From The 'Ain't That A Bitch' File
The cooling fan on my desktop PC (the one I use the most)is dieing. It will work for a bit then it stops and the alarm on the computer goes off, so I have to turn it off and restarts... or just go to Lappy (lap top)which is okay for the most part except that I've managed to misplace my wireless mouse for Lappy (the battery died and I replaced it, now it's gone... probaby in the sofa cushion or something).
something else...
The stupid kids toys at Whataburger are absolutly stupid right now (I don't get this shit for the Tiny Terrorists, but their father does in leiu of actual cooking). They are little orange or blue cones that look like trafic cones. Small kid sized trafic cones. I'd like to know who sat down and said "Ya know, I bet kids would LOVE to play with little bitty trafic cones!" Someone in their coporate offices needs to put the crack pipe down.
More something else...
Cabbage Patch is watching Elmo's World (i.e. the most irritating show on the planet at this moment) and she just gasped and said "Elmo said a bad word!" when I asked what he said (because I was imagining that maybe that little red monster accidentally let the F-bomb drop and I needed to rewind the tape, she said that he said 'sit down'. I swear I did not smoke crack when I was pregnant with her!
That's all for now.. I need to do the dishes since it's apparent that my maid has either died or abandoned me.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Insert Witty Title Here
Damn I’ve been busy… and not so busy, but just away from the freaking computer. So here’s a quick recap of my weekend in random order.
I’ve already talked about the trip to the club with Porn Star, so… go re-read that post if you need it.
Operation DVD is just an absolute BUST. I shall re-name it to Operation Judy Is A Chicken Shit. I returned the DVD’s with the intent of borrowing more and doing a little flirting then borrowing more just so I’d have an excuse to go over there. What I did was return the DVD’s and babble like an IDIOT and THEN be too much of a chicken shit to borrow more or to even flirt. I might as well have stuck my finger up my nose and drooled down my chin, I was being such a ‘Tard. The next day I was discussing it all with K and saying how it was giving me bad déjà vu to early high school days and having a crush on a certain guy and that in light of that I probably needed to have one of my girl friends go up and tell DVD guy that I ‘like’ him or better yet, I need to write his name encircled with a heart on my book cover then giggle and blush if he sees it. Tonight a guy friend of mine suggested that I take a direct approach and ask the guy out to lunch then slip my hand in his lap to ‘check out the package’, when I suggested that I ask him to lunch then slip my panties into his lap he told me that was far to subtle and would get me nowhere. Hehehe… I know he’s right! I’ve done the hand in the lap thing before (and it’s worked just fine), but I just CAN’T do that with DVD guy! I mean doing it on a date just moves things along a little quicker – it’s a great way to skip boring conversation and get right to the naked twister game – and it’s easy to do then, I mean if I’m on a date, I kind of KNOW that this guy is INTO me and baring a serious case of morals and ethics, his purpose is the naked twister game. I’m just not sure with DVD guy, he may not want to play naked twister with me (as hard as that is to believe) and he might just be OFFENDED by my blatant and unabashed groping. Then again, he might just be a GUY and he hasn’t yet figured out that I’m HITTING on him (albeit in a VERY VERY LAME way). Maybe I just need to give him a shake and say “Why the HELL do you think I keep wearing low cut shirts over here? It’s not like I display my boobicles for just EVERYONE!” Okay, that’s a lie, I do display the boobage whenever I can, but I wouldn’t go through the trouble to make sure one of my low cut slutty club shirts was clean every time I was over there. Eh, I’m so lame.
The State Fair was soooo much fun. The Tiny Terrorists were NOT happy with the wait (2 + hours) to see Paul Teutles Sr. and his boys. He’s so hot. I’m surprised D didn’t need to wear a Depends she was so hot for him. She did buy me a most excellent red OCC tank top to wear and I must say, I was looking pretty slutty in it. Oh yeah! I got a photo of me leaning over the table towards Paul Teutles Jr. but poor D did not as I’m truly a ‘tard and didn’t realize her camera was OFF. I’m so sorry D.
Jewish New Year
Woohoo! It’s here. Monday night ushered in the first night of Rosh Hashanah. Unlike last year, I didn’t do a whole lot of cooking in preparation and instead spent Monday at the fair with D and the kids. It rocked!
DayQuil Sucks!
This morning I started to have a sinus headache and took some DayQuil only to be smacked down and knocked out. That shit put me to SLEEP. I’m thankful that Cabbage Patch is such a good child as to just watch a movie and play with her Polly Pockets while I was asleep on the couch like some crack whore sleeping it off after a hard night. Damn that sucked!
Speaking of sleeping, I need to go do that now.
*double posting fixed now, hell I figured if ya'll liked reading it once, you'd love it the second time around!
Damn I’ve been busy… and not so busy, but just away from the freaking computer. So here’s a quick recap of my weekend in random order.
I’ve already talked about the trip to the club with Porn Star, so… go re-read that post if you need it.
Operation DVD is just an absolute BUST. I shall re-name it to Operation Judy Is A Chicken Shit. I returned the DVD’s with the intent of borrowing more and doing a little flirting then borrowing more just so I’d have an excuse to go over there. What I did was return the DVD’s and babble like an IDIOT and THEN be too much of a chicken shit to borrow more or to even flirt. I might as well have stuck my finger up my nose and drooled down my chin, I was being such a ‘Tard. The next day I was discussing it all with K and saying how it was giving me bad déjà vu to early high school days and having a crush on a certain guy and that in light of that I probably needed to have one of my girl friends go up and tell DVD guy that I ‘like’ him or better yet, I need to write his name encircled with a heart on my book cover then giggle and blush if he sees it. Tonight a guy friend of mine suggested that I take a direct approach and ask the guy out to lunch then slip my hand in his lap to ‘check out the package’, when I suggested that I ask him to lunch then slip my panties into his lap he told me that was far to subtle and would get me nowhere. Hehehe… I know he’s right! I’ve done the hand in the lap thing before (and it’s worked just fine), but I just CAN’T do that with DVD guy! I mean doing it on a date just moves things along a little quicker – it’s a great way to skip boring conversation and get right to the naked twister game – and it’s easy to do then, I mean if I’m on a date, I kind of KNOW that this guy is INTO me and baring a serious case of morals and ethics, his purpose is the naked twister game. I’m just not sure with DVD guy, he may not want to play naked twister with me (as hard as that is to believe) and he might just be OFFENDED by my blatant and unabashed groping. Then again, he might just be a GUY and he hasn’t yet figured out that I’m HITTING on him (albeit in a VERY VERY LAME way). Maybe I just need to give him a shake and say “Why the HELL do you think I keep wearing low cut shirts over here? It’s not like I display my boobicles for just EVERYONE!” Okay, that’s a lie, I do display the boobage whenever I can, but I wouldn’t go through the trouble to make sure one of my low cut slutty club shirts was clean every time I was over there. Eh, I’m so lame.
The State Fair was soooo much fun. The Tiny Terrorists were NOT happy with the wait (2 + hours) to see Paul Teutles Sr. and his boys. He’s so hot. I’m surprised D didn’t need to wear a Depends she was so hot for him. She did buy me a most excellent red OCC tank top to wear and I must say, I was looking pretty slutty in it. Oh yeah! I got a photo of me leaning over the table towards Paul Teutles Jr. but poor D did not as I’m truly a ‘tard and didn’t realize her camera was OFF. I’m so sorry D.
Jewish New Year
Woohoo! It’s here. Monday night ushered in the first night of Rosh Hashanah. Unlike last year, I didn’t do a whole lot of cooking in preparation and instead spent Monday at the fair with D and the kids. It rocked!
DayQuil Sucks!
This morning I started to have a sinus headache and took some DayQuil only to be smacked down and knocked out. That shit put me to SLEEP. I’m thankful that Cabbage Patch is such a good child as to just watch a movie and play with her Polly Pockets while I was asleep on the couch like some crack whore sleeping it off after a hard night. Damn that sucked!
Speaking of sleeping, I need to go do that now.
*double posting fixed now, hell I figured if ya'll liked reading it once, you'd love it the second time around!
Monday, October 03, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Saturday Night Special
Or
Cock Blocked Clubbin' Night
Whew... I'm at work and I'm tired, not so tired that I can't function, but tired enough that when I SIT down, I imediately start thinking about NAPPING. Fuck. It's a damn good thing that my job requires me to walk and stand a lot. I'm fine if I have to deal with people and keep talking and walking and standing and taking photos and all that happy crap, but the moment I STOP, well my body wants to STOP. But to be honest I'm kind of always like that, I have to constantly be doing something to not just fall the fuck asleep... I wonder if it's just me finding the world so damn boreing that makes me so sleepy. Eh, probably my brain cell killing activities from high school and college coming back to haunt me.
ANYWAY... I didn't intend to post about being sleepy, my sloth-like brain or needing some action to not just fall asleep or work and how I'm irritated that I'm not working at this moment and not for another 10 minutes because my appointments are fucked and that's giving me a lot of lag time between which sucks and makes me all tired and BORED! Or even the fact that I've called the numbers of people I have on the Cell Phone (which admittedly is all of 2 people) and both people are too busy to entertain me during this trying time of WAITING, WAITING, WAITING (I hate waiting, you really should see me at an amusement park, I'm psychotic.). Damn you both. Oh yeah... back to what I AM writing about, the club. So the whole day for some people just sucked and didn't go as planned and because I was going to the club with them, it altered my clubbin' plans with them and effectively cock blocked me for the night. Not that I WASN'T already because of Super Absorbency, but hey, I can DREAM. Doesn't really matter anyway, the club kind of sucked last night, the DJ was trying to hard with the mix and it sucked, not a lot of hot men at the club, the only guys looking were the CREEPY ones making me resort to trying to convince the creepy ones that I was with someone's man (it worked). Snazzy Seg was GAWD AWFUL late to the club also. And we didnt' even stay until closing (like usual) or go to Taco Cabana for the After Clubbin' meal. It just didn't seem right, might as well get the car early and head home. I wonder if it my outfit was off and that ruined the VIBE for the night? Hmmm... probably not! But I did opt for the black boots unstead of the cool ho boots... could it be the boots? Could I be insane? Could I just need sleep? Yes, Yes, And YES! So yeah, nothing happened, not horrible night, but not AS PLANNED and damn it! I wanted what was PLANNED!!!
Other Stuff...
Today I glanced at a calender here at work and realized that The High Holy days are near and I didn't even realize it. Oy gevalt! It's a good thing D got me a new Jewish Cookbook the other day! I need to start baking! There goes my diet.
Ah... off to work... finally...
Or
Cock Blocked Clubbin' Night
Whew... I'm at work and I'm tired, not so tired that I can't function, but tired enough that when I SIT down, I imediately start thinking about NAPPING. Fuck. It's a damn good thing that my job requires me to walk and stand a lot. I'm fine if I have to deal with people and keep talking and walking and standing and taking photos and all that happy crap, but the moment I STOP, well my body wants to STOP. But to be honest I'm kind of always like that, I have to constantly be doing something to not just fall the fuck asleep... I wonder if it's just me finding the world so damn boreing that makes me so sleepy. Eh, probably my brain cell killing activities from high school and college coming back to haunt me.
ANYWAY... I didn't intend to post about being sleepy, my sloth-like brain or needing some action to not just fall asleep or work and how I'm irritated that I'm not working at this moment and not for another 10 minutes because my appointments are fucked and that's giving me a lot of lag time between which sucks and makes me all tired and BORED! Or even the fact that I've called the numbers of people I have on the Cell Phone (which admittedly is all of 2 people) and both people are too busy to entertain me during this trying time of WAITING, WAITING, WAITING (I hate waiting, you really should see me at an amusement park, I'm psychotic.). Damn you both. Oh yeah... back to what I AM writing about, the club. So the whole day for some people just sucked and didn't go as planned and because I was going to the club with them, it altered my clubbin' plans with them and effectively cock blocked me for the night. Not that I WASN'T already because of Super Absorbency, but hey, I can DREAM. Doesn't really matter anyway, the club kind of sucked last night, the DJ was trying to hard with the mix and it sucked, not a lot of hot men at the club, the only guys looking were the CREEPY ones making me resort to trying to convince the creepy ones that I was with someone's man (it worked). Snazzy Seg was GAWD AWFUL late to the club also. And we didnt' even stay until closing (like usual) or go to Taco Cabana for the After Clubbin' meal. It just didn't seem right, might as well get the car early and head home. I wonder if it my outfit was off and that ruined the VIBE for the night? Hmmm... probably not! But I did opt for the black boots unstead of the cool ho boots... could it be the boots? Could I be insane? Could I just need sleep? Yes, Yes, And YES! So yeah, nothing happened, not horrible night, but not AS PLANNED and damn it! I wanted what was PLANNED!!!
Other Stuff...
Today I glanced at a calender here at work and realized that The High Holy days are near and I didn't even realize it. Oy gevalt! It's a good thing D got me a new Jewish Cookbook the other day! I need to start baking! There goes my diet.
Ah... off to work... finally...
Friday, September 30, 2005
Pirate Booty! Arrrgh!
I just picked up the kick ass Pirate Panties at Wally World. Not that I actually NEEDED them but I had to have them and I figured I could spare $3 out of my clubbin' money to have them.
So last night and this morning I had planned to post a long maudlin post about crap in general but luckily for you, the wee one deleted it whilst I was away from the computer. Probably for the best anyway. The only cool thing I said was that somedays I feel like I'm running at breakneck speed with very sharp scissors in my hands... Or at the very least a couple of pencils with very sharp points. And I made a reference to a warning label - Caution: Small objects may pose choking hazard! That made me laugh and think of an exboyfriend of mine and his small object... Although, honestly that really wasn't a choking hazard. No, no, never choked on that for sure. eh.. um... Whatever.
WALLA WORLD WONDERS!
This morning K stayed home. He has a retched migraine. Last night he went to B's for dinner and fucky-suckey and came home feeling ill. I guess it was something he ate.
K has been medicated and is not conscious currently. I took Cabbage Patch with me for a quick trip to Wally World. I figured a trip to Wally World would at least distract me from the weird maudlin mood I was in. On the way to Wally World I got all freaked out because there was a cop and for some reason it got me all panicked that he would pull me over and me and my 4 year old would end up in jail getting coordinating jail-house tat's. I pulled onto a side street as the cop passed me with narry a look and told myself how insane that thought was and cursed PMS and then wondered if I needed to be back on mood altering pharmaceuticals despite what Tom Cruse recommends, then headed on to Wally World for the JOYS of WALLY WORLD! And today it really WAS a joy.
As I mentioned, I was feeling like a bit of a whack-job today. Today was SAMPLE day at Wally World. Which was a complete surprise and delight to me as I love Sample Day at the grocery stores and I had no idea that Wally World did Sample day. The offspring and I sampled tasty French bread and sugary cereal as we shopped and for some reason I felt calm and at peace with the world, I attributed that to the calming, peaceful effects of free CARBS. In the check out line, I somehow got a competent and somewhat friendly Wally World Cashier - and as we all know that RARELY happens, if they are competent they are usually as mean as a sexually frustrated pit bull and if they are friendly they are generally about as smart as a box of rocks. Today I thought for certain I was in for the silent, sullen yet overwhelmingly competent older checker until I pointed out that my tomatoes were supposed to be $.99 a lb. Then it happened... He was totally and completely nice as he fixed the price for my produce! At that point I completely forgave him for his badly positioned, ugly and quite obvious toupee perched upon his head like a flattened opossum clinging to his scalp. I left the store with a smile on my lips and a brand new pair of pirate panties in my bag. On the way home I wondered how it was possible for me to have had such calm and peace from a trip to Wally World but I was thankful. Once home I realized that my sudden mood change and tranquility had nothing to do with shopping and had everything to do with the end of PMS. Yup, two words for my future Super absorbent. *sigh* Club night even.
Cock Blocked
So yeah, I know I just made all the men in the know involuntarily cringe when they read Super absorbent (and you probably did it again just now), sorry 'bout that. Of course this means that I probably won't wear my NEW Pirate Panties tonight to the club. It's not like anyone will be seeing them and come on, they are NEW, this is no time for NEW panties. It also means that my devious plan to seduce previously mentioned friend who I am lamely borrowing DVD's from will now have to be down graded to something much less interesting and sexually satisfying. Maybe I'll ask him out for coffee (or ice cream like Mike suggested)... Or more likely I'll do nothing except borrow more DVD's and kick myself for being such a chicken shit yet again. It also means that I'll have to cancel the wild sex party planned for this weekend - I just hope that if I call and cancel the 2 dozen midgets for the party that I can get my deposit back. Damn it, damn it, damn it. My nearly nonexistent sex life was just starting to look like it might exist again even for a brief moment of extreme and intense activity.
WALLY WORLD MOMENT
(I'm sure you are all happy to have me change the subject from my sex life or my reproductive cycle.) D's man has put her up in a suite at a lovely and expensive hotel. This place rocks, I need to have a big drunken keg party in her suite sometime - kidding, kidding D! You know I'd never do that! (I'd have the big nasty sex party with the 2 dozen midgets and a donkey) Anyway, she's had an issue with getting yogurt. Seems that when she meanders down for her breakfast, there is NEVER any yogurt for her. When she asks the rude girl always tells her they don't have anymore. EVERY DAY. She once sent Toast up to ask for yogurt and the girl politely scurried off to fetch him a carton of yogurt. D watched and noticed that if a male executive type requested yogurt, the rude girl would get him some, but when D asked, she was ALWAYS told there was no more. Today was no different... Except... D had a moment... A moment she and I like to call a Wally World Moment. She went all ghetto and ethnic on Rude Girl's ass and caused a scene that attracted the manager who fetched D some yogurt and promised her it wouldn't happen again (you know he did after she reminded him that Toast prepaid $3,000 a month for 4 months her to stay there and be taken care of). Now she's happy, she got her yogurt and Rude Girl got her walking papers.
Well I better go do stuff now, I need to catch a short nap before I head back to the sewing machine. Hope you enjoyed the update!
I just picked up the kick ass Pirate Panties at Wally World. Not that I actually NEEDED them but I had to have them and I figured I could spare $3 out of my clubbin' money to have them.
So last night and this morning I had planned to post a long maudlin post about crap in general but luckily for you, the wee one deleted it whilst I was away from the computer. Probably for the best anyway. The only cool thing I said was that somedays I feel like I'm running at breakneck speed with very sharp scissors in my hands... Or at the very least a couple of pencils with very sharp points. And I made a reference to a warning label - Caution: Small objects may pose choking hazard! That made me laugh and think of an exboyfriend of mine and his small object... Although, honestly that really wasn't a choking hazard. No, no, never choked on that for sure. eh.. um... Whatever.
WALLA WORLD WONDERS!
This morning K stayed home. He has a retched migraine. Last night he went to B's for dinner and fucky-suckey and came home feeling ill. I guess it was something he ate.
K has been medicated and is not conscious currently. I took Cabbage Patch with me for a quick trip to Wally World. I figured a trip to Wally World would at least distract me from the weird maudlin mood I was in. On the way to Wally World I got all freaked out because there was a cop and for some reason it got me all panicked that he would pull me over and me and my 4 year old would end up in jail getting coordinating jail-house tat's. I pulled onto a side street as the cop passed me with narry a look and told myself how insane that thought was and cursed PMS and then wondered if I needed to be back on mood altering pharmaceuticals despite what Tom Cruse recommends, then headed on to Wally World for the JOYS of WALLY WORLD! And today it really WAS a joy.
As I mentioned, I was feeling like a bit of a whack-job today. Today was SAMPLE day at Wally World. Which was a complete surprise and delight to me as I love Sample Day at the grocery stores and I had no idea that Wally World did Sample day. The offspring and I sampled tasty French bread and sugary cereal as we shopped and for some reason I felt calm and at peace with the world, I attributed that to the calming, peaceful effects of free CARBS. In the check out line, I somehow got a competent and somewhat friendly Wally World Cashier - and as we all know that RARELY happens, if they are competent they are usually as mean as a sexually frustrated pit bull and if they are friendly they are generally about as smart as a box of rocks. Today I thought for certain I was in for the silent, sullen yet overwhelmingly competent older checker until I pointed out that my tomatoes were supposed to be $.99 a lb. Then it happened... He was totally and completely nice as he fixed the price for my produce! At that point I completely forgave him for his badly positioned, ugly and quite obvious toupee perched upon his head like a flattened opossum clinging to his scalp. I left the store with a smile on my lips and a brand new pair of pirate panties in my bag. On the way home I wondered how it was possible for me to have had such calm and peace from a trip to Wally World but I was thankful. Once home I realized that my sudden mood change and tranquility had nothing to do with shopping and had everything to do with the end of PMS. Yup, two words for my future Super absorbent. *sigh* Club night even.
Cock Blocked
So yeah, I know I just made all the men in the know involuntarily cringe when they read Super absorbent (and you probably did it again just now), sorry 'bout that. Of course this means that I probably won't wear my NEW Pirate Panties tonight to the club. It's not like anyone will be seeing them and come on, they are NEW, this is no time for NEW panties. It also means that my devious plan to seduce previously mentioned friend who I am lamely borrowing DVD's from will now have to be down graded to something much less interesting and sexually satisfying. Maybe I'll ask him out for coffee (or ice cream like Mike suggested)... Or more likely I'll do nothing except borrow more DVD's and kick myself for being such a chicken shit yet again. It also means that I'll have to cancel the wild sex party planned for this weekend - I just hope that if I call and cancel the 2 dozen midgets for the party that I can get my deposit back. Damn it, damn it, damn it. My nearly nonexistent sex life was just starting to look like it might exist again even for a brief moment of extreme and intense activity.
WALLY WORLD MOMENT
(I'm sure you are all happy to have me change the subject from my sex life or my reproductive cycle.) D's man has put her up in a suite at a lovely and expensive hotel. This place rocks, I need to have a big drunken keg party in her suite sometime - kidding, kidding D! You know I'd never do that! (I'd have the big nasty sex party with the 2 dozen midgets and a donkey) Anyway, she's had an issue with getting yogurt. Seems that when she meanders down for her breakfast, there is NEVER any yogurt for her. When she asks the rude girl always tells her they don't have anymore. EVERY DAY. She once sent Toast up to ask for yogurt and the girl politely scurried off to fetch him a carton of yogurt. D watched and noticed that if a male executive type requested yogurt, the rude girl would get him some, but when D asked, she was ALWAYS told there was no more. Today was no different... Except... D had a moment... A moment she and I like to call a Wally World Moment. She went all ghetto and ethnic on Rude Girl's ass and caused a scene that attracted the manager who fetched D some yogurt and promised her it wouldn't happen again (you know he did after she reminded him that Toast prepaid $3,000 a month for 4 months her to stay there and be taken care of). Now she's happy, she got her yogurt and Rude Girl got her walking papers.
Well I better go do stuff now, I need to catch a short nap before I head back to the sewing machine. Hope you enjoyed the update!
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Why My Offspring Can Look Forward To Many Years Of Therapy
This was the conversation:
ME: You need a bath, come on, let's get you all clean.
HER: Noooooooooooooooo, I don't like a bath!
Me: Well tough, you need a bath.
HER: Noooooooooooooo! I don't want a bath!
ME: You need a bath.
Her: Why? I don't want a bath!
Me: Well if you don't take a bath you'll smell... and one day dogs will dig a hole and bury you in it because you smell bad.
Her:........ Nooooooooooo! I don't like a bath!
Now I'm weighing my options... in the washing machine and hope she doesn't get motion sickness or just spraying her down with Febreze and Lysol. Or maybe I'll just hang one of those tree shaped car air fresheners around her neck.
This was the conversation:
ME: You need a bath, come on, let's get you all clean.
HER: Noooooooooooooooo, I don't like a bath!
Me: Well tough, you need a bath.
HER: Noooooooooooooo! I don't want a bath!
ME: You need a bath.
Her: Why? I don't want a bath!
Me: Well if you don't take a bath you'll smell... and one day dogs will dig a hole and bury you in it because you smell bad.
Her:........ Nooooooooooo! I don't like a bath!
Now I'm weighing my options... in the washing machine and hope she doesn't get motion sickness or just spraying her down with Febreze and Lysol. Or maybe I'll just hang one of those tree shaped car air fresheners around her neck.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Coping Out With A Quiz Day!
I know, I totally suck (that's why I'm popular - I swallow too!), I have much to write about - clubbing until 3 am, working lots and lots, hanging with D and planning her kick ass Happy Divorce Party for November 14th, funky boots, borrowing DVD's as a ploy to get someone's attention, a friend being arrested at a political protest (Rock on baby!), dinner and a movie and dinner and coffee. AND I still have so much going on. I need more coffee and to figure out how to NOT sleep for the next week or so (don't suggest illegal drugs... I'm not that kind of girl). But right now, I need to get a shower so I can go out to dinner and coffe... then come home to SEW.
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I know, I totally suck (that's why I'm popular - I swallow too!), I have much to write about - clubbing until 3 am, working lots and lots, hanging with D and planning her kick ass Happy Divorce Party for November 14th, funky boots, borrowing DVD's as a ploy to get someone's attention, a friend being arrested at a political protest (Rock on baby!), dinner and a movie and dinner and coffee. AND I still have so much going on. I need more coffee and to figure out how to NOT sleep for the next week or so (don't suggest illegal drugs... I'm not that kind of girl). But right now, I need to get a shower so I can go out to dinner and coffe... then come home to SEW.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
More Ups and Downs Than a Yo-Yo
It's been just weeks since Katrina, since my brother and his wife endured the storm that took everything they had and walked away from their life in the city they loved (well at least Robert loved the city we grew up in). Their safety is certain, their future is not. With only the three small suit cases of belongings they carried and the small amount of federal aid they have received, they have to start over completely. No jobs, no home, no certainty. They borrow space from a relative and are still mostly thankful that they are alive and safe, as are the rest of us.
Now, Rita bears down on the Gulf and heads for Houston. My fears and uncertainty from before are magnified again. My family once again is in the path of a hurricane. All of my sisters are currently in Houston. D is in Houston right now helping our older sister Bunny evacuate her family from the Galveston area to Dallas. I'm relieved that Bunny and her three kids and her husband are on their way to safety and frustrated by the incredible amount of time it is taking (4 hours to get from Galveston to Houston), but mostly relieved and anxious to have D arrive with Bunny and her kids and mostly my Cabbage Patch. My relief is tempered with worry though as my stubborn father refuses to evacuate. He, his wife and my stepsister and her family are going to ride out the storm. He says they won't get much damage if any. I hope he's right.
Anyway, in 24 or so hours I'll have my sister and her family here with me. In my townhouse. All of us. Together. I may need to go shopping... I don't think I have enough booze!
If you can spare kind thoughts, etc., keep my family in them.
And did you know that President Bush refused Cuba's offer to send 1100 doctors with medicine to help after Katrina because "enough American doctors have volunteered"? Shame on him.
It's been just weeks since Katrina, since my brother and his wife endured the storm that took everything they had and walked away from their life in the city they loved (well at least Robert loved the city we grew up in). Their safety is certain, their future is not. With only the three small suit cases of belongings they carried and the small amount of federal aid they have received, they have to start over completely. No jobs, no home, no certainty. They borrow space from a relative and are still mostly thankful that they are alive and safe, as are the rest of us.
Now, Rita bears down on the Gulf and heads for Houston. My fears and uncertainty from before are magnified again. My family once again is in the path of a hurricane. All of my sisters are currently in Houston. D is in Houston right now helping our older sister Bunny evacuate her family from the Galveston area to Dallas. I'm relieved that Bunny and her three kids and her husband are on their way to safety and frustrated by the incredible amount of time it is taking (4 hours to get from Galveston to Houston), but mostly relieved and anxious to have D arrive with Bunny and her kids and mostly my Cabbage Patch. My relief is tempered with worry though as my stubborn father refuses to evacuate. He, his wife and my stepsister and her family are going to ride out the storm. He says they won't get much damage if any. I hope he's right.
Anyway, in 24 or so hours I'll have my sister and her family here with me. In my townhouse. All of us. Together. I may need to go shopping... I don't think I have enough booze!
If you can spare kind thoughts, etc., keep my family in them.
And did you know that President Bush refused Cuba's offer to send 1100 doctors with medicine to help after Katrina because "enough American doctors have volunteered"? Shame on him.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Pop Quiz Time!
Thanks to Porn Star, I have more quizes!
And this one I had to include for my gaming Geek Friends. Read it and LAUGH!
I Am A: Lawful Good Half-OrcFighter Paladin
Alignment:
Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.
Race:
Half-Orcs are a cross between a human and an orc. Generally, this kind of mating does not occur willingly, so half-orcs are almost never raised by a full set of parents. They tend to be less intelligent and attractive than humans, but are generally stronger and hardier. Violence is a part of their nature, and few half-orcs manage to overcome this to follow other professions. They are generally treated with disdain by other races, if not outright hostility.
Primary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
Secondary Class:
Paladins are the Holy Warriors. They have been chosen by a God/dess to be their representative on Earth, and must follow the code of that deity, or risk severe penalties. They tend towards being righteous, but not generally to excess.
Deity:
Tyr is the Lawful Good god of justice. He is also known as Tyr Grimjaws, Wounded Tyr, the Maimed God, and Blind Tyr. He appears as a warrior, missing his hand. Followers of Tyr are concerned first and foremost with justice - discovering the truth and punishing the guilty for their crimes. They wear blue and purple robes with a white sash, a white gauntlet on the left hand, and a black gauntlet on the right, to symbolize Tyr's lost hand. Their preferred weapon is the warhammer. Tyr's symbol is a set of scales resting on a warhammer.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of
NeppyMan (e-mail)
Thanks to Porn Star, I have more quizes!
You scored as Hot. You are Hot, you scream and are wild, people love doing anything sexual with you.
What is your sexual style? created with QuizFarm.com |
And this one I had to include for my gaming Geek Friends. Read it and LAUGH!
I Am A: Lawful Good Half-OrcFighter Paladin
Alignment:
Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.
Race:
Half-Orcs are a cross between a human and an orc. Generally, this kind of mating does not occur willingly, so half-orcs are almost never raised by a full set of parents. They tend to be less intelligent and attractive than humans, but are generally stronger and hardier. Violence is a part of their nature, and few half-orcs manage to overcome this to follow other professions. They are generally treated with disdain by other races, if not outright hostility.
Primary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
Secondary Class:
Paladins are the Holy Warriors. They have been chosen by a God/dess to be their representative on Earth, and must follow the code of that deity, or risk severe penalties. They tend towards being righteous, but not generally to excess.
Deity:
Tyr is the Lawful Good god of justice. He is also known as Tyr Grimjaws, Wounded Tyr, the Maimed God, and Blind Tyr. He appears as a warrior, missing his hand. Followers of Tyr are concerned first and foremost with justice - discovering the truth and punishing the guilty for their crimes. They wear blue and purple robes with a white sash, a white gauntlet on the left hand, and a black gauntlet on the right, to symbolize Tyr's lost hand. Their preferred weapon is the warhammer. Tyr's symbol is a set of scales resting on a warhammer.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of
NeppyMan (e-mail)
Time For A Coffee Break
Soooooooo... It's 12:34pm and the people to clean my carpet have not arrived. They were supposed to clean the carpet yesterday, but THAT didn't happen. I called the management this morning and was told that the manager would call me back to talk to me about it. I don't know why and I haven't heard from her yet so I'm kind of in a holding pattern. I have a ton of shit to do but am waiting until I have my carpets done to get them going. Yesterday I went out with D so as to make the cleaning of my carpet easy for whoever was to clean them. But... No carpet cleaning happened. Now, the day I had planned to put things back in place and do other things is my day to WAIT and WAIT and WAIT. And... I hate to WAIT.
Okay, enough of that. I'm already doing laundry.
Random thoughts... My mouse is squeaking and I can't get the damn thing off the bottom to clean the ball. Damn it. (Just keep your juvenile geek jokes about mouse balls and all that to yourself)
The Little People were both repulsed and fascinated by hermit crabs yesterday. One of the shops we cruised had a large display with hundreds of hermit crabs. I would pick them up and let them look at them to which I'd get a mixture of ohhhh's and aaaahhh's and screams of terror. Despite this or because of this, they both requested that we purchase a hermit crab as an addition to our little zoo. I debated with the older of the two about how I really wanted to get more gold fish and if we got a hermit crab he'd live in the aquarium and I'd have no fish. It finally came to me saying "We will have to discuss this with your father. He may not WANT a hermit crab in the house." Turns out he DOES NOT want a hermit crab in the house so much to my surprise the subject was dropped. I'll have to take them back to that shop some time though, so I can watch them be fascinated and frightened again. It was funny.
Something different...
How would you like the prestige of having a condom named after you? Ask former President Clinton and former White House Intern Monica Lewinsky as some condom maker in China has decided to name two new models after them. One could only assume these would be condoms for oral sex though. I have to wonder if the Clinton comes in a box that looks like a cigar and the Lewinsky box looks like a blue dress with the tag line "If you are not going to swallow, you might as well save that dress!"
Speaking of things like that... I'm having an odd dilemma. I am at a loss on how to approach a man I'm interested in. Generally this is NOT a problem for me, the phone number written on the panties is a sure fire winner, but I'm looking for something a bit more subtle. And well I'm not so good at subtle. A guy I dated for a while once told me that I have a very SEXUAL presence and others have told me that I give off a strong sexual vibe. Okay yeah whatever, that should make this easy right? No, not so. I mean yeah I do just want to sleep with him, I'm not looking for a 'RELATIONSHIP', just sex. But I still want to be FRIENDS with him. Ya know, FRIENDS with BENEFITS. So, here I am not sure how to negotiate that and not lose a friend. What should I do? Go to his house wearing a slutty outfit, ask to borrow a couple of DVD's and the use of his cock? Ask how his day's been and if he's had any good sex lately and then offer him some? Stop buy and tell him I was just driving by from picking up my Bob's from their 50,000 vibe tune up and I though he might be able to help me take them out for a test drive? Too subtle? I just don't know. (Don't bother asking who it is, I'm not going to tell you - some of you reading know him, others don't. K is the only person I've discussed this with and he's promised to keep it a SECRET under threat of coming home to a room filled with herds of belligerent Angry Albino Sock monkeys in his room.
Okay I really am off to fold laundry now. Bleck.
Soooooooo... It's 12:34pm and the people to clean my carpet have not arrived. They were supposed to clean the carpet yesterday, but THAT didn't happen. I called the management this morning and was told that the manager would call me back to talk to me about it. I don't know why and I haven't heard from her yet so I'm kind of in a holding pattern. I have a ton of shit to do but am waiting until I have my carpets done to get them going. Yesterday I went out with D so as to make the cleaning of my carpet easy for whoever was to clean them. But... No carpet cleaning happened. Now, the day I had planned to put things back in place and do other things is my day to WAIT and WAIT and WAIT. And... I hate to WAIT.
Okay, enough of that. I'm already doing laundry.
Random thoughts... My mouse is squeaking and I can't get the damn thing off the bottom to clean the ball. Damn it. (Just keep your juvenile geek jokes about mouse balls and all that to yourself)
The Little People were both repulsed and fascinated by hermit crabs yesterday. One of the shops we cruised had a large display with hundreds of hermit crabs. I would pick them up and let them look at them to which I'd get a mixture of ohhhh's and aaaahhh's and screams of terror. Despite this or because of this, they both requested that we purchase a hermit crab as an addition to our little zoo. I debated with the older of the two about how I really wanted to get more gold fish and if we got a hermit crab he'd live in the aquarium and I'd have no fish. It finally came to me saying "We will have to discuss this with your father. He may not WANT a hermit crab in the house." Turns out he DOES NOT want a hermit crab in the house so much to my surprise the subject was dropped. I'll have to take them back to that shop some time though, so I can watch them be fascinated and frightened again. It was funny.
Something different...
How would you like the prestige of having a condom named after you? Ask former President Clinton and former White House Intern Monica Lewinsky as some condom maker in China has decided to name two new models after them. One could only assume these would be condoms for oral sex though. I have to wonder if the Clinton comes in a box that looks like a cigar and the Lewinsky box looks like a blue dress with the tag line "If you are not going to swallow, you might as well save that dress!"
Speaking of things like that... I'm having an odd dilemma. I am at a loss on how to approach a man I'm interested in. Generally this is NOT a problem for me, the phone number written on the panties is a sure fire winner, but I'm looking for something a bit more subtle. And well I'm not so good at subtle. A guy I dated for a while once told me that I have a very SEXUAL presence and others have told me that I give off a strong sexual vibe. Okay yeah whatever, that should make this easy right? No, not so. I mean yeah I do just want to sleep with him, I'm not looking for a 'RELATIONSHIP', just sex. But I still want to be FRIENDS with him. Ya know, FRIENDS with BENEFITS. So, here I am not sure how to negotiate that and not lose a friend. What should I do? Go to his house wearing a slutty outfit, ask to borrow a couple of DVD's and the use of his cock? Ask how his day's been and if he's had any good sex lately and then offer him some? Stop buy and tell him I was just driving by from picking up my Bob's from their 50,000 vibe tune up and I though he might be able to help me take them out for a test drive? Too subtle? I just don't know. (Don't bother asking who it is, I'm not going to tell you - some of you reading know him, others don't. K is the only person I've discussed this with and he's promised to keep it a SECRET under threat of coming home to a room filled with herds of belligerent Angry Albino Sock monkeys in his room.
Okay I really am off to fold laundry now. Bleck.
Post About Nothing
There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.
— Mae West
(Thanks for that one Whysper)
Oh my goodness what a weekend. I think I finally recovered from it YESTERDAY. I’ll run through it briefly as to not bore my three loyal readers to absolute tears.
Friday – D drove up to show me her car and take me to Starbucks. After Starbucks she drug me to a store to snag some new club clothes as she concluded that I was greatly lacking in slutty attire. D selected a fabulous outfit for me and then it was back home with Cabbage Patch. Cabbage Patch fell asleep on the couch and was quite miffed about being awoken an hour later so I could dash off and deliver bloomers. Back home, off to the post office, then to pick up K, then drop him and the Tiny Terrorists off at the train station and back home AGAIN! *sheesh* by this time it was 8 pm and I needed a nap but that wasn’t going to happen! I had to get a shower and get my new slutty clothes on with my fabulous ho boots I got for my birthday. Whysper and Shaz got here at 9 pm and we headed to the club to meet up with SNAZZYSEG and Porn Star (who were LATE LATE LATE). It was fun. Nothing happened… do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dancing… I got home at 3:30 am.
Saturday – Work, work, work, work, work. Work sucked because the weekday person was out most of the week and no one called me to see if I could help out or even to warn me. Someone worked Friday but didn’t do much WORK so I had 10 people who had to be seen RIGHT AWAY, as in before 11 am (check out time) and I didn’t even get to that hospital until 11 am as my 1st hospital was BUSY that day also. I got home late, K left a message that I needed to bring his brief case to the game as he forgot it (oh what a shocker) so I had to call him back and tell him that I’d have to drop it off with someone else to have it taken to him as I had a date with someone I met at the club and would be late to the game if I even showed up at all. After getting dressed I dropped off the brief case on my way to my date. Nothing happened… again, do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dinner and talking. I left my date fairly early as he had a 5:30 am flight and by this point was WORE OUT utterly and completely. Then I jumped on the toll road because ya know, I love NOTHING better than throwing money out the window. I caught the last part of the game, which was good I would have HATED to miss Captain John’s discovery of K’s comical typo. Hehehe… I know I always get organ and orgasm mixed up when I’m typing. I was back home by 1:30 am.
Sunday – I should have had a nice restful day spent snoozing in bed, but I had to WORK! I would have come home and napped but I had a candle party to go to with Whysper. By the time she messaged to say she was on her way, I was just beat. I sat on the sofa to watch a movie and I fell asleep in the 15 minutes it takes her to get from her place to mine. I just had to stand for most of the candle show because I knew if I got comfortable somewhere I’d be out within seconds. I finally got home after 6:30 pm and after a brief barely coherent conversation with K and the kids I headed to my bed for a NAP.
There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.
— Mae West
(Thanks for that one Whysper)
Oh my goodness what a weekend. I think I finally recovered from it YESTERDAY. I’ll run through it briefly as to not bore my three loyal readers to absolute tears.
Friday – D drove up to show me her car and take me to Starbucks. After Starbucks she drug me to a store to snag some new club clothes as she concluded that I was greatly lacking in slutty attire. D selected a fabulous outfit for me and then it was back home with Cabbage Patch. Cabbage Patch fell asleep on the couch and was quite miffed about being awoken an hour later so I could dash off and deliver bloomers. Back home, off to the post office, then to pick up K, then drop him and the Tiny Terrorists off at the train station and back home AGAIN! *sheesh* by this time it was 8 pm and I needed a nap but that wasn’t going to happen! I had to get a shower and get my new slutty clothes on with my fabulous ho boots I got for my birthday. Whysper and Shaz got here at 9 pm and we headed to the club to meet up with SNAZZYSEG and Porn Star (who were LATE LATE LATE). It was fun. Nothing happened… do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dancing… I got home at 3:30 am.
Saturday – Work, work, work, work, work. Work sucked because the weekday person was out most of the week and no one called me to see if I could help out or even to warn me. Someone worked Friday but didn’t do much WORK so I had 10 people who had to be seen RIGHT AWAY, as in before 11 am (check out time) and I didn’t even get to that hospital until 11 am as my 1st hospital was BUSY that day also. I got home late, K left a message that I needed to bring his brief case to the game as he forgot it (oh what a shocker) so I had to call him back and tell him that I’d have to drop it off with someone else to have it taken to him as I had a date with someone I met at the club and would be late to the game if I even showed up at all. After getting dressed I dropped off the brief case on my way to my date. Nothing happened… again, do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dinner and talking. I left my date fairly early as he had a 5:30 am flight and by this point was WORE OUT utterly and completely. Then I jumped on the toll road because ya know, I love NOTHING better than throwing money out the window. I caught the last part of the game, which was good I would have HATED to miss Captain John’s discovery of K’s comical typo. Hehehe… I know I always get organ and orgasm mixed up when I’m typing. I was back home by 1:30 am.
Sunday – I should have had a nice restful day spent snoozing in bed, but I had to WORK! I would have come home and napped but I had a candle party to go to with Whysper. By the time she messaged to say she was on her way, I was just beat. I sat on the sofa to watch a movie and I fell asleep in the 15 minutes it takes her to get from her place to mine. I just had to stand for most of the candle show because I knew if I got comfortable somewhere I’d be out within seconds. I finally got home after 6:30 pm and after a brief barely coherent conversation with K and the kids I headed to my bed for a NAP.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Starbucks Needs To Deliver!
Sometimes I have these 'what was I thinking' moments. Actually I have these a lot. This morning I just had to wonder if someone had replaced my normal vitamins with STUPID PILLS. Last night despite the fact that I NEED SLEEP, I stayed up talking to someone until nearly 2 am. doh! Now I CAN and DO run on a lack of sleep on a pretty regular basis (weekends for sure), but I really NEEDED to get to bed on time at the very least since I had to get up at 5:30 am this morning to take K to the train so I can use the car today. So, um... I need intravenous caffeine.
AND as if THAT wasn't enough, this morning after taking K to the train, I went into the kitchen to make the little people breakfast and I heard something skitter on the floor and thought "Oh! That lizard I saw last night in the kitchen must be back." Now, if I hadn't been sleep deprived I probably would have realized that itty bitty lizards generally don't make noise as they skitter across the floor. I looked in the general direction of the noise, hoping to see the lizard and instead saw a cute little charcoal gray fury rodent dash across the floor and under the fridge. My cute little gray gerbil, Hanta. THEN I remembered that YESTERDAY Bea chewed a hole through one of the tunnels. And all I did to remedy this situation was to stick some Duct Tape over the area. So yeah, one of them decided to do some exploring. She's back in her cage and the escape hole has been blocked with something a bit more substantial than Duct Tape.
And to top all that off... I had left over Mexican for breakfast... And now.. I have left-over-Mexican-food heartburn. Ugh. I also let my offspring dress themselves this morning with NO assistance or guidance from me (hey I was tired) and they apparently channeled into their red-neck white-trash genetics that were passed down from me. Super Girl is wearing an orange shirt (bright, Halloween orange), a denim skirt and pink boots. Cabbage Patch has the prize winning outfit of a sleeveless hot pink flowered shirt under a too short denim jumper dress with pink shorts under (for modesty, ya know)that can be seen poking out under the hem of her dress and blue monkey flip-flops. It's a master piece.
Okay, no I'm off to have some cereal and milk sprinkled with a couple of scoops of coffee grounds and take a few No-Doze.
Sometimes I have these 'what was I thinking' moments. Actually I have these a lot. This morning I just had to wonder if someone had replaced my normal vitamins with STUPID PILLS. Last night despite the fact that I NEED SLEEP, I stayed up talking to someone until nearly 2 am. doh! Now I CAN and DO run on a lack of sleep on a pretty regular basis (weekends for sure), but I really NEEDED to get to bed on time at the very least since I had to get up at 5:30 am this morning to take K to the train so I can use the car today. So, um... I need intravenous caffeine.
AND as if THAT wasn't enough, this morning after taking K to the train, I went into the kitchen to make the little people breakfast and I heard something skitter on the floor and thought "Oh! That lizard I saw last night in the kitchen must be back." Now, if I hadn't been sleep deprived I probably would have realized that itty bitty lizards generally don't make noise as they skitter across the floor. I looked in the general direction of the noise, hoping to see the lizard and instead saw a cute little charcoal gray fury rodent dash across the floor and under the fridge. My cute little gray gerbil, Hanta. THEN I remembered that YESTERDAY Bea chewed a hole through one of the tunnels. And all I did to remedy this situation was to stick some Duct Tape over the area. So yeah, one of them decided to do some exploring. She's back in her cage and the escape hole has been blocked with something a bit more substantial than Duct Tape.
And to top all that off... I had left over Mexican for breakfast... And now.. I have left-over-Mexican-food heartburn. Ugh. I also let my offspring dress themselves this morning with NO assistance or guidance from me (hey I was tired) and they apparently channeled into their red-neck white-trash genetics that were passed down from me. Super Girl is wearing an orange shirt (bright, Halloween orange), a denim skirt and pink boots. Cabbage Patch has the prize winning outfit of a sleeveless hot pink flowered shirt under a too short denim jumper dress with pink shorts under (for modesty, ya know)that can be seen poking out under the hem of her dress and blue monkey flip-flops. It's a master piece.
Okay, no I'm off to have some cereal and milk sprinkled with a couple of scoops of coffee grounds and take a few No-Doze.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Random Things
How I dislike vaulted ceilings. Last night as I prepared to do some sewing after the Tiny Terrorists finally fell unconscious I discovered that my dining room light had burned out. Damn it. K was already in bed and I was feeling somewhat kind and considerate after my burst of insensitive cicada sparked laughter, so I didn't wake him. I positioned my chair under the light and climbed up only to realized that even standing on my toes on the chair I was still a good foot out of reach of the light. I grumbled and climbed down so squint at my sewing as I tried to do it by the dim light coming from the kitchen. I figured I'd just as K to change the bulb before he went to work this morning. This morning came and K went to work before I could request his assistance. So what did I do? Something I would tell my offspring not to do and would even give them a time out for. I stacked their step stool on my chair and climbed up. Unlike my children, I know my own mortality and can vividly envision my clumsy self tumbling off this precarious position and ending up maimed and embarrassed as I tried to explain to the paramedic why I was stupid enough to climb up on a stool placed on a chair and why there was a sewing machine wedged up my ass. But I needed light. I discovered two things - on it's a great thing to have a bra as that's where I put all the hardware from the light cover and the next time the damn light burns out and K isn't home, I'm just going to hold up one of the Little People to do it for me. It will probably be easier than me climbing up on precariously balanced furniture and hoping not to fall. Vaulted ceilings suck.
NEXT!
how pathetic is this? Today as I waited for the bus to arrive the sky opened up and POURED on me. One of the dads was kind enough to loan me an umbrella while I wait for the bus. On the short walk back home Super Girl and I got totally drenched and she requested hot tea. Being a benevolent parent and not wanting to my child to some day be standing in a bell tower aiming a high powered riffle at people or worse writing her memoirs with several chapters devoted to the painful details of how deprived and neglected she was because of me and how she spent many years and many thousands of dollars on therapy because of it, I said yes. Upon reaching the pantry I was to discover that I had no individual sized regular tea bags. I had Family sized tea bags and several boxes of individual sized green tea bags. Since green tea generally tastes like ass and I only drink it because it's GOOD for me, I figured that two beings who consider Chef Boyardee to be FINE dining and anything that you can get in a from the drive-thru in a colorful bag with a toy to be a well balanced and delightful meal, would NOT want GREEN Tea. I did what any fine parent wanting to avoid the incredible whining and used the LARGE tea bag. Three times. The same tea bag. Hey it was the family size, we are a family!
MORE STUFF!
The other day at lunch with Badra, the waiter dropped the straw as he handed it to cabbage Patch for her chocolate shake. The waiter then said "Oh, let me get another straw." and walked off to get another one. Mind you the straw was in paper so I'm not sure why he needed to get another one. But that is not the funny part, it was the LOOK Cabbage Patch gave the waiter. She's just 4 but she rolled her eyes and looked away from him! Then she sat there with her head on her hand looking severely irritated. I had to look away, it was too funny! I have no idea where she got that from! She's going to be such a bitch when she's grown up.
SOMETHING ELSE!
I'm so excited! A friend is going to come to TRF with me at least once! I can't wait!
AND FINALLY!
D is now the PROUD owner of a brand new black Mercedes. That thing HAS to get better gas mileage than her Expedition and I'm sure she will appreciate paying less than her car payment to fill the damn thing up!
How I dislike vaulted ceilings. Last night as I prepared to do some sewing after the Tiny Terrorists finally fell unconscious I discovered that my dining room light had burned out. Damn it. K was already in bed and I was feeling somewhat kind and considerate after my burst of insensitive cicada sparked laughter, so I didn't wake him. I positioned my chair under the light and climbed up only to realized that even standing on my toes on the chair I was still a good foot out of reach of the light. I grumbled and climbed down so squint at my sewing as I tried to do it by the dim light coming from the kitchen. I figured I'd just as K to change the bulb before he went to work this morning. This morning came and K went to work before I could request his assistance. So what did I do? Something I would tell my offspring not to do and would even give them a time out for. I stacked their step stool on my chair and climbed up. Unlike my children, I know my own mortality and can vividly envision my clumsy self tumbling off this precarious position and ending up maimed and embarrassed as I tried to explain to the paramedic why I was stupid enough to climb up on a stool placed on a chair and why there was a sewing machine wedged up my ass. But I needed light. I discovered two things - on it's a great thing to have a bra as that's where I put all the hardware from the light cover and the next time the damn light burns out and K isn't home, I'm just going to hold up one of the Little People to do it for me. It will probably be easier than me climbing up on precariously balanced furniture and hoping not to fall. Vaulted ceilings suck.
NEXT!
how pathetic is this? Today as I waited for the bus to arrive the sky opened up and POURED on me. One of the dads was kind enough to loan me an umbrella while I wait for the bus. On the short walk back home Super Girl and I got totally drenched and she requested hot tea. Being a benevolent parent and not wanting to my child to some day be standing in a bell tower aiming a high powered riffle at people or worse writing her memoirs with several chapters devoted to the painful details of how deprived and neglected she was because of me and how she spent many years and many thousands of dollars on therapy because of it, I said yes. Upon reaching the pantry I was to discover that I had no individual sized regular tea bags. I had Family sized tea bags and several boxes of individual sized green tea bags. Since green tea generally tastes like ass and I only drink it because it's GOOD for me, I figured that two beings who consider Chef Boyardee to be FINE dining and anything that you can get in a from the drive-thru in a colorful bag with a toy to be a well balanced and delightful meal, would NOT want GREEN Tea. I did what any fine parent wanting to avoid the incredible whining and used the LARGE tea bag. Three times. The same tea bag. Hey it was the family size, we are a family!
MORE STUFF!
The other day at lunch with Badra, the waiter dropped the straw as he handed it to cabbage Patch for her chocolate shake. The waiter then said "Oh, let me get another straw." and walked off to get another one. Mind you the straw was in paper so I'm not sure why he needed to get another one. But that is not the funny part, it was the LOOK Cabbage Patch gave the waiter. She's just 4 but she rolled her eyes and looked away from him! Then she sat there with her head on her hand looking severely irritated. I had to look away, it was too funny! I have no idea where she got that from! She's going to be such a bitch when she's grown up.
SOMETHING ELSE!
I'm so excited! A friend is going to come to TRF with me at least once! I can't wait!
AND FINALLY!
D is now the PROUD owner of a brand new black Mercedes. That thing HAS to get better gas mileage than her Expedition and I'm sure she will appreciate paying less than her car payment to fill the damn thing up!
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Stolen from Porn Star
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! As if!! I'm so not at Slutcom 4! Slutcom 3, sure, but not 4!
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! As if!! I'm so not at Slutcom 4! Slutcom 3, sure, but not 4!
I'm On The Highway To Hell!
Tonight a very very tired Dame Edana stopped by. As we stood in my door way saying our good-byes, something startled her. At this point I feel it's only fair to tell you that what happend next has damned me to the eternal flames of the deepest depths of hell and all that jazz... well it would if I actually BELIEVED that. ANYWAY... Something startled her and much to my surprise she SCREAMED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL and did the 'OMG!-THERE'S-A-BUG-ON-ME!' dance. (Anyone who knows me well has seen me do both things, usually in that order.) Now the proper reaction from me would be to make sure the offending BUG was gone/dead/nonexistant and to reassure her of that fact. This is a courtesy that MOST people do for me and I appreciate, BUT I did NOT do that. My response was to cover my gapeing pie hole as I doubled over laughing. Yes, yes I showed a great deal of sensitivity and understanding as I LAUGHED. Then I assured her that it wasn't anything until she saw the big ol' cicada and screamed like a little girl again (this time her screams were joined by the screams of the Little People) which of course caused me to LAUGH more and tell them that it was just a cicada. At this point I was forced to remove the above mentioned offending cicada so all three little girls could calm down and stop doing the 'Scary Bug' dance. hehe...
In other bizarre news... Britney Spears had a baby and it MADE the FREAKING NEWS!!!! Honestly, who gives a fuck about the birth of The Spawn of Britney? ESPECIALLY with so many other NEWS WORTHY things going on in the world!!!
Things that irritate... Remember when your mom/grandmother would say to you to 'Close the door, you're letting flies in!' and you'd silently think something like 'Piss off! I am not!'? Well let me tell you, you were and you owe your mom/grandmother a serious appology! Fuck! Why is it that an adult can walk in and not let flies in but one child takes the garbage out and brings in 6 flies with their families???? Unbelievable!
Anyway.. I'm off to finish some things.
Tonight a very very tired Dame Edana stopped by. As we stood in my door way saying our good-byes, something startled her. At this point I feel it's only fair to tell you that what happend next has damned me to the eternal flames of the deepest depths of hell and all that jazz... well it would if I actually BELIEVED that. ANYWAY... Something startled her and much to my surprise she SCREAMED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL and did the 'OMG!-THERE'S-A-BUG-ON-ME!' dance. (Anyone who knows me well has seen me do both things, usually in that order.) Now the proper reaction from me would be to make sure the offending BUG was gone/dead/nonexistant and to reassure her of that fact. This is a courtesy that MOST people do for me and I appreciate, BUT I did NOT do that. My response was to cover my gapeing pie hole as I doubled over laughing. Yes, yes I showed a great deal of sensitivity and understanding as I LAUGHED. Then I assured her that it wasn't anything until she saw the big ol' cicada and screamed like a little girl again (this time her screams were joined by the screams of the Little People) which of course caused me to LAUGH more and tell them that it was just a cicada. At this point I was forced to remove the above mentioned offending cicada so all three little girls could calm down and stop doing the 'Scary Bug' dance. hehe...
In other bizarre news... Britney Spears had a baby and it MADE the FREAKING NEWS!!!! Honestly, who gives a fuck about the birth of The Spawn of Britney? ESPECIALLY with so many other NEWS WORTHY things going on in the world!!!
Things that irritate... Remember when your mom/grandmother would say to you to 'Close the door, you're letting flies in!' and you'd silently think something like 'Piss off! I am not!'? Well let me tell you, you were and you owe your mom/grandmother a serious appology! Fuck! Why is it that an adult can walk in and not let flies in but one child takes the garbage out and brings in 6 flies with their families???? Unbelievable!
Anyway.. I'm off to finish some things.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Quiz Day!
Because I've been busy, you get to read my quiz results. Lucky you.
Quite funny as I am the third child.
hehehe... i only think like that when I wear these undies.
Anyone surprised with these results???
hehehe.. no comment on that one!
Because I've been busy, you get to read my quiz results. Lucky you.
| You Are Likely a Third Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable. At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things. When you love someone, you tend to like to please them. In friendship, you are loyal to one person. Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer. You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration. |
Quite funny as I am the third child.
| What Your Underwear Says About You |
 You like to think of yourself as innocent, even though you're not! You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone. |
hehehe... i only think like that when I wear these undies.
 | You scored as Visual/Spatial. You probably feel at home with the visual arts, maps, charts, and diagrams. You tend to think in images and pictures. You learn best by looking at pictures and slides, watching videos or movies, and visualizing. People like you include sculptors, painters, surgeons and engineers.
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences created with QuizFarm.com |
Anyone surprised with these results???
| Your Ideal Relationship is Polyamory |
 You want to have your cake... and everyone else's. Which isn't a bad thing, if everyone else gets to eat too! You're too much of a free spirit to be tied down by a traditional relationship. You think relationships should be open and free, with few restrictions. |
hehehe.. no comment on that one!
Gay Scouts!
I saw this on another blog and just had to post a link to the GAY MERIT BADGES! My favorite is the Flaming Faggot badge.
I saw this on another blog and just had to post a link to the GAY MERIT BADGES! My favorite is the Flaming Faggot badge.
Scooby Doo-polooza
Though I completly suck in most parenting areas, I gained status with my offspring yesterday by purchasing (well D did the purchasing) a Scooby Doo DVD. For a mere $5.50 The Little People now own "Over 90 Minutes of Spooktacular Mysteries" with special features, a music video, Interactive Menus, Language Subtitles and Enhanced features for DVD-ROM PC. All together now "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". All the offspring care about now is that it's 4 Scooby Doo episodes! I know, I totally rock, they totally forgive me for making them sleep in dog kennels.
Though I completly suck in most parenting areas, I gained status with my offspring yesterday by purchasing (well D did the purchasing) a Scooby Doo DVD. For a mere $5.50 The Little People now own "Over 90 Minutes of Spooktacular Mysteries" with special features, a music video, Interactive Menus, Language Subtitles and Enhanced features for DVD-ROM PC. All together now "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". All the offspring care about now is that it's 4 Scooby Doo episodes! I know, I totally rock, they totally forgive me for making them sleep in dog kennels.
Not Enough Coffee...
I'm up way to early... Wanna know what time my alarm went off? 4:30 am! Yes my alarm went off at the G*d forsaken hour of 4:30 am. Not even G*d herself is up this early (no really, it's still rolling to the answering service at 4:30 am). Ya know, the only time I don't really mind being up at that time is when I'm getting home! But anyway.. I'm not. I'm up this early because I have things I need to finish and not enough time. Damn it.
And so far I've had coffee and breakfast and read the comics online. Oh yeah and painted some shoes. YES shoes. For Super Girl. I painted her soes that she bitched about loudly when I bought them because in her words they weren't 'Fashionable'. Brat. So now they have butterflies and flowers on them and pink laces. That's fashion. And she loves them... except they aren't SPARKLEY, that's what she said. BRAT.
Well I'm off to wake the BADGER.
I'm up way to early... Wanna know what time my alarm went off? 4:30 am! Yes my alarm went off at the G*d forsaken hour of 4:30 am. Not even G*d herself is up this early (no really, it's still rolling to the answering service at 4:30 am). Ya know, the only time I don't really mind being up at that time is when I'm getting home! But anyway.. I'm not. I'm up this early because I have things I need to finish and not enough time. Damn it.
And so far I've had coffee and breakfast and read the comics online. Oh yeah and painted some shoes. YES shoes. For Super Girl. I painted her soes that she bitched about loudly when I bought them because in her words they weren't 'Fashionable'. Brat. So now they have butterflies and flowers on them and pink laces. That's fashion. And she loves them... except they aren't SPARKLEY, that's what she said. BRAT.
Well I'm off to wake the BADGER.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Badger Baby
I've mentioned before how the smaller half of The Tiny Terrorist is an absoulte BADGER in the mornings. We've been late more than once because of the growling and gnashing of teeth. This morning while she laid on the couch grumbling, cursing and burrowing into the cushions, I put this on the computer. I disovered two things, 1) that the cranky little monster will stop bitching and get off the couch to watch it and 2) that both of the little people will watch that for HOW EVER LONG I leave it on. I left it on for 20 minutes just to see how long they would stand in front of the computer staring at it... unbelievable that two beings who collectively have an attention span measured in seconds would watch the Badger Song for so long. This may be the start of a bizarre and enduring morning ritual.
I've mentioned before how the smaller half of The Tiny Terrorist is an absoulte BADGER in the mornings. We've been late more than once because of the growling and gnashing of teeth. This morning while she laid on the couch grumbling, cursing and burrowing into the cushions, I put this on the computer. I disovered two things, 1) that the cranky little monster will stop bitching and get off the couch to watch it and 2) that both of the little people will watch that for HOW EVER LONG I leave it on. I left it on for 20 minutes just to see how long they would stand in front of the computer staring at it... unbelievable that two beings who collectively have an attention span measured in seconds would watch the Badger Song for so long. This may be the start of a bizarre and enduring morning ritual.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
Brought To You By The Number 4
Ahhh, to be 4 again and spend the day wearing a Snow White dress up outfit and pink beaded socks while insisting to be Cinderella and demanding PB&J for lunch because tuna sandwiches are 'dis-custing' and being endlessly amused because the maternal unit will 'do the puppet' on request. If I were to spend my day like that, someone would have me locked up, isn't it funny the similarities between toddlers/preschoolers and the mentally insane?
Later...
My delightful child was just putting grapes in a SOCK! I just wonder if I should put her in a preschool program or buy a straight jacket...
Ahhh, to be 4 again and spend the day wearing a Snow White dress up outfit and pink beaded socks while insisting to be Cinderella and demanding PB&J for lunch because tuna sandwiches are 'dis-custing' and being endlessly amused because the maternal unit will 'do the puppet' on request. If I were to spend my day like that, someone would have me locked up, isn't it funny the similarities between toddlers/preschoolers and the mentally insane?
Later...
My delightful child was just putting grapes in a SOCK! I just wonder if I should put her in a preschool program or buy a straight jacket...
Thursday, September 08, 2005
It's A Family Tradition!
Everyone needs to read this article on Barbara Bush's visit to the Astrodome and her comments about the refugees. It's good to know where the President get's his views on things.
Everyone needs to read this article on Barbara Bush's visit to the Astrodome and her comments about the refugees. It's good to know where the President get's his views on things.
Growing Pains
Yesterday was one of those days that tries a person as a parent. I got a call from school that Super Girl was sick and I needed to come get her. Now Super Girl is an incredibly healthy kid who rarely get's sick (I don't count the seasonal colds that are just part of life and childhood). The school nurse told me she had a fever and complained of stomach pain so I thought I was prepared for it, but when I saw my little girl laying on the cot in the nurses office looking so pale I nearly cried. She spent the day laying on the couch sleeping and I spent the day looking worried and checking her fever that wouldn't go down but didn't get any higher. I'm happy to say that by 9 pm her fever was gone and she was well enough to eat noodles for dinner and watch the Sponge Bob Movie.
Yesterday was one of those days that tries a person as a parent. I got a call from school that Super Girl was sick and I needed to come get her. Now Super Girl is an incredibly healthy kid who rarely get's sick (I don't count the seasonal colds that are just part of life and childhood). The school nurse told me she had a fever and complained of stomach pain so I thought I was prepared for it, but when I saw my little girl laying on the cot in the nurses office looking so pale I nearly cried. She spent the day laying on the couch sleeping and I spent the day looking worried and checking her fever that wouldn't go down but didn't get any higher. I'm happy to say that by 9 pm her fever was gone and she was well enough to eat noodles for dinner and watch the Sponge Bob Movie.
Insanity Of My Morning
This is how my morning has been... My neurotic cat woke me before my alarm, which is probably good because I needed to be up about 15 minutes prior to the time my alarm is set to go off (right when the cat started licking my hand - psychic kitty?), had breakfast with the Alpha Offspring and doing the morning thing. Upon returning from depositing her on the transport to publicly funded educational opportunities (bus to school), I discovered the Omega Offspring on the sofa watching Justice League Unlimited cartoons (for the 500th time) and requesting breakfast. After providing her with a nutritional and delicious breakfast (cereal and milk) it was requested of me to "Do the puppet!" So I spent 30 minutes negotiating with a pink stuffed puppy with iridescence eyes via a sock puppet. Afterwhich I attempted to drink my coffee and surf the internet for news while still wearing the sock puppet as demanded by my Tiny Terrorist. Not such a good idea... The puppet needs a trip to the washing machine as well as my dress and I need another cup of coffee... But don't I always need another cup of coffee??? Starbucks is my place of worship! Sometimes I wonder if being addicted to meth would be cheaper...I'm sure it's not as tasty though.
ANYWAY... On to other insanity around.
Arnie is going to veto a bill to make gay marriage legal. I love his reason for the veto "out of respect for the people"... I'm sure he meant to clarify people by saying "the ultra conservative rightwing Christian fag bashing" before people. Sell out - I love this line in the article "Despite his promise to veto the bill, Schwarzenegger still believes "gay couples are entitled to full protection under the law and should not be discriminated against based upon their relationship," Thompson's statement said. "He is proud that California provides the most rigorous protections in the nation for domestic partners."" Yeah, right. Proud they helped get him office but not proud enough to give them the same rights as everyone else. Yeah thanks Gov. for being proud of the gay/lesbian public but how about showing them some RESPECT.
Other stuff... Apparently Victoria Beckham - once known as Posh Spice has admitted in an interview that she has NEVER read a BOOK. Why is this so NOT surprising to me? And so un-newsworthy!
In other gossip, it seems that since Eva Longoria has discussed her love of vibrators she's received many, many from fans and admirers. Now I'm jealous! Her boss's at ABC have asked her to stop talking about vibrators - how uptight is that! Ya know, a real fan would have sent her a few cases of researchable batteries!
Okay, I think the caffeine has finally kicked in and I need to go wash a puppet and clean house!
This is how my morning has been... My neurotic cat woke me before my alarm, which is probably good because I needed to be up about 15 minutes prior to the time my alarm is set to go off (right when the cat started licking my hand - psychic kitty?), had breakfast with the Alpha Offspring and doing the morning thing. Upon returning from depositing her on the transport to publicly funded educational opportunities (bus to school), I discovered the Omega Offspring on the sofa watching Justice League Unlimited cartoons (for the 500th time) and requesting breakfast. After providing her with a nutritional and delicious breakfast (cereal and milk) it was requested of me to "Do the puppet!" So I spent 30 minutes negotiating with a pink stuffed puppy with iridescence eyes via a sock puppet. Afterwhich I attempted to drink my coffee and surf the internet for news while still wearing the sock puppet as demanded by my Tiny Terrorist. Not such a good idea... The puppet needs a trip to the washing machine as well as my dress and I need another cup of coffee... But don't I always need another cup of coffee??? Starbucks is my place of worship! Sometimes I wonder if being addicted to meth would be cheaper...I'm sure it's not as tasty though.
ANYWAY... On to other insanity around.
Arnie is going to veto a bill to make gay marriage legal. I love his reason for the veto "out of respect for the people"... I'm sure he meant to clarify people by saying "the ultra conservative rightwing Christian fag bashing" before people. Sell out - I love this line in the article "Despite his promise to veto the bill, Schwarzenegger still believes "gay couples are entitled to full protection under the law and should not be discriminated against based upon their relationship," Thompson's statement said. "He is proud that California provides the most rigorous protections in the nation for domestic partners."" Yeah, right. Proud they helped get him office but not proud enough to give them the same rights as everyone else. Yeah thanks Gov. for being proud of the gay/lesbian public but how about showing them some RESPECT.
Other stuff... Apparently Victoria Beckham - once known as Posh Spice has admitted in an interview that she has NEVER read a BOOK. Why is this so NOT surprising to me? And so un-newsworthy!
In other gossip, it seems that since Eva Longoria has discussed her love of vibrators she's received many, many from fans and admirers. Now I'm jealous! Her boss's at ABC have asked her to stop talking about vibrators - how uptight is that! Ya know, a real fan would have sent her a few cases of researchable batteries!
Okay, I think the caffeine has finally kicked in and I need to go wash a puppet and clean house!
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Good News!
I finally got a phone call from my brother yesterday, he's in Tennesee now. Somehow they got shuffled all over the US and ended up right where they had been planning to go anyway (my brother and his wife had plan at the beginning of Sept. to move from New Orleans to Tennesee to be closer to her family). I'm glad he's safe and it was very hard to hear my brother tell me that he was okay, they where where they needed to be and that they had lost everything, but he was thankful to be alive. I'm collecting a box of things for him and his wife right now and will send them along as soon as I have an adress for them. Robert (my brother) said that through it all he had yet to talk to anyone from FEMA even though he had tried several times to reach someone. *sigh* At least he's safe!
More good news - I spoke to a hot and sexy man I know who made sure I was aware that he no longer has a girlfriend. YEAH! I see a road trip for a booty call on the horizon!
Not So Good Things...
I spoke with my father shortly before my brother called and he was very stressed and emotional from not hearing from my brother, and that worries me because he has heart issues. *sigh* Daddy called back after Robert called him and he was quite relieved, but that didn't last long, the happiness I mean. Every phone call with my father is a negotiation in GUILT and this was no different. I got my fill of guilt for the year.
K is still looking for a job. This is quite frustrating.
Other Things
Sunday I took the Tiny Terrorists with me to go tubing in Glenrose. They whined quite a bit and at one point Super Girl said to me "Is this ALL we do???" to which I replied "Yes, yes, this is ALL we do. You WANTED to come on this trip remember?" In the end they said they had a great time and spend quite a bit of time telling their father about the trip and the fishes and how much fun they had. It was a lot of fun, and that's saying a lot as I had a freaking migraine that was making me sick to my stomach.
The next day was a BBQ at Lerxt's and that was nice. The food rocked. The company was fabulous. I really do have the best friends in the whole freaking world!
Okay, that's all for now, I have much work to do around here.
I finally got a phone call from my brother yesterday, he's in Tennesee now. Somehow they got shuffled all over the US and ended up right where they had been planning to go anyway (my brother and his wife had plan at the beginning of Sept. to move from New Orleans to Tennesee to be closer to her family). I'm glad he's safe and it was very hard to hear my brother tell me that he was okay, they where where they needed to be and that they had lost everything, but he was thankful to be alive. I'm collecting a box of things for him and his wife right now and will send them along as soon as I have an adress for them. Robert (my brother) said that through it all he had yet to talk to anyone from FEMA even though he had tried several times to reach someone. *sigh* At least he's safe!
More good news - I spoke to a hot and sexy man I know who made sure I was aware that he no longer has a girlfriend. YEAH! I see a road trip for a booty call on the horizon!
Not So Good Things...
I spoke with my father shortly before my brother called and he was very stressed and emotional from not hearing from my brother, and that worries me because he has heart issues. *sigh* Daddy called back after Robert called him and he was quite relieved, but that didn't last long, the happiness I mean. Every phone call with my father is a negotiation in GUILT and this was no different. I got my fill of guilt for the year.
K is still looking for a job. This is quite frustrating.
Other Things
Sunday I took the Tiny Terrorists with me to go tubing in Glenrose. They whined quite a bit and at one point Super Girl said to me "Is this ALL we do???" to which I replied "Yes, yes, this is ALL we do. You WANTED to come on this trip remember?" In the end they said they had a great time and spend quite a bit of time telling their father about the trip and the fishes and how much fun they had. It was a lot of fun, and that's saying a lot as I had a freaking migraine that was making me sick to my stomach.
The next day was a BBQ at Lerxt's and that was nice. The food rocked. The company was fabulous. I really do have the best friends in the whole freaking world!
Okay, that's all for now, I have much work to do around here.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Much Grief and Relief
I watch the images of New Orleans with much distress and also relief. I'm relieved that my brother is not in New Orleans, but my heart is still very heavy seeing the destruction of the city I spent my early childhood in. The city both of my siblings were born in, the city my sister and I share fond memories of holding hands and singing as we walked to the store. The city my sister can still remember every address of every place we ever lived there. The one and only city that all of my family lived in at one time. I'm so sad to see it like this. My heart aches for all of the displaced residents.
If you can do something for the victims, please do.
The Red Cross
The Salvation Army
Volunteer your time if you can't give money, donate things if you can't do that.
I watch the images of New Orleans with much distress and also relief. I'm relieved that my brother is not in New Orleans, but my heart is still very heavy seeing the destruction of the city I spent my early childhood in. The city both of my siblings were born in, the city my sister and I share fond memories of holding hands and singing as we walked to the store. The city my sister can still remember every address of every place we ever lived there. The one and only city that all of my family lived in at one time. I'm so sad to see it like this. My heart aches for all of the displaced residents.
If you can do something for the victims, please do.
The Red Cross
The Salvation Army
Volunteer your time if you can't give money, donate things if you can't do that.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Things I Just Don't Understand
Getting into my car and hearing talk radio blaring on the radio as loud as I listen to my Janis Joplin CD (which is pretty fucking loud). Talk radio for the love of dog! I HATE talk radio. K on the other hand LOVES talk radio. What-the-fuck??? Maybe it's because I'm a victim of ADD and I get bored eaisly (hell I almost burned a bag of microwave popcorn tonight because I fucking FORGOT about it cooking before the 3 and half minutes it took to cook!), but I don't GET talk radio. How the hell can people actually get PAID to just ramble on about pointless (to me) shit? And how the hell can I get a job like that? I mean I CAN RAMBLE, oh yes I can. (K is torturing me right now by listening to this jacked up shit at the moment)
I don't get this either, why would you call me to fuck with me about how nice the weather is where you are when you fucking KNOW it sucks here? Our conversation:
BitchCallingFromTemperateArea: Guess what the temperature was here today?
ME: uh, I dunno, tell me (ie. go ahead make me want to kill you)
BitchCallingFromTemperateArea: 70, we walked on the beach today.
ME: Fuck you. It was 90-something here. I sweat.
BitchCallingFromTemperateArea: 'Schnookums' sweat walking up a hill today.
ME: (starting on her voodoo doll) I sweat when I stepped out the door today. Thinking made me sweat. Fuck you and 'Schnookums' and your 70 degree weather.
Sheesh... 70... Why you gotta be doin' me like dat?
Another thing... I'm wondering if ADD is contagious. Today while I was helping Super Girl with her homework (I'll get to that in a moment), K dished up some ice cream for all of us. As I was busy with Super Girl in a choke hold trying to get her to DO her homework, I motioned to him that it was an inappropriate time for us to eat ice cream. He and Cabbage Patch enjoyed theirs as Super Girl and I did 'homework'. After the afore mentioned 'homework' session, I went into the kitchen to get some ice cream and found two bowls of brown liquid sitting on the counter. ON THE COUNTER. WTF? Grrr...
And finally... Since WHEN should it take 2 hours to do 1st grade home work and how the hell come it's so damn much work for ME???
'...Christ killing Christians...' I just heard that phrase on the damn talk radio that K is torturing me with and damn I think THAT just made the torture WORTH it!
Okay, I'm off to drink NyQuil and hallucinate.
Getting into my car and hearing talk radio blaring on the radio as loud as I listen to my Janis Joplin CD (which is pretty fucking loud). Talk radio for the love of dog! I HATE talk radio. K on the other hand LOVES talk radio. What-the-fuck??? Maybe it's because I'm a victim of ADD and I get bored eaisly (hell I almost burned a bag of microwave popcorn tonight because I fucking FORGOT about it cooking before the 3 and half minutes it took to cook!), but I don't GET talk radio. How the hell can people actually get PAID to just ramble on about pointless (to me) shit? And how the hell can I get a job like that? I mean I CAN RAMBLE, oh yes I can. (K is torturing me right now by listening to this jacked up shit at the moment)
I don't get this either, why would you call me to fuck with me about how nice the weather is where you are when you fucking KNOW it sucks here? Our conversation:
BitchCallingFromTemperateArea: Guess what the temperature was here today?
ME: uh, I dunno, tell me (ie. go ahead make me want to kill you)
BitchCallingFromTemperateArea: 70, we walked on the beach today.
ME: Fuck you. It was 90-something here. I sweat.
BitchCallingFromTemperateArea: 'Schnookums' sweat walking up a hill today.
ME: (starting on her voodoo doll) I sweat when I stepped out the door today. Thinking made me sweat. Fuck you and 'Schnookums' and your 70 degree weather.
Sheesh... 70... Why you gotta be doin' me like dat?
Another thing... I'm wondering if ADD is contagious. Today while I was helping Super Girl with her homework (I'll get to that in a moment), K dished up some ice cream for all of us. As I was busy with Super Girl in a choke hold trying to get her to DO her homework, I motioned to him that it was an inappropriate time for us to eat ice cream. He and Cabbage Patch enjoyed theirs as Super Girl and I did 'homework'. After the afore mentioned 'homework' session, I went into the kitchen to get some ice cream and found two bowls of brown liquid sitting on the counter. ON THE COUNTER. WTF? Grrr...
And finally... Since WHEN should it take 2 hours to do 1st grade home work and how the hell come it's so damn much work for ME???
'...Christ killing Christians...' I just heard that phrase on the damn talk radio that K is torturing me with and damn I think THAT just made the torture WORTH it!
Okay, I'm off to drink NyQuil and hallucinate.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I Would Do Anything For Love, But I Won't Do That!
The Little People are the most precious people in the world to me and I'd do just about anything for them, hell I'd even give them most of my internal organs just for the asking, but I have to draw the line somewhere. And that place has to be my BED! There is nothing I hate more than when one (or both) of the Little People decide that they need to sleep in my bed. I know, I know, I sound like a horrible mother and my nominations for "Mother of The Year" are being torn to shreds as I type this, but fuck I hate it. LUCKILY it seems to be a rare thing again, but for a few weeks there, it was EVERY DAMN NIGHT!
Let me explain why this drives me insane so very much. First, they usually decide to invade my personal space between 2 am and 4 am, when I'm quite asleep and not all that likely to haul my sleepy ass out of bed and drag them back upstairs to their room. Second, despite the fact that I have a king size bed, they insist on sleeping rightnexttome, and every inch I move away from them, they scoot next to me until I'm sleeping on 6 inches of mattress edge. Third, their freaking FATHER is UPSTAIRS!!! Why can they not knock on HIS door and wake HIM? Fourth, elbows and knees and little feet. Specifically the ones that are whacking me in the face, kicking me in the back, making it impossible for me to get a decent night's sleep!
So offspring of mine, NO MORE! Do not ask to sleep in my bed anymore. I will gladly give you a kidney that I cut from my own body using my own sewing scissors and I'd even forgive you if you said you were just kidding as I stitched up my own incision, but I refuse to give up my freaking pillow! Next time you are tired of sleeping in your own bed, you had best head into your daddy's room or make yourself comfee on the sofa. Mamma needs her sleep, sometimes coffee just isn't enough to keep me going.
The Little People are the most precious people in the world to me and I'd do just about anything for them, hell I'd even give them most of my internal organs just for the asking, but I have to draw the line somewhere. And that place has to be my BED! There is nothing I hate more than when one (or both) of the Little People decide that they need to sleep in my bed. I know, I know, I sound like a horrible mother and my nominations for "Mother of The Year" are being torn to shreds as I type this, but fuck I hate it. LUCKILY it seems to be a rare thing again, but for a few weeks there, it was EVERY DAMN NIGHT!
Let me explain why this drives me insane so very much. First, they usually decide to invade my personal space between 2 am and 4 am, when I'm quite asleep and not all that likely to haul my sleepy ass out of bed and drag them back upstairs to their room. Second, despite the fact that I have a king size bed, they insist on sleeping rightnexttome, and every inch I move away from them, they scoot next to me until I'm sleeping on 6 inches of mattress edge. Third, their freaking FATHER is UPSTAIRS!!! Why can they not knock on HIS door and wake HIM? Fourth, elbows and knees and little feet. Specifically the ones that are whacking me in the face, kicking me in the back, making it impossible for me to get a decent night's sleep!
So offspring of mine, NO MORE! Do not ask to sleep in my bed anymore. I will gladly give you a kidney that I cut from my own body using my own sewing scissors and I'd even forgive you if you said you were just kidding as I stitched up my own incision, but I refuse to give up my freaking pillow! Next time you are tired of sleeping in your own bed, you had best head into your daddy's room or make yourself comfee on the sofa. Mamma needs her sleep, sometimes coffee just isn't enough to keep me going.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Stress Builds Character, Right?
I'm quite stressed right now, but what's new really. Among all the other things I have going on, I've been worried about my brother who lives in New Orleans. I really didn't know if he got out before Katrina hit. He and his wife had plans to leave NO the beginning of September to move closer to his wifes family, but I was holding out hope that when they saw that Katrina was going to hit, that they would have left early.
I just got word that my brother left a message for my sister early this morning that just got passed along to her - it was just wto words "I'm okay" then the line went dead. She said there was a lot of noise of people yelling and screaming for their turn on the phone behind him. I'm guessing that he's at the Superdome and that in and of itself makes me worry more. I'm glad he's alive, but I really was hopeing he was out of NO. All I can do now is pray and wait for another phone call.
Other Stuff
I feel as though I'm getting over my nasty cold and that's almost disapointing as that means I'll have to give up my beloved NyQuil. I'm almost actually FEELING better, but not quite as every time I get up to do something (like laundry) I suddenly get all sweaty and a little light headed. It might have something to do with the DayQuil I'm taking (which has ceased keeping me from being very very sleepy, but seems to keep me from having to blow my damned nose every 3 minutes).
Man Can Not Live On Macaroni and Cheese Alone
But a toddler can. Cabbage Patch has got to be the pickiest child. She refuses to eat anything other than Mac n' Cheese, slices of cheese, pickles and the occasional piece of chocolate.... unless she's really hungry, then I might be able to get her to eat a whole half of a pb&j sandwich. Mind you if I were to make a box of KMac, she'd eat nearly the whole damn thing. *sigh* So yeah.. I tell my kid that she needs to eat her sandwich or the monster that lives under my bed will come out and chew her toes off and she gets all wide eyed, but doesn't believe me. Then I look toward my door and say that the moster is going going to get her, and she laughs at me and says "mom, it was just a snake!" Kids.
I'm quite stressed right now, but what's new really. Among all the other things I have going on, I've been worried about my brother who lives in New Orleans. I really didn't know if he got out before Katrina hit. He and his wife had plans to leave NO the beginning of September to move closer to his wifes family, but I was holding out hope that when they saw that Katrina was going to hit, that they would have left early.
I just got word that my brother left a message for my sister early this morning that just got passed along to her - it was just wto words "I'm okay" then the line went dead. She said there was a lot of noise of people yelling and screaming for their turn on the phone behind him. I'm guessing that he's at the Superdome and that in and of itself makes me worry more. I'm glad he's alive, but I really was hopeing he was out of NO. All I can do now is pray and wait for another phone call.
Other Stuff
I feel as though I'm getting over my nasty cold and that's almost disapointing as that means I'll have to give up my beloved NyQuil. I'm almost actually FEELING better, but not quite as every time I get up to do something (like laundry) I suddenly get all sweaty and a little light headed. It might have something to do with the DayQuil I'm taking (which has ceased keeping me from being very very sleepy, but seems to keep me from having to blow my damned nose every 3 minutes).
Man Can Not Live On Macaroni and Cheese Alone
But a toddler can. Cabbage Patch has got to be the pickiest child. She refuses to eat anything other than Mac n' Cheese, slices of cheese, pickles and the occasional piece of chocolate.... unless she's really hungry, then I might be able to get her to eat a whole half of a pb&j sandwich. Mind you if I were to make a box of KMac, she'd eat nearly the whole damn thing. *sigh* So yeah.. I tell my kid that she needs to eat her sandwich or the monster that lives under my bed will come out and chew her toes off and she gets all wide eyed, but doesn't believe me. Then I look toward my door and say that the moster is going going to get her, and she laughs at me and says "mom, it was just a snake!" Kids.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
This Post Brought To You By The 'Night time, Sniffling, Sneezing, Coughing, Aching, Stuffy Head, Fever...' Medicine, My Favorite Shot, NyQuil
Friday SUCKED. I'm not getting into it, but take my WORD for it that it SUCKED ASS.
Friday night I went out with Whysper and friends even though I was coming down with a fucking cold and was feeling AWFUL. After a dose of DayQuil (which I love nearly as much as NyQuil), I went to the club. I threw caution to the wind (as well as the health of my precious liver) and drank. Luckily due to my consumption of DayQuil prior to my arrival at the club it did not take much to get me drunk and I was wide awake. I can totally vouch that DayQuil before clubbing will make it more interesting and cheaper to get drunk. Highlights of the club: They wouldn't let me wear my super cute hat in (bastards!), I wore my light up ho shoes and they ROCKED!, small amount of booze and I was drunk, Dukes of Hazard was very cute and fun to flirt with but ultimately WAY to young, Fat Chickie plotting to kill a stupid man at the club, then Fat Chickie making peace with said man, THEN Fat Chickie almost getting into a BAR FIGHT! What fun! Well it was fun. Until my DayQuil wore off... Then it sucked. It wore off about 1 am a long with my DRUNK and we left the bar at 2 am and went to Taco Cabana for cheap Mexican food. Whysper and I left there at 3 am amid my anguished pleas to leave so I could blow my nose in private and medicate myself heavily before I had to go back to WORK.
Saturday came to damn quickly but thanks to the miracle of medical science I did manage to make it to work and was awake. I finished up work, took a nap and headed to spend the evening with Bubbles. We had a most interesting dinner of sushi, latkes and Ben & Jerry's. And drinks, of course drinks, I hadn't done enough damage to my liver so I had to have a couple of drinks. Late that evening we went to the store to get me some more cold medicine as I hadn't brought mine with me and I NEEDED it. As we checked out Bubbles grabbed my NiQuil and handed it to me saying I needed to take some now and the checker said "Oh no girl. She'll be asleep in the car if you do that." Then she proceeded to tell us how she had taken a bunch of NiQuil while she was pregnant. hehehe. Before heading back to Bubbles' place we made a detour to a sex shop and had the MOST fun walking around and discussing what is good and what isn't. I made a major purchase of a top of the line vibrating egg - 16 vibrations and 5 speeds... Oh yeah, if you don't hear from me in a few days, send someone to get me... Preferably a hot mansicle with a supply of batteries! (I bought several samples of different top of the line lubes so I'm good to go there, just send the man and the power!) No I haven't actually field tested it yet, but I'm about to head to bed and *ahem* do some research. (I'm not sure if this little beauty counts toward the MAXIMUM of 6 BOB's I'm allowed to own legally in the state of TEXAS... But if it does... Then I may be breaking the law now! Cool!)
Sunday came along too soon again. Still tired and sick. Work was short, thankfully, nap was nice when I got home. THEN it happened. K got home with the Little People. And when I saw them and that their HAIR WAS CUT I felt the veins start to bulge in my head, my eye balls were replaced with white hot flames and the skin on my head peeled back to reveal my ghasltly skull complete with horns. I was super pissed. Especially after seeing that my adorable blond curly haired baby with a fucking mullet!!! I did manage to make it look less repugnant, but I'm still super pissed that she has bangs and her hair is chin length now. Super Girl didn't fare much better as she has some shitty looking bangs and her hair tapered around her face and a shoulder length layered bob. No I'm not a happy camper about that. It's really a shame I don't take antidepressants anymore. But I'm trying to get to a HAPPY place on that, I mean after threatening many people's lives for this act of malice, I NEED a happy place. I don't have a gun after all, and I doubt Bubbles would talk Toast into bringing me a gun under the circumstances. Damn it.
OKAY, enough of my bitching, I'm off to bed for some 'research'.
Friday SUCKED. I'm not getting into it, but take my WORD for it that it SUCKED ASS.
Friday night I went out with Whysper and friends even though I was coming down with a fucking cold and was feeling AWFUL. After a dose of DayQuil (which I love nearly as much as NyQuil), I went to the club. I threw caution to the wind (as well as the health of my precious liver) and drank. Luckily due to my consumption of DayQuil prior to my arrival at the club it did not take much to get me drunk and I was wide awake. I can totally vouch that DayQuil before clubbing will make it more interesting and cheaper to get drunk. Highlights of the club: They wouldn't let me wear my super cute hat in (bastards!), I wore my light up ho shoes and they ROCKED!, small amount of booze and I was drunk, Dukes of Hazard was very cute and fun to flirt with but ultimately WAY to young, Fat Chickie plotting to kill a stupid man at the club, then Fat Chickie making peace with said man, THEN Fat Chickie almost getting into a BAR FIGHT! What fun! Well it was fun. Until my DayQuil wore off... Then it sucked. It wore off about 1 am a long with my DRUNK and we left the bar at 2 am and went to Taco Cabana for cheap Mexican food. Whysper and I left there at 3 am amid my anguished pleas to leave so I could blow my nose in private and medicate myself heavily before I had to go back to WORK.
Saturday came to damn quickly but thanks to the miracle of medical science I did manage to make it to work and was awake. I finished up work, took a nap and headed to spend the evening with Bubbles. We had a most interesting dinner of sushi, latkes and Ben & Jerry's. And drinks, of course drinks, I hadn't done enough damage to my liver so I had to have a couple of drinks. Late that evening we went to the store to get me some more cold medicine as I hadn't brought mine with me and I NEEDED it. As we checked out Bubbles grabbed my NiQuil and handed it to me saying I needed to take some now and the checker said "Oh no girl. She'll be asleep in the car if you do that." Then she proceeded to tell us how she had taken a bunch of NiQuil while she was pregnant. hehehe. Before heading back to Bubbles' place we made a detour to a sex shop and had the MOST fun walking around and discussing what is good and what isn't. I made a major purchase of a top of the line vibrating egg - 16 vibrations and 5 speeds... Oh yeah, if you don't hear from me in a few days, send someone to get me... Preferably a hot mansicle with a supply of batteries! (I bought several samples of different top of the line lubes so I'm good to go there, just send the man and the power!) No I haven't actually field tested it yet, but I'm about to head to bed and *ahem* do some research. (I'm not sure if this little beauty counts toward the MAXIMUM of 6 BOB's I'm allowed to own legally in the state of TEXAS... But if it does... Then I may be breaking the law now! Cool!)
Sunday came along too soon again. Still tired and sick. Work was short, thankfully, nap was nice when I got home. THEN it happened. K got home with the Little People. And when I saw them and that their HAIR WAS CUT I felt the veins start to bulge in my head, my eye balls were replaced with white hot flames and the skin on my head peeled back to reveal my ghasltly skull complete with horns. I was super pissed. Especially after seeing that my adorable blond curly haired baby with a fucking mullet!!! I did manage to make it look less repugnant, but I'm still super pissed that she has bangs and her hair is chin length now. Super Girl didn't fare much better as she has some shitty looking bangs and her hair tapered around her face and a shoulder length layered bob. No I'm not a happy camper about that. It's really a shame I don't take antidepressants anymore. But I'm trying to get to a HAPPY place on that, I mean after threatening many people's lives for this act of malice, I NEED a happy place. I don't have a gun after all, and I doubt Bubbles would talk Toast into bringing me a gun under the circumstances. Damn it.
OKAY, enough of my bitching, I'm off to bed for some 'research'.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Photos and Such
First, some random photos from the Ben's Half Yard gathering earlier this month.
Did someone say COCK?
Now, that's some codpiece.
Did someone say Tit...
mouse? It's a titmouse you perv!
Argh! Grabbin' me some Pirate booty!
He liked it.
Thank you very much! I'll do everything in my power to uphold the title.
Let's just hope they don't find out about those photos from my college days.
Stripped of my title already!
I guess I'll just go back to sealing hats!
I thought about posting a photo of the guy in the blue shirt who was hitting on me, but I decided not to. Go look at the rest of the photos here. I haven't added any titles to the photos yet.
Bowling For Dollars!
Cabbage Patch before the incident.
I think it took a full 3 minutes for that ball to get to the end of the lane.
Fashionable shoes!
I was truly sad to have to give them back.
Sewing Stuff
The Dress!
Absolutly fabulous!
Sable's Dress
So hot!
There are other photos on here of other sewing projects. o look! Speaking of sewing projects - I need to get back to work!
First, some random photos from the Ben's Half Yard gathering earlier this month.
Did someone say COCK?
Now, that's some codpiece.
Did someone say Tit...
mouse? It's a titmouse you perv!
Argh! Grabbin' me some Pirate booty!
He liked it.
Thank you very much! I'll do everything in my power to uphold the title.
Let's just hope they don't find out about those photos from my college days.
Stripped of my title already!
I guess I'll just go back to sealing hats!
I thought about posting a photo of the guy in the blue shirt who was hitting on me, but I decided not to. Go look at the rest of the photos here. I haven't added any titles to the photos yet.
Bowling For Dollars!
Cabbage Patch before the incident.
I think it took a full 3 minutes for that ball to get to the end of the lane.
Fashionable shoes!
I was truly sad to have to give them back.
Sewing Stuff
The Dress!
Absolutly fabulous!
Sable's Dress
So hot!
There are other photos on here of other sewing projects. o look! Speaking of sewing projects - I need to get back to work!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Posting Issues!
So, yeah.. I know I promised more posts and photos yesterday, and I fully intended to do that. But ya see... K got the new router up and running (so now all three computers can be online at the same time and we can im each other instead of actually talking to teach other!) and that was GREAT... except for some damn reason I could no longer get to my mail or get to Blogger! DAMN! Anyway after all day of cursing it and fiddling with it, he READ the instructions and figured out the instructions that were INCORRECT - I had access to my e-mail and blogger! Woohoo! And it was only 11:30 pm! So um.. yeah... I didn't post. But I TRIED to upload photos. And I didn't. It didn't work. Seems that the program I use (HELLO) won't work with my router for some fucked up reason, so I'll have post photos MANUALLY! Damnit. SOOOOOOO I've been uploading my photos to some albums on rensites and well that's not so simple either! Sigh. I'm challenged today. Anyway, I did manage to upload, but it's taken me for-fucking-ever so you'll just have to wait a bit longer for the photos.
I have much to tell though... the bowling party, the first day of school, the scary moment with the kid and best of all, the discovery of a religious icon.
I'll leave you to wonder for now. I'm off to the store.
So, yeah.. I know I promised more posts and photos yesterday, and I fully intended to do that. But ya see... K got the new router up and running (so now all three computers can be online at the same time and we can im each other instead of actually talking to teach other!) and that was GREAT... except for some damn reason I could no longer get to my mail or get to Blogger! DAMN! Anyway after all day of cursing it and fiddling with it, he READ the instructions and figured out the instructions that were INCORRECT - I had access to my e-mail and blogger! Woohoo! And it was only 11:30 pm! So um.. yeah... I didn't post. But I TRIED to upload photos. And I didn't. It didn't work. Seems that the program I use (HELLO) won't work with my router for some fucked up reason, so I'll have post photos MANUALLY! Damnit. SOOOOOOO I've been uploading my photos to some albums on rensites and well that's not so simple either! Sigh. I'm challenged today. Anyway, I did manage to upload, but it's taken me for-fucking-ever so you'll just have to wait a bit longer for the photos.
I have much to tell though... the bowling party, the first day of school, the scary moment with the kid and best of all, the discovery of a religious icon.
I'll leave you to wonder for now. I'm off to the store.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Reports Of My Demise Are Greatly Exagerated!
I'm not dead people, just busy, so you can stop sending sympathy cards and flowers. Sheesh.
I'm happy to report that I did finish the DRESS and will post fabulous photos soon. Actually I'll post photos of some other projects that I've finished and haven't had a moment to post also. Not imediately, but today for sure. I've got several orders to work on. I'm excited about that!
Okay, now I will randomly respond to things:
Attention All Who Are Part Of The Anti-Pea Collition:
Peas are NOT bad! They are TASTY and a fine addition to mac 'n cheese. I do understand that they may infact actually be tiny green monster eggs, but what better way to rid the world of monster than to eat their eggs BEFORE they hatch (I mean isn't that why we eat the Jumbo Eggs? So they don't grow up to be Giant Chickens and over run the world).
I would suggest that all of you give peas a chance and stop trying to stand in the way of the peas project. I personally am working hard for peas and have joined the Peas Corps and the World Peas Project For Children (all kids should have peas!). Won't you give peas a chance and pray for peas?
Okay, I have to go for now. D gave me a lap top for my birthday and K is doing stuff to get the router working so EVERYONE can be on the computer at the same damn time. Woohoo!
Stay tuned! Photos to come! Ben's Photos! Sewing Photos! Cat Photos! (not really on the cat photos.)
I'm not dead people, just busy, so you can stop sending sympathy cards and flowers. Sheesh.
I'm happy to report that I did finish the DRESS and will post fabulous photos soon. Actually I'll post photos of some other projects that I've finished and haven't had a moment to post also. Not imediately, but today for sure. I've got several orders to work on. I'm excited about that!
Okay, now I will randomly respond to things:
Attention All Who Are Part Of The Anti-Pea Collition:
Peas are NOT bad! They are TASTY and a fine addition to mac 'n cheese. I do understand that they may infact actually be tiny green monster eggs, but what better way to rid the world of monster than to eat their eggs BEFORE they hatch (I mean isn't that why we eat the Jumbo Eggs? So they don't grow up to be Giant Chickens and over run the world).
I would suggest that all of you give peas a chance and stop trying to stand in the way of the peas project. I personally am working hard for peas and have joined the Peas Corps and the World Peas Project For Children (all kids should have peas!). Won't you give peas a chance and pray for peas?
Okay, I have to go for now. D gave me a lap top for my birthday and K is doing stuff to get the router working so EVERYONE can be on the computer at the same damn time. Woohoo!
Stay tuned! Photos to come! Ben's Photos! Sewing Photos! Cat Photos! (not really on the cat photos.)
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Damn It! Damn It! Damn It!
I broke my sewing machine today. I've been trying to fix it but I think when I broke that last needle I truly fucked it up. Damn. I do have a back up but it's NOT working either. Double Damn!
I'm seriously having issues today. Today was the first day of school for Super Girl (she was happy), the bus was late picking her up, late dropping her off, brother called to let me know about what's going on with his suicidal wife (she's out of the psych ward and on drugs, he's worried and stressed)... Damn.
Lucky for me Whysper has kindly offered to bring me her old machine when she get's off work to finish up this project. Thank goodness for her.
Off to see what I can finish by hand and continue cursing this machine.
I broke my sewing machine today. I've been trying to fix it but I think when I broke that last needle I truly fucked it up. Damn. I do have a back up but it's NOT working either. Double Damn!
I'm seriously having issues today. Today was the first day of school for Super Girl (she was happy), the bus was late picking her up, late dropping her off, brother called to let me know about what's going on with his suicidal wife (she's out of the psych ward and on drugs, he's worried and stressed)... Damn.
Lucky for me Whysper has kindly offered to bring me her old machine when she get's off work to finish up this project. Thank goodness for her.
Off to see what I can finish by hand and continue cursing this machine.
All We Are Saying, Is Give Peas A Chance!
Today when I took out a can of peas to add to Cabbage Patch's mac 'n cheese, I was informed that they could not be added to the food as they would make it "icky, slimy and a monster". Hmmm... I did not know that. Peas look so darn benign in their cute little can wrapped in silver paper, one would never suspect the 'icky, slimy monster' part. Nowhere on the lable is there a warning against adding them to cheesy pasta - that's a grevious oversight by the manufacturer. And now that I know, I thought it best to pass along this as a public service announcement. Stay safe, don't add peas to your mac 'n cheese!
Today when I took out a can of peas to add to Cabbage Patch's mac 'n cheese, I was informed that they could not be added to the food as they would make it "icky, slimy and a monster". Hmmm... I did not know that. Peas look so darn benign in their cute little can wrapped in silver paper, one would never suspect the 'icky, slimy monster' part. Nowhere on the lable is there a warning against adding them to cheesy pasta - that's a grevious oversight by the manufacturer. And now that I know, I thought it best to pass along this as a public service announcement. Stay safe, don't add peas to your mac 'n cheese!
Monday, August 15, 2005
Copping Out On A Post
Exotic Dancer!
What was your job in a past life? (LOTS of results & Anime Pics)
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And I thought it would say HO!
Exotic Dancer!
What was your job in a past life? (LOTS of results & Anime Pics)
brought to you by Quizilla
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And I thought it would say HO!
Disney Pipe Dreams
Because I birthed the Tiny Terrorists house cleaning is a constant chore but a temporary state of being. What I mean is that if the little blighter are awake they are making MESSES. Tiny Terrorists = mess. What also goes along with my progeny is the 300 + Disney movies in our possession. Due to the constant drone of some wretched Disney drivel, I sometimes go to bed drunk from a Disney Bender, as In I've watched 12 straight hours of Disney crap and now even with the television off and my eyes closed I can still hear theme songs and frilly Disney princesses dancing with friendly helpful talking animals. This causes me to fall under a false sense of reality and to believe that while I sleep my home will be invaded by helpfulfriendly and cuddly animals who will cheerfully clean my home just to see my absolute joy in the morning when I wake to my life of drugery and servitude. Well let me assure you that it never fucking happens. I wake to a living room as overrun with toys and crap as it was when I fell exhausted into bed. I glare at my cats and gerbils as I step over crap on my way to the kitchen to dig out the coffee maker and mumble to them if that if I hear any singing or dancing coming from them I'd drag them off to the pound that very moment. Damn those Disney Princesses and their happy helpful pets for giving me false hope.
Because I birthed the Tiny Terrorists house cleaning is a constant chore but a temporary state of being. What I mean is that if the little blighter are awake they are making MESSES. Tiny Terrorists = mess. What also goes along with my progeny is the 300 + Disney movies in our possession. Due to the constant drone of some wretched Disney drivel, I sometimes go to bed drunk from a Disney Bender, as In I've watched 12 straight hours of Disney crap and now even with the television off and my eyes closed I can still hear theme songs and frilly Disney princesses dancing with friendly helpful talking animals. This causes me to fall under a false sense of reality and to believe that while I sleep my home will be invaded by helpfulfriendly and cuddly animals who will cheerfully clean my home just to see my absolute joy in the morning when I wake to my life of drugery and servitude. Well let me assure you that it never fucking happens. I wake to a living room as overrun with toys and crap as it was when I fell exhausted into bed. I glare at my cats and gerbils as I step over crap on my way to the kitchen to dig out the coffee maker and mumble to them if that if I hear any singing or dancing coming from them I'd drag them off to the pound that very moment. Damn those Disney Princesses and their happy helpful pets for giving me false hope.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
SATURDAY!!
WOW what a great day so far. I went a different way to work today and that was really great because that particular route takes me right by a drive through Starbucks and since I have a new Starbucks card that I got for my birthday (thanks Mike!) I just HAD to get the 'Mucho-Grande'-Latte'-Cum-Laude-With-Virgin-Milk'*! Woohoo! I'm totally caffinated! That's a lot of coffee. Damn I gotta get that more often!
Okay, back to work now.
*Venti Carmel Frappichino!
WOW what a great day so far. I went a different way to work today and that was really great because that particular route takes me right by a drive through Starbucks and since I have a new Starbucks card that I got for my birthday (thanks Mike!) I just HAD to get the 'Mucho-Grande'-Latte'-Cum-Laude-With-Virgin-Milk'*! Woohoo! I'm totally caffinated! That's a lot of coffee. Damn I gotta get that more often!
Okay, back to work now.
*Venti Carmel Frappichino!
Friday, August 12, 2005
Cutest Dog In The World
If you don't think Coco is the cutest dog in the world, then you are just evil and I hope your testes/ovaries spontaneously erupt in a into a white hot blaze leaving you scared and emotionally destitute for the rest of your natural born life. heh... Not really. She is terribly cute though, and I generally don't like dogs all that much. Yesterday D brought her over to entertain the Tiny Terrorists for a few moments while she delivered my birthday present. The Tiny Terrorists were indeed entertained when they saw Coco. They even stopped dictating their manifesto and put down their homemade explosive devices (I think it's important that a child do arts and crafts regularly), to squeal with delight and paw at Coco's thick soft coat.
Well I'm back to my sewing.
If you don't think Coco is the cutest dog in the world, then you are just evil and I hope your testes/ovaries spontaneously erupt in a into a white hot blaze leaving you scared and emotionally destitute for the rest of your natural born life. heh... Not really. She is terribly cute though, and I generally don't like dogs all that much. Yesterday D brought her over to entertain the Tiny Terrorists for a few moments while she delivered my birthday present. The Tiny Terrorists were indeed entertained when they saw Coco. They even stopped dictating their manifesto and put down their homemade explosive devices (I think it's important that a child do arts and crafts regularly), to squeal with delight and paw at Coco's thick soft coat.
Well I'm back to my sewing.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
I Had My Cake... And I Ate It Too!
Nummy cake. So far the Birthday is going well. Lovely day. Thanks for the pressies.
Thanks to:
Bethany, Deb, Heidi, Tony, Crystal, Dixie, Dora, Drew, Shanna, Laurie, Wynde, Cindi, Tony, Shannon, Amy, Tom, John, Heather, Paul, Teana, Justin, Cynthia, AJ, Mike
For the kind birthday wishes. I think I like that most, just to be remembered - don't get me wrong, the pressies rock too! ;o)
Nummy cake. So far the Birthday is going well. Lovely day. Thanks for the pressies.
Thanks to:
Bethany, Deb, Heidi, Tony, Crystal, Dixie, Dora, Drew, Shanna, Laurie, Wynde, Cindi, Tony, Shannon, Amy, Tom, John, Heather, Paul, Teana, Justin, Cynthia, AJ, Mike
For the kind birthday wishes. I think I like that most, just to be remembered - don't get me wrong, the pressies rock too! ;o)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE!!!
It's my birthday. I decided to sleep in today, reasoning "It's my freaking birthday!" Super Girl came into my room a little before 8am and wished me a Happy Birthday and insisted on making me breakfast. 5 minutes later she returned with a tray with two pieces of toast (only one buttered), half of a glass of milk, a birthday card from K and the Birthday Girl button on it. So far, it's a good day, I've had breakfast and I'm wearing the BUTTON.
I'm thinking lunch will be a box of Ho Ho's and a bottle of Boone's Farm and dinner will probably just be a couple of bottles of Boone's. Woohoo! It's my BIRTHDAY!
I need this shirt and this.
It's my birthday. I decided to sleep in today, reasoning "It's my freaking birthday!" Super Girl came into my room a little before 8am and wished me a Happy Birthday and insisted on making me breakfast. 5 minutes later she returned with a tray with two pieces of toast (only one buttered), half of a glass of milk, a birthday card from K and the Birthday Girl button on it. So far, it's a good day, I've had breakfast and I'm wearing the BUTTON.
I'm thinking lunch will be a box of Ho Ho's and a bottle of Boone's Farm and dinner will probably just be a couple of bottles of Boone's. Woohoo! It's my BIRTHDAY!
I need this shirt and this.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
A Little Something Extra With My Coffee
So my kid says to me 'What's tomorrow?', I say Thursday, she says 'Wow, thats your birthday!' I say 'Yes." She says 'How old will you be?', I say '34' she says 'Wow! That's a lot! You're going to be OLD!' Yes, thank you very much child I bore.
Somehow I get the feeling my mother is laughing. Happy Birthday to me.
So my kid says to me 'What's tomorrow?', I say Thursday, she says 'Wow, thats your birthday!' I say 'Yes." She says 'How old will you be?', I say '34' she says 'Wow! That's a lot! You're going to be OLD!' Yes, thank you very much child I bore.
Somehow I get the feeling my mother is laughing. Happy Birthday to me.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Because It Makes Me Laugh
(stolen from FatChickie's blog)
My goodness.
Sweeeeeet.
(stolen from FatChickie's blog)
| HELL LEVEL 3 Raw score: 95% |
| There's a special place in Hell for you: the basement penthouse. You scored the nastiest possible on the Sexual Hell Test. You have no sexual restraint whatsoever. You'll take pleasure however you can get it, and my guess is you get it a lot. If for some reason you don't right now, you will soon, as people in your category only tend to spiral down ever deeper into the abyss of carnality and delicious sin. Congratulations. I, personally, think that this category is the best. Paradoxically enough, sexual liberation and indulgence can only bring you closer to purity and honesty. AVOID: all but level 3 hellions like yourself. You wouldn't want to ruin anyone, now would you? |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Sexual HELL Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid |
My goodness.
Sweeeeeet.
Tuesday Treasures
Shit, I need Valium for today. It's been a day of extremes. My ticket is PAID for! Woohoo! I have tried to get ahold of my mechanic to discuss an issue with my car 5 times and now I believe it's to late to call the garage. Booooooo. I got to see D today. Woohoo! This morning I got a call from my brother that his wife tried to commit suicide this morning. Boooooo. I have the most amazing BOB in the whole world!! Woohooo!! Chaos of Chaos and Destruction tore a hole in my leather cow and emptied it's contents on the floor. Grrrrr... School stars in just under a week!! Woohoo! My toilet overflowed TWICE today. FUCK! I may already be a winner! YEAH! I've still got a lot to finish for Friday and there never seems to be any helpful Disney animals in my neighborhood. Awww... I've go tthe most AMAZING BOB in the whole world! YEAH!!!
See? It's not all bad, it's not all good, it's just my life. Off to look for the prize in the cereal! I wonder if it could be antidepressants?
Shit, I need Valium for today. It's been a day of extremes. My ticket is PAID for! Woohoo! I have tried to get ahold of my mechanic to discuss an issue with my car 5 times and now I believe it's to late to call the garage. Booooooo. I got to see D today. Woohoo! This morning I got a call from my brother that his wife tried to commit suicide this morning. Boooooo. I have the most amazing BOB in the whole world!! Woohooo!! Chaos of Chaos and Destruction tore a hole in my leather cow and emptied it's contents on the floor. Grrrrr... School stars in just under a week!! Woohoo! My toilet overflowed TWICE today. FUCK! I may already be a winner! YEAH! I've still got a lot to finish for Friday and there never seems to be any helpful Disney animals in my neighborhood. Awww... I've go tthe most AMAZING BOB in the whole world! YEAH!!!
See? It's not all bad, it's not all good, it's just my life. Off to look for the prize in the cereal! I wonder if it could be antidepressants?
Nothing To See Here
I just thought I should make a public apology to all of you (3) who read this gawd-forsaken site on a regular basis (fuck, you have a boring and desperate life don't you?). Today will be yet another boring day to not read about. I'll be busy, busy, busy buried in fabric and sewing supplies. My deadline looms like a hungry vulture and I'm that road kill baking in the sun. Heh.. That was pure poetry.
Anyway, nothing has been happening here, as I've mesmerized my offspring with DVD's and high sugar snacks. They sit unmoving on the sofa softly murmuring along to the Disney songs spewing forth from the beloved television as I sew contentedly. Okay, that's utter bullshit, anyone who knows my progeny knows that they can't possibly sit still for more than 15 minutes at a time (can be say ADD?) and the addition of SUGAR only makes their gnat like attention span that much smaller. ANYWAY, I digress (as usual), nothing has happened here worth writing about... Okay, that's a lie... This was particularly funny...
ART WORK
Yesterday in my unsuccessful attempt to occupy my progeny's time so that I could sew uninterrupted, I pulled out the $.49 water colors and paper. About the time they wanted to paint, I realized what a BAD idea this was as far as giving myself time to sew as there's no way in hell I could leave them unattended for more than 30 seconds with cups of water and PAINT. What was I thinking? So I sat and watched as they both churned out many splotchy pieces of paper. Super Girl got up at one point with three pictures and announced "I have finished my masterpiece." in a very dramatic tone and quite fake accent. I smirked and asked how she did the picture (meaning - what the hell is it). She launched in to this explanation of how she worked with this color first and then went to the next color and how it worked together and yadda, yadda, yadda. I half way expected her to launch into some esoteric explanation of how the colors moved her and how the painting represented mans eternal struggle to be perfect or some other bullshit like that. And to top it off she did this all in her FAKE accent. I covered my mouth to hide my smirk and make myself appear interested. Man I wish I'd had that on video!
Okay, that's all... Move along now, nothing to see here.
I just thought I should make a public apology to all of you (3) who read this gawd-forsaken site on a regular basis (fuck, you have a boring and desperate life don't you?). Today will be yet another boring day to not read about. I'll be busy, busy, busy buried in fabric and sewing supplies. My deadline looms like a hungry vulture and I'm that road kill baking in the sun. Heh.. That was pure poetry.
Anyway, nothing has been happening here, as I've mesmerized my offspring with DVD's and high sugar snacks. They sit unmoving on the sofa softly murmuring along to the Disney songs spewing forth from the beloved television as I sew contentedly. Okay, that's utter bullshit, anyone who knows my progeny knows that they can't possibly sit still for more than 15 minutes at a time (can be say ADD?) and the addition of SUGAR only makes their gnat like attention span that much smaller. ANYWAY, I digress (as usual), nothing has happened here worth writing about... Okay, that's a lie... This was particularly funny...
ART WORK
Yesterday in my unsuccessful attempt to occupy my progeny's time so that I could sew uninterrupted, I pulled out the $.49 water colors and paper. About the time they wanted to paint, I realized what a BAD idea this was as far as giving myself time to sew as there's no way in hell I could leave them unattended for more than 30 seconds with cups of water and PAINT. What was I thinking? So I sat and watched as they both churned out many splotchy pieces of paper. Super Girl got up at one point with three pictures and announced "I have finished my masterpiece." in a very dramatic tone and quite fake accent. I smirked and asked how she did the picture (meaning - what the hell is it). She launched in to this explanation of how she worked with this color first and then went to the next color and how it worked together and yadda, yadda, yadda. I half way expected her to launch into some esoteric explanation of how the colors moved her and how the painting represented mans eternal struggle to be perfect or some other bullshit like that. And to top it off she did this all in her FAKE accent. I covered my mouth to hide my smirk and make myself appear interested. Man I wish I'd had that on video!
Okay, that's all... Move along now, nothing to see here.
Monday, August 08, 2005
My Age
Just because I'm turning 34 on THURSDAY, I took this test:
hehehe... I guess this means I act immature! Sweeeeet.
Just because I'm turning 34 on THURSDAY, I took this test:
You Are 25 Years Old |
25 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
hehehe... I guess this means I act immature! Sweeeeet.
Selective Hearing
According to THIS article men aren't just ignoring us, they actually have trouble hearing us. Okay I supose that gives them a bit of a break, but it really doesn't explain why we have to ask them 10 times to take out the trash but we only have to say "You want a beer?" once. Men.
According to THIS article men aren't just ignoring us, they actually have trouble hearing us. Okay I supose that gives them a bit of a break, but it really doesn't explain why we have to ask them 10 times to take out the trash but we only have to say "You want a beer?" once. Men.
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