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.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
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.
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Another Day, Another Supid Quiz
'Savvy?'- Maybe you have a few defiant, smart-mouth
tendencies..but what it comes down to is that
you're a sexy beast.
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.
'Savvy?'- Maybe you have a few defiant, smart-mouth
tendencies..but what it comes down to is that
you're a sexy beast.
Which of Captain Jack Sparrow's Quotes are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
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.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Something To Fill Space
I took this off A's blog because I'm not feeling very inspired or original today. Funny thing is I have much to write about - Roleplaying and Sinus Medication Should Not Be Mixed! My perception of the events that happened (I'm sure others would have much different perceptions of the events than I did), maybe tomorrow.
I took this off A's blog because I'm not feeling very inspired or original today. Funny thing is I have much to write about - Roleplaying and Sinus Medication Should Not Be Mixed! My perception of the events that happened (I'm sure others would have much different perceptions of the events than I did), maybe tomorrow.
200 Things: I DID, want to and would never do...
The things I've done are in bold. Things I want to do are bold. Italics are NO-NO not me!
01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climb a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula. (ew)
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said "I love you" and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten my own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby's diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy (*Sigh* recently even)
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Rode on a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (some of 'em anyway)
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day (*sigh* recently even)
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater
80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it.
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken *sigh*
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman/man
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight (fuck I hate to admit that!)
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn't have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office (not in my office but someone elses)
97. Gone without food for 5 days (I only fast for religious reasons.)
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Rode a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place (Don't even ask about it, I'm not telling)
107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents (well cremated, but that's gotta count)
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror (another item I hate admitting!!!)
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children (Actually in the process of that one)
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. ...more than once? - More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking (what? Your supposed to stop???)
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Pet a stingray
145. Broken someone's heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Rode on a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph (you wouldn't think a Mercury Tracer could go that fast, would you?)
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Rode a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196: Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested
Vibrator Shuts Down Airport
Just read the story. It had me giggling as I often worry about my toys when I travel.
Just read the story. It had me giggling as I often worry about my toys when I travel.
Big Ass Spider
The title on this one is in no way an exageration. This Big Nasty Spider is HUGE. It's about as big as my hand. The only reason I actually could take the photo and not run in panic screaming like a little girl while wetting my pants is because there was a rather thick panel of glass between us. This is the thing nightmares are made from. This one lives at the community center where Super Girl takes dance lessons on Saturdays. The weekend I was home with the Little People is the weekend I discovered Big Nasty living outside some of the windows. He's on the corner behind a row of tall bushes so he's well protected from having his web accidentally knocked down. K said that as of this past Saturday he was still there. He is a scary mutha-fucka. If one of my children were to wander into his territory I'm not sure I would be able to run in and rescue them. I might send a dog in... to distract the spider and yell for my offspring to RUN! Seriously. I held my car keys close by as Big Nasty was large enough to car jack me and eat my youngest for lunch. Yet I still had to take a photo, despite the fact that I was having that disturbing skin-crawling feeling just standing near the window. I stood there staring at the spider, I could NOT look away (I was afraid he'd leave the web if I did, then I wouldn't know where it was!!!), so I took a photo, I didn't think anyone would believe this spider was enormous without a picture. I sort of wish the photo would have come out better so you could see in great detail just how disturbing this guy is, but considering I had my camera right up against the glass, I'm actually surprised it came out at all. Now let's hope he's not pissy about having his picture on the internet, I'd hate to have THAT knocking at my door!
The title on this one is in no way an exageration. This Big Nasty Spider is HUGE. It's about as big as my hand. The only reason I actually could take the photo and not run in panic screaming like a little girl while wetting my pants is because there was a rather thick panel of glass between us. This is the thing nightmares are made from. This one lives at the community center where Super Girl takes dance lessons on Saturdays. The weekend I was home with the Little People is the weekend I discovered Big Nasty living outside some of the windows. He's on the corner behind a row of tall bushes so he's well protected from having his web accidentally knocked down. K said that as of this past Saturday he was still there. He is a scary mutha-fucka. If one of my children were to wander into his territory I'm not sure I would be able to run in and rescue them. I might send a dog in... to distract the spider and yell for my offspring to RUN! Seriously. I held my car keys close by as Big Nasty was large enough to car jack me and eat my youngest for lunch. Yet I still had to take a photo, despite the fact that I was having that disturbing skin-crawling feeling just standing near the window. I stood there staring at the spider, I could NOT look away (I was afraid he'd leave the web if I did, then I wouldn't know where it was!!!), so I took a photo, I didn't think anyone would believe this spider was enormous without a picture. I sort of wish the photo would have come out better so you could see in great detail just how disturbing this guy is, but considering I had my camera right up against the glass, I'm actually surprised it came out at all. Now let's hope he's not pissy about having his picture on the internet, I'd hate to have THAT knocking at my door!
Creepy Spider
Since it's a dreary wet day I thought I'd post nasty spider photos. I have an agreement with the Evil Spiders that I won't kill them if they live outside of my domicile. I sometimes even take photos.
This nasty bugger was very ambitious and strung it's web between two trees about 10 feet apart. I had to take a photo of it crossing from one tree to the other. I thought the photo where it looks like it's glowing was fabulous. The little people were fascinated with the spider crossing between the trees. I was curious to see how long the web would stay up since it wasn't right across the side walk, I suppose the down pour going on right now has destroyed this spider's grand plans to catch something huge for dinner. I'm almost sad about it.
Since it's a dreary wet day I thought I'd post nasty spider photos. I have an agreement with the Evil Spiders that I won't kill them if they live outside of my domicile. I sometimes even take photos.
This nasty bugger was very ambitious and strung it's web between two trees about 10 feet apart. I had to take a photo of it crossing from one tree to the other. I thought the photo where it looks like it's glowing was fabulous. The little people were fascinated with the spider crossing between the trees. I was curious to see how long the web would stay up since it wasn't right across the side walk, I suppose the down pour going on right now has destroyed this spider's grand plans to catch something huge for dinner. I'm almost sad about it.
Project Complete
I've finished the Project and I am quite pleased with the end result. I'll post pictures soon, after XXX recieves it. I don't want him to see it on here before he gets it. I had intended to take it to the post office today for shipping but it's raining outside... No, no... It's pouring. Ugh.
I've finished the Project and I am quite pleased with the end result. I'll post pictures soon, after XXX recieves it. I don't want him to see it on here before he gets it. I had intended to take it to the post office today for shipping but it's raining outside... No, no... It's pouring. Ugh.
Friday, October 01, 2004
Project
I'm almost finished with my Project. I've got PMS. I'm very tired but I can't sleep much. I wish I had a giant sized chocolate malt, but I'm glad I don't. I hate my cat.
Does that all make sense? No... Maybe... It should, they all tie in. Let me explain (not that you realy care, but you obviously are wasteing time so why not catch the explanation).
I'm nearly finish with a Project. I'm late finishing this Project. That makes me crazy and sleepless. I hate missing deadlines (even ones that are self imposed). I'm sleepy now, but I MUST finish this Project. I am so close to being done with this. I have to stop though, take a break and so I can refocus and not just fuck it up (as I have already done SEVERAL times). I'm anxious to get it finished though which makes me fidgetty. *sigh*
I have PMS, which is not really fair since I take the Depo Provera shot and I don't have all that messy monthy stuff going on anymore, I shouldn't have to deal with PMS. Although having PMS makes me absolutly obsessed with this Project. Having PMS while having a Project to finish is almost perfect... except PMS makes me sleepy. But I can't sleep because I'm obsesses with this Project.
I wish I had a giant sized chocolate malt. You just read the paragraph above this one, do I really have to explain that one? I'm glad I don't because I'm dieting and if I DID have a giant sized chocolate malt I would feel compelled... no, obligated to finish it even if I didn't want more than just a couple of sips. But who the hell am I kidding? I'd want the whole fucking thing! Thanks to the powers that be that I don't have one... Fuck them because I WANT one!!!
I hate my cat. She's neurotic. She's obsessive. She's an irritant. Hey, sounds like I just described myself! Anyway, she likes to sleep in my bedroom at night, I can't stop her, she can open my door. She likes to get on my pillows somewhere between 3-5 am and stare at me. She purrs really loudly and will lick my face. She's very persistent and will keep this up until I get out of bed at 6:30 am. She interupts my sleep. Fucking cat.
Must go, have obsessing to do, Project to finish and a fucking cat to kick.
I'm almost finished with my Project. I've got PMS. I'm very tired but I can't sleep much. I wish I had a giant sized chocolate malt, but I'm glad I don't. I hate my cat.
Does that all make sense? No... Maybe... It should, they all tie in. Let me explain (not that you realy care, but you obviously are wasteing time so why not catch the explanation).
I'm nearly finish with a Project. I'm late finishing this Project. That makes me crazy and sleepless. I hate missing deadlines (even ones that are self imposed). I'm sleepy now, but I MUST finish this Project. I am so close to being done with this. I have to stop though, take a break and so I can refocus and not just fuck it up (as I have already done SEVERAL times). I'm anxious to get it finished though which makes me fidgetty. *sigh*
I have PMS, which is not really fair since I take the Depo Provera shot and I don't have all that messy monthy stuff going on anymore, I shouldn't have to deal with PMS. Although having PMS makes me absolutly obsessed with this Project. Having PMS while having a Project to finish is almost perfect... except PMS makes me sleepy. But I can't sleep because I'm obsesses with this Project.
I wish I had a giant sized chocolate malt. You just read the paragraph above this one, do I really have to explain that one? I'm glad I don't because I'm dieting and if I DID have a giant sized chocolate malt I would feel compelled... no, obligated to finish it even if I didn't want more than just a couple of sips. But who the hell am I kidding? I'd want the whole fucking thing! Thanks to the powers that be that I don't have one... Fuck them because I WANT one!!!
I hate my cat. She's neurotic. She's obsessive. She's an irritant. Hey, sounds like I just described myself! Anyway, she likes to sleep in my bedroom at night, I can't stop her, she can open my door. She likes to get on my pillows somewhere between 3-5 am and stare at me. She purrs really loudly and will lick my face. She's very persistent and will keep this up until I get out of bed at 6:30 am. She interupts my sleep. Fucking cat.
Must go, have obsessing to do, Project to finish and a fucking cat to kick.
More Letters I Wrote In My Head
Or - More Proof Of My Insanity
Dear Barbie,
Enough already. I'm tired of walking into my bathroom and seeing all of you in my bath tub having a little party. Just yesterday there were no less than 10 of you in the tub! 10! That's a little extreme!
I understand you've been through a difficult time what with your break up with Fairy Boy, I mean Ken, but that's no excuse for the endless naked lesbian orgies going on in my bath tub. The party stops now. Get into rehab, get some counseling. Just get out of my bath tub you plastic whore!
Warmest Regards,
Judy
Dear Youngest Of My Offspring;
I somehow feel somewhat responsible for your obvious brain damage. Jumping on my bed while singing '10 Little Monkies Jumping On The Bed' is proof of your impaired mental facilities. You've fallen off the bed and whacked your hed on the dresser yet you continue to use my bed as a trampoline while singing that insane song and ignoring my constant drone of 'Stop jumping on my bed! Get off my bed!'. (I blame the selective hearing on your father's genetic contribution to you.)
I love you anyway, you bizarre little person.
Love,
Mom
Dear Oldest Progeny;
I must appologize for last night when I told you that Angry Albino Sock Monkey was actually your twin sister who has been kept in a cage in a lab until just recently. I honestly expected you to call me on that one, but you didn't. I was enjoying the fact that you were seriously considering the possibility as true so I just couldn't tell you the truth. (Please, please tell your teacher of your Evil Twin - I'd love to get that call from school.) You're generally a skeptical child so I was taken off guard by your sudden gullible moment, must be a recessive gene from your father's side - not that he's gullible, but your uncles could get a special parking space if they measured gullibility as a handicap.
For now, I will cherish the days that you believe you have an Evil Twin.
Love,
Mom
Or - More Proof Of My Insanity
Dear Barbie,
Enough already. I'm tired of walking into my bathroom and seeing all of you in my bath tub having a little party. Just yesterday there were no less than 10 of you in the tub! 10! That's a little extreme!
I understand you've been through a difficult time what with your break up with Fairy Boy, I mean Ken, but that's no excuse for the endless naked lesbian orgies going on in my bath tub. The party stops now. Get into rehab, get some counseling. Just get out of my bath tub you plastic whore!
Warmest Regards,
Judy
Dear Youngest Of My Offspring;
I somehow feel somewhat responsible for your obvious brain damage. Jumping on my bed while singing '10 Little Monkies Jumping On The Bed' is proof of your impaired mental facilities. You've fallen off the bed and whacked your hed on the dresser yet you continue to use my bed as a trampoline while singing that insane song and ignoring my constant drone of 'Stop jumping on my bed! Get off my bed!'. (I blame the selective hearing on your father's genetic contribution to you.)
I love you anyway, you bizarre little person.
Love,
Mom
Dear Oldest Progeny;
I must appologize for last night when I told you that Angry Albino Sock Monkey was actually your twin sister who has been kept in a cage in a lab until just recently. I honestly expected you to call me on that one, but you didn't. I was enjoying the fact that you were seriously considering the possibility as true so I just couldn't tell you the truth. (Please, please tell your teacher of your Evil Twin - I'd love to get that call from school.) You're generally a skeptical child so I was taken off guard by your sudden gullible moment, must be a recessive gene from your father's side - not that he's gullible, but your uncles could get a special parking space if they measured gullibility as a handicap.
For now, I will cherish the days that you believe you have an Evil Twin.
Love,
Mom
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Political Bull
Last night shortly before heading to bed I read this article titled Bush Policies Bad for Kids, Child Experts Say. Being a parent I was keenly interested in this topic.
I was appaled and shocked by this one statement "Under President Bush (news - web sites)'s leadership, ... more children than ever have health insurance through SCHIP...". That's utter bullshit. The SCHIP (State Child Health Insurance Program) has dropped thousands and thousands of children this year alone. This article written in August 2004 discusses the issues of cost cutting changes in the Texas SCHIP program and how it is affecting people. Dental and vision have been cut out of the program. Mental health benefits have been slashed as well.
The saddest statement in this article is "One of the most distressing things about what's happened with our program is that virtually all of the decline in enrollment of SCHIP children in Texas has been among the lowest-income families," - read that again - decline in enrollment amont the LOWEST-INCOME families. Maybe I'm confused, but wasn't SCHIP developed to help the lowest-income families?
SCHIP cuts = Less children getting basic health care. Which means that more people will be bringing children to the emergency room with acute medical issues. That means more cost that gets passed along to the tax payer. Higher taxes or inaequately funded hospitals.
A scary thing to look at is this table with comments about each state's SCHIP plan.
One study says that 8.5 million low-income children go withough health insurance. Sad, sad, sad.
I'll be considering this issue when I go to vote this November.
Last night shortly before heading to bed I read this article titled Bush Policies Bad for Kids, Child Experts Say. Being a parent I was keenly interested in this topic.
I was appaled and shocked by this one statement "Under President Bush (news - web sites)'s leadership, ... more children than ever have health insurance through SCHIP...". That's utter bullshit. The SCHIP (State Child Health Insurance Program) has dropped thousands and thousands of children this year alone. This article written in August 2004 discusses the issues of cost cutting changes in the Texas SCHIP program and how it is affecting people. Dental and vision have been cut out of the program. Mental health benefits have been slashed as well.
The saddest statement in this article is "One of the most distressing things about what's happened with our program is that virtually all of the decline in enrollment of SCHIP children in Texas has been among the lowest-income families," - read that again - decline in enrollment amont the LOWEST-INCOME families. Maybe I'm confused, but wasn't SCHIP developed to help the lowest-income families?
SCHIP cuts = Less children getting basic health care. Which means that more people will be bringing children to the emergency room with acute medical issues. That means more cost that gets passed along to the tax payer. Higher taxes or inaequately funded hospitals.
A scary thing to look at is this table with comments about each state's SCHIP plan.
One study says that 8.5 million low-income children go withough health insurance. Sad, sad, sad.
I'll be considering this issue when I go to vote this November.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Busy Day
Because I have a project that I must get finished (meaning I must get off my ass and get it done now), today I shall fill this little spot with something silly. A quiz. Don't roll your eyes.
YOU ARE MOLY
What herb are you?
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I've never even heard of that herb.
Because I have a project that I must get finished (meaning I must get off my ass and get it done now), today I shall fill this little spot with something silly. A quiz. Don't roll your eyes.
YOU ARE MOLY
What herb are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
I've never even heard of that herb.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Valium Please?
This morning has been crazier than I had anticipated. I knew it would be crazy as it is MY life, but I didn't expect it to be like THIS.
Super Girl was whiney and slow this morning (which is a switch, usually it's Cabbage Patch who is being The Baddger) and ended up missing the bus. I sent her to her room for a bit as I was a little on the pissed side. I went to scrub the health hazard of a kitchen... ok a bit of an exageration, but it was very nasty - the dishes were done but the counters hadn't been wiped and the floor was in desperate need of sterilization.
A very repentant Super Girl came down from her room while I was scrubbing, I explained that I was not happy that she had missed the bus as it is very important that she go to school every day and that it is her responsibility to get ready on time, that I still loved her even when I'm angry with her and I wouldn't be angry all day. She nodded her head and smiled a bit. I briefly felt like a big ogre when I looked at her little tear streaked and pouty face, but reminded myself that she has to learn to be responsible. It's all about responsibility and being able to be acountable. I'm very proud of her as she really is very good about being responsible and accountable since school has started.
Other Stuff
I was going to write a post about my weekend with He For Who The Sun Doth Shine (XXX) but realized that it would either appear as bragging or just outright porn. *sigh* ahhhh... It was a wonderful weekend.
This morning has been crazier than I had anticipated. I knew it would be crazy as it is MY life, but I didn't expect it to be like THIS.
Super Girl was whiney and slow this morning (which is a switch, usually it's Cabbage Patch who is being The Baddger) and ended up missing the bus. I sent her to her room for a bit as I was a little on the pissed side. I went to scrub the health hazard of a kitchen... ok a bit of an exageration, but it was very nasty - the dishes were done but the counters hadn't been wiped and the floor was in desperate need of sterilization.
A very repentant Super Girl came down from her room while I was scrubbing, I explained that I was not happy that she had missed the bus as it is very important that she go to school every day and that it is her responsibility to get ready on time, that I still loved her even when I'm angry with her and I wouldn't be angry all day. She nodded her head and smiled a bit. I briefly felt like a big ogre when I looked at her little tear streaked and pouty face, but reminded myself that she has to learn to be responsible. It's all about responsibility and being able to be acountable. I'm very proud of her as she really is very good about being responsible and accountable since school has started.
Other Stuff
I was going to write a post about my weekend with He For Who The Sun Doth Shine (XXX) but realized that it would either appear as bragging or just outright porn. *sigh* ahhhh... It was a wonderful weekend.
Monday, September 27, 2004
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I am The Sun
RIP B.O.B
(Battery Operated Boyfriend)
I'm not sure if I mentioned this but a dear memeber of my family passed on recently. B.O.B has been a faithful and loyal companion for the past several years. B.O.B's passing was unexpected and nothing I could do would coax him back to life. I was left with the dificult task of... finding a replacement B.O.B.
XXX kindly helped in the research of a replacement B.O.B. We discussed what qualities I was looking for in a B.O.B and did extensive online research while considering the miltiple options and qualifications the replacement B.O.B would have to posses.
After a brief (and frustrating) mourning period I decided it was time to take the plunge and find the pefect replacement B.O.B. Time to turn to e-bay.
I searched in the appropriate section for a couple of hours and consulted with XXX on his opinion. I had decided that I needed a replacement B.O.B not unlike the original B.O.B but maybe with some extras (speed control would be nice) as well as an extra toy for extra fun. I found a pack with B.O.B, several sleeves for B.O.B, a vibrating egg and two cock rings. The price was reasonable so I bid. I also bid on a vibrating Magic Bullet (water proof) as well as another vibrating egg. I won all my auctions.
ENTER NEW B.O.B
As mentioned last Friday I took a spontanious trip to see XXX. My items arrived Friday morning and after an inspection to make sure everything was there and working, the brand new package of goodies got packed away in my luggage. I forgot many things on this trip, but I did not forget the party favors. ;o)
SEX TOY REVIEW
XXX selfelessly helped me in the testing process of the products. I appreciate his giving of his time for this endevor of mine.
NEW B.O.B. Looks much like old B.O.B. except maybe a tad bit longer (maybe half an inch longer) and it has speed control on the bottom - it's a dial. It goes from a soft wiggle to a nice firm vibration (yeah baby!). The sleeves (tested solo) - most were not so good. The ones I liked in order of which I liked best - the studded one rocked!, the G-Spot one was more effective than I had imagined, the Penis shaped sleeve was nice. I didn't try the anal sleeves or the French tickler sleeve - I really wasn't sure what that one was, it kind of resembled something vaguely squidlike and scary.
COCK RINGS were tested by XXX with my help. One was a rubbery material with a 'quick release button'. We messed with that one for a bit and tried to figure out how exactly to work the release button (damn these types of items that don't come with directions!!), it seemed to work opposite of how one would expect it to also the 'quick release' wasn't quite so quick and proved to be a bit pinchy so it was quickly tossed aside. The other cock ring looked like some kind of torture device. It did however have a vibrating egg (that plugged into the egg power pack) encased in it. The little flange thingies around the ring part were not as soft as one would expect from something designed to do what what it does so this cock ring also was relegated to the 'maybe some other time' pile.
VIBRATING EGG was a winner!! Woohoo! Bells and whistles! Jackpot! Winner!!! Oh... Sorry... I digress... I had tried this before and LOVED it. This one did not disapoint. XXX even gave it a *ahem* thumbs up.
MAGIC BULLET was nice and wireless (which the egg is not) and it's waterproof (also the egg is not). It doesn't have the POWER of the egg but it does have a nice gentle buzz. Not the most fabulous thing in the bunch, but it's not bad and it's perfect for whenever one might want to take a 'nice long hot bath'.
SUMMARY
The pack was well worth the money. Everything cost about the price of buying a good simple B.O.B with no attachments from Good Vibrations . It was way too much fun experimenting with the toys and it added to the already fabulous sex with XXX. Ahhhhhhhh...
Everyone should have sex toys.
(Battery Operated Boyfriend)
I'm not sure if I mentioned this but a dear memeber of my family passed on recently. B.O.B has been a faithful and loyal companion for the past several years. B.O.B's passing was unexpected and nothing I could do would coax him back to life. I was left with the dificult task of... finding a replacement B.O.B.
XXX kindly helped in the research of a replacement B.O.B. We discussed what qualities I was looking for in a B.O.B and did extensive online research while considering the miltiple options and qualifications the replacement B.O.B would have to posses.
After a brief (and frustrating) mourning period I decided it was time to take the plunge and find the pefect replacement B.O.B. Time to turn to e-bay.
I searched in the appropriate section for a couple of hours and consulted with XXX on his opinion. I had decided that I needed a replacement B.O.B not unlike the original B.O.B but maybe with some extras (speed control would be nice) as well as an extra toy for extra fun. I found a pack with B.O.B, several sleeves for B.O.B, a vibrating egg and two cock rings. The price was reasonable so I bid. I also bid on a vibrating Magic Bullet (water proof) as well as another vibrating egg. I won all my auctions.
ENTER NEW B.O.B
As mentioned last Friday I took a spontanious trip to see XXX. My items arrived Friday morning and after an inspection to make sure everything was there and working, the brand new package of goodies got packed away in my luggage. I forgot many things on this trip, but I did not forget the party favors. ;o)
SEX TOY REVIEW
XXX selfelessly helped me in the testing process of the products. I appreciate his giving of his time for this endevor of mine.
NEW B.O.B. Looks much like old B.O.B. except maybe a tad bit longer (maybe half an inch longer) and it has speed control on the bottom - it's a dial. It goes from a soft wiggle to a nice firm vibration (yeah baby!). The sleeves (tested solo) - most were not so good. The ones I liked in order of which I liked best - the studded one rocked!, the G-Spot one was more effective than I had imagined, the Penis shaped sleeve was nice. I didn't try the anal sleeves or the French tickler sleeve - I really wasn't sure what that one was, it kind of resembled something vaguely squidlike and scary.
COCK RINGS were tested by XXX with my help. One was a rubbery material with a 'quick release button'. We messed with that one for a bit and tried to figure out how exactly to work the release button (damn these types of items that don't come with directions!!), it seemed to work opposite of how one would expect it to also the 'quick release' wasn't quite so quick and proved to be a bit pinchy so it was quickly tossed aside. The other cock ring looked like some kind of torture device. It did however have a vibrating egg (that plugged into the egg power pack) encased in it. The little flange thingies around the ring part were not as soft as one would expect from something designed to do what what it does so this cock ring also was relegated to the 'maybe some other time' pile.
VIBRATING EGG was a winner!! Woohoo! Bells and whistles! Jackpot! Winner!!! Oh... Sorry... I digress... I had tried this before and LOVED it. This one did not disapoint. XXX even gave it a *ahem* thumbs up.
MAGIC BULLET was nice and wireless (which the egg is not) and it's waterproof (also the egg is not). It doesn't have the POWER of the egg but it does have a nice gentle buzz. Not the most fabulous thing in the bunch, but it's not bad and it's perfect for whenever one might want to take a 'nice long hot bath'.
SUMMARY
The pack was well worth the money. Everything cost about the price of buying a good simple B.O.B with no attachments from Good Vibrations . It was way too much fun experimenting with the toys and it added to the already fabulous sex with XXX. Ahhhhhhhh...
Everyone should have sex toys.
Poop Talk
While I was away this conversation happened between K and the Little People:
K: (*to Cabbage Patch) Do you have to go to the potty?
CP: No
*pause*
CP: Super Girl poopy.
SG: NO I'M NOT!
CP: Super Girl poopy.
SG: NO I'M NOT!!!!
K: No she's not, now stop that.
CP: Uh-huh, Super Girl poopy.
SG: I'M NOT POOPY! SEE!!! *standing up, pulling her shorts down and point her butt at K and CP* SEE!!
K: Ugghhh... *rolling eyes up in head*
While I was away this conversation happened between K and the Little People:
K: (*to Cabbage Patch) Do you have to go to the potty?
CP: No
*pause*
CP: Super Girl poopy.
SG: NO I'M NOT!
CP: Super Girl poopy.
SG: NO I'M NOT!!!!
K: No she's not, now stop that.
CP: Uh-huh, Super Girl poopy.
SG: I'M NOT POOPY! SEE!!! *standing up, pulling her shorts down and point her butt at K and CP* SEE!!
K: Ugghhh... *rolling eyes up in head*
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Brief Update
Having a fabulous time with XXX. We did manage to pry ourselves from the bed, get dressed, see a movie and have a delightful dinner. Currently XXX had to go into work for a couple of hours (hopefully), so I figured now would be a perfect time to post.
MOVIE RIVIEW
Shaun Of The Dead
I LOVE THIS MOVIE! I love zombie movies. I've seen a lot of zombie movies and I have to say that THIS is now my favorite movie. I laughed my ass off. I screamed a couple of times. I'm not going to tell about the plot of the movie - it's kind of the typical zombie movie plot, but it's a comedy too. If you like zombies and like dark humor, then you'll love this movie.
Having a fabulous time with XXX. We did manage to pry ourselves from the bed, get dressed, see a movie and have a delightful dinner. Currently XXX had to go into work for a couple of hours (hopefully), so I figured now would be a perfect time to post.
MOVIE RIVIEW
Shaun Of The Dead
I LOVE THIS MOVIE! I love zombie movies. I've seen a lot of zombie movies and I have to say that THIS is now my favorite movie. I laughed my ass off. I screamed a couple of times. I'm not going to tell about the plot of the movie - it's kind of the typical zombie movie plot, but it's a comedy too. If you like zombies and like dark humor, then you'll love this movie.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Funny Conversation
*Talking about taking a trip to Mexico, THEY say they are going to get some perscription drugs.
ME: What are you going to get?
THEM: I don't know, but Barri is bugging me to get some Valium for her.
ME: What does she want Valium for?
THEM: She likes to fly on it.
ME: Yeah, that'll make you fly.
*Talking about taking a trip to Mexico, THEY say they are going to get some perscription drugs.
ME: What are you going to get?
THEM: I don't know, but Barri is bugging me to get some Valium for her.
ME: What does she want Valium for?
THEM: She likes to fly on it.
ME: Yeah, that'll make you fly.
Forcast For Fun
I'm going to visit XXX this weekend. *sigh* I'm excited. I leave in a couple of hours. It's a spur of the moment decision to head off to XXX.
This is funny - my horroscope for today:
Dear Judy,
Here is your forecast for Friday Sep 24, 2004.
Personal forecast
Going someplace, or seeing someone, out of the ordinary makes this period special. This is a time during the month you are more likely to do something on a whim or without a plan. You enjoy being different and being surprised; it keeps life fresh. If you need a break from the daily grind, it is easier to free yourself from your usual patterns.
*sigh* Looks like a good weekend.
I'm going to visit XXX this weekend. *sigh* I'm excited. I leave in a couple of hours. It's a spur of the moment decision to head off to XXX.
This is funny - my horroscope for today:
Dear Judy,
Here is your forecast for Friday Sep 24, 2004.
Personal forecast
Going someplace, or seeing someone, out of the ordinary makes this period special. This is a time during the month you are more likely to do something on a whim or without a plan. You enjoy being different and being surprised; it keeps life fresh. If you need a break from the daily grind, it is easier to free yourself from your usual patterns.
*sigh* Looks like a good weekend.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Krabby Patties
Last night I made Spicy Tuna Cakes for dinner. I didn't expect the Little People to eat them. Being my immature offspring they tend to be exceedingly picky in their food choices - I hate to admit it but the picky gene must have come from me as I tend to be exceedingly picky. This would not be an issue if the things she was picky about were to correspond with the food items I refuse to eat, but alas that is not to be, a constant struggle regarding food will continue until her adulthood I predict. At the sight of the cans of tuna Super Girl proclaimed whatever I made would be inedible to her and wrinkled up her little nose. Being the clever mom type person that I am I asked her to help me prepare the Krabby Patties. At the mere mention of Krabby Patties she became more open to the idea that this meal might not taste like ass to her.
After mixing all the ingredients and watching the Krabby Patties cook, Super Girl was more than eager to taste said Krabby Patty. She loved them. So much so that her very ill father almost didn't get dinner from him taking so long to come down the damn stairs and eat dinner. I had set aside three of the patties for him and there was only one left when he finally ventured down the stairs.
Score one for mom. When all else fails try to convince the offspring that dinner is not a disgusting nutricious meal but a delicious meal based on some stupid cartoon.
Last night I made Spicy Tuna Cakes for dinner. I didn't expect the Little People to eat them. Being my immature offspring they tend to be exceedingly picky in their food choices - I hate to admit it but the picky gene must have come from me as I tend to be exceedingly picky. This would not be an issue if the things she was picky about were to correspond with the food items I refuse to eat, but alas that is not to be, a constant struggle regarding food will continue until her adulthood I predict. At the sight of the cans of tuna Super Girl proclaimed whatever I made would be inedible to her and wrinkled up her little nose. Being the clever mom type person that I am I asked her to help me prepare the Krabby Patties. At the mere mention of Krabby Patties she became more open to the idea that this meal might not taste like ass to her.
After mixing all the ingredients and watching the Krabby Patties cook, Super Girl was more than eager to taste said Krabby Patty. She loved them. So much so that her very ill father almost didn't get dinner from him taking so long to come down the damn stairs and eat dinner. I had set aside three of the patties for him and there was only one left when he finally ventured down the stairs.
Score one for mom. When all else fails try to convince the offspring that dinner is not a disgusting nutricious meal but a delicious meal based on some stupid cartoon.
Poison Ivy
Or 
Which would you prefer?
Even though I don't bat for that team I'd prefer the first Poison Ivy and not the second poison ivy that causes a nasty itchy rash. But I've already been in contact with the second poison ivy. I have a lovely itchy rash on my face - both cheeks, a line above my lips and couple of spots on my lips. It doesn't look as bad as it could look, but it itches and stings intermitently.
How did I get poison ivy? Well it's a freaking mystery to me - I'm such a city girl, I don't know jack about 'The Great Outdoors'. I've never been camping and generally avoid walking through heavily wooded areas as that's where the creepy crawly things live - like SPIDERS! I did however take the Little People to the park for a picnic this past weekend. The Little People don't seem to have come in contact with it - which I guess is a good thing, but right now I think I'd rather feel sorry for my kids than have an itchy face. Yeah I know, all thoes Mommy Points I earned on the Tooth Fairy letter have just been lost (and more).
Well I need to go, gotta concentrate on NOT scratching. *sigh*
Or
Which would you prefer?
Even though I don't bat for that team I'd prefer the first Poison Ivy and not the second poison ivy that causes a nasty itchy rash. But I've already been in contact with the second poison ivy. I have a lovely itchy rash on my face - both cheeks, a line above my lips and couple of spots on my lips. It doesn't look as bad as it could look, but it itches and stings intermitently.
How did I get poison ivy? Well it's a freaking mystery to me - I'm such a city girl, I don't know jack about 'The Great Outdoors'. I've never been camping and generally avoid walking through heavily wooded areas as that's where the creepy crawly things live - like SPIDERS! I did however take the Little People to the park for a picnic this past weekend. The Little People don't seem to have come in contact with it - which I guess is a good thing, but right now I think I'd rather feel sorry for my kids than have an itchy face. Yeah I know, all thoes Mommy Points I earned on the Tooth Fairy letter have just been lost (and more).
Well I need to go, gotta concentrate on NOT scratching. *sigh*
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Financial Trouble For Twinkies
The makers of Twinkies have filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection. What does this mean for Twinkies??? Now I have this sad image of Twinkie The Kid panhandling on the street.
The makers of Twinkies have filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection. What does this mean for Twinkies??? Now I have this sad image of Twinkie The Kid panhandling on the street.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Birthday Bulb
Today is the 96th 'birthday' of a light bulb that has been buring continiously at the North Fort Worth Historical Society. It just makes me wonder just exactly how much electricity has been wasted by not turning that damn bulb off!
Today is the 96th 'birthday' of a light bulb that has been buring continiously at the North Fort Worth Historical Society. It just makes me wonder just exactly how much electricity has been wasted by not turning that damn bulb off!
Monday, September 20, 2004
Another Murder Attempt
Tonight K once again tried to kill me, actually he attempted murder suicide. From an errand to procure soy sauce, he brought back the decadent Death By Chocolate cake. The bastard, he knows my weakness for that which is derived from the cocoa bean, he knows that I would willingly join any cult which chose Death By Chocolate as their means of mass suicide/direct route to heaven/nirvana/space ship/etc.
Obviously this murder/suicide attempt did not work, the cake should be renamed Lame and Desperate Suicide/Attention Getting Attempt cake. It was good though, too good. I had a second piece. Bastard. I think 6 of my 7 lbs I lost in the past two weeks have returned just now.
Tonight K once again tried to kill me, actually he attempted murder suicide. From an errand to procure soy sauce, he brought back the decadent Death By Chocolate cake. The bastard, he knows my weakness for that which is derived from the cocoa bean, he knows that I would willingly join any cult which chose Death By Chocolate as their means of mass suicide/direct route to heaven/nirvana/space ship/etc.
Obviously this murder/suicide attempt did not work, the cake should be renamed Lame and Desperate Suicide/Attention Getting Attempt cake. It was good though, too good. I had a second piece. Bastard. I think 6 of my 7 lbs I lost in the past two weeks have returned just now.
Spank That Monkey!
Oh shit, everyone needs to go Spank The Monkey! You will LOVE it. I was laughing hard smacking that monkey. (not a dirty sight but noisy) I feel better just smacking that monkey up.
*later*
Someone help me, I am enjoying spanking that monkey way to much!
Oh shit, everyone needs to go Spank The Monkey! You will LOVE it. I was laughing hard smacking that monkey. (not a dirty sight but noisy) I feel better just smacking that monkey up.
*later*
Someone help me, I am enjoying spanking that monkey way to much!
Losing It
Yup I've been losing it. Last week I lost 4.5 lbs. I guess this whole being in a funk is doing good for me. Maybe I'll just stay in it and then I'll loose more weight. But wait... having lost weight is making me.... happy... damn it. I'm kidding, I signed up for eDiets about 2 weeks ago and have lost about 7.5 lbs so far. I'm totally loving this - it's easy and CHEAP ($12 a month).
As far as my mood... it's improved some. I'm fine, don't worry.
Yup I've been losing it. Last week I lost 4.5 lbs. I guess this whole being in a funk is doing good for me. Maybe I'll just stay in it and then I'll loose more weight. But wait... having lost weight is making me.... happy... damn it. I'm kidding, I signed up for eDiets about 2 weeks ago and have lost about 7.5 lbs so far. I'm totally loving this - it's easy and CHEAP ($12 a month).
As far as my mood... it's improved some. I'm fine, don't worry.
I'm Captain Jack Sparrow
Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?
Arrrrgggh Matey! Yesterday was Talk Like A Pirate Day and I missed it. Damn. I might have made more sales if I'd have called the babies 'scurvy dogs' or little 'bilge rats'.
Arrrr! I'm off to do pirate things (well mom things).
XXX, Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!
You are The Cap'n!
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!
It's Captain and don't you forget it!
Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?
Arrrrgggh Matey! Yesterday was Talk Like A Pirate Day and I missed it. Damn. I might have made more sales if I'd have called the babies 'scurvy dogs' or little 'bilge rats'.
Arrrr! I'm off to do pirate things (well mom things).
XXX, Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!
You are The Cap'n!
Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.
What's Yer Inner Pirate?brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!
It's Captain and don't you forget it!
Tooth Smart
I scored some serious Mommy Points with the Tooth Fairy letter. Super Girl burst into my room this morning to let me know that the Tooth Fairy had been there and that she left a tooth brush! I read her the letter and she was sooooooooooo impressed. She said she needs to send Ms. Tooth Fairy a thank you note. :o) I guess I'm doing something right at this Mom thing. Now if only I could convince her that the Sleep In Fairy exists and wrote her letter saying to stay in bed past 8 am on non school mornings (like today). *Yawn*
I scored some serious Mommy Points with the Tooth Fairy letter. Super Girl burst into my room this morning to let me know that the Tooth Fairy had been there and that she left a tooth brush! I read her the letter and she was sooooooooooo impressed. She said she needs to send Ms. Tooth Fairy a thank you note. :o) I guess I'm doing something right at this Mom thing. Now if only I could convince her that the Sleep In Fairy exists and wrote her letter saying to stay in bed past 8 am on non school mornings (like today). *Yawn*
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Starbucks
I've DONE Starbucks now. I am Starbucks bitch now. Just kidding. I got a Starbucks gift card for my birthday and I've been dyeing to use it. Saturday after The Little People and I went to the movies (movie review to come tomorrow), I decided to take us to Starbucks. Cocoa for the Little People and some sort of lowfat Latte thing for me. I was a little uncertain about what to order. I had no clue what most of the things on the menu really were as there weren't any descriptions. I felt painfully uneducated (in coffee house etiquette) by having to ask what to order. Inadequacy and ordering coffee are a bad combo. I went with what the clerk suggested. The Little People and I shared a piece of iced chocolate pound cake (Satan's Decadent chocolate Addiction). It was good, I wasn't overly impressed with the sugar free hazelnut stuff added to my drink, but I still enjoyed it all. Enjoyed it enough to go back today.
K returned from his trip this evening, after a delightful dinner I insisted we stop by the conveniently located Starbucks for after-dinner coffee and more of Satan's Decadent Chocolate Addiction. Feeling brave and slightly more coffee hip I decided to go for the Caramel Macchiato (Foamed milk marked with espresso, vanilla and real caramel) with extra caramel. I went for a tall as opposed to a 'grande' today. It was quite good. I don't think it was the GREATEST COFFEE ON THE EARTH, but it was good. It's a little high in price for a cup of coffee so I doubt I'll be making Starbucks a frequent stop. Well, not after I use up the rest of my gift card that is. I have about $12 left - that will buy several pieces of Satan's Decadent Chocolate Addiction... mmmmmm... Come for the coffee, get hooked on the pastries.
I've DONE Starbucks now. I am Starbucks bitch now. Just kidding. I got a Starbucks gift card for my birthday and I've been dyeing to use it. Saturday after The Little People and I went to the movies (movie review to come tomorrow), I decided to take us to Starbucks. Cocoa for the Little People and some sort of lowfat Latte thing for me. I was a little uncertain about what to order. I had no clue what most of the things on the menu really were as there weren't any descriptions. I felt painfully uneducated (in coffee house etiquette) by having to ask what to order. Inadequacy and ordering coffee are a bad combo. I went with what the clerk suggested. The Little People and I shared a piece of iced chocolate pound cake (Satan's Decadent chocolate Addiction). It was good, I wasn't overly impressed with the sugar free hazelnut stuff added to my drink, but I still enjoyed it all. Enjoyed it enough to go back today.
K returned from his trip this evening, after a delightful dinner I insisted we stop by the conveniently located Starbucks for after-dinner coffee and more of Satan's Decadent Chocolate Addiction. Feeling brave and slightly more coffee hip I decided to go for the Caramel Macchiato (Foamed milk marked with espresso, vanilla and real caramel) with extra caramel. I went for a tall as opposed to a 'grande' today. It was quite good. I don't think it was the GREATEST COFFEE ON THE EARTH, but it was good. It's a little high in price for a cup of coffee so I doubt I'll be making Starbucks a frequent stop. Well, not after I use up the rest of my gift card that is. I have about $12 left - that will buy several pieces of Satan's Decadent Chocolate Addiction... mmmmmm... Come for the coffee, get hooked on the pastries.
Lost: One Tooth!
This morning my oldest offspring - Super Girl - lost a tooth. This is her third tooth loss! I helped her compose a letter to the Tooth Fairy. I also composed a letter from said Fairy that I will leave in the envelope with two shiny coins and a new tooth brush for her.
Her letter to the tooth fairy:
September 19, 2004
and the response:
September 19, 2004
Super Girl
Some Street
In, Texas
My dearest sweet Super Girl;
Thank you dearly for your precious tooth. I can tell that you took very good care of your baby tooth. I am more than happy to make sure that you get a nice big tooth to replace your baby tooth. All I ask is that you take very good care of your tooth and brush it every morning and every night – flossing is a good idea as well.
Please accept these two shiny coins in exchange for your precious tooth. Also accept this brand new tooth brush as a reward for taking such good care of your teeth.
Thank you for the tasty cup of coffee (I didn’t use your mother’s Splenda, I prefer real sugar) it surely will keep me going through out the night (or at least until I can get to the Starbucks for a grande).
Wishing you much love and shiny teeth,
Ms. Tooth Fairy
I hope she likes all this effort!
This morning my oldest offspring - Super Girl - lost a tooth. This is her third tooth loss! I helped her compose a letter to the Tooth Fairy. I also composed a letter from said Fairy that I will leave in the envelope with two shiny coins and a new tooth brush for her.
Her letter to the tooth fairy:
September 19, 2004
Ms. Tooth Fairy
101 Fantasy Street
Toothland
Dearest Ms. Fairy;
I lost a tooth this morning (my third tooth). Thank you for the copious amount of booty I received from you for my last tooth – it more than made up for the lack of visit for the first tooth I lost.
I am requesting a NEW tooth to replace the absent one as I now have a gap where it once was. I would also appreciate some small token in exchange for my valuable tooth. Two shiny coins should suffice – then I’ll be a RICH girl.
Please look for above mentioned tooth in the envelope that contained this message – I shall look there for the two shiny coins tomorrow morning.
I will have mom will leave her coffee pot set up so you can make a tasty cup of coffee to keep you going (don’t use all her Splenda – that will piss her off).
Much warmth,
Super Girl
101 Fantasy Street
Toothland
Dearest Ms. Fairy;
I lost a tooth this morning (my third tooth). Thank you for the copious amount of booty I received from you for my last tooth – it more than made up for the lack of visit for the first tooth I lost.
I am requesting a NEW tooth to replace the absent one as I now have a gap where it once was. I would also appreciate some small token in exchange for my valuable tooth. Two shiny coins should suffice – then I’ll be a RICH girl.
Please look for above mentioned tooth in the envelope that contained this message – I shall look there for the two shiny coins tomorrow morning.
I will have mom will leave her coffee pot set up so you can make a tasty cup of coffee to keep you going (don’t use all her Splenda – that will piss her off).
Much warmth,
Super Girl
and the response:
September 19, 2004
Super Girl
Some Street
In, Texas
My dearest sweet Super Girl;
Thank you dearly for your precious tooth. I can tell that you took very good care of your baby tooth. I am more than happy to make sure that you get a nice big tooth to replace your baby tooth. All I ask is that you take very good care of your tooth and brush it every morning and every night – flossing is a good idea as well.
Please accept these two shiny coins in exchange for your precious tooth. Also accept this brand new tooth brush as a reward for taking such good care of your teeth.
Thank you for the tasty cup of coffee (I didn’t use your mother’s Splenda, I prefer real sugar) it surely will keep me going through out the night (or at least until I can get to the Starbucks for a grande).
Wishing you much love and shiny teeth,
Ms. Tooth Fairy
I hope she likes all this effort!
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Brain Damage
My progeny have brain damage. That's the ONLY explanation. Curently my youngest (Cabbage Patch), who happens to be pissed off at me for letting her sister use "HER" cup for juice, is rolling off the sofa every 5 or 10 minutes. She lays there for a few moments watching the new Power Puff Girl's DVD I procured from the Almighty WalMart then just rolls off the sofa. After plopping ungracefully to the floor she get's up and lays back down on the sofa. Brain damage. *sigh* and I thought I had managed to birth both offspring with little or no mental damage. There goes my Mother Of The Year nomination.
Later
Further proof of brain damage...
After Super Girl had finished the juice, Cabbage Patch brought the empty sippy cup to me and happily accepted juice in the cup. This could be a good thing, save me some dish washing. Hmmm... too bad they don't wear the same size... I could just have a couple of outfits for each and have the switch off every couple of days... save me some laundry to do... heh. Kidding. Really.
My progeny have brain damage. That's the ONLY explanation. Curently my youngest (Cabbage Patch), who happens to be pissed off at me for letting her sister use "HER" cup for juice, is rolling off the sofa every 5 or 10 minutes. She lays there for a few moments watching the new Power Puff Girl's DVD I procured from the Almighty WalMart then just rolls off the sofa. After plopping ungracefully to the floor she get's up and lays back down on the sofa. Brain damage. *sigh* and I thought I had managed to birth both offspring with little or no mental damage. There goes my Mother Of The Year nomination.
Later
Further proof of brain damage...
After Super Girl had finished the juice, Cabbage Patch brought the empty sippy cup to me and happily accepted juice in the cup. This could be a good thing, save me some dish washing. Hmmm... too bad they don't wear the same size... I could just have a couple of outfits for each and have the switch off every couple of days... save me some laundry to do... heh. Kidding. Really.
Exciting Plans For The Night
Well that's a bit of a stretch. I'm going to take the Little People to the movies then make a little trip to Starbucks after. No I'm not planning on getting the kids all cafinated, I just want to use my Starbucks card that I got for my birthday. That and I want to burn off some more time until bed time and lessen the time the tiny terrorists have to make messes in the house.
Hopeing the movie doesn't suck.
Well that's a bit of a stretch. I'm going to take the Little People to the movies then make a little trip to Starbucks after. No I'm not planning on getting the kids all cafinated, I just want to use my Starbucks card that I got for my birthday. That and I want to burn off some more time until bed time and lessen the time the tiny terrorists have to make messes in the house.
Hopeing the movie doesn't suck.
Friday, September 17, 2004
"Say Goodnight Gracie."
That's about it for tonight. I was going to write an angst filled post about my issues, but I'll spare everyone the pain of that and head to bed.
I have the day off tomorrow, of which I am none to happy. K is out of town and child care for Saturday just didn't materialize. I'm loosing money. Money is something I desperately need. To get my drivers license for one thing... I'll write about that experience tomorrow, I'll explain my need for money to get my license.
It's been a deathly quiet evening. Tiny Terrorists in bed earlier than expected due to them being EVIL. I was listening to some music earlier but it just didn't seem to fit me tonight so it's just the hum of the computer and the occasional bug smacking against my window. Quiet is usually good, it's just not helping my mood tonight. Maybe I should have drank that bottle of wine in the fridge.
Off to dream land.
That's about it for tonight. I was going to write an angst filled post about my issues, but I'll spare everyone the pain of that and head to bed.
I have the day off tomorrow, of which I am none to happy. K is out of town and child care for Saturday just didn't materialize. I'm loosing money. Money is something I desperately need. To get my drivers license for one thing... I'll write about that experience tomorrow, I'll explain my need for money to get my license.
It's been a deathly quiet evening. Tiny Terrorists in bed earlier than expected due to them being EVIL. I was listening to some music earlier but it just didn't seem to fit me tonight so it's just the hum of the computer and the occasional bug smacking against my window. Quiet is usually good, it's just not helping my mood tonight. Maybe I should have drank that bottle of wine in the fridge.
Off to dream land.
More Stupid News
Rick James Autopsy Shocker states that Mr. James had lots of drugs in his system when he died. Is anyone shocked by that revelation? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
"In addition to cocaine and crystal meth, the Los Angeles county coroner's report noted the presence of seven other drugs found during the autopsy--specifically Xanax, Valium, Wellbutrin, Celexa, Digoxin, Chlorpheniramine and Vicodin."
Quite frankly I would have been SHOCKED if there HADN'T been drugs in his system.
Rick James Autopsy Shocker states that Mr. James had lots of drugs in his system when he died. Is anyone shocked by that revelation? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
"In addition to cocaine and crystal meth, the Los Angeles county coroner's report noted the presence of seven other drugs found during the autopsy--specifically Xanax, Valium, Wellbutrin, Celexa, Digoxin, Chlorpheniramine and Vicodin."
Quite frankly I would have been SHOCKED if there HADN'T been drugs in his system.
Stupid Quiz Night
In an effort to not bore everyone with my personal issues, I will fill space with something stupid, then I'll go back to the dark, brooding, sullen,s elf depreciating posts.
Congratulations! You're a black velvet!
What Drink Are You?
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You are the Devil card. The Devil is based on the
figure Pan, Lord of the Dance. The earthy
physicality of the devil breeds lust. The
devil's call to return to primal instincts
often creates conflict in a society in which
many of these instincts must be kept under
control. Challenges posed by our physical
bodies can be overcome by strength in the
mental, emotional, and spiritual realms. Pan is
also a symbol of enjoyment and rules our
material creativity. The devil knows physical
pleasure and how to manipulate the physical
world. Material creativity finds its output in
such things as dance, pottery, gardening, and
sex. The self-actualized person is able to
accept the sensuality and usefulness of the
devil's gifts while remaining in control of any
darker urges. Image from The Stone Tarot deck.
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Which Tarot Card Are You?
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Heh... I like that one. I have a deck that has a very cool Devil card where the Devil is a woman in a red dress, I like it better than the goat thing up there.
You represent... desire.
You sure are motivated. You have a definite knack
for getting what you want. You always put your
own interests before those of others, and you
almost always find youself being satisfied.
Though you have determination, try some
compassion. Putting others first occassionally
can get you even more satisfying relationships.
What feeling do you represent?
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The Withered Lover
What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?
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Hmmmm... interesting.
You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be
poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and
creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.
Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.
What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Pretty pic
And now to end this Quiz Night with one that's just stupid and funny.
I'm a rabbit vibe! Stylish, voracious, and I know
exactly what I want and how to get it. Rrowr!
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What kind of sex toy are you?
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So true, so true.
In an effort to not bore everyone with my personal issues, I will fill space with something stupid, then I'll go back to the dark, brooding, sullen,s elf depreciating posts.
Congratulations! You're a black velvet!
What Drink Are You?
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You are the Devil card. The Devil is based on the
figure Pan, Lord of the Dance. The earthy
physicality of the devil breeds lust. The
devil's call to return to primal instincts
often creates conflict in a society in which
many of these instincts must be kept under
control. Challenges posed by our physical
bodies can be overcome by strength in the
mental, emotional, and spiritual realms. Pan is
also a symbol of enjoyment and rules our
material creativity. The devil knows physical
pleasure and how to manipulate the physical
world. Material creativity finds its output in
such things as dance, pottery, gardening, and
sex. The self-actualized person is able to
accept the sensuality and usefulness of the
devil's gifts while remaining in control of any
darker urges. Image from The Stone Tarot deck.
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Which Tarot Card Are You?
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Heh... I like that one. I have a deck that has a very cool Devil card where the Devil is a woman in a red dress, I like it better than the goat thing up there.
You represent... desire.
You sure are motivated. You have a definite knack
for getting what you want. You always put your
own interests before those of others, and you
almost always find youself being satisfied.
Though you have determination, try some
compassion. Putting others first occassionally
can get you even more satisfying relationships.
What feeling do you represent?
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The Withered Lover
What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?
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Hmmmm... interesting.
You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be
poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and
creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.
Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.
What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Pretty pic
And now to end this Quiz Night with one that's just stupid and funny.
I'm a rabbit vibe! Stylish, voracious, and I know
exactly what I want and how to get it. Rrowr!
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(www.uffish.com) and Blogwhore 2
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What kind of sex toy are you?
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So true, so true.
Silly News
Bobby Brown is getting his very own reality TV show. I wonder if it will have a lot of shots of him smacking Whitney up and of him getting busted? It will be like C.O.P.S! Shit I hope it is like that! It would be cool if they got some guest footage of Robert Downey Jr. getting busted, or Winona Ryder trying to talk her way out of getting arrested for shop lifting or maybe Macaulay Culkin getting busted for drugs.
Bobby Brown is getting his very own reality TV show. I wonder if it will have a lot of shots of him smacking Whitney up and of him getting busted? It will be like C.O.P.S! Shit I hope it is like that! It would be cool if they got some guest footage of Robert Downey Jr. getting busted, or Winona Ryder trying to talk her way out of getting arrested for shop lifting or maybe Macaulay Culkin getting busted for drugs.
Gerbil Ball
Tonight we bought Bea a little ball to get her exercise in. The cats are sitting there watching Bea like a redneck watching Nascar. I don't think Bea appareciates the ball or the fact that it rolls every time she tries to get anywhere. Sunshine is trying to be very casual about it yet she hasn't taken her eyes off the ball containing Bea since I set it down in the base.
(imaginary) conversation with Sunshine:
Me: So, what do you think?
Sun: Is that a crunchy shell for a tasty morsel?
Me: NO. It's an exercise ball for Bea.
Sun: That's what I said.
Me: *rolling eyes*
Dusty: *batting at ball casually* Captain! Seems to be an impenetrable force field around the cat food!
Me: *sigh* It's a gerbil, it's NOT FOOD - it's a PET.
Sun: heh, that's funny. You're kidding right? Cats are pets, everything else is either cat food or a nusance.
Me: It's a pet.
Sun: Food. You're saving it for yourself aren't you? That's cool, you did catch it. I totally understand playing with your food before you kill it, but if you wait to long with this kind of food, it get's all tough.
Me: I'm NOT going to eat my gerbil!
Sun: Can I then?
Me: Fuck you cat.
Tonight we bought Bea a little ball to get her exercise in. The cats are sitting there watching Bea like a redneck watching Nascar. I don't think Bea appareciates the ball or the fact that it rolls every time she tries to get anywhere. Sunshine is trying to be very casual about it yet she hasn't taken her eyes off the ball containing Bea since I set it down in the base.
(imaginary) conversation with Sunshine:
Me: So, what do you think?
Sun: Is that a crunchy shell for a tasty morsel?
Me: NO. It's an exercise ball for Bea.
Sun: That's what I said.
Me: *rolling eyes*
Dusty: *batting at ball casually* Captain! Seems to be an impenetrable force field around the cat food!
Me: *sigh* It's a gerbil, it's NOT FOOD - it's a PET.
Sun: heh, that's funny. You're kidding right? Cats are pets, everything else is either cat food or a nusance.
Me: It's a pet.
Sun: Food. You're saving it for yourself aren't you? That's cool, you did catch it. I totally understand playing with your food before you kill it, but if you wait to long with this kind of food, it get's all tough.
Me: I'm NOT going to eat my gerbil!
Sun: Can I then?
Me: Fuck you cat.
Insignificant
That's how I feel lately. I always joke about being invisible to people, but I really do feel that way. Unless someone needs something from me, I might as well just be invisible. That's about the only time people call is when they want something. My brother calls. He's lonely so he calls. I listen until I can't listen anymore. I feel bad because I want to hang up, but I do anyway. I don't call anyone, not really sure anyone wants to hear from me anyway. Well I do call XXX but I'm not even sure he wants to hear from me these days.
It's kind of weird to wake up and realize that no one really considers you to be a priority in their life. You are just not important to anyone other than yourself - and even then other people come first. Well I'm important to work... just that I show up. Otherwise nothing. No one consults me for MY plans (not that there are any), no one really wants my opinion (probably a good thing really - I know that most of you read this because you're at work and reading a book would be to obvious that you're slacking, looking at porn might get you fired), no one takes time out of their lives for me, it's okay really, I know everyone has a life of their own with priorities and I don't really expect anyone to make me one of theirs.
I guess there are advantages to being invisible.
I thik I'll become a hermit. Who would notice really? I just need to find a job that doesn't require me to leave the house. I can shop for groceries at midnight at a 24 hour store so I don't have to interact with anyone, hey even Mobile - they have food there don't they? ("Excuse me ma'am, is this banana organic?" "Huh? This is a gas station, are you gonna get the banana or not??"). I can order everything else off the internet and only interact with my children. They'll grow up thinking I'm an utter and complete freak, and they'll be right. It will give them interesting things to discuss with their therapist whey they are in their 20's having their first nervous breakdown.
I must go for now. Need to talk to the cats, discuss the possibility of adding more cats to the household - I mean what kind of recluse would I be if I didn't have far too many cats?
That's how I feel lately. I always joke about being invisible to people, but I really do feel that way. Unless someone needs something from me, I might as well just be invisible. That's about the only time people call is when they want something. My brother calls. He's lonely so he calls. I listen until I can't listen anymore. I feel bad because I want to hang up, but I do anyway. I don't call anyone, not really sure anyone wants to hear from me anyway. Well I do call XXX but I'm not even sure he wants to hear from me these days.
It's kind of weird to wake up and realize that no one really considers you to be a priority in their life. You are just not important to anyone other than yourself - and even then other people come first. Well I'm important to work... just that I show up. Otherwise nothing. No one consults me for MY plans (not that there are any), no one really wants my opinion (probably a good thing really - I know that most of you read this because you're at work and reading a book would be to obvious that you're slacking, looking at porn might get you fired), no one takes time out of their lives for me, it's okay really, I know everyone has a life of their own with priorities and I don't really expect anyone to make me one of theirs.
I guess there are advantages to being invisible.
I thik I'll become a hermit. Who would notice really? I just need to find a job that doesn't require me to leave the house. I can shop for groceries at midnight at a 24 hour store so I don't have to interact with anyone, hey even Mobile - they have food there don't they? ("Excuse me ma'am, is this banana organic?" "Huh? This is a gas station, are you gonna get the banana or not??"). I can order everything else off the internet and only interact with my children. They'll grow up thinking I'm an utter and complete freak, and they'll be right. It will give them interesting things to discuss with their therapist whey they are in their 20's having their first nervous breakdown.
I must go for now. Need to talk to the cats, discuss the possibility of adding more cats to the household - I mean what kind of recluse would I be if I didn't have far too many cats?
Insanity Part II
I'm having an odd day. I'm not feeling good. Not sick, just not feeling good. Ugh...
I wish my pets could talk (then I wouldn't have to do it for them) although it might be a bad thing, I think it would keep life interesting. Conversations would probably go something like this:
Me: Sunshine! Where are you?
Sun: Mmmmmphhh? Hmmm... what... I'm sleeping...
Me: (rolling eyes) *tisk* You've been alseep for the past 9 hours, wake the hell up.
Sun: Ugh... still sleeping... *rolling over*
Me: *grabbing cat and giving vigorous rub* Wake your bitchass up, you need to help me clean.
Sun: Hey! Hey! You are violating my personal space!! Hands off!
Me: Up lazy ass. Gotta clean house.
Sun: *looking indignant* Do I LOOK like a Disney creation? You sure don't look like Snow White or Cinderella. I'm going back to sleep now.
Me: You can help willingly or I can use you to clean the kitchen floor with.
Sun: You wouldn't.
Me: Look, the broom handle unscrews. See? Wonder how we could attach you to it... Thinking... Thinking...
Sun: Fine. Give me a sponge.
Me: Good thinking. Don't leave streaks now.
Sun: I hate you.
Me: Fuck off, keep cleaning slave!
I'm having an odd day. I'm not feeling good. Not sick, just not feeling good. Ugh...
I wish my pets could talk (then I wouldn't have to do it for them) although it might be a bad thing, I think it would keep life interesting. Conversations would probably go something like this:
Me: Sunshine! Where are you?
Sun: Mmmmmphhh? Hmmm... what... I'm sleeping...
Me: (rolling eyes) *tisk* You've been alseep for the past 9 hours, wake the hell up.
Sun: Ugh... still sleeping... *rolling over*
Me: *grabbing cat and giving vigorous rub* Wake your bitchass up, you need to help me clean.
Sun: Hey! Hey! You are violating my personal space!! Hands off!
Me: Up lazy ass. Gotta clean house.
Sun: *looking indignant* Do I LOOK like a Disney creation? You sure don't look like Snow White or Cinderella. I'm going back to sleep now.
Me: You can help willingly or I can use you to clean the kitchen floor with.
Sun: You wouldn't.
Me: Look, the broom handle unscrews. See? Wonder how we could attach you to it... Thinking... Thinking...
Sun: Fine. Give me a sponge.
Me: Good thinking. Don't leave streaks now.
Sun: I hate you.
Me: Fuck off, keep cleaning slave!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Insanity
I am crazy. No need to get confirmation for anyone, I know the state of my sanity. I talk for the gerbil. I have whole conversations as Bea the gerbil. I've also had conversations as Sunshine the Cat or Dusty the pissy cat as well as a whole entertaining entourage of fish personalities. Yes I know that's crazy. I already admitted it. It makes me fun, at least to myself. (I've also talked for insects and spiders that I disturbe outside, it's an even more desperatly pathetic form of crazy.)
I am crazy. No need to get confirmation for anyone, I know the state of my sanity. I talk for the gerbil. I have whole conversations as Bea the gerbil. I've also had conversations as Sunshine the Cat or Dusty the pissy cat as well as a whole entertaining entourage of fish personalities. Yes I know that's crazy. I already admitted it. It makes me fun, at least to myself. (I've also talked for insects and spiders that I disturbe outside, it's an even more desperatly pathetic form of crazy.)
Leshana Tova Tekatev v'etachetem -
May you be inscribed for a sweet and good year!
Last night started the Jewish New Year. Yesterday was not a great day for the most part, I'll get into it later - I don't want to focus on things that piss me off right now.
Today I'll be cooking a feast for 25. D asked me to asist her put on a reception for her husband's best friend and his new wife. This has become the subject of a bet now. The funds were limited ($200) and the bet was that it could not be done on the funds available. I knew it could. As of yesterday the funds were cut to $150. I assured D that we could do a fajita dinner for 25 for under $150 eaisly. Armed with a list we headed off to shop. We hit the bread outlet first for a huge stack of tortillas, then headed to SAMS to procure the rest of the food. After our shopping trip for supplies to make beef and chicken fajitas, guacamole, pico de gallo, Mexican rice and refried beans - and yes I am making it all, nothing instant or premade - we ended the shopping trip right around $100.
So I'll be spending the day cooking and packaging things up. After Super Girl gets out of school we'll go the lake to recite the Tashlich prayers, toss bread crumbs in the water and empty our pockets (we symbolically cast our sins into the water and leave our old shortcomings behind us, thus starting the new year with a clean slate). The ducks always like this. The kids enjoy it also.
It's a new year. It will be a good year. Leshana Tova.
May you be inscribed for a sweet and good year!
Last night started the Jewish New Year. Yesterday was not a great day for the most part, I'll get into it later - I don't want to focus on things that piss me off right now.
Today I'll be cooking a feast for 25. D asked me to asist her put on a reception for her husband's best friend and his new wife. This has become the subject of a bet now. The funds were limited ($200) and the bet was that it could not be done on the funds available. I knew it could. As of yesterday the funds were cut to $150. I assured D that we could do a fajita dinner for 25 for under $150 eaisly. Armed with a list we headed off to shop. We hit the bread outlet first for a huge stack of tortillas, then headed to SAMS to procure the rest of the food. After our shopping trip for supplies to make beef and chicken fajitas, guacamole, pico de gallo, Mexican rice and refried beans - and yes I am making it all, nothing instant or premade - we ended the shopping trip right around $100.
So I'll be spending the day cooking and packaging things up. After Super Girl gets out of school we'll go the lake to recite the Tashlich prayers, toss bread crumbs in the water and empty our pockets (we symbolically cast our sins into the water and leave our old shortcomings behind us, thus starting the new year with a clean slate). The ducks always like this. The kids enjoy it also.
It's a new year. It will be a good year. Leshana Tova.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
You're a witchy woman! Chances are that you see
Morticia Addams as a role model, and your
wardrobe sports a fair amount of black. The
other mothers at school pick up may look
askance, but your kids already know that the
judgement of others isn't what counts.
What kind of a freaky mother are you?
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No surprises here.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Monday, September 13, 2004
Wash, Rinse, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat...
I made a HUGE mistake today (as you can see). I was looking at the photos from the party this past Saturday night and thinking that my hair was looking a bit faded. I figured I'd get a semi-permanent color to refresh the color. I considered getting a Henna pack and doing that but haven't gone to the beauty supply recently so I got a semi-permanent color from the store. Big mistake. I have been using professional color (the same one) for the past 16 years. I should not have trusted L'oreal. Now my hair is a dark PLUM color. Not RED as the box (and pictures on the box implied). The box said the color would be "Intense Auburn Red" and that it would not lighten hair. No ammonia and that it's gentle and would last up to 28 shampoos. I figured it was temporary and at worst (as implied from the pictures) it would just come out as a very intense red. Not so. It was nearly BLACK at first. Now after about 8-10 shampooings it's this dark color. It's creepy. I look like a vampire. I did the Goth thing back in high school, I'm so over it. I want my red back.
Ya know what sucks the most about this? I need to go get a replacement drivers license this week. I really don't want THIS hair color in the photo. So about 20 more shampoos and hopefully I'll look normal.
I made a HUGE mistake today (as you can see). I was looking at the photos from the party this past Saturday night and thinking that my hair was looking a bit faded. I figured I'd get a semi-permanent color to refresh the color. I considered getting a Henna pack and doing that but haven't gone to the beauty supply recently so I got a semi-permanent color from the store. Big mistake. I have been using professional color (the same one) for the past 16 years. I should not have trusted L'oreal. Now my hair is a dark PLUM color. Not RED as the box (and pictures on the box implied). The box said the color would be "Intense Auburn Red" and that it would not lighten hair. No ammonia and that it's gentle and would last up to 28 shampoos. I figured it was temporary and at worst (as implied from the pictures) it would just come out as a very intense red. Not so. It was nearly BLACK at first. Now after about 8-10 shampooings it's this dark color. It's creepy. I look like a vampire. I did the Goth thing back in high school, I'm so over it. I want my red back.
Ya know what sucks the most about this? I need to go get a replacement drivers license this week. I really don't want THIS hair color in the photo. So about 20 more shampoos and hopefully I'll look normal.
Grocery Trip From Hell
Yesterday we went grocery shopping and it lasted 2 freaking hours!!!! I blame K for this. He accepts this responsibility and knows that some day I will take my horrible revenge on him and it won't be pretty (maybe more Angry Albino Sock Monkies in his room).
We went to Albertsons for shopping as K suggested, he loves to go there as they have the self scan thing there. You get a little scanner device and scan your groceries as you go, then at the check out you just download the info and pay. Well K was having WAY to much fun with the scanner and by the time we got to the check out we needed to do some serious editing before paying. We called over the Oh-So-Happy Checker in charge of the self check area to help us. She was none too thrilled with us and said she would have to rescan all our groceries. This irritates me. I wanted out of the fucking store right then. So she starts scanning, then she has to go do some administrative thing to release something or other and she leaves for a few minutes. She returns and does this AGAIN. *sigh* When she comes back and starts scanning again she weighes all of the produce again even though they have been weighed and have convenient price stickers on them because OBVIOUSLY since we couldn't handle working the scanner we OBVIOUSLY could NOT have weighed and priced our produce correctly. Ugh. It was a joy. The only thing that kept me from strangling someone was the thought of the CHEAP wine in the basket.
Yesterday we went grocery shopping and it lasted 2 freaking hours!!!! I blame K for this. He accepts this responsibility and knows that some day I will take my horrible revenge on him and it won't be pretty (maybe more Angry Albino Sock Monkies in his room).
We went to Albertsons for shopping as K suggested, he loves to go there as they have the self scan thing there. You get a little scanner device and scan your groceries as you go, then at the check out you just download the info and pay. Well K was having WAY to much fun with the scanner and by the time we got to the check out we needed to do some serious editing before paying. We called over the Oh-So-Happy Checker in charge of the self check area to help us. She was none too thrilled with us and said she would have to rescan all our groceries. This irritates me. I wanted out of the fucking store right then. So she starts scanning, then she has to go do some administrative thing to release something or other and she leaves for a few minutes. She returns and does this AGAIN. *sigh* When she comes back and starts scanning again she weighes all of the produce again even though they have been weighed and have convenient price stickers on them because OBVIOUSLY since we couldn't handle working the scanner we OBVIOUSLY could NOT have weighed and priced our produce correctly. Ugh. It was a joy. The only thing that kept me from strangling someone was the thought of the CHEAP wine in the basket.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Celebration For A Drag Queen
I'm going to write about the party first as it will help to get my mind off the blood pressure raising extreemly stressful grocery shopping trip this evening that took 2 fucking hours and an extreem amount of control on my part to keep from killing people (K for one and the ever so cheery checker girl). Thankfully I bought two bottles of cheap wine which is helping to make the rest of this night bearable.
The sorie. It was scheduled to start at 5 pm. I arrived home about 3:30 pm or 4 pm. This meant that I had no time to nap after (which is just about the one thing I look forward to most on the weekends... What? I like a good nap. I preffer a good nap after fabulous sex but XXX doesn't live here. *sigh* See why I call it a karmically challenged life?) work, K had secured child care (Petey had shanghi'd his youngest sister into agreeing to sit on the children for the evening).
We arrived at the party about 6 pm. This was the Queen's 30th birthday (fuck! Is EVERYONE in the freaking gaming group YOUNGER than ME now??? I mean except K and Mrs. S's Husband), several members of his family including the woman responsible for birthing him 30 years ago (she's very nice, she makes queso... mmmmm... cheese...). Mystical D had set out an impressive and tasty array of nibbles which I headed straight for as I was hungry having hot had a moment to eat lunch at the hospital. It's a good thing I ate then. Petey arrived shortly after we did and engaged in a few heated political conversations with K and B to which I wandered off to chat with the girls.
With any party that I attend that involves Petey it always involves drinking. Petey is my drinking buddy. Our quest for inebreiation started with coconut rum and coke. mmmmm... coconut rum.
Eventually the party moved into the livingroom where people were torturing themselves with a Patrick Swazie move - 'Ghost'. It's not as bad as MOST of his movies, but still painful on many levels. Second drink - something tangy and limony-limey. After the movie somehow Petey gained control of ''THE REMOTE" and we were forced to watch sharkes. I wasn't tracking to well on that. I get bored when there's too much talking and not enough limbs being ripped off. Giggles and The Postman were at the party - both expressed their remorse for having ditched my birthday party due to The Postman having chosen THAT day to propose to Giggles. *sigh* Men. I admonished The Postman for his poor planning but forgave them the mortal sin (I am a saint after all, must pardon thoes who are deserving).
The next drink was either a coke and something mix or the coffe mix. I forget. Someone put on my FAVORITE Star Trek movie the Wrath Of Khan - Now it's not like I'm some kind of Trek Geek (K just keep your trap shut on this one), I honestly don't even recognize this movie until I see the man with the most faboulous pecs - Ricardo Montalban .
Soon it was time to go and I had just started my last drink. A tangy limey thing that I chugged before flashing the crowd and leaving.
It was a most fun party, I wish I could have stayed longer and been the last remaining obnoxious drunk, but alas it was not to be, I had to work Sunday morning.
Happy birthday Bill.
I'm going to write about the party first as it will help to get my mind off the blood pressure raising extreemly stressful grocery shopping trip this evening that took 2 fucking hours and an extreem amount of control on my part to keep from killing people (K for one and the ever so cheery checker girl). Thankfully I bought two bottles of cheap wine which is helping to make the rest of this night bearable.
The sorie. It was scheduled to start at 5 pm. I arrived home about 3:30 pm or 4 pm. This meant that I had no time to nap after (which is just about the one thing I look forward to most on the weekends... What? I like a good nap. I preffer a good nap after fabulous sex but XXX doesn't live here. *sigh* See why I call it a karmically challenged life?) work, K had secured child care (Petey had shanghi'd his youngest sister into agreeing to sit on the children for the evening).
We arrived at the party about 6 pm. This was the Queen's 30th birthday (fuck! Is EVERYONE in the freaking gaming group YOUNGER than ME now??? I mean except K and Mrs. S's Husband), several members of his family including the woman responsible for birthing him 30 years ago (she's very nice, she makes queso... mmmmm... cheese...). Mystical D had set out an impressive and tasty array of nibbles which I headed straight for as I was hungry having hot had a moment to eat lunch at the hospital. It's a good thing I ate then. Petey arrived shortly after we did and engaged in a few heated political conversations with K and B to which I wandered off to chat with the girls.
With any party that I attend that involves Petey it always involves drinking. Petey is my drinking buddy. Our quest for inebreiation started with coconut rum and coke. mmmmm... coconut rum.
Eventually the party moved into the livingroom where people were torturing themselves with a Patrick Swazie move - 'Ghost'. It's not as bad as MOST of his movies, but still painful on many levels. Second drink - something tangy and limony-limey. After the movie somehow Petey gained control of ''THE REMOTE" and we were forced to watch sharkes. I wasn't tracking to well on that. I get bored when there's too much talking and not enough limbs being ripped off. Giggles and The Postman were at the party - both expressed their remorse for having ditched my birthday party due to The Postman having chosen THAT day to propose to Giggles. *sigh* Men. I admonished The Postman for his poor planning but forgave them the mortal sin (I am a saint after all, must pardon thoes who are deserving).
The next drink was either a coke and something mix or the coffe mix. I forget. Someone put on my FAVORITE Star Trek movie the Wrath Of Khan - Now it's not like I'm some kind of Trek Geek (K just keep your trap shut on this one), I honestly don't even recognize this movie until I see the man with the most faboulous pecs - Ricardo Montalban .
Soon it was time to go and I had just started my last drink. A tangy limey thing that I chugged before flashing the crowd and leaving.
It was a most fun party, I wish I could have stayed longer and been the last remaining obnoxious drunk, but alas it was not to be, I had to work Sunday morning.
Happy birthday Bill.
Oddly Fitting...
You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to
die, but you won't remember too much of your
life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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I took that (I saw it on a dragqueen's blog) and thought it would just be stupid, but somehow it's a perfect lead in to the party from the weekend.
You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to
die, but you won't remember too much of your
life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
brought to you by Quizilla
I took that (I saw it on a dragqueen's blog) and thought it would just be stupid, but somehow it's a perfect lead in to the party from the weekend.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Oy, I Could Not Be Prouder...
Today while I was going over Rosh Hashanah stuff with Super Girl, she tells me that when she grows up she wants to be the one to blow the Shofar. (click the word to see what it is. A smack to all you dirty minded perverts who were thinking something else!!! I'll post the shofar/chaufer joke soon though.) I swear I was all farklempt after that.
Today while I was going over Rosh Hashanah stuff with Super Girl, she tells me that when she grows up she wants to be the one to blow the Shofar. (click the word to see what it is. A smack to all you dirty minded perverts who were thinking something else!!! I'll post the shofar/chaufer joke soon though.) I swear I was all farklempt after that.
Political Picnic
Saturday of the past Labor Day weekend, we (the family) attended a political picnic at the park located next to the lake that is conveniently located within walking distance of my abode. This is the same lake that I regularly drag Cabbage Patch around despite her incessant brain shattering whining, which in turn causes people to look at me with either absolute pity or complete revulsion at what an abusive mother I could be to force my (by her choice, utterly sedentary) three year old to walk and get some fresh air and much needed exercise prompting those individuals to either ask if I have a stroller or ask if I'm a single mother and need a stroller as the idea of a child just being a prima donna whinny brat hadn't even crossed their minds. But I digress, back to the picnic.
K is quite the card carrying Democrat these days. I suppose that when he came out of the closet he was given his Gay Card and his Democrat Card all in the same day. No matter, his intense interest in something somewhat altruistic is refreshing and welcome. Everyone who attended was asked to bring something so K made a (drum roll please) three layered Jell-o mold in the shape of the United States - yes it was RED, WHITE and BLUE. We also brought a couple of bags of chips and some Cokes.
We stood in the food line with the Little People. Most items were just nasty looking or far to questionable for me to put on my plate or even suggest that my offspring do so. K, being the gastronomicly adventurous man that he is, filled his plate with the typical picnic fare which frightened and repulsed me. I settled on some hummus and pita triangles (which turned out to be hard as fucking rocks) to accompany my tepid all beef hotdog (lucky for me one of the candidates at the picnic is Jewish so I didn't have to consider mystery meat hotdogs). As we get to the table Cabbage Patch drops her hot dog on the ground which commences a race between her and her daddy to see who will pick up the hot dog first, if she got it first chances are she would bite into the dirt covered frankfurter. Luckily K got it in the trash pretty quick. I gave Cabbage Patch mine and sent K, the dutiful daddy (who had dragged us to this) to procure me a happy new hotdog. Super Girl refused to fill a plate with food during our trek through the line but as soon as we sat down she voiced her desire for food. *sigh* Once again through the line, this time with feeling. Super Girl didn't want anything but the all beef hotdog and some chips so we are in and out of the line pretty damn quick. We all sit at the table and eat our tepid dogs while being 'entertained' by the dj who was desperately trying to get the crowd excited despite the fact that he was playing awful music picked out by some 65 year old guy (Mr. DJ).
Once I finished my dog I realized that my time released super-duper strength sinus/cold/allergy tablet had no more time left on it and the mucus factory within my sinus work super efficiently to obstruct my nasal passages. This of course causes me to have a headache and feel crappy. We sat through some political speech given by a couple of candidates - I couldn't tell you what they were saying because to be quite truthful it was boring and I zoned out. Short attention span, what can I say. I considered lying and saying that I was preoccupied with herding the children into a small area on the grass near the table for them to run and play - this is not a lie, but it's not the reason I wasn't listening to the speeches. After all the talking stopped I sent K to get dessert for all of us as I figured the extra sugar for the Little People couldn't possibly make them any more hyper than they already were. K returned with cookies and brownies and then I spotted IT. The absolute most wonderful sugar coated yum-yum ever made. Frosted Animal Cookies! I recognized the bag even though it's been YEARS since I last bought (and devoured) a bag. I demanded that K get me some (all) of the cookies! He returned with a small bowl of them, the little people helped me eat them and I had to seriously control my urges to yell at them to not touch my fucking cookies, I love Frosted Animal Cookies. Mmmm the little pink and white animals with sprinkles... Absolute heaven.... *sigh* I love them almost as much as XXX.
Afterward, I was miserable and ready to go home but NOOOOOOOO the Democrats had planned a torture session especially for me. They called it 'games' for the kids, but I know better. I stood by as the Little People participated in a hoola-hoop contest - though neither of my progeny can hoola-hoop. I silently suffered as they tossed bean bags into a basket (that was moving closer and closer with each toss). The duck game was not so much suffering as it just entailed the Little People picking up a duck out of a blow up pool (no water). Each game secured the kids with a 'prize' for their participation. Prize = Crap. Yay.
Then K asked me if I wanted to meet the candidate he was so impressed with. I said yes. I chatted with the candidate and then it was time to go. I was tired, the tiny terrorists were irritating and it was getting dark. Had we not given enough already? Isn't a Jell-o mold enough??? So we left. K grabbed some spiffy political signs to prominently display in front of out town house. (Much to his delight, yesterday a woman in the area knocked on the door wanting to know where she could get signs like his. I had to call him and tell him how impressed someone was with his political decorations.)
My first political picnic. Maybe my last. The next thing is supposed to take place at a coffee house, I may attend that... Just for the coffee. ;o)
Saturday of the past Labor Day weekend, we (the family) attended a political picnic at the park located next to the lake that is conveniently located within walking distance of my abode. This is the same lake that I regularly drag Cabbage Patch around despite her incessant brain shattering whining, which in turn causes people to look at me with either absolute pity or complete revulsion at what an abusive mother I could be to force my (by her choice, utterly sedentary) three year old to walk and get some fresh air and much needed exercise prompting those individuals to either ask if I have a stroller or ask if I'm a single mother and need a stroller as the idea of a child just being a prima donna whinny brat hadn't even crossed their minds. But I digress, back to the picnic.
K is quite the card carrying Democrat these days. I suppose that when he came out of the closet he was given his Gay Card and his Democrat Card all in the same day. No matter, his intense interest in something somewhat altruistic is refreshing and welcome. Everyone who attended was asked to bring something so K made a (drum roll please) three layered Jell-o mold in the shape of the United States - yes it was RED, WHITE and BLUE. We also brought a couple of bags of chips and some Cokes.
We stood in the food line with the Little People. Most items were just nasty looking or far to questionable for me to put on my plate or even suggest that my offspring do so. K, being the gastronomicly adventurous man that he is, filled his plate with the typical picnic fare which frightened and repulsed me. I settled on some hummus and pita triangles (which turned out to be hard as fucking rocks) to accompany my tepid all beef hotdog (lucky for me one of the candidates at the picnic is Jewish so I didn't have to consider mystery meat hotdogs). As we get to the table Cabbage Patch drops her hot dog on the ground which commences a race between her and her daddy to see who will pick up the hot dog first, if she got it first chances are she would bite into the dirt covered frankfurter. Luckily K got it in the trash pretty quick. I gave Cabbage Patch mine and sent K, the dutiful daddy (who had dragged us to this) to procure me a happy new hotdog. Super Girl refused to fill a plate with food during our trek through the line but as soon as we sat down she voiced her desire for food. *sigh* Once again through the line, this time with feeling. Super Girl didn't want anything but the all beef hotdog and some chips so we are in and out of the line pretty damn quick. We all sit at the table and eat our tepid dogs while being 'entertained' by the dj who was desperately trying to get the crowd excited despite the fact that he was playing awful music picked out by some 65 year old guy (Mr. DJ).
Once I finished my dog I realized that my time released super-duper strength sinus/cold/allergy tablet had no more time left on it and the mucus factory within my sinus work super efficiently to obstruct my nasal passages. This of course causes me to have a headache and feel crappy. We sat through some political speech given by a couple of candidates - I couldn't tell you what they were saying because to be quite truthful it was boring and I zoned out. Short attention span, what can I say. I considered lying and saying that I was preoccupied with herding the children into a small area on the grass near the table for them to run and play - this is not a lie, but it's not the reason I wasn't listening to the speeches. After all the talking stopped I sent K to get dessert for all of us as I figured the extra sugar for the Little People couldn't possibly make them any more hyper than they already were. K returned with cookies and brownies and then I spotted IT. The absolute most wonderful sugar coated yum-yum ever made. Frosted Animal Cookies! I recognized the bag even though it's been YEARS since I last bought (and devoured) a bag. I demanded that K get me some (all) of the cookies! He returned with a small bowl of them, the little people helped me eat them and I had to seriously control my urges to yell at them to not touch my fucking cookies, I love Frosted Animal Cookies. Mmmm the little pink and white animals with sprinkles... Absolute heaven.... *sigh* I love them almost as much as XXX.
Afterward, I was miserable and ready to go home but NOOOOOOOO the Democrats had planned a torture session especially for me. They called it 'games' for the kids, but I know better. I stood by as the Little People participated in a hoola-hoop contest - though neither of my progeny can hoola-hoop. I silently suffered as they tossed bean bags into a basket (that was moving closer and closer with each toss). The duck game was not so much suffering as it just entailed the Little People picking up a duck out of a blow up pool (no water). Each game secured the kids with a 'prize' for their participation. Prize = Crap. Yay.
Then K asked me if I wanted to meet the candidate he was so impressed with. I said yes. I chatted with the candidate and then it was time to go. I was tired, the tiny terrorists were irritating and it was getting dark. Had we not given enough already? Isn't a Jell-o mold enough??? So we left. K grabbed some spiffy political signs to prominently display in front of out town house. (Much to his delight, yesterday a woman in the area knocked on the door wanting to know where she could get signs like his. I had to call him and tell him how impressed someone was with his political decorations.)
My first political picnic. Maybe my last. The next thing is supposed to take place at a coffee house, I may attend that... Just for the coffee. ;o)
Thursday, September 09, 2004
No Yoga = Inflexibility
I was just remembering something that struck me as odd from back when I was driving back from my visit with XXX. I didn't write about it because I ended up just not freaking writing about the suck ass drive home. Yeah it sucked for a number of reasons, I had a tire that I had discovered was really low the morning I left - so gimpy tire made for shaky alignment and shitty drive, got caught in Fucking Austin lunch time traffic, debit card not working at gas station that required PAY BEFORE PUMPING (which I hate), nasty restroom in gas station, pissy gas station attendants, running late getting home and what sucked the most - leaving XXX and knowing I would be sleeping alone again. *sigh* So, yeah I just didn't write about the drive home.
After driving through Austin I stopped to get some gas and check the gimpy tire. Mostly to check the tire as I had half a tank of gas, I figured I'd get gas since I was stopped anyway. As I was pulling into the gas station I stopped at I had been flipping through the stations to find something not so sucky to listen too. I stopped pressing the SEEK button as I turned into the gas station, it was now on some talk radio show. The person talking was talking about Yoga and Christianity. I'm familiar with both. I do yoga and though I'm not a Christian I played one for several years. I listened as I dug trough my purse for my useless debit card. The speaker started in on how one could not be a Christian and practice yoga, how practicing yoga went against the teachings of Christianity. Although I know that in some cultures the practice of yoga is part of their spirituality everyone I know (including myself) know not a damn thing about yoga spirituality and are doing yoga for the flexibility and relaxation. I couldn't listen to anymore of the speakers ramblings and turned off my car. It struck me as ironic that someone would be denoucing yoga for Christians as I've known more than a few Christians who I considered to be rather inflexible.
I was just remembering something that struck me as odd from back when I was driving back from my visit with XXX. I didn't write about it because I ended up just not freaking writing about the suck ass drive home. Yeah it sucked for a number of reasons, I had a tire that I had discovered was really low the morning I left - so gimpy tire made for shaky alignment and shitty drive, got caught in Fucking Austin lunch time traffic, debit card not working at gas station that required PAY BEFORE PUMPING (which I hate), nasty restroom in gas station, pissy gas station attendants, running late getting home and what sucked the most - leaving XXX and knowing I would be sleeping alone again. *sigh* So, yeah I just didn't write about the drive home.
After driving through Austin I stopped to get some gas and check the gimpy tire. Mostly to check the tire as I had half a tank of gas, I figured I'd get gas since I was stopped anyway. As I was pulling into the gas station I stopped at I had been flipping through the stations to find something not so sucky to listen too. I stopped pressing the SEEK button as I turned into the gas station, it was now on some talk radio show. The person talking was talking about Yoga and Christianity. I'm familiar with both. I do yoga and though I'm not a Christian I played one for several years. I listened as I dug trough my purse for my useless debit card. The speaker started in on how one could not be a Christian and practice yoga, how practicing yoga went against the teachings of Christianity. Although I know that in some cultures the practice of yoga is part of their spirituality everyone I know (including myself) know not a damn thing about yoga spirituality and are doing yoga for the flexibility and relaxation. I couldn't listen to anymore of the speakers ramblings and turned off my car. It struck me as ironic that someone would be denoucing yoga for Christians as I've known more than a few Christians who I considered to be rather inflexible.
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