My Resolutions-

I got this idea from Margie. These are my New Year resolutions:

1. too eat as much as possible
2. never do any laundry, dishes or sweeping
3. sit around watching TV all day
4. never, ever clean any toilets, sinks or tubs!
5. frivolously spend all our money
6. never pay any bills
7. read absolutely no books

So, if I resolve to do all of these things, then by next year I will be thinner, cleaner, more fit, well read and financially responsible. Get it?

Blocks & Inhibitions: The Devil

You can't continue to rigidly meet others' expectations, fearing their disapproval if you don't.

The card in the Blocks position points to self-undermining tendencies, areas where you could be in denial, where you could get stuck -- unless you examine yourself and make some corrections.

The Devil card in this position represents fear -- specifically the fear of being told that you are bad, unnatural or out of balance. Such fear kills all joy, creativity and progress. That being the case, learn to get off on creating a little disapproval from time to time.

Learn to maintain equanimity no matter how people react toward your energy or ideas. Free yourself up to more fully and authentically explore issues that are unique to you. Be comfortable with the fact that you have passions outside the norm. When you do so, others' responses won't have so much power to diminish your confidence. Tap your authentic self.

Oh my lord, how accurate is that? That is just one card from my free 11 card reading I got from tarot.com. I am impressed. there was another card so far that totally makes sense to me, but I have to take it literally. I had to read it a few times before I got it, but now I am glad it did. It even fits with my question: What is the best approach for dealing with my depression?

Oh great

Let's remember this day not as Lavender Dawn's Birthday, but as the day Saddam Hussein was hanged. Good grief, couldn't they have done it on the 30th? Just for me?

Some guy in New Dehli has been sexually assualting and murdering little kids. They have found 15 skulls in his home. 38 kids have gone missing and the police did nothing because everyone in the neighborhood is poor. Now cops are getting fired...

Next year filming wil start on the next Indiania Jones movie starring that georgious hottie Harison Hord. Han Solo is sooo yummy!

I rubbed my eye and it kept itching. I rubbed it more and was distracted by the kids. finally I realized something was wrong. Now it is blood shot and still itches, 2 days later! when I pull the lower lid down, a red dot is visible. I have been using clear eyes on it. Oh, andit started producing eye boogers almost immedeately. It really sucks.

We went to ryans for dinner last night for an early birthday celebration. Just me and all 4 kids, after a day spent at Piney shores. We played putt putt golf, tried our skills at archery- I shot my arrow way over the super tall net on the second try. Yes, I rock, I know. I just can't aim! We went swimming, too. So I loaded up the kids with promises of a buffet dinner. Bruce was hungry and picked up his big people fork and dove in. A woman nearby was very impressed at how well behaved and mannered he was, and how well he ate! Yeah, well, he was hungry and you don't mess with a capricorn's food! Brandy was even at her cutest, devouring dinner rolls out of her pudgy little fingers. So the family crowed and cooed about my family and how lucky I was, and how she can't have kids. They left before the truth came out. Before Bruce stuffed himself and moved into his 2 year old curiosity. They didn't get to see him spill a full glass of milk all over himself and the table or stand on his chair, or yell MOM!!!!! Ahh, my guh guh!

But that is alright. Let her dream there are some perfect kids out there. Tonight, none of them will go to bed and it is 11pm. *sigh*

Alphabet Meme

I got this at Strange Dark Gypsy Girl's.

A- Available or single? Married
B- Best Friend? Chantz and Bruce! Plus my blogging pals susie and marlee and candace and granny and and and and....
C- Cake or pie? Banana nut cake with maple frosting. or chocolate!
D- Drink of choice? Water or coke with lime
E- Essential item I use every day. COMPUTER!
F- Favorite color: LAVENDER!
G- Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms? Worms
H- Hometown? Home? I have moved way too many times to have a home town. What would you say it is, Ma?
I- Indulgence: Candy candy candy candy!
J- January or February? OCTOBER
K- Kids and names: Austin, tessa, bruce and brandy
L- Life is incomplete without? Books
M- Marriage date: September 3, 1996-elopement. August 9, 1997- wedding
N- Number of siblings: 2 half, one step
O- Oranges or apples? Kiwi
P- Phobias or fears? Being trapped. Seriously- it could be a fucking gymnasium, but if I can't get out I will panic!!! I am sooooo going to be cremated when I pass on!!!!!!!
Q- Favorite quote?: "I create feelings in others they themselves don't understand." Lightening McQueen
R- Reasons to smile: My little baby girl!!!
S- Season: I like spring
T- Tag 3 or 4 people. Um, Gail! And Candace! Hmmm... Granny- yer it!
U- Unknown fact about me: Unknown to whom?
V- Vegetable you don’t like: Beets. Are beets vegetables?
W- Worst habit: Overeating, overblogging, over-tv watching,
X- X-Rays: teeth?
Y- Your favorite food? Chocolate, blackened rib eye, and alfredo
Z- Zodiac sign? Capricorn, aquarious rising, moon in scorpio!

New Blogger

So it's not called blogger beta anymore. It has been upgraded to new blogger, and it finally let me join. Know what the really cool part is? It merged Lavender's Grimoire, my beta site, with Dreamscape! I had created the other blog with my google account, and when I entered in the same account for my "old" blogger, they merged! I had been worried that it would create problems, but it didn't. It just took a little longer than normal.

So here I am- finally enjoying the new blogger like the rest of the cool kids!!!!


Let's see, what else is going on? I got Austin a 360 which he is in love with. Tessa inherited the old xbox and a TV, and she picked out Thrillville, just to make Austin jealous. That game won't play on the 360! She doesn't have satellite in there- yet. It is impossible to find an xbox remote that will turn it into a DVD player anymore! WTF? Stores are only selling components for the 360! I bought it at Best Buy, and they had the sweetest deal. I got 2 free games, call of duty 2 and Need for Speed Most Wanted and a $20 gift card! I bought an extra wireless controller and an external cooler, a play as you go battery charger for the controllers, and a 2 year protection/replacemet plan that covers everything but taking a hammer to it or drowning the darn thing.

I have a ton of stuff to do, including wrapping up the bill paying, laundry and house cleaning. I need to return a game, buy some hair stuff, and make something to eat. Hopefully not in that order. C went to Montana with his folks to pick up the other pickup (sorry) since his mom totalled his work truck. He better be back for Bruce's birthday! Mine is on the 29th- I am pretty sure he won't make it back by then. No biggie- I am just getting older! 31, btw- if your interested in that sort of thing!

When Eternity Ended

I am awake and my thoughts are racing. I can't sleep and C is snoring very loudly because he is sick. It sounds like he is slaughtering a pig in there. So I grabbed some pillows and a blanket and decided to pass out on the office/nursery floor, but for some reason it isn't as comforting as usual. I keep thinking about the car truck accident. My mind is processing all the information I saw in high-speed play. I hear the babies make teeny noises and it makes me jump. I just want to go to sleep and back to my peaceful dreams, but instead I am here typing this up in notepad so I can post it later.

At five thirty pm I got a call from my father in law, Larry. He said, "Alice ####### the truck. Do you have a vehicle? COME GET ME QUICK!" I think he said totaled or wrecked the truck, but at the time I didn't understand what he said, but I understood the urgency in his voice. I grabbed Brandy and stuffed her in the car seat, told Austin to watch Bruce, and hurried over to my in law's house barely a mile away. I didn't bother to wake C who was in a NyQuil induced coma. Larry was at the end of his street by the time I got there, which was in minutes; he really hauled ass. He got in, I turned around and asked what happened. He said Alice wrecked the truck down at the corner. And sure enough, down at the corner of cedar and county line were fire truck lights, vehicles pulled over, and two smashed pickups.

My father in law has a commanding voice. He has a voice that people are used to obeying. When he gives commands or orders, people do what he says. "Slow down, put on your flashers, and pull over behind that vehicle." I instantly obeyed, without thought or contemplation. He got out and ran across the streets and I sat in my van taking it all in. Absorbing what I was seeing. I knew Alice was alright because he told me she was, but I still just sat there for an eternity.

When eternity ended, and life started anew, I got out of the van, checked on Brandy, and then entered the scene myself. I was surprised at the damage done to the Ford F450. They are not indestructible. I say this because it has a reputation. Just the night before, C and Alice hit a truck that pulled out into their path from a stop sign. They tore off the front end of that truck with hardly any damage to themselves. The other driver was fine, and they were off in an hour. This time, it was Alice who pulled out into on coming traffic.



My couch sits on four legs. The front left leg busted, and now the corner sits low to the floor, giving the couch a twisted look. Now imagine the front passenger side smashed into the ground, and the truck looking quite similarly twisted. The tire was folded under, and it was sitting on the grass of the corner ditch. The other truck was parked up over the street sign, and the driver's side front was totally smashed in. But it was the damage to the ford that got my attention. It was wrecked, and squished in many places. Both air bags were popped and the center console was at a funky angle. It has bench seats, but the back of the middle section folds down, and opens into a storage compartment. It is this that gave Alice a broken rib. The air bag gave her a Bruce on her chin, the seat belts left marks of their own, and the gash on her shin would need stitches. But we don't know all these things right now.

She was sitting on the ground with her legs stretched in front of her; a young man stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. He spoke soothingly, telling us she would need stitches and would have to go to the hospital. She freaked out a little, and Larry told her it could be stitched up in the field like with cows, and this actually settled her down. I heard from a lady that Alice had been "blacking out", but I think she meant passing out. Shortly the ambulance arrived and I went to get Chantz. He and his dad took care of all the legal stuff, and I stood there looking stupid, not taking photos* while it was still light out. They finished loading up the other driver who is also fine, and then Alice. She got to lay still and get put on a stretcher, neck brace and all. I was creeped but detached; an observer. The lady told me she arrived second and the first lady who called it in kept getting transferred. The lady called her son, an EMT, who got people out there. We live out of town, but there is a fire department not that far from us, which is how it was able to get there so quickly. I guess it was hours by the time a "real" cop got there. There was a constable there already, but I don't know much about Texas police stuff. I was home by then, because C had to get paper work on the outfit and he took me and Brandy home.

I made dinner and did some laundry that I forgot about and made some pumpkin spice pudding with cool whip in it (a mousse) for Christmas dinner. Alice had left my house not long before the accident. She had picked up her list of stuff to get for our big meal we are planning. She didn't male it to the store. Everyone got home about five and a half hours after the accident, and apparently it is still bothering me. I am up with brandy now, and am not even wearing my glasses. My eyes are tearing up from overuse.

And all I could keep thinking was, "now maybe she will finally get glasses." I didn't say it. I didn't say it once to anybody until now.

*C took this picture and emailed it to me.

Wow

Ever throw away a shopping bag full of stuff?

Yeah that's the kind of day I am having. The driver said he'd keep a look out for a Target bag at the landfill tomorrow. How nice.

Merry Christmas!

I need a coffee; take me to Starbucks!

Does anyone else think it is in bad taste to make commemorative coins honoring the fifth anniversary of September 11th using silver from the actual wreckage of the towers?

It makes me ill. I don't think people should profit on this. I think they are preying on people, and it makes me sick.

The coins have silver pop up of the towers, btw, and they can be yours for less than $20 a piece. Remember, once they are out of silver you won't be able to buy one anymore, and since there is a limited supply, you can only purchase up to 5 coins!

It's Too Elaborate and I Don't Want To Do It Anymore

I am sick of it. It just ruins the magic of it for me. As a child I never believed in Santa... well, my parents told us there was no Santa, we were very religious. But I wanted to believe, and deep in my heart, I still do. There is something warm and fuzzy about a big guy in red looking out for us.

But *bleep bleep* already! I am sick of buying different wrapping paper and gift tags and Santa gifts and hiding everything. I am sick of trying to remember what came from Santa and what didn't... forever... sometimes I would like to take credit for buying the cool stuff, ok? And the special table set up and all the damn food, and milk and the fucking lettuce for the fucking reindeer... and displaying all the gifts from Santa...

Austin is 11 years old already, and Tessa 9! They are going to be so traumatized I swear... because if we keep this shit up they will never figure out that it is just us perpetuating a massive lie! I want them to just gradually grow out of it, and not hate us for this deception. Austin is special, and I think we should lessen this charade. Maybe one Santa present, unwrapped, in front of the tree, plus some candy and a toothbrush in the damn stocking.

I have two babies, and I do not want to have to do this for another ten fucking years! It should not be such a big deal. When we first got together, I said no Santa no way, because I was a christian, and young and still very stupid. But I grew out of both beliefs, and got myself manipulated into creating this farce. I am tired of it. I am tired of hearing it isn't about me, but about the kids, and that I am a bad mom if I don't carry this bullshit on. I can stop doing it, but I will never hear the end of it. C and his mom over carry it out, and let me tell you, if she takes over, the production will only get bigger! Those two do nothing in miniature, especially when you put them together! And part of me doesn't want to hurt the children, so having them do it won't make it better. It won't stop waking me at 4 am, eating at me!

I want to take it down a notch. The kids can put out some cookies. I am not baking special cookies for Santa! I will put out a Santa present... unwrapped, only one each. I will not spend 30 minutes ogling over what Santa brought them. Enough already! I can't take it and it is really bothering me!

And the best way to handle it? Not say a word to C or his mom about it. Just nod and say ok to all their suggestions, and then not do them. I'm cereal! I'm super cereal! Anything else will start a big fight. I am open to suggestions and criticism here. Let me have it guys.

BTW, one Easter I woke up and my yard was COVERED in Easter eggs. I have beleived in the Easter Bunny ever since. Where else would a hundred Easter Eggs come from?

Travel

Why is it when I have lots of stuff happening in my life I feel as though there is nothing to blog about?

We "won" a $40 gas voucher, a digital camera, a four day royal Caribbean cruise for 2 with meals, and a five day, four night holiday to Aruba, Hawaii, Jamaica or Puerto Rico. These were bribes to visit Silverleaf Resorts. There just happens to be one on Lake Conroe, minutes away from us. But guess what? Ownership gets you into all fourteen resorts, including resorts in Flint, Holly Lake Ranch, Canyon Lake and Galveston, Texas, (plus Florida, Missouri, Massachusetts, Georgia, Colorado and Illinois). Included is a deed for a one week stay in a cabin per year at any Resort. We also get a 2 bedroom 2 bath stay at any destination anywhere for around $200 a week. We pay travel expenses, but get the accommodations for that amount. Sunday through Thursday we can stay in a cabin (with everything, including dishes, pots and pans, cable TV and maid service) for free, up to 3 days in a row. Weekends, it is $40/night. Day trips are included, and they offer swimming- beach, indoor and outdoor pool, horseback riding, miniature golf, archery, game room stuff, PlayStation, movie theatre and daily activities for the kids. The one in Flint (Lake Palestine) has an indoor water park! Long story short, we did it. Now we have something for the kids to do over the next 3 weeks that they are out of school! If all y'all want details or an invite (we get $50 for referrals) let me know!

The down side? We just joined TAN! It is Travelers Advantage Network, or Southern Journeys. I have found some websites saying it is a scam, but all there proof leads back to only one website, with some pissed off customers. It isn't a scam, because you get what you pay for. If it was a "scam" you would get nothing for your money. People might not like the idea that they are bribed to come in, but it works. Unlike Silverleaf, which recruits via word of mouth, TAN uses something a little different. Ever been to a mall or someplace that has a beautiful car with a box to enter to win? That is how they do it- read the fine print, it says they will be contacting you. So a few days later you will get a call, saying you won a trip, but you have to listen to a presentation to get it. We went, and of the ten or so couples only 2 signed up. We were the first! What it is: prepaid vacation accommodations. For $7000 you get 14 8 day, 7 night vacations in villas, suites, or condos for 4. If you have extra people, for $30 a night you get an extra room for 2. It comes out to $500/week. It is financed, so you don't have to pay up front, and the monthly balance is affordable. The weeks can be used whenever we want, no major blackout dates except Christmas. We stay home for Christmas. Bonus features includes unlimited access to the overbooked places for only $200 a week. This would be nice in conjunction with Silverleaf because that is only available one week a year. We like to drive everywhere we go, so this would work great when we got to Orlando for Disney world. Their condos are right at Disney!!!

Together, these two clubs are giving my family freedom to travel and do wonderful things we would not normally be able to afford. The Silverleaf Resorts package we are purchasing is upgradable to different packages, including staying in lodges rather than cabins. The second bedrooms in the lodges have private access with a kitchenette and full bath, so we could go with another couple, or have family stay with us or near us. Personally, C and I prefer the cabins tucked into the woods over the lodges we viewed. Right now we are set to only use our overnight stays in the winter months, but that is fine. We will upgrade later on to use it all year round. Did I mention it has been in the upper 70s and lower 80s lately? Winter in Texas suits me just fine.

Butt, butt, butt...

I can't get enough. No, that's not true. I just feel so bad that all y'all can't view the butt print art website (it has exceeded its bandwidth!) that I found a clip from his appearance on a show on YouTube! Here you guys go:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXIL1VlVjD4

If you can't view it for some reason, search YouTube for "Unscrewed With Martin Sargent." The second vid link is the one you need to see. I haven't seen it myself, since I am on dial up, so I am relying on you guys to be my eyes on this one. Let me know if it is worth downloading!

BTW, Ann S, did I mention the guy's name is Stan Murmur?

;P

Butt Print Art

This poor guy has been suspended from his job due to his extracurricular activities. Apparently, painting with your butt and penis isn't considered appropriate for a role model... he's a high school art teacher, lol!

Animal Magnatism

The puppies have been coated in some nasty, oily stuff and are recovering. The itching as lessened and they whine less, also. They look so funny with their fur all slicked back!

So the other day on my way over to Alice's house, there were four dogs playing in the road, and one decided to chase after me. At least that is what I though he was doing, and I swerved and slowed down. But he wasn't chasing my tires, he ran under the side of my van and got ran over by my back tire! I heard and felt a kerplunk, and stopped, backed up and got out. The owner was there by then and the dog was alive, not gooey or bloody or misshapen in any way, but I was still freaked out! I have never seen dogs over at that house before, and suddenly there were four of them! They said it was ok, it wasn't my fault, etc, but I feel so bad about it. I am afraid to go back there and see if he is ok. Then later that day I had to go back over there again, and only one dog was out this time, but the idiot chased my van and barked at me like crazy. I almost hit him, too! So if those dogs are out again unleashed, I am calling animal control, because enough is enough already! I don't want to be responsible for the death of any creature, especially a pet!

What a traumatising week I have had with animals. I really miss those puppies, btw. I know I wasn't going to keep them, but I have been in a funk since I took them back; C called me pissy! I have been a down right bitch. Oh well, I will figure something out. Top things off with some crazy post nasal drip downpour and my week has been just f#cking great!

Well Duh, I'm a Capricorn!

You are 47% Cancer

How Cancer Are You?

What Christmas Tree Are You?

You Are a Cranberry and Popcorn Strung Tree

Christmas is all about showcasing your creative talents. From cookies to nicely wrapped presents, your unique creations impress everyone.

What Christmas Tree Are You?

What I would love to say to Chantz if I were an oratory goddess

If your god damned expectations of me weren't so high, you wouldn't be so damned disappointed (in me) when I fucking fail!

I am the first to admit my failings, and accept them. I won't pretend to be something I am not; I will not try to achieve the goals you try to set for me. I will live my life the way I know I am able to live it; the way I feel I can live it. Do not tell me what I should teach or do with our kids. If you think they need to learn something, then YOU NEED TO BE THE ONE TO TEACH THEM.

I can't raise these kids alone, and keep this house clean by myself, whether you are here or off in Montana. This means that as long or as hard as you work, you will always need to help out in this home. You will have to help take care of the kids, or clean the kitchen or take out the trash. You will have to pick up your dirty socks and shirts and put them in the laundry. And if I say do not under any circumstance wash any clothes, that means DO NOT DO IT! Do not go on about how quickly you could get it done, or look at the growing pile and try to force me to do it by threatening to do it yourself. The kids come first, and if I get time I will do the laundry. It would be easier to keep up with if I didn't have to clean up after you or if you would help out and not sit on your ass watching TV. Yeah, you can get the laundry done quickly, but you fuck it up, it ain't clean, and since you mix loads and fuck with my dials, you get the clothes all different colors. And we will not use BLEACH on anything in this house, because I am allergic to it, you dumb fuckhead. Don't ask me what do I do all day, or remind me that last time you were home you had to help clean, sorry big guy, but you are going to have to help me out every time you are home. I don't worry about it when you are gone because it doesn't bother me. I take care of the kids, and make sure the house isn't MESSY and do what I need to do, including spending time on the computer. I will take time for myself even if there is something else to do. When you are home I will run this house the same as I do when you gone. That is just how it is going to be. If I can't do it when you are off, I can't do it when you are here and not helping.

You need to listen to me. You need to grasp the concept of what I am trying to tell you.

I CAN'T DO THIS BY MYSELF!!!!!

To your mom:
I am going to keep saying I can't until you get it through your head that if I say I can't, that means that I can't!

Yard Work

Yesterday was spent at mother-in-laws, aka Alice's, putting up a fence for her pregnant mare. C and L rented an auger and chainsaw and dug holes, pounded posts, measured, strung wire, and cut down trees, vines, bushes, you name it. They have a 3 acre lot, and fenced off an L shape, leaving a nice chunk of yard.

Last time Alice mowed, she gathered branches into piles around her yard and we used the Dakota to drive around and pick them up. Actually, Tessa*, age 9, got to drive around the yard with her grandma and pick them up, while I rode in the back with Bruce. She did a great job for her first time driving and Alice is very patient. I took pictures on a "real" camera and C's Razr, but I didn't send them right away and now I can't find them. They are not in with the rest of his pics!

Yards out here are very sandy, and Tessa and Bruce played in the sand for hours. Bruce explored, ran around, drove the pickup with me and had a blast. I helped load up the sticks into the burn pile bonfire mound and goofed off. We loaded Brandy's car seat into the radio flyer and drug her around, gathering more sticks and branches while Bruce got a ride in an umbrella stroller. yeah, that did not go so well. When we go back over later on I think we will use the stroller with massive wheels. Their yard is pretty bumpy and full of ruts. Its a new development, remember?

The yard wasn't cleared even with the property line, and the back corner is FOREST. That is why L and C were cutting trees and vines and bushes and getting their asses kicked. Pulling that stuff out was even more work than the cutting! They didn't finish, and C is over there right now working his ass off while I blog. Muh ha ha!

I have housework I am in the middle of, but Brandy needed to be fed so I took a break, alright? And hopefully we won't be invited over for dinner again, unless it is on the BBQ. Stuffed peppers are not my favorite. Or C's, Bruce's, Tessa's or Austin's. I don't think Alice liked them either, but L had a major craving, lol! Cheeseburgers are always welcomed, lol.

We were over there very late, and made a ruckus in their house. The kids played with these fancy ceramic dominoes that can chip when thrown from the counter. If Bruce couldn't knock them down and get them to fly all over the kitchen like Austin and Tessa, he would throw them. He is such a middle child. He does everything he possibly can to get our attention. Alice had a Santa that would burst into song if the counter he was on was hit, so Bruce started banging on the draw and we were a little late in stopping him. Larry's deer antlers (on one set, Susie) that were propped on the mantle fell off and the crown broke. L was ticked. If they would break down and put holes in the damn walls it wouldn't have happened. That drives me nuts that they and C won't ever put anything on the goddamn walls, BTW. My house is so goddamn plain!

Anyway, we made a mess, cleaned it up, and made a lot of noise. Bruce ate half a bag of cooked shrimp and anything else he could shove into his maw. We had a good time.

TTYL!

*Tessa stayed home due to her RASH.

Puppy update

I called Jan yesterday and explained about the animal transmitted scabies. The feed store people told her pretty much the same thing, and sold her some stuff to dip the dogs with. the stuff sounds nasty, but if it works it works, right? The vet stuff is insanely expensive plus they do skin scrapings and run tests and rack up your bill! I told her to call me when she is ready to treat them and that I would come over and help. My fil, who is very knowledgeable about animals, said she will have to treat the goats as well or it could come back.

When I dropped them off the other night, all five of those pups followed me to the van, which they have never done before. Kaia and Demi must have told them about the sign on my ass that reads, "SUCKER!" We fed them my super good puppy food, and they abandoned me. Ah well.

Scabies

In my last post I mentioned that I had dry itchy skin and that I thought it was hives. Well, its not. It is animal-transmitted scabies!

• Animal-transmitted scabies is most commonly spread by dogs that have sarcoptic mange. This type of scabies also may be spread by the mites of other domestic animals.


• The mites are transferred to people who have contact with the infested animal. The mites spread to areas on the body that are exposed to the animal, especially the arms, thighs, and abdomen.


• Dog mites cannot live on human skin for more than a few days. They cannot reproduce on human skin, so the infestation usually goes away within a week and does not spread or require treatment. This type of scabies is not contagious between people and usually is not spread from humans to animals.


• If a person continues to be exposed to an infested animal, his or her symptoms may last weeks or months.


• An infested pet should be treated by a veterinarian.

Ick! I was going to take the puppies down tomorrow to find a new home, but I can't give away dogs that have mange. I called the vet this morning before I knew about the scabies, and the lady on the phone told me there was nothing wrong with the puppies, and that I should just shampoo them with an oatmeal based shampoo. Well, she was wrong. She didn't even let me finish explaining their condition. Turns out the family that owns the rest of the litter and Mama Dog have scabies and it came from the dogs. Even though it is only temporary, I took the infested pups back to the family. I can't afford to treat the dogs, and I can't afford to get my children sick. The dogs will get treated, however!

The family doesn't know that this condition is temporary, as long as they stay away from the animals. The treatment they got was unnecessary, and won't clear it up; only treating the dogs will! I get to chat with them tomorrow about it, and make a treatment plan for the pups. They are cute little suckers, and I will miss them. I am going to make sure that they get the care that they need, but just not from my house!

Dogs and Husbands

Bruce, Brandy and I have a stinking cold. Yippers! My skin is dry and itchy, and I have hives! Popped my last clariton this morning, need to make a list so I don't forget when I go to the store. I don't want to go to Walmart though, I am bored with it. Maybe I will go to Walgreen's or CVS.

The pups might have lice, which is not harmful to humans, according to the dog websites (like Purina). C doesn't believe me though, and asked where do people get lice from then? I said, "From other people!" Duh...

But I haven't seen anything that looks like lice, and I get in there and comb them a lot, getting the scaly, flaky skin off their little bodies. I bought a dog shampoo that looks and smells like people dandruff shampoo, and it stops the itch. It says to use as often as needed, and they don't smell quite so bad today as they did before. I let them play outside and romp around, but when it is too cold like this morning, they get free range of the garage. I put a comforter down, and tipped there bucket on its side (a large, blue plastic storage tub) with their other blankets still in there. Do they explore the garage? Nope. They crawl into the bucket and snuggle each other.

C got a razr phone for work, and if I figure out how to take pictures, I will put some up of the little cuties. I swear Kaia looks like a guinea pig! That is another thing, C is home and I am afraid to use their names or he might think I am getting attached. It is all about appearances. But I have had enough and decided that I am going to do things around here exactly as I would do them if her were gone. I start my day on the Internet, after the babies are taken care of. The dishes can wait; cleaning can wait. I need my "me time". I get it done, but it all gets done my way in my time. If it doesn't then I just didn't have time to get to it.

I haven't been getting much sleep- the little humans are sick and crabby and I still have to take care of the little puppies. They didn't get their bath until after midnight, but they did get one! Their skin is getting so much better. The dry stuff is coming off, and it isn't getting dryer, you know what I mean? Their was less dandruff in the bucket this morning than there has been since I brought them home. C was impressed at how potty trained they are- they spent the first 2 months outside, so it is natural for them to go outside. It is the first thing they do when I let them out! I told C they haven't gone potty in their bucket ever, and he asked if that is what I was trying to do with Rocksy when I bought her a crate. I said yes, but was a little shocked- he is only now getting it? These pups are pretty smart, esp the runt. She is the leader, her brother is the protector.

I am getting sleepy and will go now. Oh wait, one more thing. Fred Charles, the iTunes Store sucks, I didn't mean the player. Am I forgiven?

iTunes sucks ass

I have been sitting here doing everything but writing for the past hour, as I tried to think of a blog post that wasn't about dogs. One of the things I tried to do was purchase a song from itunes to gift to Susie. I have never bought a song before, but I have the itunes player thingy because I was gifted a song. Long story short, it didn't happen. The redirect from paypal doesn't work, for any site, really- which could be a paypal problem, and not iTunes, but it gets worse. I had to go out to the cold garage to get my bag so I could enter my cc info for a song that costs .99 (1.05 with sales tax!) just to be told that the iTunes store was unable to access my account. Before that it had timed out on me, and I had to restart the iTunes thingymajigger. Whatever! I tried and tried and retried and finally gave it up. Susie did not get a song from me. Yet.

Well, she isn't going to get it gifted from iTunes anyway. I am going to do what I should have done in the first place, and downloaded it illeg@lly! Ever heard of mp3 rocket?

Screw you iTunes, you suck!

Here are the lyrics to the song I want to send her:

lyrics - irreplaceable

TTYL!

The smelly puppies...

...are very content! They don't yip and hardly whine. I told Chantz that you have to have two puppies, so they have some one to play with all the time. Did he ever listen to me? Nerp. He doesn't know about this project of mine, btw. I have to tell him sooner or later, esp since he is leaving MT tomorrow morning, but since I don't plan on keeping the fur babies, I acted on my own.

Anyway, back to the content puppies... or "moving right along now..."

I found the flea comb and started grooming them while they were asleep. Ugh! The skin and scabs that came off the poor dears! The larger male, Dimitri, is in better condition, but he had some raw scratches on his skin. I put lanolin on some of the spots, I didn't know what else to use. (It's pure lanolin that I use for my n#pples after breastfeeding Brandy- good stuff!) Kaiah, the female runt, is much worse. Her skin can be seen right through her darker coat, and it is flakier. Her belly and (bloated) sides are bare. She woke up and started scratching at her side, but I used the comb to flake off the crusties- it was less damaging than her teeth and paws. I found a website that said the itching and biting causes it to spread, so I am going to the pet store tomorrow to find an affordable remedy for relief, plus itch deterrent. I am looking for something topical. If any of you have home remedies, I would love to hear about them, please!

On a good note, the flea bath worked, I only found 2 live fleas on them. I rubbed some aveeno unscented baby lotion on Kaiah's tummy since there were no open wounds, and I got the girls to take the pups outside after I fed them again. You should have seen how much water they drank! They went outside and did their business right away; they're outside dogs, and knew exactly what we wanted them to do! We only had one accident and that was in the bath, so not a big deal.

The truly funny part was watching Hailey freeze her butt off! The child is not used to being cold. It didn't feel too cold to me, and she was in a long sleeved shirt, heavy winter coat with a hood, jeans, socks and shoes, and she appeared to be freezing to death. Tessa was barefoot at first (not the smartest child) and seemed only cold. I had to make the girls go out into the yard with the pups and make sure they went poo and pee and as soon as we had confirmation, Hailey RAN into the house! It was amusing.

Then the girls brought the pups into Tessa's room and i brought the plastic tub, aka puppy crib, into her room. What did the fur babies do? They waddled over to Tessa's bed, flopped onto a blanket on the floor, and snuggled down. I took video of it, and decided that if they were going to go back to sleep, they could do it in their puppy crib! But they didn't go to sleep. They both sat there and scratched. Kids! Gah!

One more, complaint before I go to bed- they smell! they stink! i bathed them, it should be gone! I cleaned the house earlier in the morning, and saw Rocksy's yummy shampoo, but couldn't find it. I had to use Hailey's dog shampoo and it doesn't do anything about odor. I am taking suggestions on that, too.

Later and good night!

I am a foster mom

What did I say? No more animals I said. I said and said and said those words. I said them but I lied them.

I couldn't let the runts suffer in the cold; shaking, their hungry bellies swollen,, huddling together, their patchy fur covered in fleas, sand and flaky skin. Damn the unusually cold weather here in Texas! One is teeny tiny, the actual runt of the litter, the other is twice his size, and is still miniscule in comparison to the other puppies. The cutest, biggest ones are gone, off to good homes, the shy or funny colored ones left to scrounge for food, and fight over Mama Dog's milk.

I took the tiniest two, smaller than Logan was when I rescued him. I guess that is what I do. I am an animal rescuer, if not an animal keeper. I will foster these two, nurse them to health, and find homes for them. We will put a free ad in the local paper, or go to Ryan's parking lot by wal-mart, where everyone finds homes for pets.

They are bathed and fed, and are huddled together in a big blue plastic tub that used to hold Bruce's toys, and before that our books. The poor dears have been sprayed with fungicide, fed garlic for the fleas and ground flax seed for their coats, and are now resting. I will find the flea comb, or get a new one, and help them shed the dead, flaky skin and the remaining fleas.

Say a prayer, light a candle, for these two ragamuffins, Dimitri and Kaiah, that they gain health and find loving homes.

Water

Which Earth Element Are You?
Water You like to flow from place to place. You make your way through life as quickly and easily as possible. Your not known for many things. Try to maybe take it slower sometimes, and live life to the fullest as they say! Still, you are not a bad person to be around. Eventually, you will find you think you belong and things won't seem as confusing as they might now. Water is awesome!
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Another fairy :D

I made this!

Yay Science!

I found this article on people pc, my new internet provider. It's highspeed dial up, baby.

The two teams basically agree, within their margins of error, that the evolutionary lineages of Neanderthals and modern humans split somewhere around 500,000 years ago, he said. That number had been suggested by far more limited DNA analysis before, so it's comforting to see it backed up with more extensive analyses, he said.
Neanderthals and anatomically modern humans coexisted in Europe for thousands of years, until Neanderthals died out some 28,000 years ago. Scientists have been debating whether the two groups interbred and whether modern humans carry some genetic remnants of Neanderthals.
Rubin said his analysis, like some previous work, found no evidence of such intermixing, though it'll take more DNA to rule it out.
Paabo's analysis didn't directly address whether modern humans have DNA from Neanderthals, but it did raise speculation that DNA from anatomically modern humans might have found its way into Neanderthals. Scientists will have to examine more Neanderthal DNA to study that, he said.

Vindication

I love my mother. Read about the spaghetti phenomenon. Ok, its not a phenomenon, but as a kid I thought it was a freaking nightmare. When I would go to my grandparent's house or my "real" dad's house for those rare visits, they would sometimes excitedly ask me if I wanted spaghetti for supper. "NO WAY!" was my usual, emphatic, response. Ma blogged about it for me, and I feel vindicated. Believe me, it was bad. It was 15 years bad!

Some of you might know that I am taking some time off from blogging. My heart isn't in it, I am tired, and was sick for almost 3 weeks. Things got nasty between me and C and I had it. We were both sick, and our "filters" were down, and we freaked out. So I stopped blogging.

I am happy not blogging so much. It is so time consuming. So I visit one or two people if I feel like it, no obligations. I post if I feel like it, when I feel like it, if I feel like it. Right now, I feel like it.

I am putting my energy into doing some projects around here- something different for me and new. And no, I am not going to blog about it. When I talk about stuff I am going to do before I do it, it usually backfires or doesn't happen. Sorry, these lips are sealed.

Night.

Lunar explorers face moon dust dilemma

As NASA planners gear up to replant astronauts on the lunar surface before 2020, scientists and engineers are grappling with how best to certify a safe and productive stay for 21st-century moonwalkers.
...
Halekas recounted a technical debrief by Apollo 17's Gene Cernan after his 1972 Moon voyage.
Cernan said that "one of the most aggravating, restricting facets of lunar surface exploration is the dust and its adherence to everything no matter what kind ... and its restrictive friction-like action to everything it gets on." The astronaut added: "You have to live with it but you're continually fighting the dust problem both outside and inside the spacecraft."
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Dust adhesion is likely increased by the angular barbed shapes of lunar dust, found to quickly and effectively coat all surfaces it comes into contact with. Additionally, that clinging is possibly due to electrostatic charging, Halekas explained.
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Countering the pervasive nature of the dust, however, will take some doing- specifically if the lunar landscape is to be reworked with resource-processing paraphernalia and dotted with living quarters.
Habitats will need to be overpressurized to account for inevitable leaks, especially around entrances, Taylor suggested. Fine particles of dust suspended in electrostatic levitation around the Moon, he pointed out, would need to be dealt with so as not to muck up lunar-based astronomy of the surrounding cosmos.

Sign me up, I'm sick of this place.

Still

We're still sick
My life still sucks
Chantz is still on the road
Baby poop is still icky
Post nasal drip is still gross
Austin is still missing school
Tessa is still a drama queen
Mom's food still tastes better than their own
Candy is still yummy
My body still aches
I still miss Chantz
I am still lonely
I am still depressed
I still hate being sick
I still hate public schools
Babies are still cute no matter what
My inbox still has no new messages
Bruce is still throwing things and driving me nuts
All the kids are still driving me nuts
They still won't leave me alone in my misery!!!!!!!!
Babies still try to eat crayons

Answers

1. shaved my head TRUE
2. went to 4 proms TRUE (I am a prom whore!)
3. never voted FALSE (In the 2000 election, thank you!)
4. was class president FALSE
5. lost my virginity at 16 TRUE
6. been married for 10 years TRUE
7. hitchhiked across the US FALSE
8. attempted suicide FALSE (Why did everyone think I did that? I am not that crazy!)
9. been married twice TRUE (Trick question. I married Chantz twice.)
10. was a cheerleader in high school TRUE
11. had sex in my front yard TRUE
12. graduated college TRUE (I graduated with my mother thank you very much!)
13. can speak in tongues TRUE
14. had 4 major surgeries TRUE (appendectomy and 4 c sections)
15. am bilingual FALSE (Although I have studied spanish, french and latin, I cannot speak them!)
16. attended numerous rock concerts FALSE (Not a one.)
17. cooked in a restaurant TRUE
18. joined a fan club FALSE (I was too embarrassed to join. I didn't know what I was supposed to do to join!)
19. read my own poetry at my father's burial TRUE
20. got my GED FALSE (Highschool graduate, baby!)
21. joined the military FALSE
22. pierced my nipple TRUE (The right one. It's closed now. PAINFUL!)
23. am the only woman my husband's ever had sex with TRUE (It better be anyway)
24. got my driver's license when I was 24 TRUE
25. ate spaghetti twice a week, almost every week, for 15 years TRUE (Just ask my mother.)
26. practice witchcraft TRUE
27. have never colored my hair FALSE (My real haircolor is a closely guarded forgotten secret)
28. worked in a psyche ward TRUE
29. stayed up all night reading TRUE
30. been arrested FALSE

Congratulations to my mommy for winning (25/30)! Susie came in second with 21/30.

Did I, or didn't I?

I stole this from Susie. I'm going to make a list and you have to guess which ones I may have done, or may NOT have done:

1. shaved my head
2. went to 4 proms
3. never voted
4. was class president
5. lost my virginity at 16
6. been married for 10 years
7. hitchhiked across the US
8. attempted suicide
9. been married twice
10. was a cheerleader in high school
11. had sex in my front yard
12. graduated college
13. can speak in tongues
14. had 4 major surgeries
15. am bilingual
16. attended numerous rock concerts
17. cooked in a restaurant
18. joined a fan club
19. read my own poetry at my father's burial
20. got my GED
21. joined the military
22. pierced my nipple
23. am the only woman my husband's ever had sex with
24. got my driver's license when I was 24
25. ate spaghetti twice a week, almost every week, for 15 years
26. practice witchcraft
27. have never colored my hair
28. worked in a psyche ward
29. stayed up all night reading
30. been arrested

Post your answers in the comments section, please!

This is awesome!

A Pagan In Hell

A Pagan dies and, to his great surprise, he finds himself standing before some pearly gates. The Pagan asks, "Where am I?"

Peter says, "You're at the gates of heaven."

The Pagan says, "But I don't believe in heaven."

Peter frowns at him. "You're one of those Pagans, aren't you?"

"Yes. I believe I'm in the wrong place; I'm supposed to go to Summerland."

Peter says, "Sorry. We took over Summerland, and it's temporarily closed for remodeling."

"What should I do now?"

Peter says, "Well, since we don't allow Pagans in heaven, you have to go to hell. Sorry. Just follow that path that leads downward and to the left."

The Pagan walks down to hell, where the gates are standing open. He walks in and finds beautiful meadows, happy animals, and clear streams of water.

He walks on in and begins exploring, and after a few minutes a courtly gentleman walks up to him and bows politely. "Hello, I'm Satan. You must be the guy that St. Peter phoned me about. Are you a Pagan?"

"Yes, I am. What's going to happen now?"

Satan says, "Well, the fishing's pretty good, if you enjoy that sort of thing. There's a little refreshment stand down the road. And I believe the Pagan meeting grounds are right over the next hill."

Suddenly, a hole opens up in the sky above, and a yawning chasm opens directly underneath it. The stench of sulphur fills the air. Hundreds of screaming, tortured souls drop down into the flaming pit, which immediately closes up with a thud.

The Pagan, hardly believing what he just saw, asks Satan, "And what was THAT ???"

Satan rolls his eyes. "Oh, just ignore them. They're Christians; they wouldn't have it any other way."

Presents for you!

Send me your address and I will mail you a Halloween card. Seriously! I promise I am not a stalker... anymore. Just a very bored SAHM.

dawndschaak@gmail.com

Candace 2001

I did it.

I am done.

(Sort of anyway.)

And I am pooped. Wiped out. Zonked.

Go visit Candace at "Chapterhouse... My Space Oddity"

I am going to go take a break now.

We're sick

Comment please or else!

• We have the flu.
• The cat used my bathmat for a toilet.
• While changing the litter box, Logan used Bruce's bed for a litter box.
• Bruce got a tissue and said, "Ah poop!" and attempted to clean it up.
• I discovered how fast I am, even with the flu.
• Austin sleeps 12 to 13 hours a day.
• Even with boogers all over her face, Brandy is still the cutest baby in the universe.
• Tessa has the strongest immune system; she doesn't get sick.
• Rocksy has a new home.
• Rocksy likes them better than us.
• I am deliriously happy about that.
• Chantz will be home around 9 tonight.
• After hearing about my humorous Angelina Jolie sex dream, C said, "Angelina Jolie? She's ugly. You could put her face up to a window and she'd stick. Her lips are like suction cups."
• I am even more deliriously happy about that.
• I have the best husband in the world.
• Comment on this post and another entry, or I will transform into a troll and visit your site!
• Mu ha ha ha ha ha!

2 word meme

Got this from Fyregoddess. You answer with only 2 words. Pretty simple!


1. Explain what ended your last relationship? Current relationhip.
2. When was the last time you shaved? Sunday morning.
3. What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.? Sleeping, breastfeeding.
4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago? Blogging, emailing
5. Are you any good at math? So so.
6. Your prom night? Which one?
7. Do you have any famous ancestors? I dunno.
8. Have you had to take a loan out for school? Yes, lots****
9. Do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile? No profile.
10. Last thing received in the mail? Netflix movies
11. How many different beverages have you had today? 5 kinds.***
12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine? Occasionally, yes.
13. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to? Never been.
14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach? I don't.
15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had? Wisdom teeth.
16. What is out your back door? Yard, woods
17. Any plans for Friday night? Scifi Friday
18. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair? Ewww no!
19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns? I have.
20. Have you ever been to a planetarium? I have.
21. Do you re-use towels after you shower? I do.
22. Some things you are excited about? spells, food
23. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO? Red jello.
24. Describe your keychain(s)? fairy, sharpie
25. Where do you keep your change? What change?
26. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people? Long time.
27. What kind of winter coat do you own? Suade bomber.**
28. What was the weather like on your graduation day? Don't recall.
29. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed? It depends*

*Open for the cat, shut for the dog. Not a problem anymore, dog won't be jumping on the bed in our house ever again. She was adopted by a new family today. *phew*

**I've had this Suade Bomber Jacket since highschool. It still fits! It was big when I bought it for $20 at Pamida. I got the money form my Grandma Rose. It is a maroon color mauve color.

***Milk, water, apple juice, lemonade, oolong tea

****I'm in for $20,000 with Wells Fargo.

A little Update

Email I sent to Candace this morning. This way I don't have to type it all over again!
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I didn't mean to disappear like that, but for some reason the pages quit loading, so I couldn't do anything for about an hour. Bruce was a total pain last night. I fell asleep for about 20 minutes and he came in and got me up- it was about 12:30am. He was whining and growling and I put him in the crib instead of his bed and shut his door. He finally went to sleep. Then bruce woke up again at 4:30am! I put him in bed with me but I finally came fully awake when he kept kicking me and groaning. He was inconsolable. So we went into the kitchen, he woke up Brandy anyway, and I laid the smack down. He might be 22 mos, but he doesn't need to be a brat.

I sat him in the baby's bouncy chair and cleaned the boogies out of his eyes and nose and made him take his medicine again. He will usually take medicine, but not when he is in a mood. This is where having Austin first comes in handy. I can hold a baby down and force the medicine in- Bruce is not so tough- not anything like Austin was. It was easy. I told him to quit and swatted his butt. Enough is enough! I even had to force him to drink water so he wouldn't get dehydrated! I hate being mean, but I told him that mommy knows what she is doing and how to take care of sick kids, and he needed to listen to me. (I wasn't really mean, just firm.) Underneath it all he is a child capable of reasoning, unlike Austin was. I had to get Brandy up since she was now screaming, and take care of them both. I set Bruce on the couch, turned on the tv and dvd, and let him watch his little einstein movie and went to bed.

I couldn't find his bottle, we only have one anymore, or I would have given it to him. I am going to buy ovaltine today and more bottles- one for Brandy too.

Tessa has an alarm clock and gets herself up. Austin doesn't have one yet and I didn't get up this morning. Tessa comes in and says goodby and leaves. Austin finally got up around 8:30 and so did I. He has a lowgrade temp AGAIN. I am keeping him home.

Alice called this morning because I asked her too so I would remember to take out the trash. I didn't do it last night when I remembered because it was too dark to see and we have a dirt driveway. A long dirt driveway. Its a good thing she called- I almost missed them.

I am tired and feeling congesty. Bruce is awake. *ugh*
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It is now 10:30pm and they are all asleep. I am going to bed.

What I know about 11 year old boys...

...is that they are big mouthed trouble makers. They are not always honest. They think they are always right and others are wrong. They don't like to admit to their faults. They especially don't like to say they are sorry.

I know this because I have an 11 year old boy. Thanks to the following local news article, I am going to keep track of every incidence of harassment to my son from a certain student. I am going to file complaints. That way when Austin finally loses it and hits this black kid, Austin can't be labeled as a racist and have a protest against him in the middle of town.

No, it's not the same situation, but the first thing I thought of after reading this article was, "What did that 11 year old do to piss that (white) junior high kid off?" It doesn't help that the 11 yr old followed up his original accusation with a LIE. OK, what the older student said was wrong, but come on, a protest? A possible fine of $2,000?

Now I ask, where is the civil rights activist standing up for the white kid? My politically incorrect take?

Get the fuck over it.


Quannell X to lead protest in Conroe Sunday
By:Kassia Micek , Courier staff
10/21/2006

Houston civil rights activist Quannell X will lead a protest in Conroe Sunday over a recent alleged death threat by a white student against a younger, black student.
The protest, which starts at 3 p.m. in front of Cryar Intermediate School, located at 2375 Montgomery Park Blvd, follows follows an incident on a Conroe Independent School bus Oct. 9 when an 11-year-old Cryar student allegedly received the death threat from a Peet Junior High student.
Asked if CISD officials were aware of the protest, Deputy Superintendent Jean Stewart noted the district's policy toward all its students.
"CISD has always emphasized with our students the acceptance and approval of others, and we will continue to do so," she said Friday.
Stewart will discuss any possible security plans for the protest with CISD Police Chief Bill Harness, she added.
The older student allegedly threatened to find a noose and a "nice, big tree" to hang 11-year-old Carl Marshall Jr., the son of Rev. Carl Marshall. "I believe any kind of hatred we need to stop for our country and our community," Carl Marshall said about the protest. "I'm glad that people want to help stop this. I wouldn't have stood up for my son if I didn't think it was time.
"I thought this was over with a long time ago, but I guess it's not."
Carl Marshall, an associate pastor at Christian Tabernacle Church in Conroe, filed a report Oct. 10 with the Conroe Independent School District Police Department about the incident.
According to Carl Jr's statement, "(Name of student) on bus 1004 said he was going to hang me! He said this to me and (another student). (Student) said he was going to get a rope and find a nice thick tree to hang me and 'Let's hang him, get a rope, find a nice big tree.'"
Following the Oct. 10 report, CISD split the bus route so Peet and Cryar students would not ride the same bus. The routes were combined again Monday due to weather, but Carl Jr. alleged when he got on the bus Monday the same student harassed him again; school officials told the boy to behave or he would get a referral and get kicked off the bus for the rest of the week, according to Carl Jr.
But, according to CISD officials, the boy who allegedly made the initial threat was not at school Monday and did not ride the bus Monday. District spokeswoman Kathy Clark released a statement at the request of the boy's mother to refute Carl Marshall Jr.'s allegation that the boy harassed him on the bus that day:
"The Conroe Independent School District received a request from the parent of the student accused of having threatened Reverend Marshall's son," the statement read. "The parent asked that the District notify you that her child was not at school on October 16, 2006 nor did he ride the school bus on that day. District records confirm this."
The alleged threat is classified as a terroristic threat, a Class B misdemeanor punishable by up to 180 days in jail or a fine of up to $2,000, or both.
According to the Texas Penal Code, a terroristic threat occurs when a person threatens to commit any offense involving violence to any person or property with the intent to "place any person in fear of imminent serious bodily injury," or other threats, such as those caused by calling in a bomb threat.
Kassia Micek can be reached at kmicek@hcnonline.com

A tidbit of local news for ya

10/20/2006
Man arrested after shooting
By: Jamie Nash , Courier staff

Road rage led to gunfire, a collision and ultimately an arrest after a Houston man lost his temper in traffic on Interstate 45 in Conroe Thursday morning.
Fred Preston Curtis, 36, of Houston, was charged with deadly conduct, a third-degree felony punishable by a prison term of two to 10 years in prison and a fine of up to $10,000.
Conroe Police Sgt. Mike Tindall said Curtis was driving his elderly mother to Dallas in his Cadillac Escalade sport utility vehicle. The trouble began, Tindall said, when Curtis allegedly cut off a northbound Ford Mustang and the Mustang's driver honked his horn. Curtis reportedly then slowed down and allowed the Mustang, driven by a Spring man, to pass him.
"The Escalade then went after the Mustang and got behind it on the freeway," Tindall said. "He then rolled down his driver-side window and fired one round at the Mustang from a 40 caliber semiautomatic."
A bullet struck the Mustang's left rear bumper. "The Escalade then passed the Mustang, cut in front of it and stopped in the middle of the freeway, forcing the Mustang to stop," he said.
Curtis allegedly got out of his SUV brandishing the semiautomatic pistol and pointing it at the driver of the Mustang.
"Fearing for his life, the Mustang driver put his vehicle in reverse, traveling backwards at a fast pace and striking another vehicle," Tindall said.
The Mustang then drove off the right shoulder of the freeway and onto the grass and went around the Escalade, still driving north.
Curtis returned to his vehicle and also continued north. The Mustang and the vehicle it crashed into while traveling backwards exited the freeway at FM 1097 and flagged down a Willis police officer. The driver of the third vehicle, a Conroe woman, witnessed the entire incident, Tindall said, and provided a description of Curtis, his vehicle and his license plate, which were broadcast to law enforcement in Montgomery and Walker Counties.
A short time later, a Department of Public Safety Trooper stopped Curtis on Interstate 45 north of Huntsville. He was detained and returned to Montgomery County where he was arrested and placed in the county jail.
Tindall said no drugs were found inside the Escalade, nor any other contraband than the semiautomatic pistol, which Curtis was not licensed to carry.
As of press time, Curtis's bond was not set.

Jamie Nash can be reached at jnash@hcnonline.com


The 1097 exit is the Kroger exit in Willis! It's a good thing I never take the 45 to get to Conroe! Even if I am in Willis, I take highway 75 to Conroe. I stay off the interstate, and for good reason!

Google Meme

This came from Jayne and sounded fun!

"You go over to Google and type in your first name and then the word "needs" and run a search. Then report 10 sentences that start with "Blank needs" right here on your blog post. Sounds simple so here goes..."

Where it says blank, fill in your name; I googled "Dawn needs":

1. Dawn needs a REALITY CHECK. (probably)
2. Dawn Needs a Tripod (nope)
3. Dawn need to develop more speed endurance Mike will coach Dawn, now who the heck is Mike. ... Dawn needs an energetic and fun style to suit her personality ... (huh?)
4. I agree, Dawn needs to get over herself. I'm willing to bet her hits and readers would go down significantly if she stopped posting half-naked pics of ... (oooooo!)
5. DAWN needs to set up its own account with Pat as treasurer, Pat talked to his lawyer about legal ramifications and procedures ... (No, I'm good.)
6. Dawn Needs to Firm Up Her Group's Flextime Options ... is the first area that Dawn needs to address. (The only thing I need to firm up is my ass!)
7. She needs a family willing to go the extra mile to help her work on her feelings and get past the hurt she feels. A family for Dawn needs to be willing to ... (Ok, this one is sad)
8. I think dawn needs some man on man action! (This is my favorite)
9. I am not saying that Dawn needs to be as mature as Buffy was once she started slaying… but don't you think that since she has had to go through her mother ... (Oh yes, a Buffy reference!)
10. If Dawn needs to get a life, then tanya needs to get a therapist. So far I have not seen a single nice thing said about anyone by her, whats that all about? ... (ha ha ha ha)

This was fun!

Adventures at My Favorite Grocery Store in Texas

This anecdote is at Fred Charles' Blog as a guest post; he is away doing the Disney thing. This is a true story! I didn't get my final edit in soon enough, so here it is:

Adventures at My Favorite Grocery Store in Texas
by Dawn Dschaak

"Are you hungry Bruce?" I ask my little boy, as he sits in the shopping cart whining, crying and being a general pain in the butt; the way little boys are apt to do. He nods emphatically and says, "Ges!"

We decide on chicken strips, mac and cheese and beans, and get a whopping plateful handed to us at the deli counter. Rummaging through my purse for that ever elusive driver's license, she cheerily tells me it's alright; my check was already accepted. Cool, I just found my drivers license. I put it back in my check book where it belonged, and pushed the cart over to a table where Bruce and I proceeded to see who could devour the food faster. I won, but munchkin man ate twice what I did. I was impressed. We scuttled on, to the great relief of the patrons trying to read books and scarf down their own food. They might have been disturbed by Brandy getting her diaper changed in her car seat, or it could have been Bruce's squeals of delight as he shoveled barbecue sauce into his maw... with his fingers. Who knows.

So we moved on and finished our shopping, one baby sated and another one naked. I grabbed diapers, dog food, air wicks, and some other stuff. The baby got a new diaper put on, and I tried to conceal the fact that the diapers were opened. Hmmm, no matter which way I placed the package in the cart I really couldn't cover it up. Oh well. Maybe they will think I grabbed it that way.

I thought things at the check out would be just as boring, but I was in for a treat! The checkout boy, cashier, clerk, annoying little Texas heathen, or what ever you want to call him, was extremely pleasant. He even asked me how I was doing twice! Wow, he must be very interested in me and won't notice the opened diapers. Encouraged by the fact that my favorite grocery store in Texas already accepted one check without my life's history written all over it in blood today, I confidently handed him my check.

"I'll need to see your ID," he demanded, which I handed him, thankful I already found it. "Do you have Texas ID?"

Cleverly I replied, "If I had a Texas ID I wouldn't be able to have a North Dakota driver's license now would I?"

Waving my check in my face, this young, snotty, boy pointed out the fact that I had a Texas checking account.

"You need to get your Texas ID!" he sneered.

Really? I am amazed. I didn't know that. Should I explain to this little piece of toast that to get a Texas driver's license I need a billion forms of proof of identity, a vehicle registered in my own name, and proof of Texas insurance? Should I let this cookie know that to register a vehicle I need the title that the dealership has failed send me? Should I go into my spiel about the ticket I received for not having this little gem? I really want to, but crispy clean counter clerk won't let me. He is really incensed that I am disregarding Texas State Law. Funny that Wells Fargo doesn't have a problem with it.

"Did you know you can't buy alcohol without it?"

"I have never had that problem here before."

"THEN THEY ARE DOING IT WRONG!" he spat.

"Well, I usually pay with my debit card-"

"It doesn't matter! You need Texas ID to buy alcohol in the state of Texas!"

"I have never been carded here before."

Jabbing his finger at the ledge which my purse, checkbook, ID and arm are resting on, he points at some writing under the plastic. "If you look under 30 we have to card you!" During his tirade, my check goes through and he starts bagging my purchases. What a good boy.

"Well, I am over thirty," I say as I grab my receipt. "Maybe when I come in here with my 11 year old, they realize how old I am and don't bother to ask!" I start to push my cart away and realize he didn't even put the groceries in it. I even moved Brandy's car seat to make room for the bags! I jammed them into the cart and marched over to the grocery store's Wells Fargo bank, wishing I had gone there first. I could have paid with cash!

I vented my frustrations to the bank tellers about "the grocery clerk over there" as I made my deposit. I even got to complain about the problems getting my new driver's license.

"What kind of alcohol were you trying to buy anyway?" the bank teller asked, handing me my receipt.

"I wasn't."

Enough

Ma finally put her 5 random things meme up on her site! I tagged her way back on the 9th! Go visit her please, she is still new to blogging.

Austin is sick with a fever of 101.2, down from 101.7. He has a cough, headache and neck pain, but not a stiff neck. I gave him medicine and put him to bed with a cold pack after a cool shower. I am keeping him home from school tomorrow.

I am feeling tired, too. I have been running around a lot today. We spent 2 hours at wal-mart shopping for Halloween costumes and stuff, after we had spent an hour at Kroger in Willis. I took Bruce home in between stores and had Austin babysit. I didn't realize how sick he was until I came home from Wal-mart with the girls (Hailey came with). Poor guy!

Hailey and Tessa got matching costumes- red "Spanish dancer" costumes with a long string of beads and black tights. Less than $20 for all of it. I also picked them up a kids makeup kit- not Halloween makeup, just regular little girls makeup kit.

C is on his way home already. That is so cool. We didn't have phone yesterday because someone thought it would be a good idea to drive into the phone box up the road from us, taking out all of our phones. No phone, no Internet! Ahhhhhhh! It sucked.

I have to go clean now, and make supper, and hope Brandy stays sleeping so I can do that, even though it means she will be up late tonight again. *sigh*

Content Copyrighted

I don't know how many of my readers use this site's rss feed, but it has been changed from full to short. If none of you do, I will simply shut it off. I do not like seeing pictures of my kids and family on someone else's site, esp when they are profiting from it. Thanks granny for bringing the bitacle debacle to my attention.

Me Me Me

You Are An Apple Tree

You are quiet and shy at times, but you have lots of charm and appeal. You are quite attractive: your pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, and adventurous spirit draw people in. Sensitive and loyal in love, you want to love and be loved. You are a faithful and tender partner - who is generous in sharing your many talents. You love children, and you need an affectionate partner.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

Your Birth Month is December

You love life and exude an outgoing, cheerful vibe. Blessed with a great sense of humor, you can laugh at adversity. Your soul reflects: Celebration, success, and wealth Your gemstone: Blue Topaz Your flower: Narcissus Your colors: Indigo, green, and blue-green

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

5 Random Facts About Myself

Jayne Darcy tagged me.

1. I love to read. My parents tried grounding me from reading when I was in elementary school, because if they sent me to my room, I would crawl into my bunk (top, of course) and whip out a book. The cruelest punishment I ever received still gives me chills. They made me watch the evening news!
2. I used to be grunge. In high school I had really thick, wavy, dirty blond hair. I shaved underneath so it wouldn't be so thick. I was the first in our school to wear a high ponytail with a buzz under it. I wore a flannel shirt as a skirt. Open it up, with the collar at your butt, bring the front around and button all the way down. If you can button the top, you are too skinny or you are using a very big shirt. Bring the arms to the front and tie then together. Wear with more flannel and high tops. Do not wear make up, and listen to music from the 90s, like Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Offspring, Soundgarden, Bjork, The Breeders, Concrete Blonde, Duran Duran (Come Undone), Aerosmith and Metalicca. Oh, and get pissed at everything; you are a teenager.
3. I love the song Stuntin' Like My Daddy.
4. I am embarrassed if people think we own this huge-ass house. We don't have lots of money, or good credit, and we could not afford to buy something like this. So I make sure everyone knows this house is part of C's wages. How pathetic is that? We once owned a 14 x 70 trailer that we purchased brand new, back when our credit was good. I am still proud of that place and sometimes I miss it. No way we could fit 4 kids in it though!
5. I miss my dad. Sometimes I will just start to cry, especially when I am listening to the radio. He loved music and liked to cook. He played the drums, and could use every sewing machine at the mill that he managed. When I was little he would bring me to work with him and the girls would sew me doll clothes. I fell asleep on a heap of scrap fabric once. I loved going there, even if the nightgowns they made were the ugliest things on the planet(functional lingerie, not exotic!) It closed and he went to the factory in Glens Falls, but my grandpa retired and Dad was stuck working for an asshole, so he quit and went back to school. Dad was very sick and got a liver transplant in 95, before Austin was born, and died 8 years later. I didn't get to see him much as a kid and I regret it. I put him on a pedestal and he will always remain there.

I am tagging Ma (Gail), Cletus and Marlee. Please post your "5 Random Facts About Yourself" on your blog.

Don't worry

I may not be around for a few days, so I may not be answering emails or visiting your blogs. I still like you! I am just taking a few days off. I have some projects to work on that take up my time, and Big C is home.

TTYL

:D

TV!!!!!!!

We finally have television! The dish network installation guys got here in perfect condition yesterday after a trip from Houston, about 50 miles away! Apparently, Dawn gives good directions, ha ha. We live in the boonies, remember?

Now we have over 60 channels, plus local channels, for about $30 a month. Our cable wasn't that cheap back when we could get it. Installation and equipment was free, including a DVR! OM! A DVR of my very own? I am in love with it. And you can guess what the very first show I recorded with it last night.

LOST! How did you know? I waited till the older kids went to bed and viewed it! It is so easy to set up to record stuff. Throw out that old VCR I tell you.

I had to watch the first segment again! It totally threw me. I wasn't expecting that community at all to be on the island! Wow.

My 2 cents on relationships: Sarah is a bitch. A bitch who gives up. Who never tries. Who is afraid to put effort into her relationship. What Sarah did to Jack is not acceptable. You don't just give up on your first year of marriage, without ever saying anything to your husband, or hinting that something is wrong, or that you feel neglected. You don't just see someone else and spring it on your husband and tell him it's over, you are with someone else now, and expect him to just understand, or expect other people to think this is OK. This is not OK. You cannot do this and blame your husband; tell him it's his fault. You do not throw it in his face that he will always need someone to fix. The problem is you, Sarah. He didn't make you stray, you made you stray, and you are a BITCH.

"It's not who he is, it's who you're not." Then maybe you shouldn't have married him. Maybe you suffer from the nurse nightingale complex. Maybe you should think about why you married the man who saved you. Maybe you will always need to be saved.

I hate this about TV, that this type of thing is supposed to be acceptable, and it is not. People work through their problems, they don't run away from them. They talk to their spouse, they get counseling. They at least try.

Jack is not my favorite character. He is too holier than thou to the other survivors. Too alpha male for my tastes.

I like Sawyer. I like Sayid. I like Kate. I even liked Anna Lucia.

But Sawyer is my favorite. For a man who spent his life pretending (con artist) he is the most open and honest person on the island. He doesn't pretend to be anything other than what he is.

Cat Dream

Salem, Ma's orange tabby, came sauntering by and let me love on him. He is a bit timid/wild and even tho he was our cat once, he usually hides from us. Surprised, I gave him the attention he craved, now he is a big black cat, but not Logan; they have different types of fur. He looks at me and starts crying, and he misses me and I feel sad. He has a nervous tick, my in-laws tell me- this is their cat (IRL Larry would never have a cat in the house) and he is self conscious about it. His head whacks people in the face when they try to kiss him and he loses fur like crazy. It comes off more like a sheet; they help peel it off of him daily and yet he still has more fur.
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What an odd dream. I don't think anything is wrong with my cat IRL, but maybe its a reminder to get his shots.

Or maybe I am the cat and this represents my issues with being close to people. (I don't like getting kisses on the cheek from the kids. It's something I suffer through, but I don't twitch and headbutt, lol.)

After all these years...

... Big C wants me to contact his cousin Chessy. WTF? She asked Alice for pics of our kids, and C wants me to send her some. I haven't talked to her since our wedding- she did something stupid and pissed me off. Don't fuck with a girl's wedding- it will definitely put you on her list- for life.

I even deleted my account at classmates.com because she kept trying to contact me. (I also wouldn't pay so I couldn't actually find the friend I was really looking for.) She isn't a bad person, but she is high maintenance, and I already have one cancer to cater to (Big C).

If it hadn't been for Chessy, I would never have met and married her cousin Chantz. Her and I were friends for 4 years before I met him. They are two weeks apart- their moms were BF's who married brothers. Her parents divorced a long time ago. When we met, C didn't care much for her, she was a trouble maker, her life was messy, and then St John told his brother, ie the police, that I was in contact with her when her and her boyfriend ran away (she was 17 and he jumped bail). I was pregnant, and gave them the post cards she sent so I wouldn't go to jail. This led to her old man getting picked up, but not her; runaways are not top priority. He didn't get into any trouble for skipping bail, got resentenced in his favor, and they got married. But I was on his list for betraying them, and she wasn't allowed contact with me. We grew apart, she got divorced, thank god, and we haven't spoken or seen each other in 9 years.

And now I am going to write her a letter and send her pictures of her cousins. What can I say? She's family.

Everyday Heroes

If I had a camera phone, I would take pictures of extremely overweight women on motorcycles, wearing black spandex pants tucked into black cowboy boots, with black t-shirts, of course.

If I had a camera phone I would take pictures of all the cars driving on the shoulder of the road. (Because they are scared of oncoming traffic?)

...of the tailgaters who leave five feet between vehicles.

..of all the cute, green, tiny carnicerias.

...and washeterias (that's Texas for laundromat).

...and of logos like this: bluebell ice cream, the national ice cream of Texas. There are more national things of the state of Texas.

...and of all the state law signs. I swear, they are everywhere.

I would get pics of indignant Texas faces when one does not follow Texas state law.

Most especially, I would take pictures of Texas everyday heroes.

The image will forever be burned into my brain. The cars stopped in the middle of the street, the 8 or so strangers surrounding him, four men lifting the huge, white motorcycle off his body, the woman calling out,"Talk to him... talk to him..," while he lay in a puddle of broken glass under the heavy machine. The ambulance making its way forward.

I could cry right now just thinking about it. This is the second motor cycle accident I have seen in a month, and both times civilians blocked off traffic and took over the situation, stopping to help.

They may not help you out with your groceries at the store, rent you movies without a Texas ID, or allow your kids to go to school with out 23,450 different forms of identification and proof of residency, but Texans will help you when your life is threatened.

Thank you everyday heroes, for doing what you do best.

If you had a camera phone, what would you record?

1999

Hey yellowdog granny, remember what we said about Scorpios? Well this guy, Cletus, seems kind of funny. He is a new blogger, so lets all go say hi! (Even though he is a Scorpio. Sorry, I was raised by one, and he's an ass.)

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Dreamscape dot com was already taken, so my new domain will be LavenderDaydreams dot com. When it's up and running, I will let you know. Finally, after all these years (1999 is when I made Clouddrifterz), I am getting my own domain! Eek! I am so excited. I hated picking out a host, but I went with one recommended by Wordpress, Laughing Squid. I will most likely be using blogger, but may opt for wordpress. I will keep you all updated!

Ooo, new toys!

I have been known to pitch a fit about people using basic blogger templates. So, for your customization pleasure, I have two sites for you to check out! They are blog template generators; you enter all your information, links, blog roll code, everything! and voila, you have a new template. The styles to choose from are simple and clean, but vary enough that I think you will be pleased. Anything is better than standard blogger templates! Bleck!

Eris' Template Generator
Firdamatic

(I dabble a bit myself, remember.)

Gobulous Hottie Bloggers

Suz has a new site for us girls and I am trying to help come up with a design for it. Right now I am in a state of confusion, which is easy to do when working via email. When she gets time she needs to call me! I swear, I am just lost.

I made something, but she thought the flower had a penis, she is so weird, but whatever. I should go, I have a kid to wake up and take to school, and a kitchen to clean.

Chantz went to Montana, but has a tendency to "surprise" me, coming home early to a messy house and no dinner. I don't like surprises. F@cker head.

Whoop dee do

I have recently been irritated by a blogger- a barely 20 something- who goes off about how she cusses, and fuck off, etc. She is elitist, and has rules for who she rents her blog to- like the world spins only because she wiped her ass this morning. Sorry- it bugged me. I don't care if you swear on your blog- but it doesn't make you super cool if you brag about it. You are not that special. I would go into greater detail, but I really don't give a shit; that's why I haven't bothered to mention it before.

I bring it up now only as a introduction to a blogger who actually is super cool, whose expletives would make a sailor blush, is 62 years old, and makes that other blogger seem even more like an young, annoying twit than she already is. Blogger number one is a bitch- she's mean, annoying, thinks she's cool cuz she swears, gets in your face about her trauma and is elitist- "my blog is best" "my code is perfect" "don't even ask to rent my blog if yours isn't" " sidebars have too much stuff in them" "don't even ask to rent my blog if you use a default design" "I'm a web designer and a blogger so fuck off I know everything and I was ***** so don't fucking feel sorry for me but I am going to mention it in everything motherfucking post because I won't let anyone forget that I was ***** know matter how long ago it happened and all cops suck....."

Oy vey. You won't find that shit at this blog. You will find a very humorous woman, with an attitude deserving of her age, who will entertain you with her wit. She can make a can of diet doctor pepper seem like the most interesting thing in the world. Her sidebar is long, but does use a drop down menu or two, uses a default design, doesn't give a fuck, and she's from Texas!

Go visit yellowdog granny. Now go away and drop a line.

Later.

It is here we express our voice

Jayne got me thinking about my old poetry. I am going to assume all of you were to lazy or uninterested to actually click on my poetry links, so I am going to post one here. I like this one, because it really expresses my internet position; it gives me voice, as well as many of you. I wrote it before I became a blogger, but way back then I just had a regular geocities webpage- who didn't?

Voices

It is here I express my voice.
It is here that I am.
Voices
Heard in the night
Shifting through the darkness
Can they find the light?
Will our words become?
Or are they destined not to be?
I speak
My words fall like rain
Pouring like my tears
Yet falling from my lips
It is here I express my voice.
It is here that I am.
You will never hear me.

-Dawn Dschaak
10/30/98

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And she is definately not pregnant. Thanks Marlee!

Big, long, heaving sigh

I think I might be bi-polar. This is the first time it's come to my attention. I have been getting hyper- a little spaztastic- over the top- and I notice but I can't control it-or calm down. Then I get veeerrryyy tired and bummed out.

I thought I had hormonal or emotional issues rather than depression. So I got back on my anti depressant because though it makes me tired, I don't spaz with it, pick my head, or get all depressed.

There is a word I can't think of, it is bugging me, and it describes how I feel. Weird. I need to go take a nap. My luck as soon as I get comfy, the phone will ring. It always does.

I did it this time, yay!

You Passed the US Citizenship Test

Congratulations - you got 8 out of 10 correct!

Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

Last set, I swear

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion: You have medium extroversion. You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party. Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences. But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time." Conscientiousness: You have low conscientiousness. Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously. Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions. Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done. Agreeableness: You have high agreeableness. You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly. Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone. You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance. Neuroticism: You have medium neuroticism. You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic. Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy. Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is high. In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas. You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits. A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.

The Five Factor Personality Test

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

You Are The Fool

You are a fascinating person who is way beyond the concerns of this world. Young at heart, you are blissfully unaware of any dangers ahead. You are a true wanderer - it has be difficult finding your place in this world. Full of confidence, you are likely to take a leap of faith. Your fortune: You are about to embark on a new phase in your life. This may mean changing locations, jobs, friends, or love status. You are open about what the future will bring, and free of worry. You have made your peace with fate, and you're ready to start down your new path.

What Tarot Card Are You?

All I did for this one was type in my name! Damn!

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

wow!

You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

What Kind of Blogger Are You?

ok i am done. gotta take a nap.