Wednesday, May 27, 2009

I think I had a boxing match yesterday...

In which Stupid but pretty FTW!!!

This is not a post for those people that don't like to bring the bedroom to the front room! Turn away now!!! (Ok. You have been warned.)

Listen, we are all girlfriends here.... I have to tell you something that makes me lucky and happy. It's been a little while since I have seen my "on-again, off-again" boyfriend. From this point on, he will be called "SBP". Because I said so. Have you ever been with someone that is pretty but not really what you would call smart? I have. On-again, off-again. *tee hee* I have only one thing to say; 1 HOUR AND 37 MINUTES!!!! And it was all about me! (as it should be) But this morning, my arms are wrecked, I have bruises in strange places, my hips feel like they have come out of the sockets, but I am still smiling. BEST DAY EVAR! I'm not saying, I'm just saying. Is this too much information? Probably. But when he does a good job, people should know. I personally think a round of applause is in order.

Sunday, May 24, 2009


In which I scream like a girl......

Last night I went outside and then immediately froze. I don't like certain things. Such as, parasites or anything that sucks blood. Things that have poisonous venom in their butt pokers or in their mouth. That being said, I am also not fond of anything with eight legs. There is something "freak of nature" like about things with more than 4 legs anyway. I don't mind most bugs. Ladybugs are fine. But last night, the arachnids were out in droves, herds, clusters. I killed three of them, after I took a picture so I can show you fine people what I experienced. I thought, maybe, the dying screams of the eight-legged freaks, called the spider warriors out to take me down. I know that some people don't mind spiders because they kill other bugs. I realize further, that the ecological system needs these strange creatures but I just think they could stay away from my house. Like a 12 foot radius. The warriors never attacked. Maybe the are waiting until nightfall to regroup and surround me in a surprise attack. I will be on the ready with flip-flop in hand. Bring it on, Aragog!!

Click the small photo to Witness the horror!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Stupid blog

In which you cannot comment...

Apparently, since I changed to a different template, you cannot comment on my blog. Which I found out after this conversation.

Goblinbox: "comments still don't seem to work on your blog, btw"

Me: "Srsly. Damn"

Goblinbox: "I haven't been able to comment for awhile the link just doesn't do anything"

Me: "Crap"

I will have to change it back to blogger templates, that I don't really care for, because I like comments more. Sorry, no one has been able to comment. I just figured I wasn't saying anything interesting. *smile*

Friday, May 15, 2009

No time for chit chat

In which I wave to you and leave....

I have a gazillion things to do and all by 6. I have plans with my friend, Wylie, tonight. We are going to another friends graduation celebration. She just finished her BA. I get to go play with grown ups! Yay! But first I have to buy a pair of Levi's. Then I have to drive home [45 miles]. Take a very quick shower and do my make-up for the first time in 800 months! I am quite certain there are more things to do, but I didn't write a list so, I forgot what they are now.

My internet has been down at home for a week so I haven't been able to get online to play WoW. *pouts* Turns out they had to replace the drop because it had been installed when they first invented cable. I was getting 363 to 500 pings. And now it's down to 113. That's the best I can get. Because the cable man also said I am the last house to even get cable. I guess I should be happy that I can play on the internet at all. Or I could ask my neighbor to move their router closer to my house so I can get a better signal from them.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Here I am!!!!

In which we catch up in about 6 paragraphs. Plus, I tell you things you do not want to know and wish you could unlearn. With pictures!

The new truck My brother bought a new [to him] truck. It's nice. Really Nice. The driver and passenger seats are like captain chairs. Very comfortable. But I'm guessing it gets like 18 miles to the gallon. Not the best. My brother works really hard and he deserves something nice. He puts everyone above himself. Especially his boys. He loves those boys more than anything in this world. I'm very proud of him. He's turned into the kind of man I always knew he would be. He's had his struggles and came through on the other side better for having been through those tough times. He truly is a good, decent man. I hope my son follows his lead. What I admire most about him, he always follows through on his word. If he says he will do something, he does it.

Meet Pete Last Saturday, we went cat shopping. I had been researching them online. Trying to find one that has personality traits that would fit in with the kids and the dogs. There were so, so many. So we chose, Cooper, a Himalayan-Siamese mix. He was on a 3 day trial run with another lady. *sigh* Second choice was Purr Bucket, he was already gone. *another sigh* Third choice was Miss Kitty, she wasn't in town for the adoption day. And I had no desire to drive out of town to find her. It looked like we were going to go home cat-less again. *yet another sigh* But then... This guy showed up! Meet Pete! He is adorable and Polydactyl! He's a lover, likes kids and dogs. Perfect. Purrfect!

A Saturday at the river Staurday night I was supposed to go to my boss friend's house but things happened and it turned out I couldn't go. I spent the day with the kids and my brother. I spent the evening watching movies. And by watching movies, I mean playing WoW. It was a good day. Sunday, my friend [of 20 years] Wylie came over with his two boys. We watched movies and the kids all played. Mostly outside, believe it or not. We had some lunch. It is nice just being around someone you know. He's another good man. He reminds me of my brother. In many ways. I won't put their similarities on the interwebz. Just know, they make few men like them anymore.