Finding the slices of heaven.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
B-day but not mine.
Some of you remember that I write erotica, or erotic romance. I haven't written anything new since finishing a long story in October (which by the way earned me a big fan who asked me to be his 'f' buddy. LOL.) I have been relearning some rules of grammar or trying to improve my writing ability but always, as with anyone, I miss certain punctuation, spell things incorrectly, use a word here or there the wrong way and *gasp* end in a preposition. (I know TW/CW-D. I should be ashamed of myself.)
To help me with the issues in my writing I found two editors through the site that I primarily post my stories. I have lost touch with one recently but the other one I have become good friends with. His name is Gail and he lives in the south.
Well today is Gail's 74th b-day and so on top of the gifts I sent, the e-cards I bombarded him with today I want to dedicate this post to him. He loves erotica too and is a fun and wonderful man I have had the ultimate priveledge of finding, getting to know and ultimately calling my friend. So happy b-day my friend. Happy Birthday. I hope you had a wonderful day and the cookies I sent don't make your tummy hurt. :D Pace yourself please.
So......
My daughter keeps whispering about a surprise to which my husband laughed at this morning and said, "It'll be a surprise to me too." So that means it's all in my daughters head. *snicker* My little peanut.
But hubby did call from the car saying he has a plan for my b-day night. Since the next night we go out for a work holiday party we aren't really 'planning' anything for my b-day and that's fine. I'm happy to spend it with my family. He has told me I will not be cooking so, yay...two nights in a row of 'not cooking'. That in and of itself is a gift.
I did get my Nickelback tickets in the mail yesterday so I'm a happy Angel.
So bloggers, tomorrow I'll be forced to change my profile to 34 year old. *sigh* I'm wondering if I should just remove that and keep myself from having to depressingly change it. But I will not change it until my actual time of birth. I shall not go softly into that good night!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Why?
Well, it started with my youngest, my daughter. One day hubby was sitting on the floor in the family room after wrestling with them and she climbed up the front of him and around to sit on his neck. With no spotter, no assistance, nada. We both were shocked and amazed. Hubby said "(insert name here) you climb like a monkey."
Then both of my kids continually climbed a plastic play kitchen so that they might sit atop it. I know, that's not what it was for, which is why I got rid of it. Well that and it was too tiny for them. I said to them, "My goodness you two are like monkeys."
From there I would use the word monkey over and over again until finally I just referred to them as my monkeys. Since my daughter was quite the climber and influenced the name I called her 'monkey #1' and my son 'monkey #2' despite it going against their birth order.
Anyway, the term 'monkeys' was born and used.
Shopping day and what have I done?
Then I went to a clothing store for outfits for the two, count them, two holiday parties for hubby's work. (one for attorney's/spouses and clients/spouses and then one for the firm.) I always get a new clothing item. Being a SAHM doesn't require a dress code. I like to dress nice usually (although today was athletic clothes day) with my lowrise boot cut jeans, nice shoes and such. I mean, that's nice for a SAHM, right? LOL. But I don't spend a lot of money on my clothes or buy myself much. I'd rather use the money on my monkey's clothes since they grow so darn quickly.
Lately, though, hubby has been insisting I get myself new clothes.
But once a year we get to go out and paint the town red and by golly I'm going to look smoking hot, or as smoking hot as I get. *snicker*
Tomorrow, if the outfits work, I'm off for a new pair of shoes perhaps.
Then I did something so stupid. I agreed to make cookies for a 'cookie exchange'. I have to make 7 dozen cookies, which I could do in my sleep, but why did I say yes. I can't go to the evening out and actually exchange them in person since the gathering is on my b-day and if I went I would miss out on a nice cozy family b-day celebration consisting of me and my monkeys. But I do plan to make the cookies and exchange them for two reasons: #1 It's a way to keep getting invited to things with the gals in this neighborhood. It's so high school that if you turn down too many things you stop getting invited. and #2 I might just slip a business card and menu for Christmas cookies and wahhhhlah, perhaps expand my business. Good in theory at least.
To top it off, I have volunteered for my son's holiday party on the 21st (near my Christmas order deadline) and just volunteered to make 3 dozen cookies for my daughters holiday party at preschool. Sometimes I think I'm happiest when I have too much to do. LOL *sigh*
Another test, this one about sex. Hee hee
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
What kind of candy bar are you?
Butterfinger |
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The last installment of Christmas-fied
My foyer BEFORE decorating.
Foyer After.
Foyer 2nd view.
Foyer Down view.
To the left of foyer, in the entry by the powder room. Phew, it was almost as tiring to post the pictures as it was to decorate. LOL.
Christmas-fied!
Dramamama had posted an "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" post so here is mine. It may take a few posts.
This is my kitchen/family room.
This is my family room (I hate the big black stereo, can't wait to get surround sound.)
Family room.
Done and done.
It's a quiet day blogging as everyone seems to be trying to get back to their routines. We'll get it down just as we have another holiday. LOL
Back to normal ~sort of ~
Hubby is on a plane, as I blog here, to points southward (jelly belly) where he has packed shorts for his 'off time' (double jelly belly) to partake in depo's for work. He'll be back in a few days and I hope to have this house Christmas-fied by the time he returns.
My laundry hamper is one load shy of empty (wooo hooo!) and I got a jump on cleaning so if I keep this up I'll have a great week. My b-day is coming up but the day after is one of hubby's two work holiday parties, we use that night as our night out for my b-day. So that means I'm off to a store with the b-day money from Mama & Dad. (yippee!)
pssst....Dramamama. I promise to snap some pictures when I'm done decking the halls here. *smile*
Monday, November 27, 2006
Holiday spirit ~ short term post ~
Mess, such a mess.
I can't stand when there is a cluster 'F' of stuff in every room and for some reason that happens when we are all home together. Is it because I don't pick up as often or as good? I don't know. All I know is it's time to break out the timer and do the five minute per room pick up. It works every time and I end up a smiling happy Angel.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
The damn wreaths! *sigh* ~~ Revamped~~
Every year we fight putting it up. In the last 4 years we've lived in this house we have fought over it and 3 out of 4 times I have climbed the incredibly tall and wobbly ladder to put it up because he has said his solution is no wreaths. *sigh* So I tell him to bite me and I climb the ladder. Then I tell my parents who get pissed off. Wait until they hear that I had to hang it again this year. *double sigh*
In fairness to him he had just finished dropping something off at my parents and was on his way home when I phoned him and asked him to go back and get their ladder (which is taller than ours but never tall enough) and he did without even a grumble. He set up the ladder and even climbed it a few times but the top screw was too high for either of us to reach on that ladder. He was trying to figure out a frame system to hang it but daylight was burning and I suggested he come up with that for next year but in the meantime I had an idea. I told him what I thought and he said he couldn't do it so I climbed the ladder and did it. The deed is done for another year. I wonder if we'll argue again next year, I hope not.
I swear we will end up divorced over Christmas decorations. LOL. btw, I don't think that I was just joking. We've been married for 10-1/2 years and when we were first married we used to fight like cats and dogs over the lights and garland on the tree but we found a system and now we never fight over that anymore.
Also, it may sound like we argue all the time but we don't. Hubby's right, I don't cast him in a good light. He might bitch every year about the wreath but every year he's there trying to help me and in all fairness he's terrified of heights.
Anyway, I'll post a picture of my house later and you can tell me if it looks nice or not.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Time home with the whole fam damnly.
Yesterday we got our tree up and some outside decorations for Christmas set up. I washed some windows before putting the wreaths up but only got the first floor five windows done before hubby needed me for something. I suppose I know what I'm doing later today. *snicker*
I've been sleeping better but had a horrible dream last night. I hate that.
I must get more things done while hubby is away. I'm outy! *smile*
Thursday, November 23, 2006
A date
Tomorrow we plan to take advantage of the warmer weather and put out our Christmas lights on the shrubs and the window wreaths. We have 11 front windows and I know I need to clean them too. *sigh*
But early I might venture out on 'Black Friday' for the first time ever. I have baking money I plan to put to good use. My son wants an air hockey table that I saw on special. I pray I wake up in time and then I pray I don't get trampled.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!
To those outside of the US that read this (and yes, Rachel Emma that includes you) I hope you have a great rest of the week. With hubby coming home early today plus dinner and family gatherings tomorrow I will probably not be able to blog until Friday or Saturday. I might still blog more today, we'll see. But I'm wishing you well. All of you!
Wooooo HOOOOOOO!
And the sun is shining. Okay, it'd freezing out but the sun is shining. As long as I stay in my nice warm house I'll never know.
Oh, wait. I have a pumpkin tort to deliver to a neighbor. BBL
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Fubar tort
Accidental OD.
My head was spinning and I felt clammy and could barely stand right. I quickly made it to my bed huffing and trying to steady the spinning. Then my stomach entered the picture. I thought for sure I would be sick. Finally, when I couldn’t regain my composure I woke hubby and begged him to get me a cool wet washcloth. He did, but I was too far gone. Before hubby returned from the hall bathroom I was off like a flash to our bathroom. I was only dry heaving since I hadn’t eaten since dinner around 5pm the night before. I laid down on the bathroom floor with the cool washcloth that hubby brought me. I fell asleep there. When I woke, whenever, I crawled to my bed. Even that was too much for me.
By 7:15 am, I woke realizing that I didn’t feel any better. My son had to be awake around 7:25 to feed, dress and send off to school. Luckily hubby stayed home to watch my daughter for my interview so his mind was already ready to stay home. Even though it was rescheduled he was free to stay home and get my son ready. I couldn’t walk right, I felt my equilibrium was screwed up and my blood pressure plunged (we have a blood pressure machine here to monitor hubby.)
That was when I found out the cough medicine has Codeine in it. Not only that but I took the medicine too close together. I pretty much almost OD’d on Codeine. I’m still not 100% but I’m functional. Thank goodness the interview was already rescheduled and hubby was home.
My cough is almost non existent and I’m off to bake. I hope I keep feeling better. I dodged a bullet, seriously.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Soooo very very tired.
Still, it could be worse. I just found out this morning that a friend/neighbor got laid off recently. His son and my son are very close. I feel so bad. I just hope he finds a new job quickly.
Well I'm off to lick my wounds and cuddle up to my heating pad. I'm outy.
Bulky Bulk Bulk and shots
As a reward hubby suggested her favorite lunch, Burger King Chicken tenders. Of course! I have to sit in the long drive thru line and I have a ton of time! Right?
Plus I had to run to a store. I love buying in bulk and it suits me for my baking needs. Only the last time I went to the Bulky Bulk Bulk store (I don't know what I called it before but I like that name better) I forgot to get a sack'o flour. (25 lbs) *smacks forehead* and it's Thanksgiving week so ALL the stores are INSANE! We made it through and now I'm over an hour behind on my schedule.
So why am I blogging, you ask? I have no freakin' idea. I'm outy! Blog you later! :D
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Team, tired and tomorrow
I got tons of baking done today but I'm exhausted and I think I'm catching something. My daughter has had this pretty nasty cough for the past week and a half. Luckily the illness that is going around here is just that: A cough for 2 weeks. Alas I'm beginning to come down with it. Hopefully it will hold off until my baking is done. *sigh*
I hope to get a chance to blog in tomorrow.
Apron update!
I'll post a picture of each later.
Dramamama I'm sure you can find an apron out there. I'll sew you one if you can't find one. Of course it will be something I'd do later. LOL. I'm busy enough.
I have made a ton of stuff and have kept to my stringent schedule. Hubby took pity on me and made dinner and plans to bathe the kids. I'm off to make a half dozen batches of chocolate mousse.
Darn it!
I've half cleaned the kitchen, now for the floor and then.....I'm putting on the apron. Yep, I have an apron. How 50's of me. Wait, that's right! I even have a puffy chef's hat. Hee hee.
Light posting....I think.
I hope the change to my template doesn't scare anyone away. I promise, it's still me. I just felt I needed to be light and bright. I have always said I'd rather be the sunshine rather than the rain and this new template suits me.
Blog ya later. Peace, I'm outy!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
I know....HOLY CRAP!
This also was a long process. I hate that. LOL. I'm off to drink some rum and coke. Have a great night!
Parrrrr ---ty!
Fun with hubby.
Breakfast.
Fun with hubby. (sounds good so far, huh?)
Lunch.
Sit for 3 hours and pay bills. Oh yeah, that rocks, huh?
Now I am off to clean. And the fun continues. Wait! I'll throw doing some laundry in there! Woooooo hoooo! It's a regular party going on here!
Thank god I have two weekends of ACTUAL parties coming up. I need a nice evening out with adults. Cool thing is that they are paid by hubby's work, both of them. One is dinner, mock gambling and dancing. Love it. Free good food, free drinks. Woo hoo. The other one is dinner, mock game show, dancing. I need to go shopping. I need some tasteful sexy outfits.
'Where's hubby?' you ask. On the sofa. Yelling at the TV. Penn State is on TV. *sigh*
Oh yeah...Oh yeah..it's my birthday, it's my birthday!
Weekend blogging
Messin'... just plain funny
I am sooooooooo
I love them! Their music makes me so happy, hot, excited. Love it!
Tickets go on sale tomorrow and I am buying them. Yep. My b-day's coming up. I can use that as an excuse. Definitely.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Why....why, tell me why?
Totally Awesome dude, I'm getting old. Wait. *sigh*
Psssst. Angel. Watch out your age is showing. *sigh*
Oh yeah. I have a b-day coming up. I think Train Wreck does too, or did I miss it. Is it possible to skip a b-day? I like where I am. I don't wanna get older. Worse yet, hubby's 8 months younger than me and calls me his 'old lady'. *sigh* I hate that.
I'm still trying to figure out a most awesome b-day gift to give Lioux. Hmmm. Ponder ponder. An ash tray? No. Gum. No he has that. I know. Tacks for in his boots so he can clomp and click. TW would love that! LOL.
Worky, worky and other stuff
But it's Friday. My kids started off the day pretty good and I have big plans for today. So much to do. Can I make myself do them? Only time will tell.
I have beds to undo, wash and remake. I have a dining room to pick up to prepare for my baking. My office looks like a tornado hit it and I haven't had breakfast.
*one hand* breakfast ~ *other hand* work
Hmmmmm.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Bettering my brain.
Sometimes happiness is simple
The beginning of a weird day
I've had an odd morning.
First off, hubby was home and we were irritating each other and bickering. No big surprise there. We do that far to often. Anyway, our SUV's lease is up very soon and we aren't planning on keeping it so we had the end of the lease preinspection done here at our house. When he showed up we were worried. I kid you not, the man's eyes were going in different directions and his glasses were like coke bottle bottoms. And he went over our car with a fine toothed comb marking the tiniest of scuffs. The vehicle is 5 years old, it will have the scuffs. I think we only have a few things to take care of. How much that will set us back is anyone's guess. I've never done this before.
So Mr. car guy left and the phone rang. It was the principal at my son's school. Great. *sigh* Apparently my son was involved in an incident on the bus yesterday afteroon and neglected to tell me. What is it with him and the bus? He had a substitute bus driver and two kids in front of him were being too loud. After asking them to quiet down twice and they ignored him he smacked one. He was pulled into the principals office and talked to. I bet he was terrified. He wants to please everyone. Before I have a talk with him I think I'll hug him. He's probably worrying all day that I'm going to yell at him. Too much stress for a 6 year old. (Again, Dramamama, keep them young if you can. *double sigh*)
Then hubby leaves and I get my daughter and she is pouting. She explains why. We talk. *triple sigh*
I get another order for a tort. Wow.
Then I get a phone call for an interview. At National X Home Improvement Store. I hope it's for the Kitchen Design Department. I love those stores. I know I meationed that. It's different working there, I worked in the competitor for a spell.
Weird day so far. And I really must stop checking email. Really.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Enough pilfering, Angel!
So now I'm trying to save face and make an original post. It will not be anything fantastic or overly witty an observation about life around us so move on if you are seeking those sorts of things.
My day started off crazy. My monkeys got up and decided that despite asking for the breakfast they wanted and getting the breakfast they wanted, they wouldn't eat it. So after feeling like a psychotic cheerleader saying "eat it, eat it, eat it now!" I walk up to the bus stop with my son. After returning home I had to grab my digital camera, tape measure, paint sample deck, catelogs and big bag to stuff it in. I printed up a brochure for my design business and then dressed my daughter and drove her off to preschool. Then I met up with a woman who's son is in the same preschool to help her with her master bedroom. God I love design. I was there only a half hour and it juiced me up! Adrenaline rush from design? Freaky weird.
Then I had to take photos at my parents of their driveway as they attempt to get the new asphalt driveway repaired by the installer or prepare to sue. Then I finally had a piece of toast at home.
An hour later I was picking my daughter up and there I got another baking order. On the way home I found out from hubby that I'll be getting 2-3 more baking orders.
Then I get home and waste away doing nothing but pilfering from other blogs. I feel like a waste of life. I kept checking email a million times even though I knew there really wouldn't be anything there. *sigh*
I get a phone call from my best customer for baked goods. Apparently she has been talking me up around town and her friend wants to order something. So there you have it. I thought all my orders were in and nope.
So next week will be a mad house here. Hubby told me that he and the kids are leaving the house Monday & Tuesday since I will be a blur in the kitchen. LOL. Whatever, he just better not get in my way. I'll tell you what! *chuckle*
An unimaginative post but a day in my life. I feel like I did so much and yet I did nothing. I'm up to do something and try to salvage my day. Blog ya later!
Dramamama inspired
2. Both my parents are alive and live only 5 minutes from me.
3. I love iced tea, sweetened iced tea. I drink it by the gallons, homemade with lipton tea bags.
4. I can not drink my iced tea without ice. What’s the point,right?
5. I was told in 1992 by a palm-reader on vacation that I would have two kids: one boy and one girl and hubby would wear a suit to work.
6. She was 100% correct: Boy age 6-1/2, girl age 5.
7. I think they are the most beautiful and hysterical kids alive.
8. I hate spiders and ants. I refuse to kill them if hubby is home, if he isn’t, I become the terminator. I will kill spiders with the largest thing I can find and I do it with relish.
9. I am a potato chip nut.
**10. I color my hair, now. From my teens to 20’s I had the perfect hair color and got compliments. Now, after kids, it gets dark and I fix that.
11. I'm an Interior Designer, with a degree in it even.
12. I can build things: ie, I built a brick mailbox, pool deck, kids wooden swingset, fire pit, as well as interior renovation. I can use a miter saw, a level and such with some skill. I’m actually jonesing for a jig saw.
**13. I think that Rescue Me is (one of) the best show(s) on television.
**14. I have OCD. (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)
15. I hate my feet, sometimes I hate my height.
16. I start many projects but have to push myself to finish them.
17. I married a very stubborn polish/german man.
18. We almost split up over a guy I met online last year.
19. We just celebrated our 10 year anniversary this past May.
20. I have never been in the mountains.
21. I love to organize things. My family teases me and says I’m like Monica on ‘Friends’ with the label maker. I love making my home organized and more efficient. Any connection to #14?
22. I hate clutter, it drives me freakin insane. But that goes with #21. LOL
23. I used to always be late. I just start 15 minutes earlier.
24. This is my 1st marriage.
*25. I LOVE being a stay at home mom. The desire to have less debt and more money in savings propells me to seek employment, part time. Until my daughter starts school full-time in a few years.
26. The house my parents had bought before I was born is the house I lived in my whole life. It’s only 5 minutes from me. I live in the town I grew up in.
27. My father was a senior quality control inspector for robotic arms and is a perfectionist. It’s hard to live with a perfectionist.
*28. I miss my flat tummy that I used to have... but wouldn't trade my kids for anything. I’m working on exercising that pooch away.
*29. I'm a romantic, but I would consider myself more an erotic kinky girl. Romance is great and so is great s*x. LOL.
30. I don't consider myself to be an interesting person, but I have done a small amount of interesting things.
*31. I LOVE making people laugh and I’m constantly worrying that I’m offending people. I have this obsession with being liked and avoiding rejection.
32. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and have contemplated becoming a lawyer but don’t want the student loans.
33. I hate Pennsylvania. I want to live somewhere that’s warm but not too warm and in the winter doesn’t get too cold.
34. I love snow when I’m sledding or making snowmen with my kids. Any other time it can go away. Okay, it’s pretty to look at from the warm confines of my home.
35. I'm very opinionated and not very knowledgable when it comes to computers.
**36. I have never broken a bone in my body.
**37. I hate drinking water and rarely do.
38. I love chocolate but try to avoid it unless I get a serious craving.
39. I'm a spontaneous person with some things and others I’m a planner.
40. I'm a sucker for junk food. Can't resist it.
41. I love almost all Impressionist’s paintings.
**42. I have two sisters, one older and one younger.
43. I’ve been told I’m a great cook (my mom is a stupendous cook) and my baking sells pretty well.
44. I make sure there is one baked dessert in the house at all times, especially when my son gets home from school.
45. I'm only 5'0".
**46. I'm VERY pale... very very very pale. Transluscent actually, *snicker* I’m not supposed to tan because I have many many beauty marks that could become suspicious to my dermatologist but I live on the wild side.
**47. I love the color red... wearing it, decorating with it. My kitchen, family room, entry way, dining room and master bedroom suite all have red in it.
48. I am overly dramatic and have very expressive facial reactions. I have a pair of underwear that reads “Drama Queen.”
49. I love to jump out and scare people. My family did this all the time growing up. Some people think it’s weird, my new brother-in-law hates it. In my house we scare each other once a week. Such an adreneline rush!
50. I have visited 12 states and Canada a few times.
**51. I love maps. I could read an atlas for hours, just for fun. I love love love maps. I have to fold the map because hubby can never fold it right. See #14.
**52. I have an amazing zest for life. I can find beauty and interesting things anywhere I visit. I ALWAYS STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES.
**53. I love architecture and truly enjoy looking at and taking pictures of old buildings. I love learning their history as well but that should be a given since I'm an interior designer and used to work with architects.
54. I had one dog growing up for one week. He peed on the carpet and my mom returned him. With three young kids and a hubby who worked all the time it was too hard. I now have my first dog ever, hubby let me get my dream dog… a cocker spaniel named Amber.
55. I grew up with cats. I still have a cat from when we first married. She’s 10-1/2 and is named Eponine. Hubby named her after a character in one of my favorite musicals. When Eponine was 2 we got another cat around Easter. I named him Simba. 6 days later he was diagnosed with Feline Leukemia and I had to put him down, right then, right there. I held him until he passed and I was a mess. I had the whole vet office crying.
**56. I'm still very heartbroken.
*57. I have hazel eyes. When I’m upset or angry they are more golden. When I’m aroused they are more green... very weird.
58. In 5th-7th grade I was in the ‘IN’ crowd but in the 8th grade, for an unknown reason no longer in the ‘IN’ crowd.
59. I found out at my 11 year reunion why I was ‘outed’ and it was stupid. I talked to everyone in school.
60. I have trouble keeping warm. Can’t stand too hot or too cold weather. I can handle a hot day with air conditioning and my pool
61. I’m very proud of my kids. My favorite thing is to have conversations with them, they say the most amazing and imaginative things.
62. My favorite alcoholic drink is Captain Morgan and coke. I buy it by the jug and I think I’ve gotten an immunity to it.
63. I'm a lightweight. In college I could drink like a champ but since having kids, I’m a cheap date.
64. I can’t handle hangovers anymore and do everything I can to avoid it.
65. I think my face is too round and gets flushed too easily.
66. I think my upper arms look fat even though they are not.
67. I can't sleep with socks on. I have to feel the sheets with my bare feet. One foot has to be along the edge of the bed or I won’t fall asleep.
68. Hubby could talk to me or drop something and I’d sleep through it but let one of my kids wimper and I am up like a flash.
69. I’m terrified of flying and almost had a panic attack on the plane to my honeymoon. In 2005 we went to Disney World and I had to get a medication to keep me calm.
70. I hate the feeling of crumbs on my bare feet, I vacuum my kitchen floor twice a day at least. And a wet sock is too much to handle. I hate wet socks.
**71. I love email. Love it. I love receiving it and get REALLY pissed when it's 99% junk mail. I hate being tricked. And I HATE HATE HATE SPAM email about stock tips or penis enhancements.
72. I just ate a sandwich with potato chips and iced tea.
73. I'm a sagitarian... in every way.
**74. I love the smell of gasoline, pungent black markers and rubber glue (psychooooo). THIS IS JUST TOO FREAKY! My mother constantly teases me about my love of the smell of rubber cement.
75. I nearly died giving birth to my son and breast feeding my daugther got me really sick so two kids are all we’re having.
76. I can’t sit still, ever. I always have to be doing something.
77. I have a bad knee due to an old softball injury.
78. I loved softball. I played for 9 years, even on traveling allstar teams until I dislocated my knee. I LOVE to sing and used to be a part of two auditioned groups in high school. One was very hard to get in and I was in it for 3 years, I lettered in it. I miss singing.
79. I hate my van and SUV and can’t wait to get a regular car in January!
**80. I'm afraid to swim in lakes and oceans because I don't know what's lurking in the water. I will only swim in pools. (Freaky similarity.)
81. I have lived only one state. I’ve only lived in 3 towns.
82. I have a list of ‘things to do before I die’ and I plan to do them all. All I tell you!
83. I truly feel that most people think I'm a huge, loud mouthed, self-centered biotch, but they put up with me because I can be funny and I try to bend over backwards to be helpful to people.
84. Whenever I'm with a group of friends I feel like the shortest and most shy but after 15 minutes I tend to talk a persons ear off.
85. The craziest thing I have ever done was hmmmm, lets see, skinny dip in my back yard pool (neighbors are close) or having s*x on the beach on more than one occasion.
86. Obviously, I don't regret doing it because it was meant to be. (LOL I think this still applies.)
87. I do NOT miss Erie, PA, not ever. That’s where I went to college.
88. I get along with some of my inlaws. Hubby is the oldest of 8 kids. One is in a religious cult. His parents are a bit crazy and there are issues there.
89. I want to be cremated. I don’t know where I want to be kept or thrown over.
90. I have a weird fear that no one will come to my funeral.
**91. I dread dying at a young age and I'm terrified of growing old.
92. I regret having so many people in my wedding.
*93. Even though I'm 33 (almost 34 *gasp*), I don't feel it. I still feel 18 and I’m always disappointed when I’m called ma’am.
*94. Without a list I'm horrible at time management and I procrastinate a lot.
95. I graduated high school in 1991 and college in 1996 and put my hubby through school for his post graduate degree until 1999.
96. In college I chocolate pudding wrestled. I would relive my college years in an instant.
97. In March of ’99 I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism (thus the inability to keep warm) and two months later I was pregnant with my son.
98. I didn’t know undiagnosed hypothyroidism could cause infertility or that by taking my medicine for it I’d become really fertile. My son was meant to be, regardless.
**99. I stress over little things but rise above during major crisis situations. I handle those much better than daily little stresses.
**100. I brake for squirrles and other animals.
There you have it folks. 100 things you never knew you never wanted to know about me. And Dramamama, too many similarities but we aren't clones.....*phew*
Yet another...
Marilyn Manson doing a Christmas special. Dressed as Santa Claus. And I thought my daughter cried hard when I put her on Santa's lap before. *grimace*
And along the lines of bad bad bad Christmas gifts..... How about O.J. Simpson's book: "If I did it, here's how."
Damn you Lioux!
You are The Devil
src="Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession
The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.
Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
*********UPDATE************** For you, Lioux, I changed the name of this post. Hope I didn't upset you before. :D
!!!!***********UPDATE TO MY UPDATE*******************!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems I didn't upset him and in my haste didn't fully understand. *wipes brow* Changing it back, Lioux. Thanks!
A twisted Christmas..
I thought they were kidding. Really, I thought they were kidding.
So I actually remembered to check it out on line and to my utter and complete surprise it was no joke. I can not believe it.
People. Look no further. I give you. The perfect Christmas gift.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
*smacks forehead*
Love it, love it, love it!
Thank you ABC Family channel for having it on tonight to remind me.
And it came on at the drunken scene after he was left at the alter. I love this part:
Robbie: "You know what's funny, some of us will never ever find true love. Like take for instance, me, and I'm pretty sure that guy right there, and that lady with the sideburns, and basically everybody at table nine."
So for me, fatty over there, sideburn lady and the mutants at tabel nine....." ahhh *chuckle*
I CAN NOT believe that I forgot that movie!
My house
Just two seconds ago I had this discussion. It's a wonder I still have any hair.
My daughter is crying so I yell to my son "What did you do to your baby sister?"
Son: "She's not a baby mommy."
Me: "What did you do to your little sister?"
Daughter: "I'm not little, mommy."
Me: *sigh* "What did you do to her!"
*throws hands up* WTF?
~~ Update and a BIG THANK YOU ~~
It seems there is nothing abnormal going on (well, except for the fact that I am normally abnormal.) So a big "Phew" for that. It doesn't explain the pain except for scar tissue. The suggestion was surgery but it isn't life threatening so I'm going to research options.
Thank you again for all your virtual [[[hugs]]] and good luck sentiments. They were greatly appreciated.
Quirky moments with my little girl monkey
Quirkly moment #2: Yesterday, my daughter monkey said something that had me and hubby almost losing our ability to contain our bladders. I’m forewarning you, if you aren’t a follower of Spongebob squarepants you might not get this. My daughter was discussing Santa and how awesome he is. You see, we have been trying to get her to get out of pull-ups at night so we used the Santa angle. We told her that Santa will be happy with her if she stops peeing the bed. So for the past 10 nights she has done that. In the morning I told her how happy Santa was. She said, “Can I send Santa an email?” I replied yes. Btw…any parents out there, go to www.northpole.com. That’s where your kid can set up an account to email Santa directly their list and get an email letter back from the big guy. So I said, “Yes, later.” She was so excited and began to tell me how much she loved Santa and was going to tell him: “I love you for a week Santa for giving me presents. And then I’m going to say ‘Happy Leif Ericson Day. Hinder hunder gunt’.” I shit you not! She even said the shit at the end, just like on the Spongebob episode. I couldn’t stop laughing. I expected ‘Merry Christmas’ or, ‘Thank you.’ But not “Happy Leif Ericson Day, Hinder hunder gunt.” I mean, really, what parent would? Quirky girl
Quirky moment #3: Lastly, my daughter discovered the word dammit. While she was playing her game boy and couldn’t get the character to jump I heard her say, “Dammit.” I gasped. I explained that that is a bad word and to use ‘darn it’ instead or she might find out what soap tastes like. Hubby likes to blame me but I really try and not swear. I even say poop or darn to try to avoid such a moment. Besides, I don’t sit and swear at the TV during football games.
Ahhhhh my little girl monkey. You make me laugh.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Quotable comedies
Angel's Quotable Comedy List (Angel of Design not Angel of Drama)
Princess Bride (already covered.)
Tommy Boy “Not so much here, or here….but here.”
Airplane “…and stop calling me Shirley.”
Monty Python – Quest for the Holy Grail “I want a shrubbery!”
Happy Gilmore, “The price is wrong b*tch!”, “I hate that Bob Barker.”
Dumb and Dumber, “We got no food, no jobs... our PET'S HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!"
Austin Powers Movies “Get in my belly!”
So I Married an Ax Murderer “He’s got a huge head, like an orange on a toothpick.”
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, “
Better Off Dead “I want my two dollars!”
Back to School “Call me some time, when you have no class.”
The Great Outdoors “Big….Big bear…..Big bear chase.”
I’m sure more movies will come to mind. These are the ones that I could think of. Peace...out!
Angels are a-blogging
Yum....opps and a little drool :D
Monday morning blues
But this morning starts off badly. Hubby doesn't wake me like he usually does and gives me some lame excuse why. I mean, if I thought he wasn't going to wake me, I would have set my alarm to wake me up and not him earlier. You see he gets a shower first and I follow him. My alarm wakes us, he goes and then he wakes me. But this morning, for some unknown reason, he chose to not wake me. It's not like my son's bus comes at varying times. *sigh* So I'm not happy about that.
But I roll with it. I'm flexible in more ways than one.
I walk my son to the bus stop, like all the other moms/dads. He ends up deciding to not stand with his 'best' friend. So I ask him, "Do you want to go stand with (insert name here)?"
He replies, "No."
"Why not?"
"He keeps kicking me."
"Where? Here at the bus stop or on the bus?"
"On the bus."
"Okay." His parents are nice people and we've always told each other and talked about the kids openly so I figured I'd talk to one of them when I had the chance. So that time comes sooner. I send my son off with a heavy heart, watching him sit with his two friends, wondering what exactly is going on and on the short walk to my house the other boy's dad waits for me.
He begins to say he wanted to ask me about something. *dumm dumm dumm* Apparently my son has been spitting on the other boys on the bus. I say, "really? Eww." Then I add. "I knew something was going on but all my son said was that (insert name here) was kicking him."
I proceeded to say that spitting isn't acceptable and I'll have a talk with him. *sigh* Yuck, spitting.
My daughter has had a cough for a week and it's sounding worse. I've been told by other mom's that the illness going around here consists of a bad sounding cough and that's it. Boy, I hope so. She has a well visit coming up where vaccinations are involved. They won't give them to her if she's sick and then we have to REschedule. blah.
To add to my joy I just realized that tomorrow is my appointment for my test. So that ties my tummy up in knots. I keep telling myself I'm being overly dramatic and that everything will be fine but then a little voice says, "yeah, but..." And if they don't find anything, what about the pain? What then?
And great... the start of another headache. Joy of all joys. I think I'll take a cue from Dramamama and breakfast on some ibuprofen. Yum. A coffee chaser to boot. I'm outy.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Oh yeah
I sit here, blogging because that's all there is to do right now on this gloomy day as hubby naps. *sigh*
****pssst. We had eggs this morning. *sigh*
Funny movie forgotten: Until now:
In the checkout I saw a movie that I ABSOLUTELY love and quote. I would say it falls in "Angel's Quotable Comedies" list.
"Princess Bride" is awesome. Can you say, "Hello. My name is Inigo Mantoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." ? What about, "Inconcievable!"?
Here are some more:
Vizzini: Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristole, Socrates?
Man in Black: Yes
Vizzini: Morons.
Inigo: I don't mean to pry. You don't by perhaps have six fingers on your right hand?
Man in Black: Do you always start conversations this way?
Inigo: You seem a decent fellow, I hate to kill you
Man in Black: You seem a decent fellow, I hate to die
Man in Black: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect!
Vizzini: Wait til I get started!!! ... Where was I? "You fell victim to one of the clasic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly les well known i this - never go in against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line! hahaha! hahaha! haha--"
Random morning thoughts
I need a nice, soothing, hot shower.
I would love a delicious fruit danish.
I would love a relaxing rub down.
I'm grateful to not have a headache this morning.
I'm grateful my hamper is near empty.
The dog is scratching at the door to be let in.
I'm off to get coffee.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
A weekend day in the life of suburbia mom
Secondly we went and walked through National X Home Improvement store today. Love it, love it, love it. I know, I'm weird. *snicker* I got to oogle the kitchen that I love and shouldn't covet so much. I got to see what real carpet feels like since my family room carpet was what the builder put in and it sucks. I got to see what nice lights I would love to have and all the pretty Christmas decorations. What we did buy was the stacking kit for my whirlpool duet washer/dryer. So then we came home and we attempted to accomplish the task of stacking the dryer on top of the washer during hubby's very favorite college team's game. *sigh* What a stupid thing to do. After moving the large heavy items around my closet sized laundry room we tip the dryer back and hubby removes the feet. I then have to put the adhesived backed cushion strip on each side because he says he'd never get it on straight. Then I vaccuum the room and wash the base boards, floor, walls and all those areas I normally can not reach. (my mom and dad taught me that if you are going to do a job, do a complete job.)
Then we take 35 minutes to level the washer in it's new location. All the while hubby's checking his game. I tell him to go watch it and I'll clean and when the game is over we can finish, but nooooo he wants to get it done during commercial breaks and such. So in the spirit of that he goes to attach the dryer vent tube (I do have to add that he cleaned out the whole tube system that leads to the outside. He cleaned out a foot-long hunk of lint so I thank him for that) but in his haste to get back to the game and his inability to take a deep breath and step back, he puts a hole in the tube. That ticks him off and he's yelling and swearing. So I sent him into the family room and I cut off the end and took my time to reattach the tube. Me. After that it's time to lift.
To those who don't know me, or haven't read my blog before, I'm 5'-0" tall. I wear a size 3-5 jeans and I'm petite, petite I tell you. Some call me little, tiny just a wee thing, really. What I have going for me is mommy muscles and determination. So we go to lift it and I somehow end up on the far side from the washer. We can't do it, I can't lift it from there. So we call my parents to see if my dad can help. I feel bad because he isn't feeling good so while we wait for him to call back I say, "Lets try again." We do, with me on the other side and we lift it up and onto the washer. WOOOOOO HOOOO! Mission accomplished!
So it's bolted together and the extra room is amazing. Hubby is even dong laundry, which is only the third time he has touched those machines in the three years since we bought them.
Now taming the beast that is laundry will be much less annoying.
So there you have it. My ever exciting day in suburbia. I rock. LOL *rolls eyes*
Saturday what nots
Okay, that's right, I did make homemade donuts last weekend. I take that back, we did veer from the egg breakfast then too.
Anyway, now we are pondering how to fill our day. Hubby wants to clean out the dryer vent and possibly stack my duet washer and dryer in my laundry room. I am okay with that since my laundry room is the size of a coffin, which is odd for a large house like this. My only concern is the fact that the washing machine shakes so badly that it has knocked things off the back of the toilet in the adjoining powder room. Would the dryer on top help alleviate that or would it cause something to crack in the washing machine? I don't know and after reading the cost of repairs on said machines I'm wary. I think I might have to sign up for extended warranty very very soon. It would be cheaper than labor plus parts.
That and the repair place called about my van. They asked, "You wanted front brakes, right?" Ummmm yeah. They tell me the front brakes look brand new, but the back ones are down to the 25% of their life. So I'm confused. I could've swore that the other place told me front brakes. I'll have to review the inspection report. Anyway, OF COURSE these cost more. Of course. Luckily my drums are fine so it will only cost me a little more than if I had to do all new front brakes plus rotars. I can deal. I hate spending money. I need a job.
Did I tell you that I like money. I keep some in a jar. I have a little, I'd like to add more, that's where getting a job would come in. *sigh*
You're right....nothing is ever easy.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Now THAT is annoying.
On the topic that he likes to discuss, annoying things, Lioux.....check this blog out. Holy crapping annoying!
http://reallynothingtosay.blogspot.com/
Ahhhh to be Six again
Money DOES seem to grow on trees.
Your clothes magically go from the floor to your drawer and in the middle get clean in the process.
Your 2 minute attention span is acceptable.
Dancing badly is considered cute.
You can run around naked in your back yard and not get arrested.
Your clothes don’t ALWAYS have to match.
A great Friday night is one with cartoons and hot fudge sundaes.
Saturday is truly a day off.
A day survived
SAHM Battles
And now I'm wearing a white shirt, so you know what that means? Yep, clutsy day of dropping messy things and narrowly missing spilling it on my shirt. I'll keep that up all day thinking I was successful until I remove it to put it in the hamper only to discover I wasn't all that successful. Then, if I go out in public, I'll wonder when the spot occurred and how sloppy I looked. *sigh* That's battle #1.
Battle #2 is my willpower against that big bucket-o-candy that was left over from attempting to rot the neighborhood kids teeth. I bought full-sized candy bars this year. A bunch of them. I made sure I had enough candy for the number of kids we had last year. Only this year, it rained. A lot. The whole time. We got very few kids. The kids have 2 hours but within about 50 minutes the streets were deserted. I got to talk to my Sicilian neighbor most of the time while hubby lugged the monkeys around begging. But now we're left with the pit of temptation that is chalked full of chocolately goodness. Yum. Damn it! I need to just hand it out to passerbys. This won't help me stay in shape! So that's battle #2. Me, myself and my lovely friend chocolate.
Battle #3 is with two things. Laundry and dishes. No matter how hard I try the hamper and dishwasher never seem to stay empty. The dirty items multiply faster than horny bunnies.
The last battle, battle #4 is that today, on Nickelodeon is an all day Spongebob Squarepants marathon entitled "The Best day ever". Since 8pm last night they began to show the 100 best Spongebob Episodes followed by a new one tonight and concluded with the Spongebob movie, which I can almost quote now. So the last battle is for my sanity. I mean I already quote the show and movie.
Well, enough blogging for a moment. I'm off to battle evil....in my laundry room and kitchen. Pray I keep my shirt clean and untouched by chocolate. *sigh*
Co-bloggers
Lioux & Trainwreck..... I'm sure that you'll remain friends regardless but if there is a chance to still cowork and be happy I hope that happens. Good luck to you both either way. I'm pulling for you both.
Devil/angel
Anyway, he finally settled on a channel and in my peripheral vision I saw him put the remote on his leg. I had the DVD recorder remote and he couldn't see that I did. So all I did was press up channel once. I sat there all innocent, well because I am. (usually hee hee.)
I could see the confused look on his face out of the corner of my eye and it took all my power to not laugh real hard. He was looking from the remote in his hand to the TV and back. Finally he looked over at me and said, 'stop doing that' while laughing.
Ahhhh good times, good times.
On the flip side
Then I read Damnyoudan and I'm bummed. I hate reading you're having a bad time Lioux. Really, I do. [[[hug]]] I hope everything works out for you babe! Feel free to email me, if you want. Regardless, good luck. You're in my thoughts and prayers.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Oops...spoke too soon.
At a commercial I shall sneak up and investigate. Sometimes quiet is scarier than crying.
*sigh*
Random stream of consciousness
My head is feeling better.
The Office was good but not overly funny.
CSI just started and the kids are quiet, so yeah.
Kids didn't have school today and won't have it tomorrow either. So it feels like Saturday night.
Why was my first thought after my headache lifted to get a drink, an alcoholic drink?
That and I'm feeling frisky. GRrrrrrowl. (watch out hubby) LOL.
I need to get on the treadmill tomorrow.
I need to call and get my breaks fixed since hubby won't. I might not have them for much longer.
I'm warm....really really warm.
I hope the fog doesn't return in the morning. :D
*sigh*......*double sigh*
One last "Grail" thought
Interestingly enough in the song "Weird Al" claims to have memorised all of the holy grail "I've memorised holy grail, really well, I'll recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL"
Two funny things linked. That probably makes me a nerdy white girl. LMAO.
Happy mom on a sunny day...
My son had a spectacular review and report card from his teacher and we couldn't be happier. His kindergarten teacher was tough on him so it's wonderful to hear praise of my son in 1st grade. Besides that I was told something I suspected last year: He's advanced. He's doing some math and english at a 2nd grade level and this teacher is encouraging him when the kindergarten teacher told me he wasn't advanced, just disruptive. He was bored then and is challenged now.
I'm a happy mom. Now if I could just beat this migraine. *sigh* Three days of it is enough. It's sunny, that should help, right?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Another "Quest" quote
It's when they're facing the Rabbit of Caerbannog and have pulled out the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch and are reading the instructions. Here it is:
SECOND BROTHER:
"And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu-- "
MAYNARD:
"Skip a bit, Brother. "
SECOND BROTHER:
"And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it."
MAYNARD:
"Amen. "
KNIGHTS:
"Amen. "
The Knights who say Ni!
I was just reminded of a movie that I absolutely LOVE.
Monty Python's "Quest for the Holy Grail". It is one of the funniest things I have ever seen. One of my favorite parts is:
Knight 1: We are now no longer the Knights who say Ni.
Knight 2: NI!
Other Knights: Shh...
Knight 1: We are now the Knights who say... "Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG! Zoom-Boing! Z'nourrwringmm!"s
I also like when they say "We want a Shrubbery." Ahhh so many amusing quotes from that movie. Like this one:
French Soldier: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Arthur: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
French Soldier: No, now go away before I taunt you a second time.
New purchase funny.
Most importantly I went there because our electric dog fence wire has some breaks in it so I had to get connectors for hubby. I laughed my head off because once I found them the name was outrageous. I had to tell hubby I was buying "butt splicers". *dabs eyes* Funny.
Butt Splice
Girl fun in 'men's world'
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE walking through the large National X Home Improvement stores. I love looking at all items, not just girly things but even millwork and lumber, dreaming of projects that I can get hubby to help with. I'm actually capable of doing it alone, lil' ol' 5'-0" me.
My favorite way to cruise around National X Home Improvement store is in a short skirt, nice top, heels and my jingle-jangle purse (it's a purse with tiny reflective metal peaces that sounds like a wind chime when I move.) Men look at me like I'm so freakin' out of place. Then I like to ask a question to a male employee about a project and watch his face as it appears confused that a petite girly girl knows construction. Hee hee. Fun.
On the upside
First off, had a fight with hubby last night over something stupid (surprise surprise) and got the silent treatment until this morning when I apologized. I was kidding around, he didn't think so. *sigh*
The last two days have been smuthered in migraine-city.
But....the kids are gone (calm before the storm) and it's silent. I feel like Smeigel...."My precious. Silence."
On the up side, the sun is shining, my migraine has begun to fade and I have more possible baking orders on the horizon. I strive to be optimistic. (psst, Train Wreck. If I've misspelled anything, feel free to point it out. I'll blame it on my headache. LOL. *smile*)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Mmmmmmmm......chicken.
*blush*
My mom called and said she looked at my blog but she had to go to work today and couldn't read a lot of it. I told her not to worry about it.
Then she said, "That cartoon picture that you have up looks just like you." Awwww mom, *blush* thanks.
Slip sliding away.
Back in college, in Erie...when it would snow (and it did that A LOT) the road crews didn't plow the roads down to the asphalt. They would always leave about a compacted inch of snow on the roads. I don't know if it's to cut down on damaging the roads or what.
What I did know was that my car, the thunderturd (I named her Sally, because what I really wanted was a Mustang. But I was grateful to have the thunderturd), was rear-wheel drive. Yeah. Rear wheel drive. My apartment was on one of the few hills in Erie. Needless to say, I learned how to drive pretty well in snow. Fishtailed A LOT, but learned how to drive.
Jill of all trades
In the meantime I have multiple orders for my baked goods to fill in a few weeks and next week it seems I have an appointment with a client for the Interior Design business I have freelancing. yes, two businesses. As of yet both are doing good but neither are doing great.
I need to revamp my novel and I think I could sell it. But for today I'll just vote and make some draperies. I feel diversified. Now if one could net me some big cash. Last night I won half a million on 'Deal or No Deal' on line. If only it were real!
Monday, November 06, 2006
The best day ever?
World wide web
My brother-in-law shared a humorous and cute story on Saturday night. My parents finally got a computer and today were connected to the internet for the first time ever. In light of that, my brother-in-law shared a story about when his mom got on the internet. He said his mom called after finally getting her internet connected and she was so excited. She said, "Do you know what I'm on?" and he responded, "No, what?" She replied, "I'm on the world wide web! I'm finally on the world wide web!"
He said, without laughing, "That's not what you want, you want the internet, that's what you should have gotten. That's what I have." She was all disappointed and replied, "Awww, all I have is the world wide web. How do I get the internet?"
We laughed hysterically. He's so cruel.
Holy airfare, Batman!
Potpourri post
So the sun is shining, yeah for that. But I'm off to the basement to climb onto the treadmill and punish myself. Hmmm do I lift a bit too? We'll see.
I sent some macaroons and pumpkin roll into hubby's office and the verdict is in: They love them both. They're my baking guinea pigs, samplers would be a nicer term to use. They are also part of my client base and samples make for orders. Suprisingly enough the macaroons are the biggest hit. Hmmm. We'll see if I get orders. I've ordered my boxes and have received some orders, I still feel I need a few more.
Switching gears a bit, one monkey is off to school and I hear the stirring of the second monkey now.
Ahhh, I can deal with anything because the sun is shining, right? Right.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Black and blue, not black & gold
Saturday, November 04, 2006
"Uno" means one, people!
My younger sister once had one of her moments. She's ditzy sometimes. Once she asked, "Why do they call this game "Uno"?" hahahahahaha. Wait, she's serious? Holy sh*t! LOL.
Scary...scarier.
Photo faux pas
A fresh baked morning.
Friday, November 03, 2006
No Whammies, just a phone call please.
I got an e-mail response to my resume to the architectural company that I would love to get a job with. It wasn't a rejection but a statement saying that they recieved my resume and are reviewing it and their employment needs. *fingers crossed* The firm is pretty close by and a big one with many branches. They are a competitor to one of my previous employers.
I hope I get a phone call soon.
No letter, no letters. (No whammies, no whammies. LOL)
The divine Miss Thang
Who does that?
Miss Thang isn't one to "keep up with the Jones'." She is more like "beat out the Jones'." It wouldn't surprise me if she had a designer brand toilet seat. I would expect her to be at the bus stop to tell us the designer name, the style, how much she paid for it and how nice it feels on her a*s. *sigh* I just smile and nod and chat, keeping my thoughts to myself (and my blog. LOL)
Busy little bee
laughter is good medicine
My husband asked me what I had been drinking because I was in such a goofy mood. I dared him to say the words newfangled doodad without laughing. He said it and smiled as I broke out into laughter, causing him to laugh. I said, "See! It made you laugh." Then we broke into the normal discussion of semantics. He said "You made me laugh, not the words." So what, he still laughed.
Yeah, I know. I was in a loopy, goofy mood. We all have those days. I don't care the reason, I needed the laugh and it felt wonderful!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Little pearls of wisdom
”Wal-mart… do they like make walls there? ” Paris Hilton
And folks, this young woman spends more on clothes in one month than we might make in a year. Tell me that's fair?
“Smoking Kills. If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life”. Brooke Shields
Please tell me she didn't REALLY say that?
“It is wonderful to be here in the great state of Chicago”. Dan Quayle, former US Vice-President
Holy crap! This guy couldn't think his way out of a wet paper sack, or spell potato. LOL
"I can honestly say all the bad things that ever happened to me were directly attributed to drugs and alcohol. I mean, I would never urinate at the Alamo at nine o'clock in the morning dressed in a woman's evening dress sober." Ozzie Osbourne
True dat, Ozzie, True dat
"I'm known as this retard . . . I want to grow up. I don't want to be the drunk girl."-- Tara Reid
I can see her plan is working out well for her then. *rolls eyes* (that was for you Lioux. *chuckle*)
"I have a tattoo on my most private part of Mickey and Minnie Mouse involved in a sexual act. It's my sense of humor."-- Janet Jackson
WTF? Apparently Janet's into cartoon porn. Oh, sorry, I mean Miss Jackson (since I'm nasty. You know...how the song goes. "Call me Janet, Miss Jackson if you're nasty. Oh never mind.)
"It's useless to hold a person to anything he says while he's in love, drunk, or running for office."-- Shirley MacLaine
What if he was a drunk in love running for office? Oh wait, they all are. LMAO.