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time for a daily dose of me. you ready?

i have nothing fantastical to report...just some updates regarding certain things.

1.) carpet? it's gone, gone, gone! tharen installed some 'hard wood' laminate and it looks great. we just have to do the finishing on the room transitions and trim, then we're done!

2.) illnesses? well, you heard about jack in the hospital. it took him a few days to recover, but it was a little serious for a bit. given the history of e. coli infections and noro viruses, i'm glad i took him in to see a pediatrician. HOWEVER! jared got sick, only not as bad, and then i did! no wonder, with the amount of puke splatter i had the joy to partake with! i was out of commission for a handful of days and lost 10 pounds that i'm really not interested in finding. it's a good thing, because i needed a little trimming, but that tells you how sick i was for a few days! tharen actually had to stay in from work, and that bites. ...on a side note: i had a few people mention to me that i should feel lucky to have had that help from him. while i do, i can't help to think that the persons' snottiness towards me had more to do with their own wishes for their past lives. of COURSE my husband stayed home. that's how a good family works. pay attention to your own, which could really use the attention. i'm not about to feel guilty for having a good life, so get over yourselves. oh. and not eating chips anymore helps with the whole weight loss thing a lot.

3.) i am still me, and i feel the need to ask: how many digs does somebody get in before i grab my shovel? seriously? get on fixing your own life and personality fails. i'll fix mine. perception rules, so get your head outta your ass, wipe off the asshole attitude, and we'll get along fine. but that's just my opinion, and a bitchy one at that. if i want advice, i'll ask for it. i'm pretty comfortable with my own decision making skills, are you? again. perception rules. oops. i think i've been bitching too long. have you had your eye on the clock instead of being a good friend? i wouldn't time someone's epiphany scale. that's the tip of the ice burg, and seriously rude. wow. i sure am glad this isn't public yet.

4.) tharen's myspace! yay! still workin' away. he chose a name that i've mumbled about our family for years. a suprise for me, but i love it. no, i can't tell you, lol! i wish i could, because all you lovelies would be graced to listen....maybe one day.

5.) tharen's other projects - i haven't spoken much about, but there's the one in the competition i was talking about....seth, the singer and project leader, has asked me to do their myspace as well. now. can we understand why i'm a little hesitant? at first it was a little here, a little there, but now he wants me full on. i told him i'm wary of it, & he'd have to pay me for my services as well as tharen. HE says he's a close, personal friend of the weed fairy, and she pays accordingly. huh. contrary to popular belief, i DO in fact have too much to fill my days already and have squandered it away on the phone and computer too often! SO! everything i should be doing just keeps piling up, because i refuse to give up playing with the boys. i have to curb my phone appetite and go back to not answering the phone all the time....except for VIPs! (you know who YOU are!) but even still...that has to be tamed too, because before you know it, the day is always over!

6.) oh, one more forgotten rant: f.y.i.: talking about voting is NOT discussing politics. once more, i realize that the things people say to me have a lot more to do with their selves than me. fuck off with the righteous asshole shit already, and let's have a conversation like a grown up does.

my window is closing now...i have to go get jack from school, run errands, build on myspace, write a letter, make 4 phone calls, write two bios and compile a resume. fun times....but i like it. oh. then i should work on cleaning this place we need to do all this living in!

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didja see this?

google search "list fox news apologies", and you'll garner 80k hits. huh. jackasses. i have a youtube clip of the fox tv program 'red eye' which is broadcast in the very early morning alongside infomercials for the 'ab energizer' and the 'sweet 70's soul cd', so you KNOW it's good!
here it is :

link to competitive yankee jackassery (youtube) there's a whole gaggle of retards spewing!

oh, but he apologized!

link to somewhat acceptable excuse (if you're a redneck) which was conveyed during a cbc news report.

i don't even get upset with this "journalist" & his peanut gallery panel who are all simply ignorant...lol! gutfeld seems to be an aging loser who couldn't get a show if it wasn't broadcast in the middle of the night on FOX, for cryin' out loud! even americans know that FOXtv is crrrrrrrrrrap, and i'd say the people learned their lesson with bush! (all be it, the 2nd time around...)

[if you'd like to hear this david bowie song, 'i'm afraid of americans', scroll down to turn off my music player first...]



canada's defence minister peter mackay has slammed this dude, and the rest of the uproar is amusing as well. i mean, look at the google hits from today alone! whatta twit! greg gutfeld, i mean. i hate it when bullies use the 'comedy' cap. funny is funny, and we would laugh if it was funny. comedy would be defined as:

1. 1. A dramatic work that is light and often humorous or satirical in tone and that usually contains a happy resolution of the thematic conflict.
   2. The genre made up of such works.
2. A literary or cinematic work of a comic nature or that uses the themes or methods of comedy.
3. Popular entertainment composed of jokes, satire, or humorous performance.
4. The art of composing or performing comedy.
5. A humorous element of life or literature: the human comedy of political campaigns.
6. A humorous occurrence.

uh, greg? not funny. i think this could be just another installment for your comedy of errors, you bill maher wannabe.

whomever needs to do the blessing, get on it! bless that damned country, and let's hope obama seeds some intelligence down south! i'm pretty sure we (north america) won't be entering any more senseless wartime fracas...that is, unless the states try to bamboozle the world's population again.
i'm thinking that's not gonna happen under obama. barack may not be perfect, and i may not be an expert, but i know bullshit, and i calls 'em as i sees 'em.

uh, this would mean that the collective jackass module should remove itself and let the rest of us get on with life. i think...

as ghandi would say:

“Be the change you want to see in the world.”

please oh, please let the blogging gods allow you, sir gutfeld, to stumble upon this humble post. if you happen to find yourself here while cruisin' the net for the 'newest facebook app' or 'best believed excuses file', i'd like to ask: what WAS your intention? heh. did someone forget to do their homework, greg? dummy.

canada's military HAS made contribution to this hellish effort.








i don't support WHY they're there - i support getting everyone the hell home before more people die.
hey, good ol' USofA! what if some country invaded your asses 'cause too many of you are a bunch of war mongering, greedy fucks? not so pleasant, right? get off your stolen horse, america, and let's be friends, shall we?

~peaceout~

p.s. please, please comment at will!

was i that naive?

i just read a new blog from waylon's girl about music. fuck. um, what i have to say: duh.

i really hope she doesn't think she came up with those revelations all on her own....but she is young. painfully young....and i'm sure just making these discoveries. the thing that throws me off is that she's quite snobbish. quite. did i mention that she seems to be quite snobbish? yes, snobbish.

i have difficulty with this one. i have to stay as farrrrrrrrr away as possible while still remaining close. i just may say something i might have to think about regretting. it wouldn't be a nice situation for tharen's singer's girl to be my new whipping post - no matter how much ammo she gives me to use. there's so much already, and i barely know her. janis doesn't like her at all, so that doesn't help. i've told j. that she MUST be appropriate around her and then, if the situation requires, clamp my mouth shut with a bear trap so i don't wind up assaulting the young one with all my lovliness.

it makes me wonder about when i was the young one...i'm sure there's no way i ever could've been deemed annoying, right?....right? probably less annoying than now, anyway.

now, i'm just as right, only crankier.

atrophicious - is that even a word?

i read too fast. that is a problem of mine, only because it leads me to the dreaded 'thinking time' when i've devoured everything readable. i've been getting back into reading actual stories more and more these days now that i have more time alotted for such certain 'luxuries'. i used to read all the time, every day. on the bus, lunchbreaks, morning, evening, and middle of the night. in the tub, passenger seat, park or waiting room....and even though it was usually a book, it didn't have to be. newspapers, online articles, archie comics, or the cereal box. anything and everything - all the time. my mom even used to bug me about having to come right up to me to call me for dinner while i was reading because i didn't hear her calling me! falling asleep was never an option without a book, unless i had something else to tire me out, wink wink.

then, i fell into the land of no sleep whatsoever and couldn't physically read because my eyes were burning and fell out of the reading habit. i just found that the only use for a book in bed after babies was as a pillow. it wasn't for lack of trying, though. i just had too many books that went unfinished because of lack of time or simple concentration at that point in my life. thank goodness that's changing. i really enjoy reading, and it's not something i was happy about giving up. i read almost every baby book out there, but soon enough the knowledge saturates and begins overlapping. i subscribe to my daily regional paper and a couple magazines, but that's not enough. i go through the local newspapers, all my son's school stuff, and still source info online about various topics. still not enough!

i told tharen that i had wanted that new 'twilight' book to read by stephanie meyer. i knew i wanted to read it before seeing the movie, like i usually would, if possible. well smack me like a fish! it was awesome! so awesome that i went right out and bought the second book in the series. and now i'm on the third, waiting for the fourth. i love the way it's written, even though it really is a teenager series! it IS set partly in a high school, but the language and tones would suggest a sophistication satisfactory to an adult audience. note the teen classing as more of a rule against foul language and sex, which i find refreshing. there's simply too much of that getting jammed down our throats incessantly. i think i've mentioned that before.

i must stress: do not get me wrong...i thoroughly enjoy sex, and i think you've heard me swear....i'm just sick of it being everycrazywhere, all the crazytime! i felt that way even before i had kids, so it's not about that. maybe it's the years of having worked 5 feet away from random revolving naked snatches first desensitizing and then repulsing me. maybe it was the anonymity that life assumes aside my opposing need for connection and meaning. i dunno. maybe i'm a bunched up ol' granny, but i don't think so.

whatever shall i do while i'm waiting for the next installment of the 'twilight' series? there will be a time soon when the third book, 'eclipse' is finished and i shall be dreaded to come up with things such as the sadness in some of my realizations.

like that one where i hate the devil's epiphany and joyous revery upon discovery that some of the basic fibres of morality and values seem to have atrophied....leads me to this:

read this book...i have, a few times:

'the tipping point' by malcolm gladwell

http://books.google.com/books?id=MMlxzMNkE_0C&dq=the+tipping+point&printsec=frontcover&source=bn&hl=en&ei=LEavSfz9GonOtQPRuvRz&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=4&ct=result


or at least check out this link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tipping_Point


and finally, answers from the author:

http://www.gladwell.com/tippingpoint/index.html


adios, muchachos
hasta...

sweet, sweet quiet...i love you

it's quiet in here again. jared is napping and jack is over at his friend's house. we were invited too, but i knew i wanted this free time. i really, really, really enjoy my alone time. i used to crank tunes, but now i like it quiet at least for a while, even when the baby isn't here sleeping. if you don't have little boys, you have no idea how constant the frenzied play is or loud it gets. got girlie spawn? squeals aside, you've got it pretty easy until your little miss attitude pants turns into a raging banshee at the tender age of 11. one minute you'll want to cradle her as you snuggle in bed for one of the last few times followed shortly by wanting to brick up the window leaving only 6" holes for fresh air and the doorway to her room with easy food tray access. ensure that phone and computer possession are hers, and she might not even notice. gimme a minute and i'll figure out the bathroom situation....

anyhoo...boys! yeah. they're awesome and i'm glad i have them rather than the all to common hormone bucket syndrome suffered by the female of the species. i'm just not really sure how long this whole autopilot thing is gonna work! lol! at this time i choose not to delve into why i'm positive i got that opinion because of how things were with my own mom. i just don't wanna repeat that, is what i'm sayin'. my own monthly withdraw/attack ebb and flow coupled with my mother's menopausal mania was a treat to endure, holy christ.

*(*this pause was brought to you by a.o.a.d.d*)*
***(*adult onset attention deficit disorder*)***

so. iconoclast, hey? yes, that's a word i like alot. it's kinda how i am most of the time. loosely translated, it means i hate stupid shit and i have an articulate side. it means have a sense of my own ideals and don't parrot popular notions. i live up to what i believe in, as should everyone. if i think something is fundamentally wrong, i've been known to do something about it. through the process of life i've learned that maybe sometimes i could've spoken louder, and sometimes not at all. i've had times where i got too emotionally involved in things that really aren't affecting me and it wound up hurting me instead of solving anything. at one point i thought i should just not care about people anymore. if i wasn't involved with anyone, then i wouldn't know how stupidly their actions were affecting their lives.

Iconoclast

I*con"o*clast\, n. [Gr. e'ikw`n image + ? to break: cf. F. iconoclaste.]1. A breaker or destroyer of images or idols; a determined enemy of idol worship. 2. One who exposes or destroys impositions or shams; one who attacks cherished beliefs; a radical.

Synonyms: critic, dissident, image-breaker, non-conformist, questioner, rebel, revolutionist, sceptic

not long into that, i figured out it was wrong thinking. aside from being human and hard wired for interaction, i have kids who need good people around them. people who make good choices most of the time, and have morals as strong as mine. not identical to mine, but as strong. that's important to me. i just remove characters as i see fit and keep living for the three most important men on the planet. but i'm still an iconoclast in every way i take it to mean. there are also definitions of destroying one's religious symbols. it's not like i would vandalize humanity, burn a cross, or some other cretin-like activity, but i'm also not gonna get into any well deserved debate about a book written by a bunch of guys [read: the bible] unless it's before discussing evolution while we picnic beside a documented 10,000 year old bog that's not too far from my house. believe in what you want, just don't tempt me with ugly. i don't like it and i won't have it.

i wrote some prose once about religion. it starts out...'i don't believe there's not a god', includes the phrases, 'if there IS a god i don't wanna piss him off', and 'the human religion', and ends with, 'i am my own church. welcome to my temple.' somebody once told me that was egotistical, and i couldn't agree more. yeah, i have an ego, why don't you? there's nothing wrong with liking yourself. more people should, and maybe there would be less misplaced pride spinning this carnival ride of a planet.

i've got to get my poop in group now. some quick housework, then off to get jack and the babysitters to bring home. i'll have more time this afternoon to get things done in the basement. i need to get that project overwith before i have an aneurysm, and it's comin'...i can feel it!

bathroom solution:
move her room to one beside a bathroom wall, take said wall down, and complete brick laying procedure. trust me, it'll be easier that way.