Hello! Yes, yes, I am alive and well...I've just been a bit swept away from the blogger world, that's all. I've been bad and I apologize for seemingly abandoning this, my home on the internet.
Honestly...it's Second Life. Really. It's pretty much all I do while on-line now-a-days. I dance in a club there, have a place of my own, have tons of wonderful friends and am even working on starting my own business. I'm learning to build things, and reception to them has been great, so I'm looking into selling them. There are people who actually make a living running their own business in Second Life, peeps! I'm not kidding. Find something that's in demand, word gets out and you've got it. It's no joke really...Second Life is growing like a field of weeds.
...a few stats for you:
Total Second Life Residents: 2,594,214
Online Now: 21,499
US$ Spent Last 24hours: $849,397
That's 24 hours. Nearly a million in 24 hours. There are days that I've seen it to be over a million. Unfortunately, they are a private company right now, so no stock available, but you can bet I'll be buying some if they go public. Wooo ha!
I've actually considered starting a Second Life blog. I think I would call it "Avies Behaving Badly". *grins* There are tons of them...go look. It's just that there are so many crazy things that go on, so many tangled up relationships and scenarios. It really would be a scream. I've explored the world of being a neko(part cat, part human), have gotten to know the social and feeding habits of shemales, befriended furries and demons...it's freaking amazing. Oh...and I'm a dominatrix in training! :p
Sooo...how are you? lol
January 14, 2007
December 22, 2006
Pffft - Updated
I heard a song this afternoon that pretty much wrapped up how I'm feeling lately. Because I don't feel as if I can properly express myself with my own words, here you go:
You can look at the menu but you just cant eat
You can feel the cushions but you cant have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool but you cant have a swim
You can feel the punishment but you cant commit the sin
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can build a mansion but you just cant live in it
Youre the fastest runner but youre not allowed to win
Some break the rules
And live to count the cost
The insecurity is the thing that wont get lost
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can see the summit but you cant reach it
Its the last piece of the puzzle but you just cant make it fit
Doctor says youre cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
Merry fucking Christmas
Bah humbug.
UPDATE - 12/23
Well folks, my attitude has improved significantly since I posted this (thank you Lani, Spc...). It was just one of those weak moments, lubricated by alcohol and pushed by the surface by demons.
I'm looking forward to watching my little one squeal with delight on Christmas as he opens all his packages. He will be very happy and that makes me happy...that's really all that matters. I am loved and for that I'm thankful.
My best wishes for a lovely, peaceful holiday to you all. *hugs*
You can look at the menu but you just cant eat
You can feel the cushions but you cant have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool but you cant have a swim
You can feel the punishment but you cant commit the sin
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can build a mansion but you just cant live in it
Youre the fastest runner but youre not allowed to win
Some break the rules
And live to count the cost
The insecurity is the thing that wont get lost
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can see the summit but you cant reach it
Its the last piece of the puzzle but you just cant make it fit
Doctor says youre cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain
And you want her and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
Merry fucking Christmas
Bah humbug.
UPDATE - 12/23
Well folks, my attitude has improved significantly since I posted this (thank you Lani, Spc...). It was just one of those weak moments, lubricated by alcohol and pushed by the surface by demons.
I'm looking forward to watching my little one squeal with delight on Christmas as he opens all his packages. He will be very happy and that makes me happy...that's really all that matters. I am loved and for that I'm thankful.
My best wishes for a lovely, peaceful holiday to you all. *hugs*
December 05, 2006
Off the face of the earth is really a lovely place.
...and the fall didn't really hurt at all!
I know, I know...you were so worried about me, right?
Right?
lol
Well, I'll be the first to admit that I've been bad. Very bad. I've been drunk many times, smoked, went to strip clubs and had lap dances, played on-line games for far too long, cybered, played with guns - I've just been a bad girl. Spank me.
In addition to all of the above, since I've spoken here, I've been sick as a dog. I fell victim to some nasty virus that raped my sinuses and shit in my lungs. I think I've finally blown them right out my nose, though, so all is well. I've been shuttling the child to appointments, Christmas shopping, reluctantly playing the domestic diva role, and generally slacking off as much as I can get away with.
I've popped around to most of your blogs and read at least a couple of times per week, but I just haven't felt that I've had anything significant to say here. I've neglected my Live Journal groups to the point that there is no hope of my ever catching up on what I've missed. Oh, well.
Honestly, most of my on-line time now-a-days is devoted to Second Life. If you haven't checked it out, DO! It is freakin' amazing. It's an on-line virtual world where you can build things (and even sell them if you want), go shopping, take classes, go clubbing, interact with others while you do anything from going to church to participating in a BDSM orgy. You can even fly and teleport! The characters (aka avatars) are strikingly realistic. I've met many great friends there and have been having a blast. So yeah...I've been sucked in and I'm loving it. If you sign up, give me your SL name and I'll "friend" you. :)
So, that's where I've been. Where have you been and what have you been up to?
I know, I know...you were so worried about me, right?
Right?
lol
Well, I'll be the first to admit that I've been bad. Very bad. I've been drunk many times, smoked, went to strip clubs and had lap dances, played on-line games for far too long, cybered, played with guns - I've just been a bad girl. Spank me.
In addition to all of the above, since I've spoken here, I've been sick as a dog. I fell victim to some nasty virus that raped my sinuses and shit in my lungs. I think I've finally blown them right out my nose, though, so all is well. I've been shuttling the child to appointments, Christmas shopping, reluctantly playing the domestic diva role, and generally slacking off as much as I can get away with.
I've popped around to most of your blogs and read at least a couple of times per week, but I just haven't felt that I've had anything significant to say here. I've neglected my Live Journal groups to the point that there is no hope of my ever catching up on what I've missed. Oh, well.
Honestly, most of my on-line time now-a-days is devoted to Second Life. If you haven't checked it out, DO! It is freakin' amazing. It's an on-line virtual world where you can build things (and even sell them if you want), go shopping, take classes, go clubbing, interact with others while you do anything from going to church to participating in a BDSM orgy. You can even fly and teleport! The characters (aka avatars) are strikingly realistic. I've met many great friends there and have been having a blast. So yeah...I've been sucked in and I'm loving it. If you sign up, give me your SL name and I'll "friend" you. :)
So, that's where I've been. Where have you been and what have you been up to?
November 22, 2006
"Is the glass half-full or empty?" I ask her as I fill it.
She said it doesn't really matter, pretty soon you're bound to spill it.
With the half logical language of the sermon she delivers
And the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shivers.
I pull the blanket higher when I'm finally safe at home.
She'll take a hundred with her, but she always sleeps alone.
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.
She said it doesn't really matter, pretty soon you're bound to spill it.
With the half logical language of the sermon she delivers
And the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shivers.
I pull the blanket higher when I'm finally safe at home.
She'll take a hundred with her, but she always sleeps alone.
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.
November 20, 2006
Trials
I am SO glad this is a short week. Last week was trying to say the least. I try so hard to stay positive, and then something happens that makes you just want to throw your hands up and say "fuck it."
Not that I want to document every shitty thing that happens here - au contraire, I'd rather focus on the good. Some times it's a simple thing that comes along and puts things in perspective. Thank heavens for those things. I had one of those moments this morning.
I was thinking about the ride home from my parent's place last night. We went to visit them since they're heading for Colorado today. The drive is about and hour and a half, and we set out about 6 or so to head home.
We stopped for gas and to air up a tire that was a bit low. We grabbed a few snacks and hit the road. The D-Man chose cheetos and some chocolate milk. Hey, his choices, so whatever but it sounded like a gross combination to me.
Anyway, about 15 miles out of town, D pipes up from the back seat with "Mom, I puked." WHAT?? I was driving, so Chris turned around to check things out and confirmed that he had spewed cheetos and chocolate milk all over his front. Lovely. Fortunately, his sweatshirt took the majority of the hit, and I was able to pull over, get him out of the car because he was threatening to spew again, and get his sweatshirt off without spreading the mess around. He had a shirt on underneath, but was cold so I gave him my jacket. No more puking. Whew. Turns out that was a bad combination after all.
So, on we went down the road. After seeing a large deer hanging out on the side of the road ("Doop de doo, oh, hey! A car!"), I felt fortunate that he hadn't decided to meet my bumper.
We came into the city and hit the freeway to head to our area. As I entered the freeway, that pesky tire that had been low started making an awful noise. Uh oh. I made it about 1/2 mile and BLAM! A blowout. Now, consider that we are on a section of freeway that has no lane to pull over into. Yeah - about 3 feet of space. I pulled off as far as I could and turned on the blinkers. Dodging traffic whipping by at 65 miles per hour, I jumped out and pulled D out of the passenger side while Chris dug the jack out of the trunk and got to work. D and I stood up on the enbankment - there was no way we were sitting in that car in case some idiot rear-ended us - a dangerous situation to say the least.
Now, remember that I had given my jacket to D. It was about 30 degrees and I have no jacket. *shiver* I parked D up there with instructions not to move a muscle, and proceeded to dig the spare out of the trunk. Chris got the shredded tire off and took the spare, and I chucked the trashed tire into the trunk. Team work, I tell ya.
Anyway, getting back to the point, I drove D to school and in to work on a donut this morning. As I drove along and pondered last night's drive, an old favorite came on the radio. The lyrics - that's what put things back into perspective a bit...
Well the first days are the hardest days,
Don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street
there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind.
Woh - oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's the same story the crow told me.
It's the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Woh - oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?
No time to dwell on shit like that.
I had a spare, D feels fine and we got home safe, that's all that matters.
Let it flow and let it go.
Not that I want to document every shitty thing that happens here - au contraire, I'd rather focus on the good. Some times it's a simple thing that comes along and puts things in perspective. Thank heavens for those things. I had one of those moments this morning.
I was thinking about the ride home from my parent's place last night. We went to visit them since they're heading for Colorado today. The drive is about and hour and a half, and we set out about 6 or so to head home.
We stopped for gas and to air up a tire that was a bit low. We grabbed a few snacks and hit the road. The D-Man chose cheetos and some chocolate milk. Hey, his choices, so whatever but it sounded like a gross combination to me.
Anyway, about 15 miles out of town, D pipes up from the back seat with "Mom, I puked." WHAT?? I was driving, so Chris turned around to check things out and confirmed that he had spewed cheetos and chocolate milk all over his front. Lovely. Fortunately, his sweatshirt took the majority of the hit, and I was able to pull over, get him out of the car because he was threatening to spew again, and get his sweatshirt off without spreading the mess around. He had a shirt on underneath, but was cold so I gave him my jacket. No more puking. Whew. Turns out that was a bad combination after all.
So, on we went down the road. After seeing a large deer hanging out on the side of the road ("Doop de doo, oh, hey! A car!"), I felt fortunate that he hadn't decided to meet my bumper.
We came into the city and hit the freeway to head to our area. As I entered the freeway, that pesky tire that had been low started making an awful noise. Uh oh. I made it about 1/2 mile and BLAM! A blowout. Now, consider that we are on a section of freeway that has no lane to pull over into. Yeah - about 3 feet of space. I pulled off as far as I could and turned on the blinkers. Dodging traffic whipping by at 65 miles per hour, I jumped out and pulled D out of the passenger side while Chris dug the jack out of the trunk and got to work. D and I stood up on the enbankment - there was no way we were sitting in that car in case some idiot rear-ended us - a dangerous situation to say the least.
Now, remember that I had given my jacket to D. It was about 30 degrees and I have no jacket. *shiver* I parked D up there with instructions not to move a muscle, and proceeded to dig the spare out of the trunk. Chris got the shredded tire off and took the spare, and I chucked the trashed tire into the trunk. Team work, I tell ya.
Anyway, getting back to the point, I drove D to school and in to work on a donut this morning. As I drove along and pondered last night's drive, an old favorite came on the radio. The lyrics - that's what put things back into perspective a bit...
Well the first days are the hardest days,
Don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street
there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind.
Woh - oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's the same story the crow told me.
It's the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Woh - oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?
No time to dwell on shit like that.
I had a spare, D feels fine and we got home safe, that's all that matters.
Let it flow and let it go.
November 17, 2006
WTF? It's El Sid's Fault - Really, it is.
1) What stickers do you have on your car, if any?
A "Dogs Deserve Better - No Chains!" sticker and several small sun/celestial type doohickeys.
2) What posters do you have in your room?
Um...which room? I have a few in the computer room (Grow Hemp for the War, the island I lived on in Paris, a spooky looking witch-type girl...), but not in my bedroom. I'm a grown up now, silly. I took David Cassidy down at least 2 years ago!
3) What do you hear right now?
The very annoying buzzing of my CPU. *smacks CPU*
4) If you could drink anything right this second, what would it be?
Bailey's Irish Creme
5) Does anything hurt on your body right now?
My head is providing me with a dull ache.
6) If someone you hated died, would you laugh and spit on their grave?
No, but Karma and I would share a hearty high-five.
7) What's your job position called?
Marketing dowhateverineedtodotomakeyourshitorganizedandprofessional*gasp* soyoucanmakealotmoremoneythanme Assistant
8) What size ring do you wear?
Which finger, ya dork? They're all different sizes!
9) Do you own a camera phone?
Yes, yes I do, so don't pull any funny stuff around me that you don't want documented.
10) What's your bf/gf birthday?
I can't answer this since I don't have a bf/gf.
11) What was your elementary school's mascot?
A squat, drooly bulldog. He was stinky and made pig noises.
12) What's your favorite bottled water?
Aquafina, I suppose. What difference does it make???
13) What's the next concert/show you're going to and when?
Just saw the Blue Man Group this week. I'm pondering the idea of going to see Supernova, but I'm sure I won't decide until the only seats left will give you a nosebleed.
14) What were you doing at 9 pm last night?
None of your business. Let's just say I was on my hands and knees. *grin*
15) What's your favorite Starbucks drink?
Pumpkin Spice Latte - No, that's not an overweight, burnt-out Spice Girl
16) Do you exercise as much as you should?
Hell, no! Who does?
17) Did you attend your High School prom?
Yes, I did...in a tuxedo. I shit you not.
18) Did you go to someone else's prom?
Hell, no.
19) Would you give your bf/gf a second chance if they cheated on you?
I TOLD YOU I DON'T HAVE A bf/gf! You're not listening, damnit! If I did, however, probably not. Then again, we could get into the whole debate over what really counts as "cheating" and sexual relations and crap. Aw, hell.
SOME STRANGE QUESTIONS:
Ooooh kaaay.
Something purple within 5 feet of you:
My big honkin' Eddie Bauer water bottle.
How long can you hold your breath underwater?
long enough to sneak up on you and depants you. muuaaaahaha
The weirdest thing you've ever heated in the microwave?
I don't remember but I'm fairly certain it didn't end well.
How much Japanese do you know?
There was this kinky gal named Keiko who gave me a lapdance...oh. Domo arigato.
Sparkly things?
uh... yeah, the diamond on my finger is sparkly. Does that count?
Ever crash a car, been in accidents?
Never with me driving (knocks on wood) - I've always been the horrified, helpless front seat passenger. Three times. Because of this, I have a tendency to stomp the imaginary brake & gasp a lot - just let me drive.
Do you look good in yellow?
Simply put - no.
Do you sing?
I sure do. I do a wonderful Chester from Linkin Park. Screaming and all.
Ever sang in front of a crowd?
Yes, yes. High School/College musicals & shit. Oh yeah, karaoke. \m/
Do you dance?
Yes indeedy. I even took lessons when I was younger. No, you can't see the pictures.
Is your hair long enough to chew on?
I'd guess if someone wanted to chew on your hair, they are zombies trying to get to your brain and you must immediately hit them in the head with a cricket bat or your life is forfeit. (This was Sid's answer, but I had to leave it because it was fucking brilliant.)
Least favorite color?
pink. You will not catch me wearing pink. It makes me wretch.
Favorite kind of pizza?
Thin crust sausage & mushroom is the standard, but that chicken garlic pie from California Pizza Kitchens is rocking my socks.
Ever had Dippin' Dots?
What the fuck are Dippin' Dots? I guess that would mean no.
Ever played an instrument?
Yup - piano, French horn, trumpet, bass guitar.
How many tickets do u have?
Tickets? Lottery tickets? Concert tickets? BE MORE SPECIFIC, LOSER!!
Do you own your own car?
Yes, I do. Hooray for no car payments!
What kind of car is it?
Chevy Lumina. Boring, but fast and reliable.
Do you want to get married?
Um...been there, done that.
At what age do you want to have kids?
Been there, done that, too.
How many kids?
No more. I really think it wise to avoid contributing to the overpopulation of this fine planet. That, and my sanity would surely suffer should I have any more. Oops, too late for that.
***
You made it this far? Well, bless your freakin' little heart. Here are a couple funnies for you as a reward:
Photoshop madness!
Santa, how COULD you?
My work is done here. Now, comment, damnit! ;pOut.
November 13, 2006
November 10, 2006
WTFF v.11.10.6 - Video Madness!
Yay, it's Friday! Damn, this has been a long week.
Here is this weeks crop of (mostly) video WTFness for your enjoyment...
***
...and the Gold Goes TO *insert drumroll*
This:
The sweetest damned .gif avatar I've seen in...well, probably forever. It's now one of my LiveJournal avatars. Yes!
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THE CARPET SHIP!
***
Life of a Bug
This gives quite the interesting perspective on things.
Gone, Daddy, Gone!
Ohhhh kaaaay.
***
Nekkid Magic
This little gem will is giggle-worthy. NSFW, though - if the title doesn't clue you in enough to that.
***
Another Round?
Dude's just a wee bit drunk, methinks.
***
Don't Touch the Swingline!
"That's the last straw. *cachunk*" Bwaaahahaha!
***
Flip, is that You?
Indy_Car_Flips_More_Times_than_Heinz_has_Ketchup
That spectator they show at the end is lucky as hell!
***
Heeeeeey
*snickers*
*deep breath*
Bwaaahahahaha!
***
Definitely WTF
This is one of the most bizarre little movies I've seen in quite a while. WTF is about right.
***
Not so Much WTF - More Humana Humana
Sin City is such a cool movie. ...and then there's Nancy. Mrowr.
***
Well, that's all I've got for today. My apologies to those on dial-up as this one was just cruel of me. *coughgetbroadbandcough* Ahh, the joys of internet video. Endless entertainment, I tell ya.
4 Days until Blue Man Group!!! Woot!
You all have a fantastic weekend!
Here is this weeks crop of (mostly) video WTFness for your enjoyment...
***
...and the Gold Goes TO *insert drumroll*
This:
The sweetest damned .gif avatar I've seen in...well, probably forever. It's now one of my LiveJournal avatars. Yes!
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THE CARPET SHIP!
***
Life of a Bug
This gives quite the interesting perspective on things.
Gone, Daddy, Gone!
Ohhhh kaaaay.
***
Nekkid Magic
This little gem will is giggle-worthy. NSFW, though - if the title doesn't clue you in enough to that.
***
Another Round?
Dude's just a wee bit drunk, methinks.
***
Don't Touch the Swingline!
"That's the last straw. *cachunk*" Bwaaahahaha!
***
Flip, is that You?
Indy_Car_Flips_More_Times_than_Heinz_has_Ketchup
That spectator they show at the end is lucky as hell!
***
Heeeeeey
*snickers*
*deep breath*
Bwaaahahahaha!
***
Definitely WTF
This is one of the most bizarre little movies I've seen in quite a while. WTF is about right.
***
Not so Much WTF - More Humana Humana
Sin City is such a cool movie. ...and then there's Nancy. Mrowr.
***
Well, that's all I've got for today. My apologies to those on dial-up as this one was just cruel of me. *coughgetbroadbandcough* Ahh, the joys of internet video. Endless entertainment, I tell ya.
4 Days until Blue Man Group!!! Woot!
You all have a fantastic weekend!
November 08, 2006
Can I buy a vowel?
Is it Friday yet? No? DAMN. It's been one of those weeks, peeps.
I just got back from my kid's school. I got a phone call from his substitute teacher about his behavior (which, obviously, hasn't been good). When they told him he'd have to eat lunch and spend recess in the office, he fell apart. She put him on the phone and he was hysterical. I managed to get him calmed down a little. I went to be with him while he ate and gave him a pep talk. When it was time for me to go, he cried and clung to my neck, begging me to take him with me. Heart ----> broken. I left his school in tears, but managed to hold them in until he could no longer see me.
Then, I did something I never do. I went to the bar, ate lunch and drank margaritas. I do feel a little better, but I can still feel the anxiety stewing around just under the surface.
I must say the day started out nicely, learning that my preferred candidates won the election. I won't gloat, though...that's just not nice.
GO CULVER!
Oops...sorry. heh
There's other crap going on as well, but I just want to ponder it all long enough to put it into words. Life's a bitch.
Now, I think I'll go here and shoot some kittens out of cannons for a while.
I just got back from my kid's school. I got a phone call from his substitute teacher about his behavior (which, obviously, hasn't been good). When they told him he'd have to eat lunch and spend recess in the office, he fell apart. She put him on the phone and he was hysterical. I managed to get him calmed down a little. I went to be with him while he ate and gave him a pep talk. When it was time for me to go, he cried and clung to my neck, begging me to take him with me. Heart ----> broken. I left his school in tears, but managed to hold them in until he could no longer see me.
Then, I did something I never do. I went to the bar, ate lunch and drank margaritas. I do feel a little better, but I can still feel the anxiety stewing around just under the surface.
I must say the day started out nicely, learning that my preferred candidates won the election. I won't gloat, though...that's just not nice.
GO CULVER!
Oops...sorry. heh
There's other crap going on as well, but I just want to ponder it all long enough to put it into words. Life's a bitch.
Now, I think I'll go here and shoot some kittens out of cannons for a while.
November 07, 2006
It's Voting Day
We already mailed in our ballotts weeks ago. I'm glad because it prevented all of these assinine ads from skewing my opinions. Someone pointed me at this video to further encourage me to do my civic duty...
Oh, the pink! *shudder*
...and as we know, one things leads to another. That video led to this:
Oh, the holy drunken college flashbacks! *sigh*
Now, go VOTE!
Oh, the pink! *shudder*
...and as we know, one things leads to another. That video led to this:
Oh, the holy drunken college flashbacks! *sigh*
Now, go VOTE!
November 04, 2006
WTF#)*&)*!@#&^#
Ah, my dear, sweet blog, I've been neglecting you. My apologies.
It's been a shitty week and I'm cranky. The D-Man has been sickly all week with a horrible ear infection, though his fever finally broke Wednesday. He's been clingy and whiney and generally cranky as well. It's not been fun. Getting him to take his medecine has been trying.
For those who may wonder (or not), my boob-smash appointment went just fine though they are still watching closely. I'm looking forward to going back and having both smashed in two weeks. yay. Perhaps I should schedule an appointment to have a few teeth pulled with no anesthetic as well. You think?
So, it's finally the weekend. A time to relax? Hell no. Here's my agenda for this weekend: (updated w/accomplished items marked as done)
Laundry - as much as possible
Clean out sink & run dishwasher
clean up kitchen
help D pick up his toys
Feed the snake & clean out his tank
vaccum livingroom
find D some jeans without holes in the knees
Take down & put away Halloween decorations
clean out shoe shelf & put away summer shoes
help D sort out a box full of toys to go to poor kids in Mexico
grocery shopping
clean tub & toilet
Most important:
(and most essential to my sanity)
PEDICURE
Yes.
I drank far too much vodka last night. My head hurts. Ow.
I just ate scrambled eggs and bacon and now my stomach hurts, too. Joy.
Also on the agenda: smoking about 6 pounds of venison jerky. mmmm
Grilled bambi kabobs last night and they were delish.
I would like to ask a favor of you, though...if you've made it this far. I need a recommendation for what book to read next. I just finished "the Way of the Peaceful Warrior" and it was very good (although I am not a very peaceful warrior today). What's the best book you've ever read? Your input, please.
Stay tuned for further broadcasts on this station.
It's been a shitty week and I'm cranky. The D-Man has been sickly all week with a horrible ear infection, though his fever finally broke Wednesday. He's been clingy and whiney and generally cranky as well. It's not been fun. Getting him to take his medecine has been trying.
For those who may wonder (or not), my boob-smash appointment went just fine though they are still watching closely. I'm looking forward to going back and having both smashed in two weeks. yay. Perhaps I should schedule an appointment to have a few teeth pulled with no anesthetic as well. You think?
So, it's finally the weekend. A time to relax? Hell no. Here's my agenda for this weekend: (updated w/accomplished items marked as done)
Laundry - as much as possible
clean up kitchen
vaccum livingroom
clean out shoe shelf & put away summer shoes
grocery shopping
Most important:
(and most essential to my sanity)
Yes.
I drank far too much vodka last night. My head hurts. Ow.
I just ate scrambled eggs and bacon and now my stomach hurts, too. Joy.
Also on the agenda: smoking about 6 pounds of venison jerky. mmmm
Grilled bambi kabobs last night and they were delish.
I would like to ask a favor of you, though...if you've made it this far. I need a recommendation for what book to read next. I just finished "the Way of the Peaceful Warrior" and it was very good (although I am not a very peaceful warrior today). What's the best book you've ever read? Your input, please.
Stay tuned for further broadcasts on this station.
October 27, 2006
WTFF v.10.27.6 - Guest Host RainyPete!
So Celti is swamped and I offered to help out. Here goes a Rainy WTFF for you all to enjoy.
To begin with, it's stupid and crudely animated but what better way to kick off a WTFF than with a wtf end of the world video right?
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It seems that Halloween has snuck up on us once again so here are a few thing to help you get through your own.
Let's start with the good ol' Jack-O-Lanterns. Are you getting tired of the same old Jack-O-Lanterns? Maybe you need to take some tips from this guy. His efforts make mine seems pretty lame by comparison.
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If carving isn't your thing then maybe you are looking for some really slick costumes. Then Mark is the man you need to talk to about getting all set up.
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It's okay to let your nerd flag fly.....just don't get caught or you may fall into Captain Wacky's clutches.
And for the record, these costumes are both hilarious and just plain wrong at the same time
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don't click this link
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What's Halloween good for if not scary movies right? Well how about a morning after the scary movie video? Talk about parenting in a manner that I can enjoy!
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Maybe a nice light snack would do you some good. If you've eaten all that Halloween candy you bought early and found it lacking in substance then it's time for you to get some snack building skills from the Pimp Daddy and his posse
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If you think you need to get your eyes checked because of the cool animated gifs you see below just make sure you do so before you end up like this lass here.
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If you're all worried that this strangeness will throw you off then maybe you should just kick back with a nice butterfly movie.
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It seems that Halloween has snuck up on us once again so here are a few thing to help you get through your own.
Let's start with the good ol' Jack-O-Lanterns. Are you getting tired of the same old Jack-O-Lanterns? Maybe you need to take some tips from this guy. His efforts make mine seems pretty lame by comparison.
***
If carving isn't your thing then maybe you are looking for some really slick costumes. Then Mark is the man you need to talk to about getting all set up.
***
It's okay to let your nerd flag fly.....just don't get caught or you may fall into Captain Wacky's clutches.
And for the record, these costumes are both hilarious and just plain wrong at the same time
***
don't click this link
***
What's Halloween good for if not scary movies right? Well how about a morning after the scary movie video? Talk about parenting in a manner that I can enjoy!
***
Maybe a nice light snack would do you some good. If you've eaten all that Halloween candy you bought early and found it lacking in substance then it's time for you to get some snack building skills from the Pimp Daddy and his posse
***
If you think you need to get your eyes checked because of the cool animated gifs you see below just make sure you do so before you end up like this lass here.
And my personal favourite
Let's not forget a toilet that would likely sell a terrifying number of units to the female set. Think of it as a bidet with a twist!***
If you're all worried that this strangeness will throw you off then maybe you should just kick back with a nice butterfly movie.
October 26, 2006
95 Years
Last weekend, I managed to get down to Missouri to visit my Grandpa. I don't see him very often because it's quite a long drive. I had to go, though, because his 95th birthday is this week and we took him a birthday cake.
Grandpa was a farmer and a carpenter. He helped build many beautiful, historical buildings in the Schuyler County area, and maintained a 200 acre farm for nearly 70 years. I spent a lot of my summers on that farm, going out at daybreak with Grandpa to feed the cows, check the beans, gather the eggs...whatever needed to be done. It was he and Grandma who taught me to work the land and appreciate it and how to live simply. Yes, a lot of happy, peaceful summers.
Now Grandpa is in a nursing home. Since Grandma passed away 5 years ago, he's been very lonely - they were married for 69 years. Grandpa has macular degeneration and is nearly blind now, so he can no longer read or watch TV. He is becoming more fragile and unsteady every time I see him and I know it's just a matter of time before he leaves us. I really don't think there's much time left. He doesn't have any disease to take him out - I think he'll just drift off to sleep one of these days and never wake up. I hope so, as he's ready. He wants to be with Grandma again. I can't say that I blame him.
The world has changed so much during Grandpa's lifetime...
When Grandpa was born:
The average life expectancy in the U.S. was 47.
A 3-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
There were only 8000 cars in the U.S., and only 144 miles of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily populated than California.
With a mere 1.4 million people, California was only the 21st most populous state in the Union.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.
The average wage in the US. was 22 cents per hour.
The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2500 per year, a veterinarian between $1500 and $4000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5000 per year.
More than 95% of all births in the U.S. took place at home.
Ninety percent of all U.S. doctors had no college education. Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as "sub-standard."
Sugar cost 4 cents a pound.
Eggs were 14 cents a dozen.
Coffee was 15 cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.
The Five leading causes of death in the U.S. were Pneumonia and influenza, Tuberculosis, Diarrhea, Heart disease, and Stroke in that order.
The American flag had 45 stars. Arizona , Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.
The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was only 30.
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
20% of U.S. adults couldn't read or write. Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Pharmacists said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health."
18% of households in the U.S. had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A.
How different the world is now. I wonder what the world will be like when I am 95, if I make it that long.
Grandpa was a farmer and a carpenter. He helped build many beautiful, historical buildings in the Schuyler County area, and maintained a 200 acre farm for nearly 70 years. I spent a lot of my summers on that farm, going out at daybreak with Grandpa to feed the cows, check the beans, gather the eggs...whatever needed to be done. It was he and Grandma who taught me to work the land and appreciate it and how to live simply. Yes, a lot of happy, peaceful summers.
Now Grandpa is in a nursing home. Since Grandma passed away 5 years ago, he's been very lonely - they were married for 69 years. Grandpa has macular degeneration and is nearly blind now, so he can no longer read or watch TV. He is becoming more fragile and unsteady every time I see him and I know it's just a matter of time before he leaves us. I really don't think there's much time left. He doesn't have any disease to take him out - I think he'll just drift off to sleep one of these days and never wake up. I hope so, as he's ready. He wants to be with Grandma again. I can't say that I blame him.
The world has changed so much during Grandpa's lifetime...
When Grandpa was born:
The average life expectancy in the U.S. was 47.
A 3-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
There were only 8000 cars in the U.S., and only 144 miles of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily populated than California.
With a mere 1.4 million people, California was only the 21st most populous state in the Union.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.
The average wage in the US. was 22 cents per hour.
The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2500 per year, a veterinarian between $1500 and $4000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5000 per year.
More than 95% of all births in the U.S. took place at home.
Ninety percent of all U.S. doctors had no college education. Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as "sub-standard."
Sugar cost 4 cents a pound.
Eggs were 14 cents a dozen.
Coffee was 15 cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.
The Five leading causes of death in the U.S. were Pneumonia and influenza, Tuberculosis, Diarrhea, Heart disease, and Stroke in that order.
The American flag had 45 stars. Arizona , Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.
The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was only 30.
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
20% of U.S. adults couldn't read or write. Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Pharmacists said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health."
18% of households in the U.S. had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A.
How different the world is now. I wonder what the world will be like when I am 95, if I make it that long.
October 24, 2006
It's the Simple Things
It really is...those little moments in life that give so much joy.
My son jumping with glee after making a goal in a soccer game.
My pumpkin spice latte and the way it warms all the way down.
My new fleece pajama pants. You see, I hardly ever buy anything for myself. Almost without fail, I go shopping and bring things home for the boys and nothing for me.
Anyway, all my pajamas are all in pretty sad shape - old and wearing out. I was out birthday shopping for D when I passed a rack of the softest, cutest pajama pants. I stopped and looked at them. They were on sale for $13 and had my name written all over them. I chose the lime green ones with the black polka dots and black kitties peeking out of shopping bags. They feel wonderful - I can't wait to put them on when I get home. ...all for $13. *sigh*
There are so many challenges in life, things to worry about, stresses to stew over. We all need to put them aside now and then and, like last night, curl up with my little boy, a book and my jammie pants. We have a date for the same tonight. ...that is, after I stop by the store and buy another pair with coffee cups on them. :)
My son jumping with glee after making a goal in a soccer game.
My pumpkin spice latte and the way it warms all the way down.
My new fleece pajama pants. You see, I hardly ever buy anything for myself. Almost without fail, I go shopping and bring things home for the boys and nothing for me.
Anyway, all my pajamas are all in pretty sad shape - old and wearing out. I was out birthday shopping for D when I passed a rack of the softest, cutest pajama pants. I stopped and looked at them. They were on sale for $13 and had my name written all over them. I chose the lime green ones with the black polka dots and black kitties peeking out of shopping bags. They feel wonderful - I can't wait to put them on when I get home. ...all for $13. *sigh*
There are so many challenges in life, things to worry about, stresses to stew over. We all need to put them aside now and then and, like last night, curl up with my little boy, a book and my jammie pants. We have a date for the same tonight. ...that is, after I stop by the store and buy another pair with coffee cups on them. :)
October 20, 2006
WTFF v.10.20.6
Woot woot! It's Friday, folks! Here is this week's crop of WTFness for your enjoyment. I must thank the illustrious RainyPete for his contributions. Thanks, Pete! It seems that next week, Pete will be doing WTFF Friday for me - that's right, a Guest Host! Yes, you all will be subjected to his own special brand of weird and then you'll all understand why I adore him (or maybe not, that is if you don't understand me...never mind). It work out nicely for me, since I'll be deep in last-minute birthday preparations by then. D's birthday is next Sunday.
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MySpace
So...I finally caved and set up a MySpace page. Yeah, I know... I wanted to be able to comment on some of my friends' pages (you started it, Sidra!). You can check out my page here. If you have a MySpace, please add me. I wouldn't want to be one of those "uncool" ones with no friends. *sniff* (*snort*)
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Just Because
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Jackhammer Rampage
Got some pent up frustrations to work out? Bunnies and destruction just might be the ticket (actually this whole site is whacked out).
Run, bunny, ruuuun!
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Chinese Robin Hood?
I've done my fair share of shooting with a compound bow and, simply put, this dude's accuracy is astounding. wow.
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Gif time!
Yes, yes, I loves me some groovy .gif files. My favorites for this week:
- by the way, you see this shit on MySpace all the time and I DO NOT DO THE BLINKIES, PEOPLE. They make me feel all nervous & shit. heh
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Do they really need instructions?
I mean, it's really not that tough to figure out how to get your Mile High Club membership. For those who need help... *rolls eyes*
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Awesome!
This is one of the best things I've seen on youtube in quite a while.
When LP Covers Attack!
\m/
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Christ on a ...Good Lord!
Man, people can spot Jesus anywhere. The latest:
They've even animated it so you can see it better. What I want to know is why was some idiot staring for that long at this dog's butt.
Story here.
*rolls eyes again*
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Page Full of Lies
Hmmm... thought provoking.
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Whee! I'm a Megastar!
There's a fun little PhotoShop contest thingy going on over on the Blue Man Group website. I participated and they put up both of my entries! Check out my handiwork here. Mine are the first two (Queen and the Ramones in case they've moved). HEEHEE!
Just a little over three weeks until the show!
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All right, that's it for today. I've got to get some work done. No, not that kind of work! Sheesh!
You all have a fantastic weekend!
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MySpace
So...I finally caved and set up a MySpace page. Yeah, I know... I wanted to be able to comment on some of my friends' pages (you started it, Sidra!). You can check out my page here. If you have a MySpace, please add me. I wouldn't want to be one of those "uncool" ones with no friends. *sniff* (*snort*)
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Just Because
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Jackhammer Rampage
Got some pent up frustrations to work out? Bunnies and destruction just might be the ticket (actually this whole site is whacked out).
Run, bunny, ruuuun!
***
Chinese Robin Hood?
I've done my fair share of shooting with a compound bow and, simply put, this dude's accuracy is astounding. wow.
***
Gif time!
Yes, yes, I loves me some groovy .gif files. My favorites for this week:
- by the way, you see this shit on MySpace all the time and I DO NOT DO THE BLINKIES, PEOPLE. They make me feel all nervous & shit. heh
***
Do they really need instructions?
I mean, it's really not that tough to figure out how to get your Mile High Club membership. For those who need help... *rolls eyes*
***
Awesome!
This is one of the best things I've seen on youtube in quite a while.
When LP Covers Attack!
\m/
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Christ on a ...Good Lord!
Man, people can spot Jesus anywhere. The latest:
They've even animated it so you can see it better. What I want to know is why was some idiot staring for that long at this dog's butt.
Story here.
*rolls eyes again*
***
Page Full of Lies
Hmmm... thought provoking.
***
Whee! I'm a Megastar!
There's a fun little PhotoShop contest thingy going on over on the Blue Man Group website. I participated and they put up both of my entries! Check out my handiwork here. Mine are the first two (Queen and the Ramones in case they've moved). HEEHEE!
Just a little over three weeks until the show!
***
All right, that's it for today. I've got to get some work done. No, not that kind of work! Sheesh!You all have a fantastic weekend!
October 17, 2006
Thanks for Your Time
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
Thank YOU for the time you spend coming here to see what I have to say.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
Thank YOU for the time you spend coming here to see what I have to say.
October 13, 2006
WTFF - v.10.13.6 - Friday the 13th
So, it's Friday the 13th. I, personally, do not subscribe to the superstition that this is an unlucky day - hell, 13 is my lucky number. For many, however, a Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck (in English and Portuguese-speaking cultures around the globe, anyway).
Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece and Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia, a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a phobia (fear) of the number thirteen.
Strangely, there is evidence to suggest that Friday the 13th is actually unlucky. Psychologists have found that some people are especially likely to have accidents or fall ill on Friday the 13th. This has been attributed to such people feeling a heightened state of anxiety on that day (nocebo effect). The Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in Asheville, North Carolina estimates that in the United States alone, $800 or $900 million is lost in business each Friday the 13th because people will not fly or do business as they would normally do.
Wussies. lol
Anyway...I've thrown in a little creepiness in honor of the "holiday". heh
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Torture!
Ahh, the delights of the web are forever bringing us new games to entertain ourselves with. Here, you can bring out the vindictive evil in yourselves and torture a celebrity you hate or a former friend or enemy. Brought to us by the twisted minds that are also bringing us Saw III, it's quite morbid and, if you can get past that, kind of entertaining. I had a jolly good time torturing Jessica Simpson. Woot!
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Would you get on?
Chomp!
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Yikes!
Do you hate housecleaning? Are you ashamed of what a mess your place has become? Well, these lovely abodes will make you feel much better. Crack, anyone?
***
Computer Geek or Cold Blooded Killer?
Can you tell them apart just by their picture? Try out this killer quiz. I got 5 out of 10: "Not bad, but it might be best to avoid career in law enforcement or IT recruitment." HA HA
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Dark Cut
Ahh, another sick and morbid game for your enjoyment. Bag your surgery degree treating impaled limbs, plague boils and other unsightly medieval ailments in Dark Cut. I messed up my patient every time, damnit.
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Talk About Bad Luck!
Um, let's just say don't drink from the faucet during a thunderstorm - especially today! OUCH!
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Political Rhapsody
For a little bit of comic relief, this is a bit dated, but a real knee-slapper nonetheless.
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Jason Lives!
I'll close this edition with a tribute to the Friday the 13th movie series.
Let the bodies hit the floor!
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Everyone have a great weekend and stay safe! Muuuuaaaaahahaha!
Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece and Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia, a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a phobia (fear) of the number thirteen.
Strangely, there is evidence to suggest that Friday the 13th is actually unlucky. Psychologists have found that some people are especially likely to have accidents or fall ill on Friday the 13th. This has been attributed to such people feeling a heightened state of anxiety on that day (nocebo effect). The Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in Asheville, North Carolina estimates that in the United States alone, $800 or $900 million is lost in business each Friday the 13th because people will not fly or do business as they would normally do.
Wussies. lol
Anyway...I've thrown in a little creepiness in honor of the "holiday". heh
***
Torture!
Ahh, the delights of the web are forever bringing us new games to entertain ourselves with. Here, you can bring out the vindictive evil in yourselves and torture a celebrity you hate or a former friend or enemy. Brought to us by the twisted minds that are also bringing us Saw III, it's quite morbid and, if you can get past that, kind of entertaining. I had a jolly good time torturing Jessica Simpson. Woot!
***
Would you get on?
Chomp!
***
Yikes!
Do you hate housecleaning? Are you ashamed of what a mess your place has become? Well, these lovely abodes will make you feel much better. Crack, anyone?
***
Computer Geek or Cold Blooded Killer?
Can you tell them apart just by their picture? Try out this killer quiz. I got 5 out of 10: "Not bad, but it might be best to avoid career in law enforcement or IT recruitment." HA HA
***
Dark Cut
Ahh, another sick and morbid game for your enjoyment. Bag your surgery degree treating impaled limbs, plague boils and other unsightly medieval ailments in Dark Cut. I messed up my patient every time, damnit.
***
Talk About Bad Luck!
Um, let's just say don't drink from the faucet during a thunderstorm - especially today! OUCH!
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Political Rhapsody
For a little bit of comic relief, this is a bit dated, but a real knee-slapper nonetheless.
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Jason Lives!
I'll close this edition with a tribute to the Friday the 13th movie series.
Let the bodies hit the floor!
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Everyone have a great weekend and stay safe! Muuuuaaaaahahaha!
October 12, 2006
Free Hugs
This video made me smile like an idiot.
I think it should be shared with everyone.
*hugs*
UPDATE - Friday morn: I found a little history on this...
Sometimes, a hug is all what we need. Free hugs is a real life controversial story of Juan Mann, A man whos sole mission was to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up their lives.
In this age of social disconnectivity and lack of human contact, the effects of the Free Hugs campaign became phenomenal.
As this symbol of human hope spread accross the city, police and officials ordered the Free Hugs campaign BANNED. What we then witness is the true spirit of humanity come together in what can only be described as awe inspiring.
In the Spirit of the free hugs campaign, PASS THIS TO A FRIEND and HUG A STRANGER! After all, If you can reach just one person...
He's apparently from Sydney, Australia...and the phenomenon is spreading! Here's an interview with the free hugs king.
I think it should be shared with everyone.
*hugs*
UPDATE - Friday morn: I found a little history on this...
Sometimes, a hug is all what we need. Free hugs is a real life controversial story of Juan Mann, A man whos sole mission was to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up their lives.
In this age of social disconnectivity and lack of human contact, the effects of the Free Hugs campaign became phenomenal.
As this symbol of human hope spread accross the city, police and officials ordered the Free Hugs campaign BANNED. What we then witness is the true spirit of humanity come together in what can only be described as awe inspiring.
In the Spirit of the free hugs campaign, PASS THIS TO A FRIEND and HUG A STRANGER! After all, If you can reach just one person...
He's apparently from Sydney, Australia...and the phenomenon is spreading! Here's an interview with the free hugs king.
October 11, 2006
Open Up My Head and Let Me Out
...little baby! So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say...
It's amazing how loud a cat can "yell" at you when you are out of cat food. Where was he when I was at the store scratching my chin last night!?
I went out on a limb and bought some mountain fresh scented laundry soap last night. In years past, such an endeavor would leave me all itchy, pink and bumpy. I've been experimenting with perfumed lotions and such for a while and haven't had any problems, so perhaps I've outgrown it. Fingers crossed, folks - it would be nice to have good smelling laundry!
Once again, my procrastination has poised itself to bite me in the butt. There's a freeze warning for tonight here, and I haven't harvested my herbs yet. Damn. Guess what I'm doing as soon as I get home? Yep.
Parent/Teacher conferences are this afternoon. This should be interesting. It's not like I don't already know what's been going on so far, so I really don't expect any surprises. We'll see.
Speaking of D, it's been a while since I posted a pic of my little man, so here's this fall's soccer picture. He's trying to look all tough. Ha ha! He has been playing quite well this season, averaging 3 to 4 goals each game - much better than last year. Now if he can just avoid getting into fights with mouthy opponents (such as the little turd last Saturday that kept calling D and his team mates losers), it will be a dandy season. I was so proud of D for not pummeling him. What was so great was that, during the game, turd-boy was knocked flat on his face by a crowd of kids going after the ball and then the ball was immediately kicked, whapping him right upside the head. Ha! Turd, meet Karma. Oh yeah, and D's team won!
Crock pots rule. I made a kick-ass pork roast with mushrooms yesterday in mine, came home, heated up some green beans and had dinner on the table within 1/2 hour. Kachaa!
So, have you heard that CBS and YouTube are entering a partnership deal, where CBS will provide daily short content from it's various programming, and in return will split revenue from adjacent ads? YouTube is also signing deals with Sony BMG and Universal Music Group. Not only will this kick up their content, it'll let those companies keep an eye out for copyright violations and probably save YouTube a few lawsuits. Announced on the same day, Google is buying YouTube. So, all that extra and premium content is now in Google's hands. Needless to say, this just catapulted Google ahead in the portal race, significantly. (Thanks, Archmage)
Chris' dad invited Chris to learn and subsequently take over his accounting business and we are so excited! It's really been a boost to his self-esteem as he always thought that the business would be passed along to his older brother or would just eventually close. I think Chris will do a great job and, with his current customer base and my marketing ideas to bring in new business, it should provide great opportunities for our family. He's been going in to work with his dad for 2 hours every day after he gets of work to learn the ropes. It's going quite well so far. His dad is so proud of him and so relieved that the business won't simply dissolve when he retires or passes away. It's a win-win all the way around.
I bought a nice little HP printer for home several months ago. It's been nice, but it finally ran out of toner. Well, I work for a company that sells toner, so I priced a cartridge (at cost, mind you) yesterday for my printer. The damn toner costs more than I paid for the printer!!! Gah! What to do...
Lost is on tonight! Woot! That is all.
It's amazing how loud a cat can "yell" at you when you are out of cat food. Where was he when I was at the store scratching my chin last night!?
I went out on a limb and bought some mountain fresh scented laundry soap last night. In years past, such an endeavor would leave me all itchy, pink and bumpy. I've been experimenting with perfumed lotions and such for a while and haven't had any problems, so perhaps I've outgrown it. Fingers crossed, folks - it would be nice to have good smelling laundry!
Once again, my procrastination has poised itself to bite me in the butt. There's a freeze warning for tonight here, and I haven't harvested my herbs yet. Damn. Guess what I'm doing as soon as I get home? Yep.
Parent/Teacher conferences are this afternoon. This should be interesting. It's not like I don't already know what's been going on so far, so I really don't expect any surprises. We'll see.
Speaking of D, it's been a while since I posted a pic of my little man, so here's this fall's soccer picture. He's trying to look all tough. Ha ha! He has been playing quite well this season, averaging 3 to 4 goals each game - much better than last year. Now if he can just avoid getting into fights with mouthy opponents (such as the little turd last Saturday that kept calling D and his team mates losers), it will be a dandy season. I was so proud of D for not pummeling him. What was so great was that, during the game, turd-boy was knocked flat on his face by a crowd of kids going after the ball and then the ball was immediately kicked, whapping him right upside the head. Ha! Turd, meet Karma. Oh yeah, and D's team won! Crock pots rule. I made a kick-ass pork roast with mushrooms yesterday in mine, came home, heated up some green beans and had dinner on the table within 1/2 hour. Kachaa!
So, have you heard that CBS and YouTube are entering a partnership deal, where CBS will provide daily short content from it's various programming, and in return will split revenue from adjacent ads? YouTube is also signing deals with Sony BMG and Universal Music Group. Not only will this kick up their content, it'll let those companies keep an eye out for copyright violations and probably save YouTube a few lawsuits. Announced on the same day, Google is buying YouTube. So, all that extra and premium content is now in Google's hands. Needless to say, this just catapulted Google ahead in the portal race, significantly. (Thanks, Archmage)
Chris' dad invited Chris to learn and subsequently take over his accounting business and we are so excited! It's really been a boost to his self-esteem as he always thought that the business would be passed along to his older brother or would just eventually close. I think Chris will do a great job and, with his current customer base and my marketing ideas to bring in new business, it should provide great opportunities for our family. He's been going in to work with his dad for 2 hours every day after he gets of work to learn the ropes. It's going quite well so far. His dad is so proud of him and so relieved that the business won't simply dissolve when he retires or passes away. It's a win-win all the way around.
I bought a nice little HP printer for home several months ago. It's been nice, but it finally ran out of toner. Well, I work for a company that sells toner, so I priced a cartridge (at cost, mind you) yesterday for my printer. The damn toner costs more than I paid for the printer!!! Gah! What to do...
Lost is on tonight! Woot! That is all.
October 08, 2006
WTFF on Sunday!
My sincerest apologies for my tardiness in posting. I've simply been busy. Busy working (and working!) and having arguments with insurance companies, and fixing PCs that my friends have gotten all jacked up and trying to find ways to help D behave in school and getting ready for a birthday party and shopping for said birthday and visiting with parents and running to soccer practice and games and learning to use QuarkExpress and sharpening my skills on illustrator... You get the picture.
So, here it is, eight friggin' something on a Sunday morning and I'm posting.
We all know that we've got some major WTF stuff going on in the news these days. Well, I thought I'd try something different this week, and provide for you several of the ones from this week that really made me say "WTF?".
Oregon Bakery worker trapped face down in the dough.
Police prank leads to pothead taking a dive
It puts the lotion on its skin
For Allah's sake, don't masturbate on purpose during Ramadan!
Party in the streets as pedophile's house burns
They talked about fight club!
Nothing like seeing a monkey whip a dog.
Don't talk back to Dick!
...and last, but not least - my favorite WTF picture of the week:
So, here it is, eight friggin' something on a Sunday morning and I'm posting.
We all know that we've got some major WTF stuff going on in the news these days. Well, I thought I'd try something different this week, and provide for you several of the ones from this week that really made me say "WTF?".
Oregon Bakery worker trapped face down in the dough.
Police prank leads to pothead taking a dive
It puts the lotion on its skin
For Allah's sake, don't masturbate on purpose during Ramadan!
Party in the streets as pedophile's house burns
They talked about fight club!
Nothing like seeing a monkey whip a dog.
Don't talk back to Dick!
...and last, but not least - my favorite WTF picture of the week:
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