Trans Fat Figure

How the hell is the state government finding it acceptable to ban french fries!!! Wtf!?!
It's not like 2nd hand smoke where non smokers are exposed. If I choose to cruise by the Krispy Kreme for a dozen of the ohhh sooo delicious glazed originals, whose damn business is it if it's going to kill me or not.
Next the government will be deciding what job you are born into and how many children you can have.

Sounds familiar....I am not sure why though...*dripping sarcasm*.

Withdrawel

For some reason I can not view my blog. I can still post and edit and all that...but I can't see it! WTF! I have emailed blogger, but no response thus far. Can anyone help? I feel so cold and empty inside without my blog....*sniff,sob*

Those who would give up Essential Liberty to purchase a little Temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.

-Benjamin Franklin

A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed

-Second Amendment to the United States Constitution

"Laws that forbid the carrying of arms. . . disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes. . . Such laws make things worse for the assaulted and better for the assailants; they serve rather to encourage than to prevent homicides, for an unarmed man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed man." -- Thomas Jefferson, Commonplace Book, 1774-1776

Early morning thoughts

Here it is early in the am and well, as you can see, I am awake. I have already done some house work and I have sat her in my comfy leather chair watching the fish swim back and forth.

I wonder if my fish are happy in their newer tank. I worry that my guppies in the old tank are going to have babies and I'll be asleep or not here and that they will at them all before any can be saved.

I also am worried about poor Theodore. His paw is infected again. He is a bear when it comes to trying to examine or clean it. Luckily we realized he was in pain on Thursday and contacted the vet for more antibiotics before the weekend started. I am generally opposed to declawing a cat, but I think we will have this problem paw decalwed, but none of the others. I hate people who say,"My cats have no claw so they won't mess up my furniture." Your cats have claws for a reason you dumb ass! I worked with a girl like that. URGHHH!

I am thinking of the things I want change for Rosh Hashanah. I think I might try patience. It is a virtue, but I don't think that it is one that I have. Especially when it comes to family and friends. I don't know why.
I know that another of my faults is that I am selfish. Plain and simple. Selfish. I'm gonna' work on that too.

Well, I think I might have some breakfast and take a nap. I want to take the telescope out tonight, but I am unsure of the weather forecast. Telescoping the night sky requires patience and unselfishness. The sky is gonna do what the sky wants to. Nothing I can do about it but wait and share some conversation with my favorite person in the world.

Because I am Jew-ish

The upcoming event of Rosh Hashanah made me want to share information with everyone. Your grey matter will grow, I promise it will. I am not a Jew. I am merely a gentile trying to become closer with G-d. So, that makes me Jew-ish.

Source:http://www.everythingjewish.com/default.htm
By: Amy J. Kramer

Rosh Hashanah, which literally means the head of the year, commemorates the anniversary of the creation of the world. It is celebrated on the first and second days of the seventh Hebrew month, Tishri. Depending on the solar calendar, Rosh Hashanah occurs in September or October.
Rosh Hashanah, when all living things are judged, is often referred to as the beginning of the Jewish New Year. However, the Hebrew month of Nissan, in which Passover is celebrated, is the first month of the Jewish calendar.

Rosh Hashanah is actually only one of four symbolic Jewish new year celebrations. The Talmud identifies these as:
Nisan: The Hebrew month of Passover marks the birth of the Jews as a free nation. It was also the symbolic new year day for kings.
Elul: The Hebrew month preceding Rosh Hashanah was the symbolic new year for tithing animals, an ancient form of giving tzedakah, or charity;
Shevat: The Hebrew month of the holiday, Tu Bishvat, was the symbolic new year for trees.
Tishri: The Hebrew month of Rosh Hashanah, was the symbolic anniversary of the creation of the world.

The commandment to observe Rosh Hashanah is found in the second and third books of the Torah, the five books of Moses:
In the seventh month, in the first day of the month, shall be a solemn rest unto you, a memorial proclaimed with the blast of horns, a holy convocation... and you shall bring an offering made by fire unto the Lord. Leviticus 23:24-5
In the seventh month, on the first day of the month, you shall observe a holy day; you shall not work at your occupations. You shall observe it as a day when the shofar is trumpeted. Numbers 29:1
The first two days of Tishri were not called Rosh Hashanah until Talmudic times. Jewish leaders of the day may have been reluctant to promote large celebrations around a fall new year because moon festivals were common among pagan religions. Many Near Eastern religions, for example, celebrated divine coronation festivals in the Fall.
By the fourth century, B.C.E., when the Jews returned from Babylonian exile to build the second temple, Rosh Hashanah was well established. By the time of the Mishnah, the codification of Jewish oral traditon, Rosh Hashanah had developed a more serious tone. Now, having suffered the loss of the second temple, Rosh Hashanah emphisized the anniversary of creation, and of G-d as judge, dispensing mercy or justice to those who do or do not repent their sins.
The Torah refers to Rosh Hashanah as Yom Teruah, the day of sounding the shofar, the traditional ram's horn. It is also called Yom Ha'Din, the day of judgement as well as Yom Hazikaron, the day of remembering. Yom Hazikaron is a reference to the patriarch Abraham who offered his only son, Isaac, to G-d as proof of his obedience. As the result of his readiness to sacrifice Isaac, G-d caused a ram to appear and be killed instead. According to Jewish tradition, this sacrifice is believed to have occurred the first of Tishri.
Today, aside from liturgical additions and literary interpretations made by poets during the Middle Ages, the customs, traditions, mood and spirit of Rosh Hashanah remain basically unchanged.

Rosh Hashanah, continued:
Origins Religious Meaning Laws & Customs Heroes & Villains Family Fun

Ending Again

Now once again my friends we find ourselves at the end of another weekend. So sad. I spent the better part of it not feeling well. I have a gigantic hematoma on my left arm after a brief stay in the ER receiving fluids for dehydration. They were very nice there and I was in and out very quickly. We live in a rural location so we were the only people at this ER. I do feel somewhat better.

I hope that everyone has a fantastic work week. Remember, if you can make it until Wednesday, it's all down hill after that!

Toy Envy

Ya' know, I see toys now and say, "hey, why didn't they have that when I was a kid?!?". The green eyed monster is a funny thing. I loved Barbie as a child and as a teen I collected the more pricey ones.

I never knew that I would see something so strange come from the Barbie empire. Check out Tanner Dog.
I will wait while you check it out.........







OMG! That is some funny shit! Pardon the pun!

Cartmanese

I have noticed that I like to talk like Cartman alot. I mean ALOT! I don't really know why I do it and of course it is only with friends. I think it is because they laugh their asses off when I do it. I have been in "denial" about this for a while, but when I had a former coworker come to me and say, "Talk like SouthPark", the jig was up.

So to honor my relatively recent realization, I found some snipits of the mighty Cartman.

Wax! Pluck! Moisturize!

I saw this on MSN today and thought I would share it with those who might have missed it. I totally agree with this, except #3. You do not have to spend $100.00 to get a good hair cut. High price does not equal a great haircut. It depends on the stylist. With that said...Enjoy!

Wax! Pluck! Moisturize!
By Bethany Lye

In a man's world, beauty is typically reserved for objects with four wheels, eight cylinders and the capacity to hit 60 mph in the space of a breath. In all other cases, men consider the word "beauty" as feminine as the tampon aisle.
The irony here is that men need a little beauty in their lives. Sure, the 'stache has made a comeback, but the unibrow was never in style. If women had their way, men everywhere would shave the calluses off their feet, slather Carmex on their lips and even pluck the long coils of hair from their toes. Oh, what a glorious day that would be.
If you really want to impress a woman, keep reading. Here are five beauty rituals (that's right, sports car not included) certain to add extra bonus points to your game.

1) Back Facial: Don't take off your shirt without it.
For men fortunate enough to escape the fuzzy back affliction, there's no reason to run shirtless just yet. "You may want to know what's behind you," says Heidi Lamar, owner of the Lamar Everyday Spa [www.thelamar.com] in Scottsdale, Ariz. "Exercise, sweat and chaffing clothing often leave guys with acne, black heads and dry scaly backs." To banish unsightly blemishes, Lamar's technicians perform extractions (i.e., clear clogged pores) and treat backs to a cleanser, exfoliation, mask triple-play, followed by a deep moisturizing massage. "This treatment will give your neglected back the attention it craves," says Lamar, "and even improve your chances of getting spooned later."

2) Hair-Free Hearing: Nothing screams "old man" like ear hair.We can tolerate wrinkled shirts and brown socks with black dress shoes, but we will not—we will never ever ever—tolerate long spindly hairs growing on or inside your ears. Ewww. "Men look like wolves with their hair growing there," says Joanna Czech of Sava Spa [www.savapsa.com] in New York City. Czech readily admits to pouring hot wax in her husband's ears every now and then to strip the surface clean. In fact, "we wax whoever we can grab," says Czech. "We hate hairy ears." But the road to bald lobes ain't pretty; some men complain of the sting and even describe a pounding in their ears post-treatment. "Depending on a man's tolerance for pain, we either give them lavender cooling lotion or ice afterwards," says Czech. Hey, nobody said beauty came easy.
P.S. While you're at it, men. Trim "down there," too. Cut back the Amazon with a pair of haircutting shears and a disposable razor, and we'll worship you like a God.


3) A Good Haircut: It's time to say goodbye to Fast Freddy and the $5 cut.
There are several instances in life where faster doesn't mean better, and this is one of them. Any salon promising a quick cut has limitations—in the form of a bowl cut, a buzz or a trim. "You don't go out with women who are spending umpteen dollars on themselves and expect to compete," says Greg Savarese, co-owner of Club 316 Barber Spa [www.316barberspa.com], a men-only spa in Chicago. Men spend serious money on nice clothes, says Savarese, so why not complete the look? "If the haircut feels good and it looks good—it's certain to boost your confidence."


4) Moisturizer: When we rub our body against yours, we want it smooth.
Men love things "rough"—they think it's a reflection of their masculinity. The bigger the mountain, the higher the stakes, the more trash-talking involved—the sweeter the victory. Women can tolerate a man's desire to crush, shoot and destroy. Some even like their guy a little wild around the edges. But one thing that women cannot stand—no exceptions here—is when a man's skin is crusty and dry. Forget snagging the silk sheets or shedding scales in public, rough skin can have greater consequences. Women won't touch a man with sandpaper skin. The fix-it? Moisturizer. "Using a head to toe moisturizer does not make you less of a man," says Tony Sosnick, the founder of a skincare line Anthony Logistics for Men [www.anthony.com]. And if memories of your sister's floral-scented lotion makes you queasy: "Moisturizers for men actually smell, well, manly," says Sosnick. "So slather it on with no fear." The lady in your life will be pleasantly surprised.


5) Treat Your Feet: Hands aren't your only body part we check at hello.
"If a man has calluses and rough spots on his feet and he's going to be rubbing them up against a woman, that's not going to go over too well," says Jennifer Di Francesco, spa director of the Well Spa [www.miramonteresort] in Indian Wells, Calif. At the Well, pedicurists set to work in private rooms, filing down calluses and corns until they're perfectly smooth. Men emerge sans polish, but with their toenails buffed matte instead. "It's a very masculine treatment," adds Di Francesco. "We just wish more men in our lives would get it done."

Freelancer Bethany Lye specializes in health and human-interest topics, and she has written for
MSN.com, Health and People magazine.
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Already

Here it is 8 in the am and I am already pissed off!
This is why: no matter how much I try to sleep late on the weekends, my body invariable decides to wake up at 7-7:30. Then to make things worse, the love of my life leaves the alarm on from the previous morning. He does not turn it off before he leaves so it turns itself off. It of course comes back on again, Saturday at 7:45! *huff*

So I start my chores for the day, check the fasting glucose (70 thanks very much!), eat breakfast, and try to sneak a nap in before 11:00.

Somewhat dated, but still funny as hell!

Trying to Keep Up

One thing that I do not understand about people is the indecent acquisition of debt upon themselves. I learned my lesson quicker than others, and I am still paying for it.

Is it really necessary to buy a $250,000 home? A 50k to 100k would probably do the trick.
Plasma flat screens are great, but do we need them? Of course extravagant cars are also a sore spot for me. My hubby, as you all know, drives a vette. Now, I do enjoy the ability for open air motoring, but damn! Why do people need Hummers? (no,no, I understand the "necessity" for those hummers, but the GM product is what I am referring to here.) Do they wake up one day and say, " I think I want to go broke and help ruin the environment all in one turn of a key today!"?

I know that I have nice things, but I do not let them run me. I do not wake up everyday hoping to spend more money and further my noticability with my neighbors.

I watched a certain reality show the other night, ( I swear, it was only by accident!), and it made me realize how shallow people are. How needed they are when it comes to STUFF!

G-D commands that there be no worship of a golden calf.....
He doesn't always literally mean a golden calf.

Stunned

The World has suffered a great loss. I hated to hear of Steve Irwin's death. I was absolutely stunned! I always loved to watch his show.

Thank you Steve for all the learning and fun!

May peace be with his family and friends at this time.

Another Hair Cut

I went to have my hair trimmed up. I was a little gun, well, scissors shy, (ya' know, since last time I went I almost lost my left ear). It actually went smoothly. The one thing I don't understand is if I say, "do NOT use clippers or a razor, do NOT shave my hair except at my neck", why do they still do it? They always sneak it in. No matter who cuts my hair.

It is not exactly what I wanted, but I felt good about not losing a part of myself while in the hot seat.

The madness continues...

Ya' know, I truly am a sucker for a great tatoo...But DAMN! This just isn't one of those!!!! What was he thinking?
Why do people get things like this put on their body? Things like the caddy symbol and rolex...WTF?!?! Why would you "brand" yourself? I often wonder how these decisions are made...

Take Bubba and Red's convo. for instance...


B-Hey Red!
R-Yea Bubba?
B-Me and the old lady gonna go get us some ah them tatoos on our bellies after the swap meet. Ya' wanna come watch?
R-Yea, I reckon. Whatchall figure on gettin?
B-Well, I wanna Snakes On A Plane one. I think they're real cool. And Star wants to get the golden arches seeans how that's where we was married and all.


And I, my little blog friends, live among the Bubbas and Stars of the world on my sweet Sand Mountain!

Glass + Glass = Lots of Smaller Glass

This evening I decided to go to the grocery. I only picked up a few thing. Two things I will mention here because they are the only two that are pertinent here. First, a glass jar of jalapenos. Second, a glass jar of taco sauce.

Now, we all know that I am picky about how my groceries are bagged. Please see "Why Won't You Lettuce Be ", if you have any questions.

The same dumbass (the star of the above mentioned blog post) bagged my two glass jars together. Why do baggers do this crap? I think it might be a conspiracy! Urrrrrgh! It kills me. Use some common sense! Bastards!

In the lab, I would never, ever store two glass bottles in the same bag. Something might blow up! Ya' never know...

Checkin' In

Alrighty then...I know that I took the easy way out last night using the 2 and 1/2 men, but hey, how I am I supposed to blog and watch one of my fav shows! I am not a multitasker. Sorry.

So tonight I came home and started some jewelry orders. I like to do that because it completely takes my mind off of everything. It is almost like therapy. My husbands therapy is his car. So, I gotta have something of my own. People are starting to order for the holidays so I will have to start spending less and less time blogging and more time working for Byer Jewelry. They say you work harder for yourself than anyone. I think it's true!

Well, talk at ya' later! Have a happy hump day! :0)

My Favorites on Monday Night Television

TWO AND A HALF MEN is a comedy about men, women, sex, dating, divorce, mothers, single parenthood, sibling relations, surrogate families, money and most importantly, love. In other words, it is a comedy about life--more specifically, the life of two brothers, a son/nephew and the many women who surround them all. Charlie Harper (Charlie Sheen) is a well-to-do bachelor with a house at the beach, a Mercedes in the garage and an easy way with women. His casual Malibu lifestyle is interrupted when his tightly wound brother, Alan (Jon Cryer), and Alan's son, Jake (Angus T. Jones), come to stay with him. Complicating matters further are Charlie's and Alan's narcissistic, emotionally toxic mother, Evelyn (Holland Taylor); Alan's deeply neurotic ex-wife, Judith (Marin Hinkle); Charlie's domineering, unapologetically blue-collar housekeeper, Berta (Conchata Ferrell); and Rose (Melanie Lynskey), a brilliantly manipulative and vaguely crazy neighbor who had a brief fling with Charlie, is obsessed with him, and is determined to stay in his life by whatever means necessary. Despite the complexities of their lives and their own strained relationship, Charlie and Alan have one thing in common--they both love Jake and want what's best for him. As a result, they manage to create a little family unit that promises to make each one of them a better man.

I love this show. It makes me laugh out loud when I'm watching it. If you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend it!

I Think I'm In Love

Right now I am doing the dishes. I am working so, so hard. That's right, blogging and washing the dishes as we speak.

Now, that can mean only one of two things;

Choice #1: There is a fantastic new kitchen sink that comes equipped with a monitor and "thought to key typing" capabilities.

-OR-

Choice #2: I finally took the plunge and bought a dishwasher. Ya' know after weeks and weeks of bitchin'.


Yes, ladies and gentleman I have bought a dishwasher. Now, contrary to popular belief, the DW is not a standard in all homes.

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Allow me to introduce you to the new Love of my life.

Hungry?

Why must all yummy foods be bad for us? I have just discovered my belove 1/3 lb burger has 1 million carbs, 2 million fats, and 15 million calories. Oh and the sodium! Of course I refer to the Hardees 1/3 lb bacon cheese burger and small curly fries. So good, but sooo bad! Damnit!

Road Rage

Do you ever just find yourself wishing you had something to throw at people when they act like dumb asses on the road? Well, I do not wish to cause bodily harm to these idiots that run about our fair city in their kamikaze fashion, but I only wish to spray motor oil on their windshields.

Now, as for some others who find themselves irritated behind the wheel, they just pull up next to the person who pisses them off, and they shoot at them. Just the other day this happened in Red Bank, TN. (Not too far from where I live.)

See below story:
Road rage on Interstate 24 Sunday sends bullets flying - and lands one man in jail. A official from the Tennessee Highway Patrol says 2 mini vans were traveling on I-24 near the Tracy City exit, when the passenger of one car pulled out a gun and fired at least three shots at the other mini van. One bullet struck the vehicle, which was carrying two 11-year-old boys. No one was hurt. The driver used his cell phone to call for help. T-H-P caught up with the suspect Alex Fider near the Kimball exit and took him into custody. Fider is currently at the Marion County Jail facing 3 charges of aggravated assault.


Now, I hear on other news stations that the accused party is also a physician. Guess what kind he is.....A shrink!

The reason why I have went off on this tangent is that, well, I have zero patience for people who drive like dumb asses. I had this happen to me on the way home and found myself profusely waving my "driving" finger!

Midweek update

Today went by ok. Here it is Tuesday, and I am
already wishing it were Friday. Tomorrow is hump-day, and it will be all down hill from there.
So, I got things I need to do around the house and so they are not sooooooo bad on Friday,I think I might give a whirl today.

BTW, before I forget, please stop by www.luvyourpets.blogspot.com

There is a special little kitten that needs a home. If we keep this kitten there is liable to be a mutiny and the government overthrown!

This one is #4 and we just don't have room. I mean my house is covered in cat hair and hell, even that cat hair is covered in cat hair. Quick, someone call 1-800-HOOVER!

Get your motor runnin'

I am still looking at new cars. I so do not want to pay for a car though. I have looked hard to find something that is affordable for myself. Dodge Caliber seems to have my attention right now. I want something that is good on gas. Also, it should have a good warranty or the car company should offer some pretty good incentives. I don't really "need" a new car,but I do "want"one, kindda. If I had about $6,000.00 my payments on this black beauty would be about 200.00 a month.

Little blue box

So, I come home after a wonderful dinner out with the love of my life, and check out my blog...I have a little blue box for beta blogger...I am excited yet hesitant. I am afraid of change. Change is usually permanent in some way. I like predictability.

Damn little blue box!!!! Decisions, decision! What to do, what to do?

Maybe I'll do a "test" blog there.

Most of the time I just wing it when it comes to bloggy stuff, I am no smarty-pants when it comes to el computer. I do try to stay current (within the last 3 years anyways, *snicker*).

I think I might have to do my homework on this one....I hate to read computer stuff! With the exceptions of all my fav. blogs of course, I sooo love the blogs!

Stay tuned, I will let you know how it turns out!

Outta the way

Now I have the week outta' the way and here comes the weekend. Damnit Janet! I got house work to do again. "Can't we get the boy to do it?" *whine*
Why can I not make enough money to have a maid? It is only fair. I mean, my husband and I work hard all day and then we come home and work even harder to make a mess of our home. We have no children. Why the hell does my house always run a muck? (amuck, amuck, amuck!)
Honestly I think it is the whole sugarrejectionantithyroidalinsulinresistance syndrome.
I will however, be purchasing a dishwasher soon and that will help lighten the load.

Shout out!

I love yooooou, I honestly love yooooou!

Pay attention

If you ever find yourself traveling in front of me, on the freeway, at a high rate of speed (of course obeying the set speed limitations), do not, I repeat DO NOT slam on your damn brakes!!!!! If you happen to see a policeman...please remain calm! Sure if you're goin' along at about 100mph in a 70, please feel free to. Luckily at that speed, I will not be behind you. I obey the speed limit...Most of the time...Within 5 to 10 mph....

Why oh why do people feel it necessary to slow to 40mph or less in a 65 zone if they see a policeman?!?!?!?!

News Flash: if you do participate in such activities that you feel might require you to spend a lovely evening in the company of a county mounty if said mounty were to search your shit (ya got 99 problems), slamming on the brakes will make you look a little conspicuous!

I find your lack of faith disturbing: Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane

I find your lack of faith disturbing: Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane

Snakes On a Plane??

I must admit when I heard the guys on the radio talking about this one morning, I thought that they were just yankin' my chain like morning show people do. But its real. I can not imagine that this would be a very good movie. I can't beleive that SLJ is starring in this movie.

Maybe I am wrong, maybe it will be a good film. The title just says to me "cheese".
Apparently some think this is a fantastic name for a movie. Personally I think it's a little campy.

Aghhh, hell

Given my previous post, isn't it ironic that my google ads have decided to pimp the effexor?

I wonder if Alanis would add this as a verse in her song.
Hehehe!

Effexor Hell

I am stuck in effexor hell! I would like to stop taking this medicine. Perhaps find something that has less side effects. Also, I would eventually like to start having children. You see, you can not take the effexor and nurse a baby. I would also like to get rid of my twitching eyebrow, quivering bottom lip and many other muscle issues, including weakness, I have received from said drug. Of course fatigue, nausea, vomiting and a bevy of goodies come along with this list of side effects. Effects my Dr did not tell me about. I take this med for social anxiety disorder. Also, it dulls the sharpness of a rabid temper that I have. When I try to dicuss this with the doc he just prescribes me a lower dose. To my knowledge, there is no lower dose than 37.5 mg. I am currently on that mg.

Eventually I will wean myself off. It will take about 8 wks to do so. Hopefully I will get through this without having any of the following happen: getting fired, getting divorced, or die.

I missed work today because I was so "drunk" with vertigo I could not drive, let alone get there and wield needles at my patients.

Has anyone else ever had this issue? I am sure I am not the only one.

es·trange (-strnj)
tr.v. es·tranged, es·trang·ing, es·trang·es
1. To make hostile, unsympathetic, or indifferent; alienate.
2. To remove from an accustomed place or set of associations.
[Middle English estraungen, from Old French estrangier, from Latin extrnere, to treat as a stranger, disown, from extrneus, foreign; see strange.]
es·trangement n.
es·tranger n.
Synonyms: estrange, alienate, disaffect. These verbs refer to disruption of a bond of love, friendship, or loyalty. Estrange and alienate are often used with reference to two persons whose harmonious relationship has been replaced by hostility or indifference: Political disagreements led to quarrels that finally estranged the two friends. His persistent antagonism alienated his wife.Disaffect usually implies discontent, ill will, and disloyalty within the membership of a group.

Yummy for the tummy

I want food!

I don't know why, but lately all I want to do is eat and eat and eat! WHY? I follow a good diet normally. Recently I just can't get enough junk. I think I have gained 5lbs this week. Urghhh...
I have eaten at least one full half gallon of Mayfield's Banana Split Ice Cream. Yummy! But now, I want more. It's like there is a monster inside. Will it ever come to an end? Hopefully this week it will rest itself by tomorrow.

I'd rather be blogging!

I hate cleaning the house. I wish I could pay someone else to do it. It is not that the house is really that "dirty", it's just very messy. Mail strode everywhere, dirty clothes that need to be attended to, dishes that long for a dish washer, magazines everywhere...(my husband has a magazine weakness)...I am worn out from working all week and now I will have to spend the better part of the weekend cleaning up said mess. Plus there is yard work that needs to be done, but dammit, it's hot!

I got in my car the other day and the thermometer said 107F!!! HOT,HOT,HOT!

I would rather watch movies, work on making more jewelry, or blog!!

Jokes on him...

Well, to celebrate the idiocy of MG, I think we all deserve a good laugh at his cost.
Crazy ass anti-Semitic bastard! I don't care if he was drunk when he said what he said, I am not going to spend any money ever again on anything he is affiliated with. I also hope his career tanks because of this. It probably won't, but hey, doesn't hurt to say it.

Assholes are every where, even hollywood...

I am tired and I do not have the energy for a full blown rant right now. Maybe later. In short, Mel Gibson is a fucking asshole.
Talk amongst yourselves, I will return later.

Not Ready To Make Nice

This video shows how the Dixie Chicks see things as black and white. Freedom of speech has NO gray area Mr. President. That is the beauty of America, freedom Of Speech! No matter who it's about or who it pisses off. Why was it such a big deal Natilie said that she was ashamed that Bush is a fellow Texan? At that point in time, Bush's people should have been more concerned with other real issues, not the issue of an American using their guaranteed rights.

I love this new song. It applies to my life in so many ways right now. Forgive sounds good, Forget.... I'm not sure I could.

'Cause I'm not ready to make nice.


Some are disappointed...But I say rock on Chicks! Screw those who don't like you because you have an opinion and the audacity to voice it!

All work and no play....Makes me....ughhhhh...Less than satisfied!

I wish we all worked a 4 day work week. I feel that the week goes by too slow and that the weekend goes by waaaay too fast! It doesn't seem that I really ever have enough time to do what I need to do. Then I don,t have enough time to do what I want to do. Damn work week. Don't get me wrong, I love my job and the people I work with, but damn...I guess I'm just lazy! Hehehehe! What about a 5 day weekend and a 3 day work week! wooohuuuu! Workin' for the weekend!

Ouch!!!

Why must my family insist on being the boil on the ass of my life and all humanity?
I am done. Misery loves company. I do not wish to place my reservation with misery yet. They SUCK! My brother is 18 and a punk. My mother is a puppet that he controls. I am soooo over it!

Bastards!

Can I get some OTC relief???

Wild Hair!

Today I got a wild hair up my ass and thought it was high time that I took care of my hair. Wait, I mean take care the hair on my head not the one that was previously up my ass, just to clarify. Anyway, my previous hair-chopper-atter has screwed my do up way to many times lately. I decided I would try someone new. So, I went to Great Clips. I know, I know, GASP! My haircut looked great BTW! If you want to know how to get a freebie, just ask your stylist to cut a hunk outta your ear! YES! SHE CUT MY DAMN EAR!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTT!
It hurt like a mf'er! Convo. that proceded the offense:

me: aghhhhh!!!! (head jerk to the extreme right).
EdwardScissorHands: oh honey, did I get you?
me: yessssss, that hurt!
ESH: it's not bleeding...
me:wait for it, when it starts it won't stop....wait....
ESH:oh my goodness! It's bleeding alot! Are you going to cry?
me: yes, you just cut my ear off....aghhhh, urghhhh (blood gushes from my ear).

So here I am, 3 hours later and my ear is still bleeding.
Dammit! At least I didn't have to pay for my $10.00 haircut.
I think I would rather have paid for it to be honest. Ya' know, instead of having my ear chopped at. On the other hand, my hair look great. Or at least let that wild hair up my ass just itch for a while.

Superman Mini Kindda' Weekend

I am so blah tonight. I spent the entire weekend doing basically nothing. I did go see Superman today. I had heard bad things, but I give it 2 thumbs up. It cost as much for 2 lg drinks as it did to get into the matinee showing. Well, 3 $ difference. Also, I think I found the car that I like. At least one of them. I drove a mini this weekend. I had no intention in buying it, (color: pepper white?..??..) kindda' off white. But on the inside it was fantastic...I think I want one...I'm not sure...Yes, I want one....uhhhhh.

I must rest by brain now for the work week ahead.

It's the end of the world as we know it...

I am not a Jew by birth. I guess if anything I am Jew-ish. (saw a shirt on t-shirt hell with that on it, I think I want one of those in a nice blue shade). Any way, back to my point...

I do not know what others believe, nor do I care. I will not judge someone based on their choice of religious zeal. I know that some people may think that Jews are bad or that anyone who is a supporter of the Jewish people might not be up to par, but screw 'em. We did not kill Jesus! Ask the Romans ( and don't forget Pilate) about that, not the Jewish race. I do not understand why people have such hatred for Jews.

I have a nagging inside of me to go to G-D. The only way I know how to do this is through study, prayer, and eventually Aliyah.

I am sad that so many in Israel right now are in harms way.

What does not kill us, only makes us stronger.

When I was younger,

I never knew that music could be so expressive even if I did not write it. It brings so many things to mind, good & bad, while I am driving my 30 miles home and singing at the top of my voice. Here is one I listened to yesterday...Oh, so close to the truth.


you hadn't seen your father in such a long time
he died in the arms of his lover how dare he
your mother never left the house
she never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console her
you reminded her so much of your father
so you were banished and you wonder why you're so hypersensitive
and why you can't trust anyone but us
but then how can i begin to forgive her so many years under bridges with dirty water
she was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me
i don't know where to begin in all of my 50 odd years
i have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring
who are you younger generation to tell me that i have unresolved problems
not many examples of fruits of this type of excruciating labour
how can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn
i feel fine we may not have been born as awake as you were
it was much harder in those days we had paper routes uphill both ways
we went from school to a job to a wife to instant parenthood
i walked into his office i felt so self-conscious on the couch
he was sitting down across from me he was writing down his hypothesis i don't know
i've got a loving supportive wife who doesn't know how involved she should get
you say his interjecting was him just calling me on my shit?
just the other day my sweet daughter i was driving past 203 i walked up the stars in my minds eyes
i remember how they would creak loudly
she was only responsive with a drink he was only responsive by photo
i was only trying to be the best big brother i could
i've walked sometimes confused sometimes ready to crack open wide
sometimes indignant sometimes raw
can you imagine i pay him 75 dollars an hour sometimes
it feels like highway robbery
and sometimes it's peanuts
i wish it could last a couple more hours
so here we both are battling similar demons (not coincidentally)
you see in getting beyond knowing it solely intellectually you're not relinquishing your majestry
you are wise you are warm you are courageous you are big
and i love you more now than i ever have in my whole life

News of the Weird (.962)
WEEK OF JULY 16, 2006
LEAD STORYThe Texas insanity-defense law requires that a delusional person acting under "orders" from God be judged not guilty by reason of insanity, but that a delusional person acting under "orders" from Satan be considered sane, according to prominent forensic psychiatrist Park Dietz (according to a June USA Today story). Thus, Dietz believed that Andrea Yates (at press time being retried in Houston) knew that drowning her kids upon command of someone "without moral authority" (such as Satan) was wrong and thus that she did not qualify for insanity-law protection. Dietz later concluded the opposite in another Texas child-killing case because God had supposedly assured that mother that her kids would be better off dead. [USA Today, 6-20-06]

A sigh of relief...

The search for the female black bear that injured an "idiot taking pictures" has been called off!
All bears can breath easy now!

I still think that the human involved in this is a dumbass!!!

Respect the animals people! They were here first.

I am so glad it is 2006 and not the 1950's!

Given the present situation in Isreal, I thought that we could all use some humor in our lives...


The following is from a 1950's Home Economics textbook intended for High School girls, teaching how to prepare for married life.

1. Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal - on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him, and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

2. Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with alot of work- weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.

3. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.

4. Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces if they are small, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.

5. Minimize the noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, dishwasher or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him.

6. Some Dont's: Don't greet him with problems or complaints. Don't complain if he's late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day.

7. Make him comfortable: Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.

8. Listen to him: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.

9. Make the evening his: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment; instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.

10. The goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can relax.


PS- all these things should be done while wearing WAY to many layers of clothing under a dress while balenceing in the perfect hilled shoe... how else would you vaccum?!?!

If I Were Cartman

Why is it, when you finally get into a routine, the powers that be feel it necessary to change the rules that they set in the first damn place!?!?!

I hate Indian-givers!!! Bastards!

If I were Cartman, I'd say "screw you guys, I'm goin' home!!!".

*huff!*

Pee My Pants...

Yes, it is true, I partake of the guilty pleasure of Rock Star...I only allow myself one "reality" show a season, and hey, I like rock!

OMG! I thought I would pee my pants tonight while watching!
I lauged sooo hard when Zayra got smart with Gilby!! I'm like chick, funny but *sigh*, you suck like a Hoover. Please exit stage right.

I have tried to vote both weeks and I can not seem to get threw online & I refuse to pay 10 cents to vote! (yes, some would say I am tight w/ the $) I wish MSN would get their shit together.

Alright kids, have a great night and happy upcoming hump day!

To buy or not to buy, that is the argument...

I drive a 1999 Mercury Cougar. (Never mind that white piece of crap next to my car). It is black, and shiny, comfy, and it just feels like "home" to me, (even though, it does smell funny from time to time). It was used when we bought it 2 years ago. Apparently, certain people that live in my house do not like to work on the car when it needs it. Keep in mind it (knock on wood) it has never had any major motoring issues. The problem is always something minor. The window on the driver's side has a mind of it's own. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. The passenger window does not go down to well either. But, it is a good car and it gets me where I am going. I drive 30 miles one way to work. It recently had a new sound system installed. It is so damn hot here in Ga. That I hope to get windows tinted soon. I only owe a little over 3000 on it. It gets 22mpg & has 113,000 miles on it. My payments and insurance are both VERY affordable.




Other people are not so "in" to my ride. Why should I buy a new car? I need opinions on both sides. If I have to buy a new car, I have been looking at the G5 and the Caliber.

$1000.00 Kitty

Recently, one of my precious kitties has been ill. We have managed to spend $1000.00 on Theodore.

Of course he's the very handsome furball pictured here. As you can see, he is a very well balanced (on the Torah) cat. Astonishingly sweet. I am an animal lover and I believe that if you take an animal in to become a part of your family, you MUST take care of all their needs.

I would never leave this cat to die, which is why he now lives with us. His past owners moved out of my fathers rental house and left poor Theodore to starve to death.



We named him Theodore because he is very lovable, like a Teddy Bear!

I know, I know, get to the point!
Well, why are vets sooooo DAMN expensive????????? I guess I know the answer...They know you have to use them and well, they will charge what they want. Basically, "hey, want to see how much you love your animal." WTF?!?

We have thought about ins., but it is rather pricey.

I just wish emergency vets in Chattanooga would not rob you.

For an IV and to have urine removed from Theodore's bladder (think about 10 oz) during a yucky bout with a UTI it was $700.00.

Hello...Jesse James used a gun!!!! At least!

Happy Birthday America!

Magic Buttons

It is funny to me this evening when I think of an important person in my life. I reflect the days events as I am about to settle my sweet little head on my big fluffy pillow.

Around, ohh...let's say 8 in the PM, my phone rings. I have the ans. mach. Turned off today because the out going message says "thanks for calling the Smith residence..." There is no one named Smith who lives here, but it confuses ppl whom i prefer to not speak with! Yes, I screen my calls.

Of course I ans the phone and I hear not much of anything. Then I faintly here a familiar voice talking with an unfamiliar voice.

Now, this familiar voice has joked about this type of thing happening before, except that person was on the receiving end. This time they were not...I was! It was hilarious. I pushed buttons and yelled into the phone and after a few minutes I hear "Is that my phone?", it was classic.

So this is a lesson to all... Do not drive with your phone in your pocket or on your belt. That's right, I think I even heard a blinker.

Another Stupid Person

I can't believe it!!! There has been another "bear attack". Yes, in this case the bear was shot and killed (big surprise).

A tourist in Gatlinburg, TN (well known for bears...Duh) was driving down the road with his wife. A mother bear and 2 cubs come out of the woods and step onto the road...This dumb ass stops his car,OPENS HIS DOOR,to get good pictures, his dog gets out and runs at the bear, bear is pissed, protects her cubs as ANY mother would do when threatened, picked up the dog in her mouth, then the stupid mans jumps out to protect his dog. Mother bear drops the pooch and the swats at the stupid man. Lucky for him he escaped with his life. His dog escaped as well. But guess what...THEY KILLED THE BEAR!!!!!WTF!?!

Wonder what the bears would say if we shot the stupid people?

Fat Kid

When I was young, I was often referred to as this, much to my dismay. So, now I am an adult and I am still "fat". I have a medical condition for this and, well, I love to eat! Who doesn't? I love to cook and all that. While I am preparing dinner for my hubby and I, I listen to the radio. The station in town that I like is 96.5 The Mountain. I love their music and most of their DJs.

The other day, they introduced someone new. He goes by the name "fat kid". Now, I do not know if this particular gentleman is thin or not (as said name suggests) but I just can't get past this "handle"! I don't know if I don't like his program or if it is really just that damn name!
I try every evening to listen...Oz is on before Fat Kid...I really, really like Oz's program.
But I just can't get around that blasted name.

Society labels us enough. Do we really need someone to label themselves as Fat Kid on a radio station???

Now I know that I am a bitch...That's just me sometimes...But this is RMW... not
Listen To The Bitch!!!

I don't know, maybe I'm just being silly. It DOES bother me though. However, I will be unable to listen to another station...The Mountain Rocks!!!

Summer Fun

Remember those hot summer days of playing in the yard sprinkler? It has been hot enough to do just that down here for the last few weeks. Taking these photos almost sent me running through with my camera in hand. It was sooooo hot & humid that day.
Those were the days...
Does anyone have any fond childhood memories of summer?


:0) Well, off to a new work week. Hang in there, maybe some are lucky enough to have a long weekend coming up.
I know I am one of the few. Don't work to hard!!!