Ok, so I missed a reader, wow, now I feel sort of famous. So this next blog will be dedicated to her. You to for the cost of only $19.99 can have a blog dedication and it will come with a free set of ginsu knives.....ok 9.99 plus tax...oh alright just comment and I will make a freggin dedication to you, unless you are a spammer, or are like a sick-o pervert, in which case I will give you a piece of my mind.
Here is todays dedication: http://thefoamingmoan.blogspot.com/ At first, I'm thinking my god what on earth is a foaming moan?? I am not sure, but I could really use the moan part of it sooner or later. I particulary like her blog because she is a teacher. One of her blogs that caught my eye is titled: "It's Just Too Fucking Early On a Friday Morning". Amen sister. Wow, I never heard a teacher talk like that and I think it's great. Could you imagine growing up going to school wit a teacher like that "Damn-it, I told you to shut up now sit your ass down" We would have fell over in shock. None of this I'm going to stick you in time out crap. Therefore she has made me a fan. Congrats Foaming Moan lady. You get my number one Woman vote.
Ok today we will write about men since that is my number one favorite subject, and it is to complement what the foaming moan had said in hers today.
I have a therory that all boys, will turn out in the end to be a useless man (my number one favorite blog) in one sort or another. They are genetically dispositioned to be this way. For instance...let's use the senses as an example.
Sight: As boys they will go for the fasteset toy car, the biggest piece of candy, and they don't understand what the big deal is if they can't remember the last month they brushed their teeth.
As Men: They will go for the fastest car, the biggest piece of candy...if you know what I'm sayin, and personal hygeine would not be an issue, but if they want "candy" they know they must take a shower sooner or later to get some.
Sound: As boys: Yes they did like the "Wheels on the bus go round and round" and they will repeat it over and over and over again, untill it is stuck in your head for all eternity.They will pretend to sing in their imaginary micropohne which is actually a slimy apple sauce covered spoon.
As Men: If they could make the "wheels on the bus" into a hard rock song they would. They must always have the music loud, and play on their imaginary guitar, keyboard, or pretend hand held microphone which still could have slimy applesauce running down it.
Touch: As boys: Ladies we all know our sons are mama's boys. There is a bond between a mother and son that is unbreakable. When they are little they want to hold your hand always, snuggle,and always want to be in your lap and have the most attetion.
As Men: They forget how to hold hands, or to snuggle. But they always want you to be on their lap, and have the most attention. (Made myself laugh on that one.)
Taste: As boys: They will eat anything and are considered human garbage disposals. If they don't like a particular thing they spit it out and give the most sour face you have ever seen in you life. If you make them eat it, they have a temper tantrum.If they like it they grunt happily wanting more, and eat more untill the little bellys are about to burst.
As men: They will eat anything and are considered human garbage disposals. If you mention to them that they are having something other than meat and potatoes, they are havin curried chicken with a vegtable rice pilaf, and a healthy whear bread and salad....they give you the most sour face you have ever seen and have a temper tantrum. If they like the meal they will grunt happily wanting more, only to land on the couch, with one hand in the pants laying on the couch with an over extended belly.
Smell:As boys: They sincerly dont know why they can't wear something out of the laundry bin that has been there 8 days underneath wet towels. Their feet will ever constantly stink and thi oder might float out of thier room into the hallway untill you say "My god what is that smell" it really smells like something died. That however does not come from just shoes alone mind you. The other son, and eldest male of the household decided to have a burping and farting contest while playing x box. These are the times that try womens souls, and you have to decide if you are going to grab the car keys and drive to Montanta never coming home again. When you get the french vanilla room spray out, the man species turns their noses up, wondering what that smell is in disgust.
As Men: They complain they have no clean clothes, but what they have not figured out yet is that you are on strike. They grab what ever shirt they can find it, sniff it and put it on. Then you find him with the children trying to burp the alphabet, and any bodily noise the louder it is, the more proud they are.
Gotta run..
Heidi
10/31/2005
10/30/2005
Ahhh Sunday Mornings.
This post is in honor of my only other reader that I am aware of in the blogging world. I find it my duty to honor a married man that cooks, so if he is married and not gay...a straight man that cooks... He should get like a medal from the president or something for that. In the world of women he is our hero. Although the last blog he talks about cooking oysters and seafood makes me want to hurl. But hey, thats not his fault that the world likes these ugly shells filled with snot:)
http://noonessfool.blogspot.com/
Every Sunday I do my own cooking for the family. It is to overcome my giuilt for not cooking alot of big meals during the week, and tossing them a pop tart on the way out the door. This Sunday it was what my kids call "bubble eggs" which are eggs over easy, which I think are gross with the yellow stuff (another snot factor) oozing out the middles, but the kids love em. Then I diced some potatoes with onions, and fried them up nice and crisp. The finally was these sausages I got at the store yesterday. This is great tactics on the manufacturers part. There are old people all over the store handing out samples. They give you these big puppy dog eyes, like this is their job, and if they don't give me the sample, they will lose their job, and the supplement they get to the little tiny social security check, thus they will not have enough to eat, or pay for thier way over expensive (that pisses me off, perscription companies are going to hell) medicines and they will die if they can't give me the sample. Works every time. I eat the sausage sample, and BAM there it is. She tells me they are only 3.99 and here is a coupon for the checkout. So now I have sausages. They had artichoke and garlic, or sundried tomato, apple and cinnomin sausages, kinda whacky but actually quite good. I got the sundried tomato hoping my son wouldn't question why the sausges have weird stuff in them. Then of course I had to make a sausage gravy to make it the ultimate heart attack special, along with the super premiuimm, jump start your heart coffee, if you do have a heart attack.
Tommorrow is halloween and we will have 42 pounds of candy brought home by the kids. Nathan is this cool phantom with eyes glowing out underneath a black hood and body, Michael has a black smock as well but with a skeleton face with blood streaming down it, really gross but "awesome". He has a pump that he carries and every time he squeezes it it looks like blood is going over the face. Kayla could is a goth prom queen. We have different colors to streak her hair, which she thinks is the coolest thing. I sure do miss those days.
My boys had a sparring contest of wits today. "Your retarded" Mike says, Nate replies "your retarder" Mike comes back with your retardest" Nathan ends it "Your retarded to infinity" Well that cleared up alot of things for me, I know for sure that they are both retarded.
Heidi
http://noonessfool.blogspot.com/
Every Sunday I do my own cooking for the family. It is to overcome my giuilt for not cooking alot of big meals during the week, and tossing them a pop tart on the way out the door. This Sunday it was what my kids call "bubble eggs" which are eggs over easy, which I think are gross with the yellow stuff (another snot factor) oozing out the middles, but the kids love em. Then I diced some potatoes with onions, and fried them up nice and crisp. The finally was these sausages I got at the store yesterday. This is great tactics on the manufacturers part. There are old people all over the store handing out samples. They give you these big puppy dog eyes, like this is their job, and if they don't give me the sample, they will lose their job, and the supplement they get to the little tiny social security check, thus they will not have enough to eat, or pay for thier way over expensive (that pisses me off, perscription companies are going to hell) medicines and they will die if they can't give me the sample. Works every time. I eat the sausage sample, and BAM there it is. She tells me they are only 3.99 and here is a coupon for the checkout. So now I have sausages. They had artichoke and garlic, or sundried tomato, apple and cinnomin sausages, kinda whacky but actually quite good. I got the sundried tomato hoping my son wouldn't question why the sausges have weird stuff in them. Then of course I had to make a sausage gravy to make it the ultimate heart attack special, along with the super premiuimm, jump start your heart coffee, if you do have a heart attack.
Tommorrow is halloween and we will have 42 pounds of candy brought home by the kids. Nathan is this cool phantom with eyes glowing out underneath a black hood and body, Michael has a black smock as well but with a skeleton face with blood streaming down it, really gross but "awesome". He has a pump that he carries and every time he squeezes it it looks like blood is going over the face. Kayla could is a goth prom queen. We have different colors to streak her hair, which she thinks is the coolest thing. I sure do miss those days.
My boys had a sparring contest of wits today. "Your retarded" Mike says, Nate replies "your retarder" Mike comes back with your retardest" Nathan ends it "Your retarded to infinity" Well that cleared up alot of things for me, I know for sure that they are both retarded.
Heidi
10/28/2005
Whats Wrong With This Alien World????
Things I have noticed that are just wrong:
Nose rings
Nipple rings
Any ring hanginig off the body other than the earlobes
I have one foot bigger than the other. One is 8 1/2 one is 9
Oh quick story because this is just wrong: My son who is 10, has told me that he is in pain, it feels like "jackhammers" are attacking his "balls" I take him to the Dr, where they do a urinalysis, which I foulnd out today was ok, and for them that was the end of that. how would they like to feel like he does. He is having trouble peeing there is something wrong. My mom (who has been my saviour) takes him to the Dr. for the second time this week for me. After Michaels appointment he calls me on the cell and says "Mom there gonna take it off an put on a 'baginer" so I can pee better." He's kidding of course, but just because he thinks that way...is just wrong.
Cancelling an appointment , omnly for them to call me today to confirm on a message machine that I am still on the schedule.
Stupid people.
At the end of the month and not being able to pay the bills.
Credit card fees
Mosquitoes
Having to buy a winter coat in Florida
Email Viruses
Demon possesed x husbands...seriously one is really scary.
People shopping at Wal-mart
Broken dishwashers.
Getting my brakes fixed three times, only to never have them fixed right so my car sounds like it is farting evrytime I go to stop.
Men that are gay, and cute, that should be on the market for the rest of woman kind.
Nosehair clippers
Nosehairs
Any smell coming from any part of the body
War
Kids math homework...that I don't know how to do, and god knows this, and he is up there laughing watching me try and figure it out : There is a jet plane with red wings traveling north at 500 miles per hour, and a train is going in the opposite direction at 235 miles per hour, and a car, a jaguar, traveling west at 57 and 1/2 mph. The train smashes into the car, the car smashes into a brown dog, the plane runs out of gas, and drops out of the sky. What is the dogs name and how fast was he running.
Today life sucks, but it must go on because I still have one.
Heidi
Nose rings
Nipple rings
Any ring hanginig off the body other than the earlobes
I have one foot bigger than the other. One is 8 1/2 one is 9
Oh quick story because this is just wrong: My son who is 10, has told me that he is in pain, it feels like "jackhammers" are attacking his "balls" I take him to the Dr, where they do a urinalysis, which I foulnd out today was ok, and for them that was the end of that. how would they like to feel like he does. He is having trouble peeing there is something wrong. My mom (who has been my saviour) takes him to the Dr. for the second time this week for me. After Michaels appointment he calls me on the cell and says "Mom there gonna take it off an put on a 'baginer" so I can pee better." He's kidding of course, but just because he thinks that way...is just wrong.
Cancelling an appointment , omnly for them to call me today to confirm on a message machine that I am still on the schedule.
Stupid people.
At the end of the month and not being able to pay the bills.
Credit card fees
Mosquitoes
Having to buy a winter coat in Florida
Email Viruses
Demon possesed x husbands...seriously one is really scary.
People shopping at Wal-mart
Broken dishwashers.
Getting my brakes fixed three times, only to never have them fixed right so my car sounds like it is farting evrytime I go to stop.
Men that are gay, and cute, that should be on the market for the rest of woman kind.
Nosehair clippers
Nosehairs
Any smell coming from any part of the body
War
Kids math homework...that I don't know how to do, and god knows this, and he is up there laughing watching me try and figure it out : There is a jet plane with red wings traveling north at 500 miles per hour, and a train is going in the opposite direction at 235 miles per hour, and a car, a jaguar, traveling west at 57 and 1/2 mph. The train smashes into the car, the car smashes into a brown dog, the plane runs out of gas, and drops out of the sky. What is the dogs name and how fast was he running.
Today life sucks, but it must go on because I still have one.
Heidi
10/26/2005
What the Aliens Implanted In My Brain
Today I figure we will have a get to know the Almighty Heidi. This was all brought upon by my favorite blogger http://happyandblue2.blogspot.com/
He asked what are you famous for. Imagine my suprise....as if he did not know that I am Captain Markle's (by big brother Mark) side kick...in 1979 we were know as the biggest crimefigters around at 6 and 7 years old. In our pajamas, slippers and capes made from bedsheets we could fight evil doers, with a glance making them form into a statue of ice, and throw grown men to the ground using just one hand. We were famous, ok only to us and the neighbors dog (also named Heidi, and yes when they called her name for food I would instinctivly answer)
Oh the good times....ahhhh.
So all about the famous Almighty Heidi:
1. I was born in Hawaii. My father was in the military, and he was stationed there. When People asked me where I was born, they would say are you Hawaiian? I would lie and say yes when I was little because somehow that gave me the "cool" factor. Speaking of cool: I think being born in a warm climate was an omen. When I lived in Colorodo, it was just too damn cold. It is 47 degrees out in the mornings and evenings here in FLORIDA, and I am frozen. It is pathetic, I know. No mercy from you northerners, I'm sure.
2. I went to 12 diffrent schools growing up. I figure I never really knew how to bond into relationships because I was to shy and afraid everytime we moved, thus this transferred over into my adult life, and I am able to then blame all my disfunctional relationships onto my parents:)
3. I think I have the most amazing singing voice, but only in the shower, otherwise...it's just wrong.
4. I go and get my hair cut anytime I am going through emotional distress, and if I am just pissed I will go and color it. So far I have cut my hair to the shortest it has ever been, and have colored my hair 4 times in the last two months. This however was due to a haircoloring mistake that made strands of my hair...pink. My hair is very dark brown almost black...I am still trying to figure out how dark auburn can become pink. For all then men bloggers here is my psychological evaluation on women and hair....if you watch women closely, you will see I am right.
a. Women who go blonde are wanting male attention, we know all males love blondes. If you are married she is simply screaming for attention. If she is not married..there may be a "ho" factor in there somewhere.
b. any woman who streaks her hair is not nessasarily a ho. Blonde streaks are again for attention, red are for the sultry side of her, however it can also mean.."step away."
c. Hair cut short is a sign of them being pissed off and becoming more independant. We know you like long hair, and when we decide we don't need you anymore...whack there it goes. Mine is short, but I must say....damn I look good.
d. Any haircolor that goes with the natural tones means they are well balanced, happy, and independant.
e. Blue hair is just wrong.
5. I still want to go trick-or treating, I like getting presents on my birthday, and for it to be all about me:) I am selfish that way even though no one would know. But secretly inside I hope I get somethiing really neat-o for my birthday or what ever holiday, and get silently depressed if I don't get anything.
6. I once had a crush on Kevin in the sixth grade, he was hot. Then I saw him a few years later, after I switched schools again, and he was dog ugly. He recognized me, and I pretended like I did not know him, and my name was Jennifer. Yes women learn at an early age to be cruel I suppose.
7. I hate math. I really really hate math. God knows I hate math and he pputs me in a job where I m doing the billing in our department. I don't know what I did to piss him off so bad:)
8. I have an Associates in Science that I do not use, and am still paying on my student loan.
9. I forgot to pay the water bill, then I was baffled why I got a shut off notice.
10. I love my kids even though I think I may have dropped them all on their heads at one time or another.
11. I walk into walls, signs, doors and most non moving objects at least once a week. My parents realized that early on and gave me the nickname of "Grace" I am proud to say that I have passed this gene onto my blonde daughter, thus knowing I have the right child from the hospital. I could ever figure out how I have two blonde children, when their dad and myself, have dark brown hair. Noooo I am not a cheater. Never have been.
12. I have been divorced twice, and am only 32. The first we were married waaayyyy to early 17 &19 and he drank a whole lot and still does, and just decided why have one women, when there are many. The other I met in church thinking wow this is a nice wholesome guy. He went on to college to get a degree for drug and alcohol abuse counseling from a seminary,while relapsing into drugs and alcohol himself after being clean for 10 years. Then he became the spawn of satan and was mean, hateful and all of that.
13. I smoke. Only 3 a day but it is still icky.
14. I Love science. Ask me anything about any smptoms you are having, and I will know what it is.I was meant to be a doctor. I was a nurse for ahile, and...I was just meant to do more, but there was that whole get married when your 17 thing that screwed me up.
15. I was going to write a book about all the strange things in my life that I knew were going to happen before they happened. A strange Psycic ability in a way. Wish I knew the lotto numbers.
16. I hate sticky things.
17. I have a headache behind my left eyeball.
18. I like the smell of Gain and Bounce in my laundry.
19. I may send my middle son to military school for a big swigft kick in the...
20. You ever have that nagging feeling that you were just meant to do more, but dont know what that more is or how to accomplish so you are always seeking for the anwser that you cant seem to find? I know it sounds like 14. It is one in the same but diffrent.
21. I want to be kissed on new years eve.
22. I am the biggest romantic.
23. I think my brother is the smartest person in the universe. He is still my hero.
24. I love my mom and dad. I really dont blame them for #2. My mothere is the eccentric artis who is so entirely overly talented, but the biggest pack rat. My father is quiet, and wise beyond his years.
25. I don't like my job, butthey are flexable with my kid schedule so it is not that bad.
That's it for now.
Heidi
Almighty Heidi
He asked what are you famous for. Imagine my suprise....as if he did not know that I am Captain Markle's (by big brother Mark) side kick...in 1979 we were know as the biggest crimefigters around at 6 and 7 years old. In our pajamas, slippers and capes made from bedsheets we could fight evil doers, with a glance making them form into a statue of ice, and throw grown men to the ground using just one hand. We were famous, ok only to us and the neighbors dog (also named Heidi, and yes when they called her name for food I would instinctivly answer)
Oh the good times....ahhhh.
So all about the famous Almighty Heidi:
1. I was born in Hawaii. My father was in the military, and he was stationed there. When People asked me where I was born, they would say are you Hawaiian? I would lie and say yes when I was little because somehow that gave me the "cool" factor. Speaking of cool: I think being born in a warm climate was an omen. When I lived in Colorodo, it was just too damn cold. It is 47 degrees out in the mornings and evenings here in FLORIDA, and I am frozen. It is pathetic, I know. No mercy from you northerners, I'm sure.
2. I went to 12 diffrent schools growing up. I figure I never really knew how to bond into relationships because I was to shy and afraid everytime we moved, thus this transferred over into my adult life, and I am able to then blame all my disfunctional relationships onto my parents:)
3. I think I have the most amazing singing voice, but only in the shower, otherwise...it's just wrong.
4. I go and get my hair cut anytime I am going through emotional distress, and if I am just pissed I will go and color it. So far I have cut my hair to the shortest it has ever been, and have colored my hair 4 times in the last two months. This however was due to a haircoloring mistake that made strands of my hair...pink. My hair is very dark brown almost black...I am still trying to figure out how dark auburn can become pink. For all then men bloggers here is my psychological evaluation on women and hair....if you watch women closely, you will see I am right.
a. Women who go blonde are wanting male attention, we know all males love blondes. If you are married she is simply screaming for attention. If she is not married..there may be a "ho" factor in there somewhere.
b. any woman who streaks her hair is not nessasarily a ho. Blonde streaks are again for attention, red are for the sultry side of her, however it can also mean.."step away."
c. Hair cut short is a sign of them being pissed off and becoming more independant. We know you like long hair, and when we decide we don't need you anymore...whack there it goes. Mine is short, but I must say....damn I look good.
d. Any haircolor that goes with the natural tones means they are well balanced, happy, and independant.
e. Blue hair is just wrong.
5. I still want to go trick-or treating, I like getting presents on my birthday, and for it to be all about me:) I am selfish that way even though no one would know. But secretly inside I hope I get somethiing really neat-o for my birthday or what ever holiday, and get silently depressed if I don't get anything.
6. I once had a crush on Kevin in the sixth grade, he was hot. Then I saw him a few years later, after I switched schools again, and he was dog ugly. He recognized me, and I pretended like I did not know him, and my name was Jennifer. Yes women learn at an early age to be cruel I suppose.
7. I hate math. I really really hate math. God knows I hate math and he pputs me in a job where I m doing the billing in our department. I don't know what I did to piss him off so bad:)
8. I have an Associates in Science that I do not use, and am still paying on my student loan.
9. I forgot to pay the water bill, then I was baffled why I got a shut off notice.
10. I love my kids even though I think I may have dropped them all on their heads at one time or another.
11. I walk into walls, signs, doors and most non moving objects at least once a week. My parents realized that early on and gave me the nickname of "Grace" I am proud to say that I have passed this gene onto my blonde daughter, thus knowing I have the right child from the hospital. I could ever figure out how I have two blonde children, when their dad and myself, have dark brown hair. Noooo I am not a cheater. Never have been.
12. I have been divorced twice, and am only 32. The first we were married waaayyyy to early 17 &19 and he drank a whole lot and still does, and just decided why have one women, when there are many. The other I met in church thinking wow this is a nice wholesome guy. He went on to college to get a degree for drug and alcohol abuse counseling from a seminary,while relapsing into drugs and alcohol himself after being clean for 10 years. Then he became the spawn of satan and was mean, hateful and all of that.
13. I smoke. Only 3 a day but it is still icky.
14. I Love science. Ask me anything about any smptoms you are having, and I will know what it is.I was meant to be a doctor. I was a nurse for ahile, and...I was just meant to do more, but there was that whole get married when your 17 thing that screwed me up.
15. I was going to write a book about all the strange things in my life that I knew were going to happen before they happened. A strange Psycic ability in a way. Wish I knew the lotto numbers.
16. I hate sticky things.
17. I have a headache behind my left eyeball.
18. I like the smell of Gain and Bounce in my laundry.
19. I may send my middle son to military school for a big swigft kick in the...
20. You ever have that nagging feeling that you were just meant to do more, but dont know what that more is or how to accomplish so you are always seeking for the anwser that you cant seem to find? I know it sounds like 14. It is one in the same but diffrent.
21. I want to be kissed on new years eve.
22. I am the biggest romantic.
23. I think my brother is the smartest person in the universe. He is still my hero.
24. I love my mom and dad. I really dont blame them for #2. My mothere is the eccentric artis who is so entirely overly talented, but the biggest pack rat. My father is quiet, and wise beyond his years.
25. I don't like my job, butthey are flexable with my kid schedule so it is not that bad.
That's it for now.
Heidi
Almighty Heidi
10/24/2005
Hurricaines in the Alien Land
HURRRIICAAAINNEE!!!!!!!!!!
Actually it went quite well, we were not in the direct path, the electric never went out, and we watched movies all day. It went from 87 hot and humid to the low 70's and it will be 49 in the morning. To us floridians, that is just freezing. I know it's pathetic, but were spoiled.
Kayla (My daughter) has crowned herself princess all weekend, and has been wearing a crown, spongebob slippers and a robe. She is 14. It is the funiest site you could see. I had to remember that the queen (Me) can tell a princess to do her chores much like her predecessor Cinderella.
The boys decided that after the majority of the wind, would take there rights as Princes and take off across the golf course gathering stray golf balls for play later on, scarring the wits out of the queen, because we did not know yet if there were any powerlines down, or any dangers lurking from the outside kingdom after the hurricane. The princes were then punished, and put in the rooms, and may be turned into frogs if they ever think about that again.
The King B decided he had enough of the storm and went to play pool all day, while the queen did laundry and was royally pissed. The queen then decided, screw the royal laundry, and drew herself a royal bubble bath and her and the princess then went on to to paint thier royal toes, and eat royal fudge icecream.
There are no real happy endings to such "fairytales", but at leat I enjoyed a blessed day off of work, royalty should not have to work anyways, but then I wake up.
So with too much time off I contemplate the whole meaning of life thing, god, and the whole schheeebang. For a looonnnggg time I belonged to an Assembly of God that I truly loved. Now, I realize that we all go through our own "stuff", but I just felt like it was just too much, and when there was too much, then more came. About 3 years ago I go up to the alter and prayed, laid down my position I had in church and said...enough. I love you god, but I give up. How much can one human be squeezed.
The sad thing was being involved in ministy in a big church, after I left and no-one asked why, or came over to comfort, but one of the pastors was fired after my departure, because of me.
I look back at alot of things and wonder where was the god in that picture, or a million other questions. I've come to despise organized religion, but am saddened because will I ever have answers, or something to fill that part of my heart that is empty?
See what happends when I think to much *sheesh*!!
Ok, will probably delete later.
Heidi
Actually it went quite well, we were not in the direct path, the electric never went out, and we watched movies all day. It went from 87 hot and humid to the low 70's and it will be 49 in the morning. To us floridians, that is just freezing. I know it's pathetic, but were spoiled.
Kayla (My daughter) has crowned herself princess all weekend, and has been wearing a crown, spongebob slippers and a robe. She is 14. It is the funiest site you could see. I had to remember that the queen (Me) can tell a princess to do her chores much like her predecessor Cinderella.
The boys decided that after the majority of the wind, would take there rights as Princes and take off across the golf course gathering stray golf balls for play later on, scarring the wits out of the queen, because we did not know yet if there were any powerlines down, or any dangers lurking from the outside kingdom after the hurricane. The princes were then punished, and put in the rooms, and may be turned into frogs if they ever think about that again.
The King B decided he had enough of the storm and went to play pool all day, while the queen did laundry and was royally pissed. The queen then decided, screw the royal laundry, and drew herself a royal bubble bath and her and the princess then went on to to paint thier royal toes, and eat royal fudge icecream.
There are no real happy endings to such "fairytales", but at leat I enjoyed a blessed day off of work, royalty should not have to work anyways, but then I wake up.
So with too much time off I contemplate the whole meaning of life thing, god, and the whole schheeebang. For a looonnnggg time I belonged to an Assembly of God that I truly loved. Now, I realize that we all go through our own "stuff", but I just felt like it was just too much, and when there was too much, then more came. About 3 years ago I go up to the alter and prayed, laid down my position I had in church and said...enough. I love you god, but I give up. How much can one human be squeezed.
The sad thing was being involved in ministy in a big church, after I left and no-one asked why, or came over to comfort, but one of the pastors was fired after my departure, because of me.
I look back at alot of things and wonder where was the god in that picture, or a million other questions. I've come to despise organized religion, but am saddened because will I ever have answers, or something to fill that part of my heart that is empty?
See what happends when I think to much *sheesh*!!
Ok, will probably delete later.
Heidi
10/23/2005
Do aliens do the dishes?
Every Sunday it has become a tradition for me to cook my kids a biggg sunday morning brunch. the deal is, if they let Mom sleep in, they will sooner or later they will be served upon. This morning was fresh, fluffy, buttery biscuts, scrambled eggs perfectly done, crisp bacon, grits swimming in butter, and the best orange juice made here in town that I am addicted to. Yesterday at the stoe I also bought myself some hardcore coffee tha I love that may have the side effects of growing chest hair, I figure I may be leading my children on to early stages of heart disease!
For 3 weeks I was on strike, no more breakfast for anyone, upset of the lack of care for me as I was in pain, however, after the death of my two friends, I figured that this is one thing I love doing, and they will remember for the rest of their lives, and I can't hold a grudge because my children are acting...well...as children.
My dishwasher and garbage disposal have both decided to no longer cooperate. This was challanging in the beggining as I wouod forget that the garbage disposal was not working and would scrape all the dinner into the sink, only having to dig it out with my hands later. Ick.
This is the one strange thing I cannot figure out, and must take it to therapy. At first, I was pissed that it's bad enough my day isn't long enough and piled with too many things to do, now I have to take am extra 15 minutes to wash and dry the dishes. This morning, washing the dishes and drying them brought about a strange sense of accomplishment.
About 10 years ago, I was able to hang the clothes out on a line in the back yard. Since then, this is a socially unacceptable thing to do, and there are no longer laundry lines made for the back yard. But hanging them and taking them down, and the smell of them so clean...was...good.
Maybe I was born in the wrong era. As a woman I do love having the ability to hold a job, and voice my opinion, however, honestly, if I had a choice in it all...I would rather be a stay at home mom, having time to iron, and keep my house clean the way I want it, being able to go to the kid field trips, and involved in the school. This brings me the truest sense of accomplishment, which I battle in my soul everymorning when I get up for work, and there just isn't enough time t be mom in between, or exaustion takes over.
In todays society if you are married and you don't want your spouse to work, this is now a sacrifice, and not realy an option as the cost of living is increadable. If you are single, well you are just screwed, you have one income and are constatntly thinking, how can I make more money?
Then there are the other moms who I call the "super moms" that I think must be taking some sort of "speed." They are the ones who get up at 5 am and jog for an hour, come home jump in the shower make the kids breakfast, pack the lunches and drop them at school, and don't forget to bring the homemade cupcakes from the night before made for the school party. Then she walks into work smiling does her job for 8 hours, goes home, starts the laundry , helps with the kids homework, starts dinner, does the dishes, helps with little Johnnys science project, while sewing a button back on her sons shirt.
I on the other hand wake up push the coffe button on, curse the morning, tell the kids to make theri own breakfast or they'll be hungry later, drive the kids to school realizing Mchael probably hasn't brushed his teeth in a week, and Oh my god there is a party today, run to the grocery store getting store made cupcakes,walk into work grumbling, and sorry I'm late...again, looking down seeing the big coffee splotch on my white no so ironed shirt, go home and do the rest but tell Nathan, he better do his project on his own if he wants clean clothes and dinner, start the dishes, putting all the food in the disposal that does not work for the 100th time, and then curse the non working dishwasher and kick it, with the kids saying "Ummmm mommy said a curse word" and sewing?? Whats that?
The not so Almighty
Heidi :)
For 3 weeks I was on strike, no more breakfast for anyone, upset of the lack of care for me as I was in pain, however, after the death of my two friends, I figured that this is one thing I love doing, and they will remember for the rest of their lives, and I can't hold a grudge because my children are acting...well...as children.
My dishwasher and garbage disposal have both decided to no longer cooperate. This was challanging in the beggining as I wouod forget that the garbage disposal was not working and would scrape all the dinner into the sink, only having to dig it out with my hands later. Ick.
This is the one strange thing I cannot figure out, and must take it to therapy. At first, I was pissed that it's bad enough my day isn't long enough and piled with too many things to do, now I have to take am extra 15 minutes to wash and dry the dishes. This morning, washing the dishes and drying them brought about a strange sense of accomplishment.
About 10 years ago, I was able to hang the clothes out on a line in the back yard. Since then, this is a socially unacceptable thing to do, and there are no longer laundry lines made for the back yard. But hanging them and taking them down, and the smell of them so clean...was...good.
Maybe I was born in the wrong era. As a woman I do love having the ability to hold a job, and voice my opinion, however, honestly, if I had a choice in it all...I would rather be a stay at home mom, having time to iron, and keep my house clean the way I want it, being able to go to the kid field trips, and involved in the school. This brings me the truest sense of accomplishment, which I battle in my soul everymorning when I get up for work, and there just isn't enough time t be mom in between, or exaustion takes over.
In todays society if you are married and you don't want your spouse to work, this is now a sacrifice, and not realy an option as the cost of living is increadable. If you are single, well you are just screwed, you have one income and are constatntly thinking, how can I make more money?
Then there are the other moms who I call the "super moms" that I think must be taking some sort of "speed." They are the ones who get up at 5 am and jog for an hour, come home jump in the shower make the kids breakfast, pack the lunches and drop them at school, and don't forget to bring the homemade cupcakes from the night before made for the school party. Then she walks into work smiling does her job for 8 hours, goes home, starts the laundry , helps with the kids homework, starts dinner, does the dishes, helps with little Johnnys science project, while sewing a button back on her sons shirt.
I on the other hand wake up push the coffe button on, curse the morning, tell the kids to make theri own breakfast or they'll be hungry later, drive the kids to school realizing Mchael probably hasn't brushed his teeth in a week, and Oh my god there is a party today, run to the grocery store getting store made cupcakes,walk into work grumbling, and sorry I'm late...again, looking down seeing the big coffee splotch on my white no so ironed shirt, go home and do the rest but tell Nathan, he better do his project on his own if he wants clean clothes and dinner, start the dishes, putting all the food in the disposal that does not work for the 100th time, and then curse the non working dishwasher and kick it, with the kids saying "Ummmm mommy said a curse word" and sewing?? Whats that?
The not so Almighty
Heidi :)
10/21/2005
Deleted!!!!!!!
I went to some of my number one favorite sites today....and posted a few witty humerous remaks...so I thought...and my comments were...deleted, NOT ONE ONE SITE BUT TWO.
How does one take this. Should I consider myself banned from the world of fellow bloggers? Should I no longer use humor to comment to the blogging world. I could but the: Your blog is super, or swell blog, or I could become a spammer, but I don't know how to spam, but I know it tates real bad.
I think after getting three teacher phone calls about my son not doing his homework makeing me feel worthless as a mother because I did not know, having an icky headache behind my left eyeball, threatened by a hurricaine, having two friends die in a wreck, and finally to top it all off by being deleted well......maybe I should just call it a week, and go visit the captain...Captain Morgan that is.
Deleted!!
Heidi
How does one take this. Should I consider myself banned from the world of fellow bloggers? Should I no longer use humor to comment to the blogging world. I could but the: Your blog is super, or swell blog, or I could become a spammer, but I don't know how to spam, but I know it tates real bad.
I think after getting three teacher phone calls about my son not doing his homework makeing me feel worthless as a mother because I did not know, having an icky headache behind my left eyeball, threatened by a hurricaine, having two friends die in a wreck, and finally to top it all off by being deleted well......maybe I should just call it a week, and go visit the captain...Captain Morgan that is.
Deleted!!
Heidi
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