Someone wants to be my friend

and I don't want to be his friend.

I wish he'd get off my laptop.

Flies are icky.

I wish he'd hold still so I can squash him.

He'll stay still for a picture. Go figure.

How come if you go at a fly who is on your laptop screen he'll fly away quick as a cricket... but if you put your cursor underneath him he won't move? Can flies not see things that are on my laptop screen and they are only able to see my hand coming at them in a murderous rampage type fashion? I think its silly. Don't they have like a million eyes or something like that? They should be able to see under them, too.

I'm mad at this fly.

Thusday Thunks... wet socks, super powers, baby oil and fights

Which is easier to make a model airplane out of and why: a banana peel or a wet sock?
I'm gonna have to go with a wet sock. You could stick toothpicks and wires in the sock to make it more sturdy. I think toothpicks and wires would go right through a banana peel. Plus, bananas are gross.

Your superpower is that you smell like dandelions whenever someone lies. How will you maintain your secret identity?
Move to the moutains, adopt a cougar, a raccoon and a herd of deer and become a female Grizzly Adams. Won't have to worry about talking to people. Animals don't have the ability to lie.

Create a tagline for a new line of plastic bedsheets.
The most slippery things you will ever sleep on. Just add some baby oil and hang on!

If the Pillsbury Dough Boy got into a fight with Mrs. Butterworth who would win? And would anybody get hurt?
Mrs. Butterworth, of course! Anyone knows that that mama would kick that little puff boys white ass.

Oct 2nd Thursday Thunks

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Wet socks, Fights, superpowers & more!

Sometimes bordem makes us do strange things

why is it that when you photograph yourself, you feel vain?

WW - A dogs life

THursday Thunks v9.25

Welcome to the Thursday Thunks! Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!

This week we will answer:

A simple question. What makes you feel old? That is on my mind today because what makes me feel old is the fact that 14 years ago today I was giving birth for the first time. I was 21 years old.... 14 years ago I was 21. My baby girl that was just 7lbs is now a 14 year old moody teenager. I don't feel old enough to have a 14 year old. Not even close.

.... and tell your friends!


Don't forget to link back to us and visit other's Thursday Thunks and comment!

Sunday Stealing

I had nothing else to do tonight and noticed Kimber, once again, did another meme.... seems that just a couple months ago she was getting pissy at me because she didn't understand what a meme even was. Now she does so many it makes my head spin. So I'm stealing it and doing it.

Cheers to all us thieves!

Sunday Stealing: The "All About Me" Meme

Complete each sentence.

I am: not sure why I'm doing this.

I think: it's probably to get out of making supper tonight.

I know: I'm not hungry and when I'm not hungry I have no desire to cook - even if my family is starving.

I have: taught them all to use the microwave.

I wish: they would use it.

I hate: it when I sit down at this laptop to do something and thats when the dogs decide they want in.

I miss: my bestest friend, Missy, and our morning coffees.

I fear: a lot of stupid thing. Today was falling off the dock at the lake. Like I was going to fall off - but my feet were frozen and I wanted to cry.

I hear: some movie with Jodie Foster playing in the background. The husband is watching it.

I smell: nothing. Because the dogs are outside.

I crave: a cigarette.

I search: I just can't get past Kimber's answer -- I search on Google.

I wonder: what you are wondering about.

I regret: many things, but yet I don't know that I would change them if I could.

I love: my demons, my husband, my bestest friend, my best friend, my other friends (who aren't less important, but they don't have a special name), my family, my pets and my flannel sheets.

I ache: every fricken morning.

I am not: impressed that my demon #1 just pushed a rug across the kitchen.

I believe: that I just taught my child the basic law of noodle cooking. "Do I have to use exactly 6 cups?" Of course not.

I dance: to embarrass my children.

I sing: country songs.

I cry: a lot lately.

I fight: with my demons about stupid things.

I win: ....... I have no answer for this.

I lose: at most fights with the demons.

I never: not wake up in the morning.

I always: wipe after I relieve myself.

I confuse: everyone I come into contact with.

I listen: to my husband snore at night and demon #2 snore from across the house.

I can usually be found: on InsanityCafe or Facebook - phsycially? Sitting right here at my kitchen table.

I am scared: of pretty much everything nowadays.

I need: to pee.

I am happy about: that the demons are cooking their own food now.

I imagine: a world with many golden puppies.

It's a Sunday

I'm sitting here watching the clock tick down until the girls leave for PopTalk/Confirmation Class so I can jump in the shower and get myself ready for church.

Parents have to go to church as a requirement starting this year. Parents should go to church with their children, it's only common sense, but this year the parents have to answer questions - just like the students - about the church service/sermon. I don't know how I feel about that.

Yeah I do. I don't like it. I don't like being told that I HAVE to go to church every Sunday and I sure don't like having "homework" attached to it. While you are in confirmation classes, sure... makes sense. But why the parents? It takes a lot away from the reason you are going to church in the first place, IMO.

I left the Catholic church because of their rules and I fell in love with the Lutheran church because of the laid back, welcoming feel when you walk in the door. I never felt welcomed at a Catholic church like I do at ours. But now? Now all of a sudden there is this obligation attached to going and I don't like that. I want to go because I want to go... not because someone tells me I have to go so I can answer questions so my children can be confirmed.

I just think it's wrong. It's like having to pass some graduation test so my child can graduate from high school.

Me & a candy bar - my Thursday Thunk

Ok did anyone expect me NOT to say what I'm about to say?

I'd be a Peanut Butter Cup, of course!

Not just because I love them to the point that they have become a necessity in life, but because ... well, once you know me, like a PBCup... I become a necessity in your life. Could you imagine a world with no PBCups? Ask those who know me & love me what a world would be like without me.

You'll get the same answer.

Peanut Butter & chocolate go together in many different ways - as I do. I can get along with a variety of personality types. (maybe I'm a variety of personality types)

Best of all.. delicious. Which I am. I am just a delicious part of anyone's life. A must have.... an addiction of sorts. I'm perfect anytime of year, any month, any time of day. In the morning I'm the best - with a cup of coffee of course. Mornings are WONDERFUL times of the day! I'm great in the afternoon and perfect as a bedtime snack.

I'm also very full of myself, which is what happens when PBCups are around - I fill up on them!



*note: I am usually not full of myself... or so vain. Only in extreme silly moods, which now is one of those times.

Thursday Thunks v9.18 - Candy Bars & You

Welcome to the Thursday Thunks! Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!

This week we will think about:

Candy Bars and you.

Think of yourself... then think of a candy bar. What comes to mind? Is it all chocolate? Is it sweet? Salty? If you had to describe yourself & your personality by creating a "you" candy bar, what would it be?

Then tell us.....

.... and tell your friends! And....don't forget to link back to us and visit other's Thursday Thunks and comment! (thats the most important part, afterall.)

Dirty Sinks & Flushing Toilets

This morning my face just felt like it needed a good washing. This is something I usually do at night, but this morning I just wanted a clean face. So I went into the bathroom, let Serena drink for a little bit and finally got tired of waiting for her to get that perfect drip to drink to satisfy her feline OCD and I turned the water on hot.

Funny how fast a cat will jump off a counter when their head gets soaked.

I splash hot water on my face.. opens up the pores, you know. It's funny, I always think of a sauna when I wash my face. It's like it's my reminder on what to use - hot or cold. So I wet my face down and grab Demon #2's "Morning Burst" facial cleanser. Morning Burst - everyone can use one of those, right? I lather it up and start rubbing it all over my face. Soap near my eyes doesn't bother me so I'm rubbing it into my eyebrows and all over. Maybe it's an art form, but I can accomplish this without getting any in my eyes. I'm doing this as I'm looking at my horrid reflection in the mirror. When did my eyes get so... sunken in? Must have been somewhere between the birth of the 1st & 2nd demon.

So I'm looking in the mirror and I look down.

A washcloth that needs to be washed.

The sink is dirty. And full of bubbles. If it can clean my face it can clean the sink, right?

So I grab the washcloth and start wiping out the sink. I don't know how we get this brown film behind the faucet, but we do. I don't have any now because I cleaned it off. Yuck. Then I notice the dried toothpaste on the counter. Doesn't anyone see the toothpaste fall off the toothbrush? I suppose it's just like the slippers that are right now laying in the middle of the kitchen... Mom will take care of it.

So I clean off the toothpaste that's dried... really dried to the counter. This actually needs a fingernail to get all of it off. Yuck. Must have been there for days. As I'm doing this I look over and see all the hair that's accumulating in the corners of the counter. No, it's not pet hair. It's human hair. I handed down a wonderful gene to the demons - thick and constant shedding hair. I wipe off all of the counter. All clean. Wow. I've accomplished quite a bit before 7:30 in the morning!

I turn around and see the toilet. Ahhh yes, that hasn't been cleaned in a week so I grab the cleaner from under the sink and start squirting it into the toilet. I turn around to grab the toilet brush - those things are actually really disgusting when you think about it, you know that? I reach down ------

OUCH!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! WHY ARE MY EYES BURNING????

Ooops. I was washing my face, wasn't I... and I sorta got sidetracked and forgot to rinse the soap off my face. It's now found its way into my right eye and is burning like a ******-******!!! I rinse it off quick and so one of those hand-as-a-cup-of-water eye washing tricks, dry my face off as Demon #1 comes into the bathroom. I go out and grab my now-cold cup of coffee. I dump the cold coffee and get myself a nice hot refill.

Then I hear it....

The toilet bowl cleaner is flushed down the toilet.

My bathroom counter & sink is clean, though.

And so is my face.

Wordless Wednesday - the first fall leaves (leaves that fall?)