Come DanielSan

This site is too funny. wax on wax off the Hoffster
http://www.waxhoff.com/

Crap, I'm beat

I went to bed at 10pm last night, and as sure as the grass is green, God laughed at me and said Foolish child, you shall not get more than 6 hours sleep, and he saw fit to wake me at 4:18 am, and lying there until 5:30 when my husband's alarm for work went off. I figured, might as well get the hell up, and I have been up, since then. Argh, I also did nothing at all, except goof off on murmurs.com all day. sigh. It was fun though, and relaxing I suppose. I went to Weight Watchers too, and have lost another .6. That doesn't sound like much, but after 8 months, losing 1/2 pound a week is good. So I've lost 31.2 pounds so far, and am inching closer and closer to the 200 lb mark. My ass won't be so fat one day, I swear to God! Even if he wakes me up at 4:18 every day.

I'm so not buying it

Well, I'm not buying anything, cuz this chick is broke, but I just wanted to say it. I'm in a pissed off cranky ass mood today. We had thunder and lightening storms all last night into this morning, and neither of us got much sleep. Fucking Mother nature, it's too early for thunder storms here, the dog shakes like a tweener at a Justin Timberlake concert. I can't be philosophical or merry today. bah!

Ostara was smiling today

It was a beautiful and happy day! Who coudn't love this?

Finally did it.

I worked my ass off this week, and I finally hit a 30lb weight loss. Actually, extremely close to 31 pounds. Still have a long way to go, but slow and sure will do it. So I am celebrating by listening to matt pond PA, dreaming of the 2 tattoos I want, and umm, cleaning my pig sty house. heehee

Here Comes Peter Cottontail

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ETS and Tt conjure up some memories

This is one of my best friends, Peggy. We went to high school together and she was the Maid of Honor at my first wedding. She came home from Washington State to visit all of her family with her husband, Dave, and daughter Alicia. It was great seeing her, and we might be hitting Seattle ( her neck of the woods) next year!

fecking shite

Went to see Arab Strap in Philly last night. All I can say is that I'm so pissed. I'm not a huge fan, hubby swoons, but I really wanted to see the show. So this is my life. The Place is miniscule, maybe 200 people could shove their bodies in there, and since there is not a smoking ban in PA yet,, I would estimate there were 199 people smoking in there. No ventilation, no nuttin, so I was so nauseous I wanted to punch everyone in the throat and wish cancer juju on them. I had to leave after 4 songs. Plus the joys of humanity, there was the 6'4" punker ( complete with black skinny pants, combat boots, Mohawk and obligatory tats that stood n front of us who smelled worse than some dead bodies I've had the pleasure of keeping company with. He also had this obligatory pseudo punker girlfriend who chain smoked and must have been flying high on heroin, cues she would keep snuggling up to him and sticking her face deeply into said pits of rotting flesh. People for feet around were commenting on the odour du noir. Plus, I had these wonderful stick insect females with fingerless macrame gloves behind me who were creaming their Jessica Simpson jeans saying " Isn't he so cute?" ( referring to singer Aidan, who BTW, was fat, scruffy and looked like he hadn't seen the tiles of a shower in some time himself) "Don't you just want o hug him? and they were literally making swooning noises that sounded slightly orgasmic. Luckily I fled into the night and enjoyed walking the streets oh Philadelphia, chatting with some homeless men on a chilly Sunday after midnight. Didn't quite make up for the disappointment of missing the show due to toxic atmosphere, but alas, this is the life o' Hez.
FYI: Opening band, whisper to a Noise- boring, monotnonus, and quite singular, and yeah guys, the little vid screen with bleeping black and white clips didn't help, and although I adore classical instruments mixed with rocky music, the one note violin and drowned out French horn didn't help matters. Neither did the lead singer/keyboardist's habit of sticking his head on the keyboard and looking longily at it like it was a ice cream cone he wanted to lick. LOL. Damn all you cigarette smokers who ruined my night, and have ruined many a night for me, damn you all to hell!

and now, for something completely different...

Just love the cinnabon hair-do, the unrealistic vaginal area, and the ropes holding her legs apart. wasn't the other end very calm and respite? That guy has way too much time on his hands.

God helps those who help themselves..

too bizarre, but cute too.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/twoleggeddog.html

People are strange...

why would someone really want to do this, and besides, the skank had a cesearsarian? She never had to push, that was too hard for her. For those not in the know, some sculptor made this statue of Britney Spears, supposedly giving birt, the end not shown ahs Sean Preston popping out of the canal itself. woohoo, That's the shot I want!

C is really for cookie, and boy was i busy!

Making cookies for Peggy's potluck was fun, though time-consuming, but I like fresh baked goods. Cookie press ahoy!

The signs of the end are nigh.

Here's a handy dandy website I came across. Prepare yourselves for the worst.
http://www.houstonjusticenotwar.org/humour/terrorist_attack/index.asp