Wednesday, May 20, 2015

tumblr link


It's been some time hasn't it? Sorry about that.

I've been thinking of trying something a bit different. Trying to do tumblr, it's easier to do, and it's linked up with twitter and from there to facebook.

Has blogging become something of the past? Traded for something faster, smaller, quicker. Twitter replaced by pictures? I do like blogging, I just feel I have nothing worth sharing. That other people would ACTUALLY like to read about. I have no contests, no information, no grand wisdom, no experiments.

This is nothing grand, but it's my piece of the internet and it's falling apart, I'm letting it fall apart. I catalog my life with this little piece of the interwebs, but you'd think it's not meant to be a daily thing, otherwise the readers will get bored. Or is that my own laziness talking?

Laziness or the part of me that doesn't want to be rejected?

Saturday, May 02, 2015


After con and I feel like I lost some friends. Feel like I lost something, but also got permission to make a, not a change, but like a new step.

Whoa, that was really deep. Just kidding, it wasn't deep, it was confusing as hell.

Most my days are spent either in front of my computer watching things, or hanging with my friends. I don't spend much time on the phone, which is sad, I want to talk to my sister, Jennifer, like everyday! EVERYDAY!!!! I wish we lived closer together.

Oh, if you're on FitBit, look me up! I'm trying to get more steps on everyday and could really use the encouragement! I have a couple of girls that encourage me, one of which I've actually met.

We're hoping to purchase our first home in a year or so.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Internet Junkyard #34


·;  I tried to catch some fog.  I mist. 
·;  When chemists die, they barium. 
·;  Jokes about German sausage are the wurst. 
·;  A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is
   now a seasoned veteran. 

·;  I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid.  He says he can stop any time. 
·;  How does Moses make his tea?  Hebrews it. 
·;  I stayed up all night to see where the sun went.  Then it dawned on me. 
·;  This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club,  but I'd never met herbivore. 
·;  I'm reading a book about anti-gravity.  I can't put it down. 
·;  I did a theatrical performance about puns.  It was a play on words . 
·;  They told me I had type A blood, but it was a type-O. 
·;  This dyslexic man walks into a bra . 
·;  I didn't like my beard at first. Then it grew on me. 
·;  When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble. 
·;  What does a clock do when it's hungry?  It goes back four seconds..  
·;  I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me! 
·;  Broken pencils are pointless. 
·;  What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary?  A thesaurus. 
·;  England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool . 
·;  I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest. 
·;  I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx. 
·;  All the toilets in London police stations have been stolen.
   Police say they have nothing to go on. 

·;  I took the job at a bakery because I kneaded dough. 
·;  Velcro - what a rip off! 
·;  Cartoonist found dead in home.  Details are sketchy.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Internet Junkyard #33

Stuttering Cat - as explained by a Grade 4 student

A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students.
 beings are the only animals that stutter," she says.

A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."

The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could
asked the girl to describe the incident.

"Well," she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and
 the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and
before we
 knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!"

"That must've been scary," said the teacher.

"It sure was," said the little girl.

"My kitty raised her back, went 'Ffffff!, Ffffff!, Fffffff,'
 before she could say 'Fuck!,' the Rottweiler ate her!"

The teacher had to leave the room.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Fun Times

As many of you may NOT know, I am in love with the Disney Princess Little Kingdom MagiClip dolls. This doesn't mean I"m strictly an only nice kinda gal. Let me show you:

See? My friend Shay and I did this, it was just for fun. No dolls were actually hurt in the making of this picture. Since I'm Belle, our friend Stormy is Ariel, and Shay is Rapunzel; Shay sent the text with the picture to our friend Stormy: "Why do you want to sacrifice me!"

This has been meant with nothing but laughter. This is not meant to be a disrespect towards Disney in any way shape or form.

That being said, guess who added more fishes to their new tank???? So we have the beta, Karl, and the one tetra, Russel, now we added Dug and Kevin, two more tetras!

Now if you are familiar with the Disney/Pixar movie UP you'll understand their names.

Happy posting!

Thursday, March 12, 2015


I LIVE!!!!

I have pretty much healed up from the mild case of bronchitis. I had cough medicine, antibiotics, and orange phlegm... yah, orange.

This icky sickness has not been fun. Coughing till I couldn't breath, taking steamy showers to loosen up the stuff that was in my chest, coughing said stuff up in said shower, and then taking cough medicine to sleep at night, only to wake up coughing.

But is anyone else kinda concerned about the ORANGE part? Don't know why it bugs me so, but it dose. It's not orange anymore. If I do cough anything up, it's usually so tiny and either clear or white-ish.

Okay, okay, got the gross stuff out of the way.

Sebastian has been such a lover for this, but now he knows how to say "hello". We blame Shay of course, it's something werid, and it's kinda how she says it. It's only when he's trying to find someone. So odd right? So far can't get it on video, but I"ll never stop trying.

OH! We have a new fishy! His name is Russel. For you Disney fans, can you guess what film their names come from? Karl is the beta fish, and Russel is the tiny new guy who Karl doesn't like in his house.

We don't know if we're going to get another Russel so that there are more of them in there or not, but we'll keep you posted if we add a Doug or not.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Internet Junkyard #32

A Fairy Tale

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would
perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.

But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first .

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.

He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.

He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:

What a woman really wants, she to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that
Arthur's life would be spared.

And so it was,
the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?

What would YOU do?

What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?

Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?

Scroll down

The moral is.....

you don't let a woman have her own way....
Things are going to get ugly

Friday, February 20, 2015

Forgetting They're Not Mature

As Sakura-Con comes closer my stress level is getting higher. My response time on emails is soooo bad. I feel terrible! I'm just going nuts! I want to do the best, but at the same time, I want to have fun. I really wish I lived over there, closer!

That was written a few hours before I left to go see my brother, sister-in-law, and nieces and nephew. My husband and I had planned on taking the girls this year to Sakura-Con with us, but with what transpired last night, we will not be doing so.

I went there last night to talk to my brother and sister-in-law about con stuff and what to expect and and other things that needed to be done. Money, cloths, expectations, days we'd be gone. Stuff like that.

Then I moved on to how I'd been getting phone calls about how the girls (mainly the older one) had been dressing less than favorable. Okay, the words were harsh, like slut and whore. They didn't want her to be taken advantaged of and raped or such. I had others who were saying they couldn't even talk to her because they didn't want to be associated with her based on how she was dressed in public. I would tell these people that I was her aunt. No control over how she was dressed. I'm not her mother, I'm not even living in the same house.

And as expected, I was met with less than mature responses. Not nearly as bad as it could have been, but still. I shouldn't have gone over there alone.

What happened next I still feel was my fault. I know they're not mature adults, they have grown up, are of the correct age, have children, have "jobs", have paid taxes, things that we normally would associate with adults, but they are not that. I keep hoping they will be, but they're not.

Somehow the conversation got turned to how the three adults in the room (the oldest was still in the room with us "adults") weren't getting along. And of course, according to them, it's my fault. I was met with my brother turning off NASCAR, standing up, screaming and yelling at me (no telling how many beers he's had) and gesturing with hands. His wife yelled and never made eye contact from the chair. I tried to speak when I was asked why I was so upset, but as usual, and again, don't know why I was expecting an adult conversation, was yelled and screamed at.

So I sat there, crying silently, my niece handing me a box of tissues, I texted a friend to come and get me as soon as I figured out it was going to be nothing but them yelling at me, making it out to be my fault, even tho, and I know this not to be now, it is NOT MY FAULT. They did all this in front of their own child.

My friend was waiting in her car when she heard them yelling and screaming, she came uninvited into the house, saw me trying to leave and helped escorted me from the premises. I have to say, when my brother saw me leaving, he did scream "You're leaving in the middle of this conversation?" and I turned to him, "No, this is not a conversation this is an opportunity that you [gesturing to both of them] had to yell and scream at me." then my friend put her arm around me, slammed the door in my brothers face as he's scream "I'm trying to tell you your worth" or was it "I"m just telling you your worth".

We got a block away, she pulled over and I wept. That's not accurate. I was sobbing, shacking, histarical, and I couldn't even speak. For ten minutes.

My friend took me back to her place, where we all hung out and talked and it made me feel better, Neil came up and got me. He was so livid that I swear he was gripping the steering wheel too tightly. From there, I took a hot shower (already 2 vicoden in, migraine), got into bed, cried  a bit in the shower so I feel asleep fast. I woke up not wanting to wake.

I want to go over and tell the kids that I love them, that I want to be part of their lives, to watch them do and grow, but their parents aren't good for my health, that I can't stand my own brother, and my "cunt-in-law" as we called her last night.

I love those kids so much.


But their parents.