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Okay, maybe six WOULD be too many...

This eBay auction was brought to my attention by one of my moms' boards today. Anyone who's tried to trek through the store with even two kids will find it highly amusing. Guaranteed. Unless you're dead, I suppose.

I have to say, when it comes to grocery shopping I get the "they're so cute" instead of the "are they all yours?" commentary. Which is fine. Until about the hundredth time, after which I want to say "Good! YOU take them for a while!" in response. Because, while the first thirty or so times of my son singing his alphabet (consistently leaving out the letter "N" every time), are cute... the second thirty or so are not. Produce is the last section in the store. By the time we hit produce, I am generally resolved that yes - my husband is right - two children is enough. God help me on the days that I have to let Jareth walk the store when they don't have the cart with the extra seat for him to sit in. For some reason, my son thinks the world needs rearranging. Of course when he IS in the seated cart, he seems to think his sister's legs will grow faster quicker if he yanks on them...

And Jareth is the quiet one. Nevermind about Kayla. The one I constantly dub as "feisty".

*long sigh*

Mind you, Brian and I agreed that if we ever had SIX kids - we'd lose one. And we both looked at each other and simultaneously said "okay, kids - where's Jimmy?" when we decided that. So we will NEVER name any child we have Jimmy, James, Jimbo, or any other such similar name. Because he'd be doomed. Eep.

The lady who wrote the auction also has a weblog, located here. I haven't had much time to read it yet, and it doesn't seem to let me set up RSS feed like I usually do when I want to read a blog, so hopefully I'll have a chance to check it out.

Enjoy!

Current Mood: amused

Screw Diamonds, I want Real Estate!

Recently, on one of my moms' boards, the question was posed..

"So if you were to win a huge lottery, what are some of the things u would do with the money?"

I had fun running through all the possibilities in my head, so I figured I'd drop it here too:

Where to begin... oh, I'd need bundles and bundles of money...

First, sock away enough to cover the kids' education up to and including a bachelor's degree at any school they might want.

Second - three houses - one here in Illinois for visiting the family, one out in the desert somewhere on acres and acres of mountainous land, and one on the east coast (literally) somewhere between Maryland and Florida in a sleepy little area that's not overcrowded. Meh. Scratch that last one - I'll just buy a damn island. That'll work. Then I won't have to worry over the occasional nudity on the beach. *evil grin*

Then there's the cutom-built diesel motorhome with all the bells and whistles and the little car to tow behind it. Each house also needs to be equipped with a garage for said motorhome as well as it's own SUV and sports car...

And, when I'm not traveling about in the motorhome or stopped off for a rest at one of my houses... I'd be jet-setting about the globe. I'd like to see lots of it. I mean LOTS.

Work? Well each house will need to have a fully-equipped jewelry lab at the ready for me to work in. With all the high-end tools, gizmos and gadgets. I'll also want high-end computer equipment in the houses and the motorhome. And I'll want a personal assistant to help keep track of my schedule and to keep me organized. And a top-notch nanny to help me out with the kids.

And a chef. And a maid. And a masseuse. And a trustworthy accountant. And a cabana boy. (well Brian and I once agreed that if he ever gets a french maid, then I get a cabana boy...) *grin*

With all that travel I may just need to hire a Waldorf teacher to privately educate my kids while we travel...

Oooh... and a boob job. I want these suckers reduced down to "perky" damnit!

Oops - I almost forgot about donations. See what a greedy lady I am! I'd totally support the arts - especially programs that help encourage children in art and music. I'd probably buy a little local theatre and support it. I'd also probably donate to cancer research, again, especially those funds for children. And that one that gives dying kids a last wish/dream come true thing. I think that one is totally great. And one that takes underprivileged kids camping too...

Hmm. I might be better off buying a darn orphanage, putting it on my island and equipping it with a high-end medical research center and arts center. Might be cheaper in the end!

How many hundreds of billions are we talking here anyway? *wink*

Current Mood: creative

I guess I'm less geeky than I thought!

I saw this on another blog I was perusing on the web not long ago and thought I'd try it myself...

The Simple Geek You answered 66% of the questions as a geek truly would.

You don't seem to sway in either direction, however you still seem to have some latent geek attributes within you. Maybe you're interested in computers but not a gamer? Maybe you've got geek hobbies but none of the awkward social tendencies. You may be slightly geekier than you thought and in denial! The simple geek usually has various quirks that friends may make fun of, but in general can be considered a fairly normal person. Your geek attributes make you less likely to conform to society. The popular kids don't hate you but the geeks don't either, so it's a respectable demographic. In a nutshell, you answered enough questions with geek tendencies and enough questions without geek tendencies that it's difficult to pinpoint your exact alignment.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 55% on geekness

Link: The True Geek Test written by ambientred on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Funny. I thought for sure I'd come out with a higher "geek score" than that! *shrug* I guess I'm more normal than I thought. Bummer. I'll just have to work on that. Heh.

Later!

Current Mood: geeky

Birthday Wishes...

I'm adding this in now, instead of waiting for after I get up in the morning...

*grin*

I hope your day is wonderful!

Rayn the Impaler...

I had lots to blog today. Comments that came swooshing through my head and then moved over for the next one. However, now that I finally sit down to type them up, I am merely left with impaled Fisher Price people. Yes, that's right, I said impaled. On a bottle-drying rack that is...

What more can I say after that?

*evil grin*

G'night.

'Tis the Season - Drink up!

T'was two nights before Christmas
and all through my house
Every critter was stirring
including the little brown mouse (whom I haven't seen in about a week, but the cats haven't caught yet)...

The stockings were hung
on the bannister with care
and I'd recently redone
the dye-job on my hair.

The presents were wrapped
or at least those that'd arrived
and the gas tank was full
for the Christmas Eve drive.

And Jareth was snuggled all safe in his bed,
while a mobile of bears spun just over his head.

The dishes, they rattled, above in the sink
while Brian washed up, after Amy's big stink.

When what, in my wondering hands did appear?
Why, a bottle of eggnog, to enhance Christmas cheer!

Ooooh!

Gotta go now - G'night!

Blog Like a Pirate, ye scurvy dog!

ARRR!!!

It be Talk Like a Pirate day!

Therefer, I may not be bloggin' much as we be brrringin' out the rum momentarrrily, along with the couple o' pirate flicks we got handy here.

So, I'll raise a pint er two fer y'all, but I don't reckon I'll be up fer much bloggin' later. I may just be flat on me arse.

Ahoy All!

Slightly used WHAT???

Davezilla has done it again.

No words. Just laughter here.

More words maybe later.

Dead. Dead. Dead. (tired that is)

Make your own here.

Found the link over at Davezilla.com

Okay, going to bed now... honest!

G'night!

Ain't I purty?

Found a link over at BrainCrayons, which led me to this site, where I made this:

Well, it's kinda accurate. And the closest thing you're gonna get to a picture of me right now. I haven't had one lately that I've been pleased enough with that I'd be willing to put it online. I think I have maybe two "adult" pictures I actually like, and both of them are reasonably old at this point. I was a pretty cute kid though. Maybe I'll scan one of those in one of these days instead.

*grin*

Okay, g'night for real now!

Pffft!

Found via Word Shadows...

You're Rubik's Cube!! You may think you're
popular, but you're actually extremely
annoying. Seriously.


What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

oh well.

Baaaaalllooooooon!!

Okay... this is evil, wonderful, stupid, fun:

balloon on string

More of his stuff here

enjoy!

Froo-Froo Drink For The Masses...

A few years back, Brian and I took turns going to a bartending school. We both had the idea that we'd be getting jobs as bartenders, seeing as how the school was supposed to also help us get set up finding jobs once we'd finished the class and gotten our certificates. We each had one one-night gig where we bartended, but otherwise the job market was already flooded. And, as much fun as it sounds, I don't think my poor flat feet could hold up to all that standing anymore. Besides, I've forgotten most of the drink recipes. Brian's better at remembering them, but I've stashed them away in a long-term memory brain cell somewhere that has gotten lost in the cobwebs and dust.

But that's okay. Because I "invent" recipes as I go. Thus, I submit the following to the general public at large. Or, rather, the average of six people per day that either come here on purpose or stumble in off a google search.

Amy's Fruit Bowl With A Twist:

6 oz. Pineapple juice
2 oz. Midori
2 oz. Triple Sec
2 oz. Banana Schnapps
1 oz. Amaretto

Add ice and shake to chill. Serve on the rocks in Collins glasses.
Serves 2.

It's mild and fruity and yummy for those who like such froo-froo drinks. Which I frequently do. This was what I came up with last night, and it was both delicious and brought on a warm fuzzy feeling at about the second serving.

It was later, when I (feeling all warm, fuzzy, and thus bold) decided to have those two tequila shots that I got, well, drunk.

Oops.

Fortunately, no hangover.

*knocks on wood repeatedly*

Oh, and when I said I wasn't really hiccuping last night... for some odd reason, after I finished that post, I started hiccuping uncontrollably. That never happens. Weird.

Speaking of time capsules...

One year from now, I'll get an e-mail.

I sent it to myself.

How bizarre.

You, too, can have this privilege here:

FutureMe.org

Thou cockered tickle-brained scullian!

Oh cool! I just found this Shakespearean Insulter through a link off The Mommy Blog which I caught my eye off of beancounter daydreams' "favorite blogs" section, which I found through Word Shadows and...

Okay, now I need a nap.

Anyway, the Shakespearean Insulter is fun. Check it out. I'm thinking I might send a link to the professor I had for my Shakespeare class while I was still taking classes last year. I wonder if he'll remember who this strange woman sending him a link is?

Bubbles!!!

Not feeling much up for blogging tonight. Read some, but I've got a headache. In fact, this bubble game is about all I can handle without hurting myself.

mmmmm. bubbles.

I think I'll get some asprin now.

Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam (sing it please)...

Oh, now this is good! - I don't like spam! ... except this one

Blogopoly?

So, there's this Blogopoly thing I found through another site. Looks fun, I just wish someone would set it up as a flash or shockwave thing. Would be really cool if it was online-playable.

But, the winner of Guardian Unlimited's Best of British Blogging "Best Written" award, Belle de Jour didn't appear to be listed!! Shocked and dismayed, I submitted the following:

So, even if he doesn't include it, you too can save the image above and use it for your own blogopoly pleasure!

I found the link to blogopoly listed at this blog, which I'm not blogrolling out of personal pacifistic views. However, as I live in the Chicago suburbs and this guy aparently lives somewhere in Chicago, I've been keeping my eye on his site out of morbid curiosity concern.

More links for fun stuff, quizzes, etc.

More links up under "Fun Stuff". Found most of them while perusing the archives of Word Shadows. Similarly found the two I did earlier as well.

I did the following at Heart Maker:

first, a reminder for myself:

2nd, a statement of the obvious:

3rd, a wee valentine for me:

4th, for Brian, what every man REALLY wants for Valentines:

5th, a wee valentine for my sister:

6th, a wee valentine for my sister's boyfriend (RPG means RolePlayingGame and is NOT anything naughty, it's played with books and paper and dice and stuff):

7th, and last, a little heart-felt identity:

okay. I'm done now. Good night.

Been there, drove by that...

Seen this thingy on a couple of sites now... here's the states I've passed through or stopped in - most of them during the year I spent traveling in the motorhome with Brian. It's a little inaccurate as I don't remember what path we took to get to St. Augustine, Florida, so I'm missing at least one state that we passed through. I'm not entirely sure we didn't drive through slightly more of the northwest - possibly Montana, when we hit Seattle, Washington. I have a huge paper map that our friend Matt gave us just to mark our travels on. One day I'll have to pull it out and mark it up when I finally put together that scrapbook I'm saving all those brochures and other crap for. You know - once I've forgotten everything I saved the things to remember with... I'll try to get that done shortly after I finish my wedding album... One of these years.

create your own visited states map

Oh, how cool!

Color me in pixels...

I almost forgot. I made this at Mr. Piccassohead. Sort of a Real Life self portrait. *giggle*

I might have to go back and try my hand a my DragonSelf and my InnerFairy...hmm.

Like, totally quizzical dude...

Okay, for kicks I did a quiz at Quizilla to find out how old my inner child is...

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Bummer... I was SO sure she was, like, six or eight years old or something... not just a whiney teenager. *sigh*