awww, he missed me

apparently, Riley missed me as much as the hubs, I think he crawled up there to commiserate with him.

I'm not that kind of Girl

Here's Re-Pete and Pete from the trip to the beach. Pete was very busy playing with the boys, when I mentioned that she said she liked boys better than girls. Her girlfriends just want to put on makeup and she is quote "not that kind of girl"
it was gorgeous!

oh bother

time to come home. too many little annoying children here, including my own. help. i'm hungry and my friend "popped out" to the store and was supposed to be back already. Last night we ate dinner at 8 pm. i'm soooo ready to come home. help me please, I need a stiff drink.

just checking in....

I'm at the beach! I'm at the beach! Mostly pal-ling around with my crazy friend and 4 of her 6 children, along with my 2. Re-Pete has had a bit of a shock- the people here don't jump up to do what she wants. Pete is having a blast! 4 boys to run around with, if one gets boring, she has 3 others to choose from- she's been reading Harry Potter, playing foos-ball, hide and seek, watched 2 0r 3 movies, played video games, painted, had her picture made several times, played about 15 board games. She told me today her head hurt. Can you blame the poor girl?
I took them to the ocean at dusk today, I got several Most Beautiful Photographs of my girls with their hair full of breeze and the horizon and their backdrop. Can't get them to you right now, but soon, my pretties, soon.
It's always very nice to see my friend, although I wish there was more I could do for her. Her bastard of a husband walked out/ got kicked out a year ago. The best thing he could do is die so the kids could get the life insurance. He's not even worth the powder to blow him to Hell.
It's her birthday tomorrow, I got her a cool power tool, as you do for your friends that rock!

3 blind ....

not mice, although they do look a rodent-ish. But pretty kitties any way- a calico, a black one and a grey. Haven't looked yet, but at least one is a girl. Do you know which one it is? Ah, genetics, you rock. She also delivered a fluid filled amniotic sac, with no baby, she just left it there, can't tell if it had a placenta though, I was there when she delivered that one. It was strange, you wouldn't think the sac would develop without a fetus inside. Is there a vet in the audience that can explain that one?

Riley Boy is a bit freaked. He woke me up last night whining at the bathroom room trying to see what the hell was making all that noise. KC is very happy to be scritched by me when I go see her and will let me pick up the babies.

Pete keeps telling me she's a grandma and that I'm a great grandma. She's very happy to see the babies, she actually got to see one being born.

The big day is almost here, can't wait until it's over. I know, bah humbug.

My basement

I have this recurring dream. I'm living in a house that I love, but I don't like the basement. There's usually a similar theme in all of them- I'm looking for something down there. Sometimes my basement is white and airy and feels really clean and peaceful. Sometimes it's mysterious, even holy, but not particularly scary. Last night I crossed the threshold into scary. As soon as I descended the steps I see a decapitated cat being munched on by another feral cat living there. Spook city! The basement is hu-uge! 10, 000 square feet, easy. The outside walls are usually cement, but the inner walls were simply studded partitions, there were pipes as if some plumbers were working, but no electrical wires that I could see. There must have been 20 doors- roll up doors, wide swinging doors big enough to put a semi through, smallish doors to crawl through, wooden brown doors. And boxes, wooden crates, chiffarobes, you name it, even bags (baggage?) I was searching for something, didn't really know what, but thought I might recognize it when I see it.

I have had this dream at least 5 times in the last year or so. Last night was the first night it was scary. Wish I'd hurry up and find my lost whateveritis.

Hmmm, now where is that book on dream interpretations?

What to eat, what to eat?

Here's dinner

*Turkey
*homemade stuffing with a french bread roll torn up by 2 eager girls, seasoned with the holy trinity, lotsa garlic, sage, whatever else strikes the old fancy
*homemade sweet potatoes with maple syrup and pecans
*green beans, cooked el Dante
*stewed tomatoes ( gravy for the beans)
*mashed potatoes and fresh giblet gravy
*yeast rolls with garlic butter
*cheese & ale soup (made by Michelle, my Belle, Friend Extraordinaire
*Banana pudding, made by my number one man
*Yellow Tail Chardonnay- does that go with turkey?
*corn

What have I forgotten?

Once I recover, I'll try to post a few pictures for you guys to drool over.

cleaning

One of the perks of my job is that I get three weeks off in December. Sometimes I plan projects for that time. This year I decided to pull the carpet up in the play room since I just can't get the spell of pee pee out of there. I've tried industrial de-smellerizer, vinegar, and store bought stuff. It. Won't. Go. Away. I'm pulliing up the carpets and painting it with some woodey colored paint. Then I'm going to Dremmel lines into the floor to make it look like hard wood floors, a couple of coats of sealer and Bam! New Floors. But first I have to remove about 2,000 books that haven't been touched since we moved in about 6 years ago (read lots of dust) 2 beds, toys, entertainment center and A Lot of Other Shit.
9 milk crates later and I have emptied two small shelves of paper backs and half of a tall shelf of D&D books. The hubs really loves that stuff, even designed his own campaigns and such. I remember spending entire days playing D&D...
I found:
A Narcotics Anonymous book
1964 high school literature book, complete with notes from kids, maybe the hubs parents'
2 dictionaries
a geologic dictionary
a lot of Phillip Jose Farmer (I couln't find him when I looked last time)
a 1970 edition of the Narnia Books
A lot of Private Eye books- A Corpse Came Calling... etc
Origin of Species ( I must reread that)
Homer's Odyssey (I might have to read that)
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (maybe)
The Monster Compendium (think big)
2 pounds of dust up my nose...(not white or angelic though)


I'm off to shop (I hate shopping!) for dinner tomorrow, what with the big man coming and all,

I've been rather naughty this year, so I'm not holding out too much hope, but maybe I can still get one present.

North Korea

So we're at a "hexagonal table" with different parties to try and convince North Korea to keep its part of the bargain to move away from nuclear business. They want us to drop financial sanctions that were imposed in October. Why did we impose them?

"Washington imposed its financial curbs more than a year ago after determining that Pyongyang was engaged in money-laundering and counterfeiting American currency. The U.N. leveled sanctions in October after condemning the North's nuclear test." said the guys at CNN. com


But does anyone else remember when that nut, Kim Jong-il, said he wouldn't negotiate unless the U.S. agreed to st down one on one and talk? Wasn't our response a great big No, we won't? Isn't that like negotiating with terrorists? Isn't that a big no-no? WTF?

Checkit

A South Korean official said the U.S. and North Korean envoys were likely to have two-way discussions later on Monday. A separate U.S. Treasury Department delegation is expected to meet the North Koreans to discuss the financial standoff.
But U.S. envoy Hill has urged North Korea to focus


Bush is such a wuss. He needs to ask himself- WWRD? What would Reagan Do?

maybe one thing..

There might be one thing I'd like from The Man

This would be okay

anything from here

or this

or a black one of these

Evidence in a nutshell.

Did you know that if you sampled the DNA of EVERY LIVING THING ON THIS PLANET you would see several similarites:

1. They contain the same basic materials- a ribose sugar (deoxy or not), a phospate to stick the sugars together, and 4 different nitrogen bases: adenine, guanine, cytosine, and guanine.
2. They are helical (to the best of my knowledge)
3. It is the order of the bases that determines which proteins are made.
4. It is these proteins that ultimately control your traits.
5. There are two ways they can be packaged- as chromosomes or plasmids.

Every bacteria, protist, fungi, plant, and animal (from sponges on up to us) have this. We all share common DNA. We share something like 30% our DNA code with plants! Which means that 30% of our DNA sequence is also found in a tree, shrub, or grass. Man, that is astonishing! Depending on who you ask, we share 46 to 98 % of our DNA with chimps.

Now, you have to decide which conclusion you want to draw, creationism or evolution.

...But I gotta make this point: If you don't believe in evolution than you should only use penicillin for every infection you or yours ever gets, since bacteria couldn't possible evolve and become resistant to the earliest antibiotics....

I think if we tried to really understand this info we 1st need to teach ourselves some genetics. For instance, it's rather elementary to say that we share 98% of the DNA of chimps so we must be so very similar! THat we have exactly the same DNA except for 2% of it. We also share a lot of homologous (similar) structures with horses, rabbits, and rats,which means the DNA sequences must also be similar, but we don't hear too many people comparing us to them,saying man came from horses and such. Homology does not always point to phylogeny.

In order for evidence to have meaning, for you to be able to interpret it, you have to know what hell it means. And sometimes that takes time. Time for you to search, learn, ponder, and conclude.

We are bombarded with 30 second news bites, 30 minute tv shows, 2 hour movies. we are told that since children have such short attention spans eveything must be completed in 20 minutes. In this instant gratification world, we don't want to take the time to learn for ourselves, we want to be presented with the pertinent details that give us a broad overview.

Here's the problem- in order for me to teach you the overview of something I have to lie and omit cerain pieces of the problem to keep it simple enough for you to understand.

Maybe that's why there are so many prevalant, well believed scientific lies out there right now- green house effect/global warming (We're All Gonna Die!), water impurities and shortages(There's Not Enough!), OJ getting away with murder (If the glove ... never mind), man came from apes (Have you even read Origin of Species?), and so on.

Anything that we try to put in a nutshell will be seriously lacking in fullness of truth, in Big Picture. It's up to you to learn the whole story.

a pet guppy

I dated a lot in high school. Well, not exactly in high school. I thought the guys in school were punks and immature. In the immortal words of Anthony Keidis, I took a short cut to being fully grown. Then there was that whole quitting at 14 thing.
I said then that I would never date a Fred, the name belonging more to someone's pet guppy than a guy. That was my rule, my standard. I dated a Frank, a Robin, a Buddy, several others who names escape me.
Fred had a sweet ride, a Chevelle, kelly green and jacked up in the back. That sucker growled at you. Such a great car, thought I. I'll break my own rule. He was a good friend's boyfriends friend and we wanted to double date. Got drunk on Boone's Farm Tickle Pink for the first time. His brother was in prison for something, he had dropped out, working construction, decent money. But he was a bastard. Not very nice to me. Had the personality of a bag of beans.

I should have bought a guppy.

I'm trying, I really am...

but I really wish Christmas would go away. Happy people, families doing shit together, shopping for cryin' out loud!, family to visit, presents to buy, being nice, 3 weeks in the house with my kids (I hope we have enough beer and wine). I used to love Christmas, then Daddy died, and I found that I could only muster some cheer for the kids. Then Mom died and so did my Christmas spirit. Too fucking depressing now.

I'm trying to share my happy thoughts on this site, so posts may be sparse for a while....

They grow 'em big over there..

The boy went to a wrestling match today, and I got to tag along. Those were some big boys, but damn they looked dumb. I don't want to call them redneck, because there is a certain quality to a redneck- they have always got your back, say ma'am and thank you, and they know to take their hat off when they go inside. These boys, they were hick hop. They were trying to be so cool with their baseball caps tilted way back on their heads and to the sides, the brims all curved and raggedy. Pants all scuffed up and holey, and baggy! And vacant stares and dumb grins. Like HeeHaw and and some wanna be rapper got into a jello wrestling match. Those boys handed us our hats most matches, but it's like I told my son, in 5 years when his salary doubles any of theirs, we'll see whose laughing.

Say Hi!

Hey ya'll, go over and say hi to JoJo, who's new to the realm...

Say your sorry...

After being a PITA for several hours, wanting candy, candy now, candy now and being told that candy could be had after lunch, Re-Pete finally reached the end of my patience. I gave her a swat on the butt and told her to quit asking. Now, Re-Pete has probably had two swats in her life, both of which were mere taps to get her attention. She bawled like a..., well, like a spoiled 4 year old. Hmm, wonder where that came from?

She said, with great indignity I might add, "You hit me! You have to say you're sorry!"

Bad Teacher!

Remember being told that air was blue because of as light passed through it all the colors except blue was scattered? How about that blood is blue? How about toilets flush clockwise in the southern hemisphere and counter clockwise in the northern hemisphere because of the Coriolis Effect? Rampant carbon dioxide is causing global warming? Bullshit, all bullshit.

Air is blue, because when you get enough of our atmosphere together it's blue, just like a handful of river water is clear, but the whole river is brown.

Blood is not blue. As light passes into your arm, through the blood and back out it appears that burgundy/purple color.

Carbon dioxide makes up less than a half of a percent of our atmosphere. Yes, it stops heat from escaping. But water vapor is much more effective at trapping heat. If the atmosphere didn't trap heat, the planet would be a big ball of ice.

And last but not least, toilets flush cw or ccw because of the shape of the bowl, the pour of the water, and the shape of the drain. Contrary to what this guy says.

Ack!

Someone got to my site by googling "masturbating in front of teacher"

Ack! Ack! Ack!

Birthday Boy

I look at him, and I see this guy with curly hair, and the Cutest Ass in America
and I think, "Man, I've got to talk to him", I hear him say my name, and I'm a puddle. That's it, I'm his. I think of everything thing we've been through,
3 kids,
surgeries,
Kids sick,
and Very Sick,
dead parents,
living in the present,
doing what needs done,
warm snuggles,
outright laughs,
gross body functions that make me laugh,
the way I ask him to come back to bed in the wee hours of the morning-
but don't remember it,
the way he smiles at something funny I said,
remembering how it felt to sit on that black couch
and reads a book,
feet entwined...
can it be that time has passed?
Where did it go?
Seems like we just moved out of that little apartment with Lewis and Eddie,
Chris is just a baby,
Anna comes home and sleeps in a drawer her first night,
Ruth surprises us all...
Living with you in All Of This

Happy Birthday, My Love. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, but I'm one lucky woman.

Ya'll take time and wish a lucky man a Happy 40th Birthday now, ya hear?
My links aren't working right now, but it's shadowscope.com for those not in the know!

Argghhh! pirates!

If this works, I'm a geniusm if not, it's my son's fault!

candy

Bright and early this morning Re-Pete decides she wants candy for breakfast. She knows better, I am not raising gluttons. About ten, she repeats her request, still not getting any. I look at her a few minutes later and she is sitting on the couch, very quiet, under her blanket. My mother didn't raise any dummies (maybe one) so I picked up the blanket for a peek, and Lo and Behold! she's sneaking candy. I make her spit it out, tell her no one likes a sneak, no candy till afternoon. She crying, I'm sorry, you made me sad, you made me cry, I really want candy, mommy. She gets over the hysterics and then says, "I'm sorry Mommy, but I really wanted candy." She may very well be my smartest.