You are 20% normal You are abnormal. You are crazy and I'm surprised that the asylum would let you use the computer to take this quiz. Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Oh. My. God. LOL I actually cracked up laughing when the results came up - even Amy said, "That's it???" I need to be institutionalized.

Found this below on my daughter's site:

faKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food. REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs. REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"

FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.REAl FRiENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.REAl FRiENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's ass that left you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch, drink the rest of that you know we don't waste shit."

FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the fuck out

Aah, good times, good times....Peace, everyone :o)

Steven Tyler revealed today that he has Hep C. He's known for 3 years...

Hmm...I wasn't informed.

I think I need to get myself checked out. ;o)

Back to Reality...

We got home last evening after a much needed break from reality. God, I love staying in a hotel. I would love to do this every weekend.
There was a little Mexican singing & playing the guitar at dinner on Saturday - I wanted him to sing Happy Birthday to me, but seeing it's not my birthday yet, I didn't know if that was such a good idea.
I learned that you can't even put a teaspoon of bubble bath in a jacuzzi. Vaughn was out in the room & all he heard was, "Ummm, honey? Can you get the ice bucket? The bathroom is covered in bubbles." He then asked me what I planned on doing with the bubbles once I scooped them out, and since I didn't think that far ahead, we just turned off the jets & had a bubble bath instead.
We went to Ikea - I only planned on getting napkins. I swear. But, Vaughn was holding the cart and was walking like his ass was on fire, so I panicked and started throwing stuff in. The bill came to $192.00, and even though I was shocked, I couldn't read the receipt because everything's got a wierd name so I didn't know what I would have been reading anyway...
We went to an amazing brunch yesterday, and there was a man (not the little Mexican) playing a harp. It was beautiful, but not nearly as much fun as the Mexican...There was a lady who worked there who was wearing a low-cut blouse and her chest was as hairy as Vaughn's. This gave me the giggles. I know, I know...I'm a 10yr old sometimes.
On the way there, we stopped in Nowhereville and ate at this Chinese Food/Burger place (this in itself should have been a warning). I guess they have a buffet on Friday Nights because there was a sign posted on the buffet table that read, "Only take what you plan to eat. If there is uneaten food left on your plate, you will be charged $5.00 extra". I burst out laughing - I am clearly not redneck enough to eat in a hick town.
All in all it was a great weekend. I did manage to finish the book "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time"...Very different, but a good different.
Have a great day, everyone....Peace :o)

Date Night

I'm off tomorrow for the night in Edmonton with Vaughn for my bi-annual napkin run, and to take the new car on a road trip...He's got us a great suite booked with a jacuzzi (yee haw!), so it should be lots and lots of fun. ;o)

Bought a few books today:

This one kind of appealed to me because I was such a Judy Blume fan back when I was a teenager.

I read a review on this man's 2nd book, "A Spot of Bother", and it sounded great, so I figured I'd start off with the 1st one and see how it goes.

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone. :o) Peace.

I watched the memorial service they had for Steve Irwin last night. I cried myself to sleep.

Kiss the Crown

I was told last week by someone that I was "High Maintenance". I first took this as a joke, but when I realized that there was no humor in their voice, I became a tad offended. Me??? High Maintenance??? nah. So, I started thinking back....way back.....

About two years after I got married (I'll be married 17 years in December), I redecorated the kitchen of a house we had bought. It was all green & plum. I had a little glass bottle that sat by the sink that held my dish soap. One day I had run out & I sent my husband to get some. You know, this in itself, was a mistake. He came back with soap that was dark blue. Dark Blue! In a green & plum kitchen! What was he thinking???? I think I actually had a seizure. The matter was quickly rectified, and I had green soap in less than an hour.

About 2 years ago, I had run out of laundry detergent. I sent my darling husband to get some. "I don't want to," he says. "Why not?" I ask. "Because I'll just end up getting the wrong stuff." Apparently, after all these years, I've turned him into a paranoid shopper who can't pull anything off the shelf without my approval. So I tell him I use Tide. How on earth could he possibly go wrong with that? So, I get home from work and walk in the porch and see the Tide sitting there.....Fragrance Free Tide. You've got to be kidding me. So, I walk in the house, look at him straight in the face and ask, "When in the history of me have I ever bought anything fragrance free????" The matter was quickly rectified and I had Tide with a shitload of fragrance in less than an hour. I was also informed that after 15 years of marriage that my husband was never going to pick anything up at the store for me again.

So, we're sitting at the dinner table last Friday and I looked at Vaughn and asked, "Do you think I'm high maintenance?" He froze. I'm talking "deer in the headlights" froze. My daughter walks in, so I ask her. She chuckles and says (very sarcastically, I might add), "um, yeah". I ask her to tell me what she means. She says, "You bought me an Abercrombie tote last month because you wanted to implement name brands into my wardrobe. Dad took you quading a few weeks ago, and he had to wait until you put your makeup on. Do you want me to continue??" My son joins in and says, "You make dad drive 4 hours so you can go to Ikea just to get napkins." So, I proceed to defend myself by saying, "There are no good napkins in this stupid town!" Then, I'm guessing my husband finally thawed because, in the company of witnesses, he decided to contribute. "Look in the driveway. Look on your finger!" You see, I have a killer wedding set, but I have to explain that I never, ever asked for anything. I just simply state at one time or another that I want these things, and if he decides to go forward with getting them, that's purely up to him. And then he holds up the cutlery. I nearly shot him.

My daughter's friend came over this weekend to see the new car (yes, I got it....I actually sign the papers tomorrow). She looks at Amy & says, "Does your Mom have commitment issues with cars?" Okay, okay, it's my 3rd car in 2 years - sue me. My daughter, God bless her, looks at her friend and says, "My Mom has commitment issues with everything".

So, as we take my vehicle out of town this weekend so I can do a napkin run, I'll remember that as I don't get anything for the kids. And my husband should be overly grateful that I don't have a commitment issue with him. I realized that he was a keeper when a year went by & the novelty hadn't worn off.

So nice to know that my family's got my back.

Another one of my husband's favorite movies....I'm ashamed to say I watched it tonight with him for the jillionth time. Even more ashamed to say I laughed my ass off for the jillionth time. *sigh*
I think my husband is a bad influence.

Go figure

I'm a movie lover - not any specific type, I just love going to the movies. I married a man who sees no sense in it. He doesn't understand how a person would pay to go sit in uncomfortable seats, pay a fortune for snacks and not even be able to pause the show when nature calls. So, I usually end up going with one of the kids - or waiting until it comes on video, because that's the only way I can get Vaughn to watch it.
Until the other day....The preview for "Jackass Number Two", comes on tv. He cracks up laughing, looks at me and says, "Oh honey, we've got to go see that".

Amazing - all of the Oscar-worthy movies step aside....Johnny Knoxville, Party Boy, Steve-O, and Bam Margera are calling....where did I find this man of mine?

Intelligent thoughts of the day....

Hope everyone has a great day :o) Sorry, these comics make me smile - wanted to share them with all of you. Peace.

Decisions, decisions.....

Two years ago for my birthday, my husband took me down to the car dealership & told me to pick out a car.....I picked out a Vibe:

I should tell you that I had been nagging him for about a year for one. You know, it was the whole "Oh my God, honey! It's my favorite car EVER! Even if I won the lottery, I would want a Vibe!" So he surprised me... I picked one out (same color as above), test drove it, did the financing, and drove it off the lot...And I hated it. Don't get me wrong, I really like the car - I just hated the color from day one. You see, my dream is to own a silver vehicle ( a silver Land Rover, to be exact, but that's where the lottery comes in) - they didn't have silver, so my second choice was black. They had a black - with no air conditioning. Who in the hell wants a car with no air conditioning??? It gets hotter than the depths of hell here, and I'll be damned if I'm opening the windows with the shit that I've seen flying around in this city. So, I got this color - The official name is "Moonstone" - I saw "Gunmetal Grey". I'm not a "Gunmetal Grey" type of person......but I got it, and I've loathed it for 2 years.

I have been driving myself crazy as to the kind of car I want. So, a few weeks ago, it hit me. I wanted a Silver Tracker. Guess what??? They don't make them anymore! So, Vaughn took me down to the dealership tonight to show me an Equinox in the showroom. Gunmetal Grey. I looked out the window, and what do I see???? A silver one. He tells me it's used. I tell him that I don't care because it's silver.

So, I've driven it all over town, went to show my friend, Jayne & her husband, who loved it, and now I've got it sitting in my garage - I have until tomorrow evening to decide whether or not I want this new addition to my family. It's not a Tracker....It's definitely not a Land Rover....but it's silver. And it's pretty damn sweet.

20 years in the blink of an eye.........

20 years ago at 1:42am, I expericed the worst pain known to women.
Where did the time go? My baby girl is 20 years old today.

Amazing, how a girl almost 1/2 my age can be my best friend. What an astounding kid I have, ladies. She's the most stubborn, cranky, opinionated person that has ever existed. She would argue about the sun coming up in the morning.

I raised her to stand up for what she believed in - to fight to the ends of the earth for what she felt was right. I created this monster in my own image. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

20 years....gone in a blink. Wishing and amazing girl an amazing birthday.



Now, for your viewing pleasure, some pictures thru the years........

20 years ago

Today - some things never change, amy :o)

Amy then....

Amy today

Life is a Highway........

Well, Benjamin left yesterday....The supposedly "Bane of my existence" is gone. Amy is so sad - Her birthday is on Friday, so they had a going away/birthday party on Monday night and everything went awesome..poor girl...She is having such a hard time with this...

She did, however have the most amazing few months, and, he was absolutely amazing to her. I do feel though, that he is definitely a boy who has to be taken in small doses. I mean, it was fun, it was memorable, but he would most certainly constitute as "too much of a good thing"...And this is how I explained it to Amy:

Me: Remember that time when I craved egg salad sandwiches all the time? I couldn't get enough of them? I ate 2 or 3 of them a day, and after about 2 months I got so sick of them that I wanted to vomit? Remember that I couldn't even think of an egg without wanting to be sick?

Amy: Yeah

Me: Well, it was my favorite thing in the world, just like Ben is to you. But too much of my favorite thing made me puke. Benjamin is like egg salad.

Amy: But I don't really like egg salad.

(You have to realize that she was quite emotional during this conversation, and I was trying my best to put Benjamin's leaving in perspective, but she just wasn't getting it)

Me: Okay, maybe he's not egg salad for you. What's your favorite food?

Amy: Beef Taco Salad from Boston Pizza.

Me: Okay, Benjamin is your Beef Taco Salad.

Amy: But I don't think I like Beef Taco Salad that much....Can it be milk? I love milk. And you just know when you've had too much milk. Can Ben be like milk?

Me: Fine. He's milk. By this time, I've pretty much given up on the metaphors. Then Adam pipes in.

Adam: I don't get it.

See if I ever console anyone again. No one gets my logic.

Here are a couple of pics from Amy & Benjamin's Excellent Adventure. Happy trails. Thanks for the smile you put on my daughter's face. For that, I do love you.

12 Step Program....

I have a housewares addiction. Yes, I admit it. I'm not ashamed of it. I will work until the end of time to feed this addiction. I also feel that it's a genetic thing, as my Mother suffers from it as well.

I sat the other day and tried to think how many set of dishes I have owned in the almost 17 years I've been married, and I'm on my 12th set - This doesn't include the 4th set of Christmas dishes I'm on, but that's a whole other blog. Trust me. I couldn't even count (even though I really, really tried) how many bedding sets I've had, but I'm down to a summer one, a fall/winter one and my Christmas one. And then there's the vintage butter dish addiction I had a few years back - ebay was my best friend.

Anyway........about 2 months ago, I was shopping with Vaughn - he was shopping for God-knows-what, and I (as always) drifted to the housewares. I walked, surveyed the dishes, realizing that there wasn't anything that was catching my eye, so I strolled and strolled.....and then I came to an abrupt halt. Cutlery. I've been pretty good in this department, as I'm only on about my 6th set, so I'm pretty satisfied in that aspect. But I fell in love with this cutlery. And I started bellowing throughout the department store to Vaughn. He came running, and there I was, rubbing the cutlery.

"Oh honey, I love it!"
"It's impractical. The forks only have 3 prongs."
"Are you serious??? Oh, of course. You couldn't possibly get food on this fork with only 3 prongs - Everyone knows that the 4th prong is the most important. Jesus, what was I thinking?"
"Whatever - if you like it, get it."
"Never mind - I'll just covet it." And I think I actually whimpered a bit.

You see, I married a co-dependant spouse. I have a serious addiction and he feeds it. He has no addictions whatsoever, and he actually thinks I'm a little off kilter, but he loves me, and he permits me to be this way, so, technically it's all kind of his fault.

We've been to this store many, many times in the past few months, and I'm always drawn to this cutlery. He loses me in the store, because he always knows where to find me. I'm just there - standing - holding this cutlery and silently pouting.

So.....I come home from work on Friday night....All of my old cutlery is on the table. Me, thinking either Adam got sidetracked emptying the dishwasher, or he broke the cutlery drawer, walk into the kitchen. I open the drawer, and there it is....My new cutlery. I started squealing like a child and I jumped on him. I then looked at him and said, "You are so getting lucky tonight." My daughter almost vomit.

I love Vaughn - even though this really is all his fault.