See more of these amazing drawings and read about them at Singing Desert and at Native American Rock Art.
Pretty amazing stuff.
Pretty amazing stuff.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
nnnuuuddder ruuuuuuuuuumm ppppppppppeeeeaaassss
And, please, don't forget the ice. Lots of ice.
Right now, I totally forget WHY I HAD TO WRITE THIS. OH YEAH....... I remember......
Ok, yeah, really now I remember. Stress. Total stress. I have not been able to relax for about 3 weeks. I cried when HM asked if I wanted to go to fried chicken dinner with grandparents. Chicken = crying? WTF?!!
The tables have turned. Scott is super excited and happy. I'm starting to freak and lose my mind.
I feel so lame. My problems are not BIG in any sense of the word. I have been through worse. WWWAAAYYY Worse, this is So freakin trivial compared. But I have never been through better. It's all 'right'. It's strange. The anvil is not hanging over my head. Neither is the safe. Or the piano. It's blue skies. Rainbows. Unicorns. Hard work. Commitment. Pain. Love. Sunshine. Rain. Thunderstorms. (don't forget the chicken crying) And god hope never a Tsunami (because in PA, you're homeowners insurance doesn't cover that).
pppppppppphhhhhhhhhttttttttttttt - on my hand. Fuck that shit. Go talk to some people that have REAL injuries. This? I can suck it up. Per my step father - "Shit happens, and you learn to live with the pain. " And I agree with him 100 and a zillion percent. I'm too young to be whining this way.
Wise advice, and every day, I understand it more.
And I don't have kids. From what I can tell - I don't want them either. Mom's amaze me and blow my mind. I wonder every second "How the hell do they deal with that?". And I then think about it for days. Maybe a few weeks. Maybe more - sometimes. But I think about it. Alot.
We want the best for us. We want the best for our families, yet suffering and hurt are always there lurking in the background. Waiting for us to become vulnerable and take us down like weak animals in the jungle.
There is more to us. All of us. And by that I swear my faith and trust and reason I CONTENT DELETED FOR PERSONAL PROTECTION
Go figure.
Thursday August 30th.
Good Morning.
HOLY CRAP I was drunk! Hubbyman and I had various things to do last evening, and I guess in our 'doing' I put a few away! Normally, I may have 2 or 3 cocktails in an evening, last night I think I was double that.
Our evening consisted of looking up the prices of garden equipment and tractors. The guy that owns our house for another 29 days called us and offered to sell us all his stuff, including his ride on mower/tractor thingy. OH - NOW I remember why I was slammin them down. HM and I do NOT do well together on the computer. He jumps around the room like a 7yo driving me insane and arguing with every move I make or website I went to look at. That's when it started...
Then we skipped dinner because I cannot eat after 7pm or I get very very sick over night and in the mornings. So I had another drink. And then we did Fantasy Football. Neither of us have ever done that, and Uncle Bruce wanted us to so what the hell. I have the Punk Wenches. His is Team Yuengling. SO there was more drinking and learning and reading about how Fantasy Football works. Then there was some general football talk because of the Sports Illustrated we got yesterday.
THEN THEN THEN! I really don't know what we did next. OH yeah, Scott made me eat some chicken patty because it was 10pm and I had not eaten, and I am also usually out and dead asleep by 9:30pm (yeah yeah I'm an old lady but I do get up at 4:30am). Then I ate some hummus. And had another drink and wrote the above down to the Go Figure line.
Yes, I HAD to delete one line. Sorry. It was really bad. Like psycho crazy bad. Oh, so it really was normal for me, just didn't like it so much this morning when I read it. Other then that I did not delete or change anything. I'm pretty good drunk. And a little mushy.
Did I call you? I don't think so, but sometimes I do drunk dial.
SO I guess that's my first really drunken post. Well, the above.
And today, I'm tired. Very very very very very tired. And forgot my damn iPod too so super chatty Cathy is talking my ear off here because I'm not headphoned up and ignoring her as usual. Damn. Of all days.
Right now, I totally forget WHY I HAD TO WRITE THIS. OH YEAH....... I remember......
Ok, yeah, really now I remember. Stress. Total stress. I have not been able to relax for about 3 weeks. I cried when HM asked if I wanted to go to fried chicken dinner with grandparents. Chicken = crying? WTF?!!
The tables have turned. Scott is super excited and happy. I'm starting to freak and lose my mind.
I feel so lame. My problems are not BIG in any sense of the word. I have been through worse. WWWAAAYYY Worse, this is So freakin trivial compared. But I have never been through better. It's all 'right'. It's strange. The anvil is not hanging over my head. Neither is the safe. Or the piano. It's blue skies. Rainbows. Unicorns. Hard work. Commitment. Pain. Love. Sunshine. Rain. Thunderstorms. (don't forget the chicken crying) And god hope never a Tsunami (because in PA, you're homeowners insurance doesn't cover that).
pppppppppphhhhhhhhhttttttttttttt - on my hand. Fuck that shit. Go talk to some people that have REAL injuries. This? I can suck it up. Per my step father - "Shit happens, and you learn to live with the pain. " And I agree with him 100 and a zillion percent. I'm too young to be whining this way.
Wise advice, and every day, I understand it more.
And I don't have kids. From what I can tell - I don't want them either. Mom's amaze me and blow my mind. I wonder every second "How the hell do they deal with that?". And I then think about it for days. Maybe a few weeks. Maybe more - sometimes. But I think about it. Alot.
We want the best for us. We want the best for our families, yet suffering and hurt are always there lurking in the background. Waiting for us to become vulnerable and take us down like weak animals in the jungle.
There is more to us. All of us. And by that I swear my faith and trust and reason I CONTENT DELETED FOR PERSONAL PROTECTION
Go figure.
Thursday August 30th.
Good Morning.
HOLY CRAP I was drunk! Hubbyman and I had various things to do last evening, and I guess in our 'doing' I put a few away! Normally, I may have 2 or 3 cocktails in an evening, last night I think I was double that.
Our evening consisted of looking up the prices of garden equipment and tractors. The guy that owns our house for another 29 days called us and offered to sell us all his stuff, including his ride on mower/tractor thingy. OH - NOW I remember why I was slammin them down. HM and I do NOT do well together on the computer. He jumps around the room like a 7yo driving me insane and arguing with every move I make or website I went to look at. That's when it started...
Then we skipped dinner because I cannot eat after 7pm or I get very very sick over night and in the mornings. So I had another drink. And then we did Fantasy Football. Neither of us have ever done that, and Uncle Bruce wanted us to so what the hell. I have the Punk Wenches. His is Team Yuengling. SO there was more drinking and learning and reading about how Fantasy Football works. Then there was some general football talk because of the Sports Illustrated we got yesterday.
THEN THEN THEN! I really don't know what we did next. OH yeah, Scott made me eat some chicken patty because it was 10pm and I had not eaten, and I am also usually out and dead asleep by 9:30pm (yeah yeah I'm an old lady but I do get up at 4:30am). Then I ate some hummus. And had another drink and wrote the above down to the Go Figure line.
Yes, I HAD to delete one line. Sorry. It was really bad. Like psycho crazy bad. Oh, so it really was normal for me, just didn't like it so much this morning when I read it. Other then that I did not delete or change anything. I'm pretty good drunk. And a little mushy.
Did I call you? I don't think so, but sometimes I do drunk dial.
SO I guess that's my first really drunken post. Well, the above.
And today, I'm tired. Very very very very very tired. And forgot my damn iPod too so super chatty Cathy is talking my ear off here because I'm not headphoned up and ignoring her as usual. Damn. Of all days.
Another Day in Paradise
The FIVE from Meilikki
1. Your hand injury has been drawn out inexcusably long related to MD's, insurance, and red tape. What message would you like to send to those that are responsible for supposedly providing you health care?
I don’t even think the internet could handle the "message" that wants to come out of my mouth regarding this situation.
I have completely given up on any kind of medical attention. I have completely given up any hope of professional positive medical care concerning this situation (nothing personal medical peeps that visit!). I have not seen a doctor in over a month, partly because I do not feel that anyone I have seen has HONESTLY listened to me about the injury. I felt pretty brushed off by all of them except one (and he can't do anything for me) so far. Also because we cannot afford the therapy and doctor visits and our lovely new insurance will not cover any of it. Thank you asshole boss of my husband. I do not like you and thank god I was not at the party Saturday where I heard you were getting toasted as I would have not been able to keep quiet about all the shit you reign down on your employees and my husband but that’s a whole nother tirade for another time.
I am so happy and thrilled to spend the rest of my life in constant pain, and have finally just accepted the loss of the use of one and one-half fingers on my left hand. (I can kind of use my ring finger sometimes.)
I have also finally come to terms with the fact I will never wear my engagement or wedding ring again at the size they currently are as the swelling in my hand is permanent due to the damage. We have started to discuss having them resized to fit over the swelling. But that bothers me for some strange reason, so we have not had it done yet.
The pain drags me down and is hard to deal some days, cause it just hurts so bad. I can’t hold my husbands hand the way I used to. I can’t carry things. I can’t grip anything. And worse? I can’t give anyone the finger with my left hand anymore, my pinky finger does not curl into the fist so I look like I’m giving the devil his due instead. I’m like Richard Pryor in that Moving movie when he tries to give people the finger and all he can do is point at them and grunt. All I can do now is point and grunt. Well, I swear like a trucker AND grunt.
2. You got a house for your birthday. If money was no object, how would you decorate it?
Decorate schmecorate. I’d have the damn thing bulldozed and rebuilt from scratch and hire someone to decorate for me. HUGE kitchen, nice fat ass living room with gas fireplace, master bedroom suite with my jacuzzi tub, game room for the Wii and our really stylin home entertainment system. Top of the line deck with top of the line grill and patio furniture. You know, like everyone else’s house. Ha ha.
3. Christmas Tree's, a live tree, or a fake tree?
Live. Always Live. Never fake. That’s just.. fake. And wrong. Besides the cats would kill me. They like Christmas, if only for the tree in the house.
4. If you won a free trip for 4 to anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where would you go, and whom would you take?
You can all stop wishing now cause you ain’t coming.
I would probably go to Ireland, Amsterdam, rest of Europe (have never been at all). Then Netherlands and possibly Iceland, hell, I’d just do one of those ‘round the world’ trips for like 2 years. Of course Hubbyman has to come. So that leaves 2. Since I hate everyone else, I guess it would be highest bidder. Or my dad. I’d take him, he buys good booze. That still leaves one. I think I’d take Jeffy too cause he drinks good booze! Maybe find him a nice whore of a European girl to keep him happy.
My friend Robert would come too, but I’d make him pay his own way and all that. Cause, well, I know he can.
5. What is the soundtrack of your life?
Have you SEEN my iPod list lately (Oh the Horror)?
Here is today’s list so far:
I Love My Dog – Sublime
Star Eyes – Charlie Parker
I Can’t Surf – Reverend Horton Heat
Tear it Down – Old Crow Medicine Show
This Must Be the Place – Talking Heads
Excentrifugal Forz – Frank Zappa
Alone – Blues Traveler
Three’s Company- Tee Vee Toon’s
Give it Away – Red Hot Chili Peppers
How Come – Ray LaMontagne
Be Here Now – Mason Jennings
If Love is Good to Me – Dean Martin
Tell it to Me – Tom Waits
Boy Named Sue – Johnny Cash
Hey Eugene – Pink Martini
People Ain't No Good - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Whirl-Y-Reel 2 - Afro Celt Sound System
Throw in some Dead, some Phish and a ton more jazz, and well, I guess that’s pretty much it.
OR if I was super rich and had all the superpowers in the universe (including bringing the dead to life) – I would have Freddy Mercury come back and write me an Opera like he did for Montserrat Caballe with Barcelona
THAT is probably one of my fave albums of all time.
Guess the above would be the soundtrack cause that’s the shit I listen to. I still haven't gotten to iTunes since that last post anyway and there were a few suggestions that I wanted to check out. Which if I ever get computer time at home again, I will. (chicken crack recipe will go out Friday! That is the first day I will be on home computer this week)
I’m not tagging anyone or playing by the rules, cause well, I’m too lazy to go looking for them, and I could really care less. If you want me to ask you 5 questions, leave a comment w/email and I’ll see what I can come up with.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Don't crush the mint
I took my mom & step-dad to the airport Saturday morning. Since they wanted to bring Otter the dog with them to say good bye, we went in their brand new Buick Enclave (you know, that super nice one Tiger Woods drives). That meant I got to drive it home.
DAMN! This car is nice! WOW! I mean WOW! It’s probably worth more then the house we just bought, but HEY – if you can live the luxury, do it! It’s a STYLIN ride if I ever drove one!
So I get all excited cause well, if I get to drive it back from the airport, what’s to stop me from driving it all weekend?
HM and I were planning on going to a BBQ party on Saturday, and he stayed home Friday night, while I stayed at my mom’s. I made Buffalo Chicken Dip for the party (I call it Chicken Crack – if you like wings – this stuff is the best - and once you start eating it - you can't stop it's soooo good!). It’s full of Frank’s hot Sauce, which if you have ever used, is a little oily. So here I am on a 45 minute drive to pick up HM with a 9x13 baking dish of chicken crack on the floor of the front seat sitting on a bunch of paper towels. (Why did I have it with me? Needed to put it in a crock pot and wasn't sure yet if we were taking dog to BBQ) Damn thing is leaking oil from the sauce (dripping out the lid), and sliding off and on the stupid paper towels! I had to pull over, God FORBID I damage this car in anyway. I pile a bunch of other stuff around it (like my jacket and purse) to keep it from sliding around. THAT’S when the super nervousness set it. I started freakin about driving this car!! What if something happens? They’ll KILL ME!! Their NEW car!! OMG OMG OMG OMG super freak, I’m super freakin WOW! Thankfully there is no hot sauce on the front seat floor.
I get up to my apartment to pick up HM and immediately relocate the chicken crack to the crockpot for the party. Now because I'm freakin over driving the 'nice' car we decided to take Otter and the car BACK to my mom’s and then go to the BBQ from there. So we’re going to hang out a little bit at our house first. Otter is ok, cats are freaking at Otter. Otter disappears and I go to find him. He’s in the hallway peeing on the carpet. This is the dog that NEVER has EVER peed in any house. Thanks Otter, for making me the first one in 5 years, and on your birthday too.
So HM cleans it all up and I go walk the damn dog (he just peed when he got out of the car!). Whatever. Stupid Otter.
Did I mention that it was 106 degrees Saturday? With over 100% humidity?
Because of the super oppressive heat and the dog peeing, we decide we need to get the dog home NOW and get him chilled out so we load everything up in the Buick. The crockpot is wrapped in saran wrap and inside a box. Damn thing is NOT spilling chicken crack in my mom’s car!! I explain my FREAKIN OUT to HM and that we are going to take my car to the party (he was all Let’s take THIS car!), he was a little bummed, but understood.
We stop to buy powerball tickets (of course! Syb – didn’t you get one too? Us gamblers!). HM in his nicest kissing my ass routine because he had pissed me off earlier, and I was upset, comes out of the store with 2 sodas. Did I mention it was 106 degrees? That rocked. Root Beer!! WOO HOO!
I put mine in ‘my’ (driver side) cup holder. He puts his in the other and says “OH SHIT!” I said "WHAT??!!" (SUPER FREAKIN NOW! YOOOWW!) he says “I crushed the mint!” he’s getting all excited and upset like he just dumped a crock-pot full of chicken crack on the front seat. I was like “What the hell are you talking about?” Seems one of the parental units left a mint in the stupid cup holder and when he put his soda in it he CRUSHED the mint. Little mint pieces everywhere. HM says, “I didn’t mean to crush the mint! I just wanted to put my soda in there!”
That’s when I lost my shit. I just started crying. I had a total breakdown right there in the pharmacy parking lot. I lost it. Now mind you, I was already upset because of the stupid house crap that I am not getting into right now (it’s all still on don’t go there!). I start crying and saying “That’s exactly how my life is right now! I just keep trying to do the right thing and no matter what I do, I crush the fucking mint!”
So from this day forward, my goal is life is to not crush the mint.
We made it home with the Buick no incidents. Hubbyman totally cleaned out the mint then I immediately put it in it's spot and locked it all up. We ended up not going to the party it was way too hot to be sitting outside and I’m obviously not right in the head. We froze all of the chicken crack and had a nice relaxing day inside with Otter and the AC.
Go forth into the world, and don’t crush the mint. Me? I’ve already ground a few into dust. But I’m trying.
PS. If you want Chicken Crack recipe, leave a comment with your email and I'll send it.
DAMN! This car is nice! WOW! I mean WOW! It’s probably worth more then the house we just bought, but HEY – if you can live the luxury, do it! It’s a STYLIN ride if I ever drove one!
So I get all excited cause well, if I get to drive it back from the airport, what’s to stop me from driving it all weekend?
HM and I were planning on going to a BBQ party on Saturday, and he stayed home Friday night, while I stayed at my mom’s. I made Buffalo Chicken Dip for the party (I call it Chicken Crack – if you like wings – this stuff is the best - and once you start eating it - you can't stop it's soooo good!). It’s full of Frank’s hot Sauce, which if you have ever used, is a little oily. So here I am on a 45 minute drive to pick up HM with a 9x13 baking dish of chicken crack on the floor of the front seat sitting on a bunch of paper towels. (Why did I have it with me? Needed to put it in a crock pot and wasn't sure yet if we were taking dog to BBQ) Damn thing is leaking oil from the sauce (dripping out the lid), and sliding off and on the stupid paper towels! I had to pull over, God FORBID I damage this car in anyway. I pile a bunch of other stuff around it (like my jacket and purse) to keep it from sliding around. THAT’S when the super nervousness set it. I started freakin about driving this car!! What if something happens? They’ll KILL ME!! Their NEW car!! OMG OMG OMG OMG super freak, I’m super freakin WOW! Thankfully there is no hot sauce on the front seat floor.
I get up to my apartment to pick up HM and immediately relocate the chicken crack to the crockpot for the party. Now because I'm freakin over driving the 'nice' car we decided to take Otter and the car BACK to my mom’s and then go to the BBQ from there. So we’re going to hang out a little bit at our house first. Otter is ok, cats are freaking at Otter. Otter disappears and I go to find him. He’s in the hallway peeing on the carpet. This is the dog that NEVER has EVER peed in any house. Thanks Otter, for making me the first one in 5 years, and on your birthday too.
So HM cleans it all up and I go walk the damn dog (he just peed when he got out of the car!). Whatever. Stupid Otter.
Did I mention that it was 106 degrees Saturday? With over 100% humidity?
Because of the super oppressive heat and the dog peeing, we decide we need to get the dog home NOW and get him chilled out so we load everything up in the Buick. The crockpot is wrapped in saran wrap and inside a box. Damn thing is NOT spilling chicken crack in my mom’s car!! I explain my FREAKIN OUT to HM and that we are going to take my car to the party (he was all Let’s take THIS car!), he was a little bummed, but understood.
We stop to buy powerball tickets (of course! Syb – didn’t you get one too? Us gamblers!). HM in his nicest kissing my ass routine because he had pissed me off earlier, and I was upset, comes out of the store with 2 sodas. Did I mention it was 106 degrees? That rocked. Root Beer!! WOO HOO!
I put mine in ‘my’ (driver side) cup holder. He puts his in the other and says “OH SHIT!” I said "WHAT??!!" (SUPER FREAKIN NOW! YOOOWW!) he says “I crushed the mint!” he’s getting all excited and upset like he just dumped a crock-pot full of chicken crack on the front seat. I was like “What the hell are you talking about?” Seems one of the parental units left a mint in the stupid cup holder and when he put his soda in it he CRUSHED the mint. Little mint pieces everywhere. HM says, “I didn’t mean to crush the mint! I just wanted to put my soda in there!”
That’s when I lost my shit. I just started crying. I had a total breakdown right there in the pharmacy parking lot. I lost it. Now mind you, I was already upset because of the stupid house crap that I am not getting into right now (it’s all still on don’t go there!). I start crying and saying “That’s exactly how my life is right now! I just keep trying to do the right thing and no matter what I do, I crush the fucking mint!”
So from this day forward, my goal is life is to not crush the mint.
We made it home with the Buick no incidents. Hubbyman totally cleaned out the mint then I immediately put it in it's spot and locked it all up. We ended up not going to the party it was way too hot to be sitting outside and I’m obviously not right in the head. We froze all of the chicken crack and had a nice relaxing day inside with Otter and the AC.
Go forth into the world, and don’t crush the mint. Me? I’ve already ground a few into dust. But I’m trying.
PS. If you want Chicken Crack recipe, leave a comment with your email and I'll send it.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Art Glows
Sorry for the short Friday Art Post, but I'm dogsitting at my mom's and well, she's still here. I take them to the airport at 5am tomorrow morning. THEN the fun begins!!
Whose bringing the keg? Anyone got any weed?
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I hate people
I know, it sounds bad and mean and nasty, but it's true. I hate people. I especially hate stupid people. And people that don't take accountability for their own actions.
I've spent the last few weeks getting 'beat up' by people who think that besides doing my own job or managing my own life, I need to be doing their job and managing their lives.
I really can't take it much longer. The anger and frustration of being the punching bag is really getting to me.
I can't do it all. I'm barely doing my own shit, let alone the rest of the asshats that keep thinking I'm a dumping ground.
I don't know anyone who can.
In the meantime, I hate people. Except for you of course. You're awesome. Stay that way. PLEASE.
I've spent the last few weeks getting 'beat up' by people who think that besides doing my own job or managing my own life, I need to be doing their job and managing their lives.
I really can't take it much longer. The anger and frustration of being the punching bag is really getting to me.
I can't do it all. I'm barely doing my own shit, let alone the rest of the asshats that keep thinking I'm a dumping ground.
I don't know anyone who can.
In the meantime, I hate people. Except for you of course. You're awesome. Stay that way. PLEASE.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Super Quickie Update
I have been pretty slammed lately. So my blogging will be suffering until I get some more time on my hands.
Not only is work picking up pretty crazy like, but of course, at home we are frantically sitting on the couch watching TV, and/or reading and THINKING about packing that we should have done last week that is not done.
We got the video from the wedding last night. We are the biggest dorks in the universe. We knew that but this vid PROVES it. I'll try to put a few snippets up next week. Can't say it was worth what we paid, but at least we finally got the damn thing. Guess I made enough noise that George finally heard me.
I need to learn Photoshop TONIGHT, because I am queen procrastinator. I am helping my step-dad Charlie with some stuff from his office, and I promised I'd have draft product for him tomorrow. OH SHIT! So I do get some puter time tonight, but only for that. And I may be making some frantic phone calls to those of you that know the program already... I hope you'll be home!
I am working on my 5 that Meilikki sent me too, hopefully that will be done this week as well.
We got the list of repairs that we are required to do by the appraiser from the mortgage company. We will be spending the next few weekends doing that. Nothing major, just some scraping and painting... small stuff.
For now, gotta bolt, I literally have a 6" pile of invoices on my desk that I need to deal with. Freakin bills.
Not only is work picking up pretty crazy like, but of course, at home we are frantically sitting on the couch watching TV, and/or reading and THINKING about packing that we should have done last week that is not done.
We got the video from the wedding last night. We are the biggest dorks in the universe. We knew that but this vid PROVES it. I'll try to put a few snippets up next week. Can't say it was worth what we paid, but at least we finally got the damn thing. Guess I made enough noise that George finally heard me.
I need to learn Photoshop TONIGHT, because I am queen procrastinator. I am helping my step-dad Charlie with some stuff from his office, and I promised I'd have draft product for him tomorrow. OH SHIT! So I do get some puter time tonight, but only for that. And I may be making some frantic phone calls to those of you that know the program already... I hope you'll be home!
I am working on my 5 that Meilikki sent me too, hopefully that will be done this week as well.
We got the list of repairs that we are required to do by the appraiser from the mortgage company. We will be spending the next few weekends doing that. Nothing major, just some scraping and painting... small stuff.
For now, gotta bolt, I literally have a 6" pile of invoices on my desk that I need to deal with. Freakin bills.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Redneck Art
Gingerbread houses that look just like their real homes
I couldn't resist doing this the second I saw it. If you have the stomach for it - check out Deer Butt Alien Heads. I stole this whole thing from him. It's pretty damn funny.
Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect for any of you that feel you are a redneck. But if you have some of this art in your home. Please get rid of it. Immediately. I mean right now. Get up - take it down, and go outside and burn it. NOW. Take matches and some lighter fluid and a case of beer. Thank you.
Deer Butt alien head
A lovely squirrel butt coat hook
Attractive rat butt plaque
I couldn't resist doing this the second I saw it. If you have the stomach for it - check out Deer Butt Alien Heads. I stole this whole thing from him. It's pretty damn funny.
Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect for any of you that feel you are a redneck. But if you have some of this art in your home. Please get rid of it. Immediately. I mean right now. Get up - take it down, and go outside and burn it. NOW. Take matches and some lighter fluid and a case of beer. Thank you.
Oh the Horror
I left my headphones for my iPod at home. Of course I charged it last night because I was having the most awesome shuffle and I didn't want to lose it. So since I can't listen to it here are the last hour worth of songs I listened to.
Afternoon Delight - Will Ferrel & The Channel 4 News Team - Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy
Bales of Cocaine - The Reverend Horton Heat - The Full Custom Gospel Sounds
Man in Black - Johnny Cash - 16 Biggest Hits
Dixie Mambo - Dixie Power Trio - Dixie Power Trio
Nevermind - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Freaky Styley
Livin on the Edge (of Houston) - The Reverend Horton Heat - The Full Custom Gospel Sounds
Hill Street Blues - Tee Vee Toons - Television's Greatest Hits Vol 3.: 70's and 80's
Arrivederci Roma - Dean Martin - That's Amore: The Best of Dean Martin
Black Dog - Led Zepplin - Led Zeppelin IV (aka ZOSO)
Santeria - Sublime - Sublime
Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows - Shrek 2 Soundtrack
The Diabolical Plan Dance - BMG - Dr. Normal & Other Favorites
Bertha - Grateful Dead - Skull & Roses
Blue Suede Shoes - Carl Perkins - At San Quentin
Don't take your guns to town - Johnny Cash - 16 Biggest Hits
Bend down the Branch - Tom Waits - Orphans: Brawlers, and Thieves
My Little Suede Shoes - Charlie Parker - The Best of Charlie Parker
With this Love - Peter Gabriel - Passion: music for the Last Temptation of Christ
Is Asking Land - Talking Heads - Once in a Lifetime - Disc 3
The Alvin Show - Tee Vee Toons - Television's Greatest Hits Vol 3.: 70's and 80's
Alegria - Kristy MacColl - Tropical Brainstorm
Divided Sky - Phish - Live Phish - 8/13/96 - Deer Creek
The above run started with Divided Sky as I left Charlies office last night for the hour long drive home. I got home right when Afternoon Delight started, so I'll start back up from there LATER cause I can't now. Stupid stupid stupid!!!
I cheated and the next song is Carl Perkins - Restless. So I think this good run of shuffle is going to keep on. At least for 1 more song.
OH - and this weekend I am so getting on iTunes and getting some new music.. any suggestions? Something you think I will like?
Well, that's it for today so far. Have a great Friday.
Afternoon Delight - Will Ferrel & The Channel 4 News Team - Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy
Bales of Cocaine - The Reverend Horton Heat - The Full Custom Gospel Sounds
Man in Black - Johnny Cash - 16 Biggest Hits
Dixie Mambo - Dixie Power Trio - Dixie Power Trio
Nevermind - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Freaky Styley
Livin on the Edge (of Houston) - The Reverend Horton Heat - The Full Custom Gospel Sounds
Hill Street Blues - Tee Vee Toons - Television's Greatest Hits Vol 3.: 70's and 80's
Arrivederci Roma - Dean Martin - That's Amore: The Best of Dean Martin
Black Dog - Led Zepplin - Led Zeppelin IV (aka ZOSO)
Santeria - Sublime - Sublime
Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows - Shrek 2 Soundtrack
The Diabolical Plan Dance - BMG - Dr. Normal & Other Favorites
Bertha - Grateful Dead - Skull & Roses
Blue Suede Shoes - Carl Perkins - At San Quentin
Don't take your guns to town - Johnny Cash - 16 Biggest Hits
Bend down the Branch - Tom Waits - Orphans: Brawlers, and Thieves
My Little Suede Shoes - Charlie Parker - The Best of Charlie Parker
With this Love - Peter Gabriel - Passion: music for the Last Temptation of Christ
Is Asking Land - Talking Heads - Once in a Lifetime - Disc 3
The Alvin Show - Tee Vee Toons - Television's Greatest Hits Vol 3.: 70's and 80's
Alegria - Kristy MacColl - Tropical Brainstorm
Divided Sky - Phish - Live Phish - 8/13/96 - Deer Creek
The above run started with Divided Sky as I left Charlies office last night for the hour long drive home. I got home right when Afternoon Delight started, so I'll start back up from there LATER cause I can't now. Stupid stupid stupid!!!
I cheated and the next song is Carl Perkins - Restless. So I think this good run of shuffle is going to keep on. At least for 1 more song.
OH - and this weekend I am so getting on iTunes and getting some new music.. any suggestions? Something you think I will like?
Well, that's it for today so far. Have a great Friday.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Coffee and other ramblings of the day
So I've been really lacking on the posting material lately. Nah, the video thing didn't count cause well, it just didn't. Sadly, that is not going to change. I'm still lacking.. in many areas for that matter. So here are just a few rocks that have been tumbling around in my head.
"I'm going to have that kind of day aren't I?" is what I thought as I hit every single light red on the way in.
Coffee - they give us free coffee at work. Today, there was NO cappachino packets. NONE. I even went to a different floor, and NOPE. OUT. So I made a 'regular' cup. No wonder this shit is free, it sucks. Damn. Nasty! Yes, I drank it anyway. I need my one little 6 ounce cup of coffee every day.
Cable TV - I hate Comcast. They totally suck ass. And i got that email from work today that will give us a discount on Dish TV if we get it (which would be WAY cheaper). SO how do I convince HM to give up Comcast? He swears he can't watch the stupid Phillies games on any other cable network (something about local games, blah blah, baseball bullshit, blah blah)... hum.. must think on that one... or do we go for the Comcast triple play? But then..
Do we really still need a house phone? What do we use it for? Ordering Pizza's and getting calls to the wrong number? We have moved away from using the house phone to mostly using our cells... so yet, another thing to think about.
How bizarre is it that homeowners insurance is more expensive if you own a dog, but they could care less about 4 cats? Our cats will cause you more damage with their claws then any dog, but hey, that's the way they want it, penalize the dog owners.. go for it.
Damn. This coffee sucks ass. sip, sip, sip....
What the hell can I post about? Coffee? nah, boring. All the red lights this am? nah, lame. Me being up at 2am washing out my panties cause of blowout? Nah, may gross people out...... Wii? Nah, haven't played in awhile, actually have it packed now too. Packing? Nah. The box war? Nah. Well, maybe...
We have acquired so many boxes that we have no where to put them and thing we are going to have 'extra' boxes when we get done packing.
Wow. That WAS lame-o! Bet you all really care about our piles of empty soon to be filled boxes! Hell, even I don't give a shit on that one.
Crap. Nah, there are way too many kid poop/crap blogs out there already, and what crap do I have to talk about? Cat crap? ick. I'll pass.
That I should be working and I'm not? That's pretty freakin obvious...
How happy I am that almost every person that sits around me is gone on vacation or out today and it's so so so so nice and quiet that I don't feel forced to put the iPod on to drown out the supidity? Ok. That is cool, but what all 1 sentence of it?
That I bombed the hell out of my pirate beootches last night when they weren't looking? Well, if they didn't know before they read this, they do now!!! Thanks for all the coins pirate ladies! Who else could I bomb? I had no one! And I have no coins now so bomb the hell outta me cause you get NOTHING.
That CK has us addicted to pirates to the point I played that INSTEAD of watching GG and drinking? Me - NO WATCH GG for Pirates, and too involved to get up and get more drinkie.... damn.... now that's bad....
That HM is freaking out in ways I never thought him capable of? I guess this house thing is a big deal to him. Yeah, yeah, I know it is.. but he's freaking out over NOTHING... nothing! And it's getting very irritating. I just keep telling myself- September 28th.... September 28th.. September 28th... if he dosn't chill after that, at least I'll have a yard to bury the body in.
How all I think about is getting my hands back into that Photoshop and my daily if any time on the computer at home is limited to an hour or less and in that time I need to read blogs, try to write emails and damn it, play pirates now! Shit. Maybe this weekend if HM golfs I can get on for a solid 3 or 4 hours and really catch up (sorry all you lovelies whose emails I have not returned yet! I'm getting there!)
That my friend Robert who lives in Hawaii, is in the middle of all those storms and I can't get ahold of him? He has not answered emails and his phone is not answering either... I worry.
Anyway, those are all the loser lame-o things that ran through my head so far today.
Have a good Hump Day. Oh yeah, maybe I should talk about humping? Nah, I'll save that for another day.. The good ole Humphrey the humper story... maybe tomorrow.
"I'm going to have that kind of day aren't I?" is what I thought as I hit every single light red on the way in.
Coffee - they give us free coffee at work. Today, there was NO cappachino packets. NONE. I even went to a different floor, and NOPE. OUT. So I made a 'regular' cup. No wonder this shit is free, it sucks. Damn. Nasty! Yes, I drank it anyway. I need my one little 6 ounce cup of coffee every day.
Cable TV - I hate Comcast. They totally suck ass. And i got that email from work today that will give us a discount on Dish TV if we get it (which would be WAY cheaper). SO how do I convince HM to give up Comcast? He swears he can't watch the stupid Phillies games on any other cable network (something about local games, blah blah, baseball bullshit, blah blah)... hum.. must think on that one... or do we go for the Comcast triple play? But then..
Do we really still need a house phone? What do we use it for? Ordering Pizza's and getting calls to the wrong number? We have moved away from using the house phone to mostly using our cells... so yet, another thing to think about.
How bizarre is it that homeowners insurance is more expensive if you own a dog, but they could care less about 4 cats? Our cats will cause you more damage with their claws then any dog, but hey, that's the way they want it, penalize the dog owners.. go for it.
Damn. This coffee sucks ass. sip, sip, sip....
What the hell can I post about? Coffee? nah, boring. All the red lights this am? nah, lame. Me being up at 2am washing out my panties cause of blowout? Nah, may gross people out...... Wii? Nah, haven't played in awhile, actually have it packed now too. Packing? Nah. The box war? Nah. Well, maybe...
We have acquired so many boxes that we have no where to put them and thing we are going to have 'extra' boxes when we get done packing.
Wow. That WAS lame-o! Bet you all really care about our piles of empty soon to be filled boxes! Hell, even I don't give a shit on that one.
Crap. Nah, there are way too many kid poop/crap blogs out there already, and what crap do I have to talk about? Cat crap? ick. I'll pass.
That I should be working and I'm not? That's pretty freakin obvious...
How happy I am that almost every person that sits around me is gone on vacation or out today and it's so so so so nice and quiet that I don't feel forced to put the iPod on to drown out the supidity? Ok. That is cool, but what all 1 sentence of it?
That I bombed the hell out of my pirate beootches last night when they weren't looking? Well, if they didn't know before they read this, they do now!!! Thanks for all the coins pirate ladies! Who else could I bomb? I had no one! And I have no coins now so bomb the hell outta me cause you get NOTHING.
That CK has us addicted to pirates to the point I played that INSTEAD of watching GG and drinking? Me - NO WATCH GG for Pirates, and too involved to get up and get more drinkie.... damn.... now that's bad....
That HM is freaking out in ways I never thought him capable of? I guess this house thing is a big deal to him. Yeah, yeah, I know it is.. but he's freaking out over NOTHING... nothing! And it's getting very irritating. I just keep telling myself- September 28th.... September 28th.. September 28th... if he dosn't chill after that, at least I'll have a yard to bury the body in.
How all I think about is getting my hands back into that Photoshop and my daily if any time on the computer at home is limited to an hour or less and in that time I need to read blogs, try to write emails and damn it, play pirates now! Shit. Maybe this weekend if HM golfs I can get on for a solid 3 or 4 hours and really catch up (sorry all you lovelies whose emails I have not returned yet! I'm getting there!)
That my friend Robert who lives in Hawaii, is in the middle of all those storms and I can't get ahold of him? He has not answered emails and his phone is not answering either... I worry.
Anyway, those are all the loser lame-o things that ran through my head so far today.
Have a good Hump Day. Oh yeah, maybe I should talk about humping? Nah, I'll save that for another day.. The good ole Humphrey the humper story... maybe tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Damn Videographer
Hubbyman and I became spousal units to each other on October 7, 2006. It was a beautiful and wonderful day. It was the best day in our lives.
We hired this guy George Alford, Pro Video and Photography to record our video. My father who generously assisted us in paying for the wedding (we couldn't have done it without him!), paid for the video. UP FRONT. He talked to the video guy and felt he could 'trust him' and that we wouldn't be screwed.
We're getting screwed.
It has been 10 months. I started calling George about 4 months after the wedding asking when we would be getting the DVD. I heard repeatedly how he was about 2-3 months behind and would have it to us 'in a few more weeks'. I kept calling. I kept hearing the same things "My editor quit, I have to do it all myself, I can't get anyone, a few more weeks"
It's been 10 months. I've been calling minimum every 2 weeks.
We still have no video. George will not return or answer any of our calls. Scott and I take turns calling and leaving messages. He never calls back. I have as of today, started to send him emails from his website.
My father is taking over trying to get this guy to work with us, which means lawyers are getting involved. This video was not CHEAP. It was quite expensive actually. Yes, it was priced accordingly with other wedding videographers, but this guy came HIGHLY recommend by another videographer who was already booked on our wedding day.
I know most people could care less about our DVD wedding video, but if you do, can you do me a HUGEMONGUS favor? Email George and ask him to please send at least the RAW video to us. Maybe if a bunch of people bug him, he'll do SOMETHING. Even if it is just call us back or send us the raw footage to take elsewhere for editing.
Shannon & Scott, October 7, 2006, Kimberton, PA.
I am tired of crying over this DVD. I am tired of feeling my heartbreak because I never got to show it to my friends when I was on vacation. I am sad that my family has not seen it. I am sad that we will be moving into our house 1 week before our 1 year anniversary and we will not be able to revisit that wonderful day.
George Alford owner of Pro Video and Photography, you're an asshat. And you're breaking my heart because of your unprofessional business dealing. You will be reported to the BBB and I will make DAMN SURE that every single person I know, knows about you, and I will try to even let people I don't know, know how shitty you treat your clients.
12:30pm UPDATE: I sent him 2 emails. I filed a complaint with the BBB. I called the guy that referred me to him, he was surprised and said he would contact the guy himself as he has known him 20 years. I faxed the contract and all the info to my dad for the lawyer.
I got a call from George. Supposedly our video is 'up next'. He says he is doing them in order and we are 'in the system now'. We supposedly will have our video by the end of next week. He was going on and on about how we got extra service and he's doing extra things that we didn't pay for, and I didn't reply to anything, just let him talk. Maybe because I didn't say anything but he says to me "You don't have to have an attitude with me! I'm doing them nice, I'm not messing it up or making it bad." I still didn't say anything. Because DUDE - it's been 10 MONTHS - I have every freakin right to 'have an attitude' and I was being quiet and nice because YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ATTITUDE buddy, and I was trying to play nice and not be a bitch from hell.
I maintained my quiet.
If I do not have a DVD by the end of next week. MY Attitude is going to be kicking this guy in the ass.
I'll let you know.
We hired this guy George Alford, Pro Video and Photography to record our video. My father who generously assisted us in paying for the wedding (we couldn't have done it without him!), paid for the video. UP FRONT. He talked to the video guy and felt he could 'trust him' and that we wouldn't be screwed.
We're getting screwed.
It has been 10 months. I started calling George about 4 months after the wedding asking when we would be getting the DVD. I heard repeatedly how he was about 2-3 months behind and would have it to us 'in a few more weeks'. I kept calling. I kept hearing the same things "My editor quit, I have to do it all myself, I can't get anyone, a few more weeks"
It's been 10 months. I've been calling minimum every 2 weeks.
We still have no video. George will not return or answer any of our calls. Scott and I take turns calling and leaving messages. He never calls back. I have as of today, started to send him emails from his website.
My father is taking over trying to get this guy to work with us, which means lawyers are getting involved. This video was not CHEAP. It was quite expensive actually. Yes, it was priced accordingly with other wedding videographers, but this guy came HIGHLY recommend by another videographer who was already booked on our wedding day.
I know most people could care less about our DVD wedding video, but if you do, can you do me a HUGEMONGUS favor? Email George and ask him to please send at least the RAW video to us. Maybe if a bunch of people bug him, he'll do SOMETHING. Even if it is just call us back or send us the raw footage to take elsewhere for editing.
Shannon & Scott, October 7, 2006, Kimberton, PA.
I am tired of crying over this DVD. I am tired of feeling my heartbreak because I never got to show it to my friends when I was on vacation. I am sad that my family has not seen it. I am sad that we will be moving into our house 1 week before our 1 year anniversary and we will not be able to revisit that wonderful day.
George Alford owner of Pro Video and Photography, you're an asshat. And you're breaking my heart because of your unprofessional business dealing. You will be reported to the BBB and I will make DAMN SURE that every single person I know, knows about you, and I will try to even let people I don't know, know how shitty you treat your clients.
12:30pm UPDATE: I sent him 2 emails. I filed a complaint with the BBB. I called the guy that referred me to him, he was surprised and said he would contact the guy himself as he has known him 20 years. I faxed the contract and all the info to my dad for the lawyer.
I got a call from George. Supposedly our video is 'up next'. He says he is doing them in order and we are 'in the system now'. We supposedly will have our video by the end of next week. He was going on and on about how we got extra service and he's doing extra things that we didn't pay for, and I didn't reply to anything, just let him talk. Maybe because I didn't say anything but he says to me "You don't have to have an attitude with me! I'm doing them nice, I'm not messing it up or making it bad." I still didn't say anything. Because DUDE - it's been 10 MONTHS - I have every freakin right to 'have an attitude' and I was being quiet and nice because YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ATTITUDE buddy, and I was trying to play nice and not be a bitch from hell.
I maintained my quiet.
If I do not have a DVD by the end of next week. MY Attitude is going to be kicking this guy in the ass.
I'll let you know.
Monday, August 13, 2007
On the way home from Uncle Bruce & Aunt Terry's on Saturday night
BW: You know we should look into doing that too, getting our plots and headstones now so no one is stuck dealing with all that. Especially if we're not having kids.
HM: Yeah, that's not a bad idea. But you do know statistically I'm going first.
BW: I'm fatter and older, I'm probably going first.
HM: Has nothing to do with it. But you know, I wouldn't mind if we were about 65-70 and just went at the same time in a firey car wreck.
BW: I'll try to remember that, considering you probably still won't have your license, I'll most likely be driving.
We laughed so hard we were crying.
HM: Yeah, that's not a bad idea. But you do know statistically I'm going first.
BW: I'm fatter and older, I'm probably going first.
HM: Has nothing to do with it. But you know, I wouldn't mind if we were about 65-70 and just went at the same time in a firey car wreck.
BW: I'll try to remember that, considering you probably still won't have your license, I'll most likely be driving.
We laughed so hard we were crying.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
20 minutes of photoshop
This is how I dress for Eagles games. Except I have an Eagle instead of a cow. Or I have a cow if the Eagles win.I belive my HM is about to become a photoshop widow.
But not today, must go do laundry and cleaning and house crap and play some other time. I'll be back oh sweet sweet photoshop!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Good conversation topic
I recently had a friend that was dumped after 3 years of a relationship. It hurt her, as I am sure you can imagine. Yet, she is in a financial situation where she still has to LIVE with the guy for at least a few more months.
Of course this guy, we'll call, SA, has been nicer to her since he dumped her then ever. And yes, has come home drunk and expected the booty call too. Being the woman she is, she caved. C'mon, we have ALL done it -caved to the ex for sex... we're not all proud of it but we've done it.
So since this has happened a lot of people have commented that the only reason SA dumped her was because he's afraid of commitment.
MY theory is he is being so super nice, etc because he has no more strings, no pressure...
This conversation was had in email yesterday:
Dumped: like my mom said he just wants a relationship not a commitment.
other Friend: What's the difference?
Dumped: I had to think about it too, a relationship is being with the person, no commitment of marriage.
Now here is where I had to pipe in, because well, I'm like that, giving out my opinion when no one asked or really cares...
This was my reply:
Have to chime in here... relationship means he's getting the booty, can do whatever he wants with NO STRINGS... not just commitment, but he wouldn't have to go to that 'family party' if you're just 'friends with benefits' he wouldn't have to do much at xmas or bdays, etc... he wouldn't be the one to come help you if you get a flat in the middle of nowhere, or run out of gas. He won't buy you feminine product at the store.
Commitment even if it does not include marriage, means you DO go to that 'family party' even if you don't want to, because you do it for the person you love. Means you do SUPER nice things for xmas and bdays, and surprise the person. Because you LOVE them. And you buy tampons for your lady.
So this is the question that is going to come up when Dumped and Other Friend get to work this am... What is the difference between a relationship & commitment?
What do you think?
Of course this guy, we'll call, SA, has been nicer to her since he dumped her then ever. And yes, has come home drunk and expected the booty call too. Being the woman she is, she caved. C'mon, we have ALL done it -caved to the ex for sex... we're not all proud of it but we've done it.
So since this has happened a lot of people have commented that the only reason SA dumped her was because he's afraid of commitment.
MY theory is he is being so super nice, etc because he has no more strings, no pressure...
This conversation was had in email yesterday:
Dumped: like my mom said he just wants a relationship not a commitment.
other Friend: What's the difference?
Dumped: I had to think about it too, a relationship is being with the person, no commitment of marriage.
Now here is where I had to pipe in, because well, I'm like that, giving out my opinion when no one asked or really cares...
This was my reply:
Have to chime in here... relationship means he's getting the booty, can do whatever he wants with NO STRINGS... not just commitment, but he wouldn't have to go to that 'family party' if you're just 'friends with benefits' he wouldn't have to do much at xmas or bdays, etc... he wouldn't be the one to come help you if you get a flat in the middle of nowhere, or run out of gas. He won't buy you feminine product at the store.
Commitment even if it does not include marriage, means you DO go to that 'family party' even if you don't want to, because you do it for the person you love. Means you do SUPER nice things for xmas and bdays, and surprise the person. Because you LOVE them. And you buy tampons for your lady.
So this is the question that is going to come up when Dumped and Other Friend get to work this am... What is the difference between a relationship & commitment?
What do you think?
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Another Birthday
OOOOOH! It's Jeffy's birthday, it's Jeffy's birthday Oh my Jeffy it's your birthday!
Love to my Jeffy cause he's the Jeffy I love!
OOOOOH! It's Jeffy's birthday, it's Jeffy's birthday Oh my Jeffy it's your birthday!
I love you Jeffy!
I don't think the rest of you know the tune, because I made it up in my head with the song. But sing for Jeffy anyway!
CK - can you direct him this way for the birthday LOVE?
Love to my Jeffy cause he's the Jeffy I love!
OOOOOH! It's Jeffy's birthday, it's Jeffy's birthday Oh my Jeffy it's your birthday!
I love you Jeffy!
I don't think the rest of you know the tune, because I made it up in my head with the song. But sing for Jeffy anyway!
CK - can you direct him this way for the birthday LOVE?
HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY HUG JEFFY
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Visitors
Good day to you!!
I’d like to let you know that this week, I am being visited by some very special friends. They travel in a group and call themselves “The Mood Swings”.
First there is Ms. Angry-Cranky. I wouldn’t even ask her to pass the butter in your sweetest voice, with the nicest please at the end, all hell will break loose and screaming will ensue. Do not try to touch her, love her or kiss her, you do not want to see what happens. Do not even talk to her. It would be nice if you could even refrain from breathing, it’s too damn loud.
Then there is Ms. Sensitive. All you have to do is mention that one person in her entire lifetime may possibly not like her and the tears will come. You could just be driving down the street and see a dead animal, and the tears will come. You could be watching tv, and all the sudden that commercial with the cute dogs comes on, and the tears will come. You can talk to her all you want, but she won’t reply, she’ll just cry.
There is also Ms. Happy. She is great to be around, tons of fun, quick with a joke, or a hearty laugh that makes you feel good. Sadly, she is never around long, Ms. Angry-Cranky or Ms. Sensitive usually push her away and take over very quickly. But if you happen to meet Ms. Happy, enjoy it while you can!!!
Finally, there is Ms. Tired. She is sluggish, boring, and doesn’t want to move. She will just sit on the couch, and drool on herself in front of the tv. She will not want to eat, and it will be a struggle to get her to do anything, including getting up and going to the bathroom. That itself is a struggle. Be nice to Ms. Tired, she’s the one that carries the stress of the rest of the gang. She is the one that will eventually win out to sleep, where the others can finally take a break, and will keep all of you safe from Ms. Angry-Cranky and Ms. Sensitive.
Well, I just thought I’d introduce you to some old friends of mine. They have been around a LONG LONG time, and have decided to visit, yet again this month, this week.
Enjoy.
I have been trying to find the above for some time now. I remembered writing it, but could not for the life of me find it in my email or anywhere. Yesterday, while pulling out the very last piece of paper we needed to go do our mortgage application today (which was totally fine - thank you!), I found this on a printed email (address I no longer have too!). And I noticed I wrote it on August 8, 2006. It kind of freaked me out a bit it is almost exact to the year that I wrote this.
It freaked me out more because I'm exhausted. I don't want to do anything. I'm hating life right now. I almost started SCREAMING at HM because he thinks the inspector will make the seller fix the back door instead of us, even if we put it into the agreement that we would (he is right - township ordinance - buyer must do it).
I almost burst into tears because HM came to tell me that my fruit was not bad and I did not have to throw it away, like I thought I was going to have to 10 minutes ago. I think I almost cried then too. I don't want to eat, and if anyone touches me right now, they'll probably end up with a black eye. Welcome to the wonderful world of PMS.
I do have to say that since I started taking the meds back in April, I now can tell distinctly the difference between PMS and depression, before it all just ran together and I didn't know what side was up or when. Nice to be 'on schedule'.
On that note, good night. It's 6:45pm and I'm ready for bed.
PS. My bday was 7/31. Thank you all again that came by and sent wishes!! It was AWESOME. I could cry. Oh, wait, I am. damn.
Guess I could go kick a cat.
I’d like to let you know that this week, I am being visited by some very special friends. They travel in a group and call themselves “The Mood Swings”.
First there is Ms. Angry-Cranky. I wouldn’t even ask her to pass the butter in your sweetest voice, with the nicest please at the end, all hell will break loose and screaming will ensue. Do not try to touch her, love her or kiss her, you do not want to see what happens. Do not even talk to her. It would be nice if you could even refrain from breathing, it’s too damn loud.
Then there is Ms. Sensitive. All you have to do is mention that one person in her entire lifetime may possibly not like her and the tears will come. You could just be driving down the street and see a dead animal, and the tears will come. You could be watching tv, and all the sudden that commercial with the cute dogs comes on, and the tears will come. You can talk to her all you want, but she won’t reply, she’ll just cry.
There is also Ms. Happy. She is great to be around, tons of fun, quick with a joke, or a hearty laugh that makes you feel good. Sadly, she is never around long, Ms. Angry-Cranky or Ms. Sensitive usually push her away and take over very quickly. But if you happen to meet Ms. Happy, enjoy it while you can!!!
Finally, there is Ms. Tired. She is sluggish, boring, and doesn’t want to move. She will just sit on the couch, and drool on herself in front of the tv. She will not want to eat, and it will be a struggle to get her to do anything, including getting up and going to the bathroom. That itself is a struggle. Be nice to Ms. Tired, she’s the one that carries the stress of the rest of the gang. She is the one that will eventually win out to sleep, where the others can finally take a break, and will keep all of you safe from Ms. Angry-Cranky and Ms. Sensitive.
Well, I just thought I’d introduce you to some old friends of mine. They have been around a LONG LONG time, and have decided to visit, yet again this month, this week.
Enjoy.
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I have been trying to find the above for some time now. I remembered writing it, but could not for the life of me find it in my email or anywhere. Yesterday, while pulling out the very last piece of paper we needed to go do our mortgage application today (which was totally fine - thank you!), I found this on a printed email (address I no longer have too!). And I noticed I wrote it on August 8, 2006. It kind of freaked me out a bit it is almost exact to the year that I wrote this.
It freaked me out more because I'm exhausted. I don't want to do anything. I'm hating life right now. I almost started SCREAMING at HM because he thinks the inspector will make the seller fix the back door instead of us, even if we put it into the agreement that we would (he is right - township ordinance - buyer must do it).
I almost burst into tears because HM came to tell me that my fruit was not bad and I did not have to throw it away, like I thought I was going to have to 10 minutes ago. I think I almost cried then too. I don't want to eat, and if anyone touches me right now, they'll probably end up with a black eye. Welcome to the wonderful world of PMS.
I do have to say that since I started taking the meds back in April, I now can tell distinctly the difference between PMS and depression, before it all just ran together and I didn't know what side was up or when. Nice to be 'on schedule'.
On that note, good night. It's 6:45pm and I'm ready for bed.
PS. My bday was 7/31. Thank you all again that came by and sent wishes!! It was AWESOME. I could cry. Oh, wait, I am. damn.
Guess I could go kick a cat.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Your birthday was when?
My father takes me to this fantastic restaurant every year for my birthday, Inn at Phillips Mill. While I love the place and look forward to it every year, HM & I found a NEW restaurant that I like almost as much, Twin Bays Cafe. (sorry no link to Inn at Phillips Mill)
So this year, when good ole Dad and I started making plans for the bday dinner, we decided it would be August 4th at Twin Bays. I said great - I'll make the reservation!
This was about a week and half ago.
On Friday August 3rd, I had this conversation with good ole Dad:
Dad: How ya doin!?
BW: Good, how bout you?
Dad: OH, busy time of the year, you know how it goes. How's the hand?
(deleting conversation about the hand because I know you are all sick of hearing about it)
BW: So dad, are you coming tomorrow?
Dad: Oh, tomorrow I have plans with my new friend! We're going to some Hungarian restaurant in Jersey, you should join us!
BW: But I made that reservation at Twin Bays.
Dad: Cancel it - join us - it will be fun, you can meet her. She's crazy!
BW: Like the rest of them?
Dad: Yes, yes, like the rest of them
(deleting conversation about how all his girlfriends are nuts and how us women in general are nuts - which honestly - I totally agree with)
BW: But Dad, I invited J&D because it's my birthday dinner.
LONG PAUSE (couldn't even hear breathing)
Dad: OH MY GOD I FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY! I HAVE NEVER FORGOTTEN YOUR BIRTHDAY! MY ONLY DAUGHTER AND I FORGOT! YES, IT'S AUGUST - I FORGOT! I better make it up to you!!
BW (trying not to laugh): Well, that's the first time in 37 years dad, I think I can let this slide. Why don't you make it up to me after we move into the new house, and I can let you know what we need.
Dad (still feeling horrible and guilty): Oh, it's just not right! I can't believe I did that! It's all the extra stuff I've been working on! I'm so sorry! I'll make it up to you! Promise!
BW (openly laughing now): Dad, don't worry about it. I'm not upset or offended!
Dad: I'm really sorry. You know it comes with old age.
BW: Not a problem dad, I'll give you a call next week, we'll set something else up ok?
Dad: That will be great.
SATURDAY MORNING:
HM & I are running errands, as we are leaving the mail is in the box, I flip through and see an envelope from good OLD Dad, so I take it with us and open it as we get into the car. NICE FAT CHECK with big apologies and a little letter that says "Now my midterm memory is going too. Happy Tardy Birthday."
Shit - if that's what he calls 'making up for it' I hope he forgets again next year.
So this year, when good ole Dad and I started making plans for the bday dinner, we decided it would be August 4th at Twin Bays. I said great - I'll make the reservation!
This was about a week and half ago.
On Friday August 3rd, I had this conversation with good ole Dad:
Dad: How ya doin!?
BW: Good, how bout you?
Dad: OH, busy time of the year, you know how it goes. How's the hand?
(deleting conversation about the hand because I know you are all sick of hearing about it)
BW: So dad, are you coming tomorrow?
Dad: Oh, tomorrow I have plans with my new friend! We're going to some Hungarian restaurant in Jersey, you should join us!
BW: But I made that reservation at Twin Bays.
Dad: Cancel it - join us - it will be fun, you can meet her. She's crazy!
BW: Like the rest of them?
Dad: Yes, yes, like the rest of them
(deleting conversation about how all his girlfriends are nuts and how us women in general are nuts - which honestly - I totally agree with)
BW: But Dad, I invited J&D because it's my birthday dinner.
LONG PAUSE (couldn't even hear breathing)
Dad: OH MY GOD I FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY! I HAVE NEVER FORGOTTEN YOUR BIRTHDAY! MY ONLY DAUGHTER AND I FORGOT! YES, IT'S AUGUST - I FORGOT! I better make it up to you!!
BW (trying not to laugh): Well, that's the first time in 37 years dad, I think I can let this slide. Why don't you make it up to me after we move into the new house, and I can let you know what we need.
Dad (still feeling horrible and guilty): Oh, it's just not right! I can't believe I did that! It's all the extra stuff I've been working on! I'm so sorry! I'll make it up to you! Promise!
BW (openly laughing now): Dad, don't worry about it. I'm not upset or offended!
Dad: I'm really sorry. You know it comes with old age.
BW: Not a problem dad, I'll give you a call next week, we'll set something else up ok?
Dad: That will be great.
SATURDAY MORNING:
HM & I are running errands, as we are leaving the mail is in the box, I flip through and see an envelope from good OLD Dad, so I take it with us and open it as we get into the car. NICE FAT CHECK with big apologies and a little letter that says "Now my midterm memory is going too. Happy Tardy Birthday."
Shit - if that's what he calls 'making up for it' I hope he forgets again next year.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
I see stupid people....
Ok, so far, that is how my day is going. And it's only 8am. I am so hiding in my house tonight and not answering the phone and drinking rum and playing with computer and reading lots and lots of blogs.
1.
Ok, yeah, I know it's super lame, but here it is 1pm and I'm JUST finishing the 8. This was actually a tough post. Maybe cause I'm tired, I went out last night with my friend for Tarot readings. She was one of the best Tarot readers I have ever come across. I will be seeing her again. The woman does phone consults too, if you are interested, please email me.
I have some pictures for Art Friday, but they will be posted later. I'm wiped out from the 8. I'm only going to tag one person because I think everyone else I know has been tagged, and I'm curious as to her 8.. Go for it Dairy Wife.
OH and the stupid people? They've been breeding, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE I LOOK!
I promised the 8 so here's my feeble attempt.
1.
I'm mean. I mean really mean. I am nasty to stupid people and I have a 'list' at work of people that I treat like crap. I make them do extra work and I won't help them even though I know what they need or how to fix what they f'd up. And if you call me 'hon' in email I will make your life as difficult as possible. I was even dubbed "Meanest white woman I've ever met" by my co-worker Diane. And it's true. I've never let her down.
2.
This was supposed to be #4, but and when I went back and checked this - Last Post for awhile - THE OCHO - I realized the 'original' #1 & 2 were repeating, and I don't like repeats. Unless it's Gilmore Girls, or Mash, or Yes Dear, or Still Standing, or Dexter, or Good NFL plays, or cool scary looking accidents, or Grandma's Boy, or Dodgeball, or A Christmas Story or Anchorman, or Team America or anything with Christian Bale.
3.
I'm pretty fucking boring. It took me almost 2 hours to get to # 3, which proves I'm SOOO uninteresting.
4.
I love exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So screw off all you people who make fun of people like me. How else can I show my happy dance to people?????????????????????????????????? (I also love question marks to show my incredulity - is that even a word???????????????????? )
5.
I have blackmail on CK, let's just say Jaegermeister. $50 or a good bottle of rum will get you the whole story. (nah CK, I wouldn't do that to you... maybe for $1000 - sorry to throw you under the bus this way - but I'm struggling for 8)
6.
This is my 100th post! YIPPEE!! WOOHOOO!! Party party party!!
7.
I never carried a purse until about 3 years ago. I hate carrying a purse. I like pockets.
8.
I'm a crotch starer. I stare at men's crotches. Especially ones with big packages. Hubbyman knows of my obsession.. I think that's why I started to talk to him in the first place.....
Ok, yeah, I know it's super lame, but here it is 1pm and I'm JUST finishing the 8. This was actually a tough post. Maybe cause I'm tired, I went out last night with my friend for Tarot readings. She was one of the best Tarot readers I have ever come across. I will be seeing her again. The woman does phone consults too, if you are interested, please email me.
I have some pictures for Art Friday, but they will be posted later. I'm wiped out from the 8. I'm only going to tag one person because I think everyone else I know has been tagged, and I'm curious as to her 8.. Go for it Dairy Wife.
OH and the stupid people? They've been breeding, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE I LOOK!
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Spanks
I have about all of maybe 2 seconds to be here today... of course I decided to not do squat over the past few days so I have not read or posted or anything. I'm so behind on the blog love. Sorry, I will catch up.
Sending the love to that crazy CamiKaos because well, SHE IS DA LOVE!
Thank you all for the wonderful birthday wishes. It was really fabulous to see the notes today and to know I was thought of. mush mush mush mush..
For those of you not in the know (sorry I just ASSUME you all know the wonders that are me).. here is a brief history of the BW & HM... I am 37 (as of yesterday), he is 33. Before we met we both swore we would never get married. We were together less then a week and knew we were going to get married.
Neither of us has been married, and neither of us has any children. This is the first house for either of us, and we are both excited. Even though I THOUGHT my credit was clean, we found another chunk that didn't show up during the debacle back in April - Bullshit update. SO that is the reason that my wonderful lovely has good credit hubbbyman bought me a house. He is so wonderful!!
He grew up here in PA, as did I. He stayed in this area, and has not travelled much, and has never needed to get a license, so he never did and still hasn't.
I left PA when I was 16, moved to Baltimore (actually Westminster, MD), then NYC (mid-town - 52nd & 8th Ave) then to Oregon. I love Oregon. I never should have come back East almost 5 years ago now. But I did.
While I miss home all the time, it was good I came back here. My brothers popped out a bunch of kids, as did the step-siblings. My grandparents are getting older, and sadly, will not be around much longer (MAIN reason I moved). My family is all here. AND AND AND I met Scott, who started out as Pants Man, then became HubbyMan.
My home is with Hubbyman, and that is awesome and makes me so damn happy. But part of my heart will always be in Oregon, and I will move back there someday.
So that's my brief history. I have a meme to do (thanks CK) that I will do probably tomorrow or Friday.. but I didn't want to leave you all hanging this whole week with nothing from me, even though I'm now slammed busy at work because of the days off, and well, because that's my job.
Thanks again for the bday wishes, they rock.
OH - and I got beautiful diamond 1/3 carat stud earrings from the HM and the awesome docking station that I wanted for my iPod.
And M/CR - got the email need to print it out to read.. will do this weekend. LOVE TO YOU BOTH! Thanks.
Sending the love to that crazy CamiKaos because well, SHE IS DA LOVE!
Thank you all for the wonderful birthday wishes. It was really fabulous to see the notes today and to know I was thought of. mush mush mush mush..
For those of you not in the know (sorry I just ASSUME you all know the wonders that are me).. here is a brief history of the BW & HM... I am 37 (as of yesterday), he is 33. Before we met we both swore we would never get married. We were together less then a week and knew we were going to get married.
Neither of us has been married, and neither of us has any children. This is the first house for either of us, and we are both excited. Even though I THOUGHT my credit was clean, we found another chunk that didn't show up during the debacle back in April - Bullshit update. SO that is the reason that my wonderful lovely has good credit hubbbyman bought me a house. He is so wonderful!!
He grew up here in PA, as did I. He stayed in this area, and has not travelled much, and has never needed to get a license, so he never did and still hasn't.
I left PA when I was 16, moved to Baltimore (actually Westminster, MD), then NYC (mid-town - 52nd & 8th Ave) then to Oregon. I love Oregon. I never should have come back East almost 5 years ago now. But I did.
While I miss home all the time, it was good I came back here. My brothers popped out a bunch of kids, as did the step-siblings. My grandparents are getting older, and sadly, will not be around much longer (MAIN reason I moved). My family is all here. AND AND AND I met Scott, who started out as Pants Man, then became HubbyMan.
My home is with Hubbyman, and that is awesome and makes me so damn happy. But part of my heart will always be in Oregon, and I will move back there someday.
So that's my brief history. I have a meme to do (thanks CK) that I will do probably tomorrow or Friday.. but I didn't want to leave you all hanging this whole week with nothing from me, even though I'm now slammed busy at work because of the days off, and well, because that's my job.
Thanks again for the bday wishes, they rock.
OH - and I got beautiful diamond 1/3 carat stud earrings from the HM and the awesome docking station that I wanted for my iPod.
And M/CR - got the email need to print it out to read.. will do this weekend. LOVE TO YOU BOTH! Thanks.
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