm not even PMSing! hehehe... anyway, if your listed in my links then I don't find you painfully boreing - so don't worry, I'm not directing this post at you. :o)

The Curse Of The Spider!!

Dang it L! You cursed me to have an icky spider in my bathroom this morning! This is a picture of him after I sprayed him liberally with hair spray. The little fucker didn't die right off though. When I ran to the livingroom to get my camera he crawled under some of my clothes - I had to search for the vile creature so I could flush it down the commode! EWWWWWWW!!!! Anyway this is a picture of it after I found it under my clothes, it's all streached out - I guess dieing of hairspray poisoning.



It's actually not a very large spider, so the picture is kind of distored being blown up so large - but fuck it creeped me out as if it had been this large!

L - More spider talk... eeeeeewwwww.... At one time when the exterminator was visiting my place I asked him about spiders - specifically how to rain death down on them and eradicate them from my abode - he told me that there is not a whole hell of a lot you can do other than spraying them when you see them or stomping them. He explained that spiders are not like other bugs like roaches, crickets and ants who drag their bodies or clean them selves so putting out bait or spraying for them won't work (because thoes methods require the bug to either eat the poison or walk through it then ingest it - spiders won't do either). So unless you have an infestation of something like brown recluse, which would mean your whole house would need to be tented fumigated. Although I have heard of little sticky traps you can put out that they get caught on then eventually die of exhaustion from trying to get away or from hunger or what ever.... they seem far to disgusting for me, I'll just keep spraying spiders with what ever spray I have handy and smacking them with shoes when there is none.

On a spraying spider funny note. Once when I lived in my house a big ass nasty spider was in my shower. I looked for something to spray on it, the first thing I found was a can of the foaming bathroom cleaner. I sprayed the vile creature lurking in my shower and of course the bubbles covered completly and some. So I watched the lump of bubbles as it started to slide down the tile wall from the heaviness. Just when I was sure it was dead, I saw it struggling from mound of cleaning fluids so I sprayed some more. This went on for a few moments (spider struggling out, me spraying more) until I started to get a buzz from the fumes and I was pretty damn sure the creepy little beast had perished or was so high from the fumes that it certainly could not climb out of it's foamy tomb. Later I carefully got the shower massager and washed the lump down the drain - hubby had to remove the spider corpse (I insist all spider corpses be flushed just incase they recover from my toxic efforts) a task he did not appreciate me asking of him.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY D!!!!!

Today my sister turns 34! Woohoo! HAPPY HAPPY DAY!

L- YIKES! ICK! BLECK! Spider!!! EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!! (doing the crazy scary spider dance) Did you actually take a picture of the horrid spider that was stalking you and hiding under your bed just waiting to pounce on you when you least expect it and are most vunerable? (can you tell I don't like spiders?) If you did - EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! If that's an actual pic of your spider, it's not a brown recluse (I didn't think they hung out in SF) - wrong shape. Could be a black widow, but not totally likely as they (and the br) are spiders that like to be in dark hiding places like dark garages, under rocks, in wood piles - also BW are web spiders and generally stay on thier webs. At least that what I was told in my Red Cross First aid class. Even knowing all that... I'd still check that bastard out to make sure it's not something more horrible than a garden spider (which I still find vile). In fact I've looked up spiders after killing then in my home just be be sure it wasn't a BR hanging out, getting ready to colonize my home and kill me in my sleep. (note: BR also like to hide in closets and clothes... my nephew got bit twice last year - two bites on his stomach - the little blighter was probably in his clothes or sheets when he went to bed - he got pretty damn sick from the bites) Anyway good luck in identifying your icky intruder - I'm glad I'm not the only one who will spray a spider with hairspray (I'll actually spray then with anything I can reach until they stop moving - I don't care what it is just as long as they stop moving long enough for me to smack it repeatedly with a big shoe).

A - don't mention anything about accumulating bad karma for killing the spiders. ;o)

L - I'm truly jealous of your garden. How funny that you post pictures of your lovely garden, just yesterday I was wondering if you had a garden at your new place. It's sooooo lovely. I wish I had a garden like that, all I have is a small collection of plants in pots that tend to get over heated in this Texas heat (it's already in the 80's here normally as I'm sure you remember). I'm hopeing that my one pot of flower seeds that I planted will bloom, but you never can tell here, we could have a super hot and dry summer (I suspect we will) and the grass hopper population could have a boom, thus eating everything green in their path. I planted some tomatos and some herbs in another pot, but that has died ALREADY - how sad, spring isn't even over and half of my 'garden' has already perished... (I guess it's really no wonder I've killed off so many fish in the aquarium when you figure in my luck with the garden.) Anyway, must be off for now.

Coming Of Age As a Mom

Tonight I realized that I’m truly no longer a novice at this mom stuff. How do I know this? Let me tell you what just happened in my home this evening.

It all started when hubby got home, the little people were restless (read: bratty) after an entire day of being cooped up in the house – damn the rain! I guess they just couldn’t hold the naughtiness in any longer. Anyway I made dinner and we all ate (except the kids who turned their noses up at everything except the ketchup and the iced tea). After some playtime I gave the little people bathes and then it was off to bed. As usual, hubby took the kids up to bed and read them stories. All was quiet… which is unusual… and should have piqued our suspicions… but it didn’t. We wanted to believe that the little people were asleep because we wanted a little peace and quiet. How foolish of us. We’ve been parents for 4 and a half years, we know that peace and quiet is always the sign of mischief! Eventually – an hour and a half after kids were put in bed – we hear crying upstairs, hubby goes to investigate. I listen from the bottom of the stairs. The moment I hear him say, “Where is that blood coming from?” my mommy senses kick in. I walk up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, hubby is cleaning something off the baby and looking for blood. I immediately see that it’s coming from her knee, as evidence by the two streams of blood that are down to her ankle. Hubby sees her knee about the same time I do. I wipe her leg off, see that she’s still bleeding, instruct hubby to hold the towel on her leg while I go get ointment and Band-Aids. After a quick trip to my bathroom for Band-Aids and ointment I return. Looking over the baby, who is no longer crying, I realize that she’s got something all over her legs, kind of soapy feeling – and I’ll have to clean off her leg before I put the Band-Aids on. While doing the clean up, I ask hubby if the kids broke something and what is all over the baby. He says no he doesn’t think they broke anything and that it’s foot scrub and toothpaste that the little people were spreading over the guest bath (the info on the tooth paste part came from the oldest who said “Sorry mamma about the toothpaste on the floor.” At least she told me what it was.) I ask again if there was anything that was broken because the baby has three puncture wounds in her knee. He looks around and discovers something in the tub – part of a game (a sand timer thingie). There are pieces of glass in the tub and on the floor. Sheesh Nothing like kids causing a little chaos before bed. Three Band-Aids later (had to make it hard for her to pick them off) a change of jammies and a sippy cup of milk spiked with Tylenol, it’s all over (and quiet for now). Anyway, I realized that I’ve truly come of age as a mom, I didn’t get upset when I saw the rivers of blood down my toddlers leg, I was able to calmly give everyone orders on what to do, I could clean off the baby and bandage her wounds while lecturing the oldest about the naughtiness that they were engaged in tonight and make a subtle threat as to what will happen if they get out of bed again tonight. And it all took less than 15 minutes! Wow! What a night!

L- your right, June is a crappy time of year to get married in Texas. I got married in June. It was 1994 - the same year as the OJ crap - that happen just shortly before my wedding - and it was HOT HOT HOT in Texas that year. Awful hot and humid. Thankfully we had everything IN DOORS but it was still stuffy in the church. My husband's best friend got married 2 weeks after we did - also in Texas. It was even hotter then. Just awful. What a stupid idea to get married in June. By the time I had second thoughts on the date, I was already locked in and couldn't change it. Oh well.

Good luck to your brother, I hope everything is beautiful for him. Maybe we can finally meet up when your here for the wedding! It's worth a try.

A- if one more person in your department dies tragically, you get the hell out of there! I'm starting to think that place is CURSED - and hell woman, you've had more than enough bad luck already.

L- that bites that we couldn't meet while you were in town. Eh, you still have relatives here, so you'll be back! HAHAHAHA!

A- I did NOT forget your B-day - I just forgot to tell you HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hope you had a fun day - despite being pregnant and nausious... ;o)