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.
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