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Random things that pass thru my sometimes crazy life and mind.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Tag Shmag

I have been tagged by Mom (Sandy) of Myanderings to reveal 7 random things about myself.

1. Something that has just been revealed to me....i am a celibate slut. I say this because of the misconception that i engage in "relationships" with numerous other wise attached people.

2. I am colorblind. Please refrain from the "what color is.......?" questions.

3. I put my socks and work boots on before i pull my uniform pants up but put my "civi" pants all the way on before my socks and shoes.

4. If i thought vampires, in the Hollywood sense, were real, i would be one.

5. My dog Alex meant more to me that most people i know. He was always there for me, loved me unconditionally and never judged me.

6. I have a fear of locking my doors. i am afraid i will get "trapped" inside when someone comes to kill me

7. I love to do cryptograms.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Fun Monday - My Woobie

This weeksis brought to us by Karina and she would like to see our can't stand to be without it item.

This was a tough one for me. Before i could have said with out hesitation...MY CELL PHONE, but.....recent budget cuts in the Julie Administration have caused the culling of "luxury" expenses. Now i know some of you might not think a cell is a luxury, but a nessecity and i would have agree until weighing it against say my son's medical expenses, it lost its value.

So after much thought i couldnt say handbag because at least 63.481% of the time i forget it and i couldnt say wedding rings or other jewlery as i dont wear any, i narrowed it down to ONE item that i have on or with me ALL the time

i must have at least 30 of these and have bought at least 100. They are on or in my handbag, my rearview mirror, my cubby at work, my bathroom, livingroom, bedroom, my mother's house and i am sure there are even a few at assorted ex-boyfriends. This is my cant live without item

Monday, October 22, 2007

Fun Monday #38

This week's is being hosted by WT, he wants to see some clothing art. That's tee shirts, baseball caps, hoodies, sports uniforms or any bit of clothing that you or your kids own that has interesting, funny or artistic graphics.

Here are some of the shirt I wear often, wish i could wear and some that I have worn:

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The best laid plans.......

I worked graveyard shift last night and got off work at 8:06.

I went home, let the dog out, fed the dog, removed the 14 pieces of my uniform that I still don’t know how to work properly, and crawled into my nice, warm, flannel-sheeted, velvet-bedspreaded bed and …

The IM noise on my computer got my attention.

It was my mom. Her neighbor had called her to tell her to tell me that my retarded (not really) deaf (really) pony (not really, she’s actually a horse) had a pretty serious cut on her right front leg.

I IM’d my mom and told her I would go check it.

I did. I got out of bed, went out into the 40mph frickin’ TX panhandle winds to check the frickin’ horse.

I went to my parent’s house to go through the gate into the pasture where NV lives with 1 other horse, 2 donkeys, 2 mules, and 1 POA. My dad has rearranged the fencing so that the gate is no longer accessible from the parking lot. I went into the ‘rents’ yard and discovered that Dad has also done something to the gate that makes it not work right either so I climbed over the fence and


Into an algae something swamp and then trudged across the pasture to my horse because I cannot call her – the whole deaf thing, you know.

The other critters, who normally scatter at the mere hint of human presence, evidently decided I wasn’t human. They did not scatter. They all helped.

I looked at NV’s leg. It was cut. I tried to decide whether to call the vet for stitches or doctor it myself. I decided to clean it, disinfect it, put some antibiotics on it, bandage it, and let her heal.

I went to the store and bought the aforementioned crap including the obligatory gallon of water to clean it with. Pasture doctoring is SUCH fun!

I got back and she was no longer in the big pasture. She was in the little pasture next to Amy’s house with the POA. Awesome. I parked the pickup on the road and hopped the fence. She decided to go walkabout. I decided not to chase her.

I started petting the POA, who normally will not let you touch it. The next thing I knew, NV’s face was this )( close to mine and she was snorting her displeasure at my petting the other pony, complete with tantrum-like foot stomp.

The rest of the gang joined us and the fun ensued.

NV stood and slept. Everyone else gathered round. I got the rag and the water and started to clean.

Zeke, the gelding, stood and supervised.

One of the mules grabbed hold of the side of the rag I was not holding and proceeded to move his head in unison with the cleaning motions. His teeth were very close to my hand.

The POA stole the lid to my medical box.

The other mule licked my sunglasses.

The rest of the crew provided almost musical (braying) accompaniment, accompanied by the chorus line of squealing and kicking and you’re in my way and you can see better than I can and I was here first and you’re breathing my air.

NV stood and slept.

It was wonderful. Sort of a very rural Grey’s Anatomy – minus McDreamy. One of the horses, however, did leave me a McSteamy.

To reward my wonderful pony for being such a good girl, I searched my pickup for a treat. Aha – chocolate donut holes.

She does not like chocolate donut holes.

Zeke does.

And I get to do it all again tomorrow.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Fun Monday - The Princess and the MP

Today's assignment is from Janet. Janet wanted to know the story of how we met our significant other/spouse or anyone else who had ever been our significant other/spouse.

Ok well in order to tell my "When we met" i need to preface it with "The first time i saw him" story.

I was a newly married 18 y/o navy wife, stationed in Northern CA and my husband was deployed. I jumped in with both feet, was part of the Wive's Club, active with the Ombudsmen and any other way to embrace military life. Well at one of the first meetings after our husbands left the MP's came to talk about how to be safe home alone. In the back of the room standing looking scary and menacing was the biggest baddest man I have ever seen. He scared the crap out of me. I sure hoped I never had an occasion to need the MP's, if he came to my house in the middle of the night I would scream like a little girl. He was tall, built, all dressed in black and looked like he was just looking for someone to beat up.

Well fast forward a few months and my friend's friend had her home broken into and she had to call the MP's. My friend and i went over to lend support, its what navy wives do....lol. Well low and behold i get there and there is this investigator there talking to the victim. Whew, it wasnt him.....lol. I was standing there trying not to be in the way and i felt a tap on my shoulder "Excuse me". I turned and OMG, there he was.....still just as menacing as before. He went in spoke with the other investigator and i went outside. Shortly there after he came out and was just waiting. He started a conversation with me and in no time we were talking like we had known eachother forever. Beneath the gruff exterior was a sweet guy. It was a good thing we got to know eachother because in the coming months i really needed a friend. He ended up being that and SOOOO much more. He is and always will be the guy that saved his princess.

Me.....Karaoke.....yeah right

Your Karaoke Theme Song is "Livin' On a Prayer"

You believe the best things in life are mostly forgotten, and you're definitely more than a little nostalgic .

You're likely to still like the same foods, fashions, and music as you did when you were a teenager.

You have a knack for knowing what elements of pop culture people have missed, without them even realizing it.

It's great to remember the past, but don't forget that not everyone is as stuck in it as you are.

You might also sing: "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Rapper's Delight," and "Cherry Pie"

Stay away from people who sing: "Toxic"

Monday, October 1, 2007

A Girl of Many Shoes/Fun Monday

This weeks assignment is from Robin at Pensieve. She wanted us to write about our shoes and/or feet and what they say about us. I'm not sure what my shoes say about me - possibly that I have multiple personality disorder and a total disregard for gun safety.

I have a pair of sandals that I love. They are tall, they are leather, they are strappy, they are sexy and they just make me feel good when I wear them - you know, the hip-sashaying kind of good. Plus, at 5-9, I have height issues and must compensate. Those 3 inches sure do help out.

I wear these shoes to everything, every day that I need a boost. It doesn't matter if you should wear closed-toe shoes to an event, you can never go wrong with the shoes that make you happy; case in point - target practice. No toes were damaged in the making of this picture.

I have regulation black steel toes that I wear to work (bodily fluid resistant, also) and sneaks for watching my son's football games and riding boots (1 English and 4 Western pair) for horseback riding and the accompanying chores and slippers for in the house

but these are what I wear 90% of the time - summer, winter, rain, snow, it pretty much doesn't matter. I am a transplant from California and, while my speech is adapting, my footwear isn't. You can take the girl off the Coast, but you can't take the coast out of the girl.

Thanks for letting me play.