Mini Vacation
I'm taking one. Yeah. Going to visit XXXX - oh yeah.
This week is turning out to be fabulous. The Little People spent Wednesday with my Aunt, came home yesterday mid morning. This morning my sister took the Little People until Monday. I am going to visit XXXX Sunday afternoon until Tuesday evening. I will be kidless until Wednesday morning. Wow. This is going to be a nice break. I'm sure I'll come back refreshed and in a positive mind frame.
I love the whole mom thing. I need a break from time to time though.
Ahhh time alone. Bubble baths, manicure, pedicure, reading a book, watching a grown up movie, talking over dinner...
I know I'll be missing the Little People by Tuesday, but I'm going to enjoy my time off as much as I can.
Right now I'm going to go do one of my yoga tapes without being interrupted to play referee to a fight, dress a Barbie or have the little people crawl on me or over me while trying to hold a pose.
Friday, June 18, 2004
The Word of the Day for June 18 is:
regale • \rih-GAIL\ Audio icon • verb
transitive senses
1 : to entertain sumptuously : feast with delicacies
*2 : to give pleasure or amusement to
intransitive sense
: to feast oneself : feed
I know everyone is disapointed that I've been far to busy 'running through fields of flowers' to regale everyone with tales of my exciting life. heh.
regale • \rih-GAIL\ Audio icon • verb
transitive senses
1 : to entertain sumptuously : feast with delicacies
*2 : to give pleasure or amusement to
intransitive sense
: to feast oneself : feed
I know everyone is disapointed that I've been far to busy 'running through fields of flowers' to regale everyone with tales of my exciting life. heh.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Running Through Fields Of Flowers
That's what I've been doing since the Little People are with my Aunt who graciously offered to take both of them for a visit. Ahhh running through fields of flowers.
Thing that really sucks is that I woke just before 6 am this morning and could not go back to sleep. I COULD still be sleeping but NOOOOOOOOOO, I'm awake. Damn.
I'm ready for the Little People to be back now. Just waiting for my Aunt to call and let me know when she'll be bringing them home.
Until then... I'll continue Running Trough Fields Of Flowers.
(*Running Trough Fields Of Flowers = Doing massive quantities of laundry and sorting through old clothes and listening to music loudly)
That's what I've been doing since the Little People are with my Aunt who graciously offered to take both of them for a visit. Ahhh running through fields of flowers.
Thing that really sucks is that I woke just before 6 am this morning and could not go back to sleep. I COULD still be sleeping but NOOOOOOOOOO, I'm awake. Damn.
I'm ready for the Little People to be back now. Just waiting for my Aunt to call and let me know when she'll be bringing them home.
Until then... I'll continue Running Trough Fields Of Flowers.
(*Running Trough Fields Of Flowers = Doing massive quantities of laundry and sorting through old clothes and listening to music loudly)
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
End Of The Road
I've hit a dead end on the Information Super Highway. (eyes rolling up in head) My freaking modem is dead. I'll only be on sporadically as my only other access to the internet is in K's room on his slow ass computer using the dial up - meaning a slow slow connection that's tieing up my phone line. *sigh* I'll live. I guess. Sucks though. I'm such an internet addict. I never watch television though, this is my entertainment. God, I'm going to be in Disney Hell today... I won't have anything to distract me from the endless onslaught of Disney videos the little people watch. Ugh. Someone shoot me.
I've hit a dead end on the Information Super Highway. (eyes rolling up in head) My freaking modem is dead. I'll only be on sporadically as my only other access to the internet is in K's room on his slow ass computer using the dial up - meaning a slow slow connection that's tieing up my phone line. *sigh* I'll live. I guess. Sucks though. I'm such an internet addict. I never watch television though, this is my entertainment. God, I'm going to be in Disney Hell today... I won't have anything to distract me from the endless onslaught of Disney videos the little people watch. Ugh. Someone shoot me.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Moronic Musings
K works with idiots. Truly. Every week he never fails to astound me with some tale proving beyond a doubt how idiot they are.
Today, he showed his supervisor the picture of Angry Albino Sock Monkey! She said "Oh she could make money off those. Make them with happy faces." Huh? Happy faces for the ANGRY Albino Sock Monkey? She just doesn't fucking get it.
K works with idiots. Truly. Every week he never fails to astound me with some tale proving beyond a doubt how idiot they are.
Today, he showed his supervisor the picture of Angry Albino Sock Monkey! She said "Oh she could make money off those. Make them with happy faces." Huh? Happy faces for the ANGRY Albino Sock Monkey? She just doesn't fucking get it.
The Word of the Day for Jun 14 is:
emblazon \im-BLAY-zun\ verb
*1 a : to inscribe or adorn with or as if with heraldic bearings or devices b : to inscribe (as heraldic bearings) on a surface
2 : celebrate, extol
The company I used to work for was quite proud of their logo, it was emblazoned on everything from stationary, to shirts and even boxes!
emblazon \im-BLAY-zun\ verb
*1 a : to inscribe or adorn with or as if with heraldic bearings or devices b : to inscribe (as heraldic bearings) on a surface
2 : celebrate, extol
The company I used to work for was quite proud of their logo, it was emblazoned on everything from stationary, to shirts and even boxes!
Little Changes
I made a few changes to the template, mostly just some pictures on the side and changes to the Cool Reading list - I deleted the blogs who have become boring and added some new ones. I made the photos smaller on the side - I figured people would appreciate that - I have enough pictures of me on the side to prove to people how incredibly VAIN I truly am, no need to force ya'll to look at them quite so large. I also added a few others, most importantly AASM at the top - he's far to cool to have his picture off in archives and some art work of mine (because I'm proud of it).
Weekend was boring. Makes me yawn just thinking about it. I worked. I came home. I went to work. I came home. Woohoo.
This made me giggle, Super Girl loves AASM, her and Cabbage Patch have been playing with him all morning, wrapping him up like a baby. HAHAHAHA! I'd hate to have that handed to me after giving birth!
Oh Pete - You will get an AASM. I have a very demented idea for a special one for you. (Hope your wife doesn't want to shoot me after you get it.) I'll let you know when to start watching the mail for him. I wish I had the EVIL Teddy Ruxpin to sit next to my Freddy Kruger doll.
I made a few changes to the template, mostly just some pictures on the side and changes to the Cool Reading list - I deleted the blogs who have become boring and added some new ones. I made the photos smaller on the side - I figured people would appreciate that - I have enough pictures of me on the side to prove to people how incredibly VAIN I truly am, no need to force ya'll to look at them quite so large. I also added a few others, most importantly AASM at the top - he's far to cool to have his picture off in archives and some art work of mine (because I'm proud of it).
Weekend was boring. Makes me yawn just thinking about it. I worked. I came home. I went to work. I came home. Woohoo.
This made me giggle, Super Girl loves AASM, her and Cabbage Patch have been playing with him all morning, wrapping him up like a baby. HAHAHAHA! I'd hate to have that handed to me after giving birth!
Oh Pete - You will get an AASM. I have a very demented idea for a special one for you. (Hope your wife doesn't want to shoot me after you get it.) I'll let you know when to start watching the mail for him. I wish I had the EVIL Teddy Ruxpin to sit next to my Freddy Kruger doll.
Friday, June 11, 2004
Better Than A Voodoo Doll!
(well almost)
Tonight when K returns from his boyfriend he will be greeted with...
Angry Albino Sock Monkey!
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Update!! 6/12/04 - 9 pm
Angry Albino Sock Monkey Has got to be the best prank I have pulled on K! He arrived home exceeding late last night (this morning really) so I was pissed with him. I could not sleep until I knew he saw Angry Albino Sock Monkey! I was seriously tempted to follow him up the stairs with the camera to capture the 'special moment' of discovery, but I'm glad I didn't. I heard nothing from him after he went upstairs to bed so I erroneously thought he had not turned on the overhead light in his room and therefore had not seen the Angry Albino Sock Monkey hanging from the ceiling fan chain. Today I called from work while on a break and asked if he made a discovery. He said that Angry Albino Sock Monkey was horribly disturbing. He saw the monkey hanging from the chain and when he turned it around to see it's face he was completely creeped out. I started laughing hysterically (while in the waiting area of work... People were giving me odd looks). He said that if I had been behind him waiting with a camera to capture the 'special moment' he might have just had to push me down the stairs! HAHAHAHAHA! He was thankful I did not put a fake knife in Angry Albino Sock Monkey's hand as I had considered, he didn't think he would have been able to sleep at all if that had happened. K has asked that I never make another Angry Albino Sock Monkey! But fuck him! This is far to much fun. I sent a picture of Angry Albino Sock Monkey! to XXXX I'm waiting to hear what he thinks (no I didn't make one for him). I've laughed about all this all freaking day long.
Anyone want an Angry Albino Sock Monkey? Makes a great gift! Isn't Father's Day coming up? What better way to let Dad know what you think of him than with an Albino Sock Monkey! e-mail me.
(well almost)
Tonight when K returns from his boyfriend he will be greeted with...
Angry Albino Sock Monkey!
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Update!! 6/12/04 - 9 pm
Angry Albino Sock Monkey Has got to be the best prank I have pulled on K! He arrived home exceeding late last night (this morning really) so I was pissed with him. I could not sleep until I knew he saw Angry Albino Sock Monkey! I was seriously tempted to follow him up the stairs with the camera to capture the 'special moment' of discovery, but I'm glad I didn't. I heard nothing from him after he went upstairs to bed so I erroneously thought he had not turned on the overhead light in his room and therefore had not seen the Angry Albino Sock Monkey hanging from the ceiling fan chain. Today I called from work while on a break and asked if he made a discovery. He said that Angry Albino Sock Monkey was horribly disturbing. He saw the monkey hanging from the chain and when he turned it around to see it's face he was completely creeped out. I started laughing hysterically (while in the waiting area of work... People were giving me odd looks). He said that if I had been behind him waiting with a camera to capture the 'special moment' he might have just had to push me down the stairs! HAHAHAHAHA! He was thankful I did not put a fake knife in Angry Albino Sock Monkey's hand as I had considered, he didn't think he would have been able to sleep at all if that had happened. K has asked that I never make another Angry Albino Sock Monkey! But fuck him! This is far to much fun. I sent a picture of Angry Albino Sock Monkey! to XXXX I'm waiting to hear what he thinks (no I didn't make one for him). I've laughed about all this all freaking day long.
Anyone want an Angry Albino Sock Monkey? Makes a great gift! Isn't Father's Day coming up? What better way to let Dad know what you think of him than with an Albino Sock Monkey! e-mail me.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Margaritas & Ice Cream
Are a bad combo. Take my word on this. Ewww... Luckily I'm not really really drunk, but I am infact drunk. I wouldn't trust me to drive anyone - note even drive anyone to drink!
The Ice Cream with extra chocolate sauce seemed like a really good idea after the first margarita and when Ordered the second. Now back home after two gargantuan margaritas I'm not so sure. No I don't feel sick, just a pain in my stomache, but I'm sure you don't really care about that so enough of my bitching and moaning.
Went out to dinner and drinks with K. It seemed like a good idea. Drinking sweet icy drinks when disapointed, upset or sad seems like a natural thing to do. I'm fine really, I just wanted some drinks.
We went to a local place. Seemed to be a biker bar. HAH! A biker bar amidst the prim and proper homeowners association members of the ranch. It was a very very tame Centrum Silver group of bikers though. Some hot men were present but the vast majority of leather wearing, Harley driving men were over 50. Very disapointing. Not that I actually go for that kind of man - the biker sort - but a hot man in a tight black t-shirt and jeans is always nice to look at. The 50-something, not hot, in black t-shirt and jeans, grandpa-man is just not.
This place was EXPENSIVE also. So two drinks was about all I could AFFORD! Yikes.
Now I'm a little drunk, sitting her in my bra and panties (new set - I just bought them, buying undies makes me feel better - even if said set of undies looks much less hot on me than it did on the hanger at the store) writing in my blog. Probably not a good idea. I suppose it's better than some things though.
Eh, that's all I can think to say. I think I'll go comment on ramdom blogs since I'm drunk.
Are a bad combo. Take my word on this. Ewww... Luckily I'm not really really drunk, but I am infact drunk. I wouldn't trust me to drive anyone - note even drive anyone to drink!
The Ice Cream with extra chocolate sauce seemed like a really good idea after the first margarita and when Ordered the second. Now back home after two gargantuan margaritas I'm not so sure. No I don't feel sick, just a pain in my stomache, but I'm sure you don't really care about that so enough of my bitching and moaning.
Went out to dinner and drinks with K. It seemed like a good idea. Drinking sweet icy drinks when disapointed, upset or sad seems like a natural thing to do. I'm fine really, I just wanted some drinks.
We went to a local place. Seemed to be a biker bar. HAH! A biker bar amidst the prim and proper homeowners association members of the ranch. It was a very very tame Centrum Silver group of bikers though. Some hot men were present but the vast majority of leather wearing, Harley driving men were over 50. Very disapointing. Not that I actually go for that kind of man - the biker sort - but a hot man in a tight black t-shirt and jeans is always nice to look at. The 50-something, not hot, in black t-shirt and jeans, grandpa-man is just not.
This place was EXPENSIVE also. So two drinks was about all I could AFFORD! Yikes.
Now I'm a little drunk, sitting her in my bra and panties (new set - I just bought them, buying undies makes me feel better - even if said set of undies looks much less hot on me than it did on the hanger at the store) writing in my blog. Probably not a good idea. I suppose it's better than some things though.
Eh, that's all I can think to say. I think I'll go comment on ramdom blogs since I'm drunk.
And So It Has Begun
The spiders have heard my decree and have taken it as a challenge. Just moments ago a pernicious little web weaver dropped down in an ill thought out attempt to ensnare my offspring. The Little People's cries of distress were heard by me and in a swift move to save my offspring from peril, I smashed the little blighter. Score one for Judy, zero for the malevolent eight legged beasties.
All right spiders, I accept your challenge. Bring it on. I have a full can of Aqua Net and a large shoe.
The spiders have heard my decree and have taken it as a challenge. Just moments ago a pernicious little web weaver dropped down in an ill thought out attempt to ensnare my offspring. The Little People's cries of distress were heard by me and in a swift move to save my offspring from peril, I smashed the little blighter. Score one for Judy, zero for the malevolent eight legged beasties.
All right spiders, I accept your challenge. Bring it on. I have a full can of Aqua Net and a large shoe.
Dishing
Since I spent a large amount of time at the orthodontist office yesterday I had the rare opportunity to read magazines I don't normally read - and old ones at that! (translation: Out of sheer boredom I was forced to read old bad magazines to keep my head from exploding)
One such magazine was discussing "The Swan". This is a show I've only heard of and never watched. The first time I heard of it, I thought it was a joke. A reality show based on all the contestants getting serious amounts of cosmetic surgery and who ever turned out 'best' is the winner. Ridiculous calling these shows 'reality'. Anyway the article showed all the contestants and different 'professionals' critiqued the show and the contestants. It was kind of amusing and spiteful at the same time. The plastic surgeon was complaining that the contestants who got boob jobs got implants that were too large. The dentists were saying that everyone's teeth were over bleach leaving them too white and giving them a 'Minnie Mouse' smile. heh... Very funny. I can even hear the Mouse's giggle. The one thing that seemed especially nasty was the hair dresser. He complained that they had the Stepford Wife thing going with everyone having the same hair style and that everyone's hair was too long. That men don't like really long hair. WHAT? I had to look at the picture of the contestants again. No one had a bad hair style. No one had hair that was even as long as mine. Most had hair that was a few inches past their shoulders. And WTF? I've never known a man who didn't like long hair - I'm sure there are men who prefer women with short hair, but I've never met them. And I've NEVER had a man tell me my hair was too long - ever. Most of the time when I mention getting my hair cut, I get panicked looks from men and admonishments to not cut it too much. Anyway, sounds like a snarky comment from a pissy queen who was jealous he wasn't chosen to be the hair fairy for the show. Hair Fairies can be so bitchy.
Speaking of hair... My timer just went off, time to go rinse - I'm a 'Natural' redhead again.
Since I spent a large amount of time at the orthodontist office yesterday I had the rare opportunity to read magazines I don't normally read - and old ones at that! (translation: Out of sheer boredom I was forced to read old bad magazines to keep my head from exploding)
One such magazine was discussing "The Swan". This is a show I've only heard of and never watched. The first time I heard of it, I thought it was a joke. A reality show based on all the contestants getting serious amounts of cosmetic surgery and who ever turned out 'best' is the winner. Ridiculous calling these shows 'reality'. Anyway the article showed all the contestants and different 'professionals' critiqued the show and the contestants. It was kind of amusing and spiteful at the same time. The plastic surgeon was complaining that the contestants who got boob jobs got implants that were too large. The dentists were saying that everyone's teeth were over bleach leaving them too white and giving them a 'Minnie Mouse' smile. heh... Very funny. I can even hear the Mouse's giggle. The one thing that seemed especially nasty was the hair dresser. He complained that they had the Stepford Wife thing going with everyone having the same hair style and that everyone's hair was too long. That men don't like really long hair. WHAT? I had to look at the picture of the contestants again. No one had a bad hair style. No one had hair that was even as long as mine. Most had hair that was a few inches past their shoulders. And WTF? I've never known a man who didn't like long hair - I'm sure there are men who prefer women with short hair, but I've never met them. And I've NEVER had a man tell me my hair was too long - ever. Most of the time when I mention getting my hair cut, I get panicked looks from men and admonishments to not cut it too much. Anyway, sounds like a snarky comment from a pissy queen who was jealous he wasn't chosen to be the hair fairy for the show. Hair Fairies can be so bitchy.
Speaking of hair... My timer just went off, time to go rinse - I'm a 'Natural' redhead again.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Itsy Bitsy Spider
Tonight a little bitty spider invaded my computer space. That is not acceptable. I don't like spiders. I fear them (long standing psychological trauma). Even little ones. Though lately I've tried to have a kinder gentler view of the 8 legged ones. I had two people admonish me for killing spiders. Both telling me how killing a spider in the house was bad luck and how spiders kill so many insects and how they are good for the environment, yadda, yadda, yadda. So? So I tried to be non lethal to spiders. Tonight the little bitty nefarious looking black spider was above my computer. I TRIED to ignore it. I did. I have managed to ignore a spider that has been building a web outside my door for the past week - I don't kill bugs that are kind and respectful enough to not invade my residence. (K has a no kill policy on most bugs and will catch and release - I say kill those who have broken my law of no pay, no living in my house, take no chances on them coming back.) I could not ignore the evil little spider - the thought of it hiding in my papers just waiting for me made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. It had to die. I smacked at it. It ran. I smacked. It ran. I yelped. It ran and dropped a line to escape. The line brought the little bastard nearly into my glass. I screamed for spider death. I tried to move my glass. It jumped on my glass and ALMOST TOUCHED ME!!! All bets were off. Kinder and gentler was out the fucking window. I wanted death... And to be far away from creepy spider. K came out of the kitchen and rescued the afore mentioned spider. RESCUED the SPIDER. Bastard. I wanted it dead. It terrorized me. Much like the Spider in Miss Muffet - I would have run away also, but not before trying to beat the spider to death with anything around. K released the spider into the wilds... My plants. Damn it. Now the spider has time to plan and re-enter my home to terrorize me! Damn little eight legged terrorists!
Now to all who tell me it's BAD luck to kill a spider inside. FUCK YOU. I don't need spiders in my house to 'kill bugs' the exterminator comes out 3 times a year for that. I don't need webs hanging from all the corners and creepy eight legged critters hanging out waiting for a bite to eat. Ewwww... And I certainly do not need to be panicked at my computer while surfing for porn. ;o)
Listen up spiders, if you are IN my home, I will spray you with anything handy until you die. I will sick my cat on you. I will smack you with a large shoe (I've already taught the little people to do that). Your horrible mangled body will be flushed down a toilet. I will kill you. Do not enter my home. You will die. Spiders, Don't Fuck With Me.
I hate spiders.
Tonight a little bitty spider invaded my computer space. That is not acceptable. I don't like spiders. I fear them (long standing psychological trauma). Even little ones. Though lately I've tried to have a kinder gentler view of the 8 legged ones. I had two people admonish me for killing spiders. Both telling me how killing a spider in the house was bad luck and how spiders kill so many insects and how they are good for the environment, yadda, yadda, yadda. So? So I tried to be non lethal to spiders. Tonight the little bitty nefarious looking black spider was above my computer. I TRIED to ignore it. I did. I have managed to ignore a spider that has been building a web outside my door for the past week - I don't kill bugs that are kind and respectful enough to not invade my residence. (K has a no kill policy on most bugs and will catch and release - I say kill those who have broken my law of no pay, no living in my house, take no chances on them coming back.) I could not ignore the evil little spider - the thought of it hiding in my papers just waiting for me made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. It had to die. I smacked at it. It ran. I smacked. It ran. I yelped. It ran and dropped a line to escape. The line brought the little bastard nearly into my glass. I screamed for spider death. I tried to move my glass. It jumped on my glass and ALMOST TOUCHED ME!!! All bets were off. Kinder and gentler was out the fucking window. I wanted death... And to be far away from creepy spider. K came out of the kitchen and rescued the afore mentioned spider. RESCUED the SPIDER. Bastard. I wanted it dead. It terrorized me. Much like the Spider in Miss Muffet - I would have run away also, but not before trying to beat the spider to death with anything around. K released the spider into the wilds... My plants. Damn it. Now the spider has time to plan and re-enter my home to terrorize me! Damn little eight legged terrorists!
Now to all who tell me it's BAD luck to kill a spider inside. FUCK YOU. I don't need spiders in my house to 'kill bugs' the exterminator comes out 3 times a year for that. I don't need webs hanging from all the corners and creepy eight legged critters hanging out waiting for a bite to eat. Ewwww... And I certainly do not need to be panicked at my computer while surfing for porn. ;o)
Listen up spiders, if you are IN my home, I will spray you with anything handy until you die. I will sick my cat on you. I will smack you with a large shoe (I've already taught the little people to do that). Your horrible mangled body will be flushed down a toilet. I will kill you. Do not enter my home. You will die. Spiders, Don't Fuck With Me.
I hate spiders.
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