Wednesday, October 28, 2009
More reason to not like Halloween
Being trapped.I hate putting up my Halloween decorations only for them to become a beacon for every evangelist within 10 miles of me to swarm my house and sell me their religion.
Yeah yeah yeah Halloween is an evil terrible holiday. Blah blah blah.
I mean- they may be able to not wear scarey costumes and stand up against all the demons and ghosts who come down to drag us to Hell- but I'm just not that strong!
I need to dress like a cute little kitty cat to not be dragged to Hell!
Plus I want the candy.
So let me celebrate Halloween and put up spider webs and jack-o-lanterns without having to hear about the evils of Halloween.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Jack-o-Lantern making aGoGo
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I hate Halloween...
Ok, no, that's not true. Not really. It's maybe 10% true.Truth is I adore Halloween and it's my 2nd favorite holiday (after Easter- better colors).
I mean my kids are still at that age where they can go Trick-or-Treating, but I (umm, and Stephen) get to eat most of their candy. No I don't give my 3 and 1 year old sack fulls of Halloween candy- are you nuts?!
Call me mean, I don't care- the candy is MINE! Mwahahaha
I love the dressing up too. Come on now, I'm a huge theater dork, how can I not love dressing up?
But then there's that side of Halloween I haate. You know- the whole scarey thing. Hate hate hate hate hate!
Let me put it this way- you know that movie Gremlins? You know how it's always in the kid section of DVDs? I am appalled it's there as it is probably one of the scariest movies to me.
Yeah- that one. And just to see if I would think it was lame after all these years I watched it again in my 20s- nope, still gave me nightmares!
Oh have I convinced you yet that I'm a total r-tard loser? Ohhhhoo, just you wait!
Now I love the Saw movies (I know, weird huh)- but everytime I watch them I get freaked out some crazy in a pig mask is gonna think I'm not living my life tot he fullest and come get me and I'll wake up in some crazy ass contraption and have to kill one of my kids to get the key or something.
Do. Not. Want.
I don't want to see scarey movie previews. At all. Thank god for DVR, now I can just fast-foward through them.
And Halloween parties- yeah k no. I mean, unless it's a kids one... maybe.
I don't do haunted houses, or things in pitch black not in my own house- or at night.
I guess maybe it's a control thing- I do have that problem. I like the control. I don't like being vulnerable- even to the point of missing out on fun activities.
You know what's really sad? I'm debating whether or not to post this because I honestly think that people will use this information to scare me. That really is what I think of people- like we're all still in Jr. High and you tell some one you can't swim so they decide to throw you in the deep end of the pool (true story, my heart still beats fast when I think of it).
But whether or not this is a control issue- I still really don't want some pig mask person leaping out for me from my closet.... :(
Thursday, October 22, 2009
If you think this blog is about you... it probably is
So I know this person.I've known her for a long, long long long... super duper long time.
She's a feminist and said she would vote for a woman for president no matter what- just to get her in the White House. Get our foot in the door.
Unless that woman is a Republican.
She's middle of the road and tolerant.
Unless you disagree with her.
Before I met my husband I saw and heard my fair share of enough Right-winged crazies. I've heard I'm not for my family because I lean to the left. I've heard the word "Liberal" spewed out of people's mouths as though it were rat poison. The list goes on and on.
Now that I'm married to a Conservative I get to hear the crap the Leftist elites spew out.
As if I didn't hate people enough as it is- now I hate people even more.
Hypocrites are probably in my top 5 more hated types of people.
With Obama (I'm sorry, I mean Our Lord and Saviour) winning the Nobel Peace Prize recently some people's true character has come out.
It became disgustingly apparant to me how cheaply people can be bought and sold.
Forget he was nominated what- 2 weeks(?) before taking office and since taking office has done... ummm... some speaches and stuff. Sure he might not do everything everyone wants him to- but do something. At least something worthy of such a prestigious (sp?) award. You happening to be born 1/2 black and have great camera presence means diddly squat to most people.
Oh crap, I forgot- by thinking this, by saying this, I'm a racist. And that's what this is about. People are scared of being called a racist. I think most people would welcome a gang raping up the ass rather than be called a racist.
But guess what, disagreeing with someone doesn't make you a racist. And french kissing the ass of those in power doesn't make you better.
I say that to all the Bush supporters out there who have yet to scrape the Bush bumper stickers off their cars, etc.
I mention Obama's Peace prize because some people went bat shit crazy over it.
These people were bought so incredibley cheap by our President that all he had to do was flash a smile and, like drones, they followed him- leaving behind any sort of Conservative or Republican friend, family member, or aquintance they once had.
And those people might as well be from a different species as Stephen and I. We just don't understand how anyone, left or right, can let politics have that much effect on them.
I'm wondering if those leaving behind their Conservative friends and family would sneer and snicker and be pissed at those who disowned their child for being gay?
Um, let me stop and make a disclaimer here really quick. I'm not saying that all Conservatives are against Obama's Nobel Peace Prize because he's a Democrat. And I'm not saying all Conservatives would disown their child for being gay. I was just using examples....
Anyway.
It makes me feel sad and alone to think that there are so few actual middle of road people, like me, left.
And I feel even more alone when those who are hypocritical and lean to the extreme tell me their tolerant...
sigh
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
A little here and there...
I don't have one thing to blog about- at least nothing worthy of an entire bog- so it's time for more bullets.But just because I miss it doesn't mean I should go back. It's been a long long long... looooong time since I did any theater. Honestly I don't know if I can anymore. Have you ever seen that old ass movie The Joy Luck Club? Ok, so there's a little girl who was likesome chess genius- she understood it, could see moves 5 steps ahead, and then lost it. Couldn't see all the tricks, etc. I swear the same thing happened to me. Ok, so I'm nowhere near being a chess genius- err a genius- but I used to be able to understand theater. I could read 5 lines ahead, think about how to deliver th next line while delivering my current line.
I can't even remember my name now- let alone a script... lol.
So I'll just keep my memories and leave it at that.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Bullets! Ka-Pew! ka-Pew!... again
I'm just kidding I totally love Gymboree
Oh, don't get me wrong we are SOOOO going real Trick-or-Treating. Pffft! I don't get the whole trick-or-treating in a mall crap.
Yeah, k, that's all I gots for now.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Oh boy! I don't have cancer!
About a month or so ago I noticed the mole by my eye had changed.Now, I'm a pretty moley person- I'm not sure you can be Italian and Mexican and not have a crap ton of moles.
I'm also a hypochondriach so I keep an eye on my moles- always have. Admittedly I've seen stuff that wasn't there- running to my mom crying that I think I have cancer because a mole on my arms "changed" (it didn't really, but it's amazing what you can see with a vivid imagination).
My mom rolled her eyes and said "you don't have cancer now go play!"
But the mole by my eye really did grow and get bigger and change color. So I went to the doctor's.
That was, uh, interesting- going into that doctor's office. It was for all things skin related- so the kids and I were sitting in the waiting room with people waiting for their Botox shot and the people truly sick, with walkers. That was strange and a little scarey. It was hard not to be upset- I wanted to blog about it then, but... I thought it best to wait.
So the doctor did a biopsy and scraped off my mole and sent it off to the lab.
Finally this morning they called and said everything was fine- not even a hint of a malignant tumor.
So.. Yay! I don't have cancer!
I do, on the other hand, have the flu... so I'm going back to bed.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Because I can't think of anything else....
I can't think of anything to blog about so I'm copying and pasting a blog I posted on my MySpace page here.A while ago my family and I decided to start writing our memories- we had an "interesting" family and thought since every other family is coming out with books and such (the Duggars, Jon and Kate, etc) we figured- ooh why not? Fun! So here's one entry from me:
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Ahoy mateys! There be animals on this here ship!
If it wasn't already evident I, we, did not have a "normal" childhood.
While other children were playing with their new store-bought toys- their toys of the latest and most popular characters- we were in the backyard with shovels, dirt, bicycles with no tires and anything else we could find.
One of my personal favorite games to play was Pirates. Every now and then it would start to rain. This was not your every day rain. Rain that replenished the Earth. Rain you could smell coming from miles and hours away. Rain that made the dirt smell like rich soil. Rain that made the grass smell like life.
We craved days like this. On these days we found a new sense of excitement and ran outside gathering every peice of scrap wood from old fences and god knows where else. We scrambled before the "storm" hit to make a Pirate ship.
The rain would start and suddenly we were amongst the high seas- a storm raging, and we were deperately trying to survive.
I was the captain- always. My need for control was great and I thrived and fed off it especially in this game. Using an old bicycle tire as a helm I brought us through the waves.
Every now and then one of the "crew" (usually Anne or Kathleen) would get blown overboard and another member of our crew would jump off to save them and swim back to our ship.
I loved these days. Even now when rain like that comes I have to take a moment to smell the beauty of it and an excitement comes over me.
On days when it wasn't raining- which was quite a few- we would occasionally play indoors. Our games, for some reason, most of the time involved animals.
Four of us would get into a corner of the living room. The referee (otherwise known as Diana who did not want to wrestle) would yell GO! and we- each having picked the animal he or she was representing would tear out of our "cages" and attack!
This was a much needed game. 10 people living in a smaller house. 8 children all wanting individual attention. Pent up anger and frustration all came out in this game. It was our Fight Club and we loved it. Sweaty wild animals tearing at each other- what could be better?!
When we weren't playing pirates, trying to kill each other or survive we would often explore. Oh we loved to explore. Not more than 3 days would go by with out someone suggesting we go dig for buried treasure.
Out to the backyard we ran to the same spot we always dug for treasure. Under the Mulberry tree where no grass grew we split into teams. First we'd all start digging. When the hole got big enough and deep enough a couple of us would hop down inside scooping out the loose dirt and digging deeper; the rest stayed on top digging wider. I'm not sure why we kept digging in the same spot hoping to find... something. Anything.
One time we hit a tree branch and for a moment we were overwhelmed with excitement at the possibility that it could be dinosaur bone.
We also had prime spots where we just *knew* treasure was hidden and burried but could not get into.
The closet in Barry's room. The wood planks just seemed "off." as though the house didn't add up and if we could just break through that bit of wall we'd find wonders from long ago.
The square of cement on the back patio. Everywhere else was smooth and neat. This was like a door of cement with no handle. We tried everything to pry it up. Even a crow bar- but our imp like child bodies couldn't budge it.
I'm not sure about the others- but to me the possibility of something better, something hidden, something secret was in a way the most exciting thing to me as a child.
I'd often have day dreams about a wealthy older couple asking mom and dad if they could adopt us- and we'd be whisked away to their mansion and given every material luxery. Including name brand sugary snacks!
We never found any treasure- looking back though I realize we gained so much more. A bond with each other that goes deeper than blood. In exploring our surroundings we were building relationships that would shape our lives and carry us into adulthood.
Monday, October 12, 2009
My husband is crazy... or maybe not
Stephen and I have this ongoing, uhh, "discussion" for a while now.He thinks strawberries are too tart and puts sugar on them.
I on the other hand thinks he's completely insane and that strawberries don't need any extra sugar.
He also thinks cereals like Honey Bunches of Oats aren't sweet enough- bland flakes with granola he says.
Again, I think he's insane and that cereal is perfectly sweet.
So, do you add sugar to your strawberries and think that cereals like Honey Bunches of Oats aren't sweet enough; or
Friday, October 09, 2009
omg- they're twins!
Here's Stephen when he was 5:
and Paul at this year's Ren Fest:
Thursday, October 08, 2009
My review of Knowing...
...It sucked.You're welcome.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Post about kid stuff
Monday, October 05, 2009
The end is upon you guys...
Let me just start by admitting something.I, honestly, think that when the end of the world comes I will survive it.
Not that I'm building a bomb shelter in my back yard or have a space shuttle to take me above everything until it's not as deadly....
Nope I just think somehow, by some crazy ass miracle or by pure luck, I will survive it.
Of course after it's all over reality will settle in and I'll be horrified and wonder why I survived, it's not like I can call 911 when I get sick or have a heart attack or anything. I don't really think this through- I just assume I'm going to survive.
Maybe I just admitted that I am that crazy....
Sunday, October 04, 2009
I hate the snow.. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it!
Ok, no- it didn't snow here. Not yet anyway. But last night was so unbelievable cold I was laying in bed (under a sheet, a down comforter and quilt wearing Stephen's sweat pants, a sweater and socks) shivvering and thinking how it's only going to get worse.Growing up in southern California snow was... magical
On special occasions we'd drive up into the mountains to go play in it. Usually to where snow had mostly melted. And then we drove home when we were sick of it.
Then I, we, lived in places where it snowed... in our backyard. Places we couldn't just go home to get away from it. Now I know why people vacation in Florida for winters- they're not stupid. Richer than we ever were and than I am now.
Snow used to be magical- it sparkles! You can make things with it! I loved it, until I lived in it.
Snow is fucking COLD!
With kids it's even worse! Just getting Paul dressed to go out and play took about 30-40 minutes. He was wrapped from head to toe. We go outside ad he waddled around for about 10-15 minutes, occassionally bending down to touch some, before crying to go back inside.
Then I'm left with the conundrum of making him stay outside because he begged to go out and it took us this long to get ready and I'll freeze first, so go play! Or waste all that time bundling him up so we can go inside to where it's warm.
Then we get inside and take off all our wet things and it takes just as long to take off as it is to put on. Now I'm wet and the heat of the house is making me sweat under everything and all I want to do is take this darn sweater off of him but he's screaming and holding it down....
And now I have 2 kids to take out to play in the snow.
I want them to have fun in it and would never take away their opportunity to play in it just because it's evil and I hate it!
Oh yeah, AND I can't wear my flip-flops in the snow. See? Snow is stupid.
AND I think it's sad that- like on Christmas morning after we opened our presents, we got to go outside and play with them! One year we all got rollerblades and ran out to try them out... not possible in 500 inches of snow.
All those poor kids wh get bikes fo Christmas have to stare out the window and wait for the spring.
It's no wonder peopleget depressed in winter.
