Friday, March 31, 2006

Divine Angel Food Cake Recipe

12 large eggs
1 & 1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 & 1/3 cups superfine sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup cake flour(not self rising)

1) Heat oven to 350 degrees.

2) Separate eggs placing whites in a large bowl. Discard yolks. Let whites warm to room temperature(about 15 minutes).
Add cream of tartar and salt to egg whites.

3)Beat egg whites until frothy. Gradually beat in sugar about 1/3 cup at a time until stiff but glossy peaks form.(About 5-7 minutes) Then beat in vanilla.

4)Fold sifted flour into egg whites in two additions, until incorporated.(DO NOT mix the flour into the white mixture with the electric mixer!!!!! Fold it in with a spatula or spoon!!!!)
Spoon batter into an UNGREASED 10 inch tube pan.(Any pan will do actually- even cupcake pans)

5) Bake at 350 for 35-40 minutes(cupcakes will take less time) until top has risen very high and is lightly browned and cracked.

6) Remove from oven and immediately invert onto a baking sheet or the neck of a bottle.
COOL COMPLETELY. Then remove from pan & slice.

Serves 10
Per Serving:
167 cals
0 g fat
5 g protien
37 g carb
0 g fiber
124 mg sodium
0 mg cholesterol

To make Strawberry Short Cake:

Place a slice or two of Angel food cake on dessert plate. Top with a dollop of Fresh whipped cream OR Cool Whip Topping and then add fresh sliced strawberries.


Fresh strawberries will soon be in season and that means STRAWBERRY SHORT CAKE.

Most people use either pound cake or sponge cake to make their SSC, but I love to make it with Angel Food Cake.

I have a DIVINE recipe for Angel Food Cake and if you would like to have it, let me know and I'll post it on here.

Angel food cake has NO FAT in it.
Angel food cake has only 167 calories and 0 fat grams a slice as compared to 450-800 calories and lots of fat grams for almost any other type cake. Some cakes can even go as high as 1200 cals a slice. (SHUDDER)

Of course if you really want a low fat/low cal treat- there's 0 cals/0 fat grams bit of DUST.

I'd rather have a bit of Cake.
Cake...Yes.......... we all love cake, don't we, luv?


Thursday, March 30, 2006


If you like romance novels be sure to read Jennifer Crusie's BET ME. It sends such a fantastic message to women who are a bit rounder than the "Norm".

Thank you Lois and Cindy for turning me on to this author.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006


Am I the only woman in the world who LOVES the smell of a cigar or a pipe?

That has got to be the most wonderful masculine smells in the world and I LOVE them both! Especially the chocolate or maple scented/flavored Blunts.
Do cigars actually have the TASTE to them or is it just the scent added to them?
I've never smoked one so I haven't a clue.
Guys? Can you enlighten us? I suppose I could ask Paulius and/or my sons- but they're asleep and by the time they wake up I will have forgotten all about asking them.

All my friends seem to think they-(Cigars & Pipes)-stink to high heaven and refuse to let them be smoked in their house. Except Lois. I don't think I know her opinion on cigars and pipes.

And that smokey smell guys get from raking the leaves and then burning them in the yard....another GREAT smell.


Monday, March 27, 2006

I. Have. Had. It!

With those damn animals. Now I know that in a few days I will have gotten over this feeling, but right now I could just do without all the shit from those two animals. Mostly that damn dog.
I REALISE that he's just a puppy. I REALIZE that he will be trained....SOMEDAY.
But right now he is at the 5 year old by human standard age. He is testing us at every turn and it is ROYALLY pissing me off. I work my ass off at work all night and when I come in, I don't mind in the least letting him out to do his business and then putting him up. It's the opening the door and finding the little bastard out of the laundry-room where he is supposed to stay during the night to keep him out of mischief that makes me mad. And the fact that he's up to his rear haunches in the garbage bin which he has turned over and the contents he has strewn all over the kitchen and hallway that has me miffed. All I want to do when I come in is to sit down and relax for a few minutes and unwind , maybe make a piece of toast or have an egg. Instead I have to clean up the kitchen and the hall where he has been "just being a puppy."
I let him out while I am doing this, just to save time, and while I'm cleaning up the refuse, what do I find but a couple of big ole piles of doggie poo. Very fresh and very pungent.
Owwwww- sweet. So much for eating a bite before lying down after going all night with nothing to eat but a sandwich before walking out the door.
So I clean that up as well.

Then I try and get the puppy to come back in so I can FINALLY lie down. He runs to me- then stops about 6 feet from me and lies down- refusing to come any closer and no amount of calling, or gesturing or offering a treat will get him closer. then I resort to speaking gruffly to him... ORDERING him "IN THIS INSTANT"!

He looks at me like" that's gonna happen."
So I go out and try to get my hands on him.

NOT gonna happen.

If I get withing an arms length and two inches of him - he bolts. I try walking, creeping, rushing him- nothing works. This goes on for about 15 minutes. I am ready to leave his little bouffant hair-do furred ass out there and let the stray cats have him for dinner. I come back in and cool off for a few minutes, and then go out and try it again. And finally after about two hours of cleaning up after, calling, and chasing the little bastard I finally wear him out enough that I get my hands on him and bodily haul his fat ass back into the house. Then he has the moxie to go to the cabinet and whine for a treat.

Like THAT'S gonna happen after him running me all over BFE.

He thinks that if he is back inside he gets a treat for BEING inside. I try and explain that no, it's not just BEING inside that he gets rewarded with a treat for- it's him coming when he is CALLED without me having to spend an hour chasing him down AND not turning the trash bin over at all.
He looks at me like I am the doggie poo for disappointing him with no treat.

He also annoys the cat- and in all honesty, the cat annoys him right back when the best thing he could do is to just leave the puppy alone, for Gods Sake.

But no....that would just be wrong. The puppy MUST be taught a lesson and by God, the cat is JUST the being to do it. So they battle back and forth all day long and I am afraid that one of them is going to be hurt very soon, because Buddy is getting BIG and doesn't realise his strength and ,conversely, the cat hasn't really shown Buddy what a REAL cat-fight is or could be.

I don't know who to put the money on either.

I just don't want to have to deal with training the puppy. Paulius has been missing his dog Jake, like crazy and since that puppy showed up and was a stray, I thought it would give Paulius something to keep him occupied and to keep him company while I'm not home and also maybe ease the missing Jake - at least not quite so much. Paulius TOLD me I would have to be involved with the puppys training too, but to be quite honest, if I had known I was going to be THIS involved in the mornings with having to do all this crap(literally) during his training phase, I would have nixed the puppy idea in the bud. I just don't deal with stress well when I first come home from work- nor when it's time for my monthly visit from Aunty Flo. I don't even like humans that much during that time- let alone a pesky little mutt who seriously does things just to see how far he can go without getting in trouble ....and even then he will weigh the reward against the consequences and sometimes (meaning most of the time) he will do the thing anyway- regardless of the punishment. I don't mind being involved in the puppy training- just not first thing in the morning or when dealing with Flo.

It's driving me crazy.

Sometimes Buddy & Padme are sweet and cuddly and I just love them to death. But those times are few and far between right now and I am NOT handling it well at all.

Okay- rant over......for now.

Thanks for letting me vent.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Just Stuff.....

I guess today is going to be one of those random musings days. I am bored out of my skull today. I used to think I could easily become a hermitt-ess, but now I'm not so sure.
My two best friends in the world are busy this weekend- Ronni is a newly-wed and doing stuff newly-weds do.
Lois is off being an event planner and doing what Event Planners do this weekend.
One of my sisters is at work and the other is living way off in BFE so it's not feasible to go visit with them today.
My eldest son is with his family today, my youngest son is working his "event" at his job today, and my daughter is relaxing with her family after a very stressful week at her job as well.
And Paulius is still abed- recovering from a bit of a re-lapse of the stomach bug.
I suppose I could go visit my mom, but I just am not in the mood to listen to her rant about my bros & sisters faults.
I don't know what has gotten into my mom lately, but her attitude is driving me absolutely nuts.
Can't deal with it today.
So here I sit. I've put dinner on . Today we are having a lovely rice dish with Pork Roast Medallions.

Do y'all have a chore that is just the BANE of your existence?
I do- It's called washing dishes.
I HATE doing dishes. This wouldn't be a problem- but Paulius hates doing them as well...(and I always re-rinse them when he does them, which doesn't help matters any).
I swear- I would rather clean the bathroom than wash dishes. Nope- we don't have a dishwasher. Not anymore. It gave up the ghost on us a while ago. I would load the thing- and the dishes would come out looking worse than when they went in. NO JOKE.
We tried everything- cleaning the hoses, cleaning the filter, nothing helped.
My son, who is staying with us, usually does them every day. But he's been away for about three days now and they have sort of multiplied on us during this time. Usually my Sunday routine is to get up, put dinner on, then do a good cleaning, nay, scrubbing of the kitchen. Wiping all the appliances down, the fridge out, moving everything on the counter-tops and cleaning them, then wiping off the cabinets as well. Sweeping, vacuuming(yes, someone thought it would be a grand idea to carpet HALF the kitchen floor. Not the part where the table should it was put down in front of the stove and the sink. Why?????)
So now I have to be very careful about things getting spilled on it, and splashing water from the dishwater, and worst of all, Paulius and I can't have water fights with the sprayer in the kitchen like normal newly-weds do. We have to do it the old fashioned way..water balloons or the hose-pipe outside when we are washing the car. (Which has happened only twice since Paulius and I got married.)
Sigh...Life can be so unfair......
Anyway, I usually do all that and then wash up all the dishes on Sunday mornings while everything is quiet. The when Paulius wakes up, I (or he) make(s) breakfast and we have a nice leisurely meal and chat at the table.
I love our Sunday mornings. It's my favorite part of my week.I hate when things get in the way of them. Like stomach bugs, or getting up later than usual, or appointments.
Sundays should be for R & R and enjoying life.
Don't you think?
Speaking of enjoying life, Paulius' parents are coming over for a visit. I am so looking forward to it! Seriously! It's the first time I will be meeting them face to face since they weren't able to make it for our wedding. We have a web-cam and we have chatted quite a bit over the net, but it's not the same, I think.
Did you know that's how Paulius and I met? Over the internet?
We were pen-pals(he was my mentor when I got a computer and knew absolutely nothing about them)for about 6 months before we ever spoke on the phone. We became great friends before we became a couple. And it was- and IS - amazing.
I wish every couple were as happy as we are.

I told you this was going to be a rambling post, today, now didn't I?

I really haven't had time to do the "The Way My Mind Works" post yet. Give it another couple of weeks, maybe.

That's when the brain will kick into overdrive because I/we will be doing about a hundred things before the in-laws get here.

Uh-oh...I smell the roast in the oven....gotta run check it......

Friday, March 24, 2006

Ice Cream, Anyone?

I love ice-cream.

But have you ever noticed that certain type personalities usually favor the same flavor ice-cream?

If you were an ice-cream what flavor would YOU be?

I have my opinions about all of you and what flavors you would be...and not ONE of you would be plain vanilla!!!
(Strange, I know- but I have a LOT of time on my hands at work some nights and it's the way my mind keeps occupied.)

Me? Funny that- I know what flavors y'all would be, but I've never really pondered MY flavor.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Thursday- Q2, Q3, & Q4........Playing Catch-up.

2) What is the best advice you have ever received?

3) What is something people would be surprised to know about you?

4) What talent do you wish you had been born with?

My answers........
2)Shut up and listen...KNOWLEDGE = POWER. (Nothing has ever been so true.)

3)I am really shy until I get to know a person.(In REAL life, anyway.)

4)The natural ability to play the piano by ear.

Sorry Guys.......Inspiration Beckons

I have had a burst of creativeness(is that a word?) involving my book. So I am working furiously on it to get my ducks in a row before inspiration evaporates.

Also getting ready for my in-laws visit later next month.

I am reading your blog posts and responding as much as possible, tho.

MC & Cindy- good luck on the packing- I know how much is involved with a move and my thoughts are with you.
Good Luck.

Ozzy- I're busy too...done any more re-modeling or repair jobs lately?

Kato- always interesting to see what left-field stuff(for me anyway) you come up with. Naked Names....Jeeze.

Paulius-Last but definitely not least........ Thank you for supporting me and taking care of me during all that's going on right now in our lives.
I couldn't ask for a more perfect loving wonderful understanding husband. You're the best!

Monday, March 20, 2006

Monday- Q1.....

Who is your hero(s)?

Mine......probally JK Rowling. Or Stephen King. Both were close to dead broke when they wrote the novels that put them on the path to fame & fortune.

Now THAT'S something to aspire to.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

It's All About ME.

It was brought to my attention by Ozzy with a comment on my last post that there may be some things y'all don't know about me.

Some of them might surprise you. I don't think there are a hundred to list like some people do, but I can fill you in on the highlights of things you might not know. There are also three "lies" in here so you can decide which are true and which are not. I won't tell you which are the three UN-truths tho. I like to be a woman of mystery.

*I was born a long, long time ago in a little town in South Carolina & I am actually older than you would think from reading my blog posts.
*I only skipped school once in my academic life- and got caught that time- but didn't receive any punishment for it.
*I was almost three years old before I learned to walk or grew any hair, but I managed to climb out of my crib when I was 13 months old and scared the crap out of my mom when she put me back in and told me to show her how I got out.(I levitated, mom).
*I didn't learn to ride a bike til I was 7 years old and wouldn't have done then except my little brother learned to ride one first and was riding MY NEW BLUE bike and that was completely unacceptable.
*I was the female state automotive driving champion in 1970-something and came in 4th in the national competition the same year.
*I know how to work on my own car -unless it involves the carb- or the brakes. I have those done by a pro.
*I love anything having to do with Christmas.
*I was a dancer at one point in my life.
*I love to rock-climb but a fall and a heart condition put a stop to that hobby about 6 years ago.
*I have a certificate in Interior Design.
*I have the title of "Seasonal Marketing Specialist" with a major retail chain. The title was made up especially for me and the job I did decorating stores for the holidays.
*I am an expert marksman with handguns. With Rifles and other long-guns I am about as crap as you can get...well, I'm not as good as Paulius, anyway.
*I can knife fight.
*I know how to use power-tools- and tools that don't have power to them as well -and I can use them ALL almost as well as most men can.
*I have been cooking since the age of 7.
*I love chocolate of any kind but prefer Belgian or bittersweet chocolate.
*I have moved about 50 times in my life already-(and I HATE moving)
*I have been married 6 times.
*My fav movie is Thelma & Louise...or Shawshank Redemption....or Dirty Dancing......or Office Space......or Star Wars.............or.....
*My fav TV series is M.A.S.H.........or Star Trek(any except DSN).......or CSI(LV).
*My fav book is The Harvester. (Paulius got me a new copy of it as a wedding gift because I have an original copy and it was literally falling apart.)
*My NEXT favorite book is A Woman Of Substance.
*My first car was a 65 Stang. It was SWEET!!!
*I'm blond- have been all my life, but once dyed my hair red- and LOVED it!
*I hate wearing shoes around the house.
*I have a certificate in Culinary Arts.
*Tequila makes my clothes fall off.
*I was a majorette in High School. I also was in the band and played the Saxophone- but wanted to play the drums.
*I love to do oil paintings on canvas and am contemplating doing a mural on our hallway walls since it is 40 feet long and too narrow to do much else with.
*I have three grown kids- one girl and two boys- ages 26,23 and 22 this year.
*I have three grandsons ages 6, 6, and 2 .....and ANOTHER GS due in May.
*I get along with both my DILs.
*It took me two tries to get my D/L.
*I have a slow temper- but when I get mad I like to throw things....or shoot them.
*I love classical music.
*I once had a cushy job as a pool tester.
*I was once a police officer.
*I hate to talk.
*I wish I was a gamer and could understand the gamers lingo. I definitely don't like being in the dark about things when people are talking in another language....(like when you go to the nail salon and the women that work there are chatting to each other in another language. I HATE that.)It's like going to a party and everyone there is whispering behind their hands...HOW RUDE!!!!!!
*I have enough books to start a small public library.
*If I won the lottery I would still work at something.
*I'm a perfectionist at some things- but not others.

I think that's enough for now.
Maybe I'll add to it at a later date.

Next week I am going to do something a bit different as well. I'm going to post a different question for you guys every day and see what YOUR answers are.

Hope you all have had a great weekend!!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

I Most Certainly Am NOT My Mother!!!

God, please say it isn't true!

Thank God I don't look like her- altho a friend I haven't seen in about 20 years saw me the other day and said I LONGER my friend as of that comment, btw.
LIES LIES LIES!!!!!!!!! I do NOT look like her. I refuse.

My mom is a beautiful woman to me, but she is 5'4,(I'm 5'6"). She looks like a Native American Indian ,(I am blonde and have the pale complexion of German and Scots/Irish ancestory). She wears strange clothes........ for the past two years she has taken to wearing what I call her pilgrim witches shoes. UGLY black things with clunky two inch heels and a HUGE silver buckle on the side. It's not like she doesn't have some very nice looking diabetic shoes- stylish, I would daresay they are. And she has some nice white sneakers and walking shoes, too. But she insists on wearing those ugly-a$$ed pilgrim shoes. EVERYWHERE. (I tend to wear jeans or black leather pants with tees and sweaters.) The only wierd things I tend to wear are some combat boots or other boots....I do have one three-toned pink fleece gown that Paulius especially hates, but guess where IT came from? Yep- my mom gave it to me........sigh..... and I don't wear it very often- it has to be BRUTALLY COLD for me to don that thing.

She also has a horribly cluttered house. She and Dad were packrats to the fullest extent of the word. Married almost 50 years they have stuff in their house from their parents houses. Sure, my house is a bit cluttered, but it's nothing that can't be fixed in a weekends spring cleaning session. I have a FEW keepsakes- but not a half-a-houseful from 3 generations back. We kids have tried de-cluttering and cleaning her house on NUMEROUS occasions- but two hours later it looks like we just moved a few things around. Two DAYS later it looks EXACTLY the way it did before we started. Last time that happened my baby bro and I had worked FOUR days to get it looking nice and neat. I suppose she's a big girl- she can have her house anyway she wants it- but I don't want to hear about how nobody ever helps her with anything. At least she stopped going to the flea markets and yard-sales when Daddy got sick again. I don't think she's been back once since he passed away either.

She recently decided she wanted her house re-decorated. She asked me to do some arrangement s for the furniture so she could "fix" her house. I actually have a certificate in Interior Design- the only reason I don't have a degree is because I am CRAP at antiques- I know some of them, but not all the periods and so I can't be liscensed with full credit.
So I spent 3 whole days, taking measurements of doors, windows, acchways, hallways, wallspace, floorspace, and taking inventory of the furniture she had. Spent two days putting the arrangements on computer and running the program and arranging and re-aranging the furniture and printing every arrangement out for her to see and be able to go by. I even did two of them for her master bedroom that she had been talking about turning into a suite by removing a wall in between the MB and the smaller BR next to it. My brother Charlie and his wife,Doris, came and put down Pergo flooring to replace the carpet in the master BR and the hallway and foyer, and the formal living-room.

What did she do?

Put everything back the way it was.

Can someone please explain why I spent almost an entire week doing all that work for no pay just to have her ignore everything I had worked so hard on?
But to hear her tell it, we don't ever visit her, or call her, or do anything to help her out. Whatever..........It's the same distance from her house to mine, that it is from my house to hers. I go up there every week to pay rent and utilities and we always stop and ask her if she needs anything when we go to the supermarket or to find out if she wants to go with us shopping or anything. Every week I go up there at LEAST every other day- and I call her at least once or usually twice a day just to check on her and see how she is.

I refuse to believe I am like her.
I am NOT.

Thanks for letting me vent...........I feel a bit better now.

Not much, but a little.

Hmmmm..........maybe, just maybe, I am the TINYEST smidgen of a bit like her....I did quite a nice job of bitching just then, didnt I?


Tuesday, March 14, 2006

RE-POST........My thought process on the drive home from work.....

I listen to talk radio on the way home from work every morning. This is what I heard discussed on there this morning as Idrove home- along with what I thought about that is going on in my life at this time.

Radio-Clemson VS Carolina- last year it was tagged "FootBrawl" this year a ban was placed on the players shaking hands before or after the game It will not be permitted, however, in a show of solidarity the players and coaches have insisted on continuing the tradition, despite the ban.

ME- Owwwwww I hope Clemson wins again.......It was the Cocks fault last year the brawl started anyway. If they go against the ban they are gonna be in trouble........I wish it was gonna be broadcast on TV like it usually is. Pay-per-view has it.....for 84.99.....I DON'T think so.........who in their right mind would pay that to watch a game.

Radio- Just in- ESPN2 has just announced that they will broadcast the Clemson-Carolina game. After 45 minutes the rest of the country will be switched to another game but in the upstate, it will remain on the C/C game.

Me- Dammitt!!! I just went back to basic cable last week and now I don't have ESPN2. Why didn't I wait????!!!!! Oh well, there's always the SuperBowl.

Radio-In Britain, a woman has written a book claiming Teacher-Student relationships can have benefits since the charge and excitement of the affair can up the students scores in the class.

Me- What freaking morons.- Those kids are under age 18- still minors. Let them grow up to at least be able to drink, for Gods sake. Oh for crying out loud- move you ass lady. Get OFF the cellphone and turn.
Pay attention!!
Do not ride your brakes......the gas pedal is on the RIGHT!!!!! Don't make me jerk you out of that car. ..................
Finally- all that makeup for going to the drive thru at the bank. Sheesh......

Radio-Should 14 year olds be allowed to date 18 year olds?
Me-I gotta figure out what I still need to buy for Thanksgiving Dinner. I need to call Clay and Kathy and find out if they are going to have to work- they should know by now.....wait- they spend Thanksgiving with her grandparents in Georgia if they aren't working. But they usually have a whole weekend and with his new job he may just have just that one day and they may not go to Georgia this year.........................................................................
Better call and let them know when we are having dinner so if they don't go to Georgia and they want to they can come to the house. I wonder how many misplaced ones we'll have at dinner this year. It's been 10 years and so far every year we've had at least one or two extra. It's gonna be sad this year without Dad with us.................................I wonder if mom is serious about not doing anything for the holidays. Christmas I can understand since it was their anniversary day........50 years............I can't imagine how it would be to lose my husband after that long. It would be like I had died and only my ghost was here.......just going thru the motions..........Man................

Radio-Price gouging- do you think it was happening here in the upstate after the hurricane?Me-I feel sorry for those people who lost everything during that storm.....but we have people here that are just as bad off- if not worse off. Why can't we take care of our own?They can spend millions helping Iraq rebuild but our own has to wait eons for relief. I wonder how many people are going to be able to have a decent meal on Thanksgiving................Speaking of- there is that regular guy who stands on the corner of this intersection every day with a "HOMELESS. PLEASE HELP" sign. Humph- hell, he's dressed nicer than me. If he put half as much effort into looking for an actual job as he does standing on that corner, he might be better off in the long run. But if he hasn't got a place to live, looking for a job wouldn't help him- no one will hire without a place of residence and a phone. Not even as a go-fer who just has to show up and isn't master carpenter.......... Why is life so damn complicated sometimes?

Radio- next hours topic-...........................................(I don't know what it was- I turned it off. I sometimes think I actually Do have adult ADD.Or maybe I just have a lot happening in my life right now.)

ME-I've got to decide what of my decorations I am going to put up for Christmas too..... I can do that this weekend tho. It shouldn't take THAT long.. Of course I am going to have to separate all the styles of village houses from each other and see where they would look best. I need to get a new power strip too.

Power strip..............hmmmmmm.........I wonder if Walmart is open this time of morning.... I know the Superstore is- but that's way over on the other side of town. I wonder if the one here on the way home is...
It's not holiday hours yet. I don't think they are and it's just far enough out of my way that it would just not be worth it to go by and see on the way home.

I wonder if Santa is at the Mall yet? He usually is here this time of year- but I'll bet it will be after Thanksgiving before he's there. I think that's right. I hope they have that cute house with all the elves and reindeer and snow this year. I wanna see if I can get all three of the grand-babies and take them up there and have their pictures taken with Santa.
Hehehehehehe ......I'll bet Baby Scoob won't like Santa. That will be a great gift for the parents- a pic of all three of them together. the Three Musketeers.

Ummmmmmmmmm....Three Musketeers..It's been awhile since I had chocolate. Longer than I can remember it ever being. Unless I count that cup of Swiss Miss cocoa mix with Mini-marshmallows I had last weekend. I don't count that tho- it was milk chocolate cocoa-made with water and there is hardly any taste of chocolate to that stuff....more like a vanilla with a hint of Chocolate.

How can I get them all together and keep it a secret from the parents? Not with those two five year olds. .....they have the biggest mouths to be boys. If I had to go by how much they tell secrets and whine about things I would swear they were girls. Marie and Frank find out what the baby is in early January. I would really like a grand-daughter, but I will be happy either way. It was sweet of them to say I can name it if it's another boy. I think they liked the name I chose too. Nicholas. After St. Nicholas. LOL- They both just smiled and said it figures when I told them. And I know I said I would give the Daughter(DILs are considered my daughters too- I love them that much) that had the first granddaughter my emerald earrings, but if Marie has a GD for me- the baby is due in May and emeralds are Mays birthstones and Marie's ears aren't pierced, so I am thinking I will give the emerald earrings to the Granddaughter and get Marie either an opal ring or opal necklace instead. She absolutely adores opals but doesn't have any yet, so I think she would enjoy that more than the emerald earrings.

Shoot- I'm home now. I should have taken off this blazer and hung it up.

There's the stupid cat in the window.....he better not have torn anything up while I was at work. He will be okay once he gets out of this destructive adolescent stage.
Do they make kitty Valiums, I wonder? I may have to call the vet and see if they do..... maybe that would help him...okay- help ME!!!

Dang, Gotta go all the way back out to the car cause I forgot to turn off the headlamps.AGAIN. I probably shouldn't drive with them on as often as I forget to turn them off, but if some idiot pulls out in front of me they can't claim to have not seen me- not if my headlamps are on.
I hate bad drivers.
Okay the lights are off now. Maybe I can get in and get this uniform off now. Especially these boots.
I'm gonna check the e-mail before I go to bed too. May post a short-short on my blog too...I haven't done that in a while.........
wonder if I can think of something to post about..........hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, let me see.................. I'm hungry too....wonder if there's any eggs and bacon..... Or cereal and milk.............or chocolate syrup for pancakes or waffles.......


I can't take credit for this post-and I don't know where it came from- just let me say to whoever dreamed this one up- it's FANTASTIC and you must work for the same company I do.

Here it is.........
New Company Policy

You are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag we will assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.
If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better so you may buy nicer clothes, therefore you do not need a raise.
If you dress just right, you are exactly where you need to be and therefore do not need a raise.

We will no longer accept a doctors statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are certainly able to come to work.

Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturdays and Sundays.

Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three minute time limit in the stall. At the end of the three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet-paper roll will retract, the stall door will swing open and a picture will be taken. After the second offense, you picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders" category. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company's mental health policy.

Skinny people will get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more, so they look healthy. Normal sized people will get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figures.
Chubby people will get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a

Thank you all for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. therefore, all questions, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, accusations, contemplations, consternations and other input should be directed elsewhere.


In other words.... Come in- Sit down- Shut up- and SLAVE AWAY.

Monday, March 13, 2006

REPOST- Nutcase Monthly.

WARNING- THIS BLOG CONTAINS MATURE AND INTIMATE SUBJECT MATTER- IF YOU ARE EASLILY OFFENDED- OR ARE A FAMILY MEMBER -BE ADVISED THAT IT MAY CONTAIN INFORMATION YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT.We women are nuts- absolutely certifiable.Every month I go from sweet adoring wife who would do anything for her husband to mean obnoxious hag from hell in the space of about a day an a half.
I'm serious.
I have told my darling husband that after a certain date he should just get out the handcuffs, shackles and gag, and chain me in the basement for a week. I equate the whole process to becoming a werewolf. Actually, I think a werewolf could be a lot NICER than a woman on her menses.
I'll go thru this from time slot to time slot, refering to the dreaded time as GROUND ZERO.One week before Ground Zero- I am fine. Typical conversation between hubby and myself as I arrive home from work....
Him:" Hi Sweetie! "
Me:"Hi Babe.
Him:"How was work?"
Me:"Work was work, as usual. How was your night?"
Him:"Fine- Worked on my book- played a few games on the computer, read about half a book"
Me:"Great! Glad you got around to reading the book- it's due Friday isn't it?"
Him:"Yep, and I'll be finished by then. Would you like some breakfast?"
Me:" That's sweet of you, but how about I make breakfast for you this morning since you made it yesterday?"
Him:" Okay, Love you!!"
Me:"Love you too."
Two days later....Sittting together watching TV.A program is on we both normally enjoy watching, but I am beginning to feel a bit antsy. I don't know why. I just want a bit more attention than he is giving me at the moment. I sit and stare at him for a while- hoping he will catch the hints I am obviously throwing his way.
He doesn't catch them.
I sigh loudly and turn back to the TV. I watch a bit more and then get up and wander around a bit, walking in front of him and the TV several times hoping he will catch the hints I am obviously giving him another chance to catch.
He still doesn't catch them.
I walk past him again and sit heavily back down on the sofa next to him and give another long sigh as I lay my head on his shoulder.He looks at me and smiles.
I am somewhat pacified and watch the rest of the show with him altho I for some reason find it nessecary to change positions several times to make sure he knows I am throwing more of those obvious hints for him to catch, but when the day ends, he still hasn't quite caught it-
altho before the week is over he will certainly GET it.
Two days later........I awake from sleeping, turn over and hubby is sleeping so sweetly beside me.I snuggle up and he snuggles back-
and falls back asleep.
This is frustrating........and a bit more than mildly irritating. How can he sleep when I want to cuddle?I snuggle closer- wiggling quite a bit more than I have to to become comfortable. He sleeps on....
Dammitt- I want attention- I want it NOW-
I "accidentally" wake him up- that ought to do the trick.
"Sorry" I say sweetly and cuddle back up. "S'ok" he says.And promptly falls back asleep.
Loud sighs- gone unheard because he's back asleep........
I finally get out of bed and dress....of course I make as much noise as possible and have to climb over the side of the bed a couple times before I find my sneakers. I go to the kitchen and bang the pots and pans around - not because I'm going to cook anything, mind you. Just because I am feeling VERY antsy and cranky and I want someone else to give me some sympathy and attention and they can't because they are sleeping blissfully in the bedroom..........
I then go to the den and put the TV on- and knowing how he hates to listen to the DIY decorating shows-
I turn the sound up to 3/4 volume.
My reasoning?If he can't sleep- he will come and do one of two things-
either get up and come get me to go back to bed(therefore giving me the attention I want WHEN I want it-)
OR- he will get up, get dressed and get me to turn the dreaded DIY show off and we will do something together(therefore giving me the attention I want when I want it)
.i.e.- I get my way.
Sometimes it works - sometimes it doesn't.......

Ground Zero- but before the actual menses show their presence......Same conversation as a week ago. but in GZ time........
HIM:"Hi Sweetie"
ME:"Hey Babe."
He tries to kiss me- I give him a quick peck and go to the bedroom-
all I want is to get these damn work clothes off-
I hate work-
I hate the drive every night-
I feel like crap and I don't want anyone else to feel better than me.- And don't be so damn perky and smiley either, dammitt.
Him:" How was work?"
ME:"It was crap- I hate that damn place. Everyone is rude and obnoxious and I get crap for evrything- whether it's my fault or not......... Where the hell is my damn sneakers? Why is it that every time I come home everything is moved around?"
HIM:" I'm sorry work was bad baby- can I make you some breakfast? And BTW- Your sneakers are just inside the closet- I put them there when I hoovered last night."

Oh............Now you would think I would feel remorse for being such a bitch..... but I just want a good row right now...........

ME:" Well, you would think you would put them back where I had them- that way I wouldn't have to hunt for an hour after working all night. My back is killing me and I am so hungry I could eat a horse- the LEAST you could have done was had a pot of coffee waiting for me while I waited on breakfast, but nooooo--- I have to make my own damn coffee."
Cue me stomping off to the kitchen.....

He stands there looking at me with a look of pure bewilderment on his face, not knowing what the hell has happened to his sweet adoring wife- and probally wondering if he has any chance of making it to the door and locking me inside before I have a chance to rip him limb from limb and have his liver for breakfast.

He wouldn't have a snowballs chance in hell.

I then go to the kitchen and make breakfast myself, all the while making as much noise as possible (and mumbling under my breath about nothing specific- just all the sailor words I have learned and a few I have made up)- this time because I AM going to cook something, and cook alot of it as well, dammitt.
I cut my finger and this absolutely infuriates me- so I take the knife and go outside and throw it into the nearest tree trunk....It quivers in the tree for two minutes after I go back inside.
That ought to teach that bastard knife a lesson.....

I finish breakfast and take a couple of tablets. My tummy is cramping now and my back is hurting. I have a massive headache and ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING is pissing me off. And on top of it all- I am in need of a serious lovemaking session.

HMMMmmmmmmm...... it's damn hard to convince your man to give you some loving when you can't find him because your man is cowering in the back of the closet of the guest-room holding his breath because he's afraid if he moves you will find him and dis-member him.


Let me just say- I know what a nut case I am- I admit it- and am sorry for it- and if there was ANY way I could control it - BELIEVE me- I WOULD!!!- But I can't- no matter how hard I try - I know it's going to happen and I have TRIED to control those urges It's impossible- Honestly and truly, it IS.

So sweetie- Let me just say... From the first day I snap at you- give me three days- and then, while I'm asleep- get the cuffs out and snap them on as fast as possible- As a matter of fact- slip me a Mickey just to be safe so I don't wake up til AFTER they are on.....then drag me to the basement and shackle me to the pipes in the cage and lock it for 7 days- not a second before.

And leave me there.....

Just for good measure, maybe you should load the gun with a whole clip of silver bullets.Don't lay it down- and for God's sake- don't fall asleep til after the 7th day.I am- after all- good as gold for the other almost three weeks of the month........

Let Me Explain.

Sorry about that, guys.

I was in the car, coming home this morning and that's what was being discussed on the radio talk show. It was started because of the new HBO show BIG LOVE. But there is a huge debate about polygamy which is going to be ruled on by the Supreme court, it seems.

I was too tired at that time to write any more on it and to be honest I wasn't sure anyone would give a crap about commenting on it anyway, so I threw out the bone and went to bed to rest.

As for my opinion about polygamy(in case you were confused about my stance from the previous post) it's as follows........


And that's all I got to say about that.


Not just NO- but

HELL NO!!!!!!!!

And that's all I got to say about that.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Nix Netflix.

Have you seen the commercials for NETFLIX where the homeowners come home and the characters of a movie are in their living-room waiting?

That certainly could be interesting.

I first thought I would like Thelma & Louise characters waiting in mine...especially Brad Pitt at THAT age. And that annoying guy Thelma is married to- just so I could personally kick the crap out of him. but then I got thinking......would I really want the WHOLE cast there? FBI guys tracking mud in my home- watching TV and I'll bet MONEY they wouldn't want to watch HGTV like I do.

Then I thought, Owwwwww- Harry Potter would be fun. Then I got thinking about Voldemort. Or Drako Malfoy. Or that annoying little butthead cousin, Dudley, or Auntie Petunia and Uncle Vernon.
Ummmmmmm.........No. Besides, I don't know any counter-spells to defend myself should I piss someone off. I AM only a muggle, after all.

How about Rocky......or Rambo?? Nope- too much blood. Do you KNOW how hard it is to get blood stains out of carpet and upholstery? .......Ummmmm....I have kids- Don't take that the wrong way, people. Y'all have been watching WAYYYYYYY too much CSI.

Okay, Well, is there ANY safe movies to order from NETFLIX?

I don't think so.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Good News!!!

NO- I DIDN'T save a bundle of cash by switching my insurance to Geico!

I get so tired of tuning in the news and hearing about nothing but Deaths, Destruction, Murders, Rapes, Robberies, Assaults, Kidnappings, Wars............

Occasionally there will be a report on someone winning the lottery....but they haven't stepped up to claim the prize, which also depresses me even further because if I had won it, it certainly wouldn't still be sitting there waiting to be claimed.

I think there should be a
GOOD NEWS NEWS CHANNEL- Only good news- all the time.

Do you think reporters would go out looking for news stories about GOOD things that were happening? Citizens could call or send in their good news. Would it work?Or do you think it would be a colossal flop?

I'm not sure if it would work. But for me- it would make life a bit easier to have some news to smile about once in a while.

Monday, March 06, 2006

What To Do, What To Do...........?

I've decided I need to simplify my life a bit more. So, I have been thinking about ways I can do that.
One of the ideas I've been toying with is having a yard sale and selling all my clothes. No laundry to do- and no worries about having to decide what to wear anymore.

Just kidding.
What I HAVE been seriously considering is changing my wardrobe. Right now I have about a blue zillion shirts of different colors and various types of pants and sweats.

I am thinking that I can simplify things by getting rid of all that and having a basic wardrobe of 8 pairs of jeans. I would also have 6 plain white short-sleeved Tees and 6 white tanks. White socks and white sneakers. I have a white pair, a red pair, a black pair and a blue pair of denim shorts as well to pair with the tees and tanks on summer days.

Wouldn't that make doing laundry a LOT easier? And not having to decide what to wear would be heavenly, as well.

In autumn and winter I have about a dozen sweaters and sweatshirts I could keep and wear with the jeans I would buy.

This came up because I tried throwing some different colors together. Mainly it was ONE pair of black jeans that had been missed and it was threw in with the rest of the jeans. The blue jeans came out a bit grayish because of the dye in the black jeans. It was a mess.

Am I crazy for even considering that idea? I just hate doing 5 or 6 different loads of laundry every week just to keep the colors looking bright. All the blues together. All the reds together.
All the blacks together. All the whites together. Then all the linens. And my uniforms which are blue shirts and tan pants. Paulius clothes are mainly blue and black and white already so that would be great.

Blues. Whites. Blacks. Linens.
Done deal.

We Are Perfect For Each Other.

I heard a quote today.....Never trust a man with an immaculate desk.

I say, Never trust a woman with a messy desk.

Do you agree?

If that's the case, Paulius and I must be the most trustworthy husband and wife on Earth, because he likes everything out on display so he can see it on the desk. And when I sit down at it- I have to clear it off and everything must be in it's place before I can concentrate.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Padme Vs. Buddy- !!!!!WARNING!!!!! Pet Post!!!!!!!!!

WARNING-This post contains antics of pets. If you are allergic or annoyed with these type posts DO NOT read any further....Sunny

Cast of Characters:
Padme is "THE CAT"
Buddy is "That Dog"

I was working in the kitchen putting dinner together while Padme and Buddy were running thru the house chasing each other. Padme got a bit miffed at Buddy and swatted him on the nose and really got him good. So after recovering, he and Padme resumed the chase. At one point Padme stopped running and rolled over on his back in the kitchen floor and swatted at Buddy again- claws extended. Buddy backed up a step, looked at Padme lying there, then turned around, backed up, and SAT down on Padmes tummy. Padme just laid there looking at Buddy with an incredulous look on his face like ….“WHAT THE DEUCE????? You can’t do this to ME- I’m the CAT!!!!!!!”

I haven’t laughed that hard in ages!!!! Those two are a riot!!!!

Friday, March 03, 2006

Still Alive......and Kicking

And almost well enough to start blogging again. We are almost entirely well. I have been working all along and Paulius has been doing his share of stuff such as cooking us wonderful meals we have hardly been able to eat and enjoy. It has been a long slow process, I hate to think what a full blown case of the flu would do to us.
Mostly, we've been resting and sleeping . Doing a bit of watching TV or reading. Anything that doesn't require a lot of work and energy. Let's put it this way- Paulius and I have both been very "less than energetic" while ill. To the point of arguing about who should make coffee. Neither of us had the energy and both of us wanted coffee. Even instant coffee made in a microwave seemed like too much of an effort. Of course, arguing about who should make it probally took as much energy as hauling our butts off the sofa or bed to actually MAKE real perked coffee.
I'll have to remember that next time- I'll just get up and MAKE the coffee and have something to show at the end instead of expending all that energy and having no coffee. STILL.
AND I'll look like a good guy instead of the wicked witch of the west.

I think this evening I will post a blog about my thought process again. That should be good for another laugh.