| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Self-Lovin' | 43.3% When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself | 65% |
| Shamelessness | 33.3% Puts 'em on the glass | 79.3% |
| Sex Drive | 39.5% I got needs, baby, you gotta unnastan'! | 77.7% |
| Straightness | 3.6% Knows the other body type like a map | 45% |
| Gayness | 92.9% Repressed, are we? | 83.3% |
| Fucking Sick | 77.9% Refreshingly normal | 89.9% |
| You are 51.41% pure Average Score: 72.6% | ||
Thursday, November 27, 2003
This was quite funny... and rather nasty!
Thanksgiving Dinner Part 2
Today was just a small dinner with hubby's dad and his wife. So I didn't have to cook much. Dinner (actually lunch) was lovely
We had mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potato casserole, freshly baked rolls, peas, cranberry sauce (ick)
and of course turkey (and veggie trays) 
Everything was wonderful and we topped it all off with pumpkin pie and marbled pumpkin cheesecake (which was to DIE for!)
Hope everyone had a wonderful (and tasty) Thanksgiving!!
Today was just a small dinner with hubby's dad and his wife. So I didn't have to cook much. Dinner (actually lunch) was lovely
We had mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potato casserole, freshly baked rolls, peas, cranberry sauce (ick)
and of course turkey (and veggie trays)
Everything was wonderful and we topped it all off with pumpkin pie and marbled pumpkin cheesecake (which was to DIE for!)
Hope everyone had a wonderful (and tasty) Thanksgiving!!
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Movie Review
Life Is A Cabaret - but this movie sucks!
This is a Bob Fosse movie staring Liza Minnelli which pretty much means you will spend plenty of time saying "what the fuck?" through out this movie and while the credits are rolling. I have no idea WHY we sat and watch this movie except that it came on after something and we were just to damn lazy to find the remote to change the channel. Well that was my reason - hubby had seen this movie on television when he was a child and every so often he will make the mistake of having to rewatch something he found profoundly entertaining when he was just a wee lad. One of the first times he drug me down one of these deluded trips down his memory lane it was some dog of a movie staring Barbara Striesand that we both promptly fell asleep watching! The part that sucks is that he RENTED the movie - so he PAID for us to be profoundly bored. Anyway back to Life Is A Cabaret... I won't get into the plot of this movie as it seems to have only the faintest hint of a plot and was mostly about seeing how much camera time Liza could get while sober. She plays this drunken over sexed cabaret girl who meets and falls into ... um.. bed with a straight laced English guy (Michael York) and things that happen around them. YAWN. Sorry, but I find Liza playing a drunken whore (ohhh what a stretch for her) to be painful to watch and not really entertaining. The most entertainment I had was making sarcastic comments about the movie and being frightened by the enormous spider legs that were masquerading as her eyelashes. I went to bed part way through the movie as I was obviously not drunk enough to make much sense of this movie. Hubby stayed up and watched the rest of the movie and said not much else changed. Liza's character was a drunken slut and the Nazi's were coming into power - end of movie.
Don't watch this movie - it sucks.
Life Is A Cabaret - but this movie sucks!
This is a Bob Fosse movie staring Liza Minnelli which pretty much means you will spend plenty of time saying "what the fuck?" through out this movie and while the credits are rolling. I have no idea WHY we sat and watch this movie except that it came on after something and we were just to damn lazy to find the remote to change the channel. Well that was my reason - hubby had seen this movie on television when he was a child and every so often he will make the mistake of having to rewatch something he found profoundly entertaining when he was just a wee lad. One of the first times he drug me down one of these deluded trips down his memory lane it was some dog of a movie staring Barbara Striesand that we both promptly fell asleep watching! The part that sucks is that he RENTED the movie - so he PAID for us to be profoundly bored. Anyway back to Life Is A Cabaret... I won't get into the plot of this movie as it seems to have only the faintest hint of a plot and was mostly about seeing how much camera time Liza could get while sober. She plays this drunken over sexed cabaret girl who meets and falls into ... um.. bed with a straight laced English guy (Michael York) and things that happen around them. YAWN. Sorry, but I find Liza playing a drunken whore (ohhh what a stretch for her) to be painful to watch and not really entertaining. The most entertainment I had was making sarcastic comments about the movie and being frightened by the enormous spider legs that were masquerading as her eyelashes. I went to bed part way through the movie as I was obviously not drunk enough to make much sense of this movie. Hubby stayed up and watched the rest of the movie and said not much else changed. Liza's character was a drunken slut and the Nazi's were coming into power - end of movie.
Don't watch this movie - it sucks.
Movie Review
I actually have several movies to review so that's pretty much what today will have.
Laputa: Castle in the Sky
This is another Hayao Miyazaki film. As with all of his movies I have seen this one doesn't disappoint visually. The story is kind of an odd one that flows along pretty easily with the beautiful animation. Sadly the ending is kind of bizarre and left me feeling like part of the movie was missing. The official synopsis of the movie says "Pazu rescues an unconscious girl descending from the night sky with a glowing pendant around her neck. He helps the girl, Sheeta, to escape from the air pirates and the military who are obsessed with Laputa, a legendary kingdom on a floating island in the sky with which Sheeta is suspected of being connected. - that pretty much sums it up.
I don't like this movie nearly as well as his other works. This would have to be my least favorite of Miyazaki's films. Although the little people have asked to watch this movie several times, they tend to not watch it all the way through as they do with Spirited Away or Princess Mononoke. The upside is that this movie has absolutly no swear words or capitations. Not that the other movies did but Princess Mononoke did have the memorable phrase "Smells like super donkey piss" which is not something you really want a 4 year old repeating.
It's a good movie, just not as good as his others.
I actually have several movies to review so that's pretty much what today will have.
Laputa: Castle in the Sky
This is another Hayao Miyazaki film. As with all of his movies I have seen this one doesn't disappoint visually. The story is kind of an odd one that flows along pretty easily with the beautiful animation. Sadly the ending is kind of bizarre and left me feeling like part of the movie was missing. The official synopsis of the movie says "Pazu rescues an unconscious girl descending from the night sky with a glowing pendant around her neck. He helps the girl, Sheeta, to escape from the air pirates and the military who are obsessed with Laputa, a legendary kingdom on a floating island in the sky with which Sheeta is suspected of being connected. - that pretty much sums it up.
I don't like this movie nearly as well as his other works. This would have to be my least favorite of Miyazaki's films. Although the little people have asked to watch this movie several times, they tend to not watch it all the way through as they do with Spirited Away or Princess Mononoke. The upside is that this movie has absolutly no swear words or capitations. Not that the other movies did but Princess Mononoke did have the memorable phrase "Smells like super donkey piss" which is not something you really want a 4 year old repeating.
It's a good movie, just not as good as his others.
Monday, November 24, 2003
I Blame Mr. Rogers!!!
hehe... Nipples... Super Girl keeps talking about them. Mr. Rogers was talking about how baby animals drink milk from their mothers and she says "Like how Cabbage Patch sucked your boobies when she was a baby?" Yeah... Then she wanted to know about cats... So I use a visual and humiliate my cat by showing them to her... But I didn't say nipples. Now she wants Sunshine to have kittens and is asking about nipples on everything. Sheesh... I know it's NOT a bad word but it just seems inappropriate coming from a 4 year old, it's like finding your 70 year old grandma's porn stash on her computer - not really bad but just not appropriate!!!
hehe... Nipples... Super Girl keeps talking about them. Mr. Rogers was talking about how baby animals drink milk from their mothers and she says "Like how Cabbage Patch sucked your boobies when she was a baby?" Yeah... Then she wanted to know about cats... So I use a visual and humiliate my cat by showing them to her... But I didn't say nipples. Now she wants Sunshine to have kittens and is asking about nipples on everything. Sheesh... I know it's NOT a bad word but it just seems inappropriate coming from a 4 year old, it's like finding your 70 year old grandma's porn stash on her computer - not really bad but just not appropriate!!!
Early Thanksgiving Day
Our turkey dinner was delightful. My turkey was just perfect (as always). Sister-in-law made everything else - and it wasn't so good. She made stuffing (not a favorite of mine), a corn casserole (again, not a favorite), greenbean casserole (bleck), sweet potatoes (didn't like them the way she did them) and a potato casserole (yuck). I brought over the turkey and gravy and pumpkin bars. I completely forgot the pumpkin cheesecake in the chaos that ensued before we left.
Let me tell about that. We were scheduled to be at brother-in-laws house between 6 and 6:30 pm. I worked until 3 pm then came home and napped. I got up about 5:00 pm, told hubby to bathe the little people then stuck the pan of turkey in the oven on low to warm and made the gravy. I discussed with hubby if we should frost the pumpkin bars or not. He said only if we had cream cheese to make cream cheese frosting, we did because I always plan ahead for holiday dinners. So he made that and I cut them up and put them on the try. The little people wanted to try them and I let them. It was nearly 6 pm as we started getting everything covered and ready to go. I dressed the little people and fixed their hair. Hubby took a lightening fast shower and got dressed. As we gathered the diaper bag the kids milled around either playing or whining. I had to reprimand Super Girl several times. About 6:20 pm I see that Cabbage Patch has been helping herself to the pumpkin bars and is now covered from her eyebrows to her knees with frosting. *sigh* I go find another sun dress for her to slip on as hubby wiped her down. Super Girl refused to put on her shoes until I told her that daddy and Cabbage Patch would go on to dinner and we would just stay home. We finally get into the car at 6:50 pm and arrive at 7 pm. I told hubby I wasn't to worried about being late since we were bringing the turkey - it's not like they could start dinner without us.
The kids didn't eat much of dinner - I really couldn't make much of a fuss about that since I only at the turkey and the rolls. After dinner all 5 kids went outside to play with the dog. When the conversation turned to politics I retreated to outside with the kids with sister-in-law. I was lucky enough to be there when Super Girl fell off the top of the slide (small slide) and ended up scraping up her face. She was a real trooper though. She cried for a couple of minutes then just sniffled as I cleaned her up and put ointment on her. She INSISTED on having bandaids though and ended up looking like she had just been in a boxing match what with her big bandaid on her forehead and one under her nose. She's fine now, just scraped on her face (uggh... I just realized she has dance tomorrow... Hate having to take her out looking like that) and a bruise on her hand.
All in all it was a good dinner. We will do it again with just father-in-law and his wife this Thursday - I'll make mashed potatoes and some veggies to go with my dinner as well as dinner rolls or crossants (made by me). Anybody want to join us? All you have to do is wash dishes after. :o)
Our turkey dinner was delightful. My turkey was just perfect (as always). Sister-in-law made everything else - and it wasn't so good. She made stuffing (not a favorite of mine), a corn casserole (again, not a favorite), greenbean casserole (bleck), sweet potatoes (didn't like them the way she did them) and a potato casserole (yuck). I brought over the turkey and gravy and pumpkin bars. I completely forgot the pumpkin cheesecake in the chaos that ensued before we left.
Let me tell about that. We were scheduled to be at brother-in-laws house between 6 and 6:30 pm. I worked until 3 pm then came home and napped. I got up about 5:00 pm, told hubby to bathe the little people then stuck the pan of turkey in the oven on low to warm and made the gravy. I discussed with hubby if we should frost the pumpkin bars or not. He said only if we had cream cheese to make cream cheese frosting, we did because I always plan ahead for holiday dinners. So he made that and I cut them up and put them on the try. The little people wanted to try them and I let them. It was nearly 6 pm as we started getting everything covered and ready to go. I dressed the little people and fixed their hair. Hubby took a lightening fast shower and got dressed. As we gathered the diaper bag the kids milled around either playing or whining. I had to reprimand Super Girl several times. About 6:20 pm I see that Cabbage Patch has been helping herself to the pumpkin bars and is now covered from her eyebrows to her knees with frosting. *sigh* I go find another sun dress for her to slip on as hubby wiped her down. Super Girl refused to put on her shoes until I told her that daddy and Cabbage Patch would go on to dinner and we would just stay home. We finally get into the car at 6:50 pm and arrive at 7 pm. I told hubby I wasn't to worried about being late since we were bringing the turkey - it's not like they could start dinner without us.
The kids didn't eat much of dinner - I really couldn't make much of a fuss about that since I only at the turkey and the rolls. After dinner all 5 kids went outside to play with the dog. When the conversation turned to politics I retreated to outside with the kids with sister-in-law. I was lucky enough to be there when Super Girl fell off the top of the slide (small slide) and ended up scraping up her face. She was a real trooper though. She cried for a couple of minutes then just sniffled as I cleaned her up and put ointment on her. She INSISTED on having bandaids though and ended up looking like she had just been in a boxing match what with her big bandaid on her forehead and one under her nose. She's fine now, just scraped on her face (uggh... I just realized she has dance tomorrow... Hate having to take her out looking like that) and a bruise on her hand.
All in all it was a good dinner. We will do it again with just father-in-law and his wife this Thursday - I'll make mashed potatoes and some veggies to go with my dinner as well as dinner rolls or crossants (made by me). Anybody want to join us? All you have to do is wash dishes after. :o)
Friday, November 21, 2003
Your soul is bound to the Burning Rose: The
Rapture.
"I go where my heart beckons me, and I go
with my head high. But sometimes, I get a need
until I bleed so my heart swims above my
head."
The Burning Rose is associated with passion,
intensity, and desire. It is governed by the
god Eros and its sign is The Flame, or Physical
Love.
As a Burning Rose, you can get lost in the moment
if you let yourself. You are a very physical
person, be it in relationships, work, or play.
You may be driven by your hormones sometimes,
but you know it's because you have to follow
your instinct.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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More Potty Talk
It's Friday and I am stunned that Cabbage Patch is using the toilet most of the time (except nap time and bed time when I put a diaper on her). She's had very few accidents and I haven't had to resort to rewards, bribes, begging or forcing her to use the potty. This is VERY different than Super Girl. She was very difficult to potty train (I think it's something that runs in hubby's family, his nephew is 3 and still not totally trained). She found the whole potty thing interesting for a couple of days then wouldn't sit on it unless she felt like it - which was rare. We tried rewards - stickers, but she wasn't impressed enough with the sticker to follow through. Tried switching her to panties so she could feel when she was wet and that would irritate her enough to make her NOT want to go in her panties (that's the theory anyway) but all I ended up with was a lot of laundry to do. Tried the bribes but that didn't work at all, tried to make her sit on the potty, but this kid is far more stubborn than most and that didn't fly at all. She had lots of accidents on the floors and in her pants. When she finally started using the potty (mostly) at 3, she would do things like pee in the dogs water dish or go outside and pee in the grass. She just didn't want to use the toilet all that much.
Now Cabbage Patch seems to LOVE using the potty. I hadn't planned on starting her training until February when she turns 2 and a half (which is supposed to be the magic age for potty training). I'm hoping that by December she will be in panties and out of diapers (except for naps and night time).
It's Friday and I am stunned that Cabbage Patch is using the toilet most of the time (except nap time and bed time when I put a diaper on her). She's had very few accidents and I haven't had to resort to rewards, bribes, begging or forcing her to use the potty. This is VERY different than Super Girl. She was very difficult to potty train (I think it's something that runs in hubby's family, his nephew is 3 and still not totally trained). She found the whole potty thing interesting for a couple of days then wouldn't sit on it unless she felt like it - which was rare. We tried rewards - stickers, but she wasn't impressed enough with the sticker to follow through. Tried switching her to panties so she could feel when she was wet and that would irritate her enough to make her NOT want to go in her panties (that's the theory anyway) but all I ended up with was a lot of laundry to do. Tried the bribes but that didn't work at all, tried to make her sit on the potty, but this kid is far more stubborn than most and that didn't fly at all. She had lots of accidents on the floors and in her pants. When she finally started using the potty (mostly) at 3, she would do things like pee in the dogs water dish or go outside and pee in the grass. She just didn't want to use the toilet all that much.
Now Cabbage Patch seems to LOVE using the potty. I hadn't planned on starting her training until February when she turns 2 and a half (which is supposed to be the magic age for potty training). I'm hoping that by December she will be in panties and out of diapers (except for naps and night time).
Turkey Status
We are now entering hour three for cooking of the turkey.
After the timer went off at the end of hour two I took the turkey
out of the oven and turned it over 
, which was a total bitch to do... I mean when was the last time you turned over a 22 lb turkey in a flimsy tin pan? I could not find my big meat fork - not that it really would have helped - so I had to turn that bird over with my HANDS - yes one bare hand and one oven mit (part of the turkey was not to freaking hot and other parts were freaking hot). I managed to bend said flimsy pan in the process, but I did get the bird over so the breast can start browning. I also seasoned that side of the turkey and started teh gibblets to cooking (ya know, gibblet gravey). Two more hours and this bird should be done.
We are now entering hour three for cooking of the turkey.
After the timer went off at the end of hour two I took the turkey
out of the oven and turned it over , which was a total bitch to do... I mean when was the last time you turned over a 22 lb turkey in a flimsy tin pan? I could not find my big meat fork - not that it really would have helped - so I had to turn that bird over with my HANDS - yes one bare hand and one oven mit (part of the turkey was not to freaking hot and other parts were freaking hot). I managed to bend said flimsy pan in the process, but I did get the bird over so the breast can start browning. I also seasoned that side of the turkey and started teh gibblets to cooking (ya know, gibblet gravey). Two more hours and this bird should be done.
That's A Bitch
Sometimes parenting can be trying. A was recently writing about how hard it is to instill social graces in your offspring when you yourself seem to have none - something that I identify with quite a bit. I myself have a potty mouth, I do swear in front of my children - I'm not talking an endless stream of obscenities coming out of my mouth 24/7 but I do swear. My mother swore much worse than I did, and the many many disfunctional family members that surrounded me during my formative years swore horribly as well, and somehow I managed to not swear until I was a teenager - and never in front of my mother or other people older than me until I was nearly 20 (I remember the first time I swore in front of my mother I think I said Damn or Shit, then I realized my mother was within earshot so I froze expecting her to reprimand me but ishe didn't. So I waited for it... And it never came. A few days later I decided to sneak in another word - bitch. I said it in front of my mom and waited, again nothing. I think I was almost married when I worked up to FUCK in her presence).
Anyway, as most parents know, children are little sponges that absorb all information around them and then spit out randomly. If you WANT them to spit out a certain piece of information say to impress grandma or to look cute in the Holiday musical, then they will not do it, either intentionally or unintentionally - you have maybe a 20% chance of them actually doing exactly what you want. And as children get older your chances decrease. Conversely you have a 90% chance of that stray swear word or nasty phrase you uttered when you thought the child was out of the room/to busy playing/sleeping being repeated (loudly) in front of grandma/pastor/rabbi/teacher/etc. The first swear word Super Girl learned was 'shit' she heard it from either myself or her father. When she uttered it, she was in CHURCH and she said it LOUDLY. Lucky us. Now that she is nearly 5 we explain to her that certain words are grown up words and little kids are not to say them. This works usually, but not always as it's hard to assess the actually scope of her swear word vocabulary without exposing her to more or worse having her repeat them frequently. So you have to handle each incident as it happens and hope and pray that that particular swear word was the LAST one in her vocabulary... Although probably not. So two weeks ago the little people and I were walking to the post office as a car zoomed past us at far to fast to be going on the small road we were on. As the person passed I muttered something about them needing to slow the hell down and Super Girl said "Is that a bitch?" Words froze in my throat for a second, then I tried to steer the conversation a different direction. Super Girl listened at me with interested eyes then said "Was that a bitch?" So I was forced to confront the WORD head on. I started in with the 'That's a grown up word' schpeel and finished with the every popular comment 'Do you understand?' to which she replied Yes Ma'am then said "Momma, was that a bitch?" *sigh*
Kids. (Super Girl has not said the word since so don't start thinking I'm raising my kids to sound like little sailors)
Sometimes parenting can be trying. A was recently writing about how hard it is to instill social graces in your offspring when you yourself seem to have none - something that I identify with quite a bit. I myself have a potty mouth, I do swear in front of my children - I'm not talking an endless stream of obscenities coming out of my mouth 24/7 but I do swear. My mother swore much worse than I did, and the many many disfunctional family members that surrounded me during my formative years swore horribly as well, and somehow I managed to not swear until I was a teenager - and never in front of my mother or other people older than me until I was nearly 20 (I remember the first time I swore in front of my mother I think I said Damn or Shit, then I realized my mother was within earshot so I froze expecting her to reprimand me but ishe didn't. So I waited for it... And it never came. A few days later I decided to sneak in another word - bitch. I said it in front of my mom and waited, again nothing. I think I was almost married when I worked up to FUCK in her presence).
Anyway, as most parents know, children are little sponges that absorb all information around them and then spit out randomly. If you WANT them to spit out a certain piece of information say to impress grandma or to look cute in the Holiday musical, then they will not do it, either intentionally or unintentionally - you have maybe a 20% chance of them actually doing exactly what you want. And as children get older your chances decrease. Conversely you have a 90% chance of that stray swear word or nasty phrase you uttered when you thought the child was out of the room/to busy playing/sleeping being repeated (loudly) in front of grandma/pastor/rabbi/teacher/etc. The first swear word Super Girl learned was 'shit' she heard it from either myself or her father. When she uttered it, she was in CHURCH and she said it LOUDLY. Lucky us. Now that she is nearly 5 we explain to her that certain words are grown up words and little kids are not to say them. This works usually, but not always as it's hard to assess the actually scope of her swear word vocabulary without exposing her to more or worse having her repeat them frequently. So you have to handle each incident as it happens and hope and pray that that particular swear word was the LAST one in her vocabulary... Although probably not. So two weeks ago the little people and I were walking to the post office as a car zoomed past us at far to fast to be going on the small road we were on. As the person passed I muttered something about them needing to slow the hell down and Super Girl said "Is that a bitch?" Words froze in my throat for a second, then I tried to steer the conversation a different direction. Super Girl listened at me with interested eyes then said "Was that a bitch?" So I was forced to confront the WORD head on. I started in with the 'That's a grown up word' schpeel and finished with the every popular comment 'Do you understand?' to which she replied Yes Ma'am then said "Momma, was that a bitch?" *sigh*
Kids. (Super Girl has not said the word since so don't start thinking I'm raising my kids to sound like little sailors)
Baby Sweater
I'm such a dork, I forgot to take a picture! I made a baby sweater for someone at hubby's work who is having a baby shower this weekend. It was easy, only took me 2 days (and it only took that long because the little people wouldn't let me sit and knit for more than 20 minutes at a time). Anyway it's really cute, hope the mom-to-be likes it.
I'm such a dork, I forgot to take a picture! I made a baby sweater for someone at hubby's work who is having a baby shower this weekend. It was easy, only took me 2 days (and it only took that long because the little people wouldn't let me sit and knit for more than 20 minutes at a time). Anyway it's really cute, hope the mom-to-be likes it.
It's Time!!
It's not Turkey Day, but it's Turkey Cooking Day for me!!!! Woohoo! I'm about to put my turkey in the over for the next 4 hours after which I will be baking pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, and chocolate chip cookies. Super Girl has been asking me ever day since I bought my turkey ($.14 a lb!) if it was turkey day. hehe... Well off to get the turkey out of the brine.
It's not Turkey Day, but it's Turkey Cooking Day for me!!!! Woohoo! I'm about to put my turkey in the over for the next 4 hours after which I will be baking pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, and chocolate chip cookies. Super Girl has been asking me ever day since I bought my turkey ($.14 a lb!) if it was turkey day. hehe... Well off to get the turkey out of the brine.
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
My kids crack me up all the damn time. Right now Cabbage Patch is calling for Arnold for some reason and in her little baby talk it sounds like the Gov of California! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now if I could only get her to say "I'll be back" that would be a riot... Although if she starts discussing the financial issues going on in California I'll be afraid. ;o)
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