Bits & Pieces

It's all good...

2009-02-03T18:24:00.001-08:00

But I do believe I am done here.

Yeah. I know.

2008-12-23T10:54:00.000-08:00

I swear to God. When I logged onto this blog, cobwebs flew out, the hinges creaked and a dust bunny rolled past.

Actually, this is a crying fucking shame but I had to go find my log in info. Damn. I suck.

Really, I know I say it every time but things are really settled in for us here. No drama. Good times. A lot of love..... Mostly things are very scheduled. That's the way kids like it. The way we like it. Structure and knowing what to expect. It seems to be working for us.

I suppose I could start off with the really bad news. Our Nino (my husband's beloved grandmother) passed away on election day. We were just out to see her the Sunday before. She had this sudden moment of clarity, it lasted for quite a few minutes. It was like a cloud lifted and she knew us, knew everything and had some special things to say to us. It was glorious and I will hold the words in my heart forever. But most importantly she asked to go to Heaven. Heaven. Please.

We weren't expecting her to go just like that but it is what she wanted. And what she has wanted for a long time. So, we had to let her go, and be happy for her. It was so hard and heart breaking but really, we just tried to "celebrate" her passing as it was what she wanted. We still miss her immensely and our world will never be the same with out our Nino.

Ah, that sucked.

Okay.

On to the kids. My first baby (Big Sis) turned 7 on the 20th. SEVEN!!! Wow. I cannot believe it. She had a super fab birthday. And shared everything with Baby Sis. It was a very nice day and she had a blast.

Baby Sis is LOVING school. She had a couple rough mornings where she cried and didn't want to stay. Whew, that was rough and it broke my heart. I so wanted to snatch her up and run back home with her, but I know this Pre K program is the very best thing for her. After those couple rough mornings she settled right in and she adores going to school. Thankfully no drama and problems. I know the readers (if I still have any, lol) from the old blog will probably remember all the problems we had with that other pre-k school Big Sis went to. What a fucking hot mess that place was and it still chaps my ass at all the bullshit my kid went through. Gah. This school really is the best in the area and I am so happy with it!! It made all the difference in the world. I wish I could have had a do-over and send Big Sis there. Oh, well. Her Kindergarten teacher made up for all of that and she had a great start at elementary school I am going to request, (beg and plead) that Baby Sis get the same teacher when she goes next year... (crossing fingers).

So, Big Sis is in 1st grade, now and she is doing very well. All of the studies come easy to her. The reading and math, just effortless for her. She needs to work on her penmanship and keep her messy ass desk clean, but other than that she is sailing along.

It's weird (and sort of random) but both of our kids are left handed. Neither one of us are and no one in the immediate family is, but both of our kids are. Strange. I don't think it's hereditary???

Um, let's see.

Work. It is going very well. It took me a while to adjust to working in the mornings. I am SO not a morning person. But it's is awesome to go in and get the work out of the way then get to be with the family. I was getting to the point where I fucking hated going in at 5 pm. Getting back home at 9 pm. It was suck ass. I love being home in the evening. I am so lucky I only work 3 hours in the mornings! I take Big Sis to school, then I drop off baby Sis at her preschool which is right next to my job. Go in from 9-12 then pick up Baby Sis, go home for a couple hours then go back out and pick up Big Sis. It's a lot of running around but it works out fine. Next year it will be a lot easier because both of them will be at the same school. I will probably work until about 2 pm and get a couple extra hours in.

I am most likely going to have to take the summer off. I don't know what else to do. My husband is still running the mobile service so when his phone rings he is out working. This will suck because I have worked my ass off building a clientele and I will lose some if I have to be out for any length of time. Crap.

Hmmm... lets see.

We still have a amazing number of pets. We love them all endlessly. Not sure if I mentioned it, but this time last year I rescued a Chinese Crested dog. A female that was abandoned at the SPCA. This lady (a client) adopted her because she felt sorry for her and the poor dog had sat in a cage for over 30 days. No one wanted her. She is just like an old lady. Fat, ugly, totally bald, wrinkled and bumpy. I love her with all my heart.

The only catch was she wasn't house broken!!! I was so pissed because I asked that FIRST and was told she was. Um, noooo... she pissed dinner plate sized spots on our fucking carpet. We had to literally housebreak a 6 year old dog! It was a bitch, but we got it done. She was worth it though. She is a great dog. I think she is in love with my husband. He calls her his "other wife" ....and believe me, she OWNS his ass!

This time last year we also took in another chinchilla. I had a male for almost 2 years and a friend of mine came over saw how cool Louis was and decided to get one for her 9 year old daughter. Um, no. Not a good idea. They are nothing like bunnies. Chinchillas are exotic! They need a lot of special care etc. They are super delicate. And you have to handle them with care and respect because one bad experience and they never forget it! They are hella cool though, their fur is incredible. They are so soft and luxurious you pet them and you can barely feel them. They are just amazing to the touch.

ANYWAY...

This friend quickly realized that chinchillas are not for kids. Especially when the kid "plays" with the poor thing by letting it out of the cage and then chasing it, catching it, releasing it, then chasing it some more. Fuck. Can you imagine? So, after 2 weeks of that abuse, the chinchilla was just wild with fear and they couldn't even get him out of the cage anymore. She called and asked if I wanted him. Cage and all. I looked it up and I found out that you can keep 2 males together, so, I said yes, we'd take him. I introduced the two and they really liked each other so I set them up in the same cage.

About 7 months later I looked in the cage and saw two baby chinchillas. Both dead :( I seriously could not believe what I was seeing. But yes. They had two babies and they both died! Bummer. Not sure what happened. I was more in shock that they bred. I really did think Loius was a male! And I have heard getting chinchillas to breed is not easy.

Anyway, we figured it might happen again so we started watching closely and sure enough Louis looked preggers. She had another baby. Just one this time. We decided to keep her and we named her Snoopy. ADORABLE!!! I cannot bear to separate the two chinchillas they are very bonded and are like a little married couple. Plus they raised this baby together, it was really neat to watch the two of them and the baby. I bought another cage for Snoopy, because after a few months Smokie will "forget" who she is ...and well, you know.

I suppose the two will have more babies and we'll sell them. It is not easy to get chinchillas to breed and their gestation is 111 days. Plus they usually only have 2 babies at a time. So, the babies will sell for $200 each! I can deal with that. Of course, I'd like to keep them all but really, I can't give any more time and attention to more than just Louis and Snoopy. Smokie, although we have given him a lot of TLC, he really does not want to be handled, so we leave him be for the most part and just give him a chin scratch or handshake once in a while.

OOOKAY! See? Really exciting stuff, right? Ha!

Turtle Stones (my jewelry making venture) has stalled. Really, I made a lot of jewelry and I sold a lot. I still have a lot and quite a bit of supplies etc. Just not sure what I want to do about any of it.

Celebrity Rant is doing great. I love to work on it everyday. The newer/current format is a lot more fun for me to post about. I mean, I don't really get into too much and the posts are usually quite simple, but I enjoy doing it and judging by the stat counter a LOT of other people seem to enjoy it too. It's growing everyday and I am getting more and more sponsors, so it pays to do the site. Awesome, right?

We don't have any huge plans for the holidays. Just simple stuff. I am off work from now until Jan 5th. Tomorrow, we are going to make sugar cookies and decorate them... a batch of fudge and a cherry cheesecake (it's my holiday contribution) for dinner at Moms. We open our Christmas presents (under the tree) tomorrow late afternoon. Then Santa comes. Christmas afternoon we go over to my Moms and eat dinner.

So, that is about it. If you are still reading (and not fast asleep with your forehead pressed against the monitor) I would like to wish you all...

Happy Holidays!!!

Eat, drink and be merry. Drive carefully and have lots of good, fun sexy times.

Love to you all!!!

Peace!

All is well and good....

2008-08-20T10:44:00.000-07:00

Well...
Both my babies went to school today.

And, it was a whole lot easier than I expected. A lot of hassle actually getting them to their classes but the waterworks, emotional outbursts and mental breakdowns were kept to a minimum.

Speaking for myself.

The girls took it like champs.

It was amazing, really.

In fact, Baby Sister totally dissed me when I came to pick her up. Said she wanted to stay. Take a nap with the rest of the class... Said she wanted to "live" there at the school.

Okay. Wtf.

Made me feel awful.

I woulda felt better if she ran screaming and crying to me. But nope....

She is too damn well adjusted.

So, I guess we have done a good job here. All that talking. Preparation.

Of course, I have yet to pick up the first grader and hear how her day went.

I am hoping for the best.

Ha.

I am outta here.

**UPDATE**

Big Sis had a great/excellent/awesome first day too... Yes!

Both kids scarfed down their dinner ....it's about 9pm and I do believe they are BOTH crashed out.

Awesome.

Pea Shout.

Brace yourself, it's a long one!

2008-08-16T08:07:00.000-07:00

Finally. I am going to sit down and do a little update.

Don't get too excited. Not much is going on these days. It's not that fun stuff doesn't happen, it does. And even the silly and ridiculous stuff. And I still get pissed off about all the same crap. I just never get the time to sit down and write like I used to. You'd think I'd have a little more time now that the girls can sort of entertain themselves but I don't. They still suck me dry, waiting on them hand and foot. Not to mention, someone has to play Barbies with them. Jeesh.

So, Baby Sister is GOING TO PRESCHOOL!!!! OMG! I am freaking out. If you have been a reader from back in the day, well, I'm sure you'll remember all the issues and bullshit when Big Sister was in her preschool. Man, I was thinking back on all of that stuff and it really was horrible. So, this time I did my homework and I have found the most perfect school in the area. In fact they have the highest rated VPK program in the county! Hell yes! Not only do they have one certified teacher for the class but TWO! No teacher and a assistant like most of the schools but two teachers. Love that!

They use a curriculum and even teach Spanish! Most of the schools just have a loose schedule and do whatever. They are going to actually teach the kids. Doing sight words, circle time etc. She gets to eat breakfast and lunch.... She'll go from 9am to 12pm. Big Sis will go from 9:50 to 2:50. So, I am going to have some running around to do as they'll go to different schools until next year.

Baby Sis says she does NOT want to go to school. But she knows she has to. Told her it's the RULE! I took her in there the other day for a visit and she was impressed by all the stuff. Very excited. They have a big kitchen setup just like a real kitchen and that is one of her favorite things to play. I had to practically drag her out of there. It was really cool too, because all the little girls were so nice and friendly they wanted to include her and play with her ...it was cute! Baby Sis was very overwhelmed but I could tell she was loving it. It's going to be hard because she's never been away from me. No baby sitter... no daycare... it's going to be rough on both of us, :(

Big Sis had an amazing year of Kindergarten. She did fabulous, her teacher absolutely loved her and I could not have been more pleased with the school, her teacher and the entire experience. It was great. I was so worried because I knew, after her rough year of PreK that this kindergarten experience would set the tone... Amazingly enough everything went along wonderfully and she is excited to start first grade. And even better? Her new teacher/class is right next door to her Kindergarten teachers class! So, she will get to see her every day and she is comfortable and familiar with the area.

So, that's the kiddie update. Told ya... nothing too exciting these days.

Hmmm... what else?

All the pets are doing well. I acquired another chinchilla. A friend of mine came over, saw my chinchilla and loved him. So, she went out and bought one for her 9 year old daughter and named him Smokey. Not a good idea.

Chinchillas are exotic, delicate and not a good choice for a young kid to have. She told me her daughter would let him out of the cage and chase him. That's how she was "playing" with him! Needless to say, the poor thing was totally freaked out and they couldn't handle him. So, they gave him to me.

I did my research and found out that you can keep two males together... as long as there are no females in heat (around) they will get along great and enjoy each others company. So, I put him in with my precious Louis (after a introductory period) and they got along well. I did notice Smokey tried to hump on Louis a couple of times. Louis seemed suitably offended by it. In any event, they are super cute, they cuddle and groom each other.

So, they were together about 7 months and one morning I heard funny noises coming from the cage. I didn't think too much about it because they do make strange little sounds. After a while I went over and looked in and I could not believe my eyes. There were two baby chinchillas in the bottom of the cage! Sadly, they were dead. I was heart broken. I believe that Smokey may have killed them. You can keep chins together after a litter and they usually don't kill the babies... but for some reason he did. Or maybe Louis did it??

I had no idea that Louis was female! The pet store dude said he was a male. I even looked at him myself and he looked like a boy. After going on line and looking at pictures you can tell the difference by pushing on the um, er.. area. If it's a male the penis pops out. We had noticed Smoke was sporting a big one and at first we teased Louis because he didn't have much down there. Guess not, he's a she! Anyway, we noticed them "doing it" a couple of nights ago. Damn, they hooked it up for a long ass time. A long time. I teased hubby and said, Look at that... Smokey lasted longer than you, Ha!

Speaking of sexy times. Hubby and I have been having lots of fun these days. We went skinny dipping in the pool last weekend. Yes, we have a 6 foot stockade fence and it was dark. And late. It was FUN. We felt like teenagers again. The only reminder of any adulthood was the baby monitor's little red glow. I have to credit some of the fun (these days)to the fact that we are indulging in a little booze here and there. What a blast!

It's funny because we actually never used to touch booze. I was never much of a drinker.... and hubby felt over the whole drinking thing after he came out of his last relationship. So, we abstained all these years, until one night he called me at work on my cell and told me to bring him home a beer. I was like, wtf? Are you serious??? He was. So, I did and we have been having a blast ever since. I never much enjoyed drinking in the past but the two of us are loving it. I guess it really does make a different who you party with, right? LOL....

I am still cutting hair. Did the evening shift for the past year and I have to say... HATED IT! Just sucked ass to work around the house all day.... It'd get to be about 3 in the afternoon, I'd finally take a break sit down... then realize I have to hang out for a couple more hours then go to work... I was gone from 5 to 9 in the evenings. What a drag! Of course the girls would beg me to stay home, call in... it sucked.

So, I am changing my schedule to mornings! I am so happy! Perfect! I will get Big Sis to her class by quarter to 9, then drop Baby Sis off at her school which is conveniently located directly behind the salon I work at! I swear... things could not have worked out any better. I am going to be working while the girls are at school. Only 3 hours a morning but I think it'll be a nice change and hopefully I'll make more $. We don't do many chemical services at night just mostly hair cuts... Of course colors and perms cash out at a lot more.

The plan is for me is to do this year at the salon and I am hoping next year I can go back to school. I would LOVE to be able to do something at home... maybe on the computer... maybe medical transcription?? Ya hear me Beej? Ha! I need info.

Okay... what else..... Celebrity Rant is doing great. I did change the format. I took a lot of crap from a few readers about it. They wanted that old stuff back. Serious. I was so fucking bored doing it every day though... But some people did enjoy the trivia etc. But it was a downer as I started to notice the same group of people would literally sit there and hit the site as soon as I published and answer all the trivia, guess who's etc. Boring! So, I've made it more current. And just kind of basic. I enjoy it. And the traffic had grown steadily ...in fact I'd have to say it has quadrupled!

My poor Turtle Stones jewelry site. I just don't know what to do about it. I am not selling much... maybe becasue I haven't promoted it much? I dunno. I've kind of dropped the ball on it for the moment.

This past week I have been building things back up... getting myself back to where I was a long time ago. I guess I hit a rough spot there for a while and I was kind of at loose ends or something. I was feeling kind of blah...

You know the economy fucking sucks right now and it's hard to take a step down and not go out spending cash and living freely like we used to. Everyone has has to batten down the hatches, I know it's not just us ...but it sucks! This country has been run into the fucking ground and I pray that we can build it back up.

I wanted to sell our house at the end of the year and buy a bigger one. Well, guess what? It ain't happening. Not for us and not for a lot of other people out there right now. It's tough and it sucks. But overall I am happy that we are all together, healthy and whole.

I hope all of you out there are doing well and that you guys are as blessed as we are. Feel free to holla at me... my email is always open. And of course I am still reading you guys. Never stopped reading. Just had a little writers block. I'll try harder.

If you are a new reader... feel free to say hi and leave a comment.

I think I hear a chicken tender sammich calling my name.

So, I am outta here! Just. Like. That.

OMG!

2008-06-25T08:17:00.000-07:00

Has it really been this long? I'll have to do an update. Nothing too exciting. All is well in my world. As always.

Stay tuned and I'll be back...

Shot through the heart...

2008-04-27T05:36:00.000-07:00

Cuddled up with my two girls on the love seat watching Classic 80's videos.

Of course a Bon Jovi video came on. I said to my girls, that guy was the cutest guy ever. Ever.

My 6 year old took one look and scoffed, "Momma. God. He is wearing a poncho. Ha."

Now in Jon's defense it was a leather vest. With fringe. Lots and lots of fringe. Okay. I see her point. I laughed.

She asks, "What's his name again?" I said.... Jon Bon Jovi

She says, "Nuh uh... It's Jon Bon Poncho!" This gets the 4 yr old going, "Poncho Ponnnncho... Poncho Boy!"

So, there I was...... being taunted by my kids. Well, actually Jon was. I'm sure he can take it.

RIP Boogie Rat

2008-04-20T10:59:00.000-07:00

Boogie our pet rat died today. Of old age. If you want to call it that. They really don't make it far in this thing called life.

I remember the day I went and chose him out of the "live feeders" box. He was destined (at the age of only 3 weeks of life) to become snake food. I brought him home and bottle fed him until he was able to eat seeds and then he was able to eat everything. He loved all kinds of snacks and junk food. He was a rat after all.

He grew big and strong and his favorite thing in the world was eating pizza crust and having the side of his face scratched.

I loved him immeasurably and I will miss him wholeheartedly. Yeah. I know. He was a rat. But he was Fierce.

Right now he is resting comfortably under our big old pine tree out back. Safely sealed in a Chivas Reagal tin. An excellent Scotch and THE finest rat ever.

I am going to go drown my sorrow now.

We are outta here.

Let's be honest here...

2008-03-22T17:20:00.000-07:00

The Easter Bunny scares the living shit out of my kids. Seriously.

How comfortable would you be knowing that as soon as you fall into a vulnerable (unprotected) sleep, a 6 foot rabbit is going to waltz into your front door and leave shit. You hope.

Nope. No happy thoughts about that.

So, in a moment of sheer desperation I had a stroke of genius.

I told those believing, trusting children that if they were not "comfortable" with the Easter Bunny just walking in, that Daddy would email him, asking him to leave the shit outside the front door. I said the bunny would text me, we'd go out and get the shit and bring it in for them. That is.... ONLY IF they GO TO SLEEP with no fucking crap and hell raising tonight.

Thank God for modern technology and bribery.

Ha. So.

That totally covers our ass if we ever get caught setting that shit up...

"Hey, we just brought it inside"

AND it eases their fragile little minds.

Yup. Parents of the Year.

Paranormal or not so?

2008-03-14T06:48:00.000-07:00

Ha!

The question of the day: How are our house guests?
I don't know.

Still. I am out on this one.

I really just do not know.

Things quieted down for a while. She stopped talking about the "shadows." I asked her a couple weeks ago, in a very casual manner if the shadows were gone. She said yup. Earlier this week she acted like she didn't want to do her quiet time. I sent her in for nap time and a while later I asked her why she didn't want to take her nap. Well, she launched into the "shadow" thing. She told me that the "boy shadow" is STILL here. That he never did leave. That he "doesn't listen" to her when she tells him to go away.

Gah.

Now I know that this could all be a figment of her imagination. That she might just have too much time on her hands now that her sissy is in school all day. And often she plays in her room instead of napping. Of course we leave her door open and the hall light on. Things she insist that we do. I don't make her sleep, but I do give her a couple of hours of down time.

Okay. As you know I don't really truly believe in any of this. Simply because I am not convinced. I have never personally witnessed anything with my own two eyes that tells me otherwise.

So, whenever I am challenged in life I go out to find answers. I am a problem solver. I want a solution. Always. I want to figure it out and then fix it. Whatever it may be.

I went online and read about a lot of stuff. Of course I know that you cannot believe everything you read. I actually believe about nothing of what I read. But hey, that's just me.

I might have mentioned that when she first spoke of shadows, I had no clue that people reported seeing shadows. I never heard anything before. It was always the misty see through version of the ghost that I had heard of. What my daughter was describing was totally different. So, I put in a Google search....

Simply put: child sees shadows in her room

Well, let me tell you... there are thousands of hits and info on shadow people. Tons. And everything was detailed to almost exactly what my kid was saying. I know. WTF? Exactly. How would she be able to tell me these details? And have them match? Perfectly.

The scary stuff? "Shadow people" are usually not the nice sort of visitors. They are usually mean spirited. Pun intended. In fact while my daughter says it's a little boy, it could in fact be an "adult" tricking her because it is a nasty mean fucker. Or was. Or is. Or fuck. I don't know. Trying to gain her trust.

Don't look at me like that. I know. It's crazy. I am just telling you what I've read.

So....

I also started watching these shows. I am so into self torture. I am. I started watching Paranormal State. I kinda like the Ryan guy because his voice is sexy. I know. Shut up.

Anyhoo...

Then I moved onto Ghost Hunters and Scary Stuff

They have LOTS of crap to give you the creeps. And all the stuff they say comes right back around to what is happening (or not happening) here. Trust me, I have spent many a night awake. Looking and listening. Carefully. And so far? Nada. Thankfully.

I think I'd have a fucking heart attack if I saw or heard anything. Sometimes I do get a weird feeling but I work myself up to it. Plus I am reading the latest Stephen King novel Duma Key and for the first time (in several of his latest works) he is actually kind of scaring me. I always appreciate him. He is the man after all. The greatest. My husband bought me a signed portrait of him and I just about pee myself thinking that I actually own something (under glass, of course) that he TOUCHED! *squee* !!!

Anyway.... The last book he wrote that scared me was Salems lot. But this one is very creepy. I had to stop reading it last night. Another thing that always happens is that I am the last to fall asleep. Every night. That is, unless I drink a little vodka without the Red Bull. So I lay there. My mind racing.

Shit. Now where was I?

Those shows... On one episode of Ghost Hunters they had a "shadow haunting" in a child's room. Two sisters (just like here) where only one "saw" the shadows (just like here) and the other did not. When the child was asked about what the shadows did... she said they "played ring around the rosie."

OMG! I got the chills.

My daughter said she and the "boy shadow" play the exact same game. Yes. This is not a game her and her sister play. But she said she plays it with the shadow boy. Man. Weird. Of all the games in the world. THAT one. And the same one the other shadows play.

Sound crazy? Yes. Try having some of the conversations I've had then tell me how crazy you feel.

This "game" is weird. The words are weird. So I googled it. This is what I found:

Ring around the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down!

More about this song

Many music historians feel this song has its roots in the bubonic plague that swept through Europe. It was somewhat macabre, with references to a rosie ring (infection), posies (which supposedly warded off infection), and the cremation that was performed on those who died to prevent the spread of the disease. And you thought it was just a fun little rhyme!

And on that note, I am outta here.

Isn't it ironic?

2008-03-12T07:28:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I wish I had a crystal ball.

Just to see what the future holds.

But mostly I am careful what I wish for.

So neglected....

2008-03-01T07:45:00.000-08:00

This poor little blog here. I never grace it with my words much anymore.

No reason. I guess I am keeping busy in other ways. I've noticed so many others that started blogging at about the same time have stopped. Or slowed way down. I just don't have too much to say.

I remember being a teenager and keeping a Diary. Back then we scribbled in notebooks. Looking back I usually wrote when I was pissed off. In my teenage angst. Oh, the drama. Now nonexistent. Thank goodness.

I do keep Celebrity Rant going. In fact I've changed the format. Doing all current stuff. I actually enjoy doing it now. I was getting so bored with the old way. It was honestly the same old same old. The blog was not growing as it should. After 3 years? Should have more traffic. I mean, I did have quite a lot of readers but not many new ones. I started doing the current stuff and my traffic tripled already. In a month.

It got to be such a drudge going back over and doing the "answers" and the reveal pics. Just the same crap. I know a lot of people liked it. Wanted me to keep it like that. But frankly it was boring. To me and I am sure to others. Plus the same exact people would jump on it and answer all the trivia questions. I got tired of that. It was like a couple people would check it every second, as soon as I posted/published they'd have the answers up. Literally. I'd post then I'd have email. Instantly. No fun for anyone else.

So. Yeah.

Turtle Stones? Dammit. I don't know. I put some stuff on ebay. Those new wire wrapped stones. They are kinda cool. I really like them and they look different than anyone else's. Still. I only sold one. And for half the price it should have went for. I am at a loss of how to market it. I love making the jewelry and I don't want to stop ....but hello? It needs to sell. Even a little bit. I did have some success a while back. I traded jewelry with some popular blogs to place my ad... it worked for a while but they pulled my ad sooner than was agreed. What a rip. Oh well, bad Karma to them.

So, Yeah.

The kids are doing great. The 6 yr old is doing so well in school. So different than that Pre K crap. Remember all that trouble and bullshit? Gah.

My baby is about to be 4 years old!! On Monday. Man. I can't believe it. Already. She wants a "dancing" doll. Shit. I don't think I can find one. I looked for a ballerina doll etc. and came up empty handed. Anyone have any ideas? Anyone still reading? haha.

Work is good. No complaints. Hubby's business is growing and growing. Getting busier. Making a lot of cash. Which helps. 'Cause we got a lot of bills :)

Hubby's dad and wife came for a visit last weekend. From New York. I love them.... they are awesome. They want us to move up there. I would in a New York minute. Hubby, not so much. Oh well.

I might baby sit a baby on Thursday. Babies love me. It was fun to get my hands on a little one. MUAH! Although I miss those squishy little times, I am glad my kids can piss and shit all by themselves these days. It is like a dream come true.

And I am outta here. Just. Like. That.

Gimme Whore

2008-02-08T09:18:00.000-08:00

My daughters 4 (almost) and 6 years old are thoroughly disgusted by Britney's ass. Every time the news has a bit on Brit Brit they scream in disgust at that video clip the news always plays of Britney on the pole shaking her ass. They say "Momma! Ew! Lookit! Britney's butt is hanging out!" and next, "WHY??"

Well, kids. It's complicated. I explained that Britney does not make good choices. That she does not listen to her parents (wink wink) and that she does things like that because she needs attention and not the good type of attention. I also explained that she is in the hospital (not anymore) trying to get better.

I am glad that my kids are grossed out by Britney's ass. And that they know the difference.

Personally, I rather enjoy Britney's ass. God. I hope my kids take after their father.

Things that go bump....

2008-01-25T08:04:00.000-08:00

Things have calmed down a lot. We quit talking about the shadows. We stopped letting them watch anything remotely creepy. With the exception of an occasional Scooby Doo show. Which Mandy loves to watch. It's her favorite. We just don't let her watch it around bedtime.

So, I am still out on whether there is anything here or not. I tend to believe (want to believe) that there is not. Of course it is entirely possible that she has the ability to draw these thing to her. It certainly goes along with any of the stuff you read up on out there.

I have always had a rather active imagination. If I watch a scary movie (to this day) right before bed, it will creep me out and I won't want to get out of bed to pee at night. Or close the bathroom door or even open my eyes in a dark room. So, I dunno. I love to torture myself with this stuff. I watch all those paranormal shows especially that new one on A&E. Look for ghost stuff online, watch those videos and look at photos. No wonder we get all creeped out around here.

Everything is going along fine. Keeping busy with work. I stopped working on the weekends. It's nice. I like it. Just go in a few nights a week. Every once in a great while I'll get a customer that is irrational and insane and it will remind me why I stopped doing hair in the past. But I get by.

Making jewelry again. Thinking of naming the store a different name. Can't come up with anything any good though. It's hard.

The hamster died rather unexpectedly. I have no idea why. I mean she was a little old but she seemed fine. It looked like she just curled up to sleep. Forever. It sucked. The girls took it really hard. I said no more hamsters but they were so sad. And I am such a sucker (I'll get more into that later) I decided to get them mice. That way they could each have one you can keep 2 together in one cage. Except when we looked at the mice they were so small and jumpy. Like, right out of your hands. I switched gears and decided to get them gerbils. I knew nothing about gerbils except they can be kept 2 to a cage also. Anyway we brought them home and man, are they ever cute! The girls named them Hannah and Daphne. They are so friendly. Adorable. I like them.

The sucker thing? Oh yes. I brought home another dog. I know. I KNOW. It was right before Christmas. This client said she had a Chinese Crested that needed a home. We already have a Chinese Crested and we simply love him. The story was, this dog had been bred and used for litter after litter and then given to another home after a couple years she then landed at the pound. This client adopted the dog keeping in mind that she just wanted to rescue her from the pound and find her a "real" home. The dog had been at the pound for over 30 days. That's a long time.

So, I took her.

Um, well... that's about it.

The plot thickens....

2008-01-17T06:15:00.000-08:00

Wanna know what she said yesterday?

"The twin boys are here. They have on green scrubby shirts with pink spots. They are not healthy and they make me feel so cold. Can I have another blankie?"

Real or imagined?

One thing for sure I am over it.

The jury is out...

2008-01-14T14:57:00.000-08:00

I just don't know.

I moved everything around switched the toy bins.... I have all of their stuff in different bins. So, if they want to play Barbies/Bratz, pull out a bin. Polly Dolls? Bin... My Little Ponies? Bin... I used to lump it all together in toy boxes but they never put all of the pieces together.

I know. So anal.

So, I thought maybe shadows were coming from there. The stack of bins. She says they (shadows) are still there. When she does we come in and banish them. Ha.... attention getting. But we can't ignore it OR make a fuss.

So, I've been thinking. Although I do believe there could be something and God know I've heard enough stories I just don't think we have anything here. That hasn't stopped me from being completely creeped out. Thanks kid. Every time I open my eyes in bed at night I think I am going to see something. Not a cool feeling. Hopefully I'll get over it.

After a lot of thinking.... We are considering that TV is playing a role in this. Although she did mention shadows a long time ago... plus she was actually "afraid" of her new big girl bed last summer... we are thinking that maybe this could be Scooby Doo related. She is totally obsessed with Scooby Doo. If you watch now or remember back... they have a lot of haunted stuff, creeping around corners, HUGE SHADOWS, ghosts... get the picture?

Plus there is some weird cartoon on Cartoon Network they were watching with a pink dog. I sat down to cuddle with her and started watching the show. I NEVER watch kid's shows. However this one held my attention which is a Red Flag, too grown up content for a 4 yr old. Anyway it was a pink dog and this old man and woman. Next thing ya know she (the old woman) is upstairs in her bed turning green with her head spinning around like the Exorcist. Um, nope. THAT will not be on again.

Since then we've had a lot of "I'm scared of creepy stuff..." talk. Nope, no more of that.

Today she was saying the shadows were there. I came in and sat down... then I got up and walked over to where she says they are, you can actually see a faint shadow of your own so I am guessing, hoping, that she is seeing her own shadow. I told her that.

Not sure she's buying it.

I also told her if she never watches anymore creepy stuff on TV that eventually it will leave her mind and she'll not think about that stuff anymore.

I think she believed it.

I want to believe it.

And then some....

2008-01-07T06:45:00.000-08:00

I think we may have a problem. I am so confused. And clouded. And I feel, oh, so ridiculous.

Really.

The shadow saga continues...

The next day after I banished said "shadow" children from the room. All was well. Nap time the next day rolled around. Mandy was in there about a half hour and said the "boy shadow" was in her room. So, I sent her father in. He went through the whole "shadow boy you are not welcome here please go to God, leave..." etc. He turned around to leave and he said (this is from my no nonsense husband) that a chill went up his back that was nearly physical.

So, a few minutes later she said he was still there. We both went back in and hubby flipped on the light. When he did, the one bulb facing us hissed, fizzled, got really bright then popped. Just like in the movies.

No shit.

So, he did it again ....the whole "leave" speech. In a calm, normal manner as if it is the most natural thing to do.

So, all was well. Then later that night Amanda burst into tears, the boy shadow was back again. We went in and calmed the situation. I kissed Brooke Lynne and turned to hug and kiss Amanda and I felt a tug on my sleeve. I did! I turned back around and Brooke Lynne was under her covers. Weird. I asked her if she is seeing these shadows (I've asked her if before about them and she said no) This time she said... "once" the girl shadow "crawled across" her bed and "tickled" her... she said she just "rolled over" and closed her eyes. That bothered me. Imagination? Or?

Now this morning we had a big blow out over getting dressed. Amanda refused to go into her room to get her clothes on. After a big fight and me practically dressing her she told me (after we got back from taking Sissy to school) that she was afraid to go get dressed because the "shadow" was in there. Now that could be an excuse... Or?

We are actually not making a big deal out of this shadow stuff to the kids. When she says the shadow is around we go and tell it to leave and it seems to leave. That's it.

However, this is not even funny. I am at a loss here.

I always felt that our house was peaceful and settled. I've never had a weird feeling before and we have lived here 7 years! I've been up all hours of the night when the girls were babies feeding them etc. Never had a thing happen.

In fact, I have always noted how comfortable our house actually is. We were in the process of buying another house that fell through right before we bought this one. That house, although I really liked it, and it had a lot of cool unique things to it, had a creepy feel. I often wonder if we would have ever been comfortable there.

So, we have been happy here. Happy to have our babies here. Even though we wanted to sell and move this summer we have to wait... the market has crashed and we can't sell right now.

This whole "thing" is bugging the hell out of me. I just can't tell if Amanda is just going through a phase or if she is actually attracting something. Really, I don't put much stock in the paranormal. But if you talk to people you would not believe the amount of ones that will tell you a story or two and the Internet is full of accounts. A lot of them very similar almost exactly the same as what is (supposedly)happening here.

Yikes. This sucks. Any ideas?

Do you see what I see?

2008-01-04T06:43:00.000-08:00

This is weird, but I am compelled to write about it.

Our house is a calm, comfy, clean, uncluttered and happy place. It has a "good" vibe. Nothing creepy here. In fact I don't put much stock in "ghost" talk. I, for one have never felt, seen or witnessed anything out of the ordinary. Not specifically anyway.

That said... we have a lot of "orbs" in our photos. Now some people will say it's a speck of dust and other people say it's something else.

Also, I see dead people. Okay. I said that for dramatics. Actually I see "stuff" out of the corner of my eye. When I look, it's gone. I mentioned it to my husband and he said he sees it too but he thought it was his new glasses. I went online and read a few pages about this type of thing. Basically it said if you see something out of the corner of your eye, it's true. You ARE seeing something.

Whatever.

And if your kid says they see something. They are.

For the longest time my youngest daughter has been talking about the "shadows" in her room. Yesterday she didn't want to stay in her room for her "quiet time". I asked her why? She said because of the shadows. I asked her if the shadows "move". Not only do they move, they "mess up" her room and they play ring around the rosie.

I sat down on her bed and I asked her if they had names or if they "talked" she said no, but that one is a girl who is nice and one is a boy who is not nice.

I asked her if they were in the room now. She said the girl was there but they said "bye" to each other and she left. I asked her if she wanted me to make them leave her room and not come back. She said yes. Feeling a little silly I said, out loud, "Okay, if there are any shadows here in this room Amanda would like you to leave. Please go home and do not come back. You are not allowed to be here. Amanda would like her quiet time to herself and she does not want to share her room with you. Please go away and do not come back."

Yes. I said that.

So far, so good.

I'll keep ya posted.

Oh, and Happy New Year!

Happy Holidays!!!

2007-12-24T10:40:00.000-08:00

Much love to each and everyone!

Yea!

2007-12-20T07:21:00.000-08:00

My baby is 6 years old today. Wow.

Six.

She is beside herself with excitement.

I took her to school today armed with ice cream, cookies and friendship bracelets to give out.

My Little Pony and Spiderman napkins.

Later after school grandma will stop by.

Her dinner request? Cheesy Enchilada Hamburger Helper.

I know. Gah! She loves it.

After? Popcorn and The Wizard of Oz.

The girls have never watched it. Yet. I hope those flying fucking monkeys don't scare them.

Or me. It's been a while.

And now I am off for a huge bowl of Cookie Crisp.

It's later than you think....

2007-12-16T04:31:00.001-08:00

Jeesh.

Over 2 weeks since I've posted? This is getting entirely out of hand here. I used to post almost every day in the "old" blog. Those were the days. I'd actually have something remotely entertaining to say back then.

It's not that anything has really changed. I honestly have to blame that damn old job. It sucks a good 20 hours out of my life every week. But I have to admit that I feel ever so much better working outside the home. In addition to the 10,000 jobs I do around here.

So, I am most definitely NOT going to let this blog die a slow and painful death. I am keeping it and I will keep on posting. It just won't be often nor anything very entertaining

....unless you want to hear about my dog's dick.

Now that was interesting.

I am about to walk out the door to finally go Christmas shopping. Brand new credit card in my hand. Itching to be maxed (hell yes, I maxed it right the fuck out too) and my husband yells, "Okay which one of you bastards pissed on my FLOOR!"

Now, I know he is not talking to one of our darling little girls because they haven't peed on the floor in well, days.

I see him grab up Taco (the wussiest chihuahua in the universe) and he says ""Uh, OH! We have a problem" I took one look and said, "Um, nope, Taco has the problem."

Taco's wiener was swollen triple it's "normal" size. With a big red cherry on it. It was so swollen that his pee hole was pushed to the back!

I said...
"There is only one thing to do..."

So, I gathered up my tools. No I am not a veterinarian but I slept at a Holiday Inn once, back in the 80's. It was gross and I was scared I caught bedbugs. Ew. I didn't, but the fear is still fresh in my mind.

I digress...

Actually I worked at a vet as a tech for a few years and although I have never personally done anything like this, I have held and watched. As a tech your job is to hold that animal STILL and if the vet gets bit your ass is grass. YOU can get bit and scratched and clawed, but not the vet. They are superior beings.

Once again, I digress.

Maybe because what I am about to tell you is so totally disgusting it made me swoon. This, coming from a chick that once sutured up a drunk guys hand for fun. Well, I mean he needed the stitches... When you tip over in a lounge chair by the pool with a beer in your hand well, that's why they post those signs

"NO GLASS IN THE POOL AREA"

And the best part? He let me pull the sutures out 10 days later (after a few bong tokes).

Anyway.

My husband held Taco down on the makeshift operating table. Amidst all of my tools of torture. I pulled on my rubber gloves, sterilized everything and pushed a needle into that red lump.

Dark blood poured out, then bright red. I pushed more out by sliding my finger from the base of the infection to the opening I made... after a while the blood got thick. Next came the puss then the um, er... well, I will call it cheese. *retch* That was hard to get out and write down.

*gag*

I probed around inside the opening with a Q-tip and made sure I had everything out. Poured peroxide on it. Sprayed it with Bactine. Antiseptic plus it numbs it.

Through it all Taco laid there and did not say a word. Taco is the wussiest dog in the universe. Once a candy wrapper blew off the table and landed on his back. He screamed like a girl and ran. This ridiculous little dog laid there and let me do all of that to a part of his tiny little body that was probably in excruciating pain for a day or so. I guess it was a day or so...It's not like we go around checking the dogs private areas, ya know?

Poor thing. My guess is that something bit him. Coulda been anything really, because we live in tropical exotic fucking Florida. Where it is still over 80 degrees and balmy in December!

And my husband? Well, he kept his head turned. After all, I was mutilating a penis and you know how men are about those.

So, luckily I have a bottle of antibiotics to give poor Taco.

Saved us a lot of money. Because trust me if that hadn't gone well, that shiny new credit card would have been used in a whole different way. Luckily I learned a lot while I was at the vet. And as you know we have an assload of animals.

So, I went out and did the Christmas shopping. Got the girls everything they wanted plus a bunch of cool stuff that will keep them busy playing and out of our hair
...that is until we have to break up the fights.

Santa is bringing a Baby Alive to Big Sis. She wants her doll to poop. I find this funny because I bought her a peeing doll last summer. You feed it juice and it pees. After a couple days she asked me for some training pants for the doll. Seems she wanted the doll to be a "big girl" and not pee it's pants anymore. C'mon. We all know she was just over changing it's diaper. Me too. Damn. I changed diapers (2 kids in a row) for 5 1/2 years. I am so glad I am DONE with that. Done.

Baby Sis wants a "kitchen" ....you know, the stove, oven, sink, shelves thing? she has been carrying around a Target ad of a really nice one. It's blue (her favorite color) and wood. Nicely made. The box weighed a TON! Santa will have fun putting that together on Christmas Eve.

So, that's it for now. Even though I haven't been posting as often I still read everyone.

Annnnd...
I'm outta here!

Just rambling away here....

2007-12-01T15:48:00.000-08:00

I broke my oil warmer today. :( RIP
Man, I loved that thing.

I was just a Walmart too earlier today wish I woulda known that I was going to demolish the damn thing, only one hour after returning home. I dumped oil into it while it was hot and out of oil. Wanna know what happens then? It makes a scary sound, then it cracks... then the oil runs out of the bottom and douses the candle. And then you say bad words.

I bought makeup. And nail stuff. Have to have that junk, ya know?

I tried that perfect match makeup for base and powder. They have this card you pull down and put against your skin. It has rows of the tints and tones. Which ever one disappears (against your wrist)in the row is your perfect match. So, I do it and waa-laa! One of the colors matched... so I look it up and it is one that I never in a million years would have chose.

I was skeptical.

Bought it. Took it home. Put it on. And guess what? I looks fabulous. Now I am thinking that I have used the totally wrong shades for my whole entire life. And here I am practically middle aged. Gawd. Now I will finally have the perfect match, only it will seep into all of my nooks and crannies.

Have I posted since Thanksgiving? No? We went to my moms. It was nice, fine, okay. We are going to go back over for Christmas. Things are a little better. I just have to let it go. Lots of stuff. Either you cram it way down deep inside or....

You just, let. It. Go.

Work is good. I am enjoying it. I like it a lot more now that business has picked up the last week or so... Hopefully it will continue to build. By summer I should have my own clientele started so, I'll get by.

The girls are doing great. Brooke Lynne is still taking dance. She loves it. And she is so good at it. I love watching her. She really *gets* it. Effortlessly. Some kids are good and some just go through the motions. I think I'll put Amanda in a dance class next year.... She is going to be going to preschool. I will be so lost!!! Both kids in school? OMG!

We are finally getting the pool ready for winter. Even though it's still freaking hot here in Hell. No season change or anything. That is one thing I missed about the North and I still kinda do. The change of seasons... leaves changing color, snow, actually getting cold outside.

Nino is still the same. Sad...

Another sad thing... My ex's Mom died the day after Thanksgiving. My ex-nephew Jimmie called me about an hour after she passed. He and I have remained very close since I split from my ex. I was very much a part of that family. In fact I had big issues dealing with the loss of everyone when I left him. Realistically though, you have to move on.

You can't stay in a family that you have divorced.

Especially when your ex is a big fucking asshole. We had no kids together, so it was a clean break. My nephew and I were always very, very close. There was a time that he and I were practically inseparable.

After I moved out, my ex-husband called everyone in his family and begged them to never speak to me again... to stop having me cut their hair etc. Most everyone did and I understood that.

But Jimmie? Well he has always done whatever the hell he wants to do. So he and I have remained friends. He was really upset after Evie died... when he called (right after) he asked me to come to the funeral. I said I would, but I really didn't think it was my place... So, I sent flowers and when he called to say thanks, I mentioned that I was working on the planned day. Sunday. I was and did. I was able to bow out gracefully. I really feel sad though. His mom was a wonderful woman and I loved her very much.

Hey, want an animal update?

Let's see....

Our tortoise, Olivia is thriving outside in her luxury living arrangement. It is so nice out there. We even bought her a little heater for the chilly nights and when it gets really cold we bring her inside. She is totally in love with my husband and she's a shameless little hussy to him. This tortoise actually flirts with him and gives him all of this affection. It's cute to watch the two of them. It weird too because you'd think a tortoise wouldn't have much of a personality but not this one, she is so cool.

A few months back I took my mom to buy a canary. After listening to me brag about how excellent and cool Genary's singing was, she decided she wanted one too. It just so happened that this lady up the street stuck a sign in her yard saying "Canaries".

My Genary sings his little head off. He is like a champion singer. I think I mentioned him before.... he is all screwy looking. So genetically screwy that I call him Genary (generic-canary).

The other day he grew a toenail that looked like the fingernails on that guy in the Guinness Book of World Records. Ever see that dude? Anyway, Genary sprouted this freakishly long toenail... like overnight. It was funny.

Anyway, when I took my mom to buy her male canary the lady there told me that my male would sing even more if he had a female. So, you know me... I bought one. Put her in the cage with him and he hasn't sang a note since. Last weekend I took her out of his cage and he started singing again. Within minutes!

A couple days ago I sat her cage next to his and he stopped singing. With her just next to him! We figured that he actually didn't like the bitch. So, I gave her back to the neighborhood canary lady. Like I really need a whole other cage to clean.

Really that is about it.

And I am outta here. Just. Like. That.

Yowza

2007-11-22T06:18:00.000-08:00

Man. Another year gone by. They go sooo fast. These days anyway.

It has been a really rough year for us. And for a lot of people I've noticed. I, for one will be glad to ring in the new year. I usually don't mark life by January 1st. But I might this time. I am all about next year being better.

So, I made 2 batches of fudge. With and without nuts. And a blueberry cheesecake. Going over to Mom's house this Thanksgiving. Way different from last year. I think it's a good thing. Things are a lot better with all of that. You know. THAT.

Next up? Decorating for the holiday. Put up the tree... Strew some lights across the yard. Etc.

All is well in my world. And I hope the same holds true for all of you.

Peace!

I'm still here...

2007-11-08T06:14:00.000-08:00

At least I was the last time I checked.

Things have been busy. Good, but busy. I like to be busy. Don't like how fast time is travelling, though. Too fast.

Where to begin...

The good stuff?

Most everything is good, and I am lucky like that.

The kids are doing great. Brooke Lynne is doing excellent in school. She loves it. To think back to all of the problems and issues we had in that crummy preschool. I was freaking thinking of all the things ahead. Kindergarten is awesome. Her teacher is so wonderful. I love her. The school is good. Very good. I so appreciate it after what we experienced at the preschool.

Next year Amanda is going to preschool. I have no clue as to which one. I'll have to figure it out, but it most certainly will not be that other one. Shame too because it was so conveniently located. I am going to have my hands full getting two kids to two different schools every day. I don't know how people do it with more than 2 kids!

My job is going excellent. I really love being back to cutting hair. I want to be busier though. Much busier. I will have to work up a clientele. Not an easy thing to do but I do know how to do it... basically hand out your business cards to clients and tell them to ask for you. And they do. It really does work. I printed up some cards with the logo of the salon and put my name and schedule on them.

My jewelry making has stalled I just do not have time to drag the stuff out and make things right now. Sad. I miss it.... I bought all of those supplies too... Oh well, it all keeps. Sometime I will get back into it. The polymer clay too.

My website Celebrity Rant is picking up again. Doing better. I sold another ad space. Very good. One old ad didn't renew though... I emailed and my email was returned as undeliverable. Not going to track them down. Oh well....

The bad stuff?

Nino.

God.

It's bad.

She is still hanging in there. But she fucking hates things. Hates the way she is, where she is and the fact that she is still here and not in "Heaven" where she wants to be.

She is entirely consumed with Death. It is all she talks about. And she goes on and on in this strident, carrying tone of voice. Just non-stop. You can see the stress on the nurses faces when we come visit. The said she only slept an hour yesterday. So, I am assuming that she spent the other 23 hours cursing life, praying for death and killing off the living, in her mind anyway. She says everyone is dead.

And that is partly true.

She has outlived everyone in her life. Her husband, daughter, siblings... the only one left is her grandson(my hubby). They have always been close. He used to call her everyday. Every single day. Now he goes to visit her. Everyday. Nearly.

It is taking it's toll on him. Especially because she finds no comfort. None. And she seems not to know he is there. That we are there. So consumed she is in her own hell on earth. She is just gone. And it is heart breaking. Our girls are so sad. They want her to "feel better".

Yesterday (I think) is going to be their last visit with Nino. The last 2 or 3 times she was carrying on about death. We send the kids over to look at the fish tank in the lobby, but trust me they can hear her... they know. She was saying how everyone is dead, gone. Everyone... Even saying that my husband was dead now too. This is their daddy she is talking about. As the girls came up to hug her bye, she looked at them and said "Now you'll be dead too."

Um, nope. I understand that she is out of her mind. God I really do. But when she tells me that she loves me. I know that she knows. On some level she knows. She's still there. And no way am I exposing the kids to that kind of stuff. Just cannot do it. Done.

After we got home, Brooke Lynne was snuggled up with me on the love-seat and launched into some hard, tough questions about Nino. About dying. About Heaven... you think they are just gazing at the fish, but they know.

So, that sucks.

Another crappy thing, our old man Domino. Our pit bull that we rescued as a puppy? Well, over the last year we have noticed that he seems a little lame in his back end. Kinda weak and he didn't jump up from laying down like he used to. Now he struggles to get up. Limps and holds a leg up. He has lost muscle tone in his back end. Looks like hip dysplasia... or even arthritis. Last night he had cramps and it was so sad and upsetting.

I am going to start him on pain relief and some glucosaimine. I hope it helps. Really, it's just about making him comfortable until it gets so bad that his quality of life is compromised. The we'll just have to make that tough decision. One thing for sure, I love him. He has been with us for over 9 years, I will never feel the same without him. Never.

Poor Hubby. His grandma AND his dog. My God. What a bitch.

So, that's it for now. I will try to keep up a little better. In addition to everything that has been going on I also decided to paint every room in our house. Room by room... ceilings too! Whew. hard work, but damn, it is looking good around here.

And I am outta here. Just. Like. That.

That's Hot!

2007-10-20T04:56:00.000-07:00

Since going back to work I've made lots of new friends and I love that. It's funny because usually I only work with this one chick (my bestest friend, actually) but as soon as I came back to work, she fell and broke her collar bone.

So, I ended up working a bit here and there with everyone. It has been awesome to meet all the girls and hang out. When you work in a salon, and there are no clients at that moment everyone sits around and talks etc. We run out to the store, eat snacks, drink coffee, read magazines, do our own hair.

It is a blast being a hair stylist. I have always loved it and the freedom that goes with it. From doing whatever you want, talking about whatever you want... charging whatever you want. Yes, if I feel what you want is going to be a lot of work and product, I am going to charge you a reasonable amount. If I feel you are a little broke, I'll knock a few bucks off here and there.

It was really hard to work a "normal" job like I did when I worked for the veterinarian. It was weird, I mean, c'mon, they are paying you by the hour, they want you working every moment. As a stylist, if I don't have a client in my chair, I am not getting paid at that moment, I am not doing shit..lol.. I mean, I'll fold a few towels and make a pot of coffee but really, it is a self indulgent, princess existence. heh...

So, I met this cool chick (at work) who has a 9 year old. Actually it's her step-daughter but she refers to her as "her daughter" which I think is awesome... especially because the poor kid's mom is a mess. Oh, the stories you hear in the salon. It's just like Oprah, Maury and Jerry Springer rolled into one with an occasional episode of Cops and Cheaters on a Saturday. I shit you not.

ANYWAY, she has been going through all of their stuff because they are going to move.... and mentioned she is getting rid of all of her daughters Bratz stuff.

HOLD ON A MINUTE!

Did you say DOLLS? GIRLY TOYS? Um, hell yeah.

You know me.

I told her to pack it up, put a price on the load of stuff and I'd take it all. She did and I did.

I brought all of it home and set it up on the kitchen table. It is so cool. There is a house. With like, 3 doors. I don't know what it is about doors but Mandy loves houses with doors. There is also a salon. Of course. All this hairdo stuff and a stylist chair, a styling station and a shampoo/sink etc. Even hair extensions!

There is only one boy doll... So, I sat one of the really blond dolls in the styling chair and I had him stand next to her like he was doing her hair, I even put some in his hand. And I christened him "Jose" and he is the most fabulous hair guy in town.

Then I put the baby in the bathroom sink and sat the skinniest one on the toilet. I put the 2 ethnic ones at the dinner table for some exotic cuisine, I tucked the Baby Bratz doll into bed and set up the other blond to do the laundry...

...and um,

Oh wait. I know what you are thinking. I played with the fucking Bratz dolls? Right?

hrumph. As if.

I only set them up. In a pleasing manner.

And after the kids go to bed tonight I am going to shampoo and style them all. Each and every one. Only because they are a little messy.

That's all.

Anyway. They are adorable. Pretty little dolls. They have on a tad too much makeup for day wear, but hey... don't we all? I love their outfits. Man, they have tiny little clothes and their bodies are much smaller than Barbies, at least I think they are. I have a feeling I'll be ebay-ing an assload of Barbie stuff to get them more Bratz outfits. They actually ended up with 15 freaking Bratz dolls! They have a few outfits, but of course you know they need an entire wardrobe. It is now my mission to outfit them all in splendor.

Ha! They are a little sexy looking, though. A teeny bit hootchie momma. Oh well. Secretly, I think they look hot.

OMG! Did you know their fucking feet COME OFF? And that is how you switch their shoes. Okay, I had to admit it looked weird and kinda stumpy. And FUN, of course to pull a foot off. My kids acted like that was the most normal thing in the world to pluck off a foot and stick a new one on.

God. Kids these days.

Still...

Remember when we thought it was completely normal that our bionic woman doll had circuit breakers in her arm?

Jeesh.

Dream a little dream...

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Dreaming of a nuclear bomb, suggests feelings of helplessness, being threatened and loss of control. You may be experiencing great hostility and rage to the point of being destructive. Alternatively, you may be expressing a desire to wipe out some aspect of yourself. It may also be an indication that something crucial and precious to you has ended and important changes are about to occur.

Wow, just wow. How is THAT for accurate?