The Breast of Humanity

I had the most fun I have ever had (without my family being involved) last friday, Christmas Eve. It was such a joy spending more time with some one who I can really connect with. Plus the dinner was fabulous, and still is as left-overs. There are some pics that can be veiwed here. I only wish that I had had some little beds for little people to sleep on so that we could have hung out for longer. It was so fun, I really want to do that sort of thing more often. Anyone up for a new Year's feast?

Merry Christmas!!

Oh, the timer is going off that means my lunch is ready. MMmmm... Christmas burritos. Well, so far the most exciting thing that has happened today (other than some things I can't speak of) would be my nieghbor coming over to use the phone to call someone to pick her up because her husband just threw her across the room. Got to eat now.

Well, it is Christmas Eve...

Well, it is Christmas Eve. I feel like putting on a cd of carols or something, but all I have is The Very Veggie Christmas. What is everyone's favorite Christmas songs, or just Hymns and stuff? Mine is "O, Night Divine" with a runner up of "Silent Night". I am supposed to be cleaning right now and replacing the burned out light bulb in the bathroom (which has been out for almost two months now), there are also alot of bones in the yard that I was going to pick up before my guests came over so that they wouldn't see the leftovers of my last guests, MWuah-hah-hah! No, actually I live right next to a cow feild and for some reason whenever one dies it always manages to die right next to my yard so my dog drags the bones into the yard to gnaw on. I am also going to put up my little tree sometime today. Hopefully the lights on it will still work. Well, I am really racking my brain for excuses not to do what needs to be done so I am going to stop making excuses and do something. Hmmm, I think I will make a pot of coffee. Then I will procrastinate some more.

Roo, if you want to come to dinner you can. We would love to have you.

Christmas Eve Menu

So the menu for your dining pleasure tomorrow night will be:

Salad
Ham
Broccoli Casserole
Baby Carrots (cooked)
Herb Potatoes
Sweet Potatoes
Green Beans
Corn
Beer bread
Pecan Pie

MMMmmmmmm... L, do you think there will be enough food? I am kind of worried about not being able to feed all of the people in a small country with our leftovers. Also, do you know how to cook a ham? Because I sure don't. Everything else is easy. am going to make the pie and bread today so we don't have to think about them tomorrow. Oh, you just logged on. I will hurry up and post this so that you can check it and see if there is something I left out or anything.

GOD: Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.
ARTHUR: Sorry -
GOD: And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's, "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I'm not worthy". What are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms - they're so depressing. Now knock it off!
ARTHUR: Yes, Lord.
GOD: Right! Arthur, King of the Britons - your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times. ARTHUR: Good idea, oh Lord!
GOD: 'Course it's a good idea!

Now I comand you to stop groveling. I am over it.

And for those of you who require this knowledge the script for Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail can be found here.

So yesterday, I was so psyched about getting out to go to my ladies group. Then when I got there (we were going to have dinner at Chik-fil-a), I waited and waited and waited. I even tried calling L's house, but to no avail. I left at almost eight after waiting for some forty-five minutes or so for someone to show. When I got home I was pretty disappointed because had some stuff that I wanted to talk about, and now (since my brain doesn't work in the memory department) I don't even remember what it was. No, I am not trying to guilt trip you guys, I just wanted to let you know everything on my end since everyone else blogged about it. I did however get to spend the remainder of the evening listening to my husband try not to talk because his throat hurt so bad and reading LOTR again for the thirty sixth time. That is what I get for being a geek though, I suppose I just have to torture myself by reading lots of non-educational mindlessly entertaining books. Hmmm... I think I will go eat some cold s'mores and read some more.

Funny Talk

Something I love to do is listening to RC talk in his sleep. It is the most enjoyable past time in the whole world. Well, last night he was doing it again. This is how it went: I rolled over and put my hand on his shoulder and he said to me "I wonder what your dad wants." "What?" "I wonder what your dad wants." "Did he call you?" "No, we were doing uuuuhhhhhhh..." Ok, so he fell back asleep. Lets' try this again. I said to him "Hunny, what is wrong with the fish?" "Maybe you should try restarting it" Ok, he fell asleep again after that one. Then I actually asked a real question: "Are you hot?" "No" "Are you cold?" "I am right next to the mountain." "What mountain?" "The mountain I am next to. It is.." "What?" "It is..." He was out for real that time. One other night, after a concert I think he turned to me in his sleep and asked me where the cables were and if I could plug them into the speakers. Oh how fun it is to be married to someone who talks in their sleep.

This is sort of a comment to roo roo's last post about the Sanrio characters.
My favorite is Landry (obviously), but my runners up are Hoshikuma, Sweet Coron, Deery Lou, Pinky Lili, aw crap, I can't name all of them. Needless to say, when you work at a Hello Kitty store for any length of time you develop a certain fondness for the creatures that reside within. I can still remember all of my regular customers. The young woman who had just gotten married and was decorating her entire house in hello kitty (wonder how long that lasted?), the lady who put her lipstick on outside of her lips almost up to her nose, the old lady who always got stuff for her grand-daughters. Ahhhh. Sweet memories. Then there were the not so sweet, like when the lady came in and used a stolen credit card and bought a couple hundred dollars worth of stuff, or the time that one of the other employees detained a customer because she thought she was using a conterfiet hundred dollar bill (when in all actuality it was just a really really really old bill so noone recognised it). But anywho.

I did one of the most derpressing things I have ever done voluntarily yesterday. I cleaned all of my "thin" clothes out of my dresser and closet. The most depressing thing about was that now my dresser and closet are almost empty. That is why I always wear the same four or five shirts. One of my friends from Nashville finally got a tattoo! It is a lovely chain of thorns around his wrist. It is very nice. He got it done by the same artist that did angel Landry on my leg.

The stuff that my squish-ums had did not disappear. I was apparently being delusional considering the fact that today it was covering most of his side. Sheesh, I am really stressing about that especially since we haven't even got enough $$ to take him to the doc. And to add insult to injury (or something like that) last night he fell over and busted his lip on the window sill, it is a little swollen and purple today and it seems like it bothers him while he is eating but other than that it is alright. Well, RC is at this very moment enjoying steak @ Logan's with all of his work buddies, but it is a good thing the company is paying for it because he would be washing dishes if they weren't. My life is really quite boring especially since the most exciting thing that has happened is that I trimmed my bangs two days ago. And I have watched Totoro five times this week. That movie is so addictive, but it is so cute! I think I really should get back to my first love though, and that is Tenchi! Well, maybe not my very first, but definitely one of them. I am going to do something productive. Anything, just to get me out from behind the glowing brain sucker.

And for those of you wondering, the words that you can't read out to the side of the big flower on my header are actually my favorite E.E. Cummings poem. And since he didn't name his poems I can't give you a title, but I will give you the first line so you can look it up for yourself.

i like my body when it is with your

That is it. It is a wonderful, ummm... sexual but wonderful poem.

People, Rides and Deer

Today I met a very interesting young lady. She just happens to be my next door neighbor's (M)daughter (D). So, D came over about three times today to borrow the phone because her mom always comes over to borrow the phone because they don't have one at that house. D does not live with her mom, and today was the first time I have even seen her there. The interesting thing about her is that straight from the start she was completely (and blatantly) truthful. She seemed to have a lot of troubles but is one who puts on a smile in the morning in spite of them (reminding me very much of myself, even though I don't have alot of problems, just a few). She was trying to get ahold of her boyfriend to get a ride back to her house in Flora. After four unsuccessful phone calls I pipe up, "Where in Flora do you live?" knowing even if she does tell me I will still have little to no idea where it actually is. "Near Kearney Park." OOOOOOhhh, I do know where that is. "I can give you a ride." "Are you for real? You would do that for me?" Like I just saved the planet from being blown up by alien invaders. "Yeah, no problem." The phrase I use the most when talking to her and her mom, as in "No problem, I don't mind you using my phone for the tenth time this week." And no, I really don't mind lending it to them with one flat rate for all of my long distance calls I don't have to worry about extra fees for blah blah blah... as the spiel goes. So any how, on the ride over there she pretty much tells me her life story of how she lived in a bunch of different places and even though she hates MS she keeps coming back. How she was a great student (debate was her favorite class) and even valedictorian, and had all of these scholarship offers and wanted to take "time off" after graduation before going to college. How everyone in her life told her she would never be able to do what she wants to do, so she ran from them and in doing so hasn't yet attended college. How now she is trying to figure out how to get into college but doesn't have the fundage. About how she and her boyfriend got into a big argument last week and that was why she was at her mom's since last Sunday. About how they do miscellanious substances, but they try to do it in moderation (as in: after they get smashed on whatever substance is their preference of the night, they try not to drive). When she told me how old she and her boyfriend are I told her that was how old RC and I were when we got married. She also told me about some dirty Flora cops offering to drop charges against her and her boyfriend for having paraphernalia if they just told them who was doing what in the mobile community they used to live in (they didn't, they just took they tickets and paid them). So, all in all, I think she seems like a very interesting person and I am going to try to get to know her better by offering fudge as a bribe. He-he-he! I am so evil. The truck did not fall into pieces either! It kept doing what it has been doing, only worse. But it will run although by using it I did only make the problem worse. But at least I didn't have any suicidal deer try to attack me. Wreckless creatures! They don't give a single thought to these poor unsuspecting vehicles on the roads!
Oh yes, and for those of you wondering, squishy's stuff has ceased. We gave him some Benadryl and it helped him to nap and to get rid of the stuff.

Better/dreamy

I am feeling kind of like a bowl of jelly today. I am just sort of pooling where ever I happen to land. I am currently in a nice comfy puddle in front of the computer screen. I am doing a very good job of not stressing, partially because I gave up on solid feeding the squish. I really need to finish those Christmas gifts since I need to ship them at latest like two days from now. I just feel like procrastinating right now though. Last night I dreamed that I married Lex Luthor! WO-WEE! Like the Lex from the Smallville series. He kept morphing from Lex into my husband though. It was cool. We got married in the Bahamas. We dressed in garb! Let me tell you, he looked pretty darn hot in garb! Then while honeymooning, this little blond stick kept trying to break into our room because she said Lex was her husband. She finally got in and I forcefully removed her from the room (all while wearing a saucy little piece of negligee). Then Lex and I went to New Orleans (which I have never actually been to, so I am sure the details aren't all correct), we were in some parade since Lex is like a billionare. He kept asking me to tell him my secret. I didn't know what he was talking about. We went to the courthouse or something, because we had to clear up something about our marriage and I got arrested for something (it may have been indecent exposure since I think I was still wearing the negligee). But then the cops took this old jewelry box I had, and they were like "you aren't getting this back". And I begged the chief to give it back because it had been in my family for like sixty generations. She was like "you mean it is...?" I was like "yeah". So she was like "we have to release this woman". And when I went back to Lex he was like "so how old do your people grow to be?" I was like "what are you talking about?" He was like "you know what I am talking about". Then somewhere around there I woke up. It was a very interesting dream, but a good one because I got to honeymoon with Lex Luthor! He he! I am as giddy as a school girl! *sigh

Wow

I am astounded by how much better I am now. I am still angry, in the rear part of my mind, but all in all I am feeling like this will never get worked out and I just need to stop caring so much. So, I have given up on feeling grumpy, and I am just going to forget about all of the problems in my marriage and pretend I am an infectiously happy person again. Because if you pretend something for long enough, you begin to believe it. I have (since this morning) applied that theory to my life, and it is working (sort of). So now it is time for a sing-along! Maybe not, I forgot the words. Oh well.

Yesterday, I had a big thing with the man. It wasn't very pretty. It turns out I feel like every time I try to do anything in this relationship towards making it run more smoothly, I spend about half an hour passionately telling of all the things that I am having troubles with, and he then turns around and says nothing. Not a blasted word, except maybe "I'm thinking". What the heck kind of answer is that. How about instead of just thinking, you tell me what you are thinking! I am sick of talking to a brick wall, which doesn't seem like it gives a flip! How are we ever going to fix this crap if all I do is get angry because all you do is sit there in silence, which only makes the volume go up? No, moving back home won't do it. How about you actually try to figure out how you can help out in this? I am so sick of being a single wife.

Absentee

I apologize to those of you in small group. RC had to go to the doctor last night and it took forever. We didn't even get home until after seven. I am still stressing over this whole solid food issue, but I think the squish and I have come to a sort of agreement. So, all-in-all, today has been the easiest day as of yet. He still screamed the entire time I spooned applesauce into his mouth, but at least he was opening his mouth for it, and swallowing it once it mostly got in there. This is such an exciting blog, when you really think about it. Yippee! You get to read about my daily trials with feeding an almost one year old! Holy crap! I can't believe it. That messy little creature that munches on cheerios and bangs blocks together was in my gut just one year ago! I was complaining about my back hurting all the time (oh wait I still do that), having troubles sleeping, not being able to get comfortable, peeing every two and a half minutes, not to mention the fact that I was the size of a small elephant! I am so amazed that this little sometimes annoying creature is a creation that grew inside of me kicking and punching and now he is a little boy kicking and punching and biting (good thing he couldn't do that in the womb). This whole "life" thing is just amazing. It just seems so difficult for me to comprehend sometimes that a magnanamous deity would see me as being deserving of such a gift, incredible. Ok, I know if mom is reading this she is crying and I am about to start up too. So, adieu for now.

Head

So for the last two days I have been working on tweaking my blog template (actually just the header up top) in photoshop. It has been a long and arduous task, but I have completed it. Now all I have to do is figure out how to load it. I am as proud as peach! This is what happens when I need to blow off steam and come to the puter, well ok, at other times I blow off steam by murdering all those baddies in Star Wars KOTOR. I feel as if I have just given birth to a wondrous creation! I am giddy as a school girl! Please everyone give me your comments. Even if it is about something that I screwed up on it. Hopefully it will be up by the end of today. Then all of you can gaze at it in wonder and whisper amongst yourselves "wow, she must have been on crack to think that looks good". Alright, I will leave you with the tension of knowing it is coming, so get ready for it! Mwuah-hah-hah!

Oh yeah, and for those of you who are curious, squishy ate one jar of baby food this morning at about ten. I only know of one person who really cares about that info, but he only checks it like once a week.

Yesterday was very difficult, but today is going well, so far. He finally stopped crying yesterday for long enough for me to stuff a jar of baby food in his mouth at about one. And he just woke up a minute ago, so hopefully today will go better. Before the end of the day yesterday, he had eaten two more jars of food, now granted to baby food jar only contains two and a half ounces, he scarfed it down. Now he is trying to thwart me in my attemt to blog so I must end.

I quit

The days of a stay-at-home mom/housewife's life are not always filled with happy smiles whilst one changes poopy diapers. Nor does she particularly enjoy having to clean up every mess, make every meal, and generally cause happiness to shower forth upon the occupants of her abode. In fact, I am certain that sometimes she would personally like to bash in certain young people's heads. I do believe that trying to wean a child from the bottle to solid foods could be the most unsavory job ever created. Why can the child not drink from a bottle their entire life? Why do they have to be eating solids by one year of age? Oh, the questions of a stressed-to-breaking-point mind can ponder. If I put him in his crib until he stops crying will he actually stop crying? If I ignore him until his father gets home will he have just cried himself to sleep, or were those coughs I heard a little while ago him choking into unconsciousness? At least the crying has stopped. And I only occassionally hear littles sobs break forth. The desire to simply get dressed and leave the house is almost more than overwhelming. Why is it that every time I attempt to feed him real food, he acts like I am stuffing arsenic down his throat? It is only applesauce! Why is it every time I try to feed him real food I just want to bash my head into a wall until there is nothing but a bloody pulp? I honestly think there is no such thing as a truly happy stay-at-home mom/housewife. It simply isn't possible for one to remain happy through an onslaught a ceaseless crying, food throwing, and general chaos. Why is it I want to punch out windows? Kick the dog? I just want to quit.

Coffee, GOOD!!!

Ahh! I am alive, alive!!! After about 20 some odd hours of sleep I am really awake now. The weekend fun-ness has been slept off, and now I am a dull housewife again. The little powdered donuts are almost gone, and so is the juice! You know what I have failed to mention, my kid is soooooo cute! I love him, even when he is being a pain. Like this morning, he was gnawing on my sleeve, and he just lookied up at me with those beautiful hazel grey eyes of his, and it just made me melt. He is gonna be trouble in a few years. "But, momma, we are just going to go to the movies, please " "Oh of course, squishy" "I told you not to call me that in front of my friends" MWUAH-HAH-HAH! Oh boy, that will be fun! I can't wait. Oh, the revenge of the housewife! How sweet! So JS doesn't work at the coffee house now, so does that mean that there is no longer going to be one at RTPC? I will never be able to get a job now. Oh well. Not like it actually looked like they were really working on it anyhow. I need to work on my Christmas presents, I have to ship them out by next Thursday, I think, for them to get there on time. Since my sewing machine isn't messing up sooo much, maybe I will actually get them done on time. And I still have to get the nippers and wire in order to make RC's mom's present. Aww crud. There is too much to do. I think maybe instead I will just sit here and blog all of this inane stuff that people really couldn't care less about. Haw Haw Haw! And you have to read it, because you don't know if something interesting and important will be typed next. Like this little tidbit of information: I have watched My Nieghbor Totoro at least 6 times in the past week! Sickening isn't it? Well, a little monster is calling for my attention.

Ahhh, sleep

I am feeling much more alive today. After staying up late (which I very seldom do since I love to sleep) and a soggy night in a tent (I didn'tet soggy, it was just soggy outside) two nights ago, I got lots of sleep yesterday before church (like three and a half hours) and lots of sleep last night (like ten or eleven hours), I am indeed feeling much more alive. Lots of fun was had at my first sca event (watching folks beat each other down with padded weapons was very fun). My brain still isn't functioning properly, but that is because I haven't had any coffee yet. Wow, I totally cannot focus on the screen. Maybe I am not as alive as I thought. Oh well, it is a good kind of dead. One that means I got to spend time away from my cave and not have the pressing duties of mommy. I actually got to just be ME! It is so nice to realize that I still have my own personality aside from being wife and mom. YAY!

P.S. Thanks, RC, for playing the role of mommy for the weekend, I really needed it.

Stupid truck antics

So, yesterday... When I posted my last entry I forgot one important detail... The truck is still dead. SO.... When we left the shop on Wednesday, we did not bring the truck with us. They said they would work on it and to call them in the morning to see if they had completed all necessary work. So, RC called in the morning and here is how he told me it went... "Is the truck ready yet?" "We have some bad news for you...." "...When we put 'er up on the rack yesterday there was transmision fluid everywhere..." "...so in essence, you need the entire transmission replaced. I'll call my guy to tell you how much it will run you. I can give you a discount on labor since you bring 'er in so much..." "...If you call me back in a short while, I should have a quote for you." "Thanks, bye." "Bye." Click. So, he calls back in about ten minutes... "So, what's it gonna be?" "It will be $1500, parts and labor."

The blasted truck

So, everything has been good for a while and that is why it was time for things to go wrong like they always manage to. So it has been like, oh, 4 weeks or so since we have had to fix the truck so it was really actually time for it to break down again. Yesterday, as I was being the good a dutiful housewife that I am, I went to purchase some groceries. I decided that since we needed to have the solenoids replaced anyhow I would go ahead and not do that and go to the store first. So I gassed up at the 3rd closest gas station. I got back into the car, turned the key, and (as some of you who know my luck with this truck will know) not a bloody thing happened. Not even a click! So, I go to the pay phone, since the cells had been turned off for a month, and stood outside for about 45 minutes trying to hold on to the nasty, dirty pay phone reciever and a baby who wanted to hold it, too. After 5 unsuccessful attempts at getting through to RC, I finally get him. "Have you checked your voicemail?" "No" "Well, maybe you should check it" "O.K., Hold on (unintelligible background noise). Where are you?" "I am at the gas station. If you had checked your voicemail you would know!" "What is wrong?" "The truck is dead" "What is wrong with the truck?" "It is dead." "What is it doing?" "Nothing. Not even a click." "How many times have you tried it?" "Like 50!" "Well, I guess I'll call the shop and see if C will come get you." "Yeah, Thanks, I would appreciate that." "I love you." "Yeah." Click. Five minutes later... "Did you call him?" "Yeah, He said he would be down there as soon as he could. You know, if you had gone to the shop first thing then this would have happened at the shop..." Click. By this time the baby is not only trying to grab the phone but also the edge of the phone box. Forty-five minutes later... "When did he say he was coming?" "As soon as possible." "Oh. I am going to walk home." "Don't do that. I'll try again. Call me back in five minutes. And don't walk home." "Alright." Click. So, after spending on and off about 2 hours outside holding a squirmy baby and a reciever, I finally go back inside and resolve myself to sitting and waiting without complaint (but inwardly seething) when I really just want to be at home. Some background on me: home = a place where I can cry my eyeballs out at whatever little inconvience comes my way (yeah, I know I am a baby). So, there I am sitting with a baby who is now in full force like I am stuffing arsenic down his throat. So, I give RC a grace period of about ten minutes, when all of a sudden a shadow blocks out the overly cheery sunlight streeming through the window. Then to my surprise (since I hadn't looked up yet, seeing as I had tears streaming down my face), the eclipse picked up my keys, grabbing ahold of the one for my truck. I look up into the face of this knight in shining armor (who seems to rescue me more than my own husband). Oh joy of joys! It is C, my mechanic! With a greatly apologetic look in his eyes (and mousse in his hair), he says," I am really sorry. Right after RC called some one came in to get a qoute." "That's alright. That's fine." I say weakly as I attempt to brush the tears off of my face without him noticing. So then, with phone call forgotten I go outside into that biting cold. C tells me there is a bad connection in the starter. So, within minutes I am driving down the road again, this time towards C's shop. Once I get there, I give RC the forgotten phone call and, surprise, he is almost to the shop. So, I sit down with a squish in my lap and a twinkle in my eye. My knight in shining armor is coming. Shortly, I see a big grin pas across the features of the squish, he must see someone he knows. Yep, just outside the front window is daddy-o. So, the rest of the day flashed by in a whelter of images both good and bad, until 7-ish. Included in all of those "flashing images" somewhere was me completeing my grocery shopping, and as always forgetting about six things, and, I think, also images of myself, the squish and my man eating sustenence of some sort at some time. Oh yes, after 7-ish is when the ladies hang, so it was all cool and stuff.
Yes, so that is the tale of the blasted truck.

The Breast of Humanity

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Friday, December 24, 2004

Well, it is Christmas Eve...

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Christmas Eve Menu

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Funny Talk

Monday, December 20, 2004

Friday, December 17, 2004

Thursday, December 16, 2004

People, Rides and Deer

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Better/dreamy

Monday, December 13, 2004

Wow

Friday, December 10, 2004

Absentee

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Head

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

I quit

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Coffee, GOOD!!!

Monday, December 06, 2004

Ahhh, sleep

Friday, December 03, 2004

Stupid truck antics

Thursday, December 02, 2004

The blasted truck

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