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July 4th, 2009

09:10 pm - Note to Self Solarcain spray WILL, in fact, numb your lips beyond usability. Current Mood: amused

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June 15th, 2009

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June 13th, 2009

10:35 pm - Proud As Punch All my babies are now 9th level kyu in Shin Shin Toitsu Aikido. Okay, it might not be 6th dan Steven Segal shite, but it's still damn WIKKID stuff.... In short, they all tested and passed to get their next level of rank in aikido. All 5 of mine, plus 3 of their cousins all tested today. I was so proud of all of them I actually felt like puking all over the dojo. I'd like to point out that my oldest is 11 and my youngest is 4. She's not even in kindergarten yet and she can toss the sensei if she wishes. Kickin ass and takin names... BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA Nah, but I feel a whole to better about things knowing that if it came down to it, my kids CAN defend themselves in a way that isn't gonna get anyone hurt badly. Current Mood: proud

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June 8th, 2009

09:31 am - Learning curve... I figured out the hard way exactly WHY they suggest that you do not disturb momma hamster for the first 10 days.... 1) they're BITCHY 2) they move *FAST* 3) they have very very VERY large teeth. In my defense, I was TRYING to take out the worst of the peed upon wood shavings ( which is suggested that you do so there is lower risk of illness etc) at the part of the cage furthest from her and her nest, but appearantly a 3 foot radius isn't enough for her comfort. Fair warning.... anyone with kids, your kidlet might be getting a hamster for it's b-day/graduating school etc :P Heck, even if you're an adult, lemmie know if you want one. Momma is a long haired black, soft as heck, and the pups WILL be hand raised/hand tamed and good with kids, dogs, cats and pretty much bomb proof. Current Mood: amused

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June 6th, 2009

06:44 am - I don't care who you are snow on the ground on June 6th is fucking FUNNY! BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHHA Current Mood: amused

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June 1st, 2009

09:58 am - Mark It On The Wall, Folks It's a red letter day in my house today.... We're 100% caught up on laundry. Well, the washing and the drying anyway. I'm fairly sure it's reached the mass level to be able to procreate on it's own, because between Friday morning and RIGHT NOW, there has been 23 loads done. Now, kids clothing is smaller, it shouldn't take up THAT much space, even if they wear all their clothing in a single day, so where, when and HOW do we come up with 23 loads in 3 days.... even taking into account we were SERIOUSLY backlogged prior to Friday? Okay, fine, towels and weekly bedding changes, sprinkler running shrapnel, cleaning rags and such account for a portion of it, because really, clean bedding is a must, and we all worked our arses off yesterday getting the house clean from top to bottom ( I know, I'm funny, I actually LIKE giving my kids a clean house to live in) but sheeesh...... Of course, my glee at being caught up will be blown away as soon as kids come home and clean their rooms, creating another load or two, but until 3:45 pm this afternoon, I'm going to bask in the glory only a mother can appriciate in having ALL the laundry baskets empty. *ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* Current Mood: amused

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May 22nd, 2009

02:31 pm - So, in realizing that I am becming insanely cynical and somewhat bitter in regards to humanity as we know it, I've devised a couple of plans. Several actually. 1) I am raising MY children to be more of what we ( as the human race) WANT to see, but how most parents see as a challange to do, and what most other folks see as an impossiblity, or cannot see how to go about making said change. This means that I am raising my kids to be kind, considerate, caring individuals that put others before themselves. My kids see someone in the shopping center parking lot, having troubles loading stuff, they go over and offer to help. Hell, my husband does the same thing, as do I. A friend of theirs needs help with a math problem, they help out. One of my friends can attest to the fac tthat we have gone out and done a $300 grocery shopping FOR them when they were shorted on a paycheque. My kids didn't understand why she cried that night, but when we explaind it to them that she was SO happy that we cared enough to do that for her, the only thing she could do was cry, my 5 year old at the time asked me if it was okay what making her cry made HIM feel good inside. Then he asked me if we could go make someone else cry. 2) I'm systematically and deliberately making a point of doing 1 MAJOR "good deed" a day, and no less than 5 small ones. Small ones: buy the cop behind me in the drive through her coffee or somthing as simple as walking up to a lady who has obviously taken a bit of time to get gussied up and telling her she looks wonderful. Not "wonderful TODAY", just "wonderful".... Big ones: and example, we recently went to the Rock Show in town here, and the ATM was down. The lady behind us offered to pay our entry after we realized we had no cash, and yeah, the ATM was down. Of course, I ended up hitting an ATM elsewhere but by the time I got back, the lady was nowhere to be found. *grumble* A while later, there was a lady with her mother in a wheelchair looking at an amythest point and the mother REALLY wanted this. I mentioned the ATM was down and I saw the light go out of her eyes. This older lady was NOT very functional physically so rather than have her either miss getting the point, or have to load up ( bearing in mind wheelchair and all) and unload just to get cash, I waited for them to leave and asked the merchant if I could buy it FOR her. He smiled and called me sweet, and I paid for it. I walked up to the lady, lifted her very infirm hand, tucked the point under it and laid it back down gently. I told her to enjoy it, make good use of it, allow it to make her smile as much as she could and I walked away. Quickly. I didn't want "thanks" or recognition, I just wanted to make her feel good, and that there was hope for the human race. Hokey, yeah, but it's a good thought. 3) I am also systematically trying to get the world BACK to the barter system. It's working well so far. I'm trading food stuffs for labour on raising chickens, food stuffs for other food stuffs I need like meat, and this is food that would otherwise go in a dumpster because stores WAY over-order and can't move the stuff before it expires. Now, canned stuff doesn't *really* expire, but STORES can't sell it due to govn't regulations. (dumbasses) and the Food Bank uses as much as it can, but there is STILL a gross amount left over that would otherwise be tossed out. I'll trade home canning for massage or a skill for a skill. It just makes sense and it keeps a lot more money out of the hands of people who didn't EARN it... yeah, I'm talking to you, ya freaking Cndn Govn't.... you charge me taxes and you get my money for nothing, screw you... you can't tax me on a chicken. *snort* I'd like to see you TRY. You want your % of that chicken I traded? I'll mail you the left kidney. Here's your cut of my chicken. Since I have made a more solid choice to live this way, I'm less cynical, although I STILL feel like the human race should have imploded by now ( doubt me? Go see www.failblog.org and tell me "stupid" shouldn't have won a LONG time ago) I can see in my own actions and thoughts and feelings that there IS a chance for people, that things CAN change if we try and even if I am fighting a loosing battle, **MY** part of the world is a little bit happier, a little more caring and I'm okay with that. Now, this isn't meant to sound condescending or high falutin' or whatever, this is jsut me putting down MY thoughts, and some self improving thoughts/actions/feelings that apply to ME and mine, not anyone else. As much as I might *like* everyone to jump on the bandwagon, I certainly don't expect anyone to, and give kudos to those who already do. I'm lucky to have friends ( both online and IRL) that have a LOT of the same values and thoughts that I do, and parents in that friend-set that are also raising their kids similarly to me. I sometimes sit and wring my hands together evil genius style and cackle to myself when I am able to SEE what *I* do being passed down the line by way of a good deed, and cackle to myself.. muttering " soon my pretties, soon you will all see it my way".... it amuses me almost as much as seeing a classroom of grade 3ers faces light up when I bring 16lb of strawberries to their classroom for them to devour. ( did that Thur of last week) 25 kids swarming you with hugs and thankyous is one of the bestest things in the world. Knowing that some of those kids got some fruit they might not have had otehrwise and have a full tummy is even better. Believing that the cop I bought a coffee for this morning will carry that " cared about" feeling around the rest of the day and maybe give someone she caught going juuuuuuust over the speed limit a warning instead of a $100 ticket, money they needed for food or a roof leak is WELL worth the $1.39 out of MY pocket. Helping that old lady with her watermelon in the parking lot... takes 2 min of my time, a couple muscles and 5 min of interesting chat from a lady with more life experience than me, and I *know* she didn't hurt herself because noone cared enough to offer help. I know, I sound pedantic and sanctimonious but really, it's the little things that make the biggest differance. And that's my big thought for the week. I'm gonna go make bacon and sausage now. Current Mood: thoughtful

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May 13th, 2009

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May 10th, 2009

09:24 pm - For me and all the Mom's I know..... Before I was a Mom, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom, I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom, I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom. Before I was a Mom, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom ... Current Mood: thankful

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May 7th, 2009

07:41 am - For Those Who Know Me.... This is not only funny as hell, but SOOOOOOOOOOO "me". http://devilspanties.keenspot.com/d/20090501.html Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahaha Current Mood: amused

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April 4th, 2009

05:16 pm - And so after x number of hours spent in various doc offices and care centers, my ankle is NOT broken, although I came within a 3 pounds of pressure/weight of breaking it. As in if my fat ass was 3 lb heavier, I'd have a broken ankle right now. However, downtown Urgent Care WILL NOT so much as give you a freaking Tylonol, instead they'll tell you to follow up with your family doc... HAR HAR. My family doc is closed on weekends. SO, back to the first doc I saw, he was more than happy to drug me up so yay. Mind you, this is the same doc that sent me to Urgent Care with instructions NOT to eat on the way just in case I needed surgury. I'm on rest, ice, compression and elevation... and enough Toradol and Percocet to knock an elephant on it's ass. Hubby is making me dinner, I'm about to be laying down with my friend TV, I'm doped up and in less pain ...... it's all good in the end.... but holy freaking Hel, does this shit hurt. mslynx, darling, I have more sympathy for you now than ever, and I had assloads before now. HUGS Current Mood: sore

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April 3rd, 2009

09:40 pm - It Finally Happened.... 4 years we've had that fucking bahemouth of a "dog" and I FINALLY tripped over it and injured myself. In fine fashion. I actually managed to step down on my ankle, sideways, so think ankle bone touching the floor, on a step DOWN from an upper level, and made my sexy little ankle look like someone shoved a baseball inside the skin. It's THAT swollen. I actually SCREAMED in pain. I haven't done that since the day my leg got cut up with a biiiiig knife. Current Mood: sore

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March 11th, 2009

09:23 pm - And then they gave me a Bokken. (bo-ken) And then tried to teach me samurai sword shit. Seriously. I'm not sure if it's safeer to give me long, heavy, or potentially pointy/sharp objects and teach me how to use them properly, or to not give them to me at all. Current Mood: ecstatic

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March 8th, 2009

09:24 am - Alright... so, this is the shit I'm learning. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aicHsMC6rxM ( crappy vid but you can see a GOOD example in it) When you watch, the Sensei in the black pants ( and no, appearantly they are NOT comfortable to wear) notice that he doesn't strike. He doesn't hit. He just makes the "attackers" fall down until they stop wanting to hurt him. I've started off with the Ki class, which is the equ. of Chinese Tai Chi, as I'm doing the Japanese variation. Then yesterday, they GAVE ME A VERY LARGE STICK!!! No, really. They gave me a stick and are teaching me to use it defensively. *SNORT* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHW1BGRGDeQ the VERY slowed down version of the Jo Kata, but WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! SO I came home and made myself a pretty little stick to practice with because HOLY FAWK IT SO SERIOUSLY FREAKING ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Current Mood: ecstatic

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March 6th, 2009

10:05 am - This made me laugh... A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.' With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.. Dear Dad: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Karon and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad, she's pregnant. Karon said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Karon has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Karon can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren. Love, Your Son John PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home. Current Mood: amused

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February 17th, 2009

06:25 pm - And so passes another loved one... Another one of my sons' chinchillas' passed on today. His little girl. This makes two in the last couple years, and while he is dealing with this one slightly better, it's still hitting him hard. Especially given that she had the stroke/siezure right in front of him while he was cleaning the cage. He held her close and talked to her while she passed, and he refused to let go of her until she was FULLY gone, non-twitching and rigor setting in. He then lovingly wrapped her and bagged her and placed her in the freezer until the ground thaws, at which time we will bury her will full honors beside his beloved Shikikko. I am proud of how my kids deal. They are sad, of course, because it's devistating to loose a pet, but at the same time, it's not a catastrophic event either, because we've not hidden life or death from them. THey know it happens and while it hurts like hell for a time, there are always good things to remember and good things to look forward to. Current Mood: sad

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December 30th, 2008

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December 12th, 2008

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09:25 am - Vindication http://lifestyle.msn.com/your-life/family-parenting/article.aspx?cp-documentid=15775184>1=32001 For those who razzed me, questioned me and were outright confused as to why I flat out REFUSE to allow my children to have/play with/own/watch anything to do with Barbie or Bratz or the like. I want my children to grow up with a HEALTHY view of thier bodies and appearance, and to have a HEALTHY view of what other people look like as well. I refuse to have a daughter who is an anorexic at 12 years old. I refuse to let my sons grow up to think that they need to be dating the 6 foot 4 blonde cheerleader who doesn't weigh more than 80 lb soaking wet. I won't have my daughters thinking that heaping on makeup and wearing short skirts is appropriate. I won't have my sons treating women like idiotic objects meant for nothing more than decoration. When they come out with "Sanitation Engineer" Barbie who is overweight, has acne, short hair, a tattoo, smells like rotton milk and dresses like a human being... then, maybe, I'll think about it. THAT is reality. Instead, they come out with "Tarty" Barbie, who is more suited to your local kink crowd than impressionable young girls. Current Mood: annoyed

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December 8th, 2008

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