Obligatory Thanksgiving Day Post

So tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I am thankful about many things like:

God loves me enough to have made the ultimate sacrifice for me.

For my family. I am thankful to still have my parents alive to eat turkey with, I know not everyone can say that and so I am grateful to still have some time. My brother even though he isnt celebrating with us, I still like him.

For my husband; he really does spoil me, more than I deserve, and that is for sure.

My kids; they are a dream come true for me and have given my life so much more.

My adult stepkids and grandson; they are pretty awesome people and have brought many laughs and support along the way.

My health; I have been relatively haalthy. I am able to work and to play.

My friends, both real and cyber...both enrich my life.

My dogs; always a source of cuddles and laughs.

That despite some things and the opinions of some that I still live in the greatest country, and I have the freedom to worship and work as I please.

My job..though I complain about it, I am super lucky to have it.

Toy Review Tuesday

...sorry. That was mean. There is no toy review today, because Im pretty much a worthless lazy blob of a blog owner lately. I realize I havent done a toy review in a looong time, and I do plan on rectifying that. Thats a scary word..rectify. Its because of the "rect.." part of the word. Anyway, once the very mean guy who is holding my laptop hostage (and by proxy ALL my pictures of toys n stuff)decides to do his flippin' job and fix it, then RETURN it to me, I plan on doing some toy reviews. In the meantime I will work on some new toys to review, with recent birthdays I have a few in mind.

Speaking of toys, I would never buy my child this:

What kind of sicko would think that was OK? Clowns are murderous creeps that prey on children. ALL of them. I prefer this:


If something is going to jump out at me, I would rather it be a cute little monkey, not a blood sucking clown.

Of course for myself, I might buy this:



How cool is that? Its an Ozzy in the box. You can get one here. Id kind of like one with Sharon jumping out holding one of her little dogs. I like Sharon, except for last week when she was mean to that lady who isnt very nice to look at, but can sing her butt off......whats her name? From Scotland? Crap, I hate when I cant....Oh..Susan Boyle thats it. Phew. Anyway, Sharon...I was a little disappointed in you for those comments. I always thought you were a bit nicer than that, unless of course someone ticks you off, then you can get pretty mean. Susan Boyle didnt make you mad did she?

Anyway, I really digressed. Toy Review Tuesdays will be back soon. For all two of you who care anyway.

Time is (not) on my side

The wierdest thing (okay that may not be true, but it was pretty wierd) happened to me the other day. I had the longest afternoon of my life. Im serious, its like I entered a time warp or twighlight zone or something. It would not get late...it felt late, I had the sensation it was DARK outside...yet it was light. It felt like 5 or 6 O clock, yet it was only 2. No matter what the time really was throughout the day, it felt way later. Usually that happens once during a day..but ALL day? Not normal, but then again some say IM not normal. Whatever, it freaked me out.

I kept looking at the clock....still early. And quiet. It was so quiet. At one point Abba was played on the radio...and a dog barked in the distance. Very eerie. My phone didnt even ring. No one wanted anything from me, and all I wanted was for it to get late, for time to MOVE for cryin' out loud. A circumstance such as that...and I was without my book...go figure. It was strange and I just felt like I had to share. Why couldnt that happen when Im goofing off, or having a grand time doing something enjoyable and I dont WANT time to stand still? Instead I had NOTHING to do...no homework...no work work..no.thing. Time always seems to crawl when you DONT want it to. What is UP with that?

Confession of a Stalker

I have a confession to make. Some people know this about me, but most people do not. I stalked a celebrity...not like in a BAD way really. Is it stalking if you only do it once? Well..it sure felt like stalking to me.

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, before we had the kids, my husband and I lived in New England. New Hampshire to be exact. We took off one weekend for a road trip, as we often did before the kids. Our destination? A certain little town in Maine. Okay...people who LIVE in Maine may not think it so small...but trust me, its small. In this town...lives a certain awesome writer of horror novels and movies. He is an literary icon....and a hero to me. I knew that he resides a few short hours from us and that he lives in a unique house which to me, someone who has been accused of being morbid, was in itself worthy of seeing. I didn't actually THINK this literary giant would be there..and if he was I certainly didn't think I would SEE him.


How did I know where he lived? Some of you might be guessing the Internet. Nope. I had a coworker who grew up in this town and told us EXACTLY where it was in this town. Sweeet. I love having connections.


Anyway, the first night we stayed in a different town about the half way point to our destination. We hit some antique stores, ate some dinner, and watched some TV at the hotel. At the time we only had Marco (R.I.P), our Italian Greyhound and he accompanied us everywhere, present stalking expedition not excluded.

The next morning we got up very early....and hit the road. We made it to this town and were starving so we ate breakfast at a little diner in town...a little diner that we just happened to know, through interviews, and other sources that this author ate here and conducted several interviews here. I bought a coffee cup from this diner and it now sits on my desk at work, holding pens...I'm not about to ruin it by drinking out of it and running it through a dishwasher.

After breakfast we headed to the address of the author's house. After all we just wanted to see the house, as that is all we were expecting. I got all excited when we stopped at a stop sign at the crossroad of this street and there it was....the house. It was amazing that here we were....looking at HIS house. It was his too, we knew for sure, as it is very distinctive and his been featured on TV shows about him.

What happened next freaked us out....We saw the top of the door open (well, the whole door opened it was just the top that was visible due to the fence surrounding the house), and saw a ball cap clad head exit through it. It was HIM. We were sure...he wore ball caps and he is tall, as was the person who exited. So, in a panic we turned and went down the street...we were freakin' and discussed what to do...we would drive by again to see if it is really HIM. We did and this time we could SEE him, all of him...walking down his driveway with his dog. We went around the block again (yes, I am a dork)and had the idea that T would drop me off at the corner and I would take our dog, Marco and walk down the street with him...you know pretending I was just out walking my dog...and not really looking for this very famous person.

So, that's what we did....the timing could not have been perfect...by the time I got to his house, he was in front of the gate with his dog. He was on the sidewalk, and I was in the middle of the street (I don't know why, like I said, I'm a dork). I passed him and said....nothing.

I did not say a freakin' word to him. I lost my nerve, sure. More than that I felt GUILTY...here it was a nice sunny, Sunday morning (like 8:00 am), and he was out with his dog. All the guy wants to do is walk his dog.in peace. Preferably without some freakazoid fan bothering him. SO...I just didn't have the heart to do it...to bother him. It was my gift to him....only he will never know it.

At least I think he doesn't know. Maybe he does...maybe he was walking his dog and noticed the little black VW bug pass his house...TWICE. Maybe he put it together that the weird girl in the black Ramones t-shirt, and sunglasses, walking her exotic, albeit strange little dog, came out of the black car...and was there to get a look at him. Maybe he was thinking

..."Here we go again....I'll have to talk to her, and she will want to take a picture...*sigh*..Isnt it a little EARLY for this?"

He didn't have to talk to me, he didn't have to tell me where to stuff my camera (he probably wouldn't have, although I wouldn't blame him if he did), all he had to do is wonder for a second what I wanted if he even noticed me at all....I'm sure he did, I was like 10 feet away.

When I reached the end of the street and rounded the corner, T was there to pick me up.

"Well?" he wanted to know
"Well..what", I replied.
"What did he say?", Tom asked.
"Nothing", I answered, "I didn't talk to him. I couldn't."

I explained why and T understood. It was a long drive there and well worth it...it just goes to show that you never know what or who you are going to find when you get out and explore. It also goes to show that you never know what YOU will do once you get there and find what you are and AREN'T looking for...even though you may think you know. You don't. Not really.

Open Letter to My Cough

Dear Cough,

What is it exactly that you want from me? You are a presistent little bugger, you keep hanging around...so what can I do for you? How can I get you to leave? Its been two weeks and I thought you would be long gone by now. You have taken my sleep, my excercise, you have stolen many kisses from my children, my husband, and my pets. You have caused me to get dirty looks from people in public places, you have made me do way more laundry than is decent, as if I needed more of that. I medicate you, yet you stay, and stay, and stay. The doctor said I just have to wait...that you will go away. You have taken from me and taken from me until I have no more left to give. Please go away. Now. Right now. Thank you.

Random Thoughts Tuesday

I just got back from my walk with a co worker and Im sweating like a pig. Its nice and crisp and cool outside and in here they have the heat cranked up..no wonder people stink.

Im going through withdrawls, my laptap in in the shop. I did some kind of update on it and it freaked out on me, so it went to the nerd guy. I hope he can fix it..its been a few days now and Im getting a little worried. I have to use my husbands laptop for homework. If I use it for anything else he would consider it Unauthorized Use.

Im swearing off candy. I am. Im so addicted, I feel like an oompa loompa. Im sure that it is single handedly to blame for the recent weight gain....that and Im lazy lately. So theres that. I was doing pretty good too until my friend at work came in and threw a Christmas decorated sucker on my desk. She was eating one and said that if she was eating one, I had to too. You know what they say, Misery Loves Company.

Two weeks ago A and I were both sick. Just us...no one else caught it. What is up with that? Anyway, Im still coughing from the evil virus or whatever it was. So, I took a nyquilesque liquid and went to bed early last night. I kept waking up cold because Im stupid and sleep with three dogs and one man in a bed and so the covers get ripped off me quite frequently. No wonder Im sick.

My cat is evil. I know thats a "no duh" statement because that is what cats are....evil. If you dont believe me then how come every single time I sit down to do a Bible study my cat repeatedly sits her butt down in the middle of the Holy Book...hmm? Its hard to read Proverbs with a black tail swishing back and forth across the words and whiskers up my nose. Evil, pure evil.

My new dog, the dog that T got me for my birthday, prefers T. Poor T feels guilty about it. Im not upset, it happens. Im just glad we can give the little guy a home, even though he is probably the laziest dog I have ever met in my life. I still have my Joey bug...hyper and dog agressive as he is. Hes mine and he prefers ME to just about anything else in the world. And for that...I love him.

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