To be, or not to be 31....

Well well well. Here it is, three days into November. Can you believe it? I know, I know. time goes by SOOOOOOO fast. And before you know it, my birthday will be here. Then, its downhill from there....then there is Thanksgiving, and Pearl Harbor Day...then its rolling faster on into Christmas Season, and of course, New Years Eve. Oh, and who could forget National Ding-a-ling day. And no smarty pants, that is not the official name for the day that I was born. Cause for those of you ding-a-lings that dont know, your day is December 12th. But, who could expect you to know that? you are mentally impared after all.

Anyhow, my birthday is approaching faster than expected. And I am not so sure that I am ready. So, I am thinking of re-scheduling. What's that you say? That I can't do that? The hell I cant. Obviously, you have not read the book of me. And number one rule in the book of me states (and I quote):

1. What I say goes. Period.

So see, if I decide to reschedule being 31 until like next year, then I fully have the ability to do so. Ha. And, don't put it past me. See, a year younger and no botox needed. Wow. i am so clever.

But, dont think for a min that just cause my birthday has been re-scheduled, if I decide to do so, that you dont have to get gifts. Cause you do. Obviously. Cause lets face it, being 31 is hard enough, and how am I supposed to be expected to face it without gifts??? Duh. Ain't happening.

Ain't happening!!!!

well, gatta run. I have much to do. Birthday decisions are big deals...especially when I am talking of rescheduling one.

Childlike Cravings

Okay, so crimp my hair

and douse me in electric youth,

but I have totally resorted to being a twelve year old. I have a new desire..and its name is Nintendo DS. And because the Nintendo DS is so totally gnarly, it has moved its way right to the top of my I want it Now list. Surprisingly, I don't want it in pink either. I want it in Blue. SIKE!!! Of course I want it in pink...cause we all know blue sucks.

Anyhow, I started scoping the DS out for possible Christmas gifts for the kiddos. And that's when I decided that these lil things are way cool. And because somedays at work I am so bored I could gag me with a spoon. So, I need a pastime for work. Cause clearly if I am not busy doing something, then I need to be cleaning. And cleaning sucks.

So, I went to Sam's club this weekend, and I was over looking at the DS's and saw that they had a game called Harvest Moon. Its like where you are a totally cool farmer and get to have John Deere tractors and all, and I want it. Plus, there is also a game of Deal or No Deal, and duh. Of course I want that one too! And they have cool games where you can pretend to have another profession, like wedding designer, and pop star, even a teacher...which of course I want cause I feel like a failure since I never followed thru on my teaching degree.

Oooh! And there is Price is Right....love it....and Petz Bunnies....too cute. Anyhow, I guess what I am admitting too here is that I am totally a crazy 30(not YET 31) year old gal who refuses to grow up. But so be it. At least I will have something to do when work is dead. Or undead I guess I should say. Besides, it wouldn't exactly be wasted time because if this whole mortician thing don't pan out, think of all the training Ill have being a great teacher, or even a rock star! So see! Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my Webkinz...cause at two they are having a free spin on the wheel of wonder. See ya, wouldn't want to be ya....

Grumbles

A reminder to you people ~my real friends~ that i am having a birthday soon. And by soon, I mean in 16 days til it happens. So gear up and get ready. And I expect presents damn you. Cause I need something to have to look forward to about being 31, and presents I think might help ease the pain.

Well, lets see. I really have nothing in particular that is of importance to disclose to you today, so I guess I will just have to ramble off some random gripes that I have that I think are totally note worthy. Obviously. Cause lets face it, everything that I say is not worthy. Dont hate, appreciate.

First of all, Biggest Loser. WTF?? I mean, I love love love the movie, cause it makes me feel good about myself. I mean, what else could have such a profound effect on me? It gives me the approval that I need when I am laying in bed on a Tuesday night scarfing down all the ice cream and snickers bars that i can get my hands on, cause since i dont weigh 300 lbs (yet) then its okay to have just one more bowl. right?? And cause I really like seeing people loose all that weight. It almost inspires me to work out myself. Almost.
BUT...then there is the issue of the wretched Bitch Vickie...you know Brady's wife. Gosh. Cant stand her. She is such a whiny self centered crab cake. And she makes me wish with every piece of my being that she never ever looses a pound. And that makes me feel kinda icky to feel that way about somebody. So I think she needs to be voted off the fat camp island. Cause Clearly the last thing I want when I am laying in bed eating my weight in junk food is to have some crazy bitchola wife making me feel worse about myself. So here is the bottom line Vickie...I am done with you and your sleezy (but handsome) hubby Brady. Cause you guys are like snakes. Sleezy. And next time your team has a challenge to do try to be a team player and get off your big complaining ass and take one for your team! *Grumble*

And then there is the issue of Law and Order SVU...like the show. Sorta. But I am wondering when Elliott and Oliva (Mariska Hargitay) ganna hook it up? I mean enough of the sexual tension already. Seriously, they make a great team...good friends and good partners. So get down and get dirty and get on with it. Geez.

And then there is the fact of the mascara. Well, even though i dont look like Cecila Jones per say, I can still do my own "Does it Work" experiments. So, I was watching TV the other day and saw an add for some new Loreal Double Xtend Beauty Tubes Mascara, and I wondered (possibly outloud) "Wonder if that works?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSoVJDl-dIc
So, while out our weekly trip to wal-mart, I purchased some of the coveted $9.00 mascara. And I tried it. Mostly, cause I wanted to see the lil "tubes" wash off like in the commercial.(click the link, watch the video, then you will understand.) And, I have to say that even though I was disappointed cause there were no actual "tubes" the mascara is really rockin. And so yes, it works. [Eat your heart out Cecila.]

No Deal!

Okay, so I watched Deal or No deal last night. Love that show first of all. And, last night we got a break from the norm of annoying contestants and had a real treat in Richie Bell. LOVE love loved him!! Anyhow, I was feeling kinda crabby and all and laying in bed being a crank-ass when the show came on, and for a moment almost changed the channel cause I didnt think that I could muster up the strength to put up with it last night. But then I met Richie and my whole outlook changed. He was the underdog everyone wants to root for, and I wanted him to win SOOOO bad! The only thing is that Richie made me miss my gay friends. I didnt realize I missed them so much, until Richie made me aware of it. And let me tell you ladies, if you dont have a gay man in your life, you best go out and get you one. (But be warned, they are like potato chips, you cant have just one!)

Gay men make the best friends ever, for many reasons, obviously.

For starters, they will honestly tell you which top looks the most smashing with your cute butt jeans...or which is the most trashing.

They know the best artsy~fartsy dives within a 400 mile radius, when they were opened, who ownes them, and everyone the owner has slept with. Trust me. Gay men know EVERYTHING.

They have the balls to tell you if its more than just a bad hair day.

They always have the best putdowns and the right comfort words to say when you bump into the skinny, blonde model bitch that stole your man. ("She is SO wearing last seasons Manolos." GASP.)

Clearly, they give the best gifts. They pay attention to detail and know what you REALLY want to receive. They give things you will actually use. And, will be checking to make sure that you use it! haha

They are the best to pair up with and watch a cheesy classical movie with. [Read: Oklahoma or Gone with the Wind] And wont make fun of you when you are bawling cause Rhett tells Scarlet he dont give a damn, cause they are crying too. And frankly, cause we have all had a Scarlett moment. And they are nothing to laugh about. Duh.

Anyhow, I love my gay friends. Dont get me wrong, I love my straight friends too. Sort of. But seriously, I get so offended at people who judge others based on their life decisions. So what if you think its wrong. (I thinks its wrong that you actually wear a perm in your hair. Ick.) And, its not your choice. And obviously there are far worse things in the world that being homosexual. Like being a republican. (just kidding.) So get off your high horse and quit looking down at others, before it bucks you off right into a pile of horse poo. Which is right where you deserve to be.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have to call my best gay friend and tell him to come home. I need a pedi and some highlights, and I cant bear to go thru it alone.

*ah, I almost forgot...Meet Richie. Isnt he wonderful?
http://www.nbc.com/Deal_or_No_Deal/video/clips/richie-bell/777881/

~ Toodles. ~

Ode to Abby, and Leno's laughs

OMG. So, you may or may not know, but my first love of my life is Gus. After that, there is another man that holds a special place in my heart. Ross. *sigh*
You know, the famous intern from Jay Leno. Love, Love, Love him. He is the epitome of hilarious. And, lets face it, what all gay men strive to be...boyishly cute, funny, and questionably famous. (but, famous or not, he still gets to gal pal around with Gweneth Paltrow! color me jealous.)

Anyhow, due to the fact that I am slightly infatuated with him, I watch Jay Leno every chance that I can get to catch a glimpse of Ross. (on top of stalking his blog.)

Last night was no exception. Even though there was no Ross sighting, I was however treated to a funny spoof about the election (of course) and I laughed my butt off. Now, I must take this time to thank Jay Leno and the writing team, cause after my bawl-fest of watching Abby's last appearance on ER (cant talk about it still...the wounds are too fresh) I was in need of something comical. I knew Ross was the quick fix i needed to bring me out of my ER induced depression. Even though NBC obviously let me down by not having Ross on the show, they more than made up for it by this election spoof that i aforementioned. It was wonderful. I laughed my butt off. And I am looking for a link to it, so that you can enjoy it as well, cause that is what kind of gal I am....I will go the to limit for you, my dedicated blog readers.

you have to go under the video, and scroll the video timer over to the second time break bar, or in other words, move the timer to 9:09. Its about a 4 min segment, and if you dont find it funny, then to heck with ya!

and, here it is. http://www.nbc.com/The_Tonight_Show_with_Jay_Leno/video/episodes/#vid=769161

Ah, and my blog would not be complete without a tribute to Dr. Lockhart, and the dance that made me a blubbering idiot. Goodbye Abby my friend, County General and I will miss you. * sniffle, sniffle*

Attempt for Peace

Okay, so in case you weren't aware, my birthday is ganna happen soon. And by soon, I mean in like less than a month. So, in case you haven't already began to worry yourself over what fabulous present you will be buying for me, you better get on it. Cause I can tell if your present is a last min. afterthought. And that is just tacky.

And, in case you didn't know, I will be 31. Yes. That's right 31. Blah. Which totally sucks cause now I am no longer ganna be just 30. And we all know that 31 is one year closer to 40. And that just blows. 30 came and went with no glitches, it just kinda came, and was, and then quietly left. And that was the end of that. Except now, 31 isn't being so nice. Its trying to act up. What a bitch 31 is beginning to be, and it hasn't even arrived yet!

So here it is 31, words to live by. And you better take note...or Ill refuse to acknowledge your crabby ass.

Dear 31,

Seriously, must you be so hateful? Your numerical sister, 30, came and went almost a year ago, and was very gracious in doing so. Why must you two be night and day? I know life has probably been very hard on you and all, following in her footsteps, seeing as how she is a monumental birthday, and you are just sequel to the big THREE-O. I know it hasn't ever been fair for you, after all, she gets balloons in her honor, t-shirts, paper cups and plates and all that jazz. I mean, shes even a lil catchy..."Fun and Flirty, just turned 30"...and "Dirty Thirty" Seriously! nothing really rhymes with Thirty-one. 30 is the "big one", (right after the monumental 21), that everyone plans for. No one really goes all out for 31. I can understand what hell it must be like to follow in her shadows all these years, and never really have much recognition for yourself, except maybe a few Hallmark cards. With that being said, even though you have had a rough time, it DOES NOT give you the right to be a revengeful bitch and ruin my day. I refuse to allow you to get me down, make me mad, or hurt my feelings. I propose a truce with you Ms. 31. You agree to no longer be a wretched, dreaded bitch, and I agree to throw you a party that all Annuals aspire to. To the deal I will bring tiaras, tacos, and everything pink. You will provide awesome presents, and hold off on the wrinkles. Its up to you 31, the ball is in your court - the decision is yours!
Love,
Me - Ms. Not quite yet 31

Fried crap on a stick

Okay, so yesterday I wrote about the fair and all my wonderful experiences there, but there was one other thing that I would like to add about the fair that I forgot to mention...what the heck is up with all the fried random things at the fair these days? I mean corn dogs I understand...cheese on a stick, most definately. Its awesome. But fried oreos??? Fried snickers? Fried Milky ways?? Fried twix??? I am sorry, but what tha??

Sounds like a bunch of stoned college kids sitting around munching down on a Snickers bar after toking a fat one...(cause you know, Snickers really satisfies) and saying "Dude, I bet if we fried this candy bar, it would be narley." I mean really. I bet that is what happened. For sure. Now I am curious.

And another thing, what tha heck is up with food on a stick now?? I mean we passed by one booth that had chicken on a stick, pork chops on a stick, steak on a stick....come on. I dont think that I need to put a wooden trowel in my food to make it taste good. What ever happened to forks and knives? I guess that at the Fair they do it for convenience, but who the hell goes to the fair to eat steak or pork chops anyhow?? Geez. You go to the fair to eat greasy fried stuff, like snickers and milky ways. Everyone know that.

And one more thing, I went to see the palm reader cause that was something that I had always wanted to do. When I walked in and asked her how much she said "$10." looks like being psychic and all she could have known that I wasnt ganna pay $10 for her to hold my hand, but I would have paid $5. You know, just cause I am curious and all. But looks like she could have forseen that. Cause lets face it, $5 is better than $0. Dang gypsies.

Sometimes the Fair just aint Fair...

Okay, so I took the munchkins to the fair yesterday, which seemed like a pretty dang good idea at the time if you ask me. I went and broke the kids outta school around noon, and let me tell you, that was a headache! Anyhow, once I got that all done (and they are in different buildings this year, mind you) we got back in the car and Rody the Righteous immediately began asking questions. It went a lil something like this...

Rody:"Do I have a dentist appt.?"
Me:"no."
Rody: "Do I have a doctor appt.?"
Me"No."
Rody:"Do you have a dentist appt.?"
Me:"no."
Rody:"Do YOU have a Doctor appt.?" - the look of fear beginning to increase in his face, the
level of fright increasing in his voice....
Me:"No."
Rody:"Did somebody die????"
Me:"Somewhere I am sure that they did, but to my knowledge, no one that we know.
I thought we would go to the fair.
Rody:"So, we are playing hookie?"
Me:"Sorta."
Rody"Did you tell the teacher we were going to the fair?"
Me:"No."
Rody:"Did you tell the teacher I had a doctor appointment?"
Me:"Not exactly. I just said you had an appt. thats all."
Rody:"So basically, you lied."
Me:"You want to do the right thing and stay at school then you go ahead!!!!! but you are ganna miss the fair, and its ganna be alot of fun!!! Its your choice! and by the way, people do it all the time, so its up to you!!!"

** gasp, outta breath.**

conversation over. Geez, what is wrong with my kids that being busted out of school makes them sweat breaking the rules. What prudes!

We made it into the fair grounds and immediately I had to stop and buy a round of Lemonade, because it was hot as hell out at the fair. And cause lemonade always tastes so much better at the fair. Maybe thats why it cost $4.00 an ounce, cause it is so good. Anyhow, after we all had a lemonade, we went to the midway and gave the lady locked in the plastic smoking box like a zillion dollars, so that the kids could ride two or three rides. Carnies don't play. Just so you know. And, carnies smoke. All of them. Alot. Just so you know. Another thing, some of them scare me just a lil.
We trudged down the midway, with all the carnies smelling fresh meat as we walked by. I looked ahead and ignored them, but then I realized I was alone. Oh no! the kids! They had the kids! Once I rescued the kids, I had to explain to them NEVER, under any circumstances make eye contact with the Carnies. EVER. Stetson said that the one Carney, the one with the most teeth told him he could win a PS3. I told Stetson he was a liar, and probably wanted to hack him up into lil pieces. Point proven.

Anyhow, once we made a round thru the midway without spending a single ticket, we went and strolled thru all the exhibit barns, cause that is what you do when you get old. And we bought a few things and wanted to buy a few things, but they wanted an arm and a leg for them. Those price gougers should talk to the carnies, I bet they have lots of arm and leg parts in their trailers. Just saying.

Anyhow, then it was time to get down to some serious business. I needed a cheese on a stick, and I needed it STAT, cause I was becoming kinda cranky, and cheese on a stick is truly a cure all. Except if you have a tummy ache, then prolly it is not a good idea. Anyhow, I dropped another quick $10 for my coveted cheese on a stick. Yumm. It was delicious. I really wanted another, but a lady mus'nt look like a pig. Besides, oral surgery scars didnt enjoy cheese on a stick as much as i did. Fair fun haters, those scars.

Next, I went and let the boys waste all their tickets on the midway. They thought it was fun. I thought it was hot. And not so much fun, but thats just the sacrifice we parents make for our kids. *grumble*

Then, I surprised the boys with a great thing...I bought us all tickets to the freak show...you know, the one that has the headless lady and the four eyed baby!! It was a great surprise!! And, not to be fooled...there actually was a real two headed cow in there. I saw it. And it was real.. and it almost made me get rid of my cheese on a stick. It wasnt a full size head, but a small nub on the side that actually had a mouth and everything. No eyes. Just nose and mouth. And thats all I can say about it, cause I am queesy just remembering. *shudder**

Then we went and watched the bear show. I think I liked it more than those kids. They were so cute! And the boys wanted one, and I told them no. Then they said "why not? you get everything you want!!" and i told them "we have a cat. make it walk on two legs in a circle on a ball and we will get a bear." they said no more.

After that, we went to see the BMX stunt riders, which the boys thought was awesome. I thought it was pretty cool too, you know, for a couple of bicycling has-beens. Anyhow, the boys were totally amazed, so I bought them a shirt each to get autographed. Sucker. I think it made the has-been's day more than the boys, cause here were two kids that thought they were stars. So they eagerly signed them. And Rody was so excited, he had to carry it for the rest of the night.

After that, we decided to have dinner at the fair. Cause it was getting on about 6:00, and thats what country people do, is eat at the fair. So we settled on frito pies. Cause that is what everyone agreed on. And let me tell you, talking about the two headed you-know-what earlier made me still taste that frito pie. And not in a good way.

Anyhow, we ate our frito pie, and then went to watch the pig show. I dont know which I liked better, the pig show or the bear show, cause both were pretty amazing. But, one thing, the boys didnt say they wanted a pig, so I guess they liked the bear show better.

From there we went to the Republican booth, where I gave this lady $20 and she gave us some yard signs, and car stickers, oh! and peanuts. But no free t-shirts. Cause "free" t-shirts at the Republican booth cost $20 more.

Then it was time to go. We had to leave the fair. Mainly cause we had seen everything and it was also a school night. But also because my frito pie and my cheese on a stick were not playing nice with each other. My tummy had had enough of the fair, and it was letting me know. So we left. And dang that ungrateful tummy, it complained all night long.

There's a stranger in my house...

Okay, so first and formost I have to thank Ms. Savannah for my absolutely and utterly cool layout. You rock my socks! And, in tribute to her, I am writting in black...cause she said that my page had so much pink on it, I would be begging to write in another color. Well, let me just say Ms. Savannah, there is no such thing as too much pink. ever. Just so you know. But, this once I will use black, just for you, since you are cooler than Brad Pitt ice skating naked. Just saying...



Anyhow, i must tell you guys what happened to me the other morning. i woke up, got the boys up to get ready for school, and after having next to no sleep and being totally foul in mood, I decided to drag back to bed for a few mins while they readied for school. I had just gotten back into bed, all situated style, nice and warm..in the pre-doze state of zoning out, and Stetson (my oldest) comes running into the room screaming and hollering at me..."MOM!! there is blood all over the bathroom! Its everywhere....and there is a footprint! Its horrible!" all frantic style. Now, let me assure you that your children do not run into the room screaming such absurdities without grabbing your attention. After I jumped out of bed, tripped over the heels that I was ganna pick up earlier (for the simple fact that I could forsee such an accident), cussed myself for not picking up the culprit heels, ran into the couch and then stepped on a METAL airplane (sharp lil sucker), made a mental note to self to yell at Rody later about not picking up his crap, and then regained my balance, I finally entered the bathroom. Now you can imagine what had run thru my mind...Someone broke into our house, cut himself on the broken window pane they were entering and then bled in the tub, which led me to the assumption that somewhere (possibly in the bathroom) I was ganna find a half-dead bleeding profusely intruder, and then what?? Then scenario #2 played out in my mind...he would beg for my forgivness and emergency assistance, at which point i would beat the crap out of him while he was down and make myself feel tough...but it was happening so fast I just really couldnt imagine what the cause for all the gore was. Well, I rounded the corner to the bathroom, and yes, there was indeed blood. A good size amount, but it was not anything that would make Dracula take note...it was just a fair size amount of blood. Defiantely not the exorburant amount I had imagined, and suprisingly enough, I was slightly disappointed! I had already pictured my lovely lil melon having a front page spot on the infamous Lamb Co. Leader news...I could see it already "Muscular Mortician saves family from sure death by defending her home from armed intruder". But, now those dreams were gone. *Sigh*

You see, the blood had apparently come from my cat. Yes, thats right, the pussy had bled in the tub.



There were footprints alright, just as Stetson had said, but they were of the feline variety. Not human. Not even close. Dutchess, my cat (quite a catchy name huh? Fits, considering her owner IS a princess) anyhow, Ms. Dutchess was forced to have her claws removed last week due to the fact that I am convinced she is the antiChrist, and was in fear of my eyes being sliced out in the middle of the night sometime when she decided she wanted to "play". So I had them removed. *Gasp* Yes, I know, you may think its crue and unusual. Well, to you I say "It wasnt your eyes". Anyhow, so the Mystery of The Bloody Bathtub was solved, and I didnt even have to phone Nancy Drew. I am so independent sometimes, I suprise myself!

Oral Surgery revisited

Okay, so most of you (the three readers that I have) are not aware of the fact that one week and one day ago, I had oral surgery. That, in case you were wondering, is otherwise known as 192 hours. Or, better yet, 11,520 mins., or you could even say 691,200 seconds full of absolute pain in my life! I mean, it HURT!! Now, I knew that it would not be an easy process, but I had NO idea it would be a near death experience. They did not tell me that. They just told me that it was, and I quote "a simple dental procedure that could lead to mild discomfort for a few days". They are liars. It was not simple, at least not on my end, and it damn sure was not mild discomfort, and obviously (see above) it has not been just a few days! It has been 691,200 seconds and counting for God's sake! haha!
I guess I should explain what I had done. It was called a Gingival Fiberotomy which is dental terms for "hurts like hell". Anyhow, basically the gist of it is that they go in and numb your mouth up by shooting numbing stuff weak enough not to even affect a fly into your gums, and also straight up into the roof of your mouth. Yeah, I know. Then they want to ask me if I am okay...no. I am not. But, with two sets of hands, a sucky thingy, and one very large drippy needle in my mouth, I just look the dentist in the eye and say "uh-huh." I just wonder if they ask that just because they know you cant actually talk anyhow, and you dang sure cant cuss them like you want to...i think they do it just for their own personal joy. Just a theory. Anyhow, once she got all the shots in she IMMEDIATELY began peeling the gum back and cutting these fibers around my teeth. These fibers act like rubber bands, but not just your average everyday rubber band..they are smart, and they have memory. Yeah, i know. weird, but its true. So, if you have bad teeth, like I did, and have braces to correct them then sometimes these little prodigy rubber bands remember where they use to be, and start pulling the tooth back to that spot, without even asking permission. They are little rebels too I guess. Anyhow, after that happened to me and I had braces put back on AGAIN to fix the problem, and then had them off again, it started to move AGAIN. So they told me this was the last resort, and it was nothing, really. WRONG. It was something alright! haha
She explained to me that these genius fibers are small, tiny tiny things that she would sever, and then they couldn't pull the tooth back. Kinda like instant Alzheimer's for the little buggers I guess. Anyhow, the small tiny tiny fibers that she described to me felt more like 2 inch copper wire being cut under my teeth, it was like a big SNIP...and then another, then another. Sometimes I guess they didnt want to let go, cause she would have to work it..kinda like cutting a stick with a pair of preschool dull scissors. It can be done, it just takes awhile...you get my drift? Anyhow, finally after about thirty mins., it was all over and done with, thank God. Then they were like, okay, all done. Just wear your invisalign and keep it in 24 hrs a day for 6 weeks. Oh, and here are a couple of Tylenol to help with the pain. Thats it? Tylenol?? The disappointment hit me like a kid on Halloween getting apples...I wanted something better! Show me the good stuff dang it! Anyhow, that was it. Then I was up and out, and the next person was brought into slaughter.. just like that. And here we are, 8 days later, still on a ice cream diet with the occasional splurge of Applesauce. Yum. I know, you are jealous. I never thought that I could despise ice cream so much, but frankly, I am tired of it.

Electrifying Electric Company Banquet

Oh grumble. What to rant on about today...let me see. First of all, I am highly aggravated because there are only a few (and by a few, I mean four) shades of pink in which to choose from in font colors, and technically there are only two, maybe just one actually that you can use and people can still read the text. So, naturally, I am piss off! How can they call that equal opportunity when they have blatantly given more attention to many more undeserving colors? So I used red, cause in the grand scheme of things, red is an offspring of pink. Some might argue it the other way, but I think that Pink came first, kinda like the chicken then the egg, cause lets face it, chickens are better than eggs. Nuff said.
Anyhow, had a rather boring and utterly uneventful night last night. Actually, I had a date. Not to excite anyone, cause it was with my two sons and my mother...but hey, its the closest thing that I have had in awhile...a LONG while. We went to the free buffet dinner at the REA meeting...cause what could be better than a date with your family than a free meal of all the fried food you can eat? Don't get me wrong, it looked wonderful, and I was starving since I haven't been able to eat "real food" since my oral surgery last Wednesday. So I loaded my plate up. I was determined to fill my tummy up on some yard bird that had been thrown into the vat of healthy veg oil and some overcooked cheese rolls. Yum. However, I was highly disappointed when I sat down because even though I was ready to eat again, my mouth was not. Stubborn thing that mouth. I tried to eat anyway, but in the end, the mouth won, and I sat there, still starving. I think the people outside could hear my tummy rumbling even over the loud roar of random conversation that filled the ag center. Lets face it, I WAS HUNGRY! and I was piss off that I couldnt eat even the bad grease soaked food that lay in front of me. To make matters worse, I still and to sit and suffer thru the THREE, yes I said THREE hour long meeting that could bore a bear to sleep...even a big, piss off bear! It was horrible. And between the boring speaker, the unleashed kids running around, the hum of many various conversations still going on despite the fact the meeting started, I was fit to be tied. As if that was not bad enough, the electric company hired some people to come and do balloon animal thingees for the kiddos, which was a big hit, but the dang guy parked his little balloon cart right behind me...and every time he exhaled too hard and popped one of those suckers it about sent me thru the roof...and made me wonder yet again what the hell I was doing there! haha Anyhow, I lived thru it (barely), got to see some good people ( just a few) and had fiver glasses of some okay sweet tea (it was too strong). Good thing is, it is over, I made my appearance, and have a WHOLE year to prepare for the next one! haha

Intro

Okay, so I started a blog. I guess cause I really figured the other three hundred and ninety two million things that I have to do everyday left me still too much free time. Besides, I thought it might be a good way for me, lil miss reserved *tehee*, to learn to express myself freely. Besides, I guess it is just as well to be wasting my precious, valuable time doing this as something else. Right? Thats what I thought. So, anyhow, this is my new hobby. I dont expect to win the hearts of various Americans that I have never nor will never meet, as a matter of fact, my blog is private and limited to a select few fabulous people who are granted the privlege of reading it by ME, the all knowing!

Basically, what that means is if you are reading this then you should consider yourself damn lucky (or a damn fool for wasting all your time reading all my nonsense garbage! hah) but, I shall let you decide that all for yourself. Besides, Amanda has a blog, and it was so damn cute I had to have one of my own. Yes, thats right, I was jealous. There, I said it. Now, we must not have to dwell on it, should we? Anyhow, enough for now. I have work that is calling my name. I have tried to ignore it to no avail. Until next time then....