Magic Shrooms...

The things you find at the dollar store...

The Great Wall....

I was exhausted after doing this little bit. I don't know how the little China mens did that huge wall... I would have had my Union rep on speed-dial, don't you just worry about that.

All About Me Mondays...

Some of the things about me that have appeared in my blog have been things that even my closest-est friends were not aware of, so I will be doing "All about me, Mondays" with just some quick tidbits... As far as this picture goes, I am the one on the left... the one on the right is my brother, Dan. Guess his 'fix' was wearing off and reality was setting back in... he doesn't look happy. Notice my Dad in the mirror looking down at his camera to take the picture... btw... loved that tinsel tree, the big pink balls (duh), the train and the light wheel. And now, on to more about me...

- In my life, there were 5 dogs that I or my family owned... Jeffy and Benny were my Dad's hunting beagles... Chi Chi was my Mom's pride and joy (Chihuahua)... then we had Lucky (West Highland White Terrier) who my Dad found on the railroad while working, and then Shelby, my Cairn Terrier. I am highly allergic to dogs.

- I don't know what nationality I am. Possibly Hungarian, but your guess is as good as mine. I pass for most nationalities that people don't mess with me, except for security at the airport. I always get picked to be searched.

- I fell out of a tree when I was little that made my hip twisted back, pinching a nerve on my right side which resulted in muscular degeneration... ie: my right calf and buttock is smaller than my left ones. For 2 dollar 50 cent, I'll show you. This is why you will see that my pants and shorts are generally twisted to the left. Although somewhat blessed, it's not because of that.

- I still have the woobie that my mother made for me from scrap yarn and I still rub it to calm me down... that and the bottle of anti-anxiety meds.

Cancer Sticks...

I got off highway at the Robinson exit and was sitting at the light and looked down at the side of the road. There must have been over 1000 cigarette butts laying there, thrown out of windows of people sitting at the light. This is a personal pet peeve of mine. Not only do we have to breathe in the second-hand smoke of smokers, but we also have to look at their dried out hair, cloudy nails, yellow skin and teeth and smell their awful breath and smell of smoke on their clothes... and listen to them bitch about how much a pack costs. On top of that, they are using health care resources up for something that they know is hurting them. Now, apparently, we have to look at the waste product of their weakness lying on the road... for how long you ask?

Cigarette butt : 1-5 years Not only do cigarette butts last a long time, they are often thrown from a vehicle which means the cigarette butts end up in the street. These butts will eventually end up in the storm drains. Once they end up there they lead to the ocean and kill fish.

Is this littering, you ask?

Most cities have ordinances against this... anything is considered littering if it can be burned. I have seen fines from $200 - $500 for throwing a cigarette butt out of a car window and may include jail time.

Are cigarettes expensive, you ask?

Obama just imposed a higher tax on smoking products (from 39 cents to $1.01 a pack) in an effort to get people to stop and to fund health care for children. In the next 4 1/2 years, the tax will raise an estimated $33 billion for the cause.

Smokers: Do us, the environment and the fishies all a favor. Quit. Get a rubberband... put it around your wrist and every time you want to light up, snap the rubberband against your wrist. It's called 'behavioral modification'. If that doesn't work, give me $5... I'll light a match and blow it out in your face then smack you upside your head. That'll probably do it. Hell, I'll do that for free.

Wonder Woman

What you have to wonder is how she blocked bullets with those tin cans on her wrists. I've gotten into a can of baked beans with a butter knife before... they look more flimsy than that. And other than her big boobs being right out there, I don't know what it was that made me as hot as I could have been for her for a 14 year old gay bird in the making... must have been the all the gold lame' and bedazzled stars. Those shorts look like granny panties on her. Very unflattering. And I've used thicker gold rope on my Xmas packages than her magic lasso.

Cloud With A Silver Lining...

Perhaps things do happen for a reason... watching a news clip this morning about Las Vegas, with hotel business down 15%... convention business drastically reduced and one of the hardest hit housing market crashes... mostly every casino could be facing bankruptcy... so many people are out of work and with a huge increase of business right before the recession that sparked a major growth spurt, the whole town is at a standstill. I'm beginning to think that my mental, emotional and financial ruin was my gain, after all.

Before The Season Even Started...

Before even lifting a finger doing landscaping this year, by just touching my gloves from the fall... I have contracted poison ivory. Not 'ivy'... but ivory. (It can lie dormant up to 3 years whether the plant is dead or not). I have a habit of making up my own phrases and words or pronouncing things the way I want to... like instead of Forsythia... I say 'for Cynthia'... like it was for some girl. And instead of Pachysandra... I say 'Pat Cassandra'... again, another girl I think I went to middle school with. It gets boring when you are pulling weeds. Maybe it's the poison ivory that is making me crazy?

The Stalker Is Back

Just when I thought I had this problem licked, guess who showed up again this morning? Yes, the stalker. Here, you can see him planting a tree to symbolize his love for me... he is so delusional. I bet he's listening to "Endless Love" on his ipod...

My Boyfriend Sailed Through Again...

Some of the themes that they pick are so lame... this week was Motown... and while I think it's paramount to the music industry, the songs are all to jumpy and whiny... there really wasn't an exceptional performance... well, maybe by Adam Lambert (the 'emo' kid... he looked fantastic (normal) and sounded great)... Kris (my BF)sounded great (for what he had to work with)... It was heartwarming that he picked "How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You" as an obvious message to me. Ditto, Kris. The song is a little monotonous, but can you really hear that message too many times from someone that loves you so? The second 'video' (not really a video) above is from last week when he sang "To Make You Feel My Love" to me. It will be rough waiting for the tour this Summer to be over before he comes home to me.

I've Got Gas... And Plenty Of It...

As you may recall, I used to keep my house at 45 degrees throughout the Winter and my bills were around $145.00. My Dad's were around $450.00 set at about 68. In the new place, we have been consistently keeping it at or around 64 degrees... and that's with me walking around in shorts and a t-shirt. For me, it's like being in Miami... I actually had to shut the vent in my bedroom because I was too warm. With it set on 64 degrees, we just got our first full month's bill.... $66.00. These places are being built in a matter of weeks... they look like they could be blown over with a stiff wind, but they must be doing something right with insulation and efficiency. I may turn it up to 65 and take a vacation south of the equator.

Rain, Rain, Go Away....

Being a conscientious person, I feel it is my duty to do my part in gathering the essentials for the ark, if we need to build one (with all the rain). I've got my two things for the contribution... and they just happen to be twins...

What a Scream...

Bridgestone - Critters Scream @ Yahoo! Video

Our Retirement Condo Complex in West Virginia

So far, Matt has chosen the baby blue one... I have dibs on the other blue one... I'm guessing that Matthew will want the gray one on top (since he will want to reign down on us all, being the Queen and all)... better put your $7.99 deposit down... they are going fast.

Back To My Roots...

I've been trying to find out the mystery of my adoption (it puts any Jerry Springer episode to shame) for as long as I can remember. I have found out some things but with my biological mother and father being gone only a few years after I was born, it's been a rough road to get any information or answers. Although I have known about 5 or 6 of my biological half brothers and sisters (from many different fathers), I have never been able to track them down or spoken to them. After some research and 50 phone calls tonight, I was able to track down my biological half sister in California. She is coming here June 23rd to see her best friend that, freakishly, lives 500 feet from where I live right now. How weird is that? And when I drove from L.A. to Vegas once, I drove 500 feet past her house in California. Things happen so strangely in life. With having some answers now, my life-drama has been downgraded to a sweeps-week Maury Povich episode entitled 'who the baby-daddy is?' instead of a Jerry Springer episode entitled 'you don't know me biotch 'cause I don't know myself!'.

Martha Cracks the Whip...

Blah Girls Fashion Line @ Yahoo! Video

Spot on

I saw Religulous (ie: religion is ridiculous) the other day... this couldn't be more my opinion even if I wrote it myself. So as not to offend my religious friends, I won't push my non-beliefs (or beliefs as the Christians do)... but it does explain why there's such a decline in faith (people are wising up and thinking for themselves) and why, in the name of religion, we will wind up destroying ourselves as a world. It's worth a look-see.

I might as well hit on Politics while I'm at it... kudos to Obama for all that he is accomplishing or trying to accomplish... boo for trying to be a celebrity. I think there should be a formal distance and don't think we should idolize (at least not the 'that was dope, dog... the big O is back... I was feelin it' Randy Jackson kind of idolatry) the leader of our country... just do your job. Am I on Letterman for pulling out weeds every day?

Drop off some timber at my trailer in Idaho....

You've Gotta See This Sand Artist...

Inside My Drawers...

Feel free to peruse my drawers... explore my tids and bits and ogle my goodies... I'm sure you will find that they are very neat and everything's where it should be.

My Boyfriend's Back...

As you know, this boy showed up yesterday at my house under my bedroom window, I guess waiting for me to let down my long blond hair or some shit like Rapunzel. If he wanted me so badly, he should have just rang the bell and politely asked me out. Instead, he spent most of the day going from window to window to get a glimpse of me (probably taking pictures) and pretended to be raking the dirt out front... I mean, who does that? This morning, I awoke to the beeping of a Bobcat back-hoe under my window that he obviously rented to go along with the ruse or maybe to lift himself up to the window? Then he was jumping up and down on the dirt, I guess to get a better look in... here he is under my deck (more of the Rapunzel theme, I guess... it must get him all juiced up)... I fear that he is trying to dig a hole under the house to get in...




He brought a friend today to check me out... notice how they scattered when they saw me walk by the window, putting their hoods up as if I wouldn't notice them, pretending to work...



At first, I thought his level of commitment was endearing and I was ever so slightly flattered... I mean, I have a lot of things going on around here and for him to distract me with his shenanigans now is bordering on rude and obsessive and keeping me from my work. Besides, he is jeopardizing my relationship with Kris. If he shows up tomorrow at the crack of dawn while I just so happen to be glancing out all my windows, I'll be forced to call the authorities.