Odds and ends

A couple new things to share...

• My DS broke his finger playing in his first *kinda* basketball game, on Wednesday. It was a scrimmage(?) game, I guess. He bent it back a couple times and by the end of the game it was swollen and purple. It's now taped to his ring finger. Poor guy. :(
  
  
• DH will be starting a new job this week, and it is going to affect my time here. *pout* I think he will be working on weekends, and having two weekdays off. I am not happy about this, but what can I do?
  
  
• I miss television! Where are all the new episodes? This 'repeat' crap sucks!

• I think I'm turning more into a woman. Lately, I've been craving chocolate. What's up with that? Should I be worried? Will I start crying more? Am I going to start wanting to cuddle!? :o

• I watched the movie, The Village (pretty scary choice for me) and I ended up liking it! That night though, I had the funniest dream. I dreamt that I was in a parking garage in a busy city, and everyone was talking about a "creature". At first I assumed they meant Bigfoot (because duh, that's the *obvious* one) but instead, it was a big mean monster they called Motormouth! It looked like a blow up version of Godzilla. I didn't think it looked that awful, but apparently, we needed to get inside the building, and fast! I ran into what turned out to be a hospital waiting room, and knew that I still needed to get further (deeper) inside, because the creature couldn't get all the way inside, I guess. I ran into this little break room, and there were doctors everywhere, making out. *giggle* I apologized, and then headed into the closet. They all followed, and I was standing next to a hot doctor! It was actually a good dream! ;-) (oh, the reason I think it was related to The Village was because while we were all in the closet, we could hear the creature walking on the floor, above us!)

• I have found a couple new artists I have loved lately. Since I have no idea how to post a video directly on my blog, I'll just add the link, in case anyone's interested. Perhaps I'm late to the party and everyone already loves these women?
  
  Carla Bruni is a supermodel in Italy, I believe. She is Italian, but sings in french. I don't care for the song in the link provided, but I could not find one of the songs I bought, to share. I don't mind that I have no idea what she is saying, I just love her voice.
  
  
  Carla Bruni
  
  
  Regina Spektor is another one I just discovered, but I'm guessing I'm late on this one. I love the song provided in the link, and a couple more that I bought. Very upbeat, and different.
  
  Regina Spektor

Taking a Poll

I have been thinking about something for a while now, and don't think I've ever addressed it here, though maybe I did and forgot...anyhow, my question is this:

How much time do you, as the adult child, spend "helping" your parents do something? Anything. Like projects around the house, preparing for company, cleaning, decorating, shopping, etc. I have been feeling more and more unusual, like I have an unreasonable amount of pressure from my parents. Mother mostly, really.

Just last week, she was going to be having company, and she said (in passing one day) that she would like me to "help her for one or two days, next week". I had quite a bit already going on, including dental and regular doctor appointments for myself and the kids, but I made a mental note that I would help her out. I knew the company was coming on Sunday, so onFriday when my brother invited me to go do some shopping with him, I figured I'd just get to her house on Saturday. So Saturday comes, and there I am, when for some reason, she makes a comment about "wishing she'd had more time with my help" and then something like "well, you decided to play with your brother instead". I got very quiet and she asked me why. I told her I felt confused, because I really felt as though I gave her more time than other people give their parents. She defended herself by saying she was always willing to pay me, and that she could always pay someone else, if I couldn't do it myself. I knew that was true. I could just say no, but I feel guilty. I kinda told her I really wished she didn't *need* help from other people. I wish she was in control of her own house. But, it runs in her family. Her mother always had hired "help" around, and her sisters do as well.

I guess the bottom line is, I need to be ok with not ever being able to do enough. She realizes she is hard to please, and she pretty much told me to learn to say no, and then be ok with it, whether she caves in and acts pouty or not.

I just want to know what is "normal". Maybe I get too hung up on the word normal, but it really is important to me. I would never say 'no' to her because I have already met a quota of "normal" hours, but I would feel less guilt for saying no sometimes, if I knew I gave more than most people.

And when I said she is hard to please, I mean she is hard to please. When I was moving for them (they both work full time) she would come home from work, force a smile, and say something like, "oh, you packed the kitchen? *fake smile* Ok, *I* would have done the dining room, but that's ok". When I pointed this and other examples out to her on Saturday, she started crying, and really understood how it felt, because her dad was the same way. She hates it, and wants to change, but it comes so easily for her. I guess it's good we talked about it, and that was progress, but still, as always, I want to know; what is normal??

{sidenote} I do want to acknowledge that as awful as she can be, she does try really hard to act appreciative. After the talk we had, she was really pleasant to work with, so I know she tries. Both my parents just want my brothers and I to be *really close*, which we are. Most people who know them marvel at how much time we all spend together, usually happily, and by choice, but it comes with a price.*sigh*

Favorite new thing

My brother got me a Vintage 1985 Cabbage Patch Doll. :) He got it at the Antique mall. I was very touched. Not sure if I should open it or not. I'm hoping she still has that smell they all had.

Funny how a thoughtful, sentimental gift is worth so much more than something more costly.

So, what's your favorite new thing?

Whoa! Another update! :P

Hey! They're out of Beta! Did you see that same message when you came to your blog? Yay!

Coupla things to say here;

First, I know I said I needed a break from my blog, and I did/do. The thing is, for me, saying, "I am on a break" makes me feel released from any self-inflicted pressure I feel to update. Things at home are about the same, so I may or may not be updating often, again. Unless something really cool and exciting happens. ;-)

Right now, I am focusing on myself. I have been trying to exercise, drink more water, take better care of my skin and hair (and damnit my nails too, until I broke one yesterday. The only upside is that it was my middle finger, so at least I got the joy of showing everyone. *grin*). I know that sounds really selfish, but it's keeping my mind occupied for now.

I finally requested a new psychiatrist, but have not heard back from them. They wanted to know why I wanted to switch, and it was hard to explain. I felt awful saying I just didn't feel comfortable with the current doctor. I still don't know why I am going... it seems the biggest question I always have is, "is this normal?" when referring to my feelings about things. How can someone tell me if I am normal? {*smirk* go ahead and make jokes, I made it easy}

One thing I want to know is, can we change our feeling about people? If we don't like someone, but we *want* to, can that be changed? Can we make ourselves think someone is funny? Or smart? Or attractive? *sigh* If I get these answers, I'll report back to you, lol!

In the meantime, my children are now home for two weeks. Wish me luck, prozac and rum, please.

Everyone have a great and safe weekend!!

2 Questions

(and really, I'm embarrassed that I went looking online before coming to you guys first...)

1. I need some really good hair care stuff. I have shampoo I like, but I need some good conditioner. Last week, I dyed my hair. It's a dark brown. I used the temporary kind because I am scared of damaging my hair and was told the the semi-permanent dye was gentler. Now, I want to condition the carp out of it to keep it soft and shiny.

What do you recommend?

2. Do I have to wash my eye makeup off every night? I'm doing really good with the rest of my face, but have a hard time wanting to attack my eyes. What difference does make if I leave a little mascara on until I shower in the morning?

Ahhhhh....

Nice evening last night. I got to spend time with my friend who came to see me! We went shopping, went to dinner, and then went to my parent's house and sat in the hot tub. Oh! Here's a fun tidbit; when we got to my parent's house, my brother was upstairs in his room with the music on, and no-one else was home, so we went upstairs and hid on the landing. Then I called his phone and asked him to come down and unlock the front door. *giggle* Yay! We got to scare the carp out of him!

After getting out of the hot tub, I came thisclose to falling in the pool. I would have been PISSED if I had fallen in. a) I would have been semi-nekkid and b) it was somewhere around 35 - 40 degrees out. *brrr* It was a close call, and I'll remember to not back up with my back to the pool again.

We ended the night somewhat early due to a headache that needed tended to. Overall, it was a nice night. :)

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Unrelated to last night, is the fact that some of my fears are becoming irrational, I think. The spider fear is fine, IMO. Crossing the train tracks is understandable, I think....but here's the other one; when I go on the nature trail in my parent's neighborhood, I often get the very strong feeling that an alligator is watching me, and might lunge at me from the creek. There are lots of cattails which could easily hide one. I know they don't *live* here typically, but couldn't someone have let one free, maybe one that was a pet? When I walk alone, walking past the part where the creek is on both sides, is more than a little unnerving. My legs get weak and if *anything* moves or makes a sound at that time, I jump out of my skin. And really, have you ever noticed that when a duck's head is under water, the rest of it's body looks just like an alligator snout?

Charlotte's Web (my review)

Today my brother and I took the kids to see Charlotte's Web.


Ok, so as I sat in the theater, I was all excited because I wanted to *see* Fern and Wilbur. Then I started remembering the other characters, too, like Templeton and Gussy. I couldn't wait to see them all, and hear their voices. Completely lost in my selective memory, was the fact that one of the main characters was a spider. Yes, I am a complete idiot. Because I have Tivo, I hadn't even seen one preview, so I hadn't been reminded of the fact. My brother is the one who told me it was out, and invited us to go.

So, as I'm sitting there, it quickly dawned on me that I had mentally skipped over that particular detail. I think I always pictured the cover of the book, when picturing the words "Charlotte's Web" and kinda transferred the name to Fern, without realizing it. Anyways, it was a major *stupid moment* for me. As soon as Charlotte made her appearance, I knew I would miss half the movie. And I did. Every scene with her in it I had to look away. I watched the people in the theater, and was surprised that not many other people were disturbed by her. Actually, nobody else seemed bothered.

I must say, she looked horrible. Lots of hairs and realistic detail. Once or twice, in scenes where she wasn't moving, I watched her. I thought maybe her face would eventually seem warm, or easy to look at. Nope. Hideous. I was jumpy and on edge throughout the movie, and for a long time afterward.

As for the movie in general, it was very true to the original, and I thought it was done very well. It's been so long since I read it or watched the animated version, that I am not sure whether this movie favored one or the other, or even if the original was true to the book. At any rate, it was how I would have pictured it, minus the spider. *shudder* The kids should like it, and the parents too, providing spiders don't make you uneasy (or downright nauseous).

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Now, in other spider news, I live in Northern California, where as far as I knew, no tarantulas are supposed to live. Tonight I was told by DD that my cousin, who lives about 45 minutes away, has discovered that they DO live here. I immediately called her and she confirmed it. She saw something HUGE while driving along, and pulled over to see if it was really a spider. It was the largest tarantula she had ever seen, she said (and she's not the type that exaggerates). She's a tomboy who is not afraid of those kind of things. She said they stood over it while it crossed the road, and later she asked some locals (she lives in a tiny community on a lake) and they said they knew they were around, though they were not often seen (as if that makes it ok).

So, where can I go where there are no spiders? Alaska? Do they like cold climates?

Perhaps tomorrow I will share my fear that there are alligators on the nature trail I walk on. (and yes, I am very serious)

My gift to you all....

Is the side of me that you didn't know existed. :)

Click here.

Everyone have a fantastic weekend!!!

*smooches*

P.S. Officemax.com has a bunch of neat holiday looking games and stuff, including this one, if anyone wants to do their own.

Can I update while on a break? *head tilt*

What the heck, here I go....

Okaaay, so, where shall I start? It's hard not to make a list *waves to Boo* of all the sucky things in life right now, so in an effort to be upbeat, I am going to instead, make a list of the *good* things in life right now.

Here goes;

1. Ok, here's something: I went out with a GF that I had missed, recently. She was a breath of fresh air, after dealing with another friend who would have made the *other* list, had I decided to make it.

2. I have lots of good drugs. I realized tonight after stabbing my tooth with a sharp piece of ice, that I need to go the dentist (ok, I already knew it). I have been clocking the pain much like a woman in labor times her contractions. I have no idea why I'm doing this, considering it means nothing. Since 4pm today, I have taken some Tylenol with codeine, Vicodin, and lots of motrin. 11 pills in all, I think. *begins to levitate*

3. I have saved a lot of money recently because when I go shopping, I keep coming to the conclusion that nothing in my cart seems to be worth waiting in the long lines, for.

4. Ack, my mind keeps going to the sucky things....*trying to get back on track*

5. I know! I do not carry a concealed weapon. Trust me, this is a good thing. ;-)

6. I think I need new boots. This is good because usually when I buy boots, I don't need them. Right now I have 4 pairs of black boots, and the Skechers seem to be breaking apart at the heel. When I take big steps, I can feel the heel 'give a little' too much. Now I get to go out shoe shopping! :)

7. I have rediscovered the nature trail I love to walk, and have decided I can do it alone. I used to be too skeered to walk by myself, but now I find it relaxing. If it's not raining, I'll try to walk it several times a week, at least.

8. ::TAR SPOILER::

The boys won! Or more accurately, Alabama didn't! Yay! I realized that as awful as Rob and Kim were to listen to, the reason I didn't dislike them nearly as much as I disliked Alabama, was because their nastiness was mostly directed at each other, and they otherwise seemed to have a decent attitude. Guess I just didn't see anything like that in 'Bama. Tyler and James had a great edit, and I think they may be as nice as they were portrayed. I was happy they won.

Do you have anything for a Happy List?

Ummmmmmmm

I kinda wanted to update, to tell you guys I won't be on much right now...but there is no way to explain anything without, well, explaining. *sigh* Bottom line; things going on at home are making it hard for me to concentrate on this blog. But then I stopped writing because it sounded so dramatic, and I didn't want to make everyone wonder what was going on. Really, it's nothing big. So, I guess I'll just say that I'll be busy for a short while, and then will be back as usual, I hope. I'll still check in and lurk (mostly) and I'll check in on OT (to make sure nobody makes moves on any of my crushes! *squinty eyes @ Nutz*).

Because I'm all girlie and emotional right now, I also want to say that I really lvoe each and every one of you, and have needed this place so much. I think of you all often, and sometimes forget that I've never met most of you. The family we've created here is truly special.

*smooches*

p.s. wanted to explain that the "emotional" part is also related to the fact that I just watched The Lake House. *sniffle*

Ack!

I got a speeding ticket on Saturday night. It was my first one ever. I was so shocked to get pulled over, that speeding never even occurred to me. I had to *ask* what I had done wrong. Apparently, 88mph was the answer. *pout* I never speed. At least not like that. I had only sped up to try to catch up with my brother, who I was trying to follow. I had already slowed to a reasonable speed again when I noticed the lights behind me.

I was horrified for the cop to see me, because a) I had a tiny bit to drink earlier in the evening (I knew I was completely sober, but had he asked if I had been drinking, I would have had to say "yes" which might have led to having to walk the straight line, and all that) and b) I had a noticeably dirty shirt on, and felt really icky. Which leads me to my question. How does one get candle wax out of a shirt? It's a polyester and spandex blend, black, lace halter top kinda shirt. The wax is a light color. Without spelling it out, guess what it kinda looked like? *mortified*

Girlie stuff...

Ok, ever since my Sephora wish list, I got the impression that most the bloggers here are not especially girlie, and into makeup and whatnot, but I want to blog about makeup damnit...so;

1. Liquid eyeliner. Have you tried it? I just started, and I only use it on my upper lid. It makes a thin smooth line, and looks better than the pencil, IMO. I haven't dared to use it on my lower lids yet, because I can't figure out how to get the eyelashes out of the way.

2. I recently noticed that when I get out of the shower (other times too, but especially at this time) my cheeks are naturally very pink. Since I do my makeup right after the shower, I noticed that my blush was nowhere near my natural color. It was more of a peach-ish tint, instead of my natural pink. I changed my blush, and I think it has made an improvement in the overall look. Did everyone else already know you were supposed to match the blush to your "natural" color, and if so, while in the store, how do you *see* your natural color?

3. Skin care - what is your regime? Wash daily? More than once? I have to buy the disposable wipes, because bending over the sink and splashing water all over my face is *not* appealing to me at all. It looks really refreshing in the commercials, but IRL, it's messy and cold. How often do you wash, and what do you use?

4. Wrinkle control - I will be *gulp* another year older soon, and now I am wondering if now is the time to think about wrinkles. Is there some magic cream that will help keep them at bay? What should I use?

and finally (un-makeup related)

5. Who here wears bathrobes? I? Was a bathrobe virgin. Other than using one when I get out of the hot tub at my mom's house, I never use them at all. But my mother just bought me one, and I must say, I can't imagine how I lived without one for this long. For me, it's like a blanket with the arms cut into it, that I don't have to hold onto as I walk around. It's black, and super soft, and not too thick (bathrobes can be so unflattering!). And I love petting the arms. So soft! I am in love with it. Am I late to the world of bathrobes?

Confessions (again)

Updated confession ~

This morning, after eating my cold cereal, my cat Bailey kept coming up to me while I was sitting at the computer desk. Then he would start sniffing, and move closer to the bowl of milk. It really pissed me off (can't stand begging animals) so I put him on the floor, after scolding him, and then washed my bowl so he would have nothing to come after. Much to my surprise, he still kept coming back to me on the desk! He just wanted to cuddle after all! I feel awful for being so mean to him, and accusing him of only being after my milk. :(



Why I feel the need to confess, I have no idea, but here goes...

1. I watched The Bachelor. I got emotionally involved, and the outcome upset me. More than I should admit. *sigh*

2. I lust after my old boss. Even after (heck, maybe especially after) he made a crude comment to me, while I was wearing knee pads.

3. More than once tonight, I called my mother a bitch (in my head only).

Ok, your turn. I only want three confessions. Bob's blog topic from Sunday counts as one for her. :)

Let's not try and pretend we're all angels, k? *looks at Nutz, Arkie and Jen*

Edited to add ~ this isn't really a confession, but I had to share how stupid I am; every time I walk into the bathroom, a grey, small, fluffy feather floats across the floor, making me jump out of my skin, every. freaking. time. I always think it's a spider. The question is, why have I not picked the damn thing up?

Long week!

::warning:: extremely long post ahead (with nothing very important inside)
Read at your leisure. :)

Wow, it's been an insanely busy (long) weekend. I actually started out on Tuesday, taking DD to the mall. I knew if I didn't do it by Wednesday, it would be too late to beat the rush. I went to Sephora and got the Creme Brulee perfume, and also the Pink Sugar perfume. Both are really delicious smelling! I got some hand cream in Bath & Body Works that is called Pink Buttercream Frosting. OMH, if only it were edible! It smells wonderful, and while applying it at a party (more on that later) I had a girl tell me she would make out with me, knowing I smelled liked that. :) I had bought the matching Buttercream lipgloss, but it was $14, and after getting it home and realizing it had no taste, I decided to take it back. It was an impulse buy, anyhow. On Wednesday evening, I met my mother at Kohl's and I bought a dark grey blazer and matching slacks. I hate saying I got a "suit". *shrug*

Anyhow, Thursday was spent at my parents house, with the family. It went fine and was really pleasant.
Finally, Friday came along and I was really looking forward to it. I was planning on going to a friends house where they have a big party every year, on the Friday after Thanksgiving. I usually never take the kids, as the atmosphere is a little less than ideal for younger ones, but this time, another friend that was coming, asked me to bring them, for her own to play with. It started off really badly, with more drama than I ever care to be a part of. Everyone seemed to have an ex going, or someone they were fighting with, or something like that. One girl accidentally was overheard on my answering machine, (friend Jennifer called and didn't hang up when she thought she had) saying something, not actually "bad" about me, but her tone indicated that she wasn't fond of me. At first I was quite miffed, and baffled really, since I had only been around this girl one other time. Then I remembered that the one other time, she had basically accused me of making out with her boyfriend. I later found out that she was mad that *any* other women were coming, because she had brought along a guy she likes, who doesn't like her that way. I commented to my brother later that apparently "Deanna" doesn't like me, based on what I heard, and he, being all protective I guess, called Jen's house and blasted the girls for "talking bad about me". *sigh* I had to do lots of damage control, and tried to reassure everyone that nobody had been saying anything bad, it was just the TONE of the one girl. Ack. At this point, I didn't even want to go anymore, but felt if I didn't, it would only create more tension.

So we went, and at first, I was a wreck. I had been taking lots of medicine all day, trying to fight a headache, and because of the headache, I hadn't eaten all day. The result was a very jittery, shaky me, who was on the verge of a meltdown. *embarrassed grin* When I got there, I was greeted by Angela, who is married to the guy who was especially nice to me the last time I was there, when I drank too much (remember that recent blog update?). She is insanely jealous of other women around her husband, and had even made it known she was unhappy about him and I being there that night. So, I felt the need (pressure) to make nice with her, at least for her DH's sake. Right after seeing her, my brothers ex-GF saw me, and decided I was the only person there who was happy to see her, which meant of course, we had to remain glued together for the night. I had Angela calling me over to her, and brother's ex, begging me to stay with *her*.

My head was pounding, I hadn't eaten, and couldn't drink. I was really ready to head home at that point. Oh, and Deanna, the girl who I assumed didn't like me, wasn't making any effort to say hello to me (nor was I to her), which made me all the more uncomfortable. At that point, I needed a breather, and decided to go to the store. I finally found one (don't know the area) and walked through it having no idea what to get. In the end, I got a 2 liter of Coke (for the rum, of course), and a small package of peanuts. By the time I got back to the party, I was feeling much better.

I saw a boy (man, really) who I knew from when I used to babysit him! It's lovely to be introduced as "my old babysitter". *sigh* He had brought another young man with him, who I had also known when I was younger, and he was a toddler. It was so weird to be hanging out, watching these young men drink and dance and flirt, knowing I was so much older. Of course the group consisted of people varying in age from infancy to 40 maybe? Anyhow, at least I wasn't the oldest. {insert *impending birthday panic* here}

The girl Deanna was walking past me at one point, hours after I had gotten there, and she acted all happy to see me *rolls eyes*. We hugged and made phony nice faces. She is the one who said later she wanted to make out with me, after walking around for ten minutes asking everyone what smelled like cake. (it was me! *smile*)

Another interesting side note (to me) was that at one point, I headed to the backyard to take a phone call, and this lady that I see there frequently made a joke about me needing to "lay on the grass" again, referencing the last time I was there. Frankly, I had no idea she was there last time (lol) and I looked surprised, I guess, because she said, "yes, I was here that night, and I must say, I liked you a lot better that night. It's like you were human". Umm, ouch. I've asked a few people who know me well, about this, asking them what they make of it, and they all pretty much said the same thing. I am a little standoffish at first, and hard to get to know. I'd like to NOT be this way, but I have no idea how to change. :(

We eventually left, very late that night. Lots of people were spending the night, including my brother and his kids, but I was ready to go home, as were my children. In the end, I can say we had a really good time. It just took a while for everyone to relax and enjoy it. Deanna actually followed me out and gave me a hug as I was leaving. Perhaps she forgives me for kissing her boyfriend over 12 years ago? (didn't know he had a GF, btw /defensiveness)

Thank gawd tomorrow is Monday, and the kids go back to school...
and DH goes back to work, and I...*looks at messy house* will play on the blogs and OT! *grin*

Has everyone recovered from the Holiday? Any leftovers to share??

Dirty thoughts

I recently finished reading the most decadent, fun, brain rotting book that I've read in a while. It's called The Bachelorette Party, by Karen McCullah Lutz. I stayed up until 5am Sunday night finishing it. Once I was done, it left me pondering (what? Brain cells were left!!?) something I've often wondered about, but have purposely pushed out of my mind. In the book, Zadie is a 31 year old high school teacher, who is in lust with one of her students. Her and her colleagues would often stand around in the break room, talking about how hot he is.

As inappropriate as it obviously is, it made me wonder, do professionals really do that? It makes me wonder about teachers (men and women alike) and also, doctors. I've always forced myself to believe that when I'm in the hands of a trained professional *whatever*, they keep all human thoughts at bay. But then I thought about one of my best friends (my cousin) who is a nurse, and has shared countless horror stories about the things she's had to do, or see. I for one could not handle being in a position where I had to turn naughty thoughts, off. Not because I'm smutty, tyvm, but because I'm just too human, I guess. When I was talking to DD's teacher recently, I couldn't help but think a couple of inappropriate thoughts. Not because I wanted to um, do him or anything, but because, well, that's what I do. He is a man, after all. *blush*

So, while your doctor is delicately inserting one or more fingers, what are the chances he's NOT thinking something kind of indecent (indecent includes thoughts like, "eww" and "mmmm")? When my gym teacher stared at the girls as we did jumping jacks, was he being a man, or just a teacher? I guess there are not really that many careers where you have to constantly disregard your natural carnal instincts, but for those that do, how do you/they, do it? And what if they don't? I think this book will have me feeling paranoid now, that the people I've always assumed are not allowed to "judge" us, may in fact, be doing just that.

Your thoughts or experiences??

Best blogging subject EVER!

• Ok, so lately, I'll admit to having a hard time coming up with things to blog about. I guess my life is boring. So, you can imagine my happiness when I realized that I had something really interesting to share with you guys! :)
  
  I have this friend, who I'll call Amy (because that's her name) and she decided to have some plastic surgery done, on her face. She was also looking into having permanent make-up applied. *ouch* I was really excited for her, because she's never been very girly, and I thought it would be good for her (is that mean?). Anyhow, the doctor she chose makes house calls, and he came over to go over the details, and all her options. But get this; he brought along with him, a bunch of jewelry, that he sells on the side. WTF? He laid it all out on the table, and said things like, "when your eyes look larger and your brows have been lifted, imagine how these earrings will look". I was not only shocked by this, but very eager to share this with you all, imagining that you'd be as horrified as I was.
  
  So? Here's the problem with this. None of it happened. :( I took some Nyquil on Saturday night, and dreamt for about 11 and a half hours. I woke up, and remembered that I needed to blog, and was actually looking forward to it, when I realized that it hadn't happened. *sigh* I also *don't* know where my missing deodorant is, and the clock on the living room DVD player is NOT wrong, after all (both things that were in the dream). I recently posted about dreams because this is often my life. Confusing reality with them. In the past, I have gone as far as sharing things with people, completely believing it to be true, only to find out later that it wasn't. Gosh how my stomach sinks as I realize something that seemed so real, in fact, was not.

• In other news, I saw The Da Vinci Code. I should have known it would be nowhere as good as the book. I was not impressed at all.

• Oh! I also dreamed about Carey again! *yay* I don't remember the details, but there were lots of women, and I didn't want to leave. That's about all I remember.

***TAR SPOILER***

• I was sad to see the Cho brothers go, as I would have MUCH preferred to watch "Bama" leave. I cannot believe how much I dislike them. However, the Cho brothers seemed ok with everything, since their big goal was to play with dignity (or some other bizarreness).
  

I am in love

Who watches The Office? I think Jim is the most adorable man on TV right now. *swoon*
I'm hoping he gets with Pam, but I can't help but like Karen, too. Who are you rooting for?

Dreaming

I had a lovely dream last night, of my grandparents. Both are dead, so it was really nice to "see" them again. I'm one of those people who dream in vivid detail, often experiencing everything physically, as it happens in the dream (if I'm crying, I'll really cry, etc.).

Did you dream last night? Do you usually remember your dreams? Do you ever confuse reality with dreams? I've done that, and it's so embarrassing! Do you have recurring dreams? Do you try to interpret them? Have they ever affected the way you feel about something, or someone?

"Shabby fat mom shave pubic"

I have a tracker on my blog that tells me how people get to it. Most of them are listed without any referrer (maybe since you have it linked?). I'm not sure how it all works, and I don't check it too often, but I checked it tonight, and it had a hit from someone who found me through google, after typing the words "Shabby fat mom shave pubic". I think I am truly horrified!

In other news, I saw Borat this weekend. I laughed a lot, as much of it was hilarious. There was some truly uncomfortable moments too, as I think momma mentioned in the last post. If you're not easily offended, you might like it.

Completely off topic question for you: What do you put on your pizza? I like either pepperoni and olive, or pepperoni and pineapple. *yum* I was recently brave enough to try some weird chicken pesto combo, though. I'll stick to my kind, tyvm.

This is not good...

::Disclaimer:: I realize that this very well might be the most boring blog post ever, but I couldn't help it. I was so excited at finding the products, I had to share. Sorry!

The Sephora ad came in the mail today. I have a bad feeling that I am going to be over spending, in the very near future. :o I'll be honest, when I get these ads, I normally toss them in the trash right away because a) I don't want to spend the money and b) I'm not usually impressed with what they offer, anyhow. I mean, c'mon, aren't eye shadow and lipgloss colors all about the same anyhow? But today, the colorful and playful cover caught my eye, and inside I went. There is simply too much here to list it all, so I will just list the ones I feel I *must* have.

Do you buy Sephora stuff? Are you suckered into ads because of the great marketing? Are you a fan of sweet (edible smelling) perfumes?

Here is the start of my must have list...

Creme Brulee
Creme Brulee contains warm caramel, vanilla, and butter notes that bring back delicious childhood memories.


















Price ~ $23


Mat;Yellow
The fragrance equivalent of a tangy tropical cocktail, this exuberant blend of fresh fruits has the
notes of: Grapefruit, Nectarine, Passion Fruit, Juniper Berry, Bamboo Sap, Tea Leaves, Watermelon, Lotus Flower, Reed Wood, Crystal Musk. Style:Unexpected. Fresh. Sparkling.

Price ~ $60


Lemon Drops
What it is: A trio of Fresh sugar and lemon-laden favorites in a gorgeous gift box.What else you need to know: Set includes a 2 oz SugarBath Body Lotion in Lemon (soothes parched skin and leaves behind a zesty lemon scent), 0.5 oz Lemon Sugar Eau de Parfum Spray (a refreshing citrus blend), and an 0.34 oz Sugar Shea Butter (a 100 % natural massage balm).

(sorry, no picture. It didn't really show anything)

Price ~ $35


The Ski House *damn it, blogger is done uploading pics now*
What it is: A three-piece, wintertime-inspired gift set.
What else you need to know: After a perfect day on the slopes, your body is tired but you feel amazing and are ready to indulge in a little après-ski fun - and Philosophy's Ski House beckons. Set includes a 4 oz Double Rich Hot Cocoa ultra rich, award-winning 3-in-1 shampoo, shower gel, and bubble bath, a 2 oz Marshmallow Body Souffle, and a .5 oz Kiss Me Pink peppermint lip balm.


Also, there is another set called "The Holiday House" and it sounds really delicious too, with the same stuff but in Eggnog shower gel, Cinnamon buns body souffle and Powdered sugar cookie lip shine! *yum*

Price ~ $35

Sephora Lip Butter Confections
Flavors: Bananas foster, triple layer cake and tiramisu

Price ~ $15


And finally, (because I have to stop somewhere), here is another one that caught my eye.

Pink Sugar, Pretty in Pink set
The scents of the circus, boxed: cotton candy, vanilla and caramel swirl together to create a sweet aroma that's both playful and fun.

Price ~ $35

I can have it all for just over $200!! *off to beg DH now*

Questions and more!

I have many things I need opinions on. So please;

1. What word would you most likely say if your child *or anyone* dropped a heavy can, on your toe?

2. Am I morally obligated to prevent my cat from killing birds (which he proudly brings home to share, after decapitating them).

3. Borat. Anyone know if it's good?

4. The Da Vinci Code. I just finished it (the book). Who has read the book, or seen the movie? Did you love it? Hate it? Why?

5. Self-esteem issues. What are the signs of this? Is it coming off as boastful? Or is it the opposite? This has always confused me.

6. DS made the school basketball team! Yay!

7. How long can you go without sex, before you get cranky? Is it ever an excuse to become an asshole (or bitch)?

8. How long will it take my foot to heal? The one I sprained/twisted almost two weeks ago. It still hurts. *pout*

9. I lost my camera. Where is it?

10. Pogo. Does anyone here play on Pogo? Mahjong Garden? Tripeaks Solitaire? Anything?

All things are not equal...

For example, take this bottle of Malibu Rum. It has a 21% alcohol content. I love this drink. It's cheap, and tasty. I usually drink this, on the rare occasions that I drink. Now, let's consider...






Bacardi Coconut Rum has a 36% content. That is a very important thing to consider, before drinking the same amount you usually drink. I'm guessing that MOST people already knew this. I? Did not. I quickly caught on at about the same time my face became numb, and I announced I was going to go "lie down in the front yard". Fortunately, I was with a very nice group of people, and they suggested I go in the backyard, instead. I laid on the ground (where they quickly brought me a futon thingy) and rambled nonsensically for about an hour. I told the guy who took particularly good care of me, that the moon was cute, and had freckles. I also agreed with him (because he was drunk too, lol) that I would likely become a vampire and bite him.

This was the absolute drunkest I have ever been, in my life. Very new experience for me. I can't say it was a lot of fun, because I really don't like feeling out of control. I was with my brother, at our friends house, and the nice guy who was taking care of me, was our childhood friend, whom I haven't seen much of over the years. I feel pretty stupid now, but I guess it was mostly a novelty for *me* since everyone else seemed to have "been there" before.

The next morning, I was sick (second time in my life I've had *that* happen). I will never drink that much, that quickly, on an empty stomach again. /solemn swear]

How was your weekend?
I want pictures of the Weltek peep meet too! I'm sorry I missed them, and hope they had/are having a wonderful time here in California.

Ok, humor me, please...

Let me explain this picture, because when I found it this evening, I got a huge kick out of reminiscing about the incident. (oh, and notice my very first attempt at "paint")

So, my twins were *totally guessing here* umm, maybe 2 or 3? I'm terrible at guessing. *ashamed* Anyhow, they were in the bath at their grandma's house, and I was mostly in the bathroom with them, but had stepped out long enough to have something *just awful* happen. I was in the hallway, right outside the door, talking to my mom when I heard the most gut-wrenching scream ever! I assumed one was drowning or something. I ran in, and found my DD, much like she is in the picture, except both her legs were scaling the narrow edge of the tub, and she was of course, screaming. Screaming as though I dunno, a bathmonster? had come through the drain or something. She was incoherent. My son, was sitting in the tub, ever so innocently, looking at her as though she had three heads. That's when I noticed it. A piece of poop, floating in the bathwater. *snort*

As you can see in this picture, the poop has been removed (not by me, tyvm, (that's what grandmas are for, I guess)) and has been placed in the toilet, where DS is about to flush it. Can you see the look on DD's face? *lol* I think I peed myself from laughing so hard, at the time. I actually did not know we had photographic evidence of this, until tonight. Blackmail pictures, maybe? *grin* She refused to bathe with him ever again, after this night. What a prissy girly girl. ;-)

"How I Sprained My Ankle", by Motormouth

nevermind, it's way too embarrassing.

::Update::

Kim almost got it right. I was actually doing my make-up, when my foot fell asleep. I was running late for something, and in a rush, jumped up from my chair to go to my room to finish dressing. About a half second later, I was sprawled out on the living room floor, wondering WTF just happened. Then the pain hit. Ouch! The funny thing was that I had been on the phone and gotten disconnected when I fell, so I had to call the person back, and try to explain what happened. Before I could say anything, I started laughing hysterically, because well, it was either laugh or cry at that point, and I just felt so damn silly, knowing what an idiot I looked like when I fell.

So that was my story. Quite embarrassing to sprain your foot by trying to walk.

My turn for randoms

• I am uber jealous of all the fun that is being had *at this very moment* only two hours away from me. But, I will not drive by in the middle of the night, like some obsessed stalker. I will try really hard not to, anyways. *grin*

• My kids school carnival is today, and I have to volunteer, but I have no idea what I will end up having to do. One year, I had to face paint. Poor kids.

• Godiva makes chocolate bars, and they are very rich. I am ashamed to admit that I bought a package of 6 for a mom-to-be's baby shower, and then only gave her three. But man! They are yummy!

• I cannot seem to warm up. My family is fine, hot even, and here I am with my blankie around me, shivering. Is that normal for some people? Bad circulation, or what?

• Flicka. Anyone seen it? I wanna take DD and go watch Tim McGraw! :)

• I'm out of randoms, I guess. Everyone have a great weekend!! *smooches*

• Special *smooches* for Zombs and Carey today!

Letter from my daughter...

Backstory: Recently, both my children had the same field trip coming up. I wanted to volunteer, but had to choose one class to go with. I decided that my son's class needed the help, since it only had one parent volunteer, whereas my daughter's had at least 8. After making my decision known, my DD decided I then "owed" her. I don't really agree, but here's the letter I found the morning after my decision was made, placed on my chair...

Mom <--written on the outside

"All things to make the Monterey Bay "thing" up to me" <--titled

1. We could get away for a weekend (just us) and shop, see movies, or get our nails done.

2. You could get me a pink razor cell phone.

3. You could re-decorate my room.

4. You could take me to the mall, on a school day.

5. You could let me shave (legs only). <--as if she has anything else to shave, lol

So far, there is only one out of the five things that I'll consider. Any guesses?

So something came up...

...and now I have a question for you. Do you remember what age you were when you "learned" about sex? What grade were you in when your friends started talking about it? My DD recently told me that a boy in her grade (6th) brought a condom to school. *sigh* Also, I spent Friday with both the kids' classes, going to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, and I must admit, it was a strong reminder to me of how much the pre-teen years sucked. All the girls seemed to like the same clueless boy, and one girl ended up crying after hearing how he was going to ask another girl out. Oh the drama! I heard the phrase "holy snap!!" so many times I wanted to rip my ears off. (like every time someone saw a fish, "holy snap!!")

Anyhow, so I was wondering about what my kids were likely hearing in school about sex already, and I want to be prepared.

Here's the list of questions;

1. When did you start hearing kids referring to sex, often?
2. When did they start using profane terms, instead of "sex"?
3. When were you allowed to wear make up?
4. When were you allowed to start shaving?
5. What age were you allowed to start having a BF or GF?

MM's tips for...

Achieving a high level of smuttiness...

You must start practicing while very young. Trashy high-heels (especially white, after labor day) heavy jewelry, flashy hats and sexy shawls are all very important. Also...

...start applying make-up while in elementary school. Blue eye-shadow and Farrah Fawcett hair is a must. You cannot wear too much blush. Lipstick is mandatory. Practice making "kissy" faces in the mirror. Train other young girls (or your younger brother if that is all that's available) to do the same. Before you know it...

Voila! A Smuttress is born!

Sometimes it's a good thing...

when you have nothing to update about. I've been insanely busy, but not had much to report back here, and now, finally...I can update because I have all kinds of complaints and whines and stuff. *grin* Also, a couple new pics! (sorry, while I've been helping my mom clean out closets and whatnot, I've been finding some neat pictures). Bear with me.

So, I'll start with Saturday. We went on our annual family day trip to the local apple farm. It has lots of stops along the drive, with crafts and of course apples. I have no idea why we go, as none of us particularly love apples, or crafts, but hey, it's tradition. We go with another family, and in total there were 16 of us. I finally came clean to the mom (friends of my parents, who's daughters were my friends, as kids) that I had lied to her when I was a teenager. The guilt has been following me, and it felt good to admit it to her. She laughed it off, so it was all good. :)

On Sunday I was supposed to go to dinner with a friend of mine, but my older brother decided that it was time to really cut her loose (they had dated for a couple months and then he slowly broke it off with her, without ever really explaining). She was in no mood after that. I felt really bad for her, as she was still very much in love with DB. It needed to be done, though. Anyhow, so I was all dressed up with no place to go. I ended up driving way out to my brother's friends house (I've blogged about going there before...) and I was late to the party. I ended up going through her old pictures and even stole one (shhhh!) of a guy I kind of dated a long time ago. After everyone had left, her DH and I were cleaning the mess and Jennifer (the wife) was in the other room with her toddler. When I finally went in there to get my stuff to go, it was just in time to see her son pull a very tall bar stool down on himself. It got him right across the head. I felt completely panicked inside because I didn't know what to do. Jennifer picked him up and whisked him into another room (so the crying wouldn't wake her sleeping DD) and the husband walked in to find out what had happened. I explained quickly and then said. "I'm just going to get going now...". I was thinking I didn't want to be in the way, as they clearly had issues to deal with. Later, I felt horrible, thinking perhaps it was rude? Should I have stayed and offered help?

I found out today that they ended up having to go to the Emergency Room, and he had a concussion. Was it ok for me to leave, or should I have hung around in the living room, to see how he was? I feel horrible! BTW, my brother told Alex (the dad) that I had expressed regret for leaving, and Alex said it was ok, that there would have been nothing I could have done. Still, I feel awful about it.

I have to admit though, the idea of staying there any later just sounded horrible to me. I really needed to get going when I did, and on the bright side, as I was coming, I saw several shooting stars.

I am too tired to vent about my mother tonight. Maybe another time. I'm also too tired to share the letter my DD left for me tonight, and the fact that having twins is so hard sometimes, because I can only be in one place at a time, and sometimes, (make that always) field trips happen on the same day, damnit. I had to choose one, and it sucks. :(

Oh, here's a whine. *&%^$%<# blogger won't let me upload my pics.

*kicks everything around me*
*pout*

Puffy's Stolen Meme

1. If my life were a drinking game, everyone would do a shot when...

I laugh out loud, all by myself.

I amuse myself, really, as I do really stupid things, all the time. I jump at my own shadow, trip over things that are right where they should be, (and have always been), etc. So, everytime I laugh at my own stupidity, everyone takes a shot. :)

2. The Rat Packer I most identify with is: A) Frank Sinatra; B) Sammy Davis Jr; C) Dean Martin; or D) Peter Lawford

Huh? You mean the BRAT pack? Oh, easy. Ally Sheedy. *smile*

3. The first famous person I liked was:

Hmm. First serious crush was Joey McIntyre, from New Kids On The Block. Besides my first crush, I'd have to say Joe Montana. He was the first famous person I was fully aware of, I think.

4. If I had to gain 30 pounds, I would eat:

*looks at current diet* Heh.
Umm, pasta, bread, popcorn. Carbs, basically.

5. Choose one: A) The Rolling Stones; B) The Beatles (nuff said)

6. The person I'm mistaken for most often is:

The lady who actually works there.

7. Pick a Jessica: A) Jessica Alba; B) Jessica Biel; C)Jessica Simpson; D)Jessica Tandy

Freakin' hot. Jessica Biel is beautiful, too, Jessica Alba does it for me more. Jessica Simpson? Blech.

8. The worst advice I've ever received:

"Don't worry, pulling out is good enough".

9. After a long day, I like to kick back with: A) Martini; B) Cold Beer; C) Pinot Noir; or D) Chamomile Tea

E. Malibu and Coke. Will I ever grow tired of it?

10. The most underrated overrated performer is:

Either Jim Carey or Robin Williams. They overact, IMO. I won't even think about "singers" right now. Yeesh!



11. The thing I've wanted to buy but am just too embarrassed to purchase:

Hah. Like I'd say it here!

12. My porn name is: __________________(childhood pet + street you grew up on)

Smokey Sheldon

My Secret Identity

Yes, now you know my secret. *grin* If only my mother had taught me how to hold my tummy in. *frown* In this pic, I am around 5 years old and my brother is 6. We were going to try to fly off the roof that night, but our plan was foiled by my father. (we had little capes made out of towels and everything)

In this picture, I wanted to show off the lovely furnishings of the late 70's (this is for you Carey, a trip down memory lane *smirk*). Notice the carpet, the old Kirby vacuum cleaner, and the awesome sleepwear we are sporting. I am 7 here, and the baby is my younger (obviously) brother.






Last, but not least, is the costume party picture. Little brother appears to be around 3, so that makes me 10 years old. Back then, I was wearing white legitimately. *grin* (thank god)

Ok, that was my little trip down memory lane. I found these pics at my mom's house today, and brought them home and scanned them. Thanks for letting me share.

I'd *love* to see pics of you guys, from childhood, if anyone wants to share them. EmilyRugburn's always cracks me up. :)

I suck (among other things)

Sorry for disappearing from my own blog. I was so freaking busy the last few days, that I am embarrassed to admit, I haven't even cleaned the carpet with the wax on it. Frankly, I'm not sure I can find the spot, now. While it was still hot, we stepped on paper towels to soak it up, and that might have gotten it all....

Ok, strike that, I *just* checked, and after feeling around the carpet, there is one little spot that is kinda firmer than the rest of the carpet. That must be it. *sigh* Well, I'll try the iron trick first, followed by the goof-off, to remove any left over residue.

Oh hey, anyone who saw Little Miss Sunshine, *and* watches Grey's Anatomy, could you tell me if the little girl with superpowers was Olive, from the movie? It looked like her, to me.

Well, this weekend I helped my mom have a garage sale. It was huge, and she made over $400. In the end, we boxed up everything that was left over and are sending it to Goodwill. I am so proud of her for being able to let it all go.

I sold almost every single VHS movie that my kids had. All the Disney movies, and PBS shows and whatnot, for 50 cents each. I saved Toy Story 1 & 2, as well as Lion King 1 & 2, along with a couple others. They just never watch movies anymore, and also, sadly, DVD's are now more predominant, and easier to use than the tapes.

Last fun fact for the day: I drove home almost completely naked on Saturday night. *grin* Mom and I got in the hot tub late Saturday, and by the time I got out, I simply didn't feel up to dressing, so I drove home with only a bathrobe on. You can bet your bum I stopped completely at every stop sign, for fear of getting pulled over, lol.

Have *you* ever driven nekkid, or semi-clothed?

Thrift store finds... (and other stuff)

Went to a thrift store yesterday with a friend, and found some good stuff! I got a DKNY corduroy, knee length maroon skirt ($5), a pair of new Mary Janes with a small heel for DD ($7),
a really nice fall looking purse, in beige and brown ($3) and a small, Shabby Chic tea-lite candle lamp ($2). I love finding good deals like that!

Know what I hate, though? When I go to Dictionary.com and type in a word like oh, I don't know tealite just to see if I'm spelling it correctly, and the prompt says, "did you mean tea lite?" So I click on that, and then it says, "No results found for tea lite". WTF? Why does it ask you (all condescendingly, IMO) if you meant something else, only to knock that down, too? Happens all the time. I just can't help but picture a little voice asking all sweetly, "did you mean...?" and then turning sour and mean and saying, "No you effing idiot, you spelled it so wrong we don't even have what we think might be the correct spelling!"

OK, that was my rant. I'm done. Unless I start in on the fact that my darling son knocked a large burning candle off the computer desk this evening, and the result is candle wax *everywhere* including the carpet on the floor. *double sigh*

One more thing, HBO has a show right now called Kama Sutra. Pass on it, it's horrifically stupid. ;-)

Little Miss Sunshine

Anyone seen it? I saw it twice. I don't want to give it away, but there is one scene that makes the movie worth the $10, IMO. I saw it the first time late on Friday night, all alone. Just felt like getting out, and needed the breather from kids and DH. I haven't done that since Brokeback Mountain, and in both cases, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I recommend everyone do it sometime.

Then tonight, after working for my mother at her office *groan* I took her to see it, too. She laughed so hard (during the scene I love) and I would have been embarrassed, had the other four people there not been laughing as hard.

Which reminds me, when you go to the movies, are you very careful to be quiet? I get all uptight, and shush everyone I'm with. You can't open candy wrappers unless it's a loud moment in the movie, and you can't laugh too loud, and god forbid you try to talk to me, lest the other people hear and get mad.
I'm just concerned about the other people. Ack. Why do I feel all defensive now? Don't you get mad at people for being too noisy in the theater? I can guarantee, it's never me making the noise. :)

Sex in a Model Home?

I recently had reason to think about sex in model homes. I was going through some, and saw something. Maybe I'm perverted, but what I saw made me think someone had been scrumping in the master bathroom tub. And why not? If there were nobody else there that day, can you imagine wanting to? Except for the fear that there might be tiny cameras installed, just for this reason, I bet it happens more often than we realize.

Any thoughts on it? Have you ever done it? Would you consider it?

Bonus hypothetical question (completely unrelated to first topic)

Is there a law against duct taping a child's mouth shut? I mean, if the child agreed, and thought it would be fun, and the added benefit was that you wouldn't have to listen to the obnoxious 11 year old boy's mouth going constantly, would it be ok? Hypothetically, I mean.

Short update

Hi guys! I've missed you all, though from the looks of things, blogland has been kinda quiet. Where is everyone? Do we need to do a roll call? Raise your hand if you are here, please (and yes, that means YOU).

Well, I did my weekend thing with my friend. :) I gained forty pounds. Not kidding, we ate until we were *stuffed*! We ate too much, drank a bottle of rum, laughed, watched movies, went shopping, played online, slept in, read magazines ...we just had a blast. We decided to do it every six months. The room we stayed in was awesome. It had a kitchen, a huge bathroom (where we took a bubble bath together) and even had the coolest alarm clock ever. It had a light thing that shot the time onto the ceiling, so during the night, you could just glance up, instead of looking at the clock. Very neat! Anyways, I'm still busy working on some projects, but I'll be around, keeping an eye on everyone. *squinty eyes*

p.s. just kidding about the bubble bath. We are good friends and all, but...heh.

This weekend...

This weekend, my best friend and I are going to be spending Saturday and Sunday together. I think we're planning on shopping, movies, drinking and eating out. She's the one I go see every so often for dinner. I'm super excited, since it's been a long time since we've done anything like this. :)

Next week, I have a lot going on, and probably won't be around the blogs much. I'll check back in when things are looking better, here.

Have fun while I'm gone, guys!

In the news

(links included)


Two things that caught my eye recently, is the discovery of a walking shark (pictured). It is my absolute worst nightmare! lol!
As a cryptozoology enthusiast, I was particularly intrigued because it just goes to show, new discoveries are *always* being made. Just wait. Bigfoot and Nessie will be along shortly. ;-)

Another interesting article was about the first ever penis transplant (not pictured). "The patient finally decided to give up the treatment because of the wife's psychological rejection, as well as the swollen shape of the transplanted penis".

Hmm. So if these were to become commonplace, how many men would go on the donor list, do you think? And could you get used to the idea of having someone else's appendage (umm, on you or *ahem* in you)?

In the closet

I'm curious. I want to know about your closets. I just got done (well, not quite done, but almost) with helping my mom go through a bunch of her clothes. She is out of control. Do you know what dickies are? Well, she had probably a hundred of them! There was NO limit on what she would buy, if she liked it, or thought it would look good. It didn't help that she had a couple different sizes in the wardrobe, that she had to save "just in case" she went either up or down. It was insane.

So, can you share?....

1. Do you have a walk-in closet?
2. Do you keep a dresser in the closet, or just hanging clothes?
3. How many pairs of jeans do you own?
4. How many pairs of shoes?
5. Do you keep winter and summer clothes all together, or separated?
6. Do you share clothes with you SO?
7. Would you ever buy secondhand clothes?
8. Do you keep more than one size, or get rid of clothes as needed?

Fun stuff :)

Ok, here's two fun things for you, today. One is an IQ test they use in Japan, and the other is a link to a parody of James Blunt's song, You're Beautiful. Enjoy!

First, here are the directions; (Good luck, this sucker is hard!)

Click on link, then click on blue circle. Use the rules below.

"Everybody has to cross the river".
The following rules apply:
Only 2 persons on the raft at a time
The father can not stay with any of the daughters without their mother's presence
The mother can not stay with any of the sons without their father's presence
The thief (striped shirt) can not stay with any family member if the Policeman is not there
Only the Father, the Mother and the Policeman know how to operate the raft
To start click on the big blue circle on the right.
To move the people click on them. To move the raft click on the pole on the opposite side of the river.

(what's so funny, is that I was able to do this thing twice, but on the third try, couldn't do it again. It's hard!)

Link to IQ test

Now, here's the link that should make you LYAO, if you've ever worked in an office enviroment like this...

My Cubicle

P.S. Who watched Dancing with the Stars, tonight? So far, I was impressed with Emmitt Smith (that was him, right?) and Willa Ford. Need to finish it later (had to TiVo it). Can't wait to see Mario!

Also, for those who watched the BB finale *waves to Nutz* :P
did you think it was mean to humiliate Erika like that, or did you think she had it coming? I sure wasn't rooting for Boogie, but man, after hearing Erika imply that *she* was the real puppetmaster, I was happy to see her lose. :)

Bad News Blog *sigh*

Gosh, I miss the funner times, here. Well, here are a couple of updates. I talked to my cousin tonight, and let her know about her niece's myspace account. She said her sister knew there was one, but had never seen it. She said since the account had not been active in over a month, she would likely not mention it to her sister. I guess that's it then. She didn't seem nearly shocked or appalled enough, IMO.

I don't know if I mentioned it here before, but on the Sunday before Labor day, there was a motorcycle / truck accident on the major cross-street, near my neighborhood. DH was taking the kids over to my parent's house, and they passed the scene, before any help had arrived. The kids saw the cyclist, on the ground, with blood all over his head. They were quite disturbed by what they saw. I assumed that the man had lived, based on the fact that there was no make-shift memorial set up. That Tuesday, DD found out that the man was the father of one of her friends at school. He had survived the accident, and they were asked to draw pictures for him,while he was in the hospital. Today, she came from home school and told me that it was announced he died yesterday. I am just heartbroken for the little girl, and her mother. I have no idea if there is anything I can do. *sigh*

Um, so some good news? I made a yummy dinner tonight. My DH and kids are going to a baseball game on Thursday. :) Thursday will be a good day. I can feel it. *grin*

Does anyone have anything good to share here, to brighten up my sullen blog?

Myspace.com

Dilemma. I recently discovered that my cousin's 13 year old daughter has a Myspace account, that is very inappropriate for her age. She presents herself as a 17 year old who says "im fucking sexi....i will suck ALL the seamen out of you". Can you believe that this is what a young girl is writing? She also wrote somewhere in the profile, "lol i like to FUCK the t.v...does anyone think thats sexi???" I can't believe, that at 13 years old, she would say things like that. There is even more, and it's all just as disturbing. There are also photos of herself, and though all are fully clothed, many are kind of seductive looking. Go figure. *sigh*

The account has been inactive since June sometime, when the last comment was left for her. It doesn't look like she still visits the sight, but her pics are still up, and now I am left wondering how to proceed. Her mother (my cousin) and I, have had a *very* tumultuous relationship, and I don't even have her contact info. My other cousin (the mother's sister) and I are closer, and I am thinking of calling her to make sure someone knows about this. Is that what I should do? My only concern is that my cousin (13 year olds mother) would resent me very much for being the one to bring this to her attention. I have reason to believe that she may even already know about this account, since it was after SHE mentioned it to my brother (in passing) and he looked it up online himself. But if she knew, would she leave pics of her DD on the internet?? He wasn't sure when she mentioned it, if it was something she was aware of, or something that was more of a concern (hypothetically). Anyways, what do I do?

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Also, because it's 9/11, I wanted to do (or say) something, in memory of that day, and those whose lives were taken. It's been fairly easy, being here on the west coast, to "move on" and distance my reality from that time. It has been good, though very hard emotionally, to be reminded of it. The thread on OT has a link to a 911 phone call, and even though it was prefaced with a warning, I thought I could listen to it. Be warned, it is VERY disturbing. I had an emotional and physical reaction to it, and it left me upset for quite a while. I am glad. I needed to be reminded. Some people live with the reminder every. single. day., and I can't imagine how difficult that must be. I was fortunate enough to not have been "personally" affected, by losing friends or family, but as a human, how can I not be affected? Anyways, my thoughts and heart are with all who were lost, all who were touched personally, and every other American who felt the effects of that day.

Friday already?

Wow, this week flew by. Unlike most people, I actually don't love the weekends. It means my house is full, noisy and messier than usual. It means everything I do (or don't do) will be noticed. *sigh* What a whiner I am. This Saturday, I will be watching my cousins two daughters. I have no idea how to keep them occupied. I usually pick things that cost money (movies, shopping, eating out, etc.) but this time, I want to be smart and stay in. We'll see how long I keep my resolve on that.

Last night, I went to a friends house for dinner. I brought Panera soup for the two of us. It was alright, but her two kids were quite the handful. I don't like being hit by a three year old, and then patted on my boobs as he observes that I have some. His mom said he's obsessed with them lately, lol.
We went through some old photos of hers, from back when we were teenagers. It was fun to reminisce. :) One thing that caught me off guard though, was that she had some photos of herself, in a bra and panties, that she had her cousin (female) take of her, when she was around 13 - 14 years old. Is that normal? *boggle* I was there pretty late, and by the time I got home, I was spent.

Oh, here's one last thought. What is with certain expressions? What do they mean? They annoy the hell out of me, though I use them too, lol.

It is what it is. ? (what is it?)

At the end of the day? (gotta love Dr. Will)

Another I hate,

Hang in there. (as opposed to what?)

If I can do it, you can do it. (so not true, usually)

Which title?

"Why I feel sick"?

"Why I said Fuck"?

"Why my DH is a moron"?

OR,

"Why my cat must die"?

It doesn't really matter which title, because the facts remain the same. I am awake (barely) sitting at the computer desk, which is right next to the living room windows. I have already opened the blinds. It's quiet, and peaceful. *smiling* Oh Wait! Not so!! There is a noise right next next to me, near the window. I glance over, and whatever the fuck it is, has not only made a pretty big plopping noise, it is now hanging onto one of the blinds (two inch wood kind). I can see flesh colored legs. I am thinking "camel spider". It's got to be effing huge, from the noise it made when it fell. The legs are giant. Nevermind that it has toes on the legs, or that camel spiders don't live here in California, irrational fears don't stop and evaluate the facts, very often, at least not for me. So, without having seen the body yet, I yell, "fuck!" and back away from the desk. As I do so, the freaking huge TREE FROG starts climbing the window. How the hell did a tree frog get in here?? I call DH, and calmly *smirk* tell him what's going on. At first, he sounds all surprised. "Really? A frog??" Then he says, "I wonder if it's the same one ..." I interupt him and say "yes! If you know anything about a frog being in the house, it's the same one". (since I've never seen one in the house before today) He says, "Ohhh, I'm sorry, I took it away from the cat and put it in the trash can". *insert me making an "are you completely insane, face, here*

So yeah, what's a frog going to do, you think, when sitting in a trash can? It's going to climb out and scare the living shit out of your wife, dumbass! *rolls eyes*

So, I slide open the screenless window, and wait for the frog to crawl out. Poor thing was out pretty quick. He was lucky to be alive really. I have sympathy for frogs, because I know they're harmless. I hate seeing one get killed. I must say though, that even with all the sympathy in the world, I still can't stand to touch one, or be near it. I would not have been able to pick it up this morning, had it been on the floor, or anywhere else. We were both lucky it was already on the window. *deep sigh* Now, my shoulders are tense, and frankly, I almost threw up afterwards. Ick. For a tree frog, it was huge.

Almost forgot to add, DH said when he was getting it from the cat, the frog must have peed in the cats mouth, because the cat started smacking it's mouth, making a funny face. LOL! Serves him right!