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Friday, December 31, 2004

Out With The Old, In With The New!

Can you believe it? It's almost 2005 already. Now I have to spend the next couple of months training myself to write "2005" instead of "2004". There's going to be a lot of crossing out for a while. I'm not making any resolutions, unless you want to count "not make any resolutions". I never stick to them and there's nothing that I really really want to do... unless someone wants to suggest something. Something nice, none of that "try to pull you head out of your ass" stuff or anything like that. Besides, I've tried that already. It doesn't work. :) Anyway, I'm just happy that I can finally take down the tree and the garland and the stockings... yay! I wanted to do that the day after ... you- know- what- day- that- I- vowed- not- to- talk- about- for- another- 11- months, but The Boyfriend said "Noooo!!! It's like, bad luck... or something.". Yes, that was a quote. He didn't seem very sure as to why I shouldn't take all that stuff down, but I didn't argue because there's a lot of stuff and it would take all day. Anyway, I just wanted to say Happy New Year! I've "met" a lot of really great people this year through this site and through it's comments and through BE, and I just wanted to tell everyone that has ever visited and/or commented (or that does in the future) that you guys rock! I hope the new year brings good luck and happiness in everything you do. Have a blast tonight! By the way, what the heck is everyone doing tonight? I still have no idea what we're doing. There's a big controversy about whether to stay in (with friends) or go out (with friends). Some people want to stay in because they don't want to "get into trouble" and others want to go out because they don't want to "stay in this craphole all night". Yes, more quotes. I'm thinking about just saying screw it and going to my parents' and having a nice quiet evening with the fam. We'll see. I still have about 11 and a half hours to decide. I work best under pressure (um... not really, but it kinda sounded good). Anyway, like I said, Happy New Year!




Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Bright Light! Bright Light!

Oh my goodness, what is that bright, burning light? It's hurting my eyes. I think... wait, is that the sun? It IS the sun. And it's shining brightly! And melting all the snow!! I can see the rocks in our driveway even! *gasp* And is that my truck?! It is my truck. It's been buried in snow so long that I'd almost forgotten what it looked like. Ooh look, there's some water! It's warm enough for WATER?! Where's my suntan lotion?

Hey, I never said I wasn't melodramatic.





Pretend There's A Title Because I Don't Feel Like Making One

Well, no Fall Out Boy for me last night. I didn't even realize that it was the 28th until about 5:00pm and being sick... well, you know. So I stayed home and mysteriously went into some weird super-clean mode. I deep cleaned the kitchen for about 3 hours. Of course, it's dirty again because I'm the only one who knows how to put stuff away or wipe a counter off if I spill something. Cleaning was much better than going to some dumb old concert anyway.

Ok, I lied, it wasn't. And I'm bitter.

Anyway, I thought I was over that whole "don't really feel like posting" thing, but it turns out that I don't think I am. Hmph. Maybe I'll feel better after I get rid of the holiday decorations around here. Oh, and after it warms up a little. It's supposed to be up in the low 50's or high 40's for the next four days. How lame that I'm excited about 45 degrees! That's it, I'm moving. Somewhere warm... with no snow. Or earthquakes. Or hurricanes. Uh, and no venomous or poisonous animals.

Wait, does that place even exist?




Monday, December 27, 2004

Jerry! Jerry!

I just turned around and looked at the tv and Jerry Springer is on. There's a woman trying to beat the crap out of a man and a man dressed as a woman waving her... uh, his....whatever arms around and the title is "I Was A Mambo Dancer For The FBI". This may be the first time ever that I really wish I was paying attention to the show. Why the heck would the FBI need a mambo dancer?





*sniff*

It's been confirmed, I'm officially sick. My eyes are scratchy, my throat is raw and I can generally only breathe out of one nostril, depending on which way I leaned last. My poor little nose is already sore from the constant swiping with damn scratchy tissues. I know, it could be worse, so stop complaining, right? And it's not like I have the flu or anything like that, but I'm not used to being sick. I'm never sick! Well... almost never. Either way, it sucks. Sucks bad, to be precise. Ugh! Now if you'll excuse me, my nose is running... I need to go catch it.




Sunday, December 26, 2004

Finally

Well the big day has come and gone and everything was wonderful. Imagine my surprise! It is now imperative that I stop talking about it. And I don't want to see or hear mention of Christmas for at least 11 more months. I'm so burnt out on holiday cheer that I could vomit. Anyway, on a completely unrelated topic, I'm pretty sure The Boyfriend got me sick. My throat is starting to hurt and I'm sniffling. I usually don't get sick when everyone else does. Mostly I'm the asshole that's sick after everyone else has gotten over it, threatening to re-sick everyone. Fun stuff. Other than that nothing new is going on. Back to boring. And that's just fine with me.




Friday, December 24, 2004

'Tis The Season

Happy Crappy Happy Holidays! Hope everyone has a spectacular, fun, cozy, relaxing, loving, divine, pleasing, merry, surprising, joyous, giving, intoxicating, amusing, festive, carefree day! Now that's not asking too much is it?














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WTF

I just got a "Merry Christmas From Iraq" e-mail from my cousin. There was a picture of him holding his gun and a little message thanking everyone for their support and prayers for him and his troop or unit or whatever the correct word is. Fill me with warm fuzzies? I think not. Instead I am so extremely pissed off and irritated and my heart hurts for him and his wife. Who the fuck celebrates the holidays with a very large gun in their hands?! Certainly not the president. No, I'm pretty sure he's sitting there nice and cozy by the fire, drinking eggnog with his family all, "U.S. troops who?". I've gotten pictures before and I didn't react this way but dammit... this is just bullshit. Ok, I don't know how the men and women over there are feeling right now, so I can't complain too much. But I can't help but think about if I had gotten in the Army when I tried a few years ago, I would be over there right now too. Well, my holiday spirit is pretty much shot now. *grumble*





In The Holiday Spirit

Since Christmas is RIGHT around the damn corner, I'm trying to get into the mood by listening to some holiday music. Currently playing on the winamp:
New Found Glory - Ex Miss
The Matches - December Is For Cynics
Simple Plan - My Christmas List
Fall Out Boy - Yule Shoot Your Eye Out
Stand Still - I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Clause
Nerf Herder - Santa Has A Mullet
Fear - F*ck Christmas
Saosin - Mookie's Last Christmas
Something Corporate - Forget December
Punchline - Icicles
From First To Last - X12 Days Of XXXMasX
The Vandals - A Gun For Christmas
MXPX - Christmas Night Of The Zombies
Adam Sandler - Hanukkah Song and Hanukkah Song Part Two
Sum 41 & Tenacious D - Things I Want

No lyrics for the last one because the only sites I could find tried to install software on my computer. Hooray for my Firefox. Anyway, ok so most of it's not exactly "merry" music, but dammit, it's good stuff (I happen to think so anyway). And most of it makes me want to hop around like an idiot. That's merry... right?






Thursday, December 23, 2004

Maybe Someday...

If I'm not mistaken, Eddie Vedder (Pearl Jam) turns 40 today. The first time I ever heard Pearl Jam, I was in 7th grade. That would have made him 28. That just seems like a really long time to me. An interesting thing, the other night while lying wide awake instead of sleeping like I was trying to do, I started thinking about age. I always feel like the world is centered on how old I am. Not in a conceited way, just... no matter what age I am, it just seems like there's not much more. Everyone else is either too young or too old. Like when I was in junior high I was sure I was grown up and the grade school kids were dumb. Then when I got into high school I was completely sure I was grown up and the junior high kids were idiots. Then when I graduated well, I was really grown up and I ruled the world. That was almost 7 years ago and I still don't feel like I'm out of high school and completely grown up. I always did (and still do) look at the future as something kind of vague. I know it's there, but since it hasn't happened yet it doesn't seem all that real. I'm always saying things like "When I get older" and "Someday", but it's hard to tell when that time comes because no matter what age you are, you are still convinced you're young and not quite there yet. Bring on the dillusions.




Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Hooray!!

Finally! Something good is happening in the month of December! Fall Out Boy is coming to the House Of Blues in Cleveland. I LOVE this band! Luckily I was looking for some tab online earlier or I would have never known. Anyway, so I was checking out ticket prices and whatnot at the House Of Blues website and there was a little message at the bottom of the page saying that if you like Fall Out Boy you should also check out Atreyu and Unearth. Um... What? If you like punk then you'll like metal? Don't get me wrong, I do like them... but they're no Fall Out Boy. It's just weird to me that they would connect those bands together. Anyway, I am so excited! December 28th is my happy day!





Dear Santa



stolen from Forced Shaving




Sunday, December 19, 2004

Merry Stinkin' Christmas














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Saturday, December 18, 2004

To blog or not to blog...

I don't know what the heck is going on with me lately, but it seems like I'm losing interest in blogging. I can never seem to concentrate on posting. I'll start off ok, then completely zone out halfway through. Maybe it's just because of all the other stuff going on ('tis the season and all that junk) and posting just doesn't seem like a priority. Maybe it's because even with so much going on, absolutely nothing is going on (nothing post worthy anyway). All I know is that I am getting more and more cranky every day because of the holidays. I heard on the news last night that more Americans die of heart attacks on Christmas, the day after Christmas and New Years Day than any other time of the year. They said the heart attacks are from all the stress. I believe that. They also said that a lot of people who are on medication don't take on those days because it says "do not mix with alcohol" so they choose to drink instead. That's just weird to me. Drink or live, drink... live... I think I'll drink. *shrug*

Anyway... that blanking out thing I was talking about? Yeah, just happened. Looks like this post is done.




Friday, December 17, 2004

Let The Insanity Commence

Well, today is the last official day of quiet around here. Yes, it's true, winter break for the school kids starts tomorrow. I know this may sound harsh to those of you without children or if you happen to be June Cleaver, but once you get used to quiet from this time to this time it's hard to go back to full day entertaining. Goodbye clean house, goodbye power naps, goodbye naked frolicing ... Oh wait, I don't frolic naked... but now it's completely out of the question should I decide I want to. Anyway, I know the first few days will be great. There won't be anything we have to do or anywhere we have to be. We can play and do crafts and just spend time together... then the out of school boredom will set in and nothing, and I mean nothing, will be "fun" and that's where the trouble starts. She'll get bored with everything, then start telling me every 12 seconds that she's bored and everything I suggest will also be boring. I'll go crazy, she'll go crazy... it'll be crazy. So... any suggestions for stuff that will entertain a child after the initial charm of wasting good time wears off would be awesome.




Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Well, crap...

Great. Just another little something to make me crazy and paranoid. Due to non-stop snowing for the past 2 days, everything is one big, slick sheet of ice outside. I'm already terrified that something will happen to The Kid while she's at school or on the bus (especially after they dropped the wrong kid off at my house one day at the beginning of the school year. Yes, that really happens). And now I have to worry about her slipping and cracking her head on the cement. I told her about 8 thousand times to be careful this morning and she still slipped... Twice. Even if the school does take extra precautions to make sure everything's slip-free, there's bound to be a patch of ice somewhere... And she's bound to find said patch of ice and slip on it. She's just uncanny like that. And I don't even want to think about the patch of tile just beyond the foot drying rug inside the school. Gaaa. *deep breaths... just take deep breaths*




Tuesday, December 14, 2004





Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence



Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.
You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.
You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.
Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.

You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.



What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?





Results

Well, I wanted to wait a few days after asking you to describe me to post about it so here goes:

Apparently Groovebunny has a bit of psychic ability because she described me within 1 inch of perfect. She said "5'8" ish, with mid to longish light brown or reddish hair. Light eyes and maybe wears glasses (since glasses usually is stereotypical for smarts!). Not fussy with too much make-up, sweaters and jeans type of girl." I'm 5'7", but the rest is right on. Well, contacts instead of glasses usually but ...that is just weird. And I must say that I heart Jay for his comment which totally made me smile. A lot of people said they associated me with the girl on my site and, although I never thought about it, I guess she does kind of look like me. Specifically the brown hair and green eyes. I didn't pick her because I related to her, I picked her because she's cute but it's strange that I never even thought about the similarities. Hmph. Anyway, thanks to everyone who posted a comment. It was fun to read what everyone thought. You guys rock!





Monday, December 13, 2004

Woo!

The Boyfriend's friend that was in that Fatboy contest made it to the finals! Apparently they talked about him for about 15 minutes on the radio this morning. How cool is that?! He doesn't know if he's going to have to do another stunt yet, but either way it should be a good time.





Brrrrr

Oh my gosh, it is absolutely fa-reeezing outside. We went out to wait for the bus, which for some reason has started coming later and later everyday, and by the time it finally got here today I was a human popsicle. The Kid was just fine with her leather coat, glove, scarf, and non-stop running around trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue. I on the other hand, sans hat, scarf, gloves and energy to run around like a nut, was slowly turning an interesting shade of blue. Seriously, it's enough to take your breath away out there. I wonder if it's the coming of the second Ice Age. Think I'll stay inside just in case.

*Note to self: have hot chocolate ready for The Kid when she gets off the bus this afternoon.*




Sunday, December 12, 2004

Fatboy

Ever have one of those days when you know what you want to say but can't focus for crap? Yeah, that would be me right now so I'll just get right to the point...
What Would You Do For A Fatboy? contest put on by local radio station WMMS in Ohio. The Boyfriend's friend was in it Friday night. Contest pictures here. He's the one with all the duct tape and slingshots (Tony). If you want to help him win the motorcycle you can vote for him (but you have to register and give a name, address and phone number so I wont hold it against you if you don't). Either way, check it out 'cause there's some damn funny stuff going on.




Friday, December 10, 2004

Too Cute

Found this at Confessions Of A Girl Geek while surfing BE and had to share it. Here goes...

Mom is driving her little girl to school, and the girl starts asking her mom questions...

Little girl: "Mom, how old are you?"
Mom: "Now honey, you aren't supposed to ask women those kinds of questions..."
Little girl: "Well, how much do you weigh?"
Mom: "Now honey, thats not a very nice question to ask people either."
The little girl is frustrated, but continues asking questions... "Mom, why did you and daddy get divorced?"
Mom: "Now dear, that's not something you should ask. I'll talk to you about it when you get older."

When mom finally drops the little girl off at school, the little girl meets up with one of her friends. They start talking and she says, "Well, I didn't find out anything about my mom... she won't answer any of my questions!"
The friend says, "Well, you should look on her drivers license. Those are supposed to tell everything about a person. Thats what 'identification' means..."

That night, the little girl finds her mom's drivers license and finds all the answers she wanted. She goes to tell her mom...
"Mom, I found out how old you are! You are 42!"
Mom: "Wow, thats right!"
Little girl: "And I found out how much you weigh! 150 pounds!"
Mom: "Wow! Right again!"
Little girl: "And I know why you and daddy got divorced!"
Mom: "...oh really..."
Little girl: "Yup, it's cause you got an "F" in sex!"






Thursday, December 09, 2004

Sad Day

HOLY CRAP! I just heard on the news that Dimebag Darrell, former lead guitarist of Pantera was shot and killed onstage at a Damageplan show in Columbus, Ohio last night. Three other people were also killed at the show before police shot and killed the gunman. Wow, I am in shock. I've seen Pantera 3 times and have a lot of great memories from their shows, including how kick ass this guy was. Such talent! This is truly a shame.







Oops, sorry

It's been brought to my attention by the lovely Principessa that my Blogroll Me link automatically added "www" before my address and for some reason, www won't bring you to this site. It has to be http://anomalousnoodge.blogspot.com to work. I fixed the link in the sidebar, but please change your blogroll settings if it has the "www" in front. Thanks!

*update* Thanks to the ever enjoyable Tim over at Tapes and Tracks and Thoughts and Things, the "www" does work for some people so if you didn't have a problem with it then I guess all is well. Sorry for the confusion.
Hey, it never worked for me either.






Help, please and thank you

Ok, so recently The Kid has started really getting into that poppy dance music... or should I say, her best friend from school is into it and The Kid comes home singing it. I have no idea what she is singing and I don't think she does either. Well, she's absolutely obsessed with the Black Eyed Peas' Lets Get It Started, (that and REM's Stand ... weird, huh?) but other than that I am completely clueless. I don't listen to the radio and if I did I probably wouldn't listen to the station that would play that song. So my question to you... does anyone out there know of any kid appropriate dance type songs? R&B, Pop, Dance, whatever. She likes the catchy little tunes that she can hum if she doesn't know the words. I looked at the Billboard Charts but that didn't help at all.

That kid, I swear, is THE loudest shower singer ever. She'll sing whatever she can think of and when she doesn't know the words, she'll just keep making them up to the tune. I'm so happy she's musically inclined. She has a darn good voice for a 6 year old and can play a few songs on the piano. But anyway, I want her to have something fun to listen to while we doing crafts, so ... any ideas?




Wednesday, December 08, 2004

If only I had seen this earlier



stolen from Sighed Effects





In reference to the last post about the post before that

Another comment from someone who thinks they're king queen shit. Though I have to give this one credit for being grown up enough to leave a real e-mail address. Still no web address though.
I agree with the comments made by the last person. You seem really put out in your role as mother. It's okay though; most parents weren't really meant to become such things. Case in point, you identify your child as "The Kid", a name that codifies them as a being that is distant, and ineffectual to your being. I'm sure you realize this at your core. It's just a hard thing to admit.
Wow, this person must be a genius *that was sarcasm for those of you who can't tell the difference*. The fact the I refer to my daughter as "The Kid" could never *again, with the sarcasm* have anything to do with the fact that I don't want to splatter her name all over the internet. And obviously *more sarcasm*, it "codifies that she's distant and ineffectual to my being". Codifies.... my being? Who talks like that? Did we slip into Dawson's Creek when I wasn't looking? So, since I refer to my boyfriend as "The Boyfriend" that must mean that I wasn't meant to be a girlfriend either. And I'm not using my real name ... Hmm, I guess I wasn't meant to be me. And "I'm sure you realize this at your core. It's just a hard thing to admit."? Well, I'm sure you realize at your core that trying to analyze people's blog posts to make yourself feel smart is rather desperate. It's just a hard thing to admit. And save your "Kind Regards" for someone who gives a crap.

Seriously people, it's just a blog. The attitude is ridiculous (I'm allowed to have attitude, it's what I do best) If you have nothing better to do than post arrogant comments on other people's thoughts, then maybe you need to pay more attention to your own kids. You don't know a thing about me other than what I post so don't pretend that 1 or 2 words defines who I am. The comments are there for feedback from people who aren't complete idiots. Not people who think they're better than everyone, and not people who think examining my every thought or action, word by word, is time worthy. Criticism is fine, but the hoity-toity bullshit is just plain lame.
Thank you to everyone else for all the wonderful, brilliant, witty, hilarious comments you've ever left. I've been meaning to do a Thank You post just to tell you that you guys rock and I think there's definitely no better time than now. I've found many great sites through people's comments and you have no idea how many times I've laughed myself into hysterics. I'm not very good at replying to comments (other than the ones that piss me off, of course), but I adore every single one. Thanks boys and girls! Keep 'em coming!

And you others can just take a flying you know what in a rolling something or other.




Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Pukey Post

I am unbelievably grossed out right now. Around 4:30pm The Kid came downstairs and said, "I ate too much and I just puked". Well, she's one of those pukey kids that will vomit at the drop of a hat. Other people's spit makes her nauseas. So I didn't really think it was a big deal. Well, around 6:15pm, I decided to go up and check on her because she had been hanging around in her room being suspiciously quiet. The little angel was sleeping... but dammit, what was that smell? Turns out that she forgot to mention that she puked all over her desk and floor, not in the toilet. So I just spent 45 minutes cleaning up 2 hour old barf. Not only did she completely cover her desk, but her little t.v. that is on her desk no longer works because it was also covered in... stuff. That means she won't be able to watch her bedtime movie. Which sucks. It also means that I'll be forced to watch cartoons before school. Which sucks more. Anyway, luckily my stomach is nothing like hers and I can handle cleaning that stuff up without so much as a gag. Otherwise there would have been a bigger problem. But still... So. Gross.




Monday, December 06, 2004

My post... Somewhere else

So I was surfing BE (or as I've seen it referred to lately "blex") and came across a site called From Left To Right. There was a topic up for discussion that I feel pretty strongly about... abortion. So I submitted my opinion. You can submit yours too as long as you keep it clean and respectful. I hear people say it should be illegal or it should be legal, but no one ever really goes into much detail as to why other than "it just should". If anyone feels like "discussing", you should check it out. I'm interested to know what everyone thinks.





Just For Fun

I am a caged stompslut who loves to taste bears. (what's a stompslut?)
I am also a macrophilic penis-pumper who loves to corner beavers. (bwa-ha-ha-hahahahaha)
What are you?





Spam sucks (in case you didn't know)

What the hell. Everyday I get spam from these e-mail addresses that seem like real addresses and with real people's names and because I never learn, I open them every time. Every. Time. I think, "ok, I know it's spam, but what if it's a real person and I blow them off?" So I open the damn thing and it's always some "person" talking like they know me. Something along the lines of "I know how much you like SomeStupidProduct so I thought I would send you this link so you could check it out. It's only for a limited time so be sure to hurry over. I know you wouldn't want to miss out on this." Oh really? And just how do you know that? The worst part is that the stuff they're pushing is stuff I have absolutely NO interest in. Where did they get their mailing list, NeverGonnaHappen Land? And you can't block these bunny-boilers because it's never the same name or address. How inconvenient for me. I'm gonna start sending them links to animal porn or something.




Sunday, December 05, 2004

Down with the sickness

So I'm watching this documentary on the use of leeches (to stimulate bloodflow), maggots (to get rid of infection) and bees (multiple sclerosis) in medicine and I starting thinking about what if I had to use them? I know if it was an option of lose a part of the body or have a creepy-crawly on me for a while, I could deal with the bugs. Oddly enough I have grown attatched to all my body parts and, hey they're just bugs. But I know that there are some people out there that just could not do it, no matter what the cost. So I was wondering, would you be more likely to use any of these things if the problem was on your foot than if it was on your face? I know I would be much happier to have maggots on my foot. What if they burrowed into your mouth?! EW! Ok, I'm done grossing you out. Have a great day.





Everyone else is doing it...

Check out these snowflake making skills


The funniest thing... you can report "offensive snowflakes"
Make Your Own





Unconscious Mutterings

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Delightful:: sugar cookies
  2. Impact:: car crash
  3. Consolation:: sympathy
  4. Donation:: blood drive
  5. Blue moon:: you saw me standing aloooone
  6. Grinner:: I'm a lover and I'm a sinner, I play my music in the sun...
  7. Smoker:: I'm a midnight toker, I sure don't want to hurt no one...
  8. Muse:: Tenth-Muse
  9. Tweet:: Rockin Robin
  10. Guitar:: mine is calling to me right now

I guess this one was all about the music.





Saturday, December 04, 2004

Let the holiday tomfoolery begin

The Christmas Carol Mad-Lib started today over at House Of Snark. It definitely puts a new spin on traditional holiday songs. Check it out. Funny stuff!




Friday, December 03, 2004

You can't see me, but I'm rolling my eyes

I got a rather interesting comment that I wasn't sure if I should be pissed about or not. At first I was absolutely annoyed (mostly because they didn't leave the real link to their homepage). I immediately began thinking about replies to piss them off right back, but then I realized that it just wasn't worth it because well, like I give a shit what someone I don't even know thinks of me. So here's the comment:

What the fuck is up with that "Cost of the War in Iraq" counter? No way in hell the cost is 10 times more than the federal deficit. Well, I guess if you're a moonbat lib, you'll believe anything. Wasn't it funny ya never saw Yassir Arafat and Ringo Star in the same place at the same time? Ya gotta wonder!! *takes off tin-foil hat*

I especially enjoyed the "if you're a moonbat lib, you'll believe anything" statement. BUT (you knew that was coming) if you want to talk about believing anything, what about all the crap Bush has been talking and not backing up? Want some examples? Go HERE, HERE, HERE or hell, read the paper any given day of the week. So whatever. I'm fine with this person's inability to respect other people's opinions (obviously conservative). And HERE's the real link to their site (because I'm a nice person).

signed, Moonbat Liberal (...whatever the fuck that is)




Wednesday, December 01, 2004

secret name

What's Your Secret Christmas Name?
Mine is Fuzzy Berry-Noodles. What the hell? Those dirty little elves!
*stolen from Stacy*





Twilight Zone?!

Now wait just a damn minute... how the hell is it December already?! *scowl*








Cost of the War in Iraq
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We hang the petty thieves, but appoint the great
ones to office
- Aesop

Don't steal, the government hates competition.



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