Sheesh!

What is it with you people.

First, Etch wants a new link heading just for him and now PJ (dispatcher journal) thinks he belongs there too.

I'm beginning to think that 'Random Shit' is what one should strive for when blogging and everyone should have such a link. It certaintly seems to be the popular choice of the day.

Anyone else jumping ship and heading over?

(next up: 'Blogs o' crap' ;O)

Just for you!

Because Etch didn't want to be just a' glimpse of fun and always amusing', a new catagory (his invention) has been created.

Random Shit.

I threw his partner in crime into the same catagory, cause I wouldn't want the Etcher to feel a tad lonely or as if he was in a catagory all to himself. It's that whole equality thing and I try so hard to spread it wherever I go.

Plus I am bored, there is only so much "History Channel, how to make a semi-truck" that one can handle.

Riddle me this?

How can a man who shovels cow poop, births calves and butchers pigs throw-up over a tiny little hairball from a cat?

Imagine if you will....

Your 20 something self is sitting in your cherry red bomb of the decade with subwolfers going and your just chillin' to a bit of Piff Daddy, Pee Diddly while waiting for boss to show up at his house so you can begin work.

You look to the right and a vision appears, you notice your legs are a bit wobbly and your feet are starting to sweat in their Red Line kick butt work boots. Never mind the beads of fear that are forming on your brow line or that said vision looks as if she is ready to kill you simply because you happen to exist. You gawk and you stare, you wonder if the freak is really coming your way. You notice she is on a mission and hope against hope the mission isn't you.

She stops directly in front of you, getting this close to your face and exhales a bit of "really needs a toothbrushing" breath into your face. After nearly passing out, you now have the ability to view her up close and personal. You start at the top and in a quick glance, notice that she frequents the hairstylist that made Medusa so famous. It takes a split second to realize that anyone ready to wonder out of the home in blue jammies with cows snow-boarding down a hill in almost 70 degree weather probably should not be messed with.

Your not sure what you did, but you immediately apologize as she begins in a high pitch tone and squinty eyes that this is a residential neighborhood and no human being should be woken up to some rap ass dude named Pee in the Potty at 7 freaking 30 in the morning. You apologize again and turn down the music as your slowly backing up in great fear of having your head taken off.

She wanders away in a zig-zag fashion mumbling about young one's today with no respect and you pray that your not like her when you grow up.

Morning everyone!

Alright, if I ask really nice

Would someone please (pretty please!) go over to Learning Curve? Just click on the link and woolah..your there. The link is either in my profile or under "blogs by me" section. I promise there are no horrific pictures to view or wierd alien type creatures ready to spit out at you.

No, it's not so you can read my posts (but while your there...) it's because I put a new counter on it and I have no clue if it is working. For that matter, I have no clue if it's even there. I thought it was but I can't see it, so I'm just hoping it is.

Except I set it so it won't count me when I visit the site and that leads me to having no clue if it works or if it is even placed in properly.

You don't have to read, you don't have to click anything there. But if your kind enough (pretty please) to wander over, just leave me a remark here or there to let me know.

This way, I will be able to figure out if the counter is working or if it even exists. I'm beginning to think it's a figment of my imagination and I never attempted to place a counter on the site. But I clearly remember signing up and receiveing an email stating that I did. So if I remember and have the email to prove it...it must be so. It just must be messed up, that's all. Right?

Huh?

Husband and I were watching Rockstar: Supernova last night and there was a commercial at the end where a person could purchase ringback tones.

Husband asked "What's a ringback tone?"

I answered "Uuuummm....a tone that rings, well...back."

He said "What's that? Who would be ringing back and how would you know they weren't just calling you?"

I said "I don't know. I could ask my blog friends. Maybe they know."

He said "No, no..don't do that. I'm just 35 years old have no clue what a ringback tone is or why one would want it. I've gone this long without knowing, I can go a few more years."

Apparently he can, but I can't. Now I am wondering, what is a ringback tone and why in the world would someone want it?

Updated my links

I put new links into my blog role!

Enjoy!

Edited to add that I broke them down into catagories because I have a few readers that cannot or do not want to view certain information (political or graphic details for instance) without fair warning.

I lived!

That's pretty obvious. The ice cream didn't tear my gut out and send me spiraling into the "I have so much pain, I cannot move" syndrome. Not that I am going to tempt fate twice though. I love ice cream, but I know what too much of it does to me and this time, I was simply lucky.

Yesterday morning I took my daughter to church and while she was there, I sat outside reading. I looked up and really looked at the building that she worships in and the surroundings. These building is located on a farm (donated by the family) that has been in the area for about 150 years. The church itself is rumored to be about 100 years old, so that had me wondering about the history of the building and the people who used to go there. What were they like, how many children did they have, did they have ice cream socials after church or did they go home and work the fields? Who built the church and was it also a school house like many churches were in the olden days? What was the paster like and was s/he as nice and heart warming as the one that is currently there? If it was a school house also, who was the teacher?

All these thoughts roaming around in my brain and when church let out, PDQ had some really exciting news. The congregation will be having a picnic in September and needed ideas on a theme. They will accept the ideas next week and vote on which one is the best. Last year, they celebrated Grandparents and wanted to do something new this year. The other exciting news was that her "aunt" (my friend) that told her about the church is going to be the new Sunday School teacher and they will be having it before church instead of on Friday's like they did the previous year. This "aunt" is like a mentor to my daughter and they are very close. It's probably the one adult that I know PDQ will go to if she ever thought she couldn't talk to me about something. The relationship was love at first sight when PDQ was born and has magnified since then. I feel very lucky to having someone like "aunt" to be in both my daughters life and in mine.

Anyway, I suggested to my daughter, "Fellowship, Past and Present" and explained what it meant which is just basically celebrating all those who currently attend now and in the past. She took the idea an ran with it. Maybe taking pictures of all the current congegration and they can submit a small story about what the church means to them or a memory that they have had through the church. Then, if Sunday School starts prior to the picnic, the kids can put all the stories with the pictures of the congregation onto poster boards for display. Maybe someone can talk to the farmer who owns the church and see what information he has regarding the past.

We'll see if her idea is picked. It would be really interesting if it does and I might just do it for the church even if it doesn't. This way, they have their memories placed down forever.

YUMMY!

The best part about making your own banana split is getting three cherry's instead of one.

The worst part is being lactose intolerant.

*sigh*

I'll let you know tomorrow if it was worth the pain and torture that is sure to follow.

(yes, I know there is medicine I can take, but I never remember to buy it)

Blah!

I think I have officially hit "bad mood syndrome" today because I am really (and I do mean REALLY) cranky.

I have woken up with the mother of all headaches for two days now which means I am grinding my teeth in my sleep. That leads me to believe something is really bothering me and I know what it is and yet, I can't do anything to fix it. Ever have that problem? you know if you fix a particular problem, it will just bring on more problems and you really don't want more problems then you already have? So the problem just sits and maybe it will go away, maybe if you go a bit pro-active or just ignore it will work itself out? Because the alternative is hurting someone and that really isn't your goal or plan because you really like someone and yet your tired of what this someone is doing and saying?

I also have a bug bite. Right on my neck, which really itches. I heard that I can use nail polish to take the itches away 'cept I don't have clear polish. I don't even have any pretty pink polish. I have goth purple, blood red and I think PDQ might have some sparkly stuff. I'm thinking that they are not the best color choices to dress up a bug bite, so I'll have to search out some anti-itch cream which will only last about an hour before the need to re-apply begins. I know...small issue in comparison, whatever.

The two girls are ripping each other out by the throat today and it's not even 9:00am in the morning. I've officially stepped away until such I see blood (and not nail polish blood either). Maybe that makes me a bad mom, but I am sick of them fighting. One would think that a six year difference between the two would limit the jealousy and cattiness but it doesn't. So here I sit listening to PDQ boss Ms. RB and in return, Ms. RB screeching at the top of her lungs to GO AWAY NOW PDQ! I'm waiting because in exactly 4.5 minutes at least one, if not both, will be running in here crying that the other is being mean to her. I'll hand them both boxing gloves and tell them to take it outside. Not really. I want to hand them both muzzles and straight jackets but that would definitely win me the bad mommy of the year award.

On a happier note, my laundry is almost caught up and my house is over-all clean. I guess that is something. Focus on the positive cause the negative shit is just gonna drag my ass down to netherland and refuse to return.

And a side note to Wolfbaby cause I don't now if you saw it in my comments or not. I tried to read your site but the print is really small for me and I have to have the husband look at it to see what he can do. I just didn't want you to think the comments were one-sided or anything!!!

Teaching my children

There are a few things that I really want my children to learn and they are probably the most important things that I feel will help them get through life.

I want my children to learn that they are no better then anyone else and nobody is better then them. All people are created equal no matter what they believe or look like. They are to respect everyone even when they don't want to. Treat others as you wish to be treated and realize that everyone is equal and deserving. Respect falls to the wayside only when someone shows thier true colors and even then, we need to stay respectful whenever dealing with the person.

My children need to realize that faith alone does not distinguish WHO they are. It's what they do and say with that faith. They can either represent it well or they can represent it poorly. Although their faith may be right for themselves they are never to throw another persons lack of faith or difference in faith at them as if they are better then them. It's ok to disagree and it's ok to argue, debate or otherwise discuss. It's never ok to condemn a person or to decide that they are no longer worthy of your time or effort simply because they believe differently or refuse to listen to what you have found as your own personal truth.

The most important thing I want my children to learn is to treat others how you wish to be treated no matter how they are treating you. This is a hard one for me because I feel as if I have been attacked or my children have been attacked, I want to come out guns blazing. Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. Depends on whether or not I am listening to God telling me to calm down. It's ok to state your mind, to tell them their actions were unappreciated but it is not ok to attack them back. Even though they have just shown you how they want to be treated, my children need to learn that if they follow suit, they are also showing the world how they wish to be treated and the world WILL treat them as such.

It's also difficult for me at times to realize that these are the rules I live by and not everyone else does and although the rules are small in comparison, they are not easy ones because it basically means turning the other cheek in most instances. It's also about realizing tolerance and respectful behavior even when you really do not feel like it. It's about being kind and considerate and loving thy neighbor as you would love thyself.

But I think if my children learn these things, they will get through life just fine.

Prayer request

I am asking for a prayer request that my brother in law return home safely. We just found out that he was sent into the heart of the latest war outbreak as have many other soldiers.

For me, the soldiers fighting a war has never been political. Whether you agree with the war or not, they are there to do a job that they signed up for. They go where they are called and risk their lives to do their job properly. They take chances you and I are not willing to take and do so because they are told to.

Please pray that all return home safely.

Whew!

That was a trip and a half. Ever realize that the only people camping who look even remotely decent are teenagers? Especially teen girls who tend to bring 20 outfits for a two day trip as well as any posssible hair/face grooming paraphenalia that they ever owned!

It's hot here, very hot. It's the hot point that nothing makes sense and swimming doesn't even sound like fun. I'm not complaining or anything, but it is hot. I could try that egg experiment and tell my kids that this would be their brain on drugs but then they would probably look at me like I was on drugs. Maybe that is not such a brilliant idea.

It's hot and teens must be beautiful even during camping trips that involve showering with shoes on and doing their hair at an outdoor mirror.

The things I learn and share.

Random bits of nothing

First, I was going to blog all about camping and didn't really like how it was coming out, so I just erased it. The thought crossed my mind to rant a bit about parents who allow their children to be mean to other parents or teach them it is acceptable to speak about friends poorly in order to please other friends. But didn't think that would be a good idea right now. A moment ago (when I was typing that sentence) I considered a lecture on teen sex and how a girl just does not need to give it to some bloke because he says those three pretty little words "I love you." That would be a good one, just not right now.

It finally hit me. I will moan and complain about how once a year my family goes camping (don't get excited, we have electricity to run the coffee pot and hot water up at the bath house...I'm spoiled afterall) and I end up doing all the work to get my family prepared while my husband sits on the chair and snores. He might have moved from the chair to the bedroo...er...dining room by now. I wouldn't know because I haven't had time to look.

I have baked muffins for the kids and have done a few loads of laundry. His stuff is gathered together and ready to go into the clothes bucket in a nice orderly fashion. The kids new bike helmets are bagged and ready to go. The money is counted and I even boiled up some chicken to make it easier for him to grill while we are camping. Tomorrow, I will drop the dog off at doggy hotel, pick up PDQ's medicine and come home. When I get home the plan is to pack the rest of my stuff. The bathroom supplies and make sure PDQ picked out outfits that actually match for herself and Ms. RB. No, not match each other...just match the other article of clothes that go with the outfit. If I let Ms. RB do it, she'll have purple stripes and orange polka dots together, so I am hoping there is a bit more luck with letting PDQ accomplish this task.

Once that is all done, I will pack up the caravan, make sure the family is in their proper vehicles and drive to our friends house. At that time, I will be fully responsible for transferring all camping gear and children from the caravan into her vehicle except for Ms. RB. She should already be in husbands truck, but if she isn't..she soon will be. In my friends vehicle, we will have six children. I seriously think my husband can handle one child in his. If not, he better learn real quick cause we are not stopping to help out.

Ok, so I forgot where I was going with all this, except maybe to point out that I am tired, it's almost 11pm at night and I still have a load of laundry to fold and another to put into the dryer with a dishwasher that seriously needs to some running.

Oh..and to let you all know I am out of here for a bit. We are going on our great camping excursion. Again, don't get too excited...I have electricity AND my friends pop up...there will be none of that "back to nature" camping for me. I need hot water at the bathhouse that is easily accessible and close walking distance. I need flushing toilets and definitely require electricity otherwise I can't have my coffee in the morning and do not dare even mention percolators over a campfire, that's simply not right). Without my coffee, especially after a marathon night like this...oooh...I don't even want to think about it.

Bribery at it's finest

"Hey PDQ, if you make pancakes for Ms. RB, I'll let you sit

dormant all day playing your video game."

"Cool!"

A day with Ms. RB

Juice, can I have juice?

I'm hungry, cheese? Got any cheese?

Juice, I'm thirsty.

Snack, can I have a snack?

Snack mommy SNACK!

Lemon, I eat a lemon?

Orange and water? I make orange water?

Lemon?

Juice?

Snack?

Cookie?

I eat?

I eat?

I thirsty?

Swim? I go swimming?

Juice?

I eat?

I swim?

I'm not tired!

NO!

You do!

I eat?

Juice?

I said I am NOT hungry!

Sunny days, keeping the clouds away...I love clouds, I want winter..sunny days!

I eat?

I AM NOT TIRED I SAYS!

cookie? Can I have a cookie?

Clouds, clouds, clouds!

I AM NOT TIRED STOP!

STOP!

NO BATH. I said NO BATH! I'm NOT TIRED NO BATH.

Bubbles in the bath? I get a bubble bath? Still not tired.

I eat?

I'm hungry.

Juice?

Story? Can I have a story?

Meme or is that MeeMee?

I've been tagged by Mysti and I think maybe Enigma, but I'll have to go back and check to see if it's the same MeMe. I figured I always forgot to do it, so today I decided to be right on the ball:

Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. First job was at an underwear factory trimming the little threads off the side. Did that for a whole summer and made pretty decent money at it too. It has since been closed down.

2. K-Mart and quit because they wouldn't give me off for my graduation. Said I didn't request early enough which was odd since I was hired in the beginning of May, told them I was graduating and when it was (June). Whatever.

3. Advertising layout designer for a local newspaper. Sounds fancy, but anyone who knows their way around a mouse can do it.

4. Assistant Manager of a fast food restaurant. I worked at the same place when I was in highschool, so when I went back to apply, I worked about a month as a crew member and then went right to assistant.

Four movies I would watch over and over:

Pay it Forward, Breakfast Club, Titanic, Schindlers List

Four places I have lived:

1. Seattle Washington, San Antonio Texas. Now, take those two places and add about 3 or 4 different towns each within a 130 mile radius and you'll be pretty close.

Four TV shows I love/loved to watch:

1. Top Model (of course), Dancing with the Stars, NCIS, House, Ghost Whisperer, CSI, Survivor and House Hunters.

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Yellowstone and Mt. Rushmore
2. Boston
3. Florida
4. Camping locally that we do every year.

Four websites I look at daily (more than others):

My blogger friends and all who is on the role call. I don't always comment, depending on if I have time. But I check them every single day.

I'm tagging whoever feels like copying and pasting.

I hate my neighborhood

At least tonight anyway.

I have done my firework duty by going downtown and watching the display they put on for all the residents and campers that invade our area every year. I sat there for 2 friggin hours waiting for the display and then spent another half hour covering my youngest ears while she ooo'de and awed the display away. They did a wonderful job and I had my full of fireworks. I was done, didn't want anymore and was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening at home. Put the kids to bed early, head off to snooze land myself and all would be good.

Call me unpatriotic if you will but you come here and live my life for the next couple of hours. I always forget that this neighborhood has boys in it. Boys that love fireworks. Lot's of fireworks and they must start the moment dusk approaches and continue late into the night. You deal with an "TOO LOUD" almost four year old who jumps and freaks at every pop, snap and crackle and then have an almost ten year old scream "I CAN'T SLEEP!!!" as your trying to calm down the almost four year so the ten year old can sleep.

We have had a momentary break in the cracking and popping due to some idiot thinking it is acceptable to hold a roman candle in his hands (which is illegal, not the holding but the candle and I digress) while he sets it off barefoot. I have to say in my best Mysti impersonation "Here's your sign" as he hops, skips and jumps his way across the road in a pathetic attempt to avoid the pretty sparkling fall out that flying towards his feet. Get a clue. Drop the candle. Don't hold it as you run, it will still burn you.

Happy 4th everyone.

Moving things around and cleaning up but not really

Started yet another blog. Don't know about you guys, but this one was taking FOREVER to pull up so I decided to start yet another blog that has all the pictures of the storm and anything else that may catch my eye. Currently, the link is only in my profile and the page is a bit wacked, but sooner or later I'll get a link on the blog role. Hopefully this will help load the blog a bit easier.

I considered cleaning out my bookmarks and putting a while bunch of links into the blog role, but that requires doing something. Other then fighting with Wadical (AGAIN!), I have no energy to click, point and click again. Just seems like way too much work. So all those stray links will just have to hang out in my bookmarks for yet one more day.

Then I thought maybe I would get some of the links and stuff figured out over on the Learning Curve cause there is nothing worse then sitting in someone's blog with nowhere to go. Same problem....it's work and I don't feel like doing it. Maybe tomorrow. I wouldn't hold out hope if I were you though.

Maybe I will go swimming and then maybe I won't. The weather here is overcast and we are in thunderstorm watch. As if we need more rain. NOT. Whatever. With my luck, I'll get the suit on, grab the towel and head out just as the first drop or flash comes out of the sky. Personally, living on the edge is great fun, but I'm just to lazy to be bothered. We were in the bucket bunches yesterday and had great fun. Maybe I'll hold tight onto the memories until such time I get my lazy butt out of the house again.


Here's a juicy tidbit for you. Spell check does not accept the word "blog" and tries to change it to "bloc." What's up with that?