Copping Out Yet Again!

The Marry-able Muse You scored 57 Wildocity, 63 Goddessilicious, and 53 Mynxmastery!

You have a wide range of muse qualities my dear.. You are free spirited, comfortable with yourself, a touch naughty when the mood strikes, and an all around well suited dream girl. Sadly however, you are too balanced too really drive an artist to frantic heights of creation and inspiration. You most likely need to either feel a 'connection' with your artist, or be otherwise in control of him, such as through marriage.. You likely feel just a little weird doing anything risque, and constantly ask silly questions. I really honestly wish I could break it to you more gently, but alas, tis not to be so. Here's my phone number though, in case you want to give it a try anyways..

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 0% on Wildocity You scored higher than 99% on Goddessilicious You scored higher than 0% on Mynxmastery

Link: The Ultimate Muse Test written by greenpaintbomb on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

SO yeah, sorry, it's just a stupid quiz, but I'm fucking sick and I have a ton of things to get finishes. In fact I shouldn't even be at the computer right now, but I feel like crap and I'm hoping the medication I took recently will kick in and take me to blissed oblivion (sleep). Heres hoping that I'll be feeling better by Friday. TRF while feeling like this will SUCK!

The Long And Winding Post

So here I sit sipping a cup of green tea and willing myself to NOT get sick. I’ve already got a fever and a scratchy throat, but I’m kind of chalking that up to maybe staying up to late last night and allergies. I can’t get sick, no time. Cabbage Patch is still coughing and intermittently has a fever so maybe me being her maternal being; I’m getting sympathetic symptoms due to my not being able to adequately express my guilt over my inability to keep her well. It could happen!

I’ve made macaroni and cheese from scratch, that’s what’s for dinner tonight. Well not JUST macaroni and cheese, but that AND a whole slew of veggies, hell I’m not going to let my kids skip the veggies and come down with rickets or something. Okay, whatever, stop looking at me like that, you know I have a fever.

Cabbage Patch has two new favorite movies now. She has to watch them both EVERY day. I only once though. Princess Bride (which I love) and Mars Attacks! (which I love also). Mars Attacks! Is the absolute favorite of those two. This brings a tear to my eye as my favorite movie at her age was Godzilla (any title), so it’s nice to see my corrupted genetic contribution to her make up has made her fond of cheesy monster movies (she loves Godzilla too). “We come in peace. Do not run.”

Cultural Diversity

The end of this week Super Girl’s class is doing a holiday food sampling where in they sample traditional foods that are made in the families of her class mates. Obviously I’ll be packing some Chanukah foods for the class to sample. My real issue now is what to pack for her? Chanukah being the Festival of the Oil dictates that we make food prepared in oil, as in fried… deep fat fried. *sigh* Traditional food for Chanukah is latke’s (potato pancakes), but honestly they taste like ass if they get cold (the zucchini ones taste good cold though), and well… Super Girl doesn’t like them (picky, picky child). I’m overly sensitive when it comes to my cooking so the thought of 30 or so 6 year olds turning their noses up at my carefully prepared latke’s makes me cringe. So donuts it is. I made donuts last year for Chanukah (a couple of days at least) and though I vowed last year that it would be the ABSOLUTE LAST time I deep fat fry anything instead opting for a box of Krispy Kreme donuts and a bag of potato chips, I will in fact break that vow and fry up a batch of donut holes in the name of cultural diversity. And so help me if even one of those little brats complain about my donuts, I’ll… just cry like the baby I am. Of course now I have to wonder if we need to include something representative of the ‘alternative lifestyle’ members of our household? Maybe fluffy rainbow cupcakes? Fairy cakes? Cream puffs? I’m at a loss here.

6 Chips

Last night I dropped off some fabric to Lerxst and consulted with him about a project he’s working on. When we left (I took Super Girl with me), Sable gave Super Girl two fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookies – one for her and one for Cabbage Patch. Super Girl dropped one as she got in the car but quickly recovered it (3 second rule). Upon arriving home, I discovered that the one that was dropped was broken and was missing a piece and attempted to explain to Super Girl that she would have to share part of the unbroken one with her sister. You would have thought I told her I was going to poke her with a red hot iron. She started screaming about how she could not share the unbroken one as it had 6 chips. WTF? 6 chips? Negotiations broke down and she was sent to bed sans cookie. Then I ate the cookie. Just kidding, but I WAS tempted to eat it instead of pack the damn thing in her lunch to surprise her. See, I am a good mother!

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Random Thoughts Between Appointments

Letters In My Head

Dear Mr. Security Guard;

It is well known that most women love a man in uniform, but let me clarify - the whole uniform thing works for military men, police officers and firefighters (HOT!), NOT rent-a-cops, grocery store workers, mail delivery persons (USPS, UPS - ick!, FedX, etc.) or food service workers.

Despite the fact that you are fairly handsome, you are unappealing to me due to the fact that you think you are HOT - there by making me fight the urge to kick you in the nuts every time I see you.

Just because you carry a flashlight and a walkie-talkie it does not make you cool or prestigious - hell I have a flashlight in my purse and a cell phone in my pocket!

In conclusion, I would appreciate you not trying to make passes at me any more, I'm quite certain your valuable time could be used to a more productive purpose such as making sure all the doors are locked/unlocked and telling people they can't park in the loading zone.

Regards,
The Bitchy Chic With A Camera

Dear Mom With Not So Pretty Child;
Your baby is ugly. I'm sorry, but it's true. Your husband is ugly and stupid. You should not have spawned using his DNA contribution. The picture was good, very good even, but I can not work miracles and make your little missing link look cute. Don't worry though, most kids grow out of that and look human soon. As far as your husband, that's nothing a divorce or cyanide can't fix.

Good luck!
Speaking The Truth

Dear Obnoxious Mom With Equally Obnoxious Kids;
You really should keep those kids on leashes when you are in public. The waiting room of a hospital maternity ward is no place to let your kids scream and run and jump off the furniture. I could hear your little monsters screaming all the way in the OTHER wing. You should know better, you work in THIS hospital... Shame on you. Though I was DEEPLY impressed at how you started actually WATCHING your children and telling them to not climb up so high AFTER I had been there for 5 minutes - though not telling them to quiet down. (eyes rolling up in head) They really are cute kids, it's just sad you are letting them develop such bad manners.

I suggest to muzzle them.

Regards,
Duct Tape works well too!

Dear Mother Nature;

Why did you go through all the trouble of making it all cloudy and dark most of the day yesterday, thereby giving everyone false hope of rain? *sigh* We'd ALL like some rain, please send some.

Regards,
I Wanna Wear My Rain Boots

Dear Juan Valdez;

I think I love you, no I just love your COFFEE! I've had WAY too much coffee today and I'm BUZZING! Woohoo! It's fun. I could have fun just sitting here looking at my finger nails right now. :o)

I'd like to marry you Juan, just kidding, I'd like to marry your coffee plants though.

Sincerely,
Sweet and Light, with an Extra Shot!

So Tired...

Damn, I'm tired. The main hospital I cover opened up the new wing for materity and dog help me it was full. The unit is quite long now so it's a lot of walking to cover it. (some of the lazy nurses are complaining about walking from the nursery to the new wing as it's a tenth of a mile) I finally got home at 6:30 today. I'm tired, I'm going to go sit on the sofa and watch a movie and eat ice cream.

Quizes To Fill Space!

You Failed the US Citizenship Test

Oops, you only got 4 out of 10 right!

Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

Well doesn't that clearly illustrate my Texas education and the fact that ALL of my history classes from middle school through high school were taught by football coaches! Sheesh, I learned more about John Wayne movies than history in history class!

What Your Sleeping Position Says

You are calm and rational. You are also giving and kind - a great friend. You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.

What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?

Your Hair Should Be Red

Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

Hmmm good thing my hair is RED!

Your Birthdate: August 11

Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world. You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm. Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche. Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done. Your strength: Your inner peace Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds Your power color: Emerald Your power symbol: Leaf Your power month: November

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Oh Say Can You See...

If you haven't noticed the Hunk Of The Day over on the left, take a look now. I tell you, THAT certainly makes ME feel patriotic!

Pampered Chef Party Of Doom

So yeah, back to the Pampered Chef Party. Whysper took me and the Little People to Lady B’s for her Pampered Chef Party. I’m a total sucker for Pampered Chef stuff, actually ALL kitchen gadgety things really. I hadn’t been to a Pampered Chef party in a long time so I was excited to go and see all the new stuff they had to offer. Upon entering the party, the Little People made fast friends with the Pampered Chef consultant, bonding over their Polly Pocket dolls.

The party got underway and luckily the Consultant kept her talking to a minimum so as to allow us to try out all her neat gadgets. As she spoke I eyed something called ‘The Ultimate Slice & Grate’ or as I would soon learn ‘The Ultimate Finger Chopper’. I wanted to try it. It was one of the few items in the catalog that I had never tried out and damn I wanted to slice and grate! After the talking part was done, I made sure the Little People were involved in a non-lethal activity and headed to the kitchen for the sharp and pointy gadgets.

Upon spying my object of obsession I headed straight for it. I deftly grabbed a potato from the counter and attempted to put it onto the holder thingie. This was the first indication that I was not qualified to operate this item, I could not figure out exactly how to get the potato onto the holder thing the right way. Eventually (with the help of someone else) I got it attached and proceeded to grate that potato. Huzzah! Feeling a false sense of superiority over this gadget, I changed the blade from the grate blade to the deadly and super sharp SLICE blade. A fleeting feeling of foreboding and dread washed over me but was hastily replaced by childlike glee and utter abandon as I snagged another potato. Again I had trouble getting the vegetable onto the holder that’s (supposedly) designed to keep my digits safe and attached to my hand. Again, someone stepped into help my lameness and positioned my potato on the holder as I prepared to jump into danger with nary a thought to my safety. I awkwardly slid the potato down the board and deftly cut a large chunk of my thumb (through my damn nail) then turned to the hostess of the party and announced “I just cut myself.” Lady B got ointment and bandaids after I assured her that I was fine and proceeded to bleed into a paper towel. After maiming myself I was pretty much banned from any cutty-sharp type things. Probably for the best. Though I was now truly regretting that I had not taken off the dreadful chipped green nail polish prior to the party as now I quite certain that even holding the bottle of nail polish remover would cause me horrible burning pain.

Cabbage Patch showed her talent for chopping broccoli with the food chopper. And Super Girl showed her proficiency with the Citrus Press. I see a bright future in food service (and not McDonalds!) for them!

Anyway, my thumb is fine. It looks a little nasty, but it’s cool.

I'm A Total Sell Out

On Average, You Would Sell Out For

$1,002,248

At What Price Would You Sell Out?

Actually I'm just really lame for not posting. But here! Here is a Quiz! This is interactive BLOGGING! You too can participate by clicking the pretty link above and taking this test for yourself! Woohoo!

So much to write... So very much to write... Friday's Pampered Chef Party, my near amputation of my thumb on the VERY dangerous but soooo fucking cool kitchen gadget that even though I'd probably DIE from blood loss if I ever owned one, I must have a serious suicidal streak within me because I STIL WANT IT DAMN IT! Hell even if I couldn't safely use it (even with supervision) I could at least set it up as a home security system. Then the LONG day at work, and the party for father-in-law on Saturday (moved from sun) and the watching of Episode III (Yawn) then the WORKING on Sunday, fetching K from the gay political meeting, being told my Tiny Terrorists are so well behaved (yeah, that's when they plot their distruction) and having the lesbian not get my jokes. Then LAUNDRY! Yes LAUNDRY! Woohoo! LAUNDRY! I did LAUNDRY ALL FREAKING DAY yesterday! Wow. Maybe I need to back off on the fabric softener... I think the fumes are getting to me. And then of course preparing for closing weekend of TRF and ALL the work I have to do and camping with my friend, the Massage Therapist (YAY!!!!) and all that! And... hmm..... I guess I've posted then. I may elaborate later... or not..

How To Make Whine...

Ask (demand) that your offspring put away the mountain of laundry that you've spent all day washing and folding. You would have thought I asked them to cut their own feet off with rusty butter knives! Sheesh. And the best part... when the oldest progeny stands on the stairs with a arm load of her own clothing and says petulently "What have you done?" As in why do I have to do all the work, what have you DONE all day? risking her very own existance but uttering such a statement. Ahhh and the emotional breakdown(her's not mine) over matching SOCKS is an added bonus. Who knew laundry would put the FUN back in disFUNctional!

How To Amuse The Crap Out Of Me

Sit in front of your dad who is lieing on the floor watching movie and pretend to play the drums on him, even concluding it with a wild head banging finish. Heehehehehehehehe

How To Inspire Me To Make A Voodoo Doll Of You...

Read a chapter of The Doll People to the Little People while upstairs knowing full well that I damn well wanted to hear that!

And...

How To Almost Charm Me Into Not Jabbing Your Voodoo Doll Full Of Pins...

Offer to read me the chapter when I bitch.

Enjoy The Silence…

I truly believe the only people who can really appreciate silence are parents and teachers. I love the Little People more than the air I breathe, but GAWD it’s nice to have some silence FINALLY today. Seriously, I haven’t had a moment of silence all freaking day long. Much to my chagrin both kids woke at the same time this morning, I am some what spoiled by Cabbage Patch usually sleeping in until 8 am or later, so her being awake at 6 am was just disturbing and disappointing. Why? Because she has reached the age of constant noise as in she has to constantly be making noise. If she isn’t talking to me, she’s talking to herself, or singing to me or to the cats or just running in circles making random noises. It’s like spending the day at the mental ward. And if that isn’t bad enough when Super Girl gets home the volume goes UP! Way UP! Not just the SOUND but the actual volume of noise. Most days I’m good at using my finely tuned Mommy Hearing – that is I can filter out what is important such as a child screaming because a sibling is duct taping them to the toilet or the high pitched meow of a cat getting ready to get a hair cut with a safety razor and a pair of kindergarten scissors as opposed to the constant drone of ‘mom, mom, mom, I want a snack.’, today… well it’s nearly 7 pm and I think my Mommy Hearing has been switched off for the night. Or maybe it’s the pain I’m having from my shoulder to my head that’s making me less enthusiastic to listen to a litany of mom, mom, mom interspersed with the mostly incoherent babblings of a 4 year old playing with her stuffed rat. Eh… whatever, it’s quiet for a few moments.

On to other things.

TRF was an amazing experience. Just the drive there was an experience! Woohoo! We got a late start and being on the road as you approach 20 hours without sleep can be really bizarre. I honestly can not tell you what we discussed as we drove, but we talked non stop for the last couple of hours.

After arriving at camp at 4:30 am, we were all up and having breakfast at 8:30 am. Then it was into garb and off to faire! Woohoooo!!! I had so much fun! (check out the photos here) Whysper dressed up as Mae West for the Halloween costume contest in faire that day and she kept getting stopped by people wanting to take her photo.

Later than night Whysper, The Wife and I dressed in our costumes for Tinabug’s party. Whypser was Alice, The Wife was the Queen of Hearts and I was the Mad Hatter. I don’t think anyone ever envisioned that tale with so much cleavage or that many pouffy petticoats. After the party the three of us wandered around in an inebriated state visiting people in different camps. My apologies Sable and Lerxst for standing in the door of your camper and letting the cold in, but honestly you had way too many open flames for me to step inside without causing a flaming catstrophy. Whysper and I deposited The Wife back at camp and set out to find another party, but alas, possibly because of the cold, there wasn’t any good parties happening and we ended up back in our own camp playing the Gawdforsaken Name Game. Sheesh, I can not believe we played it so long! At the point that I was starting to fall asleep in my chair, I knew it was time to go to bed.

Sunday was another fun day at faire. It started it out with pancakes, eggs and sausage (pig free for me). The Alice group wore our most fabulous costumes in that day. Sometime in the afternoon we caught up with that darn white rabbit and got a picture with her.

We stayed to see the fireworks though I should have left earlier as I was riding back with Luna and I think she wanted to leave earlier. My bad, I just lost track of time.

The ride back was much quicker as Luna drives somewhere near the speed of light. No biggie, I was happy to get home. The Little People were thrilled with the gift of Baby Plague Rats and loved looking at all the photos, although Cabbage Patch insists that the photo of Whypser as Mae West is NOT Whysper.

Other things…

Ya know, it’s always amusing when the Little People quote lines from Young Frankenstein.

Weird Things

Yesterday, Cabbage Patch holds up a little Three Muskateer's bar (silver wrapper) and says 'Look star Wars Candy!' Silly kid.

Working My Way Back To You...

Damn I've been busy, I'll be randomly posting about the weekend and posting photos in no particular order. Please be patient as I either will actually do this or totally forget it, but hey, it's not like I'm getting paid for this shit!

Kid things

Yesterday while at the in-laws house the sister-in-law told us that the other day when she got the Toys-R-Us catalog in the mail she handed it to her son and he got all big eyed then said “I didn’t order this!” Silly kid.

Knock, knock, knockin’ on…

Cabbage Patch was sitting on the sofa next to me tonight as I was going over Super Girl’s homework and I look down to her touching my bra and then she starts knocking on it saying ‘knock, knock, knock..’ I grabbed her little hand and told her to stop knocking on my knockers!

Halloweener

So… Have I mentioned how Halloween is my FAVORITE non-holiday holiday? Well it is. It was the only time of year that a poor kid had absolute equality with the other kids. You didn’t need a fancy costume to get a bucket load of candy, you just needed the stamina to hit all the houses in the area, and sometimes the luck to get a parental unit to drive you to the better neighborhoods to hit them up for the good candy. D and I always had the shittiest costumes (thanks mom) but we never came home with less than half a pillow case full of loot. We had sooo much candy mom was throwing Halloween candy away at New Years. Because I can only remember one Halloween with having a cool costume (age 3 or 4 when I was a butterfly) I try really hard to make sure the Tiny Terrorist have costumes that they like. K is agreeable to this as his mom permanently damaged his psyche by making him a bunny costume the year he wanted to be an astronaut. A bunny costume on a 5 year old boy. Is it any wonder he’s a tad light in the loafers now? (kidding, kidding, put down the tar and feathers and stop planning a protest, it was a JOKE).

This year after much debate it was finally decided that Super Girl would be a fairy and Cabbage Patch would be a Princess… No wait… Super Girl would be a fairy and Cabbage Patch would be a fairy princess… Hold on… Super Girl would be a fairy and Cabbage Patch would be a butterfly… wait… scratch that… fairy… princess… fairy princes… butterfly… fairy… Butterfly. Yes, butterfly, maybe. Super Girl made up her mind and we had a cute costume. Cabbage Patch vacillated between fairy, princess, fairy princess and butterfly for weeks. It’s okay. I had it all covered. A hot pink and silver princess costume (complete with sparkly tiara) thanks to D and her $10, pink fairy wings and headband as well as pink leotard and tights(thanks to left overs from dance class), big butterfly wings (thanks to The Wife) and black leotard (more dance left overs) – everything is interchangeable and flexible so it wasn’t a huge deal to pin her down on specifics or stop her from changing her mind every day. Halloween morning, I ask Cabbage Patch what she wants to be, fully expecting her to say one of the above mentioned choices and am surprised by her answer of ‘a wolf’. A what? That’s all I could ask. She repeated herself. I just looked at her, then said to myself that it was hours away from trick-or-treating and she would probably want to be a fairy or whatever by lunch time. HAH! No. She repeated her choice of costumes throughout the day and as it got closer to trick-or-treating time, and I started to try to sway her with pretty wings and sparkly hair pieces, she stubbornly stuck to her decision. When K finally got home and asked her, then said “No, you are going to be a fairy.” I assured him that it wasn’t a big deal and was totally workable. Of course by then I was well into a snit (just ask K, he pointed it out to me) and didn’t fucking care if she wanted to just wear a garbage bag to trick-or-treat in. I told K to find certain things and scrubbed kids quickly. Cabbage Patch’s change to a wolf was an easy change if one that totally disappointed me as I was holding out that she would be a butterfly. Super Girl was not the issue. On Friday before I left for TRF her costume was together and she had been warned to NOT touch it under penalty of near death. Here we were just 30 minutes before we were to be at the in-laws house and everything of her costume except the wings was missing. I was truly in a SNIT by then. Thank goodness for an well stocked dress up bin as we were able to find a ballerina skirt that would work (although the cold weather necessitated pink sweats under the outfit, totally ruining the fairy effect). Whatever. I didn’t care, I almost didn’t go with them but in the end I did put on my cute little outfit and went as a leprechaun, running up and down the street guiding the kids to the lighted porches so we could all get back inside because it was COLD.

The highlight of the evening was our favorite house to trick-or-treat, they always have the BEST decorations. I stood behind the three kids as they rang the doorbell. The guy who answered the door was wearing a scary monster mask and growled at the kids who in turn all screamed like little girls (two of them couldn’t help that being that they are little girls, and the third is just a 5 year old boy so cut him some slack) and turned to run only to face a laughing me blocking their way. The guy pulled up his mask saying “aww, damn, it’s just me.” Then handed each kid a big handful of candy. I was still laughing two houses away. The best part of that story is that K and his brother were on the sidewalk and saw it all and laughed, when the nephew got back to his dad he made a point to say “I didn’t scream. I wasn’t scared.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I didn’t get a damn photo of my kids. Seems I forgot to charge my batteries in my camera after TRF and I managed to get 4 photos before it completely died (one of the nephew, one of the dog and one of each of the in-laws) – I completely suck. We finished the Halloween night by having a fun late dinner at Waffle House and listening to the Little People actually ASK to go to bed – yes there is a first for everything.

You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

Dog's Best Friend

Sequels

I’m convinced that the best reason to have a second child is to experience the differences that come with a second child. Like how when you have just one you think that little one is so amazing and cute and intelligent and amazing and then when you have the second you realize that you kids are only those things to YOU and that most other people think they are one step away from the missing link. Also, the way that becoming a parent can be a humbling experience (i.e. walking around all day long with spit up down your back), the act of becoming a parent to the second power is a humiliating experience (i.e. walking around in the Wal-Mart in your house shoes and rumpled clothes dragging two screaming kids dressed in their stained and ratty Halloween costumes in the middle of December while you search for a bottle of children’s cough syrup and a few hundred boxes of Kleenex). It’s also an amazing learning experience, mostly learning how frighteningly similar preschoolers and schizophrenics are, and this is a magnified experience when you have a second child. Why? Because the first one is always just ‘going through a phase’ and it’s cute, but the second one, well you aren’t fooling yourself anymore and you just sit there going ‘WFT???’ Let me illustrate this with Cabbage Patch’s actions today. She spent most of the day playing with a basket of nail polish. Yes nail polish. She never opened any of the bottles, she just took them all out of the basket and did things with them. She hid them then retrieved them all (at my firm demand), she set them all up in rows then stacked them, she gave them little voices and personalities and made them interact with one another (which was most disturbing as there was a lot of screaming and falling involved), she made them dance and sing and she did this ALL. DAY. LONG. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or get her some Prozac.

Weird People Make Me Smile

Just a moment ago Kent saw something on my toe and asked me what it was, thinking it was blood and maybe I hurt myself. I said ‘I don’t know.’ Then I added ‘Maybe I killed someone… with my toe.’ And he said ‘Ahhhh.. with Toe Fu.’ I had tears streaming down my face.

Random Thoughts

So we are driving home from the store, Super Girl is asking her dad a million questions on water and finally Super Girl says "So water is good for our brains." and out of the blue Cabbage Patch says "And chicken fingers make you cold!" Crazy child.

hmm.. You scored 42 Goodness and 56 Evilness!

You are more evil then good. If you see a baby, you would probally kick it, but then feel bad. If you had a dollar, you would not give it to a bum, because you just dont care. If you got a high good level, and a low evil level, well... then your a nice balanced person. Fuckin' A.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 40% on Goodness You scored higher than 40% on Evilness

Link: The Are You Evil Test written by frozenspy007 on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Pepto Pastime

Damn whoever it was that thought chili for dinner was SUCH a good idea! Oh, wait… that was at least half my decision. *sigh* I guess I’m just a masochist. Damn my stomach hurts now. But the chili was divine and sublime and a perfect choice for a nice cool fall night. And the cobbler, blackberry cobbler, my favorite cobbler… the only kind of cobbler I like actually. It was good and now my stomach is burning like there’s a bonfire in there as I continually burp chili and cobbler. Ick. I know, you are thinking that is gross and TMI. Well it’s not really, it’s just gross, telling you that I started my period today, not THAT is TMI. (yes I know most of the male readers just cringed and clicked a link on the side just to escape my page and talk of blood loss and cramps, but whatever.)

Random crap in my head…

I’m wearing the softest undershirt made in the history of man. D talked me into getting it and I’m glad I did, it’s a dream. Soft as a cloud and light. It’s also sleeveless so me wearing it today with my black pants gave me a decidedly redneck-trailer-trash look. Oh yeah, the purple bra straps that continued to peak out from the sides added to the effect quite nicely. It’s soft though.

I should never buy toys for the Tiny Terrorists. I should just by toys for the cats and let the offspring play with them. Ever since D bought my cats a scratching post it’s kept the Tiny Terrorists rapt attention like no toy ever has. It’s scary and funny at the same time. I have this fear that the progeny will eventually drive the cats from the scratching post and my sofas will once again be at the mercy of their claws. *sigh* Also I have not gotten used to hearing the cats scratch and not automatically shooing them away from scratching as prior to the scratching post joining the household that noise usually meant that some piece of furniture was being damaged. Now I make the noise and remember the scratching post as I quickly turn and see a curious cat looking at me quizzically as she scratches the post. Maybe I need to start spraying myself with water to break myself of the habit of shooing them when I hear scratching.

Does anyone ‘buff’ their nails anymore? I have this manicure tool and it has a little thingie on it to buff one’s nails and I’m just curious if anyone still does that.

I hate doing the dishes. Yet after an extensive ‘Mexican Standoff’ with K (I can say that since my mother was half Spanish leaving me partly Hispanic and I have 2 wet-back sisters and one wanna-be wet-back sister – I’ll do a whole thing on my family tree some day to explain all that and just to bore the hell out of everyone) I folded and did a freaking load of dishes. I would say that I cursed him with every cup and plate I stacked in the dishwasher but that would be a lie because I was on the phone with D the whole time and I just didn’t have the opportunity to curse him right then. LATER I cursed him when he brought the cobbler I requested (I called specifically to ask for the cobbler) but failed to bring the vanilla ice cream or cool whip to top it with (I specifically sent a telepathic message to him about this, and I’m shocked, SHOCKED I tell you, that he didn’t read my damn mind and get that for me).

I love the monkeys in Madagascar.

I’m off to eat a handful of ant-acids and wait for the hallucinations… or not.