Yes it's been awhile since my last post. I've been rather busy. I have tried to keep up with all the blogs I like to read but I find that if I try to read first and then write, I don't have time to write anything cause I'm too tired. I know I sleep too much and stay up too late but fuck it, I do what I want, when I want for the most part anyway. I'm sitting here tonight in my living room with a couple of new friends and my Husband getting a buzz and eating Jelly Bellys. MMMMMMmmmmm...good Jelly Bellys, 40 different flavors, yummmy. We went out for dinner and a show tonight in Lynchburg, VA. We went to Cattle Annie's to see Saliva, Crossfade and Ligion play and we also had our dinner there too. It was pretty good. I had BBQ ribs, fries and a salad and Brian had a nice chicken alphredo. CA's usually is a country music kinda place but every once in awhile they will play some heavy metal or a little hard rock. Hey the cowboys and cowgirls still come out to dance too. It's kinda funny to watch them, strutting their stuff, sharp pointy boots and cowboy hats, tight jeans and western shirts all tucked in with belts. The place used to make all the guys tuck their shirts in but I noticed tonight they didn't make any of the guys do it. I think it's kind of a stupid rule anyway. They still have some fucked up rules there though. Everyone is required to check their coat with the coat check room at $2 a coat and they practically strip search everyone. It took forever to get everyone inside the place. There were cops and security people fucking everywhere. They were even checking the bathrooms every few minutes. I'm wondering how the fuck do they think we are going to have any fun if they keep trying to bust somebody all the time. I watched them take at least 3 people out the back door and not one of them was being combative in anyway that I could tell. Thanks G Shrub. Oh well, I'd like to see CA's do more rock and heavy metal shows. Brian's kinda mad and disappointed though, and I don't blame him. This show being on a weeknight instead of a weekend night meant they close earlier so the show was over a little after 11pm tonight. If it had been on Fri or Sat night they would have played until at least 1 am. Oh well, Brian doesn't know when to stop the party anyway. If they played until 7 am tomorrow, he still wouldn't be satisfied. He doesn't party everyday but when he does, he's in it for the long haul.
Anyway, after the show we talked Brian's cousin and his wife into coming back with us to our house. So now here we are listening to some Ozzy on the cd player and kicking back and getting a buzz.
Last weekend, Brian took me to Raliegh, NC to see Dark Star Orchestra at the Lincoln Theater. They played two nights and we went both nights. DSO plays Grateful Dead shows and songs. They like to pick a show and perform it just like the Dead did it. Friday night's show was from 1979. Saturday night they played a nice collection of various Dead songs. They really sound good too. We had a good time there. The second night there was this chick standing next to me the whole time and she kept hitting me. I counted at least 15 times that she did everything from just brushing up against me to actually hitting me so hard she almost knocked my drink out of my hand. Brian tells me later that when he went up stairs to smoke a cig. he saw me down on the floor and he said I was dancing and he knew I was having fun. I said, Baby that wasn't dancing, that was self-defense and it worked too. I just flailed my arms around like that girl was doing to me. You know what? She moved the fuck back! I didn't get to land even one hit on her, she knew better, everybody moved away from me. Air, I could breathe. It was so crowded and everyone is standing up and I'm on my scooter sitting lower than even the shortest people there. So when I get in a crowd, it can be hard for me to get air. Hell, even when I stand up, I'm still shorter than everyone else. I am a shortcake, yep, that's what I am. A Strawberry Shortcake. So what kind of food are you today?

If You didn't have animals . . . .

You could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.

Your house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.

When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, You could get to the door without wading
through fuzzy bodies who beat you there.

You could sit on the couch and your bed the way you wanted, without
taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need
to get comfortable.

You would not have strange presents under your Christmas tree -- dog
bones, stuffed animals, toys, treats nor would you have to explain to
people why you wrap them.

You would have money ....and no guilt to go on a real vacation.

You would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as you put
their yet unborn grandkids through college

The most used words in your vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down,
come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.

Your house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or
barriers.

Your house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.

Your pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an
extra leash.

You would no longer have to Spell the words B-A-L-L-, F-R-I-S-B-E- E,
W-A-L-K, or T-R-E-A-T.

You would not have as many leaves INSIDE your house as outside.

You would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties
them down too much.

You'd look forward to spring and the melting of snow instead of dreading
mud season.

You would not have to answer the question "Why do you have so many
dogs/animals? " from people who have never had the joy in their lives of
knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel
as they will ever get.

If you didn't have animals, How empty your life would be.

One of my friends on a Yahoo Group sent this to us in an email and I just had to share it. I hope you will all find it as entertaining and true as I did.

So I'm reading the news on AOL and I read where this woman's pit bull ate her $5000 ring. I'm thinking hey you could shave his ass and attach one of my colostomy bags to his butt to catch his poo. So then when he poos you can rip the bag off his hiney and go through all his stinky poo right through the bag without even openning it and you wouldn't have to run around behind the dog trying to see when and where his poo ends up landing. Of course ripping the bag off his butt might be a bit rough. It is a pit bull afterall. I think I'd highly recommend drugging the dog or the owner first. I don't know but it sounded kinda funny when I first said it.

I see the Anna Nichol Smith story is getting stranger and stranger all the time. Any one else want to be the baby-daddy? Geez, how many guys did she sleep with back then anyway? I think its just so sad how things turned out for her. It seems to me that all she was trying to do was have a life and find someone to love and share her life with and not just get used. A lot of people said that's all she was doing, using that old man she married for his money and just using everyone she came into contact with to get whatever she wanted in life. I don't know but I think it was probably more the other way around. It looks to me like there were quite a lot of people around her that were only there to use her to get what they wanted. I really think the media gave her the shit end of the stick. She's beautiful, blonde and got big tatas, so she must be a dumb gold digger, right? I just feel like that's not fair to her. I didn't know her, so I'm not trying to be judgemental of her. I just feel a kind of connection to her, afterall, we both lost sons to methadone, we both had two children and then I find out her real name is almost the same as my first and middle name. She just spelled it different. I spell my first name with a y, she spelled her's with an ie.
I found out last night that Aaron's Great-Grandmother has passed away. She helped me raise my sons for many years. She was one of the people who came to the hospital to take infant cpr when Shawn was born. I haven't spoke to her in a long time. She got real religious on me and rather judgmental of me and the way I chose to live my life. So we just had to agree to disagree. But I love her and I always will. In a rather strange twist of fate, she will be intered, buried right next to my Father. She was absolutely no relation to me, she was related to my son, Aaron through his sperm donor, um Father. It was not planned to be that way. Kinda weird though, don't ya think? Strange things happen in my life. I just can't help it.

Ok, a lot of people talk about the ads and how strange they can be, well I'm getting one about how I can download a witchcraft ringtone to my cell phone. So just what the heck would that sound like anyway? Does anybody know what that might sound like? Everytime I see that ad, I can't help wondering what the hell that Witchcraft ringtone sounds like. Maybe one of these days I will try to get it to my cell phone and see what it is all about.

Last night was a night for fighting for me. I didn't go to bed until like 4 am and then Brian woke up and wanted to argue with me about anything and everything he could think of and after that it only got better, right? wrong. With the water leaking in my closet for God's knows how long, guess what? My little buddy, mold is growing and getting stronger by the minute. My closet is harboring an evil monster now, Mold and lots of it. I am severly allergic to Mold. I can smell Mold growing when no one else can. It is so very evil to me. So even after using all the Lysol we had, I'm still smelling it and all night I'm fighting it off of me, getting sicker and sicker all the time. Then Muumuu decides he wants to sleep on top of me, at the same time that Cesar wants to get in his spot, which is in my lap and under the covers. He always sleeps with me under the covers. He's a very tiny almost hairless dog, what do you expect? So anyway, the dog and the cat are both fighting for the coveted "spot" on my lap. Well not fighting the way most dogs and cats fight, it was more like a pushing match, to see who was going to get the spot. Cesar always wins. One time I got up to go to the bathroom and when I got back, Cesar was on my lap almost before I got in the bed. That little shit wasn't giving up his "spot", no way. He was staking his claim as quick as he could. Oh but wait the night gets even better. Later on, I woke up needing to go to the bathroom again, and for some reason I got it into my head that there was a button on the top of my bed that would flatten it so I could get out of it. Mind you now, we have two twin beds pushed together, it's one of those Swedish Tempurpedic mattresses and it's also adjustable with a remote control that raises and lowers the head and knees. There is no freaking button on the bed, there is a remote control. But anyway, somehow I keep thinking there is a button ON the bed and I'm trying to push it and nothing is happening, the fucking bed will not flatten out so I can get out of it and damn, I gotta pee so bad. I gave up and got out of the bed, went to the bathroom and get this...here's the kicker...when I got back to get back into bed, I still try to push that imaginary button and still it's not there. Then it finally hits me, the button is on the damn remote control, stupid! Good news is Brian went to the store and got some more Lysol and gave me some allergy medicine and alls well that ends well. I finally got some rest! I feel so much better now.