My Little Fashion Diva

Cabbage Patch is so darn cute, she's wearing this cute little orange dress (had slices of oranges all over it... pictures of them, not for real) and she just had to put on a purple sleevless shirt over it. hehehehe... She's making 'bold' fashion statements today. All she needs to complete the outfit is the red and black clown shoes the kids covet so much.

Good Bye Little Boy...

Today is kind of a sad day. My nephew left for the Army this morning. I can't believe he's even old enough to be IN the Army. But he is, he's 18. *sigh* I am sad for myself mostly, I haven't had a lot of time with him as he's grown up (complicated story). He's been so busy with getting ready to go off to the Army that I haven't seen him in over a month, and I won't see him for a while. I'm going to miss him. I'm so proud of him. I know that the next time I see him the sweet little boy that he was will be gone, replaced by a man. He's not even my child and I'm all teary eyed.

3XThursday : 05/08/03 :640k should be enough for anybody (thanks Jake for the questions)

Hypothetically speaking imagine if some one really important like Bill Gates, The Pope or Adam West put you in charge of improving the personal computer.

1. What is the biggest problem with the current personal computer that you would address first?


2. Who would you pick to help you improve the PC? Who would you like to have in your corner to help you make the decisions

3. How would you change the hardware? What would the PC of the future look like and how would people use it?

Awwww crap Jake, I don't have a fucking clue. I'm not a total moron when it comes to this stuff, but I'm not that far off. Next week can we have some questions not about computers or games (I know, I know, your site is mainly games). How about something environmental or something about our high school days (cringe) or sex. Sex is good. How about a 3XThursday with sex questions. If you need some ideas, just let me know. ;o)

It's Magic! Ta-Da!

Super Girl is on a magic kick. She was down here with a scarf putting it over a stack of towels fresh from the dryer. She would spread the scarf over the towels then babble some 'magic' words and pull the scarf saying 'Ta-Da! Magic!' The best part was when she took a moment to get prepared for her trick by saying 'hold on...' then putting a fancy diaper cover on her head and saying 'A rabbit!' I laughed. After 4 or so times of her doing the towel trick, I told her she needed to go learn some new tricks. She trotted off upstairs, I could hear her at one moment as she covered some shoes and turned them into.... SHOES! Woohoo! She cracks me up.

Angry Day Wednesday

Yeah I know it's Thursday, but yesterday was not the best of days. I'm still pissed about it. The court hearing didn't go as I would have liked. Things dragging out for another fucking month. Luckily it didn't take more than about an hour and a half this time, and with the lawyer costing us about $250 an hour, that's a deal. I was so pissed off yesterday I could not write about anything, I could barely concentrate (I really need my crazy pills these days) - that on top of having a sinus infection put me in a tremendously foul mood. I'm tired of being fucked with, I'm tired of being told I have to do this and that, doing it and then being told it's not enough (and shit I thought my childhood sucked for that crap). I'm tired of living under a microscope. We go back to court on June 18th and if they are not going to close this, we will go before the judge and have him decide for himself. We are getting fucked over and it's costing us outrageous amounts of legal fees (and quite frankly if I'm going to pay to be fucked over, I want to enjoy it - and for the money we have shelled out, we should have really really really enjoyed ourselves).

Now I'm going to go wash the sofa coushin covers (I have a lot of excess energy when I'm upset... and a very clean house).

Catching Up

Whew... I've been so busy lately and I've been having sinus headaches - I think I have a god-awful sinus infection starting up now - Spring in Texas is so hard on my sinuses. Right now we are under a sever weather watch, but no rain yet. I'm praying for rain. With rain comes relief for me.

Anyway enough whineing... Here's what's been going on.

Fish Seeing Spots

Shortly after the accidental death of Spike and her boyfriend I had purchased replacement fish. A few days pass and I notice that the fish are starting to have small white spots on their fins and all. DAMN IT! My fish had Ick, a nasty parasite that infects the whole tank and if not treated will kill the fish. Fortunately it's easy to treat. I sent hubby to the store to get fish medicine. But I was irritated by the fish having this - My new fish came from PetSmart so I would have thought they would be healthy. My mistake. I really should have quaranteined them before adding them (I've since learned this by some reading). Anyway, 3 days of medicine that turned the water a cool shade of blue and the fish are healthy, but we did suffer 2 casualties (one was the fish I belive was the carrier of the dastardly parasite). I think I may have to label my aquarium as the TANK OF DOOM if I keep killing off goldfish. I also learned in my reading that live plants in an aquarium are treated as salad by goldfish. Ohhhhhh well that explains why the plants were getting all tore up! So no more plants, no unquarantined fish in my tank.... Shouldn't take but a few more fish before I have this aquarium stuff down. ;o)

Making Of The Dress

D came over Friday afternoon to be here for fittings and help with the construction of the dress. I had planned to start on the dress earlier that day, but I was waiting on an inspection - which NEVER happened! Once again they failed to show or even call - sheesh. (thankfully all that bull shit should be over after tomorrow) So we didn't even get started on the rest of the dress until after 6 pm. Part way through cutting out the rest of the pieces, I realized we were short a couple of yards of fabric and would have to get creative to get the rest of the pieces cut out. We did some discussing and all for a bit and came up with a plan of action that worked. Cutting out the pattern was the hardest part - it made my back ache to sit on the floor working on it. Anyway - we finished up EVERYTHING on the dress - even the grommets on the bodice - at 6 am! So needless to say I didn't work on Saturday. D talked me into going to the renaissance faire with her. We headed to her house, I called my boss and we slept from 7 am until 11 am, then went to the faire. D looked just lovely in the dress, we had a great time.

Well enough for now... think my medicine is starting to work...still have a headache but now I'm making a lot more typos.... woohoo! fun stuff.

Poetry....

OMG - I stole this from A's blog (who stole it from someone elses....) D - you will LOVE this, think of the book of poems we were reading at 4 am on Saturday.

A poem generator! I put my site url in and this is the poem of Karmacially Challenged Life....

function yes
for Cabage Patch.
Little fuckers.
had to get nice, I think so... ;
funny, they are gay
even better than whoreish .
But I really need to
you still doesn?t know,
a few creative
since neither of the shit that my defensive driving class
on different tank and move the sink.

I love it. To damn funny. I must swear a whole fucking lot on this site!! HAHAHAHA!

Busy, Busy, Busy

Damn... I've been so damn busy. I finished my sister's ren faire dress. It turned out damn nice. I do have to make a few alterations to it, but she is thrilled with it (and has worn it twice so far!) pictures to be posted later. I finished it up at 6 am on Saturday morning! We had a few issues to work out, for one we had inadvertantly gotten not quite enough fabric by about 2 yards - the actual sewing of the dress didn't take that long. A few creative things were done to make it all perfect. She looked absolutly lovely in her dress. I did some beading on the front of the dress that is very nice.

She needs another court dress for next weekend, so I may be working my ass off the later part of this week to get another one for her, this time we have to be particularly creative since neither of us has the bling bling to get more fabric (she spent a sizable chunk of $$$ to get the fabric and all for this dress - all in all it was still quite a bargain). I would work the ENTIRE week on (not that I need that much time) but I have my final (God willing) court hearing on Wednesday so I need to make sure the house is read for unexpected visitors - who incidentally did NOT show up on Friday as scheduled (eyes rolling up in head).

Well I need to wrap up for the moment. I'm currently taking my defensive driving class on line and I'm at one of the mandated 12 minute breaks. *sigh* I'm about half way through (at least I think so). I could kick myself for waiting untill the last freaking minute (had to have it done TODAY). Back later.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is to damn funny:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Moderate
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

Yeah, that's me. Come visit me at the 2 level of Hell - I'll be the whoreish one (I prefer slutty rather than whoreish).

OK, I'm done... gotta get back to work.... I really need to stop taking these stupid tests. I'm such a dork!

3XThursday : 05/01/03 : Thou Shall Not Steal (great questions Jake who last Sunday had his bicycle stolen so in retrospect on that event this weeks questions are about theft.)

1. So have you ever had anything stolen from you? What was it? Who did it?
Yes, mostly trivial stuff. In highschool someone stole my rubber bat out of my locker (bastards! that was Bob!) Not sure who did it. And this past January some little brats from the apartments decided to steal the plastic candy cane decorations outside my door and break them in the creek. Little fuckers. I've had things stolen off my desk from work before, and I'd whine and bitch. But as I said mostly trivial stuff. I did have an uncle who stole my jewlery box when I was 11. What an ass.

2. Have you ever stolen anything in your life? You can plead the Fifth if you want to.
Oh yeah, back in my lawless days with my sister. At one Jr. High we both attended the same school, we used to go through the lunch line and steal lunch (this was the snack bar line not the regular food line) for ourselves and our friends. Some minor shoplifting as a child. A street sign in high school.

3. Who was the biggest thief in your mind? In modern history or historically?

Well in my mind it would be my low-life theiving uncle. Fucker stole my mothers camera at my great grandmothers funeral! In history.... I'd say any of the conquerors. They all stripped the native people of their valuables and culture.

Bonus Question for Comments: Are there any situations where it is morally justified to steal? What would that be?

Yes in extreme situations of war or social oppresion where you are trying to feed your children and there are no other alternatives.

Gonna be a busy day today....

Things to do:

Make Ren costume for D.
Clean house
Fit Ren costume for D.
Take pics of Ren costume.

Things to write about soon:
Trip to fabric store: Monkey Sandwich
Waffle House
Gangsta 101
My fish (yes god my fish again)

Now why do the lawn people here start doing lawn stuff RIGHT infront of my bedroom window at 8 am? Why? I'm sure I'm not the ONLY person in the world who might like to sleep in! Super Girl is visiting D so I didn't have her waking me at 7 am.

L - you had me laughing hard. OMG - not at you, but what you wrote was a riot. I will have to write about 'The Natives and The Stomach Gods' that inhabit my being sometime.

A - Somehow I'm always the whorish one..... you virginal? I don't think so... ;o)

Well off to sew and clean and all...

take the virgin-whore dichotomy quiz.
and go to mewing.net. where we're all studs.

Tiny Little Dog…

This happened around the whole fish saga…. Just didn’t want to confuse anyone with other things. Anyway… before we head off to the pet store my oldest tells me that she wants a dog. Uggh. We got rid of the dog last year when we moved to the town house… Well let me correct that. I got rid of the dog last year… hmmm… still doesn’t sound right… OK, I dumped my dog at the pound and sentenced her to definite death. Yeah that’s it. Yes I do still have some guilt about all that, why do you ask? Anyway, I take a deep breath and explain that we already have 2 cats and some fish, we don’t need a dog, nor can we have a dog in the town house… and I had to mention that we already HAD a dog that we got rid of (hoping that would not prompt yet another discussion of where Foxy is now {dead} and how she misses her, yadda, yadda, yadda). She persists, I don’t feel like continuing this. Finally she says “How bout a little dog?” and holds up her fingers just about an inch apart, to which I reply “OK, if you can find a little dog that size, then we will get it.” Great, fine, not going to happen, argument over. When we get to the pet store (avoiding the Free Kittens box in the parking lot) she asks right away to see the dogs – I ignore her and go get my fish stuff. She persists the whole time asking when we can go see the dogs. She’s briefly side tracked by some cats in cages – oh bad for me.. I love cats and two of them were beautiful orange tabbies (my favorite), but I resist and distract her from the cats by asking her to help me find food and a toy for our own cats (who would not appreciate a new feline in the house…. In fact I think they would attempt to murder me if I did infact bring a new cat home… and hell this house only has room enough for one homicidal pet… who happens to bed dead now… so… I guess that’s not really and argument any more… hmmm… ) We head off to the check out, she is very unhappy that we haven’t gone to see dogs yet, but there isn’t any dogs in the store for sale – so I think “Whew – I’m out of that one!” But no – I just think I am. As we are heading for the line, in come two women with a basket and three Yorkie dogs in the basket, each one of the women is holding a tiny little Yorkie puppy! AHHHHHHHHHH! NO! Tiny Little Dogs! Damn it. So I let her go see the dogs and tell her that the ladies took the last of the tiny little dogs. Cosmic joke on me.

L had the coolest comment regarding Spike:

J, I am sorry to hear about Spike. (For those not in the know, Spike is a homicidal, vaguely hermaphroditic fish who has been getting it on with the other fish in the tank in a mindless quest to breed, occasionally murdering the other fish, and sadly, died herself last night). What can I say, J? Eros and Thanatos. Sex and Death. Maybe she got ahold of some bad fish food.

Eros and Thanatos... I think that sums up Spike's life pretty well.

I don’t know, maybe I killed them intentionally subconsciously… maybe I just got pissy thinking that my stupid fish was having a better sex life than I am. Jealousy! If I’m not getting any, then those damn fish aren’t either. Heheehehehe… Yeah I know.. I need help. ;o)

Details Of The Horrible Accident

I woke Sunday morning as usual, 4 or so smacks on the snooze button before I crawled out of bed to get ready for work. I was in great spirits; it looked like a really short day at work. I turned on the computer to check my e-mail (as I do every morning) then I walked to the kitchen to take my vitamins and crazy pills. I looked into the small tank and to my utter shock and horror Spike was laying motionless on the bottom of the tank and her boyfriend was floating on his side at the top of the tank. They both were dead! Dead I tell you! I looked around for any hint of foul play and saw none. I trembled with fear. Who would kill two simple goldfish? And… would I be next? I…. OK, that didn’t happen. I saw the fish, I said, “Shit! My fish are dead.” And I discarded above-mentioned fished into trash and emptied the small tank. I made sure the two fish corpses were covered in the trash so the kids wouldn’t see them then feel compelled to play with them (ewwwwww!!) or worse for one of the cats to find them and drag them out for a snack (fish parts on the floor – oh nasty!) Off to work I went. I was a bit disappointed that Spike was gone. I had that freaking fish for a year and a half! Some how she survived my utter and complete ignorance to fish care and my horrible neglect for about 6 months – at that point I decided that if she could tough out all that, I might as well put a little effort into owning a fish… I changed the water more often. And now a mere month into my big plunge into aquarium owning (I decided that a 3 inch fish was probably too big for a tank that held less than a gallon of water), Spike is gone. She was a interesting fish. Somewhat homicidal, always evil, mostly temperamental. I’m going to miss that evil little fish. * Sniff* * Sniff* A moment of silence please…. OK, I’m done… enough grieving.

After work - Off to the pet store! I had planned to go to Pet Smart even before the fish kill incident, now I had even more reason to go – Replacement fish!!!

Went right to the goldfish section and selected two fancy gold fish - a red and white ryukin and a calico fantail. I also bought one little comet goldfish. Then off to get a new filter (bigger, better, more powerful) and a bubble tube and a tank cleaner thing. I also bought some other things in the store – but they aren’t pertinent to this story. ;o)

Sooooo… I go home, clean out the fish tank thoroughly, set up the new things in the tank and drop in the new fish. Ahhh life is food. Valkerie and Thor (the red and white and the calico) seem to like it well enough. All of the fish LOVE the bubble wall. They are so funny, they will go to the bubble wand and get in the bubble stream and ride it up to the surface. Hehehehehe… they will do that over and over. It’s very funny, kind of like a carnival ride for them.

Damn it! I suck!

Fuck. I sucks so much. I have inadvertently killed Spike! (and her boyfriend) Damn it! My beloved evil homicidal bitchy fish is dead!

I read up on the internet about goldfish who were breeding. Several suggested moving the breeding fish to another tank so they can hit it in the privacy of a different tank (really to keep the big tank from getting all full of eggs - also if I did decide I wanted the trouble of raising the fry then I wouldn't have to worry about the big fish eating them). I had already notice some eggs in the big tank so I figured they could finish in the little tank. I prepare the tank as recommended and move the two into it at about 11 pm. I figured that by morning they would be done and I could move them back. Well they were done... as in done for. Dead as doornails. DAMN IT! After all the shit that fucking fish has gone through, to die in a nice clean tank is a real pisser for me. Oh well.... I chucked them in the trash this morning. I am going to get replacements later today.

I'll write a memorial to Spike a bit later.

OK, had to do another stupid quiz... couldn't help myself on this one. I like it... I knew I would be... it's one of my favorite fairy tales - I like the whole really long beautiful hair... it's so me.


Rapunzel - You don't like being told what you can
or can't do, and when someone tries to boss you
around, you rebel. You're liable to do exactly
what you want to, and devil take the hindmost.
Beware: the devil may do just that. (From
Rapunzel, by the Brothers Grimm)


Fairy Tale Lady
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All A Blur

It's the end of the week... even the end of Friday. I feel as though all the days have blurred together. I know I did things on different days, but it seems like everything happend today and it wasn't all that eventful of a day. I really hate when I get this feeling. Not quiet deja vu', but similar.

Towards the middle of the week, I remember feeling excited about something. All fired up and full of energy. Now I have no fucking clue why. Maybe I was on amphetimenes (just kidding), maybe I was drinking too much Coke that day (honestly), maybe I was on a day long sugar high from eating all the kids Easter candy (probably). I don't know. But now.. I feel... well... BORED. Shit I need a life. I did laundry today. Woohoo. Tomorrow I go to work - yippiee ding. Apathetic... that's what it is. Damn it sucks. I did get my pay check today - that's cool. And hubby has a lead on a job. He had an interview that went very well today. Praying it happens!

Our tax refund arrived - damn I love e-fileing. Hubby bought some movies for us. Toy Story (wanted to get that before it went to the vault), My Big Fat Greek Wedding, The Wild Thornberrys Movie (he knows I love that) and Who Framed Roger Rabbit (he loves that movie). Next week we'll get the car fixed the rest of the way (radiator and cooling fan need to be fixed). YAY for income tax money! Yay for tax deductable donations!

eh... I'm still bored... I think I'll go bore myself to sleep....

What? Are you still here? Go on, I can see you yawn.

Wow... Is It Friday Already?

This week has flown by. I've been busy too. Sewing some pretty dresses for my girls. Summer will be here soon and Super Girl needs some summer clothes. She's gotten to where she only wants to wear dresses - this is a turn around from the tom boy she has been so I'm happy, happy, happy to make her dresses. Yesterday I made her a pretty ballet skirt. She has been wanting one. I made ribbon roses to go on it. It's so damn cute! I think I want one for myself! I'm going to make a matching one for Cabage Patch. Little girls are so damn cute! :o)

Today I had my 'inspection' . It went well, as usual. Hopefully all this crap will be done in a couple of weeks. I am quite tired of feeling like I'm living my life under a microscope.

Hubby has a lead on a job - YAY! One of the employment agencies was really impressed with his skills and asked him to come in today to finish his testing and to discuss a permanent position. It would be making quite a bit less than he was, but that's still quite a bit more than unemployment! He'll keep looking for something making more though. Tough job market right now.

Anyway... more of my boreing life later... it's almost nap time now. YAY!!!!!!

Comedians....

I'm sitting here with Comedy Central on while I waste time before I head off to bed. Just waiting for this medicine to take care of this fucking sinus headache. Damn. I really should just give up on that damn over the counter shit and go straight to hard liquor. It might not take care of the sinus issues but I won't notice the pain and it would probably work a shit load faster than the OTC medicine. Anyway, on the television. I've noticed an odd trend. Most comedians on today are either women or they are gay (many of the women are lesbians, I might add). Why is that? I know in times past it seemed that most comedians were Jewish, now it seems that they are gay. I don't know why it is. I mean is there some sort of union that comedians are part of that make arbitrary rules for admittance to the union. This decade is Woman and Gays decade, the last one was Minority decade, the one before that was Jewish decade.... It's not that I'm complaining, I laugh at what ever is funny, so I really don't care, it's just an odd trend. eh, off to bed... head hurts...