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Do you have a good one? When you look in the mirror, do you see nothing but flaws?
I had a poor one for many a year thanks to my father and I see it happening in one of my students. Her father is saying she's getting FAT.
Michelle is far from fat. She's growing up and has some great curves. She's not a little girl any more and does not have the figure of one. I think her father is freaking out that his daughter looks as good as she does. Let's keep telling her she's fat and ruin her self esteem!
It infuriates me now to look at the pictures from my youth. I was NOT fat. I was 5'10 at 12 years old, I had boobs and I had curves.
Fathers, better watch out what comes out of your mouths. You want your kid ending up with a eating disorder? Do you want your little princess picking fucktard boyfriends that treat them like shit because the girls think they are too fat and have low self esteem?
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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006
COOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
I lifted this quiz from Leslie over at the Omnibus. Your past life diagnosis: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Alaska around the year 825. Your profession was that of a handicraftsman or mechanic. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Seeker of truth and wisdom. You could have seen your future lives. Others perceived you as an idealist illuminating path to future. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: You fulfill your lesson by helping old folks and children. You came to this life to learn to care about the weak and the helpless. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you remember now? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INTERESTING........ This is Pudd'ns Your past life diagnosis: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern South New Zealand around the year 1150. Your profession was that of a writer, dramatist or organiser of rituals. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your brief psychological profile in your past life: You had the mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Your environment often misunderstood you, but respected your knowledge. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Magic is everywhere around you, even in the most usual, most ordinary situations. Your lesson is to understand this magic and to help other people to see it, too. You are a magician! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you remember now? Go check out who YOU used to be
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Well I'm back on for now.
Dell customer serivce SUCKS. I called this morning to check on the status of my computer getting repaird. The fucktard on the other end ASSURED me that it was going to be fixed TODAY at 6pm. Then I get a message from the NEW tech repairman (guess my alter scared the shit out of the bible thumper non speaking tech I got last week) telling me that the part I needed was NOT in and might not even be in tomorrow too! HOT DAMN! Fuckers. At least this new tech speaks plain English.
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 Spring is DEFINITLY here in So. Calif, this is how full my curry comb got after just a few swipes on Kip. Its REALLY fun when those hairs get stuck on your lips when you are wearing chapstick. 
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Saturday, February 25, 2006
DIDJA MISS ME?
Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm at the library using their computer. My FOUR month old Dell computer took a crap on me. I thought it was the fan, called, got a tech out (that could barely speak a lick of English). He replaced the fan and the computer was still making the noise. He said it was the power source and he'd call in the part and come back yesterday at the same time to fix it. Well, by 4pm no one has showed up or called. I call the dispatch, it's a bogus number that leads to no where. I call tech support. The guy gives me a another number to call, I do and I hear: "Hey big boy, ready for some fun?" WHAT THE FUCK?!? I call again, same response on the other end. The fucktard gave me a PHONE SEX NUMBER!! I called tech support back and amazingly got the same guy. Me: Hey John, this is Mrs. Daley, you gave me the number to a sex hot line John: I did? I'm sorry did you dial blah blah blah Me: NO, that is NOT the number you gave me John: ok, try this number then Me: This better be the correct one John, I"m NOT in the mood to be fucked with! Of course it was not the number I needed. After a 1/2 hour of calling different numbers I was LIVID. Then they tell me that yes the part is in and they will install it next business day. It's Friday, so of course it won't be until Mon or Tues. I lit in to the guy about that too. A four fucking month old computer should NOT need parts to be replaced. So I'm with out a computer until some time next week. The night started out so good too, Sandy from over at the Pea Patch gave me a call and we talked for a while. Looks like I'll be meeting Paul (it's not with in me to be slient) this fall when Spaz and I take the road trip up to my brother's wedding. Well everyone have a good weekend. I'm going to try and catch up on blog stuff before my 1 hour is up here. Later.
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Hello, this is Aussie... Ms Maeve is without a computer for a few days... please leave a message after the beep... thanks
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
WHAT IS IT WITH SOME PEOPLE?!?
I'm sitting here blog surfing while Steve is channel surfing. He stops on CNN (I think) and the news caster starts talking about a mother that killed her 10 mth old daughter by CUTTING HER ARMS OFF. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? I didn't get to hear the rest because Steve quickly changed the channel, he can't stand hearing that shit just as much as me. It bogels my mind that people are so cruel to children. Good God, this is your flesh and blood! They are truly miricles and a gift from heaven! They love fully and unconditionally. HOW can you abuse them? I read the horror stories of some of my blog friends about their mothers and I want to puke. I want to beat the shit out of those so called mothers. Goddamn people, you don't want kids then shut your fucking legs or get yourself sterilized.
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SOME ONE 'SPLAIN THIS TO ME........
For what ever reason, when the Goat puppy gets pissy, he chews of something of MINE. He can just as easily get to something of Pudd'ns or Steve's slippers. It's always MY shit that damn dog tears up. He's grabbed stuff off of my alter and got on top of the dining room table to get my tube of lipstick. I guess I'm lucky he does not dig through the laundry any more to get to my chonies to chew the crotch out of them. Fucker.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006
I had a great ride on Kip today, he's shedding like a S.O.B.
On my way home I see my husband and some coworkers on the side of the road doing some work. I pull over and holler: Me: Hey good looking, want to come home with me? Carlos (his boss): Lady you need your eyes checked if you think he's good looking. Me: I wasn't talking to him Sugar, I was talking to YOU. This got a good laugh out of every one. I hung out and shot the shit with Carlos and the others. Before Pudd'n was born I used to work for the same cable company. I was the only female in the warehouse. I felt like I was Jane Goodall doing a study on primates with all those men around. It was pretty funny. One of my favorite guys was Ralph. He too worked in the ware house and he was a fellow Michigander like myself. He was tall, bald, blue eyes and a pale complextion. It was great to embarass him because he'd get ALL red. He also swore more than I did. Every other word was Goddamn it or Fuck. The crazy fuck also rode the fork lift while smoking.........the fork lift had a gas leak. Any way, one day while driving around we see Ralphie at a job site, he's no longer in the ware house, he's out in the field. So Steve pulls up to the job where Ralph is walking to, I yell out: "HEY! NO FAGS ALLOWED ON THE CONSTRUCTION SITE!!!!" All these big burly men turn around to see what is going on. Ralph does a slow turn and I can see he's blushing. His whole head is red and I'm rolling with laughter. I miss working with him.
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Monday, February 20, 2006
Well, as usual, for what ever fucking reason. My computer does not cut and paste these quiz's properly any more. If you go over to The Random Think, he'll have the link to click on so you too can find out what Goddess you are.
Youre the Goddess of Fire. You will be drawn to hot colors and dramatic fashions as an expression of your vibrant personality. Stimulating and charismatic, you are often the life of the party. You are a huge party person and love to have fun. People love you for: Your awesome personality and the fact that you know how to get rid of those hangovers from last nights bash. ; )
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I lifted this from Eric over at Straight White Guy.
20 things about moi! 1. What is your best memory?: The day my son was born. 2. Most terrible day?: The day he was diagnosed with Autism. 3. What is your birth city?: Ann Arbor 4. Favorite thing to do?: Go horseback riding. 5. City I want to visit most and why: Any of them in Ireland. It's the "mother" country, I must go! 6.Who is your Hollywood crush?: Johnny Depp 7. What is your favorite food: Mexican or men covered in chocolate. 8. What dream or fantasy do you want to come true?: For my son to emerge from his Autism and lead a normal life. 9. What is your favorite sport?: Duh......hockey. 10. How long have you been married?: 13 years this Oct 11. What is your favorite song and why?: Oh hell, too many to pick from. 12. Who do you admire?: My mother. 13. Who do you hate and why?: I hate any one that abuses children and animals. 14. Who is your secret crush?: If I told you, it would not be a secret now would it? 15. 1-2 rules to live by?: Be kind unto others and don't litter. 16.Do you believe in God?: Yes, I believe in MANY Gods....and Goddess' 17. Do you have a dark seceret?: Yes. 18. What is your most treasured item?: My son. 19. If you could turn back time, what would you do?: I would of gone back to when I had that stupid, dumb ass cunt of an HMO Dr. I would not of listened to her adivice of "oh let's wait and see, boys develope slower" I KNEW something was wrong with Pudd'n, I didn't know what it was though. 20. What kind of work do you do and do you like it?: I am a teacher's aid for R.S.P English during the day. I LOVE it! I also waitress/bartend at nights. That's ok too, money is decent, but I'd rather be at home at nights with my boys.
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FUCKING SCUM BAGS........
I seriously hate some of the people in the neighborhood. I hate the fuckers that let their dogs run all over the place to shit on the sidewalks and your yard. I hate the fucktards that litter. We have trash cans all over the damn place, is it THAT fucking hard to walk the extra few feet and throw that dirty diaper in the trash? Some fuckwad actually put a MATRESS out at the entrance to our complex. All you have to do ass wipe is to call the trash company, you get 2 bulky items pick up per year. Besides the fact I know you or the other 12 fucking people that live with you has a pick up truck. I see your damn trucks every where and were only 15 min from the dump. Show some pride in your neighborhood, this isn't fucking Tia Juana. Sure is looking like it real quick though.
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Sunday, February 19, 2006
*Note to self, don't EVER piss off Stevie at Caught in the Crossfire................
That girl is WICKED with the photo shopping. Holy shit is all I gotta say. BUH HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA
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Went shopping today after taking Pudd'n to see "the mouse" and eat cardboard tasting pizza.
By the time we were done at Kohl's, he was having a wee bit of a melt down. Pudd'n didn't want to wear his jacket and he was making sure every one around him know it. The guy behind me made a smarmy remark and I lit in to him with both barrels. I'm tired of the stares and crap. This guy made the wrong remark to the wrong mother. I looked at him, gave him the look of death and said: He has Autism, it is a neurological brain disorder smarmy man: uh, oh sorry, uh didn't know Me: yeah, he LOOKS normal, but he isn't. My son can't talk amonst the other things he can't do like NORMAL people. I paid for my items and left.
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And for another on line friend (Stevie over at Caught in the Crossfire) who's brother is in the Marines and in Iraq.
UFCUSMC at Yahoo dot com Now don't do what I did. I just copied and pasted the addy. Yeah, I got it back and I'm shocked the note didn't say "hey dumbass! write out the email addy properly!". Stevie did not want her brother to get spammed with crap. So if you have some time, please email some brave young men. Thank you.
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Saturday, February 18, 2006
I've swiped this from Kelly over at Mom is Nutz. If you could just drop this fine young man an email, I'm sure it would help lift his spirits.
YEP...BELIEVE IT OR NOT...I HAVE A FAVOR TO ASK OF Y'ALL!! Saturday, February 18, 2006 The hubster and eldest spawn are off camping this weekend with some friends of ours. Guys weekend out...they do this often, however...this one is really special to them all. Why? Because, Mikey, errr....Michael...hell no...he's Mikey, is in town on leave. Mikey's 19 years old, a helluva Marine and headed to Iraq in the next 2 weeks. It's been a back and forth thing, never any definite orders, until now. He's ready to go, he's willing to fight, however, he's nervous. Who wouldn't be? Iraq and Effingham County aren't really similar at all! Anyway, I would really, really, from the bottom of my heart appreciate you sending any sort of message (not an f-ed up you're dying for nothing one, nice ones) to give to him before he leaves. He's a great kid, and I really appreciate him and those like him who are willing to protect our ass. No matter how you feel about the war, how many 19 year olds that you know would head over there? If you pray, tell him, if you feel thankful, tell him, if you wish him Godspeed - tell him. If you have military advice or are a veteran, depart some of that wisdom. Please send it to me at: writing4areason@aol.com and I will be sure to print it out and give it to him. Sometimes ya just gotta let someone know you appreciate them having your back!! Semper Fi!! (and if you want to send this on...please do...the more the merrier!!) If you don't want to leave your full name or whatever....leave your blog addy, or whatever...please let me know where you are from....so he can see it ain't just us Gawja crackers wishing him well!!
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WAITING..........
Loved the movie! I laughed my ass off. Steve enjoyed it too, he used to be a pizza cook for his Uncle Tony's place. Watching it brought back memories of my very first waitressing job at Bill Knapps. Ah the bright yellow uniforms with little white aprons and white nursing shoes. I wore lacy bras and a garter belt under that ugly yellow thing. Oh yeah, I was 16 years old too. My favorite scenes of the movie is when Monty was having dinner with his mother and my most FAVORITE scene is the "bitter" waitress and the dish washer. I had tears streaming down my face on that one. Babs said the "bitter" waitress was me in a shorter version. She only said that because "fuck" came out of the bitter waitress' mouth every other second.
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Friday, February 17, 2006
What a day!
I slept in until 6:30 am, yes, that is sleeping in at this house. As I drag my ass on to the treadmill, I turn on the tv and go straight to the "on demand" section. I can choose from movies or series and watch to my heart's content. I've been watching Sex & the City while on the treadmill, makes it more bearable. Well I'm looking forward to a good hour on the dreaded thing since I don't have to rush out the door. Well the damn "on demand" was having problems and I could not get it to load up and watch anything. Ok, fine, I'll just do a 1/2 hour and go horseback riding. After I'm done I check my email. Turns out the little flea market where I would be selling my wares fell through. So I'm bummed about that. I then went down to the stables, got Kip all ready and went to go get his saddle. Now some time back some one stole the girth off of it. Gail said she replaced it and the saddle is now in a different location. I went to the locker and opened it. No saddle. FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! Some other saddle was there and it was NOT Kip's. I said "fuck it", grabbed it and went riding. The saddle did not fit properly, so I did not go over a fast trot. I had a nice ride and made it home in enough time to shower before my hair appointment. Slappy #1's wife is in the states taking over for a friend on maternity leave. I'm happy as a pig in shit because Slappy #1's wife is an AWESOME hair dresser and I was very bitter when they moved to Italy. We catch up on the gossip and I inform her what a nut job Slappy #2 is. She then informs me she's divorcing Slappy #1. That threw me for a loop. Here she gave up a great career and a home that SHE bought years before marrying Slappy. Apparently Slappy has some issues and moving back to Italy did not improve him at all. Then while cooking dinner the phone rings. It is a long ago friend from my childhood I had not spoken to in ages. We are merrily chatting along when call waiting beeps. It is my "Evil Auntie" call from Michigan too. I click over and tell her I'll ring her right back. Then while talking to Evil Auntie the line beeps again. This time it is my mom. Goddamn! No one ever calls me and now I'm getting bombarded! Now it is time to relax, got a movie that the lovely Sandy recommended for me, I have a stiff drink poured, the candles are lit and now it is time for a nice weekend.
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Thursday, February 16, 2006
HOT DAMN!
Last month my mother in law gave me a saphire & diamond ring. Ok, it's all "created" stuff, but it sure looks nice. She got it from a local jewler, so from a distance it looks real. Any way, it was too small for my ring finger and too big for my pinky (not that I am a fan of pinky rings). Well I put it in my jewlery box with hopes I'd get off my ever expanding ass and do something about my weight. Tonight I put the ring on and it slid easily on!!! I can't stop looking at it! I am thrilled beyond belief. I've also been noticing my waist is coming back too. Yeah baby Yeah!
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Wednesday, February 15, 2006
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Whoooooohoooooooo!
I got me some days off! I thought we just had Monday off for the holiday. Turns out we have this Friday, Monday AND Tuesday off!!! I'm getting my fine Celtic ass on a horse for sure!! It's finally cold out, yeah I'm a freak of nature. I ENJOY the cold. We might even get some rain this weekend.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
We were swamped at work tonight of course. I'm fucking whipped!
I got home, showered, mixed a stiff drink and made it in time to watch my favorite group in the Westminster dog show. The hearding group. They had a blue merel just like my Jack in the group. If Jack were still alive, he'd be 13 years old today. What was really ironic is that Goat puppy saw the "Jack dog" on the tube and he went up and stuck his nose to the screen. He's NEVER done that before. Goat puppy misses Jack just as much as I do. If you'll excuse me now, I think I'll go cry in my scotch..........
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 Nothing says love more than a purple rose (my favorite colored rose), a bottle of whiskey and a subscription to Hockey Times magazine. Does my man know me or what?
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Monday, February 13, 2006
My phone call with Pudd'ns principal went well. They are getting an extra aid in the class and they brought the parents in of the cujo child to discuss what measures they need to take to get their little darling some extra help. I know the child. Pudd'n has "grown" up with him. For what ever reason cujo has been class hopping all through the district and county programs. I feel for the parents, I truly do. But when it comes to MY kid's safty, screw it. I don't care who the fuck you are. Get your kid under control, get him the extra meds or what ever he needs to get his behaviour under control.
My own students needed a good kick in the ass today. No wonder I drink! LOL! Seriously, they are good kids and I adore them all. They are just typical teenagers that just love to argue and push your buttons. I've got Steve's cake baked, it smells so yummay! I do make a damn good carrot cake (no raisins per birthday boy). I've also made cup cakes for Pudd'ns class. My own class will be getting 2 kinds of brownies and if I'm not too tired I might even whip up some cookies. We'll just see how generous Ms. Maeve is feeling.
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Sunday, February 12, 2006  I was originally going to go with this photo for my business cards, but of course could not find it on the web site when I wanted it.
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Pudd'ns face has healed nicely. It turned out to thankfully be only one scratch on his cheek and not very deep. There was a small one too on his neck. I'm lucky there was a table between them. I'm looking forward to my phone call with the principal tomorrow, at least I'm a wee bit calmer now. Just a bit.
I still can't get over this weather. It is summer and we had no winter what so ever. Yeah, I know I shouldn't bitch, but we've already had our first major fire out here. We were finally able to go and see our friend Rita that does Reiki on Pudd'n. We take the 241 toll road to her house and it was closed all last week to battle a fire that was raging out there. The hills are now blackened and the smell was awful, it was so depressing driving by all that distruction. I made it down to L.D's place, she is closing her clothing store and moving her other store, the Leaky Cauldron up to where the clothing store was. Not enough business for both spots. I got some nice skirts and a shawl for 50% off. OOOOOO Lovely, my less than a year old computer is now making funky noises. Just fucking great.
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Saturday, February 11, 2006
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Lets hope today ends better than yesterday.
I had a great day. Kids at school were great, Steve ran errands for me, Babs came over and we had plans to go to a drumming circle. Steve said he'd go to the bank and pick up Pudd'n for me. Via the ride home Steve calls and informs me that another student attacked my son. Scratched Pudd'ns face. Some of the students in Pudd'ns class have behavioral problems and my son is always the target because he does not fight back. This child jumped up from his seat, knocked over two chairs and dove for my kid. I was LIVED to say the least. There was another damn sub in the fucking room. Pudd'n has lost his teacher and one of her aids because they both got pregnant. They have gotten a long term sub for the teacher, but the sub got sick and had to call in a sub. Fuck. The aids always seem to be out too and at the end of the day when I pick Pudd'n up, all I see is chaos in the room. Of course the damn principle wasn't there, he was at some off sight meeting and wont be back until Monday. He'd better have some damn good answers for me on what the hell we are going to do to keep MY kid safe.
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Friday, February 10, 2006
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Thursday, February 09, 2006
Babs came over last night and I roped her in to helping me with building a web site. As we were (drunkinly) putting everything together, she said
"Oh, did you ever see that special file with pictures that I made for you?". Nope, no clue. I'm a 'tard when it comes to this shit. So she brings up the file and two of the pictures you see below are just a sample of what fun Babs had one night when I fell asleep trying to get Pudd'n to bed. So now I have a web page and by tonight I'll be having me some business cards to pass out. Hockey is on again too tonight! Hot Damn! My boys did some serious ass spanking last night. 5-0 Yeah baby! I even got to see Shanny with his shirt off *drool*. They did some brief interview in the locker room and yuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy. |
