The human brain amazes me. The things it is able to do is incredible. Every function our body performs is directly regulated by our brains. Amazing.
This is not meant to be a scientific blog. My mind has other plans.
On top of all of the mechanics our brain has to perform every single second of the day, it also holds the key to our innermost thoughts.
Hiding within us is our entire lives, everything that we have done; a mass of experiences hidden, most of which we cannot even access. Amazing.
Have you ever had a moment when you remember something that you haven't thought of in years. The thought just pops into your head, whether you want it to or not. Sometimes you wish they would've stayed where they were, other times it brings a slight smile to your lips, reminding you of a life long gone.
These memories are usually triggered by an external force.
For me, it is usually music. I hear a song on the radio and it triggers old feelings, emotions, sometimes even smells and colors. It's so random, but amazing.
Have you ever have a moment like that, a vivid memory from the past hit you out of nowhere? Do you have something that usually triggers old thoughts for you?
I salute you oh myspace gurus (not)
Current mood: obsequious
Category: MySpace
So for a week I've been trying to log on and say "HEY!"
All week I have failed miserably, but this time due to no fault of my own. For some reason I could not log in. I didn't change my password or my email, yet it kept telling me I was giving the wrong info...GRRRRR
I tried a number of different passwords that I MAY have changed it to in a drunken stupor or mindless haze or while I was myspacing in my sleep.
But all of this was to no avail. ( I like that word, don't you?)
So I emailed the all (NOT) knowing myspace gurus to see what in the world was going on. You know what they told me...I had to send them a salute. Know what that is??? I had to send them a lovely picture of ME holding a sign that said Myspace.com and my friend ID...oh yea, I did.
I find this all a bit humiliating for some reason.
Well, it worked anyway and here I am, back in the fabulous land of myspace thanks to my salute to the myspace gurus.
*note: I was annoyed in this picture, I just can't help but smile when there is a camera present*
I've been wanting to at least blog with my pics of Hawaii, but haven't had the time.
Big news in my life...I bought a house!!!!!! (well WE bought a house, lol, I gave him the basement, the shed if he's bad!) ;)
So we moved in a week or so ago, it's sooooooo awesome, I'm loving it...well except for the having to move all your stuff. That's a pain in the ass; I still have things from the apartment trickling in. But all in all it's great, more to come on this.
So anyway, we had a great time in Hawaii, we did tons of cool stuff. We went to a Luau, hiked down (and back up) a mountain to a black sand beach, went on a submarine, snorkled in the middle of the ocean, ate tons of yummy food, burnt on the beautiful beaches (the sun there is wicked!). Soooo nice, I wish I could go back NOW! I will go into details in a later blog.
Last night my parents came over to watch the kids while hubby and I went to check out a summer camp for Kayla.
We got home, all seemed well. The boy child asleep, the girl child awake and seeming a little hyper.
She wanted to play ball with daddy. OK. They rolled it for a while. Then she announced that she would not be able to go to bed until she finished playing rolling and then basketball. Then she could brush her teeth and clean up. OK.
From the other room a her a little girls voice yell "OH DAMMIT". I holler, "Kayla what did I tell you about using bad words?!?!" She is going through a bad word phase, I suppose. With this, she recoils with "FUCKIN!" Her new bad word apparently. I’m too through. I take the ball and send her to the couch.
HOLY MELTDOWN BATMAN!
Screaming and Madness ensue at about 9:30 pm. She is overtired (as am I). I tell her when she calms down she can have the ball back, plus she has to apologize for using "potty words". No dice. Screaming and madness continue.
Mark had been heading out the door, she starts with her, "DADADADADADA". I kick him out cuz he’s a wimp. Screaming continues.
Me with the calmest voice I can muster: "calm down, clean up, then we can wash up and go to bed" Her: DADADADADADA Me: OK then you can sit here until you are calm Her: DAaaaaaaaaaDAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Me: grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ok this continues for sometime...finally I have enough and send her to sit on my bed (she is not going to her room so she can wake the sleeping one, oh hell no). Now she is screaming: I WON’T DO IT AGAIN over and over and over and over..... I clean up, cuz she just needs to sleep. I go over to her. Are you ready to calm down now and talk to mommy? Her out of breath and through tears: YOU *breath* DIDN’T*breath*GIVE*breath*ME*breath*A*breath* CHANCE*breath*TO*breath*CLEAN*breath*UP!*breath* ME: ugh!
Poked and Prodded
Current mood: curious
Category: Life
I was in the shower the other day (I shower daily, this in itself is nothing special). I shut the water off and get out and grab my towel. I suddenly can hardly remember being in the shower at all. Did I wash my face? Did I condition my hair? I was in there for a while, but I can’t remember anything about it. I’ve lost precious moments of my day. Where have they gone? Where was I 10 minutes ago?
You ever wonder what happens to you in that lost time? I do.
Maybe the people are right; maybe there are aliens. Those moments that you cannot account for could be their doing. Maybe you were taken aboard a space ship, galaxies away, poked and prodded, and then put back with no awareness of what just occurred. It could happen.
What? Just sayin...
How often do you "lose time"? Do you believe in aliens?
Ahhhhhh, tequila... (The BatCave Blog Orgy)
Category: Blogging
This blog I post today was written specifically for my friend Jimmy. He is trying his hand at the blog orgy business (similar to Mary Mary's Blog Orgy).
It was a dark and stormy night.The moon, almost full, shone eerily down on the wet pavement.The city was barely visible through all the clouds.The rain poured sideways; the gusting winds screeched through her first floor window.The gloomy night seemed to fit somehow; it fit perfectly.Through the clouds she searched for a star.
That first shot of tequila helped.After a fight like that she needed something.As the warmth of the tequila slowly trickled down through her body, the chill of the night seemed to dissipate.Another shot and she'll have forgotten what she was drinking for in the first place.Probably better off that way.
Shots two and three went down smooth.She should've stopped there, but it felt too good.The fourth shot, that's when it started again, the incessant noise in her head, the thoughts that she was hiding from had returned.
She could hear the words repeating in her head, not unlike that annoying song on the radio, the one that you can't stand, but still manage to know every word.She couldn't believe he would speak to her that way, but then again why not?It's not like it was the first time.The hurtful things that came out of his mouth when he was in a rage like that.At least this time he left without breaking anything.
That wasn't entirely true and she knew it; the pieces of her heart never even had a chance this time.
Through the clouds, she thought she caught a glimpse of a star.She needed a wish tonight.As she began to gather her thoughts she realized, it was not a star after all, just a passing airplane.There would be no wishing for her tonight, just tequila and rain, and inevitably the floor.
The other day when I was venting about my poor sick baby, I mentioned my cat needing to go the vet as well. She was holding her tail down the other day and hissed everytime she jumped down from somewhere. She was also walking very gingerly. If you know Oreo, which the vast majority of you do not, you would know that this is very out of character for her. Oreo, I think before the other day, had never hissed a day in her life. She is just the sweetest, most loving cat EVER! Anywho, I basically told my hubby that I don't care how much it costs we are going to fix whatever is wrong with that cat b/c she is Kayla's bestest friend and I cannot explain another death to this child who is not even 4 yet.
I also am not prepared for another of my cats to die. For a while I had cats dying on me left and right. You see, I used to have Jennifer's Home for Wayward Cats with Feline Leukemia. It all started with Seymour. He lived in my moms backyard when I lived there, then when I moved I took him with me. He had feline Leukemia, but I didn't care. Well since that is highly transmittable to other cats, if I wanted a second cat, it also had to have feline leukemia. Needless to say, I went through a patch of time where all my cats would be with me for less than a year, then they would get sick beyond repair. Seymour stuck around the longest, and I swore never to take a sick cat again, my heart could simply not take any more. OMG how I've digressed!
So Oreo is OK, somehow she managed to tear some tissue around her tail, like it had been pulled. Kayla is very gentle and I know she wouldn't do that to her favoritest cat. (I know that's not a word, OK) So we have no idea how she came to have this injury. We just have to wait for it to heal.
The weirdest part of it all was that last week I had a dream. It scared me so bad at the time that I woke my hubby up just to tell him that I had a bad dream, a little pathetic I know, but it was scary! :P So what you say, well, in the dream there was a zombie in my closet. I ran to get the kids out of the house while my hubby held the door to the room the zombie was in shut. All of a sudden I notice Oreo's paw scratching out underneath the door. Mark tried to get her out, but the zombie was rapidly approaching the door. Next thing, we hear a dreadful cry as the zombie pulls Oreo BY THE TAIL towards it and crushes her. (It was super scary and horrifying in my dream!)
So am I part psychic or what??? This was a full week before we saw the cat in any pain. I think it's kinda creepy. Things that make you go hmmmmmm...
Some Kitty pics for your viewing enjoyment, LOL...
Solicitation
Current mood: animated
Category: Blogging
We inturrupt your regularly scheduled blog for this solicitation....
I entered Max in THE MOST HUGGABLE BABY contest. I would appreciate it if you would go the link below and vote. I warn you though, it takes a few minutes because they make you scroll through all the babies before you can vote. If you have the time, I would appreciate the votes greatly....Thanks!!!
Kayla just got over bronchitis, and now he has Bronchiolitis, which is worse...
I had a blog I wanted to write, but it's hard to concentrate with his loud breathing. I feel bad for the poor little guy. But bless his little heart, he still looks up and smiles a me.
I'm a nervous wreck because I am constantly watching him for difficulty breathing, which would then send me back into the dr, who would then send me to the hospital.
*double ugh*.
And my cat has to go to the vet, she is acting weird...meowing when we touch her and stuff. Plus she is not being her daredevil self.
*triple ugh*
Max has to be on a nebulizer every 4 hours and he hates it with a passion, not that I blame him...I had to have an oxygen mask on when I was giving birth to both my kids, and I hated every second that thing was on me.
So here I am home, with a sick kid. This is why I end up at work when I'm deathly ill. All my sick days are spent home with sick kids.
*did I mention UGH*
Such is life I suppose...sick kid venting session is now over...
An interview without a vampire...
Current mood: talkative
Category: Blogging
Mr. Nice in Ohio was kind enough to interview me. I know you are all very anxious to read my answers, it's what's been missing in your life, I know...on with it then................................................................
1. How did you manage to stay so darned cute and sweet?
I seriously can't believe this is a question. LOL.
*basking in my cuteness and my sweetness for a second*
UMMMMM, I don't really try I just kinda AM cute and sweet.Some people find it to be a character flaw, but I don't care.I just feel like you can catch more flies with honey (although, I'm not too sure why anyone would want to intentionally catch flies, but I digress).I guess there are times when I'm not so cute and sweet (ask my husband) but I honestly am just a nice person I guess, and I don't let others negative attitudes bring me down. (wow, you really let me toot my own horn there, didn't ya?) 2. Is that sometimes a curse?
I guess it is a curse sometimes, because some people may mistake my sweetness for weakness and look at me like I am a fool.Although that just ends up being their mistake in the end, they end up looking like a fool, and now I look cute and sweet and smarter than them! :P 3. What is your favorite pastime/hobby?
I don't really have a pastime or hobby. (how sad it that)
If I could choose to do something, it would be horseback riding, but being that I live in the city and have no access to horses, nor do I have the time to drive out to the stables, but if I did, that would be my pastime of choice.
I have become quite the Ebay addict these days.I buy nearly all my formula for the baby on there, plus I'm becoming quite the seller (tooting the horn again!)
4. What do you consider your best and worst character trait?
I want to say that my patience is my best trait.I can tolerate a lot without losing my cool.I find that I usually end up feeling better in the end when I don't lose my patience.Like at a restaurant, I don't flip my lid if the service is less than perfect, as long as no one is being nasty to me or anyone in my party, I know that mistakes happen and not everyone is as perfect and flawless as me (ok I may be getting carried away now) :D
My worst trait probably is my sensitivity.I take everything to heart.I try to act tough sometimes, but I'm a big mush and my feelings get hurt very easily.I cry A LOT, I'm a big baby I guess. 5. If you could spend a month anywhere, all expenses paid, where would you go?
Oh boy, I guess I would love to extend my upcoming trip to Hawaii.I'm going to visit my friend Marybeth in March, and I can only stay a week because of work. (Yeah, I was on maternity leave for 2 months and now I'm the first to go on vacation).I'm not even there yet and I feel like my vacations over already.We started planning what we are gonna do while we are there and when you look at the days all planned out like that it makes it look so short.I would love to stay for a whole month!
So if you are still with me after all that, thanks for reading! If you would like me to interview too, just let me know. I didn't post any rules, was I supposed to, oh well, you all know how this works by now. :)
obsequious
curious
animated
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Mr. Nice in Ohio was kind enough to interview me. I know you are all very anxious to read my answers, it's what's been missing in your life, I know...on with it then................................................................