3 am Again!
Last night after karaoke I went for coffee with SNAZZYSEG and Porn Star. I should KNOW better than that! I didn't get to bet until 3 am! I swear time just get's sucked away when I'm out with them. cool.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
More Ups and Downs Than a Yo-Yo
It's been just weeks since Katrina, since my brother and his wife endured the storm that took everything they had and walked away from their life in the city they loved (well at least Robert loved the city we grew up in). Their safety is certain, their future is not. With only the three small suit cases of belongings they carried and the small amount of federal aid they have received, they have to start over completely. No jobs, no home, no certainty. They borrow space from a relative and are still mostly thankful that they are alive and safe, as are the rest of us.
Now, Rita bears down on the Gulf and heads for Houston. My fears and uncertainty from before are magnified again. My family once again is in the path of a hurricane. All of my sisters are currently in Houston. D is in Houston right now helping our older sister Bunny evacuate her family from the Galveston area to Dallas. I'm relieved that Bunny and her three kids and her husband are on their way to safety and frustrated by the incredible amount of time it is taking (4 hours to get from Galveston to Houston), but mostly relieved and anxious to have D arrive with Bunny and her kids and mostly my Cabbage Patch. My relief is tempered with worry though as my stubborn father refuses to evacuate. He, his wife and my stepsister and her family are going to ride out the storm. He says they won't get much damage if any. I hope he's right.
Anyway, in 24 or so hours I'll have my sister and her family here with me. In my townhouse. All of us. Together. I may need to go shopping... I don't think I have enough booze!
If you can spare kind thoughts, etc., keep my family in them.
And did you know that President Bush refused Cuba's offer to send 1100 doctors with medicine to help after Katrina because "enough American doctors have volunteered"? Shame on him.
It's been just weeks since Katrina, since my brother and his wife endured the storm that took everything they had and walked away from their life in the city they loved (well at least Robert loved the city we grew up in). Their safety is certain, their future is not. With only the three small suit cases of belongings they carried and the small amount of federal aid they have received, they have to start over completely. No jobs, no home, no certainty. They borrow space from a relative and are still mostly thankful that they are alive and safe, as are the rest of us.
Now, Rita bears down on the Gulf and heads for Houston. My fears and uncertainty from before are magnified again. My family once again is in the path of a hurricane. All of my sisters are currently in Houston. D is in Houston right now helping our older sister Bunny evacuate her family from the Galveston area to Dallas. I'm relieved that Bunny and her three kids and her husband are on their way to safety and frustrated by the incredible amount of time it is taking (4 hours to get from Galveston to Houston), but mostly relieved and anxious to have D arrive with Bunny and her kids and mostly my Cabbage Patch. My relief is tempered with worry though as my stubborn father refuses to evacuate. He, his wife and my stepsister and her family are going to ride out the storm. He says they won't get much damage if any. I hope he's right.
Anyway, in 24 or so hours I'll have my sister and her family here with me. In my townhouse. All of us. Together. I may need to go shopping... I don't think I have enough booze!
If you can spare kind thoughts, etc., keep my family in them.
And did you know that President Bush refused Cuba's offer to send 1100 doctors with medicine to help after Katrina because "enough American doctors have volunteered"? Shame on him.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Pop Quiz Time!
Thanks to Porn Star, I have more quizes!
And this one I had to include for my gaming Geek Friends. Read it and LAUGH!
I Am A: Lawful Good Half-OrcFighter Paladin
Alignment:
Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.
Race:
Half-Orcs are a cross between a human and an orc. Generally, this kind of mating does not occur willingly, so half-orcs are almost never raised by a full set of parents. They tend to be less intelligent and attractive than humans, but are generally stronger and hardier. Violence is a part of their nature, and few half-orcs manage to overcome this to follow other professions. They are generally treated with disdain by other races, if not outright hostility.
Primary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
Secondary Class:
Paladins are the Holy Warriors. They have been chosen by a God/dess to be their representative on Earth, and must follow the code of that deity, or risk severe penalties. They tend towards being righteous, but not generally to excess.
Deity:
Tyr is the Lawful Good god of justice. He is also known as Tyr Grimjaws, Wounded Tyr, the Maimed God, and Blind Tyr. He appears as a warrior, missing his hand. Followers of Tyr are concerned first and foremost with justice - discovering the truth and punishing the guilty for their crimes. They wear blue and purple robes with a white sash, a white gauntlet on the left hand, and a black gauntlet on the right, to symbolize Tyr's lost hand. Their preferred weapon is the warhammer. Tyr's symbol is a set of scales resting on a warhammer.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of
NeppyMan (e-mail)
Thanks to Porn Star, I have more quizes!
You scored as Hot. You are Hot, you scream and are wild, people love doing anything sexual with you.
What is your sexual style? created with QuizFarm.com |
And this one I had to include for my gaming Geek Friends. Read it and LAUGH!
I Am A: Lawful Good Half-OrcFighter Paladin
Alignment:
Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.
Race:
Half-Orcs are a cross between a human and an orc. Generally, this kind of mating does not occur willingly, so half-orcs are almost never raised by a full set of parents. They tend to be less intelligent and attractive than humans, but are generally stronger and hardier. Violence is a part of their nature, and few half-orcs manage to overcome this to follow other professions. They are generally treated with disdain by other races, if not outright hostility.
Primary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
Secondary Class:
Paladins are the Holy Warriors. They have been chosen by a God/dess to be their representative on Earth, and must follow the code of that deity, or risk severe penalties. They tend towards being righteous, but not generally to excess.
Deity:
Tyr is the Lawful Good god of justice. He is also known as Tyr Grimjaws, Wounded Tyr, the Maimed God, and Blind Tyr. He appears as a warrior, missing his hand. Followers of Tyr are concerned first and foremost with justice - discovering the truth and punishing the guilty for their crimes. They wear blue and purple robes with a white sash, a white gauntlet on the left hand, and a black gauntlet on the right, to symbolize Tyr's lost hand. Their preferred weapon is the warhammer. Tyr's symbol is a set of scales resting on a warhammer.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of
NeppyMan (e-mail)
Time For A Coffee Break
Soooooooo... It's 12:34pm and the people to clean my carpet have not arrived. They were supposed to clean the carpet yesterday, but THAT didn't happen. I called the management this morning and was told that the manager would call me back to talk to me about it. I don't know why and I haven't heard from her yet so I'm kind of in a holding pattern. I have a ton of shit to do but am waiting until I have my carpets done to get them going. Yesterday I went out with D so as to make the cleaning of my carpet easy for whoever was to clean them. But... No carpet cleaning happened. Now, the day I had planned to put things back in place and do other things is my day to WAIT and WAIT and WAIT. And... I hate to WAIT.
Okay, enough of that. I'm already doing laundry.
Random thoughts... My mouse is squeaking and I can't get the damn thing off the bottom to clean the ball. Damn it. (Just keep your juvenile geek jokes about mouse balls and all that to yourself)
The Little People were both repulsed and fascinated by hermit crabs yesterday. One of the shops we cruised had a large display with hundreds of hermit crabs. I would pick them up and let them look at them to which I'd get a mixture of ohhhh's and aaaahhh's and screams of terror. Despite this or because of this, they both requested that we purchase a hermit crab as an addition to our little zoo. I debated with the older of the two about how I really wanted to get more gold fish and if we got a hermit crab he'd live in the aquarium and I'd have no fish. It finally came to me saying "We will have to discuss this with your father. He may not WANT a hermit crab in the house." Turns out he DOES NOT want a hermit crab in the house so much to my surprise the subject was dropped. I'll have to take them back to that shop some time though, so I can watch them be fascinated and frightened again. It was funny.
Something different...
How would you like the prestige of having a condom named after you? Ask former President Clinton and former White House Intern Monica Lewinsky as some condom maker in China has decided to name two new models after them. One could only assume these would be condoms for oral sex though. I have to wonder if the Clinton comes in a box that looks like a cigar and the Lewinsky box looks like a blue dress with the tag line "If you are not going to swallow, you might as well save that dress!"
Speaking of things like that... I'm having an odd dilemma. I am at a loss on how to approach a man I'm interested in. Generally this is NOT a problem for me, the phone number written on the panties is a sure fire winner, but I'm looking for something a bit more subtle. And well I'm not so good at subtle. A guy I dated for a while once told me that I have a very SEXUAL presence and others have told me that I give off a strong sexual vibe. Okay yeah whatever, that should make this easy right? No, not so. I mean yeah I do just want to sleep with him, I'm not looking for a 'RELATIONSHIP', just sex. But I still want to be FRIENDS with him. Ya know, FRIENDS with BENEFITS. So, here I am not sure how to negotiate that and not lose a friend. What should I do? Go to his house wearing a slutty outfit, ask to borrow a couple of DVD's and the use of his cock? Ask how his day's been and if he's had any good sex lately and then offer him some? Stop buy and tell him I was just driving by from picking up my Bob's from their 50,000 vibe tune up and I though he might be able to help me take them out for a test drive? Too subtle? I just don't know. (Don't bother asking who it is, I'm not going to tell you - some of you reading know him, others don't. K is the only person I've discussed this with and he's promised to keep it a SECRET under threat of coming home to a room filled with herds of belligerent Angry Albino Sock monkeys in his room.
Okay I really am off to fold laundry now. Bleck.
Soooooooo... It's 12:34pm and the people to clean my carpet have not arrived. They were supposed to clean the carpet yesterday, but THAT didn't happen. I called the management this morning and was told that the manager would call me back to talk to me about it. I don't know why and I haven't heard from her yet so I'm kind of in a holding pattern. I have a ton of shit to do but am waiting until I have my carpets done to get them going. Yesterday I went out with D so as to make the cleaning of my carpet easy for whoever was to clean them. But... No carpet cleaning happened. Now, the day I had planned to put things back in place and do other things is my day to WAIT and WAIT and WAIT. And... I hate to WAIT.
Okay, enough of that. I'm already doing laundry.
Random thoughts... My mouse is squeaking and I can't get the damn thing off the bottom to clean the ball. Damn it. (Just keep your juvenile geek jokes about mouse balls and all that to yourself)
The Little People were both repulsed and fascinated by hermit crabs yesterday. One of the shops we cruised had a large display with hundreds of hermit crabs. I would pick them up and let them look at them to which I'd get a mixture of ohhhh's and aaaahhh's and screams of terror. Despite this or because of this, they both requested that we purchase a hermit crab as an addition to our little zoo. I debated with the older of the two about how I really wanted to get more gold fish and if we got a hermit crab he'd live in the aquarium and I'd have no fish. It finally came to me saying "We will have to discuss this with your father. He may not WANT a hermit crab in the house." Turns out he DOES NOT want a hermit crab in the house so much to my surprise the subject was dropped. I'll have to take them back to that shop some time though, so I can watch them be fascinated and frightened again. It was funny.
Something different...
How would you like the prestige of having a condom named after you? Ask former President Clinton and former White House Intern Monica Lewinsky as some condom maker in China has decided to name two new models after them. One could only assume these would be condoms for oral sex though. I have to wonder if the Clinton comes in a box that looks like a cigar and the Lewinsky box looks like a blue dress with the tag line "If you are not going to swallow, you might as well save that dress!"
Speaking of things like that... I'm having an odd dilemma. I am at a loss on how to approach a man I'm interested in. Generally this is NOT a problem for me, the phone number written on the panties is a sure fire winner, but I'm looking for something a bit more subtle. And well I'm not so good at subtle. A guy I dated for a while once told me that I have a very SEXUAL presence and others have told me that I give off a strong sexual vibe. Okay yeah whatever, that should make this easy right? No, not so. I mean yeah I do just want to sleep with him, I'm not looking for a 'RELATIONSHIP', just sex. But I still want to be FRIENDS with him. Ya know, FRIENDS with BENEFITS. So, here I am not sure how to negotiate that and not lose a friend. What should I do? Go to his house wearing a slutty outfit, ask to borrow a couple of DVD's and the use of his cock? Ask how his day's been and if he's had any good sex lately and then offer him some? Stop buy and tell him I was just driving by from picking up my Bob's from their 50,000 vibe tune up and I though he might be able to help me take them out for a test drive? Too subtle? I just don't know. (Don't bother asking who it is, I'm not going to tell you - some of you reading know him, others don't. K is the only person I've discussed this with and he's promised to keep it a SECRET under threat of coming home to a room filled with herds of belligerent Angry Albino Sock monkeys in his room.
Okay I really am off to fold laundry now. Bleck.
Post About Nothing
There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.
— Mae West
(Thanks for that one Whysper)
Oh my goodness what a weekend. I think I finally recovered from it YESTERDAY. I’ll run through it briefly as to not bore my three loyal readers to absolute tears.
Friday – D drove up to show me her car and take me to Starbucks. After Starbucks she drug me to a store to snag some new club clothes as she concluded that I was greatly lacking in slutty attire. D selected a fabulous outfit for me and then it was back home with Cabbage Patch. Cabbage Patch fell asleep on the couch and was quite miffed about being awoken an hour later so I could dash off and deliver bloomers. Back home, off to the post office, then to pick up K, then drop him and the Tiny Terrorists off at the train station and back home AGAIN! *sheesh* by this time it was 8 pm and I needed a nap but that wasn’t going to happen! I had to get a shower and get my new slutty clothes on with my fabulous ho boots I got for my birthday. Whysper and Shaz got here at 9 pm and we headed to the club to meet up with SNAZZYSEG and Porn Star (who were LATE LATE LATE). It was fun. Nothing happened… do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dancing… I got home at 3:30 am.
Saturday – Work, work, work, work, work. Work sucked because the weekday person was out most of the week and no one called me to see if I could help out or even to warn me. Someone worked Friday but didn’t do much WORK so I had 10 people who had to be seen RIGHT AWAY, as in before 11 am (check out time) and I didn’t even get to that hospital until 11 am as my 1st hospital was BUSY that day also. I got home late, K left a message that I needed to bring his brief case to the game as he forgot it (oh what a shocker) so I had to call him back and tell him that I’d have to drop it off with someone else to have it taken to him as I had a date with someone I met at the club and would be late to the game if I even showed up at all. After getting dressed I dropped off the brief case on my way to my date. Nothing happened… again, do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dinner and talking. I left my date fairly early as he had a 5:30 am flight and by this point was WORE OUT utterly and completely. Then I jumped on the toll road because ya know, I love NOTHING better than throwing money out the window. I caught the last part of the game, which was good I would have HATED to miss Captain John’s discovery of K’s comical typo. Hehehe… I know I always get organ and orgasm mixed up when I’m typing. I was back home by 1:30 am.
Sunday – I should have had a nice restful day spent snoozing in bed, but I had to WORK! I would have come home and napped but I had a candle party to go to with Whysper. By the time she messaged to say she was on her way, I was just beat. I sat on the sofa to watch a movie and I fell asleep in the 15 minutes it takes her to get from her place to mine. I just had to stand for most of the candle show because I knew if I got comfortable somewhere I’d be out within seconds. I finally got home after 6:30 pm and after a brief barely coherent conversation with K and the kids I headed to my bed for a NAP.
There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.
— Mae West
(Thanks for that one Whysper)
Oh my goodness what a weekend. I think I finally recovered from it YESTERDAY. I’ll run through it briefly as to not bore my three loyal readers to absolute tears.
Friday – D drove up to show me her car and take me to Starbucks. After Starbucks she drug me to a store to snag some new club clothes as she concluded that I was greatly lacking in slutty attire. D selected a fabulous outfit for me and then it was back home with Cabbage Patch. Cabbage Patch fell asleep on the couch and was quite miffed about being awoken an hour later so I could dash off and deliver bloomers. Back home, off to the post office, then to pick up K, then drop him and the Tiny Terrorists off at the train station and back home AGAIN! *sheesh* by this time it was 8 pm and I needed a nap but that wasn’t going to happen! I had to get a shower and get my new slutty clothes on with my fabulous ho boots I got for my birthday. Whysper and Shaz got here at 9 pm and we headed to the club to meet up with SNAZZYSEG and Porn Star (who were LATE LATE LATE). It was fun. Nothing happened… do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dancing… I got home at 3:30 am.
Saturday – Work, work, work, work, work. Work sucked because the weekday person was out most of the week and no one called me to see if I could help out or even to warn me. Someone worked Friday but didn’t do much WORK so I had 10 people who had to be seen RIGHT AWAY, as in before 11 am (check out time) and I didn’t even get to that hospital until 11 am as my 1st hospital was BUSY that day also. I got home late, K left a message that I needed to bring his brief case to the game as he forgot it (oh what a shocker) so I had to call him back and tell him that I’d have to drop it off with someone else to have it taken to him as I had a date with someone I met at the club and would be late to the game if I even showed up at all. After getting dressed I dropped off the brief case on my way to my date. Nothing happened… again, do not listen to gossip… NOTHING happened other than dinner and talking. I left my date fairly early as he had a 5:30 am flight and by this point was WORE OUT utterly and completely. Then I jumped on the toll road because ya know, I love NOTHING better than throwing money out the window. I caught the last part of the game, which was good I would have HATED to miss Captain John’s discovery of K’s comical typo. Hehehe… I know I always get organ and orgasm mixed up when I’m typing. I was back home by 1:30 am.
Sunday – I should have had a nice restful day spent snoozing in bed, but I had to WORK! I would have come home and napped but I had a candle party to go to with Whysper. By the time she messaged to say she was on her way, I was just beat. I sat on the sofa to watch a movie and I fell asleep in the 15 minutes it takes her to get from her place to mine. I just had to stand for most of the candle show because I knew if I got comfortable somewhere I’d be out within seconds. I finally got home after 6:30 pm and after a brief barely coherent conversation with K and the kids I headed to my bed for a NAP.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Starbucks Needs To Deliver!
Sometimes I have these 'what was I thinking' moments. Actually I have these a lot. This morning I just had to wonder if someone had replaced my normal vitamins with STUPID PILLS. Last night despite the fact that I NEED SLEEP, I stayed up talking to someone until nearly 2 am. doh! Now I CAN and DO run on a lack of sleep on a pretty regular basis (weekends for sure), but I really NEEDED to get to bed on time at the very least since I had to get up at 5:30 am this morning to take K to the train so I can use the car today. So, um... I need intravenous caffeine.
AND as if THAT wasn't enough, this morning after taking K to the train, I went into the kitchen to make the little people breakfast and I heard something skitter on the floor and thought "Oh! That lizard I saw last night in the kitchen must be back." Now, if I hadn't been sleep deprived I probably would have realized that itty bitty lizards generally don't make noise as they skitter across the floor. I looked in the general direction of the noise, hoping to see the lizard and instead saw a cute little charcoal gray fury rodent dash across the floor and under the fridge. My cute little gray gerbil, Hanta. THEN I remembered that YESTERDAY Bea chewed a hole through one of the tunnels. And all I did to remedy this situation was to stick some Duct Tape over the area. So yeah, one of them decided to do some exploring. She's back in her cage and the escape hole has been blocked with something a bit more substantial than Duct Tape.
And to top all that off... I had left over Mexican for breakfast... And now.. I have left-over-Mexican-food heartburn. Ugh. I also let my offspring dress themselves this morning with NO assistance or guidance from me (hey I was tired) and they apparently channeled into their red-neck white-trash genetics that were passed down from me. Super Girl is wearing an orange shirt (bright, Halloween orange), a denim skirt and pink boots. Cabbage Patch has the prize winning outfit of a sleeveless hot pink flowered shirt under a too short denim jumper dress with pink shorts under (for modesty, ya know)that can be seen poking out under the hem of her dress and blue monkey flip-flops. It's a master piece.
Okay, no I'm off to have some cereal and milk sprinkled with a couple of scoops of coffee grounds and take a few No-Doze.
Sometimes I have these 'what was I thinking' moments. Actually I have these a lot. This morning I just had to wonder if someone had replaced my normal vitamins with STUPID PILLS. Last night despite the fact that I NEED SLEEP, I stayed up talking to someone until nearly 2 am. doh! Now I CAN and DO run on a lack of sleep on a pretty regular basis (weekends for sure), but I really NEEDED to get to bed on time at the very least since I had to get up at 5:30 am this morning to take K to the train so I can use the car today. So, um... I need intravenous caffeine.
AND as if THAT wasn't enough, this morning after taking K to the train, I went into the kitchen to make the little people breakfast and I heard something skitter on the floor and thought "Oh! That lizard I saw last night in the kitchen must be back." Now, if I hadn't been sleep deprived I probably would have realized that itty bitty lizards generally don't make noise as they skitter across the floor. I looked in the general direction of the noise, hoping to see the lizard and instead saw a cute little charcoal gray fury rodent dash across the floor and under the fridge. My cute little gray gerbil, Hanta. THEN I remembered that YESTERDAY Bea chewed a hole through one of the tunnels. And all I did to remedy this situation was to stick some Duct Tape over the area. So yeah, one of them decided to do some exploring. She's back in her cage and the escape hole has been blocked with something a bit more substantial than Duct Tape.
And to top all that off... I had left over Mexican for breakfast... And now.. I have left-over-Mexican-food heartburn. Ugh. I also let my offspring dress themselves this morning with NO assistance or guidance from me (hey I was tired) and they apparently channeled into their red-neck white-trash genetics that were passed down from me. Super Girl is wearing an orange shirt (bright, Halloween orange), a denim skirt and pink boots. Cabbage Patch has the prize winning outfit of a sleeveless hot pink flowered shirt under a too short denim jumper dress with pink shorts under (for modesty, ya know)that can be seen poking out under the hem of her dress and blue monkey flip-flops. It's a master piece.
Okay, no I'm off to have some cereal and milk sprinkled with a couple of scoops of coffee grounds and take a few No-Doze.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Random Things
How I dislike vaulted ceilings. Last night as I prepared to do some sewing after the Tiny Terrorists finally fell unconscious I discovered that my dining room light had burned out. Damn it. K was already in bed and I was feeling somewhat kind and considerate after my burst of insensitive cicada sparked laughter, so I didn't wake him. I positioned my chair under the light and climbed up only to realized that even standing on my toes on the chair I was still a good foot out of reach of the light. I grumbled and climbed down so squint at my sewing as I tried to do it by the dim light coming from the kitchen. I figured I'd just as K to change the bulb before he went to work this morning. This morning came and K went to work before I could request his assistance. So what did I do? Something I would tell my offspring not to do and would even give them a time out for. I stacked their step stool on my chair and climbed up. Unlike my children, I know my own mortality and can vividly envision my clumsy self tumbling off this precarious position and ending up maimed and embarrassed as I tried to explain to the paramedic why I was stupid enough to climb up on a stool placed on a chair and why there was a sewing machine wedged up my ass. But I needed light. I discovered two things - on it's a great thing to have a bra as that's where I put all the hardware from the light cover and the next time the damn light burns out and K isn't home, I'm just going to hold up one of the Little People to do it for me. It will probably be easier than me climbing up on precariously balanced furniture and hoping not to fall. Vaulted ceilings suck.
NEXT!
how pathetic is this? Today as I waited for the bus to arrive the sky opened up and POURED on me. One of the dads was kind enough to loan me an umbrella while I wait for the bus. On the short walk back home Super Girl and I got totally drenched and she requested hot tea. Being a benevolent parent and not wanting to my child to some day be standing in a bell tower aiming a high powered riffle at people or worse writing her memoirs with several chapters devoted to the painful details of how deprived and neglected she was because of me and how she spent many years and many thousands of dollars on therapy because of it, I said yes. Upon reaching the pantry I was to discover that I had no individual sized regular tea bags. I had Family sized tea bags and several boxes of individual sized green tea bags. Since green tea generally tastes like ass and I only drink it because it's GOOD for me, I figured that two beings who consider Chef Boyardee to be FINE dining and anything that you can get in a from the drive-thru in a colorful bag with a toy to be a well balanced and delightful meal, would NOT want GREEN Tea. I did what any fine parent wanting to avoid the incredible whining and used the LARGE tea bag. Three times. The same tea bag. Hey it was the family size, we are a family!
MORE STUFF!
The other day at lunch with Badra, the waiter dropped the straw as he handed it to cabbage Patch for her chocolate shake. The waiter then said "Oh, let me get another straw." and walked off to get another one. Mind you the straw was in paper so I'm not sure why he needed to get another one. But that is not the funny part, it was the LOOK Cabbage Patch gave the waiter. She's just 4 but she rolled her eyes and looked away from him! Then she sat there with her head on her hand looking severely irritated. I had to look away, it was too funny! I have no idea where she got that from! She's going to be such a bitch when she's grown up.
SOMETHING ELSE!
I'm so excited! A friend is going to come to TRF with me at least once! I can't wait!
AND FINALLY!
D is now the PROUD owner of a brand new black Mercedes. That thing HAS to get better gas mileage than her Expedition and I'm sure she will appreciate paying less than her car payment to fill the damn thing up!
How I dislike vaulted ceilings. Last night as I prepared to do some sewing after the Tiny Terrorists finally fell unconscious I discovered that my dining room light had burned out. Damn it. K was already in bed and I was feeling somewhat kind and considerate after my burst of insensitive cicada sparked laughter, so I didn't wake him. I positioned my chair under the light and climbed up only to realized that even standing on my toes on the chair I was still a good foot out of reach of the light. I grumbled and climbed down so squint at my sewing as I tried to do it by the dim light coming from the kitchen. I figured I'd just as K to change the bulb before he went to work this morning. This morning came and K went to work before I could request his assistance. So what did I do? Something I would tell my offspring not to do and would even give them a time out for. I stacked their step stool on my chair and climbed up. Unlike my children, I know my own mortality and can vividly envision my clumsy self tumbling off this precarious position and ending up maimed and embarrassed as I tried to explain to the paramedic why I was stupid enough to climb up on a stool placed on a chair and why there was a sewing machine wedged up my ass. But I needed light. I discovered two things - on it's a great thing to have a bra as that's where I put all the hardware from the light cover and the next time the damn light burns out and K isn't home, I'm just going to hold up one of the Little People to do it for me. It will probably be easier than me climbing up on precariously balanced furniture and hoping not to fall. Vaulted ceilings suck.
NEXT!
how pathetic is this? Today as I waited for the bus to arrive the sky opened up and POURED on me. One of the dads was kind enough to loan me an umbrella while I wait for the bus. On the short walk back home Super Girl and I got totally drenched and she requested hot tea. Being a benevolent parent and not wanting to my child to some day be standing in a bell tower aiming a high powered riffle at people or worse writing her memoirs with several chapters devoted to the painful details of how deprived and neglected she was because of me and how she spent many years and many thousands of dollars on therapy because of it, I said yes. Upon reaching the pantry I was to discover that I had no individual sized regular tea bags. I had Family sized tea bags and several boxes of individual sized green tea bags. Since green tea generally tastes like ass and I only drink it because it's GOOD for me, I figured that two beings who consider Chef Boyardee to be FINE dining and anything that you can get in a from the drive-thru in a colorful bag with a toy to be a well balanced and delightful meal, would NOT want GREEN Tea. I did what any fine parent wanting to avoid the incredible whining and used the LARGE tea bag. Three times. The same tea bag. Hey it was the family size, we are a family!
MORE STUFF!
The other day at lunch with Badra, the waiter dropped the straw as he handed it to cabbage Patch for her chocolate shake. The waiter then said "Oh, let me get another straw." and walked off to get another one. Mind you the straw was in paper so I'm not sure why he needed to get another one. But that is not the funny part, it was the LOOK Cabbage Patch gave the waiter. She's just 4 but she rolled her eyes and looked away from him! Then she sat there with her head on her hand looking severely irritated. I had to look away, it was too funny! I have no idea where she got that from! She's going to be such a bitch when she's grown up.
SOMETHING ELSE!
I'm so excited! A friend is going to come to TRF with me at least once! I can't wait!
AND FINALLY!
D is now the PROUD owner of a brand new black Mercedes. That thing HAS to get better gas mileage than her Expedition and I'm sure she will appreciate paying less than her car payment to fill the damn thing up!
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Stolen from Porn Star
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! As if!! I'm so not at Slutcom 4! Slutcom 3, sure, but not 4!
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! As if!! I'm so not at Slutcom 4! Slutcom 3, sure, but not 4!
I'm On The Highway To Hell!
Tonight a very very tired Dame Edana stopped by. As we stood in my door way saying our good-byes, something startled her. At this point I feel it's only fair to tell you that what happend next has damned me to the eternal flames of the deepest depths of hell and all that jazz... well it would if I actually BELIEVED that. ANYWAY... Something startled her and much to my surprise she SCREAMED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL and did the 'OMG!-THERE'S-A-BUG-ON-ME!' dance. (Anyone who knows me well has seen me do both things, usually in that order.) Now the proper reaction from me would be to make sure the offending BUG was gone/dead/nonexistant and to reassure her of that fact. This is a courtesy that MOST people do for me and I appreciate, BUT I did NOT do that. My response was to cover my gapeing pie hole as I doubled over laughing. Yes, yes I showed a great deal of sensitivity and understanding as I LAUGHED. Then I assured her that it wasn't anything until she saw the big ol' cicada and screamed like a little girl again (this time her screams were joined by the screams of the Little People) which of course caused me to LAUGH more and tell them that it was just a cicada. At this point I was forced to remove the above mentioned offending cicada so all three little girls could calm down and stop doing the 'Scary Bug' dance. hehe...
In other bizarre news... Britney Spears had a baby and it MADE the FREAKING NEWS!!!! Honestly, who gives a fuck about the birth of The Spawn of Britney? ESPECIALLY with so many other NEWS WORTHY things going on in the world!!!
Things that irritate... Remember when your mom/grandmother would say to you to 'Close the door, you're letting flies in!' and you'd silently think something like 'Piss off! I am not!'? Well let me tell you, you were and you owe your mom/grandmother a serious appology! Fuck! Why is it that an adult can walk in and not let flies in but one child takes the garbage out and brings in 6 flies with their families???? Unbelievable!
Anyway.. I'm off to finish some things.
Tonight a very very tired Dame Edana stopped by. As we stood in my door way saying our good-byes, something startled her. At this point I feel it's only fair to tell you that what happend next has damned me to the eternal flames of the deepest depths of hell and all that jazz... well it would if I actually BELIEVED that. ANYWAY... Something startled her and much to my surprise she SCREAMED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL and did the 'OMG!-THERE'S-A-BUG-ON-ME!' dance. (Anyone who knows me well has seen me do both things, usually in that order.) Now the proper reaction from me would be to make sure the offending BUG was gone/dead/nonexistant and to reassure her of that fact. This is a courtesy that MOST people do for me and I appreciate, BUT I did NOT do that. My response was to cover my gapeing pie hole as I doubled over laughing. Yes, yes I showed a great deal of sensitivity and understanding as I LAUGHED. Then I assured her that it wasn't anything until she saw the big ol' cicada and screamed like a little girl again (this time her screams were joined by the screams of the Little People) which of course caused me to LAUGH more and tell them that it was just a cicada. At this point I was forced to remove the above mentioned offending cicada so all three little girls could calm down and stop doing the 'Scary Bug' dance. hehe...
In other bizarre news... Britney Spears had a baby and it MADE the FREAKING NEWS!!!! Honestly, who gives a fuck about the birth of The Spawn of Britney? ESPECIALLY with so many other NEWS WORTHY things going on in the world!!!
Things that irritate... Remember when your mom/grandmother would say to you to 'Close the door, you're letting flies in!' and you'd silently think something like 'Piss off! I am not!'? Well let me tell you, you were and you owe your mom/grandmother a serious appology! Fuck! Why is it that an adult can walk in and not let flies in but one child takes the garbage out and brings in 6 flies with their families???? Unbelievable!
Anyway.. I'm off to finish some things.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Quiz Day!
Because I've been busy, you get to read my quiz results. Lucky you.
Quite funny as I am the third child.
hehehe... i only think like that when I wear these undies.
Anyone surprised with these results???
hehehe.. no comment on that one!
Because I've been busy, you get to read my quiz results. Lucky you.
| You Are Likely a Third Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable. At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things. When you love someone, you tend to like to please them. In friendship, you are loyal to one person. Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer. You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration. |
Quite funny as I am the third child.
| What Your Underwear Says About You |
 You like to think of yourself as innocent, even though you're not! You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone. |
hehehe... i only think like that when I wear these undies.
 | You scored as Visual/Spatial. You probably feel at home with the visual arts, maps, charts, and diagrams. You tend to think in images and pictures. You learn best by looking at pictures and slides, watching videos or movies, and visualizing. People like you include sculptors, painters, surgeons and engineers.
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences created with QuizFarm.com |
Anyone surprised with these results???
| Your Ideal Relationship is Polyamory |
 You want to have your cake... and everyone else's. Which isn't a bad thing, if everyone else gets to eat too! You're too much of a free spirit to be tied down by a traditional relationship. You think relationships should be open and free, with few restrictions. |
hehehe.. no comment on that one!
Gay Scouts!
I saw this on another blog and just had to post a link to the GAY MERIT BADGES! My favorite is the Flaming Faggot badge.
I saw this on another blog and just had to post a link to the GAY MERIT BADGES! My favorite is the Flaming Faggot badge.
Scooby Doo-polooza
Though I completly suck in most parenting areas, I gained status with my offspring yesterday by purchasing (well D did the purchasing) a Scooby Doo DVD. For a mere $5.50 The Little People now own "Over 90 Minutes of Spooktacular Mysteries" with special features, a music video, Interactive Menus, Language Subtitles and Enhanced features for DVD-ROM PC. All together now "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". All the offspring care about now is that it's 4 Scooby Doo episodes! I know, I totally rock, they totally forgive me for making them sleep in dog kennels.
Though I completly suck in most parenting areas, I gained status with my offspring yesterday by purchasing (well D did the purchasing) a Scooby Doo DVD. For a mere $5.50 The Little People now own "Over 90 Minutes of Spooktacular Mysteries" with special features, a music video, Interactive Menus, Language Subtitles and Enhanced features for DVD-ROM PC. All together now "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". All the offspring care about now is that it's 4 Scooby Doo episodes! I know, I totally rock, they totally forgive me for making them sleep in dog kennels.
Not Enough Coffee...
I'm up way to early... Wanna know what time my alarm went off? 4:30 am! Yes my alarm went off at the G*d forsaken hour of 4:30 am. Not even G*d herself is up this early (no really, it's still rolling to the answering service at 4:30 am). Ya know, the only time I don't really mind being up at that time is when I'm getting home! But anyway.. I'm not. I'm up this early because I have things I need to finish and not enough time. Damn it.
And so far I've had coffee and breakfast and read the comics online. Oh yeah and painted some shoes. YES shoes. For Super Girl. I painted her soes that she bitched about loudly when I bought them because in her words they weren't 'Fashionable'. Brat. So now they have butterflies and flowers on them and pink laces. That's fashion. And she loves them... except they aren't SPARKLEY, that's what she said. BRAT.
Well I'm off to wake the BADGER.
I'm up way to early... Wanna know what time my alarm went off? 4:30 am! Yes my alarm went off at the G*d forsaken hour of 4:30 am. Not even G*d herself is up this early (no really, it's still rolling to the answering service at 4:30 am). Ya know, the only time I don't really mind being up at that time is when I'm getting home! But anyway.. I'm not. I'm up this early because I have things I need to finish and not enough time. Damn it.
And so far I've had coffee and breakfast and read the comics online. Oh yeah and painted some shoes. YES shoes. For Super Girl. I painted her soes that she bitched about loudly when I bought them because in her words they weren't 'Fashionable'. Brat. So now they have butterflies and flowers on them and pink laces. That's fashion. And she loves them... except they aren't SPARKLEY, that's what she said. BRAT.
Well I'm off to wake the BADGER.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Badger Baby
I've mentioned before how the smaller half of The Tiny Terrorist is an absoulte BADGER in the mornings. We've been late more than once because of the growling and gnashing of teeth. This morning while she laid on the couch grumbling, cursing and burrowing into the cushions, I put this on the computer. I disovered two things, 1) that the cranky little monster will stop bitching and get off the couch to watch it and 2) that both of the little people will watch that for HOW EVER LONG I leave it on. I left it on for 20 minutes just to see how long they would stand in front of the computer staring at it... unbelievable that two beings who collectively have an attention span measured in seconds would watch the Badger Song for so long. This may be the start of a bizarre and enduring morning ritual.
I've mentioned before how the smaller half of The Tiny Terrorist is an absoulte BADGER in the mornings. We've been late more than once because of the growling and gnashing of teeth. This morning while she laid on the couch grumbling, cursing and burrowing into the cushions, I put this on the computer. I disovered two things, 1) that the cranky little monster will stop bitching and get off the couch to watch it and 2) that both of the little people will watch that for HOW EVER LONG I leave it on. I left it on for 20 minutes just to see how long they would stand in front of the computer staring at it... unbelievable that two beings who collectively have an attention span measured in seconds would watch the Badger Song for so long. This may be the start of a bizarre and enduring morning ritual.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
Brought To You By The Number 4
Ahhh, to be 4 again and spend the day wearing a Snow White dress up outfit and pink beaded socks while insisting to be Cinderella and demanding PB&J for lunch because tuna sandwiches are 'dis-custing' and being endlessly amused because the maternal unit will 'do the puppet' on request. If I were to spend my day like that, someone would have me locked up, isn't it funny the similarities between toddlers/preschoolers and the mentally insane?
Later...
My delightful child was just putting grapes in a SOCK! I just wonder if I should put her in a preschool program or buy a straight jacket...
Ahhh, to be 4 again and spend the day wearing a Snow White dress up outfit and pink beaded socks while insisting to be Cinderella and demanding PB&J for lunch because tuna sandwiches are 'dis-custing' and being endlessly amused because the maternal unit will 'do the puppet' on request. If I were to spend my day like that, someone would have me locked up, isn't it funny the similarities between toddlers/preschoolers and the mentally insane?
Later...
My delightful child was just putting grapes in a SOCK! I just wonder if I should put her in a preschool program or buy a straight jacket...
Thursday, September 08, 2005
It's A Family Tradition!
Everyone needs to read this article on Barbara Bush's visit to the Astrodome and her comments about the refugees. It's good to know where the President get's his views on things.
Everyone needs to read this article on Barbara Bush's visit to the Astrodome and her comments about the refugees. It's good to know where the President get's his views on things.
Growing Pains
Yesterday was one of those days that tries a person as a parent. I got a call from school that Super Girl was sick and I needed to come get her. Now Super Girl is an incredibly healthy kid who rarely get's sick (I don't count the seasonal colds that are just part of life and childhood). The school nurse told me she had a fever and complained of stomach pain so I thought I was prepared for it, but when I saw my little girl laying on the cot in the nurses office looking so pale I nearly cried. She spent the day laying on the couch sleeping and I spent the day looking worried and checking her fever that wouldn't go down but didn't get any higher. I'm happy to say that by 9 pm her fever was gone and she was well enough to eat noodles for dinner and watch the Sponge Bob Movie.
Yesterday was one of those days that tries a person as a parent. I got a call from school that Super Girl was sick and I needed to come get her. Now Super Girl is an incredibly healthy kid who rarely get's sick (I don't count the seasonal colds that are just part of life and childhood). The school nurse told me she had a fever and complained of stomach pain so I thought I was prepared for it, but when I saw my little girl laying on the cot in the nurses office looking so pale I nearly cried. She spent the day laying on the couch sleeping and I spent the day looking worried and checking her fever that wouldn't go down but didn't get any higher. I'm happy to say that by 9 pm her fever was gone and she was well enough to eat noodles for dinner and watch the Sponge Bob Movie.
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