Mom's At It Again

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Happy Halloween!

From Princess Me & The Fat Boys....and Fred.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Halloween?! Already?!

Hi. My name is Mia and I am a bad blogger.

Hi Mia.

Ugh, what the hell dude, I think I've posted maybe six days this whole month, and the majority of those were crappy filler posts. I've been beyond busy this month with work, and kids stuff, and the man, and getting over the bladder infection that ate Baltimore.

Things of note for the month of October:

Kennedy started basketball...I'll be busy now through December.

Lizzy now hates band and is dreading her concert tonight because she...wait for it...has to put on a skirt.

I've taken enough antibiotics this month to kill a small Trojan horse. Bactrim, Macrobid, some medicine that starts with a P, that made my pee turn pretty colors. Pain was involved here people...the doctor used the word "raging" in my diagnosis. Aren't you glad I share?

Got called an asshole a few different times. I think it's the word of the month.

Went back to Portland for a visit, missed Portland terribly, and was sad for a week.

Developed an addiction for these:

and have proceeded to eat an entire box in two days.

Forgot to pay my house insurance...heh.

Decided on a ninja for Kennedy's Halloween will come.

Ate three bags of candy already.

Gained 5 pounds....all in my ass.

Bought the new Xmas smells at Bath & Body...dude. The Winter Candy Apple. Seriously. I could lick myself. That sounded so wrong.

Started transferring all my old, old posts from Zed's Dead over here...yeesh, what a mess I was.

Wrote this post.

You see the excitement I'm faced with here people...Don't say I never gave you anything.

I better gear up for Thursday. I'm involved in that Nano blog post thing for the month of November. One post every day for the whole month. This could become the most boring blog on the face of the earth next month.


Now playing: Zhane - Hey Mr Dj
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

In The Wise Words Of Dennis Leary ...

I'm an asshole.

No really I am. I just realized this. So don't say you haven't been fairly warned, should we be having a conversation and I begin to Asshole.

See! I'm such an asshole, I turn a noun into a verb.

Now playing: Commodores - Nightshift
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Murphy's Law of Crap

You know those weeks where no matter what you do, you end up eating a big ol' crap sammich? The weeks where despite your very best efforts, things go wrong, people dick you around, or you get hit in the head by a piece of the sky? Yeah, those weeks. That was the story of my life last week. Lemme sum this one up for you:

Tuesday: We got a new dog. The new dog tried to take a big ol' chunk out of my baby Gizmo, and has proceeded to make my life a living hell the entire week, peeing EVERYWHERE, howling all night long, being a general pain in my arse. Virtually nothing accomplished with work or the house.

Wednesday: Same story with the dog. We wanted to give him back to the shelter, cuz let's face it, as cute and sweet as he was at the shelter, he just isn't meshing with this clan. Shelter says they are going to charge me $30 to give him back. The fuck? This is the same shelter I just adopted him from the day before. Makes a ton of sense. Virtually nothing accomplished with work or the house squared.

Thursday: Find out that my car has a ginormous leak in the power steering hose thingie, and it likes to spew power steering fluid around every corner. Joy. Same story with the new dog. Virtually nothing accomplished with work or the house cubed.

Friday: General crappy day. Depressed feeling. No progress with the new dog. He's out to get me. I swear it. A little done with the house and work...but I have high hopes for the weekend.

Saturday: We plan to take the girls to the pumpkin patch to get their pumpkins. Find a cool one with a big corn maze, it says on their website that this a free attraction. YAY! Get out there, and find it's actually almost $20 a person to just walk through some mother effin corn. That doesn't include the cost of pumpkins. Fine. We find another one, same story. We got pumpkins at Walmart. That was fun though, we carved them up neat (pictures coming). The new dog wants to eat my face. Nothing accomplished with work or home. Again.

Sunday. Bitch at my regular coffee joint fucks up my order. Now normally this wouldn't be a big deal. I'd just drink my wrong coffee, and get over it. After the week of stress, and lots of stuff not even touched on in this post, I had enough. I drove the 10 minutes back to the coffee shop and let her know exactly where she could shove her mocha, and if she didn't make me another one with a smile this time, I would show her the meaning of Double Shot. The dog has accomplished his mission to drive me over the deep end. And he still wants to eat my face.

Monday: Minor things accomplished, but generally I stayed out of the publics way today. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better. Lather rinse repeat.


Update: I tried to post this yesterday afternoon at about 4 and off and on until around 11 last night. Blogger was "unavailable". I give up.

Now playing: Genesis - I Can't Dance
via FoxyTunes

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Fuck Off Blender

They are the equivalent of musical toilet paper. Sting?! The worst lyricist of all time? Give me a fucking break. Let me put aside the fact that I'm a loyal and devoted 20 year Sting/Police obsessed kind of gal. Put all that aside. Have you ever heard the song Fragile? Englishman in New York? Russians? Tea In The Sahara? Go back further to the Police...Canary In A Coal Mine? Synchronicity 1 & 2? Don't Stand So Close To Me? Yeah, those are definitely pieces of tripe. Mmmhmmm sure. You know who the worst lyricist of all time is? The guy/gal who wrote Hit Me Baby One More Time. There's your winner.

Find Sting boring...a lot of people do. Find him a conceited egomaniac. This is true. Find him a mediocre singer. But don't use him to top your list of the worst lyricists to sell your magazine. It's bullshit. Sting and Neal Peart from Rush were one and two. Come the hell on. Scott I-Find-Religion-Through-Hookers Stapp is number 3. Oh. My. God.

Monkeys compiled this list. That is the only explanation. And not just any monkeys. Those annoying little capuchin monkey's who squeel and hump your shoes and throw poo. Poo throwing Monkey Humpers are the only creatures who could think Sting was the worst lyricist ever.

Bite my ass, Blender.


Now playing: Genesis - Throwing It All Away
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?

There is something so entirely erotic about a girl walking around in public with holey sweat pants on, her hair in a bun, no makeup on and a bag of dog shit in her hand. RAWR!

The only thing sexier than that, is when that girl gets home from walking her dog, with her holey sweat pants, bun hair and no makeup, and adds her glasses to the mix so she can start working.

Try to control yourself people.

Now playing: Expose - I'll Never Get Over You
via FoxyTunes

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Porno For Pyros Is A Stupid Name

I just got to you do, that there are a ton of really stupid ass band names out there. The name having no reflection on the music being produced, because I like some of the music. But dude, some of these names. Puddle of Mudd? Stupid. Smashing Pumpkins. Stupider. Porno For Pyros. Stupidest. What the hell? What was so wrong with Jane's Addiction. That was kind of a cool name.

The story goes that Perry Ferrell got the name while watching the LA riots on TV...and walking the dog. Beating his meat. Waxing his DeLorean. You know. wink wink nudge nudge. Because the logical reaction to a violent, horrific act of human defiance and anarchy playing out on the telly is to toss off. That's how they do it. "They" being the fucksticks in Porno For Pyros.

The stupidity doesn't just begin with the birth of the band. The name makes absolutely no friggin sense. Porno for Pyros. Wouldn't that be just like every other type of porn? I've seen my fair share of "Adult" movie sections and never once have I seen the Pyroporn catagory snuggled up with the Lesbian Nation or Chick With Dicks. They don't play well together. Don't get me wrong, if that's the way you roll. If you get off on watching people on fire or setting fires, or just by watching that cheesy Fireplace channel in cheap motels...hey, more power to ya. I just don't think there is a mass market appeal.

Now that I've said that, I'll probably end up eating my words when someone sends me a copy of Hot Flaming Coeds: Part 4...I'll just consider it an expansion of my Porno horizons. I would however think that the the aforementioned Porno for the Pyro would, in it's simplest form, and most convenient definition be just that. Setting Fires. And DVD's just don't play as well once soaked in lighter fluid.

But I do thank Perry for Lollapallooza. The freak.

Google should have a hay-day with this post. Heh.

So do tell, what do you think are some of the stupidest band names? I'm curious.

Now playing: John Cougar Mellencamp - R.O.C.K In The U.S.A.
via FoxyTunes

Friday, October 5, 2007

Happy Halloween! Kinda.

I needed to shine this place up for Halloween...I love Halloween! I think it's my favorite holiday. Scaring children is fun. That, and any holiday that makes it ok to eat 48 mini Baby Ruth's in one sitting...pure good.

Oh, and I've changed my case you didn't notice the new title. The old one will still work if you don't want to be a cool kid and have the new one.

Ok, I'm getting off this computer now. My brain hurts.

Now playing: Stevie Nicks - Talk To Me
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, October 4, 2007

In The Wise Words Of Supertramp...Give A Little Bit

I've had the busiest week...I'm so exhausted. We were out of town Saturday through Tuesday....then it's been nonstop worky work, trying to catch up. I need about a two day nap. But speaking of work, we've got some big news over at the Cafe. Being that this month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, we are donating $5 from every design (premade or custom) to the Susan G. Komen Foundation. This disease has had a personal effect on all of us in one way or the other. It's completely undiscriminating, and we are all at risk. The American Cancer Society predicts that 180, 510 new cases of breast cancer will be diagnosed this year and 40,910 people, both men and women, will die because of it. That's too many. One is too many.

We want to do what we can. We may not be donating thousands of dollars, but every dollar counts and with your help, we can improve the life of somebody who maybe otherwise couldn't afford that prescription, or the latest diagnostic test. Let's end this thing. Feel free to use one of our buttons on your site, there will be drawings at the end of the month for everybody who purchases a design, as well as those of you who just add our button to your sidebar, and let us know about it. Some very cool prizes are in the works. What better reason to treat yourself to that new design?

Now playing: Lionel Richie - Say You, Say Me
via FoxyTunes