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  • Wow, is it just me, or is xanga moving super slow today? 

    This weekend was eventful. Poor Jess had the most ups and downs this
    weekend of her young life, I think.  First of all, she had that
    school ski trip that had gotten cancelled a couple months back...Friday
    was the make up day for that...she had a BLAST she said...even pushed
    up snow with her skis sideways when she stopped...came home VERY
    excited, wants to go back ASAP.  So then I take her to the local
    Chinese buffet and stuff her til she's about to pop...then take her to
    the 30 hr famine at the church.  (by the way, she raised $160.00
    for the hungry-$1 a day is supposed to be able to feed 1 child a
    day)  Friday night she was going strong...Saturday I had to pick
    her up to take her to Jr. Badge Day.  She looked horrible. 
    She's as pale as a sheet anyway, being the albino that she is
    (exaggeration, people...my kid is just WHITE as can be! You've seen her
    pics...she may glow in the dark in the wintertime) anyway, this kid is
    almost transluscent at this point...(25 hrs no food) big black bags
    under her eyes, just looking horrible.  Get to Badge day (and
    please note, I didn't want her to go to this GS thing anyway-we were
    severely pressured by the leader) and the
    first thing they wanted her group to do was macrame.  A tough
    thing to do when you do have your wits with you...almost impossible
    when the instruction sucked and your brain is not there...I went over
    to Jess at one point (maybe about 10 min into it) to give her a hand,
    saw water spots on her pants leg...she was crying.  Little silent
    tears.  Poor baby.  I just asked
    her if she wanted to go back to the church, and she all but ran out of
    there.  Just too much for her, I think...they had a huge dinner at
    the church that night for them, though...Jess said she gorged 'til she
    had to pop the button on her jeans!   
    After the famine, she went to the Girl Scout sleepover and the High
    School Frolics (talent show)...so once again, kiddo had a double
    sleepover weekend...didn't I say we weren't gonna do these anymore?
    Jess actually said she didn't want to do it again either.  And,
    yes, she's home today...I let her sleep in...she does have a sore
    throat and a cough. 

    We went to the monster truck jam...interesting.  Jason loved it,
    and we took my little nephew A (he's 9)...they thought it was
    awesome.  We were WAY the heck up there...in the last hour we
    decided to cheat a little and went down to the bottom level and stood
    and watched.  THEN it was kinda cool...Don't really wanna go back
    again, but hubby's already talking about buying tickets for next year
    and getting them for the bottom level.  Yeagh.

    Well, Jason is desperate to go to the Y...me, not so much. Sigh. I guess my butt'll thank me for it later, right?    Well, ya'll take care and have a fantastic Monday!
                          

                               

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    Welp, hubby's home sick today with the flu...Jason started sounding
    croupie last night...Jess has a little cough, but has skiing today, the
    famine tonight with an overnighter and a Fire Up concert, girl scouts
    tomorrow + the famine until 5:30 p.m, then straight to a girl scout
    meeting/overnighter...so guaranteed she'll be sick by Monday, too. I'm
    having sinus issues, BUT I:M NOT SICK! You hear me body?  You're
    NOT SICK. Grrr...Plus it's just that time to be super grouchy
    anyhow....stupid sicknesses.  Hubby invited me to snuggle next to
    him last night upstairs as he was watching a movie -Transporter 2, I
    think it was.  I told him NO.  I just want to be alone, sip
    my tea, and watch Survivor..and then my TiVo'ed American Idol. 
    Alone.  And it was nice. 
                 
              
    Did I totally call who was getting cut last night on AI?  I think
    I did...maybe not on my blog, but in someone elses comments, right
    FlimFlam?  Wish attitude chick was going though...can't STAND
    her.  All posing and crap all the time....someone needs to smack
    her.  (did I mention I was grouchy? Geez!)  I'm worried about
    gray haired guy...hope he makes it far. He should, based on talent
    alone, but if hormonal teens are voting, he won't make the "look"
    cut.  I dunno, I just know I'll buy his album even if he doesn't
    make final 12, cause I think he's gonna get snapped up.  Rocker
    chick looked ticked off when Ryan said her name, didn't she? 
    Rolled her eyes and everything...big baby.  (grouch)  Done
    talking about AI...onto Survivor.  Not that interesting last
    night, really...though whatsisface did find the immunity
    idol...hmmm...was hoping Bruce would find it...kinda obvious clues,
    though...only after the 4th search, it got found...too easy. 
    Yeah, just not that great a show last night. 

    Jas is wanting the computer, and I'm lazy today and just don't wanna
    deal with the whining, so, ya'll have a great weekend!  Hope we
    all get better before the monster truck thing!!!


    A PMS Guide

    DANGEROUS: "What's for dinner?"
    SAFER: "Can I help you with dinner?"
    SAFEST: "Where would you like to go for dinner?"

    DANGEROUS: "Are you wearing THAT?"
    SAFER: "Gee, you look good in brown."
    SAFEST: "Wow! Look at you!"

    DANGEROUS: "What are you so worked up about?"
    SAFER: "Could we be overreacting?"
    SAFEST: "Here's fifty dollars."

    DANGEROUS: "Should you be eating that?"
    SAFER: "You know, there are a lot of apples left."
    SAFEST: "Can I get you a glass of wine with that?"

    DANGEROUS: "What did you DO all day?"
    SAFER: "I hope you didn't overdo today."
    SAFEST: "I've always loved you in that robe."

     READ UP ON THAT MEN!!!!

    Here's another good one:


    PMS and Lightbulbs

    Q. How many women with PMS does it take to screw in a light bulb?

    A.
    One. ONE!! And do you know WHY it only takes ONE? Because no one else
    in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb. They don't even know
    the bulb is BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for
    THREE DAYS before they figured it OUT. And once they figured it out
    they wouldn't be able to find the light bulbs despite the fact that
    they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past SEVENTEEN YEARS. But if
    they did, by some miracle, find the light bulbs, TWO DAYS LATER the
    chair that they dragged from two rooms over to stand on to change the
    STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH
    IT WOULD BE THE CRUMPLED WRAPPER THE STUPID LIGHT BULBS CAME IN. WHY???
    BECAUSE NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A
    WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12
    FEET DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! THE HOUSE!!! IT
    WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS........

    Can I have an amen?

    Took a quiz....thanks kpsmom3!

    Cheer Bear
    You're
    the Care Bear cheerleader! Your spunky personality and optimisim lifts
    everyone's spirit. Though you want everyone to be happy, you stand your
    ground on issues you feel strongly about and this can bring disunity
    among your friends. Despite this, you are a true believer in working
    together.


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    EDIT:  Who just watched their American Idol tonight?  Me, me, me!  Yeah, he can be my daddy, alright!!!!
    And you KNOW who I'm talkin' about, ladies!  And the Bon Jovi
    singer...ROCKED...loved him...and my personal favorite:  who I
    hope will go ALL THE WAY...go gray haired dude!!!!  Totally the
    best, all round...and Simon took back the barb...AWESOME!

    Howdy, all!  Sorry it's been so long...the time that I
    normally used for xanga, I've been going to water aerobics and actually
    getting off my butt!  Yeagh, me!! (20 lbs down, now, by the way! )  Felt I should update, though, missin' all my buddies!!!! 

    Our anniversary was FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!  We had SO much fun! 
    Ditched the kids (and I mean that in a nice, loving way, of course )
    around 2:00 (Jess to a friends house, and Jason to his best buds house
    for his very first sleepover...and she took pics...I knew I loved her
    for some reason!!!)  then went out to
    Hazelwood, Mo to go to The Mills.  Only the coolest mall
    EVER.  No, it doesn't have a rollercoaster...and that's fine by
    me...it DID have an indoor putt putt that glowed in the dark, an indoor
    go cart racetrack, virtual Nascar, laser tag, and a huge jungle gym in
    the middle if we take the kids there.  We spent the first 2-3
    hours just walking around checking out what there was there...then
    played putt-putt (where we played for certain...ahem...favors...(gotta
    keep it interesting, don'tcha know!), then left for dinner in
    Clayton...at this MOST AWESOME Japanese restaurant...SO
    YUMMY!!!!!!!  Since we have been stateside, have never found
    another place that has even come close to the real thing...this was the
    closest...hubby and I even ordered 2 bowls each of their Miso soup...so
    good. THEN we decided to drive over to St. Charles to see Underworld
    Evolution...pretty good.  Especially if you like LOTS of violence
    and nudity....not really up my alley, but the story line was
    alright.  We wanted to catch the local comedy show at the Funny
    Bone, but would have arrived 15 minutes late, and as we all know, you
    just DON'T walk in late for one of those, unless you want to spend the
    next 45 minutes being ridiculed by the comedian.  Which I
    didn't.  We wound up not hittin' the hay until about 2 a.m. that
    morning (YAWN), and then the stupid cat's decided it was time for us to
    wake up at 6:30 a.m.  Stupid cats.  We didn't get the kids
    back 'til 12:30.  We stayed busy.    Naw, we really did. He played his vidio game, and I finished categorizing my Ipod. We're so married sometimes. 

    Saturday is the Monster Truck thingie....hence the song...still haven't
    told Jason.  Figure I'll give him a pair of ear plugs, and
    surprise 'im....hee hee.....

    I'm gonna go ahead and post this for now...I'll do edits in a little bit...gotta get li'l guy off to school!

     

    EDIT:  Told ya'll I'd be back!!!  There's no funnies yet, no
    purty pictures, c'mon...I wouldn't leave ya not smiling when you leave
    my site!!! 
    Monday took the kids to see a movie...I let Jess invite a friend, and
    for the first time, I let her and her friend go into a separate theater
    from me.  Worked out perfectly time wise...I put them in their
    movie, went to mine and Jason's, and then we got out 15 minutes before
    they did.  I FULLY trust the friend she went with, too...so had
    that extra little boost of confidence they'd be OK.  Anyhow, they
    went to see Nanny McPhee...Jess wasn't that impressed, her friend
    seemed to like it, but she's way polite and would say rotten cheese was
    yummy if she thought I'd worked on it to please her.  Always says
    "yes ma'am, no ma'am, Ma'am?"  LOVE her. Thankfully, this is her
    best friend...Jason and I went to see Curious George.  I LOVED
    IT!!!!!!!!   Such a sweet, simple movie...then again, I think
    Teletubbies are awesome, too...but this movie really was good.  I
    fully recommend taking your little ones to it...I even think Jess and
    her friend would have enjoyed it.  Jason got some good belly
    laughs out of it, I got quite a few chuckles...just go see it already!
                                                

    OK...that's about all in my life right now...need to make some phone
    calls anyway...Jess is doing the 30 hr famine at our church this
    weekend, and need to figure out this weekends schedule to work around
    this...(30 hr famine is the youth basically eating nothing for 30 hrs,
    drinking water and gatorade and juice, and getting sponsors from the
    neighborhood to raise funds for feeding the hungry...last year they
    raised $8,000)  So talk atcha all later!
                                       
    gotta run!      

    ~~~~~

    OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES



    Kids are asked questions about marriage...and, OH! how they answered!!

    How do you decide who to marry?

    • "You got to find somebody who likes the
      same stuff. Like if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she
      should keep the chips and dip coming."  Alan, age 10

    • "No person really decides before they grow
      up who they're going to marry.  God decides it all way before, and you get to find
      out later who you're stuck with."  Kirsten, age 10

    What is the right age to get married?

    • "Twenty-three is the best age because you
      know the person FOREVER by then."  Camille, age 10

    • "No age is good to get married at. You got
      to be a fool to get married."  Freddie, age 6

    How can a stranger tell if two people are
    married?

    • "Married people usually look happy to talk
      to other people." Eddie, age 6

    • "You might have to guess, based on whether
      they seem to be yelling at the same kids." Derrick, age 8

    What do you think your Mom and Dad have
    in common?

    • "Both don't want no more kids." Lori,
      age 8

    What do most people do on a date?

    • "Dates are for having fun, and people
      should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen
      long enough."  Lynnette, age 8

    • "On the first date, they just tell each
      other lies, and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date."
        Martin, age 10

    What would you do on a first date that
    was turning sour?

    • "I'd run home and play dead. The next day I
      would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead
      columns." Craig, age 9

    When is it OK to kiss someone?

    • "When they're rich."  Pam, age 7

    • "The law says you have to be eighteen, so I
      wouldn't want to mess with that."  Curt, age 7

    • "The rule goes like this: if you kiss
      someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to
      do".  Howard, age 8

    Is it better to be single or married?

    • "I don't know which is better, but I'll
      tell you one thing. I'm never going to have sex with my wife. I don't want to be all
      grossed out." Theodore, age 8

    • "It's better for girls to be single but not
      for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them." Anita, age 9

    • "Single is better, for the simple reason
      that I wouldn't want to change no diapers. Of course, if I did get married, I'd just phone
      my mother and have her come over for some coffee and diaper changing." Kirsten, age
      10

    How would the world be different if
    people didn't get married?

    • "There sure would be a lot of kids to
      explain, wouldn't there?" Kelvin, age 8

    • "You can be sure of one thing - the boys
      would come chasing after us just the same as they do now."  Roberta, age 7

    How would you make a marriage work?

    • "If you want to last with your man, you
      should wear a lot of sexy clothes, especially underwear that is red and maybe has a few
      diamonds on it."  Lori, age 8

    • "Tell your wife that she looks pretty even
      if she looks like a truck."  Ricky, age 10


  • Well, I have officially filled my Ipod...and there's still LOTS more I
    want to put on there!!!  I'm just too eclectic in my music tastes,
    I guess...country, golden oldies (had to put golden, 'cause someone
    said my 80's rock was CLASSIC oldies!!!!  ...sorry,
    I don't quite think I'm a classic oldie yet!!!), 80's metal, heck,
    anything 80's...it's pretty much all good...classical, opera, just
    kinda depends what mood I'm in, ya know?  Just can't stand heavy
    rap, techno, or the heavy metal nowadays.  Too noisy.  Guess
    I AM old...

    Life has been good, though today was a little scary.  Jason had a
    PK field trip to a local kids fun place (actually over in
    Edwardsville)...ended at 2:15..me and Jas decide to not caravan with
    everyone else and play at the park nearby for awhile...clouds start
    rolling in a little bit, we go ahead and leave...I see a DMV on the
    way, so I stop (I lost my drivers license a few months ago, but dread
    going to the DMV that's close to us...usually 1-2 hrs wait), this one
    had no line, but they were S L O W.  Meanwhile, the clouds keep
    rolling, we walk out, drivers license in hand, need to actually switch
    my sunglasses for regulars
    'cause it's so dark outside.  So we're driving home (30 min away),
    and it starts raining a little bit..the sirens then go off, the PA
    telling everyone to take shelter immediately...we're STUCK IN
    TRAFFIC!  Hail starts hitting HARD, wind, rain, hail going almost
    horizontal to the car...finally get to a place I can turn off (actually
    a church...thank you GOD!!!), and wait it out...Definitely
    scary...Jason, of course, thought it was cool.  THEN I'm trying to
    drive home, miss my turn off, and wind up on dead man's row in E. St.
    Louis, you know, driving by Hollywood, Hustler Club, the Love Shack,
    etc...boarded over windows in houses, boarded over windows in the
    school...then miss the turn off to get off of THAT road, and have to
    turn around at the state prison.  NOT A FUN DRIVE, let me tell you.

    Survivor's tonight...Yeagh!  How stupid were the older ladies that
    first go round?  Totally screwed themselves out of the whole game,
    didn't they?  That logger-lady is probably laughing her head off
    at them!  American Idol- so sad little cowboy didn't make 
    the cut...I was really rootin' for him...but GLAD gray haired guy and
    rough, bald, edgy dude made it...and that hot Ace to boot!    Amazing Race starts next Tuesday...Tv's gettin' good, but I am SO behind on my TiVo!!!  Just no time...

    Saturday is our 13th anniversary...my plans wound up falling through on the bed and breakfast...they were booked.   
    That was the whole reason I bid on that stupid package, was for our
    anniversary.  Boo to them.  We'll just use it later this
    summer for a cool night for the kids...they love staying in
    hotels.  So, we're farming the kids out all day Sat., overnight,
    getting them back probably around noon on Sun.  Can we say "gonna
    have us some FUN?"  Actually planning on going to The Mills over
    in St. Louis, and playing there most of the day...they have indoor put
    put, racing cars, ice skating rink, movie theater, gonna be fun just
    getting to PLAY with him again...don't get to really do that
    alot.  Then, we're going to this fancy shmancy Japanese restaurant
    that has REAL Japanese food...(we officially fell in love in
    Japan)...may go to the boats after, we'll see.  I can't stand all
    the smoke in there, and am just not a big gambler.  Could care
    less, actually.  But we're gonna have a great time!!! (I'm so
    excited!!!)

    That's about it, I think...I know I said I'd talk about past loves on
    V-day...but I think my Ipod took precedence...and I do consider them
    important, after all, they are who led me to who I have as my
    husband  today, and helped me to be who I am...so quick thanks to
    these guys:
    RS:  for being my first puppy love in elementary school...do you like me? Check yes or no...
    Chad:  for being my first love
    RS again:  so many reasons...can't really go into it
    Chris:  for being the asshole that made me have to leave the
    country to get away from his abuse...that made me meet A...though I
    still can't stand the smell of a drunk, and I still carry certain trust
    issues...no thanks for that.

    EDIT:  Just got done with
    Survivor...did that man just DRAG her skinny butt over to their teams
    mat?  AWESOME!!!!!!!! (and go Bruce!!!  He should TOTALLY
    win!)

    Want some giggles?

    One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was
    tucking her small boy into bed. She was about to turn off the light
    when he asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with
    me tonight?"

    The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she
    said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room." A long silence was broken at
    last by a shaken little voice saying, "The big sissy."


    'nuther one!!

    Moojita Scale



    cow



    Everybody knows about the Fujita Scale
    which measures the power of tornados. But nobody really knows what all
    those types of twisters do to COWS. So here is the MOOJITA Scale...

    M0 Tornado - Cows in an open field are spun around parallel to the wind flow and become mildly annoyed.

    M1 Tornado - Cows are tipped over and can't get up.

    M2 Tornado - Cows begin rolling with the wind.

    M3 Tornado - Cows tumble and bounce.

    M4 Tornado - Cows are AIRBORN.

    M5 Tornado - S T E A K ! ! !

    Have a great Friday/weekend ya'll!!!

  • my hubby broke the rules...he spent money for
    Valentine/Anniversary...so I've been VERY busy filling my NEW IPOD
    NANO!  Hee hee....he said it looked like I enjoyed the CD so much
    that he made for me to travel home with, that he just wanted me to have
    all the music I wanted...isn't that sweet?  I got him chocolates.
    I'm feeling a little "not good enough" here...let's just say he's gonna
    get some REALLY good treatment for a little while!

    Well, gotta go find more songs....I WILL come back on here soon...I did promise our love story...


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    Back from home again...and I'm so upset with myself this
    morning...should have listed what I'm about to tell you on my weird
    things list, but oh well...I left a bag at my folks house...3 hours
    away...I"m willing to drive all the way home and back (total 6 hours)
    for this bag.  What's in it that's so important to me, you may
    ask?  Entries.  50 hand written entries.  I hand wrote
    the inside of them, hand wrote the to address, Jess wrote the from
    address, Jason stuck stickers all over the outside of them to make them
    pretty and noticeable, and we all colored on them with markers...they
    have to be postmarked by the 17th for validity...the entries are to
    that dream home on HGTV...it's in our settle down dream state...the
    house is gorgeous...it would make my hubby SOOO happy to live on a
    mountain again...he would love to come home every day, we'd go hiking
    on mt. trails, swimming in the lake...yes, I know, I'm totally
    dreaming.  I get so caught up in these durn contests, I actually
    get depressed and upset when I don't win.  Crazy. 

    EDIT: found my first list of 5 weird things about me...it's at the bottom...

    Cant' do anything really fancy today site wise...using dad's
    computer...BUT I was tagged by bkgm  to list 5 weird things about
    myself...I think I did this one a couple of months ago...but lucky for
    you all, I have PLENTY of weird things about me to list!!!

    1.  I hardly ever wear my tennis shoes...I DON"T CARE if I'm
    wearing socks with my sandals in winter time...especially if they're my
    warm fuzzy chenille socks...just don't wanna take 'em off, or take the
    time to put on tennies...much easier to just slip on sandals...now, of
    course, in the summer, there are no socks...geez, I'm not THAT bad...

    2.  I've hidden from the missionaries before...my husband is
    supposed to be Mormon, and these missionaries stop by ALL THE
    TIME...unannounced, which is what bugs me...I've stood there, by the
    door, all Mission Impossible like, while they're knocking...so sad.

    3.  I sweat like a man. Ew. Seriously, I can go into that gym,
    and come out looking like I went swimming in my clothes. 
    Nasty. 

    4.  I must make sure all closet doors are shut before I can go
    to bed...you know, who knows what might come out while you're
    sleeping???  Also, no body parts can hang over the bed at any
    time...

    5.  garage time....'nuff said.

     

    There ya have it...I think I might try to go back, depending on how
    long this computer takes and find the last weird list...put it on here
    too...hee heeeh

    Now...I tag SPECIFICALLY...number_one_blonde, themom40,
    tejastotallybooked, lonelystarsabuv, azcason, photomom, ....kids are
    hollering...dang it lost my list in my head...SO basically, if you
    haven't done this tag lately...your'e tagged!!!!

    Here's the list I did a few months ago...

    5 weird things about myself…

    1. When
      I found out about the magical operation called gastric bypass, I
      researched to find out how to get it...I then proceeded to try to GAIN
      weight so I could get this surgery.  It worked...but I didn't get
      the surgery. Too afraid.
    2. I
      have hair on my toes...yeah, I know, gross...I shave them too.  My
      husband affectionately calls me "hobbit toes"...isn't he sweet?
      (hey-you asked)
    3. I
      still jump into bed so that my feet don't dangle over the empty space
      so the monster under the bed doesn't grab my ankles. I also must have a
      light on until I am in bed...the better to disintigrate the monsters
      hand with light, ya know.
    4. I
      read scary books like anything Steven King, John Saul, or Dean
      Koontz...then I'm all scared and need a night light too. (my kids think
      this is hilarious)
    5. My
      food can't touch...mashed taters cannot mix with green bean juice,
      burritos are nasty 'cause it's a whole bunch of food all mixed
      together...I even order my tacos with just meat and cheese, 'cause
      otherwise it's just too much mixing.


    Here's a funny for all my Texas friends:


    Emotional extremes

    The aspiring psychiatrists were
    attending their first class on emotional extremes. "Just to establish
    some parameters," said the professor to the student from Arkansas,
    "What is the opposite of joy?"

    "Sadness," said the student.

    And the opposite of depression?" he asked of the young lady from Oklahoma.

    "Elation," said she.

    "And you sir," he said to the young man from Texas, "how about the opposite of woe?"

    The Texan replied, "Sir, I believe that would be giddy-up."

                                        

    And for those of us who are just plain nuts...



    Psychiatrist phone

    Hello. Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline

    If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.

    If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.

    If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.

    If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.

    If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.

    If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press. No one will answer.

    If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.

    If you are phobic, don't press anything.

    If you are anal retentive, please hold.

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    I gotta go back to my parents tonight...this time everyone gets to come
    with me!!!! Yeagh!  The only bummer part of them coming with, is I
    don't get to listen to music of my choice in the car...I got a whole
    bunch of the 80's metal to listen to last time...it was FANTASTIC just
    gettig to jam to that stuff for 3 hours!!!  Ahh...back when music
    ROCKED.  Guns N Roses, Slaughter, Aerosmith, ...good stuff...maybe
    that stuff also led me to think on old times...hmm.
                                    
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    Did I mention Jess got her progress report for this quarter? 
    (middle of the quarter report)  That girl is angling for that
    Japanese dinner something fierce...7 A's, 2 B's.  Little
    smartie.  Now if she can keep that up until quarter ends...hope
    she can...lots of things come up in the Spring...spring fever being
    number one, try-outs for solos with the school chorus are today...which
    will suck up time with practices, her church spring musical (where she
    also has a solo), and piano recital coming up in May.  I know May
    seems far off, but the piano teacher makes them memorize their pieces
    for the recital...oh and Girl Scouts kicks into high gear again,
    too...camping, Thinking Day, community stuff...
                                                                
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    My Chako kitty's not doing too well, folks...I'm a little worried...we
    got him as a baby baby over in Japan when we first got married, so
    let's see...he's going on 13 years...we even had to bottle nurse
    him...got some cute pics somewhere of him as a baby, will have to
    borrow my lovely lovely wonderful excellent friend again
    to help me?  (that would be number_one_blonde up there...go say
    hi...she's pretty awesome)  ANYWAY, a couple of years ago, he got
    pancreatitis, and just has never really recovered all the way...he's a
    big-boned kitty, everyone's always commented on how he looks like a
    small panther...he's BIG...used to weigh in at 16 pounds, and he wasn't
    a chunker.  Now my Chako baby is 9 pounds...his fur just isn't
    shiny, and he doesn't play. Makes me sad...he does cuddle-ALOT, he's my
    night time foot warmer, sometimes when he gets really cold, he'll come
    climb under the covers-making sure his head is on my pillow...I feed
    him special food from the other kitties...nice soft stuff...he's so
    persnickety, though.  I can't imagine the house without him...I
    think Kiya kitty would go soon after for mourning...she's 15, and his
    surrogate mother...Cally, though, I think might celebrate...little
    b@*&@...they have just never gotten along...(Cally's 2 or 3 I
    think)  Man, I think I am just way too maudlin lately...WHAT is
    wrong with me?  
                                                               

    Valentine's Day is Tuesday...not really doing anything major...we
    normally stay home, I fix a super yummy dinner, and we all eat by
    candlelight...I see no reason to exclude the kiddos...they're my little
    Valentines.  Got A  a giant size bag of those maraschino
    kisses..might do something "creative" with those later!  
    I think I'll post our true love story on Valentines Day...why don't we
    all do that?  Post about the loves in our lives?  Current,
    past, whatever ya got...children count too...they are our loves,
    correct? Nice V-Day tribute, ya know?

    But our anniversary is next Saturday, too...now THAT day we don't skimp
    on...I plan on kidnapping him to this bed and breakfast a little south
    of here...got a sitter lined up and everything already!!  We don't
    normally buy expensive gifts, just try to make the best day we
    can...though, let me tell you, when I lose all this weight, I WANT A
    NEW WEDDING RING!!!!  I've lost 2.  YES I KNOW.  It's
    because I'm such a weight loss yo yo.  First one I lost, I had
    just lost all the weight from having Jess, and while I was throwing
    food away in the food court, it slipped off my finger and into the
    trash...which I did not discover until later...I spent all night in the
    back of the BX searching through the food dumpsters....not fun. 
    And did not find it.  Second time, I had lost a whole bunch of
    weight again, but not enough for the ring to fit on my ring finger, so
    was wearing it on my pinky...had my hand out the window, it fell
    off...once again could not find it.  A has offered to get me a new
    one lately (it has been years...can't blame him), but I'm saying no
    until I stay a size..not this size now, mind you. Now that the baby
    factory is closed, that should help!!! 

    Well, long enough post for ya?  Still have to find some chuckles...
    Well, here's some truth for ya, anyway...though some hit so close to home, it is funny!
                                                         

    All You Need to Know About Men


    MeMen like to barbecue. Men will cook if danger is involved.


    Men who have pierced ears are better prepared for marriage. They've
    experienced pain and bought jewelry.


    If you buy your husband or boyfriend a video camera, for the first
    few weeks he has it, lock the door when you go to the
    bathroom. Most of my husband's early films end with a scream and a
    flush.


    Be careful of men who are bald and rich; the arrogance of "rich"
    usually cancels out the nice of "bald."


    Marrying a divorced man is ecologically responsible. In a world
    where there are more women than men, it pays to recycle.


    Men are very confident people. My husband is so confident that when
    he watches sports on television, he thinks that if he
    concentrates he can help his team. If the team is in trouble, he
    coaches the players from our living room, and if they're really
    in trouble, I have to get off the phone in case they call him.


    If it's attention you want, don't get involved with a man during
    play-off season.


    Men like phones with lots of buttons. It makes them feel important.


    Men love to be the first to read the newspaper in the morning. Not
    being the first is upsetting to their psyches.


    All men look nerdy in black socks and sandals.


    The way a man looks at himself in a mirror will tell you if he can
    ever care about anyone else.


    Don't try to teach men how to do anything in public. They can
    learn in private; in public they have to know.


    Men who are going bald often wear baseball caps.


    All men are afraid of eyelash curlers. I sleep with one under my
    pillow, instead of a gun.


    A good place to meet a man is at the dry cleaner. These men
    usually have jobs and bathe.


    Men love watches with multiple functions. My husband has one that
    is a combination address book, telescope and a piano.


    All men hate to hear "We need to talk about our relationship."
    These seven words strike fear in the heart of even General
    Schwarzkopf.


    Men are sensitive in strange ways. If a man has built a fire and
    the last log does not burn, he will take it personally.


    Men are brave enough to go to war, but they are not brave enough
    to get a bikini wax.


    All men think that they're nice guys. Some of them are not.
    Contact me for a list of names.


    Men don't get cellulite. God might just be a man.


    Men have an easier time buying bathing suits.


    Women have two types: depressing and more depressing. Men have two
    types: nerdy and not nerdy.


    Men have higher body temperatures than women. If your heating goes
    out in winter, I recommend sleeping next to a man.
    Men are like portable heaters that snore.


    Women take clothing much more seriously than men. I've never seen
    a man walk into a party and say "Oh, my God, I'm
    so embarrassed; get me out of here. There's another man wearing a
    black tuxedo."


    Most men hate to shop. That's why the men's department is usually
    on the first floor of a department store, two inches
    from the door.


    If a man prepares dinner for you and the salad contains three or
    more types of lettuce, he is serious.


    If you're dating a man who you think might be "Mr. Right," if he
    a) got older, b) got a new job, or c) visited a
    psychiatrist, you are in for a nasty surprise. The cocoon-to-butterfly
    theory only works on cocoons and butterflies.


    Men own basketball teams. Every year cheerleaders' outfits get
    tighter and briefer, and players' shorts get baggier and
    longer.


    No man is charming all of the time. Even Cary Grant is on record
    saying he wished he could be Cary Grant.


    When four or more men get together, they talk about sports.
    When four or more women get together, they talk about men.


    Not one man in a beer commercial has a beer belly.


    Men are less sentimental than women. No man has ever seen the
    movie "THE WAY WE WERE" twice, voluntarily.


    Most women are introspective: "Am I in love? Am I emotionally and
    creatively fulfilled?" Most men are outrospective:
    "Did my team win? How's my car?"


    If a man says, "I'll call you," and he doesn't, he didn't
    forget... he didn't lose your number... he didn't die. He just
    didn't want to call you.


    Men hate to lose. I once beat my husband at tennis. I asked him,
    "Are we going to have sex again?" He said, "Yes, but
    not with each other."


    Men who can eat anything they want and not gain weight should do
    it out of sight of women.


    Getting rid of a man without hurting his masculinity is a problem.
    "Get out" and "I never want to see you again" might
    sound like a challenge. If you want to get rid of a man, I suggest
    saying, "I love you... I want to marry you... I want to have
    your children." Sometimes they leave skid marks.


    Men accept compliments much better than women do. Example: "Mitch,
    you look great." Mitch: "Thanks." On the other
    side: "Ruth, you look great." Ruth: "I do? Must be the lighting."


    Impulse buying is not macho. Men rarely call the Home Shopping
    Network.


    Men who listen to classical music tend not to spit.


    Only men who have worn a ski suit understand how complicated it is
    for a woman to go to the bathroom when she's wearing a jumpsuit.


    Men don't feel the urge to get married as quickly as women do
    because their clothes all button and zip in the front.
    Women's dresses usually button and zip in the back. We need men
    emotionally and sexually, but we also need men to help
    us get dressed.


    Men are self-confident because they grow up identifying with
    superheros. Women have bad self-images because they
    grow up identifying with Barbie.


    When a woman tries on clothing from her closet that feels tight,
    she will assume she has gained weight. When a man
    tries something from his closet that feels tight, he will assume the
    clothing has shrunk.


    Male menopause is a lot more fun than female menopause. With
    female menopause you gain weight and get hot flashes.
    Male menopause - you get to date young girls and drive motorcycles.


    Men forget everything; women remember everything.
    That's why men need instant replays in sports. They've already
    forgotten what happened.


    Men would like monogamy better if it sounded less like monotony.


    All men would still really like to own a train set.





    Know what?  Been thinking
    about it...I think on V-Day I'm gonna post about all the loves that
    were and are...my anniversary post will be totally devoted to
    hubby...he knows he's my special Valentine, anyway!


    Just took a little quiz, too...pretty on the nose, I think..
                   

    Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"




    You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.
    You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.

    Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you

    Your flirting style: friendly and sweet

    What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance

    Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive

    (from blogthings)

  • Edit at bottom of post...please read...

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    Yeagh!!!! I'm back!!!

    Yup, and so
    good to have a high speed computer connection again...I have so much
    catching up to do, it's almost ridiculous...may have to wait til lil
    guy goes to preschool...figure on a couple of hours on this thing
    today!  I miss my buddies!  It was SOOO good to be home last
    night, too...my kids ran out to the car as I was getting out, HUGE
    hugs...hubby snuggled all night on the couch with me, kitties climbed
    on too...then got to sleep in MY BED...so  nice...I hate the beds
    at my folk's house-it's like sleeping on rocks...Also came home to 3
    days worth of dishes...grrrrrrrrrr....
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    Dad's doing great, thanks for asking...honery as heck again, ready to
    do his own thing already. Had to take him back to the hospital on
    Monday morning, he sprung a light fever on Sunday, and alot of seepage
    from the wound...so drove down to Springfield (Mo), and they did
    x-rays...the man is already fusing to the rods they put in!  They
    were surprised how fast he seems to be healing...when I left, he had
    already pretty much decided to chuck the back brace and walker (yes,
    his surgery was just last Wednesday)...the man is tough.  Yeagh,
    Daddy!!!  I'm gonna go down again
    this Sat. and Sun. to go grocery shopping for him, maybe bring hubby so
    he can do some "man" things for Dad (yes, of course, a woman can do
    them too, but I, for one, do not want to go under the house to look at
    pipes...go figure!

    Got done reading that True Love book...so nice.  I love hearing
    other people's true love stories...only thing was it got me thinking
    about past loves myself.  The teen angst, the heartbreaks, the
    what if's...(shoulda kissed him, dang it!!!...still regretting that
    one...)  Sigh...
    Golden key - Click image to download. still have this by the way...do you all keep mementos of past loves?  And does your loved one know you have them?



    Guess what I got today?  Hee hee...I've joined the ranks of
    redneck-hood fer sure!  We are the holders of tickets to the next
    Monster Truck jam here in St. Louis....my son absolutely LOVES monster
    trucks, which is kinda funny, 'cause we never see real ones, or watch
    the shows, etc...but he sure does collect the toys from the
    store!  Knows the names of most of them, too...I think the tickets
    are kinda sucky, way nosebleed section...but the guy on ticketmaster
    swears they're good for first-timers...low noise level, and you can see
    everything...eh, we'll see...I think Jason'll be thrilled just to be
    there!

    That's pretty much all the new news...got to do dishes (grrr again!),
    boy is begging to play, and I'll need to get on here again later anyway
    to say hello to everyone!

    Goin' for giggles....
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    Rednecks Rule Because...

    1. Dinner can always be found on the side of the road.
    2. Their belt buckles are considered valid I.D.!
    3. With a little corn and water they can distill enough moonshine to quench any dry town!
    4. They can spit with absolute accuracy.
    5. Nothing compares to the luxury and freedom of a mobile home.
    6. Bluejeans and a flannel are always considered formal.
    7. At least that rusty Pick-up's bought and paid for.
    8. A mayonnaise jar doubles as a handy thermos.
    9. A baseball cap is considered a fine substitute for combing your hair.
    10. Tractor pulls and auto races serve as a fine meeting place for family reunions


    Good Lord, if these are the qualities of redneckdom, then consider me a true redneck!!!

    edit: 
    wondering why no one is answering the question of past loves?  Are
    we afraid to answer or think about them?  What's up?

  • EDIT:  I have been trying to get around to everyone and comment, and check in with my buddies...I forgot my dad's  computer was slower than molasses in January...I spend about 3 minutes just waiting for one page to show, let alone the comment page...I am not that patient a person...I will try to visit you all at least once before Thursday, but know I am not dropping out...just TOO SLOW!!!!  *hugs to all*                                                     
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    The name of that book is actually "True Love", and if you love to read real love stories, then go read this...it's fantastic!  And got a song to work too...not Dear Jessi like I wanted for her birthday, but a song that is also very close to our hearts from her birth...I really liked it sung by Kate Bush...if you've ever seen She's Having a Baby, that's the song...



    'Bout time for a new post, hunh? Really not too much going on here to post about!! Later today I'm going down to my parents...Dad actually had his surgery Wednesday, so I'm taking the first "shift"...hope my babies survive without me.  Yes, I'm sure they will, Dad has just never taken the reins before, ya know?  I wrote out a schedule for everything major that happens throughout the day, hope it goes well.  I'll still call every night, and probably every morning...and maybe after school too....

                                 

    Jess's birthday night was great!  She chose to go to the bowling alley for her birthday dinner!  And I thought that we'd actually gotten off cheap...NOPE...her second choice would have been Red Lobster...probably would have actually spend LESS there!  My sis and her kids went, Uncle G was there, and, of course, us...played 1 game of bowling, with shoe rentals (we rented everyones shoes), dinner for 4, and played some token games...all for (ya ready for this?...) $96.00.  CRAZY!!!!!  Since when did going BOWLING cost an arm and a leg??  Well, anyway, I did beat my average...I got a 46.   Yeah, I stink at bowling...but I play a mean skee ball!!! (of which I won a million tickets for the kiddos that night!)               
     
                                                        




    See?  That's really about it!!!  Plus I need to clean my house and get stuff ready for me to leave...take care all...I'll probably be on here TONS over the next few days...my mom and dad watch one channel...westerns...and while I like a couple, 24/7 kinda kills me...I'm bringing all my scrapping stuff, though, so that should be a little easier...

    For those of you who asked about my daughters birth...yes, OUCH it did hurt.  ALOT...hence Jason not being born until 7 years later...I had to forget about it a little bit!  The drs. had NO idea how big she was going to be, according to them I didn't have gestational diabetes (though I swear they forgot to test me)...so when birth time came, her head got stuck in the canal, too late to do a c-section, too late for medication...had to do squats for 5 hours to get her to drop further...they finally wheel me into the room, I remember a nurse laying across my stomach, the dr telling Adren to get on there too, trying to push her out, the dr. bracing herself against the table yanking on this baby that just would not fit through all the way...yes, I ripped ALL THE WAY.  Later A told me that both Jess and I flatlined for a little bit...and Jess WAS injured during all this too...she has what's called Erb's Palsy...a brachial plexus injury...when they pulled her out like that, one arm was coming out with her head...while pulling they tore nerves in her arm and shoulder...for the first 6 months she couldn't even use her arm at all...had her in VIGOROUS physical therapy, and today it's hard to even tell she's hurt...until she runs or tries to pick up something heavy..then her elbow comes up and out and you can see something is wrong.  BUT, I'll have you know, it's a miracle that she recovered so much...I've seen some where the arm didn't ever even grow, just stayed the same baby size...she's about 90% recovered...WONDERFUL and THANK YOU GOD!!!!  So, that's her birth story...fun, hunh?  But yeah, the song you're listening too, my hubby said that's all that went through his mind...that scene from the movie where mom is in delivery, and that song...
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    'K...gonna go find some funny!

     After going through Lamaze, Leboyer, and La Leche classes with his expectant wife, the proud new father remained by his wife's bedside throughout labor and delivery. Wanting to be as sympathetic as possible, he took his wife's hand afterward and said emotionally, "Tell me how it was, darling, how it actually felt to give birth." "Okay, honey," his wife replied. "Smile as hard as you can." Beaming down beautifully at his wife and newborn child, the man commented, "That's not so hard." She continued, "Now stick a finger in each corner of your mouth." He obeyed, smiling broadly. "Now stretch your lips as far as they'll go," she went on. "Still not too tough," he remarked. "Right," she snapped. "Now pull them over your head."
    (yeah, I know, we've all heard that one...here's another for ya!)

     Mr Jones rushed into the local emergency room shouting, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" The ER physician grabbed his bag, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly he noticed that there were several cabs, and he'd gotten in the wrong one!

    Have a great rest of the weekend ya'll!!!

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    FIRST AND
    FOREMOST:                                                   

     
                                 
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    to my baby girl who turns 12 today...born on February 1st, 1994 at
    10:18 p.m., weighing in at 12 lbs, 3 1/4 ounces, 23 inches long at
    birth, in Japan.  I'm planning on doing a little photo thing a
    little later, if I can get the help from my friend with the digital
    camera!!  It will be protected to those on my subscribe list,
    maybe to a few who I feel are safe who visit occasionally, but haven't
    yet subscribed...I think everyone I deal with has children of their
    own, or seem child friendly in some way...this is me trying to
    rationalize it's OK to put pics of my daughter on here...I've seen
    other people do it all the time, right?  It'll be OK...

    For those of you who have done the low carb thing...not sure if I'm
    doing this right...since Jan 5th I've dropped 12 lbs...but I don't seem
    to be losing my waist, or I think I should be losing faster...I'm
    eating about 1000 calories a day, usually staying under 10 carbs...is
    this too radical?  If I wanted to maintain my current weight I
    would need to eat 2400 calories...I dunno...with that much less than I
    need to maintain, I would think the pounds would be flying off...

    For Kween of the Queens:
    The assignment was to write about a moment in time that is etched in
    your memory...it CANNOT be a biggie...i.e., birth of a child, marriage,
    death, etc...those, of course, are givens...I'm going to write about a
    kiss. 
    When I was 17 (it was a very good year...oh sorry), I was going out
    with Chad. Chad was special...we went out on and off for most of high
    school, the following summer, and some college, where he did propose,
    and for a short time in the military. (no, we didn't get married) 
    But I digress...it was a beautiful late spring evening...the spring
    musical had just gotten over, Chad had washed all the stuff off his
    face, so he smelled soapy and clean...we had taken a walk out to the
    ball field, caught first fireflies of the season, racing back and forth
    to see who could catch the most...sat down on the bleachers...soft
    breeze coming in with a thunderstorm behind it...watching the lightning
    in the distance, the boom of the thunder...he leans in, I can smell the
    soap, slight smell of cologne, wind blowing perfectly, we kiss...a soft
    kiss, gentle - nice.  We then just sit there, holding hands as
    teenagers do, rubbing thumbs and fingers, tickling...and watch the
    storm blow in...yes, we do get caught in the rain a little bit, he
    gives me his jacket to put over my head, we run inside...perfection...
    So that's my moment...I will NEVER forget it, you never do forget your first love, or some of the moments that come with them...

    e

    Now, you know I won't leave you without a funny by now, right? Enjoy  your day, folks!

    Believe it or not guys, this is pretty much how a lot of guys
    really are CLUE LESS!!!!! They just don't think about the same
    things as girls do. Actually they just don't think at all most of the
    time. They especially don't think if they don't have a clue about
    what a girl is talking about, it's easier for them to ignore is and
    then claim ignorance. Hope this gives you a different perspective
    on the male race. I certainly got a chuckle out of it.

    It's a long story, but a true one.

    CONTRARY to what many women believe, it's fairly easy to develop a
    long-term, stable, intimate, and mutually fulfilling relationship
    with a guy. Of course this guy has to be a Labrador retriever. With
    human guys, it's extremely difficult. This is because guys don't really
    grasp what women mean by the term relationship.

    Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine.
    He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time.
    A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy
    themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a
    while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

    And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs
    to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you
    realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly
    six months?"

    And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a
    very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers
    him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our
    relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of
    obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

    And Roger is thinking: Gosh . . . six months.

    And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this
    kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more
    space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to
    keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . . I mean, where
    are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this
    level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children?
    Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment?
    Do I really even know this person?

    And Roger is thinking: . . . so that means it was . . . let's see
    . . . February when we started going out, which was right after I had
    the car at the dealer, which means . . . lemme check the odometer
    . . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

    And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face.
    Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our
    relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed --
    even before I sensed it -- that I was feeling some reservations. Yes,
    I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about
    his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

    And Roger is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the
    transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not
    shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather
    this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is
    shifting like a goddamn garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent
    thieves $600.

    And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be
    angry, too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I
    can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

    And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day
    warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumballs.

    And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting
    for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting
    right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a
    person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about
    me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl
    romantic fantasy.

    And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give
    them a goddamn warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right
    up their *** and they will talk about this situ....

    "Roger," Elaine says aloud.

    "What?" says Roger, startled.

    "Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes
    beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have . . . Oh
    God, I feel so ..."

    (She breaks down, sobbing.)

    "What?" says Roger.

    "I'm such a fool," Elaine sobs. "I mean, I know there's
    no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight,
    and there's no horse."

    "There's no horse?" says Roger.

    "You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Elaine says.

    "No!" says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

    "It's just that . . . It's that I . . . I need some time," Elaine says.

    (There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can,
    tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one
    that he thinks might work.)

    "Yes," he says.

    (Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.) "Oh, Roger, do you really
    feel that way?" she says.

    "What way?" says Roger.

    "That way about time," says Elaine.

    "Oh," says Roger. "Yes."

    (Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing
    him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially
    if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

    "Thank you, Roger," she says.

    "Thank YOU," says Roger.

    Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted,
    tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to
    his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately
    becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two
    Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses
    of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in
    the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever
    understand what, and so he figure it's better if he doesn't think
    about it.

    The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of
    them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours.
    In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and
    everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every
    word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering
    every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this
    subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any
    definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

    Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual
    friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say:

    "Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?"


    Hee hee..ain't it the truth?






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