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28 novembre 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! 26 novembre 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!
 9 août 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.
  28 juillet 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.
  21 juin 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*
  10 juin 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.
   27 mai 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!
 16 mai GrumpGrumpGrump *stalks in*
Well.
I'm grumpy. BEYOND grumpy. Thouroughly pissed, even.
*sigh*
I've spent the better part of 5 days playing with my Midi studio and creating different parts to go with my song. I had a drum line, a bass line, a sweet string line, some brass and flute things going on... it turned out pretty nicely - if I do say so myself.
But now I can't convert the Midi file to an Audio file.
*throws things*
I watched the tutorial 3 different times... but that didn't help. I've played with settings, reset all my custom settings (and all THAT earned me was more work - had to go back and custom set all the individual tracks. *grumps* ). I'm stumped. I can't seem to figure the durn thing out, and I ran out of patience about 2 days ago.
This blasted thing is tap dancing on my last nerve.
I think I shall attempt to drown my computer. Or murder it with an axe. Or something.
*sigh*
I'm grumpy. Did I mention that?
*stalks out*
 10 mai I DID IT!!!!!WOO FRIGGIN HOO!
I finally did it, ya'll! I wrote and published (sort of) my very first song.
It's not published as in "record deal" or anything, but it's out there on the internet for anyone to listen to and rate. Download, even.
Go here and click on the link that says "Music." You can just listen, or download, if you want. Be sure to open the lyrics, as well, or - I can guarantee you - you won't be able to understand what I'm saying. I don't pronounce my words very well, nor enunciate very well when I sing.
Anyway, I started writing lyrics for my second song... not sure yet how that will turn out, but I've got my fingers crossed.
I'm off now... be sure to take a listen and let me know what you think!
(Oh yeah... the tune is also listed on the left side of my blog - under "Me Stuff." Click on My Tunes and it'll take you to the same page. *grin*)
 EDIT: I am still working with this song. I have finally figured out how to use the f*ing Midi Studio on my PC, so I am now in the process of adding drums, a bass line, and a sweet strings part that I think will pull it all together. Be on the lookout for another post from me when I get this thing together. *grin* 2 mai Dorkishness and WeirdosityOkay, don't get used to this every-day-updating thing. This is NOT going to be the norm. Honest. I refuse to get as sucked into this mess as I did the LAST time I went the whole blogging route. I... just... have some time, at the moment, because the rats are eating lunch. So... yeah.
Some of the new things to be on the lookout for this time round:
* My stories, poems, lyrics, and other nonsense
(The links to these wonderful peices <--- sarsam, by the way ---> can
be found on the left hand side of my blog - under "Me Stuff." You
MAY leave me comments on one, or all, of the chapters/poems/
lyrics as they are each in their own blog page.)
*My tunes
(No, this is NOT like i-Tunes or whatever that thing is. My Tunes
will be where I post the links to the music that I have written.
You - as my wonderful and dear readers - will be able to listen to
my work and give your opinion. Please note - all opinions will be
welcome, and are encouraged. I, however, will be glossing over the
negative opinions and hearing ONLY good things about my work.
This is what I do... it's who I am. Deal.
 [In other words - if you're going to criticize without being constructive about it... don't
bother.])
*The Blinkie Goddess
(Okay, so this one isn't really "new," but I thought I'd add it,
anyway.)
 And thus I find myself in the midst of yet another uneventful day.
Yesterday was rather spectacular. I awoke in the morning to the blisteringly loud sound of my alarm clock, and, bleary-eyed, made my way into the shower to shock myself awake. I downed my usual cup of coffee, and got the rats and myself ready for the day. After seeing my tiny minions off for the school day, I settled in and prepared for a wonderful day of undisturbed rest. My grandmother was set to watch the kids for the afternoon so The Hubby and I could go out for a few hours to celebrate our 2nd Wedding Anniversary. (HINT: This is the part where you stop reading and make a wonderful comment, wishing us a Happy Anniversary. You may come back and continue reading once you are done with your obligatory anniversary comment.
 ) And then, sometime in the afternoon - somewhere between writing my song, playing Horizons, and being snogged senseless - I found myself, rather like Dorothy with her red slippers, at my favorite Mexican Food restaurant of all time. Fajita's. I know... original name. But the food just CAN NOT be beat. Once we were done stuffing our faces and being rather more piggish than normal, we clicked our heels together once again and with a WHOOSH found ourselves at SixShooters - the local pool hall. Fun times.
Today has been spent in meaningless abandonment. I have been an atrociously bad Mommy today, as I have spent the majority of my day in front of the piano, trying desperately to finish my song. (Point of pride here... I'M NEARLY DONE!!! *dances*) I've got the two verses, the first two chorus', and part of the "bridge" done. Now all that's left is to finish the lyrics - as I don't like the first set - and repeat the chorus a last time. Joy.
And now... I'm not sure what I'm off to go do. Since the beginning of this entry, the rats have now finished their lunch and are happily ensconsed in front of the TV for quiet time. I don't want to play Horizons, CAN'T finish my song (darn it), and am not in a particularly cleansing mood. Translation? I'm damn lazy and don't want to do anything.
Perhaps I shall go dance naked in the rain. Since there is no rain here in Arizona today, maybe I'll do a naked rain dance.
 Toodle-oo!
  1 mai Bullet Casings and B.B. Guns First things first - I promised to show ya'll the crispy critter that is my hsuband. So... without further ado... here you are.
Fair warning... in both of these photos, his back is all goopy-looking. That's because I had just finished smearing Aloe Vera gel gunk all over him.
 His whole back. OUCHIE.
Now... ON WITH THE SHOW! Er... um... blog. Yeah... that's it.
(Doing this in chapters because it's just more fun that way.)
Chapter One
Home on the Range
Several weeks ago, the husband and I went out with some friends of ours. We had lovely plans to go to the shooting range and spend a wonderful day doing ADULT things.
Ha Friggin Ha.
All was perfect to begin with. We had a blast playing with guns and seeing how far we could shoot and actually HIT the target (my husband is rather accurate with his AR 15. *struts*). Patches brought along his .22 - which is nothing more than a little pea shooter. Not really for defense, but GREAT to plink at the little paper targets.
Patches also brough along his 9mm Glock, which I was dying to try out. Hubby has a .40 S&W Beretta - which he did NOT take out that day. However, I have shot it, and the damn thing nearly jumped out of my hand. Yeah... THAT was a one-timer. Anyway, Patches' Glock was MUCH easier to hold onto and actually FIRE straight. *drool* I WANT one.So... back to the story... all was fine and dandy until I'm standing there, firing the Glock, and one of the spent casings jumps into my shirt and tries to burn a hole through my skin.
 And if you know anything about guns... you know that the spent shells are HOT. Not just hot, but H.O.T. (I am now going to relay this as though it were a screen play or some such. [And yes, I often talk in parenthases. It's fun. You should try it.
 ])Me: *shooting happily at the target*
The Rest of the Shooting Party: *talking and having a general good time*
Spent Shell Casing: *thinks* "Hrm... I think I shall jump down the shirt of this lovely girl." *jumps*
Me: *screams and jumps around like a neurotic tree frog*
Patches: "Robin, what the *edit* are you doing?"
Husband: *oblivious*
Other Girls: *laughing hysterically at MY expense*
Me: *still screaming and trying to dislodge the offending peice of scalding metal*
The Rest of the Party (minus the husband, who is still oblivious): *stare*
One of the Girls: *whispers* "Um... what's she doing?"
Patches: *shrugs* "I dunno." *walks up to me* "Whatcha doin'?"
Me: *still screaming* "A shell went down my shirt and I can't get it o-o-out!!!" (That hyphenated o-o-out is because I'm hyperventillating at this point and can't get the damn shell out of my shirt.)
Shell Casing: *thinks* "Okay, I'm done torturing the poor girl now. Out I go! WHEE!" *jumps*
Me: *dances around clutching my chest*
Patches: "You know, next time Robin, you might want to just lift the bottom of your shirt up to let the case fall out." *pat pat*
Me: *stare*
Husband: *has now caught on to what is happening* "Robin, are you okay?"
Me: "Yeah, but it feckin hurts!"
Husband: *laughs*
Me: "...Bastard."
Chapter Two Names Can Be Decieving
Once our little escapade at the range was over, we all decided to go back to Patches' apartment for some lunch. Sonic... mmmm *drool* Tasty!
So, Patches and his roomate are lovers of projectile weapons, and sharp, pointy objects. LOTS of fun toys to look at and play with. One of the projectile weapons they have are 2 Air Soft b.b. guns. One that mimicks a Beretta, and one that mimicks a shotgun. They also have this little sticky target that the b.b.'s stick to - and the b.b.'s themselves, if you look at them, just look like little balls of goopy gelly stuff. Yeah. They're not.
The husband picks up the gun that mimicks a beretta.
Husband: *looks at the gun in his hand, then at my leg, back to the gun in his hand*
Me: *obvlious - never realising that my dear, sweet husband would ACTUALLY shoot me*
Husband: *shoots me*
Me: *screaming - AGAIN*
Patches: *stare*
Roomie: "Dude...." *stare*
Me: *still screaming*
Girls: *laughing*
Patches and his Roomie: *shaking their heads*
Husband: *looks up* "What? It can't hurt that bad."
Me: *still screaming and now starting to cry, as it's beginning to feel as though I have a fire on my leg*
Husband: *shoots himself in the leg* "See? That's not so..." *eyes go wide* "Oh! Ouch! That really DOES hurt!"
Me: *is now laughing and crying*
Patches and Roomie: "Dude..." *still shaking their heads*
5 Minutes Later Once I've caught my breath...
Me: You're sleeping on the couch tonight. Bastard.
Epilogue And the moral is...
Moral #1-
Don't give your spouse weapons - even toy weapons. They will be used against you.
Moral #2-
Air Soft b.b.'s are anything BUT air soft. There is nothing air-like about them, and they are DEFINATELY not soft. I can say this from personal experience.
Moral #3-
Shell casings = EVIL. Pure, unadulterated evil.
I had that b.b. welt for two days, and the bruise for nearly a week. I had a perfect circle burn mark on my chest from the shell casing for a little over a week.
Once we left Patches' apartment, we went to go pick our children up from our friends, Rachel and Tim. I told Rachel what had happened, and while she sympathized with me and we made general nonsense of what arses our husbands can be, HER husband was dying on the floor, laughing. At me. Know what he said?
"Man, I wish I'd been there for that!"
I hate him. Bastard.
And now... I'm off to go plan my revenge against the men in my life. Namely my husband and possibly Rachel's huband. My plans so far include borrowing Patches' b.b. gun, some rope, stakes in the ground, and possibly a couple of those large rotating disks to hang the guys from.
*nods happily and toddles off*
30 avril Lobsters and Other Crispy Critters*sigh*
My husband got himself fried today. Severly, deeply, OUCHIE type fried. He went out into the back yard today to pull weeds and do other various outdoor chore-type-things. He stayed out there for nearly 3 hours. Shirtless. Now, mind you, I'm not complaining. What a view... let me tell you. But, the thing is... you just can't DO that in Arizona. Maybe if we lived in Minnesota or something. Perhaps Seattle, where it always rains. But NOT in the desert.
My point?
His back now resembles a lobster. Or a crab. Or whatever type of critter you prefer when it's been boiled, baked, or otherwise crisp-ified.
I took pictures of his "burn line" just to show ya'll what 3 hours in the Arizona sun will do your back. But, unfortunately, he's playing Horizons at the moment, so I can't upload the pics yet. Rest assured, you will get to see my husband in all his Lobsterish glory. Tomorrow. Perhaps.
The moral of this lovely little story?
Don't live in Arizona. It's hot.
Taa!
 26 avril RandomWow. It's been a LONG while since I've done one of these things. Not too sure that this one is going to stick around... but I might as well try it, right? We'll see what happens.
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