My Saints lost by one freaking point tonight. One. Freaking. Point. Really guys? C'mon. You couldna dug up a safety or a field goal or throwing a cheerleader over the goal line or something? *sighs* At least my Longhorns won a tough one...that ought silence the critics...for about three days.
And, lest you think from the second to last post that I'm a whiny weener over no one liking me...it's not just the SCA thing, it's a whole host of shit. and I have to keep telling myself: someone would be stuck with my piles of crap at work and home...and that just wouldn't be a nice thing to do to anyone. but really, sometimes I wonder what the point of life really is...just to keep plodding on, raising kids who will just plod on toward a more diseased planet and society...bleah. But, here's a list of favorites, so you don't think I'm a complete negative nellie noo.
Things I love...in no particular order:
1. Waking up surrounded by my kitties. Reaching out to find soft fur first thing is the best.
2. Hugs from my big, gangly teenaged boy. *melts*
3. Rain on a sunday afternoon.
4. My studio (even though it's still overcrowded with CRAP atm)
5. Sonic's Chicago Dog.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
In other news...
I really, really, really wish my kid would start writing in her blog again. It was poignant, funny as hell and gave me insight into the adult child that I don't otherwise have. Damn marriages...ruin everything. ;) (she basically stopped blogging once she got remarried).
Feh.
Ice cream or booze?
As in death by.
I try not to be a drama queen..okay, so there have been a few times, but for the most part, I keep my whining to myself. A couple people I know on FB are continually posting all their woes and how depressed they are and this ailment is kicking up and that thing is rotten and...and... You know, I'm not a fan of Dr. Phil, but there are times when I want to say, you know...everyone has depression and fits of suicidal mania, get over yourself and move on. but I don't. Unlike Dr. Phil, I know everyone's different, everyone has different issues and depth of character, depression, and resources. Lately though, I feel like everything is closing in I'm old, fat, unable to do the things I want to do, stuck in a pointless job shuffling papers for people who could give a shit in the longrun--and this crew likes me betther than any I've ever worked with. I keep on trying to get back in the SCA, but R doesn't really want to, the boy doesn't really care, and truth be told not one single person except the couple I introduced to the SCA a couple years ago would give a flying shit if I stepped off the Congress Avenue bridge tomorrow. Some of that is my own fault, I know, but it still begs the question, why? Why bother trying to go play with a bunch of people who could care less about you than a fire ant mound? I don't have enough money really to play, we only have one car, so even if I did, I can't go leave R without the car for the weekend.
I know this sounds like a rambling pity-party, but after crying myself silly this afternoon and sleeping till 8:30, I really am wondering why am I bothering worrying about making costumes, etc. when in the end I won't have a reaons to wear them.
And all this typing is really making the shit in my thumb flare up. *sighs* Fuck it. I'm going to go do laundry...and see if I can find a 5-gallon bucket of ice cream. I hate the feeling too much alcohol gives me.
I try not to be a drama queen..okay, so there have been a few times, but for the most part, I keep my whining to myself. A couple people I know on FB are continually posting all their woes and how depressed they are and this ailment is kicking up and that thing is rotten and...and... You know, I'm not a fan of Dr. Phil, but there are times when I want to say, you know...everyone has depression and fits of suicidal mania, get over yourself and move on. but I don't. Unlike Dr. Phil, I know everyone's different, everyone has different issues and depth of character, depression, and resources. Lately though, I feel like everything is closing in I'm old, fat, unable to do the things I want to do, stuck in a pointless job shuffling papers for people who could give a shit in the longrun--and this crew likes me betther than any I've ever worked with. I keep on trying to get back in the SCA, but R doesn't really want to, the boy doesn't really care, and truth be told not one single person except the couple I introduced to the SCA a couple years ago would give a flying shit if I stepped off the Congress Avenue bridge tomorrow. Some of that is my own fault, I know, but it still begs the question, why? Why bother trying to go play with a bunch of people who could care less about you than a fire ant mound? I don't have enough money really to play, we only have one car, so even if I did, I can't go leave R without the car for the weekend.
I know this sounds like a rambling pity-party, but after crying myself silly this afternoon and sleeping till 8:30, I really am wondering why am I bothering worrying about making costumes, etc. when in the end I won't have a reaons to wear them.
And all this typing is really making the shit in my thumb flare up. *sighs* Fuck it. I'm going to go do laundry...and see if I can find a 5-gallon bucket of ice cream. I hate the feeling too much alcohol gives me.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
More changes...I like confusion....
Well, not really. I don't like paying $110 a year for webhosting, when I can do what I do on Blogger. So I'm moving back over here. I've imported my posts from www. madamebizarro.net and they might look a bit...discombobulated. Some of them I will fix and some I won't. I'm going to gradually move my photos to Picasa, because they're all hosted on StartLogic atm.
So...bear with me.
So...bear with me.
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Jeans Recycling.
I've been hoarding a pile of old jeans for a while now, telling myself "I'll make purses! Or bags! or a brooch, or a pterodactyl... " and there they sat. So when my husband wanted a sleeve for his tablet, I said...ooooh..I have just the thing. And there they sat. I finally got my workdesk in the studio cleared to be able to sew and started late Sunday night. The only thing I had to go get was some Velcro®, everything else I had.
Monday, September 03, 2012
More stupid car tricks
These fake wire wheels with the "knock-off hubs" are ridiculously stupid looking on big cars...they're just plain insulting to a Mercedes. I ought to leave the tag number so people can write to them and tell them just how stupid their car looks.
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