how come it's okay for people to take advantage of you and expect you to roll over and jump when they say but it's not okay to do the same to them?

I was at home eating dinner when my phone rang. I didn't pick up the phone because I was eating. As soon as my phone stopped ringing, The Hubby's phone rang. And then they called my phone right after again. Now I got home at 6:40pm yesterday and we were eating dinner around 7:30pm. Who was it? Once I finished eating I checked my messages. It was a person telling me that their child had to do a project and that they needed to come to my house and use the computer and since I didn't pick up the phone, they were on the way to my house. It was already past 8:30pm and I had a very cranky baby to deal with and now this person. Now, I'd already spoken to this person about their child's assignment two saturdays ago and he was supposed to come over that day to do the assigment. But once he found out that I didn't have a color printer he said he'd go to kinko's (we do, but it's not hooked up to the pc)so I didn't pay any mind to his message. Especially since this person had spent this saturday at my home from about 8pm until 2am. whatever.

So the person comes over and yup, you guessed it, the assignment is due on 5/20 (today) and the child needs the info asap (they have a pc at their house but they have dial up and don't like to use it a lot). What does this person do? Plops the child in front of the pc and expects me and hubby to help the child do the homework. Because it's easier to sit in the couch and let someone else do it. I was tired, cranky, pukey (ate too much), had a ton of dishes to do and wanted to clean my floors that day but no, I have to entertain this person. I went and sat in the living room with Ducky after I put The Kid to bed and was constantly being pulled away from watching House (did you see it?) to play hostess. blah, blah, blah, blah, I guess what really irked me was that I couldn't spend alone time with The Kid before he went to bed last night and the fact that the other child of this person had been playing with a flashlight of The Hubby's and when they were going to leave, he threw it in the couch. I had to ask him twice if that was the spot where he found the flashlight until the parent caught on and made their kid go and put it back. This after this child kept on putting his shoes on the couch and asking for food (he wasn't hungry, he just wanted junk food. I offered him rice and beans and he looked at me like I'd grown three heads. It aint my fault that your parents feed you junk, don't expect me to feed it to you)

What is the problem with all these stupid teachers doing it with their students? Is there no dignity anymore? I just heard on the news that yet another pervert was caught. She rented a hotel room with FIVE of her underage students, bought them beer and stuff, and then took a "shower" with the 17 year old. If this woman starts saying that she's too pretty to go to prison I think I'm gonna hurt someone. Parents are supposed to send their children to skool to learn to read and write, not learn how to do it. Especially not from their teachers. Am I going crazy or are all these pedophile teachers only in florida?

This is enough to make me seriously consider homeskooling. Before I was just toying with the idea but now it looks like it's the only choice unless I want my kids to be violated by their teachers. Can't these women find a man their own age? Why do they have to go off and rape these boys (it seems all the cases in the news are female teachers and male students). It's sickening the way things are going now. If things keep going this way, five years from now we'll be hearing this:

mom: so, honey how was skool today?

daughter: good, I learned all about amoebas, practiced the periodic tables. And mom, nobody touched my vagina today!

mom: oh good, I was a bit worried there.

What are they teaching these sickos over in teacher skool??? Last I checked, I thought that the teachers are supposed to be like a second set of parents towards the children and help bring them up to be productive members of society. Skools are supposed to be a place for education, not a flesh market. And what kind of pervert would find a child sexually appealing? EW! Gross!

Oh goodness, I got a troll. That must mean that I'm getting to be popular! Yay! But I still want to adress the things that this crazy has written. Awhile back (and by that I mean January), I posted something and in it I mentioned my habit of standing close to The Hubby and stealing his oxygen. Well, it seems like some weirdos out there don't realize that it's my blog and that in it I post my thoughts. And also, these weirdos don't even have the manstuff to put their names on their posting. They choose to post anonymously. So, since they decided to post this at like 2am last night, I'm going to address it here so that Katie can take a crack at them. Here's what the HeShe posted:

Anonymous said...
You are a real whacko! I breathe all the air around him? Gosh, heck with the bango equiptment I would be running for clean air.. You are really a nut=case and feel sorry for your bango church boy!
my-2-cents

2:20 AM

First of all dear anon: When quoting someone it is best to mark it differently since it could be mistaken as your own thoughts. What do you mean by a whacko? I understand wacko and I know there's a game called whackamole. Are you calling me some sort of condensed version of these two words? Please elaborate on that. Now, if you're breathing all the air around my hubby stop before you need to open your mouth when I have to tie my shoe. Only I am allowed to do that, that's why I'm married to him. Get your own hubby to give you free used oxygen. Second, equiptment is not spelled that way. Get a spellchecker. And if you start crying about how posting doesn't have spellchecker, type your info in Word first and then copy/paste in the comment box. Or pass first grade, whatever.

I'm not even going to address the bango equipment (or bango equiptment, as you so kindly pointed out) since I have no idea what you mean by that. As far as I know, I don't have now nor have ever had any interest in bangos. In fact, this is a time when spellchecker might have come in handy since I think you're referring to a banjo (which is a musical instrument to be listened to only in the presence of homemade moonshine or so I'm told). That is, unless in your twisted mind you're pointing out some obscure inane reference of a sexual nature. In that case, I want no part of that and leave me the heck out of it.

Also, I'm not sure where you got your information but nut does not equal case like you point out. But going by your preceeding grammar mistakes, you probably mean a nut case. That's not quite correct either since I am not a case of mixed nuts. Although I do want to know what Coconut Fred's Fruit Salad Island has to do with nuts. But I digress. See, in order to be a nut case I would have to be different than the rest of the folks out there and there are not two people alike. There are like minded people out there but even they don't agree on every single thing. Not even identical twins raised in a bubble agree on all of the things all of the time. Which means that YOU my nonfriend, are a nut case yourself, maybe you can tell me what the heck a mongongo is (right there under the search for nut case).

And I don't feel sorry for a bango church boy. I don't know any bango church boys but then again, not knowing what the heck a bango is limits my ability to answer this truthfully. Please elaborate on bango church boy. I think that HeShe likes these bangos and while I certainly appreciate new made up words, I usually let people know in advance what my new made up words mean before I start using them liberally in a sentence. You should try that.

Okay so I keep having all these pregnancy dreams. Each one nuttier than the one before. I blame katie for them. Somehow she's responsible for it. Either she alien abducted me and implanted some sort of chip in me or she is my baby daddy. Which judging by one of my previous dreams might just be true.

I dreamt that The Hubby was going to jail for several years (why, I don't know) and he forced me to divorce him and marry one of my bosses. An old man who happens to be married himself. It was so that he could protect me while The Hubby was in the slammer. Well, The Hubby didn't want it to be a paper marriage but a real one so I ended up having twins with the old man. The dream ended with The Hubby getting to be released and me feeling sad because I was going to get divorced to oldie and marry The Hubby again. It was most odd.

Then of course is the dream where Katie had boy parts and some sort of diaper rash (could've been clamydia or syphilis)

Then I dreamt that I was giving birth to the parasite and that I was all mad bc I'd just bought a lot of maternity clothes that I wouldn't be able to use anymore since the babe wouldn't be in my belly. I also kept yelling at The Hubby and was very mad at him for some reason. He probably refused to get me a garlic shrimp milkshake or something.

Speaking of cravings, I never had any with The Kid but am starting to have all these crazy cravings with this pregnancy. Like how a few days ago I just had to eat apples covered in mayo. And it tasted good, baby. Or how I ended up getting a flat tire looking for a spanish store that sold the particular brand of salami that I wanted to fry up and eat with eggs over easy.

Actually, I didn't so much get a flat tire as I tried to do a u-turn at an intersection where there was no room to do one and ended up hitting one of my tires against the curb. And the hit was so hard that it popped the tire rending it unusable.

I consider myself to be a crunchy mama, so imagine my surprise when I realized that I don’t have any ring slings. I only used pouch slings with The Kid and have been secretly insanely jealous of all the cool ring sling mamas out there. So naturally I needs to get me a ring sling for this babe. I looked around and found this Baby Slings site that has really cool ring slings. I can totally see me in the Organic cotton sateen sling (second one from the top, first picture). In fact, once I have my diaper stash done I’ll most likely buy one of those. Of course I still need one of their other slings (solarveil and water slings come to mind since this child will be born in the spring and I will get to show off the water sling at all of our summer activities). Of course, what I like the most is the fact that this is a home business so I’m not giving my money to some huge corporation that doesn’t care about customer service. I’ve spoken via email with the owner and he’s as nice as can be. I'm all about supporting the small businesses so I give them my money as much as I can.

Oh, and did I mention that they have the most affordable kiddie slings I could find? And they ship all over the world? AND they take paypal not just your credit card? This is more than most big companies will do. They will be in contact with you if you need any help with your sling size and their return policy is great as well. So, I’m getting The Kid a sling and getting me a couple slings as well. Just need to do my ordering in small amounts and have them ship the packages to my job so that I can sneak the things in the house little by little (otherwise The Hubby will have my head on a silver platter). If you’re in the market for a sling, go check them out.

That's what I'm naming this parasitic* little person inside me. I'm tired of calling her an it, foetus, and mini me. So I decided on naming it a bloop. By the way, notice how I redid my links bar. There's a link to the birth center where I'm gonna burst open this belated christmas present. Also, check out bob the angry flower. The writer is Canadian and is actually funny. He does good movie reviews as well. I've also decided to redo my site. I don't have the money to buy my own domain name yet, but when I do, I will do that. I'm also going to try to do more posting of higher quality. And I promise I will start commenting on everyone whose blogs I read (and that's everyone in my linkage list and more that are not there right now)

In morning sickness front, it seems as though the pukiness has subsided somewhat. I'm not as sick as I was, but still getting sick. Progress? Maybe. Right now I'm eating some exotic vegetable chips with garlic, oregano, olive oil, and a hint of lemon. They're very good. Made you hungry yet Katie? No? Well then, yesterday I had a deelishus BBQ chicken sandwich at a good Italian restaurant (their pizza slices are almost as big as my head, and that's pretty big if I do say so myself)

**A parasite commonly refers to an organism that lives on or inside another organism, a phenomenon known as parasitism. Some parasites are social parasites, taking advantage of interactions between members of a social host species such as ants or termites to their detriment. Kleptoparasitism involves the parasite stealing food that the host has caught or otherwise prepared. So as you can see, being pregnant is like having parasites and having children is like having little parasites outside your body constantly stealing and eating the food that you've caught or prepared. And I can't be sharing my hawaiian pizza with bacon instead of ham with anyone (except for katie, but she'll just stare at me until I give in) much less a parasite.

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So yeah, it's been a heckalong week:
Monday: After dealing with all the work stress all day long......go to skool learn that after we've been told the whole semester that the final would be open notes, now it's not. Did I mention that the final is Weds? And that it's math (my archenemy).

Tuesday: Have to attend "training seminar" at work due to some panel interviews that we're to hold. Stress* me out a lot. Am sent home with a pile of resumes to go over on TOP of my math junk I have to go over. Lose my T1-83 calculator. Have no idea what happened to it. Am about to go into fetal position. Had to beg the receptionist to lend me a crappy looking thing that a kindergartener wouldn't be seen with.

Wednesday: Have to be at the interview room at 8:15am. Not a good idea since I'm extremely cranky if I don't eat a cuban/meatball sub/can of chefboyardee early in the morning. Am starving and losing my mind. First two interviews were like night/day. Extremely different**. Break for lunch and run over to the taco bus to gets me some of the best tacos in town. Had no time to study and*** have to run back and interview some more. Didn't finish the interviews until 4:50pm. The VP of our segment called us to get our feedback on the people we intervied. Didn't get out of that until 5:30pm. Did I mention my final was today? Yeah. Run over to skool's cafeteria and get with the other students there. We're all trying to study but it's hard since the teacher gave us this chapter in two weeks, and he wasn't even in skool two of those days(two day a week class). Did I mention that he won't answer any questions directly? Like, if I don't understand question five and ask him to explain....He will look at me and say: if it makes you feel better, put what you want there.WTH?**** All of us dumb students try to figure out how to do things. We finally figure out how to work things out then we have to rush over to the class.

Test was eeeeesseee. Was more of what I would expect a 5 year old to do. I better get an A in it or I'll put flaming bags of poo in his house.

*got a cold sore right in the middle of my lips. I've never even seen one that wasn't at the corners of the lips, let alone in the middle. It's HUGE.

**Tip for all you job seekers: if you're being interviewed and someone asks you a question, don't be all huffy and say: "I believe we already covered that already" when A)we haven't. and B) we're interviewing you not the other way around. Be a professional already and answer the darn question. Also, vague answers don't quite cut it. Be prepared to back up what you have on your resume with specific detailed answers. And don't say that you don't want to be a "road warrior" when you know full well that the position YOU applied for requires 15-30% unexpected travel. On eye contact: don't assume that one person is the main decision maker and only speak to that person when other people are asking you a question. Also, panel interviews mean that everyone on the panel will make a decision, not just the one person you single out to the point of ignoring others.

***Got a soda out of the electric cooler thing. When I opened it, it fizzled all over the place. Thank goodness that I was next to a trash can. What didn't fizzle out, was frozen. People, stop turning the temperature in the cooler thing all the way down. You have exploded several cans of soda already. Grow up.

****what the heck.

UPDATE: Also, if your interview is at say, 10am. Please do NOT show up at the jobsite at 7:30AM! I mean, seriously! What are you expecting, that we take you before everyone else? Be a professional about it. What irks me most is that this person was (since she's not even going on to the second round of interviews) applying for an HR Director of the Americas Region position. The kind of thing that you need to be a professional and that you make way more than six figures. NOT the kind of job you get at your local Mickey D's. Act like an adult and not an impetulent child.

I have to come out and say it. I can't hide it any longer and besides, Katie's been wanting to laugh and point fingers at me.

My mother is an addict. Not illegal drugs, mind you. She's addicted to prescription pills. It's disgusting, really. Her nightstand is full of Tylenol PM, Excedrin, Nyquil, Fioricet, and a whole host of other stuff that I can't pronounce much less spell. She excuses herself saying that she suffers from migraines to take her medicine, but it's not true. There's nothing mores icky nasty than having your mother call you and try to talk to you all highey. You can't understand a word she says. Thankfully, I don't live anywhere near her so I don't have to put up with it. But my brothers are still living at home, the youngest one being like 8 or so. And they have to live with it. I wish that I could bring them to live with me to save them from their living conditions but I can't afford to have them with me, and we don't have a very large house that we can put up three kids (two of them teens) in it.

Okay, so I had this job where I monitored court proceedings. It was actually fun, me being the nosy nelly that I am and all. And since most of everything I saw and heard is public record I can talk about it. Except the other stuff, the juicy things. Those I can't really talk about (although they never told me not to, I just figure that since the transcripts are not available to the public, that I can't talk about it). Of course, that only means Katie's curiosity has been sparked.
FYI when you first go to court to get a restraining order, you initially get a 30 day emergency one. You have to show up in court to get it to be made permanent (usually 12 months). If during the time that either the temporary or permanent restraining orders are in effect the other person breaks contact (even by calling the other person), they can go to jail from anywhere between 1-12 months depending on severity of offense. But first they have to go in front of the Judge and explain why they broke the restraining order.

Anyways, we had this case in domestic violence court (that's where all the injunctions or restraining orders are done). This woman was at a family BBQ. There were only 2 rack of ribs for everyone there to share. There were about 17 people at the BBQ. The woman in question took 1/2 a rack for herself, another woman didn't think it was right. A fight ensued, they ended up putting restraining orders against each other.

This other woman, she got a restraining order against her ex husband and it was made permanent. She later called the police and said that the ex came and beat her up. She was in pretty bad shape. Bruises, torn clothing, pulled hair, furniture all over the place, broken things, you name it. It looked like the guy did a pretty good job of getting the woman. The judge issued a Warrant for the guy's arrest and then when their court date came up, all poop hit the fan. The guy had been saying from the beginning that the woman was lying (don't all wife beaters say that?) but he could never prove it. This time he told the judge that he had solid proof that he did not do anything to the woman. The judge, curiously asked what kind of proof. I mean, this couple had been in front of him several times already and all. The guy said, and this is where it gets good. He said, I was picked up for drunk driving about 2 hours before the incident. I was sitting in jail when I supposedly beat her up. The woman, could not come up with an answer to that and it was determined by the judge that the woman beat herself up just to get back at the guy. Talk about bad blood huh? I don't remember exactly what the judge did, I know that he terminated the injunction against the man but made one against the woman. He also either jailed or fined the woman for lying to the court. The judge liked to retell this story to all the couples that came in front of him to show the spiteful mean spirited women that they could not lie because they would be found out. Katie, what do you think?

So I just came back from our company's Teambuilding meeting. It's something quite cute that they came up with to get every department to work together. So far, we have gone to Gameworks (adult chuckecheese), Laser tag arena, and today we did a murder mistery thing. It was very much so like Clue except I actually understood what people said and guessed right at the murderer. Because of that I won a hat. Not just any hat, an island girl hat. I look like I should have some too short long pants, a white beater, and be barefoot climbing a coconut tree. S'okay though, I won. That's all that counts!

Katie, the one about the eggs is for you.

Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, "I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent." "Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back. "I'm so tired of chardonay."

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A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. "Careful," he said, "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!" The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?" The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."

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Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army. On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair. On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth. On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.

Anyone want the rest of my vicodin? Am not sure I want to finish the whole bottle. Is making me very loopy. But seriously folks, am glad I never did drugs because I don't like the high I'm getting off the medicine. Not sure what the big deal is, maybe because it aint pot or something like that. Maybe illegal drugs give you a better buzz feeling. All I know is that I don't like it. Am kinda fond of my braincells.

I heard The Kid on Saturday counting. By himself. Oh the joys of motherhood when I learned that The Kid was not daft were superceded by the fact that I did not teach him that. It sucks to learn that your child is being taught something educational outside of you. I wanted to teach him to count, but I didn't teach him to count. Although, if he confuses the three with wheee....does it count? He clearly says wheee and not three (whee being his brand new most favorite word in the whole world with the exception of No! Which is by far the best word).

I don't think Katie realized what my point was in that post. My point wasn't so much to make fun and point and stare at what them kids was doing (although it was fun to do so). No, my point was more on the lines of the fact that the girl in question (paris hilton wannabe)is twelve years old. Not 20, not 15, not even 14. She's 12. What kind of mother allows and buys their child vagina baring skirts? Seriously, what kind of mother? I'm not trying to imply that you keep your child dressed like a pentecostal woman (I can say that because I used to be one, and am/have been friends with many of them), I just think that children should be children. This brings me back to something I saw at a family fair. A girl, couldn't have been more than two, was wearing a teeeny tiny belly baring shirt. Not the cutesey kind that just shows the belly. The womanly kind that ties and ends just beneath the breasts (with the long sleeves, gotta have the long sleeves). This girl was wearing diapers and she was dressed "sexy". Since when do children have to be sexy???@@!!! Especially in Florida, where sex offenders outnumber you two to one. Currently there are 153 of those perverts in a two mile radius from my house. And those are only the registered ones. Don't even go into all the crazies that have not been charged/found out about yet.

The point is, children in this country are at an ever growing threat of being molested/abused/touched and by sexualizing them, we ain't helping any. Whatever happened to good old children's clothing? I walk by the girls section at the local hellmart and all I see is rows upon rows of ultra minis, high heels (for toddlers nonetheless. Don't they have to learn how to walk first?) and clothing that would look sexy on someone with boobs.

I'm concerned about how these girls that are taught body image from an even earlier age than we were will end up in the future. As we can see with the paris hilton wannabe (I only say that because she may or may not be chockfull of diseases and she may or may not know how to write), she's heading down a bad path. Who, do you think told her that if you wear a cleavage revealing shirt (she does not have cleavage, that's the sad part) you shouldn't pair it with a mini. Who told her that it's not okay to ditch skool to go partying with a guy that's old enough to drink. Who, upon seeing what she was wearing, sent her back to her room to wear something decent? No one, that's who. And that is her problem. Does the blame lay on the girl for her attitude and easy ways, or on her parents for turning her into what she is? Will Teresa tell Ethan that he's the real father of Little Ethan? Will she ditch Ethan to be with Jared? Will Fancy discover who the rapist was? Will Sheridon finally stop getting in between Luis and Fancy?...

Got you with the title didn't I? It was a beautiful church service. Pastor was preaching and Translator Girl was translating... Somebody decided that they just couldn't hold off anymore and started making out with their girlfriend. Now, let me just say that maybe, just maybe this someone is my nephew and that he is 14 years old. And that maybe, just maybe this girl is 12 years old (although she is *mature* for her age). And by *mature* I mean that she has said in the middle of church that "all the girls hate her because they think she steals their boyfriends, but it ain't my fault that their boyfriends like me" and that by *their boyfriends like me* I mean that she's told ADULT women at church that they're lucky they're married because she would so totally take their husbands from them. And by husbands I mean men twice her age...

But I digress. Let's just say that maybe, just maybe the kisses were so wet, that someone had to wipe the spit off of the girl's cheeks. Now remember that this is inside the temple while the pastor is preaching. And that the parents of one of these hooligans are sitting three, maybe four seats away. And that the father said he didn't see such a thing. And did I mention that this girl wears bandeau minis so short she can't sit down? My goodness, not even when I was at my hoochiest I wore things that short. It's scandalous, it deserves a stoning of sorts. Okay, I admit it. I've been hankering for a good old fashioned stoning for a while and if there ever was a situation that warranted it, this was it.

I don't like to talk about people but, when you're seen licking the inside of someone's ear at church you're pretty much up for grabs. Now, not many people saw this happening and the pastor didn't call them out in the middle of service. They weren't told, but I'm pretty sure that if they ever try that again, someone's gonna grab the microphone and point them to the happy couple.

Ew. What kind of person liplocks in church? Even when I was all about making out with guys in different, exotic places (like under the pier in Myrtle Beach. Or the Firehouse with a fireman. Or maybe a motorcycle) I still respected churches. I mean, you don't want God to strike you down and smite you.

Now I'm curious, would you ever make out in a church? Let me know in the comments section or write in your post and let me know.

After much thought and consideration, I have decided to postpone my becoming a GAL. This is because I already have a lot on my plate and am not sure how much of my time being a Officer for PTK will take. As of last semester, I only had Thursdays and Mondays evenings free. The other evenings were split between skool and church, most of the weekend was also spent at skool which left little time for the cleaning and such. I will wait until the semester is on its way to see if I will be able to handle all things or if I need to wait until August (that's when I will be allowed to QUIT WORKING!!!!! YAY!!! So that I can go to skool full time and focus only on that! Yay! Only five more years of this skool crap to go!) when skool starts. I do believe that being a GAL is something that I have to do. Someone must speak on behalf of those children and watch out for their best interest. I just don't think that I will be able to do right by the children if I can't even get my personal life in order, you know what I mean? Either way, I will be one this year and will (hopefully) be able to help children in The Bay area. Thank you for your pattings, I was in need of appreciation and love. Don't worry, they won't go unused or abused.

*Also, as you may have already noticed; I have started using the Pay Per Post thing. I will have to do some of their postings because I am in dire need of dinero and the bills ain't gonna pay themselves.

I got this emailed to me at work and thought it'd be easier to just post it here for all of ya'll.

You know you are living in 2006 when......

1. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell
phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the
groceries.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in
years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your
family of three.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to
you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and
family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You accidentally enter your password on the
microwave.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the
bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you
didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your
life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go
and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before
getting your coffee.

11. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

12. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going
to forward this message.

13. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this
list.

14. You actually scrolled back up to check that there
wasn't a #9 on this list.

AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

Go on, forward this to your friends. You know you want
to!! And Yes, I was laughing and I did scroll back to
see that there wasn't a #9

~Katie, you are more than welcome to STEAL this one. You CAN have your cake and eat it too! Go! I don't want it, you touched it already!

Yeah, well. I do believe that Jesus came as a baby and that he died in the cross for me. I do believe that Christ came back on the third day but I don't believe in this "christmas" thing that is celebrated at this time of year. Why? Well, first of all I believe in logic and reason and things just don't add up.

Don't be offended, please. God forbid I lose my 3.5 commenters. The thing is that there are so many things that don't add up regarding this holiday that I can't follow. No where in The Bible does it say that Jesus was born on December 25, yet people act as if it's his actual birthday. If you read The Bible closely, logic and reason show that he was actually born in the fall. Why? Because the angels announced it to the shepherds tending the sheep. It gets cold in Israel during wintertime so it rules that season out. There was a census going on at that time. In those times, eveverything rose and fell according to the harvest. That means that until all the crops were harvested no farmer wanting to live through the winter would've left his field. Yet there were so many people in Bethlehem that there was no available room. This leaves out summer and early fall. It couldn't have happened in the springtime because it's planting season, and once again the farmers wouldn't have been able to leave their land. People really lived off the land during that time for sustenance and profit. It wouldn't have been economically motivating for the Roman rulers to order something that would eventually affect the amount of money they received from the Jews.

This leaves mid to late fall as the only possible time. Now, the wise men. The Bible doesn't say how many there were nor how long it took them to get to Jesus and his mother. The Bible does say that they were come into the house. If they had found Jesus right where he was born, it would've said barn. It also says that right after they left Joseph was told to leave Israel. This is when Herod killed all young children less than two years old. "according to the time which he had diligently enquired of the wise men." He wouldn't have had a need to kill all two year olds if there had been no time passed between the birth of Jesus and the time the wise men showed up in front of Jesus. Also I know that the Catholic church first had about 20, then 2 then 3 wise men. They even named them. There are no names in The Bible for them.

I have to go back to work, but this is my little rant of the day. Don't get me wrong, I just have a problem with something that maybe started out as a good thing but has now become completely commercialized. Christmas is about satisfiying the ego. How many presents did I get? How good were they? How many did I give? Give me, give me, gimme. That's all there is to it nowadays. It's nothing more than a marketing scheme. I choose to get presents and give them if there's a secret angel thing going on at my job. I choose to pick a card off the angel tree and give presents to a needy child. I don't ban christmas music. I don't go to the company christmas party. But who wants to spend more time than necessary with the crazies at my job? I hope that you're not offended by my not wanting to celebrate this time of the year just as I'm not offended by your wanting to celebrate it.

Friday I had a Katie moment*. It was the birthday celebration of one of my coworkers and she had a huge cookie cake. Those are delicious. Of course, my office mate had to take a piece for one of the secretaries, and OF COURSE she had to LEAVE me ALONE with the cake. I tell you, I literally caught myself a couple of times with my hand just inches from the cake ready to take a bite. It was TORTURE, internet. I could hear the cookie calling my name. My belly was trying to take over..I couldn't resist. I had im'd the girl and told her to come get it fast...She was taking her time. I had to bring it to her to stop me from taking the cake. The funny thing was, after I brought it to her I got another piece for myself and didn't eat it. It went to waste. Bad, bad me.

**by Katie moment I don't mean something she would do, I mean something that would probly happen to me anytime that I'm in Katie's presence. She definitely brought my cavewoman-ish instincts out. Memories of us grunting while eating chinese in the living room are still fresh. I will never look at a pupu plater the same way again.

***Oh yeah, we've all been able to tell that Katie is Morgana and that she is a dork. A cute, lovable dork; but a dork nonetheless. Also, she smells like peas.