Thursday, July 31, 2008

Thursday Thunks Version 7.31 - My answers

I'm going to tackle my own Thursday Thunk... all the letters of my name (mixed up) used to describe myself.

Really good at doing nothing. It's an art form... everyone should try it.
Loves animals. Thats sorta obvious though, isn't it?
Loves her children. Ok, I guess I'll throw them in too. I do love them. But don't tell them that.
Learned how to play pool before I started school... in a bar. Cool fact, huh?
Exceptional. In what, who knows! LOL
Early riser. Hate to waste the day.
Even though I might sound like a bitch, I'm really not.
Enough with the E's already! I'm not very patient....
Kind hearted... probably to a fault.
Necro... oops. Nevermind on that one. Nuts. Thats my REAL answer!
Bears. I collect them. Not real ones, though.
Peanut Butter!!! I LOVE peanut butter. Peanut Butter cups, peanut butter over ice cream, peanut butter flavored ice cream....
Home. I love home... there's really no need to leave it. I'm safe within the walls of my home (see "N")
Oh brother. What a hard letter. Brothers... I have 3 of them! (and a sister, but there are no S's in my name, but I didn't use B for brothers either, I used an O because I couldn't think of anything else.)
Nighttime... bad time. It's dark and I can't see in the dark (seriously - from an accident), so when it's nighttime, I'm sleeping!
Always thinking of others. Another fault of mine.

Thursday Thunks Version 7.31 & The Daily Bud

Welcome to the ??? week of Thursday Thunks! I lost count...

This week we will answer:
Take each letter in your first name and last name... mix them up because this is the internet and we don't want people finding you and stalking you... take each letter and give a description of yourself.

.... and tell your friends!

and for your Daily Bud viewing pleasure....

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Daily Bud #7 or something

Don't storms sleep?

So it was 2:30 am and I was sleeping... so were the girls. Trucker was awake making his lunch for work when BOOM! The strangest sounding thunder shook the whole house, the wind picked up INSTANTLY and the rain started pouring in the windows like someone was spraying a hose into the house.
I fly outta bed, take the fan out of our bedroom window, shut it and run my now fully awake, but not happy in the slightest, ass upstairs to get the fan out of Krissy's window. She's awake and already has it all under control. She's bitching she was sleeping really good. Yeah, join the club.
I go downstairs and Taryn is talking to Trucker... it woke her up too. I swear it had to have woken everyone in town up.
So it's 3:30 now... Trucker is off to work, I have 2 girls who are wide awake watching the Flintstones in the living room and every time I almost fall asleep the dog wants to try to go outside again. Wimpy dog doesn't want to get wet. She'll jump in a lake, but she woke piss in the rain.

Makes no sense.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Friday, July 25, 2008

Friday Feast Version7.25

Appetizer: When was the last time you had some bar-b-que?
I guess we have one each time we go out to lake! :)

Soup: How many pairs of cowboy boots do you own?
None. I used to, though, does that count?

Salad: Finish this sentence: Mommas, don't let your babies __________.
drink apple juice. Cannot STAND the smell of puked-up apple juice. Anything else I can handle...

Main Course: Name a song that makes you think of Texas.
Ummm... Yellow Rose of Texas?

Great... now it's stuck in my head.

Dessert: Cowboy hats - Black or White?
Love white. Nothing quite like a man in a white cowboy hat! Yum!

Toby Keith is fricken hot. Double yum.

Trace can make a black hat rock my world, though.....

The Daily Bud #5

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Stinky armpits

My armpits were stinky, so I used some Dove aerosol deodorant so I wouldn't be stinky anymore.

Now I smell good...

... but I keep sneezing.

Thursday Thunks Version 7.24

Welcome to the 8th week of Thursday Thunks!

This week we will answer:
Why do hair shampoo instructions say "Lather. Rinse. Repeat"? If you did this would you ever be able to stop?

Remember it's YOUR choice on what to do with this question! You can answer it with text, pictures... whatever! Be creative - think about it.

.... and tell your friends!

and for today's daily bud...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Daily Bud #4

Shamless Plug #398 - New shop opened!

Just wanted to publicly announce the recent opening of We are in the process of moving here permanently from Our fishing section has reached it's limit (pun intended, of course!) and needed to be moved.... so this is our new home. We are working fast to transfer everything over, but everything will remain over in the old store until the complete transfer (and maybe a little longer, who knows)! will remain opened for all of the other shopping needs such as scrapbooking, parenting gifts, sports & back to school clothes shopping!

So if you are looking for some humorous, fun and clever fishing t-shirts for this upcoming Christmas holiday shopping season... keep us in mind. How about an original fishing hat, cap or sweatshirt? Maybe a long sleeve fishing tee-shirts or a funny fisherman's gift? The Fishing Bowl T-shirts & Gifts has a huge selection of fishing gifts for that fishin' addict on your list.

Perfect gifts for fisherman, Father's Day, Christmas or Birthdays! (need a one-of-a-kind, orginal gift for your groomsmen?)

Don't forget the stickers for the tackle box, the tile coaster for the fishing cabin and most importantly... dress up the kids with their very own children's fishing t-shirts! And women, too. We have a great selection of women's fishing t-shirts - "Of course I fish like a girl"

Yeah, I know that totally sounded like a sales pitch.. but that is exactly what it was meant to be. I sell things, I need to pitch it every now & then. So share the link with friends & family and all that good stuff

(I'm begging you, can't you see that?!?!?!?!)

... don't forget about! It's the place to go for snowmobile t-shirts & junk. (Just ask the husband - his closet is filled with them! He actually got asked the other day if he owns anything that doesn't have a snowmobile on it.)

Wordless Wednesday - Version 7.23

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Our Love Story

Today, which I almost forgot about, is Jason & my 13 year anniversary. I just googled what you are supposed to get for a 13th year and it's lace. Woohooo! Although I'd be much happier with just a Reeses. Yes, I'm a simple person.

Today, like many other days during the year, I sit back and think of how we got to where we are today. We have our very own love story with our very own happy ending! I always joke with the husband that we will never get divorced because I'm sick of getting back together with him.

Sit back and I'll tell you the story...

We met in Jr High, which I suppose was 1985 or something? Nothing really fantastic about those years except he dated my best friend and she broke his young, preteen heart, by breaking up with him. I always have to giggle at that one. Jr High came and went and we entered High School. I'd always had a "thing" for the husband, but why wouldn't I? He was the biker wannabe... long hair, rough looking... he was hot. I started dating a senior our freshman year, but that didn't stop little "incidents" throughout our high school years. There was a party where we got into a make-out session (while the guy I was dating looked on - obviously pissed... yeah, yeah, I was a bad teen). Then a year later somehow he ended up calling me... I don't remember how that came about... but he was in the next town over (where he lived), at a payphone. I invited him over and he needed a ride so he got one from someone, don't remember who. But just before he hung up the phone he said "I love you"... I laughed and said "yeah right".

To this day he says he was trying to tell me something...

We hung out that night for a little while, nothing much. I was dating someone else afterall.

Our senior year was finally there and wouldn't you know? We got nominated by our classmates as "Most Likely To Appear on a Wanted Poster". So we have a pretty picture in the yearbook with me standing next to the guy that just made my heart flutter everytime I saw him...

... which was everyday. Not because we were in a small school, but because our lockers were right next to each other! Oh the horror to have to see him everyday and want him that bad. Ugh.

Then came New Years Eve. I had no plans on how to bring in 1991 because I was pissed off at the guy I was dating. He was 28 (I was 18) and he didn't want to go out with me New Years Eve. I was pissed. I was hanging out with a friend named Tracy, who just happened to be a stepsister to.... yep, my future husband. We are driving around that night, being bored, when we drive down Main Street. "My brothers in the bar" Brakes slammed and we went in. (yes, we were 18 and going to a bar... it's small town Minnesota and it was still that time when you could get away with it... and get away with being served as a teen).

This is where the story gets a little "R-rated".

I walked into the bar, saw him and walked towards him... not knowing what to say to get his attention... so I said the first thing that came to mind. "You wanna get laid?"

I think it was 3 other guys that turned around and said "yes". Luckily, the husband did too. So I took him home with me and... well... yeah, we did. It was the first time, though! In all the years we spent chasing each other, this was the first time. So we did and he left.

The next day he came over because he forgot his lighter (I say he left it on purpose because he never left his lighter anywhere any other time) and we went out to a movie that day... Edward Scissorhands. A few days later I dumped the "old guy" and a few days after that, the husband & I were official.

To shorten the story... we went out until the summer after graduation (he lived with my parents & I for awhile after graduation), broke up. Got back together a month or so later, broke up. (he even threw rocks at my window to wake me up one of the nights we got back together!) Got back together a week or so later, broke up. Then there was the Halloween Blizzard of 1991. He was supposed to call me that night... he never called. I was pissed. I was stubborn, so was he. We didn't talk for weeks. We broke up after that because we are both stubborn.

Hey... who knew he was stranded at a house with no phone? We didn't have cell phones back then, either.

Almost a year later ('92) we hook up again... funny how this one was. I was with some friends and we were in a nearby city. We were driving down the "main drag" when I look over and see a figure... literally an outline of a body standing in a dark parking lot... standing next to a vehicle. I knew just from the way he stood, it was him. We went back to the friends house and spent the night laying in each others arms on the couch. Out of the blue he asks "do you know what one word comes to mind?" and, of course, since I can't read his mind I have no clue. "Mine".

Heart melts on the spot. It's a sloppy, drippy mess instantly.

Ok, shortening again. I was a little messed up in the head at this time and for some reason I wanted to get married. The husband wouldn't so... well... I married someone else. Yeah, like a couple days after the "Mine" day. I was such an idiot. Such a complete idiot.

That was September... by May 1993 I had kicked my ex out of the house because, well, lets just say he wasn't a nice man. I have a scar on my forehead as proof of his undieing love for me.

I was sitting in the house one day that summer when I hear a crotch rocket (one of those misquito sounding motorcycles?). I knew who it was... wait, why would he have one of those? He loves Harleys. Why did I know that was him? I don't know to this day... but I knew instantly that the husband had just driven by my house. (Now, mind you, I lived in a town with a church, a bar and a store.. .and the bar & store where the same place) I got a ride on that bike that day... even though I still didn't understand why it was a Kawasaki and not a Harley.... he took off down the road and then slowed down. I asked him why he slowed down, thats when I found out we were doing over 100mph. I didn't care.. I had my arms around him again.

By fall I had moved in with him... there is some small parts to the story from that summer, but nothing much to put down here... and in December I got pregnant with Demon #1. In September '94 she was born and on this day in '95 we were married.

All we heard from our family and friends that day was "it took you long enough".

There is actually quite a few other small incidents that I could tell you about that make up this story, but I'd be typing forever and you wouldn't want to read it all anyway. Lets just say... when we were apart, somehow something would bring us back together. One of the weird things is how I met this girl, who eventually would become my bestest friend... although I didn't know at the time that she knew the husband.... and that her soon-to-be (now ex) husband was his best friend.

Did you catch that?

And that is why I am sick and tired of getting back together with him. So I told him that when we got married, that was it... we were stuck. No breaking up anymore, I was sick of it.

Happy Anniversary, Honey. Our love story might not be romance novel material, but it's ours. And I treasure ever single moment of it.

The Daily Bud #3

Ya think I have a lily problem? Thats only 2 kinds... I've got more at the front of the house & the other side of the house!
I don't know what it is about lilies....

It would be worse if I could grow daisies.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

The Daily Bud

Ok, I'm gonna start something here. Play along if you want... I guess you can call it a meme, but it's not really.

This morning I went around and took pictures of my flowers (mostly lilies).. all of them seemed to bloom at the same time. I got 7 different pictures and I thought "7 days of flowers"... so, since flowers are blooming, I'm gonna to try to post a picture a day of a flower.

I'll do a linky thing if you would like to share your Daily Buds!

We'll keep this going as long as flowers are blooming!

CameraCritters Version 7.20

I have been really slacking in the picture department lately. I haven't been grabbing my camera and I haven't been participating in memes at all.

Bad girl.

I have a soft spot for the Camera Critters meme, though. I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that it's about my favorite subject in the world - to talk about and to photograph. Nope, nothing at all.

I went and dug back into the files on my computer... that I probably should delete eventually. They are all backed up, afterall. But they are pictures. How can you delete pictures? Even if you have them backed up 3 different times?

Well, I went and dug and found a picture of the Queen Bitch of the house. Serena Rosabella. This is my favorite picture of her... because she doesn't really look like a bitch, she looks like you could actually reach out and pet her without her running away. I can pet her, of course, I have no problems. It's everyone else who can't.

There are people in my life... people who have been in my life for the 9 years that this cat has been alive that swear I am full of it when I tell them I have a shaded-silver persian named Serena. She is a mystery to many... a legend, if you will. The cat nobody sees but yet she sleeps next to me every night.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Thursday Thunks Version 7.17 - my answer

Since Kimber took over my Thursday Thunk, I'd better answer it, huh? And hush, I know it's Friday. Sue me.

She came up with: recurring dreams.
Have you ever had one? What was it about? Why do you think you kept having it?

Whenever I think of recurring dreams I think of bears, sleestaks and stairs. Not always in that order. Actually, never at the same time, either. Ever.

Bears. I think bears are cute. I collect nicknacks of bears. I love teddy bears and I even call my youngest demon "Bear". I'm fascinated by bears... always loved them. I thought Grizzly Addams was the luckiest man in the world because Ben followed him around day after day.

And never tried to eat him.

I dream of bears often. They are stalking the house I'm in (never my own house ... why is that?) and they are bouncing their paws off of the windows and the doors. Trying to get in... trying to get to me. I'm scared to death because... for cripes sake - it's a bear! It's huge and it's snarling and those big ass claw things it has on his paws.. it's gonna have me for breakfast!

I always wake up before they get in... so maybe it's Ben afterall and he just wants to follow me around in my dreams... I never stay sleeping long enough to find out.

Or maybe he's coming to protect me from the sleestaks.

The sleestak dreams came along long before the bear dreams, though, so I suppose Ben isn't trying to save me. Strange thing though, I'm always the age I am while I'm dreaming. I can remember being young in the dreams.. it's been a long time. It's always the same house, the house I was born in. I'm hiding behind my dad's big brown leather recliner and the sleestaks are hissing and coming towards me. I'm trying to be as small as I can so they won't see me, but they do anyway. Then come Enik - the good sleestak - and he takes my hand, we walk out of the house and there is a pylon in my front yard. End of the dream.

Stairs. I always have dreams about stairs. Usually it's in the Jr High school that I went to. There were 4 flights of stairs when I was there (the building is now history and homes sit on the property) but in my dreams there has got to be 10 flights. They never end! And I never can remember which fricken class I'm supposed to be at.

If I knew why I kept having these dreams, I'd figure out a way to quit having them. Maybe I'm just boring and can't come up with any new dream material.. .who knows.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Calling for Help

I am here to cry out for help.

I need a name.

The time has come when InsanityWear T-shirts & Gifts has got to branch out... the fishing section has been evicted from the store. It needs to find it's own home now. It will share some space with the few little camping, duct tape, ATV & hunting designs I have, also. But fishing the theme will be.

But I need a name.

Something catchy (no pun intended....LOL).

Something original.

Something fishy.

I got nothing.

You got an idea? Tell me.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Yeah baby! Which Breed Of Dog Is Most Aggressive?

*snaps her fingers* Yeah baby... TAKE THAT!

sorry... I'm over it now, but you can bet I've got a BIG SMILE on my face!

Citing a study published by Applied Animal Behavior Science, the British newspaper The Daily Telegraph reported that one in five dachshunds has bitten or tried to bite strangers, and one in 12 has shown aggression toward its owners.
Dude! 1 in 5????

Ranking below the dachshund was an even smaller dog, the Chihuahua. According to the newspaper, research found that the tiny breed often snaps at most beings it encounters -- including its owners, strangers and other dogs.

The Jack Russell terrier was third, followed by the Akita and the Australian cattle dog. The pit bull was sixth
, followed by the beagle, the English springer spaniel, the border collie and the German shepherd.
The pit bull just 6th? OMG Why oh why isn't it #1???

The Telegraph reported that researchers said previous studies on canine aggression could have been misleading as most bites from smaller dogs were not reported. According to the researchers, bites from larger dogs were more likely to require medical attention than those from smaller dogs.
Thank you! Seriously, more people need to realize this.

According to the Telegraph, the Rottweiler, which is widely believed to be an aggressive dog, scored average to below average ratings for its hostility toward strangers.

The newspaper reported that some of the lowest scoring breeds for aggression included the Basset hound, golden retriever, Labradors, Siberian huskies and greyhounds.
Saki says; "I could have told you that"

Here's the story link

Now how about we take this Breed Specific Legislation bullshit and shove it up someone's ass. Either that or start banning those damn dachshunds.

I have nothing against dachshunds, btw, so don't anyone come running at me with rawhide bones and beat me. I hate these studies usually, but I like this one because it deals with ALL breeds, not just large breeds.

I tell ya what... I am more worried about Chico the killer Pomeranian biting someone than I am Saki. Saki might break a vein in your leg from the whap of her tail, but she won't bite you.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Thursday Rambles

So I dropped $25 on a month of advertising over at MomBloggers for (thats my store!). It will be interesting to see if I get any sales... much less hits from it. Maybe I just threw $25 out the window, who knows.

Did a RSS feed of the forums to here today, too. Maybe that will bring someone over. Now you can look over to the right side of this page and see if anything we ramble about interests you - then go there and ramble about it yourself. Then play in the arcade because it's the cool thing to do.

The husband called me at 6:30 this morning, got my ass out of bed... I was comfortable, too... to tell me that the cops were on a manhunt for some dude right outside of town at 4am. Helicopters with search lights and everything. I missed all the excitement. Still haven't heard anything else about it though. Gotta remember, I live in a small town - things like this are like government takeover type news.

I guess I didn't miss all the excitement... I had a dream last night that I got married and then realized... shit, I'm already married! So I was trying to figure out how to get unmarried to the 2nd guy before the cops found out.

... the 2nd guy was Jason. It was so fricken weird. Never did figure out who the 1st husband was. I wonder if it was Mel Gibson?

My feet are being warmed up by a golden furry blanket. I knew she'd be good for something.

Why am I doing this? I really don't know.

Strange Thursday.

Thursday Thunks Version 7.10

Welcome to the 6th week of Thursday Thunks!

This week we will answer:
If you knew that every minute of the next 24 hours of your life would be recorded on camera, is there anything you would NOT do that you normally do everyday?

Remember it's YOUR choice on what to do with this question! You can answer it with text, pictures... whatever! Be creative - think about it.

.... and tell your friends!

I'd spend just a little bit more time cleaning my house... just for the cameras, of course.

I would do some major damage on my bladder, too, because who wants a camera watching you pee? I'd skip my shower, too. Every minute, people! I'd make sure I didn't pick my nose, burp or fart and I wouldn't eat with my mouth open.

Not that I do any of that, I'd just make sure I didn't.

I would do really cool crafts with my demons, take them to the library and a nature walk. For the cameras, of course. I want everyone to think know I'm a wonderful mother. I've always wanted to appear to be one of those snapshot moms - a soccer mom type. I could do the soccer mom thing for a day - just for the cameras, of course.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Blenders... Aisle 3

So we have had this Kitchen Aid blender. Got it quite a few years ago, but it still looks brand new (shows how much I use a blender). When we bought it we went with the "better, more expensive" model because it was supposed to crush ice. It never crushed ice decent. My old cheap blender did a better job (which I can't remember what we had! Grrr).
The other night I was making chocolate peanut butter shakes (did you expect anything different?) and Demon #2 wanted to help. Fine. She wanted to mix it. What excitement that is, I don't know, all you do is push a button. She proceeds to do just as I do - push the button and set her hand on top of the blender just in case the cover flies off and busts a hole in the ceiling and sprays chocolate peanut butter ice cream all over the place... safety first, ya know.
All of a sudden something stinks. Oh shit. She's not only setting her hand on top.... she's pushing down on it. Yep. She ground off all the plastic spikey things that make the blender go round and round.
Not her fault... monkey see, monkey do... only she didn't realize mommy-monkey doesn't hold it down, I just set my hand on there out of habit.

So... we need a new blender. The husband thinks we can maybe just get the part but it looks like it would take a brain surgeon to put it in. I'm just going to hunt for a new blender. I never really liked that one anyway.

What do you have? Do you like it? Any you suggest?

Monday, July 07, 2008

Go read this potty mouth

If I could write something like this, I'd be a millionaire. Ok maybe not, because Jenny isn't (I don't think she is... are you, Jenny?)
For moms of daughters... you gotta read this.

I'll give you a tease, but then you gotta go read the rest yourself. I am not going to be responsible for stomach pains and spilled coffee.

......having 3 little girls...I have changed my tampon in front of them more times than not. It's just the way it is. I think of it as a learning experience.

So, we're in the "big stall" and the girls all go potty first, then I start my process.

As I'm doing my business, I hear one of my evil children say...LOUDLY..."Does it hurt when you put it in?".......
Hurry up... go read it!!!

Oh, and check out her golden babies while you are there, too! Give her Maxwell some luvin's, too, his tummy wasn't feeling well :(

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Weekly Winners June 29th - July 5th

a rare shot of Big Boy
a lily in my garden


a rosebud

CameraCritters Version 7.6

I couldn't decide for the Camera Critters meme this week, so you are getting 3 shots! A fish (sunfish) that Demon #2 caught on the 4th of July and Saki.

Having a puppy (yes, she's still a pup! Only 8 months old!) is a lot of work, but it's also a lot of fun. She's still got a lot of discoveries left. Each day she discovers something more.
This past weekend her discovery was - DRAGONFLIES. I was actually trying to get a picture of the dragonflies, but once she caught sight of them there was no chance that I was going to get a decent picture. She kept chasing them and scaring them away!
But if you look close... I did get a picture of one trying to escape from (or is it playing with?) Saki.