Taken off Dora's lj.
I changed my animal icon because I like cats better than dogs.
And taken off someone else's lj...
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
One of my favorite of the endless. Delerium is my favorite.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
STICK ART!
Yes boys and girls, it's that time again - Time for STICK ART!!!
This was from the discussions taking place last night at karaoke. Seems someone has been doing a bit of false advertising at faire. That is a mortal sin. I've removed the name of the GUILTY party, even though they don't deserve the anonymity... especially since so many people know... and were talking about how the 'package' seemed to be riding a little high/low at times. Boys, boys, boys, don't stuff, we can tell and if we can't, then it's just going to be humiliating and painful when we find out we've been decieved, if you have a tiny dick, don't wear TIGHTS!
Yes boys and girls, it's that time again - Time for STICK ART!!!
This was from the discussions taking place last night at karaoke. Seems someone has been doing a bit of false advertising at faire. That is a mortal sin. I've removed the name of the GUILTY party, even though they don't deserve the anonymity... especially since so many people know... and were talking about how the 'package' seemed to be riding a little high/low at times. Boys, boys, boys, don't stuff, we can tell and if we can't, then it's just going to be humiliating and painful when we find out we've been decieved, if you have a tiny dick, don't wear TIGHTS!
How To Be An Asshat
OR
Men Are All The Same;
The ones who say they are different are either GAY or just useing it as a line to get pussy.
Last Saturday I had a date. This guy was very nice, very much a gentleman, opened the doors for me, kept his hands to himself and paid even. He was nice, he was funny, we had a nice evening. I was willing to go out with him again. I get home and am watching LOTR (read - sleeping on the couch while the DVD ran) and I get an IM from him, he wants to know if I had a good time, yes I did. THEN he wants to know if I felt any 'chemistry'. Now I KNEW even before the date that this guy was hot for me, he had already told me that he liked redheads with green eyes (who doesn't) and that he thought I was sexy (well yeah, 'cuz I am). 'Chemistry' for me is more than just physical looks, it's an overall presents of someone. Like for example, when I was in college I worked at a bank and there was this guy who delivered the mail - Raul - who I loved to look at. Oh damn, I sounded like a sick puppy talking about Raul. My friend Becky urged me to ask the man out before she and everyone else in the vault came up with a decent plan to silence me forever. So I did, we went to lunch the next day. He was hot, and nice and he paid for lunch. The moment he opened his beautiful mouth to have a conversation with me was the moment he became the least attractive man to be sitting across from. He was beautiful and dumb as a post. *sigh* I ate my lunch and tried to use small words and we NEVER went out again. I completely ignored him from that moment on, no amount of him trying to get my attention would work, he wasn't up to my standards. So being able to have an intelegent convesation is important. Listening is also part of it. I went out with a guy who was very intelegent, totally hot for me and also paid for dinner, unfortunately he spent most of the time telling how very intelegent he was and talking AT me. No, no, no. Not a good thing. He even when so far as to TELL me how to do MY JOB. Him who had NEVER, EVER been a photographer was telling ME how to do my job better. He didn't even get three dates he was so annoying. Infact after consulting with a few people it was decided he didn't even deserve a phone call to cancel the pending date, just an e-mail. (he subsequently called me a whore, then months later called me like nothing had happened to which I just replied "You CALLED me a whore." Asshat) Having things in common is another important factor as well as having a good sense of humor and yes looks come in also. Theres a lot that goes into it, I'm sure most women understand this. Chemistry is more than just feeling the urge to skip dinner and head for the back seat/motel/bed/etc. Been there, done that and it's been a lot of fun too, worked out well sometimes, been a mistake others. But he was talking about THAT kind of chemistry.
So he asks and I imediately feel irritated and like he's trying to trap me. Like the guy who takes a girl out for dinner and drinks then tells her that since he spent $XX for dinner she should give him some pussy or a blow job. I'm irritated but not so much that he's totally lost his chances of a second date so I tell him that I feel that is a loaded question and explain how. He gets a phone call and has to go. Okay, no biggie, I go back to watching LOTR (napping). The next day is Mother's Day, I go to faire and when I get back I do the usual - get the Little People cleaned up and off to bed then upload my photos. While I'm uploading, he messages. He's back to the same question. Now I'm getting pissed. I tell him, I like him, I had a nice time, I'd like to go out again. Then he rambles on and basically says how the relationship needs to get physical soon or he's going to move on. Move on mutha fucka, no one pressures me into sex. I don't say that, maybe I should have, I just say 'I understand.' and think, 'yeah good luck finding a 'relationship' you don't have to pay by the hour for with that attitude'. What an asshat. If he just wanted SEX he should have said so before we went out - he would have saved the money on the frappichino and dinner as I would have told him he was wasting his time. If I was intereseted in JUST SEX, I've got plenty of hot sexy men in that line that I can call. So in conclusion, I haven't talked to him again and don't plan to either. Dude, thanks for the Starbucks and dinner, the conversation was great, pitty you turned out to be an asshat. Although, I do respect him for having the balls to say what he wants instead of resorting to head games.
OR
Men Are All The Same;
The ones who say they are different are either GAY or just useing it as a line to get pussy.
Last Saturday I had a date. This guy was very nice, very much a gentleman, opened the doors for me, kept his hands to himself and paid even. He was nice, he was funny, we had a nice evening. I was willing to go out with him again. I get home and am watching LOTR (read - sleeping on the couch while the DVD ran) and I get an IM from him, he wants to know if I had a good time, yes I did. THEN he wants to know if I felt any 'chemistry'. Now I KNEW even before the date that this guy was hot for me, he had already told me that he liked redheads with green eyes (who doesn't) and that he thought I was sexy (well yeah, 'cuz I am). 'Chemistry' for me is more than just physical looks, it's an overall presents of someone. Like for example, when I was in college I worked at a bank and there was this guy who delivered the mail - Raul - who I loved to look at. Oh damn, I sounded like a sick puppy talking about Raul. My friend Becky urged me to ask the man out before she and everyone else in the vault came up with a decent plan to silence me forever. So I did, we went to lunch the next day. He was hot, and nice and he paid for lunch. The moment he opened his beautiful mouth to have a conversation with me was the moment he became the least attractive man to be sitting across from. He was beautiful and dumb as a post. *sigh* I ate my lunch and tried to use small words and we NEVER went out again. I completely ignored him from that moment on, no amount of him trying to get my attention would work, he wasn't up to my standards. So being able to have an intelegent convesation is important. Listening is also part of it. I went out with a guy who was very intelegent, totally hot for me and also paid for dinner, unfortunately he spent most of the time telling how very intelegent he was and talking AT me. No, no, no. Not a good thing. He even when so far as to TELL me how to do MY JOB. Him who had NEVER, EVER been a photographer was telling ME how to do my job better. He didn't even get three dates he was so annoying. Infact after consulting with a few people it was decided he didn't even deserve a phone call to cancel the pending date, just an e-mail. (he subsequently called me a whore, then months later called me like nothing had happened to which I just replied "You CALLED me a whore." Asshat) Having things in common is another important factor as well as having a good sense of humor and yes looks come in also. Theres a lot that goes into it, I'm sure most women understand this. Chemistry is more than just feeling the urge to skip dinner and head for the back seat/motel/bed/etc. Been there, done that and it's been a lot of fun too, worked out well sometimes, been a mistake others. But he was talking about THAT kind of chemistry.
So he asks and I imediately feel irritated and like he's trying to trap me. Like the guy who takes a girl out for dinner and drinks then tells her that since he spent $XX for dinner she should give him some pussy or a blow job. I'm irritated but not so much that he's totally lost his chances of a second date so I tell him that I feel that is a loaded question and explain how. He gets a phone call and has to go. Okay, no biggie, I go back to watching LOTR (napping). The next day is Mother's Day, I go to faire and when I get back I do the usual - get the Little People cleaned up and off to bed then upload my photos. While I'm uploading, he messages. He's back to the same question. Now I'm getting pissed. I tell him, I like him, I had a nice time, I'd like to go out again. Then he rambles on and basically says how the relationship needs to get physical soon or he's going to move on. Move on mutha fucka, no one pressures me into sex. I don't say that, maybe I should have, I just say 'I understand.' and think, 'yeah good luck finding a 'relationship' you don't have to pay by the hour for with that attitude'. What an asshat. If he just wanted SEX he should have said so before we went out - he would have saved the money on the frappichino and dinner as I would have told him he was wasting his time. If I was intereseted in JUST SEX, I've got plenty of hot sexy men in that line that I can call. So in conclusion, I haven't talked to him again and don't plan to either. Dude, thanks for the Starbucks and dinner, the conversation was great, pitty you turned out to be an asshat. Although, I do respect him for having the balls to say what he wants instead of resorting to head games.
Botox Blues
My sister and I went shopping the other day, at the store we found some makeup/accessory bags with different words on them. I got one that says LUST (for my acessories), she got one that says SNOB and she got one for a friend that says BOTOX because her friend just got Botox done last week.
Last night D's husband's best friend - we'll call him Steve for the sake of this story - was over. Now Steve is a great guy, but none too bright. So Steve sees the bags on the table and asks D's husband what they are for, he explains that the SNOB is for D and that BOTOX is for her friend because she just got it done. Steve replies "Ahhh, okay, so she got the Botox done and they gave her the bag." hehehe... As D said, it's a good thing he's pretty.
My sister and I went shopping the other day, at the store we found some makeup/accessory bags with different words on them. I got one that says LUST (for my acessories), she got one that says SNOB and she got one for a friend that says BOTOX because her friend just got Botox done last week.
Last night D's husband's best friend - we'll call him Steve for the sake of this story - was over. Now Steve is a great guy, but none too bright. So Steve sees the bags on the table and asks D's husband what they are for, he explains that the SNOB is for D and that BOTOX is for her friend because she just got it done. Steve replies "Ahhh, okay, so she got the Botox done and they gave her the bag." hehehe... As D said, it's a good thing he's pretty.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Scarby Update!
(finally)
This past weekend at faire was pretty damn awesome. I had only planned to go on Sunday as usual - but to go for all day Sunday as that was going to be my Mother's Day treat to myself. The day off of work! My boss is an insufferable Bitch and a very bad manager and didn't want to let me have the day off. Luckily I got it worked out so I didn't have to work the whole day. My new plan was just to work my small hospitals on Sunday morning and be done and ready to leave by 9 am so I could make it to opening gate. I didn't get finished with work until 9:30 am and then I couldn't find my black bodice (still can't, damned underwear gnomes must have it - little bastards) so I didn't leave until 11:30 am. *sigh*
Things were great once we got to faire. Me and the Little People met up with my aunt and grandmother. Grandma and GiGi spoiled the Little People as much as they could while I walked in parade - I got shanghied out of wench line by pirates! My crew that is.
Everyone had a great time Sunday.
Troll Dog
The Little People loved meeting the Troll and his dog - he was just like a real dog!
Prisoner!
Pitty I didn't have change for a $20, I would have put in a few dollars to keep her locked up.. er.. I mean FREE her.
Super Frizz
Thanks to the torential rains that morning, I had super frizzy hair from the humidy. Oh well I think most people were more worried about side steping the mud puddles rather than looking at my frizz.
Captain John feeling the love
It is good to be the captain.
Pirate Practice
This is why the Little People LOVE Captain John. He gives them swords to play with!
Practice for the other pirate also
It would be unfair to keep the other one out of mortal danger and not give her a sword also.
Old G
Gang sighting at faire.
Go check out my photos to see everything. I really need to move my photos elsewhere, for some reason the resolution on the photos is shitty on yahoo.
(finally)
This past weekend at faire was pretty damn awesome. I had only planned to go on Sunday as usual - but to go for all day Sunday as that was going to be my Mother's Day treat to myself. The day off of work! My boss is an insufferable Bitch and a very bad manager and didn't want to let me have the day off. Luckily I got it worked out so I didn't have to work the whole day. My new plan was just to work my small hospitals on Sunday morning and be done and ready to leave by 9 am so I could make it to opening gate. I didn't get finished with work until 9:30 am and then I couldn't find my black bodice (still can't, damned underwear gnomes must have it - little bastards) so I didn't leave until 11:30 am. *sigh*
Things were great once we got to faire. Me and the Little People met up with my aunt and grandmother. Grandma and GiGi spoiled the Little People as much as they could while I walked in parade - I got shanghied out of wench line by pirates! My crew that is.
Everyone had a great time Sunday.
Troll Dog
The Little People loved meeting the Troll and his dog - he was just like a real dog!
Prisoner!
Pitty I didn't have change for a $20, I would have put in a few dollars to keep her locked up.. er.. I mean FREE her.
Super Frizz
Thanks to the torential rains that morning, I had super frizzy hair from the humidy. Oh well I think most people were more worried about side steping the mud puddles rather than looking at my frizz.
Captain John feeling the love
It is good to be the captain.
Pirate Practice
This is why the Little People LOVE Captain John. He gives them swords to play with!
Practice for the other pirate also
It would be unfair to keep the other one out of mortal danger and not give her a sword also.
Old G
Gang sighting at faire.
Go check out my photos to see everything. I really need to move my photos elsewhere, for some reason the resolution on the photos is shitty on yahoo.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
SO FUCKING BUSY!
I'm not dead people, so stop sending condolence cards to K. Sheesh, you don't post for a couple of days and people make all sorts of assumptions.
I have things to post about, like Mother's Day and how being at faire on Mother's Day rocked and how I almost didn't make it because of fucking work and how my other bodice is MISSING and how I wore my red corset and laced myself up and driving to faire (an hour and 15 minutes) all laced into my corset and my crew dragging me into parade with them and my kids being with Grandma & GiGi and... Well lots.
But I have no time now. D is here, we have to get ready for a luncheon. I'll post pictures soon.
I'm not dead people, so stop sending condolence cards to K. Sheesh, you don't post for a couple of days and people make all sorts of assumptions.
I have things to post about, like Mother's Day and how being at faire on Mother's Day rocked and how I almost didn't make it because of fucking work and how my other bodice is MISSING and how I wore my red corset and laced myself up and driving to faire (an hour and 15 minutes) all laced into my corset and my crew dragging me into parade with them and my kids being with Grandma & GiGi and... Well lots.
But I have no time now. D is here, we have to get ready for a luncheon. I'll post pictures soon.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Not As Planned
That's kind of the story of my life though. Things don't go exactly as planned... but I guess that's what makes it interesting.
I had hoped and anticipated a short day today what with it being Mother's Day weekend and Dr.s generally not wanting to work holidays. I knew that C-sections and inductions would have been done much earlier. Well my hopes and aspirations were dashed when I got here and had 22 babies on my list. Yeah, that's a lot. Luckily for me 3 have declined and I am pretty certain that at least one of the remaining 3 I need to schedule with will also decline. As it stands currently I have appointments until 4:15 pm and I will check with the remaining 3 after 4:30 pm. I won't be out of here until at least 5 pm then I have the joy of going to the other hospital.
I need to call the guy I have a date with tonight and let him know we need to move it back or move it to another day. Fuck I need a nap... or LOTS of Starbucks.
Well off to my next appointment.
That's kind of the story of my life though. Things don't go exactly as planned... but I guess that's what makes it interesting.
I had hoped and anticipated a short day today what with it being Mother's Day weekend and Dr.s generally not wanting to work holidays. I knew that C-sections and inductions would have been done much earlier. Well my hopes and aspirations were dashed when I got here and had 22 babies on my list. Yeah, that's a lot. Luckily for me 3 have declined and I am pretty certain that at least one of the remaining 3 I need to schedule with will also decline. As it stands currently I have appointments until 4:15 pm and I will check with the remaining 3 after 4:30 pm. I won't be out of here until at least 5 pm then I have the joy of going to the other hospital.
I need to call the guy I have a date with tonight and let him know we need to move it back or move it to another day. Fuck I need a nap... or LOTS of Starbucks.
Well off to my next appointment.
Your Birthdate: August 11 |
Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist. You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force. There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too. You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental. Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world. You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer. |
Oddly accurate..
Friday, May 06, 2005
G*d Save The Little Children
Anyone who deems me a hero and jumps up and down excitedly just because I'm giving them SpaghettiO's for lunch is alright in my book.
Anyone who deems me a hero and jumps up and down excitedly just because I'm giving them SpaghettiO's for lunch is alright in my book.
Fire The Logo Person!
You MUST go look at this really bad choice of logos. (don't worry it's work safe, no nekked people)
Who came up with that logo? I wonder if they'd be willing to do political ads? I think I'd like them more with logos like that!
You MUST go look at this really bad choice of logos. (don't worry it's work safe, no nekked people)
Who came up with that logo? I wonder if they'd be willing to do political ads? I think I'd like them more with logos like that!
Good Morning!
How's your morning going? Good? That's great. And mine? Well it started GREAT! I got the ultimate pleaure of PLUNGING my toilet first thing in the morning! Woohoo! Nothing like towels soaked with toilet water to make your day start right!
Yesterday morning started with me trying to open the corn flakes and having the container just explode open, so I had to clean up corn flakes from EVERYWHERE. Much fun. I think this is becoming a theme.
How's your morning going? Good? That's great. And mine? Well it started GREAT! I got the ultimate pleaure of PLUNGING my toilet first thing in the morning! Woohoo! Nothing like towels soaked with toilet water to make your day start right!
Yesterday morning started with me trying to open the corn flakes and having the container just explode open, so I had to clean up corn flakes from EVERYWHERE. Much fun. I think this is becoming a theme.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Thanks For The Warning
Because I'm a mom, I say really stupid and rediculous things to my children to entertain them. Things like I'm going to eat your fingers/toes/nose/elbow/cookie or I'm going to cook you for dinner or I'm going to cover your mouth with duct tape... Okay that one is more to amuse myself... but for some reason they both perk up and ask for the duct tape, and although it's VERY tempting, I never do break out the duct tape as it would be way to difficult to explain to CPS that the kids WANTED the duct tape over their mouths, right now I'll just have to continue to keep Benedryl around for QUIET time.
Anyway... I digress... as usual. The other day as Cabbage Patch was sitting in my lap playing with me I told her I would eat her fingers and she stopped giggling, looked right at me and said "No, you can't eat my fingers, they will make you sick." All I could say was "Oh really? Okay then." And she got off my lap to go torture the cat, obviously no longer interested in playing with someone so stupid as to NOT know that eating fingers will make you sick. I wonder if she's been reading about the Wendy's chilli case?
Because I'm a mom, I say really stupid and rediculous things to my children to entertain them. Things like I'm going to eat your fingers/toes/nose/elbow/cookie or I'm going to cook you for dinner or I'm going to cover your mouth with duct tape... Okay that one is more to amuse myself... but for some reason they both perk up and ask for the duct tape, and although it's VERY tempting, I never do break out the duct tape as it would be way to difficult to explain to CPS that the kids WANTED the duct tape over their mouths, right now I'll just have to continue to keep Benedryl around for QUIET time.
Anyway... I digress... as usual. The other day as Cabbage Patch was sitting in my lap playing with me I told her I would eat her fingers and she stopped giggling, looked right at me and said "No, you can't eat my fingers, they will make you sick." All I could say was "Oh really? Okay then." And she got off my lap to go torture the cat, obviously no longer interested in playing with someone so stupid as to NOT know that eating fingers will make you sick. I wonder if she's been reading about the Wendy's chilli case?
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Proudly Damaging My Childs Psychie Every Chance I Get
The following story is why I will never be voted Mother Of The Year and that is why I someday will be in a tower with a rifle aimed at Kathy Lee. Cabbage Patch regretably has inherited my bug-phobia. About the only BUGS she will touch are lady bugs and butterflies. Yesterday while walking home from the bus stop, Super Girl picked up a rolly polly and it was walking on her hand. Cabbage Patch was watching and ooohhh-ing. I took the bug from Super Girl and held it in my hand for a bit then in a moment of absolute insanity - I mean my brain was not fucking connected in any way at all - I flicked the rolly polly at Cabbage Patch who screamed like the little girl she is. And if THAT wern't enough - I LAUGHED! Then I had the thought that it probably WASN'T a GOOD idea to have done that nor to have LAUGHED. And I laughed again. Bad, bad, bad Judy.
Karma has a way of balancing out though. Today while while waiting for the bus this morning Cabbage Patch let out a blood curdling scream and came running to me - while still screaming. She pointed down to her foot and the only words I could make out were ANT and SHOE. I inspected her sandal and tried to inspect her toes for ants but that was neigh impossible as she had her toes curled so tightly I wish she had of had a lump of coal there to make a diamond. Her foot was literally curled in so tightly it only occupied half of her shoe. I inspected what I could and there was no ant - as I'm quite certain all the high pitched screeching had made the ant think twice and head for it's hill, all I found was a few specks of dirt and some grass. i did manage to calm her down and walk home, but I guess that was my payback for flicking that rolly polly at her. Bad me.
The following story is why I will never be voted Mother Of The Year and that is why I someday will be in a tower with a rifle aimed at Kathy Lee. Cabbage Patch regretably has inherited my bug-phobia. About the only BUGS she will touch are lady bugs and butterflies. Yesterday while walking home from the bus stop, Super Girl picked up a rolly polly and it was walking on her hand. Cabbage Patch was watching and ooohhh-ing. I took the bug from Super Girl and held it in my hand for a bit then in a moment of absolute insanity - I mean my brain was not fucking connected in any way at all - I flicked the rolly polly at Cabbage Patch who screamed like the little girl she is. And if THAT wern't enough - I LAUGHED! Then I had the thought that it probably WASN'T a GOOD idea to have done that nor to have LAUGHED. And I laughed again. Bad, bad, bad Judy.
Karma has a way of balancing out though. Today while while waiting for the bus this morning Cabbage Patch let out a blood curdling scream and came running to me - while still screaming. She pointed down to her foot and the only words I could make out were ANT and SHOE. I inspected her sandal and tried to inspect her toes for ants but that was neigh impossible as she had her toes curled so tightly I wish she had of had a lump of coal there to make a diamond. Her foot was literally curled in so tightly it only occupied half of her shoe. I inspected what I could and there was no ant - as I'm quite certain all the high pitched screeching had made the ant think twice and head for it's hill, all I found was a few specks of dirt and some grass. i did manage to calm her down and walk home, but I guess that was my payback for flicking that rolly polly at her. Bad me.
Come On Ride The Train
Last night to get to the vodka tasteing, I rode the train. Yes public transportaion at is best (sarcasm). Now, I am a seasoned veteran of public transportation having been carless and drivers licenseless until I was 23 (no that's not a joke). Hell I even dated a guy I rode the bus with! (that actually sounds much lamer than it was, I met him at college - we both were attending community college down town - he did have a car, but it's much eaiser and cheaper to take the bus. Actually that's still pretty damn lame.)
ANYWAY... Edana was convinced that taking the train would be the eaisiest thing to do for her also. So she reluctantly agreed. Edana had never riden the train before and wasn't so sure it was a good idea. Heidi convinced her it was much eaiser to take the train, and hell I didn't need to be talked into not having to drive and waste my gas - the round trip cost just over the cost of a gallon of gas. Plus I could READ if I wanted to! Edana decided to depart from the same train station I would be departing from.
K drops me off at the station and I walk over to the ticket machine, all the while keeping an eye out for Edana. When I get to the ticket kiosk this drunk comes up to me to 'help' me work the machine. Typical. Bus stations always have a lot of drunk and homeless hanging around looking for a handout. So I just smile and nod while I pay my $2.50 and get my ticket from the machine, then walk away. I find Edana standing reading a book and we get on the train. Then she tells me about how the drunk approached her while she was getting her ticket, before he could even get his speach going she turned to him and said "Dude, don't make me have to shoot you!" needless to say he did NOT continue talking and just walked the fuck away. I start laughing hard thinking of her scaring the crap out of that drunk. Wish I could have seen that!
Later on the train after watching Edana cautiously eye ever person getting on the train, I said "You never rode a public bus have you?" she confirmed my observation and I went on to tell her of some of my more interesting public transportation tales until we reached our stop.
Unfortunately we did not ride the train back as in my inebriated state I could not locate my ticket right off and the Captain insisted on driving us back to the train station to be certain we were okay to drive home. I'm sure the adventure would have been truly blog worthy. Edana and I will have to ride the train again sometime.
Last night to get to the vodka tasteing, I rode the train. Yes public transportaion at is best (sarcasm). Now, I am a seasoned veteran of public transportation having been carless and drivers licenseless until I was 23 (no that's not a joke). Hell I even dated a guy I rode the bus with! (that actually sounds much lamer than it was, I met him at college - we both were attending community college down town - he did have a car, but it's much eaiser and cheaper to take the bus. Actually that's still pretty damn lame.)
ANYWAY... Edana was convinced that taking the train would be the eaisiest thing to do for her also. So she reluctantly agreed. Edana had never riden the train before and wasn't so sure it was a good idea. Heidi convinced her it was much eaiser to take the train, and hell I didn't need to be talked into not having to drive and waste my gas - the round trip cost just over the cost of a gallon of gas. Plus I could READ if I wanted to! Edana decided to depart from the same train station I would be departing from.
K drops me off at the station and I walk over to the ticket machine, all the while keeping an eye out for Edana. When I get to the ticket kiosk this drunk comes up to me to 'help' me work the machine. Typical. Bus stations always have a lot of drunk and homeless hanging around looking for a handout. So I just smile and nod while I pay my $2.50 and get my ticket from the machine, then walk away. I find Edana standing reading a book and we get on the train. Then she tells me about how the drunk approached her while she was getting her ticket, before he could even get his speach going she turned to him and said "Dude, don't make me have to shoot you!" needless to say he did NOT continue talking and just walked the fuck away. I start laughing hard thinking of her scaring the crap out of that drunk. Wish I could have seen that!
Later on the train after watching Edana cautiously eye ever person getting on the train, I said "You never rode a public bus have you?" she confirmed my observation and I went on to tell her of some of my more interesting public transportation tales until we reached our stop.
Unfortunately we did not ride the train back as in my inebriated state I could not locate my ticket right off and the Captain insisted on driving us back to the train station to be certain we were okay to drive home. I'm sure the adventure would have been truly blog worthy. Edana and I will have to ride the train again sometime.
It's A Wonder They Didn't Throw Us Out
Last night was an Emerald Dragon crew building exercise - a Vodka Tasteing! It was a BLAST! This vodka was FABULOUS! I have to get some (Sable is getting some for a few of us).
The Captain and his lady,
having a pre voka beer
Chernobel Hair!
I guess I got a little too close to that Giant Chernobel Rat at the baseball game.
Hmmmm.. what could the Captain be talking about?
Now I'm truly sad I wasn't on that end of the table to hear THAT conversation.
Sable & Konrad
I'm surprised Konrad stuck around such a rowdy group!
We did get a bit loud (well Lady Edana did... I did just a little. There should be a warning sign on us when we are together). Go check out the rest of the photos for proof.
I gotta say, we have to have the BEST DAMN SHIP EVER! Vodka tasteing for a crew building exercise... that rocks!
Anyway... that was the vodka tasting... I'll write a bit more about the Train Ride with Lady Edana later. hehehehehehe...
Last night was an Emerald Dragon crew building exercise - a Vodka Tasteing! It was a BLAST! This vodka was FABULOUS! I have to get some (Sable is getting some for a few of us).
The Captain and his lady,
having a pre voka beer
Chernobel Hair!
I guess I got a little too close to that Giant Chernobel Rat at the baseball game.
Hmmmm.. what could the Captain be talking about?
Now I'm truly sad I wasn't on that end of the table to hear THAT conversation.
Sable & Konrad
I'm surprised Konrad stuck around such a rowdy group!
We did get a bit loud (well Lady Edana did... I did just a little. There should be a warning sign on us when we are together). Go check out the rest of the photos for proof.
I gotta say, we have to have the BEST DAMN SHIP EVER! Vodka tasteing for a crew building exercise... that rocks!
Anyway... that was the vodka tasting... I'll write a bit more about the Train Ride with Lady Edana later. hehehehehehe...
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Baseball Lame
So we go to the game last night and the mascot was there. This big nuclear accident orange furry thing. Supposedly it's a Prairie Dog. Huh? Why a prairie dog? Fuck if i know.
This is not a prairie dog. It's a giant rat from Chernobel.
THIS is a prairie dog, notice that it is NOT bright ORANGE!
Another photo of the Giant Chernobel Rat.
Big Rat Ass - that's not good for anyone.
So we go to the game last night and the mascot was there. This big nuclear accident orange furry thing. Supposedly it's a Prairie Dog. Huh? Why a prairie dog? Fuck if i know.
This is not a prairie dog. It's a giant rat from Chernobel.
THIS is a prairie dog, notice that it is NOT bright ORANGE!
Another photo of the Giant Chernobel Rat.
Big Rat Ass - that's not good for anyone.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Baseball Game
We went to a baseball game tonight (gag). Here are my Stick Art interpretations of the actual events. (I drew these AT the game - yes I did).
ME
Mascot or Rat
The Torture Continues
me on the way back from dinner. Bastard made me sit for another inning.
Real photos of the ACTUAL mascot rat thing will be posted tomorrow.
We went to a baseball game tonight (gag). Here are my Stick Art interpretations of the actual events. (I drew these AT the game - yes I did).
ME
Mascot or Rat
The Torture Continues
me on the way back from dinner. Bastard made me sit for another inning.
Real photos of the ACTUAL mascot rat thing will be posted tomorrow.
Porta Pottie Problems
Moments before Scotish Court was to start, Cabbage Patch announced that she needed to POTTY and since that potty incident the previous Friday had happened, I took her plea quite seriously. (that and I KNEW there was no place to procure fresh panties for her and she is not a child to go comando - much like her mother). An inquiry as to where the closest privvies were informed me that the closest ones were the *ahem* primatives and they were not far at all and CLEAN. As I didn't have the luxury to head all the way to the flushing toilets, we rushed to the porta-potties.
As promised, they were clean - no disgusting smell of urine, etc. as we approached. I herded the Little People to the large handicapped stall so we could all fit in there and that is where the problems began.
Cabbage Patch headed to the toilet and lifted the lid then announced she would NOT use that toilet. It being a well flush-less toilet, it had well unflushed paper and all in it. She found that unacceptable. And refused to use said toilet. Now... I have sympathy for the child. I absolutly despise using a public toilet let alone a porta-potty. BUT... she's 3 and there's NO way in heaven or hell that we would make it to the flushing toilets. Not a chance. Super Girl stood as far from the toilet as she could and declared that she didn't have to go with wide eyes. *sigh* Being the adult I had to take charge and MAKE Cabbage Patch go. She voiced her displeasure as I bared her bottom and placed it on the toilet seat - of which she just barely perched herself upon. But she went. And then declared that she would NOT use that toilet again. I whole heartedly agree. They may be 'CLEAN' but they were still repulsive. I think I may have to go for some kind of counseling for the next week or so - I had to use it also. Eeeek!
Moments before Scotish Court was to start, Cabbage Patch announced that she needed to POTTY and since that potty incident the previous Friday had happened, I took her plea quite seriously. (that and I KNEW there was no place to procure fresh panties for her and she is not a child to go comando - much like her mother). An inquiry as to where the closest privvies were informed me that the closest ones were the *ahem* primatives and they were not far at all and CLEAN. As I didn't have the luxury to head all the way to the flushing toilets, we rushed to the porta-potties.
As promised, they were clean - no disgusting smell of urine, etc. as we approached. I herded the Little People to the large handicapped stall so we could all fit in there and that is where the problems began.
Cabbage Patch headed to the toilet and lifted the lid then announced she would NOT use that toilet. It being a well flush-less toilet, it had well unflushed paper and all in it. She found that unacceptable. And refused to use said toilet. Now... I have sympathy for the child. I absolutly despise using a public toilet let alone a porta-potty. BUT... she's 3 and there's NO way in heaven or hell that we would make it to the flushing toilets. Not a chance. Super Girl stood as far from the toilet as she could and declared that she didn't have to go with wide eyes. *sigh* Being the adult I had to take charge and MAKE Cabbage Patch go. She voiced her displeasure as I bared her bottom and placed it on the toilet seat - of which she just barely perched herself upon. But she went. And then declared that she would NOT use that toilet again. I whole heartedly agree. They may be 'CLEAN' but they were still repulsive. I think I may have to go for some kind of counseling for the next week or so - I had to use it also. Eeeek!
Scarby 4th Weekend
Because I went with The Little People, I will break my rule of never posting photos of them on here - they were soooo cute!
US!
Gathering Nuts
A fairy gathering nuts. She was tucking them in a fold in her skirt, I was afaid she would go up to the queen and drop the thing of nuts right in front of her. Luckily she abandoned her nut gathering before seeing the queen.
Mini Pirate
Captain John teaching Super Girl the fine points of being a Pirate!
Scurvy Dogs!
My crew mates - well some of them. The others must be in the brig or something to have been missing Faire.
We had such a delightful time. Super Girl and Cabbage Patch are still talking about the Fairy Eggs they got from the Mayor. They enjoyed meeting a REAL Fairy - Jodie (she really is a real life fairy, even if she doesn't know it). Becomeing a lady was fun for them, though they didn't like standing in line one bit. Lucky for them, I bought them ice cream to make up for the long line. We all enjoyed the Ded Bob show and enjoyed watching the closing ceremonies. After gate closing Captain John gave Super Girl pointers on being pirate and gave Cabbage Patch a bit of help with flying with her new wings. It was a good day for all!
Because I went with The Little People, I will break my rule of never posting photos of them on here - they were soooo cute!
US!
Gathering Nuts
A fairy gathering nuts. She was tucking them in a fold in her skirt, I was afaid she would go up to the queen and drop the thing of nuts right in front of her. Luckily she abandoned her nut gathering before seeing the queen.
Mini Pirate
Captain John teaching Super Girl the fine points of being a Pirate!
Scurvy Dogs!
My crew mates - well some of them. The others must be in the brig or something to have been missing Faire.
We had such a delightful time. Super Girl and Cabbage Patch are still talking about the Fairy Eggs they got from the Mayor. They enjoyed meeting a REAL Fairy - Jodie (she really is a real life fairy, even if she doesn't know it). Becomeing a lady was fun for them, though they didn't like standing in line one bit. Lucky for them, I bought them ice cream to make up for the long line. We all enjoyed the Ded Bob show and enjoyed watching the closing ceremonies. After gate closing Captain John gave Super Girl pointers on being pirate and gave Cabbage Patch a bit of help with flying with her new wings. It was a good day for all!
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Scarby! Scarby! Scarby!
I'm so excited, I'm taking The Little People to Scarby today! Super Girl is about to pop she's so excited. I've decided to forgo wearing ship colors (green and black) and wear my garb that matches Super Girl's garb (luckily her dress from last year still fits as I made it a bit big, and a gypsy skirt and shirt from 2 years ago for Super Girl will fit Cabbage Patch). Matching mommy is a really big deal for Super Girl otherwise I would either have K lace me into my red corset and drive to faire like that or would bring the green and black to wear, but since it DOES make a difference to Super Girl, I will make sure we match.
This has been a good and busy weekend. Friday night I went to pick up my belt from Lerxst and also to have dinner with him and Sable. I totally owe Sable as the Tiny Terrorist fell madly in love with her and would not give her a moment's peace - I was so rude and let the kids mob her as I went to talk to Lerxst in the garage about GROMMETS of all things! Sheesh - I deserve a smack. My appologiex Sable, that was completly rude of me and I honestly don't do that normally... but BLACK GROMMETS! I NEED SOME! Sable was an angel and is a natural with kids, she's going to make such a good mom. I can so see her making sure her and her kids have matching garb and all. heh.
The dinner was great but the REAL fun happened BEFORE we even got there. Lerxst lives about 15 minutes drive from me, we had agreed that 7ish was a good time to show up. I left at 6:30 pm knowing I needed to pick up salad and desert as well as get gas in the car. A stop off to get gas was time consumeing to say the least. Just as I walk to the cashier to pre-pay my $20 he is walking out of the little bullet proof building telling me he'll 'be right back' as he goes to walk someone through how to use their store card on the pump. *sigh* He finally saunters back and I then PUMP and now it's time to get food. Into Tom Thumb we go. Tomatoes on sale, salad 2 for one, can't find THE delightful pie I want, then Cabbage Patch says that she needs to go POTTY. I say, hold it, we are almost done... my mistake. I finally chose a pie and rush over to the potty. Where she says that she doesn't have to go anymore. She wet her pants. *sigh*. We go check out and of course the line that I go into which is very short - well I discover why - the checker is PAINFULLY slow. Out of the grocery store, stuff in the trunk, where to get fresh clothes for Cabbage Patch. Right across the street is the answer - Target. $9.99 later with a pack of Tinkerbell panties and blue shorts in hand we head back to the car to change the wee one. We arrive at Lerxst at 7:39 pm. Never a dull moment.
Well back to work.
I'm so excited, I'm taking The Little People to Scarby today! Super Girl is about to pop she's so excited. I've decided to forgo wearing ship colors (green and black) and wear my garb that matches Super Girl's garb (luckily her dress from last year still fits as I made it a bit big, and a gypsy skirt and shirt from 2 years ago for Super Girl will fit Cabbage Patch). Matching mommy is a really big deal for Super Girl otherwise I would either have K lace me into my red corset and drive to faire like that or would bring the green and black to wear, but since it DOES make a difference to Super Girl, I will make sure we match.
This has been a good and busy weekend. Friday night I went to pick up my belt from Lerxst and also to have dinner with him and Sable. I totally owe Sable as the Tiny Terrorist fell madly in love with her and would not give her a moment's peace - I was so rude and let the kids mob her as I went to talk to Lerxst in the garage about GROMMETS of all things! Sheesh - I deserve a smack. My appologiex Sable, that was completly rude of me and I honestly don't do that normally... but BLACK GROMMETS! I NEED SOME! Sable was an angel and is a natural with kids, she's going to make such a good mom. I can so see her making sure her and her kids have matching garb and all. heh.
The dinner was great but the REAL fun happened BEFORE we even got there. Lerxst lives about 15 minutes drive from me, we had agreed that 7ish was a good time to show up. I left at 6:30 pm knowing I needed to pick up salad and desert as well as get gas in the car. A stop off to get gas was time consumeing to say the least. Just as I walk to the cashier to pre-pay my $20 he is walking out of the little bullet proof building telling me he'll 'be right back' as he goes to walk someone through how to use their store card on the pump. *sigh* He finally saunters back and I then PUMP and now it's time to get food. Into Tom Thumb we go. Tomatoes on sale, salad 2 for one, can't find THE delightful pie I want, then Cabbage Patch says that she needs to go POTTY. I say, hold it, we are almost done... my mistake. I finally chose a pie and rush over to the potty. Where she says that she doesn't have to go anymore. She wet her pants. *sigh*. We go check out and of course the line that I go into which is very short - well I discover why - the checker is PAINFULLY slow. Out of the grocery store, stuff in the trunk, where to get fresh clothes for Cabbage Patch. Right across the street is the answer - Target. $9.99 later with a pack of Tinkerbell panties and blue shorts in hand we head back to the car to change the wee one. We arrive at Lerxst at 7:39 pm. Never a dull moment.
Well back to work.
Friday, April 29, 2005
How To Scare The Crap Out Of Me
Be RIGHT outside my door on your knees fixing the trim around the door when I open my door. I will jump back and say "*Jesus! You scared me." Where as the imigrant looking maintaince person will smile a little embarassedly and mutter a heavily accented "Sorry".
First you guys spray water in my window, now you lurk outside my door and scare me. (Damn good thing I wasn't doing something deviant and perverse like making a porn video, my blinds are open enough to see in.) Damn ya'll I swear I'm going to find that number to imigration.
*I was totally guessing as to what his name was, it could be Juan or Jose, I didn't ask.
Be RIGHT outside my door on your knees fixing the trim around the door when I open my door. I will jump back and say "*Jesus! You scared me." Where as the imigrant looking maintaince person will smile a little embarassedly and mutter a heavily accented "Sorry".
First you guys spray water in my window, now you lurk outside my door and scare me. (Damn good thing I wasn't doing something deviant and perverse like making a porn video, my blinds are open enough to see in.) Damn ya'll I swear I'm going to find that number to imigration.
*I was totally guessing as to what his name was, it could be Juan or Jose, I didn't ask.
My Trip To The PoPo
Being as it is the last business day of the month, it's my appointed day to go to the court house and throw myself at the mercy of the court... i.e. throw them some cash to keep me out of jail. I'm happy to report that I did not in fact have to suffer any extraordinary police brutality this time, no Preparation-H or LA PD style beatings, I did however have to give them MOST of my hard earned cash. But damn, now I'm a free woman. No more threat of jail, my ticket is PAID! Woohoo! time for a party... well maybe next week or so since I'm all broke and shit.
Being as it is the last business day of the month, it's my appointed day to go to the court house and throw myself at the mercy of the court... i.e. throw them some cash to keep me out of jail. I'm happy to report that I did not in fact have to suffer any extraordinary police brutality this time, no Preparation-H or LA PD style beatings, I did however have to give them MOST of my hard earned cash. But damn, now I'm a free woman. No more threat of jail, my ticket is PAID! Woohoo! time for a party... well maybe next week or so since I'm all broke and shit.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Vacuum Blockage
To answer the question of 'What was blocking the vacuum?' there is your answer. An unidentifiable mass. And just to further satisfy you that is in fact 'An Unidentifiable Mass', I have swept it into a corner in the kitchen and will leave it there for you to examine (and clean up). Some questions are best left un-asked.
As for the burning rubber smell... well I am out of popcorn damn it - so I took Sable's suggestion of burning candles. I have all my voodoo candles burning right now. I somehow think she meant SENTED candles (which I don't own) not voodoo candles (which I have a whole shelf full of) though... it still smells like burnt rubber... but maybe it will improve my mojo. ;o)
Yes I know I frighten people, it's part of my charm. Gotta go stick some more pins in a voodoo doll now... er.. I mean make a kilt!
To answer the question of 'What was blocking the vacuum?' there is your answer. An unidentifiable mass. And just to further satisfy you that is in fact 'An Unidentifiable Mass', I have swept it into a corner in the kitchen and will leave it there for you to examine (and clean up). Some questions are best left un-asked.
As for the burning rubber smell... well I am out of popcorn damn it - so I took Sable's suggestion of burning candles. I have all my voodoo candles burning right now. I somehow think she meant SENTED candles (which I don't own) not voodoo candles (which I have a whole shelf full of) though... it still smells like burnt rubber... but maybe it will improve my mojo. ;o)
Yes I know I frighten people, it's part of my charm. Gotta go stick some more pins in a voodoo doll now... er.. I mean make a kilt!
So Sorry I Forgot To Tell You!
But it was 2 am when I got home and after you went and got important and essential food items like bread and Blue Bell Chocolate Ice Cream, it toally went out of my head about the SWAT team or the burned clothes (hmmm.. still gotta give her props for that) or that I got a Pixie Stick or that Rigor snorted his Pixie Stick (yes he did, no I am not kidding). I promise that next time I will give you a full and complete detailed account of my karaoke adventures so you don't have to find out in such an impersonal way by reading this blog - even if it means waking you up from a nice peaceful slumber to regale you with tales of my dipshit activities and thoes of my cool friends.
Please forgive my oversight. ;o)
But it was 2 am when I got home and after you went and got important and essential food items like bread and Blue Bell Chocolate Ice Cream, it toally went out of my head about the SWAT team or the burned clothes (hmmm.. still gotta give her props for that) or that I got a Pixie Stick or that Rigor snorted his Pixie Stick (yes he did, no I am not kidding). I promise that next time I will give you a full and complete detailed account of my karaoke adventures so you don't have to find out in such an impersonal way by reading this blog - even if it means waking you up from a nice peaceful slumber to regale you with tales of my dipshit activities and thoes of my cool friends.
Please forgive my oversight. ;o)
Things I LOVE (sarcasim)
Haveing a constipated vacuum cleaner that won't suck.
Taking apart my vacuum cleaner to remove the unidentifiable and disgusting blockage.
Having to clean up the mess from said disgusting blockage.
With my hands - ick.
Turning on vacuum to clean floor and then smelling the lovely smell of burnt rubber as the belt is broken.
Discovering the belt was broken because the sweeping bar thingie was put in wrong (by me)and it wouldn't move. Damn it.
Taking apart the vacuum again to replace the belt (with the last spare).
Vacuuming the floor and having the whole room smell like burn rubber. Yay.
Considering burning popcorn in the microwave just to get rid of the burn rubber smell.
At least the floor is vacuumed.
Haveing a constipated vacuum cleaner that won't suck.
Taking apart my vacuum cleaner to remove the unidentifiable and disgusting blockage.
Having to clean up the mess from said disgusting blockage.
With my hands - ick.
Turning on vacuum to clean floor and then smelling the lovely smell of burnt rubber as the belt is broken.
Discovering the belt was broken because the sweeping bar thingie was put in wrong (by me)and it wouldn't move. Damn it.
Taking apart the vacuum again to replace the belt (with the last spare).
Vacuuming the floor and having the whole room smell like burn rubber. Yay.
Considering burning popcorn in the microwave just to get rid of the burn rubber smell.
At least the floor is vacuumed.
And I Thought I Was Offensive!
Check out The Pope's Blog. It's sure to offend in some way. Although, I'd really like that Pope Pez dispenser. I'd put it next to my other Christian Pez dispenser - Santa Pez.
Check out The Pope's Blog. It's sure to offend in some way. Although, I'd really like that Pope Pez dispenser. I'd put it next to my other Christian Pez dispenser - Santa Pez.
Random Crap
Super Girl got her mid-nine week progress report yeterday and I am pleased to say she got a 4 (which is Highly Developed - working above level) in Reading and got 3's in everything else (which is good, it means she's right on track). The only area of concern is in conduct that she basically is hard headed. *sigh* It's the same note every grading period.
On the way to karaoke I passed a house getting raided by the SWAT team, then in the parking lot of the bar, there were two police cars and officers talking to a man who's girlfriend had slashed all his tires and thrown his clothes in a pile in the parking lot and set them on fire. hehehehe... You go crazy woman! Gotta give her props for taking initive!
Karaoke was so much fucking fun! I learned WAY too much about someone's pubes and coloring practices. Did something bizarre and obscene with someone's clip on hair. Sang Rainbow Connection (badly, very badly) with my crew. Posed for stupid pictures with Shaz being taken by people with camera phones - and one for someone who DOESN'T have a camera phone just wanted us to do that again. Had a bathroom discussion with Shaz and Jodie about small penises and how Shaz once asked a guy "What happened?" when she saw his itty bitty dick, where as I have never fronted on a guy with a small dick, Jodie did not say whether she had or had not done such a thing. I wore a fabulous hat and left at 1 am! And I didn't even drink that night, just being with my friends is ENOUGH!
This morning Super Girl melted my heart. She was standing in line to get on the bus with a handful of buttercups when she suddenly ran back to me and thrust them all in my hand saying 'these are for you'. Then she ran back in line, blew me a kis and got on the bus.
I have a love/hate relationship with Passover and all it's tasty foods. I love it all, but hate how it affects my big ass - as in making it BIGGER. Damn. I have so many left overs and they all taste so damn good it's hard to not gain weight after the Passover. Passover Pounds suck.
I've watched Muppet Treasure Island two more times since my last post concerning the movie. Arrrrggh! I got cabin fever!
Super Girl got her mid-nine week progress report yeterday and I am pleased to say she got a 4 (which is Highly Developed - working above level) in Reading and got 3's in everything else (which is good, it means she's right on track). The only area of concern is in conduct that she basically is hard headed. *sigh* It's the same note every grading period.
On the way to karaoke I passed a house getting raided by the SWAT team, then in the parking lot of the bar, there were two police cars and officers talking to a man who's girlfriend had slashed all his tires and thrown his clothes in a pile in the parking lot and set them on fire. hehehehe... You go crazy woman! Gotta give her props for taking initive!
Karaoke was so much fucking fun! I learned WAY too much about someone's pubes and coloring practices. Did something bizarre and obscene with someone's clip on hair. Sang Rainbow Connection (badly, very badly) with my crew. Posed for stupid pictures with Shaz being taken by people with camera phones - and one for someone who DOESN'T have a camera phone just wanted us to do that again. Had a bathroom discussion with Shaz and Jodie about small penises and how Shaz once asked a guy "What happened?" when she saw his itty bitty dick, where as I have never fronted on a guy with a small dick, Jodie did not say whether she had or had not done such a thing. I wore a fabulous hat and left at 1 am! And I didn't even drink that night, just being with my friends is ENOUGH!
This morning Super Girl melted my heart. She was standing in line to get on the bus with a handful of buttercups when she suddenly ran back to me and thrust them all in my hand saying 'these are for you'. Then she ran back in line, blew me a kis and got on the bus.
I have a love/hate relationship with Passover and all it's tasty foods. I love it all, but hate how it affects my big ass - as in making it BIGGER. Damn. I have so many left overs and they all taste so damn good it's hard to not gain weight after the Passover. Passover Pounds suck.
I've watched Muppet Treasure Island two more times since my last post concerning the movie. Arrrrggh! I got cabin fever!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???
That was just running through my living room terrorizing my youngest of offspring. The piercing screams only succeded in making that little bastard run faster and thus making it harder to photograph. I must admit that although I maintained my SUPER MOM, afraid of nothing exterior, inside I was screaming like a little girl as well. I used all my inner strength to stifel the urge to grab my offspring and flee the domicile never to return (or at least wait until K got home and could go in to secure the inside and stomp on anything icky and scary running around). I grabbed a plasic cup and a piece of paper and employed PETA approved trapping methods to trap and release the invading creepy thing into the wild (my plants actually), although when I did release (read: shook the cup vigorously to fling said bug out and not risk it crawling out and TOUCHING me as that would require me to shower again to remove offending bug germs) I thing I noticed that the trapping of the bug had injured it somehow. Hmmm... well my other option was to out right kill it by spraying it with whatever aresol spray was close and available. At anyrate, my home is safe for now.
That was just running through my living room terrorizing my youngest of offspring. The piercing screams only succeded in making that little bastard run faster and thus making it harder to photograph. I must admit that although I maintained my SUPER MOM, afraid of nothing exterior, inside I was screaming like a little girl as well. I used all my inner strength to stifel the urge to grab my offspring and flee the domicile never to return (or at least wait until K got home and could go in to secure the inside and stomp on anything icky and scary running around). I grabbed a plasic cup and a piece of paper and employed PETA approved trapping methods to trap and release the invading creepy thing into the wild (my plants actually), although when I did release (read: shook the cup vigorously to fling said bug out and not risk it crawling out and TOUCHING me as that would require me to shower again to remove offending bug germs) I thing I noticed that the trapping of the bug had injured it somehow. Hmmm... well my other option was to out right kill it by spraying it with whatever aresol spray was close and available. At anyrate, my home is safe for now.
Pirate Practice
My sister gifted my offspring with THE GREATEST PIRATE MOVIE EVER yesterday. As of this moment, I have watched this movie 5 times. MUPPET TREASURE ISLAND Rocks!!!
It's kind of odd, the Muppets have had a sudden surge of popularity in my home. I honestly never thought my kids would like the Muppets all that much. Other shows from my childhood that I had hoped my wee ones would love have been met with indifference to outright disdane. A few have made the cut with them (Scooby Doo) but leave me with the urge to shove red hot spoons in my eyes to end the suffering. This of course makes me nostalgic for the old Muppet Show.
Anyway... I've had 'Cabin Fever!' running through my head all morning! And now so you will also... the lyrics!
Cabin Fever
Pirates
I got cabin fever
it's burning in my brain
I've got cabin fever
it's driving me insane
We got cabin fever
we're flipping our bandanas
Been stuck at sea so long that
we have simply gone bananas
Ah!
Chica, chica, boom
Chica, chica, boom, boom, chic
Arriba!
Chica, chica, boom
Chica, chica, boom, boom, chic
We, we, we got cabin fever
we've lost what sense we had
We got cabin fever
we're all going mad
Grab your partner by the ears
Lash him to the wheel
Do-si-do step on his toe
Listen to him squeal
Allemande left, allemande right
It's time to sail or sink
Swing your partner over the side
Drop him in the drink
We got cabin fever
No ifs, ands or buts
We're disoriented
And demented
And a little nuts
Ach du liebe Volkswagen car
Yodel-lay-ee-hoo
Sauerbraten wiener schnitzel
Und wunder bar
Yodel-lay-ee-hoo
We were sailing
sailing the wind was on our side
And then it died
I've got cabin fever
I think I've lost my grip
I'd like to get my hands on
Whoever wrote this script!
Si!
I was floating 'neath a tropic moon
And dreaming of a blue lagoon
Now I'm crazy as a loon
Cabin fever has ravaged all aboard
This once proud vessel
has become a floating psycho ward
We were sailing, sailing
headed who knows where
And now though we're all here
We're not all there
Arriba!
Cabin fever!
Ahh!
My sister gifted my offspring with THE GREATEST PIRATE MOVIE EVER yesterday. As of this moment, I have watched this movie 5 times. MUPPET TREASURE ISLAND Rocks!!!
It's kind of odd, the Muppets have had a sudden surge of popularity in my home. I honestly never thought my kids would like the Muppets all that much. Other shows from my childhood that I had hoped my wee ones would love have been met with indifference to outright disdane. A few have made the cut with them (Scooby Doo) but leave me with the urge to shove red hot spoons in my eyes to end the suffering. This of course makes me nostalgic for the old Muppet Show.
Anyway... I've had 'Cabin Fever!' running through my head all morning! And now so you will also... the lyrics!
Cabin Fever
Pirates
I got cabin fever
it's burning in my brain
I've got cabin fever
it's driving me insane
We got cabin fever
we're flipping our bandanas
Been stuck at sea so long that
we have simply gone bananas
Ah!
Chica, chica, boom
Chica, chica, boom, boom, chic
Arriba!
Chica, chica, boom
Chica, chica, boom, boom, chic
We, we, we got cabin fever
we've lost what sense we had
We got cabin fever
we're all going mad
Grab your partner by the ears
Lash him to the wheel
Do-si-do step on his toe
Listen to him squeal
Allemande left, allemande right
It's time to sail or sink
Swing your partner over the side
Drop him in the drink
We got cabin fever
No ifs, ands or buts
We're disoriented
And demented
And a little nuts
Ach du liebe Volkswagen car
Yodel-lay-ee-hoo
Sauerbraten wiener schnitzel
Und wunder bar
Yodel-lay-ee-hoo
We were sailing
sailing the wind was on our side
And then it died
I've got cabin fever
I think I've lost my grip
I'd like to get my hands on
Whoever wrote this script!
Si!
I was floating 'neath a tropic moon
And dreaming of a blue lagoon
Now I'm crazy as a loon
Cabin fever has ravaged all aboard
This once proud vessel
has become a floating psycho ward
We were sailing, sailing
headed who knows where
And now though we're all here
We're not all there
Arriba!
Cabin fever!
Ahh!
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
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One Photo So Far!
Thanks to the lovely Crystal, I now have ONE photo from this past weekend. And it's a damn good photo! Huzzah to Crystal!
Thanks to the lovely Crystal, I now have ONE photo from this past weekend. And it's a damn good photo! Huzzah to Crystal!
Scarby Photos?
Where, oh where are my scarby photos??? Not on my camera it would seem, because although I DID bring my camera on Sunday, I however forgot to put the damn memory card in. Doh!
As it was I didn't get to faire until 3 pm on Sunday. Although I got off work promptly at noon I didn't leave home until nearly 2 pm as I was having stomach issues. I absolutly hate getting sick enough to be throwing up, it takes me forever to recover. After an extra dose of stomach medicine I felt well enough to go.
I thougth for certain that I had gotten to faire too late for Scottish court and had missed our ships introduction to the queen by The Dark Scorpion, but lucky for me I made it just moments before and was able to participate. Unfortunately NO one has posted photos of me and my shipmates soooooooo I have none to post. Come on people.. it's Tuesday... I saw a lot of cameras flashing!
Later I stopped by Shatzie's booth and I picked up some lovely gold kitty lips. Check out Schatzie's Pucker Pins if you are at faire. Then we headed off to catch the last show of Juan and Miguel in the rain (light shower).
Gotta love my gold pussy lips!
AFTER faire, we headed over to Johny Carino's for dinner. mmmmm the gorgonzola penne was good, could have used more mushrooms and tomatoes, but it was really good.
What a great day! What great friends! *sigh* can't wait for next week!
Off to make a kilt!
Where, oh where are my scarby photos??? Not on my camera it would seem, because although I DID bring my camera on Sunday, I however forgot to put the damn memory card in. Doh!
As it was I didn't get to faire until 3 pm on Sunday. Although I got off work promptly at noon I didn't leave home until nearly 2 pm as I was having stomach issues. I absolutly hate getting sick enough to be throwing up, it takes me forever to recover. After an extra dose of stomach medicine I felt well enough to go.
I thougth for certain that I had gotten to faire too late for Scottish court and had missed our ships introduction to the queen by The Dark Scorpion, but lucky for me I made it just moments before and was able to participate. Unfortunately NO one has posted photos of me and my shipmates soooooooo I have none to post. Come on people.. it's Tuesday... I saw a lot of cameras flashing!
Later I stopped by Shatzie's booth and I picked up some lovely gold kitty lips. Check out Schatzie's Pucker Pins if you are at faire. Then we headed off to catch the last show of Juan and Miguel in the rain (light shower).
Gotta love my gold pussy lips!
AFTER faire, we headed over to Johny Carino's for dinner. mmmmm the gorgonzola penne was good, could have used more mushrooms and tomatoes, but it was really good.
What a great day! What great friends! *sigh* can't wait for next week!
Off to make a kilt!
Monday, April 25, 2005
Passover 2005!!
OR
A 99% Jew Free Passover Seder!
(well since it's just me that's a Jew and the kids only count for half... )
Prayers And Candle Lighting
... not stetting my gerbils on fire as it may appear.
Matzo Shark!
Everybody run!
What Glass Of Wine Are We On?
Festive
Because after a few bottles of Kosher wine, who isn't?
What The Hell??
I told you he was my bitch!
Hi?
No - Chai! It's my Passover present from Jodie. (love her!) Now I'm more Jew than you! (which is really no different than it always was really...)
The Passover rocked as usual. Check out all of the photos here. Excuse the quality of the photos, I had my camera set for close up photos and didn't realize it until later when I was taking porno.. I mean cleaning my camera. Petey's wife, The Bear joined us this year. There were many many laughs and as much matzo and kosher wine as one could stand!
Highlights of the evening:
Everyone trying the badass horseradish that Petey had gotten. It was STRONG. I will never ever get another brand.
Cabbage Patch eating her soup but not the Matzah balls and when asked why not eat them, they are good, her saying "No, that's poop!" I blame her father's Christian genetics for my child disrespecting a sacred Jewish staple. But I did laugh for several minutes after that.
Kent being a Matzoh Shark. du-du... du-du...
Leftovers! Damn I could eat Matzah Ball Soup every damn day! (and I will!) The food rocked.
OR
A 99% Jew Free Passover Seder!
(well since it's just me that's a Jew and the kids only count for half... )
Prayers And Candle Lighting
... not stetting my gerbils on fire as it may appear.
Matzo Shark!
Everybody run!
What Glass Of Wine Are We On?
Festive
Because after a few bottles of Kosher wine, who isn't?
What The Hell??
I told you he was my bitch!
Hi?
No - Chai! It's my Passover present from Jodie. (love her!) Now I'm more Jew than you! (which is really no different than it always was really...)
The Passover rocked as usual. Check out all of the photos here. Excuse the quality of the photos, I had my camera set for close up photos and didn't realize it until later when I was taking porno.. I mean cleaning my camera. Petey's wife, The Bear joined us this year. There were many many laughs and as much matzo and kosher wine as one could stand!
Highlights of the evening:
Everyone trying the badass horseradish that Petey had gotten. It was STRONG. I will never ever get another brand.
Cabbage Patch eating her soup but not the Matzah balls and when asked why not eat them, they are good, her saying "No, that's poop!" I blame her father's Christian genetics for my child disrespecting a sacred Jewish staple. But I did laugh for several minutes after that.
Kent being a Matzoh Shark. du-du... du-du...
Leftovers! Damn I could eat Matzah Ball Soup every damn day! (and I will!) The food rocked.
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