Sorry but this might not be so great....
One year ago...
She left one year ago today. I didn't tell her good-bye, it might not be something I'll every say.
But she still went, she is gone anyway.
She was young, she was beautiful and she was loved. She's gone and will always be missed.
I have this picture in my head of her final days, she hurt I'm sure, and I think she knew it wasn't good. But I see her laying there, all in white...(I think her hair fell out but that is not how I see her) her brown hair with that distinguished slash of gray, looking worn out...tired... as she did when staying up late talking, attempting to solve the worlds problems in front of a fire on her living room couch.
I see her crooked smile, I know she smiled, it came so easy. Even when she carried so much pain, I know that smile was there. Making assurances, cracking jokes...everything would be alright she'd say.
It wasn't...She didn't know she wouldn't see this Christmas or last, she didn't know she'd seen her last pile of snow, she didn't know she was going to go. But she went.
It sucks for the living. But her, she lived.
She fulfilled so many dreams.
Her husband, her daughter, her home, her horse and her family.
I don't think she could or would've asked for anything more.
Except to live that perfect life she lived....
I love you Aunt Jannie
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
What is it about Christmas?
I want to know what it is about this time of year that makes people have a massive sweet tooth?
Yesterday at 8 a.m. Queen Bittie comes to my office and informs me that one of the suppliers has brought us bagels.
Then a little later she comes and tells me that there is candy on the table in the mailroom.
Yesterday at 4:32 p.m. the email went out to everyone on our department...
"There are brownies in the Mailroom."
Missed that one by 32 mins. I leave at 4 p.m. and I haven't checked but I'm pretty sure that there are no more brownies left.
Then at 7:45 a.m. this morning....
"Everyone go and get one of the danishes that Steve brought. They are in the Mailroom"
Next week is "Goodie Week." It is what it sounds like. Everyone brings a desert or snack type thing for the department and we will all graze on the stuff till Christmas. Or it goes bad, whichever comes first.
Not only do we have Goodie Week, one day during Goodie Week, we also have a "Feast Day" where we do a covered dish type lunch for everyone.
So next week I have to bring 2 things into work.
If someone takes our office hostage, or there is some sort of disaster evacuation, you'll find me in the mailroom.
Seriously if I can make it out of this office without gaining weight in the next 2 weeks it really will be a Christmas Miracle.
Scuse me while I go and get some chocolate and a danish for breakfast....
What I didn't have my coffee this morning, chocolate has caffine right?
Yesterday at 8 a.m. Queen Bittie comes to my office and informs me that one of the suppliers has brought us bagels.
Then a little later she comes and tells me that there is candy on the table in the mailroom.
Yesterday at 4:32 p.m. the email went out to everyone on our department...
"There are brownies in the Mailroom."
Missed that one by 32 mins. I leave at 4 p.m. and I haven't checked but I'm pretty sure that there are no more brownies left.
Then at 7:45 a.m. this morning....
"Everyone go and get one of the danishes that Steve brought. They are in the Mailroom"
Next week is "Goodie Week." It is what it sounds like. Everyone brings a desert or snack type thing for the department and we will all graze on the stuff till Christmas. Or it goes bad, whichever comes first.
Not only do we have Goodie Week, one day during Goodie Week, we also have a "Feast Day" where we do a covered dish type lunch for everyone.
So next week I have to bring 2 things into work.
If someone takes our office hostage, or there is some sort of disaster evacuation, you'll find me in the mailroom.
Seriously if I can make it out of this office without gaining weight in the next 2 weeks it really will be a Christmas Miracle.
Scuse me while I go and get some chocolate and a danish for breakfast....
What I didn't have my coffee this morning, chocolate has caffine right?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Things I did not know
Well this isn't a list of things that I did not know previously to today. But there is one thing that I did not know until just now.
Thingamajig is a word.
I know, surprising. But I typed it in to an email and my Outlook did not target it as a misspelled word, leading me to believe that it is actually a word.
This pleases me greatly because for someone having an English/Communications/Journalism college degree I don't speak as well as one should. I say such things as "you guys" (which is better than saying ya'll, which I hate btw {btw means by the way, by the way}).
"Hows come?" is another one that I get made fun of for. And I tend to screw up the whole "i" before "e" except after "c" and before "v"? I'm not sure how it goes actually. I just use spell check when the situation with the i and e arises.
But one other cool thing I didn't know until a few weeks ago...while in a word doc as in Microsoft word...hold down the "ALT" key while pushing a series of numbers on your keypad. For instance hold down ALT and type in 145. There are a ton of them, try it out. I guarantee it'll keep you occupied for at least 5 mins. I don't know how far back that little trick goes but I have MSOffice 2003.
Back to this whole thingamajig thing...
I'm begining to wonder if all the words that I make up will soon become actual words. For instance whatserface, or whatshisface, or also a variation of the two, whatserbuckets name, or whatshisbuckets name.
Will all carbonated drinks become pops?
Is the world slowly developing into sheeple followers of me?
This would work out quite well with my plan to become the dominant world leader, everyone will speak Nettiespeak or Philspeak, Flaire is very excited to become the Secretary of Production of Squeaky Toys. Man this could be so awesome.
In the meantime, I'll keep a lookout for more of Nettiespeak becoming part of mainline society.
Oh I know what would work...I need to get on that show with Paris Hilton...My New BFF or something, and start throwing out the mespeak.
Oh yes, muwahahahahahahahah (evil laugh)
Thingamajig is a word.
I know, surprising. But I typed it in to an email and my Outlook did not target it as a misspelled word, leading me to believe that it is actually a word.
This pleases me greatly because for someone having an English/Communications/Journalism college degree I don't speak as well as one should. I say such things as "you guys" (which is better than saying ya'll, which I hate btw {btw means by the way, by the way}).
"Hows come?" is another one that I get made fun of for. And I tend to screw up the whole "i" before "e" except after "c" and before "v"? I'm not sure how it goes actually. I just use spell check when the situation with the i and e arises.
But one other cool thing I didn't know until a few weeks ago...while in a word doc as in Microsoft word...hold down the "ALT" key while pushing a series of numbers on your keypad. For instance hold down ALT and type in 145. There are a ton of them, try it out. I guarantee it'll keep you occupied for at least 5 mins. I don't know how far back that little trick goes but I have MSOffice 2003.
Back to this whole thingamajig thing...
I'm begining to wonder if all the words that I make up will soon become actual words. For instance whatserface, or whatshisface, or also a variation of the two, whatserbuckets name, or whatshisbuckets name.
Will all carbonated drinks become pops?
Is the world slowly developing into sheeple followers of me?
This would work out quite well with my plan to become the dominant world leader, everyone will speak Nettiespeak or Philspeak, Flaire is very excited to become the Secretary of Production of Squeaky Toys. Man this could be so awesome.
In the meantime, I'll keep a lookout for more of Nettiespeak becoming part of mainline society.
Oh I know what would work...I need to get on that show with Paris Hilton...My New BFF or something, and start throwing out the mespeak.
Oh yes, muwahahahahahahahah (evil laugh)
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Writers Block
So as memeber of livejournal everyday they have this "Writers Block" thing, I guess to help you out if you can't think of anything else to write about and I thought today's was interesting. Well that and I don't have any new poop stories to talk about.
So todays writers block mentioned Kurt Vonnegat's titles, like Slaughterhouse 5, and how great the titles are, so if I were to write a book about my life what would the title be?
Well after not thinking about it for very long I came up with this..."5 Blocks From Gas n' Shop" Mostly becuase much of my childhood had to do with the house in town, which is where I mostly grew up. "5 Blocks from Gas 'n Shop"...and miles from everywhere else.
It really defines my childhood. And it also speaks to where I came from, which has made me who I am today.
When we moved to town, I remember hating it. I loved living on a farm. I loved having room to run around, most of my friends and family lived on farms, and they had and got to do things that we couldn't do anymore.
Of course I grew accustomed to it and found things to do in town that we couldn't do in the country, and one of those things was scrounging up enough change to go down to Gas n Shop to buy a pop.
Gas 'n Shop was the place we hung out at after games, after practice, after conditioning. On Sundays, after mass, we made a run for a pop and a box of Hot Tomales. Its where we met up at when going somewhere else. It was the only place to get a Swiss Roll or a Honey Bun. It was the only place to order a pizza from (cept for Thursday when the Pizza Hut Truck was in town).
I remember renting movies and a VCR from there, back before we ever had one.
And though its not called Gas 'n Shop anymore, I think its a Casey's or something, I still call it Gas 'n Shop and every time I'm home its hard not to make a stop in there. Its hard not to when its the only gig in town.
So todays writers block mentioned Kurt Vonnegat's titles, like Slaughterhouse 5, and how great the titles are, so if I were to write a book about my life what would the title be?
Well after not thinking about it for very long I came up with this..."5 Blocks From Gas n' Shop" Mostly becuase much of my childhood had to do with the house in town, which is where I mostly grew up. "5 Blocks from Gas 'n Shop"...and miles from everywhere else.
It really defines my childhood. And it also speaks to where I came from, which has made me who I am today.
When we moved to town, I remember hating it. I loved living on a farm. I loved having room to run around, most of my friends and family lived on farms, and they had and got to do things that we couldn't do anymore.
Of course I grew accustomed to it and found things to do in town that we couldn't do in the country, and one of those things was scrounging up enough change to go down to Gas n Shop to buy a pop.
Gas 'n Shop was the place we hung out at after games, after practice, after conditioning. On Sundays, after mass, we made a run for a pop and a box of Hot Tomales. Its where we met up at when going somewhere else. It was the only place to get a Swiss Roll or a Honey Bun. It was the only place to order a pizza from (cept for Thursday when the Pizza Hut Truck was in town).
I remember renting movies and a VCR from there, back before we ever had one.
And though its not called Gas 'n Shop anymore, I think its a Casey's or something, I still call it Gas 'n Shop and every time I'm home its hard not to make a stop in there. Its hard not to when its the only gig in town.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Cookies are num num!
I got a wild hair up my ass yesterday and decided to make some cookies. I don't think I've made any since last Christmas.
And I even have one of those super sweet mixers, Kitchenaid...those things are tight. But I digress...but those things are awesome.
So I made the ol staple chocalate chip cookies and boy did I make a lot. I have like 30 or more cookies at my house right now. I'm freezing some.
Nothing better than bringing out some homemade cookies and not have to do the work to enjoy them, like 3 months later. (I'd actually be surprised if they made it that long, but we'll see.)
I normally don't switch things up very much, but this time I used a mixture of chocolate chips and white chocolate chips (both left over from Christmas last year as well) and was pleasantly surprised.
The Hubby isn't much of a fan of chocolate so I made a few batches with just white chocolate then the rest I mixed it all up. The white chocalate doesn't melt as well and regular chocolate chips but still they turned out darn tasty if I do say so myself.
So now I'm prepared to gain about 10lbs. from eating too many cookies. Oh but it'll be worth it.
And I even have one of those super sweet mixers, Kitchenaid...those things are tight. But I digress...but those things are awesome.
So I made the ol staple chocalate chip cookies and boy did I make a lot. I have like 30 or more cookies at my house right now. I'm freezing some.
Nothing better than bringing out some homemade cookies and not have to do the work to enjoy them, like 3 months later. (I'd actually be surprised if they made it that long, but we'll see.)
I normally don't switch things up very much, but this time I used a mixture of chocolate chips and white chocolate chips (both left over from Christmas last year as well) and was pleasantly surprised.
The Hubby isn't much of a fan of chocolate so I made a few batches with just white chocolate then the rest I mixed it all up. The white chocalate doesn't melt as well and regular chocolate chips but still they turned out darn tasty if I do say so myself.
So now I'm prepared to gain about 10lbs. from eating too many cookies. Oh but it'll be worth it.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Can't come fast enough
With 5 days to go until the election of 2008, I thought maybe I’d get a few things off my chest.
I don’t think it’s a secret to anyone who knows me, how I stand on issues and what issues are more important to me.
I actually voted yesterday, great thing about living in a very populated county we can vote early 2 weeks ahead of the election, so no standing in line for me. Early voting is probably the best invention since sliced cheese.
I implore people to visit your county website or find out what is going to be on your ballot before you actually go and vote. Because lets face it, while we all like to hem and haw over the presidential elections, the election that actually matters to you and me, the regular folk, are the local elections.
And not only that but it’s been proven that the popular vote doesn’t win the presidential election anyway.
Most likely you have a senator seat up for election this year. On my ballot there were proposals in relation to my local school district. Also there were Supreme Court and district court judge places up for grabs, tax assessor, county sheriff and railroad commission. These are some of the things that matter.
Especially in Texas, the Supreme Court in Texas currently has a lot of conservative judges on the panel. And unfortunately they are turning over a large amount of judgments in cases decided on by a jury trial. Why? Because they all think the same. Many citizens think that it is a good idea to have judges that lean more to their way of thinking. And with Texas being a very conservative state it’s no wonder this has happened. But actually it is better when there is a balance of judges, some that lean to the left, some that lean to the right and some that can go either way.
We are talking about our civil liberties here; I personally don’t want one group of people deciding what I can or can’t do. I think its much better to have a broad base for thought process; diversity is a good thing, something we should embrace.
And I must add, I just heard this today: Bible Spice, to describe Gov. Palin. I must say that is the funniest thing I’ve heard so far today.
However it is only 10:44 a.m. And I’ve been at work for most of my day…James House just isn’t all that funny at 7 a.m.
I don’t think it’s a secret to anyone who knows me, how I stand on issues and what issues are more important to me.
I actually voted yesterday, great thing about living in a very populated county we can vote early 2 weeks ahead of the election, so no standing in line for me. Early voting is probably the best invention since sliced cheese.
I implore people to visit your county website or find out what is going to be on your ballot before you actually go and vote. Because lets face it, while we all like to hem and haw over the presidential elections, the election that actually matters to you and me, the regular folk, are the local elections.
And not only that but it’s been proven that the popular vote doesn’t win the presidential election anyway.
Most likely you have a senator seat up for election this year. On my ballot there were proposals in relation to my local school district. Also there were Supreme Court and district court judge places up for grabs, tax assessor, county sheriff and railroad commission. These are some of the things that matter.
Especially in Texas, the Supreme Court in Texas currently has a lot of conservative judges on the panel. And unfortunately they are turning over a large amount of judgments in cases decided on by a jury trial. Why? Because they all think the same. Many citizens think that it is a good idea to have judges that lean more to their way of thinking. And with Texas being a very conservative state it’s no wonder this has happened. But actually it is better when there is a balance of judges, some that lean to the left, some that lean to the right and some that can go either way.
We are talking about our civil liberties here; I personally don’t want one group of people deciding what I can or can’t do. I think its much better to have a broad base for thought process; diversity is a good thing, something we should embrace.
And I must add, I just heard this today: Bible Spice, to describe Gov. Palin. I must say that is the funniest thing I’ve heard so far today.
However it is only 10:44 a.m. And I’ve been at work for most of my day…James House just isn’t all that funny at 7 a.m.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wash your hands first!
I'm pissed off at unclean people.
Last week, I'm in the bathroom here at James' house and I'm washing my hands like a good, clean girl, when I notice the other woman in the bathroom with me flushes, zips up and walks straight out of the bathroom.
WITHOUT WASHING HER HANDS!
Touching the very door handle that I have to touch, me with the disinfected and clean hands, to get out of said bathroom.
Then, just now, I'm in the bathroom washing my hands, when the woman who was in there with me pretending not to take a dump, wasting water flushing the toilet a gazillion times and dispenses enough tp to wipe the ass of everyone here in James' house, so as to cover up her farting and poop plopping, finishes up, zips up, walks over to the towel dispenser, pushes the handle (putting her dirty hands all over it) gets some paper and heads to a sink to wash her hands.
So now I have to put my hands on the very dispenser she just put her feces ridden hand on.
Now I know why she did it, so she wouldn't have to touch the dispenser after she had just washed her hands. But seriously I JUST WASHED MY HANDS!
So now I have to do the very thing she didn't want to do, and how does she know everyone does this...grrrrr!
Now I know why Mr. Penney had the foresight to put hand disinfectant OUTSIDE of the pee, disease and feces ridden bathrooms.
People are so dirty.
Last week, I'm in the bathroom here at James' house and I'm washing my hands like a good, clean girl, when I notice the other woman in the bathroom with me flushes, zips up and walks straight out of the bathroom.
WITHOUT WASHING HER HANDS!
Touching the very door handle that I have to touch, me with the disinfected and clean hands, to get out of said bathroom.
Then, just now, I'm in the bathroom washing my hands, when the woman who was in there with me pretending not to take a dump, wasting water flushing the toilet a gazillion times and dispenses enough tp to wipe the ass of everyone here in James' house, so as to cover up her farting and poop plopping, finishes up, zips up, walks over to the towel dispenser, pushes the handle (putting her dirty hands all over it) gets some paper and heads to a sink to wash her hands.
So now I have to put my hands on the very dispenser she just put her feces ridden hand on.
Now I know why she did it, so she wouldn't have to touch the dispenser after she had just washed her hands. But seriously I JUST WASHED MY HANDS!
So now I have to do the very thing she didn't want to do, and how does she know everyone does this...grrrrr!
Now I know why Mr. Penney had the foresight to put hand disinfectant OUTSIDE of the pee, disease and feces ridden bathrooms.
People are so dirty.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Makes Mouths Happy
I have stated before that Twizzlers is probably one of my favorite candies.
I absolutely love licorice.
But I do not like black licorice, at all. I do like black licorice flavored alcoholic drinks, but that is different, entirely different.
So back to Twizzlers...I have to be very specific, I only like the strawberry and cherry flavors of licorice and actually it even gets more specific than that. I like cherry nibs and strawberry twizzlers, two very different thigs with very different flavors.
If I could, I would make a twizzler holiday.
I did some looking and I think licorice has been around for quite some time as the flavor comes from an extract.
I found this on Wikipedia:
Licorice is the root of Glycyrrhiza glabra, from which a sweet flavour can be extracted. The liquorice plant is a legume (related to beans and peas) and native to southern Europe and parts of Asia.
Oh snap I didn't know this:
Excessive consumption of liquorice or liquorice candy is known to be toxic to the liver and cardiovascular system, and may produce hypertension and oedema. There have been occasional cases where blood pressure has increased with excessive consumption of liquorice tea, but such occasions are rare and reversible when the herb is withdrawn. Most cases of hypertension from liquorice were caused by eating too much concentrated liquorice candy. Doses as low as 50g daily for two weeks can cause a significant rise in blood pressure.
But anyway I think that licorice or twizzlers does deserve a holiday as it has been making my mouth happy since like 1985 or so...I think maybe the licorice or twizzler holiday should be celebrated on my birthday and I think Mt. Dew should help sponsor the celebration. As nothing goes better with strawberry twizzlers than Mt. Dew.
I think the activities involved in such a celebration should include free twizzler samples, along with a 20oz of the Dew, an all day "Friends" Marathon, so I can just sit on my couch and suck Dew through Twizzler straws. Sounds like a pretty good day to me. Oh and maybe we could also during the night have a Supernatural marathon as well...in this case you will probably need to take the day after National Twizzler Day off as well, for you will be bloated with Twizzlers and Dew and tired from watching 2 of the best TV shows every thought up.
Twizzler history for those history buffs: (like me)
Y&S Candies, the manufacturers of TWIZZLERS candy, is one of the oldest confectionery firms in the United States. The company was established in 1845 as Young and Smylie and adopted Y&S as its trademark in 1870. National Licorice Company was created in 1902 through the merger of three small firms: Young & Smylie, S.V. & F.P. Schudder and H.W. Petherbridge. The company changed its name to Y&S Candies Inc. in 1968 and was acquired by Hershey Foods in 1977. Today TWIZZLERS candy is available in a variety of flavors and styles. Y&S produces strawberry, true black licorice, cherry, and chocolate flavored licorice-style candy.
Timeline
1845 Young and Smylie confectionery firm is established.
1870 Y&S is adopted as the company trademark.
1902 National Licorice Company established with the merger of Young and Smylie, S.V. & F.P. Schudder and H.W. Petherbridge.
1968 National Licorice Company is renamed Y&S Candies, Inc.
1977 Hershey Foods acquires Y&S Candies, Inc.
YUM In my tum...
I absolutely love licorice.
But I do not like black licorice, at all. I do like black licorice flavored alcoholic drinks, but that is different, entirely different.
So back to Twizzlers...I have to be very specific, I only like the strawberry and cherry flavors of licorice and actually it even gets more specific than that. I like cherry nibs and strawberry twizzlers, two very different thigs with very different flavors.
If I could, I would make a twizzler holiday.
I did some looking and I think licorice has been around for quite some time as the flavor comes from an extract.
I found this on Wikipedia:
Licorice is the root of Glycyrrhiza glabra, from which a sweet flavour can be extracted. The liquorice plant is a legume (related to beans and peas) and native to southern Europe and parts of Asia.
Oh snap I didn't know this:
Excessive consumption of liquorice or liquorice candy is known to be toxic to the liver and cardiovascular system, and may produce hypertension and oedema. There have been occasional cases where blood pressure has increased with excessive consumption of liquorice tea, but such occasions are rare and reversible when the herb is withdrawn. Most cases of hypertension from liquorice were caused by eating too much concentrated liquorice candy. Doses as low as 50g daily for two weeks can cause a significant rise in blood pressure.
But anyway I think that licorice or twizzlers does deserve a holiday as it has been making my mouth happy since like 1985 or so...I think maybe the licorice or twizzler holiday should be celebrated on my birthday and I think Mt. Dew should help sponsor the celebration. As nothing goes better with strawberry twizzlers than Mt. Dew.
I think the activities involved in such a celebration should include free twizzler samples, along with a 20oz of the Dew, an all day "Friends" Marathon, so I can just sit on my couch and suck Dew through Twizzler straws. Sounds like a pretty good day to me. Oh and maybe we could also during the night have a Supernatural marathon as well...in this case you will probably need to take the day after National Twizzler Day off as well, for you will be bloated with Twizzlers and Dew and tired from watching 2 of the best TV shows every thought up.
Twizzler history for those history buffs: (like me)
Y&S Candies, the manufacturers of TWIZZLERS candy, is one of the oldest confectionery firms in the United States. The company was established in 1845 as Young and Smylie and adopted Y&S as its trademark in 1870. National Licorice Company was created in 1902 through the merger of three small firms: Young & Smylie, S.V. & F.P. Schudder and H.W. Petherbridge. The company changed its name to Y&S Candies Inc. in 1968 and was acquired by Hershey Foods in 1977. Today TWIZZLERS candy is available in a variety of flavors and styles. Y&S produces strawberry, true black licorice, cherry, and chocolate flavored licorice-style candy.
Timeline
1845 Young and Smylie confectionery firm is established.
1870 Y&S is adopted as the company trademark.
1902 National Licorice Company established with the merger of Young and Smylie, S.V. & F.P. Schudder and H.W. Petherbridge.
1968 National Licorice Company is renamed Y&S Candies, Inc.
1977 Hershey Foods acquires Y&S Candies, Inc.
YUM In my tum...
Friday, October 10, 2008
Killing babies
I love it when my mom comes home from church and asks me if Obama is for abortion at any time of gestation, from conception to birth, oh and she asks me this during my neice's 3rd birthday party.
I mean isn't this appropriate conversation to be discussing around a bunch of little girls running around in princess outfits?
So I tell her I don't know if he is, its been my understanding that he supports a women's right to choose, he has said he trusts women to make the right decision concerning their health, body and life.
Frankly no I do not think he supports late term abortions, not many do. I told her, I'm sure his wife has never had an abortion and I bet his 2 daughters never have one, and really does it really matter, he's one man?
"Murder is murder and this is one of the worst kinds of murder, it is the only issue that matters." She says.
"Really?" I reply, "Look where voting based on what guy you think goes to church more has gotten us?"
Now let me be clear. I personally don't agree with abortion. I would never have an abortion. Not when there are so many other choices. Especially when my own sister chose life and gave her baby a chance at a life that she couldn't give him.
But on the other hand, I don't really care what a polititian thinks about abortion. I don't use it as an issue that helps me decide whether or not I would vote for a person. I don't think that illegalizing abortion is the answer to stopping abortion. I think that will come with education, making birth control more accessible and making sure women understand that there are other options out there.
I also don't like that pastors and preists are out there preaching politics, telling their congregation how to vote. I think that these people have brains and should be able to make an educated decision without the consultation of their spiritual leader telling them how to think.
OK I'm going to get off my soap box now.
And it isn't even Sunday.
I mean isn't this appropriate conversation to be discussing around a bunch of little girls running around in princess outfits?
So I tell her I don't know if he is, its been my understanding that he supports a women's right to choose, he has said he trusts women to make the right decision concerning their health, body and life.
Frankly no I do not think he supports late term abortions, not many do. I told her, I'm sure his wife has never had an abortion and I bet his 2 daughters never have one, and really does it really matter, he's one man?
"Murder is murder and this is one of the worst kinds of murder, it is the only issue that matters." She says.
"Really?" I reply, "Look where voting based on what guy you think goes to church more has gotten us?"
Now let me be clear. I personally don't agree with abortion. I would never have an abortion. Not when there are so many other choices. Especially when my own sister chose life and gave her baby a chance at a life that she couldn't give him.
But on the other hand, I don't really care what a polititian thinks about abortion. I don't use it as an issue that helps me decide whether or not I would vote for a person. I don't think that illegalizing abortion is the answer to stopping abortion. I think that will come with education, making birth control more accessible and making sure women understand that there are other options out there.
I also don't like that pastors and preists are out there preaching politics, telling their congregation how to vote. I think that these people have brains and should be able to make an educated decision without the consultation of their spiritual leader telling them how to think.
OK I'm going to get off my soap box now.
And it isn't even Sunday.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
It's the list...
I posted a blog earlier in the year about the 10 things I want to do before I die. But I was kinda like "hmmm there are surely more than just 10 things I want to do." And there are....there really are.
So here's the list...in no particular order
1. Learn to play guitar
2. Travel to Europe
3. Meet someone uber famous
4. Run in and finish a marathon
5. Write a book or at least publish what I have
6. Dip my toes in the Atlantic
7. Dip my toes in the Pacific
8. Visit NY City and have one of those hotdogs from the hotdog stands in the street
9. Go to the Grand Canyon
10. Go camping in at least 5 national parks
11. Travel by car, van or RV across the U.S.
12. Be a mother
13. Write a book
14. Solve Mario Galaxy getting all stars
15. Meet at least one member from Blink 182 before their balls are old and wrinkly
16.
So here's the list...in no particular order
1. Learn to play guitar
2. Travel to Europe
3. Meet someone uber famous
4. Run in and finish a marathon
5. Write a book or at least publish what I have
6. Dip my toes in the Atlantic
7. Dip my toes in the Pacific
8. Visit NY City and have one of those hotdogs from the hotdog stands in the street
9. Go to the Grand Canyon
10. Go camping in at least 5 national parks
11. Travel by car, van or RV across the U.S.
12. Be a mother
13. Write a book
14. Solve Mario Galaxy getting all stars
15. Meet at least one member from Blink 182 before their balls are old and wrinkly
16.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Chuck Blocked
I didn't think it could happen, but apparently James Cash has found a way to block Chuck Norris.
I was getting ready to put up a new Chuck fact of the day. (I know its been a long time since I posted one, so calling it Chuck fact of the day isn't really accurate but whatever...)
And the site has been blocked.
Someone might want to notify the CIA, Russian Mafia or something and let them know that James Cash has found a way to block Chuck.
Now I don't know if he could block his round house though...
I was getting ready to put up a new Chuck fact of the day. (I know its been a long time since I posted one, so calling it Chuck fact of the day isn't really accurate but whatever...)
And the site has been blocked.
Someone might want to notify the CIA, Russian Mafia or something and let them know that James Cash has found a way to block Chuck.
Now I don't know if he could block his round house though...
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Ike and I had a great weekend
We went camping this weekend.
And the remnents of Ike came blowing through our campsite early Sunday morning.
It was windy, we got wet, we survived. No big deal.
We saw some pretty sites, we do want to go back and see the fall colors.
The funniest part of the weekend was when we were packing up to go home Sunday morning, a couple of the park's maintenance guys came by to check on things and told us we were their heros. The only ones brave enough to tough it out, and to top it all off, we were in a tent.
That's right Flair Bear, my Hubby and I, we aint no wimps.
And the remnents of Ike came blowing through our campsite early Sunday morning.
It was windy, we got wet, we survived. No big deal.
We saw some pretty sites, we do want to go back and see the fall colors.
The funniest part of the weekend was when we were packing up to go home Sunday morning, a couple of the park's maintenance guys came by to check on things and told us we were their heros. The only ones brave enough to tough it out, and to top it all off, we were in a tent.
That's right Flair Bear, my Hubby and I, we aint no wimps.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Remembering 9/11
This date has become one of those dates in our lives when people ask, "so where were you on 9/11?"
Like how everyone remembers where they were when JFK was shot. And its true it is a day that I will never forget, that day is very clear in my mind. And it was a day that changed my life forever.
I was living with my parents in C-Town, it was the summer after I graduated from WSC.
The morning started off like any other day, I was up at 6 a.m. went for a walk with Ang, then a run, went home had breakfast then took my nap.
Then the phone started ringing off the hook. I thought it was the fax machine that sometimes called our house so I tried to ignore it. After several obvious call backs I decided to pull my arse out of bed and answer it. It was my mom.
"What are you doing."
"Nothing, just fishing," trying to hide the fact that I had just woken up.
"Well turn on the T.V."
"OK, What channel?"
"It doesn't matter." She said with a little bit of frustration in her voice.
I turned it on and sat dumbfounded...for it was on every station. The look on my face was a look that kept repeating itself throughout the day. It was the look on everyone's face as they tried to come to grips with the loss of life and the fact that we had been attacked on our own soil.
I don't know what station I was watching, but I sat glued to it for the rest of the morning and throughout the rest of the day.
I had to work at the bar that night, and on the way I noticed people lined up outside Gas n' Shop to fill up with gas, there was such a sense of fear covering everyone for a few days following the attacks.
At the bar, it was like a ghost tavern. Usually it is slow when I first go in at 5 p.m. but that day it stayed slow, and it wasn't so much that there weren't any customers its just that those that did come in, ordered their beer, and sat staring at the TV. Its so strange that a lot of my memories are of people staring at somber images in a television screen.
For a few days it was almost like people were afraid to laugh.
There were stories of old men, lining up outside of Army, Navy & Marine recruiting offices, ready to sign up and punish whoever it was who did this to our country.
I was actually in line to join before the attacks and I then deftly got out of line after the attacks.
If it weren't for a phone call from my Aunt Jannie, who knows where I'd be. It all works out in the end, and as I always say, everything happens for a reason. I guess you can call me a coward, I'll take that.
Why did 9/11 happen to our country, I'm not going to answer that even if I knew the answer. But our country did change afterwards, If only we had better leadership at the helm who knows where we would've gone, I don't believe our journey after 9/11 is quite over.
So what do you remember about that day? (Leave a comment)
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
An Olympic Hangover
I must say that volleyball is probably one of my favorite sports to watch, whether live or on TV. It also happens to be one of my favorite sports to play. I do like watching football as well, but volleyball tends to be quicker and keeps you on the edge of your seat, like ALL THE TIME.
The last 2 nights I've stayed up late (late for me is 11 p.m.) to watch May and Walsh win the Women's Gold in Beach Volleyball and last night I watched Dalhausser and Rogers win the Men's Gold in Beach Volleyball. It was mother efin awesome. Loved it.
However I do have say I've got that Olympic Hangover that everyone has been talking about, staying up past our bedtimes in order to watch live events in Bejing China. Making work suck the next day.
It does however piss me off a little bit, when the announcers make excuses for the way the players play.
"Oh Rogers missed that set, but that ball is probably pretty wet coming off of Dalhausser's arms, just slipped through his hands too much..." and "Oh May missed that one, with this rain coming down the ball just slipped off her arm..."
I'm sorry but that is not how it works. Rogers carried the ball plain and simple he was trying to guide the set a little too much to get it to his partner and he carried it plain and simple.
I just thought it was funny how many errors were caused because the heat was causing the players to sweat extensively and they weren't able to have control over the ball. I'm a sweater, I know as well as anyone, that excuse is bs.
And the rain making a bump go ary I'm sorry probably not the reason, she missed the pass because she wasn't lined up, she wasn't completly behind the ball and had no control over it. The only excuse they had for missing stuff in the rain is ya the spikes becuase they are looking up into the rain when they hit, same thing with the block but actually not as much with the block.
But enough ranting about that, on to the 4x100 relay.
I must say pathetic.
I have been pretty dissapointed in the American athletes in the track and field events. Normally track and field is all about the USA. Not so much this year.
We did sweep the men's 400 meters but that was about the only highlight from Fridays events (Bejing Time, Thursday night here) That freakin 400 relay pissed me off to no end.
Both the men and the women's teams were disqualified. Both teams dropped the baton on the last pass, just 100 meters to go to make it into the finals. USA has never missed the finals of an Olympic 400 meter relay since the relay's inception in like 1928. That is pretty pathetic.
Its like all they had to do was get that thing around the track and they were in, the runners are fast enough they would've qualified even if the lead runner looked back to grab the baton (not normal procedure)
And the women had to of known that the men had been dsq so why didn't they say to themselves "get this thing around the track even if you have to stop to put it in my hands." I don't know, I just know it sucked.
Sucked mostly for them I'm sure, becuase thier olympic dream was shattered before they even got a chance to create it.
I'm holding out hope for the 4x400 relay thought since the USA went 1,2,3 in the men's 400. I'm expecting gold in that too, unless someone screws it up.
The last 2 nights I've stayed up late (late for me is 11 p.m.) to watch May and Walsh win the Women's Gold in Beach Volleyball and last night I watched Dalhausser and Rogers win the Men's Gold in Beach Volleyball. It was mother efin awesome. Loved it.
However I do have say I've got that Olympic Hangover that everyone has been talking about, staying up past our bedtimes in order to watch live events in Bejing China. Making work suck the next day.
It does however piss me off a little bit, when the announcers make excuses for the way the players play.
"Oh Rogers missed that set, but that ball is probably pretty wet coming off of Dalhausser's arms, just slipped through his hands too much..." and "Oh May missed that one, with this rain coming down the ball just slipped off her arm..."
I'm sorry but that is not how it works. Rogers carried the ball plain and simple he was trying to guide the set a little too much to get it to his partner and he carried it plain and simple.
I just thought it was funny how many errors were caused because the heat was causing the players to sweat extensively and they weren't able to have control over the ball. I'm a sweater, I know as well as anyone, that excuse is bs.
And the rain making a bump go ary I'm sorry probably not the reason, she missed the pass because she wasn't lined up, she wasn't completly behind the ball and had no control over it. The only excuse they had for missing stuff in the rain is ya the spikes becuase they are looking up into the rain when they hit, same thing with the block but actually not as much with the block.
But enough ranting about that, on to the 4x100 relay.
I must say pathetic.
I have been pretty dissapointed in the American athletes in the track and field events. Normally track and field is all about the USA. Not so much this year.
We did sweep the men's 400 meters but that was about the only highlight from Fridays events (Bejing Time, Thursday night here) That freakin 400 relay pissed me off to no end.
Both the men and the women's teams were disqualified. Both teams dropped the baton on the last pass, just 100 meters to go to make it into the finals. USA has never missed the finals of an Olympic 400 meter relay since the relay's inception in like 1928. That is pretty pathetic.
Its like all they had to do was get that thing around the track and they were in, the runners are fast enough they would've qualified even if the lead runner looked back to grab the baton (not normal procedure)
And the women had to of known that the men had been dsq so why didn't they say to themselves "get this thing around the track even if you have to stop to put it in my hands." I don't know, I just know it sucked.
Sucked mostly for them I'm sure, becuase thier olympic dream was shattered before they even got a chance to create it.
I'm holding out hope for the 4x400 relay thought since the USA went 1,2,3 in the men's 400. I'm expecting gold in that too, unless someone screws it up.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Uninteresting deep thoughts
I just got done reading this blog and I thought “Wow, she brings up a good question.” How well do we know each other?
How many of us hide who we truly are? How many of us are not the same person behind closed doors? How many of us put on faces?
Not counting Mr. Vasey or my close relatives, I have like 6 people I would consider very close friends. People I talk to on a regular basis, people who have been through my own self inflicted hells with me and back again. They know me … pretty well I think, but then again I think, how well? I don’t know.
Each of us carries with us a bit of self-centeredness that I think may keep us from knowing everything about a person. That self-centeredness sort of makes us not really care about the other person, like we don’t care enough to know all the details. That mixed with the combination of not sharing everything about ones life can lead to an abundance of secrets, the kind of secrets that generally only come out when one is drunk or half way to sleep. And neither person remembers the secrets the next day, or are too scared to talk about them.
In high school, one of my best friends was my next door neighbor. From door to door, I could run to her house in less than 30 seconds. When her mom grounded her, which happened a lot (for no apparent reason sometimes) I would smuggle a walkie-talkie to her and I would sit on the curb and talk to her from her bedroom. Her mom saw what I was doing one night and she thwarted our walkie talkie rendezvous from that point on. Can’t fault us for trying though.
We were best friends from the day she moved in, I think I was in the third or fourth grade and she was a year ahead of me in school. We played Barbie’s, rode our bikes around the hood, talked to boys on the phone and she tried to teach me how to drive a stick-shift.
As we got older I knew she was depressed, she was a beautiful girl, but had low self-esteem. Her usual mode was to cut her wrists never enough to really hurt herself, but enough to draw attention.
When I was a junior in high school, I remember her name being mentioned over the loud speaker in the morning as an absence for the day. We were a small enough school that’s how they let the teachers know, that a student wouldn’t be in class for that day. I remember thinking it was strange because I was at her house the night before. We watched 90210, and I remember she said something about how she didn’t think Tori Spelling was really all that pretty. I agreed with her. We chatted some more, then I had to leave.
I wasn’t living at my parents house at the time, as it was gutted from a remodeling project so Treebee and I were staying with our grandparents out on the farm. She seemed normal that night, I wouldn’t say anything out of the ordinary. I didn’t see any signs. Or did I not care to see the signs?
My teacher, Mrs. Hoffman, knew Heather and I were good friends; she pulled me aside and told me what had happened. Apparently Heather had tried to commit suicide the night before, she was in the hospital, she tried to OD. Her mom found her up in her room surrounded by piles of her own vomit. And I was the last friend to see her before she decided to swallow a bottle Tylenol. (I don’t think she knew that it wouldn’t necessarily kill her, she hoped, though it did fuck up her liver)
The doctors weren’t sure how her liver was going to fair; she was on sketchy ground for a while. I remember being pissed her mother didn’t tell me, but I think the whole family was embarrassed. In a small town news travels fast and bad news travels even faster. They knew everyone was talking about them. And I’m sure, worried about their daughter, they were trying to protect her as much as they could.
When I went to see her at the hospital, she again seemed fine. She didn’t talk about it, and honestly I don’t recall ever talking about it with her. I don’t know if she got the help she needed or not. She of course survived and has three beautiful children, so she did overcome.
But I guess it brings me back to my point, I knew her, I was with her. I really think she hoped to do the job that night and I didn’t know.
I’m so glad she has succeeded in life, and I’m also glad she failed in taking it.
How many of us hide who we truly are? How many of us are not the same person behind closed doors? How many of us put on faces?
Not counting Mr. Vasey or my close relatives, I have like 6 people I would consider very close friends. People I talk to on a regular basis, people who have been through my own self inflicted hells with me and back again. They know me … pretty well I think, but then again I think, how well? I don’t know.
Each of us carries with us a bit of self-centeredness that I think may keep us from knowing everything about a person. That self-centeredness sort of makes us not really care about the other person, like we don’t care enough to know all the details. That mixed with the combination of not sharing everything about ones life can lead to an abundance of secrets, the kind of secrets that generally only come out when one is drunk or half way to sleep. And neither person remembers the secrets the next day, or are too scared to talk about them.
In high school, one of my best friends was my next door neighbor. From door to door, I could run to her house in less than 30 seconds. When her mom grounded her, which happened a lot (for no apparent reason sometimes) I would smuggle a walkie-talkie to her and I would sit on the curb and talk to her from her bedroom. Her mom saw what I was doing one night and she thwarted our walkie talkie rendezvous from that point on. Can’t fault us for trying though.
We were best friends from the day she moved in, I think I was in the third or fourth grade and she was a year ahead of me in school. We played Barbie’s, rode our bikes around the hood, talked to boys on the phone and she tried to teach me how to drive a stick-shift.
As we got older I knew she was depressed, she was a beautiful girl, but had low self-esteem. Her usual mode was to cut her wrists never enough to really hurt herself, but enough to draw attention.
When I was a junior in high school, I remember her name being mentioned over the loud speaker in the morning as an absence for the day. We were a small enough school that’s how they let the teachers know, that a student wouldn’t be in class for that day. I remember thinking it was strange because I was at her house the night before. We watched 90210, and I remember she said something about how she didn’t think Tori Spelling was really all that pretty. I agreed with her. We chatted some more, then I had to leave.
I wasn’t living at my parents house at the time, as it was gutted from a remodeling project so Treebee and I were staying with our grandparents out on the farm. She seemed normal that night, I wouldn’t say anything out of the ordinary. I didn’t see any signs. Or did I not care to see the signs?
My teacher, Mrs. Hoffman, knew Heather and I were good friends; she pulled me aside and told me what had happened. Apparently Heather had tried to commit suicide the night before, she was in the hospital, she tried to OD. Her mom found her up in her room surrounded by piles of her own vomit. And I was the last friend to see her before she decided to swallow a bottle Tylenol. (I don’t think she knew that it wouldn’t necessarily kill her, she hoped, though it did fuck up her liver)
The doctors weren’t sure how her liver was going to fair; she was on sketchy ground for a while. I remember being pissed her mother didn’t tell me, but I think the whole family was embarrassed. In a small town news travels fast and bad news travels even faster. They knew everyone was talking about them. And I’m sure, worried about their daughter, they were trying to protect her as much as they could.
When I went to see her at the hospital, she again seemed fine. She didn’t talk about it, and honestly I don’t recall ever talking about it with her. I don’t know if she got the help she needed or not. She of course survived and has three beautiful children, so she did overcome.
But I guess it brings me back to my point, I knew her, I was with her. I really think she hoped to do the job that night and I didn’t know.
I’m so glad she has succeeded in life, and I’m also glad she failed in taking it.
I'm roofing my house
Ok so I'm not. But I do have shingles.
It sort of baffels me. Here I am, a pretty healthy 31 year old. I have only been on 1 antibiotic in about 20 years. I don't have cancer (that I'm aware of) I don't have HIV/AIDS (that I'm aware of) I'm not over 60 and frankly I'm not stressed out, so why the hell do I keep getting it?
The other 2 times I feel were explained by the stress that I was under those made at least a little sense to me, but this time ... not so much.
Grrrrr
Well this much is true, I'm a little tired today after getting free food and booze at a baseball game last night and not going to bed till after midnight.
I really need to think about going to bed at a decent time at some point.
It sort of baffels me. Here I am, a pretty healthy 31 year old. I have only been on 1 antibiotic in about 20 years. I don't have cancer (that I'm aware of) I don't have HIV/AIDS (that I'm aware of) I'm not over 60 and frankly I'm not stressed out, so why the hell do I keep getting it?
The other 2 times I feel were explained by the stress that I was under those made at least a little sense to me, but this time ... not so much.
Grrrrr
Well this much is true, I'm a little tired today after getting free food and booze at a baseball game last night and not going to bed till after midnight.
I really need to think about going to bed at a decent time at some point.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Going Ol' Skool
I got to thinking about some of my favorite movies while growing up.
Now these are those movies that I would never say are the best movies ever. That list would be very hard for me, and most of the movies on that list would probably be more recent movies.
No this list is going to be those movies that were more of a staple for the young 80's - 90's youth. I'm sure there were some criticaly acclaimed movies in the late 80's early 90's, but these aren't them.
Pretty Woman - This is great becuase Julia Roberts and Richard Gere were in it and I loved those 2 when I was about 16, but also you know this film is great when you can walk up to just about any woman and ask her for a line from the movie and without hesitation she'll give one to you....my favorite "You should go for him. You look hot tonight. Don't take less than $100. Call me when you're through. Take care of you"
Breakfast Club - Nothing is better than watching Molly Ringwald apply lipstick with her clevage...awesome. Principal Vernon "The next time I have to come in here I'm crackin' skulls." That guy was such a douche bag.
Can't Buy Me Love - Has to probably be in the top 2 for me. This is a classic I wanted to be Cindy Mancini so bad. She had the cool Rabbit VW, cheerleader. What was even better is, this movie as on all the time on like TBS or something.
Beaches - This was the first movie I ever cried in. "Now and Then" was the last. I don't really cry at movies.
Drop Dead Fred - Thank God for this movie. It saved me one summer of babysitting.
Ace Ventura Pet Detective - Reeheheheheeeeaaaaalllly. Actually AVPD might be on my all time top ten list. Yes I know my standards aren't very high. Loved this movie. And hey Dan Marino was in it. This movie has some of the best quotes and I still use some of them today.
-If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer.
-Well, I'm not really ready for a relationship, Lois, but thank you for asking. Hey, maybe I'll give you a call sometime. Your number's still 911? All righty then.
-Captain's Log, stardate 23.9, rounded off to the... nearest decimal point. We've... traveled back in time to save an ancient species from... total annihilation. SO FAR... no... signs of aquatic life, but I'm going to find it. If I have to tear this universe another black hole, I'm going to find it. I've... GOT TO, MISTER
-Why do you care about Snowflake? Do you know him? Does he call you at home? Do you have a dorsal fin? To train ze dolphin you must zink like ze dolphin! You must be getting inside ze dolphin's head. I am saying to Snowflake, "Akay!... Akay Akay Akay?" und he is saying "AKay Akay!" und he is up on ze tail "Eeeeeeeeee!" und you can quote him!
-Holy Testicle Tuesday
-I came to confess. I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll.
I actually used to perform those last few for friends and family whenever I felt the urge. A bit of my middle child syndrome coming out I guess, always trying to be the center of attention. I think I still have my Authentic Pet Detective Card somewhere. I really should find it, could be a career to fall back on.
Now these are those movies that I would never say are the best movies ever. That list would be very hard for me, and most of the movies on that list would probably be more recent movies.
No this list is going to be those movies that were more of a staple for the young 80's - 90's youth. I'm sure there were some criticaly acclaimed movies in the late 80's early 90's, but these aren't them.
Pretty Woman - This is great becuase Julia Roberts and Richard Gere were in it and I loved those 2 when I was about 16, but also you know this film is great when you can walk up to just about any woman and ask her for a line from the movie and without hesitation she'll give one to you....my favorite "You should go for him. You look hot tonight. Don't take less than $100. Call me when you're through. Take care of you"
Breakfast Club - Nothing is better than watching Molly Ringwald apply lipstick with her clevage...awesome. Principal Vernon "The next time I have to come in here I'm crackin' skulls." That guy was such a douche bag.
Can't Buy Me Love - Has to probably be in the top 2 for me. This is a classic I wanted to be Cindy Mancini so bad. She had the cool Rabbit VW, cheerleader. What was even better is, this movie as on all the time on like TBS or something.
Beaches - This was the first movie I ever cried in. "Now and Then" was the last. I don't really cry at movies.
Drop Dead Fred - Thank God for this movie. It saved me one summer of babysitting.
Ace Ventura Pet Detective - Reeheheheheeeeaaaaalllly. Actually AVPD might be on my all time top ten list. Yes I know my standards aren't very high. Loved this movie. And hey Dan Marino was in it. This movie has some of the best quotes and I still use some of them today.
-If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer.
-Well, I'm not really ready for a relationship, Lois, but thank you for asking. Hey, maybe I'll give you a call sometime. Your number's still 911? All righty then.
-Captain's Log, stardate 23.9, rounded off to the... nearest decimal point. We've... traveled back in time to save an ancient species from... total annihilation. SO FAR... no... signs of aquatic life, but I'm going to find it. If I have to tear this universe another black hole, I'm going to find it. I've... GOT TO, MISTER
-Why do you care about Snowflake? Do you know him? Does he call you at home? Do you have a dorsal fin? To train ze dolphin you must zink like ze dolphin! You must be getting inside ze dolphin's head. I am saying to Snowflake, "Akay!... Akay Akay Akay?" und he is saying "AKay Akay!" und he is up on ze tail "Eeeeeeeeee!" und you can quote him!
-Holy Testicle Tuesday
-I came to confess. I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll.
I actually used to perform those last few for friends and family whenever I felt the urge. A bit of my middle child syndrome coming out I guess, always trying to be the center of attention. I think I still have my Authentic Pet Detective Card somewhere. I really should find it, could be a career to fall back on.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Paralysis
So I didn't mention this to a lot of people, becuase I figured everything would be fine. And it was.
My father had surgery on his neck last Friday. Right before he went on his camping trip to Canada he started losing the feeling in his right arm, and by the end of the trip he couldn't feel nor move his right arm. So he came home, saw the doctor and had surgery.
Now there are a couple of things about his that leave a person just shaking their head.
1. My father has actually been having problems for three years, he was going to have something done a long time ago, but for some odd reason he kept putting it off, until it got so bad that he may not have full use of his arm again.
Now you might feel sorry for him (or you may not) but also what I find interesting (interesting about my dad that is) is that this is the second time he has done this. He doesn't have full use of his foot becuase he let a pinched nerve go for too long and he walks with a limp. So why did he wait so long?
2. If he was feeling something going on before why did he not get to a doctor right away. Well I guess going fishing is more important than losing limbs...I know it is more important than his daughters wedding (oh but I digress, and my mom admitted that it was her fault anyway, but I'm still going to bring it up)
So this is just a reminder to me in my old age not to let things go I guess. Because I hate the doctor. No I serioulsy hate the doctor. I only go to my girly doctor, that's it. And doing that raises my blood pressure and anxiety so much that she thinks I'm on my death bed when I walk through her door.
Forgive me though I don't like getting my cooch looked at and my boobs rubbed by strange people, and I definitaly have huge issues peeing in a cup.
But evidently he is able to make a fist now, so he should get the use back.
My father had surgery on his neck last Friday. Right before he went on his camping trip to Canada he started losing the feeling in his right arm, and by the end of the trip he couldn't feel nor move his right arm. So he came home, saw the doctor and had surgery.
Now there are a couple of things about his that leave a person just shaking their head.
1. My father has actually been having problems for three years, he was going to have something done a long time ago, but for some odd reason he kept putting it off, until it got so bad that he may not have full use of his arm again.
Now you might feel sorry for him (or you may not) but also what I find interesting (interesting about my dad that is) is that this is the second time he has done this. He doesn't have full use of his foot becuase he let a pinched nerve go for too long and he walks with a limp. So why did he wait so long?
2. If he was feeling something going on before why did he not get to a doctor right away. Well I guess going fishing is more important than losing limbs...I know it is more important than his daughters wedding (oh but I digress, and my mom admitted that it was her fault anyway, but I'm still going to bring it up)
So this is just a reminder to me in my old age not to let things go I guess. Because I hate the doctor. No I serioulsy hate the doctor. I only go to my girly doctor, that's it. And doing that raises my blood pressure and anxiety so much that she thinks I'm on my death bed when I walk through her door.
Forgive me though I don't like getting my cooch looked at and my boobs rubbed by strange people, and I definitaly have huge issues peeing in a cup.
But evidently he is able to make a fist now, so he should get the use back.
Good Pussy Cleans
Ok this will be the end of animal stories for a little bit, but I thought of this while writing yesterday’s and decided it deserved to be told as well.
Niner and I adopted two kitties. Mine was named Doogie (after Doogie Houser MD) and hers was named Cheeto, because he was orange like a Cheeto.
Our cats were really a pain in the arse. They weren’t neutered yet so they sprayed all over the house and our house smelled like shit and cat piss a lot of the time. They were a bit adventurous and likened to being escape artists as well.
Our house was a 2 story house and they had tore out a hole in the screen window upstairs and were jumping out of it to escape the house. So yes, kitties can fall 2 stories and live, ours did it all the time.
The best thing about our cats that we learned is that they are very proficient at cleaning up food.
Niner and I got pretty drunk one night, and yes I know it was naughty but we decided to drive to Mexico for some nachos. (No not the country Mexico, we called Texaco, Mexico because they had a tasty little Mexican food bar you could order from damn near all hours of the night, worked wonders on my waistline)
So we went to Mexico for some burritos and nachos, and I’m driving home, when Niner the klutz, spills her nachos everywhere. We are talking nacho cheese, jalapeños, meat, sour cream all over my car dash, upholstery, consol ect. It was a mess.
We got home and I was trying to clean it out before it got sundried by the morning heat the next day, when Niner comes out of the house, she’s just a bit tipsy when she says, “Why should we have to clean out the car when we have these…” and from behind her back she pulls out Cheeto and Doogie.
I laughed I couldn’t believe she was serious. But she was. We rolled up the windows, threw the cats in and closed the door. We went inside the house ate our burritos, probably drank a beer or two, then went back out and checked on our little spot cleaners.
The car was immaculate, not a spot of cheese in site. Their little tongues were working double time as though we hadn’t fed them in a week. I was also too drunk to be too worried about how the litter box would smell for the next day or two, what was important is, those 2 little guys cleaned that car out way better than I or God knows Niner ever would have been able to.
Bitch never did clean the puke off of my car, had to finally do that myself. Or wait was it K-Dog (my other roommate) that puked out my car….eh, they probably both did at one time.
Niner and I adopted two kitties. Mine was named Doogie (after Doogie Houser MD) and hers was named Cheeto, because he was orange like a Cheeto.
Our cats were really a pain in the arse. They weren’t neutered yet so they sprayed all over the house and our house smelled like shit and cat piss a lot of the time. They were a bit adventurous and likened to being escape artists as well.
Our house was a 2 story house and they had tore out a hole in the screen window upstairs and were jumping out of it to escape the house. So yes, kitties can fall 2 stories and live, ours did it all the time.
The best thing about our cats that we learned is that they are very proficient at cleaning up food.
Niner and I got pretty drunk one night, and yes I know it was naughty but we decided to drive to Mexico for some nachos. (No not the country Mexico, we called Texaco, Mexico because they had a tasty little Mexican food bar you could order from damn near all hours of the night, worked wonders on my waistline)
So we went to Mexico for some burritos and nachos, and I’m driving home, when Niner the klutz, spills her nachos everywhere. We are talking nacho cheese, jalapeños, meat, sour cream all over my car dash, upholstery, consol ect. It was a mess.
We got home and I was trying to clean it out before it got sundried by the morning heat the next day, when Niner comes out of the house, she’s just a bit tipsy when she says, “Why should we have to clean out the car when we have these…” and from behind her back she pulls out Cheeto and Doogie.
I laughed I couldn’t believe she was serious. But she was. We rolled up the windows, threw the cats in and closed the door. We went inside the house ate our burritos, probably drank a beer or two, then went back out and checked on our little spot cleaners.
The car was immaculate, not a spot of cheese in site. Their little tongues were working double time as though we hadn’t fed them in a week. I was also too drunk to be too worried about how the litter box would smell for the next day or two, what was important is, those 2 little guys cleaned that car out way better than I or God knows Niner ever would have been able to.
Bitch never did clean the puke off of my car, had to finally do that myself. Or wait was it K-Dog (my other roommate) that puked out my car….eh, they probably both did at one time.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Chuck Fact: Peeing the bed
A high tide means Chuck Norris is flying over your coast. The tide is caused by God pissing his pants.
I was babysitting for somebody once and spent the night over at their house because I was going to be watching the kids the whole weekend. While sleeping I had a dream that I got up went to the bathroom and all, well I woke up in the morning and realized I had actually wet the bed.
Luckily since they still had young kids they did happen to have one of these plastic protectors on the bed to keep the pee on the mattress, but they had one of those foam egg crate things that I ended up peeing on. So the whole next day I spent cleaning the sheets and spraying down the bed to keep anything from smelling like piss.
Peed my pants one other time as an adult as well.
I came back to my dorm room, my freshman year in college and was so drunk, I rationalized peeing the bed as to getting up and actually walking down the hall to the bathroom.
In my drunk head that night, it seemed like the best idea, not such a great idea the next day….
I was babysitting for somebody once and spent the night over at their house because I was going to be watching the kids the whole weekend. While sleeping I had a dream that I got up went to the bathroom and all, well I woke up in the morning and realized I had actually wet the bed.
Luckily since they still had young kids they did happen to have one of these plastic protectors on the bed to keep the pee on the mattress, but they had one of those foam egg crate things that I ended up peeing on. So the whole next day I spent cleaning the sheets and spraying down the bed to keep anything from smelling like piss.
Peed my pants one other time as an adult as well.
I came back to my dorm room, my freshman year in college and was so drunk, I rationalized peeing the bed as to getting up and actually walking down the hall to the bathroom.
In my drunk head that night, it seemed like the best idea, not such a great idea the next day….
Monday, August 4, 2008
Going to the farm
I used to have a cat when I was a kid, her name was Cuddles. She was a calico cat and we all liked her. And she got along well with my dog Fluffy.
I think Cuddles liked me, even though I almost killed her once. She was one of those cats that were always under you feet, well I was messing around one day and she was following me around as usual, and the day ended with Cuddles being put on a weeks worth of bed rest.
How it all happened was fairly innocent, but I felt like the fattest person ever after it happened.
We had this railing on the back porch that protected people from falling down the basement stairs. The railing was made of wood and was pretty solid, and I leaned on it and brought my feet up off the floor talking to whoever it was that went downstairs to the basement. When I hopped down off the railing little Cuddles ran under my feet and I landed on her and crushed her.
Oh the agony she must’ve been in…Oh the little pussy, she lived, but like I said, we had to make her this makeshift bed thing that would keep her from moving around she broke like her pelvis and some ribs or something. Or rather I broke her pelvis and some ribs.
She went on to even have a litter of kitties. She was a tough little pussy.
However once she had the kitties, my mom decided to ship her and her kitties off to the farm. (Now we really did ship her off to the farm, since we did know people that had farms) But now that I think about it, maybe my mom did have them all killed, cuz she said that as soon as she dropped Cuddles off she just took off and ran away, and no one has seen her. Ya I bet no one has seen her….
Being a kind of rural farm type of family I am actually a bit surprised by how willing my mom has been to take our family pets to the vet.
First there was Cuddles, then a few years later on Christmas Eve, came Fluffy.
Fluffy was a wondering dog, we never put her on a leash. She came inside at night and slept under my bed. We just called her name and sooner or later she would come running.
She had tags but no one ever had to call us, as she always came home.
We, as in my whole family, were spending Christmas Eve as we normally spent all Christmas Eves. We were at my G-ma Wittes house. Shortly after we got there the phone rang, it was my other Grandparents, informing my Dad that Fluffy had been hit by a car.
I was pretty upset, crying hysterically, because Dorkus (my brother) was on his way back into town to pick up Fluffy and take him out to shoot her, put her out of her misery.
See this is what normally happens when an animal gets hurt. You put them out of their misery. You don’t take them to the vet. But for some strange reason, maybe it was my hysterics or maybe my Mom just got in the Christmas Spirit, she let us save Fluffy and take her to the vet. Thing is, I had to stop my brother from taking her out to shoot her.
My sister, Ang and I jumped in a car and took off to catch Dorkus, we found him on his way out with Fluffy by his side, he was crying. Fluffy was really his dog, that’s why he wanted to be the one to take care of her. We informed him that we could take her to the vet, we could save her.
So we took her to the vet and she just needed some stitches, I think she may have broken some bones, but again we made up our makeshift bed and kept Fluffy on bed rest for a few days then she was fine.
I don’t know if it was from the surgery or if she was always like this, but she had this way of wagging her tail that she kinda would get so excited that she’d bring her ass to one side, wagging her tail furiously like she couldn’t control it.
And again Mom struck.
When we were remodeling our house, Treebee and I had to stay out at G-Pa and G-Ma Wittes house. While there Mom took Fluffy to the Humane Society. (Pet Pound) She thought we wouldn’t notice since she claims she was the only one that took care of her. (Well of course she was, Treebee and I weren’t even there) So she dropped her off, without asking us, or furthermore without even telling us she did.
We came by one weekend and asked “Hey Mom, where’s Fluffy”Let me tell ya took her a long time to answer that one. (I’m still pretty bitter about it)
Guess she didn’t want Fluffy messing up her new carpets….Ya, I know….
I think Cuddles liked me, even though I almost killed her once. She was one of those cats that were always under you feet, well I was messing around one day and she was following me around as usual, and the day ended with Cuddles being put on a weeks worth of bed rest.
How it all happened was fairly innocent, but I felt like the fattest person ever after it happened.
We had this railing on the back porch that protected people from falling down the basement stairs. The railing was made of wood and was pretty solid, and I leaned on it and brought my feet up off the floor talking to whoever it was that went downstairs to the basement. When I hopped down off the railing little Cuddles ran under my feet and I landed on her and crushed her.
Oh the agony she must’ve been in…Oh the little pussy, she lived, but like I said, we had to make her this makeshift bed thing that would keep her from moving around she broke like her pelvis and some ribs or something. Or rather I broke her pelvis and some ribs.
She went on to even have a litter of kitties. She was a tough little pussy.
However once she had the kitties, my mom decided to ship her and her kitties off to the farm. (Now we really did ship her off to the farm, since we did know people that had farms) But now that I think about it, maybe my mom did have them all killed, cuz she said that as soon as she dropped Cuddles off she just took off and ran away, and no one has seen her. Ya I bet no one has seen her….
Being a kind of rural farm type of family I am actually a bit surprised by how willing my mom has been to take our family pets to the vet.
First there was Cuddles, then a few years later on Christmas Eve, came Fluffy.
Fluffy was a wondering dog, we never put her on a leash. She came inside at night and slept under my bed. We just called her name and sooner or later she would come running.
She had tags but no one ever had to call us, as she always came home.
We, as in my whole family, were spending Christmas Eve as we normally spent all Christmas Eves. We were at my G-ma Wittes house. Shortly after we got there the phone rang, it was my other Grandparents, informing my Dad that Fluffy had been hit by a car.
I was pretty upset, crying hysterically, because Dorkus (my brother) was on his way back into town to pick up Fluffy and take him out to shoot her, put her out of her misery.
See this is what normally happens when an animal gets hurt. You put them out of their misery. You don’t take them to the vet. But for some strange reason, maybe it was my hysterics or maybe my Mom just got in the Christmas Spirit, she let us save Fluffy and take her to the vet. Thing is, I had to stop my brother from taking her out to shoot her.
My sister, Ang and I jumped in a car and took off to catch Dorkus, we found him on his way out with Fluffy by his side, he was crying. Fluffy was really his dog, that’s why he wanted to be the one to take care of her. We informed him that we could take her to the vet, we could save her.
So we took her to the vet and she just needed some stitches, I think she may have broken some bones, but again we made up our makeshift bed and kept Fluffy on bed rest for a few days then she was fine.
I don’t know if it was from the surgery or if she was always like this, but she had this way of wagging her tail that she kinda would get so excited that she’d bring her ass to one side, wagging her tail furiously like she couldn’t control it.
And again Mom struck.
When we were remodeling our house, Treebee and I had to stay out at G-Pa and G-Ma Wittes house. While there Mom took Fluffy to the Humane Society. (Pet Pound) She thought we wouldn’t notice since she claims she was the only one that took care of her. (Well of course she was, Treebee and I weren’t even there) So she dropped her off, without asking us, or furthermore without even telling us she did.
We came by one weekend and asked “Hey Mom, where’s Fluffy”Let me tell ya took her a long time to answer that one. (I’m still pretty bitter about it)
Guess she didn’t want Fluffy messing up her new carpets….Ya, I know….
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Tastes like chicken
I kinda hate it when all I have for lunch is a bologna sandwich. No chips, no cookie no Jello Pudding Snack. Nothing. Just 2 pieces of white bread, one slice of cheese, and one slice of bologna and some mayo.
Now that is some cheap ass shiznet.
Yup I’m poor right now.
This whole poor thing is working well into my whole losing weight thing though. Not quite in the same as this little girl I was reading about who lost her parents in the Cyclone in Myanmar. But I am getting close.
I don’t think I’ll have to resort to cannibalism, but if My Hubby eats my turkey meat one more time I might have to resort to eating his ass.
I say ass because I’ve heard that the ass is the best part of the human to eat. I read Alive, and that’s what they ate first, nice juicy ass. (Alive is the story about that Uruguayan Rugby team that got stuck in the Andes Mountains in the 70’s.)
Alive is actually a good book; I’d suggest reading it to most people. Kinda makes you think about the lengths you would go to, to survive.
Personally I don’t think I would kill someone for their ass, but if they were already dead and I needed to eat, I think I would eat their ass. But only for survival, I’m not going to start walking by dead people and cutting off their asses or nothing, that’s gross.
Now that is some cheap ass shiznet.
Yup I’m poor right now.
This whole poor thing is working well into my whole losing weight thing though. Not quite in the same as this little girl I was reading about who lost her parents in the Cyclone in Myanmar. But I am getting close.
I don’t think I’ll have to resort to cannibalism, but if My Hubby eats my turkey meat one more time I might have to resort to eating his ass.
I say ass because I’ve heard that the ass is the best part of the human to eat. I read Alive, and that’s what they ate first, nice juicy ass. (Alive is the story about that Uruguayan Rugby team that got stuck in the Andes Mountains in the 70’s.)
Alive is actually a good book; I’d suggest reading it to most people. Kinda makes you think about the lengths you would go to, to survive.
Personally I don’t think I would kill someone for their ass, but if they were already dead and I needed to eat, I think I would eat their ass. But only for survival, I’m not going to start walking by dead people and cutting off their asses or nothing, that’s gross.
Friday, August 1, 2008
And on the 5th day God created rain
Ok so he didn't, but the alien vortex that was strategically located above my quiet and quaint little suburb must have moved because we actually got some rain.
Now finally I can take off brain protector and stop the strange looks I've been getting for the last 2 months.
And it was a good rain, it woke me up at about 4 a.m. with lightning flashing and thunder rolling.
I love that, I love it becuase it scares me and I have to reach over and grab my hubby, to make sure he is still there, and then snuggle in with him. Its probably one of the best feelings in the world.
I love waking up to a thunderstorm unless I actually have to get up. Thunderstorms and rain are like the best things to sleep into...oh man its getting me in the mood for fall and winter, with chilly mornings and overcast sky, the kind of days when coffee tastes the best.
Man I wish summer didn't last so damn long in this dang blasted state.
Now finally I can take off brain protector and stop the strange looks I've been getting for the last 2 months.
And it was a good rain, it woke me up at about 4 a.m. with lightning flashing and thunder rolling.
I love that, I love it becuase it scares me and I have to reach over and grab my hubby, to make sure he is still there, and then snuggle in with him. Its probably one of the best feelings in the world.
I love waking up to a thunderstorm unless I actually have to get up. Thunderstorms and rain are like the best things to sleep into...oh man its getting me in the mood for fall and winter, with chilly mornings and overcast sky, the kind of days when coffee tastes the best.
Man I wish summer didn't last so damn long in this dang blasted state.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Songs for our President
I wonder if every president has had as many songs disregarding their administration.
I honestly don’t remember if Clinton had a lot of song directed towards him. Surely there had to be some about his indiscretions in the Oval Office, but I definitely don’t remember any about how he ran the country.
Just off the top of my head I can think of four songs, which I like, and are written about our shitty president. (These are in no particular order)
1. Bright Eyes – When the President Talks to God
2. Pink – Mr. President
3. Dixie Chicks – Not Ready to Make Nice (which is more about how they dissed the president and the backlash they received afterwards)
4. NOFX – Idiot Son of an AssholeIt wouldn’t surprise me if there were more.
And I wonder if there are any good positive songs written about Mr. Bush?It also would not surprise me, if there are any positive songs, if they are by a country artist.
I honestly don’t remember if Clinton had a lot of song directed towards him. Surely there had to be some about his indiscretions in the Oval Office, but I definitely don’t remember any about how he ran the country.
Just off the top of my head I can think of four songs, which I like, and are written about our shitty president. (These are in no particular order)
1. Bright Eyes – When the President Talks to God
2. Pink – Mr. President
3. Dixie Chicks – Not Ready to Make Nice (which is more about how they dissed the president and the backlash they received afterwards)
4. NOFX – Idiot Son of an AssholeIt wouldn’t surprise me if there were more.
And I wonder if there are any good positive songs written about Mr. Bush?It also would not surprise me, if there are any positive songs, if they are by a country artist.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Yo Momma
I just have to say for everyone to hear that 2names did not bring back “Yer Mom Jokes.”
She has tried to lay claim to them for a very long time and I figure it is time for me to proclaim for all to hear or read, that 2names had nothing to do with Chauncy, #1, Spanky and I using “Yer Mom Jokes.”
I have several pieces of evidence to substantiate my statement as well. First and foremost, 2names “Yer Mom Jokes” suck. And they are in no way the same league as the rest of us. Also they are a completely different style of “Yer Mom Jokes.” Which leads one to believe that 2names not only learned how to do YMJ somewhere else, but if she “started” it again, why aren't our YMJ style more like hers?
Furthermore, Chauncy, #1, Spanky and I have been rolling with the YMJ for quite some time, way before 2names came into the picture. They are especially funny to us, because we actually really know each others moms, like we have carried on conversations with each others moms. Our moms have worked together, and my dad works with Spanky’s mom. So the YMJ brings on a whole different connotation when we make a YMJ. And not only that it is hilarious when #1 does a YMJ to Chauncy, because they have the same mom. (alskjfdowifjea;lskdfjwoeifjaslkdjfe) (that’s internet laughter for those of you out of the loop)
Come to think of it, that is probably what brought YMJ back. We just thought it was hilarious to be referencing each others moms in very sexual manners.
And finally, I have known 2names for quite some time and I don’t remember her ever pulling out a YMJ until after she hung out with #1, Chauncy, Spanky and I. I know that 2names will forever attempt to claim that she brought back YMJ, and I may never be able to convince her otherwise, but at least the rest of us know the truth.
She has tried to lay claim to them for a very long time and I figure it is time for me to proclaim for all to hear or read, that 2names had nothing to do with Chauncy, #1, Spanky and I using “Yer Mom Jokes.”
I have several pieces of evidence to substantiate my statement as well. First and foremost, 2names “Yer Mom Jokes” suck. And they are in no way the same league as the rest of us. Also they are a completely different style of “Yer Mom Jokes.” Which leads one to believe that 2names not only learned how to do YMJ somewhere else, but if she “started” it again, why aren't our YMJ style more like hers?
Furthermore, Chauncy, #1, Spanky and I have been rolling with the YMJ for quite some time, way before 2names came into the picture. They are especially funny to us, because we actually really know each others moms, like we have carried on conversations with each others moms. Our moms have worked together, and my dad works with Spanky’s mom. So the YMJ brings on a whole different connotation when we make a YMJ. And not only that it is hilarious when #1 does a YMJ to Chauncy, because they have the same mom. (alskjfdowifjea;lskdfjwoeifjaslkdjfe) (that’s internet laughter for those of you out of the loop)
Come to think of it, that is probably what brought YMJ back. We just thought it was hilarious to be referencing each others moms in very sexual manners.
And finally, I have known 2names for quite some time and I don’t remember her ever pulling out a YMJ until after she hung out with #1, Chauncy, Spanky and I. I know that 2names will forever attempt to claim that she brought back YMJ, and I may never be able to convince her otherwise, but at least the rest of us know the truth.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Oh the weather
Besides watching true crime TV shows, sucking Mt. Dew through Twizzlers and eating popcorn with cold milk, I love to talk about the weather, read about the weather or watch the weather on TV.
Most people bring up the weather when they are in a conversation with someone and they don’t have anything else to talk about.
“So how’s the weather up there?”
“Oh it’s colder than a witches tit and wetter en your momma was on prom night.”
Now that’s all fine and dandy, but I actually ask about the weather and truly want to know what is going on. If it’s been windy, rainy, cold, snow all of it I want to hear it. Tell me about the next cold front coming in, or how many days until the jet stream will move to the north, tell me, talk to me about it, I will truly and honestly be fascinated by it.
Throughout the day, I find myself checking weather.com approximately 5-10 times in my 8 hour day. I love the satellite view as you can zoom in and out and see when a storm is directly over your house. It’s awesome. (It’s also awesome that “It’s awesome” is a complete sentence)
If a storm is coming in, I check WFAA.com and weather.com all the time; one might even say I’m obsessed.
However, I wouldn’t say that, I would just say that I like to stay informed.
I love thunderstorms, but they also scare me. I guess I just love things that scare me, because I love scary movies, they are my favorite. And one of my favorite TV shows is Supernatural, simply because it’s a short scary movie that I can watch every week, and it doesn’t hurt that the dudes on it are quite easy on the eyes if you know what I mean. (wink, wink)
2names said the other day she thought that I missed home, because I write a lot of stuff about C-Town. But I think its more I have some good memories from there, and they are funny to me, but I must admit one thing I miss about Nebraska…the snow storms. Or just real snow period.
But I do like that, since moving to Texass, not once have I walked outside in the winter and breathed in and immediately had the snot freeze in my nose. I don’t really miss that.
(Not that I usually count, but If I hadn’t added this part in parenthesis this little blog would’ve been exactly 400 words…now that’s scary)
Most people bring up the weather when they are in a conversation with someone and they don’t have anything else to talk about.
“So how’s the weather up there?”
“Oh it’s colder than a witches tit and wetter en your momma was on prom night.”
Now that’s all fine and dandy, but I actually ask about the weather and truly want to know what is going on. If it’s been windy, rainy, cold, snow all of it I want to hear it. Tell me about the next cold front coming in, or how many days until the jet stream will move to the north, tell me, talk to me about it, I will truly and honestly be fascinated by it.
Throughout the day, I find myself checking weather.com approximately 5-10 times in my 8 hour day. I love the satellite view as you can zoom in and out and see when a storm is directly over your house. It’s awesome. (It’s also awesome that “It’s awesome” is a complete sentence)
If a storm is coming in, I check WFAA.com and weather.com all the time; one might even say I’m obsessed.
However, I wouldn’t say that, I would just say that I like to stay informed.
I love thunderstorms, but they also scare me. I guess I just love things that scare me, because I love scary movies, they are my favorite. And one of my favorite TV shows is Supernatural, simply because it’s a short scary movie that I can watch every week, and it doesn’t hurt that the dudes on it are quite easy on the eyes if you know what I mean. (wink, wink)
2names said the other day she thought that I missed home, because I write a lot of stuff about C-Town. But I think its more I have some good memories from there, and they are funny to me, but I must admit one thing I miss about Nebraska…the snow storms. Or just real snow period.
But I do like that, since moving to Texass, not once have I walked outside in the winter and breathed in and immediately had the snot freeze in my nose. I don’t really miss that.
(Not that I usually count, but If I hadn’t added this part in parenthesis this little blog would’ve been exactly 400 words…now that’s scary)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
John Deere Green
Just got an email from an old friend today, it was just a forward, but I don’t mind just getting forwards because I know that they were thinking of me.
However it said that if I forwarded it on to 12 people I would have 12 years of good luck. Ya well I’ll take my chances, I didn’t forward it on to 12 people. I like living on the edge like that, tempting fate if you will.
So when ever I get an email from Pete, I always have a picture of her in my head. It’s pretty similar to what she looked like in high school. Strawberry blond hair, long and wavy she had, or probably still has the prettiest hair I have ever seen.
In high school Pete kept me current on the happening country music. I listened to pop music and kept her abreast on that, and she was down with the new Leanne Rimes or Tim McGraw, and made sure I stayed current with the country folk. She is really the reason I like country, or know anything about country music.
Well we loved the song by Tim McGraw, “Don’t Take the Girl.” And for some reason I came with her one day while she was out drivin tractor. I don’t remember exactly what we were doing but, I’ll just say, we were working a field, and I guess we were on a tractor that didn’t have a radio or something, because we spent our time singing to each other.
Well we had the whole song of “Don’t Take the Girl” memorized from beginning to end. Along with “John Deere Green” and Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” (which was my music choice at the time I guess)
So after singing “Don’t take the girl” a few times we decided to make up our own lyrics. Changing girl to turtle and we found a way to implement the nick-name of her now brother-in-law Geno into the mix as well. Yes we were an imaginative pair, that’s what happens when you’re alone together on a John Deere I guess.
Pete’s a good friend and just happens to be my cousin too. She’s a pretty strong chick as well. I spent the night at her house once during calving season. We were going to go horse riding the next day, and so we usually tried to get up fairly early to get going.
Well we had just woken up or maybe she had just woken up, she looks out the window and says “Oh crap!”
Next thing I know she’s down the stairs, out the door and in the cattle pen outside, helping her mom pull a calf. Yes that’s right PULL A CALF!
I sat upstairs looking out her bedroom window watching them tug and pull, in the early hours of the morning, it took a few minutes and then finally the little guy or girl (I don't know which) came out. She just dusted herself off, came back inside, and was ready to go.
She just helped give life that day and it was no big deal to her. I was impressed to say the least. And I realized how different our lives really were.
Granted I wasn’t exactly a city girl, but in a way, to her I kinda was.
However it said that if I forwarded it on to 12 people I would have 12 years of good luck. Ya well I’ll take my chances, I didn’t forward it on to 12 people. I like living on the edge like that, tempting fate if you will.
So when ever I get an email from Pete, I always have a picture of her in my head. It’s pretty similar to what she looked like in high school. Strawberry blond hair, long and wavy she had, or probably still has the prettiest hair I have ever seen.
In high school Pete kept me current on the happening country music. I listened to pop music and kept her abreast on that, and she was down with the new Leanne Rimes or Tim McGraw, and made sure I stayed current with the country folk. She is really the reason I like country, or know anything about country music.
Well we loved the song by Tim McGraw, “Don’t Take the Girl.” And for some reason I came with her one day while she was out drivin tractor. I don’t remember exactly what we were doing but, I’ll just say, we were working a field, and I guess we were on a tractor that didn’t have a radio or something, because we spent our time singing to each other.
Well we had the whole song of “Don’t Take the Girl” memorized from beginning to end. Along with “John Deere Green” and Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” (which was my music choice at the time I guess)
So after singing “Don’t take the girl” a few times we decided to make up our own lyrics. Changing girl to turtle and we found a way to implement the nick-name of her now brother-in-law Geno into the mix as well. Yes we were an imaginative pair, that’s what happens when you’re alone together on a John Deere I guess.
Pete’s a good friend and just happens to be my cousin too. She’s a pretty strong chick as well. I spent the night at her house once during calving season. We were going to go horse riding the next day, and so we usually tried to get up fairly early to get going.
Well we had just woken up or maybe she had just woken up, she looks out the window and says “Oh crap!”
Next thing I know she’s down the stairs, out the door and in the cattle pen outside, helping her mom pull a calf. Yes that’s right PULL A CALF!
I sat upstairs looking out her bedroom window watching them tug and pull, in the early hours of the morning, it took a few minutes and then finally the little guy or girl (I don't know which) came out. She just dusted herself off, came back inside, and was ready to go.
She just helped give life that day and it was no big deal to her. I was impressed to say the least. And I realized how different our lives really were.
Granted I wasn’t exactly a city girl, but in a way, to her I kinda was.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Chuck takes no Sh*t from nobody
They once made a Chuck Norris toilet paper, but there was a problem--It wouldn't take shit from anybody.
I was thinking that Chuck Norris toilet paper would be really hard and abrasive.
I personally like my tp to be pretty darn soft. But not so soft that it falls apart. Then that creates a whole other problem. Think dingle berries with cotton balls, really escalates the problem.
I really hate it actually when you realize you didn't wipe as well as you should have, and you leave the house, your walking around. And then it starts to creep up on you.
You butt starts to sweat and this seems to aggravate the problem then before you know it, your ass is in full fledged itch mode and there isn’t anything you can do about it, your only recourse is to do a thorough wiping and when your at the dog park (as was the case last weekend) there are no public bathrooms nearby.
Not only that but I have a problem with using public bathrooms…(but that’s another post altogether) I could reach down and do a little quick itch but then there are two outcomes of that indiscretion, first of all someone might see me, and secondly I don’t want my hand to smell of ass all day.
So my next course of action is subtlety. Make it itch itself. Walk with buttocks clenched, stand with hip sticking out, then switch, doing this several times. And then patiently as possible wait till I get back in the car and I can sit on my seat, this always seems to help that and doing a little jiggle while sitting.
Oh the agony! Now I can totally see why dogs rub their asses on the floor. I kinda wish I could do that. Or I could just make sure I wipe my ass real good before leaving the house.
I was thinking that Chuck Norris toilet paper would be really hard and abrasive.
I personally like my tp to be pretty darn soft. But not so soft that it falls apart. Then that creates a whole other problem. Think dingle berries with cotton balls, really escalates the problem.
I really hate it actually when you realize you didn't wipe as well as you should have, and you leave the house, your walking around. And then it starts to creep up on you.
You butt starts to sweat and this seems to aggravate the problem then before you know it, your ass is in full fledged itch mode and there isn’t anything you can do about it, your only recourse is to do a thorough wiping and when your at the dog park (as was the case last weekend) there are no public bathrooms nearby.
Not only that but I have a problem with using public bathrooms…(but that’s another post altogether) I could reach down and do a little quick itch but then there are two outcomes of that indiscretion, first of all someone might see me, and secondly I don’t want my hand to smell of ass all day.
So my next course of action is subtlety. Make it itch itself. Walk with buttocks clenched, stand with hip sticking out, then switch, doing this several times. And then patiently as possible wait till I get back in the car and I can sit on my seat, this always seems to help that and doing a little jiggle while sitting.
Oh the agony! Now I can totally see why dogs rub their asses on the floor. I kinda wish I could do that. Or I could just make sure I wipe my ass real good before leaving the house.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Drunk Dialing
I don’t do much drunk calling anymore.
On a rare occasion I will call 2names or #2, after I’ve been drinking. But they were probably drinking too, so I don’t feel so bad.
And we now have this new thing we do, where we’ll call each other up when we start drinking and drink a bottle of wine together. You know because no one likes to drink alone…we are really there for each other; we’ll take one for the team, so that our friends don’t feel like an alcoholic.
My sister Ang, however, she likes to drunk call me still. And, I must say, I love it. She called me yesterday around 6 p.m. (ya I think she was already drunk by then, though I wasn’t able to talk to her at that time) then she called me again around 9 p.m. I was watching Dateline it was of course a crime story about a wife that was charged for killing her husband, she ended up getting off. But I digress....
So back on the ranch…She was slurring her words a little bit; she had been drinking all day I presume. Why do I think this? Because she said she just got done doing the Road Rally.
What’s a Road Rally (RR)? Well a Road Rally is when a bunch of people go off on a scavenger slash clue hunt expedition, traversing the back roads in rural Nebraska.
The RR usually gets going around noon on a Sunday, (after everyone gets out of church, though this crew probably aren't coming from church, probably more like nursing a hangover from the night before).
From what I understand, they all start at a certain location and are given a clue. This clue leads them to another clue, and this goes on until you reach the final clue and the end of the journey. So I’ve heard and judging by my own sister’s lack of sobriety, this driving around also entails lots of drinking. I know quite illegal right? And so I asked my sister, “So do you guys ever see any cops while out doing this?”
“Cops?!!! Are you kidding?! We were travlin cross free counties…we were in Furnas, Frontier, and Gosper counties.”
“Oh well I mean I just thought, you know it’s a small enough area that the cops would be a little wise to the shenanigans and sit out there somewhere just waiting to pull over some drunk people searching for clues.” I said
“Oh no we were travlin cross free counties…we were in Ffurnas, Ffrontier, and Gospfer counties, ain’t no cops gonna find us.”
So I guess its safe, just a bunch of drunk ass people driving around the county side looking for their next mystery to solve.
Evidently one of the clues took her by my aunt and uncles house north of Cambridge. My aunt and uncle’s last name is Miller and the clue read something like this “Its Miller Time, although I don’t think these’s Miller’s will give you a beer.”
Ang was pretty proud that she was able to figure this one out on her own.
So the object of this Road Rally is to find all the clues the fastest and win some sort of a prize but evidently there is also a downside of winning.
“So did you win?” I ask.
“Oh no, no, no, no. Or at least I hope not, we don’t want to win, you win you got to put it on.”
Ok now I’m confused. “Put it on? What do you mean?”
“If you win you have to put it on…the next year. You have to organize it. We won two years ago, we ain’t doing that again. Oh and plus could you imagine, I live in McCook, Lisa lives in Indianola and blah blah blah lives in Culberston. No we don’t want to win, or at least I hope we didn’t win, I don’t know, I never got a call, so I think we lost, I think we lost big time," she says with a little chuckle
“Well that’s good then. So do you have to work tomorrow?”
“Oh yea, bright and early, I think I’m gonna eat my food then go to bed. I just wanted to give you my weekly call”
I kinda thought that sounded like a good idea.
“Well I’ll call ya next week.”
Ok good-bye Ang.
On a rare occasion I will call 2names or #2, after I’ve been drinking. But they were probably drinking too, so I don’t feel so bad.
And we now have this new thing we do, where we’ll call each other up when we start drinking and drink a bottle of wine together. You know because no one likes to drink alone…we are really there for each other; we’ll take one for the team, so that our friends don’t feel like an alcoholic.
My sister Ang, however, she likes to drunk call me still. And, I must say, I love it. She called me yesterday around 6 p.m. (ya I think she was already drunk by then, though I wasn’t able to talk to her at that time) then she called me again around 9 p.m. I was watching Dateline it was of course a crime story about a wife that was charged for killing her husband, she ended up getting off. But I digress....
So back on the ranch…She was slurring her words a little bit; she had been drinking all day I presume. Why do I think this? Because she said she just got done doing the Road Rally.
What’s a Road Rally (RR)? Well a Road Rally is when a bunch of people go off on a scavenger slash clue hunt expedition, traversing the back roads in rural Nebraska.
The RR usually gets going around noon on a Sunday, (after everyone gets out of church, though this crew probably aren't coming from church, probably more like nursing a hangover from the night before).
From what I understand, they all start at a certain location and are given a clue. This clue leads them to another clue, and this goes on until you reach the final clue and the end of the journey. So I’ve heard and judging by my own sister’s lack of sobriety, this driving around also entails lots of drinking. I know quite illegal right? And so I asked my sister, “So do you guys ever see any cops while out doing this?”
“Cops?!!! Are you kidding?! We were travlin cross free counties…we were in Furnas, Frontier, and Gosper counties.”
“Oh well I mean I just thought, you know it’s a small enough area that the cops would be a little wise to the shenanigans and sit out there somewhere just waiting to pull over some drunk people searching for clues.” I said
“Oh no we were travlin cross free counties…we were in Ffurnas, Ffrontier, and Gospfer counties, ain’t no cops gonna find us.”
So I guess its safe, just a bunch of drunk ass people driving around the county side looking for their next mystery to solve.
Evidently one of the clues took her by my aunt and uncles house north of Cambridge. My aunt and uncle’s last name is Miller and the clue read something like this “Its Miller Time, although I don’t think these’s Miller’s will give you a beer.”
Ang was pretty proud that she was able to figure this one out on her own.
So the object of this Road Rally is to find all the clues the fastest and win some sort of a prize but evidently there is also a downside of winning.
“So did you win?” I ask.
“Oh no, no, no, no. Or at least I hope not, we don’t want to win, you win you got to put it on.”
Ok now I’m confused. “Put it on? What do you mean?”
“If you win you have to put it on…the next year. You have to organize it. We won two years ago, we ain’t doing that again. Oh and plus could you imagine, I live in McCook, Lisa lives in Indianola and blah blah blah lives in Culberston. No we don’t want to win, or at least I hope we didn’t win, I don’t know, I never got a call, so I think we lost, I think we lost big time," she says with a little chuckle
“Well that’s good then. So do you have to work tomorrow?”
“Oh yea, bright and early, I think I’m gonna eat my food then go to bed. I just wanted to give you my weekly call”
I kinda thought that sounded like a good idea.
“Well I’ll call ya next week.”
Ok good-bye Ang.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
What we did for fun
Growing up in a small town has its advantages and it definately has its disadvantages.
We didn't have a movie theater, no malls, no fast food (but the Pizza Hut truck did come on Thursdays) and we didn't have the luxary of getting away with crap, since everyone knew who you were. But we did find ways to have fun.
I think living in a small town, makes a kid a bit more imaginative and more apt to try something new. We were prone to boredom so there was always a challenge to find something to do, things most city kids probably never dreamed they would do or even heard of.
Ditch em' - This is where you drive around in your car, usually erratically trying to "Ditch" the person following you. Think tag in cars. Usually played at night.
Car Water Fights - Get a couple of groups of people, load them up in a few cars and get buckets of water, tons of water balloons and squirt guns, drive around trying to get eachother.
Walk the Highway - This has nothing to do with prostitution. This entails walking up and down the highway, talking with a friend usually just in groups of 2 or 3. With Nicole we were always searching for pennies on the ground as well. When I was much younger my friend Jennifer and I would dress up in Old Time Dresses (sirca 1800's) and walk the highway between our houses showing off our outfits.
Hanging out at Gas n' Shop - This is what it is, sitting at Gas n' Shop talking to friends.
Haning out at the Deli - Same thing just at a different location
Tubing - This was done in the summer, and we'd jump in at the Creek and get out at Diversion Dam, about a 2 or 3 mile stretch, took about 2 hours. We'd do this while the water was high. Once or twice we did it soley on the river and brought an extra tube for a cooler with beverages...You would die if you tried to drink while doing this on the Creek, so we only did it on the river, as it never was more than 3 ft deep and flowed real slow.
River Rat Volleyball - Playing volleyball in a river. Way harder than you imagine, as the drunker you get the harder it is to stand up.
Barrel Rolling - This was only done one night. But it entails grabbing construction barrels and putting them outside of our teachers doors and driveways.
Cruising - Driving the approximately 2 mile stretch between the park and the hospital.
Ice Skating - In an actual frozen pond outside.
Breaking into the school - Well we'd break into the school and then play hide-and-seek inside.
Jumping Terraces - On a four wheeler, we'd take it out in the fields, we build up speed ramp off the terrace and try not to get killed.
Sledding - They block off a street in town specifically so kids can go snow sledding on it.
Bike Trails - riding the bike trails and ramps down by the Creek.
The fort at the Creek - Some crazy kid built this elaborate fort down by the Creek, and he would guard it and not let anybody in. So we took our BB guns down there and took it over, actually I don't think he was around one certain day, so we took it over...it really wasn't a hostile takeover or anything. The kid wasn't there, so we spent the day hunting Joel Saylor with BB guns on the Creek.
Kick the Can - Similar to Hide-n-Seek, except you hide and then the person who is "it" tried to find those hiding and has to beat them back to the can before anyone kicks it over.
Tennis in the Street - it is what it is, playing tennis in the street.
Pennies on the RR Tracks - we'd tape pennies on the tracks and then come back later to see if they got smashed.
War - We'd break into groups and spend the day running around the neighborhood and hiding in peoples yards, basically just trying not to get caught by anyone else.
I'm sure I did lots of other stupid things, sometimes I think I was lucky to have survived both the boredom and the stupidity. Also pretty lucky I didn't get thrown in jail for a few things too.
We didn't have a movie theater, no malls, no fast food (but the Pizza Hut truck did come on Thursdays) and we didn't have the luxary of getting away with crap, since everyone knew who you were. But we did find ways to have fun.
I think living in a small town, makes a kid a bit more imaginative and more apt to try something new. We were prone to boredom so there was always a challenge to find something to do, things most city kids probably never dreamed they would do or even heard of.
Ditch em' - This is where you drive around in your car, usually erratically trying to "Ditch" the person following you. Think tag in cars. Usually played at night.
Car Water Fights - Get a couple of groups of people, load them up in a few cars and get buckets of water, tons of water balloons and squirt guns, drive around trying to get eachother.
Walk the Highway - This has nothing to do with prostitution. This entails walking up and down the highway, talking with a friend usually just in groups of 2 or 3. With Nicole we were always searching for pennies on the ground as well. When I was much younger my friend Jennifer and I would dress up in Old Time Dresses (sirca 1800's) and walk the highway between our houses showing off our outfits.
Hanging out at Gas n' Shop - This is what it is, sitting at Gas n' Shop talking to friends.
Haning out at the Deli - Same thing just at a different location
Tubing - This was done in the summer, and we'd jump in at the Creek and get out at Diversion Dam, about a 2 or 3 mile stretch, took about 2 hours. We'd do this while the water was high. Once or twice we did it soley on the river and brought an extra tube for a cooler with beverages...You would die if you tried to drink while doing this on the Creek, so we only did it on the river, as it never was more than 3 ft deep and flowed real slow.
River Rat Volleyball - Playing volleyball in a river. Way harder than you imagine, as the drunker you get the harder it is to stand up.
Barrel Rolling - This was only done one night. But it entails grabbing construction barrels and putting them outside of our teachers doors and driveways.
Cruising - Driving the approximately 2 mile stretch between the park and the hospital.
Ice Skating - In an actual frozen pond outside.
Breaking into the school - Well we'd break into the school and then play hide-and-seek inside.
Jumping Terraces - On a four wheeler, we'd take it out in the fields, we build up speed ramp off the terrace and try not to get killed.
Sledding - They block off a street in town specifically so kids can go snow sledding on it.
Bike Trails - riding the bike trails and ramps down by the Creek.
The fort at the Creek - Some crazy kid built this elaborate fort down by the Creek, and he would guard it and not let anybody in. So we took our BB guns down there and took it over, actually I don't think he was around one certain day, so we took it over...it really wasn't a hostile takeover or anything. The kid wasn't there, so we spent the day hunting Joel Saylor with BB guns on the Creek.
Kick the Can - Similar to Hide-n-Seek, except you hide and then the person who is "it" tried to find those hiding and has to beat them back to the can before anyone kicks it over.
Tennis in the Street - it is what it is, playing tennis in the street.
Pennies on the RR Tracks - we'd tape pennies on the tracks and then come back later to see if they got smashed.
War - We'd break into groups and spend the day running around the neighborhood and hiding in peoples yards, basically just trying not to get caught by anyone else.
I'm sure I did lots of other stupid things, sometimes I think I was lucky to have survived both the boredom and the stupidity. Also pretty lucky I didn't get thrown in jail for a few things too.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
My Flaire
My Flaire, doesn't have anything to do with wearing pins to express myself, it has to do with my doggie.
Flaire is a mix dog, but most people would say he is Pit Bull mixed with something, he has the best markings, cuz he has a patch over his eye and I love that.
I don't like to be one of those people that talks about their dog all the time, but I thought he was worth mentioning.
One of my favorite things about him is he plays fetch. He won't usually play for very long because he gets distracted but he does play.
My other favorite thing is how when he wants attention or maybe the food that you are eating...he'll rest his chin on your thigh and look up at you, with the biggest puppy dog eyes. I just love it.
Of course I don't give him the food, but I usually say "look how cute, and then I pat his head."
Monday, July 21, 2008
Fall come back to me
This is the time of year when TV sucks in my opinion. I’m kinda ready for fall to be here, so some decent sports are back on.
I can’t really stand to watch baseball on TV. It’s probably more boring to me than watching golf.
More importantly the Huskers will be back in the fall, and I am looking forward to a better season than last year. I’d say they can’t be much worse, but I’m sure they can before things get better.
This is completely true especially if you are a Mavs fan.
I did go to the library on Saturday. Figure since TV sucks and I haven’t read anything in a while I would check something out. I love having a library card, really makes me feel like I belong somewhere for some strange reason.
I picked up a couple of Stephen King books that I haven’t read yet. I got “Dreamcatcher” and another one that I haven’t heard of before “Duma Key”.
All this anticipation for fall sports to start, was spurred by the recent hub bub over Brett Favre’s announcement that he wants to be released from his contract. So it sounds like he wants to come out of retirement. And while I’d love to see Brett win a super bowl. I wish he would just retire. He won’t win a super bowl without being in Greenbay, and if he is able to go somewhere else and be a starter I don’t think it will be long before he stumbles and our memory of him a bit tarnished.
Its kinda like when Jordan retired then played for the Wizards for a little bit, you could tell he had lost a step, and in some respects had people saying, “well maybe he isn’t the greatest to ever play the game.” To me that is sad. Because in my opinion Jordan was the best and Brett is definitely up there with the greats.
The thing about Brett is you love his heart and he plays for a team in a town filled with big hearts. And to me that should be the way it stays.
Unless, like my Hubby suggests, he comes to Dallas to mentor Romo, then I’d be ok with it.
I can’t really stand to watch baseball on TV. It’s probably more boring to me than watching golf.
More importantly the Huskers will be back in the fall, and I am looking forward to a better season than last year. I’d say they can’t be much worse, but I’m sure they can before things get better.
This is completely true especially if you are a Mavs fan.
I did go to the library on Saturday. Figure since TV sucks and I haven’t read anything in a while I would check something out. I love having a library card, really makes me feel like I belong somewhere for some strange reason.
I picked up a couple of Stephen King books that I haven’t read yet. I got “Dreamcatcher” and another one that I haven’t heard of before “Duma Key”.
All this anticipation for fall sports to start, was spurred by the recent hub bub over Brett Favre’s announcement that he wants to be released from his contract. So it sounds like he wants to come out of retirement. And while I’d love to see Brett win a super bowl. I wish he would just retire. He won’t win a super bowl without being in Greenbay, and if he is able to go somewhere else and be a starter I don’t think it will be long before he stumbles and our memory of him a bit tarnished.
Its kinda like when Jordan retired then played for the Wizards for a little bit, you could tell he had lost a step, and in some respects had people saying, “well maybe he isn’t the greatest to ever play the game.” To me that is sad. Because in my opinion Jordan was the best and Brett is definitely up there with the greats.
The thing about Brett is you love his heart and he plays for a team in a town filled with big hearts. And to me that should be the way it stays.
Unless, like my Hubby suggests, he comes to Dallas to mentor Romo, then I’d be ok with it.
I'm not a liar
That's right, I'm not a liar.
I have what is called Middle Child Syndrome accompanied by an over active imagination, and this is why sometimes the way I recall something is not exactly the same as everyone elses.
So, I have not made up memories about my childhood, that is just simply the way I remember it. (I have recently found out that some of my memories from childhood aren't exactly they way things happened, however they could just be telling me that to make themselves feel better about the way I was treated and neglected) Middle Child Syndrome can also be called The Forgotten Child Syndrome.
We are often left alone to our own devises and not that we look for trouble, but often trouble found us. Also all this time being alone tended to lead to a child making up the life that the rest of the family has left them out of. Evidently I did this a lot.
As a kid having a pop was a real treat, Mom never bought pops at the grocery store. We either drank milk, water or orange juice. We also rarely ate out, actually we never ate out as kids, so there was no ordering a pop at a restaruant either. So getting to have a pop was huge in our house.
One day while playing alone outside, as usual, I began to trace out the names that were etched into the sidewalk from the previous owners, "Kim & Jason", as I was sitting there alone with nothing but my thoughts, my parents roll up on the street with everone in the truck with them. The street is about 50 feet away, and they are in a diesel pick-up and I can't hear what they are yelling at me aver the sound of the rumbling engine. They are saying something to me but I just can't hear.
I keep asking "what?" and putting my arms out and shaking my head, you know the common gesture for "I can't hear you and I don't understand what you want from me" after a few seconds or minutes of this, they left. I shrugged my shoulders and continued tracing the names...
A while later everyone appeared again. All with thier own pops. Did they get one for me? Nope.
Evidently they were yelling at me to hurry up and get in the truck, because we are all going to go to Gas n' Shop and get pops. But I didn't hear them. And they left without me and didn't even bother to pick up a pop for me.
As I explained before pops were a big, huge deal in my house. And I had to sit there and watch everyone suck down their pops while I drank my damn milk! I was in first or second grade when this happened to the best of my recollection. And apparently it never happened, I made it all up. My Mom says she would never leave her 7 or 8 year old alone at the house. But I think she is lying.
People often ask me how I can be a middle child when there are four siblings? Simple I explain, Ang is the oldest, Dork, is the only boy, then there is me, another girl, then Treebee, the baby. Hence I am the middle child.
Now this isn't to say that a middle child is a bad kid, or a trouble maker. No generally they are the opposite. They are usually attention getters, but they do it with comedy, or what they deem as comedy. They will often be the jokesters in the family, and they are often the ones that smooth things over in the family. Typically the middle child gets along with all family members and are often considered the favorite child.
Yes, the favorite child. How do I know? Because my Mother told me so and everyone else.
I have what is called Middle Child Syndrome accompanied by an over active imagination, and this is why sometimes the way I recall something is not exactly the same as everyone elses.
So, I have not made up memories about my childhood, that is just simply the way I remember it. (I have recently found out that some of my memories from childhood aren't exactly they way things happened, however they could just be telling me that to make themselves feel better about the way I was treated and neglected) Middle Child Syndrome can also be called The Forgotten Child Syndrome.
We are often left alone to our own devises and not that we look for trouble, but often trouble found us. Also all this time being alone tended to lead to a child making up the life that the rest of the family has left them out of. Evidently I did this a lot.
As a kid having a pop was a real treat, Mom never bought pops at the grocery store. We either drank milk, water or orange juice. We also rarely ate out, actually we never ate out as kids, so there was no ordering a pop at a restaruant either. So getting to have a pop was huge in our house.
One day while playing alone outside, as usual, I began to trace out the names that were etched into the sidewalk from the previous owners, "Kim & Jason", as I was sitting there alone with nothing but my thoughts, my parents roll up on the street with everone in the truck with them. The street is about 50 feet away, and they are in a diesel pick-up and I can't hear what they are yelling at me aver the sound of the rumbling engine. They are saying something to me but I just can't hear.
I keep asking "what?" and putting my arms out and shaking my head, you know the common gesture for "I can't hear you and I don't understand what you want from me" after a few seconds or minutes of this, they left. I shrugged my shoulders and continued tracing the names...
A while later everyone appeared again. All with thier own pops. Did they get one for me? Nope.
Evidently they were yelling at me to hurry up and get in the truck, because we are all going to go to Gas n' Shop and get pops. But I didn't hear them. And they left without me and didn't even bother to pick up a pop for me.
As I explained before pops were a big, huge deal in my house. And I had to sit there and watch everyone suck down their pops while I drank my damn milk! I was in first or second grade when this happened to the best of my recollection. And apparently it never happened, I made it all up. My Mom says she would never leave her 7 or 8 year old alone at the house. But I think she is lying.
People often ask me how I can be a middle child when there are four siblings? Simple I explain, Ang is the oldest, Dork, is the only boy, then there is me, another girl, then Treebee, the baby. Hence I am the middle child.
Now this isn't to say that a middle child is a bad kid, or a trouble maker. No generally they are the opposite. They are usually attention getters, but they do it with comedy, or what they deem as comedy. They will often be the jokesters in the family, and they are often the ones that smooth things over in the family. Typically the middle child gets along with all family members and are often considered the favorite child.
Yes, the favorite child. How do I know? Because my Mother told me so and everyone else.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Nothing to be pissed about
So I was informed that one of my friends was upset at learning that I wrote something about them. I'm not going to name any names - names.
This did get me thinking that I have left some others out a bit and I thought maybe it was time to include some of the other characters in my life.
I don't like to use my friends real names, just incase one of them decides to become president or something, oh wait nevermind, nothing my friends have done is worse than what the last few presidents have done and definately no worse than some of the stuff the possible future presidents or thier wives have done. So I don't think anything I say will tarnish anyones reputation. (Sweet I now have total freedom) .
But I'm still not going to use names.
So I will call him "Number 2 Son of my Favorite Mom"...#2 for short (alskdfjowiefja;lskdfjwoef)
Ok so I went to visit #2 in the town where the state capital was located. This was also the summer I was living with my parents.
So I made the trip to Stinkin Lincoln and hung out with #2. We of course were partaking in the smokage of some cheez. (this was our special nickname for something, that had absolutely nothing to do with heroine mixed with tylonol pm) And we somehow started watching "Dude Where's My Car." Its a great movie to watch while enjoying cheez.
#2 and I were alone this night as everyone else (that is The Number 1 Son of my Favorite Mom, #2's brother, The Bitch and Spanky) were at a Dave Matthews concert.
#2 and I weren't going to go becuase we wanted to go a Blink 182 concert the next day in Kansas City, which was about a 3 hour drive away.
So we hung out for a while, then finally passed out for the night. We woke up the next morning, very late morning I'm sure and headed out to Kansas City.
#2 and I have this strange thing that happens to us when we are in a car together, we always get lost. And I'm sure it has nothing to do with the mass quantities of cheez we consume whilst driving, but it never fails we always lose our way.
Well on this particular trip we not only lost our way, but I think we lost a little bit of our minds as well. After a brief episode in the car of losing our way and me laughing so hard that #2 thought I was going to die we make our way to the concert. We park our car and make our way in to hang out with the hords of people bouncing thier heads to the sweet tunes of our favorite punk bands. As the day wore on and the shows winded down, it was time for #2 and I to leave.
We walked out of the concert talking about how cool it was, and how much better Blink is than Dave, when we realized we had been walking for a while and hadn't come upon my car.
"Dude where's my car?" I asked not to anyone really in particular.
"Where's your car dude?" #2 asked as well. We both stop, look around and think that maybe we just walked passed it. We continue this march up and down the rows of cars.
"Dude where is my car?"
"Where is your car dude?" At first it was kinda funny, since we had just watched a movie in which the main characters lost their car after a night of drinking and partying with various people.
However, #2 and I had not lost track of time, and we were pretty sure we drove my car to the concert and parked it in this parking lot. So we were quite perplexed.
I started trying to use my remote keyless entry devise to see if I could spot it if I pushed the alarm button, thinking that the blasting horn and blinking headlights would catch our attention.
We continued to walk, up and down, over, up and down, to no avail. That stupid car had to be there somewhere, and we had to find it. It wasn't like we could just have someone pick us up. We were 3 hours from Lincoln.
After about 30 minutes, the parking lot started to clear out, then after about 45 minutes, a green Chevy Cavelier was the only car left in the lot.
Oh there she is...there is G-Ride. (I called it G-Ride becuase it was green, not becuase of any erotic references)
So finally we were back on the road. We decided that maybe next time we wouldn't have so much cheez before a concert and maybe things would turn out better for us. Alas we would never find out if that was the case as cheez is really more of a staple for us, and you know, there isn't anything wrong with that.
#2 and I did decide we had a much better time than the losers that went to Dave, even though we got lost, lost the car and thought I died from laughing too hard.
See a good time isn't always defined by what happens but how a persons responds and accepts what is happening. Good times are always relative. Ahhhhh Good Times....
This did get me thinking that I have left some others out a bit and I thought maybe it was time to include some of the other characters in my life.
I don't like to use my friends real names, just incase one of them decides to become president or something, oh wait nevermind, nothing my friends have done is worse than what the last few presidents have done and definately no worse than some of the stuff the possible future presidents or thier wives have done. So I don't think anything I say will tarnish anyones reputation. (Sweet I now have total freedom) .
But I'm still not going to use names.
So I will call him "Number 2 Son of my Favorite Mom"...#2 for short (alskdfjowiefja;lskdfjwoef)
Ok so I went to visit #2 in the town where the state capital was located. This was also the summer I was living with my parents.
So I made the trip to Stinkin Lincoln and hung out with #2. We of course were partaking in the smokage of some cheez. (this was our special nickname for something, that had absolutely nothing to do with heroine mixed with tylonol pm) And we somehow started watching "Dude Where's My Car." Its a great movie to watch while enjoying cheez.
#2 and I were alone this night as everyone else (that is The Number 1 Son of my Favorite Mom, #2's brother, The Bitch and Spanky) were at a Dave Matthews concert.
#2 and I weren't going to go becuase we wanted to go a Blink 182 concert the next day in Kansas City, which was about a 3 hour drive away.
So we hung out for a while, then finally passed out for the night. We woke up the next morning, very late morning I'm sure and headed out to Kansas City.
#2 and I have this strange thing that happens to us when we are in a car together, we always get lost. And I'm sure it has nothing to do with the mass quantities of cheez we consume whilst driving, but it never fails we always lose our way.
Well on this particular trip we not only lost our way, but I think we lost a little bit of our minds as well. After a brief episode in the car of losing our way and me laughing so hard that #2 thought I was going to die we make our way to the concert. We park our car and make our way in to hang out with the hords of people bouncing thier heads to the sweet tunes of our favorite punk bands. As the day wore on and the shows winded down, it was time for #2 and I to leave.
We walked out of the concert talking about how cool it was, and how much better Blink is than Dave, when we realized we had been walking for a while and hadn't come upon my car.
"Dude where's my car?" I asked not to anyone really in particular.
"Where's your car dude?" #2 asked as well. We both stop, look around and think that maybe we just walked passed it. We continue this march up and down the rows of cars.
"Dude where is my car?"
"Where is your car dude?" At first it was kinda funny, since we had just watched a movie in which the main characters lost their car after a night of drinking and partying with various people.
However, #2 and I had not lost track of time, and we were pretty sure we drove my car to the concert and parked it in this parking lot. So we were quite perplexed.
I started trying to use my remote keyless entry devise to see if I could spot it if I pushed the alarm button, thinking that the blasting horn and blinking headlights would catch our attention.
We continued to walk, up and down, over, up and down, to no avail. That stupid car had to be there somewhere, and we had to find it. It wasn't like we could just have someone pick us up. We were 3 hours from Lincoln.
After about 30 minutes, the parking lot started to clear out, then after about 45 minutes, a green Chevy Cavelier was the only car left in the lot.
Oh there she is...there is G-Ride. (I called it G-Ride becuase it was green, not becuase of any erotic references)
So finally we were back on the road. We decided that maybe next time we wouldn't have so much cheez before a concert and maybe things would turn out better for us. Alas we would never find out if that was the case as cheez is really more of a staple for us, and you know, there isn't anything wrong with that.
#2 and I did decide we had a much better time than the losers that went to Dave, even though we got lost, lost the car and thought I died from laughing too hard.
See a good time isn't always defined by what happens but how a persons responds and accepts what is happening. Good times are always relative. Ahhhhh Good Times....
Friday, July 18, 2008
Skeeter Bites
I really hate skeeter bites.
I'm sure there aren't many who do like them. But they are literally a pain in the ass. I think I even have one on my ass. Damn thing must've bit me through my clothes.
I put the repellent on, had a citranella candle out, I did everything right and still my body is overrun with skeeter bites. I think the one that is most annoying is the one on the bottom of my foot. Its annoying enough to have an itch in the foot region that after some time can be calmed down. But when a person has a skeeter bite there, there is no calming it down. Its always there, always on my mind.
The way I see it, I have about 2 more months to deal with the pesky sons of bitches. I do have one more trick up my sleeve, I've heard dryer sheets work to fend them off, so I think I will try it next time.
What I hate about the Texass skeeters is they bite you and your still feeling the pain like a week later. Seems to me the Nebrasky skeeter bites went away after just a few hours.
Ugh, I don't know I could be making it up, but that's the way I remember it.On a side note, something I just remembered. I think when I was a kid, we called our boobies skeeter bites.
I'm sure there aren't many who do like them. But they are literally a pain in the ass. I think I even have one on my ass. Damn thing must've bit me through my clothes.
I put the repellent on, had a citranella candle out, I did everything right and still my body is overrun with skeeter bites. I think the one that is most annoying is the one on the bottom of my foot. Its annoying enough to have an itch in the foot region that after some time can be calmed down. But when a person has a skeeter bite there, there is no calming it down. Its always there, always on my mind.
The way I see it, I have about 2 more months to deal with the pesky sons of bitches. I do have one more trick up my sleeve, I've heard dryer sheets work to fend them off, so I think I will try it next time.
What I hate about the Texass skeeters is they bite you and your still feeling the pain like a week later. Seems to me the Nebrasky skeeter bites went away after just a few hours.
Ugh, I don't know I could be making it up, but that's the way I remember it.On a side note, something I just remembered. I think when I was a kid, we called our boobies skeeter bites.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
My Addiction
I have an addiction.
Well I actually have a few, but don't they always say that admitting there is a problem is the first step towards recovery?
My first addiction is to twirling my hair. I seriously can't stop. The thought of never twirling my hair again...well I'm sorry I can't even imagine it. I've been twirling since I was a very young child. I'm not sure exactly when I started, but I do vaguely remember having short hair and not liking it when the bottom of it curled out, so I would twirl it back in. And now even as I write this I sit and twirl as I think of the next thing to say.
I twirl when I drive, I twirl when I read, when I watch TV, I even twirl when I carry on conversations whether in person or on the phone. If my hands are idle they quickly gravitate to my hair and the twirling begins.
I once even cut my hair very short to try to curb my addiction to twirling, but no, it did no good. I actually love the way my hair feels once I get a haircut, so it actually can make it worse.
My second addiction which is probably not as annoying to outsiders and many people may not know this about me, but I am addicted to crime stories. Specifically to murder, serial killers, gruesome mutilating deaths and severe pedophiles.
I really don't know what the fascination is, it probably does have some hidden deeper meaning. I myself never had an urge to act out any of these things I see or read. More I'm fascinated with the type of people that do these sort of things. And I want to know why they do these terrible things.
I guess really I am more enamoured with the person that commits a gruesome crime because I want to get inside thier head and figure out what makes people do such horrible things to another human being.
Sick fucks interest me for some strange reason.
Now don't get me wrong I don't "like" them, its more of I want to know about something I don't understand. And I've come to accept that this is the way I am.
My first term paper I ever wrote was on serial killers, back in the 11th grade.
Well I actually have a few, but don't they always say that admitting there is a problem is the first step towards recovery?
My first addiction is to twirling my hair. I seriously can't stop. The thought of never twirling my hair again...well I'm sorry I can't even imagine it. I've been twirling since I was a very young child. I'm not sure exactly when I started, but I do vaguely remember having short hair and not liking it when the bottom of it curled out, so I would twirl it back in. And now even as I write this I sit and twirl as I think of the next thing to say.
I twirl when I drive, I twirl when I read, when I watch TV, I even twirl when I carry on conversations whether in person or on the phone. If my hands are idle they quickly gravitate to my hair and the twirling begins.
I once even cut my hair very short to try to curb my addiction to twirling, but no, it did no good. I actually love the way my hair feels once I get a haircut, so it actually can make it worse.
My second addiction which is probably not as annoying to outsiders and many people may not know this about me, but I am addicted to crime stories. Specifically to murder, serial killers, gruesome mutilating deaths and severe pedophiles.
I really don't know what the fascination is, it probably does have some hidden deeper meaning. I myself never had an urge to act out any of these things I see or read. More I'm fascinated with the type of people that do these sort of things. And I want to know why they do these terrible things.
I guess really I am more enamoured with the person that commits a gruesome crime because I want to get inside thier head and figure out what makes people do such horrible things to another human being.
Sick fucks interest me for some strange reason.
Now don't get me wrong I don't "like" them, its more of I want to know about something I don't understand. And I've come to accept that this is the way I am.
My first term paper I ever wrote was on serial killers, back in the 11th grade.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Tumble Dry
Warning the following is not for the faint of heart...and 2names this might bring back bad memories....
Summer's in Brasky could get quite warm, hot you might say. Even though we were in Northeast Brasky, not being accustomed to high temps all year round, we tended to melt after a few 90 degree days. As was the case the summer of 2000, but just when the temps started to heat up, a storm started brewing and sizzled it all out.
We were in Wayne, America, that's what the water tower said, as we sat on 2names' back patio enjoying a smokie treat, in the middle of the day. It was one of those lazy days, and no one seemed to have anything to do. Or maybe we did but we decided not too. Either way a few of us had gathered to waste some time toghether.
I distinctly remember 2names was doing her laundry, she evidently was the only one of us with any sort of agenda, and I also remember the smell of dead animal creeping up. You know how it does when the weather gets warm and it's almost like something must've dethawed, the flies finally found it and the wind picks up and lifts it just right, the dead stench seems to hang in the air....that's how this was. But no one thought anything of it. It was a fairly common smell in rural America.
Later in the day, the group dispersed to run errands, or just maybe to get away for a while. I came back to 2names house and she was there looking for Telly. Telly is a kitty 2names adopted, me and Niner also adopted 2 kitties from the same litter, so they were all brothers.
Well 2names hadn't seen Telly for a while and was afraid he might have ran away. The search began, although it didn't take long to figure out what had happened to Telly. I can't remember if it was 2names that found him or if she just realized what might have become of him, and made someone else look. But unbeknownst to 2names Telly met his fate, wrestling for life between socks, jeans and t-shirts.
Yes Telly took his last breath, inhaling fabric softener in the dryer at 2names' home. So that smell from before wasn't some animal thawing on a warm summer day, no unfortunately it was Telly getting fluffed in the dryer.
She was devastated, as anyone might be. She couldn't even look in the dryer. The way we figure he either jumped in while she was changing loads and she just didn't notice or, he somehow crawled up through the exhaust hose that went to the outside.
Niner came to the rescue (a true cat lover) and pulled Telly out, cleaned the dryer of any trace of the deceased feline and put him in a box for 2names.
2names along with Tom buried Telly that night along a dirt road, in a pasture. She tried to visit him again, but the rain had washed his grave away.
You know it really sucked what happened to Telly, and I felt bad becuase 2names felt so bad. But honestly when I think about it, and I'm an animal lover, its well...let me just say that little guy probably thought it was going to be so much fun and he'd have the time of his life when he jumped in that dryer.
Kinda like when you go on one of those spinning rides at the fair right after eating a ton of cotton candy and drinking a gallon of pop. Your excited, you can tell something big is about to happen, then the ride starts up and your getting jerked around and the ride starts picking up speed, and your thinking "oh this isn't so bad" then it picks up more speed, you get those little butterflies in your stomach, but then things start to change very quickly and panic takes over as the ride disorients you beyond all your recollections of normalcy, your heart drops down to your stomach, and you realized that the thing is just going faster and faster and faster, and it starts to sink in that the stupid thing is never going to stop.
Slowly you start to get hotter and hotter and your mouth is watering and all you see is blurs wizzing past, the distinct taste of cotton candy begins to creep back up only this time it doesn't taste the same as when it went down...you try to maintain control but then your body takes over and tries to expell all demons in an attempt to establish some form of equalibrium. Condensed and highly moisturized with Root Beer, brown cotton candy spews out of your mouth splashing the six people beside you on the ride. If they weren't screaming before, they are surely screaming in disgust now, and yelling to stop the ride before a puke fest ensues....
That's what I think it was like for Telly, except everything stopped before he was able to be humilated in front of all his friends.
Summer's in Brasky could get quite warm, hot you might say. Even though we were in Northeast Brasky, not being accustomed to high temps all year round, we tended to melt after a few 90 degree days. As was the case the summer of 2000, but just when the temps started to heat up, a storm started brewing and sizzled it all out.
We were in Wayne, America, that's what the water tower said, as we sat on 2names' back patio enjoying a smokie treat, in the middle of the day. It was one of those lazy days, and no one seemed to have anything to do. Or maybe we did but we decided not too. Either way a few of us had gathered to waste some time toghether.
I distinctly remember 2names was doing her laundry, she evidently was the only one of us with any sort of agenda, and I also remember the smell of dead animal creeping up. You know how it does when the weather gets warm and it's almost like something must've dethawed, the flies finally found it and the wind picks up and lifts it just right, the dead stench seems to hang in the air....that's how this was. But no one thought anything of it. It was a fairly common smell in rural America.
Later in the day, the group dispersed to run errands, or just maybe to get away for a while. I came back to 2names house and she was there looking for Telly. Telly is a kitty 2names adopted, me and Niner also adopted 2 kitties from the same litter, so they were all brothers.
Well 2names hadn't seen Telly for a while and was afraid he might have ran away. The search began, although it didn't take long to figure out what had happened to Telly. I can't remember if it was 2names that found him or if she just realized what might have become of him, and made someone else look. But unbeknownst to 2names Telly met his fate, wrestling for life between socks, jeans and t-shirts.
Yes Telly took his last breath, inhaling fabric softener in the dryer at 2names' home. So that smell from before wasn't some animal thawing on a warm summer day, no unfortunately it was Telly getting fluffed in the dryer.
She was devastated, as anyone might be. She couldn't even look in the dryer. The way we figure he either jumped in while she was changing loads and she just didn't notice or, he somehow crawled up through the exhaust hose that went to the outside.
Niner came to the rescue (a true cat lover) and pulled Telly out, cleaned the dryer of any trace of the deceased feline and put him in a box for 2names.
2names along with Tom buried Telly that night along a dirt road, in a pasture. She tried to visit him again, but the rain had washed his grave away.
You know it really sucked what happened to Telly, and I felt bad becuase 2names felt so bad. But honestly when I think about it, and I'm an animal lover, its well...let me just say that little guy probably thought it was going to be so much fun and he'd have the time of his life when he jumped in that dryer.
Kinda like when you go on one of those spinning rides at the fair right after eating a ton of cotton candy and drinking a gallon of pop. Your excited, you can tell something big is about to happen, then the ride starts up and your getting jerked around and the ride starts picking up speed, and your thinking "oh this isn't so bad" then it picks up more speed, you get those little butterflies in your stomach, but then things start to change very quickly and panic takes over as the ride disorients you beyond all your recollections of normalcy, your heart drops down to your stomach, and you realized that the thing is just going faster and faster and faster, and it starts to sink in that the stupid thing is never going to stop.
Slowly you start to get hotter and hotter and your mouth is watering and all you see is blurs wizzing past, the distinct taste of cotton candy begins to creep back up only this time it doesn't taste the same as when it went down...you try to maintain control but then your body takes over and tries to expell all demons in an attempt to establish some form of equalibrium. Condensed and highly moisturized with Root Beer, brown cotton candy spews out of your mouth splashing the six people beside you on the ride. If they weren't screaming before, they are surely screaming in disgust now, and yelling to stop the ride before a puke fest ensues....
That's what I think it was like for Telly, except everything stopped before he was able to be humilated in front of all his friends.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Aliens Exist
Ok I know some people out there don't believe in aliens or that life exists in alternate universes, but I'd like to say to those that don't believe...your stupid. *sticks tongue out turns walks away very snotty like*
I'd like to say that the following may make me sound crazy, but I am not, I am a perfectly rational human, however besides being addicted to true crime TV shows, I also dabble in conspriracy theories and enjoy reading about pedophiles. I repeat this does not make me crazy or I pedophile (or at least I hope not).
First of all, I don't know when my fascination with extraterrestrial life came about, it sort of always been there. I just can't fathom there not being something else out there and I'm am naturally aroused and amused by things I don't understand or know everything about.
With space, it is (as far as we know) literally endless. And I'm not even using literally in a figurative sense, it is in a literal sense. So someone please tell me, how we are the only planet out there with living organism on it, I'm sorry I just don't believe it.
Not only that but if you read the news, and I'm not even referring to the freaky deaky news, there are hundreds of stories about unexplained sightings of objects flying in the air, crazy things falling out of the sky and even sightings caught on video. Of course the government has explanations for many of them, most of the time the "explanations" are so bogus, and only unless your a complete dumbass would you actually believe that the government is telling the truth. I am willing to believe that some supposed alien sightings could very well be secret government testing of equipment that they don't want the common Joe to know about and more importantly other countries. B
ut I also have a hard time believing that we aren't in contact with aliens, or at least have some knowledge of them.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/01/23/airforce.ufo/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/05/14/britain.ufos/index.html?iref=newssearch
Now I know there are those that don't care about space and what we do out there. I'm actually more interested in the stuff we don't know about, there lies the truth.
Are we really alone? I'm sorry I just don't think so.
I'd like to say that the following may make me sound crazy, but I am not, I am a perfectly rational human, however besides being addicted to true crime TV shows, I also dabble in conspriracy theories and enjoy reading about pedophiles. I repeat this does not make me crazy or I pedophile (or at least I hope not).
First of all, I don't know when my fascination with extraterrestrial life came about, it sort of always been there. I just can't fathom there not being something else out there and I'm am naturally aroused and amused by things I don't understand or know everything about.
With space, it is (as far as we know) literally endless. And I'm not even using literally in a figurative sense, it is in a literal sense. So someone please tell me, how we are the only planet out there with living organism on it, I'm sorry I just don't believe it.
Not only that but if you read the news, and I'm not even referring to the freaky deaky news, there are hundreds of stories about unexplained sightings of objects flying in the air, crazy things falling out of the sky and even sightings caught on video. Of course the government has explanations for many of them, most of the time the "explanations" are so bogus, and only unless your a complete dumbass would you actually believe that the government is telling the truth. I am willing to believe that some supposed alien sightings could very well be secret government testing of equipment that they don't want the common Joe to know about and more importantly other countries. B
ut I also have a hard time believing that we aren't in contact with aliens, or at least have some knowledge of them.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/01/23/airforce.ufo/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/05/14/britain.ufos/index.html?iref=newssearch
Now I know there are those that don't care about space and what we do out there. I'm actually more interested in the stuff we don't know about, there lies the truth.
Are we really alone? I'm sorry I just don't think so.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Blowing stuff up
The Hubby and I spent our first 3 day weekend together mostly at home. And it was great.
July 4th, we did go over to the English People's House then later we attended Rina's (MIL) get together. We decided not to stay and watch the fireworks show at Firewheel, instead we drove home and ended up passing out before Midnight, cuz we are such party animals.
Then on Friday, the 5th, we did some stuff around the house, made a briskit, and hung out together.
When the sun went down, we live far enough on the edge of town, that we could see people lucky enough to live outside of the city limits shooting off fireworks from our back patio. I guess The Hubby got a little jealous of those shooting off thier own fireworks and after a few beers and a few glasses of wine for me, we decided that blowing some stuff up, sounded like a good idea.
Lucky for us we watered our lawn earlier in the day (becuase we probably would have started it on fire, it was quite dry).
We started with sparklers, then went on to these things that spun and then took off up in the air, tried to light off a few things that were supposed to sparkle on the ground but they just lit on fire.
Also had a few, I'd call them M-80's, you know big firecracker that is really loud...but none of them went off. Duds...
The stuff we had was about 3 years old. We did have some fun with our worms...worms are great, light them on fire and watch them grow.
We didn't light our lawn on fire and we didn't get arrested, turned out to be a pretty ok evening.
July 4th, we did go over to the English People's House then later we attended Rina's (MIL) get together. We decided not to stay and watch the fireworks show at Firewheel, instead we drove home and ended up passing out before Midnight, cuz we are such party animals.
Then on Friday, the 5th, we did some stuff around the house, made a briskit, and hung out together.
When the sun went down, we live far enough on the edge of town, that we could see people lucky enough to live outside of the city limits shooting off fireworks from our back patio. I guess The Hubby got a little jealous of those shooting off thier own fireworks and after a few beers and a few glasses of wine for me, we decided that blowing some stuff up, sounded like a good idea.
Lucky for us we watered our lawn earlier in the day (becuase we probably would have started it on fire, it was quite dry).
We started with sparklers, then went on to these things that spun and then took off up in the air, tried to light off a few things that were supposed to sparkle on the ground but they just lit on fire.
Also had a few, I'd call them M-80's, you know big firecracker that is really loud...but none of them went off. Duds...
The stuff we had was about 3 years old. We did have some fun with our worms...worms are great, light them on fire and watch them grow.
We didn't light our lawn on fire and we didn't get arrested, turned out to be a pretty ok evening.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Don't make me cry
Chuck Norris has to use a stunt double when he does crying scenes.
I'm not much of a cryer either.
Not to say that I don't ever cry, but the tears, they are few and far between for me.
I don't cry at sappy movies, although I do know people that cried while watching King Kong (not going to name any names, he knows who he is).
I don't typically cry when I'm in pain. I cry mostly when I get really pissed off, or when being forced to say something hard to say to someone when having a serious conversation.
I sometimes cry when my feelings are hurt. And I cry when I lose someone I love.
I don't know why I do it, but sometimes when I'm sick and I have to tell someone that I'm sick, like a boss or when I was a kid my mom, I will start crying. I think becuase I don't like to admit when I'm sick. And I feel like such a loser having to say that I'm sick and I have to stay or go home. It really very strange and I can't control it.
Mostly I cry when I'm pissed. So don't piss me off. Also don't piss on me. I might cry, but I'll definately kick your ass and so will Chuck.
I'm not much of a cryer either.
Not to say that I don't ever cry, but the tears, they are few and far between for me.
I don't cry at sappy movies, although I do know people that cried while watching King Kong (not going to name any names, he knows who he is).
I don't typically cry when I'm in pain. I cry mostly when I get really pissed off, or when being forced to say something hard to say to someone when having a serious conversation.
I sometimes cry when my feelings are hurt. And I cry when I lose someone I love.
I don't know why I do it, but sometimes when I'm sick and I have to tell someone that I'm sick, like a boss or when I was a kid my mom, I will start crying. I think becuase I don't like to admit when I'm sick. And I feel like such a loser having to say that I'm sick and I have to stay or go home. It really very strange and I can't control it.
Mostly I cry when I'm pissed. So don't piss me off. Also don't piss on me. I might cry, but I'll definately kick your ass and so will Chuck.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
The Bomb
My first car was called "The Bomb" Mostly becuase it was blue, old and sometimes sounded like a bomb.
Not to be confused with "Da Bomb" becuase that it most certainly was not.
The Bomb was a hand-me-down, from my my parents to my older sister, then to my brother, then to me. I know it was a 1976 Dodge, and I think it was a Royal Manoco. (It looked pretty much like the picture, except the bomb was faded blue, and it had a white vinyl top or whatever you call that)
There was no air-conditioning, no FM radio, and no cassette player. Oh and when you did turn the radio on it just made a high pitched squealing sound. One of my friends dubbed The Bomb, the Squirrel Meat Machine, because he thought it sounded like squirrels were killing themselves in an attempt to make my car run when you did attempt to turn on the AM dial.
So to bring the tunes to my car we usually carried along a walkman with some speakers or a ghettoblaster. (Oh yea)
Cruising in The Bomb was pretty cool, I could fit 8 of my friends pretty easily and she had the smoothest ride going over hills and the Bartley Bumps.(Some interesections in a neighboring town that had some extreme DIPS in them that no matter how fast you were going you would't bottom out)
The Bomb however said her final good-byes the summer before my senior year. My parents sold her to someone wanting to use her in a demolition derby at the county fair. The ol' girl did pretty good too, until her tranny dropped and then she got pummelled.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Sometimes it just hits you
I'm sitting in my little cubicle today and it just sort of hits me. I have been at this job for over 2.5 years. I'm actually only 4 months away from my 3 year mark.
This doesn't mean I'm fully vested yet in my 401K, nor does it come with a higher rate of pay, furthermore, I won't get to pick out a present from the company for reaching said milestone.
No, October 3 will probably come and go without much hooplah... But for me it signifies the longest I have held a full-time job ever.
Now this is not to say that 3 years is the longest amount of time I have been employed. No, no, no...I have held various jobs, actually quite a large variety of of jobs, this is just the longest I have stayed with one company. Which also goes hand in hand with my living conditions.
This is the longest I have stayed in one place since highschool.
My working life started out probably a little younger than most, as I took over my sister's paper route when I was in third grade. 63 papers had to be delivered every day except Sunday.
The route started right after school and I usually made it back home around 5:30 or 6 p.m. every night. And on Saturday's the delivery was in the morning.
I did this for about 3 years. And I think I can count on one hand the amount of times one of my parents drove me around, because of heat, rain or snow.
I actually think it was just once.
I delivered those papers, in 100 degree heat, through downpouring rain and minus 20 degrees with blowing wind and snow. And never thought twice about it.
Luckily for me, about half way through my route, was the business section, in which I was able to enter air-conditioned buildings, or heated buildings on the very roughest of days. And most people allowed me a moment or so of rest before going back out.
I of course had my "buddies" on my route, those that I would stop and chit chat with for a few moments every day, unless of course I was trying to beat a quickest time or something. (Occassionaly I would see how fast I could get my route done, by riding my bike and sprinting to the doors for delivery, I wasn't allowed to "throw" the paper.)
First on my route was Mr. Goodenburger, he owned the barber shop, and he was the father of one of my classmates. Then I had the receptionist at the gas company (I can't remember her name but she was very nice) Then Stu, he was a bookkeeper of some sort, Then I stopped in at the lighthouse on my way home. (I had to quit stopping there as Nanner Nose was getting a little too friendly with me as I got older[on another side note Nanner Nose was the town window peep])
The hardest place to deliver was the ceramic shop. When you walk in the door of this place it is floor to ceiling of shelves filled with ceramic figurines. And the walking space between shelves wasn't very wide. And I had to go through there with my carrier pack on, which consisted of a big bag on the front and a big bag on the back that I wore over my head, usually filled with newspapers. I had to walk into the shop lay the paper on the counter then deftly turn around and carefully walk back out. Making sure not to let the bags swing too much and knock a breakable off the shelf.
Overall, I hated the paper route. I didn't make a lot of money, because I let some people slide with thier monthly payments. (Yes I had to collect the money for the paper) I hated confrontation, still do actually.
And I didn't get to sit at home watching "Saved by the Bell" and "Ricky Lake" like all my friends did.
I also attribute the paper route to the demise of my money handling skills. As I was the owner of a checking account at a very early age, and learned the skill of floating checks while others were still begging mom and dad for the cash.
I just wrote a check and hoped money would magically appear in the account. And most of the time the money didn't appear and my mom would find the overdraft notice and come yell at me. Though I never learned my lesson.
And lastly, I hated that my hands were always black with the print. You couldn't get away with touching anything. One time, one of my business customers told me I needed to quit picking my nose. I didn't know what he was talkin about until I got home and looked in the mirror and saw that my nose was all black.
This doesn't mean I'm fully vested yet in my 401K, nor does it come with a higher rate of pay, furthermore, I won't get to pick out a present from the company for reaching said milestone.
No, October 3 will probably come and go without much hooplah... But for me it signifies the longest I have held a full-time job ever.
Now this is not to say that 3 years is the longest amount of time I have been employed. No, no, no...I have held various jobs, actually quite a large variety of of jobs, this is just the longest I have stayed with one company. Which also goes hand in hand with my living conditions.
This is the longest I have stayed in one place since highschool.
My working life started out probably a little younger than most, as I took over my sister's paper route when I was in third grade. 63 papers had to be delivered every day except Sunday.
The route started right after school and I usually made it back home around 5:30 or 6 p.m. every night. And on Saturday's the delivery was in the morning.
I did this for about 3 years. And I think I can count on one hand the amount of times one of my parents drove me around, because of heat, rain or snow.
I actually think it was just once.
I delivered those papers, in 100 degree heat, through downpouring rain and minus 20 degrees with blowing wind and snow. And never thought twice about it.
Luckily for me, about half way through my route, was the business section, in which I was able to enter air-conditioned buildings, or heated buildings on the very roughest of days. And most people allowed me a moment or so of rest before going back out.
I of course had my "buddies" on my route, those that I would stop and chit chat with for a few moments every day, unless of course I was trying to beat a quickest time or something. (Occassionaly I would see how fast I could get my route done, by riding my bike and sprinting to the doors for delivery, I wasn't allowed to "throw" the paper.)
First on my route was Mr. Goodenburger, he owned the barber shop, and he was the father of one of my classmates. Then I had the receptionist at the gas company (I can't remember her name but she was very nice) Then Stu, he was a bookkeeper of some sort, Then I stopped in at the lighthouse on my way home. (I had to quit stopping there as Nanner Nose was getting a little too friendly with me as I got older[on another side note Nanner Nose was the town window peep])
The hardest place to deliver was the ceramic shop. When you walk in the door of this place it is floor to ceiling of shelves filled with ceramic figurines. And the walking space between shelves wasn't very wide. And I had to go through there with my carrier pack on, which consisted of a big bag on the front and a big bag on the back that I wore over my head, usually filled with newspapers. I had to walk into the shop lay the paper on the counter then deftly turn around and carefully walk back out. Making sure not to let the bags swing too much and knock a breakable off the shelf.
Overall, I hated the paper route. I didn't make a lot of money, because I let some people slide with thier monthly payments. (Yes I had to collect the money for the paper) I hated confrontation, still do actually.
And I didn't get to sit at home watching "Saved by the Bell" and "Ricky Lake" like all my friends did.
I also attribute the paper route to the demise of my money handling skills. As I was the owner of a checking account at a very early age, and learned the skill of floating checks while others were still begging mom and dad for the cash.
I just wrote a check and hoped money would magically appear in the account. And most of the time the money didn't appear and my mom would find the overdraft notice and come yell at me. Though I never learned my lesson.
And lastly, I hated that my hands were always black with the print. You couldn't get away with touching anything. One time, one of my business customers told me I needed to quit picking my nose. I didn't know what he was talkin about until I got home and looked in the mirror and saw that my nose was all black.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Vito & DQ
I love how music can take you to a place in time. Vito does that the best for me.
Vito (A.K.A Eric Cole) was a co-worker/friend of mine. And in my opinion he is one of the best unknown artists out there.
No one knew him as Eric, he was Vito to everyone. Sometimes when people picture a "Vito" I think they picture some kind of mafia ganster type. But our Vito was a scrawny little blue eyed guy with long light brown hair and bad teeth. Yet when he played, he made me swoon, but I'm kind of a sucker for guys that sing and play guitar.
I met Vito my first year at Wayne State, he worked day shift at Dairy Queen and I'd occasionaly get the pleasure of working with him. He was always found in the back, making burgers, or picking up trash in the parking lot. (Which was also known as an extra cigarette break for those that smoked).
Wayne was a suitcase college to the hilt, and in the summer the place emptied out cept for those that had jobs. And between the two bars and Texaco, Dairy Queen was the only other place offering employment, and not many wanted to give that up in the summer to not be hired back in the fall.
Us DQer's were a fun bunch. Most of us working part-time to try to earn enough money to buy beer and food; what was left over went to rent.
With nothing to do in the summer time, Wednesday nights were the DQ parties. Where past and current employee's got together to barbeque, play drinking games and get drunk. All while listening to Vito play his acustic guitar and sing us our favorites.
So much I enjoyed sitting around listening to him play, that he is the reason I want to learn to play guitar. And now years later, sitting in my cubicle wearing a dress of all things, listening to his debut CD, singing the songs only a few once knew the words to.
I now find I am so far away from the place and the person I was when I was mixing Blizzards, as I'm sure, so is he. The nostalgia sort of encompasses me.
I'm one of those people that never wants to go back. I am happy with where I am now. I never dream of living those highschool days or college days again.
I had a great time in highschool as well as in college, and sure, I also had some bad times, but whether I think of the good or the bad, recalling the memories and talking with the friends that shared those times, is as far back as I'm willing or really feel the need to go.
I'd love to see Vito again, love to hear him play live again. He is another reason why I fell in love with listening to live music.
Working fast food sucks, but when you work with a great group like those at the Wayne DQ, its not so bad.
Thanks for the memories and thanks Vito, for giving me a way to make them last.
Vito (A.K.A Eric Cole) was a co-worker/friend of mine. And in my opinion he is one of the best unknown artists out there.
No one knew him as Eric, he was Vito to everyone. Sometimes when people picture a "Vito" I think they picture some kind of mafia ganster type. But our Vito was a scrawny little blue eyed guy with long light brown hair and bad teeth. Yet when he played, he made me swoon, but I'm kind of a sucker for guys that sing and play guitar.
I met Vito my first year at Wayne State, he worked day shift at Dairy Queen and I'd occasionaly get the pleasure of working with him. He was always found in the back, making burgers, or picking up trash in the parking lot. (Which was also known as an extra cigarette break for those that smoked).
Wayne was a suitcase college to the hilt, and in the summer the place emptied out cept for those that had jobs. And between the two bars and Texaco, Dairy Queen was the only other place offering employment, and not many wanted to give that up in the summer to not be hired back in the fall.
Us DQer's were a fun bunch. Most of us working part-time to try to earn enough money to buy beer and food; what was left over went to rent.
With nothing to do in the summer time, Wednesday nights were the DQ parties. Where past and current employee's got together to barbeque, play drinking games and get drunk. All while listening to Vito play his acustic guitar and sing us our favorites.
So much I enjoyed sitting around listening to him play, that he is the reason I want to learn to play guitar. And now years later, sitting in my cubicle wearing a dress of all things, listening to his debut CD, singing the songs only a few once knew the words to.
I now find I am so far away from the place and the person I was when I was mixing Blizzards, as I'm sure, so is he. The nostalgia sort of encompasses me.
I'm one of those people that never wants to go back. I am happy with where I am now. I never dream of living those highschool days or college days again.
I had a great time in highschool as well as in college, and sure, I also had some bad times, but whether I think of the good or the bad, recalling the memories and talking with the friends that shared those times, is as far back as I'm willing or really feel the need to go.
I'd love to see Vito again, love to hear him play live again. He is another reason why I fell in love with listening to live music.
Working fast food sucks, but when you work with a great group like those at the Wayne DQ, its not so bad.
Thanks for the memories and thanks Vito, for giving me a way to make them last.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Chuck for President
Chuck Fact:
Chuck Norris doesn't shower, he only takes blood baths.
Speaking of baths I take a bath every day. Well actually every night before I go to bed. Whether I'm drunk, tired, just went swimming or whatever ... I always take a bubble bath.
Additionally I shower every morning. I have to take a shower, or I feel grimy and greasy all day. And it helps me wake up. Granted I take a very short shower in the morning, it is really just long enough to get my hair wet, use soap on my arm pits, neck, cooch and back, then I'm out.
I don't really consider, my cleansing habits to be a huge waste of water, becuase my showers in the morning are considerably shorter than the average person. I take them each night becuase it seems to help me wind down at the end of the day, relaxes me and helps me fall asleep. I tend to have a hard time falling asleep and I find that a routine helps with that.
Plus I just like to go to bed clean, and I don't see anything wrong with that.
Chuck Norris doesn't shower, he only takes blood baths.
Speaking of baths I take a bath every day. Well actually every night before I go to bed. Whether I'm drunk, tired, just went swimming or whatever ... I always take a bubble bath.
Additionally I shower every morning. I have to take a shower, or I feel grimy and greasy all day. And it helps me wake up. Granted I take a very short shower in the morning, it is really just long enough to get my hair wet, use soap on my arm pits, neck, cooch and back, then I'm out.
I don't really consider, my cleansing habits to be a huge waste of water, becuase my showers in the morning are considerably shorter than the average person. I take them each night becuase it seems to help me wind down at the end of the day, relaxes me and helps me fall asleep. I tend to have a hard time falling asleep and I find that a routine helps with that.
Plus I just like to go to bed clean, and I don't see anything wrong with that.
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