I read a couple of new-to-me blogs. One for the first time Pensieve that I just found today while reading this blog, Sayre Smiles, whom I picked up a month or so ago recommended by my very best friend Miss Melanie from Melanie in Orygun.
They suggested doing a post about your favorite quotes whether silly or serious and the like. They don't have to be famous they just have to be your favorites.
Like this one I just heard recently...
"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature." - Abraham Lincoln
It just seems so fitting. With all the mess that is the state of the world today. It makes me kind of hopeful.
and then this...
"To let that which does not matter truly slide"
-Edward Norton, Fight Club
If only I could live by that all the time.
And then not to go thinking I'm all that but I think it's helped me out alot and so being is worthy of posting here.
"For any relationship to work you have to remember to love the broken parts"
-Evil Queen
That said I hope you all have a wonderful day, go post your own quotes for me then come tell me so I can go read them to!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Do you ever wish your child came with a manual?
My kid. She started a fight with her older sister this morning, she argued with me about whether or not she had clean pants ( *I should know as I washed them) she argued with me over whether or not she had clean under wear ( * ) she argued with me till tears were streaming down her face about the skirt she wanted to wear which she can't because she was supposed to have P.E. today, she then really started to ball when I pulled out four different skorts she could choose from to wear instead.
Some days it takes all morning to figure out that your kid needs to stay home. Or at least go in late.
Hysteria is an actual affliction as far as I can tell. I have never really experienced unwarranted hysteria until my youngest came along. I have freaked out don't get me wrong but there was always a reason, albeit an unreasonable reason but at least there was one. She just wigged.
I think when all the fun she was supposed to have all week got packed into yesterday when her Grandmother came for a visit made for one exhausted little girl who can't seem to get it together today.
So I sent her back to bed. She can take a nap and when she wakes up we will start over and try this again. Maybe she can just be late to school
Everyone gets a do-over once in a while.
Some days it takes all morning to figure out that your kid needs to stay home. Or at least go in late.
Hysteria is an actual affliction as far as I can tell. I have never really experienced unwarranted hysteria until my youngest came along. I have freaked out don't get me wrong but there was always a reason, albeit an unreasonable reason but at least there was one. She just wigged.
I think when all the fun she was supposed to have all week got packed into yesterday when her Grandmother came for a visit made for one exhausted little girl who can't seem to get it together today.
So I sent her back to bed. She can take a nap and when she wakes up we will start over and try this again. Maybe she can just be late to school
Everyone gets a do-over once in a while.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
As if God were thumbing his nose at me...
If you can believe it...I woke up to snow...again.
WORST SPRING BREAK EVER!
My mother-in-Law brought down two more bikes to store at my house so that the Man and I can actually ride WITH the girls instead of trying to keep up with them on foot.
But it's as if God or whoever (not that I buy into that exactly) said "Oh no you don't, I said none of that THIS week"
And watch...next week...when the kids go back to school...it'll be fucking beautiful.
Watch.
WORST SPRING BREAK EVER!
My mother-in-Law brought down two more bikes to store at my house so that the Man and I can actually ride WITH the girls instead of trying to keep up with them on foot.
But it's as if God or whoever (not that I buy into that exactly) said "Oh no you don't, I said none of that THIS week"
And watch...next week...when the kids go back to school...it'll be fucking beautiful.
Watch.
*UPDATE*
See, it already started.
See, it already started.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Spring Break at the Astoria Aquatic Center
So Yesterday I took my kids to the Astoria Aquatic Center for some fun since the weather here has been so oober crappy. What my kids really want to do is to go ride there new bicycles, but since we live on a steep ass hill and again the weather we haven't really got much of a chance to do that.
Here's what happened at the Pool. The rules are, for the big monster slide, that the child must know how to swim (because the current at the bottom of the slide is strong) and you must go down alone, no doubling up on riders down the slide.
My darling daughter has been quickly learning how to swim on her own, 'cause she wants to ride on the slide and there are children much smaller that her going on it. I want this too because until she learns to swim I have to be within arms length of her. If she knows how, she can ride the slide...all day...and I...ahhhhhhhh...can sit in the hot tub...where children under 14 are not allowed (yeah!)
Well she finally mastered the art of swimming, I almost cried in the hot tub. I can sit in there and watch her slide down the slide till her hearts content, It just so happens that the little pool that the slide shoots into is right in front of the hot tub so it literally spits her out at my feet.
It was a wonderful time for the most part, not to overly crowded but here's the rant.
Are ya ready? What the holy hell is up with uppity woman? You know the ones. Who curl their hair, spray on masses of amounts of hairspray and perfume, put on their makeup (?) and then go to the pool. They then get into said pool with the 100 or so children in there (uh, it's spring break) and flinch and wince like little prises when the kids splash around them. Better yet, the watch from outside the window ladies, the ones who ignore the sign that says "No street shoes beyond this point" who march right past the sign in their street shoes to go yell at their kids and take pictures while saying "Where's your sister" and then ignoring the answer. This woman was 25 feet from me and I was sitting in a chlorine saturated hot tub and I could smell her perfume.
Now don't get me wrong people, I wear a little makeup from time to time, I own a bottle of perfume or two, I will even purchase hairspray if the occasion arises but why would I waste my time doing all that work to myself just to go splash around in a big pool of makeup remover.
Oh and if you don't already know this let me let you in on a little secret...chlorine and some perfumes have a bad chemical reaction when they come in contact, it makes the perfume smell just like rancid urine, pleasant huh! The ladies that do this to themselves can't smell it, I know they can't 'cause no one would do it twice if they could.
Or the Mom's with the toddlers who read NO SIGNS WHAT SO EVER! They let there small children get into the hot tub that clearly states that it's for health reasons they don't let them in there. They leave their small children alone in the pool attended only by a life vest , they say nothing to their children about rules or behavior and they let the life guards watch their kids for them. They CANNOT understand why A) their toddler cannot wear a life jacket down the 105 foot water slide or B) the child cannot sit on their lap whilst they slide down the slide together. They don't even say anything to them when they run on the wet concrete pool side endangering themselves and anyone close to them ( pst hey, if your kid bleeds we all go home!)
So I ask, Are Mom's (some not all don't shoot me) just to shy to say anything to their own kids in front of strangers? Do they think that life guards are really just babysitters? 'cause I would hate to see some kid drowned because the guards are watching a toddler float around in a life jacket alone. Or do they think that it's not their job or responsibility to inform their kids about rules a public safety? To let them know they are not the only people around, that sometimes they must think of others as well? I don't know, it's things I think about. I tell my kids these things all the time. Whenever where ever, if I think they need to know I tell them. I don't expect/wait for some stranger to do it for me.
Anyway, that said...how was your friday?
Anyone else have a week from hell disguised as Spring Break?
Here's what happened at the Pool. The rules are, for the big monster slide, that the child must know how to swim (because the current at the bottom of the slide is strong) and you must go down alone, no doubling up on riders down the slide.
My darling daughter has been quickly learning how to swim on her own, 'cause she wants to ride on the slide and there are children much smaller that her going on it. I want this too because until she learns to swim I have to be within arms length of her. If she knows how, she can ride the slide...all day...and I...ahhhhhhhh...can sit in the hot tub...where children under 14 are not allowed (yeah!)
Well she finally mastered the art of swimming, I almost cried in the hot tub. I can sit in there and watch her slide down the slide till her hearts content, It just so happens that the little pool that the slide shoots into is right in front of the hot tub so it literally spits her out at my feet.
It was a wonderful time for the most part, not to overly crowded but here's the rant.
Are ya ready? What the holy hell is up with uppity woman? You know the ones. Who curl their hair, spray on masses of amounts of hairspray and perfume, put on their makeup (?) and then go to the pool. They then get into said pool with the 100 or so children in there (uh, it's spring break) and flinch and wince like little prises when the kids splash around them. Better yet, the watch from outside the window ladies, the ones who ignore the sign that says "No street shoes beyond this point" who march right past the sign in their street shoes to go yell at their kids and take pictures while saying "Where's your sister" and then ignoring the answer. This woman was 25 feet from me and I was sitting in a chlorine saturated hot tub and I could smell her perfume.
Now don't get me wrong people, I wear a little makeup from time to time, I own a bottle of perfume or two, I will even purchase hairspray if the occasion arises but why would I waste my time doing all that work to myself just to go splash around in a big pool of makeup remover.
Oh and if you don't already know this let me let you in on a little secret...chlorine and some perfumes have a bad chemical reaction when they come in contact, it makes the perfume smell just like rancid urine, pleasant huh! The ladies that do this to themselves can't smell it, I know they can't 'cause no one would do it twice if they could.
Or the Mom's with the toddlers who read NO SIGNS WHAT SO EVER! They let there small children get into the hot tub that clearly states that it's for health reasons they don't let them in there. They leave their small children alone in the pool attended only by a life vest , they say nothing to their children about rules or behavior and they let the life guards watch their kids for them. They CANNOT understand why A) their toddler cannot wear a life jacket down the 105 foot water slide or B) the child cannot sit on their lap whilst they slide down the slide together. They don't even say anything to them when they run on the wet concrete pool side endangering themselves and anyone close to them ( pst hey, if your kid bleeds we all go home!)
So I ask, Are Mom's (some not all don't shoot me) just to shy to say anything to their own kids in front of strangers? Do they think that life guards are really just babysitters? 'cause I would hate to see some kid drowned because the guards are watching a toddler float around in a life jacket alone. Or do they think that it's not their job or responsibility to inform their kids about rules a public safety? To let them know they are not the only people around, that sometimes they must think of others as well? I don't know, it's things I think about. I tell my kids these things all the time. Whenever where ever, if I think they need to know I tell them. I don't expect/wait for some stranger to do it for me.
Anyway, that said...how was your friday?
Anyone else have a week from hell disguised as Spring Break?
Friday, March 28, 2008
Friday Morning Nature Blogging
So I think every Friday I will post a nature picture, maybe something I took.
See, I really would love to have a photographers eye, I like to fancy I do but I don't.
Like how I will look at something and then takes it's picture thinking "Ooooo that'll be all artsy fartsy" then it just turns out fartsy.
However, sometimes I get it right. Like this picture I took looking up through the cherry tree in my back yard.
See, I really would love to have a photographers eye, I like to fancy I do but I don't.
Like how I will look at something and then takes it's picture thinking "Ooooo that'll be all artsy fartsy" then it just turns out fartsy.
However, sometimes I get it right. Like this picture I took looking up through the cherry tree in my back yard.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
So the snow got worse...
That is one big snow ball...she thinks it's a snow cone...they both wanted to add sugar and vanilla and make ice cream...yeah right!
and just to put it into perspective...this is what is usually looks like...
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
What the holy hell?
Who ever made up this spring break thing was an idiot. AND who ever it was that decided to bring on the rain whilst my children are home on that said break is a Fucking Asshole and is directly to blame for my mad spiral into insanity.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you for your time.
*UPDATE 1:27 P.M.*
Slush just started to fall from the sky, NOT SNOW BUT SLUSH!
Slush just started to fall from the sky, NOT SNOW BUT SLUSH!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
let me show you mah new hairz
You know...it's not really new hair so much as lazy/not enough time/not enough money/to many people who seem to care to much about the length of my hair. But I decided that I don't give myself very much and I think my hair should be my choice. So here it is....
Monday, March 24, 2008
Storm Art
My wonderful man took this picture somewhere in Aberdeen Wa. I think. This is what the area looks like still after the big storm we had back in December, quite beautiful though.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
To Rosebud on her 14th Birthday
I remember a time when there was only a Rosebud. When you were the only little girl in my world.
At this very moment 14 years ago I was, along with your father, pacing the floor waiting for your arrival.
Later,
sitting in my little apartment in South East Portland your Mother and I were singing a little, no song just humming. I sang a note, your mother sang in with the harmony and out of no where you chimed in with the third part to the harmony, totally blew me away.
Then farther along, sometime around your first birthday your Mother and Grandmother were throwing a glass party and I showed up late. I quickly made my way to where you sat in your grandmother's lap and made myself comfortable on the floor next to the two of you when you leaned as far toward me as you could, reached for me and then climbed into my lap where you sat for the rest of the party, pointing out objects and making sure I was paying attention to you while now and then patting your Grandmother's arm as if to let her know that you still loved her even though you had chosen my lap over hers.
And now you are a tall, strong, beautiful young lady and I love you ever so much and wish you the Happiest of Birthday's ever
Love Auntie Evil.
At this very moment 14 years ago I was, along with your father, pacing the floor waiting for your arrival.
Later,
sitting in my little apartment in South East Portland your Mother and I were singing a little, no song just humming. I sang a note, your mother sang in with the harmony and out of no where you chimed in with the third part to the harmony, totally blew me away.
Then farther along, sometime around your first birthday your Mother and Grandmother were throwing a glass party and I showed up late. I quickly made my way to where you sat in your grandmother's lap and made myself comfortable on the floor next to the two of you when you leaned as far toward me as you could, reached for me and then climbed into my lap where you sat for the rest of the party, pointing out objects and making sure I was paying attention to you while now and then patting your Grandmother's arm as if to let her know that you still loved her even though you had chosen my lap over hers.
And now you are a tall, strong, beautiful young lady and I love you ever so much and wish you the Happiest of Birthday's ever
Love Auntie Evil.
Friday, March 21, 2008
uhggghhh...
You ever have one of those days (or two) that you just can't seem to get it together and be nice? I know a few of my readers are like this.
I'm usually pretty good natured right from the start in the morning, now that's not to say that I'm all "yippee skippy chippy" or anything but I'm also not a grouch; I can even manage to be sweet natured in the morning.
However about every three months or so (startin' to think it's got somethin' to do with season changes) I get in a little bit of a funk. I need a little tolerance. I am not a super bitch from hell or anything but I pretty much loose my sense of humor and I might be a tad sensitive but over the years I have come to terms with this trait in myself and I try very hard when I'm feeling this way not to take it out on other people because in reality there is no real reason that I can pinpoint for this (A tiny spider just dropped down in front of me and seems to be reading my blog) other than it seems to coincide with the seasons changing .
So, here's my point. My wonderful Man, (he's still there! the tiny spider!) the one that takes care of me and pays all the bills can be a real...lets call it a bear (the spider just realized I was sitting here and is now climbing back up it's web) and I am...well... a master at tolerating this and not causing a fight or get offended over anything he says (OKAY! now he's on the desk...time to die) but then I have these little funks and it gets really hard to do. He even said "most of the time your so sweet and today and yesterday your well...not. (SQUISH! he's dead.)
Why can't a girl get a little slack, huh? why can't a girl have two days maybe three to not be the sweetest wife and Mom in the world? at 5 a.m.? everyday except Sunday? I mean I am the EVIL QUEEN! damn it.
Today all I want to do is sleep, I felt this way yesterday too. I didn't. I got out of the house. I saw a friend, we walked downtown, we had coffee, today we discovered that my favorite coffee house has an upstairs where we can go sit and people watch. Didn't know that was there. Totally awesome!
So, you see it's not as if I've been shut up in my house crying into my coffee. I'm fightin' off whatever demon this is tryin' to jump on my back and chew on my neck and if it's not to much to ask I'd like ya ta ease up offa me 'bout it. k? thnx bye
I'm usually pretty good natured right from the start in the morning, now that's not to say that I'm all "yippee skippy chippy" or anything but I'm also not a grouch; I can even manage to be sweet natured in the morning.
However about every three months or so (startin' to think it's got somethin' to do with season changes) I get in a little bit of a funk. I need a little tolerance. I am not a super bitch from hell or anything but I pretty much loose my sense of humor and I might be a tad sensitive but over the years I have come to terms with this trait in myself and I try very hard when I'm feeling this way not to take it out on other people because in reality there is no real reason that I can pinpoint for this (A tiny spider just dropped down in front of me and seems to be reading my blog) other than it seems to coincide with the seasons changing .
So, here's my point. My wonderful Man, (he's still there! the tiny spider!) the one that takes care of me and pays all the bills can be a real...lets call it a bear (the spider just realized I was sitting here and is now climbing back up it's web) and I am...well... a master at tolerating this and not causing a fight or get offended over anything he says (OKAY! now he's on the desk...time to die) but then I have these little funks and it gets really hard to do. He even said "most of the time your so sweet and today and yesterday your well...not. (SQUISH! he's dead.)
Why can't a girl get a little slack, huh? why can't a girl have two days maybe three to not be the sweetest wife and Mom in the world? at 5 a.m.? everyday except Sunday? I mean I am the EVIL QUEEN! damn it.
Today all I want to do is sleep, I felt this way yesterday too. I didn't. I got out of the house. I saw a friend, we walked downtown, we had coffee, today we discovered that my favorite coffee house has an upstairs where we can go sit and people watch. Didn't know that was there. Totally awesome!
So, you see it's not as if I've been shut up in my house crying into my coffee. I'm fightin' off whatever demon this is tryin' to jump on my back and chew on my neck and if it's not to much to ask I'd like ya ta ease up offa me 'bout it. k? thnx bye
Thursday, March 20, 2008
This just left the house...
And she was dressed like a little lady in clothes she picked out herself, with her hair quite sophisticated looking that she did all by herself, with her danglely earrings that she didn't need help putting on.She's not my little baby any more.
She's a very small lady kid.
And she is so beautiful she takes my breath away.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Good Lord...
Look what I found whilst cleaning out one of only two closets in the house.....
HOLY SHIT! That's some poke your eye right the fuck out crispy hair right there folks.
Don't judge me, we were young and it's was the 90's. The whole thing is funny to me, the us in the glass, the rose the hair the cheesyness of it all.
HOLY SHIT! That's some poke your eye right the fuck out crispy hair right there folks.
Don't judge me, we were young and it's was the 90's. The whole thing is funny to me, the us in the glass, the rose the hair the cheesyness of it all.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Happy Birthday to My Mother-in-Law
Honestly no girl could be luckier than I to have a woman this cool for a Mother-in-Law, I mean on average how many woman can say "I have a wonderful relationship with my Husband's Mother" I mean really? Well I can and I do.
I Love you Bonnie, Happy Birthday!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
What the hell...Here it is...me 1st thing in the Morning.
Because I'm crazy I'm gonna go ahead and post this pic
Here are the other Blogs I know of that posted pic as well
sweetney
cami kaos
Evil Queen
okay and I'm a tard and those are the only ones I know of. And no one laughs at the Medusa hair!
snipets of conversation...
him - "how did you know my feet hurt so bad?"
me - shrug
him - "I could laugh all the way to hell if you were rubbing my feet"
me - "we might end there together, you never know"
him - "are you kidding? if we were going to hell I would have made sure we had something to
show for it...I'm not that stupid."
me - shrug
him - "I could laugh all the way to hell if you were rubbing my feet"
me - "we might end there together, you never know"
him - "are you kidding? if we were going to hell I would have made sure we had something to
show for it...I'm not that stupid."
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Make St. Patrick's day an official Holiday.
O'kay so Guinness needs one million signatures by midnight on March 16th to bring this before congress so go here and sign the petition, their already up to or rather only up to like 227,000 or something.
Make St. Patrick's day an official Holiday people!!!
*UPDATE Saturday, March 15 12:50 p.m.*
They now have over 2 MILLION signatures and they still have more than 24 hours left. YEAH!!
*UPDATE Saturday, March 15 12:50 p.m.*
They now have over 2 MILLION signatures and they still have more than 24 hours left. YEAH!!
Here I sit broken hearted...
I was trying to relax (read blogs) when the fighting started.
Cup o' Joe in one hand, mouse in the other,
Somedays I think why did I want to be a Mother?
"SHUT UP" she screamed,
"IDIOT" she cried.
Would it be so horrible if I pretend that I've died?
And What Melodious words I do hear?
Like beautiful poetry to a Mother's ear?
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, YOUR SO STUPID"
"SHUT UP I SAID YOU STUPID POOP-HEAD"
It makes a Mother's heart swell with such pride, to hear her young daughters sweetly confide;
"YOUR THE WORST SISTER IN THE WORLD, YOU HURT ME INSIDE."
"YEAH, WELL I HATE YOU, I'M GLAD THAT YOU CRIED."
If I didn't have dishes from a week ago, I'd run away to Mexico.
Cup o' Joe in one hand, mouse in the other,
Somedays I think why did I want to be a Mother?
"SHUT UP" she screamed,
"IDIOT" she cried.
Would it be so horrible if I pretend that I've died?
And What Melodious words I do hear?
Like beautiful poetry to a Mother's ear?
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, YOUR SO STUPID"
"SHUT UP I SAID YOU STUPID POOP-HEAD"
It makes a Mother's heart swell with such pride, to hear her young daughters sweetly confide;
"YOUR THE WORST SISTER IN THE WORLD, YOU HURT ME INSIDE."
"YEAH, WELL I HATE YOU, I'M GLAD THAT YOU CRIED."
If I didn't have dishes from a week ago, I'd run away to Mexico.
Would it be child abuse if...
I wrapped duct tape all the way around their heads so that it covers up their stink mouths and their hair? I mean it's not as if they couldn't get it off. I didn't say anything about their hands, they could get it off if they wanted to, they just wouldn't want to 'cause it would hurt (heh)
My children are out of school today, Parent/Teacher conferences. Mine are over the phone. Thing is they only have them scheduled for Thursday but the kids have Thurs/Fri off and to this I say WTFBBQ I think if they're not going to use both days for conferences that they should not have two days for it. I mean it's not like this school ( my cousin is a school teacher so I have to be carefull ) has a shortage of days off or anything. They have at LEAST two days off a month every month save June which only consists of two weeks. They just couldn't justify squeezing in days off when there are only ten or so.
Plus! they get out an hour early every Thursday so the teacher's can...well...I'm not sure exactly. Grade papers, get caught up, better assess their student needs is what I think they said. But they also scheduled conferences for two days and are only using one so I don't know what to believe.
Anyway, All this means is that I have to deal with two small girls who seems to hate each other most of the time. Hopefully someday they will love each other and stop making want to duct tape them together for my own sanity.
My children are out of school today, Parent/Teacher conferences. Mine are over the phone. Thing is they only have them scheduled for Thursday but the kids have Thurs/Fri off and to this I say WTFBBQ I think if they're not going to use both days for conferences that they should not have two days for it. I mean it's not like this school ( my cousin is a school teacher so I have to be carefull ) has a shortage of days off or anything. They have at LEAST two days off a month every month save June which only consists of two weeks. They just couldn't justify squeezing in days off when there are only ten or so.
Plus! they get out an hour early every Thursday so the teacher's can...well...I'm not sure exactly. Grade papers, get caught up, better assess their student needs is what I think they said. But they also scheduled conferences for two days and are only using one so I don't know what to believe.
Anyway, All this means is that I have to deal with two small girls who seems to hate each other most of the time. Hopefully someday they will love each other and stop making want to duct tape them together for my own sanity.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Arcata Eye, a must read...here are some examples
• Saturday, February 9 8:22 p.m. It could be called aggressive panhandling, standing at Samoa Boulevard and G Street and trying to stop traffic to ask drivers for money. It could also be called bumper pool.
4:30 p.m. Two boys opened the door to the porta-potty at the skate park and threw in lit matches.
7:43 a.m. A car was broken into on Iverson Avenue and subjected to severe rummaging. And yet, nothing was taken.
8:01 a.m. The same thing happened on Villa Way, with valuable items fondled but not taken.
9:26 a.m. A red mountain bike was stuffed into a porta-potty at the Community Center, presumably for entertainment purposes.
10:38 a.m. Over to Daniels Street, where a car in a driveway was rummage-rifled and nothing taken.
11:27 a.m. Another car, this one inside an open garage on Daniels Street, was gutted of goodies.
11:51 a.m. Another bonus bag o’ cannabis “stems and unusable” was found at a Uniontown shopping center.
5:05 a.m. A man was reported trying to light a Plaza building on fire, and police raced to the scene. What they found was a guy on the southeast corner of the Plaza trying to kill a spider on the wall.
8:06 a.m. An Alliance Road youth refused to get outta bed and go to school. Police intervention was somehow averted.
• Valentine’s Day 1:25 a.m. A woman walking to work in the 900 block of G Street said she had been subjected to racial slurs. The alleged slurrer denied it, but lashed the police officer with verbal abuse as he walked away.
It never ceases to amaze me the comedy that seems to ensue daily in Arcata California.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Dear Sweetney,
Where have you gone to? You are one of my top 5 favs!!! (psst top 5 not listed in any order) When I click on your link now it does this go here and I am SO BUMMED OUT ABOUT IT! WTFBBQ over.
And I'm not all web geeky like all the rest ( most of the rest) of you are and I haven't the first clue how to go about finding you again. I know that you have or had another web site out there but I can't for the life of me remember what it was.
Well, I guess my next stop is dooce I know the two of you are buds and while I know I haven't the snowballs chance in hell of asking her where for art thou is my Sweetney I can only hope that from her I will find a clue to your whereabouts.
Thank You for your time,
Sincerely,
Evil.
*Update*
So for whatever reason my template decided to drop the www from my sweetney link making it impossible for me to get into the site. Not sure why it did that (thanks Mel, I wouldn't have thought to look there for a long time) wasn't even messing with that link or anything near it for that matter, oh well it's fixed now celebrity none the wiser.
And I'm not all web geeky like all the rest ( most of the rest) of you are and I haven't the first clue how to go about finding you again. I know that you have or had another web site out there but I can't for the life of me remember what it was.
Well, I guess my next stop is dooce I know the two of you are buds and while I know I haven't the snowballs chance in hell of asking her where for art thou is my Sweetney I can only hope that from her I will find a clue to your whereabouts.
Thank You for your time,
Sincerely,
Evil.
*Update*
So for whatever reason my template decided to drop the www from my sweetney link making it impossible for me to get into the site. Not sure why it did that (thanks Mel, I wouldn't have thought to look there for a long time) wasn't even messing with that link or anything near it for that matter, oh well it's fixed now celebrity none the wiser.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Once upon a time I had a life all of my own...
It was completely separate from all that I know and love today. I had a one bedroom apartment and a stereo, no t.v. no car and a cat. I worked full time, had no boyfriend to speak of but I had friends.
I had friends all over the place, I had a friend with her man and her new baby across town, I had a "friend" from work who lived across the river from me (wink) I had a girlfriend across that same river that I had alot of fun with, I had several friends incarcerated that I was writing letters back and forth to.
Which brings me to todays post. When I was twenty-one I had my pictures taken at Glamour Shots. Does anyone remember that mall based franchise? Go in get glammed, get snapped, pay alot. Well I did it. But I'm glad I did it cause this is what I have to show for it.
Nice no? I thought so at the time, and now that I am 13 years older I'm glad I have this to look upon and think I WAS hot! yeah! anyway...When I had this done I sent a pic to my incarcerated friend.
I then discovered that when people get locked up they get bored, have a lot of time on their hands and they find they have talent they didn't know they had...for instance art. This becomes something of value, not everyone can draw; no matter how much time on their hands.
So my then friend had this done, or someone did this for him I don't know but he sent it to me...
Not bad I say for a novice in jail. In my humble opinion that is. It's not perfect but it's good.
I was going through some things looking for a certain picture that is not this one and I happened to stumble on this, a flood of old memories came back to me. It thumped me on the head so to speak. Now that I'm a wife and mother stepping back into my "Single girl in the city" persona was to say the least melancholy.
Aww to be young and Twenty-one again. If I only that girl in the picture up there knew then what I know now...
I had friends all over the place, I had a friend with her man and her new baby across town, I had a "friend" from work who lived across the river from me (wink) I had a girlfriend across that same river that I had alot of fun with, I had several friends incarcerated that I was writing letters back and forth to.
Which brings me to todays post. When I was twenty-one I had my pictures taken at Glamour Shots. Does anyone remember that mall based franchise? Go in get glammed, get snapped, pay alot. Well I did it. But I'm glad I did it cause this is what I have to show for it.
Nice no? I thought so at the time, and now that I am 13 years older I'm glad I have this to look upon and think I WAS hot! yeah! anyway...When I had this done I sent a pic to my incarcerated friend.
I then discovered that when people get locked up they get bored, have a lot of time on their hands and they find they have talent they didn't know they had...for instance art. This becomes something of value, not everyone can draw; no matter how much time on their hands.
So my then friend had this done, or someone did this for him I don't know but he sent it to me...
Not bad I say for a novice in jail. In my humble opinion that is. It's not perfect but it's good.
I was going through some things looking for a certain picture that is not this one and I happened to stumble on this, a flood of old memories came back to me. It thumped me on the head so to speak. Now that I'm a wife and mother stepping back into my "Single girl in the city" persona was to say the least melancholy.
Aww to be young and Twenty-one again. If I only that girl in the picture up there knew then what I know now...
Thursday, March 06, 2008
So close, so very very close
I was almost free, free to clean the house with the radio up to loud. Free to sing in my terrible voice with the to much enthusiasm of a woman alone in her own home. Free. But no, my youngest daughter was OUT THE DOOR PEOPLE...she was out the door (out) but then 2 minutes later she walked back in the door much to my horror and bewilderment.
Momma, I was half way up the hill when I almost threw up, I had hold it back and run home.
awwwwww. She hasn't thrown up yet, she's not running a fever not coughing or plegmy or ANTHING!!??! she does however have a canker sore that maybe the cause of it, it's on the heal but Web M.D. says this might be a side effect. She's currently watching fairly odd parents from her bed damn it.
Speaking of kids cartoons and completely off the subject, has anyone noticed that Jennifer Lopez named her newborn twins after the brats on PBS's Dragon Tails? I'm sorry to be like this but...how how ugh.
When she finally comes down off the prego chemicals she's gonna feel silly. And later when her brats figure it out, oh what fun. Maybe they'll be doing some big stupid cheesy reality show by then and we'll all get to see it HA!. It would serve her right.
Anyway, I want to ask anyone who reads this (snort) to give your advice on canker sores if you have had any or know anything on the subject and aren't ashamed to say so, ever have them when you were a kid? what method did you use to get rid of it? did your mom have some miracle cure? did you? Tell me people I never had them as a kid so I'm trying my internet methods which were few.
Then go, out into the world and have a canker sore free day.
Thank You.
Momma, I was half way up the hill when I almost threw up, I had hold it back and run home.
awwwwww. She hasn't thrown up yet, she's not running a fever not coughing or plegmy or ANTHING!!??! she does however have a canker sore that maybe the cause of it, it's on the heal but Web M.D. says this might be a side effect. She's currently watching fairly odd parents from her bed damn it.
Speaking of kids cartoons and completely off the subject, has anyone noticed that Jennifer Lopez named her newborn twins after the brats on PBS's Dragon Tails? I'm sorry to be like this but...how how ugh.
When she finally comes down off the prego chemicals she's gonna feel silly. And later when her brats figure it out, oh what fun. Maybe they'll be doing some big stupid cheesy reality show by then and we'll all get to see it HA!. It would serve her right.
Anyway, I want to ask anyone who reads this (snort) to give your advice on canker sores if you have had any or know anything on the subject and aren't ashamed to say so, ever have them when you were a kid? what method did you use to get rid of it? did your mom have some miracle cure? did you? Tell me people I never had them as a kid so I'm trying my internet methods which were few.
Then go, out into the world and have a canker sore free day.
Thank You.
Monday, March 03, 2008
FUCK!!!!!!
Husband depressed stop.
Quit smoking in August (Yeah!) stop.
Gained 20lbs since then (damn!) stop.
Have only one pair of jeans that fit and no $ stop.
House a mess stop.
What the hell happened stop.
Quit smoking in August (Yeah!) stop.
Gained 20lbs since then (damn!) stop.
Have only one pair of jeans that fit and no $ stop.
House a mess stop.
What the hell happened stop.
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