This song must have been written under the influence of lots and lots of pot. It freaks me out. And the show comes on just before Sesame Street - which Peanut loves...So, if one day my sanity is completely gone...You'll know what happened...It's really disturbing, y'all...
"Hey, give me another Nicotine patch. I think I still got some room on my butt...." Crusty the Clown...
28 September, 2006
27 September, 2006
I am really not this angry...I promise...
Hey, guess what!
My soon-to-be-lawyer is also my baby daddy. It might be the only thing that Anna Nichole and I ever have in common - if I believed that Anna Nichole's lawyer was really her baby daddy. I think that they are saying that just to get that freak of nature who had a "relationship" with her off of her back. She might want to come back to the USA at some point...
I am going to "baby-cise." That's where I use my child as a weight to get some serious bulk in my arms...Poor Peanut.
Wow - Rachel Ray is very loud. But I still like her. Weird.
I think that my weird, loud neighbors actually named the devil that is disguised as a dog "baby girl." Because they keep yelling for her. And it makes me want to punch them. I do not like having neighbors. I need a wall around my 2000 acres one day. No neighbors. Unless I have really awesome neighbors. But I have bad neighbor luck. At least they aren't yelling drunk outside of my bedroom window...
The guy on the news is bringing me good news. (Step onto soap box now...) Our city's wonderful politicians are actually doing something right. They are thinking about banning smoking in restaurants...and bars, which is just weird. But I like it. I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE cigarrette smoke. It smells gross. And I feel like I am being smothered when I am in a smoky room. I hate eating at California Dreaming because you always have one smoke stack who puffs away and fouls up the whole restaurant. I don't want my baby around that crap. So I hope that they do ban it. Oh, yeah, I also hate cigars, pipes, hookahs (especially hookahs - I have only smelled smoke from a hookah once outside of a hookah bar in Asheville and it made me want to vomit. It was completely disgusting and offensive and gross. Of course, I was pregnant...) I would rather stick my nose in a dirty diaper than smell smoke. I hate it when my neighbors smoke outside and the smell lingers in the air. I greatly dislike smoke.What people do in their own homes is completely their business. So - whatever...But, anytime that I can smell it...I hate it. It's rude. It's offensive. It's disgusting. There are people that I know - and love dearly - who smoke. But if we talked about this issue, I would have to express my opinion - maybe, in a much, much, much more polite way, of course. But only with some of the people that I love who smoke. Some of them I have already told straight out how I feel...Some of them only when I was teeny tiny...
Here's a funny story...
Back in my early college years - back when I still thought that guys just come over to you and start talking to you for no other reason than because they just wanted to be your friend...I had this guy come over to the bench where I was studying outside. And we started chit-chatting...And pretty soon - being the mature 18 year old I am sure he was - he asked me if I minded if he lit up a cigarrette. (I think he was trying to impress me.) I thought that he was being a sincere gentleman, who was concerned for my lung's health and my state of mind. (Cigarrette smoke makes me angry sometimes...) So I told him that I did, indeed, mind. I think that I shocked the crap out of him. He already had the lighter going to the cigarrette...And we only had about 5 minutes before class. So...he kind of started backing up, but was still talking to me. I can't remember if I started going off on the detrimental effects of cigarrette smoke - both to the smoker and to those around the smoker...I remember that I asked my mom if I had been rude when I went home. She laughed. And she started to say "yes." Then she thought about it. And said "no." And I totally agree with her, though some other's might not agree. He did ask - didn't he? (And, by the way, the guy did talk to me all semester. And on the day of the final exam, he asked me to go with him to an 18-year-old's dance club. A most unsavory place in my mind at the time...So I declined his invite. But my commentary on his rude habit did not - I am assuming - influence his opinion of me. So... here's a sudden revelation...Maybe smokers don't think that smoking is rude. And if we told them, then they would respect that. Hmmmm....Somehow, I don't think that that would work on all smokers. The guy on the TV who is 100% against the ban shows me that...)
(Step off of soapbox...now...)
My soon-to-be-lawyer is also my baby daddy. It might be the only thing that Anna Nichole and I ever have in common - if I believed that Anna Nichole's lawyer was really her baby daddy. I think that they are saying that just to get that freak of nature who had a "relationship" with her off of her back. She might want to come back to the USA at some point...
I am going to "baby-cise." That's where I use my child as a weight to get some serious bulk in my arms...Poor Peanut.
Wow - Rachel Ray is very loud. But I still like her. Weird.
I think that my weird, loud neighbors actually named the devil that is disguised as a dog "baby girl." Because they keep yelling for her. And it makes me want to punch them. I do not like having neighbors. I need a wall around my 2000 acres one day. No neighbors. Unless I have really awesome neighbors. But I have bad neighbor luck. At least they aren't yelling drunk outside of my bedroom window...
The guy on the news is bringing me good news. (Step onto soap box now...) Our city's wonderful politicians are actually doing something right. They are thinking about banning smoking in restaurants...and bars, which is just weird. But I like it. I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE cigarrette smoke. It smells gross. And I feel like I am being smothered when I am in a smoky room. I hate eating at California Dreaming because you always have one smoke stack who puffs away and fouls up the whole restaurant. I don't want my baby around that crap. So I hope that they do ban it. Oh, yeah, I also hate cigars, pipes, hookahs (especially hookahs - I have only smelled smoke from a hookah once outside of a hookah bar in Asheville and it made me want to vomit. It was completely disgusting and offensive and gross. Of course, I was pregnant...) I would rather stick my nose in a dirty diaper than smell smoke. I hate it when my neighbors smoke outside and the smell lingers in the air. I greatly dislike smoke.What people do in their own homes is completely their business. So - whatever...But, anytime that I can smell it...I hate it. It's rude. It's offensive. It's disgusting. There are people that I know - and love dearly - who smoke. But if we talked about this issue, I would have to express my opinion - maybe, in a much, much, much more polite way, of course. But only with some of the people that I love who smoke. Some of them I have already told straight out how I feel...Some of them only when I was teeny tiny...
Here's a funny story...
Back in my early college years - back when I still thought that guys just come over to you and start talking to you for no other reason than because they just wanted to be your friend...I had this guy come over to the bench where I was studying outside. And we started chit-chatting...And pretty soon - being the mature 18 year old I am sure he was - he asked me if I minded if he lit up a cigarrette. (I think he was trying to impress me.) I thought that he was being a sincere gentleman, who was concerned for my lung's health and my state of mind. (Cigarrette smoke makes me angry sometimes...) So I told him that I did, indeed, mind. I think that I shocked the crap out of him. He already had the lighter going to the cigarrette...And we only had about 5 minutes before class. So...he kind of started backing up, but was still talking to me. I can't remember if I started going off on the detrimental effects of cigarrette smoke - both to the smoker and to those around the smoker...I remember that I asked my mom if I had been rude when I went home. She laughed. And she started to say "yes." Then she thought about it. And said "no." And I totally agree with her, though some other's might not agree. He did ask - didn't he? (And, by the way, the guy did talk to me all semester. And on the day of the final exam, he asked me to go with him to an 18-year-old's dance club. A most unsavory place in my mind at the time...So I declined his invite. But my commentary on his rude habit did not - I am assuming - influence his opinion of me. So... here's a sudden revelation...Maybe smokers don't think that smoking is rude. And if we told them, then they would respect that. Hmmmm....Somehow, I don't think that that would work on all smokers. The guy on the TV who is 100% against the ban shows me that...)
(Step off of soapbox...now...)
26 September, 2006
Today, I would like to slap...
Is it just me - or do the Clintons' just make you want to upchuck your cookies? Has anyone else been following that little Clinton interview story where he emphatically defended his stance on terror...Did he have one?
Read this.
Condy - didn't your mama ever tell you, "When you hear nothing, say nothing." I think that's a great saying. Sometimes it's just better to keep your mouth shut. But, instead, you wanted to play the five-year-old's game. Now - you just gave Senator Hillary Clinton the foothold to defend her neurotic, ignorant husband. Great going, baby...
And Hillary - Please!Your husband did a great job of demonstrating how a five-year old handles it when his daddy confronts him about the crack on the windshield of the car. Your husband is a big, whiny, perverted baby. And you would have left his heinie high and dry for your still secret lesbian lover - probably Rosie O'Donnell - if you hadn't seen that you could live out your Jackie O./Eleanor Roosevelt dreams when he philandered around on you during his governorship. Get a grip woman! You are one of those pushy, neurotic, rude, loud, overbearing women that I can't stand. Woman, thy name is "Satan."
People - I will make a confession. I have never voted before. It should be no secret that I don't like most politicians or the little games that they play. I don't trust them. I don't like the government. I think that the law is self-interested and easily used for personal gain by those in power. It's all just a matter of how well you know how to play the game. But...If Hillary runs for President - Well, just look for my big ol' booty to be registerin' to cast my vote agin' her.
On another topic, Did Jessica Simpson fire her stylist? She looks really awful lately. Hey! Maybe Nick really was her stylist! I heard gay guys have great fashion sense. Oh, yes! I did go there!
Watching Rachael Ray makes me feel Italian. But not hungry. What a great cooking show! But did you see the episode with the woman who was freaking out because she was having a dinner party for 7 people? Give me a break! I hope to feed more than that everynight around the family dinner table soon!
I think that our neighbors thought that I had left Hubby. During the time that he was taking the bar, we went out to dinner and back to the house so that I could pick up some things for the baby. And we had neighbors stop by who had never stopped by before - or since. And then last night, they asked me if I was working because they had not seen me around. And they said that they wondered what I was doing. I should have told them some elaborate story about how I left to live out my dreams of being a Vegas Showgirl, but missed Hubby too much. So he flew out to Vegas for a 48 hour trip to convince me to come back with him. And he lured me back with the promise of painting our kitchen. I should have made him promise to paint the bathrooms and the living room...and the dining room...
Hey! I am Super Mommy! I moved all of the furniture around all by myself yesterday! Woo Hoo for Girl Muscles!I think that this has inspired me to lift weights...someday. Maybe one day I will be a ripped muscle babe!!!
Read this.
Condy - didn't your mama ever tell you, "When you hear nothing, say nothing." I think that's a great saying. Sometimes it's just better to keep your mouth shut. But, instead, you wanted to play the five-year-old's game. Now - you just gave Senator Hillary Clinton the foothold to defend her neurotic, ignorant husband. Great going, baby...
And Hillary - Please!Your husband did a great job of demonstrating how a five-year old handles it when his daddy confronts him about the crack on the windshield of the car. Your husband is a big, whiny, perverted baby. And you would have left his heinie high and dry for your still secret lesbian lover - probably Rosie O'Donnell - if you hadn't seen that you could live out your Jackie O./Eleanor Roosevelt dreams when he philandered around on you during his governorship. Get a grip woman! You are one of those pushy, neurotic, rude, loud, overbearing women that I can't stand. Woman, thy name is "Satan."
People - I will make a confession. I have never voted before. It should be no secret that I don't like most politicians or the little games that they play. I don't trust them. I don't like the government. I think that the law is self-interested and easily used for personal gain by those in power. It's all just a matter of how well you know how to play the game. But...If Hillary runs for President - Well, just look for my big ol' booty to be registerin' to cast my vote agin' her.
On another topic, Did Jessica Simpson fire her stylist? She looks really awful lately. Hey! Maybe Nick really was her stylist! I heard gay guys have great fashion sense. Oh, yes! I did go there!
Watching Rachael Ray makes me feel Italian. But not hungry. What a great cooking show! But did you see the episode with the woman who was freaking out because she was having a dinner party for 7 people? Give me a break! I hope to feed more than that everynight around the family dinner table soon!
I think that our neighbors thought that I had left Hubby. During the time that he was taking the bar, we went out to dinner and back to the house so that I could pick up some things for the baby. And we had neighbors stop by who had never stopped by before - or since. And then last night, they asked me if I was working because they had not seen me around. And they said that they wondered what I was doing. I should have told them some elaborate story about how I left to live out my dreams of being a Vegas Showgirl, but missed Hubby too much. So he flew out to Vegas for a 48 hour trip to convince me to come back with him. And he lured me back with the promise of painting our kitchen. I should have made him promise to paint the bathrooms and the living room...and the dining room...
Hey! I am Super Mommy! I moved all of the furniture around all by myself yesterday! Woo Hoo for Girl Muscles!I think that this has inspired me to lift weights...someday. Maybe one day I will be a ripped muscle babe!!!
22 September, 2006
Flavored with 100% Pure Stupidity...
It's his choice, but did you ever hear the story about the guy putting the snake into his jacket? What a weird, weird thing to do.
It's kind of like - "Hey, children...Let's go play with that nice, friendly grizzly bear! Maybe it would like to go on vacation with us!" or..."Honey, let's adopt a serial killer who likes to rip the heads off of weird, stupid yuppies like us." or... "Hey, Bubba! Will you learn me that there game of Russian Roullette? I done put 6 new bullets in my gun."
The only thing saving his skinny white booty is the fact that millions of people all over the world worship the man...And even that may not be enough...
Oh, just read this.
It's kind of like - "Hey, children...Let's go play with that nice, friendly grizzly bear! Maybe it would like to go on vacation with us!" or..."Honey, let's adopt a serial killer who likes to rip the heads off of weird, stupid yuppies like us." or... "Hey, Bubba! Will you learn me that there game of Russian Roullette? I done put 6 new bullets in my gun."
The only thing saving his skinny white booty is the fact that millions of people all over the world worship the man...And even that may not be enough...
Oh, just read this.
21 September, 2006
This one's angry...
I want to punch Chavez in the nose. The only thing that he has going for him is a cool name. "Chavez" - without that name, he wouldn't even be worth his weight in decaying fecal matter - decaying camel, or is it monkey, terds. How the heck does he think that he can come here and insult my leader? When he picks the monkey terds out of his nose, maybe then he can smell anything. Sulfur my behind!!! He better get used to that smell. Oh, yes I did go there!!!!
Read this to see what I'm ranting about.
Read this to see what I'm ranting about.
My New Greeting for Everyone - "What's Up, Baby?" ...Or - Yes, I am a geek.
I got inspired to blog today by Soft Scrub. Yep. I like it. Go look here.
I used to hate it. It does leave a scratchy, white coating on surfaces. But...It is a wonderful cleaner. I will mop my floors with it today. It works great if you mop tough spots with it first - then go back over with bleach. (By the way, I love, love, love the way that bleach smells...Sooooo clean!)
And...I like the commercial for soft scrub. Pink cabinets. A monkey slapping a man. And a cute kitty. Great commercial.
Look here for the great commercial!!!!
Have you ever thought about how weird the word "there" is? I fell asleep thinking about that last night. And dreamed about a skunk, which I kept calling a "pole cat" in my dream. Isn't that bizarre? (I like the word "bizarre." It just has a neat sound to it.) And "there" isn't pronounced at all the way that it is spelled. It is pronounced more like "thay-ur" - only really quickly. Maybe more like "thayur." Not "theer" or "ther" or "theeree." So why don't we spell it "thayer." Weird, huh?
I was sooooo happy yesterday that I cried. I was just driving to my parent's house...with Mick in his little car seat - we had just gone to Wallie World, where my little boy just cooed and smiled in my arms...We got to see a talking grill that freaked us out...And I was just soooo happy. I was just thinking about how good God is....And how blessed I am...And how much I love my Hubby and my little boy...And I couldn't help having tears in my eyes. I love my life!!!!
I really want to make a chocolate cheesecake. But I have to have other people eat it. I can't have cheesecake on my diet. But I want to make one.
OOOOOOHHHHH! I want hot pickles and ketchup!!! Yum!!! Not really the Mickey D's hamburger - just the hot pickles and ketchup...
GREEK FEST on Friday!!! Yahooo!!! I love Greek food! Spanokopita! Gyros! Lamb! Opa! Bring on the baklava, baby!!!
I miss my Hubby...I can't wait until Saturday!
Baba ganoush (did I spell that correctly?) and Damascus bread would be wonderful right now. I should probably go eat something...I have food on the brain.
It is cold. Fall is definitely here. Think about it...Cold mornings ( great for snuggling with baby!), Greek Fest, wonderful hazelnut coffee, and beautiful, sunny clear skies that can only be that clear when the air is crisp...Fall is here!!! Hello, Fall!!!!
Today is the day that Hugo visited Chucktown back in '89. I was eight years old. That was the first - and the last - time that I played stupid to get a little boy's attention. I pretendI wied that I didn't know what a hurricane was so that he would have to spend his whole recess explaining it to me. He was the brainy type. And I quickly tired of his boring talk...
My feet are freezing!!!!I will go clean in order to warm myself up. I am going to try to run today when baby wakes up from his nap. What a great day to run!!!!
I used to hate it. It does leave a scratchy, white coating on surfaces. But...It is a wonderful cleaner. I will mop my floors with it today. It works great if you mop tough spots with it first - then go back over with bleach. (By the way, I love, love, love the way that bleach smells...Sooooo clean!)
And...I like the commercial for soft scrub. Pink cabinets. A monkey slapping a man. And a cute kitty. Great commercial.
Look here for the great commercial!!!!
Have you ever thought about how weird the word "there" is? I fell asleep thinking about that last night. And dreamed about a skunk, which I kept calling a "pole cat" in my dream. Isn't that bizarre? (I like the word "bizarre." It just has a neat sound to it.) And "there" isn't pronounced at all the way that it is spelled. It is pronounced more like "thay-ur" - only really quickly. Maybe more like "thayur." Not "theer" or "ther" or "theeree." So why don't we spell it "thayer." Weird, huh?
I was sooooo happy yesterday that I cried. I was just driving to my parent's house...with Mick in his little car seat - we had just gone to Wallie World, where my little boy just cooed and smiled in my arms...We got to see a talking grill that freaked us out...And I was just soooo happy. I was just thinking about how good God is....And how blessed I am...And how much I love my Hubby and my little boy...And I couldn't help having tears in my eyes. I love my life!!!!
I really want to make a chocolate cheesecake. But I have to have other people eat it. I can't have cheesecake on my diet. But I want to make one.
OOOOOOHHHHH! I want hot pickles and ketchup!!! Yum!!! Not really the Mickey D's hamburger - just the hot pickles and ketchup...
GREEK FEST on Friday!!! Yahooo!!! I love Greek food! Spanokopita! Gyros! Lamb! Opa! Bring on the baklava, baby!!!
I miss my Hubby...I can't wait until Saturday!
Baba ganoush (did I spell that correctly?) and Damascus bread would be wonderful right now. I should probably go eat something...I have food on the brain.
It is cold. Fall is definitely here. Think about it...Cold mornings ( great for snuggling with baby!), Greek Fest, wonderful hazelnut coffee, and beautiful, sunny clear skies that can only be that clear when the air is crisp...Fall is here!!! Hello, Fall!!!!
Today is the day that Hugo visited Chucktown back in '89. I was eight years old. That was the first - and the last - time that I played stupid to get a little boy's attention. I pretendI wied that I didn't know what a hurricane was so that he would have to spend his whole recess explaining it to me. He was the brainy type. And I quickly tired of his boring talk...
My feet are freezing!!!!I will go clean in order to warm myself up. I am going to try to run today when baby wakes up from his nap. What a great day to run!!!!
19 September, 2006
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