As IF You Wanted To Know

Here is my fall TV schedule... subject to change.

Monday:
I'll try out Just Legal and see how that goes. When January rolls around, I'll watch 24 until I miss an episode. I seem never to return after that. I just hope they come up with a good and somewhat believable plot this season.

Tuesday:
Gilmore Girls is kinda' meh, but Mom loves it. She seems to be looking forward to Commander in Chief also, and since I have nothing better to see that night, why not?

Wednesday:
That 70's Show is a must. Veronica Mars is full of corney goodness. Invasion doesn't seem all that interesting but I like some of the actors so who knows. Oh yeah, and Lost. Can't forget Lost.

Thursday:
I always watch the first couple Survivor episodes... you know, when they actually look like they're surviving. Alias? Poor Vaughan being killed off just cuz' he dated and split with the star of the show. So sad.

Friday:
My mother would never miss What I Like About You or Reba so I never miss them either. Who needs Twins? I don't. I'll go watch Malcolm in the Middle instead.

Sunday:
The occasional Simpsons and the rare episode of Charmed... very rare.

All that being said, I don't much like TV and would rather read or play a game. Go figure.

Weight: 185lbs

Cinnamon

Here are some pics to be enjoyed while I try to come up with something interesting to say.

Cin can be SO evil, but Buster doesn't mind a bit.

And she can be cute or incredibly ugly after a bath... depending on who you ask.

Awwwww... Cin kissing Jo. What could be cuter?

Weight: 185lbs

Whoop

Got one of my stories published online and I was given the grand honor of Best Story of the Week.

I seem to be oh so very popular at the moment. Hehe. Besides that, there's not much going on.

Oh, and Melissa, I MUST ask you a question sometime this weekend... SO CALL ME. I can never get hold of you, dear.

Weight: 185lbs

Something Is New

Have you noticed it yet? Can you guess?

Come on, guess!

Weight: 185lbs

I Screamed Like A Girl

Yes, I've had some girly drama tonight.

Here I was... just sitting at the comp minding my own business when I see something black out of the corner of my eye. I look up and what do I see? A gigantic water bug on the ceiling. This is not the part where I scream.

I stared at the thing for some time... not quite believing my eyes. It was HUGE! He was three inches long, an inch wide, a centimeter thick, and had legs that were an inch and a half. I backed away slowly (or rolled away, as I was sitting in a chair) and proceeded down the hall to my mother's room (though, not in the chair).

After much convincing that there WAS actually a water bug on the ceiling, she finally got out of bed. Being blind as she is... she wouldn't stop asking if it was actually a locust.

Well, we were in a predicament. The brother just left to stay at our Dad's for the weekend... and while Brandon is taking his place (yes, he's staying here for a few days... AGAIN) as the replacement brother... he's off playing pool somewhere and couldn't help us either. And normally, our neighbors throw huge annoying parties on Friday nights... but neither of them have one going on tonight. So, it was just us girls... alone in the house... with a gigantic water bug on the ceiling.

By this time the bug was planning his acrobatic performance. He was doing his little warm up routine and some mild stretches. This did make us very nervous as we would have to pass under him to get to the roach spray in the kitchen. I volunteered for the job... but the mother thought it her duty as the, um, mother.

Before she went I gave her my contribution. An umbrella.

She walked very slowly towards the dining room... the umbrella held upright... a mild squeal in her throat.

I stared at the bug. He was slowly opening and closing his wings. His back bent. His front legs stretched.

As she closed in on the location of the water bug she paused.

The bug slowly opened his wings.

She made the leap past.

The bug dropped.

I screamed.

She screamed.

The dogs screamed.

The umbrella flew and we both ended up on opposite ends of the house... cringing, and wondering where that bug went.

... And then we heard it. It was rustling papers on the love seat. As Garfield S. just happened to be in the house at this time... he decided to investigate. We let him. But all he managed to do was get the bug to rush under the desk.

Mother could not find the roach spray but she did find the wasp and hornet spray which was even better. It can spray up to twenty feet away. However, there was the problem of getting her back over to my side of the house. After much drama we succeeded.

We sprayed and sprayed and he just wouldn't die. It did run around a lot causing us to scream several times more.

The situation finally ended when I chopped the thing in half with a garden hoe and chucked it next door. That will teach them not to skip their loud, annoying, Friday night party.

After several minutes of paranoia and saying good night to my dear Mom, I finally sat back down and started typing this story. That's when a spider decided to show up in front of my face. Another unwelcome creature from my living room ceiling. I, however, am not so afraid of tiny spiders and quickly squashed it.

Needless to say, every little itch and tickle is causing me hysteria and I can't quit checking my surroundings. This sucks. I wish we could afford to get the house exterminated again. Those six years of living bug free were heaven.

Weight: 185lbs

The Bull Dog Obsession

Bull Mastiffs are the latest thing going on over here.

Everyone in my neighborhood suddenly has one. Even my brother is trying to get one. I love bully breeds. I really do. But all these bull dogs keep getting out of their yards.... and they're all female! Buster is going nuts. He smells them in the air and as soon as the front door is cracked... he's out and trying to jump on a bull dog!

I really hope all these new bull dog owners know what they're doing. Socialization and "off switch" commands are a must. There is a real sweetie down the street, but I doubt she's being trained correctly. She gets out the most, too.

I wish I could pop my brother and his friends upside the head. Hehe. They are constantly going in and out all day and they never pay attention to Buster. Do they have to go get him when he gets out? No! I do. Then, there he is... trying to play with another loose Mastiff.

Weight: 185lbs

Hmmmm... Hrmmm...

Errr... ummmm.... ummers.... Yeah, there's nuttin' goin' on.

Absolutely... NOTHING!

I COULD do something stupid like tell ya' a story. I've been writing tons lately. But then, I hate being judged by my ficticious musings. They always come off as "dark" to people when they're really not. Dark to me is like suicide and devil worship so I can't see how my stories can be considered dark when it has absolutely none of that in it.

I'm thinking of creating an ultra secret blog full of my dumb little stories. If I do... I'm not telling ANYBODY where it is! Not one person. And now that I've said my intentions... I think I can drop the ultra status and just call it a secret. Forgive me if I can't stop mentioning my secret little story blog. I can't help but try to be a bit mysterious... albeit a stupid kind of mysterious.

Ho hum...

Weight: 185lbs

Situations Are Kinda' Sucking Right Now

I went to Granny's funeral today...

Or yesterday if you want to be technical. It was terrible! She looked like a doll. She looked so bad.

Then a girl who could not sing any high notes actually tried to sing that song that went... "Did you ever know that you're my hero? You are the wind beneath my wings." Bad song. Bad singer.

Then the preacher mentioned humpty dumpty and how all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put her back together again. What the?

I still can't believe how bad it was!

... And then there is the issue of the will. It's non-existant. Apparantly, only I know what everybody was supposed to get because we talked about it several times a few years ago. Everything has gone to her husband... and he's about to die... then it goes to his only daughter... and she hated my Granny with a passion.

Weight: 185lbs