Friday, September 30, 2005
My front porch lookin in....Ok, so this week's theme for SPF is your front porch and you.
So um, here's me and my front porch.
That's our front porch. Lovely isn't it. You gotta love military housing, hehe.
That's what you see when you first walk in. A mess. And our girl cat, Hermione, licking herself. Hehe.
And that sexy whore there is me. Smiling all nice like I'm visiting the place. Hehe!
In other news, next Friday at Katy's house we're having a big ass sex party for all the girls of the neighborhood. Even the girls from Clint and Stephen's office are coming.
We are gonna have sooooo much fun.
I'll take pictures and show everyone. But that isn't until *next* Friday, so you'll have to suffer until then. BWAHAHAHAAA
SPF delayedStephen took the camera to work today so I'll post my SPF a little later.
In other news. Played WoW on the laptop last night while trying to watch CSI. Yeah, kidna hard. I need my full attention on both and it's hard to devide it up between the two.
Eh, who'm I kidding? No one cares! Hehe.
I seriously need to go cut my hair. Oh yes, and dye it. When I thought I was preggers I couldn't dye my hair (haven't seen my natural shade on my head since god knows how long).
Seems like everyone is making those audio posts.
Haven't really gotten into that yet. Maybe it's because when I verbally say anything I have nothing to say.
OR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could bore all of you by sitting and reading all 6 books in the Harry Potter series.
"Are you fucking serious!?"
"Yes, I am..."
sorry, lol. Just a little HP humor for you (however lame it may be).
I'm off now to go make love to my cats.
SPF will be up soon, I promise.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Nekkidness at it's all time low.Ok, so I finally decided to jump on the band wagon and participate in Half Nekkid Thursdays.
I didn't participate for so long because it confused me. There's no weekly theme (like SPF) and I never knew where the main source of HNT was. But I found the source (linked above) and I figured I'll just take a picture of whatever Warcry Girl is doing that week. Hehe!
So this week Warcry Girl gaave us a picture of her eyes. So here are mine:
So, if your eyes say a lot about you... mine obviously tell you that I am a total dumbass. I've got this look of "huh? What's going on? Who's that!?" there. lol!
So happy HNT everyone!
In other news....
Our gaming lap top arrived yesterday. I thought Stephen was gonna jizz himself he was so excited (lmao). We've already downloaded WoW and HL2 on it and today I'm installing Sims and CoH.
So now I don't have to be in the same room as his stinky butt to play games with him! YAY!!!!
Who'm I kidding, I'll be running upstairs every 10 minutes.
I can't stay away.
Sigh. I am so pathetic.
My friend Anela wrote a great post. Well shared a great conversation on her blog.
I loved it so much I had to share.
It's so true.
Just glad to know I have a husband who gives me all that woman asked for. :)
* such a sappy ass*
I found the following at The Angry Liberal's store. All in good fun.
*note, some of these may offend. It's all just humor. If you're offended I'm sorry. But I think these are funny*
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005Lots to talk about today.
You're all excited aren't you? Hehe
1) Still a big queasy and crampy from the surgery. I don't know what they stuck up me and how far up it went but as a result every time I pee I get to experience the joy that is the "hoo-hah fart."
It's a little strange that people were sticking tubes and whatever else up me and I have no memory of it. Feels a little weird. Oh sure it's just surgery, but I don't know exactly what they were doing while I was asleep. LoL. I mean there was a vacume tube up my hoo-hah and the only reason I know that is because they said they were going to. lmao.
2) The book About a Boy is so much better than the movie (but isn't that usually the case?). In fact the movie isn't good at all. They left out, well actually they didn't put enough emphasis on certain characters. Or on the music. In fact the director did a shitty job with it.
3) We saw that funniest commercial on G4TV this morning. It was for the new "...for Dummies" book. It was Dungeons and Dragons for Dummies.
Oh, that commercial was awesome.
4) Being the big dork I am I love the show Braniac. I mean they come up with the dumbest science experiments but they're so interesting. In fact this morning I learned that you're taller when you first wake up. Fascinating huh? I thought so.
But, of course, they have to have girls in bikinis on the show. Science itself isn't cool enough, oh no, we need some jiggly jiggly.
Warning booby/men are pigs rant coming. Don't read if you might be offended or just don't like talking about boobies.
Ok, anyway. Men, seriously what is wrong with normal (ie smaller) boobies? Oh sure you *say* you like them. That they're fine. That you like all boobs.
If you had 2 naked women walk into the room one with small boobs and one with giant boobs you'd immedietly look to the woman with the giant boobs. Bigger is always better.
I don't understand why women get breast implants. The only logical explaination I can think of is because men will always look at the bigger boobs. Men make women think they need giant boobs and a flat waist (ever catch *your* man masterbating to a picture of the likes of Kirstie Alley or even Oprah or any woman with a bit of chink? Yeah, I didn't think so).
And now for those of you reading this thinking:
-I have low self esteem:
No actually I don't. I am perfectly happy with my little boobies. I have had men tell me I should get boob jobs. I was more than happy to flip them off (oh I wish I could've kicked them in the balls) and go along on my merry way. I've said it before and I'll say it again. It is not me (the one who complains non stop about this) who has the low self esteem but the women who get boob jobs, plastic surgery, and pose nude for men to oggle who have the low self esteem.
I know my perfectly perky boobies will fall to the floor one day and I'm perfectly fine with that. And I have a good enough husband to know that too and be fine with it.
All I'm saying is that maybe if men weren't so disgusting and realized that the average real woman is a size 12 (a giant mound of blubber in the mind of that asshole Howard Stern) and that real boobs are sometimes lopsided, sag, uneven, and sometimes non-existant. Maybe if men started to realize that then maybe we wouldn't have all these ridiculous women with eating disorders, breast implants and spreading her legs for the camera. Maybe it's time females on the whole realized that we should measure ourselves not by whether or not we can get a man to have a hard-on or not.
And maybe all those disgusting excuses for men out there who cheat on their wives will one day realize that the frumpy housewife they've got back at home is sexy.
Sorry, ok. Thus endeth the rant. Not like I don't have more to say.... lmao, but I'll stop there.
5) Are the people who made like Best in Show, Waiting for Guffman, and A Mighty Wind ever going to make another movie? They need to.
6) I have a bump in my hand where the IV went in. I need to stop being a hypochondriac and staring at it, freaking out. Ok, maybe I'll go get a bandaid....
7) Ok, after standing on the bitchy feminist stool and yelling at everyone with a penis or boob jobs let me take this opportunity (the after math) to sing praises of my husband.
I'm not stupid I know my husband appreciates the female body (and yeah he appreciates those females with a little more, um, bounce than I do). But unlike the men who (the men I was yelling at before) wish their wives were thin with big boobs, and the men who drool over "hotties" in movies or on TV and then ignore their wives practically- my husband drools over me. I never liked it, before I met my husband, when men thought they could stare (and even grab) at my ass. I hated it when men did that. I hated it when they'd try and be all sexy and ask me out (um, just because you lick your lips and look me up and down doesn't mean I think you're suave or sexy). Then I met my husband. Now married chicks back me up here. Isn't it a good feeling when you catch your husband doing the full on booty stare? Head tilted to the side and everything?
It's just nice to know that even before my shower, when I'm in my frumpy ass robe and bags under my eyes my husband still checks me out. And I have no doubt that when my boobs and ass hit the floor he'll still be checking me out.
So though I may yell at men I never mean all men. I have one of the few good one left.
Such a dork I am.
Man that was a long ass post!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Falling asleep can be funAs all of you already know I recently had a blighted ovum (placenta, no baby). But I wasn't passing it naturally (arg) so today I had a DNC. It was just minor surgery. No cutting, just some vacuming lol.
I went to the doctor's office this morning and waited around the OB clinic (since this is same day surgery and no appointment is made there's a lot of waiting). Took vitals (got complimented about 5 times about good my blood pressure is *flips hair*).
Then waited around the surgery section for about 2 hours or so. Gave blood (always fun. I have not been to the doctor's office yet where I didn't give some blood), finished re-reading the HBP.
And then finally they took me in.
I'd never had an IV before- could not stop my legs from shaking. Even though I fall asleep every night- being made to sleep was different.
I had to get all naked (who the hell was looking at my hoo-hah I'll never know (but eh who cares, they're doctors) and wrapped in a sheet in bed (then they put some warm sheets on top of me- ooohhhhhh). Last thing I remember was being nervous to fall asleep and wishing Stephen were there with me (man I'm a dork) and then I was awake.
Still a little queasy and tired but not as bad as I was when I first woke up.
Everything went well. All the tissue and crap is finally out of me. Finally I (we) can start getting back to normal. In a few months we'll be able to start trying for another baby.
I'll definately keep everyone up to date on everything.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Attack of the 10 foot bitchMy poor husband needs sympathy.
For the passed 2 weeks or so I've made his life hell.
Apparently when you have a miscarriage the female (that would be me in this case) turns into a raging and bitter dried up old hag of a bitch.
I've actually glared at him and snarled when he walked into a room as though the mere sight of him pissed me off.
I don't hate my husband. Not by any means. But until my hormones are back to normal (ok, so I was never that calm, but at least I was never high on bitchiness 24/7) the poor guy needs a place to escape.
Unfortunately there's no where in the house he can.
I need to get me some of the crazy lady meds.
Can you tell I'm feeling guilty? lmao!
"you tide me over with a warmth I'll not forget...."
"And if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it- somewhere only we know. This could be the end of everything so why don't we go somewhere only we know...."
Sunday, September 25, 2005
The Masked Moron to the rescue!As if I couldn't get any ditzier....
I've been vacuming with my DYSON *sigh* for about a week now and for a week it hadn't been picking anything up.
So naturally I was freaking out. I mean we just bought it and it's a Dyson- the vacume that never loses suction.
I look at the vacume the other day, yep the setting was on the bare floor setting and not the carpet setting.
Just answering some FAQs about the last couple of posts.
1) Just because I love my boobies and talk about them often doesn't mean I'll show them. There are 2 people (well 3) on this planet aloud to see them. Hubby, my doctor(s) and myself. Quit asking.
2) We're PCSing to Fort Gillum in Atlanta GA. Hubby will be out of the Army (well, out of active duty) in 3 or so years, after that we're moving to KC/Liberty MO (aka Chiefs town. *shudder*).
3) For you Dyson lovers- aside from my dumbassery it's still the best vacume on the market (I pick up crap I never knew was on my floor!). It was a birthday present from hubby (yes I thanked him properly lol). I'm surprised I don't kiss the vacume before bed each night. Who'da thunk a vacume could be such a turn on?
4) My kitchen isn't that nice. I just cover up the unsightly horrors with cute canisters (lmao jk).
5) Oh yes I am definately Italian.
What, you couldn't tell by the great honk of a nose I've got? hehe
Every day I go to hubby's blog and check out his comments and what not.
Well, let me get you guys up to speed with the situation.
-Kanye West made racists remarks. Ignorant remarks.
-Hubby got mad and blogged about it.
-he's gotten comments from people telling him he's (hubby) not only a racist himself but ignorant (ha). He's also gotten comments from supporters who agree with he and I and Kanye West is a moron.
-This "discussion" has been going on for quite some time now. Quite honest we're sick of it, and ready to move on.
So here we are. The most recent comment on hubby's blog was one that was supportive of hubby and myself in thinking that Kanye West is a moron (and that Bill Cosby kicks major fucking ass).
But I (who can never just shut my mouth and always need to reply and/or defend) am writing on my blog and not replying to his comment over there because we really are sick of this whole discussion. But since I can't shut up.
The recent commenter said some pretty racist remarks.
He commented about how Kanye West was being a racists but then went off on a rampage about all blacks in a rude and racist way.
That doesn't help hubby too much (some one who never sees color).
As some one who:
1) has lived my entire life (well mostly) in cities and towns where the majority of the people were black and/or hispanic,
2) being hispanic myself
3) having black family members
4) having black friends
5) not caring they're black
I was hurt by his remarks. I should be furious. And yes, I'm a little angry.
but I'm more hurt than anything.
I don't understand how the recent commenter doesn't see how ignorant and racist he is.
Just had to say something about it and vent.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
I hate you, big stupid insomnia headSo I can't sleep.
As a result you guys get to hear about all the stupid crap that pops into my head late at night!
*side note- mom, dad- I told you I'd warn you. Don't read this post*
1) That episode of That 70s Show where Eric and Donna have sex and Eric is dressed up as a Storm Trooper and Donna is Princess Leia (and he's totally making out with the hair buns). Ok, so funny.
I gotta admit- the Storm Trooper costume, kinda hot.
Then again I think black socks (and nothing else) is hot. Oh yeah, I love me some geeks alright.
2) What the hell is wrong with my boobs?
Ok so for those of you who don't want to listen about my breasts, go away.
For the rest of sick bastards... ok, they're spread far apart. I mean, aren't they supposed to, I dunno, grow towards in the middle- not towards my armpits.
It's not like I can't put my arms down (I've seen those beach ball boobs where the chicks can't put their arms down. Um, ew). Why would women want to seperate their boobies? There's this bra at Victoria Secret that seperates the boobies. I'll shut up.
Ahh, how I look forward to the day when they fall to the floor.
3) Ok, now that I've bored you with tales you didn't need to hear about my breastestes.
How the hell come I can't find Crunch Berries: Just Berries cereal? Huh?? I want some! Do they not make it anymore?
4) In about 4 years my Raiders rooting ass will be living smack dab in Cheifs town.
Yeah, like I don't already stick out in Stephen's family (lol. I'm joking. They've been more the accepting to me. And so damn nice).
But, I'm already a Liberal... but a Raiders fan too? I am just walking into the lion's den here. lmao.
5) Read or be sociable and have friends?
Um, read. Thank you very much. I'd much rather be smart than popular.
So why am I so stupid? lol.
6) Speaking of friends, in about a month I'll be leaving some of the best crack ass whore bitches I've ever met. lmao.
I've never had girlfriends where I can talk about things like blow job techniques with and such.
Who else am I going to go to to laugh about the stupid crap my hubby does?
I won't be able to run over to the BLACK HOLE (ie Katy's house) to hang out with the girls, take in some second hand smoke, and talk about God knows what.
At least we all have our blogs. but I'm gonna miss them so much!
God damnit, now I'm crying.
I just hope the neighbors we have in Atlanta are as fun as Katy, Amy, Jenna, and Jennifer.
If only I were more outgoing and introduced myself easily.
I'll never have any more friends. hehe
Thank god for Mary- two dorks in a pod we are. :)
7) with this whole Hurricane Rita thing... I can't help but worry about an old friend (not a friend anymore, personal, you understand. hehe) who lives in Houston.
I'm sure he's fine, he's been through a number of hurricanes and would always laugh at me and tell me not to worry.
I'm sure he's fine. But I worry. It's what I do.
8) Damnit bleed already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 23, 2005
Finally my SPFIt's Friday! Time for SPF!
This week's theme is your kitchen and you cooking in that kitchen.
*side note, I would've taken better photos but Stephen had the camera set on some weird ass setting and I don't know enough about the camera to fix it... so... lol*
That's my stove. Oh so clean. *snort* yeah right
2 items that are *always* in my kitchen- garlic and olive oil. I don't think I've lived a day in my life where those 2 things weren't in the kitchen.
mmm pop tarts
I'm chopping a carrot for the spaghetti sauce.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
EeekJust doing some blogging while watching the season premiere of CSI (favorite show). So far so good.
I love this show!
For someone who loves the Discovery and History Channels this show is so friggin awesome.
A little unrealistic time-wise (usually results of that sort of stuff come back in like a week...), but awesome show nonetheless.
Anyway- So last night, at the movie theater, we saw a movie poster for a new version of Pride and Prejudice.
*warning, bitchy talk about movies again*
Ok, this my favorite book so I've read it god only knows how many times.
Nothing against Kiera Knightly (seriously, nothing against her. I think she's lovely), but you can't cast someone as beautiful as she is to play Elizabeth Bennot.
I'm sorry, you just can't.
I mean Jane is the beatiful one.
She supposed to be angelic.
Elizabeth was supposed to be a bit more hearty, not as pretty as Jane that's for sure.
But I guess you need to have a pretty face in the staring role or no one will see the movie.
I'm more into seeing a movie that's based off the book if it's at least somewhat accuaretely based on the book
I mean, the first 2 Harry Potter movies were awesome! (Harry's hair could've been a bit more messy, but I'm pretty picky. Oh yeah, and Hermione needed buck teeth until the 4th... but who's paying attention. lmao).
Ok, back to the best show on TV... teehee
The Ditz and the DorkI have a new favorite show.
Ok- so maybe not favorite. I probably won't watch it unless I run across it again.
But I love that show on VH1- that My Fair Brady show.
I don't know why I like it but I do.
Maybe it's cause hubby likes things clean (not that I don't, but he is sooooooo much more anal about things than I am- he puts his clothes in the hamper when they're dirty. Mine are on the floor. lmao) and I burp and fart and I throw things on the floor to pick up later.
Now you're all thinking our house is filthy. Hey! I clean it every day. But am I going to go upstairs and put my shoes away the second I take them off? Um, nooo.
My poor hubby- all the stuff he has to put up with when it comes to me.
I've gone crying to him saying "you don't love me *waaaaahhhhaaaaa haaaaaaa*!
I call him mean after he good-naturedly made jokes about us.
I go to him and say "you're not paying enough attention to me." (sorry Ron, I'm the reason he doesn't play WoW sometimes, lmao).
I sulk when he doesn't like the food I make.
I fart on him.
I grab his ass in public.
My girlfriends know a lot about him. A lot. *giggle* what? We're girls!
I think he and I should have our own show- The Ditz and the Dork. Hehe.
Him on the computer playing video games while I'm falling on my ass spilling crap all over the place (seriously, I'm a dumbass).
Ok so how I got from My Fair Brady to hubby and I- I don't know. But I never make sense anyway right!?
*snore*Last night was "date night."
So Stephen and I went to this British pub for dinner (since when, in a British pub, do chips not mean french fries?) and then reluctantly went to go see The Brothers Grimm (nothing else to see).
Yeah- we walked out of that movie.
I knew I wouldn't like it right off the bat. One of my biggest pet peeves is horribly fake British accents (plus the movie was set in French owned Germany. Um, English accents???).
I'm sorry if I'm a picky bitch but the British accent is the easiest accent to put off, I've no rescpect nor any tolerance for any "actor" who can't pull it off.
I'm such a snob.
Besides, the plot of the movie was boring.
I don't even care to kow what happened at the end.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Watch out Voldemort! I'm armed now!Since my last post was all about how much of a dork I am I thought I'd continue the trend.
I have a few dorky items I've bought under my belt (not literally. Well... hehe, jk).
I have such things as a matchbox twenty scrap book.
I have a figurine/action figure of my main character in City of Heroes (complete with katana).
My husband buys me presents inside games and I adore them.
I have a Harry Potter scarf and hat that I wear on cold days. Seriously.
But there's one item I have always wanted. The big dork item.
This is nothing to do with technology, it's just something I've wanted.
Well, today I finally ordered one.
Yes ladies and gentlemen (witches and wizards) I ordered my own WAND.
Remember the excitement over the Dyson? Well it's like that (except a wand has better shape for certain things. KIDDING! lmao. Oh lord that was sooo wrong. lmao).
After searching Alivan's high and low I finally found a wand that's perfect. It didn't come with a levitating stand (which would have been nice, but only 2 wands come with the stand). But I think it'll suit me nicely.
That's what it looks like.
Wood Handcrafted from: Solid Bloodwood
Length: 15 1/4 inches
Enchantment: Essence of Phoenix Ash
Useful in divination, Bloodwood is said to reveal secrets of both the past and future and to aid its possessor in understanding the given knowledge. Well known for its brilliant red color it is also perfect for matters of the heart and healing.
I cannot wait for it to come!!!!!
The really dorky thing about this buy?
That I'll actually carry it around with me everywhere saying things like "Alohamora!" and "Lumos!"
I might even point it at Stephen and say "Immobulous!"
*hangs head* I feel I've just flashed everyone.
**Oh yes, I also bought hubby a Harry Potter tie (gold and red of course). I'm not sure if I bought it for him... or for me. Yum!!!**
Another one????So I gave in to hubby's begging and finally said "Ok" to getting a gaming laptop.
IE another laptop just suitable for playing games.
That would make our total number of computers 4 (that's not including hubby's PSP).
Man we are such dorks!
I thought I was a dork before I met my husband. Now the level of my dorkiness has become so high it's unreachable by your average person.
He's the one that got me into Harry Potter (now all I want more than anything is my own wand from Alivan's).
He's the one that got me into rpgs (Now I'm obsessed with City of Heroes/Villains and finding spider silk to make some spider silk boots for my char' on World of Warcraft).
I find myself wanting (WANTING) to watch Star Wars.
Eh who'm I kidding? I never cool to begin with. Not like I lost anything!
For you big dumbass dorks out there (Like me! Weee!):
yes they do. *wink wink* lmao
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I know there's blood in me somewhere!Finding out that I was never pregnant was hard and I've moved on from that. Moved on from that to something else.
I had a blighted ovum (where the sac and the placenta grow but the baby never does) andmy doctor said to wait a few weeks to see if it passes naturally- if not they'll go in and scoop it out for me (lovely image eh?).
I feel the inside of me deteriorating. I've had days where I've had cramps for 24 hours. Yesterday I not only had cramps all day but was so nauseaus I couldn't stand up for fear of puking all over the place.
This wouldn't be that bad if I could just pass all the tissue, blood, and placenta in me. Instead I've been chosen to be torture victim. It's bad enough that we lost a baby (well, what we thought was a baby), but now I have to feel every little twitch of my body realizing that there is no baby and going into the process of getting rid of it.
For some reason my body is a little slow and a little stupid. This is taking forever.
I have never (ever ever EVER) wanted my period so bad.
No offense to my husband- I know he was hurt by all of this and grieved with me. But he doesn't have to feel it inside of him. He has the luxery of being able to push it out of his mind.
Unfortunately I have physical reminders.
I think I'm just going to set an appointment for the dorctors to get rid of this for me.
This whole thing has put a strain on not only my body but my emotional state. Unfortunately hubby has to feel the wrath of all that (I get mad at him for the dumbest things).
And if all that wasn't bad enough- me and my stupid dreams. Heh. No I didn't have a dream that hubby was flirting with the neighbor again. I dreamt I cheated on him. Sort of.
Ok so there's no sort of when in your dream your making out naked with a guy lol.
So I woke up this morning and completely expected hubby to have left and to not have been in the house.
He walked in the room this morning. Then I remembered it was only a dream. Can't help but feel guilty though.
Ok ok ok, I know it was just a dream and I'd never do that in real life - but females you can back me up here. Just because you wake up doesn't mean the feelings you had in the dream are over. Hehe.
I think hubby will just be happy I'm not mad at him because I've had a dream he was flirting with the neighbors. Hehe!
But, to lighten the mood....
Farts are funny. Teehee.
Monday, September 19, 2005
comThe likeness is uncannyI'm back! Errr... We're back!
Stephen and I left Saturday morning for Knoxville TN for my brother's wedding.
First off I hate flying and every time I fly I say I won't do it again. Then I'm back on another plane. Ugh!
The trip was so much fun- with of course your occasional irritated moments. I love my family and we have so much fun together, but sometimes you need to say SHUT UP!!!!!!!
All in all it was a great trip. Barry and Liz's wedding was loverly. Partially thanks to *batting eyelashes* my husband. Hehe.
Their photographer fell through (long story. A pretty stupid one too), so in a panic the night before the wedding Danielle (maid of honor) asked Stephen if he'd take over the duty. Of course he said yes. Was a little nervous as this was his first wedding shoot. But he's looking through the pictures now on his computer and they're gorgeous.
Anyhoo- so then we had to fly home. Ugh. Flew to Atlanta, waited there for 3 hours (read Harry Potter, was getting pissed at Ron and therefore got mad at hubby- sorry darling, hehe).
Then we had a 3 hour flight back to CO Springs. They showed us Herbie Fully Loaded.
Well that's 2 hours of my life I will never get back.
My eyes still burn from the pain that is that movie.
Anyhoo was at Merrit's site, and found of picture of me cooking for my husband.
Notice the perfectly clean kitchen. I scrubbed and cooked all day and didn't even break a sweat!
How happy I am to be serving my man.
*cough* *choke* *gag*
Ok ok ok ok! I couldn't keep that up any longer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here are some pictures of me and my weird ass sisters. Man we're retarded!
*Charlies Angels and James Bond meet finally!*
*We're tiggers! Rar! So stealthy in the jungle*
*Damn! We are some sexy ass bitches!*
*Ok, so this one isn't so much silly as just awesome. That's me and my sisters Roxi and Kathleen with our dad at the piano. I love this photo- it's how we grew up. Around the piano.*
Thursday, September 15, 2005
SPFI know it's not Friday, but since Stephen and I won't be home tomorrow I figured I'd post my spf today.
This week's theme is, well it's hard to explain. I guess just using ordinary objects in weird ways (making it look like you're holding the leaning tower of Pisa up, etc).
So here are my contributions:
What? I always dine with my cats. MM MM Good!
"Will you love me forever and ever Darthikens?"
"My My, what a large light saber you have. So powerful!"
Hey, it's me!I'm back!
First off I'd like to thank everyone for their support and encouragement through this difficult time.
We really appreciate it.
To lighten the mood of this blog- so there's no black cloud hanging over it- I've decided to make a list of all the stuff I can do now that I'm not pregnant and there's no baby.
-no need to get a 3 bedroom apartment when we move to Atlanta!
-more time to play City of Villains and World of Warcraft!
-My boobies grew and there's no kid to suck on them so they won't sag! Score!
-I've gained some weight and don't fit into my clothes- shopping time!
Anyhoo- hubby and my anniversary is on the 18th but since we'll be out of town then we decided to celebrate it last night.
So went to Mona Lisa's last night (a fondue place). Neither one of us had ever had fondue and didn't expect it to be filling.
Fondue is awesome. This resteraunt is awesome.
We had 6:30 reservations and didn't leave until 9:00. But we never waited for our food and it was the most perfect dining experience ever.
We had a 4 course meal (I'm still stuffed).
Salad, cheese fondue (brie with basil- oh lord it was lick the bowl good!), wild gaming entree (so Stephen ate all the meat, and I had the vegetables. Even trade. He had quail, buffalo, ostrich, etc), and then- DESSERT! I never thought I'd be too full for some chocolate but I was forcing the food down. Dark chocolate with ... oh lord it was just heaven. Cheesecake, angelfood cake, carmels, etc.
And they had this thing where the chef perfectly matched wines to with whatever we ordered.
And they really were perfect matches. We had some good wine last night.
Everything was perfect.
So then we went home, watched some Lord of Rings and fell asleep. Eating so much is really tiring. lol.
Anyhoo- because I'm bored, another survey (such a dork I am).
10 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME:
1. The furniture in my house must be even according to my blood flow.
2. every once in a while my brother and I will dress up like the opposite sex and go shopping
3. I hate to be touched
4. I get attached to inanimate objects. Having to buy a new toothbrush is hard.
5. If I wake up before 7am, I'm starving all day
6. I *really* wanted to be Dolly Parton growing up
7. I met my best friend in a Paul McCartney chat room
8. I hate the blankets and sheets on my bed to be uneven
9. I can smell colors
10. sometimes I fold laundry with gloves on. I hate the feel.
10 ACTORS/ACTRESSES I'D LOVE TO MEET & WHY:
11. Rob Thomas- humina humina humina. I'd say more, but I don't appreciate my husband staring with a blank face with drool falling out of his mouth at the likes of Natalie Imruglia and Jenny McCarthy and I expect he feels the same about Rob.
12. J.Lo- if I could bitch slap anyone it'd be her
13. Giada DeLaurentiis- I just wanna cook with her
14. Ok, that chick from Scream, and that one show... crap. Nev Camblell! Yeah, that's her name. She seems fun and has that quirky sense of humor that I do (ie making fun of people lol).
15. Dr. Phil- I think it'd be cool to have dinner at his house with he and his wife.
16. Clinton- well, why not?
17. JK Rowling- so I can act like I'm 12, jump up and down and say OH MY GAWD!!! I LOVE HARRY POTTER!!!!!!
18. The guy who played Frodo, forgot his name. I just want to stare at him. lmao
19. Ellen- she's so fucking funny
20. Sara McLachlan- to me she's the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out.
10 THINGS THAT PISS ME OFF:
30. stupid people
32. lazy people
33. the need to wear designer fashion. Who the fuck cares?
34. dirty kitchen when I need to cook
35. People like Kanye West who don't see how racist they are but are the quickest to point the finger at someone else
36. George W. Bush
37. Drug Dealers/Users
38. Parents that abuse/neglect their kids.
40. people who insult my intelligence
10 THINGS ABOUT MY HUSBAND/PARTNER THAT I ADORE:
41. HIs smile
42. The way he looks at me.
43. his constant support and wanting to understand
44. he can always make me laugh. No matter the circumstance
45. his excitement about dorky things
46. He kisses my back in the middle of the night and pulls me close and falls back asleep
47. The look on his face when he wants some.
48. he uses the steering wheel as a drum set.
49. His love for not only his family, but mine
50. He's not afraid to show me when he's hurt. He's not a very "manly man" and that makes him more of a man in my eyes.
10 PLACES I LOVE TO BE:
51. on the couch with hubby
52. At home.
53. University of Redlands during 4th of July
55. at my parents house
56. in bed with hubby
57. snuggled in a big blanket when it's cold and rainy outside
58. In front of my computer
59. PI- lmao
60. on the front porch
10 WORDS THAT BEST DESCRIBE ME:
64. I'm funny- but only to me, lol
10 THINGS YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME:
71. I've been arrested. Not my fault. Seriously.
72. I could eat avocadoes everyday
73. I hate bananas
74. Gremlins scare me
75. I will never buy spagetti sauce
76. I'm low maintenance.
77. I want my hair to be long, but hate the way it feels
78. I'm a hypochondriac
79. When my husband is gone for more than a week or so I don't wash one of his shirts and sleep with it
80. I've witnessed school shootings
10 GIFTS I LOVE TO GET:
83. anything Harry Potter
84. anything from my husband
87. Gift Certificates
88. Anything Homemade
89. anything for my feet. I obsess over them
10 Colors I Love:
96. rusty reddish orange
97. light light light light butter yellow
99. pear green
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
"Sometimes horrible and unexplained things happen..."As everyone who's ever been to my blog knows Stephen and I were expecting our first child in March.
Well that's all changed. As far as we can tell (and we'll hear more from the doctor later) my body told me I was pregnant. The sac even started to form. But there was never a baby.
I stopped having my period and had all the symptoms of being pregnant because my body thought I was because the sac was still forming inside me.
I won't lie and say I'm ok, but I've accepted the truth that we just aren't going to have a baby this time around.
To be honest I wasn't that shocked. In the passed couple of weeks I had a gut feeling that something wasn't right. Something was off.
I was having a particularly low and depressing day and thought even popped into my head- "well I'm not even pregnant..." But I quickly shoved those thoughts aside. Chalking it up to hormones.
So I somewhat already knew, it's just sad to know my intuition was right.
We are definately going to try again.
Please keep us in your prayers as we try and handle this difficult situation.
**If you'd like more information on blighted ovum please click here
Monday, September 12, 2005
I'm always the last one on the bandwagonA blog aquantance (man I cannot spell to save a donkey's life) lost everything in the Katrina disaster.
If you'd like to help her and her family, please go here to help out. Any tiny little thing you can send will be greatly appreciated. For your enjoyment, and mine, thanks for the lovely people at PotterPuffs here are some more icons:
stupid blogspot!I just wrote a long ass post this morning and Blogspot decided not to be working. And me, being either retarded or not caring, didn't copy my text.
So here we go again. Multiple crap to talk about today.
1) I'm re-reading the Half-Blood Prince and noticed some interesting stuff. Ok, for those of you who haven't read it, don't read this part of the post (ok, but what HP *hasn't* read it yet?).
Anyhoo- remember how the Ministry put out those fliers now that Voldemort is back? About not going out at night alone. Make sure you know who's at the door. Etc.
Well when Dumbledore picked up Harry from the Dursley's they were talking about that and Dumbledore said, "for instance did you ask mewhat my favorite flavor of jam is?"
Which makes me think that at the end of the book, maybe that's not Dumbledore. But someone pretending to be him. Harry never checks.
*And* Dumbledore made Harry promise that he'd always have his invisibility cloak on him- even inside Hogwarts. Right before Dumbledore "dies" he makes Harry put the cloak on and puts the immobulous curse on him. Dumbledore obviously wanted Harry to see everything.
2) If we weren't moving so soon I'd get a new therapist. I'm starting to not like mine, lol.
Well- I mean, ok, I've mentioned a particular person on numerous occasion, but everytime I talk about this person I'm met with a blank stare and I need to remind her who this person is.
She's been divorced I know at least once. And so I'm supposed to be taking advice sometimes on how to make *my* marriage better.
And I don't care what she says, certain things are wrong and will always be wrong.
She thinks I'm trying to control my husband. I guess wanting absolute honesty means wanting to control your spouse. And she seems to think that trust means letting my husband do whatever he wants. Well he can't do whatever he wants- he isn't single anymore.
She just thinks that I don't trust my husband and that I want to control him and is working with me on how to "fix" these problems. Problems I can't explain anymore to her how they're not even there.
I have enough on my plate with out having to try and prove things like the fact that I trust my husband, that I'm not wanting to control him, that I actually like my own boobs and don't have low self-esteem about them, etc.
3) Stephen and I will be out of town for the 16-19th, so I won't have access to a computer.
4) Man, I have not shaved my legs in god knows how long. And with the pregnancy my hair is growing at a rapid rate. I look like a yetti or something.
You know unshaven legs are sexy and you want to be me. LMAO, jk.
5) Stephen wants to buy a gaming laptop.
How many gaming computers does it take to be complete? Hehe.
6) I'm not liking being pregnant.
I didn't just say that.
But because of the pregnancy stupid thoughts pop into your head and makes you upset.
It isn't fun.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
9/11It just occured to me that it was 9/11 (thanks to Stephen for pointing it out).
Whether you want to hear this or not- too damn bad. This is my blog. Don't like it, you may leave.
I, and so many other people I know, may not support this war. But I/we sure as hell support our troops.
Stephen (my darling and oh-so snappy husband) joined the Army after we were attacked 4 years ago. Because that's how he chose to fight this.
So whatever your political beliefs, thank a soldier today for fighting for our freedoms and helping protect them.
If you'd like to thank indivdual soldiers:
There are countless others, but these are some soldiers I know personally.
*Remember to thank their spouses too!*
Stupid...grrrLiberal ranting (not about liberals mind you) in
I am so sick of some Republicans seeing the likes of Al Sharpton, Kanye West and other celebrities, and etc and saying all Liberals are stupid.
Liberal TV? I think Righties woult shit themselves if we Liberals actually said to them "we feel the media is more Republican than Liberal, as the media never portrays what's really going in the world."
You righties say *we're* ridiculous and stupid. Well we aren't the ones who just say "ok!" to everything Bush says. As though it doesn't need to be questioned because he's a Republican.
Al Sharpton does not = ALL liberals.
Celebrities do not = ALL liberals (far from it).
Maybe I should go around and start saying that all Republicans are some crazy ass Christians who don't give a fuck about science and would love to kill everyone who hasn't excepted Jesus?
Or maybe you can stop saying all Liberals for the stupidity of one?
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Stupid dreamsI hate those dreams that make you mad and then you're still mad about whatever happened when you're awake the next day.
It's funny now, that I think about it. But at the time I was so pissed.
I dreamt that Stephen was like some sort of sex addict and had like a million affairs, with both men and women. One of the men being Tom Cruise.
I know- it's laughable now. But you can imagine how mad I was in the dream.
So I woke up and told Stephen about the dream (since he had woken up too. And then he told me how Katie Holmes is going to change her name and be Kate Cruise because Tom "suggested" it. I don't know which to slap first. Tom Cruise or Katie Holmes).
Anyhoo- so then I went back to sleep and had a dream that my celebrity friend, Katy was talking with my cousin Clare and Clare was saying that I was a bitch, and Katy was believing her. Then got the entire town to hate me.
And then we all played dodge ball.
Man I have the most kick ass dreams.
You wish you were me don't you.
Don't lie. I am a sexy-ass bitch you are all, right now, wishing you were me.
Man I'm a loser. heh
Ok, AND... I downloaded the Beta patch for City of Villains. It took all day but it's finally done. The bad news is that since this is Beta testing you can't play just whenever. So play time is from 5-7 my time, Monday-Friday.
Ugh! Why not before or after that time? Why at dinner time? Well that's fine. Chinese take-out from here on out! Not pizza though. God please no pizza! That's the one food that makes me sick even to think about.
Now I have to wait for the weekend to be over to play CoV and bide my time with Stephen and Ron and play stupid WoW when all I want to do is kick the asses of a few super-heroes!
Friday, September 09, 2005
craptastic cranberries!Ok, so since Stephen and my anniversary is coming up soon (on the 18th, but we're celebrating it this Wednesday since we'll be out of town on the 18th). So I made the theme of blog appropriate for the occasion.
Anyhoo- was flipping around blogs and came across this site and thought I'd share/steal some pictures! (BTW you can buy any of the T-shirts by clicking the link above).
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