The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...
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If I had a billion dollars, I'd give a million to each of my friends and family. I'd have an indoor gym and pool built at my college. I'd pay for teachers aides at my daughter's school. I'd buy every book Nora Roberts ever wrote, and I'd fly to her next book signing so I could tell her thank you for saving my sanity by giving me an escape from reality for a few hours at a time.
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1,000 Shades of Fool
American Girl
Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too
DJGroovySlug
FlyLady.net
He Wrote, She Wrote
I choose not to believe
I Was Just Thinking...
Jill Shalvis
Long and Writing Road
Miss Snark
Passionate Chaos
Pub Rants
Questions Asked, Questions Answered
Running With Quills
Still I Rise
Sublime Vacuity
The Steal-Me Book
Turn the Page
Woodland Rambles
today
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
It started when Ethel woke me up today babbling about fire. I walk downstairs and into a surreal nightmare. My 4yo and 6yo had engaged in a food fight with miniature marshmallows and pringles potato chips. Their reasoning? I quote- "It was a food fight like some kids had on tv." They are grounded from tv for the next two weeks.
There were pastel marshmallows everywhere- livingroom, kitchen, bathroom. Two bags worth. Some of them had teeth marks, leading me to surmise that they were spitting them at one another. In the kitchen there were empty instant oatmeal packets... lots of them. Where was the oatmeal? Good question. Some of it was in a bowl- cooked. Some of it was in the floor- cooked and uncooked both. The remainder, however, was in a plastic bowl in the floor. Said bowl had a large hole melted into it. Yes, my 6yo decided to make me breakfast in bed and almost set the house on fire. George and Ethel were both telling me all about how the bowl was on fire.
I called my mommy. She came over and helped me clean up the mess. While we were cleaning up the downstairs, they decided it would be a good day to clean their toys... and drowned the bathroom upstairs in water and their dad's face wash. They got spanked and sat on the couch for awhile... but when they were allowed to go back upstairs they went back to the bathroom and dumped a bottle of shampoo into the tub so they could slide around in it. Needless to say, they spent the next three hours sitting on the couch while we cleaned. They weren't supposed to talk or anything. Every time one of them complained about sitting there, I reminded them that being bad gets you in trouble, and suggested that next time they behave better.
Soon as Oshu gets home from work I'm leaving and going to sing karaoke with some friends. (Actually, I'll watch them sing and play pool with them. I don't sing in public.)
Oh yeah, almost forgot... somehow marshmallows got into the cd drive on the computer... got the marshmallows out, but it doewsn't work now. Its a good thing it was just the cd drive and not the burner. I told Oshu about it when he called and he isn't exactly happy with them... I think they're going to be the recipient of a very long and unpleasant talk.
On an unrelated note- someone popped onto my yahoo earlier and said his name was Tom. I assumed it was pooklekufr and talked with him for a bit. Turns out it was some 40-something hippy-looking guy (according to his profile, anyway) who found me because I live in the same state as him. Creepy.
Does anyone:
a. use Yahoo?
b. want to chat?
Man that sounds pathetic. Maybe I should just go to bed. Oh well. Offer stands. Still bored. Kids want to watch Thomas and the Magic Railroad. Save me from talking trains and Alec Baldwin. Anybody?
I've spent most of the day trying to think of a good poem (or even a bad one) for the Turd in a Punchbowl meme that DJGroovySlug tagged me with. Still no inspiration.
In the meantime, random information:
Did you know that Toyota was unsuccessful in selling pickup trucks in the US until they redesigned the interior to accomodate ten-gallon cowboy hats?
Update: Inspiration (of a sort) struck.
Turd in a punchbowl,
T.P. in a tree,
Turd in a punchbowl,
Stop accusing me.
Turd in a punchbowl,
Such rude graffiti,
Turd in a punchbowl,
I swear it's not me!
I'll tag Ugapeach, InMyLife, and MizLiciouss.
Yeah, I know, it isn't Mother's Day yet- but this is just too good to wait.
Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts,
whether our baptism be that of water or of fears!
Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by
irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking
with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be
taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach
them of charity, mercy and patience.
We women of one country will be too tender of those of another
country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From
the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says "Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance
of justice."
Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons
of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a
great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women,
to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the
means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each
bearing after their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
but of God.
In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a
general congress of women without limit of nationality may be
appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at
the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the
alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement
of international questions, the great and general interests of
peace.Thanks go to Dr. Christine Glaser for passing this around.
Hat tip Urthshu.
Relaxation.
Via Ogre... See Phin for directions. Or play with others.
Sleep deprivation does strange things to me.
I'm sitting here at work, surfing blogs. I get out of my comfy rolling chair to replenish my coffee cup. As I open the fridge to get the little cardboard carton of milk out, I notice the Dr. Pepper languishing, unopened, in the back. I honestly considered how Dr. Pepper would taste in coffee and whether the resulting aditional caffeine intake would be worth the (I'm guessing) unpleasant taste.
When I run out of milk I might try it. (Or maybe I should just get Steve from The Sneeze to try it for me.)
I'll let you know.
Update: Tried it. It tastes like coffee, but with that weird bite that room-temperature Dr. Pepper has. Very odd. My tongue itches now. A lot. I don't recommend it. From now on, I'm going to keep my caffeines separated.
Decided to play with my dang template and ended up messing it all up... and it took me half an hour to figure out what I did. (Forgot a </div> and it wasn't pretty.) Gotta find that HTML book.
Warning: If you don't want to read a complaining, bitchy, expletive-non-deleted post, stop reading now.
Okay, you've been warned. Read at your own risk.
The Setting: International Business Class...
The Problem: The instructor divides us into groups and tells us that each group will be giving a presentation on a subject related to International Business. Then, a few weeks later, he informs us that each group has to write an 8-12 page single-spaced paper. Then he decides to add a powerpoint to the presentation. At this point, he's on everybody's shit list.
Okay, so as if there wasn't enough to do this close to the end of the semester, sure, give us more work. Asshole.
I'm in a group with a pregnant chick who has serious crankiness issues right now, and four guys- one of whom looks so much like my younger brother I find myself wanting to ask him if his mom knew my dad. Cranky pregnant girl and I picked a topic (and asked for the guys input- they didn't care) and created the outline (also asking for the guys input- which they also didn't care about) and divided each section of the outline so they could work on it. We're also doing the intro, the conclusion, the works cited, the powerpoint, and the 'fluffing' and merging of everyone's sections.
We asked for the info by Friday (last Friday). We didn't have anybody's stuff Friday, so we couldn't get together. We rescheduled for this evening. We got one section Saturday, one yesterday, and one at 6 this evening- after I sent out a cranky email requestion the remaining sections. The final guy sent an email saying he couldn't get his part to us until tomorrow. (Argh.) Sooo... she and I are getting together tomorrow night to finish up anything I can't finish tomorrow at work.
I hate group projects. I freaking hate them... there is always someone who doesn't get their stuff in on time, and someone who is an idiot that doesn't understand the assignment (and therefore the work has to be redone by someone else).
Okay, I lied. Guess I didn't use as many expletives as I thought I would. Now I'm going to go check Ethel's room- Oshu told her if she cleaned her room she could play Animal Crossing before bed (and then he went to bed himself because he was exhausted)... which means I have to sit with her while she plays... as if I didn't have anything else to do. Oh well, I have a book to read. Surely sitting here is good enough. (Oshu's rule is that she can only play if there is an adult sitting beside her keeping an eye on her. Drat that man and his rules.)
George and Ethel are bickering again. Must go.
I have this.
are everywhere. Like this lady. Hello? Officer? I think I've been robbed.
Finally! Success! The trackback is installed and working properly.
Okay, I have played with my template off and on for the last two days. At least I'm getting some valuable experience in HTML... (that is what the motime templates are written in, right?). I think I might be learning something. My co-worker at the library gave me a book - but I misplaced it... I'll look for it when I do the post-semester mucking out of all the clutter piles.
Thanks to Pooklekufr for kindly explaining how to "install" trackbacks properly. It needs tested, but I think it works- it looks like it should work. One of these days I'm gonna get brave and create an awesome template from scratch. Probably not until after finals are over, though. 
Okay, I've wasted over an hour now. Time to go sleep. Morning will come early, and my allergy medicine is making me sleepy.
American Girl tagged me with the "If I could be..." meme. IF I'm following it right, she got tagged by Pooklekufr (who answered in rhymes), who got it from Oddybobo (all of whose answers involved the making of scads of money), who got tagged by Ogre (he who created this insanity), who got the idea from Marla Swoffer? (Damn my brain hurts.)
If I could be a farmer, I would finally discover an effective cure for moles, and then I would have beautiful gardens... and be really, really rich- because everybody hates moles, the nasty little rodents.
If I could be a doctor, I would figure out a way to give immunizations that does not involve a needle. Parents everywhere would name their children after me in gratitude. (My own kids would be pissed that I didn't figure it out before they had to get their shots.)
If I could be a chef, I would create fabulous desserts that revolve around gourmet chocolates and other scrumptious ingredients.
If I could be a professor, I would teach literature- but good literature, not the depressing, moralistic, deeply disturbed masterpieces that are so full of hidden meanings, parallels and metaphors that the story is completely obscured- you know, the rubbish they teach in literature courses today. No, I'd teach courses on popular fiction, and its place in our culture.
If I could be a librarian, I would get (more) piercings and tattoos in an attempt to, once and for all, completely disprove the long-held stereotype that librarians are old-maid fuddy-duddys whose favorite word is "Shush". Librarians are a new breed, people! (This is my plan, once I get my Masters in Library Science... heh heh heh.)
If I could be a scientist...
If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician...
If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter...
If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary...
If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect...
If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist...
If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete...
If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an innkeeper...
If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer...
If I could be a llama-rider...
If I could be the oddybobo's man servant. . .
If I could be a moonbat...
If I could be a failed actor gone political...
If I could be an elementary school teacher...
Have fun!
Oh, and I tagged jlhpisces, inmylife, and MizLicious. Hopefully they all prove cooperative!
Update: They are cooperative. You can find MizLicious's answers here. No word yet on who she tagged.
inmylife answered but then deleted her whole blog (was it that bad?)... so maybe we can get her to re-post them at her new blog.
jlhpisces answers can be found here, and she has tagged Rico and One.
I just checked the motime page, and the two most recent posts were two of my favorite bloggers! Jheka and jlhpisces. How is that for nifty coincidences?
From Hamstermotor
The American English Dialect Profiler
Your Linguistic Profile:
70% General American English
15% Dixie
5% Midwestern
5% Yankee
0% Upper Midwestern
And the answers to jlhpisces questions:
What is your favorite word?
Fudgesickles. It replaces favorite curse when George and Ethel are around.
What is your least favorite word?
Crap-ton. I have a friend who says it constantly and I want to shake her every time it comes out of her mouth.
What turns you on?
Muscles, red hair, motorcycles, tattoos, and Sean Connery's accent.
What turns you off?
Hm... I'm not sure I have an off switch. The phrase 'dirty dishes' might be it, though.
What sound do you love?
Silence. I don't hear it often with two kids.
What sound do you hate?
Tattling and joint popping- especially the neck.
What is your favorite curse word?
Fuck. Or bloody frigging hell. It's a toss-up.
What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt?
Librarian. It's what I'm gonna be when I grow up.
What profession would you not like to participate in?
Anything in the medical field. I can't stand to cause people pain.
If Heaven exists, what would you like God to say, when you arrive at the pearly gates?
Oh, wait, it's not your time yet, go back and hang out another couple decades.
The Interview Meme
From Hamstermotor. American Girl. Here are the rules, copied shamelessly from his her blog:
Got this from jlhpisces.
I'm highly immoral. Wow.
| The Cardinal You scored 63% Cardinal, 28% Monk, 26% Lady, and 32% Knight! |
| You are the real power behind the throne. No one dares dispute or refuse you. Which is good because that's how you get things done. You are also, however, completely corrupt and highly immoral. This doesn't bother you in the least as you lounge around your rich comfortable surroundings, reveling in wealth and authority. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test written by KnightlyKnave on Ok Cupid |
At least our former pediatrician seems to be. My friend's little boy had a bad cough and a runny nose. He also has bad asthma- inhaler twice a day and all that fun stuff. Dr. Wacko said his lungs were clear and it was allergies. He gets home, starts running a fever, so the next day his mom called the office again around 2:30 in the afternoon. Nobody called her back until the next morning. She took him back down, his chest still 'sounded fine'... but Dr. Wacko ordered chest x-rays anyway. Turns out he has pneumonia in his left lung, plus an ear infection that seems to have developed in two days. (I know, that does happen- George was the king of ear infections.) Poor little boy, he's only 2 1/2 and he's a sick puppy. He isn't eating anything, he isn't playing... he's miserable and whiny. They already had a call in to insurance to get doctor's switched, but it takes 45 - 60 days to process... so she's stuck with Dr. Wacko for a few more weeks.
