About Me

I am beyond vexed that the lottery has not made me a winner. I am not greedy for millions ~my needs are simple: good books, better wine, and a new vehicle.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Tummyaches ahead

Well, the stuffed raccoon has eaten itself into some sort of skeletal stupor...lord knows I won't be far behind. The squishy gummy eyeballs are new to me this year. I may just stick with the Baby Ruths.

Sunday, October 28, 2007


A friend is going to give birth to twins in a couple weeks. So I'm making two afghans. The traditional "blue for boy" one is finished. Still working on the "pink for girl" one. Pay no attention to our saggy, ass-ugly sofa.

Thursday, October 25, 2007


I swear there are razor blades in my throat. I looked and there aren't. It sure feels like it though. Maybe germs wielding thousands of microscopic swords. At the moment the most beautiful phrase in my life is: "Marked Drowsiness May Occur." Please. Now. Nyquil thou art nectar of the Goddess. I wish I could chug it during the day. But then that would make my first week back to work even more confusing for me. More pleasant though. I guess my eyes are okay. Bloodshot but not gloppy. Not sneezing either. Just the damn throat. The Minion has an overnight at a friend's house tomorrow night. I'll be in bed by 6pm if I still feel like death warmed over.

Zoely: If I forget to email you a b-day card Saturday it's because I am stoned out on meds. Happy 40th!

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Severed Head

The Minion is going to tell people we found it in the backyard. I'm sure it will last all of 30 minutes on the Trick or Treat route before my shoddy workmanship comes apart with peanuts and bits strewn on someones lawn.

Murphy's Law

It's been that kind of week ...and it's only Tuesday. I think I have Pink Eye. All the years I worked in childcare, I never caught it; but the crusted shut, red, goopy eyeball this morning makes me think my run has come to an end. It doesn't itch though. But I have had a cold for the last couple days. Fortunately, The Minion has his well-child appointment today, I've have Dr. L. take a look; not that she'll miss it by a mile, as I appear deformed. I have been sucking on Cold-Eeze zinc lozenges and I swear by them. Apparently zinc is a cold germ's worst nightmare. If it is Pink Eye I guess I'll have to throw out my contact lenses. They were my last pair. I'll be stuck wearing the glasses till I can afford to buy new contacts. Which will be sometime in December. Which will really end up being January cause, hey, The Holidays. Maybe Santa or Hanukkah Harry will give me a check to buy lenses.

I started work yesterday. A half day, as mother had an MD appointment; which had been switched to Wednesday. Which nobody told us about. So that was a small eff-up. I really enjoy my job. But I really hate to work. Too bad I can't just work on the days I feel like it. After 5 months off it felt good to do what I do. But I was pining for my freedom at the same time. Lottery. Yes, that is the answer.

I finished the Severed Head that is The Minion's Halloween costume accessory. Using what we already had on hand: A mask, a wig, a plastic bag filled with packing peanuts for stuffing, and a bit of rope sewn into the scalp for holding purposes and voila! A photo will follow. Had to put it in his closet for the night, he didn't want it hanging on his doorknob illuminated by his nightlight.

I had more to impart, but I have no freaking clue what it was. Will put some pretty tree pictures up at some point.

Friday, October 12, 2007

A.C again

Remember my Ann Coulter fear? I just read this article of an interview with her. Granted I should have waitied until I was fully awake and had a cup of coffee in me, but I didn't. And now since I can't think properly I'm unable to comment on her in the way I'd like. But comment really isn't necessary as once again the freakiness that issues from her lips causes me to become speechless, opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

My Favorite Holiday

Here is Death and his 3 year old cousin Pooh last Halloween. Note the blood soaked sash accenting The Minion's shroud. His idea. Unfortunately you cannot see the blood splattered femur clutched in his hand which he would shake in people's faces and declare "I will steal your soul!" Also the shroud has a mesh face covering which makes it possible for him to see out, but we can't see him. I suppose it would be in poor taste to have him dress up like this again for Trick or Treating at the Old Folk's Home where his grandmother is at the moment.