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Tuesday, February 28, 2006 SO... DID ANYONE ELSE THINK THAT EVERY CONTESTANT ON AMERICAN IDOL PRETTY MUCH SUCKED TONIGHT? 'Cuz, seriously they really did.Ouchie, my ears.* posted by me | 8:36 PM | 4 comments Friday, February 24, 2006 DAMNIT BABY! O.K. Jewels you’re on my sh*t list.I do not like chick flicks or chick TV. So I watched Ghost Whisperer tonight and bawled for…like 10 minutes….but still! Not watching that show again. Don't make me cry... I'll cut you... like with paper and stuff. (But I still think you're the coolest. And don't be mad at me for swearing at you and stuff cuz I really do like you...but you made me cry. That's not o.k. Well YOU didn't make me cry. The show did, and you recommended the show... anyway... titties!... ***sniff***.) posted by me | 8:18 PM | 4 comments Thursday, February 23, 2006 BEAUTIFUL... BUT WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT We couldn't figure out how to handle the lighting for over the dining room table. Of course Hubby had an awesome solution. Right now, we have a couple stupid lightbulbs where the lighting will go. But this is what we're thinking. for lights 
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006 14 DAYS TO A COFFERED CEILING He's like the energizer bunny. He just keeps going and going .....A couple of these got out of order, but here's John's latest work of art. He started February 7th and finished (this half) February 21st. And now he's creating something else... which I'll will show you tomorrow posted by me | 4:51 PM | 3 comments Sunday, February 19, 2006 YEAH. THAT'S PRETTY MUCH HOW IT STARTS.  In case you can't read it: Sally: You know what this kitchen needs? Ted: Some reasurance that it's perfect just the way it is? I sat down to the Sunday paper today and found myself rolling on the floor laughing hysterically over the first box of Sally Forths comic. It pretty much sums it up. What’s worse, I actually caught myself not 10 minutes later uttering “Hey babe look at this, maybe that’s what that window needs.” So anyway here is what John did to the house in January: Remember the uber bookcase from last winters hiatas?  “Babe, I just love this bookcase, but you know what it needs? A little balance.” So hubby balanced the bookcase for me.  This next idea was not mine, so you can’t criticize me and tell me I’m working my poor hubby to death. At least I don't think it was my idea. ... no, it was his, I'm pretty sure it was his. “I think that space above the kitchen cabinets needs shelves…bring everthing together…yeah, that’s what it needs.” So he built shelves. And we hoisted them into place.     You’re going to crap when you see what he’s been doing for the last 2 weeks. Popo, no telling! posted by me | 4:10 PM | 7 comments Tuesday, February 14, 2006 I HEART YOU. I REALLY REALLY HEART YOU. Happy Valentines Day.I’m not a big fan of holidays. I’ve found as the years go on that the true spirit of most holidays have been squashed by crass commercialism. At this moment Target employees feverishly scurry about tearing down the valentine displays and decorations, replacing them with St. Patty’s and Easter décor, while 4th of July fireworks and back to school supplies wait on deck. Valentines Day seems to be geared towards women. This, in and of itself, is the making of a disaster, at least in my opinion. The gifts: The typical gifts associated with V-day are confusing to me. Let’s discuss… Candy/Chocolates: While it is true that everyone likes candy of some sort, mass amounts of it as a gift may not be a good idea. Yet, some genius convinced us it was. To me it’s like the bearer saying “Here honey, I bought you 2 more inches to your thighs and a little more jiggle to your tummy.” Not to mention that this gift may be the very thing that pushes your significant others New Years resolution to loose 10 pounds right over the edge and shuck it all. Flowers: First of all, while most know a red rose is supposed to be a symbol of love, you will find your last second attempt to find said roses in stock at the local flower shop, may be your ultimate demise. What you most likely will find is in stock is a pretty bouquet of Michaelmas Daisies (translation: Do not write or speak to me; I can never love you). Plus, they die. It’s like saying “I love you honey, here is a symbol of my love, now watch it die.” Jewelry: Not a big fan, but that’s just me. The few pieces of jewelry my hubby has gotten me were unique pendants from artisans. That meant something. Now, while big diamonds are a very important testimony of love for some women, for others it is nothing more than bragging rights, which to me instantly turns that “gesture of love” into worthless crap. The players: I think V-day puts a lot of pressure on men. Hold that thought…. The fiancé: Right now there is a young girl quietly sobbing at her desk because her fiancé did not wish her a happy V-day before she left for work this morning. Granted, she didn’t wish him a happy V-day, apparently the rules are the man is supposed to say it first. While my gut instinct was to callously yell at the girl to “pull her shit together” or “get used to it.” I simply said, “He probably wants to surprise you.” But seriously dear, you’ve set your standards too high. I can only imagine this poor sap driving to work listening to the radio and the DJ say “Happy Valentines day listeners” and the guy yelling “SHIT” as he cuts off the other 30 drivers around him who are all trying to exit the freeway to the nearest drugstore in hopes to find at least some candy hearts and wilted flower still in stock. The people I want to slap: While I can feel somewhat sad for the girl and her fiancé and how they will now spend this special “day of love” working out this “issue”, I have no tolerance for the woman who steps arrogantly into the office shoving her “score” in everyone’s face. Especially poor sobbing girl. I want to ask them “Is this really what love means to you?”, but I won’t because I know I will spend the rest of the day depressed because the answer I’m sure will be “yes.” Because it will confirm that the spirit of the holiday has truly been lost. Why do people feel they need to wait for a holiday to express themselves? And why is it so expected? For me it’s the little things all through the year that mean so much more than an expected box of chocolates, a fist of flowers or shiny rocks on one particular holiday. For you guys out there, take a deep breath and trudge through the day, you’ll make it. And then on some random day, take her out to dinner; maybe give her some token of your affection – just because. And ladies, you know what your guy wants; any day is good for him. posted by me | 12:39 PM | 3 comments Wednesday, February 08, 2006 CURSE YOU! STUPID "FEMININE PRODUCTS AISLE CONVERSATION STARTER UPPER" CURSE YOU! I have been known to start up a conversation with a stranger in a store, but in the feminine products aisle? No. It’s get the shit and get out. So I was totally shocked when a woman “tsk’d” me as I threw a package of Stayfree with wings into my cart, and then proceeded to tell me how the wings chafe the inside of her thighs and she’ll never buy those types of pads again. My response “Huh….never had that problem.”At least I didn’t until the stupid “feminine products aisle conversation starter upper” had to mention it. Cripes! I hate that when people (and commercials for that matter) point out things that bug them or irritate or cause side effects or whatever and even if you did seem to experience the discomfort or inconvenience you didn’t seem to notice it until they OPENED THEIR BIG FAT MOUTHS. Sorry. Didn’t mean to shout. I’m a little chafed. Yes. This may fall under the category of T.M.I. for you guys out there. But you all need to realize there is more to a woman’s cycle than bloating, bleeding, cramping, mood swings, chocolate craving, sudden leaks, odor, adult acne and weight gain. There’s also chafing. posted by me | 5:44 PM | 5 comments Friday, February 03, 2006 IF THERE IS A GOD, I DON'T KNOW THAT HE'S PLAYING TOO FAIR So I was complaining to the hubby tonight about how much I hate "Family Fun Night" at the elementary school, which I won't even go into now because the point is completely moot. Why, because as I was ranting about my trivial little issue the phone rang. It was my brother, letting me know his girlfriend is in the hospital, and she's been diagnosed with leukemia. She also has 2 little girls. So, I feel as if the Supreme Being deservingly bitch slapped me, because I am so pathetic as to complain about a social gathering that really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but still felt the need to complain about it anyway. All the while my brothers girlfriend lies in the hospital and he is...well, he is what he is given the circumstances.I cannot relate. I do not know what to say, or to do to help him or his girlfriend, or her kids, or his. He's had a rough time the last few years. And just when things seem to be settling back into a happy place… I’m not going to venture down the path of my spirituality in blog world. But if you read my blog, lurk here, or happened upon it by accident today, or for whatever reason you’re reading this now, please offer a thought of hope, encouragement and peace for them. posted by me | 9:56 PM | 4 comments |
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