You Are: 50% Dog, 50% Cat

You are a nice blend of cat and dog. You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful. And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.

Are You More Cat or Dog?

The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick

You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times. Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness! Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

The Dunc-man!

For you

helicopters or vultures?

You're on the freeway going into work, and up ahead of you in the sky are three helicopters circling like vultures over the same highway you're traveling on. Good feeling.

It's Thursday it must be hot dogs

My Mom did not like cooking and her meals showed it. Every Thursday for as long as I can remember was hot dogs and canned corn night.

Thursday was Mom's shopping and beauty shop day. Which means that by the time she got home from all her running around . . .
1. she was too tired to cook
2. there was very little time to cook
3. it was her excuse day

Monday = spaghetti night
Tuesday = casserole night
Wednesday = meat loaf or something gross
Thursday = hot dogs and canned corn
Friday = shake-n-bake chicken
Saturday = hamburgers and soup
Sunday = steaks, huge salad and some wonderful veggie (Dad cooked this night)

Some of her revolving meals for Wednesday or Tuesday night; waffles with sausages, navy beans with corn bread (eaten with butter and syrup), canned chili with peanutbutter crackers, a soup that she made that had a ton of lima beans in it and we were all expected to eat it until the time I said I was allergic to lima beans and to prove my point I puked right there at the table after being made to eat one (obviously I hate lima beans), pork chops with apple sauce (I kid you not), ground beef steak with green beans. I could go on but I think you get the picture.

But now looking back I have to hand it to my Mom she did cook almost every night without a break in sight. We hardly ever went out to eat, it just wasn't done. There was three growing children and two adults it would have gotten costly to go out all the time. Thanks Mom! I love you!

I got two new books and a silver braclet for my b-day yesterday. A new to me Tom Robbins book and The Story of O. I can't wait to get started on them.

Oh, yeah, and I got to leave 8 minutes early yesterday too! WOW

System of a Down

Cell phone conversation over heard at a concert

Hey, I'm sitting by myself at a concert!

Yeah, she called me immature and said I needed to grow up.

But man, like I've been waiting for this concert for 3 years, is it my fault they don't come to Texas?

The person looked to be under 30 years of age, what's so immature about seeing a concert?

What are you wearing?

Since when has it been okay to wear your underwear in public? Okay, yes, I'm old. I'm not talking boxer shorts or bra or a slip. Maybe I should tell you what I saw and you be the judge. . .

On Sunday my husband wanted to go get some DVD's to watch that night. I was wearing my workout clothes, a pair of bright pink pull tie gym shorts and a big over sized white t-shirt. I couldn't go out dressed like that and for some reason he wasn't going to go by himself. The only thing to do was to shower and change, and I did.

At the check out line of the video store we both looked over and saw that the chick in front of us was wearing a pair of men's tidy whities (with no additional pair of woman's underwear beneath). There was no way of mistaking these as shorts or as bikini suit bottoms. I know what men's underwear looks like - trust me on this one folks. TIDY WHITIES - men's briefs - Fruit Of The Loom - regulars - what mom's made their boys wear until they developed their own sense of style.

I'm I out of touch, is this now the fashion?

oh, and while the woman was at the check out counter my cute ass of a husband says loudly "Look Honey, you coulda wore your gym shorts after all!"

Nice one, Dear!

I've been depressed and down lately. My father passed away two weeks ago suddenly. I was feeling depressed before that. It has only been amplified.

On a brighter side, when we were burying my dad, at the cemetery in Indiana, a house near the cemetery was playing Ozzy Osbourne real loud. For a moment it took our minds off of our tears.

HOLY COWS!

Flying Spaghetti Monster with cows! How cool.