HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!!!!!

ARE YOU
FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is surly what God looks like, and if he does, you can damn well bet I'm going to heaven!

Why oh why can I not be that window?

*Weeping*

*Wailing*

*Wishing I were that bottle of water while weeping and wailing*

*Is Dead* Rest in Peace.

Wentworth Miller reading Nicbeast's Eulogy:

"She has ceased to be, bereft of life, she rests in peace, she has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed her last, and gone to meet the Great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky.

And I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a woman of such talent, of such capability for kindness, for such unusual intelligence, a woman who could overcome her alcoholism with such truly admirable single-mindedness, should now so suddenly be spirited away at the age of only , " turns to priest and whispers, "how old was she?" The Priest shrugs..." Anyway, at such a young age before she'd achieved many of the things in which she was capable, and before she'd had enough fun.

Well, I feel that I should say, 'Nonsense! Good riddance to her, the stalking bitch."

Nicbeast the ghost...


"Couldn't he have at least written his own rather than poaching it from John Cleese?
AND I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC!! Fucker! Good thing he's The Perfect One."


*Off to heaven I go, where God looks like The Pretty...suckers!!*

Visiting Oz and the Munchkins

SATURDAY

I am on the road! I decided to go visit my best friend and her family. (Read: Mom, Dad and 4 kids!)

I'd forgotten how funny kids are. I hadn't been here more than a few hours when #1 son, who we will call D, insulted the size of my head. As if that weren't bad enough, Best Fried, BF/Mom, told D that is was not nice to insult the size of someone's freakishly large head. Thanks. Appreciate it. ( I do not have a freakishly large head by the way...Big hair yes, head no.)

#2 son, W, is potty training. So he gets up from the table and announces he needs to go poo. Good for you W! He runs to the bathroom. Mom, #1 daughter, J, #1 son D, and I mostly ignore the goings on until he calls from the bathroom. Dad goes into the bathroom to help. We hear, "What? Wha-? What have you done? What have you done?!" We all look up at dad walking into the bathroom.

Mom calls, " Do you need help?"

Dad comes out of the bathroom with a gray, plastic toy part and holds it over the sink.

"What happened?" mom asks.

Exasperated, he holds up the toy, closes his eyes and says, "This has poop on it."

BHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!

All four of us at the table fell out laughing. We didn't even TRY to hide our amusement. Mom gets up and goes into the bathroom while dad cleans said toy. The kids and I go back to doing whatever it is we were doing when we hear W in the bathroom sing, "I go poop! I go poop! Yay! Yay! I go poop! I go poop! Yay! Yay!" Over and over...

I smile to myself because, well, it's funny. Until I hear...

"W stop dancing so I can wipe your butt! NO! STOP DANCING!!"

So then, it's not funny...IT'S FREAKING HILARIOUS!"

Later W, started calling me grandma. *sigh* I can't win for losing. There is no place like home...or your best friend's house.

On the brighter side, J made me 2 pot holders and a necklace. Which was too small to fit over my head, (which is what sparked the freakishly large head convo) so now I wear it as a bracelet.

SUNDAY

We went to the farmer's market and tooled around there. Very nice! Then we went to the park. Did I mention that J wore her pretty polka dot dress because she wanted to be "fancy." She is such a girly girl. D on the other hand wore his black cape. Yes, black cape. I took to calling him Darth.


Turns out I was wrong. His chosen career path is Super Hero, hence the cape......or he wants to be a Policeman.

J on the other hand would like to open a princess school.

Teach girls how to be princesses with princess manners and such. I laughed, too. For like a second until I thought...actually, that might be fun! So if she does open the school, I am ready to go. I think this little girl will be too.



After the park, we went to Johnny Rocket's for lunch, then looked around the mall. When it was time to go home, W had a melt down. "I don't wanna go home! No thank you! I don't wanna go home! No thank you!" No thank you? Who is this kid?

We get home put on a a movie and we all decide it's nap time...well except for D & J. I go in my room and lie down. D comes in and asks, "Would you like a foot rub?"
Um, well, YEAH!!!! DUH!!! He says, "Oh! I know what you will like!" Then runs off and comes back with a cool, wet, wash cloth and begins to wash my feet. Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Yes he does know what I like. I then make note to tell all men in my world they need to talk to D. He clearly knows what women want.

So, my nap went well. I got up we had Gouda, crackers, cantaloupe from the farmers market and Kalamata olives for dinner and that was pretty much my day.

Oh daughter #2 isn't mentioned much because she is 6 months old and well, pretty much just sits and laughs at me...I should probably be worried by this, but she is so damn cute, I don't care! I just want her to always laugh!

Hopefully this coming week will include, mani, pedi and waxing. Not a brazilian because I am only letting my regular waxing specialist do that...


Night!

Fuck you I won't do what they tell me!!

Now playing: Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name Of
via FoxyTunes

Harsh I know but it is my little tribute to Rage Against the Machine. More on that later.


First, let's speak of River of Death...

River of Death

So, about two weeks ago, I took the annual family camping trip up north, affectionately named River of Death. No it is not a scary river, it's just that the first couple of years, were...rough...

We have it down now! Right down to food and cold adult beverages. This year I didn't camp or go down the river...don't ask...I'm an indoor girl and that is all I have to say about that. I did miss going down the river. There was family out from back east and it was great to see them. I wish they lived here. So here are a couple of pictures from the trip.

Pictures of the River:

Looking up the river.

This is where we sat waiting for the group to come down the river.

Little C in the water. He was so cute!! I have very cute relatives...

My feet. Why?...have you not seen my blog...although, I don't know why the picture is sideways, it's not sideways on my computer...


Here they came...they were soooooooo tired...me and the cousins...not so much..heh.


Big J and Little C skipping rocks together. J is so good with C. Made my heart all warm and fuzzy. I have great relatives!


At the end of the day, we all go get ice cream. We were really late this time and the nice girls at the store stayed open for us! Yay them!!!

Oh yeah, and we found Big Foot. Large fucker aint he?

Then we went back to the campsite where we bbq'ed tri tip
...mmmmmmmm...tri tip....mmmmmmmmmmm

Ok...Next installment...

ROCK THE BELLS!!!

REPRESENT + RESPECT + RECOGNIZE

Saturday we went to an all day concert at Mc Covey Cove Parking Lot. First let me say, lousy place for a concert. Other than that, IT FUCKING ROCKED!!


We got there in time to see Mos Def, and stayed through Rage. The show was sold out! 40,000 people. Dude, that is A LOT of people...let me tell you! There was one point of the show when Rage came out, and the parking lot bounced in time to the music from all the people jumping. I swear to you, I thought the thing would collapse into the ocean. 40,000 people jumping in unison? Well 39,999, I wasn't jumping...I was looking for an exit, if this thing went south, I was GONE!

Here are some pics, as soon as the videos are uploaded I will post them too:

My view from the ground in between shows. At least I didn't take a picture of the guy peeing into his water bottle. Gross.

The throbbing, writhing crowd en mass.

Um...ya.

Stage shot.

He means you!

He's serious!

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, ladies and gentlemen.

Mac says what?!?!

I have had my Mac for what 6 months? Friday I realized it had a mic. Not only that you can talk to it and tell it to do stuff. Like what you ask? Like open programs. Close windows. Tell you a knock knock joke!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Leave it to fucking Apple to program your computer to tell you knock knock jokes! God I love my Mac!!

Last but not least...

My cat has taken to bringing us sticks again. On one hand, I am very glad she is a vegetarian and not bringing me dead rodents, on the other hand, how weird is that? In any case...thanks girlie!

And yes, she always looks that grumpy...even with out the bow...

Motel Camping

This weekend is the annual family camping trip. I will be staying at a low rate motel that has a number in it. It is a lot like camping, there is no room service... *shudder*

So the drive will take about 8 hours...yes I am bringing my laptop. Yes I am bringing movies.

Yes I am taking my iPod and cell phone.Yes I plan on taking some of my other hobbies with me. I am an indoor girl. You know this. I can not live with out my stuff. It will be bad enough there will probably be no internet... I may go into withdrawal. Also, I am not good in a car for long periods of time. 4 or 5 hours and then I get punchy and grumpy.

Anyway, there are extra family members coming out from back east and the south west. That is very cool! I like them...A LOT!

Nic-mother will be staying at my place and watching over the kitties and playing with our ginourmus HDTV (67"). She is in heaven right now!

Well, that's all I got. Have a good week!