Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Worst Christmas Adventure EVER!!!

I lied. Just the drive home.

I departed for LA on Thursday morning around 9:20. I made a few stops, got great gas mileage and made ok time. I got in early enough to visit Lori and let the dogs play.

The next day we took pics with the dogs and had lunch. Lori's leg was all gimped cos she injured herself and couldn't really do much. That thing looks mean gnarly gross. But it's crazy how much better it got day by day.

Saturday I visited family, did some errands, picked Jesse up from the airport. He missed his flight cos the airlines were taking forever to check people in. But after a mini-ordeal he got on another flight and got to LA an hour later. We met up with Katrina for her birthday at Tweaker Bowl. Elizabeth, Sophie, Danielle, Joey and Katrina's bf Marshal were there. That was a night of craziness. Jesse spilled my beer on me and I was freezing but all ended ok with that.

Sunday we visited my grandma, came back, did the tree. Jesse and Charlie took a nap. We were gonna go out but were way too tired and so we just hung out and relaxed. Then in the evening, Lori, Craig, and Rene came over and we did dinner and presents. After that, Jesse and I went for a late night shoot at my old indoor range and they let us stay after they closed cos they were doing stuff. We got some vidjas and pictures and all was fun there. We were then talking to the guys at the range about Nevada and life in a state with less gun laws and making them all jealous.

Monday was our departure home. We left around 10:30 am and were making great time and mileage. Charlie started fussing when we got to Sacramento and could do for a feeding and changing but I told Jesse to wait till we got out of the city and then there was a loud noise and we had to get off the freeway. We wind up pulling over by some park and find some pump on the car blew or something. Jesse knows the details on that. Anyway we call AAA and get towed to a mechanic who says he has the part and can fix it and all is good and right in the world. He tells us how much it will cost and we can squeeze that into our budget but it would be super tight after. Then cos the shop is closed for the night he can only take cash. I go to an ATM and try to pull out money and it doesn't work. Nothing works. Apparently cos I was out of my home location and trying to pull out a large amount of money from a foreign ATM at an odd hour of the night, Wells Fargo put an automatic lock on my card as they thought it could have been stolen. So I call the bank and they say they can't do anything but to try tomorrow, which doesn't help. The mechanic gets pissed off yells at us for about half an hour and then calls some other dude and I'm thinking someone's gonna come and like beat us or something like Pulp Fiction gimp style or something. Then he tells us to get out of his shop and what not. It was a mess. We told him we would get him the money as soon as we got the bank situation fixed. So he got his money Western Unioned to him today and he was happy and surprised cos rarely do people hold true to their words.

Well as if that wasn't bad, we get out of the shop around 2 am and get to the Donner Pass and there's a snow chain requirement. No chains, no go. Fortunately I bought those chains for $20 on Craigslist before I went and it was so freezing we had to get one of the guys to help us do it cos we just weren't having any of it. At that point, we had 90 miles to Reno and could only go 30 mph tops so we didn't get home till 5:10 am. Jesse thought he had to be in at 8 this morning but then they rescheduled him for 2 - 10 and he just called in cos there was no way he was going in. We are both super tired. Cranky. Wanting sleep and maybe more sleep. Jesse says no more holiday travel and no long distance trips for a while because of this.

On the plus side, we decided to open our Christmas presents today as a way of making all right in the world. I got Jesse his 30 carbine die set, some 30 carbine ammo, and a George Carlin dvd box set. Jesse got me a sweater, some house shoe moccasins made of sheepskin, a crocheting needle set, some .380, and a new blowdryer. Charlie doesn't get to open his presents till Christmas day though.

Anyway, that's the shortened version of the weekend. Again, I'm tired and the house is a mess and I gotta unpack and get it cleaned for Christmas as we might have some guests.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Beer: It’s not just for drinking anymore!

Last night was Katrina's birthday party at Tweaker Bowl. The gang was there and it was good times. Till Jesse spilled my beer on me. Then I got grumpy from there on out. I wasn't even drunk to where it was funny. I had A beer. Then I got a second beer. I put that beer on the table and Jesse, who was a shot of Jager, a Jager bomb, a beer, and stealing Katrina's white zinfandel's when she wasn't looking away comes up to me for something, knocking my beer off the table and onto my shirt, my jeans and leave me sopping wet and smelling of alcohol. I was cold, sticky, and probably smelled totally gross and super cranky for about half an hour. Unfortunately, there was only 30 minutes of kareoke left, so, needless to speak, I was fussy. We rarely get to go out alone and par-tay. My mom drove us so we didn't hafta worry about limits or designated drivers or anything. But I was pretty bummed cos this was the first time in 3 months we went out alone without  the boy and with our friends. The first time in over a year the two of us were out with out friends together since the baby shower. And probably the first time I've ever gone out drinking with my husband. I wish we could do that again and go out somewhere and have fun. I have this sick urge to want to go out dancing tonight or something after Christmas is all said and done. For real! Call me kooky but we rarely will have a baby sitter for Charlie readily available and that doesn't charge us anything. Anyway, we only have today left. Oh well. I love my Boogar though even though he spilled beer on me. I'm over it now. Now I just look back and laugh. And I know if Lori was there she would be cracking up. She missed out. I thought she was coming but she didn't. :P

Friday, December 19, 2008

Global warming my balls

Seems like everyone and their left nut has snow right about this time of year now. So. Cal. Texas. Louisiana. It makes us northerners not feel so special anymore. I'm convinced Global Warming is something some dumb ass politician made up in hopes of getting elected into office. Or like a fad, like slap on bracelets or furbies. My point is, life evolves around cycles. Lunar cycles of full moons, quarters, new moons, and whatever the other one is. Tidal cycles of high and low tides. Weather and seasonal cycles with warming and cooling. Long story short: the world isn't going to over heat. The ice caps aren't gonna completely melt and flood away New York. There won't be some weird apocolyptic end of the world scenario. It got ass hot a while back and now it's gonna get ass cold and then it'll get ass hot again. The only reason no one ever noticed this crap is cos no one ever cared to chart it. I'm sure if you look back like 400 years ago, similar shit was going on. So environmentalists, chill. It will be alright. Nothing wrong with recycling and conserving and what not, but just cos you drive a Prius doesn't mean you're better than me and my good ol' American gas guzzling hunk of metal. It passed smog, yo! Anyway, that's all I hafta say about that. The end.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Putting things into perspective

I went out for coffee this morning with some of the moms in Charlie's group with Charlie and Lulu in tow. Interesting coffee shop, allows dogs inside. Anyway, when I got home I noticed that the outfit I wore out was really cute so I took a picture and when reviewing it, realized something I realized when I was getting dressed this morning and that being I have lost a LOT of weight. I noticed this as I put my boots on because last time I wore these boots was last winter and they were snug as a bug in a rug against my bloated 4 month pregnant calves. Anyway, for my first prenatal I was 167 lbs and when I delivered Charlie I was 200 lbs. Those are numbers I like to ignore seeing as that puts me in the obese category. Well, 7 months later, I have lost 48 lbs. OK, it fluxuates throughout the day from 46 - 48 lbs, but you get my point. Granted I gained 33 lbs while pregnant, I've come a long way since. But it didn't happen over night. The pregnancy weight did actually. I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight by 6 weeks postpartum thanks to breastfeeding, walking, and proper eating, but that was 33 lbs. It took me another 4 months to lose an additional 15. I guess my point is that there are all these things for diet pills and quick diet fads and I just don't believe any of that stuff. I mean, if it took me so many years to gain this much weight, it'll probably take just as long to take it off. I don't believe in those fad diets. I do believe a fasting detox a year is a good thing though and will be doing one once Charlie is weaned, as my body feels like it has a nice amount of toxins in it that need to be flushed out, but I don't think it should be used as a means of dieting as some people try to do with these miracle diets and what not. Anyway, I'm still classified in the overweight category but for the first time in a very long time, I am happy with my physical appearance. And that's a good thing.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Test Pattern Channel

So I feel like I've been on the war path lately. Tonight I went to do a load of diapers and we had $1.25 in quarters and like $38.00 in nickels, dimes and pennies. I sat for what seemed like a decent amount of time separating two jars of change into three jars for pennies, nickels and dimes and then counting what the value of each jar was. When doing so I managed to block out everything around me. I was in the change counting zone. I've been working on a sweater for Lulu and I was crocheting it for the past few days. I have a plastic crochet hook cos it was cheap and I didn't want to buy one of the more expensive hooks if I wasn't going to use it often. Anyway, I have been using the hook more than I planned and instead of buying a nicer one, I have been enjoying my cheap one and of course it snaps in half today. Again, when I crochet or knit, it's weird busy work I can do that doesn't require thought and allows me to go into power save mode and block out the world. Jesse always asks me if I'm ok when I'm doing it cos I guess I look mad or something but I'm really just mentally on the test pattern channel. Today when I came home from doing diapers, Charlie was super fussy. We changed him for the night into a double diaper cos he's been peeing super heavy at night. Anyway, he had a big turd in there and it was going everywhere. It soiled the new clean diaper and I went to clean that off and it got another clean diaper messed up. Basically, he got 3 new clean diapers dirty right after I washed the lot of them. This really set me off for some reason. It was like one of those moments in life where you feel like all your efforts are made in vain. Like how dare I try to get the house clean and dishes washed and diapers washed and expect it to be nice for just two minutes? Jesse was nice enough to make dinner while I was out and Charlie was asleep and I thought just once we'd have a quiet dinner where the two of us could sit and eat in silence instead of Charlie crying or trying to steal our food. Again, a thought made in vain. Like we deserve a silent dinner to enjoy amongst ourselves. Anyway, I feel pretty wound up lately. Stressed. Angry. Yet whatever the mood is that you totally aren't surprised cos you expected something to be the way it is. I don't know what that mood is but it is what it is. All I can say is that I've been greatly enjoying night walks with Lulu or mornings fishing. And I don't want to be a jerk but I want to have a night with Jesse and me, just the two of us. I don't care if we just sit outside for a few hours alone. I want away from the ruckus of a child. It's hard and I just need a time out or something. I don't even want to hear laughing even if he's happy I am fucking sick right now and just need some QUIET TIME and SLEEP. 

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Dear Santa...

All I want for Christmas this year are 6 - 8 consecutive hours of sleep.

These last few weeks have been hell. Charlie is waking up 2 - 6 times a night. Sometimes he just wants his binky. Usually he's hungry. I can't keep up with him anymore. This lack of sleep is making me moody, giving me headaches and making my eyes hurt and body sore. The only peace I get is when I go on a walk in the evening with Lulu and Jesse thinks I'm mad all the time or something. I can't do this anymore. I need sleep. Uninterrupted sleep. Seriously. I feel like I'm gonna snap or something. :(

Jesse gets peed on, Lulu makes friends

This morning Jesse was changing Charlie and he was holding him up in front of the heater butt naked and was like, "Look at this naked butt boy!" And I look over and Jesse's looking at me like "heheh meh" and Charlie is giving me the same blank smile as Jesse and I look down and he's peeing on Jesse!!! I was like, "Jesse, you realize he's peeing on you right?" Jesse looks down and was like, "DAMMIT!" I was laughing so hard!!!

*****

Since I now have a car, I was able to go to the Sparks Marina dog park and we met some other pugs. They were just on a walk but their owners told us about this first Sunday pug meet up out here and I looked on meetup.com and sure enough they do have a group posted with pics of pugs and all so we're gonna go on Sunday next month for this. I can't wait to see Lulu in her element.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

The Tale of Jesse’s Christmas Presents

Jesse is by far one of the easiest people to shop for. Every little thing he says throughout the year I take in and then when it is time for his birthday or Christmas or just cos, I know what to get him. This year, one of the items was very simple. Just order it online and early enough to insure it comes in on time. Another was a whole other mess though...

A few weeks ago, I saw the 30 carbine reloading die at Sportsman's. I couldn't buy it then because I didn't have the money for it at the time. So I waited. And of course when I went to go buy it, it was no longer there. So I had to try some other places. Certainly I thought Cabela's would have it as they have a pretty good selection of items. I went to the aisle and browsed and thought, "Maybe I'm having a blind moment and can't find what I'm looking for." So I go up to a sales clerk and ask them if they had a 30 carbine die and the one guy kinda had a glazed over look and asked someone else about it. The guy looked at me and asked for more information from me. I'm sorry, but I was pretty damned informative. I gave a lot of information on the item. Very specific information. The maker. The price. What the packaging looks like. Alas, the man walks off and goes to his computer to do a stock check. He comes back like 20 minutes later as I browse around bored wondering what the hell is so hard about finding a standard item but then I find him and he's helping someone else! Did he forget about my item!? I asked him what the status was and he simply responds that they have a .308 die and I tell him very matter of factly that I do not want a .308 die as that is the wrong thing and not even close to what I need and that if I wasn't aware of this that I could easily spend a considerable amount of money on something that's not even right. I don't want to be an asshole customer cos Jesse always tells me about horrors of retail customers being assholes but I thought I was more being helpful to prevent this old man from making a future mistake and selling something wrong to someone who could be an asshole. I mean, if this was a wrong item, fine I could return it. But what if it weren't returnable? What then? I'd be stuck with something neither of us could use. I politely explained the dynamics of this to the salesman who seemed like he could give a shit as his job was simply a paycheck and that it was too early in the morning for him to deal with this. I was pretty annoyed I couldn't find that item either cos I had a good coupon for it that would get me $10 off.

SO the hunt continues. I called a bunch of stores. I'd say 80% of the people I spoke to either had no clue what I was talking about and had to ask someone else, one store I was on hold for 10 minutes and asked by 3 other people, including the original person I asked if I had been helped! I decided based on that, that I would never go to that store ever. Finally after browsing the phone book and spending about 30 minutes on the phone asking several stores, I find a place in Carson City that has what I need. The catch is that the item is used. The salesman claims the item appears to be good as new and in it's used price it is 75% cheaper than what I would have paid for it new. I go down just out of curiosity sake to check it out. Turns out it actually looks like it is in very good condition. Weird, right? The packaging looks pretty old but the product looks very nice. So I know, I feel ghetto for getting Jesse one used item for Christmas but I'm pretty picky about things and if I like it, I'm sure he'll be ok with it. Besides, it's not like he hasn't ever bought a used item before. Plus I saved a good deal of money on it in this case and found a neat little store in the process.

On that note, on the trip to this store, I found a place called the Chocolate Nugget which is a candy factory. I believe one day we need to go there. Plus to the shop I went to. I saw a slew of nifty things in that store but it was just a matter of money and not having more than what I allowed myself to spend issue. So spring. If we're still out here we shall go there!

As for the other Christmas presents, well, like I said, Jesse is a super easy person to shop for. I did get an idea for one more thing and I may get him that. It's nothing pricey, just an afterthought...

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

If you don’t want it, don’t bid!!

So we were short a few bucks for rent, which wasn't a huge deal cos I had some items for sale on eBay that were ending on the 30th and rent is due on the 1st. All the items I had up sold. I do paypal payments only and say that if you don't pay within 72 hours, you get bad feedback and I relist the item. I sent our rent payment via billpay cos it takes a few days to process, this way, the property management company gets the money but we don't need to pay for postage and like a check it takes a day or two to clear, in which time, my eBay payments come in, go to my account and all is good and well in the world.

Well, I put my old maternity clothes for sale and they sold for $30. I sent the people 3 invoices and told them that if they don't get their payment in today that I will relist the item and leave bad feed back. This is the THIRD invoice they got. They reply with an email saying, "Hi,we do not want this credit back,thank you".

OK, first, there will be NO credit as no payments were recieved! Second, thanks to them, our rent did go through, as did Netflix, but now I have two overdraft charges of $35 PLUS the fees eBay charges for selling items on top of the listing fees. We're looking at close to $80 I've lost because of them not buying the item, and that is in fees, it's more like $110 if you include the $30 I would have got for the payment on the item.

Needless to speak, I am pissed. VERY pissed. YOU DON'T BID ON SOMETHING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BUY IT!!! These people have perfect feedback of 100% good buyer status so I was pretty confident they would pay. I did not expect that stupid email. Even eBay's terms say that if you don't want something, don't bid on it! And it's not like they didn't think about this because they bid at like 3 hours from auction's end. In that time, they could have retracted their bid. And even 3 days after they won they could have emailed me saying they didn't want it so I could relist the item in time to cover that money.

Anyway I'm really pissed. Losing $110 is a lot of money when you're not working. Shit, it's a lot when you ARE working. That money was Jesse's Christmas gun! Granted, I still have the money for the gun, the bills, and other stuff, but it just pisses me off so much that people don't realize what a financial burdon they are putting on others in their irresponsible bidding. I wish there were a way I could get that money from them but eBay doesn't do that stuff.

So this person has emailed me a bunch of emails saying they're sorry for the inconvenience. I explained to them the financial inconvenience of what they've done to me and my family. Maybe they'll feel guilty and pay me back or something. I'm just annoyed.

Mommy's Bladder Is Not A Toy & Other Pregnancy Pains

Out of nowhere, the Teague-tot has become very active. The last week has turned into an on and off kick and punchfest every hour or so. He went from being this calm little dude in my belly to this active little beast messing with me when I need to relax. When I'm at work or out and about or any other inconvenient time, he finds it fun to play with my bladder. And so the boxing of the bladder begins, making me have to pee. I go, and resume what I'm doing. Then 10 or 15 minutes later he'll go back to playing with the bladder again. Usually I wind up going pee 3 times in a 30 - 45 minute time frame.

But the tot, he is very strong now because he is bigger. Noticeably-feely bigger. I went from looking a little pregnant to looking VERY pregnant over night. This adds to the incompetent gimp status of me. It's difficult to get in and out of the bath. I have a hard time shaving my legs. I can barely put socks and shoes on. I can go on and on and on about normal things I was once able to do that are now big ordeals. Last night I had to have Jesse help me take off my socks so I could take a bath. Anyway, one of the hardest things for me in the whole growth stage is that he is taking up more room inside of me, thus taking away from room for other things previously inside me, i.e. stomach and lungs. Because he is getting bigger and requiring more energy from me and stealing more of my calories, I need more food. But I can barely eat as much as before because now my stomach is cramped up all high and tiny like. At times I feel as if I need to eat but then I feel faint. It's a bitch! Last night after dinner, I felt sooo pained from the food in my tummy. There was so much pressure. I felt like I was going to barf it all out as if there wasn't enough room for it inside of me. And I needed Tums for heartburn and Tylenol for growing pains and it was a world of pain for me to take those because of all the lack of room I had for them and the water to go into!

On growing pains, again we have reached a slump of discomfort. At night, I am back to the tossing and turning trying to find a comfy place and failing miserably. No matter how or where I lay, it just doesn't cut it. Here I am at work feeling as if I will pass out from lack of rest. People are telling me I don't look so good. No, I don't. I'm ending a never ending battle with yeast and bladder infections, have a growing baby who puts me in pain his father will never comprehend, and on top of it all, I can't get any damn rest! I would kill for a cat nap right now as I am finally in a state of comfort, but lo and behold I'm at work and I have meetings in 2 hours and projects up the ass. So a nap is out of the picture. Damn!

I went from glowing to looking pale as a ghost over night. Pregnancy is a trip. There's the crazy crap you deal with of the on and off pain and weird eating habits and lack of and then there's the cool stuff like feeling your kid moving around inside of you and finally knowing and realizing, yes, there is indeed a little person there. It seems like the last 3 months were just surreal. They were just concepts that there was a person inside. Then when I heard the heartbeat it became more real. Then when I saw the ultrasound, it became even more real to see that the little person was a little boy who blinked and moved. And now, I feel him moving around and I finally see my stomach growing and know there is in fact, someone in there and in 4.5 months, he will be out. I guess I should enjoy him in there while he's there because after that, I won't have any more of the silly inside kicking and moving unless we have another kid down the road. Either way, I get scared shitless sometimes but I know in my heart and in my head I would never give any of this up for the world. It's truly an experience where the outcome will be far more rewarding and difficult, but I will enjoy it so much in the long run.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

So this is 2008...

I guess you could say the year started off with a bang. I was in bed, sleeping for a change. Then, I am startled by rattling and grumbling and all of a sudden POP POP POP POP and Jesse informed me there were dozens of fireworks above downtown. I would have got up to look aside from the fact I was cramping beyond belief and I had finally found a comfy spot. After what seemed like 10 minutes or longer of non-stop fireworks, it all ceased and I was able to go to bed. I was cranky.

Sometime around early in the morning, I was laying on my back and the baby was kicking all crazy like. I put Jesse's hand on my tummy while he was sleeping so he probably doesn't know about it, but I thought, maybe he'll feel it in his sleep, who knows.

Around 8:00 Jesse had to wake up for work. My alarm told me so. I kept telling it to shut up. Finally Jesse got up and left for work. I stayed in bed another hour and a half. I got out to see if the Rose Parade was on. As a kid, this was THE big thing. As an adult, it's kinda suck ass. I was sad cos it wasn't on any of the normal channels. Instead all there was were football games and you know how much I love organized sports... I did find it on the Travel Channel though. Thanks, fancy pants cable! I watched a bit of the pre-parade show. The thing didn't start till 11:00 though. By around 10:30, I went back to bed where I laid down for a bit on the phone with my mom cos I was uncomfortable again. Lulu got under the covers and took a pug-nap behind my legs. On that note, I thought that was a good idea, so I slept for another hour.

So here it is 11:45, I'm dressed but not fixed up. Just dressed. Took the pug out to potty. She made a wee and a boom. I'm stressing out over moving and the baby and stuff. I suppose now would be a good time for Jesse and I to sit down and figure out how we're going to do things financially the next five months. We're due in 4.5 months roughly. We still don't have a name. I hafta find daycare. I'm actually at one of those points of freaking out to tell the truth. I dunno. Maybe I should just have some chocolate or something and say "it's ok!"

Who knows. 2008 just means everything is one day closer to being that much more real. I dunno if I can handle this...

Monday, December 1, 2008

Music & The Cyber Age

Remember when music used to be the most important thing in the world? Remember when you discovered a band you liked and listened to their album over and over again, memorizing every word, getting to know the band via the album artwork, buying other albums to see if you liked them as much as the one you had and then eagerly awaiting the next album? Tracking the band in the LA Weekly trying to follow every show they played cos every song they sang meant something to you and seeing them perform live made you feel like life meant something?

Then remember when Napster came out? The Limewire? Then iTunes and every other imaginable internet downloading option out there?

Does anyone else feel like their relationships with bands has come to an end in the computer age? I mean, I felt like back in '98 I was in a musical heaven and then bands started to change. Music started changing in '00. Emo started to become popular. By the early end of the millenium, indie rock was the thing, and now everyone wants to sound like an indie rock band and now you have these art bands and music just doesn't make any sense anymore cos everyone complains that this is too mainstream and these people sold out and it's almost as if people are intentionally trying to sound like they're singing around a campfire in hopes of bringing back some form of originality.

That was sort of a tangent. But ok, back to my point. I feel like everyone is so into downloading music now days that we don't know our bands anymore. I mean, how many people who download a song or collection of songs from their online sources actually do any research on their bands? Does anyone go to websites? Or look at lyrics? I mean, back in the day, you could get a real sense of what a band was like by looking at their album art. Remember back in the day, browsing through the Rock & Pop aisles at Tower Records looking for punk bands before the days of Green Hell when you would get an idea of what a band was like based on their cover? Then going over to the listening station to hear the CD and see if it was worth your while or if you were going to pass? Or reading the Thank Yous and liner notes in CDs of bands you did like to see who they liked and check those bands out?

Does anyone remember the days of the cassette tape and making mix tapes from the radio? Now people just make mix CDs of songs they like and burned, or create playlists for their myspaces or things of the sort. But remember the day of the mix tape? Remember how you were so cool if you had a dual deck cassette player cos you could copy over your tape and make one for your friend simply by playing it on one side and recording on the other side? Or how you would listen to the radio all day waiting for your favorite songs to come on and tape them for an ultimate playlist of all your favorite hits? And the best part about tapes was you could record over them over and over again! You got sick of one mix tape after a month and you could just make a new one.

Don't get me wrong, I like the whole instant satisfaction of downloading music and how available things are and easy to find but I just feel as if I've lost touch with my old favorite bands. Maybe I changed musically? Maybe some of them aren't around anymore. I just don't feel like I have the relationship I had with bands I liked 10 years ago with bands I like today. Come to think of it, there aren't too many bands around now days that I do like. I find myself listening to stuff from years ago. Possibly trying to hold on to the past? Who knows? It just makes me feel so old and so uncool. Do bands even write Thank You's anymore? I mean, where on their websites would that be? At least myspace has a section for influences. Althogh maybe the band's top whatever friends are their ways of saying thanks? Who know?

Monday, November 24, 2008

Douche-a-palooza

Yesterday we went to the gun show one final time. The news was out. The lady on the news said people were stocking up on "Glocks and AR-16's." I didn't know there was an AR-16. Of course the media knows more than we do, which is why they tell us everything. Regardless, if they ever outlaw AR-16's, I'll be safe cos I only have an AR-15. *snort* Stupid news people.

In the late afternoon, around 4ish, we went to testfire the Bersa. Some ass hat was out at our new shooting spot with some construction equipment thing shifting the dirt around like a jack ass. There were two wild horses next to him too. So we drive around figuring, it's desert, we're bound to find somewhere to shoot. We find this nice little spot where there are no cars in sight and all is well. Jesse places the bottles, I get out and fire 7 rounds. Jesse loads the gun wanting to try. Next thing we know, a little head pops up from beind the mountain and a guy is flailing his arms like "DON'T SHOOT!" OK, we stop and leave. But what the hell? This guy had NO CAR anywhere to be found, no one knew he was out there. How were we to know he was shooting? It put a damper on our evening cos we didn't get a good testfire out.

We did scare this car full of Mexicans though. OK, so there's this turquoise early 90's looking Toyota on this dirt trail in the mountains with these Mexicans in there. They see us driving up the way they came from. Then they see us leave. They were parked in this one spot and every time we drove by we looked to see what they were doing. It looked suspicious, like a drug deal or something. Then we pass them again to go back up and once again. That's at total of 4 times passing them.

Well construction man leaves and we're steaking out his turf to go and shoot and as we drive to get there, he stops to make sure we don't go to his little spot. Jesse and I are like, "This sucks, let's just go home." So we leave. Oddly enough, as we get on the road, who is in front of us but the car of Mexicans! We follow them on the road home, which is the only road back into town from where we were at. I guess they were freaked out by us or something cos they pulled over on the opposite side of the road and let us pass. Weirdos. I guess something about a '76 Oldsmobile in the desert with people shooting is a scary thing to some people. I dunno. We were just trying to shoot bottles. That's all we wanted to do. Then go home. I didn't realize we were that frightening. We had a baby in the back seat and a pug on my lap. But I guess people just see the car and it looks like something a serial killer would drive or something.

The end.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Just when you think Saturday night couldn’t get any worse...

It does.

Jesse and I were watching the fancy pants cable last night and I saw a listing for Reggaeton Rush Hour on one of the music channels. Jesse put it on to see what it was all about and I told him that, "Reggaeton takes the idiocracy of rap videos and meshes it with the absurdity of Tejano videos all to a funky hip-hop-reggae beat." So what do you have? Some thugged out MS13 looking guys in baggy pants doing some sorta break dancing dance off while girls in short shorts with suspenders over cut off tank tops dance around in knee high boots wearing cowboy hats. Seems pretty wholesome, right?

Damn! It doesn't get better than that! No wonder everyone likes Reggaeton. The kids like it cos its got the hip hop vibe, the parents like it cos got the Tejano style. Everyone wins! Reggaeton: something for the whole family!

The end.

FYI, the only reason I found that somewhat enjoyable and entertaining was cos I had a Bloody Mary earlier in the evening at Chili's. They made it really strong and I got a decent buzz from it. I think if I were sober at the time of watching, I probably would have had the same reaction Jesse had.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Beauty and the Bersa

Today Jesse and I went to the gun show in hopes of finding me a PPK. I wanted one. I was gonna spend up to $350 for one but there were NONE to be seen except for over priced collectors versions. I just wanted something to shoot. I almost bought a Bersa there, but passed on it.

I dropped Jesse off at work and headed to Bizarre Guns in Sparks. They had new PPK's but way out of my price range. Plus they were the stainless ones and those are generally more expensive than blue ones and I like the blue ones better. Instead, my eyes went back to the Bersas. I mean, for half the price and basically the same gun with better features, you can't go too wrong, right? I fondled a few different models. A Bersa Thunder 380, the Walther PPK and PPK-s, and a Sig 232. When all fondeling was done it was a toss up between the standard Thunder 380 or the high capacity. The high capacity was like $100 more and didn't feel as comfy. So I got the standard model.

It's pretty darned cute, I'll tell ya what. It's two toned. I own NO two toned guns. It's made in Argentina. Fun! I thought Debbie might enjoy that fact. She doesn't like guns but she's Argentinian and always delights in how I find new ways to encorporate Argentinian stuff into my life (like people, chimichuri, now the Bersa...) I'm gonna go fire it Sunday with Jesse.

Here's the happy part. OK, I take pride in this bigtime. Partially cos not too many women in the world can do such a thing. Any woman can shop for a gun, right? But, being a gunsmith's wife, I have expectations to live up to. For starters, the guy at the shop for some reason knows Jesse and I on a first name basis and we don't even go there enough for this but some yuppie couple with their eight million kids thought it was a little scary that the guy working there knew me. I think it weirded them out even more that I was not there with my husband and was buying a gun whilst holding my 6 month old son in my arms, who was staring gleefully at the rifles behind me while chewing on my necklace. Lastly, after completing my purchase, I went home, took the gun apart and cleaned and lubed it. How many wives can do that huh?

Anyway, I promised Jesse I'd go back to the gun show and get him a M1 Carbine t-shirt and I gotta go before the he show closes at 6. Otherwise I gotta go back tomorrow ugh. I gotta get there before everyone gets off work too eeew!!!

FYI, it was a madhouse there. First post-election gun show. Horrible. Everything was jacked up in price. One booth was selling AR lower recievers for $189, which Jesse said was way too high for those as they were selling cheaper last time, and another booth I saw them going for $350!!! For another $100 you could buy a parts kit on the other end of the hall! Talk about raping people! Here I thought there was this fraternal brotherhood of gun owners but apparently everyone wants to make money off of bad circumstances. It's just awful.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Jenny’s secret ammo spot

Jesse had to test fire a PPK he worked on recently. I wanted to test it out too so we had to buy a box of .380. He had a few spare rounds in his truck but we forgot those and even if we did have them, it wouldn't be enough rounds to test fire and let me try out the gun. So we go to Sportsmans and they are out of .380. So we go to Big 5 and they only have some $35 box of hollowpoints which we're not gonna use. So I tell Jesse it's a long shot, but let's try ****s by my old job cos they had a sporting goods section and sold ammo. We go to ****s and sure enough they have it and at a reasonable price. What were the odds of that!? I feel all happy and proud now that I knew a secret spot and saved the day without us having to drive across town in the opposite direction. The end!

Battle of the Bulge

So I was working on making me a new purse and after completion realized that it was all wrong. In my mind, I had an idea of what I needed to do, but for whatever reason, I couldn't bring my idea to life in real life. *Note: my brain is still a little hazy as I write this.* Anyway, I went a day or two with it done as originally sewn, but then today decided to fix the problem. I disected the purse and pinned and placed things in different spots, added a few panels and voila! It made sense. I then spent the next few hours trying to sew things to function and cursing and throwing things till I got it to a point I will tolerate it. I say tolerate cos I'm not 100% with how it looks but it'll do till I either feel enthusiastic enough to make another or just say screw it and deal with it. The big problem was that when the purse was in use there was this big ugly clump of my contents and nothing fit in there. Now it has a smaller clump and everything fits in there better. I think I have a rash or something. My neck itches. Anyway, yeah fixed the bulge issue. Oh, FYI, I made a conceal carry purse. It looks totally like a purse you'd get at Old Navy or something but it holds a gun. That was the huge trick involved in this. Getting the carry pouch on the outside to work with the design and sewing around all that crap. My machine gimped out on me  a few times but all is well and right in the world now. I'm eagerly awaiting Friday as I'm gonna go to the gun show first thing in the morning in hopes of buying a PPK or anything else that tickles my fancy. That's all I got for the night. I'm going to bed cos even though it's only 11:33, after going to bed at 9:14 last night, I feel like it's more 3:33. My brain is currently on the test pattern BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP channel right now. 

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Everything hurts more when you’re wet

I have the gnarliest gas bubble or cramp, I'm not sure, but I thought I'd take a bath to soak it off. I figure Charlie needs his bath today so I might as well take him in there too and let him sit on my belly for some counter pressure. Yeah. All good and well. He gets bathed, does the swim swim and then I call Jesse to get him out. Just as Jesse goes to get him, he turns and heads towards the boob. Is he hungry perhaps? No. He bites me! I scream in pain and he lets go. Then he goes back and bites me again harder and I scream again in pain, louder, and tell him to stop it and hold him away from me. At this point he starts this shrill screaming crying that is echoed in my face by the nice bathroom acoustics. All I gotta say is things hurt really bad when you're wet. And if you've never been seriously bit on your nipple, it is a very unpleasant experience. Times two.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Bad dream and other crap.

I had this dream last night my family and I were at Disneyland. We all went on Pirates of the Caribbean and instead of going down the final drop in the boat, Lori and I went out on a slide next to it. Our clothes were soaked. I went to dry off and realized I was dripping blood, thinking I had my period. *FYI, simultaneously, in real life, I am hurting a little. Sometimes my c-section scar hurts on the inside and feels really crampy, but tolerable.* I freak out and tell my mom I gotta go to the bathroom RIGHT AWAY. She says I'm acting up and that she'd like to go somewhere as a family just once without any incidents. I find a bathroom and go to change into clean underwear, as it's just my undies that are wet and bloodsoaked and not my pants. I take them off and then poop drips out of me. That scares me and I go to the toilet and poop and it hurts REALLY bad. It's practically spraying out but it sounds like rolls of quarters being thrown on the floor. I look down at my poop, which is solid, but has tiny sprecks of metal in it. By this point it hurts really bad and my butt is bleeding and some nurse comes in and tells me I have endometriosys (which is actually a reproductive issue, not bowel issue.) She tells me something like I need to drink a LOT of OJ cos the calcium counteracts the "quarter effect", both with sprecks of metal in my bowels and the heavy dropping sound. Then she takes a bottle brush and some special liquid cleanser and sterilizes my butt. This is all hapening, granted, in a filthy public restroom. After that, I go back to my family, where my mom is mad cos she gave my sister $20 in change to hold and she suspects my sister spent it  cos my sister doesn't know where it is. Later in the day we search the house and find the change in another pair of pants that my sister didn't even have on that day.

****

So this morning I heard the honkers flying around outside. Charlie was being a butt last night after he went to bed, around 10 - 11:30. Then again around 4ish. And again at 6:30 and he is still being a butt. I can't say I slept well last night to be honest. I'm tired as shit. I'd kill for a day off in which I don't have to do anything, childcare included. I just want to sleep for a week actually. I feel like I haven't been getting any sleep anymore. It's bullpoop. I shouldn't be this tired. On top of it all, I keep spotting from that stupid ass Mirena, don't get me wrong, I love not being pregnant for up to 5 years, but it's really throwing my body off in this "adjustment" period. Speaking of periods, I don't know if I've had mine yet or if I've just been spotting consistently. It is messing up my milk supply. The lactation consultant said Charlie should be getting 40 oz. of milk PER DAY. As of now, he is only getting around 15 - 18 oz. He has zero desire to suppliment either. He doesn't want extras from a bottle. He's finally gaining weight again. But not a lot. I guess I'm concerned but they told me I shouldn't be cos he is making a lot of dirty diapers. I never should have started weiging him.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

The best kind of car is one that’s paid.

After one and a half years of managing my way around Reno without a car, I am happy to say, that I am again with a vehicle. Now to those of you with car payments, it is not the most beautiful car. In fact, it's pretty ugly. It looks like something a 65 year old man would be driving around in circa 1976 with a turtle neck and vest and tan corduroy pants. It's an Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale. Here's the deal:

When I went to my group on Thursdays, I used to walk up Kirman. I saw the thing in the driveway and figured some old dude owned it. One day back in September, a FOR SALE sign went up on it. I saw it there for sale for what seemed like forever and a day. My guess was that either the guy wanted way too much for it, or there was a lot needing to be fixed on it, or it was just in a bad area and didn't get enough publicity to get sold. So out of curiosity, I call the guy and he only wants $500 for it because it was his wife's car, they got another car and they didn't have enough money to insure three cars and he was hoping to get rid of it soon (hence the low price.) He claimed it ran great, of course the last few times people have told me their cars run great, I've wound up spending a LOT to get them to run again, or in the case of my last car, donating it to charity because it was beyond my ability to save. This car is not that case. It actually does run great.

Now as I said earlier, it is not the most beautiful thing in the world. The car was beat up inside as if it hadn't been cleaned out since 1976. I had to throw out what seemed like decades worth of trash. I did so. Then I took it to a carwash where some nice men washed it and vacuumed it and now it doesn't look as horrible. However, this hunk of gross polluting American craftsmanship is in the truest essence a luxury sedan. It has automatic windows, heat, ac, cruise control, a state of the art original AM/FM stereo, automatic seat adjusters, and filthy velour seats. The front seat can be either a bench or you can pull the center seat down to act as a console. The thing drives like a boat.

His name is Beater but you can call him B.

Anyway, it's nice to have a car again. The best part is he is paid off. No monthly payments to make. I'm rather shocked I got such a great deal on him, but I guess it's one of those odd "meant to be" things in which everything worked out this way. It's crazy. So yeah, here's the guy. FYI, I got him registered, new plates, and smogged all in one day and I just need to get him added to our insurance policy but everything is all situated!

I get the asshole award

Jesse received this phone call from me about 20 minutes ago:

Me: Hey Boog... um, I was folding your pants and there was a paper in there and I opened it up and it was that check you got today from your Golden Girl...

Jesse: F*CK!!!!  (Charlie wakes up crying.) Awww, it's alright Charlie, it's not your fault...

Yeah so apparently, I swear I checked Jesse's pant pockets before I washed them, but, the check he got for doing a trigger job on a revolver for this old lady (he calls her and her friends his Golden Girls) was in the pocket. He just got the check today. He was exceptionally upset today cos its the only money he would have had till he gets paid on Friday. He went on his lunch break to the bank and they were closed cos he thought they were open till 2 but they closed at 1. He tried to cash the check at the Atlantis but they only do business checks. So he was gonna cash it on Monday and now he can't cos he has no check, just crumbled up washed remains of what once was his check. I told him he could call the lady and blame me, I totally take full blame for this one, and he was ok with it. He said things like this happen and she won't be all mad. It happens. Oh well. I feel pretty dumb right now.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The pieces of the puzzle are coming together...

Around the time I was 5 or so I started to have these bad reoccuring dreams. I still have some of them but they are different as if during different phases of my life new messages are being brought up and somehow they are starting to be pieced together. Then, I remember one of my friends telling me of this "end of the world" scenario her dad used to tell her about. I guess I should try to put this all together, but I am convinced the world is coming to an end.

The first dream I used to have was just a scenario where there is a rioting crowd coming down the street and they are coming for me. They want me dead for some reason but I don't know why. I just remember trying to hide in my house, but then realizing they would find me, so I leave and run down the street to get away as fast as I can. However, I am running as hard as possible yet it feels like I'm running in sand and that my running just isn't fast enough.

Then, a few years later I had a prelude to that dream. A military person came to our door with a gun. They wanted something but I couldn't tell what they wanted. I just remember them being very intimidating and forceful and I guess they gave us an option and left. I just remember trying to hide to see what they wanted but I couldn't get too much info in.

A few years later, there were dreams of hiding in the neighborhoods trying to get away, mixed in with those other two dreams.

I constantly have these visions of people knowing what is happening inside my home. Like someone is watching my life. They know what I have and what I do at all times. I keep my blinds shut all day because if I open them, they will know what I am up to. They can't know about the guns. They want to disarm us all so that they can control us. Anyone who refuses to be disarmed will be killed. They don't give you an option to leave because there's a chance you will get through to others and they will rise against them. What if they are watching everything you do? They have remote access to everything. Google images can show your neighborhood and the street view shows houses. I can see where I live on Google. They can hack into your computers. They can hear your phone conversations. What if there's more to it? What if they can see you through tiny cameras in your electronic devices like cable boxes or TVs? Is that REALLY what the digital conversion is about? They monitor what you watch on TV. What websites you go to. They tell you it's for your own safety. They tell you it's so they can find predators and get rid of them so that you feel safer and your children can go outside and not worry about being kidnapped. They teach your children lies in school, training them to be perfect little puppets for when they become voting adults. They tell them only criminals own guns and if you own one you are a criminal and turn children against their parents.

The last dream, and most recent, we were trying to escape. They had found us. We hid the guns and did all we could to escape. The only safe place was the places that had no monitoring, in the mountains. But even those weren't safe.

Does anyone notice how the gov't is trying to create a police state all over the world? Does anyone else think that it is just "practice"? Trying to take over other countries to see how difficult it will be to get full control of civilizations before they try to do it here?  Doesn't anyone find it suspicious that we've been at war with a country for the past 7 years even AFTER we killed their leader and "liberated" their people?

We're being lied to constantly. For the adults, they tell you you have depression or some sort of medical condition and pop you full of pills. They tell you you can't punish your children and they grow up without discipline and then tell you they have ADD and pop them full of pills and soon everyone in the country is a drugged up zombie. Stop taking the pills. Do not take the pills. That's what they want you to do so they can control you! If you have an independent thought, you are crazy and need to be drugged up.They are so fast to drug you because they don't want the truth spread.

OK, to the end of the world. My friend's dad used to say that the world would come to an end in 2012. This is off the Mayan calandar but he said it would start in 2008. Before that a pope would die and we'd get a new one. Then in 2008 there would be a new leader who everyone liked and they all said he would bring great change. But it turns out he is NOT good and he is actually evil but convinces people that he is good and will help. He lies to get the public to accept him. There will be a food shortage. People are fighting for food and the only way to be saved is to get this chip. If you do not get the chip you cannot get food. He gets biblical then and says that by taking this chip you are accepting Satan as your Lord and Savior. His prophecy isn't the end of the US, but the end of all life.

The first time I heard of this story I was probably in 7th or 8th grade. It freaked me out and sounded goofy but now it all makes sense. This chip could be the national ID card they keep trying to press? This new leader could be Obama.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The beginning of the end

The beginning of the end **** CAUTION: This is for the mature at heart. Anyone jaded by the media should pay close attention and READ before spouting your mouths off.****


At 8:01PM, polls were closing and the words flashed across the screen of the TV : OBAMA WINS PRESIDENT ELECT. The words struck a fear in my heart as if someone had told me a beloved family member were murdered. I felt as if a huge part of my soul had been taken from me. I knew in my heart that this was the beginning of the end.

I didn't grow up in the generation of great presidents. Come to think of it, I can't recall any good presidents in my lifetime. I am alive at the height of political corruption and scandal. As are you all. Maybe you older folks out there recall some of the last great presidents, and I suppose those of you who were alive to know of them, probably were more cautious in voting. However, I also believe a lot of you were afraid to go a third party route for fear of your candidate not winning. I know a lot of people are brainwashed into believing this is a two party system but it's not. There are other parties. I am a registered independent voter and choose to be because I do not want solicitation from either party, yet I received numerous calls from the Obama campaign as well as two door visitors asking who I would vote for. There is so much corruption between the Demoncrats and Rapeublican parties these days. They all have their friends in office, they all keep the money with themselves, their corrupt friends in office and their corrupt friends in big corporations. They're a sick lot of sons of bitches. I don't need to go off on the third party rant as I've already done so today.

Now is the beginning of the end.

Many people are jaded into thinking that Obama will bring change to the world. The man's own vice president is saying he thinks other world leaders won't take him seriously and will attack the US because of his lack of experience. His own VP! He needs to rely on councils to get information because he isn't capable of solving problems on his own. This man is the head of our military. If all of the great councils below him get shot and it is up to Obama alone to strategize and save us, will he be able to do so? He has preposterous plans to take care of everything but quiet frankly, our economy is screwed up. The Federal Reserve fucked everything up for us by printing more money than we have gold available to back it up, there's all that credit bullshit, and then all those outstanding home loans with the ballooning intrest rates that were loaned out to people who couldn't afford them to begin with. How the hell does he plan to fix that? Not to mention the lot of illegals who we pay billions of dollars for on top of all other homeland issues. Everyone goes on about the economy, the war, gas prices, alternative energy, and immigration. Neither candidate gave a clear plan on how to fix any of those issues. Instead they spent 15 minutes arguing about campaign smearing. Face it, our country is in turmoil. We now have someone who has hardly any experience and basically wrote a bunch of checks his ass probably can't cash in the means of lies to get the popular vote. Seriously, Obama, if Bush and a whole cabinet of corrupt politicians couldn't fix any of the problems going on now, how the hell do you think you'll get them to listen to you? You gonna go "gangsta" on them and make them "represent" or what? But jokes aside, this man has had stated things like having Big Brother situations of friends and neighbors ratting each other out against crimes which can easily turn into a big witch hunt. I don't like this guy so I'll say he's dealing drugs or something. Can we see that one going over well? Not to mention, an issue near and dear to my heart, he will set in a bunch of new bullshit gun laws making it harder for people to own, purchase, and carry guns. He'll start little by little to take away your freedom till you have none. He is not a good man. *Note: This is by no means a pro-McCain rant, if he won, I'd go on about how things are gonna suck with him, alas, he is the loser so I don't need to mention that.*

Anyway, I gotta cut this short. Jesse needs to check his email before bed so he can go to work and sell an assload of guns before people can't buy those anymore. All I can say is in a year from now when the shit hits the fan, I'll be telling you Obama people that you fucked up the country and that I voted for a third party candidate. As a final thought, I do not appreciate people thinking that because I was pro-third party that it meant I wanted McCain to win. If I wanted McCain to win, I would have voted for McCain. If I wanted Obama I would have voted Obama. I did not want either candidate. If you care to know, I voted Chuck Baldwin. Ron Paul wasn't on our ballot.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Rosemary’s Baby makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside

Seriously, how wrong is it that there exists such a movie that is a heartwarming tale of motherhood and Satanism? I mean, who the hell decided to mix the two? Watching it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside though. It made me flash back to pregnancy days when things weren't painful and they were still nice. Little kicking and what not. Knowing there was a baby in there. But then at the end where Mia Farrow takes on her role of mother, that whole concept of "only a mother could love" comes to my mind. I mean, could you imagine that? Being a pious woman all your life and giving birth to the son of the devil? But raising this child regardless because despite your faith, it is still your child? Talk about the ultimate mother's love.

Compensating for not being sick in over a year

Last week I had tonsillitis. That was the first time I was sick in over a year because for whatever reason I had super immunity when I was preggo. Literally, the last time I was ill was in spring of 2006 or so. Anyway, I got medication for my tonsillitis. I finished taking it on Monday. Three days later I get a sore throat. My whole throat is in pain, swollen, red, and I just feel horrible. The worst part is I am so weak but can't sleep cos the pain hurts so bad. I can't take anything for it, swallowing is like pulling teeth. I want to curl up into a ball and rest. Then again, I have Charlie to feed. I wish I had someone to take care of me and Charlie and I wish I wasn't so ugh. I really need some rest. You know when you can tell you've been over working and your body is just worn down? That's me right now. I feel horribly ill and like no matter what I won't get better.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Sportsman’s What-the-hell-house

Shortly before I woke up, I had this dream that I had to go to work for Jesse. For some reason I made him miss a day of work and I had to make up for it by working on Sunday for him. So I had to wear one of his work shirts and I wore a nice black skirt and my cherry cowgirl boots. I went to the gals in customer service with him and checked in. I had to sign a form that I understood what was going on and that I would abide by their terms for the day. I was afraid they'd put me in the hunting department and I would have to explain things to people and didn't feel comfortable doing so. I asked if I could work their wedding department instead. I was told I could and I sat on a chair eating a sandwich the whole day but hid the sandwich when people came cos I thought I'd get chewed out for having food out on the counter. There were no customers and at the end of the day, Jesse came and picked me up. We went home and watched fireworks outside our windows near the strip. I tried to take a picture of Jesse and Charlie with the fireworks in the background but it wouldn't work. Then, Mark, our neighbor, was trying to find new tenants to live in this trailer that was downstairs. Debbie and Ralph, our two other neighbors lived in one of the trailers and their apartment was vacant. He was also trying to fill that as well. We were trying to word the ad so we wouldn't get any riff raffs in. Anyway that's all. It didn't go anywhere else from there on.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Milk, evolution & creationism

It's no surprise that I get 90% of my great thoughts while in the bathroom. Anyway, tonight's thought isn't a new one to mankind, let alone a great idea, more of a thought. I was taking a shower and my boobs were hurting really bad for some reason. I was using the hot shower water for comfort. For some reason I thought they hurt cos I had a clogged milk duct or maybe milk was building up, alas, it was nothing. My boobs just felt like two deflated balloons and looked just about as saggy and gross. I then got to thinking about the milk. It baffles me how in one instance my body can create 5 or 6 ounces of milk from hundreds of tiny little glands that remain otherwise inactive. Seriously. Does anyone else find this mammalian trait curious? I recall the days where it seemed like I was constantly leaking something somewhere, but now my boobs are like two dormant volcanoes that only erupt when nature needs them to. But still, how is it that the body can create something from nothing? How is it that a sperm cell and an egg can join together to create another being? At what point does magic happen and life begin? I mean, science can only go so far to prove things. There has to be some point in human existence where people just admit that they have a little hint of blind faith. Man has tried for centuries to make gold. Yet it exists in nature. Science can't decide where or how gold formed so they just dub it a "natural element". Well, science, how do you explain other natural elements? Who created hydrogen, oxygen, helium, silver, copper, boron, and so on and so forth? Why do these great minds of science believe in evolution, but instead of believing in creationism or that a greater being has plopped all that is to be out here, they just assume that somewhere in time a few stars collided and life was formed. If that's the case, then who created the stars? Or were they just creations from something else being destroyed? If so, who created that other thing?

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Another gun show, another interesting day...

Jesse and I go to gun shows more frequently than we go to church. Today's show was more promising than those in the past. Why you ask? Well, not only was today the Crossroads of the West Gun Show, but it was also the Psychic Fair, a Wedding Expo and the Fall Home Show. So we have a wide variety of people from all corners of Reno coming together under one roof for a day of debauchery.

Not really. But there were some good sights.

Let me just say I saw a bunch of horrific hair cuts at the gun show. People, mullets are not a fashion statement. They're like a billboard letting people know that you are more than likely a questionable person. So that's the deal on the hair front. I had the best hair and outfit though at the gun show but that's a whole other story...

I got to meet one of Jesse's Golden Girls. He teaches gun cleaning classes and there's these older ladies who came in and they're totally sweet like the kinda people you want for your grandma: they'll make you cookies and take you shooting. Anyway, I got to meet one of them.

Then there was this dude, I don't know what his deal is, but I guess he's a total asshole customer. He comes in and buys guns at Jesse's work and then turns around and sells them or something. He was bothering the mobile shooting range people for at least an hour and the guy at the booth had one of those looks like, "OK, you're not buying anything, and you're scaring off potential customers, get the hell out of here!"

There was a fat albino guy who Jesse sold a gun to once and said, "No sweat" after the deal and then he felt like an asshole cos I guess albinos don't sweat? (Has anyone else heard of this? Can I get confirmation?)

There was ths guy there in a white tuxedo who looked like a transplant from the wedding expo. And on the wedding expo, there were gals walking around in bridesmaid dresses everywhere. I don't know if they were in a fashion show or what but it was pretty tacky. I feel bad for them cos it's not like you're dressed up for a fun event, like a wedding, and there's other people dressed up and you're having fun. No, they were dressed up for a convention and were the center of a specatacle. Not like dressed up for a convention like where nerds dress up like comic book characters and everyone does and it's cool and dorky, but like it was just plain sad cos they were the only ones doing it. Poor them.

Jesse and I were having brunch nachos at the food court and playing "guess which convention they came for" at various people walking around. It was pretty easy. The Sex & the City crowd were there for the wedding expo. The bad haircuts were there for the gun show. The overweight boho goths were there for the psychic fair. And the Generic Yuppies were there for the home show. Well, that seemed to be the majority of people. There were others who didn't fit into those classifications but I like to generalize to simplify. If you don't fit into a major category, you don't count. Much like how America views it's voters...

Anyway, the nitty gritty: Jesse scored at the gun show. He got some wool shirts from a military surplus booth. Then he got a tool to work on AR-15's with at a pretty good price. Now he can do more AR work so it pretty much has paid for itself. And on the note of AR's, he bought a parts kit for mine. He already had the lower reciever and needed a parts kit. I'm still toying with the grips. He has these triangle ones I kinda like but I'm not sure if I want those or more of a traditional style. Anyway, it's getting real close to completion. If you care, his name is Eugene. His namesake is Mr. Eugene Stoner, the man who created the AR. I will make him green so that if anyone ever tries to take away our gun rights of owning "evil black rifles", I can say, "Oh, but my gun, alas, is green, therefor it is not evil." Har har. But that's not how they work. They go for bullshit things like no detachable magazines, no more than so many rounds in a magazine, barrel length can't be shorter than we tell you, bla bla bla unconstitutional bullshit... Along those lines, Jesse also got 500 rounds of 5.45x39 for the AK-74, my new favorite rifle. Apparently he wanted to stock up on it cos one of the major manufacturers is coming out with a new rifle of that caliber and he knows that it's gonna jack up the price of that round not to mention make it harder to get.

So yeah, that's our story of the gun show today. Oh, not that it matters, but it was in a different hall this time and seemed a little bigger. I've seens some more guns I want. I still want a Sig 232. I don't know so much that I want a CZ-75 anymore. I don't care what Jesse says, I still like the Walther PPK's. He says they're snappy or something but I am pretty sure I'd have issues with one at first and then get good with it, much like I did with Josef. I've been liking Bersas too. I might want one. I saw a little FEG that was cute, Jesse said it was a Hungarian FEG in 9x18. I thought that was a neat little gun. They only wanted $199 for it and now that I think about it, I should have bought it. I haven't got a gun in well over a year. I feel sad. I want a M1 Carbine too. And I'm looking for a Hungarian AK. I have a cool idea of how I'd like that to be finished, if it matters. I guess my wish list is ever growing and my funds are ever decreasing. Funny how it happens that way right? One day, I'll be totally out of debt or out of debt enough to where I can go and see something I like and get it. Oh, I'm still looking for a new stock for Josef. I think before I get anything else, I'd like to take care of the guns I already have.

Maybe I should make a new gun wish list hahah... I've just become inspired...

Friday, October 24, 2008

WHAT THE HELL!?!

So today on re-run Yo Gabba Gabba! (the old re-run eppisodes on Noggin at 2:30), some Asian dude is teaching kids his cool trick of playing the theramin. WHY!?!?!

If religion has no place in school, then neither should sexual preference...

My friend Kevin posted this article. Your kids can be learning to be gay in kindergarten: School holds surprise 'Gay' Day for kindergartners Parents outraged at public elementary's secretive 'coming out' event


My take on the whole thing: I don't care what your sexual preference is. At the same time I don't believe people should preach gayness or straightness in school. If it is unconstitutional for my child to learn about the Lord in school, then it should be equally unconstitutional for him to learn about sexual preference. Sex education is one thing. I understand teaching about the birds and the bees. Learning how life is created when a sperm fertilizes an egg. I believe it's ok to teach that and about STD's and health related issues. I do NOT believe my child should learn what being gay or straight is all about and celebrate it in school as if celebrating his founding fathers, Halloween, Thanksgiving or Christmas. I don't know how I feel about these new "PC" holidays that don't pertain to history or religion. I especially feel elementary school is the wrong place to hold such things. Maybe in junior high, when children start to discover more about who they are, I could see a support group being acceptable. But it's almost as if they are going about things in all the wrong way, teaching children that it is somehow wrong to be straight and that they can only be accepted if they are gay. A child will grow up being one way or another. They don't need to be confused thinking that it's wrong to be gay or straight. People will feel out of place regardless. They don't need teachers confusing them even more with lessons that their parents' aren't even being told are happening. I can tell you if this happened to my child, having a "surprise" Outting Day, I would be PISSED beyond belief. I think there's a reason they didn't tell parents. I wouldn't be upset if the school sent home a letter stating they were going to teach about what being gay is and have a parent consent form to sign like they do with sex ed classes. Gay has to do with sexual preference. Anything pertaining to sex education, be it scientific or lifestyle choice, should have a parental consent form. If my child can't see an R-rated movie that has sexual content without my supervision, why should a school be allowed to do the same? I believe this is stuff that is a parents' choice to teach, not the school's choice. It's just another sign of desensitization in society. What next? Classes on the acceptance of abortion and promiscuity?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Cake & Ammo

I have been plotting making brownies all night tonight, since I took chicken out to defrost around 4:30 today up till now. Anyway, we ate dinner around 6:00 give or take. Fried chicken with the seasoning mix from Jesse's work. It was pretty good. Light and airy. With a barbaranch dipping sauce (bbq ranch if you can't figure that one out.) Then a side of potatoes augratin (sp?) and corn. It was pretty good. I haven't had fried chicken in a while so it was nice.

So, I took a bath and after that thought, "Gee, I still want those brownies." I sat down and knit for a bit and then announced to Jesse, "I think I'm gonna make some brownies."

There was a glimmer of joy in his eyes as he told me, "You're the best wife ever!"

I scootched to the kitchen and got out the ingredients. We were short an egg, but no biggie, right? I mean, 2 out of 3 isn't bad. But no eggs, I could see a potential threat. Anyway, I put it in the little dish and pop it into the oven and bring out the bowl, two spoons and a glass of milk. Jesse and I sit down at the coffee table and delight in our brownie batter, which is looking rather thin considering it has one less egg than it should. Something taste weird with this. Almost cake-like. I go to the kitchen and look in the trash and see I just made devil's food cake.

I told Jesse, who didn't seem hurt by this. I was though. I was so mad. I wanted brownies. I still want brownies. I feel betrayed by the Pilsbury Doughboy. He fooled me into thinking I was making one thing when in fact I was making another. He's a cruel little bastard, despite his fluffy white welcoming demeanor.

Anyway, I'm pretty booty hurt about that. On a side note, Jesse's 5.45x39 ammo came in today and he keeps asking me if I've seen it. No, I haven't. So he takes out a loaded magazine from the AK-74 and hands it to me. I look at them and tell him, "They look like they'd hurt." He says they will. It's a nasty little round that will "fuck shit up". I follow up by telling him, "I like that caliber." Not only cos of what it's capable of doing, but it's really easy to shoot. I used to really like shooting .223, but after I shot the 5.45x39, I think I like that round a lot better. It feels more controlled to me. Granted a lighter round should feel easier, but I have this thing about heavy guns and heavier calibers. I like that combo. For instance, I can shoot  a .22 rifle and be less accurate than I am with my Mauser. Maybe it's a combination of the fact I've been shooting my Mauser longer and I'm more comfortable with 8mm? I don't know. I just know I do better with a heavier gun and a bigger round. Regardless, I think I still would make a mighty fine sniper when the revolution comes. 7 out of 10 times I can hit my target from 150 yards or greater. And that's an average. Some guns I'm better with so we'll see. Plus I've gotten a lot better since I've gained some upper body strength thanks to 5 months of vigorous weight training with an ever-growing infant.

Jesse just came by to ask if I was blogging and about what. I told him, "Cake and ammo." Originally I was gonna call this blog "The Cake Incident" but upon making that statement to him, I changed it. It sounds way better. Jesse said, "Those are good subjects to blog about." He's right. Hooray for cake and ammo!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Not every candidate is a total idiot

So in a fit of not being able to sleep this morning, and election day coming very soon, I decided to see who is all running for office. I saw the usual dummies, but I saw some other names and looked up their stances on issues. FYI, www.votesmart.org is a great site as it gives you the basic rundown on issues without being overly wordy as some of the politicians private sites tend to be. Anyway, Ron Paul isn't on the Nevada ticket but there's a guy who is on there who sounds rather promising. I doubt he'll win cos I don't think he's only on a few other state's ballots, but the thing is, as long as my vote isn't going to Idiot A or Idiot B, I don't mind. His name is Charles Baldwin. He's some ex church guy turned politician who seems like he wants to clean up the office. He supports a lot of the same ideals as Ron Paul which is cool. He's pro-gun, anti-amnesty, believes a federal income tax is unconstitutional and should be abolished (wouldn't that be nice!), he wants to get rid of that no-child-left-behind crap, doesn't believe in gov't health care (sorry those of you for this, my dad had gov't healthcare in Viet-frickin-nam and when he got his teeth worked on, the gov't didn't believe in spending extra money for anesthesia), he wants to end foreign aid, let Iraq deal with their own issues on their own and quit trying to oversee that which happens overseas, etc. etc. Anyway, I advise you to not just accept the two idiots everyone preaches about for president. Look up who your local candidates are. Maybe there's someone better out there. No, there is someone better out there! Ultimately, I like Ron Paul and if I can write him in, I will. But if the write in factor isn't an option, I think Mister Chuck is a good back up plan.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Angry Fat Man At Sportsmans

Despite me having tonsillitis, Jesse took me out to breakfast this morning at Heidi's. We got our usual Vikingsholm, me with my egg over medium and with a side of bacon, Jesse with eggs scrambled and a side of sausage, me with hot tea, and Jesse with hot cocoa. We discussed our shooting outing for tomorrow and decided to pick up another box of .40 since I liked shooting a .40 last week. So we hit Sportsman's to get some ammo.

We walk in and say hi to the gals at customer service when we hear the angry complaints of what could only be an overweight hillbilly in camping. Much to our surprise, we were right. We see this fat thing that was about 6' tall and 300 plus pounds wearing shorts, sandals, and a dayglow green most likely 4XL t-shirt in the 50 degree morning weather, yelling at one of the employees and demanding to see a manager. Jesse was yelling things at him from other aisles mocking him. It was pretty funny.

Anyway, he was going off on the gal who came in to help him making her walk all over the store to wait on him hand and foot. I don't think it was so much a case of him not finding a product as it was his fat ass was too lazy to go get a cart, let alone push it around the store. The girl who helped him looked like she was going to cry if someone didn't offer her the chance to shoot him. He was a total prick. And in the end, he just walked off. He did eventually get a few things at the store, but none of what he was looking at and bitching about. I'm sure in the end he wanted a discount too. I just have no idea of how to comprehend what I witnessed today. I mean, just cos he is going into a retail store doesn't mean he's better than the people who work there. It doesn't give him the right to be an asshole and treat the people like they don't know anything. He claimed he had a retail store and his employees know everything. I dunno. I just feel like idiots like him should stick to their good ol' Walsmart. I wish I knew where he worked so I could go there and give him shit so he'd know what it's like to have someone totally demean you and act like a juvenile dipshit in front of a store full of people. Then again, people like him wouldn't get the irony of it all.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

What do they know???

I am thinking about selling some stock art of illustrations and photos I've done and signed up with a stock photography site. Well, long story short, since a lot of my stuff has to do with guns, I was looking at what my competition is for the pieces I do have and I have found several horrendous errors in imagery, keywords and descriptions. I saw a picture of a man with a hunting rifle and belt of brass and the description is listed as "man with shotgun." It is clearly not a shotgun. And even still, if it were a shotgun, why the hell was he wearing a belt of rifle ammo around his neck? Another flaw? Well, there is a gal holding a revolver. OK, no harm there. But she also has a belt of rifle rounds around her neck. They look about the size of ammo for a 1919 and yet she's holding what looks like maybe a .45 revolver. Why? Clearly the people who have taken these photos have no idea what they are taking pictures of. I know that as an artist, any time I take on a project, I research it a little before doing anything so that I can accurately depict that which I am working on. I mean, you have access to these items, why not get info on them. Why not learn what you are taking a picture of. Or at least picture it with the proper accessories. I mean, that's just as bad as taking a photo of someone who is an artist and showing them with a canvas, easel, smock, beret, and painting equipment for painting your dining room or something. It's just absurd. I guess that's my gripe for the day.

There still are things harder to do than getting a gun...

Like getting baptized. My 5 month old son is still not baptized. In order to do so, I need to pick two practicing Catholic godparents, both need to be free of sin, and at least 16 years or older. We know lots of practicing females but not sure on the male front. I asked Jesse for help on this one to see if he knows anyone. Anyway, we need to have our godparents, all of us need to go to classes, I need to get my current parish to write a letter to the parish I want Charlie baptized at saying its ok for them to do the baptism and then I need to pay a $35 fee to baptize. Oh, and in order to register with a new parish, I need to sign papers there and be with them for three months.

Here I thought getting a handgun in California was hard! All you gotta do for a gun was pass the handgun test, fill out some forms, and pay for the $25 background check and you could purchase a handgun.

Both are rights. You have the right to believe what you want. You have the right to own a gun. You would think that the church would be welcoming and like, "Oh, you like our God and Jesus and believe what we believe?! Welcome! Join us!" Instead it's more difficult than buying something that could take the life from another person should the owner choose to do so!!! WHAT THE HELL!!?! I dunno why I'm so bothered by this. I understand the church wants that level of commitment but isn't the fact you're going through with the baptism commitment enough? Isn't it enough of a commitment to say this is what I believe and I've been believing and will teach my child to believe good enough? Did Jesus tell people they had to fill out papers, and take classes, and pay a fee and get a letter of approval from their town before he'd allow them to practice his faith? I'm a little frustrated. I mean, this is ridiculous. And it's the same with all areas. It's standard practice everywhere within the Catholic church. Ugh.

Monday, October 13, 2008

NO-bama

I am listed as an Independent American as a voter. I am not affiliated to any parties just cos I don't want to be lumped in with certain things. However, the democrats seem to think that because I don't affiliate myself with any parties, that I will join with them in their causes. OK, if I were a clueless American who didn't know who to vote for and was easily swayed by people telling me things, I'm sure the Obama people could talk me into stuff. But I am not that way. I'm not politically savvy but at the same time, I don't want to live in a big brother joke society. Nor do I want to be part of the GOP nation with McAmnesty, so I'm gonna write in Mr. Ron Paul. Anyway, back to people thinking they can talk you into their cause...

So I am on the registered DO NOT CALL list. I never get solicitation calls. However I have been getting a BUNCH of calls from the DNC, conveniently AFTER I put my son down on his naps. They call and ask me if I'm going to vote for Obama. Or they ask me who I'm going to vote for and I tell them that if I tell them who I vote for it won't come true. Har har. But, yesterday was the lowest of lows. We had just got home yesterday from the pumpkin patch. We got some McDonalds and were sitting down eating our lunch/dinner. Just as we had got comfortable and situated someone dings our doorbell. I grab Lulu who wants to kill whoever is outside our door. Well who is outside our door on a Sunday in the afternoon? Someone from the Obama campaign. And they want us to vote for him. We have a frilly guy with a lisp who asks, "Are you Jesse Teaque?" to Jesse and asks, "Will you be voting for Obama this election?" Jesse tells him, "No, I'm voting for Ron Paul." Then he looks at me. I'm pissed that yet again, someone from the Obama campaign is harassing me and my family on our down time and he asks, "Are you Jennifer? Will you be voting for Obama?" I look at him as if he just asked me if I enjoy anal sex in front of my family at Christmas dinner or something, and tell him, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" followed by a "get the fuck off my porch before I shoot your ass" look.

I have already determined I will not vote for either shmuck this election. Period. But for someone to call me, sometimes up to three times a day, on a daily basis, after I register NOT to get solicitation calls, and then show up at my front door on a Sunday, a SUNDAY, that's the Lord's day! Why is he out working for the anti-Christ gov't on a Sunday!? Anyway, long story short, if I didn't know who to vote for, harassing me constantly and interrupting me on a Sunday is NOT going to get my vote. Ever. So I can't wait till this election crap is over so I stop getting annoying calls and the little lisper boy showing up at my door trying to get me to vote for someone as if they're changing the world by bothering me. YOU'RE NOT MAKING A DIFFERENCE. IF SOMEONE HASN'T MADE THEIR MIND UP THIS FAR IN, THEY PROBABLY AREN'T GOING TO VOTE. AND IF THEY ALREADY HAVE THEIR MIND MADE, YOU'RE NOT GONNA CHANGE IT!

ARRGHHHH...

Off topic, I was actually relived to hear Alex Jones's voice this morning. I came out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth and turned to Jesse and was like, "He's alive! They didn't kill him!" He was like, "Huh?" Then he read my previous blog and was like, "You dreamed Alex Jones was killed? You're such a dork!"

Bad dream about the gov’t???

It started off like any other normal dream. We were at some camp place. There was a pond and we were swimming in there. There was a sign warning of the bass and that they bite but we didn't seem to see any. We were swimming in the early morning, expecting the water to be very cold, yet it was rather nice. When we got out, we were at my grandma's house. There was some kid there who was being an asshole. My grandma still had her pool but it was the pond we were swimming in. Behind it, Jesse was with a group of men and they were hiding around a bunch of guns. A little girl was commenting on the yard gnomes and I took her to the ones under the patio. I went back to see what Jesse was up to and they were going to burn the guns. I asked him what he was doing and he said that the feds were seizing everyone's guns. That was the new rule. He said he would rather burn his guns than give them to the gov't. I took three rifles from the pile, my Mauser, the AK-74 and the M1 Carbine and ran into my grandma's house with them telling Jesse I would not let him do that and that if the gov't wanted our guns, the would have to take them from our cold dead hands. As I walked across the yard in plain sight, I saw a big black helicopter in the distance coming our way. Jesse was yelling something at me and I ran in to the house and hid the guns in the guest bedroom under the bed. As I was doing this, I noticed the house was suddenly under surveilance from the outside. There were a bunch of black hummers driving slowly down the street shining lights at the house, and helicopters were heard outside. The house was suddenly full of women who were all in horror of what was happening and being very quiet trying to nonchalantly close all blinds and means of seeing what was inside the house. At that point, I sneak out of the room and make a trip through the house to see Jesse is not in there. On my final stop through the kitchen, I see out the window all the men are sitting on the lawn Indian fashion facing the patio. There are some feds standing behind the fence with guns pointed at them all. Alex Jones was up on a table with a makeshift blow horn telling the men to do things and none of the men were listening. He then gets shot by one of the feds and I was like, "OH MY GOD THEY KILLED ALEX JONES!!!" And I had to get outside. Jesse was off in the distance sitting down and another man was holding Charlie. One by one, the feds started going around the men taking names. They were getting their info and putting them on a list. I ran outside figuring that eventually they'd realize there were people inside the house. Jesse said nothing but rather gave me a look like, "Don't come out here. Go back before they see you." but it was too late. I looked at JEsse and at Charlie and walked up to the head man who was completely ignoring me. I demanded his attention. Finally he recognized me and told me to see another man. I pleaded with them that I needed to take care of my infant son who was out there, a means of trickery on my part, and that I had to get him clothes as it was getting cold and diapers. They said that was fine. They then took my information and gave me a pardon to do so. They were so preoccupied with everything else that I was able to go to Jesse first and tell him my plan. He got up and came with me and we got Charlie. We went back inside the house and he got the rifles I hid while I gathered some clothing items and put them all into a bag. We then hid the rifles in the bag and took Charlie and snuck out a window and ran off away from the house. We got to a mall parking lot and realized that it wasn't just the house but the whole area had been under surveilance. We ran into Katrina, who offered to give us a ride only so far and then we had to flee by foot. Jesse took the guns and I took Charlie and we planned on meeting up in the mountains where no one would find us. I managed to find a horse and Charlie and I rode through a dust storm to the mountains. We met up with Jesse but when we got there, we realized it was also being surveilanced by the helicopters and that no matter where we went, we would never be safe... or free.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Acai Berry Diet

OK, when will people learn to JUST SAY NO to fad diets? First people were told to take pills to suppress appetite and they'd starve and loose weight. That whole ephedrine thing worked and people did lose weight but they were also becoming unhealthy, the ephedrine was making their heart rate go up and die, and so now diet pills can't have ephedrine anymore. Then the whole South Beach diet came along and you could eat anything you wanted so long as you didn't have carbs. What they failed to mention in that one was that carbs are like the fuel to keep your body going and yeah, they have a lot of calories but those are necessary calories to keep you functioning throughout the day. People would only eat meat and no or low carbs and be burning more than they were taking in, once again resulting in poor health with proof of weight loss. Now there's this new Acai Berry diet. I don't know what it is but if I had to make a guess, it sounds like you eat a lot of some berry and it makes you shit your way skinny. It's ads claim "LOSE 35 POUNDS IN 35 DAYS!" Much like other diet fads, like diet pills, which claim you can lose "30 POUNDS IN 30 DAYS!" Unless you are morbidly obese, it's not a good thing to lose a pound a day. You got all these people who just want to lose 30 lbs and figure they'll go on some fad diet for a month, lose their weight and be happy again and go back to popping Fritos and Diet Coke or something. WRONG! It doesn't happen that way. What ever happened to eating good and exercising? Or was that a fad that lost it's interest years ago? With the rise of the computer age and instant results, no one wants to lose a pound a week. I mean, it would take you half a year practically to lose those pounds if you had to diet and exercise and by the time you did lose that weight, you would be trained to a healthier lifestyle. Could you imagine actually having to cook your own meals and exercise for half a year!? God forbid that ever have to happen!? At what point did people become so lazy that instead of taking care of themselves, they just accept failure and wait for a new instant solution to deal with their health? Somehow, I think Oprah is at the root of all this evil. She has her empire of Oprah sponsored books and tells the world how to think and what to buy, probably owning stock in everything she suggests. Getting rich off of over weight housewives who spend frivolously at everything the Mighty O tells them to buy. Think about it: just about every fad diet has appeared on Oprah at one time or another with a random person talking about how it worked for them. They were also very overweight and of course it will work. I mean, I've never been able to lose weight in my life, except for when I was 200 lbs when I had Charlie and I was able to lose 45 lbs postpartum. Why? Because I was way over weight. Do you think if I was slightly overweight I would have been able to do that so soon? NO! Now for me to lose the rest I have to WORK on it. It took me 2 months to lose 11 lbs. That's almost 1.5 lbs a week. It will take me just as long to lose the rest of my weight as it took me to be pregnant. Do I expect the rest of my weight to just fall off instantly? No. Would I like it to? Sure. But come on! Fad diets? Just stop already. Maybe you'll lose that weight but what's to say it will stay off? 

Friday, October 10, 2008

I know my birthday isn’t for another 4 months...

But I want to learn ballroom dancing. I've been wanting to do this for a very long time now but it doesn't help any that the Malcom in the Middle was on just now where Lois takes a dance class and is horrible hehe. Anyway I want to take a ballroom dancing class. And I want to take it with my husband. And I want to go to one of the dance parties on a Friday night and dress up and dance for an evening and I want it to be magical dammit!!!

Feminist differentiation

Why is it women bitch and moan about wanting equal pay for equal work and equal rights and all this crap equal, yet they want to set themselves apart from a man if they take on a man's job. You got jobs like a policeman or a fireman or a mailman. But a woman, who wants those same jobs and equalities demands to be recognized as a woman. Instead they make the job titles pc by giving them lame titles as police officer or fire fighter or letter carrier. Hey! Newsflash! If you really want to be equal, you'll use the same job title and not demand it be changed to reflect the fact you don't have a dick! Feminizing the job titles just goes to show you're a pussy. BE A MAN. DON'T LET SOME WOMAN TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!!!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Thoughts to ponder

1. On Wells, near our apartment, there's about 5 stores that sell quincenera dresses within a 2 block strip. They all sell the same crap. You never see anyone go into the shops, you never see anyone come out of the shops. Most importantly, you never even see anyone buy anything from these shops. Why, then, if they aren't getting business, do they stay open? How is it they pay their rent? Hmm?

2. 7-11 has recently started offering Obama or McCain coffee cups. You can show your support of which politician you favor by drinking from a red or blue coffee cup with their name on it. That's fine and dandy, but what if you don't like either candidate? What if you hate both so much equally you refuse to drink from a cup for either person? Now I'm not a coffee drinker, so I don't have to worry about this, but this lack of freedom of choice has me so disgusted I refuse to ever drink coffee... from 7-11 at least and till they get rid of those gawd awful cups.

3. What would inspire someone to buy a school bus and park it on their front lawn? Maybe you should ask our neighbors? You see, they bought this bus for $5,000. It started out across the street. Then wound up on our side of the street. Now it is on their lawn. They have blacked out all of the windows and there's a paper registration on there but everyone is questioning how "legal" this bus is. I've heard other neighbors say they've seen people smoking from a crack pipe in the back of the bus and heard allegations they believe they are going to turn the bus into a mobile meth lab. This accusation was coming from someone who used to do meth and knows what to look for. The worst part, they could have put the thing in their drive way but didn't. Instead, they tear down 10 feet of the fence on the corner to drive up at the crosswalk into the lawn. Interestingly enough, they are renting the place and I don't think they asked for permission to do so either. It'll be interesting to see what happens when they get evicted.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

French Onion Soup

I wanted to make some French Onion soup today. I had everything you need to make it except for the proper bake ware. All recipes call for the soup to be placed in a bowl, bread on top and cheese on the very top and to be placed in the oven to melt the cheese till it boils. Well, my bowls aren't oven safe. I need corning ware to do this. I keep wishing I had corning ware but, alas, I don't! This means no French Onion soup. Smaller home made mac and cheese casaroles (sp?), and a lot of other things that would be a million times better if I did have corning ware!

Monday, September 29, 2008

One year ago today...

Jesse and I got married. It wasn't huge. It wasn't fancy. But it got the job done.

You see, fate brought us together. Or so I like to think. I just remember when I first met him, I had this happy tingly feeling about him. He was such an intriguing person I knew, I just knew I had to have in my life. Friend. Confidant. Partner in crime. Anything. It was magic from the moment I told him I was looking into purchasing a little single action .22 revolver but wasn't completely sure that was the gun I wanted to get. He told me he had guns and invited me, a complete stranger, to go shooting with him one day. The offer sounded great but I felt weird so I never went. I was in a bad relationship at the time and was being convinced by that ex that I wasn't good enough for anyone else. For a long time I believed this.

A year or two passed and after relationships came and went for us with other people, we wound up talking again and I finally took him up on his shooting offer. We went out shooting one lovely Sunday and by Thursday of that week, we were together.

It's funny cos I remember so much about our pre-dating exclusive hanging out friend days, even though it maybe spanned two months, and vividly remember detail for detail the week we spent together before we started dating. I remember all the nights and hours we stayed up on the phone talking when Jesse was in school. I'm pretty sure people thought we'd break up cos a 500 mile relationship with two recently singled people wasn't going to work out, like it was just a rebound thing. However, I'm convinced those 9 months apart made us even that much closer. We got to really know each other and our relationship was tried by distance. We remained loyal to one another for 3/4 of a year until we finally decided to move in together.

Now how can two people who were friends for a few years, who dated for 3 months, and then spent 9 months 500 miles apart just move in together. Technically we were still very much strangers. But it worked out. As I said before, I'm convinced we were just destined to be together. He's like iron sights to my rifle. I could have some flashy aftermarket optics, but instead I am a better marksman with that which was originally designed to work for me. He's always reliable, and never lets me down. He makes me a better person. Maybe we're just nerdy enough for one another in ways no one else would really understand but at the same time agree they couldn't see it any other way.

Anyway, long story short, a year ago today, we got married. We shot machine guns. We found $20 on the floor. We didn't hawk ourselves up in debt for some fancy pants blatant display of how much money we're willing to throw away. Instead, we just were happy and content with our little gold wedding bands, courthouse wedding, and machine gun shoot. Just as we were happy with a simple day of fun then, we will follow up a year later with a simple night of fun. Dinner and some bowling. Possibly go-karts.

So on that note, I end this saying I love Jesse more than words could ever say. He's the one person who truly gets me in life. We finish each other's sentences. We laugh at the same jokes. He's held my hair when I had to puke and rubs my tummy when it aches. He washes dishes when I feel tired and doesn't complain if I don't feel up to doing things. He doesn't complain about having to haul me around places. He smiles at me at random and tells me I look cute just because. He goes to sleep facing one way and will roll over to hold me when he thinks I'm asleep. But I always notice it and smile with my eyes shut. He buys me strawberries in the summer for no reason other than he knows how much I love them. He'll rub my feet when he thinks I look like I had a hard day. He draws me baths and dries me off when I get out. He kisses me every day before he goes to work, when he gets home, and before we go to bed and makes sure to tell me he loves me just as often. He doesn't care about people thinking he might look like a pussy and ends every phone call with "I love you" even if he's at work or in front of his guy friends. If I fall asleep on the couch, instead of putting a blanket on me, he will wake me up and help me to bed, including putting on my jammies and tucking me in. He will even go as far as fixing the bed for me if it hasn't been fixed because he knows I can't sleep in a bed that hasn't been fixed. Basically we know each other's quirks. Instead of picking on them, we work with them. Yes, he is the perfect man for me. And the best part is, I get to spend the rest of my life with him! Some people thought we deserved each other, as if it were a bad thing. I think I am lucky to deserve someone as wonderful as him. It just makes me think I'm such a good person I get someone as fantastic as Jesse. I love my booger husband and look forward to several happy years with him, Charlie, and Lulu.