If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Submitted by chris.
beware of bitch, most likely
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
QotD: Stupid Human Trick
What is your stupid human trick?
Submitted by Scarlett.
BunnyNose.. its something akin to wiggling the ears except its my nose and I can wiggle it up and down like a bunny.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
QotD: Childhood Frights
What were you afraid of as a child that seems silly to you now?
Submitted by navelgazer.
I was afraid if you sat on the toilet when you flushed it that it would suck you down.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Mr. Coffee, You're Fired!
Only I drink coffee at my house. My husband doesn't drink coffee, and well, if I told you the 6year old and the 3 year old drank coffee you'd worry about my family wouldn't you? Because I'm the sole coffee drinker in this family, and always have been, a friend gave me a Melitta 4-cup coffee maker before I got married. (it was the one you got free with an enrollment in the Gelvalia coffee club) I love that little coffee pot...
Last night I dropped the carafe. It fell on a video box, and then rolled onto the floor and broke. I almost cried. So.. in desperation today I dug out the old Mr Coffee 10 cup pot... *yuck* the coffee just does not taste the same.. i am officially a coffee snob I guess... and at that I'm a Melitta coffee maker snob.
so.. I'm looking on eBay for a new one.. but while I have recounted my sad tale to my Mom and a few other people my Mom and a friend have both thought that they might have an unused 4-cup Melitta from Gevalia in their garage or basement. I figure Murphy's law of eBay will prevail.. if they both have one I will also win the one I'm bidding on, but if they don't either one have one anymore, chances are I will lose the auction in a last minute bidding frenzy. And that will make me very sad.
Monday, November 20, 2006
QotD: Tasty Thanksgiving Treat
What's your favorite Thanksgiving dish?
Submitted by Brennan.
the stuffing, without a doubt.. we only have it at Thanksgiving and Christmas. We don't make it any other time.. and besides its not the same if it isn't cooked in the bird...
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Vox Hunt: Autumn Where I Live
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
I'm reading an interesting book
I'm not quite halfway through it yet, but there are some very valid points in it.. the overall point so far being: If we are the most privileged generations of women in American history, given the most opportunities ever, why are we so unhappy with ourselves. The answer is simple, if womens magazines sell us unhappiness with ourselves then their advertisers can sell us happiness in a jarbottlespashoedresshandbagordietsystem.
I have been thinking about myself.. what I am happy with what I am unhappy with about me... One of the quoted surveys was how many women would give a year of their life to be their ideal weight.... and I thought what if the "deal maker" collects that year just as your child is getting married, or having your first grandchild? I know I'm not my "ideal weight" and guess what... unless I get a personal trainer who makes me literally work my rear off for 8 hours a day....I'm not going to be. The ideal weight for my height is 100-120 lbs.. never going to happen. I worked on a horse farm doing manual labor for 8-12 hours a day in college.. (loved it by the way) and at my smallest i was 124-130lb and I was a thin as I get. I'm not going there ever again.. am I crazed by this thought .. nope.. do I need to lose weight.. yes.. a significant amount. But a healthy amount... if I lose 50 lbs.. I wont be near my "ideal".. but I will be much healthier... and that is what I'm aiming for.
How did I manage not to get caught in the trap? I don't rightly know. The trap caught my sister and my sister in law. We all played with Barbie Dolls.... Well.. when my sister wasn't making me be Ken.. :P And we all grew up in white middle class suburbia. (Peoria mind you not Chicago) What made the difference? I don't know for certain, but I suspect part of the difference has to do with my Dad.... My sister didn't seem to have an interest in anything my Dad did on the weekend home from work, growing up. And my sister and my Dad where at odds all through her teen years... (she would disappear from school functions only to turn up hours late in the company of some boy) There by making my Dad crazy. My sister in law has issues with her father .. abuse , emotional and physical. Both need a man for validation, and need to be skinny.
Sometimes I think I just got lucky, but I know there is more to it than that.
Boy... that train of thought jumped the tracks...
The book.. yes.. in case you are still reading and you actually care. The book also talks about how stress is so hyped. How we are all under such stress like never before and every little thing causes stress in such major and dramatic ways. Like Every generation of American women didn't have stress. Like we should believe the Pioneers who shot wild animals from the doorstep so they wouldn't eat their livestock weren't a little harried and frazzled at the end of the day. Or all the Rosie the riveter's who worried their husbands and brothers wouldn't make it home and left their kids alone to take up jobs in the factories, weren't a little on edge some days? Yeah.. I just had a Moms group meeting where they gave us a stress test... out of 30 I scored 4 or 5.. I'm not stressed... I get some eustress going on in my life.. the good stress that propels you to achieve, but real stress. No, really, none right now. But I don't insist on keeping up with the Joneses, frankly the I have enough to do to take care of my kids, I could not care less what the Joneses are doing. And the history of studying the effects of stress... enlightening, very enlightening.. it deserves a whole post to its self.
At any rate, I'm off to read more about the crap those magazines are trying to feed me. I'll let you know what I think.
I have been thinking about myself.. what I am happy with what I am unhappy with about me... One of the quoted surveys was how many women would give a year of their life to be their ideal weight.... and I thought what if the "deal maker" collects that year just as your child is getting married, or having your first grandchild? I know I'm not my "ideal weight" and guess what... unless I get a personal trainer who makes me literally work my rear off for 8 hours a day....I'm not going to be. The ideal weight for my height is 100-120 lbs.. never going to happen. I worked on a horse farm doing manual labor for 8-12 hours a day in college.. (loved it by the way) and at my smallest i was 124-130lb and I was a thin as I get. I'm not going there ever again.. am I crazed by this thought .. nope.. do I need to lose weight.. yes.. a significant amount. But a healthy amount... if I lose 50 lbs.. I wont be near my "ideal".. but I will be much healthier... and that is what I'm aiming for.
How did I manage not to get caught in the trap? I don't rightly know. The trap caught my sister and my sister in law. We all played with Barbie Dolls.... Well.. when my sister wasn't making me be Ken.. :P And we all grew up in white middle class suburbia. (Peoria mind you not Chicago) What made the difference? I don't know for certain, but I suspect part of the difference has to do with my Dad.... My sister didn't seem to have an interest in anything my Dad did on the weekend home from work, growing up. And my sister and my Dad where at odds all through her teen years... (she would disappear from school functions only to turn up hours late in the company of some boy) There by making my Dad crazy. My sister in law has issues with her father .. abuse , emotional and physical. Both need a man for validation, and need to be skinny.
Sometimes I think I just got lucky, but I know there is more to it than that.
Boy... that train of thought jumped the tracks...
The book.. yes.. in case you are still reading and you actually care. The book also talks about how stress is so hyped. How we are all under such stress like never before and every little thing causes stress in such major and dramatic ways. Like Every generation of American women didn't have stress. Like we should believe the Pioneers who shot wild animals from the doorstep so they wouldn't eat their livestock weren't a little harried and frazzled at the end of the day. Or all the Rosie the riveter's who worried their husbands and brothers wouldn't make it home and left their kids alone to take up jobs in the factories, weren't a little on edge some days? Yeah.. I just had a Moms group meeting where they gave us a stress test... out of 30 I scored 4 or 5.. I'm not stressed... I get some eustress going on in my life.. the good stress that propels you to achieve, but real stress. No, really, none right now. But I don't insist on keeping up with the Joneses, frankly the I have enough to do to take care of my kids, I could not care less what the Joneses are doing. And the history of studying the effects of stress... enlightening, very enlightening.. it deserves a whole post to its self.
At any rate, I'm off to read more about the crap those magazines are trying to feed me. I'll let you know what I think.
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