Excuse My Muse

Hiya tbloggers!

Haven't blogged in a few days, just been trying to kick this cold. *cough hack ahhhchooo*

No much to blog about lately really...just been a few boring days all bunged together. Hubs been working his regular job and then doing some drywall work on the weekends for his aunt in the city. The weather today is lovely...a perfect Autumn day! Sunny, warm, golden colored leaves everywhere and a crisp clean fresh feeling to the air. Might go do a little shopping today IF I can muster up the energy to get dressed? We'll see...might just have a day of puttering around seeing what I can get done and what can wait until tomorrow. Oh yes, forgot, my dryer's element went yesterday right in the middle of a HUGE pile of laundry that must get done! Great timing...NOT! I'm sure it will be at least a week befor it's fixed and I have no clothes line outside so I sure hope my FIL will let me use his or we'll all be wandering around nekkid for the next week....not real sure hubs boss would like that much ;)

Off I go to have a day....you all have a day too :)

Something tragic happened in my little town yesterday. Around 4:30pm a loud explosion was heard followed by the sound of sirens. Apparently, from what I've read in the paper and heard on the news and from various people here, a moblie home a few blocks from me exploded. A gas leak is suspected, neighbors say they could smell gas for 2 days befor this incident. A 16 year old boy came out of the home on fire and was air lifed to hospital with 3rd degree burns to 60% of his body. An elderly lady, presumably the grandma, and a 2 or 3yr old little girl are dead. Things like this effect our small community as everyone know's everyone else. The boy is a student at my daughters high school, where I'm sure there are post-tragedy support workers today. What I don't understand is why no one called the gas company if they smelled gas? They say they didn't know if the people residing in the home had done so or not...why take the chance? Ask them, or take the lead and make the call yourself. Maybe it's just me, but I always think ahead when it comes to things like that...I think of the what if's and if I can prevent them.
My prayers are with the family.

I heard a news story this morning that appauled me.

Sometimes the human race is a dissapointment to me...sometimes the nature of people enrages me...and sometimes the lack of human compassion discusts me...today is one of those days.

In Surry, British Columbia, Canada. A 77 year old man was taking his daily 6am walk, as he has for over 10 years when he was crossing an intersection with the pedestian light when he was struck and drug by a vehical. The vehical continued to drive away, leaving the elderly and injured man in the middle of the intersection. Here's the kicker...not only did the the person who hit him run, but at least 15 other vehicals proceded to drive past and around the injured man! Finally one person stopped to help the hit and run victim. The person who stopped to help says that people had to have seen the man laying in the intersection, and not only seen him but had to swerve around him to continue making their left turns. The victim has had surgery and is now in ICU.

His family, friends, and people who have heard this story are rightfully appauled at the nature of the human race on this day...and I don't blame them. How on earth could people see a person in need and just drive past, no sorry - around, him??? How could a person not stop to help? Are our lives so busy, are our hearts so empty, that we do not find it in ourselves to stop to help another human being? This story of the total disreguard and lack of compassion for another living soul makes me sick.

If Karma has anything to do with it I'm sure the person who hit this man, and the people behind him/her who then proceeded to pass by without stopping are going to find themselves in need one day and there will be no one there to help them.

I feel so lazy, icky-sicky today. It's really not a full blown cold or flu but I hate feeling this way...I am a baby. Yesterday I think I drank about 10 bottles of water cuz my throat feels sooo scratchy and dry...it didn't work though. Woke up today, again with no voice until the 2 cups of hot coffee kicked in...voice yes, but pain is still there along with some annoying sneezing that threatens to explode my face.

I know...your thinking take some cold meds and stop all your petty whining! 

I don't take cold meds, they just give me false hope. All of a sudden you feel a little better and then a couple of hours later you are let down and feel rotten once again. I'd rather feel rotten all at once in order to recognize when I actually do feel better!

There really is stuff I should be getting done around here...dishes, laundry, floors. I just don't feel like doing anything but vegging out, blogging, and sniping at anyone who dares talk to me. Too bad no one's home *wink* My dd must have had a clue that I'm not in the best of moods cuz she took a lunch to school which she never does...I'm pretty sure it was to avoid me.

Ok...I will end your suffering...wish I could end mine too...Off I go to have a day.

This is a rant I felt I have to express in reguards to this article http://news.sympatico.msn.ca/Entertainment/ContentP osting.aspx?contentid=c1b4c7df4b ba464487f98d1269d3ba6a&am p" title="http://news.sympatico.msn.ca/Entertainment/ContentP osting.aspx?contentid=c1b4c7df4b ba464487f98d1269d3ba6a&am p" target="_blank"http://news.sympatico.msn.ca/...;show=False&number=0& amp;showbyline=False& subtitle=&abc=abc about Paris Hilton.

   Ok...so tell me...what 23yr old has the right, or even the life experience to write their "memoirs"? Cummon...really all it is, is a fashion girly mag made into book form, no? I don't care for her much...hey, how about I make a sex tape, distribute it on the net and become famous....maybe then I can wear a tiara too! Puuuuullllleeeeeezzzzzzzz z! The fame she has acquired isn't because she has any acting, singing, dancing or writing talent, it's all because she is an hotel-chain heiress who spread her legs for all the world to see.

Did you know that it is scientific fact that when a woman is pregnant her brain shrinks? Yes, it's true! And, it doesn't return back to normal for up to 6 months after the birth. Interesting...so it's true when your bumping into walls, forgetting what your saying in the middle of a sentence, and having that hazy feeling...you really do have baby-brain!

I'm not pregant so what's my excuse???

...was pretty uneventful, with the exception of MIL's visit.

Saturday:
Hubs goes to work for most of the day while I slave over the stove cooking a roast beef with all the trimmings meal for his mom's arrival.

Hubs picks up MIL just in time for supper. He shows her around our new home...she was all Ooooo's and Awww's and I prayed for this to happen for you. So did I lady, so did I! We sit down to eat, dish ourselves up and as I'm about to start shoveling in the roast beef goodness I gotta drop my fork for a prayer....I had forgotten who I was dining with. I was blessed for preparing the meal. I'm hardly ever even thanked for cooking a meal so to be blessed for making one was fab indeed ;)

We watched a movie, Ella Enchanted, which my dd left in the middle of to sleep over at a friends. That turned out ok cuz it free'd up a bed for MIL...ha! Didn't have to give up mine :) Nice tame movie for MIL to watch...then out came Kill Bill Vol. 2 I thought for sure she'd go to bed when hubs put that one on...due to all the ungodly violence, but nope, she stayed up and watched the whole thing and rather enjoyed it...surprize-surprize.

Sunday:

Wake up to some rather loud earth-quake like sound...thought it was the dog jigging out...nope, was MIL snoring!

I hope out of bed to make some coffee...*boom-crash* my bedframe breaks and hits the floor! Now I'm an itty-bitty petite thing so I'm pretty sure it wasn't my fault. Hubs thinks otherwise...commence bitching!

FIL drops by for coffe (MIL's Ex) MIL hides in bedroom pretending she doesn't know anyone is here. FIL leaves...MIL reappears.

I then sit for a few hours and listen to hubs and MIL talk, argue, agree, disagree, talk, argue, bitch and complain.

Hahahaha...FIL walks in...no where for MIL to hide this time, FIL has seen her! *silently giggle to myself and wink at FIL*

FIL has coffe, cracks some jokes at MIL's expence...exit FIL.

Hubs hooks up printer....FINALLY!!!!!

Hubs takes pity on me and takes MIL back to the city and he drywalls for the rest of the day.

Peace & Quite at last....big fat nap for me :)

Woke up this morning with a very raw throat and a whisper of a voice...which made hubs laugh...the jerkoff.

I figure that a gargle of warm salt water would sort me out...puked in the sink...used to much salt.

Yeah, it was the start of one of those mornings.

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....delete a comment made on my blog?

:roll: Great, tblog is on the fritz again.

Can't read any of my tfriends blogs due to some sorta technical difficulties. Just when you thought all was running smooth they throw a glitch into my day.

Other than tblogs tfarts the day seems to be going well so far...mind you it's only 10am so I'm sure the day hasn't decided what to throw at me yet ;)

Yesterday hubs came home early due to work difficulties. Apparently their bobcat was stolen the night befor! Luckily hubs and the boss man found it...someone took it for a joyride and left it at a dead end just outside of town. Looks like they almost rolled it, it was kinda sitting on a lean and had a broken back window. It wasn't hot-wired though, so it had to be someone who knew that all Case machienry can be started with any Case key. So no work with the bobcat for a few days.

Got word yesterday that mom-in-law is on her way to our area today. Apparently 90 something grandpa isn't doing so well :( We hardly ever see hubs mom so hopefully she will call us when she gets into the city so we can pick her up and bring her out to see the new house. She's a preaching Christian lady (hubs was named after an evagalist *rolls eyes*) but once you get over that part of her character she's a very loving and caring lady. I don't mind so much, because I can talk about any belief system, but hubs has had a life time of her preaching so his tollerance isn't as high as mine is when she starts on a JC tangent..lol ;)

DD woke up with a cold today...last weekend her friend had one so a sleep over was cancelled...looks like this weekends sleep over will be cancelled also....haven't told her that yet though. I'm sure it will provide some whining, yelling, stomping of feet and slamming doors. She's just approching 13, oh the joys of raising a teenage girl ;)

On a happy note, it's payday Friday :)

On a not-so-happy note, gotta clean the house for MIL's arrival. Sure we moved here a few months ago but there is still some clutter from stuff that still hasn't found a home here yet. Maybe if I just stack it all in a corner no one will notice?

Happy Day Tbloggers

Hubs comes home last night and desides around Midnight to tinker around and connect another set of speakers to my computer. I was just veggin' watching tv when he summons me to view his handywork.

My gawd...10 freakin' speakers! Yup, you read that right, he hooked up 10 speakers...I can't believe it. I mean really, is that nessasary???

He does all this for me...sweet thought, but it was the printer I wanted hooked up!

Men...don't take directions well and won't ask for them either!

 

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D

I'm a happy, happy girl! I'm sitting here infront of 17" of flat screen LCD fantabulousness!

Oh it's lovely...I can see every single tiny word even from waaaayyyy back here!

Guess I'm a typical girly-girl...call me crazy but unexpected prezzies get me all fired up and in the mood ;)

Hubs is wonderful *swoon*

:D Well lookie here....I was checking out Hot Blogs and what do I spy...my blog in the top 100 *does happy dance* lol...so I'm number 81...I've always liked that number :)

:lol: Bet that caught your attention!

Not literally smoking vasectomies but rather smoking and vasectomies as two seperate subjects.

I just watched a vasectomy perfomed on tv. I really don't know what all the fuss is about for men? It only took 5 minutes to perform the procedure, was non-evasive, and pain-free...they guy didn't even flinch when they gave him the numbing needle. I think if more men were educated on how much of a big deal it's not, then more men would have it done. It sure beats the evasive and life threating procedure women have to go through to have their tubes tied.

Smoking...arrrgggg. I wish I had never started. I am on about my 5th attemt of quitting, and I'm doing pretty good, if I do say so myself. I do it the easier-for-me way, the cutting down method. It's not only easier for me but it's also easier on my family and anyone who comes into contact with me. This way I'm not as bitchy and mean as I would be if I were to go cold turkey. So far, so good. In a week I have cut down my smoking by half...pretty good for a semi-heavy smoker, no? The next deterrant on my quit smoking list, going outside to smoke. Now that the weather is cooler, especially in the mornings and evenings, I am hoping it will deter my cravings. If not, I guess I will develope a love of the cool, crisp fresh air and how the smoke looks twirling up into the air along with my frosty breath! I am giving myself plenty of time to quit, as not to send my system into a terrible shock..lol. I just hope by the New Year I am smoke free....wish me luck!

:D I'm so very pleased to see that my blog been visited 1000 times...1003 actually! When I started blogging just about a month ago I thought no one would want to read what I have to write, and that I certainly wouldn't make any tfriends...sometimes ya just gotta luv it when your wrong! I've met some really great people and have had fun just blogging away.

Righty then, gotta go, dh just came home with a movie - The Punisher...never heard of it...hope it's good.

Oh yea...tomorrow AM I'm up early for 4hrs of Coffee & all new episodes of Corrie...been having withdrawls!
Yes, peace, quiet, coffee and corrie...now that's a great start to any Sunday :)

I’m stuck in a rut
Of not knowing what to do
I’m stuck in a rut
Of living for you

I’m stuck in a rut
Of melding days and nights
I’m stuck in a rut
Of forced smiles and fights

I’m stuck in a rut
Of compliments and complaints
I’m stuck in a rut
Of sinners and saints

I’m stuck in a rut
Of gossip and deceit
I’m stuck in a rut
Of trying to feel complete

I’m stuck in a rut
Of pleasure and pain
I’m stuck in a rut
Of sunshine and rain

I’m stuck in a rut
Of not knowing what to do
I’m stuck in a rut
Of living for you

LeananSidhe
Copyright September 2004.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW

...how to fall in love without losing herself...

...How to lose herself while making love...

...how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...

...when to try harder ... and when to walk away...

...how to have a good time at a party she'd never
choose to attend...

...how to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely she'll get it...

...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...

...that her childhood may not have been perfect ...but its over...

...what she would and wouldn't do for love ...

...how to live alone ... even if she doesn't like it...

...whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...

...where to go ... be it to her best friend's kitchen table ... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing...

...what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month ... and a year...

Today in the news:

   1. Some sicko in Saskatoon, SK. (Canada) has gone on a dog poisoning spree. This person has laced cocktail weiners with stricnine (sp?) and spread them throughout a busy neighborhood park near a playground. 5 dogs have already died, 2 more have gotten sick, one recovered and one, a golden retriever, is still in ICU.

   I really don't know what kind of person could do such a thing, not to mention what could have happened if a young child would have picked one up and put it in their mouth! I think perhaps if they find the person responsible that they should be forced to eat their own creation and find out how it feels to die in such a horrific way.

   2. This story comes from Calgary, AB. (Canada) A newborn baby boy was found in a garbage can outside of a home by a woman walking down the street. Apparently a 15yr. old girl had given birth in her home while looking after her younger siblings while their parents were out. Neither the siblings or parents knew she was pregnant, but the mother suspected but never mentioned it. It's a good thing the child was found in time as it also lead to finding the mother inside the home who had lost alot of blood during the delivery and was taken to hospital. The baby is in child services custody healthy and the mother is also fine.

    It's a great saddness that in this day and age, with all the resorces available, that a child must be so afraid of what their parents, peers and society will think of them if they become pregnant. This girl who, out of sheer panic and fear did a horrible thing, but isn't it also a horrible shame that she felt so alone and scared that she could not even tell her parents? Sure, it's not an ideal situation for a 15yr old to find herself in, believe me I know, but as a parent I would much rather know so I could help my child make decisions and get the care she needs and deserves. To hell with what people might think, to hell with my own feelings about the situation, as a parent I would rather know and deal with it than to ever have my child feel so afraid and alone.

Bad moods are grazing free range around here...is it something in the air?

It seems to be contagious, first hubs, then the child, and if mum's not happy - no one's gonna be!

Gotta make chili today...why? Because hubs and dd want it. I hate making chili. I can't stand the smell of ground beef cooking....makes me wanna hurl.

It's a nice sunny, crisp Autumn day. Makes me feel like opening all the windows and turning up the tunes....maybe that will get rid of some of this thick man-with-pms vibe outta here?!

Off I go....Have a day :)

 

Snagged this quiz from Mahabarath...luv Shivworld!


You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

The energy in the air in my home this morning is thick. It reaks of arrogance, foul moods and anger.
It's enough to send me into a pouty depression.
Where's my chocolate...

Take the quiz: "What does your birth month reveal about you?"

February
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent andclever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

Weirdo quiz I snagged from Rinna....thanks Rinna!

I knew I could drive a man to drool...but foam at the mouth?


Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.

p.s.

   I forgot to mention that another reason I am cranky is because I cannot, for the life of me, find a music code site that's codes actually work...grrrr. I cut, I paste, I refresh, and nothing...blank F'n space and no tunes to be heard...no vid's to be seen. Oh, and when I do find a code that actually works, it's too a song or vid I just don't like but c&p'ed just to see if it would work.

   My poor blog....all she want's is a tune for her readers to enjoy.

Please excuse me while I rant awhile...

   Why the hell is it that people always want something from me? Be it a task, opinion, help, or just my time in general? Don't they know there's only 24 hours in my day as well...and I wouldn't mind some of that time to be just for me!

   Oh sure, it's not a bad thing being needed...even wanted but cumm'on people, I have wants and needs too. *shock horror!* Today was to be a lazy, don't brush my hair, stay in my pj's kinda day.

   This one wants me to think and plan, that one want's me to cook, another one want's me to actually get dressed and ready to go to the casino, of all places - somewhere you would never find me - to grandma sit because she's bored. For F sakes! All I wanna do is sit on the sofa, eat, and watch the movie I rented last night. They say "why sit and home to watch a movie when you can go out?" Cuz I paid the money for it and I friggin' want to watch it! 

  All I ask is for a tiny bit of ME time...is that sooooo much to ask for? Afterall, my days are consumed with doing tasks for others. I enjoy being a mom, wife, friend & family member but for gawd sakes gimme some space to relax and refresh myself so I can actually get back to all of YOU and half-assed enjoy doing it. 

End of rant....

I AM A WOMAN

I shave my legs. I sit down to pee.

I can justify any shopping spree.

Don't go to a barber but a beauty salon.

I can get a massage without a hard on.

I can balance a check book and pump my own gas.

I can talk to my friends about the size of my ass.

My beauty's a master piece and yes it takes long.

At least I can admit to others when i'm wrong.

I don't drive in circles at any cost.

I don't have a problem admitting I have gotten lost.

I never forget an important date. Deal with it baby i'm usually late.

I don't watch movies with lots or gore.

Don't need to watch replays to remember the score.

I won't lose my hair or get jock itch.

Just because i'm assertive don't call me a bitch.

Don't say to your friends yeah I can get her.

In your dreams my dear I can do much better.

Flowers are ok, jewelery is best.

Look at "ME" you idiot... Not at my "CHEST".

I don't have a problem expressing my feelings.

I know when your lying you look at the ceiling.

Don't call me a girl, a babe or a chick.

"I AM A WOMAN"

Still don't get it???

You must have a dick!!!

Why, WHy, WHY....when I copy a code from a quiz and paste it to my blog doesn't it work? All I get is quiz jibberish and no image at all. I've tried different quiz sites thinking it's all their fault for giving me bunk code, but no, it's not a problem with them, it's a problem with me...imagine that!

So my good bloggerz, how the h-e-double-hockey-sticks do I get these codes to work as they're supposed to?

   Hiya tbloggers,

   Well, yet another school year began today! The first day back to school is always a good one here at our house, we are lucky to have a daughter who enjoy's school so much. We were all up bright and early, ok so that's nothing new for dh but dd and I have been used to sleeping in. There were no morning arguments, no lost socks, and apparently she was having a good hair day, so all was well in her world...and mine. The day sure was quiet for me though, it always takes me a couple of days to get used to having the house to myself again. Is nice for sure though. I can crank MY music without dd saying is sucks, I can eat a sweetie for breakfast without her seeing and making a fuss as to why I can and she can't ;) I can do Yoga in peace...oh and read, write and divinate without interuption and losing my train of thought!

'Tis a wonderful world, the life of a SAHM who's child is in school all day :)