well....carp

Last night we (sis and I) took the Persnickety Ticker for some birthday shenanigans. We went to Lynch's for trivia and the whole process of collecting everyone took a while so we missed the start of trivia, then missed a bunch of questions. We didn't exactly have a blast but were certainly entertained at a few points by the people watching. The establishment was very briefly visited by what we are certain was an individual who had mammaries broad enough to be described only as pectoral boobs. They were not large in terms of girth, but mere breadth. He/She/It entered, wandered all of 5 minutes and exited. All while wearing a dress that was so low cut J.Lo would have given 3 snaps, hair coiffed into some sort of 'do reminiscent of the 50s in an Elvis beach movie, complete with a large obtuse flower - I assume helping hold the coif together maybe? Tell me what it is, I'll tell you what to feed it. We figure this individual either escaped the drag queen bar nearby, or just left it looking for more entertainment. Um, 2 blocks due West honey. When trivia was over and the band started we left. We were no longer as entertained, despite our 'box baby' status. We went to one place that was dead enough to make my house look like a more lively alternative, and it smelled funny there. Don't wanna know, I may barf in my mouth at being educated on the sources of the smell. We then moved to a place with quarter pool, with a house rule "no drinks? no play!" I would probably be better at golf than pool. I did shoot better while holding the cellphone talking to my brother. Which, he has to join us for the next go round because Persnickety Ticker very much enjoyed that my sister was keeping up with her, and then while on the phone, the brother had equal footing. We left when we were done with drink and pool. It was late for us (the old farts with kids and that stuff ...um...yea responsibility) and raining. I'd already ticked off the husband for lack of communication, and was trying to spare more strife. Plus Persnickety's quacker was at home pouting that he was left alone with his offspring....quack quack quack (that AFLAC duck comes to mind actually) and the mass quantity of cigarette smoke was sending all of us into an asthmatic tither so we headed home. I have mentioned I don't multitask well right? Things like thinking and talking simultaneously; they evade me. I was trying to drive, at night, in the rain, on roads that were under construction. I got a phone call and was met with a curt and rather ticked off tone. It was bad enough that I had abandoned him without ample warning. But then Cinderella's coach had already returned to being a pumpkin too. Oh the injury to the ego. This morning I didn't get a warm reception either. Yea I goofed, I can admit that. I can see this weekend is going to be interesting too. I'm wondering if it will spill over to Valentine's Day now. Irish people have a mean streak. Lucky me, I married a guy who's got some Cherokee in his lineage as well. THIS should prove to be enthralling.

Irish Wenches go to Lynch's

I'm sitting here waiting on my sister to show up so we can go retrieve a certain persnickety ticker and take said ticker out to celebrate having confounded medical professionals so many years. Meanwhile, my husband is NOT happy that I'm going out because apparently he wasn't forewarned. Oops. Sorry. I did apologize but I don't think it's gonna be enough. He swears I never had a conversation with him about it, I could've sworn I did. Was he paying attention when I was speaking? Was I talking to him and not one of the participating members of this conspiracy to deprive him of his spouse? In my defense....I do have dinner ready, one child is bathed and she had such a bad day she ate dinner and PROMPTLY crashed on the couch. Now by promptly I mean she devoured the food and astonished the teenage brother in doing so, then walked away from the table (left her dish) and silently crawled up on the couch and said nothing to anyone and fell asleep. The child SMELLED like she played hard today, whether she admits it or not. She was moody and full of attitude. I put her in the tub. It helps me, and if she really is my clone, it helps her. It did settle her down. Food helped. We aparently have hollow legs and feet and can put some teenage boys to shame. She is my clone....much to the daddy's chagrin. So all the dad has to deal with is the stinky teenager and being in the house without me. I surely hope the adage holds true "absence makes the heart grow fonder". I really don't like when he's unhappy, especially at me. Meanwhile, waiting on my sister, is now causing us to miss happy hour and risking trivia time. Plus there's the issue of rain, going to get the persnickety ticker and hoping there are seats for the ticker and sister wenches. Maybe we're going to Murphy's on the way to Lynch's?

uhh you got some dirt on your forehead

Yea I know, it was intentional. It's Ash Wednesday.

Side note, I think I killed the spacebar in my new keyboard that I got in November. One side of it is shiny from excessive use and now one side of it is functioning poorly because either someone popped it off and didn't put it back right or it's just lost that "spring" in its um...step.

BLAH and more BLAH

I hate being sick. My lungs have this uncanny ability to sense pollen and go into what can only be described as "Jewish mother" mode. Smothering and hinders the way. My asthma is not the kind that I wheeze and you can ear air whistling in my trachea. Nope, I get the nifty trick of sudden mucuous production and have to sound rather 'unladylike' to breathe. I have resorted to stealing my son's nebulizer at times. DH brought home some Mucinex when he got sick last month, and it's basically Robitusson minus the gacky taste. Seemed to help me get through the workday except somehow I still felt like dog doo. Then I stopped at a friend's house on the way home...her persnickety ticker is fighting to tick and it just sucks. Nothing can be done except 1)wait or 2)accelerate the process of dying. She described her symptoms and I asked if it was a heart attack. She said it probably was and that her heart was in failure, but at least she didn't have the active pneumonia anymore. I'm kind of struggling with this because it just plain defies logic. I can't claim to have that many friends. There are shifts going on in everyone's lives at this point and I feel like I'm kind of in limbo with all my friendships. There are people we hung out with weekly that have kind of moved onto other things that we don't participate in and don't care to be part of either. There are other friends that are geographically distant and have a lot going on in their lives. There's another that is never home, work sucks up a large portion of their life and I don't have much contact with them like I did before. My sister talks to me more, but we've hardly ever been close. We help each other because that's what sisters are supposed to do. It's not a relationship that parallels the friendships I forged with people outside my family tree. Then I have this one friend who is dying. And I watch and listen to it with dread of the inevitable. A person that knew me in high school with all my quirks and strangeness as a kid, tracked me down again a second time. We pretty much picked up where we left off and it's like we never lost touch, except we have individual histories unshared between us. We've never judged each other (as far as I can remember) and we each have this snarky sense of humor and respect for the other's views even if we disagree, and we have a history separated by divergent paths that crossed again. I was washing dishes earlier and got that knot in my gut thinking about how my friend is dying and I can't do anything except be her friend like I've been doing. It's exactly what she and I need though. We can't tiptoe around it, but we don't focus on it either. It does weird me out, but it's only because I haven't gotten to that point of accepting it entirely. I mean when my mom died, it was rather short notice. The doctors found everything shutting down on a Friday and her heart stopped that Monday. This is totally different. Every day she feels like crap and gets worse. Every day she fights to make it through one more day just because she's got unfinished business here still. I wish I hadthe money to take her to Disney like she wants to do before she dies. It totally sucks to be broke. It's all very humbling though, because as much as I think I have something to complain about, I really don't. And for some reason this whole thing reminds me of the movie "With Honors". I have asked my friend to avoid haunting me in the shower or while I'm getting dressed, or in otherwise compromising spots. Her response was something like: "What? No three-way-by-proxy?" Well there's that, and she should be spared the view of my husband's wherewithal.

heart rending

I went to visit a blog that I derive great mirth and enjoyment while reading it. Today was not her usual blog of humorous interactions. This one was human, genuine and really heart rending for me.

http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/01/will-write-for-food.html

It makes me miss my mom.

In posts more recent than this particular one, there are updates to the story.

Super Bowl Commercials-and my favorite

Audi's Automotive Ode to the Godfather - way cool
Soda a la Saturday Night Live
Genietalk search....
Snooty Wine & Cheese? No it's Beer in hiding
UnderArmour Overtakes the World
Jab at Belichick

Bridgestone saves squirrel
Doritos Karaoke (but the good kind of karaoke)

Jolie and Freeman in "Wanted"
Gatorade "good game"

Danica drops clothes for GoDaddy.com
Sexy computer - Dell join (Red)

FedEx carrier pigeons stealing from the Godzilla idea
cars.com.....odd - fight a warrior for a deal?
Silence the talking shirt stain for tide

Corky trains Clyde for the big gig - ode to Rocky (Someone please tell me how Budweiser went from beer to lager?)
Superheros under construction, Ironman
Bridgestone Rock concert

Corolla and the vicious critter
no rules football-Leatherheads with George Clooney
Napolean gets a Garmin

Follow your heart - career builder
Thriller lizards - Sobe lifewater
PSA for keeping kids from getting high

Why grow dream or build....Yukon Hybrid from GMC
Carlos Mencia gives dating tips - Bud Light

Narnia promo spot
Ugly Betty stops trafic with Planters
T-Mobile - Charles Barkley loves Dwayne Wade
NFL & the United Way

Justin Timberlake gets dragged by Pepsi
Doritios opratic ode to mousetraps

NASCAR kickoff in Daytona
House and the local news
Jeep product development lost in the woods
PSA for tobaccofreeflorida.org
Toyota Tundra tows the cabin to the lake

programming promos for PrisonBreak and Terminate
NFL Network - fan comments about players
A.I. programming promo
New Amsterdam....new series on Fox

Tom Petty for the halftime show..... WHYYYYY??? "I'm freeeeeeeeeeeee. Freeee Ballin'" this man hasn't done much in a few years, I guess his bills are piling up or something? Avoiding controversy is understandable but Tom Petty? Puleeeze. I could've enjoyed some local talent more I think.
*YAWWWN*
Fox says "Tom Petty rocked the Superbowl" - sure did....rocked us to sleep

Back to the commercials

resurrect an old car during happy hour w/ Advance Auto Parts
Comcrap promo for 6 months of services
ship your ship. no ship. Carmax
Wachovia way to save (same commercial they've been showing)
NASCAR again sparkplugs, fan blades and pistons

Zantac - expect to see this commercial again. It wasn't thrilling
Movie with Will Ferrel
Claritin with NASCAR's Carl Edwards
cars.com avoids the witch doctor shrinking heads
animated pandas sell furniture - salesgenie.com
Shaq jockeys for Vitamin Water
another NASCAR programming promo
Fox programming promo for Terminator

Caveman invents wheel for Bud Light
Carmen Electra for Ice Cubes gum
Bridgestone avoids hitting Gene Simmons, Richard Simmons,
careerbuilder.com showtunes
Fox Programming Sarah Connor Chronicles (Terminator)

Genesis - a luxury sedan by Hyundai - debuts during the game
Buzz & Woody introduce Wall E the robot that resembles Johnny 5, who then blows up a vacuum

Samuel L Jackson, Jumper movie promo
e*trade baby vlog (coulda nixed the spit up)
Bud Light "Flying"
Fox Pro Bowl Programming Promo
(Must they have so much programming promo??)

oboe player Chester Pitts walks on & plays in the NFL (Texans)
local promos
"steakdar" at Golden Corral
Tailgating with Publix (made me hungrier than I was already)

Sunsilk brings out classic divas of music
cartoon parade balloons fighting over Coke like it's a football game-happy ending for Charlie Brown

JINX buy me a coke politics
big wheels race - Toyota Sequoia
fox pro bowl (what? didn't sell enough commercial time?)

Adam Sandler - Don't Mess with the Zohan
more Terminator programming promo (fox....what are you doing?)

E*Trade baby, hired a clown
Taco Bell fiesta platter serenade
loud slurping dog (cute black lab) drinks gatorade
fox programming promo - again

Will Farrell as Jackie Moon for Bud Light
Hyundai Genesis
Fox promo again - at least it was Chad Johnson and "Moment of Truth"

Victoria Secret - let the games begin
Amp, jump start
NFL-Big Ben karaoke - spot for A.I.

programming promo for FX
Dell - Join (red)
tracking ops for overstock.com

e*trade
happy cows from california

cadillac escalade
g2 from gatorade (again)
visa popcorn at the movies
at&t mobile phone


I KNOW I saw the breathe fire commercial from Bud Light, but mustve been distracted and didn't note it.....I must not have been too impressed


and my vote for the favorite
Audi's Automotive Ode to "The Godfather"

just not feelin it'

It has not be a lovely day in my household. Unsunny is a good way to describe the mood. So in an effort to hold true to that adage that if something nice can't be said, something should be kept quiet. I will say that I may have to network the old dinoputer just so that I don't have to crochet the large swath of the project that I accomplished today. It's not DONE mind you, but there was approximately 360 square inches of this project completed, today alone. Two other people were on the computer and yes I get a tad territorial. First of all, this glowing box is how I earn money, second, it was made clear this computer was not going to be mangled like the old one was. Third and most important for public safety, I do recall warning them about the PMS, yet there seemed to be adequate amounts of ignoring that warning. Someone pass me a towel and some ice to treat the teeth wounds on my tongue.

Cranial Flatulance and blog fodder

My dear friend.....she is just entertaining and at no expense to me or herself....wellllll maybe herself a bit but she's got good humor to spare. In any case, we were talking on the phone today and I lost track of what I was saying in my multitasking distractedness. This is precisely why I do not apply for jobs that indicate a requirement for attention to detail and multitasking. I can do one or the other and not both. There's a risk for screw up in any case regardless. Multitasking is especially dangerous territory. As a result of my trying to decide what to do with an item I was picking up from the floor, my brain had a total, complete, and UTTER A.D.D. moment. The thought literally fell out of my head and in the river below the bridge. My friend laughed her butt off at me and said "brain fart?". Yes, that train of thought got derailed. She then proceeded to say "Did your brain fart and leave skid marks?" as she laughed maniacally at me and my cranial flatulance. Thereby confirming that I was put on this earth to entertain others, and this time it was at my expense. Cheap date.

Politics or religion

http://www.news4jax.com/politics/15132730/detail.html

I typically do not get on any public bandwagon about any politician. I keep my vote private and do not even share it with my husband. It's one of those things I do. Call me quirky or weird if you want, I've heard it before. But this caught my eye. My puzzlement arising from this particular "news piece" is that this candidate is not going to preach at a prominent church but he'll be at a fair tax rally. The gist I get is that a group of people planned to protest this candidate's appearance at this particular church that has had some dark clouds hanging over it for some time. So this very openly bible-thumping guy will essentially not make an appearance at a church of fellow bible-thumpers, but he'll still go to a rally on fair taxes. This just doesn't sit right with me. I keep thinking that this guy is backing down from the religious side of things because of a little complaining and a threat of protest, yet he's one of those guys who will take any opportunity he can to witness his beliefs to the public. I very well could be misguided or even wrong with my thoughts on this. I am well aware that I do not know the whole story and never will know either. However, I can't pinpoint it, but something just does not seem right about all this. Gut feeling. Gotta go with your gut....something doesn't feel right, so it probably isn't right.

removing my feet & other stinky stuff

I went to lunch with a dear friend of mine today. She and I share some dining interests that we can't get others in our lives to share with us. Today's adventure took us to European Street Cafe, complete with the Beer Cheese Soup. My husband will be greeted by the end results of lunch later I'm sure. I don't fret about it, because I am paying him back for all the noxious fumes he contributed to the environment over the course of his lifetime with me. I've never been the kind to hide the fact that my body functions like every other normal human's body does. To paraphrase my husband, I can make sailors turn their heads in amazement at the things emitting from me. Apparently I make the Marine turn his head, and subsequently wrinkle his nose and run for NBC gear (NBC means nuclear, biological & chemical - as in gas masks issued to servicemembers). In any case, there was a point to this blog entry, I promise.
Well as my friend and I were leaving, we ended up talking more, like we INEVITABLY do, no matter where we are. She asked about my shoes. I got them at the neighborhood Payless and they're downright comfortable with a little support and cushioning. They look a tad like Skechers and she mistook them for such brand. I said, "nope, they're X brand. They're comfy but they make my feet stink if I wear them too long." Then the next thing that escaped my mouth....needed PEPPERMINT shoes in fact. I said, "I have to go home and take my feet off so they don't stink too bad", and I immediately realized what I said.....but my friend caught it at the same time and started laughing. And of course, because we are who we are, it started a random A.D.D. laden commentary about going home and taking off my feet and putting my stumps up because it's been a rough day. And other things about the convenience of being able to just swap one's feet as needed. Having large feet myself, this feature could come in very handy when out shopping and a pair of "absolutely-to-die-for-and-must-have-them-now" shoes appears and is not in my size. I could simply buy the shoes, and go home and swap my feet for a different sized pair, thereby exponentially increasing my shoe wardrobe. These dogs do not look so cute in some style shoes, simply because they're honkin' huge.