a country girl life

plastic surgery

2008-03-09T11:00:00.002-05:00

Mornin'.

I was reading some stuff last night*... this here is wicked:

Let's see... if you think your butt is kinda flat, or hangy or something... you can go get yourself some "butt implants". A doctor will slice open each cheek and place a large sack of "stuff" in there, then sew you back up. This procedure will run you anywhere from $6,000-13,000. If you just want a butt "lift", which means they are going to take fat from other places (on your own body... hopefully) and syringe it into your ass... it'll cost you anywhere from $7500-15,000. Either procedure takes weeks to recover... and I imagine will probably hurt like hell. There is the possibility of ruptures ("sorry, my butt popped all over your new couch."), or nerve damage in this one.

Or, you can get labiaplasty. Frickin ouch! All I have to say about this one... between yo legs... and... scalpel! Some women get this one for medical reasons. Others get it because they feel they don't "look good enough". Being raised around rowdy boys... I'd say that the "looks/shape" really doesn't matter as much as you think it does ladies. After this procedure is done... you can not do the deed for about 4 weeks and your going to be swollen and mis-shapen for MONTHS. Your also going to pay (at least) $5,000 for this. Oh, and there is a possibility that you will lose all feeling "down there". Niiiice.

Here's some freak stuff here (I'm talking circus-tent stuff): Toe shortening or lengthening. Wild huh? I'm sure there are some medical reasons out there that this should be done on some people... but seriously... for cosmetics, is it worth $2500 per toe? This has some side effects too. You can end up shifting weight to the other four toes which can lead to bunions, nerve pain, and balance problems.

Shoulder lipo. I didn't even know this was a problem until I read this article. If you want more lean looking shoulders... you can go get the fat sucked out of them for around $750 per shoulder. This also takes close to 6 weeks for just the swelling to go away.

Another great procedure: belly button reshaping. Wow. If you want to change an outtie, or you want a more shallow button or maybe you want it in a different shape (diamond, oval)... then you can go under the knife and git r done. Some people do this after a tummy tuck, and some just do it, well just 'cause(?). The doc is going to cut around your hole, stuff fat and skin around it to make the shape you want and then sew you back up. The risks: prolonged pain, scarring, and who the hell knows what it's actually going to look like when the doc is done and the swelling is down. This will run you $5,000-7,500. Nice huh?

The world is completely nuts... everybody wants to look like everybody else. People will let a complete stranger saw on their body for an obscene amount of money... and then get pissed and try to sue when it ends up kinda Shrek-ish looking. The only time in my life that I have EVER been sewn up is when something happened that wasn't suppose too. If you have uncontrollable bleeding... then you should probably consider getting a needle and thread.

A little story-- I have an aunt (in southern Alabama). This woman was in her early forties when she decided that she was too big. She heard about that gastric bypass crap and decided to go get it done. She slimmed down rather quickly after the surgery, got lots of compliments, bought a new wardrobe and was struttin her stuff. She had the usual side effect(s) from the surgery: Having to stick around a bathroom soon after you eat... because you are going to have to "go" very quickly afterward, and the loose skin that developes from where you've lost all the weight. She also ended up having some additional problems, like a serious intestine infection that left her in the hospital for a while. After it's all done and she's lost the weight, she decides to go back and get a "whole body tuck" that will get rid of the excess skin she had since losing all her weight. After this procedure, she got sick again and now is in and out of the hospital, close to death, with staph infection throughout her entire body. We keep waiting (daily) on the call that says she's passed on. I'd like to ask her if it was worth it. Jenny Craig would've been cheaper and healthier... it probably would've taken longer to lose the weight... but at least you'd be alive to see the end results.

Got my little brother's birthday party today (Happy 7th Birthday!!).

Have a relaxed Sunday!

*cited from Glamour magazine

tis me!

2008-03-09T10:59:00.000-05:00

Blog from 3/8/08:

I'm b-b-b-b-back!

Wooohooo...

I'm alive! AND the chili supper is over! Right on!!

Celebrating birthdays n'stuff this weekend. Hoping yall are having a good one!!
Muuaaahhh Be back in a day-er-two.

meatless picture people

2008-03-09T10:54:00.003-05:00

Blog from 3/5/08:

Upon entering the MySpace site... there is a video for "world's biggest leach" (I didn't watch it). That's disgusting! I don't know what it is about blood... I just can't handle it. I'd love to be able to donate blood to those blood banks (red cross), but I just can't do it. I pass out WATCHING people giving blood. I can't help it. I pretty much hit the floor every time I have to have blood drawn or a finger-prick. Crazy huh? Yeah, my nurses make fun of me every time. It's like this running joke. Yeah, funny... glad we're getting a laugh at my weaknesses. Funny shit, huh? -smack smack-

Counting down the days (2!)... the chili supper is almost over. Woohooo. I know, I know, my husband is getting sick of hearing me bitch too.

My photo class ended on Tuesday. (I'm gearing up to take another.) That last class was kind of a joke. We didn't even get our cameras out or go over our homework (on that last day)... we instead talked about organic foods and vegetarianism (-a word?). I shouldn't have even attended. Guess what!!-- I'm evil as all hell cause I butcher (and eat!!) cows, I am feeding my kids Splenda, I serve my family lettuce that has been sprayed for... (whatever crawls on it?), and I gave my little girl a Tootsie-Roll sucker. Look at me. Aren't I the frickin devil.

Anyway... some huge-ass lady (amazon woman!) started in on how Splenda kills ants.
Amazon Chic (7'3", 456 lbs...): "Splenda is a horrible creation. It's used to kill ants!"
Random opinionated girl who should just shut the hell up before she gets her ass kicked (hehe): "I use Splenda in all my stuff. I don't feed my kids very much sugar... only on special occasions."
Amazon: "Your feeding your kids that stuff? Your giving them ant poison!! Don't you feel bad about that? Your giving your children a substance that terminates and wipes out many colonies."
(Ants are our friends??)
girl: "Do you eat rice?"
Amazon: "All the time. I love oriental food!"
girl: (dramatic-like...) "Oh my god your eating bird poison!! Your eating a substance that kills many many birds at a time! They don't even use the toxic stuff at weddings anymore because of this... and your eating it!!"
Amazon: (rolls her eyes)

Stupid people should not go out into public.

THEN... I get jumped on because I hunt "bambi" (I get this one a lot... mainly from other females... so it didn't surprise me), and for butchering and eating cows. Little did I know- I am "butchering a defenseless animal that has done nothing (to me) and requires nothing out of me but (my) grass". Mmmmhmmm. Obviously these people don't know the price of hay (in a state that's suffered drought for 2 yrs) or the price of corn (-drought there again), plus all the other costs (fence, shots...). Those poor, stupid stupid animals. Aren't I the devil. I should have told them the method I use to butcher a chicken... old bats are likely to have had a heart attack. Hehehe.
... If your a dumb ass... please please do not go out into public... it just makes more work for the rest of us.

Oh and-- While this animal-rights discussion is going on the sweet old lady next to me is asking me if I can go over that bit on how to "attach pictures to an email just one more time" for her. -banging head on desk repeatedly-

I've been busy doin' this thang (you know what "thang" I'm talkin 'bout... fund raiser). I have a weekend chalkfull of 'stuff' to do. Lotsa stuff. After this weekend things should slow down quite a bit. I'm ready.

Happy Thurs-dee.

help me...

2008-03-09T10:52:00.002-05:00

3/3/08:

Dear Lord,
Please God, help me to resist the evil Cadbury eggs that satan has placed in every frickin store I walk into. Especially those caramel-filled ones. -You know the ones... with the rich carmal-ee texture that slowly drips out of the fine chocolatey hollow egg. If you could do this for me Lord... and please keep me from being damned with all the red jellybeans a girl could possibly eat this Easter.

Thank you Lord.

... and bless the pigmys in New Guinea.
Amen.

this n' that

2008-03-09T10:49:00.001-05:00

Blog from 3/3/08:

Been offline... but you know what I've been doing (cussing fundraiser). It's at the end of this week, so maybe I won't be as busy when this deal is all done. Yeah right... they'll have me jumping through other hoops by then. I like to participate in other things throughout the year (like Relay For Life), but the school has kinda got me strapped on time with what they (alone!) are wanting. Crazy.

My last digital photo class is on Tuesday night (tomorrow). That means tomorrow will be a hectic day. (Class days always are.) There is just waaaaay too much to do on those days. Try to cram everything in the day that doesn't have enough hours to cover half of it. Anyway, I'm kinda past what's being taught in this class... but it's good to start from somewhere. Next I'm going to more advanced. I think I'll be able to stay awake a little easier in that one. I have a lot of trouble staying awake when I am completely bored out of my frickin mind. J and I have been discussing studio options, some finances, and I've got a portfolio to work on (but it ain't gonna happen this month!).

Friday I worked on my fundraiser all day. Mom came out to the house to visit with me and the girls (J was at work till Saturday morning). Later, I cleaned house, cooked dinner, did baths, and all that good stuff. With the kids whining to go see Grandpa (and vice-versa), I decided to take them up there for the night and get out a little. -Why stay home by myself? I didn't get out till about 9. Kinda chilled, had a drink, sat and visited with my best friend. Came home, ate a late dinner and hit the hay.

I woke up pretty early (for a Saturday morning with no kids)... at 6am. Pulled myself together and went into town to do some shopping. I took my littlest with me. She loves to go shopping! My oldest couldn't care less... so she continued to stay with Grandma & Grandpa for a portion of that day. J came home that morning and crashed, as he'd been up since 9pm the previous night (driving). The little 'un and me shopped more than we could handle. No, not fun shopping, it was grocery shopping. (And had to pick up a few tractor and chainsaw parts/pieces.) We met my mom and little brother for lunch, ran into 900 people we knew at the restaurant, and then went home to pick up my oldest and wake up the big guy. Then, we went out on the wheelers to the pasture to fix fence and trim up brush where the fence will go. Fun, huh? Saturday night we rested, had a great steak dinner, did the family thing & movies, and then put the kids to bed. We were all frickin tired! It was good to get in some time with the hubby, even if it did involve barbwire and a chainsaw, we've been really busy the past couple of weeks.

Sunday we had a family dinner to go to. A meeting for Relay For Life. I'm not participating in the fundraising this year, as I've got too much other stuff going right now. I'd like to try and participate in the get-togethers and functions though. Anyway, we had a really good time at the family dinner and got in a lot of visiting. (Brandy it was awesome to see you, Nic, and the kiddos!) Sunday night we chilled out at the house. Me and the hubby cooked up some stuff together and watched a Barbie movie with our oldest daughter. Yes, it was swirl-head Barbie.

This week is going to be the craziest week ever. I've got digital classes, an appointment for maintenance on my Jeep, school, 3 decorating and committee meetings for the Chili Supper fundraiser, then the Chili Supper itself, J and I are going to the city to do "us" things on Saturday, a union meeting, and my little brother's family-only birthday party on Sunday. Somewhere in there I've got to fit in a couple of doctor appointments too. My daughter's spring break starts on Friday. She's not as thrilled about this as I would be. Kids confuse me a lot of the time though too. Next week is my best friends' birthday on Friday, and then mine on Sunday. We have plans to do something on Saturday night... but not sure what yet. I'm thinkin though, that it would be nicer to get a pizza (with the hubby... if he's home), take the kids to the sitters', rent some spooky movies (or perhaps some chic flix) and stay in. Snaggin season starts on Saturday the 15th! Woohooo! -Got a couple of boats lined up to do the deed. Good times, good beer, and awesome fish!

Once this chili deal gets over, then I've got a family birthday party for my daughter, then her slumber party (with 6 of her little girly friends), and then there is Easter. -Easter is always a huge deal for us... there's the dresses (-NEVER underestimate the deal of the dresses), the 900 eggs that have to be just the right colors, the chocolate(!), whatever dinners and get togethers that are planned (mom?), and church.

Well, that's what I'm up to. I didn't fall off the Earth or nothin. Talk to ya later on in the week.

Have a kickass Monday & Tuesday!

evil girl... muahahaha (-evil laugh)

2008-03-09T10:48:00.000-05:00

Blog from 2/27/08:

I'm doing really good with my photo classes. My teach says I'm doing great with people... but I need to work on my landscape. I have "action" pictures as my homework tonight and tomorrow. I'm glad it's going so well. I'm currently looking into other classes (in photography). I'm going to start working on more of a portfolio before too long. Fun!

Once upon a time there was a girl. She went to pick up her daughter from school... wrapped only in a 100' banner made of newspaper (paper), wearing green rubber boots, blue tinsel faux eyelashes, the sequin horns and tail from her devil costume, and an 'X' on her forehead written in black eyeliner. The nice teacher at the school decided the girl needed a break from her banner-making efforts. The girl was very happy. ... The end.

Have a good Wednesday!

my true-crime book review

2008-02-25T15:25:00.002-06:00

... Hehehehe...

I read true crime books constantly. I think maybe it's an addiction or something. It's not nearly as dangerous as being addicted to red jellybeans though. Anyway, I've had a few other true crime nuts (friends) out there ask me about the book I was reading (at the time) and if I liked it, and if they had read it- I wanted to know if they liked it. I read true crime books because they interest me. I think about the suspect and what could have possibly made him/her the person they turned out to be. Interesting. Some true crime books really suck. They are horribly written, and do not seem researched near enough for the person to be telling the story. Some are biased. The biased books crack me up. The author sounds... uh, (to put it nicely-) uneducated. Then there are the true crime books that absolutely rock. The story is told to the reader like it's first-hand. A good author can put you right there as if your watching the action yourself .

The Search For The Green River Killer (by-Carlton Smith & Tomas Guillen): It's based in the Seattle, WA area. It took the authorities awhile to find this sick sucker. He ended up with a lot of victims over the years. -Prostitutes. The book depicts the lives of, not only the killer, but the cops, their families, the poor victim's families, and what they all went through. The book is filled with great research & info about the case. Unbelievable how much these guys researched this. Well documented. And then there is the writing. It puts you in each character's place as you read. -The great photos help with this also. This case is very famous, nationally known, and there are constantly documentary's and movies on about this case. Lifetime is suppose to be airing a movie on March 30th.

Suffer The Little Children (by- Barbara Davis): This book seemed more real to me because I've driven through the town of Atoka, OK (and surrounding areas) many many times. If your not familiar with that area, then I don't know how real it'd seem to the reader. The guy in this book is an absolute nut. They should have placed him in the nut-house long before he'd committed any crimes. Married guy (to two women) and had children (by both). There is one part in this book about an infant that will never leave my mind. This is one of those criminals that you'd really just like to beat the holy crap out of. Makes me believe even more in "An eye for an eye". The book is pretty well written. I'd never heard of this author before I'd read this book. She seems to be pretty good. It's kind of hard to put any kind of rating on this book, as I said before, I've been around the area the book is based. I don't know for sure if I'd "get it" as well (or be interested in it as much) if I hadn't been there to know the territory, creeks, terrain, towns and all of that. It is an interesting case though. It's one of those that makes you think "He did what??!"

In Broad Daylight (by- Harry N. Maclean): I originally started this book because it happened in my home-state. In a little farming town up north. I kind of know the area, but not real well. It's interesting. Like a farmer-gone-bad kind of guy. It's amazing how much he got away with "in broad daylight" before the town took justice into their own hands "in broad daylight"! And the town really did take justice into their own hands. It's hard to know who's side to be on in the end. Who was more in the wrong? The book seemed to move along quickly for me too. The author had a lot of different sides to cover, he did well in writing them all and keeping the reader interested.

Monster Slayer (by- Robert Scott): I wasn't too crazy about this book. It was coming from Shiprock, New Mexico, and the author seemed to be really fascinated with the area instead of the case itself. It was okay, but not something I'd go out of my way to read. Actually, the guy it's about sounds like somebody just needed to spank him when he was a kid and maybe he would've turned out a little more normal. -Maybe not, but I'm getting that from the way this was written. I think I know a few cocky fellas that act just like this guy. I really wouldn't recommend this book to other's.

Slow Death (by- Jim Fielder): This was honestly the SICKEST BOOK I'VE EVER READ in my life! Bad stuff. This one is also in New Mexico (Elephant Butte Lake area... how did they come about that name?). You will be absolutely shocked at what this guy (and his girlfriend, and daughter) did. Crazy crap right here! He should not have had a trial, they should have just fried him as soon as they caught him. The author writes this really good. Very detailed! Maybe too detailed -lol. Sexually explicit. It's sick but at the same time it's very interesting to wonder how a person comes to be the person they are. And what the justice system will do (or should do) about it. I'd recommend it... if you can handle it.

Body Count (by- Burl Barer): The infamous Robert Lee Yates. This one is also in Washington (Spokane). His body count came up to something like 20-25. Like the Green River Killer, Yates went after prostitutes. He was married, had kids, and in the National Guard the entire time he killed. This book moved along really quickly. The author is pretty good. He tells a good story, detailed, and researched well.

Strangler (by- Corey Mitchell): Houston, Texas. This guy was a married father of two little girls. He was (to be nice-) a real f-up. He was a charmer, arrogant, and wanted to be caught. One of those you just wanted to slap when you took one look at him. He got a real kick out of what he did. With a serial killer- the body count bugs me, how many this person got away with... but whats more disturbing is child victims. To me, a guy could kill 10 adult victims, but the guy that only had 2 victims and both were children bothers me more. In this book, there are 3 child-victims. The author of this book is pretty awesome. He researches and writes a good story. One of those that puts you there when the crime took place. I will definitely be looking for more by this guy.

Without Pity (by- Ann Rule): What can I say... it's Ann Rule for Christ sakes! This one is a compilation of cases. Short stories about cases all over the U.S. It's good. Ann Rule was some of my first true crime reads. She, as always, is awesome. (-And no I'm not her stalker.) I have another book about Ted Bundy that is by her. (-I can't recall the name of it at the moment.) It was a good book, very different, but good. I find that she is a little more biased and easy on Bundy than a lot of people, but I think that is because she was buddies with him before he was even known as THE Ted Bundy (the serial killer). That one is a good book, but not so much one of my favorites (and I still can't recall the name of it?!).

Homicide By The Rich And Famous (by- Gini Graham Scott): This one is about... well, as it states in the title. It's an okay book. I wasn't real swooned by it or anything. I've read other books about some of the same crimes reported in this book... with entirely different evidence and thought than was written here. So I think a lot of this book was what the author herself wanted you to think. Which I imagine it probably is hard to write and un-biased book when you already have your own mind made up. I don't think I'd really recommend this one to other's, unless your just wanting an outline on some of the more infamous celebrity murders.

Monster (by- Steve Jackson): Weird. It's out of Breckenridge, Co, but the killer actually has victims all across the country. The justice system really sucked in this case. I think that's really the only reason this guy was able to murder... because the system was horrible. I wasn't really taken by the case or the author. It was kinda slow. I don't know if this author would be any better on a more suspenseful case or not... because I've not read any other books by him. Personally, I think maybe it's the case that made this book suck more than it was the author. It wasn't too bad of a book, but I don't know that it would come near my top 10.

Gone Forever (by- Diane Fanning): This was a weird-ass guy! It really hit close to home for me because the dude acts EXACTLY like my now ex-stepdad. Freaky! I actually had to give this book to my mom (who just recently divorced)and tell her "Look out!" This is a very fast moving book. If you don't pay attention, you will lose who is who in this one. It's a good book, but strange. It is another out of Texas, Houston I believe. Diane Fanning is a good author. I've read a couple of her books. I will continue to read work by her. She researches well, and tells a good story. From the books of her's I've read, she seems to cut right to the chase and get the book going. All of them have been fast-paced. The only complaint I have of her is that she very much needs to find a new proof-reader! There are a ton of typos and a few screwed up sentences going on. Other than that, she's awesome.

Through The Window (by- Diane Fanning): This one is about a truck driver, carnival worker, and drifter... that right there spells out s-c-r-e-w-e-d u-p individual. This book kinda skips around the Heartland here and there. Visits a few different states. Like I said above (about the author), this book moves rather quickly. The facts and crime are laid out and then on to the next crime. This one has a couple of child-victims in it. -Different from some of the other child-victims though, one of them lives and proves to be one of the bravest little girl's that I've ever heard of. Remarkable. I'd probably recommend this one.

Murder In The Heartland (by- M. William Phelps): Another one from my home state (actually the same town as 'In Broad Daylight'. I'm thinking Skidmore, Mo is messed up). It's somewhat fast-paced. A good story to it. It's about a murder that happened not too many years ago (pregnant Bobbie Jo Stinnett and the woman that took the baby from her womb and then killed the mother). The author is one of my favorites. A very well researched book, and a good written story. This book, as a mother and parent, really got to me. The author made you feel like you were in the moment watching each bit take place. I would recommend reading this one.

Love's Blood (by- Clark Howard): This book is coming out of a suburb of Chicago. Like the one above, it's a female killer. This is a case that I honestly can't give an opinion on. The writing was horrible and the author was so biased (pro-killer) that I really couldn't get past that to get into the case too much. I think that maybe some of the info is probably inaccurate since the author seems to have had a little crush on the now-incarcerated female. The guy also likes to boost himself up too. This may be the worst one I've ever read. Needless to say, I was disappointed.

I have others that I've read, but they are all loaned out at the moment. Right now I'm reading Zodiac (by- Robert Graysmith). After I read it I'm going to see the movie (but the movie never adds up to the book). This book is a little freaky. I'm not too far into it (second chapter) and I already had to stop and go to sleep before I caused myself nightmares. I don't know a lot about the Zodiac Killer, but I believe this case is still unsolved, if so- this will be the first true crime I've read unsolved. So far... I'd recommend it... but I think I'd better wait till I pass up a few more chapters.

... Hoping this helps a little.

Have a good Monday (what's left of it).

more about people

2008-02-25T15:22:00.003-06:00

Saturday Morning 2/23:

Hey, I'm still around. Just busy. *grumble, cuss, grumble*... With that damn fundraiser. My "committee" decided that she didn't want to help with this deal... so now I'm doing it on my own. That's just frickin great.

I know I've said this before... I've always been a people-watcher. I judge people (who doesn't?), on their actions, words, and situations they get themselves into. That, amazingly, tells you A LOT about a person. I find that by sitting back and watching a person in a social situation, you will find out volumes about that individual. With that said...

I went out last night. The kids were asking to go to grandpa's, J was working, and I needed to get away from this crap I've been doing for the last 3 days straight (banner for fundraiser). Went to the local watering hole and met up with friends there. We ended up having to move some tables around to accommodate for the crowd of friends that showed up. Well, there is this guy. I know who he is, I see him every now and then here and there, and we have kids near the same age. My husband knows this guy pretty good and strikes up conversation with him every time we run into him... at parties, get-togethers, or whatever. I don't know him that well so I've never really talked to him (he seems to always be really quiet around me??), and when my husband talks to him I usually talk to the guys wife (now ex-wife) or wander off to find a girlfriend to catch up with. I've always thought this guy was really good looking. Not like "hot" or whatever, just nice looking. (And no I'm not lookin to jump him or anything.) Straight out... he's a good lookin' guy, and I'm not the only one on this Earth that seems to think so. Anyway, guy comes in to this place last night, strikes up a conversation with some of the friends I'm sitting with. As he's talking to different people, he's moving around the table a lot, going from friend to friend. On a couple of instances guy is sitting across the table from me or right beside me. I'm minding my own, trying to talk over the loud music to my friends, but once in awhile it'll get quiet or there will be a break in conversation and I can hear bits and pieces of other's conversations around me. Guess what. Guy totally ruined any kind of image he had going for him. Maybe it was because he was drinking or trying to show off... but some of the things that came out of his mouth (mainly about women) was crap! I found myself doing a complete double-take, and not because of the guy's looks. It was like, "Wait... what??!" It was absolutely amazing how quickly this guy went from good-looking to um, not-so-good-looking. I've actually had this happen a few times in life (who hasn't?)... where the person becomes ugly because of their attitude. It seems like sometimes a person knows that they are nice-looking, so they can go ahead and be a total ass because their looks are going to keep them "in" with everyone. Wrong. That's just too bad. Also... I don't like to judge people on looks (everyone does at some time though), but I was shocked at how many wrinkles the guy had too. I'm putting him somewhere near one-hundred fifty-two... I may be wrong. We'll give him the old adage of "He's had a hard life." (-For some reason this seems to be an excuse for people to look way beyond their year of age?!) To sum it up... guy would've continued to be great looking... if he would've just kept his mouth shut and stayed a few yards back. 'Looks good from afar.' Oh well.

I did meet a couple last night that came up from down south (Missouri). They were sitting across the table from me. I talked to the man a few times, he was really nice, polite guy. The woman and I would chit-chat with each other about various topics that would come up between me and my other girlfriends. It was amazing how much the chic and I had in common. They said they come up this way every now and then, and she gave me her number and told me to give them a call when we're down their way (which isn't too often now since mom doesn't live in TX anymore). I can see having a night out with these people, like a couple's-date (-okay, that sounds lame) or something. Pretty cool people.

Stripper chic was in there last night. She's funny. I hadn't seen her in awhile (shucks). She was in there doing her "thang" on the dance floor. *whole-body-shiver at just the thought of it* She was in there with another girl that was a little younger than her. I assumed that was a friend of hers or something... so much for assumptions. -It was her frickin daughter! I suddenly began to wonder how OLD stripper chic actually was... I could've swore she was closer to my age. Guess not. Either way... what she does on the floor is just wrong. Bad wrong. *another shiver* She's one of those that thinks she's hotter-than-hell... which is fine if she was even near decent looking. She thinks that people are watching her because they want her or something... I feel kinda sorry for her in a way... she can't hear the rude comments being made about her while they are watching. She's another one of those that makes herself very unattractive because of her attitude. Why would she want to do this? Anyway, she got kicked out of the bar... again. God only knows for what this time. She always puts on this good show of being all huffy acting and wanting to kick-ass or something while she's on her way out... which brings on more comments.

People amaze me.

Have a good weekend.

learning 'bout pictures

2008-02-25T15:20:00.000-06:00

Not a whole lot going on in the last couple of days. Just chillin out. (And making 80's décor... grrrr. Which is what I should be doing now I guess.)

I've started a photography class that I'm pretty cool with. It's taught by a pro, and it's a couple hours long (a couple of days per week). I'm looking into a few other photo classes also.

Anyway...

Don't know a whole lot. Got a few things going on in the next couple o'days. Catch ya later.

valentine crackheads

2008-02-13T21:49:00.002-06:00

I think my eyes (and brain) are turning to mush. I've been staring at this computer for waaaay too long. (been typing up articles the past couple o'days.) Seems I don't get headaches as easily as I used too -from staring at the screen. It's probably because I'm not "stressed" (lmao!), since that is what's suppose to be causing it (according to my quack of a doc ). Cause a stay-at-home-mom is quite the stressful job... all those deadlines, office parties, file folders, and so on. I don't think I'd make an awesome doctor, but seriously, I think I could do better than a few of 'em out there. I'm not special, anyone could do better than some of these folks I know. It's outrageous.

Here's how interesting my life has been this week:

Hey, I finally found (actually my husband found it for me... in another state) that Diet Dr. Pepper Chocolate Cherry pop that just came out. He brought me home a 20 oz bottle of it (by request!). That stuff is yummy! If you've not had a taste of it, I suggest you at least try it. The only problem is... your not going to be able to find it. Supposidly, they sell it in 12-packs and 2-Lt. (I've got coupons for it!) but I can't find them anywhere. If you see it sold in these portions... let me know! Right now, I'm drinking a Michelob Honey Lager, which is another of my favorite "beverages". Good stuff... I recommend trying this one too. How in the hell did I get on this subject(?), must be the slosh-brain taking over.

Had a function today. A valentine's function. Let me put this out there before I go any further with this: The area I live in (the county) is very very poor. Lots of welfare going on around here. I have no problem with "government assistance" IF the person receiving it is actually working and trying to help themselves. The one's I do have problems with are those who sit on their ever-growing ass all day watching General Hospital, eating 3 Family-Size bags of Snicker's Bars and guzzling Mountain Dew by the bottle (-that their food stamps bought them). OR, even worse, the ones that are so cracked out or drunk that they don't even know they have kids. The little bit of money that they do have is not spent on diapers- cause GPC cigs are more important. Having said this; the function I went to today was full of the latter. Not ALL of them are. There are some nice looking women in there with clean kids that are well-behaved. -Mom's that actually give a crap about their kids. Then, there are those that don't. There was a woman in there today that had a clean cut hole through one of her front teeth (black tinged of course). She had small sores all over her arms and face (and I'm sure the rest of her body too). She was dressed kinda scantily-clad (for a kid's function!) and she paid absolutely no attention to her 9 kids she had in tow. The poor little kids were all around the same age (little!) and dirty as ever. You'd have sworn these kids would have been playing outside all day... if it wasn't 9am. Their clothes were very very dirty, as were their little faces and hands. Come on now... I know they have water... or DFS would have them (if not, they should). How much does it cost to take a cloth and wipe your kids mouth and hands off. They're eating off those hands. There really is no excuse, money is not the issue, it's complete neglect. Jesus, at least get some birth control (that's cheap or free from Planned Parenthood- I think?!) so you don't have any more kids that the rest of the working class has to take care of. Some of them I don't even understand why they didn't just give the kid up for adoption... it's obvious they don't give a crap about the kid. My little brother is adopted from Guatemala. Those people down there have a ton of kids with 10 names a piece:
"Let's name him Jose... What(?)... What do you mean we already have a Jose(?)... His name is Jose Jesus... already one of those too huh(?!)... here it is.. Jose Jesus (the 3rd) Juarez Acorn Jr. the 32nd by the 5th power."
The people down there marry young and start shooting out babies as soon as they can (most the time they start this before they marry... I can't crap on that one too much *blush*). Anyway... the 10 kids they have, I think, is partly because they are irresponsible and don't really care about the child's well-being. The biological mother of my little brother at least had the brain to give away the kid(s) that she couldn't support. She wanted a better life for him, and she knew she couldn't provide it. Or maybe it's not as sugar-coated as I think it is: maybe she just didn't give a shit about the kid and she wanted the money. Either way... the woman gave the kid up to a family that DOES want him. There are people out there that desperately want kids but they can't (physically) have them... and then we got these others popping out kids left and right, and they don't even want 'em! ... Hey look, I'm rambling... Point being, take care of your frickin kid... or don't have any! (Just another rant of mine. I'll move along now.) Thank God I'm "unknown" here, or there would be a lot of crack-whores wanting to kick my ass right about now.

Tomorrow is V-Day. HAPPY VALENTINE'S TO ALL OF YA OUT THERE (--that want to be wished a happy valentine's)!! And those that do not: Love sucks, have a good day anyway! Happy Thursday.

blueberry pie

2008-02-11T09:21:00.000-06:00

(I couldn't access the site for a few days... so here are the blogs... posted all in one day. This one is from 2-9-08.)

J's bday was on the 7th. We had a ton of crap to do that day (he actually had to go to the eye doctor on his birthday... that's gotta suck). He turned 33.

I fried catfish and sweet tater fries, we had blueberry pie (sugar-free of course), and ice cream (sf). I make a lot of pies. I like to cook... but I love to bake! (We have desserts after our dinner most of the time.) Baking got me more than I bargained for on his birthday. I don't like to make blueberry pie unless I have fresh berries. J wanted b-berry pie, so I made it with the frozen berries. Turns out it's not as tart as I thought it would be (J and the girls loved it!)... and the request has been put in to make blueberry pies all the frickin time now!

The girls and I got him a knife he's been wanting and chocolates for his birthday.

johnjacobjinglehymerschmit who?

2008-02-11T09:16:00.000-06:00

One of the things that has always cracked me up (and confused the crap outta me!) is name-dropping. Everybody knows at least one name-dropper out there. You know who I'm talking about... that one guy/girl you know that always edges a well-known local name into their conversation. It's great listening to these people--

J and the girls were gone last night, so I went out for a little while. Had a pretty good time. The place we went to filled up fast and we were lucky to have the in-the-middle-of-it-all seats that we did. Some of the "occupents" of this place were well-known names for this small town we were in. It's one of those deals like they are a God of some sort in that place, they created the frickin dirt we stand on in this town (of 11,000 people or whatever). Anyway, these well-known people mingle amongst themselves, chattering here and there, saying hi to this guy or this gal. I know who these people are, and some of them know me (from business or run-ins or whatever), so I say hi to them when I see them... and then go on about my own business. But... there are others that follow that person everywhere they frickin go. They throw their selves at well-known. (And of course the well-knowns are loving that! They wouldn't be who they are without the worshipers.) There are also those that name drop like mad, to sound important I assume. An example? Let's say there is this well-known guy. Complete fictional character here... he's from this small town, (I assume) born and raised. He has a business (hmmmm... we'll say a car dealership) that is thriving in this town. Not a big business, but it looks like Trump Towers in this small town. The guy walks in and it's like his feet pave a path of gold where ever he walks. People throw themselves at him trying to please him in any way they possibly can. "Oh please Mr. Money, let me be your doormat. Better yet... hit me really hard... so I can tell all my friends (and complete strangers) who gave me the black-eye!" The people that don't throw themselves at him (simply because there isn't enough room cause all the other's have him surrounded) they name-drop. Usually the name-dropping comes into the conversation when it makes absolutely no sense what-so-ever.

Person1... (conversation already in progress...) "Yeah, I'm not too big on ale. It's okay and all, but a little too stout for me."
(Mr. Money walks into the establishment in this moment)

Person2... "I had this great ale up at Westport a few months back. It was their own brew. I can't remember the name of that little place but it's definitely worth going to just to try their ale." (all the while watching Mr. Money)

Person1... "I'm pretty picky about my ale..."

Person2... (interrupting Person1 now...) "You know, I passed him in the hospital stairwell last April 13th. He touched my arm." (proud sigh) "Yep... we're good friends like that."

Person1... "Okaaaay?"

... It drives me nuts when people do this! I've got this girl-friend that does this crap all the frickin time! What's even worse... when you don't even know the well-known that the other person is talking about. It's suddenly turned into a brag-fest about a complete stranger that I've never even heard the frickin name of. "I went to the grocery store and got into a conversation about apples with JohnJacobJingleHymerShmit the other day... we're real good friends like that." (Thank you for telling me that odd bit of information that makes no sense what-so-ever, and makes you look completely retarded now.)
What's really good though... is when you happen to strike up a conversation with the well-known himself, and act like you haven't the slightest clue who he is. Like while your waiting in line for the bathrooms--

Well-Known: "There is always a line for the bathrooms in this place."

Girl: "Yeah, it took me 15 minutes of standing in line last time."

Well-Known: "And that is after you've taken 10 minutes to make your way through the crowd to get back here."

Girl: (laughing at the coment... the girl's bathroom is now vacant and Girl is next to enter) "Nice to meet you. What did you say your name was again?"

Well-Known: (complete look of horror) "???" (whips out a cell phone to call his people) "Yeah... people... I have a situation... there is a girl here, and she doesn't know who I am! What should I do?"

Riiiiight. That's good. (I'm betting Tom Cruise would be like this if you actually met him in-person. LOL)

Wishin ya a good weekend!

birt'day barbie

2008-02-11T09:14:00.000-06:00

(I couldn't access my account for a few days.. so here is all my blogs... posted all in one day. This blog is from 2-6-08.)

My daughter's birthday is coming up and I haven't the slightest clue what I'm going to get her. She'll be turning 6. She's a precious rock and crystal collector... along with marbles... and the occasional piece of gravel. She needs no more of these things, so that option is out. It seems like she used to be a lot easier to shop for. When they're littler, they can't really tell you what they want, but the range of playthings that is going to delight them is much larger. As they get older, they can tell you exactly what they (think) they want, but the range of entertainment -or interests- is much smaller. I can keep my 2 year old happy as a lark with a baby wipe and a spatula... but my eldest is tough to shop for. She says she wants a Barbie. Not just any Barbie, it's a special kind of Barbie... like a theme-Barbie or something. She got one of these for Christmas. A theme-Barbie that I can't remember the name of (some kind of Island fairy or something) it's a pretty Barbie with glittery dress and long silky blonde hair that's fixed perfectly. I think she has matching shoes and a purse or something too. Anyway, this Barbie has a long dress with a thing on the back that folds out into a peacock tail. Not being able to remember theme-Barbie's name... I call her peacock-butt Barbie. So only a few months ago peacock-butt Barbie was the shit (-so to speak). Everybody had to have their own peacock-butt. It's what the girls at school had, and all the commercials are about. Peacock-butt even has her own collection of talking woodland animal friends that you can buy... separately of course . So, she gets the Barbie that she's been asking for months for. She also gets the PlayStation game and a DVD (-came with the Barbie I believe) that is about this certain Barbie. Guess what... Peacock-butt isn't the "thang" now. Yeah... it's some kind of Blue-Swirl-Head Princess Barbie (or maybe she's a queen?). She's the shit now. She's got wings and a shorter dress (that is the same damn color as Peacock-butt's!!). Blue-swirl-head Barbie is "what all the girls have mom". She also has matching shoes, a purse... and guess what else(!!!)... she has her own frickin woodland friends too! But mom, Swirl-head has different animal friends than Peacock-butt! As far as I can tell... the only difference is the wings on this one. I'm sure we could come up with a set of peacock colored wings from somewhere . I can't really say a whole lot about this Barbie fad... I had close to 50 Barbies when I was a little girl. And you betch'yer ass they all had matching shoes and purse too.

We got some snow today. Got a little bit of sleet and rain also. Sounds like a nice day huh? Nasty, sloshy crap everywhere. Guess where m'brother Travis is at?-- On a frickin Bahama's cruise! Wearing his shades, sittin in the sand, drinkin down a B'Mama... (I bitch a lot, don't I?) I'm ready for spring.

An awesome Wednesday to ya!

Oh... and Obama got the vote (here in my state). Right on! I was hoping ole' Clinton would get her knock-down. Hilary has some issues I'm just not for. I'm not for all Obama's words either... but I am more for him than Ms. Clinton's. The way I figure... we're screwed with any of these quacks that run for office... but I at least want to pick the quack I go down with. And no, the Muslim, Karan (-sp?), National Anthem/Pledge Of Allegance deal (about Obama)... is NOT true. Those are internet rumors people-- if you believe everything you read on the net then you must send this to 105 people in the next 2 seconds or you will contract toad warts on your right ear.

the blue flame

2008-02-11T09:11:00.000-06:00

(I couldn't access my account for awhile... so here are the blogs you missed- posted all in one day. This one is from 1-2-08.)

It snowed outside! This pretty much sets in stone my plans for the weekend. I will be somewhere in the woods sledding my ass off with my kid. We have a variety of sleds. Last year was the first time our oldest was really old enough to get into sledding. We don't mess around- we're talking giant-ass hills at a good rate of speed... with rocks... and cow crap. (-the crap is frozen, so it's more like a rock when you hit them.) Sleds: We started out with one of those little plastic sheets. That was a frickin joke! That was torn up at pretty much the first run. Can't believe people make money on those... well, yes I can... dumbasses like me go and buy them. Then we went to a hard plastic one-man sled. My girl needs someone to ride down with her... I wouldn't send her down by herself where we go. So we then bought a two-man hard plastic sled. It lasted quite a little while. We had a lot of fun(!)... and then it broke. We busted the bottom out of it hitting rocks... and frozen crap. Then we got one of those metal disks. That thing should be illegal to sell. That is a dangerous piece of equipment... especially when you turtle-wax the bottom. (NO I didn't send my daughter down the hill on that one... that was a momma-sled only.) The disk would spin around fast while you went down... making it hard to maneuver and go around stuff you don't want to end up eating. So late last year we finally bought one of those metal rail sleds. That's fun! That thing is meaner than hell on ice! (Kinda sucks in light snow though.) Plus, you can steer it very well. Those sleds run anywhere from $80-100 each... we've been looking at them over the last year. We found one from a guy at a nearby feed store for $50. They are pretty good sleds if you get the ones that are actually put together by someone that knows what they're doing. (-No drunk 5-yr olds putting in an 18 hour day in China.)
We'll prolly have to play around on the wheelers a little this weekend too- it's not deep enough to take the truck out. It's not really deep enough, or the right kind of snow, to build a snowman... but snowmen suck anyway (I always lose a scarf and hat out of the deal). Not a whole lotta entertainment going on in that. I didn't even do that when I was little. Of course I was a country kid though too. I think snowman-building is more of a town-kid thing. And that's just cause they don't have anything else they can do in the snow. -Poor kids, that's gotta suck. When I was a kid, dad would chain an old car hood to the back of the truck and drive us (all 4 of us kids) down the snow covered gravel roads, ditches, banks. Wicked fun! We had a blast doing this! He'd go fast enough that we had to try and steer the hood together... or wipe out. I'll never forget those winters... fun! BUT... this is super-dangerous, and I would never in my life allow my kids to ever do this! I can't believe my dad let us do that. You'd hear of kids breaking bones and even getting killed doing that. We also hooked sleds on the 4-wheelers and pulled each other around. -Not as dangerous... unless you're sledding with my brother/step-brothers... then it crosses over into an "extreme sport". Oh look at that... I'm rambling again...

Anyway, I'll be sledding this weekend most likely.

My daughter has been telling me different (weird!!) little things about her school that she's going to. And I'm always having to confront them and ask... "what the hell...?" If you've read previous posts... you know that she's going to a Christian private school (that I'm not really "enjoying"... and will be pulling her out and placing her in public school next year). I'm always freaked out about them teaching her strange things... potions with frog-hair and bat toenails... well, not really that freak-ish... but it's weird (they are very old-school amish type). Anyway, she's been telling me about this "strange blue flame" at her school. We'll have short conversations every now and then about this blue flame at her school that she is terrified of. She's never seen anything like it before. She tells me the flame is really big and really blue. (My first thought is a torch... and what in the hell are they doing there??!) Well, yesterday she tells me about her little buddy in class with her- this little girls was skipped to 1st grade along with my daughter (they are very good friends). So, the little girl brought Ramen Noodles in for her lunch that day. (-I've never made Ramen Noodles for my daughter... she has no idea what they are... yes, I'm serious.) Anyway, my girl is getting real freaked out while talking about them... she's like, "They put this block of what looked like brains into a pot of water. AND THEN... they used the blue flame to make the water boil! Then the block turned to noodles.... and I tried them and they were really good mommy!" I'm like, Whoa... back up this story a little. So, my daughter has been talking about 'the blue flame' for quite a while... she finally tells me that the blue flame is on their stove at the church. Besides Ramen Noodles... another thing my daughter has never seen... a range stove. We've always had a flattop stove and so have her grandmas. This whole time she's been talking about the burner on the stove. I was getting ready to go up to the church and give 'em the what-for for teaching my daughter witch craft. My girl... very very smart girl... and, I guess, very sheltered.

Took the kids up to eat with my mom and little brother yesterday evening. We didn't do Mexican this time... done learned m'lesson there. We had a good time. My little brother is on a med for ADHD... and it is amazing how smart the kid is! He just needed to be settled down a little so he could sit and have an entire conversation with ya without climbing up the wallpaper. He told me all about planets and Martin Luther King... all while sitting still in his chair. He is also in 1st grade.

I've got chores and stuff beckoning at me.

Have an awesome Friday/weekend!

P.S. The grater-guy? -Gone. Him and his road grater just poofed into thin air. No idea where he went to... but I haven't seen him since the last time I typed about him. (I've got a buddy that's good friends with the commissioner... my buddy has lunches with the commissioner, and my buddy is also one of the hundreds that do NOT like grater-guy. My buddy is very verbal and speaks his mind. I'm thinkin maybe I know what happened to grater-guy after all.)

fixin fence... with Nemo

2008-02-01T08:10:00.000-06:00

Sometimes it's tough to think up titles for these things.

I've been away... but... of course you know this. (duh?!) We bought some cows the other day. A heard of 27 Angus, 3rd period (pregnant), bred to Angus. Good cows. The guy we bought them from claims these cows are going to drop their calves in the spring. Spring calves... that's good. That's what you want. Does it go this way?-- No. We've got calves coming out our ears in this wonderful 15 degree weather. We haven't lost any yet. We're lucky. My husband is a truckdriver. My father-in-law, bless his heart, does most of the farming for us (while J is gone). During the calving (early this week), my father-in-law decided he'd go on a gambling trip -for a couple of days- with some of his old Army buddies (the trip was planned way in advance). My husband is gone, working. And my mother-in-law is gone to a conference in Branson (3 hours away), for 3 days. It's me and my girls here at home. THANK GOD all the cows did fine, had the calves on their own and didn't have to be pulled or anything. How do you “pull” a calf? You really wanna know? You put on a clear plastic glove that goes to your shoulder (-in most cases), you stick your whole arm up inside the cow, find the calf's leg, grab a hold, and gently pull while the momma cow tries to deliver it. Nice huh? Like I said... Thank God there were no problems! I've pulled a couple of calves before, but I've not done it enough to be real sure of myself (you can lose a calf or injure it or the mother). I was on “watch” while everyone was gone- driving the truck out with kids in tow, watching. Luckily I've got several of my husband's uncles around here (within a mile or two) that would do the dirty deed of pulling, if I needed it- they're farmers too, so they've done their share of pulling. Otherwise... I'd of probably been freakin out.

Anyway... (wondering how I got on that subject to begin with??!)...

This last weekend I spent the night at my mom's. The kids were with my in-laws for the night (they hadn't gotten to see them in awhile), and J was working... so I split. Her and I had a pretty good time. She got a sitter for my little brother and her and I went to a little joint there in town. "Pit Stop". Haven't been there very many times. Seems like an okay place. Very odd shaped building, but they've got a good DJ and a low-trouble crowd. Met some real nice people. Saturday morning I woke up at mom's, we got ourselves around, went and picked up my little brother and mom treated us to lunch at a Mexican joint there in town. El Camino has always been a good little place to eat. I LOVE their fajitas... last Saturday however... it completely sucked ass! I had the appetizer-nachos as a meal... and it was horrible! It was more like soup-on-a-frickin-plate. Nasty. Then I went home to stack (our newly butchered beef that came) in the freezer. Mama loves fresh cow! I had inch-thick Porter House that night.

J came home on Saturday. We palled around, rode 4-wheelers, checked cows and so on. Lazy day. We went and picked up the girls, rode wheelers some more, then went home, grilled dinner, and watched Disney movies. Some of the best days of my life are spent exactly like this.

Sunday the girls went to church with their grandma. I should have went... but I didn't. (Feeling like complete shit over that one.) Instead... I fixed fence. There are some sucky spots in the barbwire that needed patched... so we did that. I hate fixing fence. I have scars from when I was younger, from fixing fence. There is one on the back of one of my calves from barbwire. I was standing in the bed of the truck doing something with wire, I was 12 or something. I didn't know that my leg was resting near the roll/spool of brand new wire while I was messing with the old in my hand. My dad grabbed the end of that spool and yanked. Those barbs cut through my jeans and leg as if it were a frickin chainsaw. Hurt like hell. I hate working on fence.

What I hate worse though... is playing Nemo on the playstation. I play it with Anna. I used to like Nemo. Nemo is now getting to Dora-The-Explorer status with me. -That's a pretty low ranking. Anyway, my daughter is constantly asking me if I'll play Nemo with her. She's pretty good, but I suck at it. Together we can only get to a level 5 or something... and then we're done. “Mommy... let's play Nemo!!” --- “Sorry honey, mommy's busy poking herself in the eye with a sharp stick at the moment.” I hate Nemo.

Well... that's my week in a nut basket -or something like that. Not a whole lot going on.

Have a super-duper Friday.

mr. spears, an axe murderer?

2008-01-23T19:33:00.000-06:00

To add to that last post:

Seriously... do you ever think about these kinds of things? I can't really dog the guy cause I've always liked him. -Buuuuut... Ledger has a kid that is two years old. What are they gonna tell that kid? (I still seriously doubt it was "accidental"... the truth will come out in later reports.) What did they tell the little Cobain girl about her daddy (Kurt)? Or Anna Nicole's kid when she gets older? Oh, and let's not forget the prize-parents... like O.J. Simpson, or Phil Hartman's wife (-oh wait after she killed him, she killed herself too). That'll be some messed up kids there! Those kids are the kind that don't quite fit in life. They're parents messed 'em up before they even got a chance. They grow up to be worthless ya know? (Most of them... but not all.) Stealing, drugs, prison, throwing their life away and dragging anyone else down with them that they can get ahold of. Look at Courtney Love or Tara Reid... what in the hell did their parents do(?) Notorious axe murderers?

The thought goes further than this though...

I'm thinking about my own kids, and other people's kids (that I know). The tabloids cover the screwed-up FAMOUS people. Tabloids are not covering the people that aren't in the flashbulbs. Who the hell is my kid going to school with?

One more thought on that...
The Jamie-Lynn Spears thing. A lot of the older people hear about this 16 year old girl getting pregnant and they are in shock... "Can't believe kids are having sex!" Hello???!- Why in the hell aren't we worried about the fact that this family is reproducing??! Think.

Perhaps I think too much. (Just voicin' my opinions... as usual.) Nite!

P.S. ... and look out folks... that Hannah Montana girl... she is bound to be messed up... her frickin dad is Billy Ray Cyrus! If that won't make a person take too many TylenolPM's... I don't know what will!

too cold for naked casanovas

2008-01-23T19:21:00.000-06:00

It's too frickin cold! I'm ready for summer. Hell, I'm good with a “chilly spring”. That groundhog better see his damn shadow, or whatever... so we can get on with spring! (It's if he sees his shadow... right? Or maybe it's if he doesn't see it?!) It's a heat shocker today... 14 degrees. Wow! At least it's warmer than yesterday... yesterday was 13. I about froze my ass off! Don't want another day like that. -Geez.

Everyone around the world is in mourning today. It's a sad day in the world of hotness. Heath Ledger has passed on. Last I heard they were ruling it as “accidental”... with sleeping pills I believe. That seems to be the way Hollywood goes under. Sleeping pills. And every time one of them dies from an overdose on the things it's called an “accident”. I don't understand that. What(?), if they don't go to sleep in the few seconds after they take it then they decide to take another? Or maybe they've had a rough day on the set and expect to feel better in the morning if they just take 51 TylenolPM's. I don't really think there is accident to it. There are some stupid people out there, but I don't think they are that bad. Maybe I'm wrong.
I guess he was found naked, with a bottle of pills, on his bed. The housekeeper let the massage-person in, and that is who and how Ledger was discovered. Then, instead of calling the cops... the housekeeper calls one of the Olsen twins! What?!
I can just picture that whole scene:
Housekeeper: “OMG! Heath... is... dead!”
Massage-person: “...and naked.”
Housekeeper: “What are we gonna do? (crying hysterically)”
Massage-person: “Wow, does he work out?”
Housekeeper: “Why, oh whyyyy?!”
Massage-person: “Lady! Look! It's Heath Ledger... NAKED!”
Housekeeper: “I know what we'll do! We'll call that little monkey-faced toddler from Full House... she'll know what to do!!”
Massage-person: “Ooooh Casanova, nakey-nakey!”
They say he never had any history of drug problems. I don't think there is such a thing as a star not having problems with drugs. That's a lot of the reason they make the tabloids... a lot of where the notorious fame comes from! They say that he had no issues or problems in life that anyone knows of. Hello!!- He's known world-wide as the gay-ass cowboy! I'd say that there is an issue in itself!
He was a really good actor though. He could fill a lot of rolls, easily. Sucks that he died. I always liked his work... and... body.

I've got a huge fundraiser coming up in a little over a month. I've got a lot of planning and stuff to do over the next few weeks. Me and this other woman are head of the committee that figures out a theme for the event and decorates the gymnasium. It's for my daughter's Christian school. I don't know what kind of theme they want. A lot of adults go to this fundraiser, not a whole lot of kids involved in the auctions and voting that goes on there. So maybe it's suppose to be in an adult theme? But the event is held for the school... so maybe we're suppose to go with child-themed? But the church is into world peace, helping out the poor in other countries, and learning to love everyone no matter their race or gender... soooo? Let's see... we'll go with Preacher-Clowns-That-Feed-The-Hungry-Black-Female-Indians-In-Africa. Hmmmm... I'm thinkin' that's not gonna fly with the rest of the congregation. Back to the drawin' board.

It's hump-day... your suppose to eat a lot of green jellybeans and say everything backwards! (-I don't know... something I heard in high school.) Anyway... have an awesome Thursday!

where'd she go?

2008-01-21T21:20:00.001-06:00

I've been away dealing with some family issues... grrrr. I promise ya I'll return real soon (next couple o'days!).

Wishing you all a wonderful (peaceful!) week. Muah!

crazy ole' lady

2008-01-16T11:27:00.001-06:00

Have you ever wondered about how life will be “down the road”? Like, nursing-home kind of down the road. I think about that kind of stuff all the time. I pretty much obsess about that kind of stuff (another fun part of the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder... yay).
I used to work in a nursing home for a few years as an administrative assistant. I got a lot of time in with the residents. I didn't wipe butts or whatever, I had an office job, but I visited with the residents -by choice- when I could. It was interesting to hear the different stories they had (mostly about farm life) of when they were my age or younger. Amazing how the times change! Anyway, there were a few “mean ones” that you didn't talk to. I always tried to, cause I thought that they were mean possibly because no one talked to them or spent time with them. The nurses never told me about the mean ones until after I got the chance to learn about them, at least once, on my own. There was this woman, in a wheelchair, that would talk just low enough that you couldn't quite understand what she was saying. No one told me that she was crazier than a pet coon and that whatever it was she was saying never made any sense! Concerned, I got close to her, knelt down to her level and asked her what she needed. That sucker grabbed ahold of my arm with a superman-like grip and would either slap me with her free hand or, worse(!), bite the hell out of me! The nurses thought this was funny. They never told me the first time that she was crazy... and MEAN! They thought it was funny to watch someone try to see what the crazy-lady was talking about. Honestly though, I didn't tell any of the newbies after me about her either (hey, it was kinda funny). Some residents would be known as escape-artists, some would accuse you of stealing their stuff (and try to call the cops on the nursing home phones), some where quite abusive (like my crazy-lady friend above), and some of the healthier ones would chase you down the hall threatening your life.
Some of them though, were very sweet. If my job would've allowed it, I could've talked to them for hours. I played bingo and checkers with them a lot. They'd play for nickels that they would later use in the vending machines. -I had to constantly watch one diabetic lady that played bingo and then try to spend her winnings on the gooey brownies in slot A-10. The residents that were too sick to get out of bed or get out of their rooms, I'd go to sit by and visit about whatever they wanted to talk about that day. I did get in trouble a few times (by my boss) for “disappearing” into rooms to visit, no one could find me. There was a lady in her 90's there at the nursing home named Betty. She was in a wheelchair, but mostly confined to her bed. She was so sweet, and so tiny. I'd go in to her room, pull up the bedside chair and we'd talk about everything under the sun. After a couple of years Betty got really sick. She was too old to kick whatever it was that had a hold of her. She went downhill in a matter of hours. No one told me she was dying. I walked in that day and just discovered it. She was hooked up to an oxygen machine, her chest was rising and falling shallow-like. It was scary to watch her simply try to breath. No one was in that room, not even any family members. The nurses, everyone(!), had left this woman to die in her room, alone and in the dark. I turned on a lamp and pulled my chair up to her bedside. She couldn't talk very much, cause she was having so much trouble breathing. I held her tiny little hand and rubbed her hair. She knew she was going to die soon and she was scared to death. She'd asked me if I believed in heaven and I told her I did. I told her what I thought heaven was (happy, peaceful). I described what I hope it will look like when I go there, and the loved ones that I'll get to hug again. I talked about my grandma that had died years before, and how I missed her. Betty didn't say hardly anything, she just looked at me listening, trying to breath. I sat there with her for a couple of hours (my boss wasn't happy, but I really didn't care). After time passed, Betty took her last breath, and she was gone. That is the first person I have ever watched die. It was so weird to me to watch a person there holding your hand, and then they are just gone and your holding a shell of what used to be there only a minute before. I cried of course, it was sad. It hurt quite a bit. None of the nurses understood. To them this was just a job and they couldn't wait until their shift was over so they could escape that depressing place to go get groceries, have a cigarette, or just go home. Still to this day I can't believe that, knowing that this woman was dying, she was left alone. I held her hand... but there were some that I didn't get to hold the hand of. How they must have felt in that moment, alone. I hope that when I get to that age my family keeps me at home and doesn't put me in home. I hope that someone is there to hold my hand. Maybe Betty just looked alone... maybe there were angels there with her. Maybe when I die Betty will be there to hold my hand.

Thinking ahead... I'm probably going to be one of those that slaps people, I might bark at them too. If I'm not crazy, I'm going to try and act as nuts as I can... all the while planning my escape to go live in Florida with the RICH old people. Lay my wrinkly ass on the beach. -With a good book and a margarita! I might get some of those arm-floatie things too... I don't think old people can swim very good(?). I'll need a dog too. A lab. One that will fetch me things and lay on the beach with me. If I decide to go hunting (do they let crazy old people have guns?), the the dog will fetch my ducks. Before I run away from the nursing home though, I'm going to take all those little styrofoam cups full of ice cream. You know, those ones with the peel-back paper lid. Those things are GOOD! Where was I? ... Oh yeah, the beach...

Have a good Wednesday/Thursday.

flu... in a cup

2008-01-09T11:30:00.000-06:00

I get to make a treat (again) today for my daughter's school. They are having some kind of a party thing tomorrow and want some sweets for it. I was like- okay, I'll make up some cookies or cupcakes. No prob. Yeah, right. I was told, "The kids do not want cookies or cupcakes." Okay, then what... a cake? No on the cake (or brownies). "They want fudge, some kind of homemade candy, or banana-splits." What the hell? When I was a kid I never got the chance to demand what I wanted for school treats. You just considered yourself lucky if somebody took the time to make something. Banana-splits, what??! Yeah, I'll run right up there with that melting ice cream. It'll be soup by the time I get there. A lot of little things, like this, have changed since I was in school. Even if I was given the chance to demand my treats, my mom would've smacked the crap outta me for being disrespectful. Kids these days. (Okay, now I sound old.) Anyway, I'm making "dirt cups" for the little boogers.

I didn't go out this past weekend. Goofed off at home. I didn't end up doing anything the weekend before either. J is going to be gone on Saturday, so I think I'm going to maybe get out. (Even though, somehow, I'll probably end up staying at home).

A few weeks back I was kid-free for the day, so I went up to my local watering hole (Some of my girl-friends work there quite regularly). Anyway, it's like 3pm or something, there aren't very many people there, just a few eating burgers and fries (the place doubles as a cafe during the day). Well, tucked way in the back, playing pool, is this table of four; two guys, two girls. They're having a beer (10 pitchers!) and laughing it up to themselves. Well pretty soon this guy walks up to the bar and the chic asks him what he'd like. The guy is walking straight and tall, doesn't look even the slightest bit drunk. He starts telling the 'tender about how he was in a bar in another state (or somewhere) and that the locals had this drink that they all loved- and he wants the bartender to make it for his wife. Before we go any further I'll tell you that "the wife" is completely trashed already. This chic can't even sit in her chair without swaying. So, the bartender gets a bar glass and asks the guy what's in the drink. He pointed to her shelf of hard alcohol and said it was a tiny bit of everything the bar had on it's shelf (plus a shot of OJ and Coke). At this point, he's caught my interest and I've quit talking to the other girl-bartender and start paying attention to dumb-ass at the end ordering his drink. The 'tender that's taking his order says (in so many words) that there are many things wrong with that, BUT she'll do it for him and charge him $8 for it. He hands over the money and goes back to his seat to laugh and cut-up with his friends (and his drunk wife). I'm sipping my beer and watching them make this drink (wishing I was the one making it for that sorry sucker). I don't even know the color I would use to describe this concoction. Somewhere around (blue) coconut rum and jagermyster... it started turning real bad lookin. Then, the bartender puts in the baileys (irish cream). It instantly curdled and floated around near the rim of the glass. After adding about 30 different alcohols to this, the bartender then puts a small bit of OJ and a bit of Coke ontop of it all (-like that's going to help?). Mind you... it's all warm, no ice. We decided to call it "hell in a cup" or something like that. The bartender then takes the drink (along with a trashcan) back to the table of four and sits it infront of the lady. The tender then tells them "the rules"... "Here is a trash can. You are going to need it..." The drinking lady is slurring that she's the-shit and she can take it... and all that garbage. The bartender points at the guy that ordered the drink and says, "You. You will then be taking this trash can out to the dumpster (she gives him directions) and then bring my trashcan back into the bar... CLEAN." She walks back to the bar, and the three of us watch this lady down this glass of ... uh, "flu(?)" and sit there smiling confidently like she's accomplished something. All the while I am cracking up. Not even 20 seconds goes by and all of that drink decides to come back up. She actually did hit the trash can, and the husband took it to the dumpster like he was told, and brought it back in clean. After a ½ hour or so, the lady has to leave cause she's so sick (she was so drunk she had a guy under each arm helping her out of the establishment... and was still running into tables and stuff). Everyone started quietly cussing the guy that ordered the drink... saying what a jerk he was to order that for his wife. Piping in, I tell them that she was the dumb-ass! No one held a gun to her head and made her drink the nasty stuff... she was told exactly what it was, and she still drank it! To make it worse... she was proud of herself for getting it down! Most likely that lady puked in her husband's truck too (on the way home). I'm sure she was probably sick the rest of the day. SO that guy paid 8 bucks to... make his wife ralph, ruin the rest of her day, and most likely his own day... smaaaart. Oh yeah, and he gets to clean out his truck too. Like I've said before, and will always... stupid people should not be allowed in public. Isn't there a fine or something for allowing a stupid person to wander out of the house? Either way, it gave me and my girls a good laugh.

Have a happy Wednesday.

orange rum & the kleenex queen

2008-01-02T23:50:00.000-06:00

I know... I suck, I haven't been around a lot lately. Lotsa stuff, ya know... Christmas, new years, family... that kinda deal. I had some kinda stomach grenade for a little while but that seems to have passed now... on to the rest of the family... hehehe.

Had a pretty good (laid-back) NYE. Hosted a little get-together here at the house. Lotta people were sick that didn't show... but that's okay... they can keep their grenades. Had some mixers, but mainly beer. Smoked a couple of briskets and other stuff, made a lot of little sides and appetizers. One of my girls brought some of that orange Bicardi stuff. Never had that one before. I'm a beer girl, always have been. Not real big on any of them tutty-fruities. Orange rum. I don't know what to think about that one. It was okay with Sprite... but all in all... I'd say it pretty much sucked ass. Yeah, it was nasty I think. We passed a glass around of a couple different mixtures with the rum... those that were willing put their vote in, and the census was that it sucked. (-in so many "words".)

I'm glad that Christmas is over and NYE has passed us up too. -Crazy time of year. Right now we linger in that little bit of down-time that feels like you just sat down and took a deep sigh of (holiday) relief. Don't worry.. this won't last long. My daughter is already rootin on V-day.
Lost my original train of thought... oh yeah... I've been away more than usual... but it's just cause it's busy around here. It's slowing now. The fact that I'm sick (AGAIN!) with a cold doesn't help any. All I wanna do is lay. It's that kind of sickness that just hits your head all of a sudden. It feels like Britney Spears looks between rehabs, and it's all stuffy-like pillow stuffing knots up when you wash it too much (-by the way, drying your pillows with a tennis ball in the dryer stops that knotting). Oh, and I can't hear shit! It's a constant "huh" thing with me this week. -Very annoying. Mixing cold meds with my daily meds makes me kinda sleepy... (it's safe... I asked already), so I'm dozing off a lot too. I can't sleep very good though. Have to be propped up on ten pillows and hold a box of Kleenex and a bottle of Vick's at the same time. It's also one of those colds that you can not breath through your nose. So this makes sleeping difficult. You know what I'm talking about; where you have to fashion two Kleenex's into torpedos to block the dam of crap coming out your nose, PLUS you have to have another 5 Kleenex's to shove in the corner of your mouth (cause you have to breath somehow!) so you don't slobber all over your pillow (or your spouse... ) while your sleeping. You really want me to quit now, don't you?

Anyway... I'm around. Sickness sucks, but I feel a little better knowing that I wasn't the only one that shared that taste-test mixer-cup of nasty-ass orange rum... heheheh... there are 6 other suckers out there suffering too. Muahahahaha!!

P.S. Ton of crap to do tomorrow... more docs... frickin yay. Have a good THURSDAY!!

Oh, and another P.S. (so that's a P.SS, or is it a PP.S? Maybe PS2? -Playstation?)... HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY BUDDIES!! Hoping your year rocks!

oh... and p.s.

2007-12-28T10:06:00.000-06:00

I will catch up and write more blogs per week... it's just kinda busy right now around the holidays. I have parties to plan, dinners to host and attend. I promise ya I'll be more frequent after the first of the year!

Speaking of which... hoping each and every one of ya's has a kick-ass New Year's (eve)!

(be responsible!) Muah.

holiday in a nutshell

2007-12-26T16:53:00.000-06:00

Well, I didn't get my white Christmas (instead I got a warm Christmas)... but that's okay... cause you never get the kind of Christmas I always want, which is: Snow on Christmas Eve, and wake up to a yard full of semi-deep snow on Christmas morning. Then I want it to all melt before the day after Christmas begins. Picky huh?

We had a good Christmas. My M-I-L is completely nutty with her dinners (3 dinners, 3 days in a frickin row!). Went to my mom's house to have Christmas with her and my little-little brother (6 yrs old) on the Saturday before Christmas. My little bro went to his dad's (in TX) on the 23rd, and won't be back till the 2nd of Jan, so we had Christmas with him early. It went really well. My older-little brother (24 yrs) and his chic were there too. All the kids decorated Christmas cookies (frosting, sprinkles, SUGAR), and we drank hot-chocolate & nog, opened gifts, and feasted on a HUGE buffet of cold cuts, cheeses, pickles, hoagy's/subs, and desserts. (-My mom always puts on a pretty good Christmas!) Note to those that do not know: She just moved back here from Dallas, Texas... after a long drawn-out divorce from her 3rd husband. She has full-custody of their adopted (Guatemala) son. It's good to have them living close again!

Sunday, the girls & I got all dolled up and went to church. While there, they gave us apples and oranges... a lot of them. (Never understood why people give out fruit for Christmas?!) My husband J, stayed home from church to assemble toys to be wrapped for Christmas (THANK GOD I didn't have to do it!). Then, we went to my M-I-L's to have dinner with some old people. We had a good time, but it's kinda tense-like when we have this dinner... as the M-I-L doesn't get along with her sis as well as she “could”... but they act like they get along. Not so weird to me... cause that's the way my entire extended family is ('cept for we have sticks/bats, fingernails, amputations, and small children that go missing at my dinners). Anyway, we ate way too much food, opened more presents, and visited. I got sick that night. I've got a stomach prob I'm going through at the moment (don't know a whole lot about it, or what sets it off... although I do know that you DO NOT skip the medicine for it!).

I was sick Monday too, but not as sick as Sun. We went back to my M-I-L's and had more dinner with other old people. We ate too much, opened presents (my daughter HATES sweaters... but she was forced to grit her teeth and thank them), and then we visited a bit before going home to put the girls to bed and play Santa.

It took the girls 900 years to go to sleep Christmas Eve. I fell asleep waiting for them to go to sleep. At around 11:30... I tip-toed into their rooms and saw that they were sound asleep, did the (silent) happy-dance, and then went to play the big-red-guy. We hauled all those frickin presents up from downstairs... ride-on-bouncy horse, playstation/games, balls, a girafe, tom & jerry plushes, stocking stuff... and so on. It took us about and hour to set it all up under the tree, my husband to eat the cookies, and me to stuff the stockings... then we crashed... so we could be woken up at 6am to watch the kids destroy the beautiful display of gifts we'd created. It was great! We got our oldest a Play Station this year. She got games to go with it too. She really really likes it! We didn't get any learning games, which kinda pisses my M-I-L off (she's all about education for the little 'uns). My oldest is a smart cookie (-she just got skipped to the first grade!)... she needs to be a kid... she needs toys that do nothing for her but slosh her brain and let her have a ball doing it. She got a Nemo game, a Barbie game, a Cabela's hunting game, and a drag-racing game (okay, so the hunting and the racing are for me). Our littlest got a purple bouncy horse that makes noise (I know... I'm saying this after I went on about the ponies). She loves it! Barely gets off the thing... yelling “Yippee ky aye” (no she's not seen Die Hard), and “Giddyup horsey!”. Both girls got the main things they asked for (Santa can only spend so much ya know).

After we opened presents, ate a big breakfast, played, and got ourselves outta our jammies... we went to the M-I-L's... again. We visited, ate MORE, bickered, and opened presents... again. It was a good time. I called my mom (who's in the process of moving to another house in the same town) to wish her a Merry Christmas. (I would've invited her to have the Christmas dinner with the M-I-L... but that woulda been ugly!) Mom spent Christmas day evening with my older-little brother and his girlfriend.

So ends another Christmas, and (almost) another year... bring on the New Year... I'm ready! (And for the annual party that goes along with it!)

I'm still not feeling the best in the world... but I'm feeling a little better. Got a few more doc appts... maybe they'll get enough money (& blood) out of me soon to decide to go ahead and fix whatever is wrong here. Ya... right.

Have a good night.

santa's doodle pad

2007-12-20T11:28:00.000-06:00

Explaining Santa is difficult. I suck at it.

We went to see Santa Claus last night. I took my two girls and my little brother. My oldests, Anna, brain ticks constantly. She's always thinking. Deep thinking. Well, this parenting thing is my dream and all... but some of the “parenting” stuff I really suck at. I cannot explain anything to my kids. I end up making a huge unbelievable story that if they were to go out in public and repeat it... they'd be a laughing stalk. I just suck at it. Soooo, my daughter is like “why didn't we take Santa my Christmas list.” I forgot to bring it (doh!), but I didn't want to upset her... so I did worse... I made up one of my wild stories. You'd think I'd learn.

Me: “Cause we're suppose to leave the list with the cookies and milk on Christmas eve.”
Kid: “How is Santa gonna know what to get me and the elves know what to make me if he doesn't get the list until Christmas eve?”
Me: “The elves already know what you want, and they've been working on making it all year.”
Kid: “Then why did I make a list, and why are we going to leave it for Santa on Christmas eve?”
Me: “Because Santa needs to sit and eat the cookies and look at your list so he can look in his magic bag and find which presents the elves made to put under your Christmas tree.”
Kid: “I thought Santa was super magic... more magic than the elves?! Why doesn't he know what I want already like the elves do?”
Me: (grrrrr.) “He is magic. He already knows, but he forgets because he's old. He needs a list to remind him... like I do.”
Kid: “The reason you can't remember is because your not magic.”
Me: “... And because I'm forgetful.”
Kid: “It shouldn't matter if Santa is old... he still doesn't forget because he's magic. Magic people don't forget things like that.”
Me: (now ripping handfuls of hair out!) “We leave the list so he can take it back to the sleigh for Rudolph to color on the back of it like scrap paper when he's waiting on Santa at the next house. Cause... um... it gets boring sitting on the roof.”
Kid: (looking at me with a crooked brow... totally not believing my shit.) “Mmmmhmmm.”

I really really suck at explaining stuff. When I can, I make J (my husband) do it. -He tries to get out of it so he can hear my wacky explainations too. In fact, a lot of the time he sets my daughter up with difficult questions to ask me! He's an enormous help. “Mommy, where did my little sister come from?” What??!

my little pony

2007-12-19T09:29:00.000-06:00

Goals (Resolutions) for 2008...
To lose the 10 lbs(!) that came out of no where and hit me like a frickin brick this year.
To continue the ride into the sunset.
To ditch dial-up.

I was thinking-- (I know, scary!) What if we all voted on when to hold Christmas. If the majority want it to stay in winter... then so be it. But, if it were voted to summer... then we move it. OR, we could have a rotating holiday. -One year it's summer, then winter. That would kinda mess up the whole annual-holiday thing though, now wouldn't it? The thought came to me when shopping for my girls for Christmas. Upon going into either room, I see toys stacked upon stacks of other toys. Some of them so buried they'd been forgotten. What Anna wants... a trampoline, a pogo stick, and a see-saw. I could get these things for her... and then tell her “Here ya go... to bad there is 8' of snow out... but just think, you can play with it in only 3 short months!” What fun is getting a seasonal toy in the out-of-season weather? So, with Anna's birthday being in a winter month, and then Christmas in winter too... we have a TON of inside bedroom toys, and very very little outside stuff. (-Except for that $900 swingset that nobody wants to frickin play on for some reason!) My youngest, Mandy, has it made... her bday is in the summer, and then she gets Christmas just 6 months later in a whole different season. She always gets a variety of seasonal outside and inside toys. Too bad they are all “baby toys” and my older doesn't enjoy them.

There are some freaky-ass toys out there right now. Things that weren't even POSSIBLE in my day as a kiddo. For instance... Butterscotch the Pony. WHAT??!! That thing pretty much freaks me out completely! It's “like having your own real pony!” Yeah, maybe for town kids or something. No pony I ever saw acts like that. I never understood why kids asked for ponies for Christmas anyway. It could be cause they're parents never mentioned that the “accessories” aren't really a pink brush and matching locket... oh no... if you want a pony, the accessories are as follows: bucket, pitchfork, shovel, & maybe a mane comb (not pink or covered in rhinestones!)... among other “fun” stuff. “Yeah Suzie... you want a pony... you wanna shovel shit for the next 10 years... vaccinate and shoe your little Butterscotch... suuuuure we'll get ya a pony.” And let's not forget the high price of hay. How about a donkey... they're cheaper. Not as glamorous I guess? Either way... I'm guessing neither is going to come in pink. Pony... yeah, get 'em a pony.. good idea.