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The Goddess' Rug
The first piece of fiction I've ever written.
The second piece of fiction I've ever written.
November 28 Whasis...?Just thought I would point out the obvious.... because I'm strange like that.
There are some new lists at the top of my page - right under the "Goddess' Rug" sign. They are - in no particular order (listen to me, would ya? Sheesh. I sould like one of those judges on Star Search. Oy.) - "The Melody of Tears,""Purely Magick,"One Shots, and Lyrics.
Pretty self-explanitory, yeah? Anyway... there's a couple of new lyrics in the list... "Blah, Blah, Blah," and "Imperfect Perfection." (Read the rest of em too, darn you.) Comments always appreciated - the bad AND the good.
I've also put up Chapters 1 and 2 in both "Melody of Tears" and "Purely Magick."
WARNING!!!!: Both "Melody of Tears" and "Purely Magick" are fluffy, squishy romance-type stories. If you don't like that type of story, don't read em!
So there.
Hasta! November 26 Gggr. Argh. Oy. What a week I've had.
First off... HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL! (even though I'm almost 3 days late on that. Shut up.)
I took The Hubby and rugrats to my sister's house for Turkey Day dinner. (You notice I said that I took them. Yeah... it was more along the lines of dragging when it came to The Hubby going. He's SO not social. *sigh*) Dinner was tasty. Got to hang out with my wacky family and be reminded not-so-gently of why I annoy a lot of people. We're a rowdy crew!
Then on Friday, I went Cosmic skating with my sister and her kids - which, by the way, somehow or other I have ended up with 2 new nieces. Not quite sure on how that happened... but as I finally have someone who now calls me "Auntie Robin," I'm not complaining. And, just for clarification... for those of you who are intelligent and don't know what cosmic skating is... allow me to enlighten you. It's dark. You can't see where you're going. And if you're an absolute klutz - like myself - and you happen to fall, it is almost gauranteed that SOMEONE is going to skate over you. Yeah... it wasn't very smart of me to go - especially knowing how accident prone I am. BUT, I went anyway... and - *insert random deity HERE* be praised - I didn't fall. Not ONCE. Course... I had to use one of my newly found nieces for support a couple of times... and I nearly dragged them down with me when I was ABOUT to fall... but my tush never hit the floor. I was proud.
I had fun.
I didn't get home till after midnight.
THEN, on Saturday, The Hubby drug my tired arse out of bed so we could go rock climbing - as we do every Saturday. Oy.
I was tired beyond belief... but I think I did okay. I still climbed my fair share of walls.
Got the calluses to prove it.
And... that's about it. I need to take photos soon, as I've recently dyed the underside of my hair a red'ish color. Actually... my friend Rachel dyed the underside of my hair a red'ish color. BUT... I like it. I've just been a lazy bum lately and I haven't taken any photos.
*shrug*
Deal.
And now... I'm off.
Taa!
 August 09 Orange Birthdays Oy. My days are getting longer, and my nights are getting shorter. Honestly, I never seem to get enough sleep anymore. It stinks.
Well, as some of you might know, my birthday was on July 25th, and I turned 25 years old.
[sarcasm]Yay me.[/sarcasm]
This blog is coming a little over two weeks late... but that can't be helped. I is what I is. And what I is is a lazy bum who couldn't work up the energy to post a blog. Until now. So there.
(Two word. Sentences Rock. Woo Hoo.)
Let's see. About a week or so before my birthday, my husband bought me a lovely gold and white gold watch. Not sure why, but I like gold and white gold/silver together. It's just pretty.
ON my birthday, I got to pick up my daughter from her father's house, and (Big Suprise here) discovered that her step-mom helped her make a birthday card for me. Despite my ever-lasting hatred for the woman, I was still rather impressed. Apparently, she's not entirely heartless as I first thought. I also got a card each from my daughter and my son (bought for them to give to me by The Hubby), and a card from The Hubby himself. Very sweet. There were tears involved. Somewhere along the course of the day, I went over to my friend Rachel's house, where she wished me a wonderful birthday, I got mugged by her children (which I really don't mind because I love them to death), and where she presented me with a hilarious card, 3 yummy smelling candles (because I'm a candle-a-holic and so is she), and some body butter stuff. I also got $50 from my Dad and Step-Mom, and $25 from my grandmother. So, like the selfish beeyotch that I am, I spent it all on ME. ME ME ME ME ME ME. Darn it. Actually, I was threatened with dire consequences if I dared to spend it on anyone BUT myself. So... *shrug* There you have it. I got a book by Nora Roberts that contains the first two stories in the "Night Tales" series, and 4 CD's. "Elephunk," by Black Eyed Peas (which I've decided I don't really like, but three of the songs on the CD are rather catchy), "MmmHmm" by Relient K, "First Impressions of Earth" by The Strokes, and "December Underground" by AFI. I also got a $200 shopping spree at Victoria's Secret On-Line. I'm spoiled, I know. And I love it.
Shut up. Don't rain on my parade, man.
Then this past Monday - that would be August 7th for those of you who aren't looking at a calender - my Mom took me out ALL DAY. It was fantabuliscious. Wanna know what we did? Huh? Huh? Do ya? Do ya?
Am I annoying yet?
OKAY. Moving on. First, we went to this beauty school that's near my mom's house. She had her hair cut, and I had orange streaks put in my hair. (Fear not, I have photos. Will post in a minute.) Then we went to Pei Wei's for lunch - FANTASTIC Chinese food. *drool* After lunch, we went to go see "The Devil Wears Prada," which was a GREAT movie. I like Anne Hathaway anway, and both her and Meryl Streep were hilarious.
I have to add this part - my mom and I are both idiots. Our movie started 4:20. We BOTH looked at our watches and saw 4:40. So we thought that we were late for the movie, but we decided to watch it anyway - thinking we'd probably only miss about the first 10 minutes + previews. No big deal, right? So, my mom was having issues with her knees, so I told her to go on into the theatre and save us seats and I would get our drinks and popcorn and other various goodies. When I got to the theatre, it was about 4:45, my mom was the only one in there, and the movie had not started. So... I went to go ask someone if they would start the movie for us. I met a girl out in the hall who had her broom and what not - she was obviously going in to clean one of the theatres - and told her out dilemma. She called up to the "box" and informed them that our movie had started late. The guy on the other end of the walkie talkie cheekily informed HER that the movie didn't start until 4:20. Beginning to get rather upset by now, I pointed up to the sign above the door of the theatre where it quite plainly said "The Devil Wears Prada: Showing at 4:20" Then I looked at my watch and realized that it was only just NOW turning 4:00. I stood there pointing at the sign and staring at my watch, and just HOPING the floor would open up and swallow me. No such luck. The girl gave me a "What have YOU been smoking" look, while I could quite plainly hear the guy on her walkie talkie laughing uproariously at me. The jerk. Course, my mom busted up laughing at me too, when I told her what our problem was.
I have since then learned to tell time PROPERLY. I hope.
When our movie was over, we went to Target and spent a nice hour or so wondering around and getting into all sorts of mischeif. Mom bought me this really cute green leather'ish backpack/purse. I heart my purse! She got each of the kids an outfit for school, and she bought The Hubby the soundtrack CD of "Walk The Line."
My mom rox my sox.
Well, now that I don't live with her anymore, anyway. She probably says the same thing about me. "You know, I never knew my daughter was a NORMAL human being. She's actually kind of NOT annoying." LOL
And that was my wonderful Orange Birthday experience.
Now, for the photos. (There's lots, cuz I'm a photo whore. Didn't we already establish this?)
Full body - cuz I'm just that schmexy. *insert eye roll HERE*
Orange Ends. (Look close. They're there... honest.)
Back shot. (Mind the bra strap, please.)
There. That is all. Thanks for listening to - or rather, reading about - my random birthday adventures. Loves and Smooches for you all.
  July 28 Random. Yeah... cuz that's new for me. I have decided that there are two things that I want above all else in this world.
1) A MIDI Keyboard that will hook into my PC (they run at about $80 - $120).
2) A proper sound card that will allow me to record Midi Information and turn it into an Audio file. (Depending on the card, those can run anywhere from $25 - $100... or so I've heard.)
Then again... if anyone wants to give me a large sack of cash, that would work just as well, too.
Mmkay? Thanks.
  June 21 I'm a Photo Wh*re I have turned into an irrepressible, unstoppable, completely insane photo wh*re.
Okay, so I've always been one. I haven't had a reason to post oodles and oodles of photos... until NOW!
Actually, I still don't have a very good reason... but it's my blog. SO THERE!
*insert raspberry sound HERE*
Anyway, I decided I wanted to change my hair a bit... give it a bit more kick. I thought I'd try adding a deep brown'ish red to the underside, with a few streaks of the same color running through the top.
Unfortunately for me, it didn't turn out quite that way.
I got pink instead.
Don't ask me how I got pink out of Deep Brown'ish Red... but I did.
So, on with the wh*ring. And photo'ing. And whatever-else'ing.
BEFORE PHOTOS FIRST!
And now, the AFTER photos!
So... there you have it. Be gentle in your comments... my spirit is delicate.
*blows smoke up yer arse*
  June 10 WARNING: Adult Content Okay, so not really. But I got your attention, didn't I? And since you've read THIS far... you might just as well keep on going, yeah?
 So, as I was going about my totally boring and completely monotonous day yesterday, I had a random thought. Where do we get the words that we use in today's language? And some of them, you have to admit, are REALLY snarky words. My favorite example of this is the word "purple." Just LOOK at it, for pity's sake! It's hideous! The color is okay, but trying to SAY the word is like trying to spit out a mouthful cow intestine or something. And, maybe it's just the "u" next to the "r" that has me gak'ing, but it's an ugly word.
When I was in 7th or 8th grade - can't remember which - I had to do a project for my science class about the different types of laundry detergent and their effectiveness... or some such blibber blubber. Detergent. WHAT a word! The whole time I was up there in front of the class delivering my speech, I kept thinking "Who in the HELL came up with the word 'detergent?'"
I mean... honestly. Who comes up with these words that are designed to torment our minds and torture our tongues? I'd like to meet him/her and cram a few choice words down THEIR throat!
As an end to this random bit of nonsense, who can tell me what "floccinaucinihilipilification" means? And yes... it is a real word. And yes... I DO know what it means.
 Also, if anyone else has any random, weird words... let me know. I enjoy snickering over the general stupidity of mankind as a whole.
   May 27 Random Ramblings And yet again, here I stand amidst the debris of yet another uneventful day.
Translation?
I'm bored as fcuk, and there's not a damn thing to do around here. *sigh*
 If I had any doubts before now about whether or not my daughter is REALLY my daughter... all those doubts are GONE. Wiped away without a trace. You see, for those of you who have known me for a while... or at least know OF my escapades and mishaps throughout high school, you'll know that I have broken my left ankle a total of four times. I now have a metal plate and two screws in my left ankle to hold it together. (I set off a lot of metal detectors.) I have also broken every finger at LEAST twice - some more than that, and every toe once. I have also broken my left wrist, and had stress fractures in the tops of my feet.
Do I have a calcium deficiency, you ask?
No, actually, I don't. I have been to numerous doctors, and been tested countless times for that very thing. I do NOT have a calcium deficiency.
The sad truth of the matter is simply this - I am a klutz.
I honestly can not walk and chew gum at the same time - I either STOP chewing the gum so I can walk without tripping, or I stop walking to chew my gum for a moment. It's quite pathetic, if you want to know the truth. I also have a rather annoying tendancy to trip over my own two feet... or to trip over nothing at all.
Anyway, I do have a point to all of this, I assure you.
And here it is - my daughter is also a klutz.
She hasn't yet broken anything... praise God, or Buddha, or the Flying Spaghetti Monster with His Noodly Appendage, or whatever other random deity you may happen to believe in.
On Thursday, both of my rats were jumping on the couches - which is not allowed anyway, so they were in trouble for that. But not ONLY were they just JUMPING on the couches... they were jumping from one couch to another.
My girl rat - being the klutz that she is - missed the second couch and bashed her mouth aginst the arm rest.
She ripped the inside of her bottom lip, and tore that piece of skin that connects her upper lip to her gums.
What was her brother doing while she's bleeding all over my living room carpet, you ask?
Standing there. Staring at her.
*sigh*
Anyway... she's okay now. Took us a while to calm her down and convince her that she was, in fact, NOT dying - despite the appearance of blood.
The moral of the story?
Don't have children. Their blood will stain your carpets.
 And in other news, I am still being grumpy with my PC, and vacilliating between random bursts of anger and wanting to drown the thing; or being deliriously in love with it because I can begin writing more songs. I still haven't decided which mood to be in. I'll get back to you on that.
For now... I shall leave you with this sage bit of wisdom -
Pizza = LOVE (because it means that I don't have to cook!)
Write that down.
Taa!
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