Oh the thinks you can think

BLOGGERS BLOCK..... or is it something else?

Ummm...Chocolate

Nice Idea But...

Damn, the poor teacher that thought this plant was a good idea for this planter...ha ha ha ha ha. Needless to say, they did remove the cacti and planted ivy in it's place before they were sent home to the parents.

Jesus Christ

And yes I know I've been a total lame-o lately when it comes to posting on this here blog. It's not that I've been uninspired, well not really, physically yes, mentally no. It's just that I have so much shit floating around in my head that it often overwhelms me to a point of complete nothingness. How can that be you wonder...yeah, it's all about the ability to harness what I am capable of creating. Life is confusing, full of fastballs. Forget to duck and you are fucked, smack, hit in the noggin.


Favorite joke of the week---what's invisible and smells like carrots?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>bunny farts (thanks Simone)

Favorite lyric of the week--We're in a room without a door, and I am sure without
a doubt, they're gonna wanna know how we got in here, and they're gonna wanna know how we plan to get out. (thanks Ani)

It's the Darndest Thing

So I've been attending some motivational type classes this week, a program based on the workings of a man named Lou Tice. We watch video's of Lou giving lessons on how to alter the subconscious mind, how to make life changing self- affirmations of how to be all you can be and more. Funny thing is though, is that this man not only looks like W.C. Fields, but his voice and mannerisms mirror the legendary funnyman to a point that makes it hard not to laugh. It's ok though, the facilitators still seem to adore me, in fact, one of them laughs jovially at most of my quarky outbursts. It's kind of fun. The catered lunches and snacks and beverages have been fabulous, definately worth being dressed all day for. "Stay tuned, there's more to come." (Lou Tice, 2006)

Just Another Wacky Sunday

Today has been one of those days...it started out rough, real rough. Rough to the point of wanting to vomit just to feel better kind of rough. I awoke at 8 am with a headache so screaming bad I couldn't even stand to lay on it, so I got up, in search of advil and water. Aaahh, the good ol' hangover cure, normally. However, today was not a normal hangover kind of day. I went back to bed and laid there holding my aching head in my hands until about 10, then decided to try getting up one more time, still sporting a filthy headache. I made coffee, but couldn't stand the smell of it, or anything else for that matter. I was utterly naseous, wanting to puke, wanting to die, something to end the misery. So anyways, I ended up taking 2 or 3 more advil and crawling back into bed. Finally I was able to get some sleep, I slept beautifully until 1 in the afternoon. For those of you who know me well, you would know that this is no easy feat for me, I'm always up by 10 for sure. Oh what a night is all I'm going to say about that, even though the night seemed pretty mellow at the time.
Weirdness event number 2...The police showing up at my house stating that someone had called 911 from my house and hung up. Now this could happen, it's not unheard of, but, at the time of the call I just happened to be on the phone with Nicki. I looked at the timer and we had been talking for 22 minutes, when the cop radioed in to find out the time of the call, it happened while we were talking. We all just decided it was some weird cordless phone thing and they left.
Regardless of the strange day and feeling like crap for most of it, I still managed to get quite a lot done. About 8 loads of laundry, a mega load of dishes and getting the kids ready for morning. Maybe because I skipped volleyball I felt I had to compensate for the lack of activity, who knows, but it's all good.
I got a new coffee maker!!!! Finally, it's been broken for 9 days, I've been making cowboy coffee with a funnel all week, yuck. Tomorrow is looking good, simple, easy delicious coffee, a class downtown called "Thought Patterns for a Successful Career", how nice. Maybe it will help me find the motivation to get a job or something, anyways, it's a new week, a new outlook on life, and a new cup of coffee. Yay.

random thoughts for a wednesday part 2 (and yeah, I know it's Friday)

I just opened an old drawer and found some of the strangest items. I call it an old drawer and it's in an old dresser, but let me explain. It's a dresser that used to be in my bedroom, then I moved it to Jessie's empty room, and I did clean out all my underused underwear, but I didn't clean out the top drawer. It's a salute to my organizational good intentions (similar to the road to hell), and lost in time are the many necesary objects that would in fact, allow me to procede with being a more organized individual. In the drawer I found some of those little clips that you attach to the wall in order to hang a mirror, not just one pack, but two. I must have really intended to hang that damn mirror, that maybe or I just wasn't happy with my first selection and therefore went out and got more. I also saw a poncho in a pack, about 4" by 4", handy. There's a whole bunch of other crap too, but I'll save you the details. On to the next random thought...
In my basement there are a bunch of teenage boys, at least 5, but maybe 6. They are all under 19, ranging from 15-17, and they are fucked up. They are currently listening to a really cool version of "Get Back", but its done by Ludacris and Sum 41, way cool. They are really loud and obnoxious, especially Jessie, who is at the moment(I can tell by the sounds) wearing a hat, aviator glasses, and redneck teeth. There is lots of coughing and male type bragging going on. Teenage boys are weird to me. They were also surprised when I answered the knock at the door, perhaps, I said to them, you were expecting someone else? Their instant silence gave them away.
Today at the library I got the ultimate Johnny Cash book, it looks great, can't wait to read it. So why don't I go crawl into bed and read it then you ask, well, because I don't want to, so there.
I'm frustrated by my choice of who I had children with. Remember ladies, be careful who you breed with, you are going to have to put up with that shit for the rest of your life.
On a lighter note, it's Friday night, St. Patrick's day even, and here I am, posting the year's longest bloggish gibberish, well good then, I'm not Irish.

Oh What a Diverse Weekend

Slip-Per-Eey

Holy shit, welcome to Saskatchewan. Driving home tonight, after spending some time with birthday girl Samantha, holy shit is it crazy out there. Never mind that in the last week we've gotten about 4 feet of snow, but tonight it's -7 degrees and raining, yes I said raining. All the ABS's better be on their toes in the AM folks, because it's insane driving. That, coming from me must sound incredulous, for as we all know I love to drive, and can handle the worst of the worst driving situations. No, I guess it wasn't slippery enough out there, lets add some freezing rain to shake things up a bit.
And never mind that Sam and I just polished off 2 bottles of South African red wine, hers, the cabernet sauvignon, and mine the Shiraz...just never mind that part. The point is, is that it's insane on the prairies and there ain't nothing we can do to stop it. And never mind Nicola's gloating of Alberta, or Ian's insane wishes that we up and move there to "get the family together." Oye yoi yoi, what's a girl to do? And it doesn't help that the fella that currently is making my world tip on it's side lives on a highway drive somewhere that really doesn't conform to the rules of nature these days, these insane days of way too much fucking snow, and freezing rain all in the same week.....crap.

Double Whammy Anal Hairball

Yeah so I promised Nicki I would post about this so here I am, at 3:32 am on a Saturday night, talking about anal hairballs. Allow me to elaborate...you know when you are in the shower, and washing your hair? Well for me it's when I condition, but we lose hair and I don't know if it's the bubble butt, but hair tends to gather in the buttcrack. Well, as I was telling Nicki earlier, tonight I pulled out 2 that were quite momentous...Usually there is only 1, and it's usually the biggest chunk of hair stuck to the shower wall. But tonight there were 2 giant chunks of hair, and that in itself is worth mentioning.
Never mind Stan's Place with the country band and running into Bonnie & Gord and Shelley, or going to Kelly's and playing the role of mediator between the 20 year olds and drinking and smoking till the wee hours. It's all about the double anal hairball, which I wanted to name something perenial, as in stuck in the perenium, but Nicki thought that wasn't quite as funny. Oh well, I dedicate this one to anyone thats ever admitted to picking fallen hair out of their asscrack while in the shower, cheers.

The Big Day

Well here it is...

Brokeback Mountain

Sam and I went to see this movie last night....it's all about 2 gay cowboys and their relationship through the 60s thru the 80s. It's a tale of forbidden love and not being a "queer" cowboy. It was good but a little sad, it made Sam cry a few times, possibly because she can relate to the forbidden love. Surely not because she is a gay cowboy disguised as a beautiful woman...

To Hell With Em All

Poor little bunny, too bad he's a spineless little wimp.

Why do I prefer torture over sweet, healthy, loving relationships? I tend to go out of my way to find them, choosing them over anyone that seems too nice. Why take a chance on a "nice guy" when there are thousands of raging assholes to choose from? I've never liked the "nice guy", they never last more than a week in my life. The only explanation I can come up with is that I must enjoy the torture to some extent. I seem to thrive off it, even though it causes much pain and misery. It's like I can't be happy unless I am miserable, what the fuck is up with that? I get bored with "nice guys", they just don't rock the boat enough. Well, I'm in the water again, trying to stay afloat, wishing I would have worn a life jacket on this trip. Thinking maybe next time I make an attempt at trying to fall in love with a loaded gun, I'll just shoot myself in the head first.

Fuck

Nothing like an emotional jilt to remind you you're alive.
But that's what I get for allowing myself to feel too much too soon,
and with a gemini male of all things,
have I not already learned that lesson, twice?

Feeling set up to take a mighty fall
for all the men who've ever been shafted by a girl
You're indifference disturbs me
the silence harsh like a siren in the night

It's a game that we're just playing, like kittens he says,
like chasing a ball on the rebound off the wall
Turns out I'm not that playful after all.

You sleep next to me but dream of the girl next door
Fuck

Or Maybe...

Happy Valentines Day

This one's for you Valentine!

Wild Woman Says...

Quote of the day from my "wild words from wild women" desktop calender......."When the sun comes up, I have morals again." -Elizabeth Taylor, living legend

Somehow, I can relate.

Ha! That's Funny!

Hipster cards has done it again, they rock, and hard. For all you Valentine, late Birthday, or Lesbian card needs, they've got it all. Though I've been ill and haven't felt like bothering with my blog, I couldn't resist this one. So go check it out, honestly, its the best online card company I've ever seen. Hipstercards.com

Eeeewwww Lovely

Nothing better than a relaxing Sunday, unless you find lice in one of your kids hair. I know that was my idea of good family fun.. ripping the house apart, changing all the bedding, washing all the outerwear, making sure there were clean blankets so everyone could go to bed, and doing the stinky shampoo treatment. Yep, we sure bonded like crazy over this one, if fact I seem to recall such slogans as, if you don't want to get snapped at, then don't come near me. I was a superpowered cleaning, disinfecting machine, and have the raw hands to prove it. Good thing Sunday's horoscope suggested I take a break from trying to conquer the world. Fotunately by 3am I was almost done, but by then it was too late to vaccuum, so the madness continues today. Good thing I love a mountain of laundry, cause I was feeling so empty almost seeing the floor down there.....the worst of it is, while ranting to Jessie about where the hell it could have came from, he decided to fill me in on a little bit of knowledge him and Shawneen were packing. Shawneen's little sister has lice "all the time", she gets it from her boyfriends house, who apparantly also have it "all the time"...like I needed more of a reason to feel pissy towards her seemingly useless family, GRRRRRR.I fell a little better now though so I best get back to work, wow thank God for that 4 hours of sleep, ot I'd probably be in a really shitty mood right now.

yummmmmmmy combo's

Gin & Tonic and bagels & cream cheese, possibly two of the best combo's available to mankind...and I am blessed with both right now, yummy.

Happy Birthday Boy!

Yes, this is it...I think this officially makes me an old woman. My eldest son turns 16 years old today, wow, that's old. How the hell did that even happen, I mean I have been around but it's like a time warp or something. So we had a great day, just him and I for most of it. We went for noodle bowls at norms, then on to the stop of the day...My old pals, Pat and Graeme Burke's tattoo shop, Rites of Passage and somehow convinced the two little sweetie's to do a tat for Jessie. The poor kid is shitting himself with excitement...a real tattoo!!! All that and it's a gift from his crazy mother, too bad he has to wait 3 weeks for it, but oh well. I'm excited too, because nothing says forever like a tattoo. He'll never forget his 16th birthday, that's for sure.

random thoughts for a wednesday

Part 1
Let the laundry marathon begin, 2 weeks+5 people=a mountain.
The White Stripes rock today.
Is there any point in trying to compete with an ultra orgasmic 18 year old?
The first song I am learning on guitar happens to be sympathy for the devil, not by choice really, it's just coming naturally.
I need a night out.
My shoulder hurts from volleyball sunday night, so much that i could hardly sleep last night.
I've had 4 different repairmen in my house this week, all of which were pretty good looking, which leads me to believe in the phrase, "desperate housewife".
I wish Johnny Cash was still alive.
I hate doing dishes, even with a fancy dishwasher.
Volleyball is harder on the body than i remember.
I hate that nobody but loving Nicola comments on my blog.
I am feeling a mixture of emotion, perplexion, and aggression.
I'm in the mood for afternoon beer and karaoke, not laundry and dishes.
16 years ago today i was in labour with my first born child.
I want to give that almost 16 year old a tattoo for his birthday, and i want one too.
I wish i could lose 50 pounds easily.
I am about to change my mindset with the aid of outside forces.

I want to play my guitar, but my left middle finger is already burning.
Che gave me that guitar about 6 years ago and it finally fells like mine, and i know i've been calling it a piece for years, but it's not, it's quite beautiful if you know how to play it...thank you Che, so much.
God i love music.
I've been having vivid dreams for days, thinking they are connected to the dark moon. The last full moon was dream time too.
Pj harvey may be the coolest woman musician ever.

Hottest Toy of the Year Award

For all the up-and-coming cool kids on the block.

Daisy Rock Rocks

So I just fell in love with a guitar...WOW. I found out about this company that is making guitars for women, really beautiful guitars. Some are kind of overdone but there is this one....The Venus AHHHHHH
What a great reason to learn how to play even sooner. I've finally begun the long, hard journey i've been procrastinating on for many years. So far i've got the tuning thing down, which was always my biggest excuse...so now, off I go. Go me! It seems like the big metamorphasis is finally beginning, next thing you know i'll actually go and get a job. That's mondays news though, so you'll have to wait. Oh yeah, and volleyball starts tomorrow night, whew, how will the ol' lungs like that one?

Thursday is a Great Night for Rockin Out

Yep, I know it's a bit of a cheesy thing, but I actually like Nickelback. And even better, they are playing here in Saskatoon tonight. I've seen them once before, took my son for his 14th birthday, damn near blew his young mind. He's pissed he's not coming to this one, but who wants to hang out with 3 cheesy old crazy ladies when you are 16 years old? He does.....Funny, on our way to Calgary this weekend we just happened to stop in Hanna Alberta, we had to stop. Simone noticed on the town sign that this was the home of Nickelback and she wasn't taking no for an answer. She was happy enough to just get gas and junk food, and that was that. BUT...on the way home we were listening to the radio and heard that Nickelback was playing in Calgary the next night. I could just see the wheels in her head turning and soon found out what she was plotting. After a short while she says, "there", and I ask "what"? She tells me she is all ready to stop in Hanna, and has a pen and paper in hand. She asks me what I would do if I saw them and I responded with,"I'd moon em, show em my big white ass, and smile of course." She was under the impression that because they were in Calgary, they may be stopping at home to see there families, which means that we may actually get to see them. She was so damn excited, and actually cried when I replied, "They are not going to be standing on a street corner in Hanna, waiting for us to drive by for an autograph." She actually cried, her poor little bubble was so bursted. But she's 9, and reality is large and nothing is impossible, right? Too bad we didn't see them, I would have liked the opportunity to moon them, and get an autograph for Simone...maybe "someday" (ha ha)
Boy I like to ramble in the morning.

Sunday's Card Polishes off the Week

So I just returned from a fabulous vacation in Calgary (whoopee, what a vacation you may say), and It was pretty much all good. Some highlights: Seeing my old friend Jody, who I haven't seen in about 3 years. Meeting Jody's baby Azaria, who was wonderful and beautiful. Ripping out a smoking hot version of "Proud Mary"(Ike & Tina style) at karaoke with Jody. A awesome night of drinkin beer, playing pool and singing karaoke with Jody and her boyfriend Dorian. Getting cracked for cigarettes in Airdrie on our way out of town (ha ha ha), funny cause I looked like a strung out junkie skid after a hardcore night of drinking and only 3 hours sleep(wearing a trans am bunnyhug and a touque) Some lowlights: spending 15 hours of a weekend in the car with my fighting kids, although we did have some fun on the way, singing and cracking jokes. But the ride home was pure hell...in the dark for 3 hours after 4 hours of driving, on 3 hours of sleep and a hangover. We made it back alive though, and to top it off, I am feeling a might inspired to get off my ass and do something productive until I can go back to school in September. WHOOHOOO for the refreshing roadtrip! And yeah, I love Jody, she's a superstar. And yeah, I am way overtired and overcaffienated, and can't seem to just shut the hell up...that's all...really.

Saturday's Cards are All About the Love

Just to give you all something to do while I am away...

Friday's Card is For the Dogs!

Yup, this is it, friday's card. A little premature maybe but that happens sometimes. Oh well, lets go on a road trip dudes!

Thursday's Card is for Nicola

This one I was saving for an exciting day, but I couldn't wait any longer.

Wednesday's Card is Really Early

In fact, even too early for breakfast in bed.

Tuesday's Card is a Little Late

Only because I couldn't get into any of my shaw crap because my passwords were all fucked up.

Monday's Card Explains Itself

Like I said earlier, it's card week in blog land. Do enjoy!

Oh the Agony

There's nothing worse than having to wait for the repercussions of my actions. I'm not much of a waiter even for simple things, never mind soul bearing, heart felt late night mumbo jumbo. Can I not just take anything slow and steady, why must I be so damn impatient?
And a big heads up, for this week is "Super Awesome Card Week" where I will be displaying some of the funniest, stupidest, coolest cards ever. Be sure to tune in often, as you won't want to miss this shit!

Poetry Anyone?

so Nicki says, "what the fuck's up with all the poetic words these days, your blog has always just been nasty and funny, impersonal shit." And true enough, it has. Thats not to say those are the only thoughts I have though, and like I said to her, the whole time I was with Dennis, I couldn't write a lick. This should have been a warning bell way back in the beginning, but at the time I was thinking of it differenty. I thought maybe, because he didn't inspire any emotionally tragic poetry, that maybe he was the one. I've missed this side of me, and find myself daydreaming in poetry whenever I am left alone with my thoughts. I always loved the ability to turn any emotional moment into written prose, it's a great form of expression. I always thought someday I would dig through all those old journals and have enough to actually publish a book of tragic poetry. Maybe now I can begin anew, starting fresh from this more mature place in my life. So say what you want, if it offends more than camel toes and big cocks, thats your opine and you can just quit reading this damn cheesy blog. Oh, and have a lovely snow-covered Sunday.

You seemed really nice, right off the bat
but nice can only take you so far.
When the nicieties wear off, we have nothing
if you can't stimulate the conversation.
I can't be content with just sitting,
feelings of boredom, mind whirling inside
This was not a "relationship", not even a friendship
just another failed attempt at connection.

But you didn't notice the look on my face
or that my brain was spinning with thought.
My words caught you off guard, like you thought
this had a chance going somewhere
but like everything else, it didn't cause a spark
it didn't even make you flinch.
You will never be happy until you learn to try new things
were my words of parting with you.
But like I said, who am I to judge, it's just a view.

I tried to warn you at the start
that I was not easily content.
I can't be satisfied by idle chat
nor lack of compliment.
I need to be amazed, to be made to think
to walk away feeling in a haze.
I need stimulation, to be called on my bullshit
to not be trapped a comfortable rut.
But what's a week or two, here and there
I feel like my work is done
I opened your ears to new sounds
that I hope will spur you along
then closed the door and walked away,
another job well done

Never mind then

Ok so the Russian bride was kinda lame, but....remember(if I told you that is) that I found out last Christmas that I was somewhat Russian and somehow that related in my brain at the time. Hmmm wonder if I could be a "Canadian Bride" and pimp myself out for "free evenings" wink wink, nudge nudge....hmmm where to choose?

So
I am missing school, not necessarily nursing classes, but learning in general. The brain gets a little moldy when not stimulated; combine that with physical inactivity and it's a recipe for disaster. On the upside though, I signed up for adult co-ed volleyball tonight that happens at the little school by my house, could be weird, might be fun, will be stimulating indeed. It starts sunday night, which is perfect because sunday nights are the most boringest, lonliest, longest nights of all...Sigh

Anyone interested in a Russian Bride?

I got this weirdness in my email today....

Hello have a good day,
I am not sure where to begin,it is first time I try to use internet to
meet the man but the thing is,that I will work abroad I can choice
USA,Canada or Europe and I would like to meet the man to share free
evenings and be my guide. My friends helped me to send a few letters
to different address and I do hope that I am lucky to meet good and
kind man.you should know that now I live in Russia and my goal is to leave this
country because it is impossible to live here for young pretty woman.they tell I look well
enough,I am blonde with blue eyes,I am natural blonde.I will send a few photos if you reply.
if you don't have wife nor girlfriend ,maybe we could try to meet?
I am free I have not children .and I have not boyfriend here.
I am 25 years old ,please write to me directly
to my mail- fruy1@pochta.ru See you soon ,with great hope.

Aaaahhh, the Holidays

Well these are my favorite holiday cards of the moment.....Christmas is so overly indulgent, makes me want to damn near burst. It sure is sweet seeing all those people who actually live really near but you never really see kind of family members. Yeah, so now what? More still to come?

Love the PMS

Just as I was saying to myself the other day, wow, i really don't even need those PMS happy pills anymore, the ugly bitch rears her wicked little head. Take today for example....fixing the piece of shit tree stand so my kids can have a stupid Christmas tree for at least a few days. Anyways, I go and buy a new screw, realign the whole damn thing, get the ugly plastic tree in the slot, get her up, the damn thing is crooked. I wiggle it a bit, then a bit more, and when that doesn't work, I kick the piece of shit over and stomp on the damn tree stand. Needless to say, this really didn't help the situation much. Eventually I cool off and start over at the beginning, now with a severly bent tree stand. Anyways the the damn tree is up and everyone is feeling much happier now, and all I wanted to do tonight was have some drinks, maybe get high and get my fucking period, none of which is happening. Oh goody, maybe tomorrow can be as special as today. Bring on the happy pills bitch.

Talking about Screws

So yeah, speaking of old boyfriends "borrowing" screwdrivers, wondering if that same fella has a big old screw loose somewhere in his head. I'm not usually one to vent anything really personal that would dare give away my delicate mental state, but tonight I'm in the mood. ****WARNING****this turned into a long and raving rant, so if you time is limited, you may want to come back some other time*******
So the breakup occurred about 6 weeks ago, and since then I've resisted any urge to call or to change my footing in this matter. Not him though....He's been calling and calling and used to be to just try and lure me into a good time boinking due to the fact that neither of us had moved on to new lovers. Regardless of my state of mind and body due to the sudden lack of a regular sex life, I have resisted. Lately though his focus has changed. He now admits to feeling lost and depressed because he "knows now" that I am the one he wants. What he doesn't seem to realize is that this time is just different, he doesn't get that I have just had enough of the bullshit and no matter how fucking horny I may be, it's not enough to base a lifetime relationship on. Whew, that was a rambling sentence.
So early on in our relationship he "forbade" me to not smoke pot. He did this knowing full well that I had for many years and that I also quite enjoyed it. So if I ever did it during our 4 and some year relationship, it was done without his knowledge, despite his suspicions because all my friends were doing it. So tonight he calls and he wants me to give him a ride home from the shop (jimmy repair), and then help him repair his brothers buggered computer. Bad feelings about all this, but he has helped me out in the past when I was in a jam so I just can't not do it. So we were discussing the chair recovering party I had with Nicki on Sunday and I was complaining that it was pretty damn hard work and he says, "didn't the pot help?" I ignored him and kept talking when he says it again, a little louder this time. I say, "yeah, if nothing else it sure made it more fun" and he gets all pissy and says "I know you do it any chance you get..." my reply, "not every chance, only when I feel like it. From here he starts rambling on about what a loser I am and always will be because I am a "POTHEAD". This is where I don't say a word and just hang up the phone.
So he calls back a couple times, but by now the ringer is off and I can't hear him calling, but he does leave a message......."I GOT ONE THING TO SAY, IF YOU DON'T CALL ME BACK IN 20 MINUTES I AM GOING TO COME OVER THERE AND BOOT THE DOOR DOWN!"
Nice one, real manly I thought. I did answer his next call where all he said was, "are you still going to help me tomorrow?" "Yep" "Ok then" "Ok then, bye"
Tell me, why would I want to "try it again" with this man. Yeah sure maybe we should get married, buy a house, and try to work it out...HA to late motherfucker.

Thursday's Girl Feels Like Shit

Still wondering how Wednesday night poker turned into Wednesday night super-drunken-karaoke night. Hot damn that bunch from shaw sure know how to whoop it up.

What the Hell is up With the Lack of Comments!

And yeah, this is some german band...weird huh?
And anyone can do, leave a fricken comment that is....just choose anonymous, and leave your damn name...ok, God you guys are such losers

Tell Me This Isn't the Coolest Combo Ever

Ani Difranco and Joan Jett, it doesn't get much better than this. Check out Ani's new album "Knuckle Down", it rocks sweetly.

Finally, the List

Ok so I've been meaning to write a list for many, many months now of all the bands I've seen in my life. Now some of them are great, others not so much, but the challenge lies in working the old brain stem into rcalling such elaborate info. If anyone has any info that I may have forgotten, please let me know. Ok, here goes...Oh by the way, this is not in order of relevance, more like a time line.

1.Bad Religion
2.Rob Zombie
3.Willie Nelson
4.Black Eyed Peas
5.Collective Soul
6.Aerosmith
7.Metallica
8.James Brown
9.Nickleback
10.BTO
11.Nazareth
12.Godsmack
13.Alannis Morisette
14.Kinny Starr
15.Bare Nakaed Ladies
16.Chantel Kreviatzic (sp)
17.Swollen Members
18.Bif Naked
19.K-os
20.Los Lobos
21.Van Morrison
22.Dave Brubeck
23.Cowboy Junkies
24.Matthew Good Band
25.Fred Eaglesmith
26.Sarah Mcglauglin
27.Social Distortion
28.Dead Milkmen
29.DOA
30.Nashville Pussy
31.Ani Difranco
just thought of a few more...
32.5 Star Homeless
33.Accoustically Inclined
34.No Means No
35.Count Zero
36.Minerva
37.Mayfly
38.Dayglow Abortions
39.Veda Hille
40.Ngoma
41.9 Pound Hammer
42.Tragically Hip
43.Gob
44.Black Halos
45.Teagan and Sarah
How could I forget? THE EXPLOITED, live in Mexico City
47.Roots Roundup
48.furnace face
49.porksword
50.one
51.one step beyond
52.ragamaroons
53. the smalls
53.tad
54.five minute miracle
55.Coffinbreak
56.The Reverend Hornton heat
57.Painting Daisies

"Quote of the Week"

So I take my mom to the doctor and on the wall opposite us was a poster about fetal alcohol syndrome. My mom looks up at it and says "I'm sure glad that wasn't around when I was pregnant with you guys." I started to laugh but then questioned her about her comment where upon she explained to me that of course she drank when she was pregnant with me, everybody did in those days. She explained that she didn't drink nearly as much as the woman down the road, only about 4 beer or so every weekend. To this I factored in the many holidays that would have occured during my pregnancy, which adds up to be a lot of alcohol for such a young pup. Yikes, things were definately different in the 70s. Don't get the impression that I am dissing my mama or anything, cause really, it was an amusing conversation.

Metal Energy

See, that's the thing about magnets. They always stick to things. I wish I was more magnetic, you know, instead of being too electrical. I wonder if we all have our own type of metal energy, probably... See, I tend to get shocks easily, plus I feel as though I attract then detract, retract, zap back, a lot. What do you think, shoud I create a quiz maybe that tells people what kind of metal energy they have, and possibly, how to live their lives accordingly? I just might.....stay tuned.

Weekend Movie Review

So I went with my son and his friend to see "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on friday evening. This was the opening show and it was a sold out show, freakin packed. The movie was good, if you like Harry Potter movies and/or books, although my son thought it was definately the poorest of the lot thus far. Me well, I thought, who the hell makes a kids movie that is 2 hours and 45 minutes long? Not only that but I guess I am not used to people clapping and cheering for movies because it kind of felt like we were at a live music show or something. I think once again that the book was way better, and like the friend said to me, "there was so much missing that wasn't in the movie" and I respond, "yeah well, how many hours did it take you to read the book, at least 12 right?" Not only that but with a book your imagination can do whatever you want with the words. Speaking of which, I want the new Harry Potter toy broomstick...

Brrrrrr.......

Sleeping alone fucking sucks...how the hell does one stay warm? I was single before and didn't notice how cold it was then, so what the hell is going on? It's so cold I've started wearing clothes to bed, jammie pants, long sleeved shirts and last night even socks. Crap pretty soon i am going to get nubs on my sheets from wearing clothes to bed. I hate going to bed these days, I stay up half the night to avoid it, brrrrr.....

Just Remember

Really?

I can't believe I changed my blog to fuckin PINK and nobody says anything weird about it.....I have been the antipink since age 11 when I gave it up for good. Is this what being 30ish is all about, loving the things I gave up with the black rebellion of my youth? Or was it just a momentary lapse from which I will come to my dark senses to realize there is such a thing as too much pink?

This blog needs a facelift!

It just felt right I said to myself.........the new blog that is

So much to think about

Let's start with this...Halloween was a blast this year, almost too much fun if that's possible. Honestly though, three gorgeous gals should not be allowed to get that drunk, cause you never know what may happen.



Finally bought my ticket for bad religion, i guess you can take the girl out of the punk but you can't take the punk out of the girl. It's an old fascination, one that is deeply rooted, one that won't go away no matter how normal i pretend to act, what with the scholarly glasses and clean, unripped clothing and all. Should be super fun, am looking foward to seeing all the good old boys and whooping it up hardcore.

And one more thing, what's up with the boy who won't leave me alone, even though we broke up AGAIN.....I think he believes me this time.

Daily Horoscope

Your mood is fun loving and jovial today, Jennifer, and you should definitely make time to enjoy this spirit with friends. The one caveat to the day is that your emotions may seem a bit clouded and you may not have the most accurate impression of the situation at hand. You may feel that people have the wrong impression of who you are. Try not to act from a position of insecurity. Have confidence in yourself and take the lead.
Sounds pretty good...was thinking of dressing up as a famous musician and going to sing karaoke tonight, any suggestions as to which musician fits today's horoscope????It's up to you folks, best answer of the day will be chosen as the winner and the suggestor may recieve a stunning prize valued at oh I don't know.....

Reality Check

It's not the fall that hurts, it's the sudden stop.

Oh what a night

Wow, what a night. Ended up at good ol' Alley kats (again) and who do I run into but two old boys that I used to know, many years ago. One of them just happened to be an old boyfriend, a really old boyfriend, from about 18 years ago, one of my first "make out" boyfriends. I haven't seen him since I was 13 years old, so this was really strange. Once we got through the initial formalities about life at the moment, the conversation turned to "remember when". He told me I was the first girl he ever kissed, the first tits he ever touched ("and God you had big tits") ha ha. Then he introduced me to his fiancee as his first girlfriend ever, the first girl he ever made out with, and she was soooo excited that she kissed me. So strange, running into people we know when we are kids, now that we are all grown up. wow.

I'm so broke

Can anyone give me 50 cent

Camel Toes are Good

said the cowboy karaoke host from Lover's Lounge....that is of course if they are included in an all around good package. So what do you think readers, camel toe, yes or no?

Liquor in the Front Poker in the Back

Good times...an evening of texas hold em with the boys from shaw cable, and Nicki and Chris too. Topped off with some crooning to the oldies at the blue diamond, life don't get much better than this. Oh yeah and 5 days as a non-smoker, without so much as a puff, I rock...so there.

Being a non-smoker is easy...especially when I am sleeping

So it's now been 31 & 1/2 hours since I quit smoking, but really, who's counting?
So far it's not so bad, besides the bouts of irritibility, and as long as those around me just shut the hell up during these moments, we should all survive this nicely.

The Good Wife

These are actual excerpts taken from Housekeeping monthly. There were many good tips but due to space and/or boredom limitations I just chose my faves.

Late Night Thoughts

You know the one where you go to bed and instead of sleeping, all you can do is think? This happens to me an awful lot, in fact this is when i get some of my most brilliant ideas of all time. Like last night for example, i spent about 2 hours thinking and this was my big revelation.....
Sleeping and shitting are very similar, that is, if you wait long enough, eventually it happens.

OK Kenny G. was just a bad idea

I tihnk i leanred my lessne.

for no good reason

How could I forget this?

I missed this crazy roller coaster of a ride in my recent top trip list. How silly of me, this was something Nicki and I were supposed to do last time we were in Vegas, but Nicki was all-of-a-sudden mysteriously very ill and didn't want to go. It was fun but gross...one of those things you are glad you did, but wished you hadn't. Look closely at the photo and you will see the kooky track running all around the buildings.