Where did this come from?

I actually got a good nights sleep last night. My reward the most awful dream. I'm totally afraid to post what the dream is about because well, it was weird and involved having to dispose of bodies. I will state for the record that I did not kill anyone in my dream, it was someone else, but apparently I was an accessory after the fact because I tried to help in the disposal. I think maybe I've been watching too many crime drama's on TV, plus the really awesome TRUEBLOOD on HBO. Maybe there really is something to that too much violence on TV.

I will say after staying up an hour in the middle of the night after that dream I did go back to sleep and I had a nice dream about John Mayer rubbing my feet. John, feel free to come back anytime and rub my feet again you were awesome!

I got tagged

I was tagged by Princess Mindy for the a six unremarkable things about me meme that is floating around out there. It will be hard to contain it to just 6 me things.

1. I am a night owl and not a morning person.  I like to sleep in and stay up late.  Just me.
   
2. I like cats.  I like to snuggle up to something that keeps me warm at night and that doesn't require me to get up at oh-dark-thirty to let them out to pee.
3. I am LOUD.  Yes, I said it.  I'm loud my natural volume is probably 2 decibels over anyone else who is reading this.  
4. I am constantly cleaning out something, but I never seem to truly accomplish organization.  (I blame this on the men I live with - all three of them.)
5. I am the most loyal friend you will ever find - how boring! I wish I was the one you never forget because I always do something outrageous.
6. I can never make the final decision as to where we are going out to eat.  I never want to "choose" the restaurant someone else hates.

If you read this consider yourself tagged.  HEH! HEH!   Yes, this means you too Unstable.

An incredible man

It takes an incredible man to take a hot topic like a presidential election debate with the first black candidate off the front page, but Paul Newman was an incredible man. It brought tears to my eyes to see that "old blue eyes" was no longer with us. He did a wealth of good for our world, some by giving us entertainment, some by just helping the little guy and he did it without fanfare. Someone, the world could learn a little from. My thoughts and prayers go to his family and friends - the world is a little darker place with out him.

I've got the hiccups.

Almost 3 posts in one day, its 1 minute past midnight and why I'm typing I don't know.  I do have a nasty case of the hiccups, for some strange reason.  My mother always told me I was growing when that happened.  Jeez, I hope its not my feet or my stomach.  I have enough of those.  Maybe it should be my boobs.  I'm mean I do have DD's but maybe it would make my stomach look smaller. 

I just finish the Sex in the City movie.  It was good, not what I expected, even though I was told it was not going to be what I expected.  I still enjoyed it, I cried (I am such a sap!)  And I can't believe Samantha didn't get it on with Dante.  He was HOT!  

Anywho, I'm off to bed, hopefully the hiccups will go away and I'll get some sleep and be able to get up in the AM.  Goodnight.

NO, NO, NO

The only way to keep the economy going is for the American People to have money to spend.  Not credit, money.  So stupid politicians, do not give the stupid companies who screwed up so much that their company is broke or run down into the ground money.  Its not the companies we need to keep moving, its the people.  If the people can spend money, companies will benefit.  Makes sense right?

And that's all I have to say about that.

I can fix the ecomomy!

I know you are sitting around wondering how I can do this. Well, here's my plan - oh, and my husband helped. The government says we need $700 Billion in bailouts. Well, we can do this soooo much cheaper. We have approximately 305 million people in the US. So we take we give everyone $1 million dollars to pay off their bills and "BOOM!"; we've fixed the economy for only $305 million instead of $700 billion. Now I understand some business might fail, but think of all the mortgage companies that would be fixed if everyone could pay off their mortgages. And if business made stupid decisions, they deserve to fail.

Now, there are people who say that you give someone a million bucks and they are going to spend it on other things instead of paying off their bills. OK, lets revise this. Everyone presents a detailed list of their bills, government pays off current bills up to $1 million dollars. Then we could solve the worlds problems for even less, because my bills don't equal a million dollars. Do yours?

Dijea for President. Or maybe Secretary of the Treasury.

Important Questions

You know by now that I am totally and utterly addicted to the Lego Video Games. Guess what comes out today? LEGO BATMAN.

Here's my dilema. I can either be a good guy or I can choose to be evil. Which do I choose?

I also get a free key chain with my game do I get Batman, Robin, The Joker or Catwoman. Help me decide.

Update: They only had Batman or Robin keychains left.  I had decided on Catwoman, but I went ahead and settled on the caped crusader himself. BATMAN! 

I'm making a great impression.

Well, I haven't been going to work (well at least this incarnation of work) for a month yet and already I'm having to call in sick to take care of a sick kid.  I know this happens, but as the lesser employed of the two parents I get the short straw.  When I say that I mean I am part time & my husband is full time.  He is also in the medical field and well, frankly its not that easy to replace him as it is me.

But poor little Hunter is coughing like a smoker of 80 years and has green snot running out of his eye sockets so its probably best I get him in to the see the doctor.  Wanna come to my house?

Nurse Dijea to the rescue

I feel overwhelmed again!  My poor little Cagey got beaten up again.  So after bleeding all over my bed, then oozing nasty slimy pink puss, we were off to the vet, shaved and shot up full of antibiotics he's home making the most awful of noises.  Probably whining about being dragged of to the nasty icky vet and then having to get a needle shoved in the back of the neck.  But hey, what kind of mother's are we if we can't treat our kids and/or animals with a few needles because we have their best interests at heart?

My little Hunter is sick again too.  He is a snot machine.  MACHINE!  I swear.  He is so full of snot that it is coming out of his eye sockets.  This has happened once before and I am so not looking forward to all the evil things I have to do to clear it out.  At least he's old enough to blow his nose and I don't have to suck it out of his head.  He also has a cough that has traveled down to his chest.  So either we are about to have a full blown asthma situation or we have the croup.  WHOO HOO!  The sad part about this is that he doesn't complain and when he does, OMG you might as well just take him to the ER and look forward to being admitted.  He started complaining about his through yesterday too.  So we will be spending the rest of the day curled up in Mommy's bed watching movies, playing video games and hopefully napping.  My guess is he will be playing Reader Rabbit or some other computer game all day, but whatever makes them happy.  Right?

Look at Macy

Isn't she cute? This is Macy Jennifer - the baby that I got for my birthday. OK, the baby that was born on my birthday. Brandon & Lizzie did a good job of making her didn't they?

YAWN......

I'm tired. Seriously, tired. As I wrote yesterday, I am not a morning person. When I left work yesterday, I fell asleep at a stoplight and if Mr. Impatient hadn't honked, we might have stayed there all day. I got home from work ate a little something and proceeded to take an hour and a half nap on the trampoline. Way to watch the kids! I didn't have enough energy to make dinner so we went out. I was even in bed before 11. I usually don't feel awake until about 9pm anyway so boy was I tired yesterday.

Its not allergies, its not the change in season or the change in schedule. I'm tired ALL THE TIME. ALL. For a couple of years I've been tired. I don't sleep well at night, I know that's part of the problem, but why am I so stinking tired? I give up! Is my life doomed to be in need of a nap?

FYI, I didn't have any energy yesterday, so that left leg is still hairy. But at least I'm wearing pants today.

And the moral of this story is?

I am not a morning person. NOT! I apparently can't even train my body to be alert in the morning. On August 25th of this year, the kids started back to school and I started back to work. Due to having to be ready for work when we head off to school, I must get up at 5:50 in the morning. OK, that having been said, I rarely make it out of bed without hitting the snooze. I also have a "second" or "back-up" alarm, because I have been known to turn it off and just go back to sleep. Three weeks of training is apparently not enough.

So this morning, I got out of bed with the back-up alarm and jumped in the shower. I washed and conditioned my hair, shaved my leg. Got out blew my hair dry, got dressed, made the kids lunches, got the kids dressed. Dropped them off, came to work. I am currently starving because I didn't get up in enough time to make myself a lunch. So I'm following a co-worker who brought their lunch, one because I'm hungry and it smelled good, but also because she's fun to talk to and it has been a little slow today. She asked me how I was I said cold, she said it isn't that cold, I said I shaved my legs this morning and look they are already grown out. I looked down and almost died of embarrassment. That is not a typo in the second sentence of this paragraph. I literally shaved my leg, my right leg to be exact and didn't shave my left leg. Now I know that several of you have written embarrassing stories about how you went to work in two different black shoes, or a black shoe and a brown shoe exactly alike. I am walking around my office in a skirt and high heels with one shaved leg and one hairy leg. Its not slightly stubbly either. I look like a German woman named Helga who has never been introduced to a razor.

I have turned about 14 different shades of red, was laughing so hard at my stupidity of not noticing sooner and am bawling when I walked into the staff offices. I couldn't even get the story out of my mouth because I couldn't compose myself. I know have to sit at my desk afraid to remove my legs from the cover of my desk and somehow manage to have the courage to pick up the children and hope the mom's standing around me don't notice my unpainted toenails and hairy left leg.

Hello 40, Nice to meet you.

Today is my 40th birthday and well its  been an exciting 24 hours.  Evil people in my family conspired against me and threw me a surprise 40th birthday party.  I walked into "SURPRISE" with no make-up on not my best T-shirt and flip flops.  My toenails were not even painted.  

I got some fabulous things for my birthday, although the most fun was a baby.  Yes, I said a baby and no I'm not pregnant (again that will never happen again - I promise) and no new animals were introduced to me.  Perplexed??  Well, my cousin Brandon and his wife Lizzie had their baby on MY birthday, MINE.  Cool.  Her name is Macy Jennifer although I'm not sure how they are spelling the Macy I'm just guessing.  I haven't seen a picture yet, but I can't wait to post it as soon as I see it.  I now have girl cousins from two out of my three cousins - Evan, don't go there yet.  

I got my camera - the hot, very hot Nikon D90.  Thank you husband, I got wine, a couple of cool hand-painted wine glasses.  Some fun and excited gift cards.  The nicest present of course was having my friends and family around me to celebrate this awful, I mean wonderful, occasion in my life.  Getting old and decrepit.  My scooter is on its way,because apparently, things just start crapping out randomly when you reach my old age.

Current Obsessions

I am currently obsessing about quite a few things.

• Loved Fringe last night. I can tell this will be a long standing obsession & who knew Joshua Jackson was so cute. I am not of the Dawson's Creek generation so I didn't know, but now I do and I will watch and drool.
• Cath by Death Cab for Cutie
• Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon - I've been listening to both of these on Satelite Radio Kings of Leon for about a month and I'm just not getting sick of them.
• Quantum of Solace. I can't wait to see this. I rarely get to see movies in the theatre, but this one I won't miss. Daniel Craig is HOT!

You decide...

I got a comment on my Yard Retard & Other Exciting Tales that I didn't publish saying that my bad karma that day came from me using the word retard.  Seriously, there was no intent to disparage anyone.  So I will let you, my faithful readers, decide if my next door neighbor truly is in fact a Yard Retard.

It rained here today.  ALL DAY.  In fact when going to pick up my children from school, I had an intersection by my house completely underwater.  The right lane of a six lane road (three going each way) was completely underwater.  Do you think we got enough rain for one day?  Well, the Yard Retard has his sprinklers going right now.  My husband says it probably was because the rain didn't have the right PH balance.  Me -- well, you know what I think. 

Any thoughts, comments, or perhaps a new nickname?

So, how do you find me?

I've seen tons of people write on their blog about what ridiculous things people search in google or whatever to find their blog.  I've seen everything from penis pump to poop in my pants.  What is the number search that gets people to my blog:

LEGO HOUSE

Not kidding, of all the snarky comments and ridiculous blog entries I get I get at least 3 people a day who find my site by searching Lego House.  You think it would be a little more interesting than that.

Click here to see the entry.  But it is kind of cool that when you search lego house images mine is the first picture that comes up.  I'm #1.  Too bad its not in meeting the Foo Fighters on the street and becoming life long friends.

OMG - Violence and Crime in front of my eyes.

We are having guest for dinner so I ran off to a major discount/grocery store to get the pizza crusts (I'm too lazy to actually make my own pizza crusts- shh! don't tell.) I had to get a few other things like cat food, I swear I feel like I always need cat food.  Anywho, as I was walking to the exit I noticed a huge crowd of people hanging out by the doors.  There were mother's grabbing their children and running the other directions.  Kids were pointing, parents were pointing. People were laughing or bug-eyed with shock.  There was also several large guys in red shirts running for the door and a line of employees blocking the exit door.

I'm thinking:  This is going to be good. So I start walking a little faster to see what's going on.  You know you would have done the same thing.  Its human nature to want to look.

I was deeply disappointed to miss most of, but got to see the ending of a rather average looking dude being violently arrested by an either an off-duty police officer or security guard and about 5 store employees, pulling bottles of shampoo or soap or something from his pockets.  As they managed to wrestle him under control the guys is screaming "my pants, my pants" I think that in all the wrestling they were no longer going to cover his you-know-whats and I certainly didn't want to see that.  The security/cop was screaming "I don't care about your pants."  and why should he, while another employee was pulling more bottles of something out of his pants.  

I must say there were a few things wrong with this picture.  1st if your are going to shoplift I think you could do better than putting bottles in your jean pockets and untucking your shirt.  2nd  if you were going to shoplift in a major discount/grocery store wouldn't you go for some video games, electronics or maybe booze.  Why soap?  That's what baffles me.  Maybe he just really needed shower? 

My husband is worried.

My husband is worried that the Yard Retard is going to see the previous post and get upset.  I think I woke up in an alternative universe today.  My husband is never worried.  NEVER.  Ok, well if the house was on fire and he couldn't get his video games out my husband would worry -  any other time NO.  I'm the worry wart, I'm the one who obsesses over that kind of stuff.

1st - the Yard Retard is not going to be perusing my blog.

2nd - the Yard Retard does not know I have a blog.

3rd - the Yard Retard would not lower himself to read my blog if he knew about it.

Husband why are you worried about this, are you trying to impress him.  Do you want to bond over some manly thing?  You were the one that gave him that nickname.  Trust me he'll never find out, but if he does do you think he might plant St. Augustine and have a normal yard like the rest of us?

The Yard Retard & More Exciting Tales

I can feel that today is going to be one of those days. The Yard-Retard's sprinkler system was going off as I tried to get into the car today to take the kids to school and me off to work. Yes, I said it, The Yard Retard. Its true. Our next door neighbor is a total Yard-Retard. I mean we have this guy who lives across the street - nice as pie lives by himself, never opens his eyes and mows his yard with an electric lawn mower. He pulls it instead of pushing it across his lawn and even he is brighter than the Yard-Retard.

The ever famous Yard-Retard won't plant normal grass in his yard, he has to plant grass that grows on a golf course so he can mess around with his clubs. Its doesn't matter that his yard is so small that he really can't do that, but you know golfers. Anyway he waters this yard 3 sometimes 4 times a day and all it looks like is an old man with plugs. Yes, its like one blade of grass per square inch. Why, because golf course grass (or at least the kind he plants) doesn't do that well in Texas. Its is HOT in Texas and it doesn't like the heat. It looks completely ridiculous. He's had landscaper after landscaper out to find out why his grass won't fill in only to be told he needs to plant Bermuda or St. Augustine which he steadfastly refuses.

Well anyway back to the story, I couldn't get in the car because Mr. Yard Retard can't fix his sprinkler system to not water my driveway and my car. So as I walk out in white pants to get in the car I had to wait for his sprinkler system to turn off before I could run off. My big purse was attacking everyone I got into close proximity to, I was too loud in my office and was told to keep it down. I am loud, I can't help it so whoops - I promise to do better. Charlotte informed me "I needed to put the coffee down". Oh, and then I get a really nice panic attack. Its not even noon. Hopefully, my day will not continue on this path. I feel like I'm living in a commercial for Murphy's Law or bad Karma.

I am a cube of ice.

It is freezing in my office. FREEZING! I've already snuck the temperature up a degree on the thermostat and turned the fan from ON to AUTO. Its not helping. I can't think straight when I'm this cold. I feel the need for fur wrapped around my body. I might actually have to get into the attic tonight to get a sweater so that I won't walk around looking like a giant Popsicle around the office.

AGH! I need a space heater!