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Hey all.

I know I've been a crummy blogger. I've recently started taking a Medical Transcription course in a feeble attempt to make a little extra money. I've also started playing Final Fantasy XI. Add on top of that The Husband's knee surgery and that makes for a very busy me.

Laying in bed last night, I had this great blog in my head. How come they never make it to the morning when I can actually write it down? I'm serious. I was thinking, "This will make a great blog!"

Oh well...

Cat Antics

A co worker sent this to me. It isn't funny unless you are a cat owner.

Brave little toaster for President!

I've never really been very active politically. Maybe it's West Wing, maybe it's the latest story on Bush's Holy War on Terror. Usually I vote just to negate my father's vote (I love you dad but...). I've been saying that I'd vote for a toaster to get Bush out of the white house. Up until now, that's been more of a half-serious joke. Today I read a friend's blog and got mad. Just how many people have to die? Americans aren't the only ones either. How many reporters have to be killed....how many civilian workers? How many times do we have to say "Oops! Sorry! My Bad! I thought that camera and microphone was a deadly weapon! Oh well!" It has to stop.

For the first time in my life, I gave my name, telephone number, and address to a political operative. I want Kerry's representatives to call me so I can say I support him. I became a volunteer. If you want to help out and if you want to be associated with me in the effort, visit my volunteer page.

Ahh Capitalism

So, The Husband and I were driving in to work this morning and I pass something I usually pass every morning. A Semi presumably carring caskets, you know, what you lay in for eternity. I respect that we all (for the most part) are going to need one of those at the end of the proverbial road. I accept that someone has to provide them. The thing that gets me about this particular company is that they tried to make it commercial; more so that I think it should be. On the side of their trucks, they have a slogan: X Casket Company, Celebrating the Dignity of Life. That may or may not be true but each time I see that, my mind just adds on: Cashing in on the Inevitability of Death. Yes, it is a service that is needed, but don't try to sloganize it. Just deliver the darn things.

Different soap box...

I work at a university. Universities have certain....environment factors that make them what they are. I am speaking now of the holy of holies for those ladies (not all, I'll admit) coming to college to get their Mrs.. That would be, of course, the Sorority. Yesterday was apparently "Boobs Falling Out Skimpy Dress Day" not to be confused with Monday which is obviously "Boobs Falling Out Strappy Top Day". I refer to the phenomenon where members of a certain sorority all dress alike. I suppose it's so they get a warm fuzzy when they're walking to class and they see another chick wearing black pants and a pink top. I think it's so if they get lost, all they have to do is wander around looking for someone dressed like them and follow them. Eventually they'll get back to the mothership. This past evening must have been some formal or dance or something. We had to come back to campus to pick up The Husband's power supply that he forgot at work. There was a TON of these girls crossing the road paying absolutely no attention to the fact they were blocking traffic. When it came time for us to go, I did rev the engine a little. Seeing as I have Vance and Hines pipes, It had the desired effect. The Husband says he saw one girl jump back on the curb. There's a slogan "Loud Pipes Save Lives". Basically the theory is that since folks apparently can't see a Motorcycle, by god we'll make it so they HEAR it. If Samuel L. Jackson has a Motorcycle, it doesn't have stock pipes.

Our Musical Setup Today Is...

I've had this one rattling around in my head for a while but been to busy to organize my thougts into a coherent post but here goes...

The Husband and I were warming our bikes this morning when The Neighbor's alarm went off....again. I think this guy has it set so that if a gnat flies within 50 feet his alarm goes off. It's not just one of those annoying ones that makes the loud WEEEAHHH noise....OH NO! It SPEAKS! It proclaims: "Intruder! Intruder! Please, step away from the building!" then makes several different types of annoying noises. This has been happening a lot lately. I love it when it happens at 10:00 at night when I'm trying to get to sleep. Really...it's fun.

Another normal occurance is a piece I like to call: Symphony in Barks, Yips, and Howels by The Neighborhood Dogs. I think what happens is someone lets their dog out for the morning tinkle or whatever and it immediately has to know what went on the previous evening. Something someone (I can't remember who) called Pongoing. From the Disney flick 101 Dalmations. We walk outside to head to work and we're surrounded by various doggy voices. There's usually a repeat performance in the afternoon in case you missed the original production.

On another topic. I bought a violin. I can't find someone to teach me how to play the darn thing. I was going to check out this place called Riks Music Garden which proclaims to teach a lot of things including Violin and Voice, both of which I'd like to learn. I find the website. I get excited. I call the number....and find out it's out of service. I stop by. No one is there. I go next door to Riks Music to ask why. They only see folks by appointment. Oh well Rik, you just lost some business. If anyone knows of someone who teaches Voice and/or Violin in my area, send em on.

Cartoon Violence

This is the most truly disturbing thing I've ever seen. Shoo small children (and oversensitive adults) out of the room before watching.

Niftiness abounds

The Husband recently setup a blog for some friends. I've been frequenting it quite a bit lately if only to live vicariously through them. It's interesting what one can "experience" by reading someone else's blog. I read The Husband's all the time but that doesn't really count since he shares all that stuff with me anyway. I read my friends' blog and it's like I almost know what it's like to fly a kite, or sit around with the guys, or be offended.

All three of them are all so...well...eloquent. I just can't write like they can. I feel like, in comparison, I'm just a "Look at me!!" blogger. Should I care? As of now, I've decided not to. I'll just post when I have something interesting to say or add. Who knows. Hopefully someone will read it.

Bunnies

If you haven't seen them yet, you must check out 30 Second Bunnies Theatre. It's fscking hilarious. Be sure to click the bunny at the end of Jaws. The Exorcist is my favorite. I'm going to have to watch Alien over again to get the full appreciation.

MINEMINEMINE!!!!!

The Husband and I spent a wonderful day together the other day. It's amazing how something as simple as snuggling together on the couch can make you feel loved. The intimacy of a touch can convey feelings in a way even looking deep into your SO's eyes and saying a heartfelt "I love you" just can't do. I'm still reeling from the effects of that day. The night after, we were joking and horsing around all evening. I haven't lauged that hard in a long time. It culminated in the funniest experience I have ever lived through. I usually get something to drink and take in into my bathroom so I can take the large number of pills that I have to choke down each night. The Hubby sometimes comes in and mooches some of whatever liquid I have so he can take his pills. I don't know what made me do it but he had a mouth of pills and was on the verge of taking the drink when I started stomping my feet and yelling "MINE MINE MINE!!!" like an angry 3 year old. We laughed so hard we literally cried. He, of course, returned the favor when it was my turn to take my pills: which made it funnier. Two days later we still look at each other and chuckle about that. That, my reader(s), is love. That I can relive that moment with him at a glance...

OK, off the sappy soap box...

(Insert giddy school girl here) I'm going to Paris...I'm going to Paris...pbbbbbbbt! (Remove school girl)

Why, you ask??!!! Why not, I reply!! Seriously folks, half fares It's going to be great. We're going to be the traditional tourists. I've already got 5 books (each with a different map) and a French for Travelers set. I SO can't wait. We leave in November. Hoody!

Moo...

Hil-freaking-larious.

That is all.

Judgement

Why is it that when you do something that is outside of the societial "norm" folks automatically judge you and apply labels as necessary? But when they do the same things themselves, they act as if it's totally normal? I'm so tired of folks that say they are open minded treating me as if I'm some kind of freak because I don't act like a little automoton droid and behave just like someone else. I was fun to hang out with yesterday but they find out I have a tattoo and ride a bike and suddently I'm part of the "bad element"? I'm exactly the same person I was yesterday. I've had this tattoo for a year and I've been riding for a month now. I didn't wake up this morning and decide "Oh, I suppose I should behave differently now since I don't fit the mold of suburban housewives in my area". Why does different automatically equal bad? Folks never take the time to LEARN about what they are automatically labeling as bad. They just say "Well, my buddy/parent/spouse/relative/personal hero says people who do that are bad therefore I will treat them that way". What a cop out. It really hacks me off.

In other news...I've reached a new low (weight wise smart alec) at 200.2 YAY! Let me tell you there will be a party when I get under 200. I haven't been under 200 pounds since I was in high school. It's a good feeling.

Low carb is guuuud.

So, I've fought the proverbial weight battle that too many women fight. In the effort to reach the ideal that the general public thinks that all women should fit. I tried Weight Watchers, ediets, and good old fashioned will power. None worked. I was so frustrated. I had resigned myself to being overweight, even if only slightly. Then we tried the whole Low Carb thing. The first two weeks were hard, very hard, but the payoff is so worth it. I finally got over the addiction to sugars and all those cravings. I started at 225 pounds. This morning I weighed in at 201.6. Oh yeah baby. Feeling good.

The most fun you can have with your clothes on

The Husband and I went on a 70 mile ride yesterday with a friend from work. Let me tell you, it was an absolute blast. I used to be a bit skittish about turns but no more. We went to Norris Dam (insert string of puns keyed off the word Dam). The road there was a bunch of curves and switchbacks. I LOVED it. I hope to do it next weekend (If we can convince him to go again).

A friend of mine started a blog so I thought I would get back into blogging. I've been so busy but I suppose I could have made time to blog. So much in my life has changed. I just don't feel like the same person that I was when I started this. Oh well. Things change right? How The Husband finds the time to blog several times a day is beyond me. I suppose if he can do it so can I.

I guess I'm just tired of not being able to say what I want to say for fear of people judging me or using my comments against me. I assume that people that I work with read this (even if they don't) and as a result, I can't say some things I want to say. The Husband ends up having to listen to my day's complaining in the car on the way home. He's a good sport.

My birthday is coming up and folks are asking me what I want. I honestly don't know what I want. I mean, I have a TON of things on my wish list at CruiserCustomizing.com but that stuff is so expensive. I tell ya what, if you just HAVE to do something for me on my birthday, Head down to your local homeless or battered women's shelter and donate some of your time. They always need someone to do SOMETHING. It may be little to you but It'll do worlds of good for them.

Aww...Kitty

The Husband and I went to see Shrek 2 this weekend. Let me tell you folks, I think it's better than the first one. I laughed so hard I almost wet myself. Puss in Boots has to be my favorite character. He's my wallpaper now.

I got my new motorcycle out this weekend. The guy I bought it from came over and gave me some lessons. It is really like riding a 400 pound bicycle. I did have some problems going straight. I managed to get that worked out though just in time for it to run out of gas. Oh and all the starting and stopping managed to kill the battery too. Luckily, Wal-Mart sells chargers. One plug, some creative tool linking (of course it's metric...and needs an extender ARGH!) and a few hours later, good as new. On the up side, I've gotten good and taking the seat on and off. I love it. I can't even really ride it yet but I love it. I'm taking suggestions for names. It's red but I don't want anything as cliche "Cherry" (which suggests something virginal, which is 180 degrees OPPOSITE of the point) or "Big Red". Naw, I want something classy, with style. Right now, I'm calling it "Baby" since it is my baby.

Also, today is The Husband's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Standard movie plot #4

So...Another beautiful blog eaten by microsoft. I hate IE, really I do. Here is my feeble attempt to recreate that moment in blogging history:

The Husband and I went to see Kill Bill, Vol. 2. While it wasn't 2 hours of my life I'll never get back, it wasn't as good as I wanted it to be. It was obvious how the movie was going to play out. While there were some scenes that were very good (The grave scene that was audio only for one) I really was disappointed that I paid to sit in a big room with a bunch of strangers (running the risk of dealing with ringing cellphones, screaming children, and having my shoes stuck to the floor by some unknown substance). I had to sit through 20 minutes of commercials and previews (By the way, the audio didn't work so I didn't even get to HEAR said commercials and previews) to see a movie that I was underwhelmed at. Atkins forbids the beverage and Over-buttered popcorn combo (who would want to pay for that after paying to get in in the first place anyway?) So, what's the point? Have Netflix, have 56'' TV, have surround sound, will travel.

I get to sit at home, skip the previews and commercials (can't seem to bypass those nasty FBI warnings though) and get right to the movie. I can pause it any time I want for snack runs, bathroom breaks, or to extract a cat from the drapes. All without missing one action-packed moment. The best thing is, as soon as I realize that the movie sucks, I can get up, put it back in it's nifty postage-paid envelope and march it right out to the mailbox. Then I haven't lost 2 hours of my life.

In other news: I was poking around, reading my comics and what do I discover? Uma Thurman's Martial Arts Double is one of the Ninjai Gang. They even interviewed her for Black Belt Magazine. There's pictures and everything.