Incest is Good!!

Dentyne Fire.
This is supposed to be fantastic gum. Unbelievably, undeniably, the most wonderful gum ever invented. Willy Wonka is going to kill himself (cleanly, of course)because he never thought of it.

At least that's what I now believe after seeing a commercial last night. I didn't even see the entire commercial, but I am sold on this gum.

Any gum that can cause a family orgy -- I gots to get me some of that!!

Seriously, here's a teenager introducing date to parents, chews gum, starts making out on the couch with date -- even unbuttons her shirt (wearing a tank underneath)and throws it in Dad's face.
Dumbass parents still try to 'get to know' the kid.

UNTIL...

Mom pops a piece of magic gum, and makes a wonderful "Ooooo" face. She grabs Dad, and kisses him like she has never kissed him before.

So there they were. One big happy erotically charged family.
What happens later -- beyond kissing?

My stomach turns at the thought. And it did last night too, when I saw this gem of advertising for the first time.

Mommy gone bad

Mommy blogs.
They bug me.
I know it sounds hypocritical of me considering the kidling gets mentioned on here.

Then again, I don't consider this a *gag* Mommy blog.I understand wanting to keep track of all the wonderful things your kid/s do. That makes perfect sense. Kids do so many jaw-dropping things, it's impossible to remember them all.
What I don't understand is how can you believe other people want to read how many times Junior blew his nose on your sleeve before you finally got him to stop? Or some other gross thing... Or how your husband doesn't help and you are completely frazzled?

As a mom, I have always worked really hard not to be THAT mom-- the one that talks about her children constantly, proudly shows pictures ALL THE TIME when you know what the little brat looks like, interrupts good adult conversation because it reminded her of an (not) amusing anecdote involving the little diva...

I am not saying not to be proud of your kids. (Like that double negative?) I think there is a time and place to mention them (and it's not when you are out with your childless friends). But blogging? Maybe keeping the blog private or only giving a few the link (the ones that care, like grandparents). But advertising your Mommy blog? Do you really think that much of your family life to advertise it with 'get more people to read your site' tools???

Those are the Mommies gone bad. They have forgotten they are also an individual -- not just a mommy. These are the moms that fall apart when the kid goes to summer camp, college, or moves out. These are the ones that reach retirement age and realize they have no idea what to do with themselves, now that there is no one to take care of. It is really sad.

Mommy bloggers: Remember your SELF!!!

Ramblings of the Village Idiot

I'm feeling better today. I still hate Bitch, but I don't suppose that feeling will pass quickly.

I'm almost done with a book I've been reading which is great! You know why? So I can start on the rest of a completely different series. Yay me.

I was feeling so drained last night, it seemed impossible to move. Husband waited on me. I'm so lucky!! And before you get all up in arms: It wasn't major 'waiting'. More like he got me a soda so I didn't have to get up kind of thing. It was nice. If he wouldn't have done it, I would have been soda-less. That's how drained I was. Willing to endure (and maybe die from) thirst.

I have taken quite a few more tests lately, and all the results are on the other blog. I finally linked to it on my sidebar. Took me long enough!!

I was unbelievably reading news stories today. That is so unlike me! Of course while I'm reading them, I am doubly reminded why I don't read/watch the news anymore. I am (was) very interested in what is going on, and, at the same time, I can't stand hearing about all the crap. It's quite the stressor.

Have any of you read about the suicide attempt gone bad in California? Some dipshit wanted to take his own life, and decided being hit by a train was the way to go. He parked his SUV on the tracks in such a way that he couldn't drive off if he wanted to. (That's right. Stuck.) He, of course, rethought his death decision (probably because seeing a train speeding towards you is terrifying -- even if you want to die), jumps out --JUST IN TIME-- , and watches the train collide with the now empty SUV. Did the train just push the poor innocent vehicle out of the way? Nope. The train decided to join a gymnastics team with its fancy new tricks. It crashes, derails, and jumps the tracks to crash into another train. Dipshit stood there watching the whole thing. Eleven people died in this fiasco, and many more were injured. But not the one that wanted to die, oh no. He waited until later to slit his wrists and try to stab himself in the chest. Did he die then? Nope. All that got him was being held (as in restrained to the bed) without bail in the jail's hospital ward.

Here's what strikes me about this whole story. If you are feeling suicidal, why death by train? What would make a person choose such a violent way to end their life? Why not shooting themselves (in privacy of their own home)? Or take the peaceful way out -- pills (in the privacy of their own home)? Or even hanging themselves -- which is particularly gruesome (in the privacy of their own home)? Why train? Why watch death hurtling towards you? Why delay death? I'm not saying I'm an advocate for suicide, all I'm saying is keep other people out of it! There are plenty of choices out there. For all you suicidal people: choose better!! Think about the ones that will discover your body, or even if anyone will. Think: Will I hurt anyone else (physically) by doing what I have planned? I mean, even jumping off a building is a bad idea. You could land on someone. You could seriously traumatize the ones you splatter when your guts explode all over the place. At the very least, it'll be a mess, and someone might get stained. What if they are on their way to an interview or a date?? How will they explain the meat clinging to them? Not a good first impression. I say it again: Choose better. Choose cleaner. Choose a way you'll be discovered before someone wonders what that smell is....

PMS came early

I am in a pissy mood today.

Last night Bitch calls and leaves an accusing message (and she would like us to call her back but she's heading to Cub Scouts).
Husband called and left a corrective ('Bitch get this straight!' with much nicer phrasing) message.
Later on, Dad from next door knocks on our door. I assume it is Bitch, so I wondered how long she would knock before going away. Well, it wasn't her, and HE didn't go away.
We had a nice talk, and I should win a fucking Oscar acting like his kid was a normal everyday kid -- instead of the bully he really is.
We agreed all the kids just need to stop talking about it. And I'm not going into what IT is.
On the upside, Next Door Dad was at the same Cub Scouts meeting Bitch was, but he didn't listen to a word she said. So he didn't find out until they got home from the meeting about what went down that day. I love that he didn't HEAR her at all. It's a mutual hatred, and he doesn't think I should control my 'gonna lose all control and punch Bitch right in that ugly face of hers' urges. He understands those feelings.

So I had to talk with my kid this morning and tell her IF she was the one that was starting it (Not that I'm saying you are lying), she has to stop (Not that I'm saying you are doing anything wrong). I explained the ND Dad was telling his boys the same thing.
Basically, what it felt like was me telling my kid 'I don't believe you, you're lying, you can't come to me because I'm obviously not here for you, I don't support you, You Are On Your Own'. I hated that. HATED IT.
True, I don't see what happens on the bus or at school, but at what point does the line get drawn in the sand?
Am I supposed to tell her to keep it to herself if these boys are bullying her because there will be major fallout in our neighborhood? Three kids all telling different versions of the same story -- What am I supposed to do?
I try telling her to stick up for herself, ignore it.. I've given her good comeback lines, and had her practice timely bitchy stuck-up attitude to use when he is trying to get her to react. I also told her that if she does all these things, and it still doesn't stop (meaning he found a new victim), tell an adult (teacher, bus driver, etc.).
Apparently, I can't tell her that anymore. We went to her conference, had a good discussion, established new guidelines, and we all tried to gain more understanding.
Walking out of the conference, I mentioned what Next Door Bully was still doing (principal took care of it the first time) as another possible element that has added to her recent angst/stress/pressure.
Keyword: Mentioned. Not had a conference about. I did not ask for the Gestapo to be brought in. Principal said she would take care of ND Bully, and I said (sin of all sins!!) okay.
But now that option seems to be cut off from my kid. If she goes to an adult for help, shit hits the fan. FUCKING PEOPLE!!!!!

Add to all that shit a fight with my husband last night that spanned three topics all at once. At least when we fight, I know there will be a resolution, progress, more understanding -- which happened today.

I reiterate: I am in a pissy, don't know whether to scream or cry, wanting to strike out at something, trying to regain control, wanting to curl up and forget about all this, type of mood.

Redneck Bitch

Redneck Bitch has resurfaced. Why won't she just stay down??? It's like trying to drown a flotation device.
This time is over the top. This time Bitch is blaming my kid for something she didn't fucking do!!
And it didn't involve her little thug of a kid at all -- not on our part. The principal thought he should be there, not us, and not my kid.
Bitch needs to forget our phone number. Bitch needs to forget we exist.

Bitch needs to be taken out and shot.

Johnny Carson: Oct 23, 1925 - Jan 23, 2005

I remember you. I remember growing up with you. I remember what a treat it was that I was allowed to see you. I remember how you made me laugh. I remember how you made all of us laugh. You were a fixture that never quite went away no matter how they tried to replace you. They also knew they never could. You gave many people a chance that they continue to be grateful for. You are a part of our fond memories, and you always will be. You have spanned generations.


~~~~~~~~~~WE WILL MISS YOU, JOHNNY!!!~~~~~~~~~~~

Let it snow...

I was hoping we would get a bunch of snow or freezing rain or something...
Why?
I wanted school to be canceled.
Why would I be so insane to want my kid to stay home?
Easy. I'm feeling lazy. Lazy doesn't even cover it. I want to stay in bed, reading all day, drinking coffee, and only getting up to use the bathroom.
Which, I can hear you now, I should be able to do while kid is at school. True, so very true. But not today. Today I get to go to a conference at school. My kid has been 'falling apart', as the teacher puts it, in school. This is a concern, but I have since talked to my kid and found out what was wrong. Pressure. Kid is putting too much pressure on herself. It's all about assignments, getting all of them done and turned in -- AND she wants to be an A B Honor Roll student.

This way too much for a little kid to do to herself, but maybe the conference will be helpful. Maybe the teacher will know how to handle it, cuz I sure don't. I have tried reassuring her, telling her not to worry so much, tried being encouraging, but I'm always met with the "Oh mom. You are so sweet to concern yourself with me. But you just don't understand....*pat pat* look. Makes me wonder what she knows that I don't.

Misery for one and all!! (I'm generous like that)

Sunday morning I woke up to my husband and child arguing. Loudly.

And I was thankful.

I was having a dream that was just dragging on and on like a bad movie that you can't turn off because you need to see how it ends -- but you wish the end was here already!!
And since I don't like to be miserable alone, I'll tell you my long boring dream. You're excited now, aren't you?

There is a cast of characters that (since it was a dream) don't have names, but I'll give them ones so no one gets confused, okie?

There was this guy friend of mine that I was secretly having sex with. We'll call him Bob. Now depending on the 'dream scene', he either had a slew of kids or he didn't. (And btw, I have no idea why I was having sex with this guy -- he looked like a big dumb country oaf. Not my type!)
Enter female friend of mine. We'll call her Jane. She starts hanging out with/sorta dating Bob. There's a catch. She's already dating another mutual friend, call him Matt.
She starts having feelings for Bob, and still has feelings for Matt. She needs to decide: Do I continue cheating on Matt with Bob (and 'never heard of birth control' kids)? Or do I break up with Matt, and start dating Bob?
This situation wouldn't normally concern me, but Matt is a friend -- and I'm sleeping with Bob, of which she has no idea.
Which leads to a little moral dilemma of my own: Do I tell Jane I'm screwing this guy because she is suddenly on my turf developing feelings, for Pete's sake?!? Or do I keep my secret and continue doing what I'm doing no matter how her own little drama plays out (basically competing with her)? Or do I step back and let them have whatever they are trying to have?
The dream continued through all kinds of scenarios(like Bob looking at new cars to buy), and details (like finding out oaf Bob is very rich). But still, it always came back to the same headache-causing moral questions for both Jane and I.

After I woke up, I was a little bit ticked off that I didn't think to make Bob decide. My god! He was the one deceiving both of us. And poor innocent defenseless Matt...
A solution was never reached, but I don't care.

Now do you see why waking up to an argument can make me happy?

And the best part of all? The entire dream had B movie coloring...

I'm so happy to be awake!

Damn skippy

Another cool one to add to my main blog -- Blissfully, knowingly, and willingly stolen from Cricket (Boobs and Legs). Come and get me!!!


You are a goddess!


Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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I like...

I have a completely separate blog just for the Web Tests, but this one was pretty cool. I just had to share.




F:

Your Beauty lies
in Contradiction. Controversial, unpredictable, and
never what anyone expects.
You appearance and your personality are two
opposite things. Even your
appearance sends different signals to different
people. To some you may look
innocent and sweet, to others you look mysterious
and intimidating at the same
time. No one ever knows what to expect with you.
You are a little bit of
everything all mixed together. You can be watching
the football game with the
guys one minute and the next out shopping at the
mall. You seem to be almost a
different person every time you meet someone, but
at the same time you know
exactly who you are and there is always that one
thing that makes you you. You
enjoy keeping people guessing and people love how
completely unpredictable you
are.

Some Things
That Represent You:

Element:
Fire, Water Animal: Chameleon Color:
Dark Tones, Light
Tones Song: Everything by Alanis Morriesette
Expression:
Half-smile

Gemstone:
Opal Mythological Creature: Gryphon,
Half-breeds Planet: Mars Hair
Color: Red Eye Color:
Brown

Quote:
"Appearances can be deceiving."

Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..
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Oh No!!!

I discovered something while reading a blog I visit daily. There is another female blogger that is using 'J' as her signature. Granted she doesn't have the nifty little ~ ~ around her J, but still....

Outrage!!

Can you believe there are so many people that are on the web that there would be any duplicates?? There can't be more than 26 users, right? She could use another letter, right?

Right?

Right?



*sigh*

I know, I know...

I just don't want there to be any confusion. I mean, there is already another blog with a name very similar to mine (People Are So Stupid -- recommended reading -- find it in my links), but for another blogger using my signature (sort of)...

*sobbing loudly, girly run (in the wrong direction)*

What if...

I was trying to research something that was rumored to be in the Knoxville area, but from different links I clicked on I was pulled into something I found much more interesting.

I ended up researching a specific Christian religion. What some of the websites were saying is that it isn't Christian at its core -- it's Satanic. It was using the founder and his practices as proof.

Of course, I then researched this 'founder' and found differing opinions on him. A few sites said he wasn't the founder at all, and that it was founded after his death when people decided to change things and throw out his teachings.

All of this is on the web, which isn't reliable, but it made for an interesting read. Especially since the supposed founder was reported to be in a couple of the secret societies that I am very interested in.

I am going to have to look into this some more.

Kircher Tree of Life


I have to say I have learned so much in this past week.
About religion, traditions, beliefs, false beliefs...

I am on this forum, and there has been this great discussion. It's really opened up some new thoughts for me.

Ah. There's that learning hobby of mine again..

In the interest of education...

I have noticed (by reading other blogs) that there is an interest in anal sex. The only problem I see with this interest is the majority decide to try it out without knowing the risks.
I feel it is my duty to share.

First thing anyone needs to know before attempting this: Anything that enters must be covered. Regular condom, finger condom, etc...

It is extremely easy to injure the receiving party -- and there are enough erotic stories and porn that encourage just 'shoving it in' and watching him/her jerk in pain until that person finally relaxes. Problem is, by the time relaxation sets in, damage may have already happened.

The most extreme thing that can happen is a Complex Anal Fistula. This is basically a tunnel that has occurred because of an infection (abscess). The 'tunnel' can lead to the skin (where you'll notice pus leaking out staining your clothes) or even worse, the tunnel can lead into the body. Since the tunnel begins in the anus, it is carrying all sorts of bacteria to the other end of the tunnel.

An Anal Fistula can only be fixed with surgery. And usually a simple out-patient surgery. But a Complex Fistula? It will take several surgeries, and with a possible loss of muscle control. Imagine having to go the rest of your life wearing Depends - just in case.

One of the other things to remember about the anus -- sometimes it is difficult for rips, tears, cuts, etc. to heal because of the location. It is also extremely easy to pass bacteria to someone through that canal (hence, the need for covering).

Another thing that needs mentioning: Again the stories and movies show switching back and forth between anus and vagina. Never ever ever EVER do this. You can give the female all kinds of nasty infections and such by transferring the bacteria from the anus into the vagina.

In the 'heat of the moment', you might not care as long as it feels good. But with everything, there are consequences.

Basically, this is not an activity that should be undertaken lightly. Know your risks first.

I will put some links here if you want to learn more about the medical conditions I described above.



http://www.addenbrookes.org.uk/serv/clin/surg/colorectal/fistula1.html (Explains the surgery, the risks, and the complications after surgery very well, imo)

http://www.fascrs.org/displaycommon.cfm?an=1&subarticlenbr=1 (Good overall information)

Back on the train track

She's not stressed...


Just to fill in all my concerned readers *snort*:
The night I felt like a train wreck, I actually got some sleep. Now it took getting 'altered' and having some 'stress relief' to get there... But I was asleep by 3am (which is the earliest I had been asleep in over a week).

My body has followed suit, and started getting sleepy at night, instead of all godamn day long.
I may have screwed something up by not going to bed until 5:30am this morning, but I am remaining positive about the whole thing. I'm thinking about staying awake Monday night too.

Ah yes, the abuse is back. Now the body knows who is in charge though.
Heh. Right.

IHOP addiction

The Northerners should learn from this...


A friend of mine introduced me to the many joys of IHOP.

I, in turn, ate there with my family. Twice now.

I am addicted to the stuffed french toast. I wish you could order it by itself. That way, when I 'm not that hungry (like late at night), I could still order it.

I wonder if there is a self-help group for this. The SFTA. Or to make it shorter: SA. Maybe I could start one, and we could all just say 'fuck it, I'm eating it, dammit', and we all go out to eat together.






What a stupid idea.

Me, Zombie...

This is how I feel

It's about flippin' time the Create Posts thing worked!


Anyway, I was really looking forward to last night. I spent the entire day exhausted knowing that I would go right to sleep, and be back on track. I was having trouble keeping my temper under control (because of sleep dep), and all sorts of emotional problems. I am pretty proud that I mostly kept them in check.
Bedtime rolls around and BAM!!! Let me say that again: BAM!

BAM!

BAM!
I was wide fucking awake. The kind of wide awake little kids are on Christmas morning. The kind of awake when you have just exited a spa and never felt better. The kind of awake I seriously didn't want to be.

So once again, I go to bed, stay awake for hours, and had trouble getting up to see my kid off to school.

After the bus left, I decided to finish my coffee, and then go back to sleep. I get horizontal on the couch, listened to the radio morning show, balanced my coffee mug on my chest, and prepared to drink it.



Two and a half hours later (9:30am) I wake up to me tilting the coffee cup towards my body, and spilling it all over my clothes. Of course my first thought was "It's still warm." -- then I realized what was going on. I had passed out so fast and so hard that it took 2 1/2 hours for me to even move. I mean, I know I sleep like the dead, but not moving at all? Not even to go limp???
After noticing my shirt was all wet, and setting the mug on the floor, did I get up to change my shirt? Nope. I was too tired to get up, and take the wet thing off. I actually did that a few times over the next few hours -- wake up, notice shirt was wet, think I should change, and just the thought of getting up made me pass out again.
To all you concerned ones out there: I did finally sit up, and take the shirt off. Then I had to sit for a while before I could muster the energy to stand and find a new shirt. In the process of this, I noticed the side of my pants were wet also. Damn, more work. So, there I am, in my bedroom, naked except for my socks, and I think : "I may as well take a shower, I'm already halfway there." See, folks, I haven't been able to muster the energy for that either. At least not during the day when it wouldn't disturb anyone.... Middle of the night was a different story. I could have danced the cha cha for hours, and still had energy left over. But the rest of the people in my household actually can fall asleep at night, and it would be very cruel for me to disturb them. Especially when they had what I so desperately wanted.

So here I am. Awake, but sleepy. Dreading bedtime when I'll wake up. Exhausted to the point where breathing sounds like work. Feeling like the car in my picture. Wanting coffee (just for the comforting warmness of it). Showered. Happy about being clean. And, most of all, trying to solve my little problem. Maybe I need to leave the house, and stay awake all night being active -- I don't know.
What will knock some sense into this sleep schedule of mine???

I want a normal schedule back!!!

Oh, to be that comfortable... 


I have been battling insomnia for over a week now. It all started with a pleasant night like any other pleasant night. I had decided to read myself to sleep. It is a sure-fire way to get me to sleep. I read, and re-read, and eventually drop the book.

Not this foul evening. No sirree! Morning came, and I was still in bed reading. Reading! Who can read all night without falling asleep??? I can't. At least I didn't think I could. Geez! I even got up at 3:30am, went outside, smoked, read some more, finally came back inside at 5am -- in time to hear the alarm clock ringing.

I lay back down, marveling at the fact that I haven't slept. There wasn't any reason for it. It's not like I slept all day, and then was up all night. Nope. Just your normal day. Except now it was tomorrow, and I didn't have any REM in between. *sigh*

I then tried to sleep all day. Which, of course, I had no problem falling asleep. But staying asleep? *groan* The phone kept waking me up. Me? The phone? I sleep like the dead. I am one of those people that can't hear alarms, phones, buses crashing into my bedroom... (okay that last one never happened, but you get the point) And the phone isn't even in my bedroom. And I didn't give a flying rat's ass being fucked by an elephant about the phone or who was calling. And yet, there I was, waking up.

Well, that was days and days and days ago.... (or at least it feels like it). I am still trying to get back on track. I am trying to fix something when I don't know the problem. *sigh* I have hope for tonight. I didn't nap at all today, and I had at least an hour of sleep last night...

Things look hopeful. I may actually get to enjoy my regularly scheduled REM.

Bitching

Bitching.

It's an artform.

There are those that just spew venom in the most hateful ways. Not artful, but effective. Effective in making yourself look like an out-of-control freak.

There are those that choose the passive-aggressive route. Not as effective. Produces bad vibes all around.

There are those that choose to repress their bitching needs, and instead sugar-coat everything. This is just plain evil. I would rather have venomous spew.

There are those that use humor. With these people you can't tell if they are kidding or actually mad. If nothing else, it keeps the other person on their toes, but accomplishes little else.

There are the very rare people that will tell you they are mad, tell you why they are mad, and do it in a very straight forward way. This is the best, and most mature, way to get your point across. I love these people! Their way is just not the most amusing way.

There are the people who will bitch up a storm to everyone but the person they are bitching about. This is another one that only makes you look bad.

My absolute favorite (at the moment, subject to change at any time) is the bitching at someone, and they don't know they are being bitched at. This is my favorite because it is clever. You have to be skilled to pull this one off successfully. And not only do you get to bitch at the person, but it also will accomplish whatever it is you are trying to accomplish. This way may sound like the sugar-coating type, but it is very different. With sugar, you pretend everything is alright. With clever bitching, something is wrong, but you are being civil about it. I enjoy watching this take place. It is beautiful!

Bad Blockbuster

Here's something that pisses me off. And I am aware that it is completely stupid, and that it has nothing to do with me personally...

This 'No More Late Fees' with Blockbuster.
Okay, first, what the hell are they thinking? That is just a really bad business decision (unless I'm missing some fine print somewhere). Stupid business just irritates the fuck out of me.

Second, have you seen the commercial? With the almost lynch mob marching up to Blockbuster chanting their little hearts out? As if anyone has ever had a problem paying late fees. Geez! If you are late bringing movie/game back, you'll have to pay a fee. It's common. AND it is understood by the one renting what will happen if it isn't back by such-and-such time. Why would anyone storm up to them complaining about late fees??? Aren't they really saying they are too lazy to get off their fat asses and put the damn things in the drop box?

Just stupid, stupid, stupid!

My Mom

Geez! I just realized I never said what my mom's test results were.

She is just fine. Nothing new came up. It's all from the radiation.

They have changed her seizure meds though. Thank god!!! I've been worried about that ever since she had a twelve minute seizure. They are trying something else, and hoping it controls them better.

Still working the bugs out

What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive


I now have a photobucket album, but I am trying to figure out the sizing issue. Either the pic is just a tiny bit too big so it pushes my sidebar down to the bottom of my blog, or it is tiny like Eye of Horus.

Any suggestions? Maybe I should resize it before loading it into photobucket? And how do I do that without it pixelating?

Whoever said 'Ignorance is bliss' was an idiot.

Eye of Horus

Trying photobucket per Kat's suggestion...

Here we go! Whee!

Mmmmm....

Beautiful, isn't it? 


I love sleeping with my husband. That up close, cozy, cuddly feel...

Having said that ---

There is something to said for having the bed all to one's self. I could stretch out my arms (not hold them close to my body). I didn't have to worry about my hair getting in anyone else's face. I could roll around and get comfortable without bumping into anyone. And there was only my body heat (which I could adjust by removing or covering up with the blanket). I could stretch out my legs. I could sleep anywhere in the bed I wanted to!

In short, it was bliss of the best kind.

Trying to be back

I am falling behind. All the craziness with the holidays, and my kid being home from school... I'll get back on track with this blog.
Today I tried to catch up on my sleep. I was having problems though. I kept waking up feeling guilty like I would if my kid was here and I was just lounging in bed. I tried telling myself there was school today, it's okay, go back to sleep.... And guess what? It didn't work. Bleh. I'll try again tomorrow.

Mini Rant:
This High School Reunion reality show is completely stupid. No, I haven't seen it. I have better things to do with my time (like pick my nose). I thought they reached all time dumbness when they showed little rich girl getting thwarted by high school honey, but now.... The previews they are showing has to do with two 'nerds' that are pretending to be rich 'to prove themselves'. Okay, first of all, they are pretending. Lame. And proving themselves to their high school chums?? Take it to Jerry Springer. To be fair, I could almost understand their wanting to do this. But ever since I saw a Reality Show Secrets (or something like that) and found out the people on High School Reunion don't even really know each other, they are from different years, and even different schools.... I just can't take it even remotely serious. They're just acting. How mind-numbingly stupid. I can't believe reality TV has stooped to this level. Okay, I can believe it. I can't believe people watch this shit. Damn. I can believe that too.

Why are people so stupid?