Murphys Lesser known Laws - Email of the week

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak

He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.

Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.

The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.

If you lined up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them, five or six at a time, on a hill, in the fog.

If the shoe fits, get another one just like it.

The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those who got there first.

Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat all day drinking beer.

Flashlight: A case for holding dead batteries.

The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.

A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.

When you go into court, you are putting yourself In the hands of 12 people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.
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My Favorite Book Quote Of The Day

Part private investigator/mystery and part fantasy with wizards, fairies, gnomes, and other assorted creatures from the Nevernever. The first in a series that promises to be very entertaining. (Thanks for making me order it, B!) Harry himself is likable and believable as both a personable character and the only practicing professional wizard in Chicago. This book also contains my favorite quote of the day:

"Kids. You gotta' love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon-perfect."

(And since I'm new to this book blog posting thing, the actual name of the book is Storm Front Book One Of The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher.

Click here to order:
Harry Dresden - Wizard P.I.

heY lYDIA THIS IS WHERE YOU SHOULD SUBMIT THE HAMBURGER STORY

CorpusBeat Contests

For everyone else Its a great student magazine - Great magazine on the immigration problem. They missed a few points but overall great thoughts.

We should support this. THey also have photo and writing contests every month for money.

This is what fear causes. This is not the action of the America I want my country to be

iWon News - Ill-Fated Journey Challenges U.S. Policies:
Everyone who reads this will most likely cry or at least feel really ashamed of their country.

As far back as 1980, a federal court judge found that the government had subjected Haitians to "intentional national origin discrimination.""This case," the judge said, "involves thousands of black Haitian nationals, the brutality of their government, and the prejudice of ours."


"Rev. Dantica wanted to be buried in Haiti, in the mausoleum with his parents and wife. But the family feared kidnappers who sometimes steal corpses in return for ransom.

Instead, Pastor was buried next to his brother, Edwidge's father, at a cemetery in Brooklyn, N.Y., in a land where he sought shelter, but found none."

Can I get a, "HELL YEAH?!?!"

This is actually from Doris. Who, by the way, should BLOG!!! (See, now that I've blogged, I get to do it to someone else!)

The Shortest Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy "Will you marry
me?" The guy said, "No" and the girl went shopping, dancing, drank
martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, stayed skinny,
farted whenever she wanted and lived happily ever after.

The end.

U-Stor Self Storage Sale Information - Auctions are today

U-Stor Self Storage Auction Information

My Newest Favorite Thing I Have Listed On eBay

Love this thing - don't have a clue why. It evokes exotic worlds for me. (I'm very easily excited, as you can see.)

eBay: Unique Old Pottery Incense Burner Africa New Zealand ? (item 220011743299 end time Aug-04-06 16:09:50 PDT)

Another One For The Hat & Chat Ladies

Or just for Lydia to get drunk and dress up in.

eBay: 9 Vintage Ladies' Hats Olive Anderson Magnin Evelyn (item 220011762363 end time Aug-04-06 17:51:09 PDT)

Santana and other stuff

I got the MH here too, cute little thing....Talking with Brandy today she said I should blog, and I know she is right, so here I am. Smiley's doing rigging for the Santana gig today, and I found out I get to go to the "out" and see them, standing backstage wearing black, trying to look invisible. I'm jazzed about that. Life is amazingly complicated still...with me...so sometimes I guess I get overwhelmed and don't really know what to blab about.

A couple weeks ago, I went back to Nebraska to visit family, took my daughters and we drove up in my truck. Bought a camper shell off craig's list, got a good deal and it worked well for us. Trip was fairly easy, visit went well, even though mom is dealing with cancer and related medical headaches...we drove down to Arkansas, at the end of the trip, to visit my youngest sister, took my mom and my nephew with us, they were planning on driving back up after the visit and we would head home. But, on our last day of visiting, my middle sister in Omaha found out she had a brain tumor the size of a large plum in the back of her head and that she would need surgery. We all freaked out, naturally, and everyone headed back to Nebraska with mom, except for Leesie and me, since I had to work here after being gone for two weeks. I figured I would fly back up after the surgery if things got worse, which thankfully, they did not. Sister rebounded amazingly from surgery, astounding doctors and family by going karaokeing on Saturday after brain surgery on Tuesday. She is still doing well.

My youngest, Aliya, asked to stay, when the news hit, and plans were being made. It worked out that she was able to stay and help my mom and my sister, and do some bonding, after Leesie and I took off back to Phoenix. They all seemed to really enjoy having her there, and I think she really liked it too. Circumstances are such that Gary and his new gf were driving up to Omaha to pick up gf's daughter (Aliya's age), so they were able get her at the same time and bring her back here. Aliya turned 13 last Saturday...my youngest is a teenager...and Jett turns 21 tomorrow...my oldest becoming an adult...sort of...

News came in that said gf and Gary rented a big house together, and will have Leesie, Aliya and her three kids living there (she has a 16 yo son, 13 yo daughter, 11 yo son). Sounds rather zoo-like to me, guess that is a matter of perspective! The girls seem to be looking forward to it, they seem to like his gf (Mary). It will be interesting to see it play out, however that is. The thought of it makes me appreciate my quiet little life here.

My longtime girlfriend from Geneva Switzerland is coming for a three week visit, she arrives on Monday (also my sweetie's 50th birthday). She is bringing her 17 yo daughter, have not seen them for fourteen years, I need to brush up on my French....

Enough for now...blog on! :-)

No More Blogging For Dona

After months of being cajoled, threatened, sweet talked and browbeaten to blog, I finally do and everyone else comes to a screeching halt. I may take this personally. I haven't decided yet.

I Have A Dream - I Wish

Lydia's dream life is so much more fun than my real life that I'm jealous. Actually, I'm not jealous because of my real life. I like my real life. But I'd really like a more interesting dream life. I used to dream very vividly and in technicolor (that was before CGI, for all you under 50s). Now I rarely remember dreaming at all and when I do it's of things like picking my nose in public. Is that an age thing or a "the creative juices have dried up and withered away" thing?
This thought and a conversation I am currently having on Yahoo with Lydia made my mind wander to all the "dreams" that fell by the wayside. I wonder where they go? Do they just wither and die or are they released into the universe to wander until they find another soul they feel worthy of the dream? Are they sad and lonely when you let go of them or do they accept it and move on? (B - this of course has led me to a book idea. But, I digress . . . )
Thinking of all the forgotten dreams has made me a bit melancholy. (Okay - 3 large glasses of wine probably helped.) However, I wonder what dreams others have let fall by the wayside. Anyone want to share?
I'll start, because Goddess knows I have no secrets and everyone knows much more than they ever wanted to know about me 10 minutes after we meet.
Space - for as long as I can remember I wanted to go to distant stars and planets. Even before I was old enough to read science fiction, it's all I thought about. Okay - almost 50, fat, not in great health - I think that one can be crossed off the list.
The novel of the decade - the one that touched and moved people. Okay - this one hasn't exactly gone away, it's just evolved. I'd be happy to write something that made 10 people laugh or escape reality for as long as it took to read it.
I do have one other, but it's about to become a reality and I don't want to jinx it, so I'll wait until it actually happens and then share it.
That's all I can think of at this point, but I'm sure I'll think of others.
Your turn! You're it!

Okay - I Was Done But The Universe Made Me Do This One

When you live by the highest you know, the outcome of the game doesn't matter.
However it comes out, it came out right.

One Last MH Rip Off For Today . . .

The individual is always the exception.
"Everybody can't . . . "
but
anybody can.

More Plagerism . . .

It's easy to live the expected and conventional.
It's when you live the unexpected that you start having fun with your life.

More MH - Some $225,000.00 Tequila Would Solve This

"Bad" is that which makes you unhappy.
"Evil" is that which makes you very unhappy.

Need a bottle of good tequila the small ones are only 25,000

iWon News: "Forget about the kind of tequila you slam down on the bar or knock back at parties in throat-burning shots with salt and lemon. If you're paying six figures, you might prefer to savor it in small sips.

An impossibly upmarket brand of tequila -- 100 percent blue Agave lovingly aged for six years and sold in a limited edition platinum bottle with fancy artwork on the label -- went on sale in Mexico on Thursday night for $225,000 a bottle.

'Tonight we are trying for the Guinness Book of Records with the most expensive bottle in the world,' Fernando Altamirano, chief executive of producer Tequila Ley .925, told a launch party for the liquor.

Tequila Ley .925 has produced 66 bottles of the 'Pasion Azteca' tequila, half of them pure platinum bottles and half of them gold and platinum-decorated bottles that sell for the slightly less extravagant price of $150,000."

To See the actual bottle click here- HOME

Cartography -Maps maps and more maps

Cartography

InformationWeek | Windows XP Management | Langa Letter: XP's No-Reformat, Nondestructive Total-Rebuild Option | June 19, 2006

InformationWeek | Windows XP Management | Langa Letter: XP's No-Reformat, Nondestructive Total-Rebuild Option | June 19, 2006

Willy Wonker and the SWINGIN Factory

Note to self don't ever look at Lifestyles web page again. At least not right before bed. Weird dreams, now ordinarily I would not be opposed to a little nocturnal unconscious mind activity involving attendence at a swingers get together but this dream was just plain weird. I wish I would have written it down earlier as I'm sure some of the best details have faded by now. I am a very lucid dreamer which means that nine times out of ten I realize that I am dreaming and orchestrate most of my dreamland activities. Last night would not be one of those times. The dream begins with myself and a group of other men and women in small meeting room in a hotel. There was a man adressing the group in a rather educational tone. The activity that we were about to participate in was showering with other memebers of the same sex. Not too weird thus far. I got paired up with this big European lady who was my showering partner. She scrubbed and washed me in ways that I had never been washed before. Not the least bit arousing or erotic, just plain odd but not a negative experience. Well basically the big gal was flingin me around the shower finding new places to wash me while the entire group watched with interest. It is important to mention that I did not realize I was dreaming so my mind could have found it quite logical that I was in such a predicament. Now I'm not sure I should go any further as the National Kidney association if there is such a thing may no longer want me as their posterchild after reading this. So I was standing in steamy warm shower very nude and by this time very clean when the big lady bent me over like she was going to spank me. While I was not opposed to being bathed I was definately not interested in my butt being slapped by a woman twice my size. I was about to express my objection when suddenly the big woman was replaced by a handsome man from my past. Now since the last thing I remembered was big Bertha about to tan my hide. I assumed that I was somehow drugged and asked Naked erect man what the heck was happening. That kind of ruined the moment big time and next thing I know I was back observing while the rest of the room took turns having fun in the shower. I might add that no one elses shower adventure included either soap or a big European lady. It was mostly attractive women and men.Yes, I was feeling pretty ripped off.So next part of the eductaional experience was for us to find someone in the room that we wanted to know better and go off and make love in semi public. Well I picked someone that was there that I was already somewhat acquainted with but not in that way. So Willy and I spent an afternoon together at an outdoor medeival fair of sorts and the whole time I was completely horny as was he, and I'm sure it helped that people were fornicating all over the place. Well I was too shy to start anything in public. Yes same girl who did it with Russell Crowe in a public park (hey it was dark at least). So we were walking around hand in hand very sweetly and I was looking for a place. I found a ladies lounge/powder room. Very ornately decorated with not a soul in it save a scantily clad,asian woman- can't remember much of what she was wearing accept for that it wasn't much, who welcomed us in. Well Willy sat down and just as I was about to tear his clothes off. This woman started rubbing his body in ways that he completely enjoyed. (trying to keep it PG 13). He was pretty much grinning from ear to ear and couldn't wait for me to join her. Suddenly I was jealous and completely disgusted. I just walked out and only then remembered that he was married and so was I. I began to roam the fair for Kelly who I assumed was there also for soem reason. Still never realized that I was dreaming until I woke up. WEIRD! The weirdest part was my choice in public sex display partner as this is someone that while I do like quite a bit I have never thought about in this way before. Feel free to psycho ananlyze this ladies.

Aprils wedding blog

Winter Wedding Wonder Land

Another Homeless God

This guy needs a home too, and if you also buy the goblet you can mix religions and use him for stirring potions in your goblet or spooning into the mouths of the coven.

eBay: souvenir spoon sterling ? Hindu ? Buddha ? (item 290010951495 end time Jul-29-06 17:05:38 PDT)

Mysterious Mexican God Found on Ebay

Have no idea whose god or even which god this may be. Probably a false one of some sort. But he seems cheerful and accomidating even provide his own pot to burn incense in to make it easier to show the appropriate form of worship. Must be a smoke God. If you know who this missing God is please let us know and if you operate a home for hopeless gods buy him now and retire him to the lush pastures where old gods go.
eBay: 1959 Mexican Mexico Clay Pottery Native Figurine Figure (item 220008894868 end time Jul-26-06 13:43:33 PDT)

Calling all Goths - You need this

Perfect Goblet for Ritual use, Guady and beautiful at the same time yet with enough ornate features to makes all your magical, mystical, or vampiric friends. Would also just look good sitting around for those normal people out there.
eBay: 1960 Ornate Heidelberg Glass Goblet w/ Gold No Reserve (item 220008617718 end time Jul-25-06 15:28:46 PDT)

Let your children play with a piece of your childhood

You know you alll had one of these somewhere in your life. Great aunt Hildas house, You know hte one with the scary mole and homemade candy. Reminded you a lot of the witch in hansel and gretel
eBay: Retro Eames 1960s Lg Acrylic Glass Grapes #1 No Reserve (item 220008248431 end time Jul-24-06 10:52:30 PDT)

Lydia - Start A New Club!

eBay: Vintage Xavier Danaud XavierDanaud Paris Heels Shoes (item 220009993357 end time Jul-29-06 12:27:20 PDT)

Currently have several pairs of vintage shoes listed (sorry - but sold the really cool 1950s ones last week, but the lot I have on now are good to have on hand in case discos make a come back!) and after reading Lydia's blog about the hat club, I thought maybe she could start her own club. Shoes And Sin or something like that...?

Take your hubby to this conference in Vegas

And you will either both come home with a smile on your face

or

You will hide in the room for 5 days

Either way it could be fun
Sex is on everyone's mind at swinging convention - Yahoo! News

HAT CHAT CLUB

I just bid on Dona's 10 vintage hats. Do I wear hats? NO. Do I need hats? NO. My sister in law and her friends started a little hat chat club about 5 years ago. I think I might be a charter member. Basically it involves drinking during daylight hours, silly or frivolous hats, and the first Sunday of every month. Seems right up my alley. I don't know why I fell out. Possibly cause I found the other members to be shallow (like I'm so deep, I know). Maybe cause I feel stupid wearing hats, or could have been I had a hard time holding my liquor. Or couldn't get a babysitter. One or all of those reasons anyway. So if I win the hats I'm going to get drunk and embarress my sister in law. She deserves it, or maybe I'll just give them to her for Christmas.

STAIN

This is going to be one of those posts where i just start writing and stop when my time is up. There is a reason trhat they call it stain. Orange Goop is my friend, my hands are clean and as an added bonus they are nice and soft. Do they have this stuff scented with the Body Shop's fuzzy peach. Almost as nice as the Mary Kay Satin hands. Well woke up and stained two peices of old (not old enough to be worth anything just old enough to look a littlle shabby) Mexican furniture. Feelin pretty proud of myself, hey it doesn't take much. Damn Cristal, sent me a link to her my space. Now I don't get the my space thing, must be a younger generation think. Now I sort of get the connecting with other singles thing but if you aren't single then whats the point? I just don't know. Maybe I just don't feel like sharing that much with the world. Yes as your reading this you are probably thinking to yourself. Isn't this the same girl/woman that gives highly intimate details of every aspect of her life on this blog? Well yeah,but I'm not entirely convinced that we have such a wide audience. Maybe EP will start her own Myspace so that she can gain worshippers. EP has finally embraced her Elf Princess identity. She's been aware that she was a princess for years and that is why she gets so disgusted when she is not worsheipped properly but that is a whole other blog. Back to the damn Cristal. Well when I realized that you could look up people. I satrted randomly or not so randomly typing in names. Kind of like when I first discovered google and googled my own name. Well eventually I googled the name of first husband also known as victim number one. I blame Cristal for this. I accept no responsibility for my own actions. I know how out of character for me. If it is possible that someone could not change at all over the course of 10 years I would say that this is the case with him. Although he has grown a bit handsomer and I still find him quite attractive.
Well I was in a really inspired realm there for a moment until the Dragon commanded me to meet in a dungeon and my Java no worky so I had to waste an hour of my life on that. Where was I? Eric Joyal and I have 15 minutes of designated blog time. Since it only took me five to whip out the preceeding linguistical genius. I'm going to state for the record just in case I ever lied about it to myself or to others that the reason I left him was because I was just running from myself. Does that make sense I don't know. I was just a kid. It may not have had anything to do with him specifically. Although I really seriously have to question wahy any one would want to be with me at that time. I mean what redeeming qualities did I really have. I was kind of cute and sort of sweet in a very low self esteem kind of way but really I was just a pretty screwed up hurting girl that wasn't very capable of loving. Missed him for a while for a great long while, and don't think of him often. Mostly when I think of him I smile, I think kind thoughts and send positive vibes his way. Sometimes I dream about one of the last days we spent together. We rode our bikes around the area that we lived in Germany. We road on dirt roads near fields. It was an incredible golden sunny day. I wish him well. I hope that some day he will experience God. Didn't find anyone else that I cared to sneek a peek on Retardo Space.
Now would I particularly appreciate if Kelly was looking up old flames on my space. Well what I don't know won't hurt me. Times up.

I Have Listing-Itis

eBay: Vintage Ladies' Red Beret Hat Madcap Paris NY NoReserve (item 220009697200 end time Jul-28-06 15:14:51 PDT)

When you start referencing Prince and naming your mannequin head, it's probably time to quit making ads.

I Love This Hat!

eBay: Vintage Frank Olive NY Wool ? Hat W/ Pearls MUST SEE! (item 220009524400 end time Jul-28-06 06:15:51 PDT)

Okay - as much as I need the money, I'm kind of hoping this doesn't sell. Even if my husband has told me he won't be seen in public with me in it.

For April (And No Kidney Beans Were Added)

An MH wisdom for everyone in general and for April specifically. (I really wish I could remember these "wisdoms" when I need them most.)

Find the greatest teachers, ask the hardest questions, they never say, "Study philosophy" or "Get your degree." They say, "You already know."

Editorial notation: At no time were kidney, or any other kinds of beans, added to this recipe.

KIDNEY BEANS

I got some great tenants for the my monster rent house. I call it that because it is huge and it took me a month to ready and rent and thats a long time for me. I know some people that think nothing of their houses sitting empty for a few months at a time. Not me though, time is money. It is always nice to have more than a few good applicants to choose from. That is when I get to just pick who I like the best. I promised myself I would reward myself when I got it rented. I'll have to think of what that will be. Yesterday I faxed my CT scan to Oscar the transplant coordinator. I think that is his title. I decided to wait a day and then bug him. I'm praying that my freako set up will not prevent me from being a donor. That would irritate me I think. I don't know why, as it is something that I cannot help. Kidney beans, my mom used to put kidney beans in her chili which was one of the few things that she ever cooked. Can't remember if it was particularly good or not I just remember it some times being really hot. Brandy makes great chili. I like to make a salad that contains kidney beans, (I think it is a salad anyway) that consists entirely of chick peas, kidney beans, canned beets, and ranch dressing. Apparently I am the only one that actually likes to eat it, my husband and kids think it is gross and even give me weird looks while I am eating it.
When I told Kelly that I rented the monster house he started wondering aloud what else I could do for him. I have lots to do in the upcoming weeks. I've got to get three kids ready for the new school year, also need to get ready for Sunday school to start again. I want to be more prepared for my classes then I was last year. I'm suppose to be getting some official training of some sort. I've been playing hooky from church nearly all summer. I've been making it there about once a month on average. The summer has been way too busy for my liking.

KIDNEY STONED

My left side was hurting like hell. A sharp spasmic unbearable pain. The kind of pain that brings you to your knees and makes you cry for Mama. I thought that possibly my appendix was burst. I had no fever so really how bad could it be. Maybe it was something I ate, menstrual cramps from hell perhaps. Kelly was out and about doing what I do not know. I think he was at best buy buying me a new computer monitor. He came home and was fiddling in the office. I made my way in there, because evidently I was not moaning loud enough to gain the appropriate amount attention. I started rolling on the ground and crying. I figured it was another ovarian cyst, I had one 5 years ago and it was a bitch. A little bitch, but a few hours of misery and some soreness after. Seemed likely, I remembered that the Dr, didn't do much for me but give me some pain killers and take me off the pill. So I thought I'd drug myself and ride it out. Motrin did nothing, moved onto the tylenol with codeine, still hurt like hell so I took a darvocet and was generally dopey and misertable for the entire evening, I woke up the next morning and felt like I'd been in a bar room fight the night before. Not that I would know what that feels like, but I imagine if I was involved in such a conflict I would get whooped. Assuming I was in a bar I would probably have had a drink and I'm pretty dopey after just one so my reflexes would be off. More on that later anyway. I felt pretty rugged and sore and also a bit hung over. Almost called in sick at my place of employment but did not. Not because I have an excellant work ethic or anything like that but simply because I knew that I would end up doing more at home than at work and I really needed some rest. I did briefly entertained the notion that I would schedule a Dr.s appt but never actually got around to calling for the appointment. My reasoning was that I had no fever and there for I was not really ill. Can't remember much of that day except for that Brandy made me a really good breakfast. Which I ate even though I felt nauseous. I had Kelly bring me a coke which usually cures that for me. I seemed to feel better as the day progressed. By the time I got home I was burning up. 103 maybe, my temp got pretty high. 104, 105, wasn't very coherant. Couldn't get the Dr to give me his ok to walk in and couldn't get an appointment. Apparently I failed to realize that a 104 fever is an emergency. I was pretty exhausted and in pain again, I hurt so much it was really getting hard to determine where the pain was even coming from. I put Kelly in charge of my health and he got me in to see the my doctor who admitted me to the hospital for appendicitis. It was hours before they even gave me tylenol. They hadn't started my IV and would not allow me to drink. I was beginning to second guess my decision to seek healthcare. Of course it took a while to even get to the room because they wanted to make sure they got PAID. Can't remember much about the hospital experience, not sure if I blocked some of it out. They put a cooling ice blanket thingy on me and I froze my butt off. I got morphine but it minimally took the edge off the pain just enough for me not to cause harm to anyone in my presence. I now understand why animals bite people when they are hurt. My blood work came back and that is when they told me that I probably just had a nasty virus, cause they found no sign of infection. The surgeon was generally annoyed with me that he wasn't going to get to rip my appendix out and I felt a little relieved that I would get to leave with all the parts I came in with. They were pretty perplexed by the amount of pain I was in and decided to do a CT scan of my pelvis and kidneys. The tech stopped midway through the procedure to ask me to describe to him the surgeries I had on my bladder. I said, I think you have the wrong chart. The CT's took a really long time. The urologist came in and told me I had a kidney stone and that if it did not pass on it's own that I would have to have surgery. He also informed me that I could possibly be an alien. Just kidding, he mentioned the intersting fact that I had an extra kidney. Apparently I have duplicated collecting systems whatever that means. It's not all that uncommen or that is how he made it sound. No big deal really except that my stone was trapped in the funky junction of two of my freako ureters. I think he said I have 4 or 5 of those things. Shortly after I saw the Urologist I started peeing blood. I had an excelleant night nurse named Vera, she was an angel. She brought me pain reliever regularly and seemed genuinely concerned for my well being. She reminded me of my mother, who could have been an excellant nurse. I called Cristal to let her know we were going to miss Davins party she came to visit me and brought me contraband food and a book. Also a very pretty plant. I intended to give it away as I am an infamous plant killer. Kelly brought the little ones, I kept wishing Charles would drop by with the kids but he did not. I really missed them, especially my Lindy girl.
Anyway the pain was gradually subsiding, I saw my regular doc and he told me that my stone aside I had perfect functioning kidneys, just an unconventional set up. He even hinted that I could possibly have more than just the three. Maybe he was teasing, I didn't ask. So I said, they are totally normal, so I could give one away if I wanted. He said that I sure could. I had the surgery and even gave them permission to record my innards to share with students. The surgical nurse was a man and I was somewhat dissapointed. He was as nurturing as a man could be but his hands were rough. My anesthisiologist made some crack about him doing illicit drugs and I don't know why but for a brief moment I was scared. Surgery took longer than expected not because of any complication, apparently the stone had made a stealth escape before the surgery. Probably they were just examining my freaky set up and recording it for posterity. Or at least that was what I was imagining them doing. They could have just been playing with my breasts. Kelly was a bit annoyed that because apparently I forgot to inform him that I was having surgery. I thought I had told him but I could have been a morphine dream.

When I called my mom and told her about my alien anatomy she was pretty shocked she said no you don't. I'm your mother I would know. I told her that she really would not since I had no clue myself. I assured her that I was normal and that this was just the way I was born and probably not the result of some mutant growth due to toxic waste or drinking the occasional Cocacola out of an aluminum can. She made some crack about selling it on ebay.
I thought of one of our tenants Dara for a few moments, remembering that she was on dialysis. Didn't think about donating a kidney to her as I thought that only close relatives could donate organs to people. Basically milked my kidney stone recovery for all it was worth. Made other people do whatever I didn't want to for a little while. Til they got wise. My plant died, I couldn't give it away because I kept thinking this time I wouldn't kill it.
Started working a tiny bit more, the college girl that was sharing the relief manager position with me flaked so now it was just me. A few months passed I thought of Debrah off and on. I decided that I could do a better job at managing our properties than anyone and decided to take on that task. First task was to deal with one of my previous property managers loose ends. Apparently Dara and her husbands A/C had been broke for a few days and I was pretty horrified. Especially considering her lack of good health. I didn't like thinking of her having to be any more uncomfortable. John the super A/C man went out there ASAP and it was a misunderstanding of sorts everything was in working order.
I looked at her and she looked so tired and so much older than she did just a few years ago. It hurt my heart. I had extended my friendship to her probably a year ago and invited her to blog with a group of wise and wacky women. Since she did not take me up on the offer I assumed she was not interested in more than a Landlord tenant relationship. I don't know if I heard her dog barked or if she mentioned him but I asked if I could meet him. He was an interesting character he seemed to be a mix of lab and dalmation and pit bull maybe. He looked one of a kind. She told me that her husband had found him when he was a pup. That dog was so ugly he was cute. He seemed very loving. I don't know why but I asked Dara about her health which she did not seem reluctant to talk about. I sympathized with her, I asked her if she was on a waiting list for a kidney. She said yes, I inquired about possible relative donors. No compatible donors had come forward thus far. She had a sister who was a match but it was not a convenient thing for her sister to do at this time in her life for whatever her reasons.
It saddened me to hear that. I thought to myself that if my brother needed that of me that would do anything to help him, and then I thought of who Christ said was my brother or my sister or my mother. I just kind of blurted out. You know I have an extra kidney. No really I have three, you want it it's yours. Not very likely that I'm a match though. She said
that she's heard of unrelated people who were compatible. Then I looked at her and said really I am totally serious who is your doctor. I called her doctor the next day I think could have been two days later. His office directed me to the Methodist Texas Transplant center. They asked me some questions over the phone, just basic health stuff and scheduled an appointment for me the next week.
I went in and got some blood drawn, I was hopeful that I would be a match for her but I didn't allow myself to get too excited. Prior to my appointment I informed Kelly of my decision and he was surprisingly supportive, as long as my doc gave me the ok. He was probably thinking that there was no way in heck that I would be a match. I suppose he was being supportive of my nice gesture. It would be 10 days before I could call for the results. I tried not to think to much about it but in my heart I was asking God to let me be a match. Because I know God can make anything possible and if it was God's will then I would be. Ten days went by and I called for the results, no one was returning my messages. So finally I called the local place where I got the blood drawnand asked if the people I was suppose to call for the results were on vacation or something. The center said no that they were just very very busy.

I was busy showing a house when I got the call. I have your results he said, you are a match and I cried right there with my perspective tenants looking at me. I said that is wonderful, this is great. What's next he said that I will need to do a few tests here in town to make sure that I am not a diabetic and a 24 hour urine collection. (Sounds like fun) Then if that comes out ok then I will go to San Antonio for the final evaluation. I told him that I had read that some times an abnormal anatomy (like having extra kidneys) might exclude someone and that I did not want to waste their resources if that was the case so I offered to fax my CT scan results to them. He is going to have the doctors look at the report before we proceed. You would think that extra kidneys might be a good thing in this case but you never know so I thought I would mention it. So hopefully they will get back to me sooner rather than later. It's been a great day.

Because I believe in listening to all sides of a story

Iraqi Blogs

Even The Ugliest Things Come Back In Style

eBay: HUGE Retro Eames 1960s Lg Acrylic Glass Grapes #3 (item 220008255612 end time Jul-24-06 11:16:55 PDT)

Every house had at least one of these when I was a kid. They were just as ugly then as they are now.

NO! The Bottle Is EMPTY!

eBay: 1892 European Wooden Liquor Transport Box & Bottle (item 220007087571 end time Jul-20-06 11:52:11 PDT):

"Would have been used for transporting French Brandy from Europe to the United States."

Had to blog this one just because it has our beloved leader's name in it.

Help The Dona Buy Airline Tickets Fund!

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More Messiah's Handbook Words To Live By

Because I'm too lazy to actually think of an entire blog of my own ...

Live enough of what you've always dreamed of doing, and there's no room left for feeling bad.

If you want to meet someone who can fix any situation you don't like, who can bring you happiness in spite of what other people say or believe, look in a mirror, then say this magic word: "Hello."

(You get two today because I haven't done any in a while.)
And no, Brandy and Lydia, I don't think this fulfills my blogging duties.

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OUr newest picture was borrowed from the Yogadudes so go buy something there so they don't get mad.
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Love this picture

Bush and Condi Star in True Lies 2

Words of Wisdon from Philosopher Chicken.

Words of Wisdon from Philosopher Chicken.

NOt for children unless you want to show them truth - Parental guidance suggested

The people on this page are dedicated to ending violence on all sides - The pictures and videos on this site are the pictures of war you won't see on fox news. From Vietnam to the war in Iraq and suicide bombers in Israel. For those people who think war is a glorious thing.

Extremely Graphic pictures of what weapons really do.

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Brandy's Book of the month for the evolution of the human soul

This is a look at our future as it may be - Its a future I could live with and enjoy

2150 by Thea Alexander

For a Look at some good old fashioned enviromental Terrorism before it was a deadly venture

The Monkey Wrench Gang

For the religious minded I suggest
The Last Seven Years - A Story of the Rapture

or you can read it free online at:
The Seven Last Years

Predates the left behind series, and not near as fluffy or as simplistic. and all in one book.

Looking for a great Series to read to your children - Might I reccomend

The World of Xanth, Where Lightbulbs Really do Grow on Trees

From the Every Little Girls Should Read list
Secret Garden "When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen..."

For the Boys
Danny, the Champion of the World

I am currently reading

The Teeth of the Tiger by Tom Clancy

Quote from Book
"If you want to kick the Tiger in the ass, you'd better have a plan for dealing with his teeth"

Opening Poem for this book by Rudyard Kipling
MacDonough's Song

by Rudyard Kipling

WHETHER the State can loose and bind
In Heaven as well as on Earth: If it be wiser to kill mankind
Before or after the birth—
These are matters of high concern
Where State-kept schoolmen are;
But Holy State (we have lived to learn)
Endeth in Holy War.

Once there was The People—Terror gave it birth;
Once there was The People and it made a Hell of Earth.
Earth arose and crushed it. Listen, O ye slain!
Once there was The People—it shall never be again!
Whether The People be led by The Lord,
Or lured by the loudest throat:
If it be quicker to die by the sword
Or cheaper to die by vote—
These are things we have dealt with once,
(And they will not rise from their grave)
For Holy People, however it runs,
Endeth in wholly Slave.
Once there was The People—Terror gave it birth;
Once there was The People and it made a Hell of Earth.
Earth arose and crushed it. Listen, O ye slain!
Once there was The People—it shall never be again!

Whatsoever, for any cause,
Seeketh to take or give,
Power above or beyond the Laws,
Suffer it not to live!
Holy State or Holy King—
Or Holy People’s Will—
Have no truck with the senseless thing.
Order the guns and kill!

Saying—after—me:—

Once there was The People—Terror gave it birth;
Once there was The People and it made a Hell of Earth.
Earth arose and crushed it. Listen, O ye slain!
Once there was The People—it shall never be again!

An Email Junk Letter but I liked it and I know exactly how the kid feels I can't wait to be poor again

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the
Express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"It was great, Dad."
"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah," said the son.
"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.
The son answered:
"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."
The boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."

Isn't! Perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.

I wish I had thought of this

iWon News: "Blogger turns paper clip into house
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Jul 13, 8:04 AM (ET)

TORONTO (Reuters) - A Canadian man was handed the keys to a three-bedroom house Wednesday, exactly a year after he offered a red paper clip online, asking to trade it for 'bigger or better' things."

They can sell it on Ebay

Right next to the Grilled cheese Jesus, The demonic Bear and the ever famous styrofoam cup Elvis drank out of

iWon News: "Chicken lays mystery Allah egg
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Jul 13, 8:07 AM (ET)

ALMATY (Reuters) - A chicken in a Kazakh village has laid an egg with the word 'Allah' inscribed on its shell, state media reported Thursday.

'Our mosque confirmed that it says 'Allah' in Arabic,' Bites Amantayeva, a farmer from the village of Stepnoi in eastern Kazakhstan, told state news agency Kazinform.

'We'll keep this egg and we don't think it'll go bad.'

The news agency said the egg was laid just after a powerful hail storm hit the village.

Kazakhstan is a large, thinly populated Central Asian state where Sunni Islam is a dominant religion.

"

My life is a country music song

We have a strange relationship he and I. He claims he loves me but is unwilling to spend any amount of time in my presence. It is odd and at times even hurtful. I don't know what to make of this really. Today he has chosen to go get bitten up by mosquitos outside mowing the lawn at a vacant house during the hottest part of the day,when it is not a pressing issue. I asked why he wanted to do that, he said that he just wanted to. I told him I could get it done cheaply and deduct it from our previous tenants deposit but when it came right down to it he just wanted to do something. He could be outside mowing the jungle in our own yard but I guess the something that he wanted to do would not involve anything around here. Last night he was sitting at the table with Ranger and Ranger spilled his chocolate milk. Kelly looked over at me and said, asked if I saw what happened. I said yes I did, Ranger spilled his drink. I knew he was waiting for me to rush over their and clean it up but I did not. I was in the living room and he was right there. So he goes and gets a kitchen towel and it appears that he is going to clean it up, and I'm feeling kind of proud that he is actually doing something for his son. So later I notice a towel stuck to the floor because he had just thrown the towel over the spilled milk. I asked him why he didn't clean it up, and reminded him that I spent two hours scrubbing the floor a couple of days ago. Then he said that he goes to work and doesn't feel like he should be required to do anything else. This is the usual point where I would laugh but instead I just got teary eyed. My inner bitch is apparently depressed because all I want to do is cry lately. I've been doing some small improvements around the house. I have stopped waiting for him to get around to it. I am capable of doing a lot of things myself and can get help if I need to. I have no partner. I have a job, I am likened to a paid employee. I have an expense account. My duties would be cooking, cleaning, childcare, property management, personal secretary, sex (maybe that's a perk) but a job requirement none the less. We don't talk about anything that is not related to my duties and that to is limited.

Negroponte: leaks damage business cooperation

iWon News: "Recent media exposure of secret U.S. intelligence programs has made it harder for the Bush administration to collaborate with private businesses in combating terrorism, intelligence chief John Negroponte said on Monday."


All I can say is goods. Just what we need is megacorporations collaborating with the government - Sounds like bad but scary Sci-Fi to me and I don't care if they get outed. They should, but then the entire Bush administration should be outed at this point. I do not believe that private business has any right to disclose personal records without a warrant and I am so tired of all the little fraidy cats that think this will make them safe.

If God wants ya he's gonna get ya and dismanteling the constitution cause your scared ain't gonna change that.

Theban Mapping Project - Ancient Egypt in all its glory

Theban Mapping Project

The Fungal Jungle - Guide to mushrooms

Western Montana Mushroom Photo Guide


Science and Nature
Ages 10 & Up
Parental Supervision reccomended

Rogers Mushrooms | Mushroom Pictures & Mushroom Reference

Rogers Mushrooms | Mushroom Pictures & Mushroom Reference

Science and Nature
Ages 10 and up
Adult Supervision reccomended

Another Point To Ponder From The MH

Now matter how qualified or deserving you are, you will never reach a better life until you can imagine it for yourself, and allow yourself to have it.

The Next Reccomendation In the Learn with Brandy series of required reading

This book is particularly good for recovering christians who want more from their religion than meaningless platitudes & hypocritical Dogma. Besides its really funny is place. Click on the link to order it.

Job by Robert Heinlein

Meanings and origins of sayings and phrases | List of sayings | English sayings | Idiom definitions | Idiom examples | Idiom origins | List of idioms

A great site for discovering the roots of popular sayings
and words.

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Get your Messiah's Handbook here

The Messiah's Handbook Companion to Illusions

Mama Lisa's Eugene Field Page - Great Poetry Site

Mama Lisa's Eugene Field Page: "About Eugene Field
For over 100 years, Eugene Field, who lived from 1850 to 1895, has been one of America's most loved children's poets. His most famous works include 'Little Boy Blue', 'Wynken, Blynken, and Nod' and 'The Duel' (The Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat), all of which you'll find on this site."

If you want your kids to know great poetry get this book and learn them with them.

The one book of peotry everyone should own

THE DUEL

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat replied "mee-ow!"
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place
Up with its hands before its face
For it always dreaded a family row!
(Now mind: I'm only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, "Oh, dear! What shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw-
And, oh! How the gingham and calico flew!
(Don't fancy I exaggerate-
I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning, where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this: They ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The old Dutch clock it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)

Thought For The Day

Thought for the day, from The Messiah's Handbook (companion to Illusions):

Like attracts like. Be who you are, calm and clear and bright, asking yourself every minute is this what I really want to do, doing it only when you answer yes. This turns away those who have nothing to learn from who you are and attracts those who do, and from whom you have to learn as well.

One of my favorite poems

5. Little Boy Blue. Eugene Field. Modern American Poetry: "Eugene Field. 1850–1895

5. Little Boy Blue

THE little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch he stands;
The little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new, 5
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

'Now don't you go till I come,' he said,
'And don't you make any noise!' 10
So, toddling off to his trundle bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue—
Oh! the years are many, the years are long, 15
But the little toy friends are true!

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face; 20
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.
"

Men Are Just Happier People

What do you expect from such simple
creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another
snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear
a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water
park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this
one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way
to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add
character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare
at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional
well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut,
blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone
conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about
tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open
all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of
thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can
still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have
strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your
clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same
hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave
your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your
belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes
one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your
legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have
freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do
Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

Too much organization is evil

My head is bursting with random thoughts few of them extremely uplifting or spiritual. So as usual I will rid myself of them here. Let the purification process begin. I am not particularly artistic in as much as I do not have a lot of experience or knowledge in the realm of art. I do thoroughly enjoy looking at most any kind of art and I do occasionally pick up a paint brush. Mostly it's to paint the walls of a rent house but in my heart of hearts I fancy myself an artist. I enjoy creating, I am not always satisfied by the end product but I do delight in the process itself. I'm not much of a planner and my one true planning skill may be that some times this is deliberate. I do not orchestrate every event in my life, I sometimes just choose a path and see where it takes me. I guess that flows over to my art. Sometimes I am pleased with the results, so much so that I will spend a great deal of time examining it and saying to myself. WOW, I did that. More often it is just me looking down at my muddled mess thinking, it looked great 5 minutes ago. I don't always quit while I'm ahead. I love doing arts and crafts with children. Watching little ones create really knocks me out. They all have their own style and no one has really taught them much so they are still very creative and free. If you set a bunch of art supplies in front of 5 year olds and tell them to go for it. This is what happens. Some kids just start grabbing everything and pouring it on there paper and a lot of the time it's just a big mess but sometimes the results can be rather impressive. Those kids always look like they are having fun and they don't care about getting paint in there hair. Then there are the kids that plan everything out, they tend to be very meticulous and have a clear idea of what they want sometimes they are disapointed with their own results and often ask for more paper so that they can start over. While I've noticed that they appear focused and busy they don't always look very content. There are also the ones that aren't quite sure what they want to do and are afraid to do anything so they do very little or they just get inspired by what the person next to them is doing. Usually they are pretty happy when they are copying the guy next to them. Doing thier own thing just stresses them out too much. They do enjoy direction though and always seem proud of the dog or whatever it is I have suggested that they have drawn, glued painted etc. Of course there is also the kid that hates the whole having to make something bit and he usually spends his time making the other kids laugh, or being disruptive. This child seems to be enjoying themselves also and if you don't demand participation from him he will occasionally produce something that is not half bad.
Where is this going? I have no idea, stick with me though this could have a purpose. The afraid to do anything kid,used to be me. I would have copied the person next to me but I wanted to do my own thing. I was probably also quite certain that mine would not come out as well as theirs. Some where along the line I evolved into the grab everything and make a mess kid and that is pretty much who I am now, as an artist. My friend Cristal has tried to encourage me to use some planning in the creative process but I haven't managed to heed her advice.
The Craft Nazi
I volunteered to head up the crafts at VBS with another woman. This was about 4 years ago. I was looking forward to it. The lady I was paired up with seemed very nice. She always smiled at me at church and I had no reservations about working with her. Well the day came when we we met to discuss and decide on the crafts that we would do for VBS. I had thought of a dozen low cost, creative projects to go along with the lessons. One of which I remember being a paper mache fish (was very simple to make) to go along with one of the stories. Of course she did not really consider any of my projects. Her biggest objection to them was that they were not good enough souvenirs from the VBS experience. So she ended up ordering all kinds of religious crap from an oriental trading company like magazine. A lot of them had a lot of little parts and were complicated and I remember a lot of the kids gettting frustrated with them and there were a great number of kids that just gave up all together. I think maybe one or two of the kit crafts were good the others were pretty much a disaster. I'm not much of a control freak so I just went with the flow. I was rather tramatized by the little mini strokes she would have every time a kid stuck the paintbrush in paint to far or glued something upside down. Rather than sticking around to protect the children from the annal one. I jumped ship pretty quick and started volunteering elsewhere. She has continued to head up this particular venue and appears to be relaxing quite a bit and I think that she is actually doing a good job. I don't think that there are a ton of volunteers so I applaude her efforts and appreciate what she does, even though I don't always like the day she does it.
Lindy was sick with a stomache ache and needed to be near a bathroom on Friday. I called Lindy's Dad to pick her up while and by the time we left for VBS there was only about an hour left so instead of dropping Ranger off at the sitters I decided to just keep him with me.We trade off years with another church so this year it was not at our church. Ranger had a rather tramatic experience in this Church's nursery so of course the minute that he sees where we are headed he starts wailing and begging not go. I keep telling him that he is staying with me but he just isn't convinced. So I decided that we would just go in quickly and grab the kids fancy craft and woodshop projects which were laying on the various table. When I walked into the craft room with the boys in tow, the craft Nazi gives me this confused look as this is her free period. I explain to her that Lindy is ill and that we would like to get our crafts and leave because Ranger was in a foul mood. She did not express any sympathy and matter a factly stated that the crafts were not "organized" yet and that they were being organized now. I said that's ok we can wait a few minutes. Well I could tell that the boys being there was driving her nuts so I asked if I could help (thinking it might speed up the process). Of course I could not because her daughters had a system. I didn't really understand why I just couldn't grab my kids crafts off the tables but who am I to question the authority of the craft Nazi. Well Ranger is not settling down and it had been about 15 -20 minutes so I told her that I would just have to ask someone else to bring them to church for. Hoping that she would realize that she was being an unreasonably controlling. No such luck. Well it really was a lot to ask of someone to haul 3 extra bags of crafts, when they would probably have there hands full with their kids crap. So I imposed upon a friend from church to do just that. So henceforth I will refer to the obsessively controling one as the Craft Nazi. She has earned it in my opinion.
Now this has also opened up a can of worms in my busy little psyche. Now why is it that I just couldn't have picked up a bag and started grabbing them. Was I afraid of being impolite? I just don't know. Clearly this irritated me. I took a pole and it was decided that she is a wacko. It's weird cause as I was walking back to the truck with my disapointed kids I kept thinking stupid thoughts like, if only I would have said, please may I grab my kids stuff maybe she would have let me break her protocol. I decided that I am afraid of this woman. She kind of reminds me of my mother. I have issues, I freely admit this. Of course this means war. Just wait til the fall Craft Nazi, your daughters will be in my sunday school class and I'm going to have plenty of messy art! Nah you would probably take it out on your sweet little angels. I don't want you to give them those disapproving looks for mussing their clothes. I need to work on bitch technique.
My inner bitch has come of age and revealed herself this year. It is so, gratifying. I bitch, and release negative energy and it is gone and I find myself a happier person. If I am sorry for my excessive or unwarranted bitching (directed at Kelly for the most part) I apologize. It is also improving our relationship because there is little doubt about the issues that are bothering me. If I begin to feel a bout of uncontrollable bitching coming on. I warn my husband and children to stay away. Kelly is a good protector of his children because at these times he will make sure that the wee ones stay away. So really my self improvement goal is to be a more well balanced bitch. I especially need to work on my subtle bitch technique. I've got the explosive psycho bitch thing down pretty good. In my next blog I will compare and contrast the craft Nazi with my very own sweet mother. Who despite what I write and say about her I have tremendous admiration for.

The oops list - some great picks

The oops list

cute almost 3 year old-ism

Visiting my family and my niece has a daughter who will be three in August. They were driving up to my mom's house and my brother Al's wife, Mary was here, her car in the driveway. My niece (Becca) said to Lexy (great niece), "Oh! There's Mary's car!" and Lexy replied- "No....*Mary* had a little *lamb*!"


Loved it :-)

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Oh NO We've been Mary Kay'd

Yes Victoria occasionally even I wear makeup have to keep those witchy warts hidden somehow. Recently we tried Mary K for the first time in decades and strangely enough I like it. I reccomend the timewise 3 in 1 and the moisturizer. It doesn't even make me break out which if you know me is amazing. The cleaner reminds me of the original phisoderm. USed to love that stuff can't find it anymore. Anyways this stuff is great and much more reasonably priced than I feared going in.

So anyway if you are going to buy it anyway - you should buy it here and if youwant to go into business for yourself you can do that here also.

The Satin Hands set (Makes a great gift) was the big favorite at our party and I nkow you aren't really supposed to but I use it on my face and it works great there too, still doesn't make me break out.

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