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I don't know if I agree with this.

I do know. I don't agree.

Whatever.

Photo Friday

The theme today is where I'd like to be.



I think it's self explanatory.

Bed.
Hugh Laurie.

:-)

Dyson Slim Vacuum Contest

I've wanted a Dyson vacuum ever since I heard about them! I have not wanted to spend that much money for it, LOL.

Anyway, go enter this contest and you might win a Dyson!

I got my new thermostat!!

After my air conditioning refused to come on this "spring", the A/C dude came by Monday to temporarily fix it. He said I needed a new thermostat.

Um, yeah.

Because I had it set on 70 and it wouldn't come on until it was 80 degrees. Then it would stay on until it was 68 degrees in here.

?????????

So now I have it set on 74. And it's maintaining a steady 75 degrees in here.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I love air.

But I had JUST gotten to sleep when the asshole showed up.

He looked too young & stupid to know what he was doing. He kept dropping everything.

Weird.

But at least I'm cool. :-)

One day I will have wrinkles

Theoretically.

My mother is literally a senior citizen and she doesn't have wrinkles. My grandmother is 85. Or something. She has wrinkles, but she'd OLD. She's supposed to.

I have no problem with gray hair.

I mean I have no problem because I can afford hair dye. LOL. I've had the odd gray hair since I was a teenager.

MY MOTHER refuses to dye her hair because she claims she likes the gray.

Then why are there big black stains on all of her pillowcases and hats? Because she uses mascara to fill in the spots where she doesn't want gray.

I don't think she's ever used mascara on her eyelashes. But she buys it for her hair.

*rolling eyes*

I wonder how I'll react when I see my first wrinkle. I wonder how old I'll be?

Looking at everyone else getting older is weird. I can see that they are getting older but I don't see it in relation to me.

The last time I saw my brother, he looked like a middle aged man. Which he almost is. He'll be 40 this year. He looked old. Of course, he'd just had bypass surgery, so maybe that's why he looked so rough.

Wow.

I don't feel like a 30 something. To be honest I never thought I'd live this long, LMAO! I thought I'd push somebody to kill me way before now....

My knees still hurt. My feet still hurt. I feel like I'm getting a cold even though I've been drinking that Crystal Light Immunity shit for 2 weeks. I FEEL 80. But I still get carded.

WHEEEEEEEEEEE!

When I get a wrinkle, I will decorate it with silver eyeliner and wear it like what it is. A badge of survival. I will have survived in spite of all the idiots I've had to deal with all my life.

I have nothing to say

Can you believe it?

I haven't been feeling well the past couple of days.

Yesterday my ankle swelled up to the size of an orange.

A couple of years ago my feet felt like I was walking on stones. Like the pads of my feet had hard wooden implants or something. The right one feels like that again.

It sucks.

So that's why I have nothing to say.

I don't even want to talk about House.

New Tenant - New York Nitty Gritty

The Cynic and I have the same renter.

How odd is that?

Photo Blog. Of NYC. Nuff said.

Click & visit.

Thanks.

Saturday, March 24

I slept all day today.

*thud*

I got up at 9am and woke Evan up because even though I told him to wash the dishes last night, he only washed some of them.

So I made him wash the rest this morning.

Fell asleep, woke up at 1pm.

Got up and told Evan to separate his clothes so we can do the laundry tomorrow.

Went downstairs to watch "Bizarre Foods" and the other stuff I'd taped on DVR. Fell asleep. Woke up at 3pm when my cousin knocked on the door.

Her oldest son's birthday is tomorrow

She - Can Evan come over today?
Me - Yes
She - Damn, that was fast. T is having a birthday tomorrow and M (his younger brother) is with his dad and T wouldn't want him there anyway because he'd just be getting into everything and he probably wants someone his own age.
Me - Ok
She - So I said "Well, who do you want to come over? I'll go over there and ask if they can spend the night and of course he said Evan." So can Evan spend the night?
Me - Yes
She - Ok, well I'm going to go unload my groceries and Evan can pack some clothes for tomorrow and his PJs and I'll come back. Tomorrow we're just going to have a cook out.
Me - Ok
She - Damn! You're just like 'whatever'
Me - You can keep him all week! I know where you live. (She used to live right beside me so Evan and T saw each other every day. Then she moved and they only saw each other at school. Now that Evan's in middle school they never see each other. Plus she used to have her abusive Baby Daddy living with her so of course I wouldn't let Evan go over there and spend time around THAT motherfucker. If she wants to fuck up her kids for life, that's her business - her oldest son has already talked about killing The Abusive Bastard, I think he's serious - but I will not subject my son to that. I could write a whole blog about how her life has been ruined ever since she got involved with that Bitch Ass Motherfucker, but I won't.)
She - Ok! I'll be back!

So Evan packed in 5 seconds and then had to sit there for about an hour waiting for her to come back.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Now if I had a fuck buddy this would be awesome, LOL.

As it is, I just have to listen to my loud ass neighbors having their own cookout and riding their fucking 4 wheelers in the back. I am calling the cops at 10:00:01 if they're still out there making noise.

You have a house. GO IN IT and make all your damned noise. I don't need to hear your drunk ass friends singing at all hours.

Fuckers.

I feel like I have PMS. But I don't. Evan has been getting on my nerves SO BAD ALL WEEK. First he kept asking me every day when we were going to get his glasses, even though I told him last week that we would get them on Friday. Then it seemed like I had to tell him every fucking thing at least 5 times. "Stop taking off your clothes downstairs and leaving them where ever. You have a hamper, use it. Wash the dishes. Keep my walkway clear, stop leaving your toys all around."

I had to reapeat it over and over all geedee week. This morning I told him to put all of his white underwear and socks in the green basket. So of course I went and looked in his room and there were socks everywhere. He just didn't LOOK.

I think I tell him every day "If you cook something in the microwave, put the garbage in the trash RIGHT AWAY." Like popcorn or a TV dinner or whatever. Every day I have to tell him to put his garbage in the trash. I tell him not to leave dishes lying around, that's how people get roaches. But EVERY GEEDEE DAY he tries to go to bed or whatever after leaving his shit lying around. So I go wake him up and make him pick it up.

Today I said "I tell you the same things every day. Just like 'pick up your clothes, don't leave them lying around' and you do anyway. I've told you to look for stuff and you say you don't see it, then when I get up and look, it's RIGHT WHERE I SAID IT WOULD BE. Pay Attention!!! YOU are the reason I nag. Because YOU DON'T LISTEN. You don't LOOK. You don't PAY ATTENTION to what you're doing."

OMG. He's making me turn into my mother. I hate that.

He used to listen. He used to only make me tell him something once.

But ever since he turned 10 he's started turning into a teenager/typical male.

He drives me insane.

I think he's going to end up dead or I'm going to end up in the Looney Bin before he's out of HS.

Today...

So I got to sleep at 5 o'clock this morning.

Woke up at 6:45 because I had set my alarm to make sure Evan got on the bus.

Fell asleep after he left at 7. Woke up at 9.

Boy that was a restful night...

Anyway, this chick comes over from Humana (Health insurance) at about 11:30.

She was supposed to call at 1.

Whatever.

She told me about the Medicare Advantage plans they have.

After paying $473 for a root canal I thought I'd look into getting some extra coverage since Medicare doesn't cover dental or vision.

She was here about an hour. Very nice lady.

The policy costs $89/month. Does not cover dental or vision.

So I said "I think I'll just stick with my Part D coverage. Why should I pay 90 dollars a month for something that's not going to help me out unless I get in a wreck and have to go in the hospital for a stay???"

She said "But IF you have to go, you'll have some coverage."

I said "I'll take my chances."

That's like the fucking car insurance that I have to pay for every 6 months even though I barely drive and I haven't been in an accident for YEARS. (The one accident I had wasn't even my fault.)

Medicare sucks.

Anyway, Mommy Dearest came over at about 3:15 because I told her we were going to get Evan's new glasses after school. She said she'd drive and she'd get an oil change at the same time.

So we did that.

Evan's new glasses don't look much different than his old glasses in this picture



But if I had a better webcam you could see the difference. The old ones are kind of redish. The new ones are all black and more square.

My baby had to get adult sized frames this time. *Sniff*

Won't be long before he's towering over me.

*sob*

What else?

Then we went to Evan's favorite Chinese restaurant. Fridays are seafood day. So they have crab legs and frogs legs and crawfish and oysters on the half shell. (Evan and I love crab legs)

Anyway, while we were eating, my mother gave me "the look" which means "Look over there, but don't be obvious about it."

This 75 year old man had a heaping plate of oysters.

She said "I think I'll take him home with me so he can rock my world." (You know, the whole oyster aphrodisiac thing...)
Me - Go ahead. You never know.
She - I DO know because I'm NOT going there, LOL.

After the first old guy ate 2 heaping plates of oysters, another senior citizen came in and did the same thing! Old men must love oysters (it's cheaper than viagra...I guess)

It was funny. None of the decent looking younger guys had oysters, LOL.

One thing that's always been strange to me - why go to a Chinese restaurant and then eat pizza??? I know they have it on the menu for kids, but why would an ADULT get PIZZA at a Chinese restaurant??? Domino's, Pizza Hut, Papa John's and lots of other pizza places with GOOD pizza are within 5 minutes of the Chinese joint.

Crazy.

I took one of the Lortab's Candyman gave me the other day. Like...3 hours ago. My back has stopped hurting, but it still hasn't made me sleepy.

I HATE MY BODY!!!!!!!!!!! I can't even get sleepy with a fucking narcotic anymore.

*cries*

Racial Epithets

So the other day Evan came home and told me there's some new boy in school who called another kid a nigger. All the black kids beat the boy up & the little Klan member got suspended.

Today my mother calls me and asks me to look up "Moon Cricket". I thought it was some new shoe company.

From Urban Dictionary:

3. moon cricket
297 up, 21 down


Derived from early slave times when black people would come out at night and sing slave songs under the moonlight like crickets.

Hey! Billy Bob and Joline, grab the shotguns the damn moon crickets are escaping from the plantation

Someone called my mother's hairdresser a Moon Cricket. Got his ass beat for it.

*Sigh*

When will my people realize that words like "Nigger" and "Moon Cricket" (I'd never heard that before) are said with the intent of pissing us off?

Ignore the shit.

Your reaction is what gives the word "power".

Idiots. ALL of the involved people are idiots.

CHBM Photo Friday

Today's category is "Messes".

Some of my favorite pictures of Evan as a baby were the messes he made. :-)

But I will confine myself to just posting one pic, LOL.

This is around the time when Evan was learning to feed himself. He loved oatmeal back then.

A post about nothing

I've been watching all the CSIs lately.

I still love Grissom the best.

But I have fun watching CSI Miami because I play a little game with myself. In the opening scene, Horatio always says some little quip before the credits start. I like to see if I can guess what he's going to say before he does it. It's usually so obvious. But anyway, I'm very disappointed if he doesn't do it. Sometimes they have someone else doing the opening.

CSI New York has the best music. Last night they had "Give it to me" by Timbaland ft. Nelly Furtado & Justin Timberlake. I love that song.

Have you noticed how music (hip hop/pop) has gotten REALLY bragadocious lately? The song, in case you haven't heard it, is Tim, JT and Nelly talking about how wonderful they are and how everyone else sucks.

Fergie talks about how awesome she is...

I'm sure the songs are tongue in cheek, but damn! I'm not even that conceited.

Normally.

Not every day, anyway. LOL.

[Nelly]
you love my ass and my abs and the video called promiscuous
my style is ridiculous-s-s-s-s


[Timbaland]
when timbo is in the party everybody put up their hands
I get a half a mill for my beats you get a couple grand-d-d-d-d
never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan
I'm a real producer and you just the piano man
your songs don't top the charts, I heard em, I'm not a fan-n-n-n-n

[JT]
Could you speak up and stop the mumbling
I don't think you're getting clear.
Sitting on the top it's hard to hear you from way up here.
I saw you tryin to act cute on tv just let me clear the air.
We missed you on the charts last week
Damn that's right, you wasn't there.
If sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shi it it?
Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it.
So if you see us in the club go on and walk the other way
Cuz our run will never be over; not at least until we say

[chorus]
if you see us in the club we'll be acting real nice
if you see us on the floor you'll be watchin all night

Anyway

My knees hurt so bad today. I got a sample in the mail (I've been doing freebie searches every day, so for the past couple of weeks I've been getting a freebie in the mail every day) that's supposed to make your joints feel better. It says it takes a week to feel a difference. This is day 3 and they hurt more than if I hadn't taken it at all. :-( Plus they are huge ass horse pills and I have to take them twice a day.

So not worth it.

But I got some flavor glide vitamins yesterday. They tasted really good. I didn't even want to swallow it, LOL.

I'm trying to decide what to do with my hair. Braids will be easiest once I get them in. But I like one girl's hair on ANTM. I don't remember her name. But with that I'd have to get a perm every 6 weeks AND find my damned curling iron...

I really want dreads. But my hair is too soft to maintain it. I didn't wash my hair for a month one summer while I tried to set the dreads and they still didn't stay in. They have wax that you can put in your hair to lock the dreads, but surely wax attracts all the stray lint that's flying around in the air. I'd look like a homeless person.

AND, I get tired of my hair a lot and want to change the style.

I don't know.

I'm going to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Well, DAMN!

I got a letter calling me for jury duty.

I've written a letter asking to be excused due to my disability.

I don't know if it will work.

Pray for me.

Wordless Wednesday

These are pics of what Evan looked like after spending the night with his Nana (Mommy Dearest).

Sweet Sugar Candyman

Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]
He's a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop
Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]
He's a one stop, got me hot, making my uh pop
Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]
He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop
Sweet sugar candy man [whispered]

Yes, my dentist is hottttttttttt. LOL. I'd forgotten exactly how he looked. I definitely forgot that he has curly hair. I don't normally like curly hair on men. But he's the exception to the rule.

I can't think of anyone he looks like...

But anyway, here's what I look like at this moment.



So anyway, I got up on time to get ready to go to the dentist. I was going to leave 15 minutes early just so I could show them how eager I was to get this fixed.

I assumed my keys were in my purse. Got outside to the car, couldn't find my keys in my purse, saw them laying there on the back seat! Evan had obviously left them there when he went to go get a hat or a jacket or something from the car!!! This brought to mind the last time he locked my keys in the car. But I've learned since then, so I have another set of keys with my PO box key and car keys and all of that shit inside hanging beside the door.

I just had to hobble back in the fucking house to get them.

By the time I got back to the car, had used up all of my 15 minute cushion and 2 minutes of the regular drive time. *pissed off*

So I broke the law the whole way there. I drove 70 on the 65 mph speed zone, 60 in the 55, and 55 everywhere else. Thank God there were no cops.

Anyway, I got to the dentist exactly 2 minutes late, but by the time I got in the office I was 5 minutes late.

Whatever.

So I go in there and tell the girl that I'd been popping Advil constantly all weekend and that I even had to heat up the milk for my cereal (Very true. And very gross. Lukewarm milk in Fruity Pebbles is not a culinary delight.)

So then Candyman came in. He's a true southern gentleman. He asked about how I was doing & how Evan was doing, told me about his recent vacation to D.C. and that's why the office was closed 2 days last week and that he was sorry if I had called then because my tooth hurt. (So sweet!)

Then he started with the x-ray of my fucked up tooth. He warned me that if I needed a root canal, it may take 2 visits if the tooth was infected. (Joy.)

My mother has told me about root canals and how painful they are. Somehow I knew I'd have to get one. I'd procrastinated going to the dentist for months. I mean, he's cute, but not so cute that I WANT to see him if I don't have to, LOL.

So of course I was thinking my tooth was infected and I'd have to come back again. I was already shivering like hypothermia was setting in.

But he finished it today!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I felt no pain. I didn't cry. I just shivered like a chihuahua.

Now I just have to wait about a month to get a crown. He said the tooth will darken as the nerve dies or whatever. He said my body has been doing the job of a root canal on it's own, which is why it wasn't infected. (Once before he told me that my teeth did something miraculous. I don't know if I believe him. He's such a sweet talker. He's probably blowing smoke up my ass. But I don't care, LOL.)

He gave me scripts for Antibiotics and Lortab for the pain, if I have any. (Joy! I can keep those on hand for when I get a migraine.) Get this, he said he'd call me later tonight to see how I was doing. AND he gave me his cell phone number in case I need to call!

Is this normal? I don't know. But I feel special. I love he!

I will not answer the phone if it rings tonight, LOL. I'd make an idiot of myself. I don't like talking on the phone. I'm not much of a talker IRL. I'm very shy. (Believe it or not.)

So that's why I love my dentist and he will henceforth be known as Candyman. He's so sweet!

I bet all the chicks were after him when he was in HS & college!

I wish I could tell you who he looks like, but I can't think of anyone. :-(

I get to go to the dentist tomorrow!

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I have a tooth that's killing me.

All weekend it was hurting.

Today after I made the appt, nothing, LOL.

But when I went the last time he told me I was going to have to come back to get a filling. I procrastinated as long as I could.

Like most people, I don't like the dentist.

Unlike most people, I freak the fuck out when I have to go. They have to give me maximum nitro and I still might have a panic attack.

If I could drive after a valium, I'd take one before I go.

I don't know why having to lie there with my mouth open freaks me out so much.

Normally I'm not scared of anything. And I HATE being typical or "normal" in any way, LOL. I'd be ok if I was afraid of the optometrist. Who's ever heard of that? Everybody is afraid of the dentist. It's so common.

*sigh*

If I survive, I will be back to regale you with stories of my sexy older man dentist. He really is HOT. And nice, LOL. I go to him because he's the same dentist Evan uses. If he's good with kids, he's good with panicky adults too.

I hope I don't cry and get snot all over myself this time...

It's amazing

how many really bad blogs there are on the interweb.

I was just using the blogger "next blog" thing to surf because none of my regular sites have updated since yesterday. Anyway, one chick just has lyrics of songs she'd written.

Bad grammar, atrocious spelling, and she had the nerve to say "Don't try to steal any of my songs." I wanted to ask her if anyone had EVER tried to steal some of her shittttttt, but I think I might be nice today, so I just clicked to the next blog.

One woman's blog wasn't bad. It was just confusing. Like all these nicknames she has. Let's say "Kek" and "Dek" and "Pek". So she's talking about all these people as if we know them. (I know I write with the assumption that people reading my blog might know me from somewhere else, but I'd like to think that even if you've never been here before, my posts aren't so confusing that you can't "catch up".) Anyway, she's talking about the time she was taking care of Kek and she fell out of the bed, or the time Dek told her to be sure and feed Kek at Noon-thirty, and how once she couldn't change Kek's diaper. Blah blah. Then at the end of the veeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy long post, she said that Kek was her mother...

Suggestion: If you have a public blog, and you take care of your disabled mother, you might want to put that somewhere at the top of the blog so that people who just surf there will know that Kek is your disabled mother and not your daughter.

But that's just me.

Then there are the people who...just type random shit. Like if I could eavesdrop on your internal dialogue, but I only heard every other thought, this is what I'd get.

Plans down and then bathroom cold legs why like that a lot old remember.

WTF, right? People do this on their blogs and publish it for all to see. Why?

I thought it might have been just that one post. No. All of the posts were like that.

Craziness. I really wonder how I've been so lucky not finding more of these crappy blogs. I guess BlogExplosion and other sites that I've been using to get traffic are better than I thought they were, LOL.

Click & Comment Monday

Just comment, LOL. It doesn't have to be a comment on what I post. Although I will welcome that too. Comment on the other blogs you visit too. I find that if I comment on someone's blog, they come see mine and comment too. So if you're looking to increase traffic to your blog, that's one way to do it!

So, technically it's Monday, but it's still Sunday for me.

I've had a headache all day. Thankfully, it wasn't a migraine. Regardless, I've had to pop Advil every 4 hours or it would have gotten really bad. I hope it doesn't turn into a migraine...

I slept until 1 pm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot believe The Boy didn't wake me up at 8 am watching his damned cartoons.

Then I woke up, got on the computer until about 3. The Boy had taped an animated "Hellboy" movie and he wanted me to watch it with him.

So I went and got on the bed, and promptly fell asleep, LOL. I woke up at 8pm.

It might have something to do with the muscle relaxer I had to take on Saturday. My left leg was as hard as a rock. I could barely walk. I was afeered I'd fall down the stairs again. But I haven't done that in a couple of months *knock wood*

So anyway, after I FINALLY got The Boy to GO TO BED! at 9:30 -

He kept complaining that he wasn't sleepy.
Me - Well if you'd go to bed at 9 on the weekends, you wouldn't have a hard time going to sleep on Sunday night!
He - *whining* But I don't want to have a bed time on the weekends!
Me - Well then you will lie in bed for hours staring at the ceiling and then fall asleep in school tomorrow and get a demerit.
He - You're mean
Me - Count sheep
He - I'm going to go downstairs and watch TV until I get sleepy
Me - No, because you'll fall asleep and then when you have to come back upstairs you'll wake yourself up
He - I'm going downstairs
Me - I will run and jump on you and hold you down until you pass out or go to sleep
He - You can't run or jump
Me - SHUT UP!
He - *starts going down the stairs*
Me - BOY
He - FINE! I'm turning on the air conditioner. Go downstairs! I can't sleep when you're up here making noise
Me - Now you know how I feel
He - Yeah yeah, noise noise

I came downstairs eventually. I made a Hugh tag with the glasses. But it's grunge. I don't like grunge. But I'm really in a PSP block and I figured I'd try it.

I hate it, LOL.

Have you ever read Bryanboy's blog? He always talks about how fat he is. He makes me sick. But I can't stop reading because he's soooooooooooooooo "flamboyant". Anyway, I remind myself of Bryanboy *shudder* when I talk about my PSP shit. "I hate it! It's so bad. Ewwwwwww."

That's the thing about making tags. It seems like whatever I hate, other people love. And when I love it, nobody wants it. Crazy.



I'm wearing the Hugh tag I made yesterday to see if anyone asks if it's adoptable. If they ask, I might make it an adoptable. After a week, I might start wearing this one. But something tells me that I am the only person who finds Hugh Laurie in glasses "cute"...

Here's what happened

I started out, YESTERDAY, to make a Jeff Goldblum/Raines tag.

I found some good pictures. I made the tag. Once again, no room to put a name. (I don't know why I have to do this every couple of months...) Let me show you the tag before I talk about it.



So I like the blend, I like the color even though it's pink again (I don't know why I have to make pink tags, either...) I like the pics of Jeff. He looks delicious. And I like the glass effect at the bottom.

Name doesn't look good anywhere on it.

So I thought "Well, I'll remember how I did that glass thing and make one of Hugh" because I have some pics of Hugh wearing glasses that I think are sooooooo cute. :-)



So I started on that.

I don't know how it happens...I get distracted or discouraged or whatever. It doesn't help that I'm a perfectionist. Or that I have 1,000,027 things going on in my head all at once.

Anyway, those pictures of Hugh with the glasses turned into this:



See???

No glasses. No glass effect on his name. His name isn't even on there.

I had another idea about making a blended tag about all of the awards that Hugh has won (SAG, Emmy, etc.) and that didn't happen either, LOL.

I feel like I have no control!

I mean, I like the tag. I'm not happy with the name, but the rest of it is good.

But it's totally different from what I set out to do 24 hours ago.

And I'm cold.

Photo Hunt - Drink

Today's Hunt category is "Drink". I found this out on Sue's Blog and I don't know if it has to be alcoholic, or if it just has to be a beverage. Whatever.



The first one is Nestea Enviga. "The Low Calorie Burner". I drink it because I like it, not because I'm trying to burn fat. (Although it wouldn't hurt me any, LOL.) Mine is Peach flavored. Beverages and breath mints are my weaknesses. I have to try every new flavor that I see. I went to CVS once and almost had an orgasm because I found about 7 new breath mint flavors. I wonder what the cashier thought with me buying all of those breath mints at once? Either I'm an alcoholic or anorexic...

The second one is Pete's Wicked Strawberry Blonde Lager. I don't like beer. But sometimes one helps me sleep. And someone at JJHF said Lager or Ale was stronger than regular beer. So I thought I'd try this. It still tastes like cat urine. But it does the job of making me drowsy.

OMG, you have to read Cynic's post today!!

I love it!

Hee Hee. LMFAO!

OMG.

Shear Paradise

I have to take Evan to the Optometrist

in less than 5 hours.

And I am not sleepy at all.

*sigh*

I have to drive over 40 miles to get there.

*sigh*

I'm fucked.

LMAO!

MEME

Stolen from Teresa at Georgian Blues

The rules are to answer each question with exactly three words.

1. Where is your cell phone? In my house
2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? No, not now
3. Hair? Black an fro-ish
4. Your mother? She had me
5. Your father? He is deceased
6. Your favorite item(s)? My House DVDs
7. Your dream last night? Some blog dream
8. Your favorite drink? Tropicana Diet Orangeade
9. Your dream guy/girl? Hugh Calum Laurie
10. The room you are in? Cold dining room
11. Your fear? Losing my son
12. What do you want to be in 10 years? Riding a Hoverround
13. Who did you hang out with last night? My awesome son
14. What are you not? A people pleaser
15. Are you in love? No. HA! No.
16. One of your wish list items? Hugh Calum Laurie
17. What time is it? two fifty four
18. The last thing you did? surfed some blogs
19. What are you wearing? lots of clothes
20. Your favorite book? I have lots
21. The last thing you ate? I don't remember
22. Your life? Has it's moments
23. Your mood? I’m pretty bored
24. Your friends? Precious and few
25. What are you thinking about right now? Going to Pee
26. Your car? Old green Taurus
27. What are you doing at this moment? Typing this…DUH!
28. Your summer? Is too hot
29. Your relationship status? Single and horny
30. What is on your TV screen? Nothing. It's off
31. When is the last time you laughed? Earlier this evening
32. Last time you cried? It’s been awhile
33. School? I hated it.

Amy Winehouse

She's on youtube.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

You know I'm no good

F**k me Pumps




Rehab
Stronger than me
In my bed (Live)

Scrapbook Page

Made with photos we took on Our Day Out.
Thanks to Ruby for generously sharing her template as a freebie.
Papers are from Lindsay Jane's I Love Chocolate Kit.

Lots of stuff

There's a lot of different stuff I just want to touch on before I forget. None of it is related, LOL.

First, Raines. The new Jeff Goldblum show on NBC. LOVE IT! I love him. I'm thrilled that I like this show! He's a detective and he sees dead people. I love his deadpan delivery. I love Raines' sarcasm. I hope this show isn't cancelled after 3 episodes!!!

Jennster has a blog entry she wrote to one of her friends, it's called "Dear Mommy to be". Go read it. It's good. I'm hyping the bitch on my blog, that's how good it is. She hasn't even invited me to her wedding...*sniffle*

Go HERE. They're teasing about THIS. I think it's so cute!

My left calf is twitching like there's a huge spider on it... Odd.

Damn...I thought there was something else.

Oh! I was listening to Amy Winehouse. You gotta love a song that starts with: "What kind of fuckery is this?" LOL. She's a jazzy, bluesy singer. I can't remember who she makes me think of. Nina Simone? But I don't like Nina Simone. I'll think about it some more and tell you.

New Tenant - Scooter McGavin's 9th Green

I tried to rent my blog yesterday, the bid was...

I don't understand why some people bid on my blog. I wonder if they even read my blog. WTF do we have in common? Why did you bid? Someone explain this to me.

Anyway, I started a new campaign. I accepted the first bid because when I went there to check out his site, I saw this post about Amy Winehouse. A guy who likes music like this has to be a decent person, LOL.

Don't you just love my totally random criteria for renting? ;-p

Anyway, some of his other posts are about the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, March Madness (I agree with him about Australia'sNTM needing a Mr & Ms Jay, btw.), and some "Guy Stuff".

It seems like a pretty well rounded blog. It's not all about Golf or Music or any one thing.

So, click on my renter. Download some Amy Winehouse. Drink a beer. Whatever, LOL.

Thanks! :-)

Odd News

So on my DVR (Digital Video Recorder, like TIVO) I have a news ticker.

I don't normally have it on. But every once in a while I like to look at the forecast, so I turn it on. When I do that I usually look at the "Odd News" stories too.

These are the headlines that showed up last night. And because I love you, I have provided links to the stories on Reuters.com.

Hong Kong: Woman's brush with death. Woman swallows toothbrush.

Moscow: Mom's solution to cramped living. Mother hires hitman to kill her son.

Ahmedabad, India Police hot on scent of crime. Cops in India get scented uniforms.

There were other odd news stories, but these were the ones that caught my eye. Especially the scented uniforms??

Our day out

So of course I didn't get to sleep until 5 am on Tuesday. I woke up at 9 am.

I didn't want to go out. But I never want to go out. So I woke Evan up and said "Let's go!"

First we went to the local "fishing pond". It was pretty. It would have been prettier without all the broken down trailers all around the property.

Click the pictures to get a larger view.



After that, I was going to take Evan to the park (in a neighboring state) to get some "Action" shots. But then on the highway I saw signs for Russell Cave.

I've lived in this area for almost 20 years and I've never been there. I knew it was there, but I thought it was just something for spelunkers. I didn't know there was an actual museum (about the size of any fast food restaurant) and a tour and everything.

So on a whim, I decided to go there.

When we got there, I told Evan to sit on the wall so I could snap a picture. I was clicking and clicking with no response. I said "I hope the batteries aren't dead!" He was thinking "Oh no, no more pictures." when I got the bright idea to make sure I'd turned the power on and I got this pic, LOL.



Then we went inside.

I feel I need to say something about Evan's fake smiles here. I don't LIKE taking pictures that are posed because he has this weird fake smile. After a disastrous yearbook picture in the 7th grade, I spent an entire summer standing in front of the mirror with my eyes closed, smiling, and then looking to make sure the smile was ok. Any picture you see of me without gums showing means it's a fake picture. My fake smile is AWESOME! Anyway, here's a fake smile. The picture is good, he's still cute, but I KNOW it's a fake smile so it bothers me. I can only get a real smile if I make him laugh right before I snap the picture. I'm not that funny to him anymore, LOL.



Anywhoo, here are pics of the "museum". (There are a lot of museums here that are so small that you could spit in any direction and hit a wall...but I guess that's Southerners for you.)






Then the tour guide, Antoine, asked us if we were going to take the tour.

Me - *visions of trying to get my walker up a hill and over rocks and fallen branches and then falling down the mountain and breaking my leg* No. I'm not walking anywhere!
Ant - We have wheelchairs. And there's a walkway all along the tour.
Me - *to Evan* Are you going to push me? (I can never get the hang of those manual wheelchairs. I always go in circles, or drifting to the right. My left side is weak!!!)
E - Yeah, sure! (He would have agreed to anything at that point)

So Antoine goes to get the wheelchair. He brought back a big ass thing that would have had room for both me and Evan, LOL.

So Evan is trying to get me out the door, and he keeps banging the wheelchair into the door jamb over and over.

Me - Let me stand up and get outside, then we can fold the wheelchair and bring it out and I can get back in it.
Ant - The door is wide enough. I'll just push you.

So we start along the tour. Antoine keeps up a running dialogue monologue. At one point he said there used to be bears in Alabama, and we still have mountain lions or some shit.

Ant - But we won't see any of them on the tour, they're nocturnal.
Me - Good!



It was so peaceful out there! I always had a fantasy of living in a cabin in the mountains with a little stream running alongside.





On the inside of the cave, there were some cheesy mannequins.



But Antoine did provide a STEADY flow of information about the Mississippian, Woodland and Archaic eras. VERY STEADY.

While we were there, a father who had just started homeschooling his son showed up and started asking a lot of questions.

That gave me time to take some more nature pics, LOL.






On the way back, Antoine said he was in college and didn't know if he wanted to be a history teacher or a dental hygenist. (He has the BIGGEST gap I've ever seen IRL. Maybe that's why his interest in teeth is so out of the blue?)

I told him he should be a history teacher since it was obvious to me that it was a subject about which he was passionate.

Ant - Yeah, I think kids today have the wrong idea about history. I think if I taught HS history blah blah etc.

So I took a picture of Antoine.

He did the stereotypical black guy thing that I totally don't understand. They always try to look gangsta in their pictures. But then maybe he was hiding his gap? I don't know. I do know that the picture does not represent the man who pushed me all around on the tour.


(We are going to send Antoine a copy of the picture along with a thank you note. The tour really was educational!)

On the way out, I stopped and picked up an arrowhead for Evan. Since the tour was free I was feeling generous.

When Evan went to pay, Antoine said "Don't worry about it, man. I got it. In fact, here's another one!"



On the drive back, Evan said that it was the best day he'd had in a long time. (Awwwwwww).

We still had to do some grocery shopping though.

I decided to go to Cracker Barrel first, and then Wal-mart.

I think that story deserves it's own post at some other time because Blogger has been driving me up the effing wall and I need to publish this before it freaks out again.

Plus I'm hungry.

Wordless Wednesday

This is a picture Evan took during our outing yesterday.

I thought the ducks would run away as soon as he got close enough to take a picture, but I guess he was faster than them, LOL.

It felt good outside when he took the picture. By the time we got home, it was HOT.

And my air conditionioning is broken. :-(

*sigh*

Tackle it Tuesday

Well, today I AM going to go out and take some new pictures of Evan.

When he was a baby, I always had the camera at the ready. Once he started going to school and having pictures taken every other week (or so it seems) I only took pictures on special occasions.

I spent a lot of money on this digital camera!!! I need to put it to good use. Not to mention the big scrapbook that my mother gave me 11 years ago that I haven't even touched....

So, we ARE going out on Tuesday to take some pictures.

The Boy has already decided what he's going to wear! Do you think he's excited? ;-p

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4:54 PM

Well, we did it! We left at 10 this morning and we're just getting back. We are BOTH so tired that we just want to crash, so I'll tell you about it and post all the pictures tomorrow. But here's one. :-)

I Love You - Poll

I was voting on Battle of Blogs and one person had a post about the first time her husband said "I love you".

It got me thinking.

My last "BF" (For lack of a more descriptive, more accurate, more obscene term) was a very needy person.

On one occasion, we were having "relations" and it was taking him forfuckingever to "finish". He said "Tell me you love me." So I did.

After that, whenever it was taking too long, I'd say "I love you".

But I didn't mean it.

I really didn't even like him, LOL. But the sex was good...

So anyway, I'm sure I'm not the ONLY person who has said "I love you" without meaning it.

Take my poll. Or Comment. Or both.

Battle of the Blogs 2

I really want to understand what makes people pick some blogs over other blogs.

Is it the appearance of the blog?
Is it the content of the blog?
Is it the first post you read?
Is it how long it takes the page to load?

What about the battles between 2 opponents on a topic in which you have no interest?

For me, that's Religion & Politics. I end up picking the blog I disagree with less, LOL.

What about photo blogs?

I don't LIKE photo blogs, but if there are 2 competing against each other, I pick the one with the prettier pictures.

It's all so subjective.

And why do the people who keep losing keep battling? Do they think it's going to change? Or do they just want exposure?

It's confusing stuff....

Click & Comment Monday

Once again, I am trying to increase traffic to my website. It's become an obsession!

WHY is this blog taking over my otherwise empty life? LOL.

I was going to take The Boy out today to get him a new prescription for glasses and then take some photos, but I found out I couldn't get an appointment until Saturday.

So now I don't NEED to go out until Saturday.

Not even to take pictures.

Thus I have more time to obsess about my blog, which is what I really wanted to do in the first place.

I have nothing to say.

I don't even want to talk about the weird blog dreams I've been having...

Anyway, if you visit, comment! Then click on my renter.

That is all. Get busy! ;-p

I am battling RIGHT NOW

So I've battled 3 times before. Won all 3.

But I was accepting challenges that I thought I'd win.

But then it started bothering me.

Am I a big chicken?? (Yes)
Do I really NEED to win?? (Yes)

But I need to battle bigger fish if I'm going to keep doing this blog battle thing.

Plus I don't like winning ALL the time.

And it's more fun when you have serious competition.

Just like spades. It's no fun playing someone who doesn't know what they're doing.

I want to beat the King of Spades. Not a newbie.

So, I put my hat in the ring with a dude who wins the majority of his battles.

And he's funny.

I am prepared (NOT) to lose (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

And then I'll go back to battling the Messianic Universe or whatever, LOL.



Thanks to the 5 of you who voted for me!

I'm glad I have my first loss out of the way. It won't *sniffle* be so *hiccup* hard next time. *sob*

Music on your blog

I KNOW I'm not the only person to have posted something like this, but it needs to be said again.



STOP
IT
PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Think about it from your visitor's perspective for one mothereffing second, ok?

When I browse, I have my headphones on so that I can listen to music that I WANT TO HEAR.

So when I click, unsuspectingly, on the link to your page I get blasted in the ears with some fucking shit I would only listen to if someone tied me up and was torturing me.

STOP
IT

I've visited a lot more websites the past couple of days because I was doing the photo hunt thing. More than once I had to scroll to try and find the video or player that was playing some awful shit THAT I DIDN'T ASK TO LISTEN TO.

If I'm on BlogExplosion and trying to vote in a Battle of Blogs, or just trying to earn some credits, I'm forced to listen to this SHIT THAT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR for 30 seconds.

STOP
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

We all get that you're excited that you can have your favorite song playing on your blog when people come to visit you. Yippie Skippie for YOU.

I may (probably) have different tastes in music than you do.

When I'm surfing for no other purpose than surfing, I get off the page ASAP without even reading.

So, if you have some type of business, or if you get paid to blog and you want people to click your links, TURN THE GODDAMNED MUSIC OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why do you insist upon doing this?

It's RUDE.

At least when I post 57 youtube videos of Hugh Laurie, you have the OPTION to watch the video or not. You inconsiderate bastards that have autoplay music that starts up on page load MAKE IT HARD TO ENJOY YOUR EFFING WEBSITE.

One chick had Nelly playing. I happen to like the song. I have it on my itunes.

BUT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT OVER JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE.

STOP THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you can't have music on your blog without it automatically playing, take it off.

It's common courtesy.

Assholes.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt

Chattanooga, TN Aquarium

So while I was voting in BOB, I came across another place that had a photo thingee. I got 90 hits yesterday! So I thought I'd participate in this one too, LOL. I love traffic. ;-)

Oh yeah, my first comment reminded me that I might need to give more information on the photo, LOL.

It's one of the buildings for the Chattanooga Aquarium. There were 2 last time I checked, I just thought this one was more interesting.

I love downtown Chattanooga!

They have these brick "sculptures" when you're walking around in the "main drag".

Here's a couple more pictures. (Click on the photo for a larger view.)

Friday

Seems like it's been a busy day.

I guess it has, kind of.

First, I got up around 10. I slept last night. (Yessssssssssssss).

Then I got online. I finally figured out that I make more credits at BlogExplosion by voting in the Battle of the Blogs (We will hencforth use the acronym BOB.) So I voted in about 20 of those.

Then I accepted a challenge myself. And won. (Yesssssssssssssssss!) I'm up to 1200+ in the ratings now, LOL.

Then at about 3 pm (!!!! I didn't know I'd been online so long. No wonder my butt hurt) I finally showered.

The Boy came home at 3:26 and I told him to call Nana and ask her if she wanted to go out to dinner & to Wal-mart.

For some reason, Evan always puts the phone on speaker phone when he's talking to my mother. I've told him that I don't NEED (read: WANT) to hear his conversations but he does it anyway.

He called her and asked her. She said "No".

So he brought the phone upstairs while I was still in the tub (so I had to sit there for 10 effing minutes because I was naked behind the shower curtain) and convinced her to go.

I told her I found some new Al Green videos on youtube.

She - I can watch them without going out to dinner. I'm was taking a nap.
Me - No. You can't watch them if you don't go out to dinner.

Since I told The Boy that he couldn't spend the night with her anymore until school is over, I thought it would be nice for him to see her. And this morning he told me he really wanted to go "somewhere" after school today.

So I finally convinced her to come be my chauffeur be our guest at dinner tonight.

So we went out to Western Sizzlin. (I like to go there or Cracker Barrel because they take checks and I didn't want to go to the bank.)

Then we went to Wal-Mart.

Then we came back here so she could watch Al.

She was here for 3 fucking hours.

I was going to post more, including excerpts from the conversation, but I just realized I'm tired.

Really tired.

G'night.

I watched Borat

I usually buy DVDs before I see them because it makes no sense to me to spend close to $5 to rent a movie and then another $15 for the DVD. BUT there are some movies that you can really only watch once. They aren't as funny as the first time (like Jackass).

So I rented this one yesterday. I had a free rental, so it didn't even cost me anything. (Wheeeeeeeee)

Borat did not meet my expectations. *sigh*

I wish I knew someone who had the same taste in movies that I do. Everyone else says "OMG it's soooooooo funny!" (Those are the same people who thought "The Grudge" was soooooooooo scary...)

It had it's funny moments. I mean, it was funnier than a lot of alleged comedies, but it didn't make me laugh so hard that I cried. My abs aren't hurting today. It was just funny.

I'm more amazed at the stupidity (WHY I'm still amazed at other people's stupidity is beyond me...) of some people. I can't help but wonder what these people thought when they knew that they had been had. When untold millions know that you are an effing idiot.

I'm also amazed that Sacha Baron Cohen can look so cute as Ali G and so UGLY as Borat, LOL. It's amazing what a haircut and a goatee can do.


I love Ali G, btw. I have one season of "Da Ali G" show on DVD and the movie "Ali G indahouse". The movie amazed me the first time I saw it. THAT is comedy. And Ali's stupidity doesn't bother me because I get that it's his character. Cohen is obviously not stupid or he couldn't have made so many people mad with Borat.

I LOVE IT.

I just didn't love the movie.

Photo Friday

So I was surfing blogs and Crazy Hip Blog Mamas has "Photo Friday". Today's theme is "Your silly little baby face". So here's my Photo for Phriday.



This was when Evan was about 3. We had been finger painting when I suddenly had the urge to evacuate my bowels. (TMI? HA!) So I put the caps on the fingerpaints and went upstairs. A few minutes later he comes up to the bathroom and says "Mommy, I'm a monstah! Raaaaaaaaaaaahr!" It was so funny I had to take pictures.

I hadn't told him NOT to mess with the finger paints. I hadn't told him not to paint himself. AND I hadn't put them out of his reach.

At the time my mother had my camera so I had to drive down to her house to take pictures.

She looked horrified! LMAO.

She - What did he doooooooooooo?
Me - Made himself a Monstah!
She - Will it wash off????
Me - It's water based.
She - I hope he doesn't have a reaction.
Me - *wishing like hell I hadn't loaned her my camera* Well if he does, he'll know not to do it again.
She - How are you going to get it off??????????
Me - In the bath...

Whatever.

I love the pic! He was so proud of himself, LOL.