Sunday, October 31, 2004
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Set your clocks
Don't forget about daylight savings!
Hooray for an extra hour of sleep!
Quit bugging me
I have just not been having any luck with non-humans lately. There was the goose in my yard the other day and then today when I was driving home from my parent's house, this huge bug flew right in through my open window and into my face at mach speed. This thing had to either be a bumble bee or a horse fly because it was just gigantic. I swear, it hurt for like, 10 minutes. Then of course I was all freaked out because I didn't know where it went after it kicked my ass, but apparently it just flew in, bitch slapped me, then flew right back out again. *grumble* I hate bugs.
BlogSnob being snobby?
Ok, is it just my site or is BlogSnob being weird? I have the old code in my template and lately sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. So I tried out the new code. The ads didn't show up at all, but curiously enough the "promote your blog for free" thing showed up just fine. So it's either deal with the stupid little error thing in the bottom corner of the screen 75% of the time or remove BlogSnob completely. I really don't want to get rid of it... it's been on my site for quite a while and I'm kind of attatched (I'm weird like that), but I hatehatehate error messages. Oh, what's a girl to do?
Friday, October 29, 2004
Bwaa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Just got this via e-mail and had to share
What happens when you:
1. have nothing to do
2. own a sharp knife
3. have a large lime
4. own a patient cat
5. drink too much tequila
6. and it's football season?
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Good thing it didn't goose me...
Ew! Ew.ew.ew! I just went out to wait for the bus with my daughter and there was a goose in our yard. A GOOSE! A creepy, unnatural, go-crazy-for-no-apparent-reason goose. I hate birds. All birds. Anything that has the ability to swoop and peck is a big N-O in my book. Geese are the Norman Bates of birds. They look normal (basically), they act normal, but when you're least expecting it, BAM! You have a beak snapping at your ass.
I have seen more wildlife in my yard in the past year than I have in my entire life. Raccoons, skunks, geese, frogs, and I've killed some weird bugs that I have never even seen before. When will the madness stop?
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Ouchies
Not only have I had that song stuck in my head all morning, my throat hurts. While in the shower I accidentally snorted a line of soap bubbles when I was washing my face. Never EVER do this. It burns like a sonofabitch and the taste isn't all that pleasant either. Stupid soap went straight up my nose and down my throat and it still hurts from over an hour and a half ago! A person could get hurt trying to get clean.
I Just Can't Get You Outta My Head...
Dammit! I have been singing Jesse's Girl by Rick Springfield ALL morning. It's a damn catchy song so I doubt I'll have much luck getting it out of my head. Though it could be worse... It could be disco.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Nothing Very New
Oh my gosh, I can't wait until Halloween so I can get rid of this template! It was ok for the first couple days, but now it's just annoying.
Anyway, nothing very interesting has been going on in my life. I've just been going a little crazy making soap. What the hell am I going to do with the 16 bars of soap that I have already made? Other than be really clean, I mean.
Ok, so everyone knows that the election is coming up, right? Well, now thanks to tallglassofmilk at Drink This , I am super paranoid about voting. Actually, not thanks to her, but thanks to some idiot that tried to vote for her. At first, it was like, "wow, that really sucks!" But now I'm afraid I'll walk in and try to vote and they'll cart me off to jail for trying to vote twice. I've been hearing a lot about this kind of thing during this election and it's really starting to freak me out... Not to mention piss me off. What kind of lame ass fascist douchewad does that?! How would you react if you walked in and they informed you that, nope, sorry, says here you already voted. How f*cked up would that be?! And how scary! Anyway, I really hope I can get just in there and do my thing with no complications in... barely over a week???!!! God! Wasn't it just August?! Sheesh.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Strange Dreams
I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. About a week ago I had this dream that my boyfriend and I got in a fight, so I decided that I was moving out. I went upstairs to pack and I noticed that we had a cat that we didn't have before. Well I packed a little more then went downstairs. There was this huge dog in our house too. I asked my boyfriend where it came from and he said "It's the largest wolf dog in the world and I'm keeping it and there's nothing you can do about it." (It wasn't a Siberian husky, it was a rottweiler.) I went into the kitchen and there was this fish tank that ran the whole length of the wall and there were sting rays in it. There was more to the dream, but it was at least a week ago, so I don't remember.
Then last night I had this dream that the boyfriend and I lived in a duplex but we owned both sides. Well, we were having a party and there were all these people I didn't know there. Though there was one girl there that I knew from high school and didn't like, so I beat the crap out of her. Well, there was some sort of Halloween festival going on right by our house, so everyone left and went to that. I was sitting on a blanket outside my house and heard Generation X playing, so I went to check them out. I came back and found that someone had had sex on my blanket (there was... um, evidence). So I took it in to wash it and there were all these people painting my house and there was an inspector marking stuff off on a clipboard. I met up with my boyfriend's friend and some other guy I didn't know and we went to the other side of the duplex because they wanted to see it and I, for some reason, had never seen it either. Well, the other side was really nice. Like, really nice. So the one guy stayed over there playing some war game on the computer and the other guy and I went back to the other side. We hung out for a while then he left. As he was leaving, my boyfriend was walking across the yard and just started beating the absolute crap out of this guy. My boyfriend just kept walking and the guy that got beat up ran back over to my house, busted in the back door, then grabbed a pen (like, a writing pen) and tried to stab me. I was apparently stronger than him because he couldn't get it anywhere near me, so then he tried to kill himself. I started talking to him and told him to just come in the other room and talk to me and I'll make him something to eat. Then I woke up.
Then, when I took a nap today I had a dream that I went to this amusement park with my ex, his girlfriend, his sister, and his parents. But the amusement park turned into a zoo (you know how that happens in dream). Well we were all walking around and we stopped at this table that had little souvenirs for sale. there was this little girl playing with something from the table and the guy that was working there yelled at her so I said, "Maybe she's going to buy it!". He got all pissed and was like, "You know what? I don't have to put up with people like you. Come in here." So we went into this break room and he said something about my attitude and I was like, "How do you know she wasn't going to buy it?" Then he was nice all of a sudden and people started coming in because their shift was going to start and I ended up hanging out with all these people just talking and stuff. Then the people that I was there with wanted to leave, so I said bye to those other people and headed out. We were all walking and for some reason, we had to walk down this really long dark road to leave. Well there were all these animals along this road and some of them weren't caged. I remember monkeys and a yak. We were walking and someone told us not to go that way because one of the animals had trapped someone down that way. But we went that way anyway and ended up having to walk through the cage that the yak was in. We all made it through and I woke up.
I haven't been eating anything weird or anything so I have no idea where this is all coming from.
YUM!!!
This afternoon, I decided that I needed more fragrances for the candles that I make, so I went up to Pat Catans to peruse the smelly section. Well, I ended up getting a liquid potpourri simmerer and these little rectangles of scent that you can use in it. Oh my gosh, my house smells SO good. They had some that were about $1.50 each, but since I'm
Spy cams are the devil
I don't know if I've just been watching too much Maury Povich or what, but for the past couple of months I've had this irrational fear that everywhere I go there are hidden cameras spying on me. Especially in public bathrooms and even my own bathrooms. Yes, I realize how crazy it sounds, so that means I'm not crazy. I have no idea where this is coming from and it's weird. It's just one of those unwarranted phobias that perfectly normal people have, I guess. It's not like I think the CIA is out to get me or anything, I'm just freaked out about perverts with their little modern devices. I think it might have something to do with my landlady. See, her nephew got out of jail (drug charges) a couple months ago and he's been staying with her. Then recently his girlfriend and daughter moved in there too. His little drug friends are always over there and who knows who else. The thing that bothers me is that there is a key to my house somewhere in that house. It's not that I'm an untrusting person but... oh wait, yes I am. I trust no one. I know there's a lot of good people out there, but I've been screwed by a lot of people that I thought I could trust (what can I say? I'm a sap.) so I'm kind of weary of everyone... especially people who were in jail. It might be different if he was in jail for a couple weeks for a bag of weed or something, but he was in actual prison... like, for years. Prison is supposed to rehabilitate a person, but I think in most cases (unless it's like, a 20 year sentence or more) it just makes a person bitter. I've known a lot of people (well, not a lot, but you know, some) that were in jail and they all came out and went right back to doing what they were doing that caused them to go to jail in the first place. I still liked them as people, but I wouldn't turn my back if I could help it. Not that I'm saying that's how everyone is, just the people I've known. I understand that people do change. I just wouldn't count on it. Anyway, I'm way off track. Back to my point about the cameras. Oddly enough, I'm not worried about dressing rooms (maybe because I never try anything on) or people looking up my skirt or anything like that. Just the bathrooms. Even in the shower. How weird is that?! Who sneaks into someone's house and bugs the bathroom? People poop in bathrooms. Yuck. What kind of weirdo fecalpheliac wants to see that? Then again, what kind of weirdo imagines that there's a weirdo fecalpheliac that wants to see it? Well, at least this is more realistic than the guy I knew who was afraid of marshmallows.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
These people piss me off
I just can't tolerate intolerant people.
I was driving down the highway today and saw this bumper sticker that said "Marriage = (picture of a boy) + (picture of a girl)". Ok, I totally believe in freedom of speech because... well, I'm voicing my own opinion right now. But there's a difference between saying "this is what I think" and saying "this is what I want for everybody". I am so sick of people interfering with other people's lives. All these Ban Gay Marriage people aren't thinking about the actual people they are opposing. They are only thinking about the lifestyle they are opposing. All those asses who think they should be able to decide how 2 homosexuals spend the rest of their lives are ridiculous. And the Pro-Life-ers really piss me off too. Again, what the hell makes them think that they should be able to decide how 1 woman spends the rest of her life? It's bullshit. How would they like if some stupid group of people said "You can't get married because you're too ignorant."? Or "You can't have children because you're a narrow minded piece of shit."? That's it. I'm raising a new issue for which to vote. The Ban Ignorant Shitheads From Marriage And/Or Reproduction.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
I need to get out more
The other night I was flipping through the channels... Ok, not flipping, looking at the "guide" (does anybody even flip anymore?), but anyway there was this movie coming on called My Little Eye and it sounded kind of interesting so I watched it. It was about 5 strangers that were all supposed to live in a house for 6 months (very Real World) and it was being broadcast on the web 24 hours a day. If they all stayed for the entire 6 months, they would get 1 million dollars. They had no idea where they were and didn't know anything about the website it was on. About a week before it was supposed to be over, some really weird things started happening in the house. Bloody hammers, strange packages... whatnot. Anyway, at first I was thinking that it was going to be really dumb because it put me in mind of Blair Witch (it's just the cameras and the kids), but the more I watched it, the more I HAD to see what the hell was going on (ghosts? psycho? website company? WHAT?!) and how it would end. I can't say it was the very best ending ever, but it was still pretty good. So since I've seen it, I've been wondering why I have never even heard of it before. It was made in 2002 for pete's sake! Why am I always the last to know about everything?! Like the remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre in 2003... which I just saw the same night as My Little Eye. I had no idea. Last I knew, they made a movie (very loosely) based on Ed Gein's ("Leatherface") murders in 1974. And another movie I just saw like, 2 weeks ago... House of 1000 Corpses. With that one I totally wasn't missing much. Doctor Satan? What the hell is that supposed to be? I've seen Rob Zombie and White Zombie in concert and they were 2 of the best shows I've ever seen... so how can this crap movie come from him? Ok, now it's time for me to sound really lame. I just saw Boogie Nights for the first time last night. The damn thing is 7 years old and I JUST saw it.
Aaanyway, I'm tired so it's time for me to head off to bed. *yawn*
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Sad?
I've mentioned that I hate one of our cats before. She tore down toilet paper all the time, jumped up on every available surface whenever she felt like it (except the counter... that I know of), chewed up every single piece of paper she could find, went through the bathroom garbage can whenever someone forgot to close the door, ate constantly, and puked more. Well, yesterday morning when I woke up, there was cat vomit on the floor. Big surprise. So I cleaned it up, turned around and saw more... alot more. Let me just say here that I was not happy with that animal at all. Later in the evening when I fed her and the other cat, they started eating, the other one stopped after a couple minutes, but this one kept going... until she ate so much that she just turned away and puked it all up. Whole. Stupid cat doesn't even bother to chew her food. Ok, that was enough to piss me off and tell my boyfriend and I was sick of picking up after the cat and to find someone to take her. He called around and no pet stores wanted her (I was glad about that because as much as I dislike her now, I do NOT want her going to some crappy old pet store) and all they chould suggest was the APL. Yeah right, no way was I sending any animal in to be murdered. So he called his dad and his dad said he would take her as a garage cat (it's heated). Boy am I glad he did because this morning, before he took her over there, I went in the bathroom to wash my face and what did I see but a cat butt sticking out of the garbage can. The damn cat was upside down actually in the garbage can digging around. Cleaning up bathroom garbage first thing in the morning is not my idea of a great start to a day, you know? So, Gizmo left just a few minutes ago for her new home and, what the hell is wrong with me, I'm sad. Sad?! I must like being grossed out on a daily basis... first thing in the morning. Anyway, so now we're down to one, singular, lonely, little cat. Poor kitty has no kitty friend now.
But it's ok because I have clean carpet.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Just thinking...
I haven't posted in a couple days because I have been doing a ton of thinking. Mostly about what the hell I want to do with my life. I finally understand that whole "do anything you want to do" thing for some reason. I can't really talk about it yet because I'm still trying to get my thoughts together. I tried to put it into words last night when I was hanging out with Amy, but it kind of came out as some mumbling about something or other and "I don't know what I'm trying to say". So... hopefully I'll get my shit together soon because it's really starting to weigh on me. I feel like I should be doing a billion times better for myself and my daughter by now. And there's just so many little things that need to change before I can jump into anything big that I don't even know where to start. It seems like no matter that solution I come up with for anything, it creates a bigger problem with something else. Ugh. Nothing is fun anymore.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Political Debate
My impression of the political debate...
Blah blah blah, Kerry compliments Bush.
Blah blah blah, Bush tried to make Kerry look bad.
Blah blah blah, Kerry compliments Bush again.
Blah blah blah, Bush tries to make Kerry look bad again.
Blah blah blah, Kerry compliments Bush, yet again.
Blah blah blah, Bush tried to make Kerry look bad, yet again.
They shake hands and pretend they're not secretly wishing death upon each other.
The End.
I vote for Kerry's Mr. Nice Guy approach. Hasn't Bush ever heard that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?
Stop! Thief!
You might have read my post the other day about how some guy was walking down the the road and put a Bush sign by my mailbox and how I wanted to either spray paint a cirle with a line through it on there or just get rid of it. Well, it turns out that I didn't even get to have any fun because apparently, some wiener got around to vandalizing the sign before I did. I woke up this morning and it was MIA. Damn people. I don't care that they stole the sign, just that they stole my fun!
By the way, can you see the images on this site or is it just my crapola computer that's not displaying them?
Friday, October 13th, 2000
About 1 week before October 13th of 2000, I was at work when in walks this guy that definitely caught my attention. Oddly enough, everyone seemed to know him and it turned out that he used to work there. I asked one of the managers about this guy and he told me his name (we'll call him "Jake") and said he'd put in a good word for me. I never really thought much would come of it, but we started IMing and found out that we had a lot in common. Since he was coming back into town from college the following weekend (the 13th) we decided to hang out so, he gave me his number and told me to call him sometime on Friday. Well, I spent the day Halloween costume shopping with a friend and when I got home I went through the whole agonizing "should I or shouldn't I" thing about calling Jake. Finally, I took a deep breath, hoped I wouldn't say anything completely stupid and dialed his number. We talked for a few minutes and decided that he was going to come over right then and there. He was only able to stay for a couple hours because he was going to a high school football that evening, but we instantly hit it off and had a really good time. Sometime later in the evening I got a phone call and, to my surprise, it was him. He said he couldn't stop thinking about me and wanted to see me again. Right then. So I gave myself a quick once over and bolted for the door. I remember being so nervous the whole way there, but as soon as he answered the door it all just melted away. I met his parents and his brother (lets call him "Eric") and their friend ("Mark"). Well, I hung out for a while and we had a really good time just talking and listening to music in the basement. I can honestly say that I was really digging this guy and he apparently felt the same. Leaving that night was hard. I mean, really hard. You know how it is when you first meet someone and you want to know everything about them and not let them out of your sight? Yeah, like that, times 10. Jake was amazing. Well, we "dated" for a while. I went out to see him at school a couple times and we talked on the phone or IMed every night. He even wrote me a few letters. But then all of a sudden something changed and he became distant. Eventually he told me he that wanted to get back together with his ex.
We didn't talk for about a month after that, but then one Saturday when he was home from school again, he called me because I had one of his cds. Well, we ended up hanging out that day and from that point on we were best friends. He became that one friend that I could talk to about anything at all and not be afraid that he would judge me. I have a major issue with trust and he was one of 3 (including myself) people that I trusted completely. He and I just had so much in common that it was impossible not to be friends. My friends and I would go out to his college (an hour's drive) just to hang out for a couple hours, we were IMing every night again, and he would call me every single Saturday morning. Then came March, which is his and his brother's birthdays (they're 4 days apart). They were having a big bash because Jake was turning 21 (Eric was turning 20). Of course I went to the party and that's when Eric and I actually became "friends". You see, Eric didn't like the fact that Jake was dating me because I had a kid and that was the real reason Jake didn't want to date me anymore. He was perfectly fine with it until Eric started leaning on him to break it off with me and since they were really, really close, he did. I know it sounds kind of shitty, but if you knew them and how close they were, you would understand. Plus, Eric was very close-minded back then. Anyway, like I said, we became friends. I started going out the their college to see them both. If Jake wasn't around, I would hang out with Eric.
Finally, school was out for the summer. Jake stayed in the college town, but Eric came home. He and I started hanging out almost constantly and before I knew it, we had become really good friends. So, we spent the whole summer going to the beach and taking walks on the pier and listening to music in the basement and all kinds of other stuff. I got to know his friends and he got to know mine. In the fall he went back to school, but he still came home often and I went out there when I could. Jake and I were still close and Eric and I were getting closer. Then in December something happened. Eric asked if I wanted to go out to eat and I said sure. He jokingly said, "It'll be a date", and we kind of giggled about it and then, wouldn't you know, all of a sudden we weren't giggling anymore and it really was a date. So time goes on, we get closer and closer. And before I knew it, I wasn't even thinking about other boys. I was thinking, "What the hell? He got his brother to dump me, but now he's dating me?". Of course, I didn't actually complain or anything. I still had Jake as a trustee and Eric as something more.
Over the next year, we spend an uncountable amount of time together, went on a couple overnight trips, went to a couple concerts... just basically had a really good time. We were never "committed". We each had the option of going out with other people, we just didn't. Then in January or February of 2003 things started winding down. He was busy, I was busy... it happens. The last time I saw him was March 6th (the day after his birthday) of 2003. Jake had been talking to this girl "Lisa" for a while and Eric had just started talking to "Karen". They were in school, working and creating new relationships. I met my current boyfriend in July at a Static-X show (that was the last time I saw Jake, and met his girlfriend, Lisa). I moved into with my boyfriend and now, a year and a half after seeing Eric and a little over a year after seeing Jake, they're both engaged to the girls they were dating the last time I saw them.
So, the point of this really long post is that, 4 years ago I met two of the most important people that have entered my life and although I don't talk to either of them often, and don't see them at all, I would NEVER give up the memories I have with them for anything in the world. I can't think of one bad memory. Not one. They really were the best friends anyone could ask for and I'm glad I met them, even if the time I spent with them was much too brief.
It's amazing how much of a difference 4 short years can make.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
How Did I Miss This?!
When I was a little girl I always used to pretend that my baby dolls were my real babies, like most little girls do. I would feed them and love them and they would call me Momma (specifically my favorite doll whose name was Rachel). I took them for walks in their little stroller and swang with them on my swing set. All that little girl playing mommy stuff. Well, for some reason, out of nowhere, I realized that my daughter has never even had any real interest in baby dolls. I mean, she'll play with them, but throws them down after about 5 minutes and forgets about them. She'd rather be drawing or playing with play-doh or painting (my little arteest). Anyway, so after thinking about that, I remembered that she has already told me that she never wants to have kids. She's 6 and she has already decided this. I think I was at least 10 before I decided that (but you see how my plan to never have a kid worked out). Then I thought about how the only time I have ever heard her refer to herself as "Momma" is not to her dolls, but to the cats (as in "Come here, Lucy. Come to Momma.". I immediately came to the realization that I am raising a crazy cat lady. What the hell is that?!
Crap.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Intro To Politics
Hee hee. My parents took my 6 year old to see John Kerry yesterday at the college... And now she has a John Kerry flag. That is too cute!
I'm so glad they're not voting for Bush.
New Link
Just wanted to share THIS link. I especially enjoy the Real Quotes From A Real Moron section. Check it out.
Scream
Ok, so I'm sitting here watching Scream (I know, lame for a Saturday night) and I noticed a couple things I never noticed before in all my 8 billion times of seeing it. First, at the beginning of the movie, the killer called Casey (Drew Barrymore) and when he asked what she was doing she said she was making popcorn and was going to watch a movie. Then she said her boyfriend was coming over. Later in the movie, Tatem (Rose Mcgowan) said something about Casey and Steve not being murdered until way after 10:00pm. Um... Who goes to their girlfriend's house after 10:00pm to start watching a movie on a school night? And why show up the same time as her parents are coming home? Most teenagers would have been over there as soon as the parents left so they could *ahem*, you know.
Also, where are all the parents?! Billy (Skeet Ulrich) showed up at Sidney's (Neve Campbell) house after the murders. If they didn't die until way after 10:00pm, he would have had to have time to change and get to her house. But wait, you say, there were 2 killers, so Stewart (Matthew Lillard) might have been the one to actually do the dirty work. Nope. That wouldn't make sense either because Tatem said "He was with me last night" when they were all talking about the murders the next day. Again, another instance of a boyfriend showing up after 10:00pm (and in all probability, after 11:00pm) on a school night. Either way, with the murders occurring sometime after 10:00pm, time to clean up and get to their girlfriend's houses (remember that the killer told Casey that the cops would "never make it in time", so that makes me believe that she lived way out in the country), and hang out to establish an alibi, I would think that they wouldn't get home until at least 1:00am. Parents weren't wondering where they were? Sidney's dad went out of town at the beginning of the movie and Stewart had a party. There was underage drinking and he let his friends do it on his parents' bed, so they apparently weren't expected home anytime soon either. Where were they?!
And another thing... what about the cars? Tatem's is the only one you see. Billy said he got bored and went for a ride. Hmm. In what? Don't you think that if your best friend and your boyfriend have cars, one of them would be nice enough to take you home from school so you don't have to ride the bus?
Wow. I just spent waaay too much time on this. Haha.
I'm going to kill the cat!
Anybody have any idea about how long cats stay in heat? I've never had a cat before and one of ours finally decided she wants to get some and now I hate her because all I've heard for the last 12 hours has been "MRRROOW, MRROOW". Allll day and all night long. And the whole butt in the air thing? EW! Oddly enough, our other cat is still being normal (thank goodness because I couldn't deal with both). My biggest worry is how I'm gonna explain this to my daughter (she's at my parents' right now so she doesn't know yet). I think I'll tell her that it means that the cat wants to have kittens. But that won't be the end of it. She'll ask why she's meowing so loud and why she doesn't stop and when she's going to stop and why is she doing that with her butt (EW!) and any other question that you can possibly think of until the stupid cat stops. Not only that, but she'll ask everyday until the cat stops. Why couldn't we have just stuck with nice, quiet, no butt in the air fish?!
Friday, October 08, 2004
You've got to be kidding me.
WHAT. THE. F*CK?! Some asshole just went by placing Bush signs along the side of the road. As in, right next to my mailbox. As in, close enough that it looks like I am promoting Bush. Excuse me while I go remove the sign and promptly, and quite violently, shove it up straight up his ass.
Would I get in trouble if I spray painted a circle with a line through it on there? I mean, do the signs belong to anyone in particular? Hmph.
Argh ...and Hooray!
Aah, Friday! Wonderful, glorious, spectacular Friday! Did you get the idea that I'm happy that it's almost the weekend? You know, from grade kindergarten to 12th the school completely ran my whole schedule. My whole life. For 13 loooong years! It decided what I was doing all day from September to June, then what I was doing after school. It also pretty much decided what time I had to be in at night because I had to get up early the next day. It even decided what I was doing on the weekends in the event that I had weekend homework (which was almost a guarantee because the teachers at my school weren't real big into actually teaching). I finally graduated and had 6 years of educational freedom... and here I am again being controlled by the damn school system. For another 13 looong years. I can't believe I never thought of it that way before the little one started kindergarten. I'm pretty sure that I hate school more than she does and I actually feel bad for my parents for having to deal with it when I was going. Every month there's Market Day, Scholastic Book sales, and some various fund raiser (this month it's an auction for things donated by parents). The amount of crap they expect the parents to push is incredibly absurd. Not only that, but they want parent volunteers for ev-er-y-thing. The teacher sends something home approximately 2 times a week asking for parents to do this or parents who can do that... *rolls eyes*. I seriously can't believe it. When I was in school there were NEVER any parents at school unless there was a class party or a field trip. What the hell is it with (most) educators these days (I do know a few good teachers that really do enjoy their jobs and the children they teach.)? They work from 8:30am - 3:30pm and expect parents to come in and do their jobs for them. For free. Yes, I am resentful. I just can't seem to sympathize with people who insist that they have "soooo much" to do and ask other people to do it for them... without pay. When at work, I do my job and expect the same from others. Unfortunately for me, most places I have worked have consisted of lazy-asses and, since I'm a sap, I can't say no to helping them. Dont' get my wrong I'm not against lending a helping hand, in fact, I like helping. But not when the helping turns into "you just do it for me, I'll be over here". The more I think about it, the more irritated I get.
Speaking of irritated...
The presidential campaign commercials need to stop. Like, 5 minutes ago. People have had 4 years to decide if they like Bush. If they do, I'm sure they'll be voting for him again. If they don't, they'll vote for anybody but Bush. In all probability, everyone already knows for whom they'll be voting. I know I (and everybody I talk to) already do. I can't think of anything that would change my mind, other than Kerry saying he's in cahoots with Bin Laden (you know... the guy Bush has tried to pretend doesn't exist anymore). Anyway, back to my point about the commercials. I hate them. They're stupid. First of all, wasn't Bush promising the same things 4 years ago... and didn't follow through? Who does he think he's fooling? Also, those commercials about how Kerry did this and didn't do that? How about telling the whole story and not just 1/4 of it to make him sound bad? Yes, they're not technically lying... they're just omitting. It pisses me off. That politics for you. Quite frankly, to me, Bush is starting to sound like a 13 year old girl trying to start a cat fight. Almost all his commercials are about Kerry being a douchebag, when all of Kerry's are about how he can change things. Yeah, who's the grown-up?
I heard that they're concentrating on Ohio because of all the democrats here. Wonder if Ohio will be this election's Florida. If there's any controversy about the votes again, they (officials) had better do something about it. Actually DO something. I know exactly 2 people who are voting for Bush and there's no way I will believe it was legit if he get re-elected. *shakes head* Stupid.
Now I'm really irritated.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
new look
Too much? hee hee
It had to be done.
Great Link!
Look Look Look! A link for unique halloween costume ideas! I loooove Halloween and have already been thinking about what I want to be then I found that site and I am so excited! There's a lot of good (and clever) ideas on there and it tells you how to "make" most of them. So I have this longish list of things I am considering, all from the "Unique and Unusual" list. Such as: Deviled Egg (pg.1), Puppies For Sale (pg.1), Cereal Killer (pg.4), Have You Seen My Doggy (pg.5), Fish Tank (pg.8), Mommy Dearest (pg.9), Wanted Poster (pg.11), Martha Stewart (pg.12), Missing Person (pg.12), Mary (from There Something About Mary) (pg.13), Wind Up Doll (pg. 29), Twister Game (pg. 32) and, my favorite so far, Wild Girl Caught On Tape (as in Girls Gone Wild) (pg.18). I have no idea what exactly we are doing, but there's been talk of a party at our place or at a friend's place, so I guess we'll have to figure it out soon so I can plan my costume accordingly because there's Couples and Groups costumes too! Yayeee!
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Poll
Ok, I'm assuming that everyone has heard "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode at least one. I mean, there's a dance for it, for Pete's sake. Anyway, I'm having a really hard time deciding this which version is better. The version by Depeche Mode or the version by Marilyn Manson. I've never heard the version by Johnny Cash, so that one doesn't count. I think I'm leaning toward Depeche Mode despite the killer choppy power chords that Marilyn Manson has included in their version. Hmmm.
What do you think?
Oopsie
In reference to yesterday's post...
First, if you read carefully you'll notice that I referred to Amy as "my best Amy". Yeah, insert the word "friend" between "best" and "Amy". I do not have a stockpile of Amys and she is just the best one or something.
Second, about the person that I used to know that is now engaged....um, strike that "used to know" thing. I talked to him today and he even e-mailed me some pictures of the happy couple (they're so cute it makes me woozy). And apparently he is, I repeat, is allowed to talk to me or he probably wouldn't have. Don't I feel like an asshole?! : / Hey, I lost a good friend (for whatever reason) so I was bitter. I'm allowed to be an asshole.
Monday, October 04, 2004
I'm alive!
Oh yes, it's true... I'm actually posting. No need to pinch yourself.
Not a whole lot has really been going on since the last time I was around. Well, ok, thats not entirely true. Alot has been going on, but nothing very intersting to 3rd parties. Lets see...
~My daughter turned six last Wednesday, complete with ice cream cake and trick candles. I can't believe she's that old already. In fact, I refuse to believe it and you can't make me. And the amount of gifts she got was ridiculous. Seriously. Ridiculous. There isn't anything that she wanted that she didn't get except for a Polly Pocket amusement park thing. $30.00 for a Polly Pocket accessory is just not my cup of tea. It was still a good day.
~My little pumpkin also quit being a big wimp (after about 2 years) and got her ears pierced. They decided to do both ears at the same time (good thinking on their part) but one girl went just a split second before the other so the kiddo shrieked and moved her head and the other girl had to chase her ear because her earring was only halfway in. She cried for a minute or two then rode the carousel in the mall and was perfectly fine. She looks so adorable with her shiny little star earrings. :)
~Saturday night I went to a Spice Of Life Party. I was a Spice Of Life virgin before then. For those of you who still are, it's kind of like a tupperware party, only with sex stuff instead of tupperware. Like an in-home porn shop...with product presentation and games. And it's for girls only. It really was tons of fun. The main reason I went to the party was to meet my good friend Jeremie's girlfriend (finally, after about 1 and 1/2 years) and their baby. He's even cuter in person! But anyway, like I said, I went out to meet my friend's girlfriend and wouldn't you just know that I would pick one of the most akward situations to meet someone to do it. At least his sister and mom were there. That made it alot less... weird. But other than that, I have come to the conclusion that I need alot more girlfriends so I can have a little "girls night out" party. Good stuff.
~I finally let the little one ride the bus home today. I have been picking her up after school since the whole "drop the wrong kid off at my house" tomfoolery. I wasn't really enjoying that at all. First of all, there's construction (of course they waited for school to start before they began holding up traffic), which I hit to and from the school EVERY day. And it isn't that "slow down and go around" kind of construction, it's that "come to a complete stop and wait for up to 10 minutes depending on what they're doing that day because there's only one open lane and they have to flag people through" kind of construction. A 10 minute each way drive became a 20-30 minute each way drive. What a pain in my ass. Second, the parents that go to pick up their kids all seem to know each other because they have older kids, so basically if you have a first year student, no one talks to you except other first year student parents. Including me there were exactly 4. Cute.
~I got to hang out with my best Amy the other day. I don't really see her too much these days because, not only do I live an hour away, she's going to school and working... both full time. So when she's not doing one of those 2 things, she's doing homework or sleeping, and if she's not doing one of those 4 things, she's too tired to do anything. It really sucks living so far away from pretty much everyone I know. Yeah, I talk to people on the phone and online or via e-mail, but none of that compares to quality personal time. Y'know what I'm saying? You can't exactly have memorable experiences when you have to worry about spelling or a bad signal. Totally not the same and hanging out.
~I found out today that someone I used to know is getting married. The one boy I thought would never get married. He once told me that he didn't even want to think about getting hitched until he was about 28... he's 5 years early. So now I have 3 married friends and 4 engaged friends. Well, 3 engaged friends and 1 engaged person I used to know (he hasn't been allowed to talk to me since he started dating her). Hmph! Another one bites the dust.
Aaaand that's about it for stuff worth mentioning. I can't exactly remember everything since the last time I posted since that was around WWII, but this will have to do for now.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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- Aesop
Don't steal, the government hates competition.
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