Hey look, I’m off again, after having worked one day this week. The bright side is...I’m not at work. The dreary, dismal, yucky side is that since I blew off all responsibilities the last time I was off, I had about 11 loads of laundry to wash, and 2 dogs whose baths could no longer be put off, cause they are stinky boys.
Also, those stinky boys sleep with me.
Yep, baths most definitely couldn’t be put off any longer.
And I had to vacuum.
All that housework bothers me.
I mean, I’m not 100% anti-housework. I do like to live in a certain level of clean and all. What I don’t like is having to devote at least one of my days off a week to nothing but cleaning house. I’d much rather spend the entirety of both of my days off with my ass planted firmly in front of my computer, only moving to refill my coffee cup and/or take a piss.
Mainly that’s cause deep down inside I’m a lazy bitch. Or so I’ve been told.
Oh well. I’m smart enough to realize that not everyone gets what they want, and in being smart enough to realize that I also realize that sometimes you have to do what you don’t want.
Because if you don’t, then you end up sleeping with stinky dogs.
Meet Godzilla. I should be standing beside and, and you’d know why I call it Godzilla. Its almost as tall as me and takes up most of the wall its on. A 47 inch widescreen television. My hubby’s baby. Not that I don’t enjoy it. It does kick ass to watch a DVD on a tv almost as big as some of the smaller screens in our theaters.
Speaking of theaters, we went to see Underworld: Evolution today. Counting Robert and myself, I think there might have been half a dozen people there. With this only being the second weekend its out, I don’t think that bodes well for the film.
Neither does it bode well that the film wasn’t that great.
It didn’t suck. But it wasn’t great. It left me feeling....eh.
I should have gone to see Brokeback Mountain. Then at least I could have ogled Jake Gyllenhaal. Underworld was seriously lacking in eye-candy.
Kick ass! I got 2 smacks from The British Bitch, Ms. Chatty likes my blog and Bitter Bitch likes my header.
All in all I had a good take. I had fully expected to be torn a new one and given some anti-smacks.
When I got home and actually saw “YummY! Down on This” on the most recent reviews I was so excited I almost pissed myself.
Well, that’s not exactly true. I almost pissed myself because I had to pee really bad, but I got on the internet before I went to the potty. I never claimed to be good at organizing my priorities.
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Friday, January 27, 2006
Man Sized Penises
Today was a good day in the way that mostly dull days are good days.
I lay on the sofa and watched a lot of Blue Gender today. As much as I complained about the tv being broken and costing an asswad to fix, I’m glad to have it back. Its cozy curled up on my sofa watching Godzilla (No, I was watching Blue Gender, the tv’s name is Godzilla.)
Anyway, I hardly ever have a day of doing NOTHING. My days off are full of dog washing, cage cleaning and dirty laundry.
Well, today the cages were clean already, the dogs needed washing but I said to hell with that, and we’re out of washing powder until we go to the grocery store tomorrow, so no laundry either.
It was great. Really.
Tomorrow is Saturday, and I’m off again. A coveted two days off in a row. How kickass is that?
We’re going grocery shopping tomorrow.
We’re also going to see Underworld: Evolution. It was either that or Brokeback Mountain.
Which, I really want to see Brokeback Mountain and have been begging Robert to go see it forever, but he had no real interest in seeing the gay cowboy movie, so he didn’t even MENTION going to see a movie until after Underworld came out.
He KNEW that if I had to choose between Underworld and Brokeback Mountain, that Underworld would win.
I did inform him, however, that he must buy Brokeback Mountain for me the SECOND it comes out on DVD.
Speaking of things with penises (yep, I was hurtin’ for a transisition there) I had the most fucked up dream last night. I dreamed about a man with a penis as long as his upper body.
EDIT: Last night I asked for ONE OF THESE and this morning I had one waiting for me. That was kind of neat!
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Thursday, January 26, 2006
The things I might have said....
I had things to talk about today.
I was going to talk about work, and how there was no point in me being there. I was going to tell you about 15 bean soup and how everyone was eating it. I was going to tell you about my boss making me make lists of things missing from shelves, then to go up and get the things on the lists, only to find nothing ON the lis up there. I was going to tell you about how the scanner gun computer going down made my list making very hard.
I was going to talk about sitting with the florist, and putting frogs and hummingbirds in her arrangements. I was going to tell you about her little dog, and how it will only eat scrambled eggs. I was going to tell you that she has a bug man, but doesn’t have bugs.
I was going to tell you about the lady who first said her child was kidnapped, then admitted to killing the child.
I was going to tell you how the day was very long and I was very glad for it to be over.
I was going to tell you all of that, until, on the ride home, after she had bought me Arbys, my Mother-In-Law gave me some very bad news.
While I was at work today, living all the things I was going to tell you about, my sweet, horrible, Haurko went to sleep...and didn’t wake up again.
She is the first of my girls not to pass on in the night. I gave her her meds this morning, got me some rattie lovins, told her I’d make her come corn for supper (yes, I talk to my pets). Now she’s gone, curled up in her pet carrier which is marked “Live Animal Inside, Please Handle with Tender Loving Care” and even I can see the humor in that, but it still hurts.
I guess I’ll be getting up in the morning and having a small rattie funeral.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Miscellaneous dead animal parts make for good eatin'
Tonight I came home tired from work with urges and cravings. I had an urge to listen to techno music, so I got my computer started playing the 4 techo songs I have on there.
I had an urge to take a long hot bath, so I filled my tub with hot water, took a book in there, and a cup of coffee.
But then I had a craving for miscellaneous dead animal parts boiled in oil, so I fried some spam and ate a spam sandwich before climbing into the tub.
By that point I’d run out of techno music, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that.
Today, I had lunch with the 2 openly gay men at the store. One of them is my buddy, I love him to itty bitty bits and pieces. The other one is a funny guy, but nobody I’m friends with.
They were discussing celebrities that they found attractive. Cary Grant and Patrick Stewart were mentioned. I had to agree with him on the Patrick Stewart bit. That is a yummy old man.
Then they started talking about dreams. One of them dreamed about the boss suddenly sucking his fingers. The other one dreamed about a co-worker sucking something that was NOT his fingers.
Then I had to tell them I dreamed that the Styrofoam balls developed brains and started chasing us around the store. Not as risque as the others, but everyone got a laugh out of it.
Now, you may or may not be wondering why I’m having nightmares about Styrofoam balls. Its becasue its “class project” time at the schools around here, and between all the solar systems and molecules being made I get asked about a million times a day if we have Styrofoam balls.
Yes, yes we do.
Tomorrow I’m tempted to take my camera to work and take pictures of random shit, like styrofoam balls. But tomorrow I work a day shift, and the boss will be there, and bosses tend to frown up on working fucking off with digital cameras on company time.
But it would kick SO much ass if I could get paid for taking crappy pictures!
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Sweet Mother of Mercy!
Today sucked ass! I mean, REALLY sucked ass.
This morning was okay. The man came with a part for our "OHMYGODITDONTWORK" broken television, and it actually FIXED it so it only costed us a little over $300 all told to get it fixed as opposed to the over $700 that was threatened.
It's my wedding annivesary and I didn't get a damn thing, which shouldn't bother me because I KNEW I wasn't going to get a damn thing, but I didn't even get Robert telling me "Happy Annivesary." He was all up the television repair guy's ass.
We got a shipment in at work this morning, so there was PLENTY to do. I was dissapointed to have my boss tell me to "Get with Tiffany" as opposed to giving me my OWN work to do. I wanted to ask him if I'd done something to make him loose confidence in me as a worker, but I dont want to come over all needy on the boss.
So, for the first 3 hours of the day I was working with the useless new girl. I'm always working with her anymore, and I'm always having to finish or fix the work she does wrong.
After she left, I spent about an hour putting up the overstock she'd left sitting in random places around the store, and then I finished what we had been working on.
I didn't get nearly as much work done today as I would have liked to have. I felt like a failure at the end of the day.
And I hurt myself....twice.
I was climing the ladder to put up overstock and I felt my right foot pop in a way that meant my cracked bone had just shifted a bit. My foot is STILL throbbing from that. And later I ran over the heel of my OTHER foot.
Sometime around 7pm I began to feel tired. Real tired. VERY tired. I just wanted to sit down and....well, just sit.
I pushed on through to 9, left right AT 9 (I usually abide by store policy and leave at the same time the manager does, but tonight I just had to go home and....sit.)
I got home to find that the mirror part of my mirrored headboard had....fallen down to the floor. Now I dont have a mirrored headboard. I have a cardboard headboard.
And of course the bitch cracked when it hit the floor, so its not like I can put it back up.
It was shitty furniture anyway. Cheap. Now broken. And probably not going to be replaced anytime soon.
(I'm pretty sure it fell out becasue Robert has been watching TV back there and LEANING AGAINST IT, so he had to have pushed it out of place. Its for looks after all, not support.)
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Monday, January 23, 2006
Next time maybe I should say "I Don't"
My 4 year wedding annivesary is today. Yep, 4 years.
Somehow it doesn't feel like it has been that long, and somehow it feels like its been longer.
How are we celebrating? We're going to work.
Oh, and he bought me a book. Stephen King's newest one. One which I had chrismtas money saved aside to buy. He told me he joined a book club and bought it for 17cents.
I don't want it for 17 cents. I want it TODAY when it comes out. Not whenever the book club decides to send it to me. IF it decides to sent it to me.
See, the thing about joinging this "clubs" is that they so very rarely send you the books you ask for, and very often send you books you dont want.
-sigh-
Anyway,
Recently I've had a couple of posts here bitching about my husband. Today, in honor of our annivesary, I have put together two lists for you. Reasons I want to leave my husband, and reasons I stay with him.
REASONS I SHOULD LEAVE
1. Money. Mainy in that he wont let me have any. I might could forgive that if he worked and I didn't, but I have a job too. But, in his mind, he makes more than me, so he gets to spend all his EXTRA money. I don't get to spend any of mine. Or hardly any of it.
2. He has a nasty temper. Now he has NEVER hit me. He does yell alot. Usually not directly at me (unless I ask him to stop yelling, then he yells AT me) but I'm the one having to listen to it, not whoever he is yelling at (television comercials, people in other cars on the road, the VCR, the dog, the remote control, the pot of potatoes he's cooking, etc) After 5 years (I lived with him a year before we were actualy married) I'm just simply sick of hearing about it.
3. Housework. He does none of it. Unless he gets on a rampage where he wants to move everything in the house to clean the carpet or dust every inch of the building including the insides of the closets. And when he does that I usually end up being told to do most of it on my days off of work. (Remember, I have a job just like he does. I'm NOT a housewife.) Once upon a time he used to vacuum. Now he doesn't. Once upon a time he used to at least put the dishes away once they've dried. Now he doesn't. Oh, and he wont let me use the dishwasher. He says it doesn't get the dishes clean. BUT, whenever I have A SHITLOAD to wash, and I'm tired from WORKING all day and I have enough time to run it before he gets home I run the dishwasher, then take them out and put them in the dish drain, then put them away when he gets home. If he doesn't know I run the dishwasher he doesn't say the dishes "feel dirty." But if he does know I run it he will say they "feel dirty."
REASONS I STAY
1. I don't have to cook for him. Except for occasionally to roast a chicken or something. Robert doesn't like anyone's cooking except for his own, and a couple of things that his mother cooks. Its not even that he doesn't think that nobody can cook as good as his mom. In fact, he hates about 97% of her cooking too.
2. The man doesn't complain about my weight. I never have to listen to him bitch about me gaining weight. He never mentiones it unless I do, and he's constantly telling me I have a great ass.
3. Sex. Not just sex with him, but sex in general. From him, I get it. When you get over 200 pounds, most ment stop looking at you as sexual beings and start looking at you as if you might eat them.
I could probably add more to both lists, but I'll stop there.
Oh, and The SHITTY BLOGS CLUB has moved becasue blogcafe sucks yellow monkey ass...or something. Click the link for the new addy.
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Photo is of my husband worshiping his God, the television. This is him at the smaller alter in the bedroom, not with is OHMYGODITDONTWORK broken godzilla monolithic diety in the living room.
Yes, weed garden. A garden in which nothing grows by weeds.
You will also noticed the petunias are sitting beside a SOFA in my YARD. One without cushions, but the ability to fold out into a bed if the need ever arise. Why is it there? Seemed like a good idea at the time. Maybe its just my redneck roots showing.
Anyway...weed gardening...
Once upon a time (last spring) I had some potting soil, a bunch of baby petunias, and good intentions.
Well, you know where those good intentions will get you.
My good intentions and my red thumb (red thumb becasue red is the opposite of green in the colorwheel, or some shit like that) sent my baby petunias right up to petunia heaven. (Well, the GOOD petunia's went to petunia heaven. The bad petunia's went to petunia hell, and the neutral petunias went to petunia purgatory.)
Meanwhile, the pots got moved to various corners of the yard, and lo and behold green shit started growing.
I figured I’ve stumbled upon a wonderful idea. These weeds were growing like...well...weeds. I didn’t have to water them or anything, and they woudln’t die even if I wanted to.
So, I smushed all the pots togther and made me a weed garden. Green stuff to look at over the half a month of actual winter we get here.
Meanwhile, when spring rolls around again I’ll try baby petunia project two.
If they die, I’ve always got my weeds to fall back on.
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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
We're Gonna Loose Her
You woudln't think it to see her in this picture, taken only an hour or so before I wrote this post. You would if you could see her currently though, curled up looking pitiful, one of her small hands holding on the the tip of my left index finger as she's curled halfway up on my hand.
Like a child only halfway asleep, when I try to move my hand she squirms, holds on tigher, doesnt want me to leave her.
Her meds have made her poop a little, but not enough. Her tumor is the big C. The vet says she's not in any pain, but I can give her small doses of Benedryll just in case.
My Horror-Haruko isn't a Horror anymore. She's a lap rat, not wanting to run and play much, only to lay curled up in mommy's lap and sleep.
Maybe its just teh Benedryll.
Occasionally she will take a long and deep breath, and I hold my own thinking that this one will be her las one, then she'll let it out and breath normal again.
Meanwhile, Java wonders why I'm not spending as much time with HER as I used to. When I open the cage to give Haruko her meds, Java tries to grab the dropper. She wants some too.
What is poor Java, who's never had to live alone, going to think when Haruko isn't there anymore?
Right now I'm concentrating on making Haruko as comfy as possible in her last days (hours? minutes?) of life. If she wants a treat, she gets a treat. If she wants to run around on the comptuer desk, she gets to run around on the comptuer desk. If she wants to curl up in mommys sweatshirt pocket, she gets to do that too.
My sweet, beautiful Horror-Haruko.
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Monday, January 16, 2006
Zipped Lip Syndrome
I haven’t spoken to the hubby in almost 12 hours now. For the first time ever in our marriage I’m giving him the dreaded “Silent Treatment.” I’ve tried this in the past, but I always end up talking to him. Thus far, this time, I’m sticking to it.
We’ve been fighting a bit.
I’m worried about my sick (now possibly dying) rat, and he’s stressing over his, “OHMYGODITDONTWORK” broken television.
Sunday we got into a bit of a tiff over how I needed broadband because dial up sucks yellow monkey ass, but we can’t AFFORD it, but he can AFFORD all those goddamn Lego sets, and to have his “OHMYGODITDONTWORK” broken television fixed. (We can’t afford it because he doesn’t use the net as much as I did. If HE were the net junkie I bet we could afford it)
Anyway...money shit aside, that was the first big fight of 2 days.
Then this morning I go in to give Haruko her medicine, and she’s as cold as ice (usually a sign that a rat is going to die in the next 48 hours is when their bodies go all cold), so I’m standing in the kitchen crying and all of a sudden Robert pitches a screaming, cussing, 3 year old with an attitude hissy fit.
Why? Because the repairman wont be available to come fix his “OHMYGODITDONTWORK” broken television until AFTER 1pm.
*sniffle, tear*
Break my heart why don’t you.
I basically told him to shut the fuck up, I don’t want to listen to him screaming and cussing about his precious TV and the service hours of the place he bought it from. Its just a fucking TV and he wont be doing anything but sitting on his ass watching TV all day anyway. (He works nights, going in at 3pm...plenty of time for the repairman to come) I also informed him that Haruko was dying, would probably be dead soon.
He gets pissed, yells at me some, says something about blowing up the tv repair company, and leaves the house.
See, beloved family pet dying, husband still only giving a shit about the “OHMYGODITDONTWORK” broken television.
So, yeah, YummY! no speaky to hubby. Didn’t even answer the phone when he called tonight.
Wait...I didn’t even LET him call tonight. I left our yellow monkey ass sucking dial up internet connection connected while I was taking my bath.
Take that you heartless bastard.
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Saturday, January 14, 2006
Feeding My Sweet Tooth
I have a huge sweet tooth right now. I dont normally. I'm a salty snacker. However, my aunt introduced me to a cake that is melt in your mouth good and "straight to your ass" fattening.
Right now I want one of these so badly:
Honey Bun Cake
Ingridents
1 (18.5) yellow cake mix 3/4 cup vegetable oil 4 eggs 8 oz sour cream 1 cup brown sugar 1 tablespoon ground cinnamon 2 cups confectioners sugar (powdered sugar) 4 tablespoons milk 1 tablespoon vanilla
preheat oven to 325
put cake mix, oil and sour cream in large bowl. stir by hand about 50 strokes or until most of the lumps are out.
Pour one half of this batter into and ungreased 9x13 pan.
mix the brown sugar and cinnamon together and spread it on top of the batter then pour or spread the other half of the batter over the cinnamon and sugar.
take a butter knife and twirl it in the batter till it looks like a honey bun.
bake for 40 minutes.
to make iceing
Whisk together the confectioners sugar and vanilla and milk until smooth ..drizzel it over cake and enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Pour icing over the top while cake is still kinda hoT.
Sick Rattie update, the Staple Rebellion and Blue Gender Goodness
So, Haruko survived her first visit ever to a vet today. Poor little girl. She's so big she can barely waddle, and she has no energy.
I coudln't go with her because I had to be at work at 9am this morning (most days I dont have to be in until 1 or 2pm....damn day shift came on a bad day(
Anyway...the Hubby said Dr. Gross seemed competent enough.
What happened at the vet today, according to the Hubby, is:
Haruko had an anal probe done.
She DOES NOT have the impacted bowel that I feared.
She DOES have a tumor or cyst, about the size of and M&M which is pressing agaisnt her intestine, causing her to be constipated.
She has been put on Lactulose....a laxative/stool softner to see if she can pass stool past the tight spot in her intestine.
So, the verdict is:
No rattie Messiah to be born at my house. (Sorry Utopia. However, my very next rattie will be named Squiffy the Messiah.....or Messiah Squiffy...or some combination of the two, in your honor. It wont be as good as a real Rattie Jesus, but it will be the next best thing.)
Oh, and Raven, if they start buidling little rat churches, you'll be the first one I inform.
KatKat and Webkittyn, thank you for your happy thoughts and good juju.
In other YummY! News.....
Today, in the first 30 minutes of work, I managed to cut two different fingers on two different hands with two different staples.
Either the staples are revolting, or I'm one clumsy klutz and need to have my boxcutter prividgles revoked until I can be trused around sharp objects again.
At least it wasn't as bad as the guy in the frame shop who almost cut off the middle finger of his right hand with a piece of glass. I have to say his splint is funny as hell though.
Oh, an I finally got my Blue Gender box set.
KICK ASS!
I haven't watched any of it yet, though. I'm trying to con....um...persuade my Hubby to watch at least the first episode with me, to see if he'll like it enough to watch it all.
He's been watchign Stargate nonstop for the past couple of weeks. I need a break!
Why is it so hard to find a vet for a rat? Espically in a town with a Pet Smart that sells PET RATS! You would think that the vet INSIDE of Pet Smart would treat rats, but no. No, they dont.
And the one vet who I KNOW treats rats misdiagnosed one of mine, leading to her eventual death, so I dont trust her anymore.
This beautiful little girl here is sick.
She has been lethargic for the past few days, staying on the bottom level of her cage, not running to me for love or treats anymore. Her abdoman has become distended, and this morning I felt a lump to the side of her abnormally huge belly.
My first thought, when I noticed her belly being bigger was that she had gotten constipated. I put her in some water to see if she would poop (becasue that usually makes them poop) and nothing came out of her.
Then I felt that lump in her tummy, and its DIFFERENT than the tumor and cancer lumps of my past rats, and I made a self diagnosis right there.
I'm afraid that somehow Haruko has gotten an impacted bowel.
So, we call some vets to ask what can cause a sudden distension of a rats belly. They all said the same thing...."She's Pregnant."
Um, no, she is NOT pregnant. She has not been in direct contact with a male since she was weaned from her mom and seperated from her littermates. If she is pregnant, then Buddy (my boy rat) has Super-sperm that can fly around until it makes contact with the proper famale ratty parts.
Either that or Haruko is about to give a virgin birth to the rat version of Jesus.
Tomorrow at 9:30 she will be going to visit a Dr. Bragg at the place where we take our dogs and cat to. I've never met Dr. Bragg. All I care is that Dr. Bragg has had SOME experience treating small pets and that he/she can find out what is wrong with my Haruko and fix it....without surgery.
I'm hoping that my husband will let me call in to work and tell them I will be late so I can go with him to take Haruko to the vet. I can answer any question Dr. Bragg might have much better than HE can.
Whining on the Radio, and Throat Ripping of the Blue Gender Variety
I had a brilliant idea at work the other day, and I tell you all about it (I beleive Jeckles called it whining) at YummY! Out Loud.
Not much going on today. Nothing at all worth blogging about.
The carpet cleaning is done. Hopefully until this time next year. Hubby is talking about getting ready to pain the intereior of the house, one room at a time, and I'm thinking....thats never going to happen. I'm pretty sure we're going to have to buy a new water heater soon.
Its currently 11:19 pm and I'm doing laundry becasue I was a lazy bitch today and didn't do a damn thing but play on the computer.
I have an adiction to the game, "The Movies" which I bought the hubby for Christmas.
Speaking of Christmas....my Blue Gender box set still has not gotten to my house. I'm about to rip out throats over that one.
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I think Randomized is what I meant for YummY! Out Loud to be to being with, only it didn't work that way.
Born elsewhere, I've moved it here. I'm not sure how to describe it other than that it has links. Go, look, see, love.
And now....
I’ve had two days off in a row this Friday and Saturday, and they have been spent moving furniture and books and cleaning carpet (which is something we actually started on Thursday).
These are fun times, yes?
Fun times carrying boxes that weigh almost as much as me, and moving furniture, and having to take everything I own from point A to point B and back to Point A again. Add to that being sick (I’ve had an upset tummy the past 2 days and a migraine yesterday) and also having to do the laundry and wash the dogs and clean the rats/mice and wash the dishes and all the other stuff I have to do on my days off work.
Well, I’m sure its SOMEBODY’S idea of a fun time. Not mine, but somewhere out there is someone who love to clean going, "You lucky bitch!"
For me it just leaves me thinking, "No wonder I feel so damn stressed out all the time. I never get a day off."
It makes me think of a bit of woodwork my aunt did once. It was a mom pig suckling her piglets and it said, "A man may work from sun to sun, but a woman’s work is never done."
I just want to kick back and relax and spend some quality time with my husband. (Quality time in this instance means being in the same room with him while he watches tv) Meanwhile I have to help him move his obscenely large Star Wars collection from Point A to Points B-F (I don’t see how he has all this shit in ONE ROOM, Especially since the room is only HALF empty and right now my living room, kitchen AND dining room are full of the crap from his "Star Wars/Star Trek" hoard.
I’m about ready to tell Robert, YOU move the crap, I’LL run the vacuum and the carpet cleaner.
I don’t know where he is right now. He left the house. I think I was supposed to keep working while he went to do whatever it is he went to do. (I think he wen to play with his dog at his mom’s house)
Screw that. I’m sitting my tired (or some would call it LAZY) ass right here. As long as he’s doing nothing, I’m doing nothing.
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Thursday, January 05, 2006
...and a face-ripping zombie turtle.
Okay, so if you didn't gather from my LAST post that I'm a b-grade horror movie freak, I'm here to tell you now that I am.
Today I bought 3 of them.
Sometime soon I will be watching "The Pit" and "Hellgate" and "Breeders."
I'll probably watch "Hellgate" first simply because the blurb on the back of the box has a sentence that contains, "...and a face-ripping zombie turtle."
C'mon! How many movies can say they have face-ripping zombie turtles?
I also bought some music today. A Dr. Hook Greatest Hits cd which DID NOT include "Freakers Ball" or "Rolling Stone." What kind of greatests hits is that?
If I had a podcast I'd so have to play "Freakers Ball"
I also got Fountains of Wayne "Welcome Interstate Managers" and The Presidents of the United States of America "Love Everybody"
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Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Mmmm.....zombies.
I did not get my book of stamps.
I did get a book.
Resident Evil: Zero Hour
Its a novelization of the game by the same name, by S.D. Perry who has written several Resident Evil books, some novelized versions of the games, others straight from her own brain.
I love Zombies. Zombies are fun.
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Boys and Their Toys
My husband is into pleasing himself.
Well....he is.
See, he likes to buy things for himself. Like televisions almost larger than our living room, and DVD box sets of tv seires from the 70s, or Star Wars Lego sets costing in the $100s of dollars.
He does all this while complaing about how broke we are.
He justifys this by saying he's only spending his "overtime money" or his "dog walking money."
With Media Play going out of business he's been buying movies and games on a weekly basis, and yet says we can't afford to buy me a book of stamps.
We get into unending fights about this.
Its not like I dont work and am asking for an allowance, or something. I work just sort of full time (because they dont want to have to give me full time benefits) at a retail arts and crafts store.
I do make less than my husband, and therein lies the problem. He wants to share the bills evenly. Evenly takes every cent of money I make, while he still has some left over.
It would make sence that if he wanted to make it "even" that he would pay a little more than me, leaving us equal ammounts left over.
My husband also get to work overtime, which I dont. More extra cash for him.
He also offers his services as a dog walker for a friend of the family, and gets paid for that.
All that extra money, and he is loath to part with any of it on my account.
He wasn't like that while we were dating. While we were dating he shared with me.
The bastard.
Needless to say this is the subject of unending fights between us.
Needless to say....he wins.
Therefore, the husband gets new toys and YummY! just gets pissed off.
Meet Godzilla. I should be standing beside and, and you’d know why I call it Godzilla. Its almost as tall as me and takes up most of the wall its on. A 47 inch widescreen television. My hubby’s baby. Not that I don’t enjoy it. It does kick ass to watch a DVD on a tv almost as big as some of the smaller screens in our theaters.
While I was at work today, living all the things I was going to tell you about, my sweet, horrible, Haurko went to sleep...and didn’t wake up again.
Tonight I came home tired from work with urges and cravings.
My 4 year wedding annivesary is today. Yep, 4 years.
This is my weed garden.
