I'm a little under the weather today...

So I'm gonna cheat...here's a one of those effing quiz's; Caio babies!

Which Greek god/goddess are you? Demeter You are Demeter! Demeter was the Goddess of Agriculture, Her daughter was taken by Hades, the God of the Underworld to become Queen of the Underworld. She was devastated and the world went into a state of perpetual Winter. She bargained with Hades that she could see her daughter half of every year, the Spring and Summer, which bloomed with flowers and returned to it's regular state while Fall and Winter stayed barren.

Compromise

COMPROMISE:

~ A Settlement of differences reached by mutual concessions ~

Her ~ I'm gonna wear a skirt today OK?

Me ~ You can't wear a skirt today, you have p.e. but you can wear a skort.

Her ~ But last week we had p.e. so this week we have music.

Me ~ No that's thursdays.

Her ~ What's today?

Me ~ Today is Wednesday.

Her ~ oh.

Me ~ You have five skorts, pick one.

Her ~ but...

Me ~ Listen...I could be a hard ass and demand that you wear jeans today as it's cold and wet AND you have p.e. but I'm going to compromise. That means we both want something different, you want to wear a skirt and I want you to wear jeans but we compromise with the skort. Underneath it's shorts but on the outside it looks like a skirt...we both kinda get what we want, get it?

Her ~ Yeah...Mom?

Me ~ Yes?

Her ~ Can I just wear jeans?

I love the 90's

This is Veruca Salt my favorite 90's girl band...well one of them.

This is why I live here...

Okay this being my third post for the day I can safely get away with not posting tomorrow (yeah right) and take a break for the day...but I just had to post this one.

On my way over to have coffee with my girlfriend Marie this stepped out in front of my truck and I just happened to have my camera in the seat next to me...


Since I had to stop for her to cross the street I figured I'd take the opportunity to take her picture.

And show you the view from Marie's house while I'm at it.


Now I'm gonna go ahead and shut right up...thank you for your time.

Fun Monday

That's right folks......take it in.

That right there was my first love. My Daddy bought me that very record....it was vinyl...that's right.

It was my first album. It was also 1978 and I was...young. I actually imagined he was singing to me. Ahh the mentality of a...young girl.

I did the little girl thing and I wrote my name using Gibb as my last name instead of my own, I listened to his record until I wore it out, I told my Dad I was going to Marry him when I grew up. He promptly informed me of the age difference between us. I cared not, I was to young to understand what inappropriate was.

In 1988 when he died of heart problems I was very sad, although my crush had moved on to Johnny Depp by that point the little girl in me cried for her once heart throb.

If you asked me now I'd still say Johnny Depp, but he wasn't first.

Early Morning in Astoria...

It's nice to wake up and see this kinda thing....




Living this close to the river and the shipping lanes I get the treat of seeing this kind of thing all the time.
However it can tend to be hard to sleep if the fog rolls in and the ships have to pass under the bridge in the middle of the night. Ship horns are loud, especially when your only 4 blocks from them.
Now if only I had a better camera I'd have been able to get the the most awesome shot of it in the dark.
Alas this was the best I could do. BUT! I will some day in the near future may be have a better one and will be able to astound you all with my fo-to skillzzz.

Once I was a Hippie chick...

Now, don't let that scare you off. I've changed.

And I was what you would call a bathing Hippie. I have a hygiene product addiction. I have been told "One woman does not need 5 different soaps to wash one body" I disagree.

What this did was, allow people to experience Patchouli oil the way it was intended, as a perfume and not an alternative to soap. I've actually had Patchouli haters say "what are you wearing it's wonderful?" HA! it's Pathchouli, I digress.

Once I was a very outspoken, colorful individual. I dyed my waist length hair so vivid red that I once stopped traffic...in Portland...near Lloyd Center. I dressed like a belly dancer, super short shirts and ankle length gauze skirts tied low on my hips, the better to show off my crescent moon tattoo on my left hip. I'd wear lots of tinkly bells around my ankles and wrists with no shoes unless I absolutely had to.

I smoked...whatever I wanted...drank whatever I wanted...pretty much where ever I wanted . It was the 90's and a new-age hippie had emerged. We listened to the DOORS but also Nirvana. We were not scared of water and soap, the better to get close enough for people to hear you talk about peace and love and a future where my friends and I could live on one big piece of land and live off it together.

We even had a fund going for a while, and weekly meetings to discuss what to do and where to do it.

Some where it turned into just a reason to drink beer.

Some place I laid down my bells and never picked them up again.

Some time I cut off all my hair and let the natural color re-emerge.

Some how I forgot that I was a sight to behold and I stopped expecting others to be awed by my presence.

Maybe I forgot, maybe I grew up, maybe my children became more important than all of that.

Maybe I didn't really lose something important to me, maybe I just put it away.

And that's okay because who I was made me who I am today and I think that person is alright.

Friday Morning Nature Blogging

This is Brietenbush Hot Springs. It happens to be one of the tubs that the natural hot spring runs into. Here there are no phones allowed, no computers, t.v.'s, nothing electronic. Maybe lights...I think they have electric light but with a fireplace in almost every living area I probably wouldn't use it.
I could really use a weekend here without my kids.

Well...

Fun Monday turned into we've already seen that Tuesday and then where'd she go Wednesday and now it's Thursday and Monday's post is still up.

So I've been lazy. And I have no excuse.

I have however been spending alot of time at the pool with my kids, I can't rave enough about the Astoria Aquatic Center. If your ever in Astoria on Vacation you must go there. You don't have to be a resident to get in and it's only $4.50 a person. Hell that's cheaper than a movie.

Also if you are here, you must go to the Fort George Brewery my new favorite place to go (psst, hey, $3.50 a pint!). My neighbor's are the owner operator's. They make their own beer and sausage's and I must say the best ever!.

Okay I'm gonna call this my Thursday morning plug.

So...Come....Vacation in Fair Astoria, Good beer, Good food, wonderful music and theatre, and lots to do in the day time too.

Fun Monday

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!

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.

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.

*UPDATE*
See, it already started.

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?

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.

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...

Spring Break Snow in Astoria

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.

*UPDATE 1:27 P.M.*
Slush just started to fall from the sky, NOT SNOW BUT SLUSH!

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....

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

It's St. Patrick's Day...

It is also my cat's 2nd birthday,

Happy Birthday Prince Tybalt.

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."

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!!

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.

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.

Oh the joy, the rapture...

The wonderousness that is the C.C. Filson Co. where I found this.




Nuff' said.

Bleh!

Running away to Mexico sounds so good right now.

I AM a bad ass...that's right kiddies TAKE THAT!

22

Understating the obvious...

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.

11:57 p.m. There was no one home in the 1500 block of Beverly Drive, and any effect of the officer’s business card may have had on the endlessly barking dog was not measurable by current scientific instrumentation.

4:30 p.m. Two boys opened the door to the porta-potty at the skate park and threw in lit matches.

5:55 p.m. A customer came out of a Westwood Center shop to find that someone had locked their bicycle to hers.

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.

9:55 a.m. The windows on a shovel loader were painted over on Fifth Street. This occurred two months previous, but the victim reported it just now because of the news stories about APD catching all the vandalism suspects lately. Maybe...?

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.

4:12 p.m. The first political sign of election year was stolen from a front yard on California Avenue. Aw geez, here we go.

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.

10:45 a.m. And our lives just wouldn’t be complete without the streetcorner traveler yelling obscenities on the Plaza, turning the leisurely croissant noshing at a nearby bistro into a thing of horror.

• 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.

8:01 a.m. Someone parked a car in the intersection of 27th Street and Alliance Road and walked away. Police pushed it to the side of the road.

It never ceases to amaze me the comedy that seems to ensue daily in Arcata California.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Its sunny and warm here today in fair Astoria.

Two days in a row now! And to think just two hours ago it was crappy and the sidewalk was wet with what I will assume was rain though I didn't actually see it happen so I can't be sure.

Things have returned back to semi-normal since The Evil King lost his Dear Father. However he hasn't fully grieved what with all the family business that takes place when a family member passes. He is the soul provider for this family and while on the one hand I feel slightly guilty for that, it also maybe whats keeping him from falling completely apart.

You see, I have a morbid sense of death. I don't grieve long and usually the grieving is about how bad those around me feel. I feel sadder for them than over the loss of the dead and the pain I feel is for them. Death is just a start to something new and better and usually an end to something painful or some kind of suffering.

So, heartlessly I forget about the sadness and move on with the living I've been left here to do, because after all what can one do but continue on living? But I forget that others around me are not as good at letting go as I am, how do I help him process his grief? Will it process itself? Like they say, it will just hit you at some point, you'll be driving or online at the grocery store and there it will manifest itself, the grief. The pain of your emotional self finally getting the message, the last one figuratively to get the proverbial phone call.

So I listen, whenever the mood strikes him to tell me...anything, I just listen. I tell him I love him and how he's my favorite boy in the whole world. How I'm so lucky to be loved by him so much and all that that implies. So here's to tomorrow being another sunny day and the pain being a little further away than today.

In mourning at the house of Evil...

I had no time to stop for Death...and so it kindly stopped for me.

So yesterday,

My Rock-n-Roll fish truck driver and my two little evil princesses took our selves to Fort Stevens State Park, 'cause they have the awesomest family bike trails in the great N.W. The man and I however do not have bicycles yet, I tried to borrow some from my Mother-in-law who has well alot, but she said "no, let me have them spiffed up first" and I was thinking no problem 'cause my youngest still needs to get the hang of riding a bike.

Well, she's got the hang of it, and it only took her one try! stinking little muffin head. So anyway the four of us went for a walk/ride, the two girls riding there bikes and the two of us walking. It was SO beautiful out there oh my flip. That last bad storm we had that knocked out Astoria for four days pretty much ripped anything that wasn't firmly rooted right out of the ground but they've been cleaning it up and the beauty that the storm left behind makes it worth being without heat and power for so long.

The path was being taken back by the forest by the moss, bright spring green moss. The willow trees are starting to come out and they are right at that stage where their so small and soft. I had to take a wisp of it. The whole place looks like the kind of area that might be inhabited by fairies or some such thing. Every now and then the dog will take after some unseen thing and It makes me wonder what color that fairy was.

And my daughters, who whip the trail and back again on their bikes, riding over far more terrain on our adventure then I or my man are covering on foot. My youngest gets to the little foot bridge that crosses over the big stream and up to the middle we walk, then she gets on her tiny little pink schwinn stardust with the frilly tassles hangin' off the handle bars (can you see it?) and we tell her now make sure to use the brakes so you don't go to fast. Down the hill she goes and she's peddling and peddling and her Dad yells "USE YOUR BRAKES!" and she peddles still.

We get down to the bottom (after I fainted and Alex hauled my ass off the pavement) and ask her "didn't you hear me tell you to use your brakes?" and she says "YA but I didn't want to, I wanted to go faster!" all this with a HUGE grin on her face. That's right scare the Momma, whatever.

Oh funny thing happened on our little walk, this group of mountain bikers ride by us with there dog who looks to be some sort of herd dog and right before it barks and takes a nip at my dog who doesn't act that way one of the guys shouts "it's okay, he's nice" Now whats funny about these people is their all mountain bike geared up, with the fancy spandex outfits and their weird looking aero-dynamic racing style helmets. It looks like some snotty imported "local" had brought some of his even snottier out of towners to do "some serious bike riding dudes" only to find parents walking their little blond girls on pink stardust schwinn's.

They were not amused, I however thought it was damned funny.
served him right his dog made a liar out of him. And by the way mister!! that was NOT the off leash area, have some respect Man. BE NICE OR LEAVE!.

Snipity snip Prince Tybalt

So today is the day that my little kitten who has gone from this.....

To a 13 pound monster who stinks and chases his mother around like she is his would be suitor.

Cats are disgusting, they will try to procreate with there own Mother's. It's very Oedipus, all sick and twisted and shit and I thought humans were bad.

However, my monster cat is very particular about his schedule these days. See I get up at 4:45 a.m. everyday except Sunday with my Man to help get him off to work smoothly. When I appear on the stair case (and this doesn't happen with any other family member) my dog starts doing the happy dance, he lays his ears back and he lays on his Lab eyes feature and starts to thump his tail, not wagging you see but thumping...he bangs his tail on the floor or the chair or what ever he happens to be sitting on. It's the cutest damn thing ever and it means "oh good! your awake, is it time for food? food food food food food food food food food.

About this time the cat seems to hear our movings around and appears outside and begins to throw himself bodily at the front door. He really throws himself too, it's sounds like someone threw a sack of potatoes at the door ITS THAT LOUD! Upon entering our domain he starts to yell, he does that loud also. He expects to be fed and now.

Well today, he didn't get fed and he's pist about it and he doesn't mind telling me so. He's just now calming down, maybe 'cause I got the biggest softest pillow in the house and talked him into laying down on it. Now he's purring and I can hear it from 3 feet away. Enjoy in now sweet Tybalt, Prince of Cats for today you meet with the business end of a scalpel. Hopefully he'll stop peeing on the rug right in front of me now.

So now I imagine that now my 13lb cat will turn in to a 25lb cat and maybe his mother will finally come back home, she's has taken up with the old lady down the street who's cat IS snipped. She doesn't even let her into her house but she still won't come home. She hates her kitten who's much bigger than she is and harasses her pitifully with his little Oedipus complex, I probably wouldn't come home either.

Later I'll tell you all about our Park Adventure yesterday and how pist I am I didn't take my camera to show you all my sweet children on their new bikes, or how my littlest girl is the daredevil of my children.

It's a beautiful day here in fair Astoria.

But cold as a bitch. So here at the house of Evil we have a big day planned. We intend to haul the kid bikes out of the basement and attach them to the handy dandy new bike rack we bought with the last tiny little bit of our tax money, which I managed to blow in one short weekend...however I am now debt free thank you very much. Then we will take our young daughters to someplace that they can actually ride said bicycles since we live on a hill that is not at good for bike riding.

Last weekend the Daddy took the two girls out to the Jetty in Ft. Stevens State Park to let the oldest girl regain her foothold on the whole "I can ride a bike" portion of her memory and he was going to attach the training wheels from big sister's old bike to little sister's new bike when there was a snag. He, for some reason I'm still not sure of, can't get the training wheels onto the new little bike. So he decides to (and this is why I didn't participate in this particular function, 'cause I go nutty) teach the child to just ride the bike the old fashioned way. Her sister is now gleefully wheeling around the Jetty's giant parking lot only daunted by the speeds of her bike and how to shift them while not pitching forward onto her face.

So after only about 15 minutes if that my eight year old is riding her brand new bike sans any help from the wretched training wheels. How proud was I when her Dad called me to tell me all of this? I almost cried that's how proud! And SHE did pitch forward onto her face but did that stop her? Hell no, she came home with a big Ol' smile like her face had never met pavement before and her shins weren't scuffed at all.

So now I have to go and watch, soon we will all maybe have bicycles and I'll be able to loose the 20lbs I've gained since I quit smoking in August. Not to mention what a nice sappy family activity it will be to go bike riding together at the Park and all that. Ahhhhhhhhh.

It'a 6am here in fair Astoria and it's still dark

Good morning to you all out there in blog land.
It's Saturday morning here at the House of Evil, The Evil King is on his way to work to drive his Rock-n-Roll fish delivery truck (so named by our eldest daughter who thinks her Dad is the awesomest thing since candy) my two daughters are still tucked away in their beds and I have this glorious free time to blog till my little hearts content, or I go into computer overload whatever.

Now I know for the most part all of you out there in blog land usually take the weekend off.
However here at the House of Evil as per usual our schedule is not per usual. Once again the work schedule is split days off so the Evil King has to work Saturdays just like I did when I was the full time working Parent, now I get the Saturday's off. So I seem to get the Internet all to my self ( Maniacal laugh ensues) what will I do now that I am Queen of the Internet?

First, research a way to take over the world, then gather the minions with instructions to fan out over the world to take their positions and await further instructions for world domination, then maybe I'll start the pot roast, have dinner with the Evil King and the Evil Princesses and then watch a movie, after that maybe I'll take over the world. Can't rule the world on an empty stomach you know.

OH WAIT! I'm Queen of the Internet not Queen of the World! See how fast it can get outa hand? and it only took one paragraph. Now imagine if someone like that was really in control...oh wait.

Anyway, now that I have blathered on about crap no one will ever read I think I'll go now.
I hope you all have fine wonderful weekends filled with lots and lots of whatever it is that you like to do. But please! be reasonable, to much of anything is not good you know?

Goodmorning from the house of EVIL

Well Valentine's turned out to be a big fat surprise, apparently The Evil King spent all day yesterday moping about how he didn't have the money to bring me anything for Valentine's day (what a sweetie pie) then he pulled his Rock-n-Roll fish Delivery Truck into the shop and low and behold his quarterly bonus had arrived much to our surprise. So after all my ranting my wonderful Man brought me flowers and chocolate anyway. Heh...and yes the flowers will die and the chocolate will make me fat, but...he loves me and that's still all that matters. After all this time he is still my Lover, my friend, my favorite boy in the whole wide world and I love him.

So I'll take it when I get it and when I don't I won't cry, I still don't believe all the Holiday commercialism designed to make people feel guilty for not giving or bad for not getting when the reality is that's not what matter's and the original meaning of these silly holidays are lost and people all over have to learn to face reality and live by their means what ever those means are and shame on the media for giving people more reasons to feel bad about themselves.

So Happy Back to Normal Day everybody, have a great friday. I'm going to clean my house, pay some bills, get gas, buy dog food and then have coffee with a girlfriend. It's gonna be a great day!

Ode to St. Valentine, patron saint of lovers.

It would be nice to say some profound thing on this Valentine's day but I honestly don't have it in me. I'm not an eloquent writer or witty, sometimes funny but mostly not. Also it has been brought to my attention that the true meaning of Valentine's day has been lost as with most American holidays and I just can't bring myself to worship the almighty dollar again so soon after Christmas.
Not to mention the fact that I just can't afford it. I also don't need someone to tell me my day will suck if I don't get the obligatory chocolates and flowers and diamonds. Because chocolate will make you fat the flowers will die (by my hand anyway) and the diamonds? not only can I not afford them where the hell would I where them? Now don't get me wrong, I'm not be-grudging anyone their excuse to have a day a little less ordinary but for me it's just a way of draining my bank account for no real good reason . My relationship with my man will be just as good sans chocolate, flowers and diamonds. Besides the best things from him cannot be purchased and It doesn't have to be a special day to be told how special he thinks I am or how much he loves me and thinks I'm beautiful and sexy and really people after 17 1/2 years isn't that better than all that other crap anyway?
Not to mention this kinda started as a day for the advocation of binding lovers to each other and now its about how much money we spend!
So St. Valentine, nice thought and all but I don't need your ceremony, Thanks anyway!

okay heres the deal

My man, my sweet, sweet man who provides for me, takes care of me, keeps a roof over my head and gas in my car and food in my fridge and allows me to be the stay at home mom that I am, well he has been jonesing for the computer much much more than I ever could and since we got this wonderful new gaming computer and he works all day and I don't...I have to wait my stinky little turn and not bitch and whine about it seeing's how I get the machine all to myself tomorrow when there's no one here to stop me. and...he did let me in just now so I could snoop around and write this post and what not. So I'll have to read all your wonderful stuff later and you will all just have to deal with it. Soon I'll be posting more than you can keep up with me. Will update soon.

GOOD PEOPLE OF BLOG LAND!!!

I HAVE RETURNED!! not that anyone cares, for I had so few readers before the demise of my sad old computer that they have all forgotten I ever existed and will have to spend the next few weeks harassing my old haunts till they remember who I am. Now that I have a computer that will not crash, $1500 worth of duo core liquid cooled super human (or alien acctually) gamer computer. No more will I be thwarted by the PURGE, jihad my computer will ya, YAHHHH TRICK YAHHHHH. I'm so outa the loop that I don't think I know how to use a computer anymore, I'm a little intimidated. But being the stay at home mom that I am I have lots of time on my hands to figure it out. So, beware, I'm back and on the hunt for my old readers.
See you soon.

To My Mother

I love you. You are the sun and the moon. You are my friend, my counselar, my nurse, my favorite person to shock or to make laugh...I never know which one I'll get which is why you are my favorite. You are my rescuer and my executioner. You loved me and nurtured me even when I didn't deserve it. Your love was always unconditional and it remains so with my daughters and I would'nt be who I am today if it were'nt for you and the way you are. You always have a smile even when your sad. I love you and someday my daughters will be grown women and I hope they still look up to me and love me they way I do you.
I love you Mommy.
Love Neicie

So, it comes to this...

I have to drive clear to Portland to use a computer, check my e-mail and do my blogging. AND then when I finally get to a computer that works I find I have writers block ( or what ever they call it when you suck at writing) and can't think of anything to say. So...in honor of my dearest and oldest (really ) friend in the whole entire universe I dedicate this post to miss Melanie in Oregon as it is her 33rd birthday and the 19th year that I've known her. So I'll tell you about the first time I saw the girl.
I was sitting in my freshman english class feeling really self conscietous as I had spent the first week of school in disneyland and absolutley noone knew who the hell I was. This however was not to deture me as I was not going to spend the year feeling like that, when in walks this girl, jeans and a jacket that matched, and blond hair hanging just so as to hide anything that might be underneath it. She sat down next to me with hair still hanging, I leaned down so I could catch her eye and said HI!! I'm Denise, whats your name? here we are 19 years later with so much history in between we could write a book, make you laugh, cry, gasp, sigh, love, despair, hope and so much more.
Happy Birthday Miss Melanie, I love you.

Okay people!! This is my 100th post...

And in honor of this occasion I am posting a little bit of art,


This one's for you Melanie!!!

*LOST* update

NO!, we still don't know Jack diddley squat!!!

I say they don't have a frickin' clue what's going on from week to week anymore than we do.

It's alien's.

OH MY GOD PEOPLE!!!!!

Will the cast of LOST finally figure out who the Dharma initiative are?

Will they finally know who the OTHERS are and where the hell they come from?

Will the producers of this show finally after 3 DAMN YEARS! tell us what the fuck is going on?

Do they even know?

unanswered questions of the universe...tune in tomorrow when we will hear our author inevitably say WTF??????

Female comeback's for the Male pickup lines

Man: Where have you been all my life?
Woman: Hiding from you.

Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I'm a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: But would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.

Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put u and i together
Woman: Really, I'd put f and u together


I've actually used #4 HA!

Okay, what was Pavlov's dog's name?

'Cause it should be mine.

Do you remember the mash potatoes and gravy that they served at your grade school? Well, I remember mine, it was instant mash taters and this clear to yellow gravy with little chunks of hamburger. Every time they would serve this dish it would waft down to my classroom inevitably about 30 minutes before lunch. The smell would turn on the rumble in my tummy rendering my brain incapable of doing anything but keep my mouth from drooling. Okay these classes I've been taking? same damn thing. I'm not sure its the above dish that I smell but it's something that at least smells just like it. Somebody eats that at least 3 times a week and always the smell hits me about 30 minutes before its time for lunch and my stomach starts to talk too loud and my brain just shuts right off. Makes me wants to drive down to the nearest grade school, walk into the cafeteria and demand my instant mashers w/hamburger gravy. However, all of this makes for one great thing, that I can now smell food again means that I'll soon be over this sickness I'm afflicted with right now. YEAH FOR SMELL!!!!!

Recentley...

I've noticed the red shirts, you know the ones that all the proceeds go to help Africans? the ones that read
INSPI(RED)

Well, I think that they should come out with some specifically for Mom's, for example...
TI(RED)
IR(RED)
ANGE(RED)
BO(RED)
SCA(RED)
SCATTE(RED)
TATTE(RED)
BATTE(RED)
SPLATE(RED)
SPA(RED)
SMEA(RED)
FEA(RED)
SMOTHE(RED)
MOTHE(RED)
WEATHE(RED)



Then there's the adult variety...

LU(RED) [spelling changed to suit my own fancy HA!]
TOR(RED) " "
RETI(RED)
FI(RED)
HI(RED)!
MI(RED)
WI(RED)
PAMPE(RED)

That's all I've got folks. If you can think of any please by all means leave it here. I'd love to hear your take on it.

My stinky brat the artist

Drawn, colored, cut and pasted all by looking at a Peter pan video. What potential.

Stinky Brats.

My children such stinky brats.
They complain and they whine and they cry for cats.
They mess up my house,
they break their toys,
they never EVER stop making noise.
They eat all the best stuff out of the fridge,
they'll turn my sweater into a bridge.
Then the next thing you know out of my dining room will sprout,
a chair and blanket sweater mess hide-out.
They're always dirty tracking mud on the floor,
why can't they ever stop slamming the door?
Their elbows are pointy and fit to jab,
they'll sit for hours and blabity blab blab.
They'll argue and bicker and fight fight all night,
all over who has to turn out the light.
they'll hit each other over the head with their books,
or sit just to close giving dirty stinky looks.
They'll stomp and they'll shout if they don't get their way,
I think I might pull my hair out today.
A mother's job is not always fun.
sometimes I wish I could lay in the sun
and not care at all where my children are at,
or what they are doing to the cat.
But alas that life is just not for me,
'Cause I'm a Mom it's the way it's too be,
for even though they are little stinky brats,
I love them with all of my heart and that's that.

Making me feel old...

I signed on to apologize for my lack of attendance to my blog and yours. To explain that low and behold when I started doing tutorial classes 4 hours a day this week I didn't realize that I had taken enough time off work to make sitting and listening to someone talk for 4 hours very exhausting. Then blogger forced me to update which caused panic as I assumed that I'd lose everything and have a lot of work to do. It didn't and it didn't take all that long so I can't even complain about it, quick and easy whew! So I'm whipped people, I am really too tired to simply read a blog. I got three sentences into two interesting blogs and my eyes crossed and the words turned to little bugs that crawled across my screen and they wouldn't get back into their places no matter how hard I rubbed my eyes; writing this seems to be mildly difficult as well. So with that said I am instantly guilt free and a nap is in order, maybe two.

Blah, blah, blah, yakity schmackity...

Okay I got nothin'. I keep thinking up things to write about and then with a big sigh I think, "No, I don't want to talk about it." It's like that with everything for me lately. It's not like I have so little to do that I simply don't have anything to talk about, it's just that I don't feel like talking. It's not as if anything in my life is so exciting or uneventful even it just feels like to much work to discuss. Do you ever feel like that, like you have something to say but it just takes to much energy to say it?

I feel like if it's just going to be small talk then what's the point? It's not just myself I have trouble with lately it's others as well. I'll be reading someone's blog or talking to someone I love about something that would usually interest me and instead I find myself thinking BLAH BLAH BLAH! whatever! Maybe it's a mild case of depression, I have never really experienced it before I don't think so I'm not really sure. It could just be what they call seasonal depression wherein the lack of sunlight for a prolonged period of time brings on a kind of temporary depression that can be cured with a little relaxation and warm sunshine on the face.

So, I guess that all I would need to say then is I need a vacation, maybe on the beach, one with actual sunshine, with no noise perhaps and no men or children. Or at least none that belong to me so I'm not responsible for them. Or nobody, just as good.

The New Barbie Collection...

ANNOUNCEMENT: Mattel recently announced the release of
limited-edition Barbie Dolls for the Portland and surrounding areas market:

" Vancouver Barbie"
This Barbie now comes with a stroller and infant doll. Optional
accessories include a GED and bus pass. Gangsta Ken and his 1979 Caddy were available, but are now very difficult to find since the addition of the infant.

"Hawthorne Barbie"
This doll is made of actual tofu. She has long straight brown hair,
arch-less feet, hairy armpits, no makeup and Birkenstocks with white socks. She prefers that you call her Willow. She does not want or need a Ken doll, but if you purchase two Hawthorne Barbies and the optional Subaru wagon, you get a rainbow flag bumper sticker for free.

"Lake Oswego Barbie"
This yuppie Barbie comes with your choice of Rolls Royce convertible or Hummer H2. Included are her own Starbucks cup, credit card and country club membership. Also available for this set are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper. You won't be able to afford any of them.

" Beaverton Barbie"
The modern day homemaker Barbie is available with Ford Windstar Minivan and matching gym outfit. She gets lost easily and has no full-time occupation. Traffic jamming cell phone sold separately.

" Stark St. Barbie"
This versatile doll can be easily converted from Barbie to Ken by
simply adding or subtracting the multiple snap-on parts.

" Clackamas Barbie"
This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9mm handgun, a Ray Lewis knife, a Chevy with dark tinted windows, and a Meth Lab Kit. This model is only available after dark and must be paid for in cash (preferably small, untraceable bills) ..unless you are a cop, then we don't know what you are talking about.

" West Hills Barbie"
She's perfect in every way. We don't know where Ken is because he's always out a-'huntin'.

"Pearl District Barbie"
This collagen injected, rhino plastic Barbie wears a leopard print
outfit and drinks cosmopolitans while entertaining friends. Percocet prescription available as well as warehouse conversion condo.

"Forest Heights Barbie"
This princess Barbie is sold only at The Galleria. She comes with an assortment of Kate Spade, Prada and LV Handbags, Rolex watch a Lexus SUV, a long-haired foreign dog named Honey and a 25,000 sq ft. patio home. Available with or without tummy tuck and face lift. Workaholic Ken sold only in conjunction with the augmented version.

" Estacada Barbie"
This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler jeans two sizes too small, a NASCAR t-shirt and tweety bird tattoo on her shoulder. She has a six-pack of Bud light and a Hank Williams Jr. CD set. She can spit over 5 feet and kick mullet-haired Ken's butt when she is drunk. Purchase her pickup truck separately and get a confederate flag bumper sticker absolutely free.

"Gresham, Hillsboro, and other outlying suburbs Barbie"
This tobacco-chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of her own high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time she chased beer-gutted Ken out of Butler Barbie's house. Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans, fake fingernails, and a see-through halter-top Also available with a mobile home.

Oh hell no people!

My man, my wonderful full of fun, wants US to all have fun with him for he SAYS that he doesn't have as much fun without us, this loving man o' mine wants us to go to the lake today, and b-b-q, and ride what my wonderful miss Melanie affectionately calls the W.M.D. water-bound machine of death. We have a jet ski, and while it is loads of summertime fun, yes even spring time fun if weather permits it is not I repeat NOT a winter time fun event. I just stepped outside to check the mail people and when I got back inside my first reaction was to want to turn up the heat, this is not the sign of someone who wants to go play at the lake and lets not go there with the play in the Lake. No, no, more like wrap up in a blanket on the sofa and watch t.v. or read a book. Of course my children would willingly go tromping into the cold wearing nothing but their bathing suits at the first hint of playing in water, no matter that its like 40 degrees outside, they don't care, they'd go, they'd even get in the lake, THEY WOULD! and they'd play till they were the purple color of corpses and even cry while their lips shivered so bad that their words would have trouble coming out that they didn't want to come out of the water! we don't care if we fr-fr-fr-freeez-z-ze t-t-to death m-m-mom-m-m-ma. So now I have to be the bad guy, 'cause when the Man comes home from working, raining and frickin' cold or not he's gonna want to go play and I will have to remind him of the weather outside and that our small child was running a fever all day yesterday and at risk of getting the stink eye for the rest of the day I'm gonna have to say nuh-uh, sorry, some other day maybe, weather permitting.

Okay...

This is why I love the blogosphere, because were it not for that...then I would not be enlightened to little gems like this. I reeeeeealy need one of these people! Even if its not true MOST of the time. Its certainly true some of the time and when it is, it would surely be nice to be wearing one.
that's all for now.

Not a sports fan...

However, I was just watching the news and I just saw a high school girls basketball team win their game. Nothing special your thinking right? It was the last 5 seconds, the other team missed their free throw, this girl on the other team picks up the ball and from 3/4 of the court away from her basket she hucked the ball, she made it. I was screaming and jumping around in my living room. It was the most awesome play Ive ever seen from high school kids, and their girls HA! and Im not a sports fan.

Quickie

Okay I've added a couple of sites to my list of links, some of my family's my-space accounts. BUT I also have been playing with my account and because of some tips from my sweetie cousins I've figured out how to "pimp" my my-space page, its fun once you get the hang of it. If you click on the Evil's My-space link you get to hear my new favorite song. So if your bored and you something new to do go check it out.
Bu bye