Baby Shopping

It has come to my attention that maybe another animal would be welcomed into our home. I'm not sure who started it, but it was one of three people. Those people would be Me, Mom, or Honey. Everybody has a motive for the baby I think, so today I went baby shopping..for a kitten. On Saturday at Petco they do the adopt a cat thing. So of course I want to rescue a kitty and give it a new home. They didn't have much in the way of kittens and Honey wasn't with me, I basically fell in love with one fiesty little guy named Magic and two older cats that were there for donation only, they were a few years old and the owners gave them up, sad. They were large and pretty, one was outgoing ,the other shy and they stuck together like glue..but alas, we want a BABY kitty, so we can laugh at it, play with it, hold it..you get the picture we want to be there for the formative years. I think we are going to sleep on it for another week or so, introducing a new pet into the house is going to be full of drama with our spoiled pets. We all sleep in the same bed, we all hang out in the same room..and everybody has their own quirky personality. Attention whores the lot of us.

And how shall I amuse you today?

If only amusing my loyal blog readers was as easy as I find amusing myself. It doesn't take much to amuse me. Seriously. I can aimlessy surf away the hours or lose myself in photoshop playing with pictures that mostly nobody will ever see. I like to think that if I should have to join the workforce again, my skills are pretty current. Of course I don't use anything like what I did when I was working, but skills are skills, the next time around I want to do something that I enjoy, not something that I am good at. Well, actually a bit of both would be good. Or else I wouldn't make enough money for it to be worth it. I'm not saying I'm bored or that I'm going back to work, but it's nice to have options. I hate when you don't have any options. Today I have choices... some of you may know the rest of that phrase, so it's kinda like an inside joke ya know?

Anyway..Happy Friday. Honey got home early today and is napping, if I nap with him I will be up all night or out for the count till tomorrow at noon. So, since I can't clean with him sleeping and today is my normal shop for me day, but I don't feel like shopping (Accck..I really haven't recovered from the hospital, now have I?) I'll be surfing and posting aimlessly.

It's been awhile- so here is a goofy self-portrait..

Why?!

I made fried green tomatos tonight. They don't even sound good. Like fried dill pickles which are mmm shall we say different? So honey's garden is overflowing, we are picking and giving away as fast as we can. I've been eating all types of cherry and grape tomatoes for a month or two (every day). Now the biggun's are huge and green on the vine and there are tons. Though the ones we picked yesterday turned red overnight in a paper bag under the hood light of the stove. There was one green one left so I bought panko bread crumbs, those are the japanese ones and are shaped like flaked fish food, very thin and confetti like. They came out pretty good, edible with a slight chance of craving them again. Too much trouble to really make often, and way too much oil being used to eat very often. Mom's reaction? Why, aren't you a Southern Chick? I wonder if I can still scale and filet a fish? I know I can put a live minnow on a hook while it's squirming, the wimpy guy I was with wouldn't or couldn't do it, but wanted to be fishing.. that day I released everything I caught though. I wouldn't eat Florida Swamp Fish for anything. I don't care what they are called..

Peace and bacon grease!

TTQ

Geek Streak At Geek Prom Ends Badly

Geek prom nude boy meets officer killjoy

Cursing a blue streak

by CP Staff May 23, 2007

St. Paul, Minnesota

After a victor had been declared in the spaz-dancing competition and the Geek King and Queen had been crowned, it was time for one of the unofficial traditions of the Geek Prom: the Geek Streak. And so on May 12, at the Science Museum in St. Paul, a group of friends dutifully disrobed in the bathroom and prepared to give the crowd a lesson in velocity and human anatomy.

As U of M-Duluth geology graduate student Irvin Mossberger explains, "We ran out naked, ran up onto the stage, out of the main room, through an exhibit. When we ran back into the room, a policeman was at the doorway."

Mossberger remembers seeing something like a can of Off in the officer's hand, and feeling a sensation of wetness hit him as he flew past the cop. "I didn't know what he did—a few of us thought at first it was some sort of tracking dye."

But when the streakers got back into the men's room, the situation became clear. "Dude, I think he pepper-sprayed us," Mossberger remembers hearing a cohort exclaim. Arms and stomachs began to smart. Then St. Paul officers Tracie McHarg and Genaro Valentin, who had been acting as security for the alt-dork dance, ticketed the men for indecent exposure, a misdemeanor punishable by up to 90 days in jail.

Neither officer responded to City Pages' requests for comment.

Egg Heads Rule

These little egg cups come with a suction cup..I guess so when you eat your soft boiled egg it doesn't slide anywhere. But I like the way they are used on the model whose name is Phrank..hmm like prank? He sure can arch his eyebrow, well done Phrank!

Here is a link to the site Egg Cups and Blingy Band-Aids

There is some pretty cool stuff there..

Faith In Humanity

A few blog posts ago, I offered to give away templates designed by me. A few brave bloggers took me up on the offer, two are complete, one is still being tweaked. I haven't felt this sense of accomplishment in a long time. It was nice to do something for someone else just for the fun of it. My payment request was simply "Pay it Forward". My husband is astounded by the whole thing. I have my friends who live in this box called a computer, and I have friends in real life. It's a win-win situation if you ask me. My box friends are just as important as my inner circle real life friends. Where else could someone who suffers from bouts of social anxiety, be free to be themselves than those two groups? So short and sweet, I would make that offer again, it has been wonderful getting to know the real people behind the blogs. I learned alot and am totally blown away.

The Purpose Of Dogs Is What??

My dogs have been a handlful today. They locked me out of the door we use as a front door, the real front door is bolted and keyed lock, but we don't have a key and the bar was across the door. The back door may or may not have been locked, that is the door they use to go outside to the fenced in yard and I open and shut it many times a day and night. So the door we use is a sliding glass door, they managed to roll the steel pipe into the track which is what we use at night to keep unwanted people out. During the day, the rod is left out. With the rod in place the door will open maybe 22 inches, so I turned to one side and decided to try to slip and shimmy in after dropping my grocery bags. The dogs are watching me...I get my right hip and right shoulder in and start to twist, my boob does not want to fit ..okay..am I gonna get stuck midway through? That would be embarrasing..so I manage to flatten my boob (painfully) enough to get one through, then my shirt gets hung up on something..great one boob, one hip and one shoulder in and I'm hung up by my shirt. I still have to get my left boob in and I'm home free. One...Two....Three...

suck, squeeze, and shimmy! I'm in!

I'm starving and I fed the dogs before I went shopping so I decided to make a salad then go empty the dishwasher. I finish with my salad , and somehow manage to step on the small food bowl..and get this! It slids under my foot like a skateboard and I'm riding it..with one leg firmly stuck on the kitchen floor. Great, I'm gonna break a friggin leg, dammit. I managed to grab onto the counter before going down and avert any unneccessary trips to the ER. Okay that's it the dogs are going out before I empty the dishwasher, I just can't handle them being under my feet anymore...out they go..wait..only one will go...Doberman out, Beagle in. Screw it, the Beagle is just going to curl up in his bed and be good. I finish with the dishes and sit down to check e-mails and blogs..doberman is fine, I can hear his collar and tags jingling as he plays outside. Until..he starts barking, apparently nobody is allowed to walk in front of our house even if it's across the street, the barking isn't too bad yet..ok now it's a bit much..and the Beagle decides he should bark..he hardly ever barks, thank god. Have you ever heard a Beagle bay? He stands in front of his bed and starts baying, that is loud , my chair is two feet away from him. The only way to get him to stop is to make the other one stop, so the Dobie's outside time is cut short since he is making a racket and as long as he keeps barking the Beagle will too, and I really do like my neighbors.... Honey isn't coming home from work till 6, Honey usually gets home at 3:30. Great these guys are all mine for another hour. Luckily the Beagle has gone back to bed and the Doberman is somewhere being quiet, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. I'm gonna let it ride and see what happens.

***THIS IS NOT MY BEAGLE IN THE CLIP****
Every Beagle has a distincive bay, and they love to SING. My beagle sings in bed when getting his ears scratched or his belly scratched.

Looking for a good prick

So I'm thinking that I should try acupuncture..I'm stressed because I'm sick and I'm sick because I'm stressed. I need a good long soak in a hot tub, a long massage and an acupuncture session. That should at least loosen my muscles and relieve some tension. I wanna be a pinhead. I need some mind clarification, I've lost my zip.

Gabba Gabba Hey! - The Ramones, Pinhead

WTF? When did I get old?

Do I look middle age to you? Do I write middle age to you? Do I think like a middle ager? Do I act like a middle aged person? The bastards at the hospital described upon my arrival to being admitted that I was a middle age woman! Can I sue? For god's sake I'm freaking 33 29!

This is so unfair! They really hurt my tender little feelings. Don't they know how sensitive I am upon my vanity?! I am so getting new boobs before I hit 39 and maybe a pump of botox on my bitch line in the middle of my forehead! I don't tan and I live in Florida, I may have a few grey hairs..mostly I pluck them out..my chin is plucked, my upper lip is waxed, and my eyebrows are too. Okay so I was sick, and pale..that is no excuse to call me a middle aged woman! I get carded for buying ciggarettes and you only have to be 18! Seriously. I am going to have to go have something done to me... cosmetically to get me out of this funk now. But when you get described as middle aged where do you start? Fuckers.

"Bud Bundy" gets busted for having "Bud"

Aww another child start gets drunk and gets caught with drugs, goes to jail. David Faustino (33) who played Bud Bundy on "Married With Children" was picked up on the street with his ex-wife after they admitted to drinking while seen arguing in a silver car. The cops later found about of gram of pot on Faustino. He was released later in the day. Oddly enough he looks like a boss I once had. Weird, cause he's about 15 years younger than my boss was.. life in the fast lane of New Smyrna Beach, Florida.

Have A Lunatic Design Your Termplate

Soooo..it's almost my blog birthday, and my first wedding anniversary..I am feeling extremely generous these days. So I'm thinking..what can I do to commemorate a hobby I stuck with for a year, oh and not to mention the Hubby that I also stuck with for a year. So Swishy was giving out a Grey's CD Mix..me I'm thinking that I will design (umm yah, I guess you could say design) a blog for someone. Since I haven't been sleeping well again, I'm up all hours of the night and not tired. Here's the kicker...the coding of the template is very soothing..I would change my blog, but I like it the way it is now. Even though it doesn't show my full capabilities.

So if you want a chance to win a design template just for you. Leave a comment and maybe an idea. Just a simple abstract idea I can run with. How brave are you???

Grey's Anatomy's Izzy Stevens is a Trapeze Artist

Katherine Heigl is no doubt a beautiful woman as Izzy on Grey's Anatomy, sometimes I like her, sometimes I don't . Its the character I don't care for at times, not the real Katherine Heigl on whom I have no real opinion of ...YET. She is going to be on the cover of Allure Magazine for June 2007. The pictorial will feature her as a trapeze artist. Hopefully there will be more on the real Katherine Heigl in it as well. Is she just another pretty face or not???

Dude, You Are So Doomed

Okay, so Honey took me out yesterday because I swear I was getting cabin fever. I picked Target, World Market and Bed, Bath and Beyond. We are at Target, where you can buy everything from a Coach purse to motor oil. We bought a cheesecake for today's dinner (they carry The Cheesecake Factory Cheesecakes in the freezer section, which is good because otherwise we would have to leave the beach and go to Orlando to get one). So I move on to greeting cards, it's a effin zoo. But I manage to slip into a spot and pick out a couple, when I see this absolutely gorgeous little blonde girl in a white eyelet sundress standing in a cart. I go back to Honey, tug on his shirt and tell him to look at her. She is like a doll, my heart strings are being pulled. Honey points out something else is in the cart with her. It's a Swifter squirting WetJet Mop, or whatever they are called. So? I ask. Honey points out the girl is ALONE with her daddy, while DADDY picks out a Mother's Day card. It appears that this guy is going to give his wife, the mother of that adorable breathtaking girl a Swifter Wetjet for Mother's Day. Uh-Oh. Yeah, big Uh-oh. Honey wants to know if he should go warn the guy that he is a dead man if he brings that home to his wife. I dare him. Then double dog dare him to tell the guy. Honey won't do it. The guy looks like an asshole, he has board shorts on, a baseball hat backwards and looks... just that he looks like.... well like an asshole. You don't buy your wife cleaning products for a present, except for maybe a Roomba, because those are actually fun too. But a mop? A bag of rags? A Chamois? Not even if she asks for it. This is my Honey explaining this to me, like I need him to do that, but yeah I fall more in love with my honey knowing he is never going to do that to me. I chime in that you don't buy a treadmill, a stairmaster, thighmaster, ab cruncher even with her asking for it in any way passing even if she is the most athletic girl in the world, for a present. Because nothing screams "Get your ass in shape before I leave you for a bimbo" like exercise equipment on Christmas or any other gift giving holiday. The same way cleaning products scream "You don't keep the house clean enough for me toots". Nice huh? So yeah, that guy he's gotta be dead by now. And that poor little girl has no daddy anymore. So how was your Mother's Day? Do you feel like Lara Croft in Tomb Raider (Doom Series) and ready to kick some ass or do you feel like a queen? And if you have no kids...did you go out and laugh at husbands trying to shop?

Kissy Kissy Fishy Fishy!

YIKES!!

I've just been reading some of the comments I made on other peoples blogs and well, my own blog too. Sorry guys! It all seemed to make sense when I wrote it..I'm not back up to par yet. I have the attention span of a gnat right now. Oh look something shiny! I've decided that I'm done blogging about sick times, I'm all better. I told my husband that too, I AM NOT SICK. All the damn Doctors are wrong. I've decided. That's it.

Hopsical

I love One flew Over the Cooko's Nest, Grey's Anatomy and it's new spinoff..but I hate being in the hospital. I wasn't near the nurse's station though. I think that makes a huge difference....than and the lack of any type of McSteamy or McHotties..

As my beagle calls it..Mommy went to the hopsical. Monday I was feeling really bad and Honey called to say good morning and asked if I was ok, I told him what was going on and he said sit tight I'm coming home. He then called my SIL who lives a few blocks away and my mom, so all three were rushing to get here. SIL got here and took one look at me and said lets go.. my response NO! I'm fine, I hate the "hopsical". No TTQ, you aren't..so off to the emergency room, yuck. It's been three years since I had to go to the emergency room. Dr's , yes, hospitals for tests, yes..emergency rooms I had managed to avoid after three years. This complication came on so fast I didn't know what the hell was going on. So, that's where I've been..I got out yesterday, which is good because my roomate was horrible. I'm glad to be home..I'm still groggy and confused but doing 10 times better. Honey took the week off to help and visit, so that is good. He's learning that a stay at home wife isn't all fun and games. The laundry is backing up, our office is a mess, and he has to go the grocery store everyday because he keeps forgetting stuff. He also has to help me take my medicines because I take so much of it and my memory is a mess and will be until this clears up. I get frustrated when I can't remember how to do something on my own. One day was so bad,I didn't know my own phone number, and couldn't figure out how to use a phone. When they asked me how old I was I said they wrong age. How many fingers held up? Got that wrong. And if you didn't know this isn't 1997 or 2008 which were my answers. My husband asked how old he was I told him 34. Very frustrating, so I broke down in tears, just as the nurse was coming in..she decided to give me a tranquilizer..to be continued...

Mommy got a new pair of Shoes!

It's my his Birthday! It's my his Birthday!he I got a laptop,he I got a laptop! Mommy loves!!!!!!!

Seriously it's Honey's Birthday and we went with a couple of friends to the big champagne brunch, didn't drink champagne..Starbucks instead. Went swimming in the pool with waterfalls, sat in the hot tub, and bought mommy a new laptop! Yay! Now I'm waiting on my new lap top to start up for the first time and it said it may take 25 mins..grrrr! I want it right now! I wasn't allowed to buy Honey anything..he made me double promise I would't, then we stopped at Circuit City and he said we aren't leaving till you get a laptop..I had been looking at them for a few weeks now..and voila! I got one ! *gleeful clapping *Yay!

David Hasselhoff likes Whoppers (Burgers) off the floor

I don't think David Hasselhoff not only likes a greasy burger, but he doesn't mind them off the floor. How the hell does he keep in shape with all the booze and burgers? Seriously. I want to know. I feel bad for the 16 year old daughter and nice try of an intervention, but telling him he can't have any more booze or he will be fired tomorrow, isn't going to keep him sober. Party On David! You will have plenty of time to do it after you are fired and your kids won't speak to you anymore.

Throwing Myself To the Sharks

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that most of you could care less what's in a Whopper, you know it's bad for you but you love it anyways. And always will. I'm neurotic sometimes (ok most of the time) about food. Maybe because after a accident involving a bike and a car (I was on the bike) I hit #'s on the scale I didn't know even existed. So after the non-walking cast was removed and the staples plucked out of it, I had one ankle consisting of titanium. I had to learn to walk all over again. That sucked, and when I did I favored one side so much I squished a vertebrae so bad that I had to have a double laminectomy and microdiscectomy. So bed rest again..then well then I fat. And it sucked. I was miserable. And so on..then I got sick and lost a large portion of the weight while in the hospital and probably before, I dunno it's all pretty hazy..
And now I have 15 (maybe 20) to get off me, the Doc says 10, but I know my body and I know when I look good versus great and 20lbs is a happy smaller me. A Mini-Me. So when you have a mother who can be pretty vain about her daughter, maybe because I'm the only one in town, well that sucks too. I'm willing to bet she doesn't ask my sisters how much they weigh or what size they are or if they went to the gym TODAY, and what did the Dr say today... AND I'm really throwing myself out to the sharks here, she most certainly does not tell them they have a F!@#$% Muffin Top! I'm not ragging out on my mom here, I'm just saying that what she says ..well it hits me a bit lower than if a stranger said that stuff.

**comment now or forever hold your peace..this post will self-destruct within the next 24 hours, hell maybe even an hour..

** In the meantime, I'm enjoying Tori Amos's new album..American Doll Possee