has anyone seen the video clip of Faith Hill telling off a fan who had just grabbed her husband's crotch while performing? i'd link it here but am having trouble.
anyway, it made me laugh out loud.
Faith is still swaying back and forth to the band's music and trying to work the scolding in to her routine. She points at a woman in the crowd and tells her she "needs some class because you don't go grabbing other women's husband's balls!"
hilarious.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
BEWARE of lake water!!
my daughter spent several hours of several days in the shallow water just off the dock while on vacation in wisconsin.
one day she got out of the water and complained that her back was very itchy. i took off her life vest and scratched her back and she kept complaining. i could not see anything on her back or any kind of rash. she moved from me to her auntie liz and begged her to scratch her back as well.
she went inside and showered and when i came into the house she was crying because she itched so bad.
well, we couldn't see anything at all and chalked it up to "melodrama."
in the meantime, monkey had developed these red welts on legs from the knees down. he said they itched like crazy and we all thought they were chigger bites from him walking through knee high weeds in the neighbor's yard.
the next night, auntie liz came in from an evening outside and complained that she had a ton of mosquito bites on her butt. i found that odd since: a. she had been wearing pants b. she had been sitting in a chair and c. since no one else had been "eaten alive" by mosquitoes.
then came sunday and the red spots.
my six year old developed these red circles from her neck to her ankles. each spot had a small white spot in the center and there were probably about a hundred of them covering her body. monkey said "it's chicken pox". i thought that was ridiculous since they didn't itch or hurt and she didn't have any kind of fever or illness associated with it.
i considered that my son didn't have these spots and i didn't have these spots but monkey and aunt liz did have odd bites that were similar.
hmmmm, monkey was standing in the shallow water while he cleaned fish and his legs from the knees to the ankles were exposed.
hmmmmmm, aunt liz was in the shallow water with mazzy and helping jude catch minnows.
i did a search on "lake itch" and a few other key words and found this.
The irritation is caused during a life stage of a flatworm parasite (Schistosome) which lives as an adult in suitable mammals and birds, such as mice and ducks. The adult worm sheds its eggs via the host’s excretory tract into the water. Here they hatch into a free-swimming stage called a miracidium. The miracidium swim in search of a proper second host animal, a particular type of snail. If a proper snail is found, the miracidium will penetrate into the snail’s tissue and undergo further development. After a three- or four-week development period, another free-swimming stage called a cercaria emerges from the snail in search of the proper primary bird or mammal host
Now, monkey is fairly certain that what is on his legs is this parasite and though I haven't talked to aunt liz (or seen her butt), i'd bet money that is what is on her ass as well.
I gave mazzy some topical steroids and some benedryl and the spots are significantly better (both fewer and lighter in color). It may be just from time or from the meds but I know I will never swim close to shore EVER because the thought of these flatworms all over her little body is completely disturbing. I am still debating on if I should tell her the truth about what caused the spots.
should i tell her so she isn't so inclined to swim only near the shoreline? or not tell her and risk her getting them again?
one day she got out of the water and complained that her back was very itchy. i took off her life vest and scratched her back and she kept complaining. i could not see anything on her back or any kind of rash. she moved from me to her auntie liz and begged her to scratch her back as well.
she went inside and showered and when i came into the house she was crying because she itched so bad.
well, we couldn't see anything at all and chalked it up to "melodrama."
in the meantime, monkey had developed these red welts on legs from the knees down. he said they itched like crazy and we all thought they were chigger bites from him walking through knee high weeds in the neighbor's yard.
the next night, auntie liz came in from an evening outside and complained that she had a ton of mosquito bites on her butt. i found that odd since: a. she had been wearing pants b. she had been sitting in a chair and c. since no one else had been "eaten alive" by mosquitoes.
then came sunday and the red spots.
my six year old developed these red circles from her neck to her ankles. each spot had a small white spot in the center and there were probably about a hundred of them covering her body. monkey said "it's chicken pox". i thought that was ridiculous since they didn't itch or hurt and she didn't have any kind of fever or illness associated with it.
i considered that my son didn't have these spots and i didn't have these spots but monkey and aunt liz did have odd bites that were similar.
hmmmm, monkey was standing in the shallow water while he cleaned fish and his legs from the knees to the ankles were exposed.
hmmmmmm, aunt liz was in the shallow water with mazzy and helping jude catch minnows.
i did a search on "lake itch" and a few other key words and found this.
The irritation is caused during a life stage of a flatworm parasite (Schistosome) which lives as an adult in suitable mammals and birds, such as mice and ducks. The adult worm sheds its eggs via the host’s excretory tract into the water. Here they hatch into a free-swimming stage called a miracidium. The miracidium swim in search of a proper second host animal, a particular type of snail. If a proper snail is found, the miracidium will penetrate into the snail’s tissue and undergo further development. After a three- or four-week development period, another free-swimming stage called a cercaria emerges from the snail in search of the proper primary bird or mammal host
Now, monkey is fairly certain that what is on his legs is this parasite and though I haven't talked to aunt liz (or seen her butt), i'd bet money that is what is on her ass as well.
I gave mazzy some topical steroids and some benedryl and the spots are significantly better (both fewer and lighter in color). It may be just from time or from the meds but I know I will never swim close to shore EVER because the thought of these flatworms all over her little body is completely disturbing. I am still debating on if I should tell her the truth about what caused the spots.
should i tell her so she isn't so inclined to swim only near the shoreline? or not tell her and risk her getting them again?
Monday, July 09, 2007
While in Wisconsin, we went for a pontoon ride one day.
My daughter had made it very clear that she did NOT want to ride on a boat. While she loved being IN the water, she had no desire to be ON the water.
We would ask her to get on the floatie with us which was just off the dock and she refused. She screamed and said "the box says only "four people at a time" and she would have been the fifth. We tried to assure her that it would actually hold 8 people but the photo only showed four. She wanted no part of it. I asked her what she was afraid would happen and she thought it might sink. I told her she was already IN the water and so what difference would it make. She didn't care.
So, we get on the pontoon after coaxing her with how it was a slow boat and Papa would go easy. We rode around the lake and Jude was having a blast, he absolutely LOVED the boat rides (fast and slow) but would NOT go in the lake. He was kneeling next to me at the front of the boat and looking over the edge (i had ahold of his life jacket) but he dropped his sippy cup into the water. Magda completely lost her cool and began crying. "I really loved that sippy cup" she cried. We were circling around to grab it out of the water and missed it. Of course we were all laughing because seeing the guys trying to bend over to reach the water was funny to us. After about three tries, she is still crying and we are telling her "it's only a sippy cup." She screams at us "but imagine if it was a person!!" Then she says "i knew we shouldn't have come on this boat ride."
we finally got the damn cup out of the water but by then she was totally done with boats. We got back to the dock and she immediately jumps into the water (yes, the same water of the same lake we were just on) to swim. ??? go figure.
My daughter had made it very clear that she did NOT want to ride on a boat. While she loved being IN the water, she had no desire to be ON the water.
We would ask her to get on the floatie with us which was just off the dock and she refused. She screamed and said "the box says only "four people at a time" and she would have been the fifth. We tried to assure her that it would actually hold 8 people but the photo only showed four. She wanted no part of it. I asked her what she was afraid would happen and she thought it might sink. I told her she was already IN the water and so what difference would it make. She didn't care.
So, we get on the pontoon after coaxing her with how it was a slow boat and Papa would go easy. We rode around the lake and Jude was having a blast, he absolutely LOVED the boat rides (fast and slow) but would NOT go in the lake. He was kneeling next to me at the front of the boat and looking over the edge (i had ahold of his life jacket) but he dropped his sippy cup into the water. Magda completely lost her cool and began crying. "I really loved that sippy cup" she cried. We were circling around to grab it out of the water and missed it. Of course we were all laughing because seeing the guys trying to bend over to reach the water was funny to us. After about three tries, she is still crying and we are telling her "it's only a sippy cup." She screams at us "but imagine if it was a person!!" Then she says "i knew we shouldn't have come on this boat ride."
we finally got the damn cup out of the water but by then she was totally done with boats. We got back to the dock and she immediately jumps into the water (yes, the same water of the same lake we were just on) to swim. ??? go figure.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
adventures of Harty and Joey
Last July, I posted about my daughter's imaginary children and thought I'd give a little update about what they've been up to.
To refresh your memory or for those of you who are new, the following is an excerpt from last year's post:
My five year old doesn't have imaginary friends, she has imaginary "children." I know she has at least five but the two who get the most attention are Harty and Joey.
Harty is a sweetheart and very likeable child. She helps Mazzy pick up her room and shares her toys with the other "kids." Harty has pink hair and is five years old. Today is her surprise birthday (it is ALWAYS her birthday and Mazzy ALWAYS wants to buy "Harty" a present). Her favorite language is French and she is fluent. She frequently gives Mazzy lessons in French. In case you didn't know ~ "maroya" is how you say "love" in French (hey, Harty should know). Harty wants to be a ballet teacher when she grows up.
Now, Joey is the little stinker of the group. He is often responsible for messing up Mazzy's room and once even locked Mazzy in her closet. Joey is four years old and likes water guns and wants to be a watergun boy fairy when he grows up. Last week Mazzy told me a secret about Joey. She said to me "he has big boobs like you, Mom." Mazzy says she loves him and is teaching him how to be good. Joey is in school right now, he has summer school (of course). Mazzy is fluent in "Rubbish" and she learned this from Joey. Joey isn't allowed at Nana and Papa's house anymore after acting up over there and making a mess. I've tried to ban him from our house but he keeps sneaking back in.
WELL, I hadn't heard much about the "kids" lately so I asked Mazzy yesterday where the heck they've been. She told me that they have been on vacation and should be home by "bednight" tonight.
Evidentally they have been vacationing with their Grandma in the woods behind Preppygirl and Galoot's house. I asked if they had tents or a trailor and she told me that they sleep hanging from the trees.
At some point between last July and now, they became vampires. More specifically "tree vampires" as they live in trees (duh, and the fairy vampires live in flowers and the mermaid vampires live in seashells).
She did inform me that vampires are "nocturnal" and that is why they will be arriving home at "bednight."
SO, Joey is a big boobed, rubbish speaking, water gun toting, sneaky vampire now. Great, as if he wasn't hard enough to live with before.
To refresh your memory or for those of you who are new, the following is an excerpt from last year's post:
My five year old doesn't have imaginary friends, she has imaginary "children." I know she has at least five but the two who get the most attention are Harty and Joey.
Harty is a sweetheart and very likeable child. She helps Mazzy pick up her room and shares her toys with the other "kids." Harty has pink hair and is five years old. Today is her surprise birthday (it is ALWAYS her birthday and Mazzy ALWAYS wants to buy "Harty" a present). Her favorite language is French and she is fluent. She frequently gives Mazzy lessons in French. In case you didn't know ~ "maroya" is how you say "love" in French (hey, Harty should know). Harty wants to be a ballet teacher when she grows up.
Now, Joey is the little stinker of the group. He is often responsible for messing up Mazzy's room and once even locked Mazzy in her closet. Joey is four years old and likes water guns and wants to be a watergun boy fairy when he grows up. Last week Mazzy told me a secret about Joey. She said to me "he has big boobs like you, Mom." Mazzy says she loves him and is teaching him how to be good. Joey is in school right now, he has summer school (of course). Mazzy is fluent in "Rubbish" and she learned this from Joey. Joey isn't allowed at Nana and Papa's house anymore after acting up over there and making a mess. I've tried to ban him from our house but he keeps sneaking back in.
WELL, I hadn't heard much about the "kids" lately so I asked Mazzy yesterday where the heck they've been. She told me that they have been on vacation and should be home by "bednight" tonight.
Evidentally they have been vacationing with their Grandma in the woods behind Preppygirl and Galoot's house. I asked if they had tents or a trailor and she told me that they sleep hanging from the trees.
At some point between last July and now, they became vampires. More specifically "tree vampires" as they live in trees (duh, and the fairy vampires live in flowers and the mermaid vampires live in seashells).
She did inform me that vampires are "nocturnal" and that is why they will be arriving home at "bednight."
SO, Joey is a big boobed, rubbish speaking, water gun toting, sneaky vampire now. Great, as if he wasn't hard enough to live with before.
Friday, June 15, 2007
the dickhead lane and dickhead semi driver
I was driving back from a visit with Preppygirl yesterday and it was hellacious. Pretty much the entire state of Ohio is under construction and just when you get a good stride going and have the cruise control set, you come upon another single lane work area.
So, I was in such a stretch and cruising along listening to Sharkboy and Lavagirl play on the DVD player, when I suddenly realized that I was in the dreaded "dickhead lane."
I am usually a very curteous driver and have been known to wave other drivers in front of me in because I know that sometimes people end up in that lane by accident. So, when it happened to me, I fully expected some kind, easy going driver to make way so I could merge. No such luck.
I had not seen the road sign that said "left lane ends" and didn't realize that it was ending until I was already past the last car in the right lane. You know, you have no choice at that point but to put on the turn signal and creep your way into the right lane. It's not like you can put it in reverse and go back to the end of the line. I didn't try to drive all the way to front like some "dickheads" do, I was only trying to cut in a few cars ahead of where I would have been anyway. I picked a semi, because usually it takes them a little longer to creep forward and you have some space. Well, the asshole semi I chose was like that freaking crazy semi driver from that 1970's movie "Duel." He literally would get like inches from the car in front of him just so I could not get in. I had my signal on and it was obvious I needed in but he would not relent. I tried several tmes and even gave the "please, sorry, my bad" look, like just let me in, but he would rather cause an accident than let me in (and with kids in my car!!)
I was forced to drive up to the front of the line and cut off an unsuspecting girl. I was certain he was coming after me to force me off the road. I seriously was so creeped out that I drove about 85 mph for an hour to get as far away from him as I could. I know there must have been other red semis because I swear that I kept seeing a red semi in my rear view mirror. CREEEPY!!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.
Hey, this is my first avatar ever and it's awesome. Big thanks to Mr. Social, artiste extroidannaire. Preppygirl debuted her new Izod avatar yesterday and I was so jealous, I begged for one of my own.My conversation with Mr. Social via MSN:
me: I want an avatar
mr. s: you're next
me: hey what about me as princess leia organa?
mr. s: can you send me four nude photos?
me: sure, but they won't be of me
me: i'm picturing the buns and white dress
mr. s: all women do
me: what picture the white dress?
mr. s: yes, all men picture the bikini
(he sends me link of princess leia in slave bikini)
me: uh...yea...can't really picture my face on that image
mr. s: (sends picture of princess in white dress with blaster)
me: now THAT i would totally wear
Monday, January 15, 2007
hockey movies
there aren't very many movies about hockey:
Happy Gilmore: obviously more about golf
Youngblood: hottie rob lowe and tough guy pat swayze
Mystery, Alaska: outdoor hockey in alaska, russell crowe is very sexy in this flick
Slapshot: funniest, greatest most popular hockey movie of all time ~ paul newman
Miracle: based on true story about when usa won the olympics
The Mighty Ducks: who hasn't seen the mighty ducks?
Cutting Edge: only about a former hockey player turned figure skater. doesn't really count.
any i've missed?
Happy Gilmore: obviously more about golf
Youngblood: hottie rob lowe and tough guy pat swayze
Mystery, Alaska: outdoor hockey in alaska, russell crowe is very sexy in this flick
Slapshot: funniest, greatest most popular hockey movie of all time ~ paul newman
Miracle: based on true story about when usa won the olympics
The Mighty Ducks: who hasn't seen the mighty ducks?
Cutting Edge: only about a former hockey player turned figure skater. doesn't really count.
any i've missed?
Sunday, December 17, 2006
cranky lady
I normally don't work at the flower shop on Saturdays but with the Christmas season and busyness of my bosses/the owner's schedule, I filled in.
I arrived to find a four page note detailing a particular order that some lady was supposed to be picking up that day. The gyst of the note was what the woman wanted and what we could do and wouldn't do for her. It said "do NOT offer to do the arrangement for her!" She had ordered certain flowers and to save money had said she would arrange them herself so she just wanted them wrapped.
About an hour into my day I get a phone call from the woman. Our conversation went like this:
me: Kim's Floral Gallery, hello
her: yes, who is this?
me: it's princess slea
her: well, i don't know princess slea (said under her voice). do you have flowers for Grace church?
me: yes we do, they are all ready to go.
her: well i have a problem. my electrical is out and i don't have any access to a phone to call anyone for help (keep in mind, she has managed to call ME from a phone). i don't think that all those flowers will fit in the vases and i just don't think pastor will be pleased with my efforts. how late are you open? ( she did mumble about three other excuses of why she couldn't get the flowers and trying to drop hints for me to arrange them for her)
me: i'm here until 1pm today.
her: well, what can you tell me?
me: excuse me? what can I tell you about what??
her: my problem?
me: well, I CANNOT arrange the flowers for you (I'm beginning to understand the note) and I am here by myself today so they can't be delivered and we aren't open past 1pm. You don't HAVE to purchase the flowers if you don't want them.
her: THERE'S NO HELP IN THE WORLD!!
she hung up the phone after that and I was left stunned. my boss called me shortly after that and asked if that woman had been in. i told her about the phone call and she said that woman is always a total pain in the ass and wants the best of everything but doesn't want to pay for it. Thankfully someone else from the church came to pick the flowers up and even he said the woman who ordered them was crazy.
ahhh. saturdays. evidently there's no help in the world on saturdays.
I arrived to find a four page note detailing a particular order that some lady was supposed to be picking up that day. The gyst of the note was what the woman wanted and what we could do and wouldn't do for her. It said "do NOT offer to do the arrangement for her!" She had ordered certain flowers and to save money had said she would arrange them herself so she just wanted them wrapped.
About an hour into my day I get a phone call from the woman. Our conversation went like this:
me: Kim's Floral Gallery, hello
her: yes, who is this?
me: it's princess slea
her: well, i don't know princess slea (said under her voice). do you have flowers for Grace church?
me: yes we do, they are all ready to go.
her: well i have a problem. my electrical is out and i don't have any access to a phone to call anyone for help (keep in mind, she has managed to call ME from a phone). i don't think that all those flowers will fit in the vases and i just don't think pastor will be pleased with my efforts. how late are you open? ( she did mumble about three other excuses of why she couldn't get the flowers and trying to drop hints for me to arrange them for her)
me: i'm here until 1pm today.
her: well, what can you tell me?
me: excuse me? what can I tell you about what??
her: my problem?
me: well, I CANNOT arrange the flowers for you (I'm beginning to understand the note) and I am here by myself today so they can't be delivered and we aren't open past 1pm. You don't HAVE to purchase the flowers if you don't want them.
her: THERE'S NO HELP IN THE WORLD!!
she hung up the phone after that and I was left stunned. my boss called me shortly after that and asked if that woman had been in. i told her about the phone call and she said that woman is always a total pain in the ass and wants the best of everything but doesn't want to pay for it. Thankfully someone else from the church came to pick the flowers up and even he said the woman who ordered them was crazy.
ahhh. saturdays. evidently there's no help in the world on saturdays.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
in case anyone was losing sleep over it...
my vagina is fine and the colposcopy came back normal. thanks for the well wishes from the bottom of my ....heart.
hopefully all you ladies out there have had your pap test this year, if not, then please call today for your appointment.
hopefully all you ladies out there have had your pap test this year, if not, then please call today for your appointment.
Friday, October 27, 2006
vagina monologues
i've had some interesting posts lately haven't i? not.
well here's one the fellows might want to skip (and anyone else who isn't interested in hearing about my vagina)
I had my yearly exam (ladies YOU know the one) about two weeks ago. I know, fun, right?! Well, I got a call from my doctor a week later. Yes the actual doctor left the message not the nurse or receptionist so of course I'm freaking out. She tells me who she is and that I need to call her back.
Well, I call back and talk to her nurse (because at this point doctor is busy of course) and find out I have to have a "colposcopy" (not colonoscopy). WTF? Let me tell you that a colposcopy is a wonderful little test that involves a speculum, metal scraper, black goo, and ends with the doctor shoving a tampon up so far that you feel it in your stomach.
The actual definition can be found here if anyone cares to read it.
My pap came back with "mild dysplasia" and this is the standard test to determine if it actually is dysplasia or just an infection or something that caused the test to read abnormal. It must be very common because first the nurse asked me if I'd ever had this procedure before. "uh...no" and then when my doctor came in she also asked if I'd ever had this done before (she said it in a way that was like "gee everybody is doing it") She said that I have to call for the results next week (now watch she'll call and leave a message for me to call her again and I'll think the worst). Anyway if it is dysplasia then I'll have to undergo some sort of "cryosurgery." Sounds fun doesn't it? NOT. Hopefully that won't be necessary.
hopefully all you women have had your yearly exam this year because this is the kind of stuff it finds and if it is dysplasia which could be pre-cancer cells (if i'm understanding correctly) then i'm certainly glad they found it now and not in five years when it's not in the "pre" stage anymore. So, ladies if you love your vagina (and who doesn't?) then make the call.
well here's one the fellows might want to skip (and anyone else who isn't interested in hearing about my vagina)
I had my yearly exam (ladies YOU know the one) about two weeks ago. I know, fun, right?! Well, I got a call from my doctor a week later. Yes the actual doctor left the message not the nurse or receptionist so of course I'm freaking out. She tells me who she is and that I need to call her back.
Well, I call back and talk to her nurse (because at this point doctor is busy of course) and find out I have to have a "colposcopy" (not colonoscopy). WTF? Let me tell you that a colposcopy is a wonderful little test that involves a speculum, metal scraper, black goo, and ends with the doctor shoving a tampon up so far that you feel it in your stomach.
The actual definition can be found here if anyone cares to read it.
My pap came back with "mild dysplasia" and this is the standard test to determine if it actually is dysplasia or just an infection or something that caused the test to read abnormal. It must be very common because first the nurse asked me if I'd ever had this procedure before. "uh...no" and then when my doctor came in she also asked if I'd ever had this done before (she said it in a way that was like "gee everybody is doing it") She said that I have to call for the results next week (now watch she'll call and leave a message for me to call her again and I'll think the worst). Anyway if it is dysplasia then I'll have to undergo some sort of "cryosurgery." Sounds fun doesn't it? NOT. Hopefully that won't be necessary.
hopefully all you women have had your yearly exam this year because this is the kind of stuff it finds and if it is dysplasia which could be pre-cancer cells (if i'm understanding correctly) then i'm certainly glad they found it now and not in five years when it's not in the "pre" stage anymore. So, ladies if you love your vagina (and who doesn't?) then make the call.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Darn that Joey!
Some of you may remember my five year old daughter's "son" Joey who is a bit of a troublemaker. Well this morning I had a hard time waking up my daughter for school, she was extra tired. She told me that she couldn't sleep at all last night because Joey was up playing his drums all night.
I did manage to get her up and off to school (not a good morning).
She just got home and has huge bags under her eyes. I asked her if she was tired and told her she was going to bed early tonight to catch up on her sleep. She whined back that she "doesn't want any ketchup on her sleep."
I chuckled.
I did manage to get her up and off to school (not a good morning).
She just got home and has huge bags under her eyes. I asked her if she was tired and told her she was going to bed early tonight to catch up on her sleep. She whined back that she "doesn't want any ketchup on her sleep."
I chuckled.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Thursday 13
Stealing this list from Galoot. 13 words or phrases i can see from my desk.
1. A Revolution in Kindness
2. AMANDE EXFOLIANT CORPOREL
3. Contains 40 sticks.
4. Grapevine, Tx. Permit no. 218
5. Artist As Survivor
6. True stories and tools for activism you can believe in.
7. Greeting from Scotland!
8. OPEN ALONG EDGE
9. Audra's phone number
10. Ultra Chilled
11. Support Community Trade
12. good buddy notes
13. A Story Waiting For You to Make it Happen
1. A Revolution in Kindness
2. AMANDE EXFOLIANT CORPOREL
3. Contains 40 sticks.
4. Grapevine, Tx. Permit no. 218
5. Artist As Survivor
6. True stories and tools for activism you can believe in.
7. Greeting from Scotland!
8. OPEN ALONG EDGE
9. Audra's phone number
10. Ultra Chilled
11. Support Community Trade
12. good buddy notes
13. A Story Waiting For You to Make it Happen
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I'm a freak
Some rambling thoughts this morning:
I am still sad about steve irwin and it doesn't make sense (seriously, it's not like freaking eddie vedder [who I dated in the early 90's {in my mind}] died.) I read that the video of him dying shows him pulling the barb out of his chest and there is that moment on his face where he knew that this was a fatal wound. Horrible. People are debating on whether to show this footage or not. Morbid, I sincerely hope no one gets their hands on that footage who would use it for "entertianment" value.
I'm supposed to meet with the Girl Scout leader lady to get information on becoming a Daisy Leader. I actually called about getting my daughter involved and somehow got myself suckered into volunteering. What I said was "I might be interested in getting more information on being a Daisy troop leader." And what the lady said back to me was "great, pick a day you want to have your meetings and I'll make up some flyers." Sooooo, I think I'm a Daisy Scout leader. I have NO idea what that involves or what my responsibilites are. I guess I'll "wing it."
I am still washing tie dyes. MonkeyBrigade dyed them all day Sunday and it usually takes about four days to get them all washed. We can only was about 6 items at a time or they bleed into the whites of the piece we are dying. The text book covers are turning out really cool. Also, we did some cute little halter dresses that look like watermelons. I need to paint on the seeds.
I skipped my Weight Watchers weigh in because I'm premenstrual. I should have lost weight because I did really good at counting my points last week. But no....I stayed the same because my body has other plans. Come to think of it...maybe my premenstrual hormones are what are making me so emotional about my best friend Steve Irwin dying.
I am still sad about steve irwin and it doesn't make sense (seriously, it's not like freaking eddie vedder [who I dated in the early 90's {in my mind}] died.) I read that the video of him dying shows him pulling the barb out of his chest and there is that moment on his face where he knew that this was a fatal wound. Horrible. People are debating on whether to show this footage or not. Morbid, I sincerely hope no one gets their hands on that footage who would use it for "entertianment" value.
I'm supposed to meet with the Girl Scout leader lady to get information on becoming a Daisy Leader. I actually called about getting my daughter involved and somehow got myself suckered into volunteering. What I said was "I might be interested in getting more information on being a Daisy troop leader." And what the lady said back to me was "great, pick a day you want to have your meetings and I'll make up some flyers." Sooooo, I think I'm a Daisy Scout leader. I have NO idea what that involves or what my responsibilites are. I guess I'll "wing it."
I am still washing tie dyes. MonkeyBrigade dyed them all day Sunday and it usually takes about four days to get them all washed. We can only was about 6 items at a time or they bleed into the whites of the piece we are dying. The text book covers are turning out really cool. Also, we did some cute little halter dresses that look like watermelons. I need to paint on the seeds.
I skipped my Weight Watchers weigh in because I'm premenstrual. I should have lost weight because I did really good at counting my points last week. But no....I stayed the same because my body has other plans. Come to think of it...maybe my premenstrual hormones are what are making me so emotional about my best friend Steve Irwin dying.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Crocodile Hunter
I can't say that I've been a huge fan of Steve Irwin's but if I happen to be flipping the channel and he was on, I would almost always watch it for a bit. He was entertaining and fun and most importantly he was an animal activist and conservationist. I read that he donated the majority of his fortune (millions) to animal causes and for preservations and that he lived a rather humble lifestyle. It's very sad, this planet Earth lost a warrior.
I found this quote from him:
"These Hitlers use the camouflage of science to make money out of animals... So whenever they murder our animals and call it sustainable use, I'll fight it. Since when has killing a wild animal, eating it or wearing it, ever saved a species?
I found this quote from him:
"These Hitlers use the camouflage of science to make money out of animals... So whenever they murder our animals and call it sustainable use, I'll fight it. Since when has killing a wild animal, eating it or wearing it, ever saved a species?
There are people who butt out their cigarettes in gorilla-paw ashtrays, with wastepaper baskets that were once elephant feet, who have ivory ornaments… who wear cheetah fur.Don't buy these things! Then there'll be no market and the animals won't be killed.
We have domesticated livestock raised for consumption and perfectly good fake leather and fur, so why must we kill wild animals to satisfy the macabre taste of some rich person?"
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Oreo Thief
This is a funny story I remembered from my past.I used to work as a Quality Analyst at a printing plant. I basically escorted customers (Art Directors, Publishers, Production Managers, etc.) to press and let them edit color on their magazines. As a sidenote, I am now the customer and get escorted by my old co-workers to press. It is a weird dynamic but it really is pretty sweet to be able to return to your old job and have everyone have to basically kiss your ass.
When I worked as a QA, we had a new customer in the plant okaying FLAUNT magazine. A trendy, LA based magazine with a very flamboyant creator named Luis.
Luis was in the plant and he was a self proclaimed "Queen" and I remember he used the word fuck a lot. I thought he was awesome. He told me stories about celebrities he had met and the groupie that I am, I was impressed. He must have liked me because he bought me a bottle of perfume for my birthday (which was the same week he was in the plant.)
Anyway, one time we were out at press and the head press operator (an old timer who's been a press operator for like 40 years) had a bag of Oreo cookies sitting next to his work station. There were only two left and when he went out of the doghouse, Luis sneakily reached over and shoved them both in his mouth. He didn't think anyone had seen him but I did. He lowered his head and continued to color correct as he ate the cookies. The head press operator came back in and went to grab his remaining cookies and saw they were gone. He looked at me and was like "what the fuck happened to my cookies?" Luis said "Don't look at me" in his very flamboyant manner (think Carson Kressley from Queer Eye) but as he said it you could see Oreo cookie all over his teeth.
Of course there was nothing we could do or say since he was the customer but the look on the operator's face was priceless. I was just on his press Saturday morning and we recalled that memory. Kenny (the operator) said he was pissed, he wanted those cookies.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Challenging Music Post
I stole this list from stinkypaw. It is quite challenging. Give it a try.
Choose a musician and answer the questions using only song titles from that person. I chose Leonard Cohen (who I think is amazing.)
1. Are you male or female? Lady Midnight
2. Describe yourself. Bird on a Wire
3. How do some people feel about you? Everybody Knows
4. How do you feel about yourself? Waiting For The Miracle
5. Describe your "ex". Heart With No Companion or There is a War
6. Describe your current significant other. Dance Me to the End of Love
7. Describe where you want to be. Chelsea Hotel
8. Describe how you live. Be For Real
9. Describe how you love. Hallelujah
10. What would you ask for if you had a wish? The Future
11. Share a few words of wisdom. Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On
12. Now say goodbye. So Long, Marianne
Friday, July 07, 2006
All About Joey & Harty
My five year old doesn't have imaginary friends, she has imaginary "children." I know she has at least five but the two who get the most attention are Harty and Joey.
Harty is a sweetheart and very likeable child. She helps Mazzy pick up her room and shares her toys with the other "kids." Harty has pink hair and is five years old. Today is her surprise birthday (it is ALWAYS her birthday and Mazzy ALWAYS wants to buy "Harty" a present). Her favorite language is French and she is fluent. She frequently gives Mazzy lessons in French. In case you didn't know ~ "maroya" is how you say "love" in French (hey, Harty should know). Harty wants to be a ballet teacher when she grows up.
Now, Joey is the little stinker of the group. He is often responsible for messing up Mazzy's room and once even locked Mazzy in her closet. Joey is four years old and likes water guns and wants to be a watergun boy fairy when he grows up. Last week Mazzy told me a secret about Joey. She said to me "he has big boobs like you, Mom." Mazzy says she loves him and is teaching him how to be good. Joey is in school right now, he has summer school (of course). Mazzy is fluent in "Rubbish" and she learned this from Joey. Joey isn't allowed at Nana and Papa's house anymore after acting up over there and making a mess. I've tried to ban him from our house but he keeps sneaking back in.
Mazzy does have a few other imaginary family members.
She had a step sister who was killed by a truck. She is buried in the cemetary up the street.
Another step sister ( a teenager) is living in Japan. Her name is "Jaln" which is pronounced "Jewel"
Harty is a sweetheart and very likeable child. She helps Mazzy pick up her room and shares her toys with the other "kids." Harty has pink hair and is five years old. Today is her surprise birthday (it is ALWAYS her birthday and Mazzy ALWAYS wants to buy "Harty" a present). Her favorite language is French and she is fluent. She frequently gives Mazzy lessons in French. In case you didn't know ~ "maroya" is how you say "love" in French (hey, Harty should know). Harty wants to be a ballet teacher when she grows up.
Now, Joey is the little stinker of the group. He is often responsible for messing up Mazzy's room and once even locked Mazzy in her closet. Joey is four years old and likes water guns and wants to be a watergun boy fairy when he grows up. Last week Mazzy told me a secret about Joey. She said to me "he has big boobs like you, Mom." Mazzy says she loves him and is teaching him how to be good. Joey is in school right now, he has summer school (of course). Mazzy is fluent in "Rubbish" and she learned this from Joey. Joey isn't allowed at Nana and Papa's house anymore after acting up over there and making a mess. I've tried to ban him from our house but he keeps sneaking back in.
Mazzy does have a few other imaginary family members.
She had a step sister who was killed by a truck. She is buried in the cemetary up the street.
Another step sister ( a teenager) is living in Japan. Her name is "Jaln" which is pronounced "Jewel"
Saturday, May 20, 2006
shows I wish I'd seen
1. the Cure
2. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
3. David Bowie
4. Neil Diamond (I swear I will see him someday)
5. The Grateful Dead's Last show ~ it was in Chicago ~ I had a ticket but sold it because I was leaving for Europe the following day. Damn! I read about Jerry's death a month later while I was in France. Depressed.
2. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
3. David Bowie
4. Neil Diamond (I swear I will see him someday)
5. The Grateful Dead's Last show ~ it was in Chicago ~ I had a ticket but sold it because I was leaving for Europe the following day. Damn! I read about Jerry's death a month later while I was in France. Depressed.
top 10
Stolen topic from Galoot.
Favorite concerts/shows in no particular order.
1. Jane's Addiction ~ it was 1988 and the only song I knew of Jane's was "Jane Says" which is still one of my all time favorite songs. My roommate Kristin had a ticket and decided not to go so she gave me her ticket. Woody's on the beach in Miami. Perry came on stage with pink dreads, and a corset and the whole pit started slowly and dramatically swaying. It was as if the crowd were really waves and I vividly remember feeling as if I would suffocate. I found my way to the bar and sat on the bar with some total strangers just lost in the music (okay, we all smoked some pot on the way to the show). I have seen Jane's four other times since that first experience.
2. Blues Traveler ~ it was probably about 1994 and my friend Scott and I went to Chicago to see them at the Aragon Ballroom. I lost Scott early into the show and so it was just me and the music and I loved it.
3. Peter Murphy ~ holy shit, I love Peter Murphy. Magda and I got so close I was leaning on the stage. Opening act on the ticket was "special guest" and when the band came out it was Nine Inch Nails. Pretty Hate Machine had just been released and NIN was brand spankin new. I recall Trent spitting into the crowd and I got wet. As amazing as NIN was, Peter Murphy was all sex and slither and I'm getting turned on just remembering it. He held my hand and squeezed and Magda and I got invited back stage. He asked where I was from (the show was in Miami) and when I said Chicago, he said he'd be playing at the Metro in Chicago the following week and I should come. I know I said I'd be there and believe me I was thinking of any way possible but I was a broke college student who couldn't just fly home for a concert. I think I'll go put on a Peter Murphy CD right now.
4. The Grateful Dead. Buckeye Lake, Ohio. I was tripping and Magda was selling my t-shirts. It was hot as Hell and AWESOME. I am so glad that I had the opportunity to experience a Dead show. It will never be repeated.
5. Red Hot Chili Peppers at Respectable St Cafe in West Palm Beach. 1988 and this tiny little club with apartments upstairs. My friend Heidi was dating a guy who lived in one of the apartments so we didn't even have to pay. It was Mother's Milk tour and RHCP's were not the mega band they were to become. After the show they partied upstairs at the other apartment with the door open. We waved but why the Hell didn't we go over and party with them??? Oh, yeah, the show was crazy ~ imagine them in '88 on the verge of success beyond their dreams.
6. Smashing Pumpkins at some dive bar on campus at U of I. It was the Gish tour and they really weren't well known outside of Illinois but they were fantastic.
7. Lollapalooza~ I went to four I think, they all are blending together. I saw two at Tinley Park and one at Star Lake. Tinley Park was Beastie Boys and they stand out as a highlight. Pearl Jam too but more because I met Eddie Vedder (who at the time I was having a vivid love affair with ~ in my fantasies). I also saw the one with Metallica headlining (that happened right?). I didn't even get close to the main stage but instead sat at the second stage and watched Ben Folds Five, Cornershop, and Ruby ~ all were excellent.
8. WHF-estival. I flew to Baltimore twice for this amazing festival. Highlights the first year were Foo Fighters, No Doubt, and Jimmy's Chicken Shack (second stage). I remember Jewel walking off stage because someone hit her in the boob with a frisbee. The following year was Beck (so much fun), Prodigy (who are not my favorite band but gave a high energy show), and they showed clips of Jewel getting hit with the frisbee the previous year over and over and over. We had great seats because my friend's brother worked for the CIA and they have their own ticket master (did you know that?).
9. Bob Dylan with Brian Setzer ~ of course Bob Dylan is a legend, he sounded great and I didn't have any trouble at all understanding him. It was fun to watch the Setzer fans dancing. They played several encores together.
10. Ani DeFranco, she's a strange one because her writing is so prolific and half of it is shit and the other half is brilliant. My friend was not yet out of the closet and asked me to go with her, we had fun and when she sang "Both Hands", it was very emotional. It is a great song.
honorable mentions: matthew sweet, seven year bitch, jerry garcia band, and white zombie.
Damn, this is too hard. I keep thinking of other bands I've seen and they all have some special place and memory that make it hard to decide which are my favorites.
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