Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Question of the Day

How long will it take you to stop writing 2003, and remember it's now 2004?

A Year In Review

I've seen a lot of people doing these kinda year in review things on their sites, and I tried to do one, but I didn't get very far. I don't remember what happened, for the most part, on a month to month basis. This is pretty much what I came up with..really sad, but I did try.

In January, I know I moved out of the house I was sharing with Princess Fatass and her crackhead girlfriend, and the 1000 cats.

February, J and I decided to get back together for real, and he moved in with me, after a 6 month separation. Which really wasn't actually a separation, because he was still there all the time, but we were just hanging out as friends. So actually, in February we just reinstituted semiannual sex and a shared house.

March..some stuff happened. I don't really remember too much. We took the Firebird off the road and bought the crap bucket Tercel in March, I think. March, we also celebrated mom, my brother Brian, and Drew's birthdays. I think we went out and partied on the day of the Superbowl, whichever day that was. That was a really fun day. I don't remember what month that was in, I don't follow football, but I know it was somewhere around February or March.

April.. is pretty much a blur. I guess that's good, cuz if nothing happened that I can remember, that means all was quiet and peaceful. We went out with Deb and Sugar to celebrate Deb's birthday, which was on Easter this year, and that was fun. That was pretty much the highlight.

May.. pretty much the same.

June.. yeah.. pretty blurry. No partying or going out adventuring of any kind. Just hangin' out, working, and the same day to day crap.

July.. we went to watch the fireworks on the 4th. We went to Di's for a couple cookouts, and just went swimming and stuff a couple times. We went out a couple times with Deb and Sugar somewhere in July, I think. I think I bought my new scanner in July.. wheeee big fun!

August I had my birthday in August, and we partied a bit that month. We went out with Sugar and Deb, we went to my sister's, etc. I went out with my sister to Dave's to sing kareoke together, and she invited a few of her friends, and everyone bought me beer all night. My mom and dad came too. Di bought me quite a few. Her friend gave me a birthday card with a picture of himself naked in it.. that was pretty special. We had a really good time, and then I went home and fought with J. Why? Because he's J, and that's what J's do. He did clean the house while I was gone though, so that was a good thing. Somewhere along the way, I discovered blogging, and started posting all my words of wonder to share with all y'all.

September.. still more blogging. Work, eat, sleep, zzzzzzz

October, November, December.. you can pretty much see all the details of these months somewhere in the archives of this site. Anything of note that went on will be listed somewhere in there.

That's it! My year in a nutshell. I'm hoping for bigger and better things in 2004. I'm hoping for a better place to live, the determination to work more and stop getting distracted by outside crap, to learn to relax more and stop letting J push my buttons, so we can get along better, and, basically, to fix all the crap I haven't fixed up to this point in my life, or, at the very least, to make some kind of progress. Will these things happen??? Your guess is as good as mine, but a girl's gotta have a plan, right!

Tuesday, December 30, 2003


I have two days to type 3000 lines. I know, you don't know how much typing that actually is, but it's alot. It would normally not be a really big problem, and I could probably accomplish it if I push myself a bit, and don't spend all day futzing around and doing stuff like watching T.V. and blogging. The problem is, that I have no desire to do it. I have no motivation, and I am distracted by everything today. On top of this, I am typing at a snail's pace for some reason, and I can't seem to get up to my usual speed. This is not good. I've tried everything. I turned off the T.V., but had to turn it back on because it was too quiet. I'm barely surfing the blogroll at all today, or trying not to, but I find myself "just popping over for a second to check it out" often throughout the day. Somebody please send me some motivation! If you see the motivation fairy floating around somewhere .. please send him over here.

Tuesday Is Chooseday

Tuesday is Chooseday:

This is the new year's resolution version of tuesday is chooseday.

For the next year, would you rather:
give up sweet foods (anything naturally or artificially sweet) OR gain 40 pounds because you didn't?

I'd have to pick give up the sweets. It would be hard, but not anywhere near as hard as the 40 pounds would be on my ass.

Taste nothing but the flavor of oranges OR only wear the color orange (all the way down to your underwear)?

I think the orange color restriction would take a lot of guess work and hassle out of my wardrobe decisions.

Shout obscenities at every person who pisses you off (so loud that anybody within earshot turns to look) OR punch one person a month who pisses you off?

I already do the first part, and I'm not a violent person.

Cry uncontrollably whenever you get a bill (at a store or restaurant) OR fart noticeably every time you laugh?"

Hmm.. I already do both of those, too. Sometimes I fart uncontrollably when I get a bill, and laugh until I cry.

Need To Practice Your Typing...

Strip Typing The Game Here's a game that let's you practice your typing skills with a little bit of motivation for doing a good job.

Home Improvement's Wilson dead at 61

Wilson Died

Givin' Em The Boot

I just saw a really funny commercial. This woman is trying to wake her kids up for school and get her family motivated, and they aren't moving, so she has this big pink remote control machine with a big black boot that goes after her family and kicks em. It chases the kids out of bed, and kicks her husband in the ass. Now THAT would be a useful little gadget to have. The kids aren't behaving? send the boot after em! Hubby layin' on the couch instead of doin' the lawn? Send the boot after him, too. It could be very useful at work, too. Your coworkers slackin' off, while you do all the work? Boot their lazy asses. You can watch them runnin' down the hall being chased by the boot, and laugh your ass off. It would make your threat to boot someone be taken much more seriously, once they knew ya meant it literally. I could have a blast with that thing, too, chasing the dogs around the house. Hmmm.. I wonder if they sell those things somewhere??

Stuff To Ponder...

Does a clean house indicate that there is a broken computer in it?

Why is it that no matter what color of bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

Is there ever a day when mattresses are NOT on sale?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with the hopes that
something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give their vacuum one more chance?

Why is ! it that no plastic garbage bag will open from the end you first try?

How do those dead bugs get into closed light fixtures?

Considering all the lint you get in your dryer, if
you kept drying your clothes would they eventually just disappear?

Is it true that the only difference between a yard sale and a trash pickup is how close to the road the stuff! is placed?

In winter, why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

If diamonds are a girl's best friend and a dog is man's best friend, who really is the dumber sex?

How come we never hear any father-in-law jokes?

Shouldn't all married men forget their mistakes? After all there's no sense in two people remembering the same things, right?

If at first you don't succeed, shouldn't you try doing it like your wife told you to?

Isn't She Lovely

All About Lip Augmentation

This is such a lovely look, I'm thinking about getting it done myself. Even though I'm deathly afraid of needles, I think this may be the look for me. Whatta ya think?

Old Friends and Stuff

Let's see. What were the big happenings for today? J's friend Heather came over today, and she brought a little puppy with her, she was trying to get me to take. It was sooo cute. It was a little tiny thing, probably barely six weeks old. She said it was part Bulldog and part Lab, but I don't think it was lab, because it was pretty little. It could just be part lab, but the bulldog is dominant in it, and it will be the size of the bulldog, I can't be sure. I couldn't keep it, because I have to pay 25.00 a month extra per pet. My landlord doesn't know I have the cats, or I'd be paying an extra 50.00 for the two of them, I don't think I can get away with another dog. Besides, I think Belle would eat her, or Jazmine would hurt it because she'd be so jealous I was paying attention to someone other than her. I wish I coulda kept it though. If it wasn't for the money, I probably woulda. J woulda lost his mind, but he'd get over it. She was really sweet. I told her to hold on to her for a couple months, and when I moved I could take her, but she said she had to find someone to take her now. Dammit!

I went to the store and tried to buy some of those foil wrapped chocolates filled with alcohol. They were on Christmas clearance 1/2 off.. can't beat that. I got carded! To buy chocolate, I got carded! I'm 37.. and I got carded to buy chocolate. I just looked at the girl like, "You've got to be kidding!" So, I handed her my ID, and she looked at me like, "You've got to be kidding!" It feels kinda good to still get carded at 37. She said, "Damn, ya look good". Stuff like that, on the one hand, is kinda irritating, because it's ridiculous that you would have to get carded to buy chocolate, and I know I look over 21. There's no way I don't look over 21, so it was just stupid. But, on the other hand, the look of shock on her face when she saw my age was kinda nice. Yeah, me!

I talked to Lisa today online for a while. I haven't talked to her much lately, with Christmas and her birthday, and just stuff going on, we've both been busy. It's nice to get a chance to sit and talk to her. I was gonna mess with her and tell her I decided to move back home, but then I didn't wanna give her a heart attack. I'll get her another time with that one. I'm evil like that. I did get to catch up on all the news anyway, and she told me she saw my ex-boyfriend, Keith, and that he was with some scurvy looking guy, and that he looked like hell. I told her, it was probably his boyfriend. He hasn't had an actual girlfriend..noone.. in the 10 years since I left him. I'm sure he's probably had dates, had sex on occasion, or whatever, but no girlfriends. I ruined him for all other women, and he finally went gay. LOL Hey! it could happen!

I also talked to Sugar for a bit on the phone today. She says she's not going out anywhere for New Years, she's just staying home with her new boyfriend, Tony, and going to his sister's to hang out. So, we made plans to get together in a couple weeks, after Tony feels better, cuz he just got out of the hospital, and play cards or something. That's really nice, it gives me something to look forward to. I really like Sugar, she's a trip.

I also talked to a guy online that I haven't talked to in ages. His name is Mike, and I think I've known him for about 7 years or so, but we've only actually seen each other in person maybe 4 times. It's been years since I've seen him. I was glad to talk to him, though. We always have pretty interesting conversations. He's really a nice guy, but a bit too sensitive for me. I could never date him, I don't think, cuz I think I'd crush him all the time. I'd spend the whole time we were together apologizing that I didn't mean anything bad by what I said or something. I'm not very tactful sometimes, and pretty much just say what I feel, and not always in a delicate way. It's nice to catch up every once in a while and touch base, and I know I should be better about keeping in touch with people, but when I do finally get a hold of someone, even if it's been years, I always feel as if it was just last week we spoke. Everyone is an old friend.

So, today was pretty much a busy day, and a day for talking to old friends and touching base with people. Good day for communication. Now, Im gonna go communicate with my pillow. All this chatting and catching up has wore me out.

Monday, December 29, 2003

You're chocolate. You're the old soul type, people
feel that they have known you their entire
life. Many often open up to you for they view
you as thoughtful and trustworthy. Although
people trust you, you have a hard time trusting
them. You prefer to keep your feelings bottled
up inside, or display them very quietly. It is
alright to open up every once in a while.

Which kind of candy are you?
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LunaNiñ | Unconscious Mutterings

LunaNiñ | Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Seeker:: Finder
  2. Mirror:: Mirror
  3. Fire:: and Flame
  4. Goblet:: of Fire
  5. Empty:: Promises
  6. Secrets:: Shared
  7. Defense:: Mechanism
  8. Hatchet:: Job
  9. Vapour:: Steam
  10. Ministry:: of Magic

Holy Crap, Batman!

I just realized that it's 2 days til New Years. Duh! That pretty much happens every year, I know. A week after Christmas, and it's off to the start of a new year. I just kinda got lost in a fog with the day to day crap, and trying to get stuff done, and completely forgot. I have absolutely no plans for New Years. I will be right here sitting in my house working, yeah! Big Fun! I have no choice, I absolutely have to work that night. I don't care though, cuz I have nothing I really wanted to do, and I'm really over that whole gotta go out and get drunk on New Years thing. If I had someone fun to go out and party with, maybe it would be different. I could probably go out with Sugar and Deb, I'm sure they're going out somewhere, but I guess I'll just stay home.

So, New Years Eve will come and go, and I will be here, probably sober, working and watching T.V., and even though I don't go out and get drunk and stupid, it will still be a new year, and I will not be hung over. Which is a good thing!

I don't make resolutions, because I never keep them. I pretty much have a standing list of resolutions that I've been working on for a long time. There's actually not much I need to resolve to do, except lose weight (as always), try not to let J aggravate me so much, work harder and make more money. Actually, I have one resolution, that really isn't a resolution, but more of a goal and a plan, which is to find a much better place to live, one that is either cheaper, or at least worth what I'm paying for it if it's the close to what I'm paying here, and hopefully with a doggy door and a fenced back yard. I'm looking for a place that feels like home, and that I know I will want to stay there for quite a while. If I move in some place, and I get the urge to paint, decorate, put up curtains, and buy new furniture, then I'll know it's what I'm looking for. Other than that, I plan to do as I do every year, and just wing it. It's worked out pretty well for me, so far.

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Sunday, December 28, 2003

Dang it!

I'm watching "Gone With The Wind" on TNT today. I haven't seen this movie in a couple years, and I thought I'd be okay. Sweeping saga about Scarlet O'Hara, Tara, the war, love story, Yankees, the burning of Atlanta, what could be bad. I can handle this, right? Dang it all, I forgot! I forgot about the scene after Bonnie dies, with Rhett not letting them bury her. When Mammy is talking to Melly, telling her about how Rhett says he won't let them bury his child in the dark cuz she's so scared of it. Dammit, I was blubbering like a mad woman. I shoulda known. They call it a tear jerker for Gawds sake, what was I thinking! I cry when Melly dies, of course, and tear up a little at other stuff, but that scene with Rhett and Bonnie just kills me. Next time, I'll know better. Ya know, I read this book when I was about 13, and I loved it, but I didn't like the ending. Now when I watch the movie, I still don't like the ending. I really like the movie overall, but the ending just really kinda sucks. Yeah, she sorta deserved Rhett walking out on her. She kinda treated him like crap, and when you've had enough, you've had enough. It isn't like she cheated on him or anything, she just thought she was in love with another man. But when a man claims to love a woman, as much as he claims to love her, and he acts like he really does, with everything he goes through with her, the ending just isn't right. She's standing there, tears flowing, finally realizing she truly loves him, and telling him she was wrong, she was sorry, she loves him, give it another try, and he just walks out on her and leaves. He knows her, better than anyone else has ever known her. He had to know she was telling the truth. I think he coulda stayed and tried to work it out, or at least kissed her goodbye and said he'd think about it, or he'd be in touch. Maybe he just needed some time to think. Nope, he was just going, and that was that. Yeah, I know, he had to go, so she could do the whole I love Tara/tomorrow is another day thing.. but still. I'd vote for love and the happy ending every time.

Cook Me Sunthin' Good...

Dang it! I'm hungry, and I want something different to eat. I want something like chicken alfredo or swedish meatballs.. or some kinda pasta-ey, spinach-y, garlic-y, chicken type dish. Or maybe rice-y, cheese-y, broccoli-y would work. I dunno. All I know is I don't own any of the ingredients to make any of these things, so this would require a trip to the store. Which would require putting on clothing. I really, really don't wanna put on clothing.. and I seriously don't wanna go to the store. I can't send J, because he's clueless and would totally get the wrong thing, and then I'd have to whine. Not that he'd go anyway by himself, so I'd end up having to get dressed and go either way. hrrrrrrrrmph Now I guess I'll either have to force myself to motivate, or eat the pork chops I already got defrosted. Dammit, I hate to have to make these big decisions on a Sunday.

Would You Answer This Ad?

"3 Hour Quickie' Classified Ad Draws Wrong Responses

The ad read: "'3 hour quickie! Extra Christmas $. Cash upon completion. Glenwood. Ready right now!''

I guess some people thought it was a good way to earn a little extra Christmas cash. Hell, any guy who calls 3 hours a quickie is okay in my book! Too bad he was talkin' about a different kinda layin'.
You rock the messy hair and crisp white cotton
sheet. Your idea of bliss is a day spent in
bed with your lover. There is nothing wrong
with that, though some people like to leave the
bed at times. You're a total fox, even if you
are a hedonistic bum.

What's your brand of sexy?
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A Comment Poll

I was just wondering, if anyone cares to share, which way do most people prefer comments to be handled. I usually just answer them within the comments box, but some people answer each comment by email, which I like personally, but for some reason don't do. My way, people have to come back here to check if I had a response, but the responses get shared with everyone. Alternately, I could answer comments in the comment section, and also send an email with the comment response to the individual commenter. It really wouldn't take much effort to do that. I just don't know if most people enjoy getting responses in their email, because it's just another thing filling up their mail, or if most prefer that.

Just wondering.. what do you think?

Lesson for Today

Never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never, ever ever ever ever compose a post within the Blogger posting window. I just lost a really long post, at the last paragraph, ready to be published, and *poof* it was gone forever. Never to be recovered, never to see the light of day. It was a good one too, and you'll never get to see it. Thank you Blogger.

Saturday, December 27, 2003

I know that's really not his body under that head.. but yummm just the same.


** You take your net-connected cell phone to the outhouse to
read your email.

** Your e-mail address ends in "".

** Your computer is worth more than all your cars combined.

** Your presence on the World Wide Web is a "Down Home Page".

** You tripled the value of your truck by installing a
portable DVD.

** You trim the kudzu back from your trailer so it won't mess
up your DSL.

** You ever refer to your computer as "Ole Bessy".

** Your screen saver is a bitmap image of your favorite

** You start all your e-mails with the words "Howdy!"

** You can fix a trolling motor with a set of PC tools.

** You've ever used a CD-ROM as a coaster to set your drink
can on.

** The bumper sticker on your truck says "My other computer
is a laptop".

** You know that a 'network' has nothing to do with fishin'.

** Your baseball cap has an Intel logo instead of "CAT".

** You keep inventory of your truck parts, fishin' lures and
country music tapes in Excel.

** You've got every font ever made that looks like Old West
signs or wood plank fencing installed on your computer.

** You have "Free Bird" and "Achy Breaky Heart" on the MP3
player in your truck.

Adventures in Dawg Katchin'

Hello to all y'all. I have to talk like a got-dang redneck, after having a little run in with my redneck asshole naybor. It rubbed off on me, and now I gotsta talk like this here. My dawgs somehow managed to get out not once, but TWICE today, and I had to go out and chase em down both times. They were playin' with me, too. I'd get close enough to em to almost grab em, and they'd started laffin' their fool asses off and run t'other way. I was armed with bait, otherwise know'd as hot dawgs, which usually does the trick. Guess they wuz more innerested in runnin' than eatin' though, cuz they took their sweet-ass time decidin' to come back home. I chased em from one end-a the street clear down t'other end. Twice! They ended up going into my asshole naybor's yard cuz his dawg was out thar playin', and they wanted to rassle with him. The naybor man got all uppity with me and started tellin' me to keep my dat-gum dawgs outta his yard. He was all threatenin' and stuff too. I don't know fer shur what exactly he thought he wuz gonna do about it, but he seemed to think that he was bein' all manly and stuff by tellin' me I'd better get em outta his yard. I told the naybor man, that I was doin' my best, and it ain't like I let them out on purpose, and if he could just shoo em outta his yard toward me, I could catch em. He said it weren't his dat-gum job to chase my dawgs, so I said fine, ya don't gotta chase em, but they ain't wantin' to come ta me on their own, and if you don't chase em, they ain't gonna leave yer yard. He did end up chasin' em outta the yard, then he turned tail and headed back to his own trailer..grumblin'. 'Cept he had ta stop on his way inside to pick his drawers out the crack-a his ass, wipe his hands on his T-shirt, and belch afore he grabbed his dog and his beer and went on in. I hated to hafta do it, but I did hafta beat the bejeezus outta the dawgs fer not comin' when I called em', and makin' me waddle my big ol' behind up and down the street after em. I missed valuable tee vee watchin' time whilst I wuz out there, and I almost broke a sweat from all that exersizin' Someone had ta get a beatin' fer that!

After that, I had to run with mah man to down to the local Walmart (ya know how much us rednecks luv our Walmart) ta get a new battery fer the Tbird, and thar was sher nuff lotsa peeple in thar today. J done bought me a new telee-phone whilst we wuz thar too, cuz he don't be likin' the one he had in his room. It ain't got no spiffy bells or whistles, and he's wantin' one with bells and whistles, whatever that means. The one he got me is purty kewl though, it gots one of them thar little screeny-like things on it where the telee-phone number pops up ta tell who's callin', and a answrin machine ta boot. He'll take mah old one, that don't gotz no answrin machine, but does got the little screeny-like thing, cuz he don't never check the dat-gum messages on the answrin' machine we got now, so he don't need that. I get ta keep the sparkly new one. Which is the way Gawd intended it ta be.

Right now, Imma goin' inta the kitchen to rustle up some trailer chow for lunch..I think most folks call it Hamburger Helper Cheeseburger Macaroni flavor.. that's sum gooood eatin' right thar I'll tell ya what. I'll let y'all know how it comes out.

Little Ditty For Ya

Found this at ChasingDaisy:

"Totally Addicted to My Blog
(Sung to the tune of 'Winter Wonderland')

Doorbell rings, I'm not list'nin',
From my mouth, drool is glist'nin',
I'm happy -- although
My boss let me go --
Totally addicted to my Blog!

All night long, I sit clicking,
Unaware time is ticking,
There's beard on my cheek,
Same clothes for a week,
Totally addicted to my Blog!

Friends come by; they shake me, Saying, 'Yo, man!
Don't you know tonight's the senior prom?'
With a listless shrug, I mutter 'No, man;

I just discovered laugh-a-lot-dot-com!'
I don't phone, don't send faxes,
Don't go out, don't pay taxes,
Who cares if someday
They drag me away?
I'm totally addicted to my Blog!

Happ-ilyyyyy, ad-dict-eeeed to my Bllllogggg!!! (Yeah)"
Written by this guy

Now isn't that a great song! Everybody.. sing it with me.

Friday, December 26, 2003


I made my lasagna last night about midnight, and it's freakin yummy! Wan-sum?

A Little Good News

Today is turning out to be an okay day. My sister called and is bringing me her couch. She's only had it about a year or so, and now she's giving it to me. Yeah! I really need a couch, as I don't have one. I just have this crappy black loveseat that is uncomfortable as hell, that someone had given to my brother. I think that's where I got it, I don't remember exactly now. But it's crap either way. I had planned to buy a shiny new sofa when I moved in here, but then decided I probably wouldn't be here for very long, and so put off buying a new one. I couldn't really afford to go out and pay cash for one anyway, and I refuse to do the credit thing. I got myself into too much trouble, so if I can't pay cash, I don't get it. So, now I'll have a couch to sit on, and can actually invite people over if I like and offer them somewhere comfy to sit. On the other hand, its one more thing I'll have to move, or pay someone to move, when I do decide to move, which is another reason I decided not to get one while here, but that's okay. Free couch? I'm not turning it down! The second good thing, is that instead of dumping a whole bunch of cash into fixing the car, or going out and trying to buy a new car, like he was threatening to do, J decided to just get the Firebird running and drive that, instead of selling it. It's a piece o' crap, and I hate that car, but we already own it and it runs. That'll save us a bunch of cash, and that's always a good thing. Plus, he went to and bought himself a Christmas present with my 150.00 he borrowed, so now he's happy. He got a pretty nice printer/fax/scanner/copier dealie, which kinda surprised me. I figured he'd rather have the DVD burner, but he said wanted this. Now, he's got his own printer and scanner, so I can get my printer back, and he stay up off my scanner. He has had my printer for a few months now, cuz he needed it for school, now he has his own.. so yeah for me!

I'll Take That in Small Bills, Please..

I just wasted a few hours watching "Rich Girls" on MTV. I had only seen one episode before, and they were having a little marathon of episodes, so since I wasn't in the mood for anything serious, I decided to watch. Make mine just a lil fluff, please! I learned a few things, not the least of which was that Benjamin Franklin was born on the same day as Jaime whoever..and he invented the lightbulb, and that a life was, indeed, more important than a 400.00 pair of shoes. I kinda enjoyed the show, I may watch it again, but I feel myself being caught up in a kinda vicarious rich-girl-life fantasy world, between watching them and "The Simple Life", I just wanna be young and spoiled and jetting off to London. I'd even take old and spoiled and jetting off to London. I wanna call a yoga coach person and have her come over for me and my 18 year old friends for private sessions. I want to tell my mommy my computer is messed up and have her run out the next day and buy me a new one for 2000+ dollars. Fix it??? what are you talking about?? Why couldn't I have been born rich? I blame my parents entirely for their lack of foresight and neglect of their financial and business decisions, but I guess I can't complain too much, as parents go they've been pretty cool. I guess I'll just have to concentrate on making my own fortune. I have big plans to be rich someday, just haven't quite figured out how to do it.

Let's see, I could work for it.. but that would require a marketable skill worthy of big dollars, that I don't possess, or the invention or discovery of something big, which aint likely to happen. I could hope for a long lost rich dead relative to leave me a couple million. Umm.. don't seem to have one of those either. I could win the lottery..yeah, that's it. That is the master plan. Like most people, I have it all mapped out what I would do if I won the lottery. All I have to do now, is remember to play. That seems to be a problem. I never remember to buy tickets, which makes it considerably harder to win. Somebody has to win, it could be me, right!? Now that I have my plan firmly in place, I'm gonna go buy me some tickets tonight. When is the lotto drawing, anyway? When I win, I'll be sure to share my good fortune with all of you lovely people, so update your Wish Lists, so you'll be all ready for me and my new found wealth when we come looking.

Hey! I'm Ralphy..

You are Ralphy! A complete dreamer and positive
thinker. You WILL get that Red Ryder bb gun!

Which A Christmas Story Character Are You?
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... and I will NOT shoot my eye out!

Thursday, December 25, 2003

Christmas Eve

Okay, here goes. Yesterday, I went to Wally World in the afternoon, to finish up my shopping and stuff. I had no desire to go, really, and no idea what to get anyone, so I just went and wandered around in circles until I found something for everyone. I only had about five gifts to buy, so it wasnt all that difficult. Except I really didn't see much of anything that looked interesting. I musta made six rounds of the entire store, before I settled on some pretty generic stuff. I wasn't impressed with myself, but I got everyone something in the end. I thought It would be insane to go there on Christmas Eve Day, but I wasn't the only one in there. The place was packed with wall to wall insane people, rushing around. I had to wait for someone leaving to give up a shopping cart, because there was none left. The thing was, that everyone was in a really good mood. They were so nice and happy, and Merry Christmas-ing all over themselves. I had a conversation with one woman about a RC truck she was buying for her grandson, and another one about the lack of quality DVD's in the 5.88 bin. The only irritating part of it, really, was J. He was frustrated and bored, and wanting to get out of there. He was pissy because he decided that he wasn't going to be able to afford to spend the money I gave him for his gift on getting himself a gift, he would need to use it on the car, or risk it breaking down. It's been acting up. Then, he tried to guilt me into offering to just buy him something with my money, since he had to use his Christmas money for the car. I wasn't playin', so he got mopey, and started moaning about Christmas sucks, and he was ready to leave, etc. He's such a joy! I felt bad, because I want him to have a good Christmas, and get something nice, but it's not my fault he screwed up his license and had to pay the 150.00 to get a new one, and I don't have an extra 100.00 to hand to him. I managed to ignore him, and actually got through my shopping, and had found a little bit more Christmas spirit by the time I left. I managed to buy a sterling silver XOXO bracelet for my sister (she doesn't like gold), a card, to put her phone card in, and some really cute little teddy bears for my niece. She has a prepaid cell phone, so I got her a 30.00 card for her phone, and just got her a Christmas card to put it in. She was soooo excited about getting the phone card. I bought Tommy an e-reader for his Gameboy/lifeline, and just some chocolates and doodads for mom and dad, since we all pitched in to get them one big gift, I just wanted to get them something to open.

We ran home and wrapped the gifties, let the doggies out to pee, and I packed up my stuff and grabbed the goodies and we were heading out the door, and J noticed a puddle under the car. Turns out that we have a crack in the block of our car, so will now need to fix it or somehow get a new car. We had to call my sister's boyfriend to have him come fetch us, he didn't want to risk driving it over there, and that was fine. Except J was all irritated and worried about the car, so he was being kinda grumpy. We managed to calm him down and convince him to not worry about it for the day, since there wasn't a thing he could do about it til Friday. Dutch was a tad drunk when he got to the house, but as it turns out he's a practiced drunk driver, and was fine and not swerving or anything. Which is a good thing, cuz I really wanted to get there in one piece.

When we got to my sister's, and I was with the family and saw the tree with all the presents, and the food, and grabbed myself an eggnog, with the Christmas music playing, I found my Christmas spirit and was ready to celebrate the day.

We ate and sang with the music and talked. My brother Drew called from Ohio, to tell us Merry Christmas, and it was snowing there. We all got to talk to him for a bit, but we hung up when it was time to open the presents. He'll be home Tuesday, and we'll have a little celebration then, too, with him while he's home. I think he's going to Texas and then Georgia and then will be home for a week. I guess everyone had the same idea this year, it was funny. I got clothes from everyone, including a nice lightweight fleece jacket that I needed, and my mom and dad got several boxes of candy and a few other little doodads, and everyone bought Diane jewelry. J got some clothes and a pocket watch, so he was happy. He actually managed to lighten up and enjoy the night, and didn't whine once, even when it was midnight and he was wanting to go home cuz he was tired. Di also got a kareoke machine from Dutch, and the rest of the night was spent playing with that, as we all took turns singing, together and alone, and we had a great time. Even my dad was singing!! We were all surprised about that one. Me and Di love to sing together. We have been singing together for as long as I can remember. Some of my best days growing up were when we would sit in her room with her guitar, when she used to play, and sing together. She's started doing kareoke over the past year at the neighborhood bar she goes to, and it's good, because she has more confidence about her voice now. She sings good, she has a pretty voice, but she used to be kinda hesitant about it and didn't sing real loud. I usually drown her out, cuz I sing all the time, and don't care who hears me. She's getting louder now, and more willing to sing in front of people, which is always a good thing. I think people should sing whenever they like, even if they technically can't carry a tune in a bucket.

We ended up getting home about 1:30 a.m. or so, and I was supposed to work last night but I didn't make it. I worked a little bit, but I got sidetracked and didn't end up doing much, and I laid down for a bit to take a nap.

That was pretty much my Christmas Eve, and today I mostly slept. I'm still thinking about doing the lasagna for dinner tonight , but the prospects aren't looking too good at the moment.

Merry Christmas To All

I tried to sit down last night when I came home to post about my night, and again this morning when I got up, but I just didn't feel like it, and I felt kinda bad about that, but now that I see I'm not the only one, I don't feel so bad. Not a whole lotta posting going on today. Hope everyone is having a fun and happy Christmas, and hope Santa brought you everything you asked for.

And How Was *Your* Christmas?

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

A Holiday Recipe for Ya

Cookie Mix

1 cup of water
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of sugar
1 tsp salt
1 cup of brown sugar
4 large eggs
1 cup nuts
2 cups of dried fruit
1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequilla

Sample the Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the
Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one
level cup and drink. Turn on the electric mixer...Beat one
cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of
sugar...Beat again.

At this point it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still OK, try
another cup... just in case. Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2
leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit, Pick
the frigging fruit off floor... Mix on the turner. If the fried
druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a
drewscriver. Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.

Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who giveshz a sheet.
Check the Jose Cuervo. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your
nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever
you can find. Greash the oven.

Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't
forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the
window, finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in
the dishwasher.

A Christmas Carol

As I think I've mentioned before, Charles Dickens "A Christmas Carol" is quite possibly the best Christmas story ever (aside from A Christmas Story, of course), and I love it. I did think about doing a review of the story, but didn't get around to it. Now, I don't have to, because this guy did it way better and way more in depth than I could ever think of. He has reviews of the many different adaptations of the story, as well as some other Christmas-y type stuff to read about. Go forth and enjoy!

Christmas Schmistmas

Tomorrow.. errr today.. is Christmas Eve and I will be one of those foolish, procrastinating idiots who will be pushing and shoving my way through the holly jolly ho-ho-hoing crowds in Wally World, trying to finish my last minute shopping before the zero hour. We do our "family thing" on Christmas Eve, where we all gather at my sister's, and stuff ourselves to the gills with ham and homemade mac and cheese, as well as various and sundry other goodies..yes, there will be pie involved.. and we'll sing Christmas carols, drink egg nog, or some other alcolohic goodie, watch T.V., or play games, or whatever we end up doing, with the evening culminating in the exchange of the spectacular baubles and trinkets we have purchased and wrapped in pretty paper as gifties for the ones we love.

Usually, I would be all hepped up and excited over this, anticipating the celebration, and seeing as I actually had money to buy gifts this year, happily shopping to my heart's content, picking out gifts for my family and friends. I love Christmas shopping. I don't even mind the crowds, the stressed out people, or the traffic. I am just happy to be out there, trying to find that perfect gift for each person on my list, so I can wrap it up and watch the excitement as they open it. I love the decorations. I love the carols. I love the egg nog, the Christmas specials, and the baking. I love a reason, as if we need one, to gather with my family and friends and exchange presents and get dru..errr...celebrate the birth of the baby Jesus. I love the excuse to wear a Santa hat or elf shoes..not that I'd be caught dead doing that, but I could if I liked with hardly anyone laughing at me. Unlike when I..errr.. if I were to do it in, say, May. Even with all of this, somehow, this year, I don't really care either way. I didn't decorate at all. Though I thought about it, so I should get brownie points for that. I haven't taken a drive around town checking out other people's decorations. I've only got about half my shopping done..and time is kinda running out. I have been watching the specials and listening to the carols to try to get in the mood, but it hasn't really done it's usual job of putting me in the holiday spirit. I'm not completely without the spirit, but I'm just not as excited about it as I usually am.

I will go buy gifts, and will probably end up wrapping them in the car on the way to my sister's. I made my cookies and some macaroni salad, though I nixed the lasagna due to lack of time or energy to deal with it. I'll make it for us for us maybe on Christmas Day or something, I guess. I already gave J his gifts, which is TOTALLY not like me, I usually make him wait, but I could hardly make him wait when I've already got mine hooked up and running. I really could care less about the whole ordeal. I could be perfectly happy to stay home, or go to my sister's and eat and just hang out with my family, even if I didn't give or receive a single present. I just don't give a rat's ass either way. I'm hoping that once I get to the store, or once I get to Di's, with the Christmas tree and decorations that I know she has up in her house, and seeing the kids all excited and anticipating opening their gifts, and being with my family,... and maybe after a couple egg nogs or Christmas punches, I will be able to muster at least a couple of hours worth of excitement before the whole thing is over. Christmas Day will be just another day here, we have no plans, and no gifts to open, so Christmas Eve is my one shot to get a little Christmas cheer in. Maybe I can sneak a little spark in just under the wire, but if not, I guess there's always next year.


Tuesday, December 23, 2003

stoled from Where Memories Go To Die


I got my bank card today, and the first thing I decided to do was to go online and pay for my TIVO, to get that up and running finally. The problem is, that the electric company, for some reason, came here this morning to replace my meters. They turned off the power for a couple minutes, and when it came back on, the TiVo fired up with the T.V. and it has taken control of my T.V., and won't let me do anything. I can't watch T.V., because the fucktard who had it before set the parental control password, and I don't know what it is. So, I call customer service.. you can't get a dang person on the customer service. It took me ten minutes to get the stupid automatic system biotch to get me to a person. After being on hold for 10 minutes, I just talked to a very nice guy who reset the password for me, and now I'm back in control of my T.V. I have a TV again. I HATE HATE HATE automated customer service bullshit!!

See What I Mean??

Kathy Howe posts this comment..

"Monday, December 22, 2003



And she gets 11 comments LOL I realize she has considerably more regular readers than me, and everyone seems to love her, and why wouldn't we, but 11 comments for a two word post.

11 comments | posted by Kathy Howe 5:55 PM"

Ok, let me try



Whew! Made it Through Another One..

Well, I made it through J's birthday relatively unharmed. There was much screaming, and yelling, some tears (mine), some bitching and whining (his) and general out and out frustration, but in the end there was birthday nookie and a trip to Wally World, where I saw the Gollom figure (below) I want ("Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false." ), and I got the stuff to make some lasagna and macaroni salad for Christmas Eve, so it wasn't a total loss.

I didn't get him anything for his birthday yet, except for one of those big Hershey's Kisses, because he couldn't make up his mind what he wanted, and he was kinda disappointed when I told him he had a 50.00 budget. He claimed he couldnt get anything "good" for 50.00, so he didn't know what he wanted. This from a man who got me NOTHING for my birthday this year, because he had no money at the time. He wasn't working yet. He cleaned the house for me as a present, and that was good. I appreciated it. I was perfectly fine with that, because he mopped the floors and and cleaned out the fridge, and he even cleaned my room. On top of no gift, he didn't even come to my sister's for my party, and he didn't go out with us to the bar afterwards, because we were doing kareoke and he didn't want to sit through that. It was too boring for him! But for him, 50.00 wasn't considered enough to get anything decent, and I don't care about him because I didn't run in at the stroke of midnight and tell him Happy Birthday last night. I can't go into the full realm of crap I go through with him on his birthday every year. The problem is, basically, that he had the misfortune of being born 3 days before Christmas, so growing up he always got screwed out of presents, and got his birthday combined with Christmas. He hates that, and insists that his birthday be celebrated on his birthday or before his birthday, by itself, and he sorta expects me to make up for all his crappy birthday/Christmases he got as a kid. I do my best, but nothing is ever enough to satisfy him. Plus, he gets upset because my family doesn't call him and wish him happy birthday on his day, they wait til Christmas Eve and do it all then. He doesn't call them on their birthdays or email them either. I give them gifts, signed from both of us, but they know it's from me. Yet, he expects them to be concerned about his. He couldn't even tell you when MY birthday is, after nearly 6 years together, but he expects miracles on his. But, we made it through another one in spite of his massive amounts of crap, and we stopped at Blockbuster to rent some movies, which I'm going to go watch. TTFN.

Look What I Found At Wally World!

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (Collector's 5 DVD set)

I went to Wally World tonight, and look what I found.. a collector's edition of The Two Towers that included a Gollum figure with it.. It's soo cute! Gollom rocks.

Of course, I didn't buy it, cuz I don't have 50-sunthin dollars to spend on it right this minute, but I have a feeling he'll be finding his way into my house shortly after Christmas..

if you really wanna hear Gollom rock.. go here In Da Caveses I found this at Leeann's

Monday, December 22, 2003

I Got Nuthin To Say

I've been going around searching for new blogs to add to my blogroll, because mine just isn't long enough, and I need to find a way to eat up more of my day. I have been visiting my regular reads, but haven't been much in the mood to comment a whole bunch. Apparently, everyone else is going through the same thing, because my comments have been way down .. to pretty much nonexistent except for one comment from Scott ::thank you Scott:::. I usually only get a couple here and there anyway, but now its..umm. none. Oh well, what can ya do. Why is it that some people can write something like. " I don't have anything to say today, that is all' and get 15 comments about it's okay not to have anything to say, and "why not say this or that", or "you did have something to say, because you said you had nothing to say, which is saying something" What's up with that? Even people who don't have many more readers than the 5-1/2 I have get bunches of comments, or at least one on almost everything they post. I could put up the meaning of life, solve the "chicken or the egg" question, or even when I write about sex, I get nuthin! Not that I'm whining or anything, I know people come here, and if you don't feel like commenting, that's okay. I don't want to feel like I'm pressuring anyone or anything. There's lots of times I read some good stuff on other people's blogs and then I don't comment, and they don't have any more commenters than me, so I guess it's just a hit or miss sorta thing. So, I'm not gonna sweat the no comments situation, and just continue to post away to my heart's content. You people.. just talk amongst yerselves..K!

Happy Birthday To J!

Today is J's birthday, and even though he doesn't know of the existence of this blog, I will say happy birthday to him here.

I already said Happy Birthday to him this morning when he got up, and it was a wholly unsatisfactory exchange, but at least I said it, and that's what counts.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: Happy Birthday! What do ya wanna do today?

J: I don't wanna do nuthin.

Me: If you put on your pants and go check the mail for me, maybe my bank card will be in there, and then we can go to the store, and try to decide what you want to do for dinner.

J: I don't wanna do nuthin.

Me: What do you mean, you don't wanna do nuthin? You don't want dinner? You don't want to go to the store?

J: I don't wanna do nuthin.

Me: Okay then, I guess I'll just have to cook what I have in the house. Ya want steak for dinner? But we do need to go to the store, we're out of cat food, and Jazmine broke her leash again.

J: I'm not doing nuthin.

Me: ::sigh:: Why are you not doing nuthin? Do you not want to do dinner? Do you not want a present?

J: I'm not doing nuthin. I know noone gives a shit about me, I don't care anymore.

Me: Uh.. okay! Then have a shitty day if ya like, and good luck to ya with that.

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Christmas Specials Revisited

"Each Christmas season there are a number of Holiday Specials that can be seen on television, and this year is no different. Here is a sneek-peek at some of the specials that are sure to be a hit this year.

The Art of Christmas Shopping:
In this one-hour special, Winona Ryder shares her shopping tips and recommends where to find the best 'deals'.

Christmas Dinner with Mr. Bush: The President prepares a plastic ham and delivers it to the troops in Afghanistan.

Rich Girls: Ally and Jaime learn the true meaning of Christmas when they are faced with a paltry $100,000 Christmas budget.

60 Minutes: Mike Wallace investigates Elf slave-labor. Ed Bradley delves into the truth behind Good & Bad lists.

The Martha Stewart Christmas Special: Martha creates a holiday shiv.

Frosty the Snowman: In a new twist to this timeless classic, Frosty learns the virtues of Viagra and no longer prematurely melts.

A Michael Jackson Christmas: The King of Pop hosts a Christmas Eve slumber party at his Neverland Ranch. Guests include the Tabernacle Boys Choir.

The Democratic Christmas Debate: Details were unavailable at press time. It doesn't matter, no one will be watching.

A Paris Hilton Christmas: The wealthy socialite makes a home-video with Rudolf and discovers that his nose isn't the only thing that shines.

Queer Eye: The boys give Santa a makeover.

How the Reagan's Stole Christmas: An HBO Movie Special."

Freshly stol..errr.. borrowed from

Sunday, December 21, 2003

Just One Small Request

Mom says everyone is sick at my sister's, and mom and dad have a mild flu too, thankfully they've had their flu shots, so it's not the full-out flu that a lot of people are having. Dad doesn't need that with his emphysema and all. I just hope they are all over it by Christmas Eve, because I sure as H-E-L-L don't want it. So far, I'm healthy as can be, but everyone else I've been visiting are reporting that they are sick, or someone in their house is sick. Just one request for all you sickies out there.. DON'T BREATHE ON ME!!

I'm actually starting to feel a bit of Christmas spirit today. Maybe it's because it's getting closer to the day, and I was thinking of going to do some Christmas shopping, and pick up a few last minute things. Or, maybe it's because my mommy came over and brought me some fluff to make my fudge with so I can make No-Fail fudge, which is yummy. Or, maybe because she told me that my Mary and Tom aren't going to North Carolina with their dad for Christmas after all, and Rick and Dawna might come up for the day Christmas Eve, which is when we do our "family thing", so I'm kinda excited that more of the family will be here together for the day. I don't know.. but I'm feeling all spirit-y and stuff. Yeah for me!

It's Science Bijimeny!

Didja know.. that if you fill the ice cube tray with hot water instead of cold, then the water swells as it freezes and you end up with ice cubes that are actually big enough to get out without breaking your tray!

I haven't tried this, it's just something I read. I'll have to test it out to see if it's true..

Got Cake?

This gives new meaning to the phrase "I looooove pie!"

Dear Dotti: My boyfriend constantly imitates that infamous scene from the movie American Pie. He is always having sex with baked goods such as pies, cakes and even brownies. The thing is, baking is a very big hobby of mine, and I can't stand him ruining my work anymore. What should I do? Should I dump my 'sweet-toothed' boyfriend? -- Poppin' Fresh in the Big Apple

Dear Poppin' Fresh: If you weren't so busy being Betty Crocker maybe you'd have some time to satisfy your boyfriend's needs. Give him regular nookie and he'll probably leave your baked goods alone. Either that or put him to good use poking the holes in donuts."

Saturday, December 20, 2003

Christmas Goodies

Days 'Til Christmas 4

Hours 'Til Christmas 104

Minutes 'Til Christmas 6260 and counting....

Are all of your Christmas presents bought and wrapped, your cookies baked, your trees trimmed, your stockings hung by the chimney with care.. in hopes that St. Nicholas soon will be there?

Well .. mine aren't! I did get my cookies baked, so I guess that's something..

So here for a little holiday diversion are some Christmas jokes to jolly up yer day.


What do you call a polar bear wearing ear muffs?
Anything you want. He can't hear you!

What do reindeer have that no other animals on earth have?
Baby reindeer.

What do you call a chicken at the North Pole?

What kind of pine has the sharpest needles?
A porcupine.

Just before Christmas, an honest politician, a generous lawyer and Santa Claus were riding in the elevator of a very posh hotel. Just before the doors opened they all noticed a $20 bill lying on the floor. Which one picked it up?
Santa of course, because the other two don't exist!

How does Mickey Mouse get around during the winter?
Mice skates.

Where does Frosty the Snowman keep his money?
In a snow bank.

What happened when Santa's cat swallowed a ball of yarn?
She had mittens.

What is Frosty's favorite breakfast cereal?
Snow Flakes.

How does Santa Claus take pictures?
With a North Pole-aroid camera.

Where is the best place to put your Christmas tree?
After your Christmas one and your Christmas two.

What is red and white and goes up and down and up and down?
Santa Claus stuck in an elevator.

What's red and green and guides Santa's sleigh?
Rudolph the red-nosed pickle.

How do you know if there is a reindeer in your refrigerator?
The hoofprints in the butter!

Why does Santa Claus have three gardens?
So he can Ho-Ho-Ho.

What happens when Frosty the Snowman gets dandruff?
He gets snowflakes.

What kind of food do you get when you cross a blizzard with a polar bear?
A brrr-grrr! (burger)

What's red and white and red and white and red and white?
Santa Claus rolling down a hill.

What do you call a cow in Alaska?
An Eski-moo.

Smells Like Christmas Spirit...

It is now 5 days til Christmas, and I really haven't experienced any rush of Christmas spirit yet. Maybe it's because I don't have a tree. I haven't had a tree in a few years, because I just never seem to get around to it. I don't have kids to put one up for, and without kids, it just seems kinda sad and pathetic when you don't have a bunch of presents under it to put one up. Although, I do really love the decorations and Christmas lights. I collect them actually. I have boxes and boxes of them, with twinkly lights and animated Santas, and a Mickey Mouse dressed as Santa that walks up and down a big red plastic ladder. Maybe this weekend, I'll just put up the decorations in the house, and think about getting a tree. I got my chocolate chip and M&M cookies made today, and will do the oatmeal, raisin, chocolate chips over the weekend, and make my fudge. I got some egg nog, and have been watching my Christmas specials, and singing carols. My neighbors now think I'm weird, just because I was barking jingle bells to Jazmine standing in my doorway today. She was outside barking, and not listening to me when I told her to shut up. I had the music on, so for some reason I decided to bark along with her, and I just started doing it to the tune of Jingle Bells cuz it was on the stereo, and my neighbor happened to come outside. I don't think that's weird.. do you?? She looked at me weird, but she was laughing. Oh well, screw her if she can't take a joke.

Well, it's late, and I should be working, since I didn't get much done with the four hours of dealing with him while he messed with the TiVo, and then having to wait while he took over my computer so he could install the CD burner.. upside down! LOL So, I'm off for now, try not to miss me too much while I'm gone.
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Stuff To Ponder...

How can it take almost 4 hours to try to set up a Tivo, and it still isn't set up right?

How come Christmas cookies have to have calories?

Why does the dog, after she's been out in the cold-ass Florida air have to come in and rub her freezing cold nose on me?

Why is it 36 degrees in freakin Florida?

How come I moved my computer desk about 3 inches closer to the window, and now I'm freezin' my ass off..even with the heat on?

How come I have been walking around the house with one sock on for about three hours, and didn't notice til about 10 minutes ago, until I realized my foot was cold for some reason?

What happened to the other sock?

How can a guy who fixes computers for a living install a CD burner upside down and not notice, until he tries to put a CD in it to test it, so he has to take it back out and reinstall it?

Why do I have no marshmallow for my cocoa?

What could the dog be dreaming about that makes her tail start wagging like crazy in her sleep?

Is frustration over the fact that he stressed the hell out of you trying to install your Tivo justifiable grounds for killing your boyfriend?

Why do homemade chocolate chip and M&M cookies taste sooo much better than the store bought kind, even the premade kind you bake at home?

Why aren't dishes and cookie baking pans and bowls self-washing?

Why is there no cheesecake delivery service?

Friday, December 19, 2003

Well, here we go. The fun will begin. J is out of school until the 5th of January, and he's not sure how many days he'll have to work during the vacation. This means, he will be here.. with me.. in my house.. allllllllllllllllll freeeaaakin daaaaay loooong for the next 16 days. 16!!!! :: sigh::: there goes my peace and quiet. To top it all off, Monday is his birthday, he'll be 39, and he says he doesn't want much, but I know if I don't do something for him there will be serious pouting and whining going on. I don't get paid til Thursday, and my funds are pretty low, and since he borrowed half the money I had for gas and cigarettes and stuff this week, I hope he ain't expecting much. Anyone want a houseguest for the next 16 days??? He's pretty handy sometimes, and he's potty trained!! I hate to have to bitch-slap a boy on his birthday, so I hope he doesn't start whining when he realizes there won't be any big celebrations. He doesn't even want cake and ice cream or any of that, so I don't know what he expects me to do to celebrate it. Guess I'll take him out to dinner, or buy something good and actually ::gasp:: cook something..maybe a pork roast or some lasagna, depending on what he's in the mood for. I'll just have to wait and see what happens on Monday, I guess. He already knows he won't be getting much under the tree on Christmas since he took my 150.00 for his license, and he doesn't get paid until Friday. It's okay though, he doesn't mind, because there's a computer show next weekend, which means we can just go there and let him pick out something he wants there. He's all excited about that! I haven't let him go to the computer show once yet this year. Well, I'll see what happens on Monday with his birthday, if you see me sitting in the corner yanking my hair out, don't be alarmed. I'm okay, it's just J's birthday.

'Ho, 'Ho, 'Ho

After the Grinch tonight, I watched The Simple Life, and this is only the third episode I've seen, but I gotta say I really like that show. I'll be bummed when it's over. I know some people say it sucks, and Paris is a slut, and they're both flighty, fruity, stupid, and irresponsible, but ya know what? Who gives a shit! Yeah, they aren't the brightest bulbs on the Chrismas tree when it comes to some things, but most people know what they live. They don't know about Walmart, or didn't, I don't know if they've been introduced to it by now, and they do stupid shit, but they're 20 year old girls, who are rich, and don't have any need to know about Walmart. They aren't always real considerate of their host families reputations, but they are just trying to have fun and make the show interesting. How boring would it be, if they just sat there and behaved perfectly all the time. They are actually pretty respectful of them, they're not telling them to phuque off or saying anything bad about them, at least not on camera. They are loyal to their friends.. each other, and now Justin. I loved it when they kinda went after his ex girlfriend and almost made her cry for dumping him. That's what friends are for! Though, he looks at them like he's wanting to be a lot more than friends. lol Looks like Nichol has a boy-on-boy action fetish..ick...but very funny when she gets those two boys to kiss each other. I could do without looking at Paris's ass hangin' out the bottom of the Band-Aid she was wearing for a skirt, but that's just me.

Bottom line, is they're 20 year old girls, and aside from the disgustingly skinny, very blonde, and rich thing, they kinda remind me of me and my friends when we were 20. We did stupid shit to try to have fun. We flirted ..alot.. we drank and danced, and had sex.. well THEY did.. I waited til I was 22 before I released my inner ho. We danced down Main Street at midnight singing Fame, we walked to Dunkin Donuts at 2:00 a.m. we could sit and make fun of people and pig out on donuts..and have donut fights. Luckily for us, the manager was a really good friend of mine, and he didn't kick us out. Though he did come out and pelt us with white donut sugar one time when we pegged him with a piece of a Boston Creme. We went to the fair grounds after hours to hang with the carnies and party during the Eastern States Exposition, and were pretty much there 24/7 for the duration of the fair one year, except for when we were working, and when we went home to shower and take a nap. We went to bars and got a little rowdy..we had fun! We didn't dress in nearly nonexistent daisy duke outfits, they do dress like total tramps, but we weren't rich, didn't live in L.A., and weren't skinny little pole people either. I think that made a difference. We weren't sluts..well, I wasn't anyway..but we had a good time. We were 20!!

I wasn't making sex videos with my boyfriend, because I'm not that stupid, but if I had decided to make one, I would assume it was something for our eyes only, and wouldn't expect it to end up on the internet. Then again, I'm not a rich heiress. If I were, maybe I would have taken time to consider that someone might decide to make a few bucks with it at some point, if I ever decided to try to be famous. Big fat hairy deal! The girl had sex with her boyfriend, or some guy she was dating, and she was stupid to let him tape it, but did she really do anything in that video that was outrageous? That tape was no big deal. Even she didn't look like she was all that into it, she answered her dang phone in the middle of it. She wasn't gang banging bikers or anything. She was young, trusting, and stupid, and she may be a slut, I don't know if she is or she isn't, but the making of a p0rn video with your boyfriend doesn't make you a slut. It just makes you incredibly stupid, especially if you are somewhat of a celebrity or well-known heiress.

Anyway.. I like the show, and I don't care who knows it. I plan to watch it again, and when I get the Tivo set up, it's definitely going into the Season Pass category.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Grinch Fest 2003

"And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so? "It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!" And he puzzled and puzzed, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't thought of before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"

YES.. that's right kiddies! Tonight, for the first time this season, even though it's been on some channel or other every day for the past few weeks, I'm sure..I am watching

Sing it with me, ya know ya wanna.. "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch."

"Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...

But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT!

The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small"

What Christmas holiday would be complete without this timeless tale of the mean-spirited Grinch who feebly attempts to steal the Yuletide celebation of Whoville?

Everyone on the planet, even the littlest Who, has seen this movie a gazillion times before, but Christmas ain't Christmas til I watch it once more. At 8:00 p.m., if you're looking for me, on my bed with my cookies and cocoa I'll be. I'll watch as the Who's prepare for their feast, unaware that the Grinch plots to steal their roast beast.

Every year for the last 30-sunthin years, I've watched this movie. No wonder I know way too much of the words by heart. But, who doesn't! Every year, I love to watch as he plots to steal Christmas. I always wonder how Max manages to get his tail threaded in the sewing machine, when he's down on the floor working the foot pedal, but.. I guess anything's possible in a cartoon. I feel bad for poor Max with his big horn on his head, and laugh like a fool when he jumps on the sled. I don't like doggy meanness, even in a cartoon, but I guess he wouldn't be the Grinch if he was nice to him. He is a pretty dang amazing dog, since he manages to pull a whole towns-worth of Christmas crap 10,000 feet up to the top of Mt. Crumpit by his lonesome. Buried in the snow no less. After The Grinch steals their packages and bags, and lies to poor little Cindy Loo Who as he's stealing all her toys, as he waits for the town to be beaten and sad, I love to watch as they still gather round the tree and sing their little Christmas song.

"Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas,
Come this way!

I've seen the Grinch movie with Jim Carey, and I like that one too, it has it's good points, but I still like the original cartoon version best.

Now, it's five til 8:00, and I've got just enough time to go make my cocoa, and grab my spot to watch the Grinchy goodness.

Welcome Christmas
(The Who's Christmas song)

Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas,
Come this way!

Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas,
Christmas Day.

Welcome, Welcome
Fah who rah-moose
Welcome, Welcome
Dah who dah-moose
Christmas day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp

Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome, welcome Christmas
Welcome, welcome Christmas
Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas,
Come this way!

Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas,
Christmas Day.

Welcome, Welcome
Fah who rah-moose
Welcome, Welcome
Dah who dah-moose
Christmas day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp

Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas
Bring your cheer

Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome all Who's
Far and near

Welcome Christmas, fah who rah-moose
Welcome Christmas, dah who dah-moose
Christmas day will always be
Just so long as we have we

Fah who for-aze
Dah who dor-aze
Welcome Christmas
Bring your light
(Bridge (about 65 sec))

Welcome Christmas
Fah who rah-moose!
Welcome Christmas
Dah who dah-moose!

Welcome Christmas
While we stand
Heart to heart
And hand in hand

Fah who for-aze
Dah who dor-aze
Welcome welcome

Stuff In My Closet

Yesterday, I spent the entire day pulling everything out of my bedroom closet, going through boxes, and throwing stuff out. I also rearranged the furniture, put my bureau in the closet to make more space in my room for my new TV cart thingy, and set up the VCR, DVD, cable box and TiVo on it, along with the TV. So, my room is looking pretty good except for the crap I gotta still clean up off my floor. So, in the process of digging through the boxes, I found the old boyfriend picture stash. These are pictures of old boyfriends that I still have (the pictures, not the boyfriends), so I made them into a collage sorta deal and posted them below for you to see just what sorta dorks I've been out with in the past. Cuz I know you care.

Also in the process of the cleaning, I came across a bunch of useless crap, that I forgot I had, or that I wonder why the hell I kept, and in keeping with the collage theme, I scanned some of them and put them below for your viewing pleasure, because, well..why the heck not!

stuff found in my closet

This is a collage of stuff, including: my old cellphone which no longer works, a postcard from Nassau from my friend, a Christmas pin that says "On Santa's Naughty List and Proud of It", a souvenir lighter from Boston that I've had for at least 12 years and has been sitting in a box in the closet, some outdated Chloraseptic , various toys including a Ronald Reagan clown figure and a tiny miniature doll, an Arabic phrase book, my Christmas CDs I've been looking for for about two weeks, and a tiny pair of men's thong undies that I can't remember who they belonged to, they're scary. I think they were Hamid's. Why do I still have these??

Along with these things, I also found a bunch of yarn and a half finished afghan I started five years ago, that are still sitting in the closet because I'm going to finish them..someday...and about a million Happy Meal type toys that I collected, that are now sitting in bags taking up space in the closet, but I don't have the heart to get rid of them. I still like em. There's also a bunch of owner's manuals to things I haven't owned in years, a bag full of beanie babies I forgot were in there, two broken cameras, some jewelry I've been meaning to get fixed that I'll probably never get fixed.. and, well, a whole lot of other useless crap I should just throw out but don't, for some reason, want to part with.

Now, I've been up all night, and I'm pretty tired, so I think I'm gonna go lay down and take a nap, and I'll try and come up with something exciting to post about later, when I'm a little more awake.

here's my newest masterpiece, due do the fact that I spent all day in my room cleaning and sorting, this was inspired by things in my room. So, because I know you all wait on the edge of your seats for these things, I've decided to share it with you, because I'm nice like that.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Strange Google Searches Volume 2

We have a winner for the second weirdest Google search string that somehow landed someone here.

"fuck story my mom Sucks And Fucks A Young Sleeping Guy"

I know he didn't find what he was looking for here on this one! I entered it into Google and tried to see just what bits of my posts ended me in the running for this search, and after clicking about 60 pages of findings, with their being no end in sight, I gave up and still didn't find myself in the list. This is good. I guess I should not only be happy that I wasn't anywhere in the top running for this, but should also be kinda proud that after the perv searched through 60+ pages of sick and strange porn choices, he somehow came upon my little blog and thought I was interesting enough to check out. Yeah for me..errrr.. I think.

Daily Exercise for the Non-Athletic

Calories can be burned by the hundreds by engaging in strenuous activities that do not require physical exercise.

Exercise..............................Calories burned per hour

Beating around the bush...................................75

Jumping to conclusions....................................100

Climbing the walls........................................150

Swallowing your pride.....................................50

Passing the buck..........................................25

Throwing your weight around
(depending on your weight)................................50-300

Dragging your heels.......................................100

Pushing your luck.........................................250

Making mountains out of molehills.........................500

Hitting the nail on the head..............................50

Wading through paperwork..................................300

Bending over backwards....................................75

Jumping on the bandwagon..................................200

Balancing the books.......................................25

Running around in circles.................................350

Eating crow...............................................225

Tooting your own horn.....................................25

Climbing the ladder of success............................750

Pulling out the stops.....................................75

Adding fuel to the fire...................................160

Wrapping it up at the day's end...........................12

Opening a can of worms ...................................50

Putting your foot in your mouth...........................300

Starting the ball rolling.................................90

Going over the edge.......................................25

Picking up the pieces.....................................350

Let's all get out there and burn some calories!

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Don't Talk To Strangers...

Last night, I watched, for the first time, the show "Dead Like Me" on Showtime. I have wanted to watch this for a long time, I thought it looked like it would be a good show, but I gave up my pay channels shortly after the start of the show, so was never able to see it. I caught it last night, when they were having a sort of mini marathon of five shows, which started from the beginning of the series, so I got to see the first five episodes. I really liked it. If you haven't seen it, it's about an 18 year old girl who gets killed suddenly by a toilet seat that falls from the sky, and after she dies she gets tapped to be a grim reaper. Her job, along with the other grim reapers of the world, is to go around to wherever people are scheduled/destined to be killed in some freak accident or murder, etc, and release the soul from the person's body. She struggles with it, especially when her first solo "job" is to release the soul of a little girl destined to die in a train crash, but she slowly comes to realize that it's necessary, natural, and needs to be done, fate can't be stopped, and you can't save them, so she does her job. Now, the thing is, the way they release the person's soul is by touching them. They find some way to get close to the person, they are walking, visible, regular-appearing human beings.."the undead"..and they touch them on the hand, or the shoulder, whatever way they can, and release the soul. Now, I'm thinking, if there wasn't good enough reason to be leary and freaked out by strangers who touch me before, there sure as shit is a reason to be freaked out about it now. I could be walking down the street, minding my own business, and some freak could go by me and touch me on the arm, and next thing I know I'm in front of a bus I didn't see, and s-p-l-a-t! Sure, just one more thing I need to have on my mind. So, if you see me on the street, and feel like you might want to hug me, or touch me in some way, don't be surprised if I scream and run the other way.

Shoot Me! Shoot Me Now!

Just because life isn't fun enough, every so often we have to have these little events that happen to liven up our days. Just to make sure we're on our toes, and we don't get too comfy or happy. Yesterday, I gave J my bank card so he could go pay a bill for me. He went and paid the bill, and then somehow managed to lose his wallet somewhere between the store and his school. He lost his card, my card, and his license he just paid $150.00 to get back, which meant he had to go get a duplicate license. I asked him, did he go back over every step, go back to the store, go back to the cable company, search through his book bag, rip the car apart..he said he did all of these things, and no luck. Okay, fine! Soooo.. today I call up the bank and have to cancel both our cards and have them reissue new ones, which will take, according to the bank, seven to ten business days. uhhh.. Christmas is in how many days. Count it out with me people.. 9!! nine days, 8 if you consider that today is pretty much gone for all intents and purposes. Actually, 7..there are truly only 7 shopping days, 8 days until actual Christmas, 7 shopping days left until Christmas. I still have things I need to buy, some of which I had planned to order online. No card, card is cancelled, can't order squat online with no card! I also had things I needed to get at the store, I need some nuts for my fudge, cuz I changed my mind about not having nuts in the fudge, and decided some nuts might be nice, but now.. no nuts! At least until the card gets here. It wouldn't be that big of a tragedy, since, theoretically, I could still write checks and just change my plans and get things here locally in the stores. This isn't something I want to do, it's a hassle, but not something I can't roll with. I'm easy that way. I *could* write checks if I could find my freakin ID. My ID has been lost for about two weeks, my house ate it. I know it is here in this house somewhere, but phuque if I know where. I've pulled the house apart and have yet to find it, but I still have hope. I found my keys that were lost after a week or so, they were in the bottom of a clothes basket full of clothing, which luckily I decided, totally against my nature, to fold and put away, thus finding my keys. My ID, so far, is still lurking somewhere, probably watching and laughing at my futile attempts to find it, but I will find it one day!

This means my choices are to either go to the driver's license place and get a replacement, so that I can go use checks for my purchases, which will cost $15.00 or so, which I really don't want to go give to the driver's license place, if I don't have to. Or.. I could go to the actual bank..go inside the bank.. and emerge with cash in hand to spend on the things I need. This is what they tell me anyway. I have my doubts. Do they still have actual people inside a bank?? Can you go in there and get money out and stuff? I have my suspicions that you can't, that it's all a big hoax, and that there is just one person in the bank, who sits and mans the drive-up window for appearances sake, though that person may actually be some sort of banking cyborg or robot of some kind, and the rest of the bank is empty. I may have to test this theory sometime soon, and the prospect kinda scares me. I just hope that either the new card shows up within two or three days, instead of the promised seven to ten, or that I find my ID and can just write checks, and avoid the whole bank thing altogether.

Of course, a couple hours after I canceled the cards, he went back to the store where he went yesterday, so he could get some cigarettes, and they had his wallet. Though he said he went back there yesterday, and they didn't have it,..suddenly they have it. Either he lied and didn't actually go back there, or they just found it later after he went in there. Either way, it still sucks. It's good to know that noone has our cards and is ransacking our bank accounts, but still just a tad too freakin' late to be of any use. The damage is already done. Lesson learned - don't let your debit card leave the house without you.

Monday, December 15, 2003

It's Here! It's Here!

My TiVo finally got here! It took a while, but I finally got it. The good thing is, it's here, the bad thing is I don't have time to mess with it today, so it will probably stay iin the box until tomorrow. Which means I'll have to hide it so J doesn't know it's here. He'll have to rip the box open and set it up right away! He won't want to wait, and he'll distract me and want me to help him, which will interrupt my being able to work. Then it will be there, sitting there, waiting for me, and I'll have to play with it. Which will distract me further, and I won't get my work done. I was going to wait to put the new TV stand thingy together until tomorrow, because I don't have time to do it today, but he couldn't wait and had to put it together last night. Of course, he needed my help, and I had to stop what I was doing and go help, because he was getting all frustrated. So the TiVO goes in the closet until tomorrow, along with my new CD burner that's been in there for three days, so he doesn't disrupt me, wanting to put that in right away. Okay, I'm going back to work, while I sit here staring lovingly at my TiVO box.

Now That I've Had A Nap

Now that I've had a nap, maybe I can manage to come up with something coherent and interesting to post about. I write about goofy crap when I'm tired. LOL.

I think I'm about the only one who didn't post my thoughts on the Saddam capture thing yesterday. To tell you the truth, I haven't even looked at the news or read the news stories yet pertaining to him. I really don't care. I do care that he's caught, I think that's spectacular, but I got the pertinent details from reading the headlines and little bits and pieces of stuff in people's posts, I don't need the gory specifics. I did read in someone's comments, I forget whose it was, but I think it was Serenity's, some troll saying that it was all crap. The troll said that Saddam was caught already and being kept in an underground basement somewhere, and this was just a big publicity thing. Whatever dude! Whenever he was caught, he needs to get locked up for the rest of his life, or get the death penalty, for the things he's done.

I used to live with an ex-Iraqi commando for a year and a half. His name is Hamid, and he had first-hand knowledge of some of the things Saddam did. He was a commando in his Army, and was sort of a friend of his, until he decided that Saddam was nuts and he didn't agree with some stuff he did, and decided to leave the Army. He and six or seven of his friends all decided at the same time to leave, and that's when Saddam killed their families. His wife, five of his six kids, his mom and dad, and three of his brothers were all killed, because he left Saddam's Army. He let his sisters live, but he did cripple one of them, so she will be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. He and a bunch of his friends were forced to leave Iraq or be killed. They are here in the U.S. on political asylum, and now that Saddam is gone they will be happy. Maybe now, they can go home if they want to, or at least go to visit what's left of their family and friends. I don't think he'll move back there, because he has a wife and 2 kids..or maybe more by in the US, but I'm sure he's very happy to know that he can if he wants to. As long as Saddam was there, that wasn't an option.

Monday Madness

Let's try a little Monday Madness Meme to brighten up our day, shall we? Okay!
Monday Madness

For the following 10 items, name the color that, in your opinion, best describes it.
1. your mood: Yellow
2. your personality: Bright purple
3. your job (or your past job) OR your school: Light blue
4. your home: Brown
5. your imagination: Orange
6. nature: Blue
7. your name: Bright Blue
8. wealth: Canary yellow
9. the perfect car: Red
10. good health: Silver

Cold Pizza For Breakfast

Good Morning lovely people! Well, it isn't morning for me, I haven't been to sleep yet except for about an hour nap I took from 3:00 to 4:00 a.m. I'm working, working, working my fingers to the bone, trying to get caught up. I'm bound and determined to get em all in. Now, I'm taking a little break, so I figured I'd take a time out just post a little bit to get the morning off right. I'm having cold pizza and a Pepsi for breakfast, because I'm too lazy to even fix a bowl of cereal or cook anything. Very sad, I know, but what can I say. It's pretty good, although actually it's not cold, it's kinda lukewarm because I put it in the microwave for a minute to take the chill off. That was the extent of my patience, I had it set for 3 minutes, but I couldn't be bothered to stand there and wait that long. Isn't that sad. We've become so ..or at least *I've* become so spoiled and impatient that waiting for 3 minutes for the microwave is just too freakin' long.

What I really want for breakfast is a nice warm, chewy bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam. I could have one too, if I had bought some. I think I may have to go back to the store sometime this week and buy some actual food. I could live on cookies, I suppose, once I get around to baking them, but it's not very nutritious. I need to go buy the stuff to make a big bowl of something good, like macaroni and tuna salad. I make some kick-ass mac and tuna salad. Anyone else make that? Ya know what I'm talking about, right? Cooked elbows and a can of tuna, with onions, celery, hard boiled eggs, mayo and stuff. I put diced tomatoes, olives, and sometimes little diced cucumbers in mine, but J won't eat it that way. So I make a big bowl for me the way I like it, and a little tiny bowl for him the way he likes it. I'm nice like that. I'd usually say I'm white like that, but I don't wanna offend anyone. I stopped saying "That's very white of you" to people when I said it in Wally World to J one time a little while back. He put his stuff he was s'posed to be paying for on the counter with mine, and I said, "I'm paying for that?" He just smiled, and I said, "That's mighty white of me, an't it!" and I turned my head and there was this black lady..excuse me, African-American lady, standing behind me. It's not offensive, or meant to be an insult or a racial thing or anything, it's just an expression, but she looked at me like she was kinda offended at first. I don't want to offend anyone, or be accused of being un PC. We know how big I am on being totally PC ::snort:: So now, I only say that among friends or family, and not out in public, and since this is, in essence, a public "place", I will just say "I'm nice that like", instead of "I'm white like that". See?

Maybe it was just that lady, and there's nothing wrong or offensive about the expression. I have black friends, and I've said it to them, or in front of them, and they say "That's mighty white of you" to me, so maybe I shouldn't worry about it. I'll have to do an experiment, and go to someplace like the Golden Corral at about 2:00 in the afternoon on a Sunday, right about the time the church down the street gets out, and it's wall to wall with bla...African American families having lunch after church. I'll say it kinda loud and see how many dirty looks I get, if noone seems to mind then I can go back to using the expression whenever I like. That's important, cuz I don't think I can get by if I can't just go about using that expression willy nilly, whenever I like.

Okay, sooo... I don't know how I get off on these little tangents. I just open my mind and let spew whatever flows, and lucky you get to read it. Maybe I'll go back to work now, and hopefully can come back and post more later with something more earth shatteringly interesting than my breakfast choice and my mind spewage. TTFN..

Sunday, December 14, 2003

SHHHH.. Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet...

Hellooooooooooo out there. It was mighty quiet in the Blogosphere yesterday. Not much posting, and I don't know about everyone else, but my hits were pretty low, and they're not much better today. I will probably be pretty scarce for the next day or two, as it's the end of the pay period and I'm .. once again!.. behind in my production. I plan to be working, because I really, really have got to get my 12,000 lines in. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone. I guess everyone else is taking the weekend for a family day or getting ready for Christmas day, because there wasn't much in the way of posting going on anywhere, but it seems to have picked up a tad today. Though, it's stilll kinda sparse, at least on my blogroll.

We had to run to do the grocery thing today, and I managed to spend 160.00 and I don't have any food! I got lots of meat and stuff, hopefully enough to last to the end of the month, and some basics, eggs, bread, etc, but other than that, most of what I got is a basketful of cookie and fudge ingredients. I'm doing chocolate chip, M&M, and oatmeal, raisin, chocolate chip cookies, and fudge.. sometime this week I'll be spending the day baking...mmmmmmmm I can hardly wait. I haven't had a baking day in a long time. J wants me to make some for him to take to school too, so I'll do some double batches.

I also bought the stuff to make a huge pot of chili, because J decided he wanted chili, but since I didn't feel like making it he said he would make it if I told him how. In order for J to make the chili, I needed to buy the regular stuff, hamburg, beans, onions, chili flavor stuff. I also had to buy a few extras. Things you absolutely must have to be able to make chili. He first needed a set of actual measuring spoons. I didn't have any measuring spoons, because I don't measure when I cook. I know I have a set somewhere in the house, I just couldn't tell you for the life of me where they got to, because I don't use them. I just pinch of this, dab of that, pour some of this in, and stuff comes out pretty edible most of the time. If I must measure, I use a regular teaspoon or tablespoon, and be done with it. J must have actual measuring spoons, or he just couldn't manage. Then, he needed to be able to chop onions and peppers and tomatoes up. I have some perfectly good knives, and a handy dandy cutting board, but that wasn't good enough. J doesn't know how to work a knife, and it's soooo tedious, so J needed a little electric chopper thingy. That was about 10 bucks on sale at Albertsons. It works pretty good, but he left the onions in it too long and made onion mush, but they were still edible. I figure it was about a 40.00 pot of chili. That's not too bad! pfffffffffft I guess it's my fault, I coulda made it myself, but I just really didn't feel like it. He had the heat on a bit too high and kinda scorched the bottom of the pan, and it made the chili taste kinda burned, but it was actually pretty good like that. It gave it a smoky flavor. I guess I can't say too much about him buying unnecessary crap, because I bought a new set of measuring cups for myself, because I don't have any of those either, to use for my cookie endeavors. I also bought a new hand mixer, because the one I have is pretty old and I wanted a pretty, shiny new one. What I really want is one of those big ol' honkin' KitchenAid stand mixers. Those are puuurrty. I'd probably only use it three or four times a year, but it would look all nice and sparkly on my counter. That's the important thing!

On the way to the grocery store, we made the mistake of going into Wally World.. OMG! There was wall to wall people, and they weren't the nice, polite, happy-go-lucky kinda people. They were the stressed out, get the phuque outta my way cuz I'm on Christmas shopping mission and I'm NOT in the mood for your shit kinda people. Pushy, irritable, grouchy, cutting in front of you in the aisle, huffing and puffing at you cuz you were in the aisle they needed to be in. That was the kind of heavenly bodies in Wally World today. Me thinks I won't be shopping again until *after* Christmas, unless I absolutely have to. But, I got what I went in there for, and that's all that counts. I guess the good thing about people being irritating, was that I didn't want to stay in there long, so I got my TV cart thingy for my living room TV, and I was outta there! I managed to not buy anything except the one thing I actually went in there for, and I don't think that has *ever* happened before. Miracles never cease!

Anywho.. I'm off to get my butt back to work and try to make a dent in the thousands of lines I need to get done by tomorrow. Think I'm gonna get em all in????? I don't! LOL