Paige's Deep Thoughts

As of 4:45...

2008-04-23T15:59:00.001-05:00

The Rancher!

New House!

2008-04-23T15:03:00.002-05:00

We've been house shopping!

The first house we attempted to buy was sold. The second...sold. The third we put up an offer. We got our home inspection. The house was falling down around us. We still loved it though. Due to an incompetent seller's Realtor the house fell through. One might say it was all for the best.

So here we are again...waiting to see if this offer is going to go through. I have high hopes for this one. It's a beautiful three bedroom, one and a half bath rancher.

Here's to hoping!

Making it Lovely
More Ways to Waste Time

I seem to have already started planning out the rooms.

The Green Girl

2008-02-11T15:15:00.000-06:00

Recently I have have been trying to make my life "greener". And by "greener," I mean harder. But not really. Well, maybe sorta. My husband and I have been making our own cleaning products, soaps, breads, and several different types of foods. I'm still searching for perfect recipes for this and that. I've found a pretty good chocolate muffin recipe, a good, if not flat, bread recipe, and a fairly decent soap recipe. Most, if not all, are still in the trial and error stages. We've been doing this for about two months now. I guess you could say it was part of our "new year's resolution." But not really. We are quite committed to the program however. If you call not eating processed mysteries a "program," or washing your skin in chemicals that could literally give you chemical burns. (We've been making lye soap.) It all seems to be sort of ....dare I say....fun. Of course I get the "hippie" comments frequently and whatnot, but I don't mind. I'd rather be a hippie than a mutant. :)

Visit these guys! They helped us...
The Simple Dollar
Tree Hugger
My Two Dollars

More to come...

Knoxville Craft Mafia

2008-01-28T11:00:00.000-06:00

Long time, no blog. :) It's been more than a hiatus, it's been 8 months. Shame Shame!!! Oh well.

We moved to Knoxville and I have recently joined the Knoxville Craft Mafia.

Check them out, Knoxville Craft Mafia

I did it!

2007-05-01T11:38:00.000-05:00

Well i've done it! I hope it works. For weeks now I have been creating craft projects in the hopes that I could sell the items on Etsy.com . Well, I did it! A Crafty Woman is my new store on Etsy. I hope that everyone who visits this site will stop by and see what I have to offer.

(Which isn't much because I hate everything I do. I'm sure nothing will sell and this is a complete waste of time.)

But my husband likes my stuff. My mom likes it. And that's saying a lot! haha. ;)

Seriously though, please stop by. A Crafty Woman.

Couples Dating..."Not Swingers!"

2007-04-04T15:09:00.001-05:00

For years now my husband has mentioned ideas from time to time pertaining to his "million dollar ideas." His most popular, The Bean Infuser! Basically this particular machine would infuse beans with hot sauce. "A spicy kick in every bite of bean!" He is nothing if not creative. Recently though, my husband has been pushing the "million dollar idea" of a Couples Dating Website. (Not for swingers, we're not that social!) Basically this website would be somewhat similar to Match.com or other similar 'singles' websites. Couples would put up profiles and find other couples in the area that match with their interests and 'date.'

Now, don't think that this idea is not well thought out! OHhhhhhhhh no! We've done much, much research. It wasn't until recently, however, that we truly realized just how much research we've done into this matter. I was having an innocent conversaiton with my mother about our social activities when Hubby interjected with his Couples Dating Plan. My mother was floored that we actually have 'dated' several couples. At this point in our lives, late 20 somethings with no children, we are desperate for friends and have no resource to find them.

I thought that I might share some of our more recent escapades into the wonderful world of couples dating.

Couple #1, Mr. Army and Mrs. English Major
Mr. Army was a little quiet but very friendly and he and hubby got along wonderfully. Mrs. English Major and I bonded quickly with our love of writing and many common interests. We all talked and played board games till the wee hours of the morning. We had a fantastic time. Then the question happened. "Where are you guys from?" Turns out they were headed to South Carolina and we were headed back to Alabama. We're still friends, though on an email basis. Not exactly who you call on a friday night to have a little fun.

Couple #2, Mr. Hardrock and Mrs. Workswithhubby
After our second couples dating experience we were full of hope and anxious to try again to find some more local couples to hang out with. Hubby suggested we date a woman he worked with and her husband. I was warned they were a little hard, in that they appreciated rock music and beer. I can hang with that I thought, I'll try it. We decided to have dinner at a local Indian restaurant. First impressions are sometimes wrong right? They arrived in full 80's goth/punk attire. I was dressed fairly prissy considering I was meeting new people for the first time and wanted to look nice. Opps! Who knew I should have pulled out the mohawk and torn jeans. My bad! The conversation throughout dinner was forced as she and I had nothing in common and Mr. Hardrock was highly opinionated about everything. Though the date wasn't great I agreed to give it another shot, but thank goodness that didn't happen. Mr. Hardrock didn't like us anymore than I liked them. We were dumped.

Couple #3, Mr. Pokergame and Mrs. English Major
Ahhhh. I thought I'd struck gold with these folks. They were perfect...until we got to know them. This one ended before it started. I dumped them over email.

Couple #5, Mr. and Mrs. Friendsroommates
This went so well for a period of time. That is, until I began to think about the activities on our dates. This is the "only fun when they're intoxicated" couple. Oops. Still good, extremely shy, people, just only fun to hang out with when there's nothing for them to do the next day. I think they were dumped via text message.

Couple #6, Mr. and Mrs. Coffeeshop
Yes, our lives are so pathetic that we've resorted to picking up couples at coffee shops. We've yet to date this couple. We have a semi date planned. Here's to hoping that it's better than the rest.

Update: Couple #6, NEVER CALLED US BACK!! Can you believe that!!

bloggity blog blog

2007-04-04T15:02:00.000-05:00

So I seem to have gotten out of the habit of blogging.
Maybe it's that or just that nothing terribly good has happened to blog about.

My rants:
1. Both cars died.
2. Bought a new car and couldn't get the title in our names. (I have much love for the DMV.)
3. Still no jobs for either my husband or myself.
4. We're in a lawsuit because the siding on our house is rotten. (NICE!)

So with that life goes on!

Highlights as of late:
1. I went fishing for the first and second time. I've still yet to catch a fish.
2. I tie dyed with my husband. We had some pretty cool shirts. See flickr.
3. We shaved the dog. She's much happier for some reason.
4. It's spring.

Can you say... "Hiatus" ?

2006-10-23T12:46:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I've done the whole "blogging" thing. I've been questioned by several people if I'm leaving this world behind...my answer is no. I needed a small, couple month long, hiatus.

My rational for my several month hiatus... my world crashed down around me.

I'll explain. (This is a long one and may require coffee. Go, now. I'll still be here.)

When my husband and I decided we would get married I was working at Walgreens, a drug store. I was working in a 'bad' part of town. The decision was made that I should quit that job after a phone call one night going something like, "Hi, um..Tim... Can you come get me from work? No, no my car is fine. Why do you need to come get me then? Well, I think there's a car load of guys outside waiting on me to come out. Why do I think that? Well, um...they may have come inside and asked what time I got off and if I liked to party. No, I didn't tell them YES!! They just took it upon themselves to wait on me to get off work. I don't know what they want. Well, ...well, yea...I guess I know what they want. That's why you should come get me. If you don't the manager is going to call the cops. What's that noise? Yea, that's them yelling from the door. Yea, yea they said that. No, no don't bring the baseball bat."

My husband managed to find me a "student worker" position at his place of employment in one of the departments he covered. It was great for a while. We could ride to work together, go to lunch together, I could leave for school, I had the weekends off, we were both making good money. Life was good. We got married and it was all sunshine and roses.

Then my husband was fired for sexual harrassment 6 months after we were married. WOW! And they say the first year is hard...what do 'they' know?!! (My husband blatently denies, even to this day, of his guilt in the situation.) I was working in the same department as my husband. Never a good idea. Even more horrible idea when your spouse is fired from said department. I had a choice to make. Do I continue working in this horrible situation? My answer was yes. I loved my job, I loved my coworkers, I loved the money, I loved the freedom, and I truly loved learning about my job. So, I stayed. I worked out a deal with my boss that I could finish school, do my student teaching and work on the weekends, and continue on in a full time position after I finished my student teaching and graduated school. Wonderful! Everything was working out perfectly. I would have a degree, I would have a job directly, and I would have money while my husband was unemployed and I was student teaching. GREAT!

Yea, theories are fantastic. Turns out I'm a horrible teacher. Student teaching was hell. I was placed in one of the worst schools in the county for my first assignment and was literally younger than some of my students I was teaching. I was working my ass off 10 or 12 hours a day only to come home do to lesson plans and assignments for the class I was taking along with my student teaching. Then the weekend would come. I would thank god that the week was finially over and I could rest and regain my sainity only to realize that I had to be at work, the work that actually gave me a pay check and offered bennefits...as oppose to student teaching, which I had to pay for. So, for five months I did this. Needless to say by the time it was over I was 50 pounds lighter, sick as a dog, and dead tired. BUT, I still had my job and I was excited about that. I could wait to go full time at my 'real' job and make a difference somewhere.

Student teaching finished, my husband found a job, and I went full time and graduated. Life was good again! I progressed at work, went to inservices, took on more duties and was so excited about my life and the path it was taking.

Then it all went to shit. My coworkers started meetings to which I wasn't invited. Some of my duties were revolked. I was reduced to secretarial work. I caught obnoxious comments around every corner. No explanation, no conversation, no warning. I went from exceptionally happy to miserable in the matter of a month. Here's where I should have gotten a clue and turned in my notice. I, however, was still under the impression that no matter what, even if I had to leave my place of employment, I still loved what I did and wanted to do that for the rest of my life.

Then I was fired.

Then I was bitter.

Then my car died. (Not really of any meaning, except that it was my FIRST car and I have severe emotional attatchment issues to inanimate objects.)

So, here I am. Jobless. Directionless. Aimlessly searching for my next venture. I have a degree in Education, which I don't need to use. I have three years experience in the Cancer field and no desire to continue on with that. AND...last but not least...I have an English degree. I don't EVEN know what that's good for.

My perfect situation, that I "fell" into, turned from a rose bush to just thorns. 3 years wasted. All the plans for advancement in my field, gone. Now, I have no field. I'm as free as a leaf in the wind and I hate it.

My answer to the situation... Let's Move!

My husband, in his quest for greatness, would like to get his MBA. So, we have the choice of moving further south, Tuscalusa, or moving back to Tennessee, UTK. I vote TN! We're headed to Knoxville. Just as soon as my husband can find a job there. He's been looking for a month. 5 weeks. 5 weeks, 30 applications, 5 he's heard back from. Let's hope that the "no news is good news" is key here. Hopefully in the next week he'll hear about some interviews.

I'm ready to start over. I'm ready to lose everything to have everything. Let's lose the job, the career, the car, the house, the town. Fresh start. Hopefully a better start.

I've Been Found!

2006-07-30T17:46:00.000-05:00

Everyone wave!

Hi Mom.

My mom found me. I knew it wouldn't take her long. 6 months...that's a little slow. Usually she's faster with these types of things.

Did you really think I didn't know what a blog was? Or an RSS feed? How about flickr? You really didn't think I was into that anymore?

Please. I'm a dork to the core. I'm such a dork, I married a dork.

We're internet dorks together.

I have friends on here too. :) I won't even mention that I may have been part of the "Huntsville Webloggers Meetup." We've formed a group.

Yes mom, this means I don't get out as much as I should.

But really, I mean, at least I'm not on BitTorent!

Oh, and mom... I would stop reading this. Now. The internet and I...we have a special relationship.

Mom, you stick to this.

The best flickr out there...

2006-07-13T21:50:00.000-05:00

I love this flickr set. It's so creative...for someone. The girl that takes these pictures finds graffitti around San Francisco. Don't even get me started on my love of San Francisco and the art surrounding the city. Such a creative vibe. But I love the fact that such a wonderful statement as above can be lying beside this:

My Bed, The Hotel Room...

2006-07-10T21:02:00.000-05:00

My husband and I recently found a dresser. We love our dresser. We have a wrought iron bed and side tables and were not quite sure what type of heavy duty dresser would look alright with it seeing as how we were unable to have a wrought iron dresser because of the whole "it had to hold things" idea. Driving around one day we stopped at our favorite little furniture store halfway to Athens. Much to our delight and dismay it was going out of bussiness. They had the most awesome furniture EVER! Very modern and VERY expensive. So, of course, we could never afford anything in the store. Because the store was going out of business we WERE able to afford the items. We're talking 5 or 6 piece bedroom suites for 800$. Had Hubby and I had a storage facility we would have put the entire store on our credit card and paid on it for eternity. Thank god we don't have ANY storage room!

We did, however, find a dresser. It was light wood, which I would have never thought to put with our dark black wrought iron, but it looks excellent. The dresser was 6 drawers with a 3ft mirror and wrought iron handles. Beautiful. AND......200$. We bought it. We didn't think, we bought.

We should have thought a little.

It was huge.

HUGE!

Our bedroom....small.

REALLY small.

So, hubby and I and two friends help us get this big ass dresser in our tiny bedroom and we discover that not only are we going to have to move the bed, but the bed, the end tables, the chest of drawers, the tv, the fan, and a wrought iron dvd rack.

Like I said, small, and already it was packed with stuff.

So we moved around, and around, and around.

We put the dresser against the wall, the bed under the window, the tables and either side of the bed, the chest of drawers behind the door, with the tv on top (so you couldn't see it from the outside because I hate the way tv's look in a bedroom, I know, I'm weird, whatever.) and we finished.

It looked great.

A little too good.

Ever since we moved everything around Hubby and I can't sleep.

We feel like we're in a hotel. (A hotel with crappy sheets, but a hotel all the same.)

And honestly, It looks like a hotel room. I don't know why.

It's clean, it's neat, and almost dare I say, sterile.

So, that's where we stand, or sleep.
(I know, I know...another meaningless blog entry. I try.)

I'm baaaaaaaacccccck!

2006-07-10T21:00:00.000-05:00

I haven't stopped blogging. I just took a break. I've been swamped at work, swamped at home, and going different places all over in general.
Whew!
Makes me tired just thinking about it.
Bear with me, the posts will be spaced out a little more than the THREE ENTRIES A DAY that I started out with. Man, I don't know where I got all that time.

My dog, The Graduate!

2006-06-28T09:49:00.000-05:00

(We're the ones on the right. Hubby's shirt has a picture of Coal with the words, "Daddy's Girl" underneath. That was Hubby's Father's Day present. Aren't I cute?!! hehe)

Allis's Birthday Painting

2006-06-25T21:22:00.000-05:00

I painted this weekend while Hubby was at work.

I started with a piece of plywood.Next I painted the plywood black and had this:
Then the painting began.
(Clover, as requested by Allis. *Could you possibly pick something a little more vague next time Allis, thanks.* This is her belated birthday gift. )

Next came the frame.
This is where I had to stop.
Notice how the flowers are a slightly different color in the unframed painting.
(You probably can't tell as I'm a horrible photographer as well as a painter.)
I can't stop touching it.
It needs to leave my house.
I'm seriously going to mess it up, have to paint it black and start all over.
(The frame isn't finished because Lowe's closes at 7 on Sundays, but seriously Allis, as soon as the frame is finished you better come get it. I'll be in the corner playing the 'mad' artist crying and screaming about how my art sucks and it's never good enough and how I hate everything about my paintings.)

If you actually can paint, this seems like it would be a really neat idea. The plywood gives an awesome texture and depth to the painting. I got the medium crappy plywood as to have a little more texture in the wood. The SUPREMELY crappy plywood would be way too time consuming as you have to account on the paint soaking into the plywood. The frame, that was my bright idea and unless you have an excellent concept of 45 degree angles and a proper saw, I would skip that part.

PopArtPaige

2006-06-23T16:16:00.000-05:00

Movies and Makeouts

2006-06-21T18:35:00.000-05:00

Friday night after work my husband and I ventured out to a drive-in theater we'd heard about in Boaz, AL. I had packed us up a picnic dinner with sandwhiches, veggies chips, wine, and leftover brownies. It was great. We watched the new Pixar movie Cars. Cute little movie if you haven't seen it. I would recommend it to everyone, little kids or not. I would especially recommend the sex scene right in the middle of the movie. It was HOT!

What's that you say? "No sex scenes in Pixar movies!"

Well, there's a trick to it you see.

First you have to be drinking a ~~bottle~~ glass of wine while watching the movie very intently during the cat and mouse driving scene between the Racecar and the Porshe. Next you have to turn the volume wayyyyyyyyyyy up so you can hear their wonderful engines purring. Then you have to accidentally lay your hand on the "play" button on your steering wheel. This of course turns the cd in your car stero on, which happened to be Secret Machines, the last song on the albumn. (For those of you who don't know, which you should, it is a ballad about a 'whore' type girl with the majority of the first of the song being lyrical.) If you time it just right the music picks up speed right about the time the two cars sneak off into a garage and start tapping each other on their bumpers.

It was at this point that my husband and I looked at each other and said, "Bow Chicka Wow Wow."

Then as we were laughing at the naughty bits in Cars, we realized how stupid we were, quickly turned the cd off and sunk down in our car seats so the cars, which are exactly one foot away from us couldn't see our embarrassment.

It was at least another half hour before we stopped laughing. I mean, it's Pixar folks, how could we have been so dumb as to think they put a sex scene in their movie.

I'd like to suggest that they do though, because it was HOTT!

I sure hope so...

2006-06-20T08:20:00.000-05:00

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

pisces horoscope

Your Tuesday Horoscope Paige!

Sudden possibilities abound in your career field. Plan for a better life; refine your creative expression. There are some opportunities that balance your field of specialty with your desires to make a grand impact.

If this is true...I'll be posting more. :)

Never a dull moment...

2006-06-13T22:47:00.000-05:00

This weekend I attended a party at a friend's house in honor of his new Deck. (He built it himself and was very VERY proud. Good for you. You handy, handy man.) The Deck party was quiet and I didn't really know a lot of people there so Sweets and I baracaded ourselves in a corner of the deck overlooking two of our friend's dogs. As we stood there watching the dogs, making small talk I told her a few stories about my weekend leading up to the deck party.

(Actual stories to follow at a later date.)
Story 1: Sex and Silverware
Story 2: My dog has Mange!
Story 3: Coal can fart and hurl simultaneously. Who knew?!

Her comment:
"Nothing exciting ever happens to me. Day in, day out same thing. Shit is always going on with you guys." (She's right. It's like we've angered the universe in some passive aggressive, humorous, ironic way and the universe must pay us back ten fold.)

So Sweets, this is especially for you...

Broken Badge And The Hole In My Tire

I work at Huntsville Hospital. I park in a parking garage. In order to park in said parking garage I must badge in. Meaning I swipe my little badge in a little card reader thingy through my rolled down window, the gate opens, and I travel on. Sounds simple really.

But...it's not.

Obviously.

Because if it were simple then I would not have had to buy a new lanyard today.

It all started with my little routine in the mornings. I get in my car, I clip on my badge, I buckle my seatbelt and I turn the car on. *Key point here is that my badge is on a clip that I attatch to my shirt. There is a rubber band type thing that then attatches to my badges and my key ring with my keys on it. So everything I need for work is right there, handy, in a tidy little package attatched to my shirt.

I drive to the parking garage and pull up to the badge reader, roll down my window, and I slide my badge through the reader....

Then the trouble starts.

The clip attatched to my shirt slingshots off, the badge slips out of my hand, and the whole deal falls under my car. So, now absolutely everything I need for work in under my car dead center *I think. I managed to badge in though, so the gate is also up. People are also beginning to line up behind me to get into the parking garage.

So, I think. Hey dummy! Open your door and lean out and pick it up, no biggie.

I can't. I've pulled too close to the badge reader and I can't open the door enough to get my fat ass out of the car.

I need to back up.

So I wave to the people behind me, who are becoming more and more irate at me for taking too long to badge in, to move back, which they are ever, EVER so thrilled about.

They back up, I back up. Then I hear whoooosh.

Shit!@##%$#@$%$@$^@ * (and every other curse word imaginable)

I've run over my badge, my badge holder, MY KEYS, and my key ring.

Now, not only do I have to pick up my badge, but I also have to pick up the million pieces of my life. Three keys, my bent key ring, two badges with tire prints, and my destroyed badge holder. The people behind me are ELATED.

To date, front left tire is still ok, but I'm waiting. The sound....the horrible sound.... it sounded just like a flat. (That may have been my badge holder exploding, who knows.)

I got back in my car, thanked god the gate was still up, and rolled on through to a few honks of congradulations of my supreme driving abilities.

All in all, VERY embarrassing. Very depressing, that I had ruined my badge, my keys, and my holder.

Note: I picked up a new SUPER cool badge holder today, my keys were bent back into place and my badges came clean with an eraser (soap and water didn't cut it). All is well and nothing was hurt but my pride. And really....who needs pride.

The Coolest Thing EVER!

2006-06-06T21:48:00.000-05:00

Freecycle is a program where you donate your items you no longer want for others to pick up for FREE! This allows you to be able to PICK UP items for FREE also. Isn't that cool?!! It's a large scale swapshop for FREE! I love FREE, can't you tell. :) I plan to use it very, very soon. There are some black padded chairs that are calling my name. I may have some items in my garage calling someone else's name. hehe. I love this!

Slackerific! (Not so slackerific!)

2006-06-06T08:23:00.000-05:00

Yes, that's right. I'm a slacker. That's fine. You'll deal.

Saturday my parents came down to visit with us for my dad's birthday. I decided to take them to the new Brazilian restaurant, Cafe' from Brazil. This place is excellent. It was SO GOOD! If you have one in your area you should definately go and try it out. When there you should try the fried cheese thingys, the ham and onion pie, the pasta salad, and each and every one of the deserts because they are like big huge pieces of heaven (The chocolate is the best.). Seriously though, I've NEVER had a cake like that. It was the moistest, yummiest, sweetest cake I've ever had. DELICIOUS! (I'm drooling, literally, right now.)

After our wonderful lunch we made our way over to the Botanical Gardens to view the new butterfly exhibit. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. We all really enjoyed it. Click the picture to view my flickr documentation.

As for yesterday, well...

This had my attention. We're going to see it today. I hope it's horrible and it's falling down and in a bad part of town and not what we want at ALL! Because we really, REALLY need to wait another year.
But it's so nice and everything we want and not in a bad part of town and close to work and And AND.....

On another side note, my dogs fur has started to fall out from around her eye. What's up with that? It's gross. (We have a vets appointment for friday. That was the soonest our vet could get to her.)

Where the hell is my muse?

2006-06-01T22:33:00.000-05:00

Tonight I have surfed blog after blog. I've read and i've read and i've read even more. My final thought? I'm no longer as creative as I used to be. Some of you guys write so very well. You're so creative and eloquent and the posts are well thought out. Mine...mine are whatever comes to mind, whenever it comes to mind. I'm a freaking English major for christ sakes and I can't write a coherent post. I used to write beautifully. I used to have these wonderful thoughts that I felt were brilliant (at the time, I read them now and they're garbage, all garbage I say!) I've had stories and poems and drawings published and yet now....now I can't even bring myself to paint a picture because I'm scared I'll mess it up. So what if I mess it up? I've wasted valuable time, that's what! I have so many creative things that I would like to do, but yet, I just don't want to.

Here's my list:
1. Paint my black plywood canvases.
2. Sew pillows from my wedding material. (That's right, 2.5 years ago, still haven't done it.)
3. Rearrange my living room and make it artistic and classy.
4. Rearrange my bedroom. (to make room for my new dresser)
5. Sew little doggie bandanas. (the only clothing I'm allowed to place on my dog)
6. Scrapbook my vacation photos.

And here's my excuses:
1. It's too wet outside to paint and I'm not painting on my white carpet.
2. my sewing machine is broken.
3. I haven't had time.
4. I'm too tired.
5. my sewing machine is broken.
6. There are too many excuses to name.

And here's the truth:
1. I don't think I can paint anymore because i'm not creative.
2. I can't figure out how to thread my sewing machine properly and therefore my thread breaks.
3. Totally had time tonight but read blogs instead.
4. I'm not too tired, I'm just lazy.
5. See #2.
6. I go to the craft room, sit for five minutes and decide that I "can't."

So, you see, I'm totally a loser. I probably won't do any of those things this weekend either.
We have puppy school at 11, dinner with my parents at 1, and poker tournament at 5. And sunday...sunday is laundry day, go get gas day, and grocery day. I have to be at least a little domestic.

I need a muse. Where the hell is my muse?!! Maybe I'll find it under a rock somewhere this weekend.

Back to the daily grind...

2006-05-31T08:53:00.000-05:00

Ahhhhhhhh, so the days after you come back from vacation...not so fun. :) But! Three more days and we have a fun filled weekend planned.

Now, on to more important stuff, such as how I desperately want to go back to Hilton Head, like now. Now's good. I can have a bag packed in 30 mins. Ok, screw that. They had outlets there. I'll just buy new clothes. Let's go!

That is my idea of beautiful. I mean, just look at that. Really. Take a minute from the daily grind and feast your eyes on that beauty. White sandy beaches, cool breeze, warm water. Ahhhhhhh...

Now, back to the trip. Can you tell I had fun? Well, I did. We drove up on Thursday. It was an 8 hour drive. We left Huntsville about 9 and arrived at our villa around 7.

Friday we visited the beach, did a little shopping, ate lunch at some terrific places and scouted for Saturday's events. Friday night we went to a welcome party at a local inn and said hello to the bride and groom and some 100 of their closest friends. We also saw the groom's mother's toes as she danced around and posed for Hubby, the picture taker. :) It was a blast.

Saturday, we started off the morning with a dolphin cruise. It was wonderful. The weather was beautiful and not too hot yet. The water was cool and the boat was fast.

We then went parasailing. (Well, I didn't, but my hubby did.)

That was followed by a little time to relax, including swimming, showers, and ironing of 'fancy' clothes. The wedding was at 5:30. At 5:25 it decided to rain cats and dogs. The groom opened the bar and told everyone to wait. By 6:30 the rain had cleared and the beautiful ceremony was begun.

Awww...Aren't they cute!!

Sunday we met new friends and spent the day together before we headed back to Huntsville. This is at a pirate themed putt putt course. There was a coy pond running throughout the course. It was really neat.

We headed back to Huntsville around 10 pm Sunday night. We arrived back in Huntsville at 6am. We got to see the sun come up. At least some of us did.
Thanks baby for driving. And that was our Hilton Head trip. It was a blast! I can't wait to go back!
For Even More Hilton Head Excitement click here to see all of my pictures on Flickr.

I <3 HH!

2006-05-30T12:27:00.000-05:00

I REALLY wish I was still on vacation. It was more fun than one person should have.

Because of that time off that I so much enjoyed though...I must now work...and work...and work!

GYAH! don't these people know that the sun is out and it is calling my name.

Don't these people know that I bought a new dresser yesterday and now my bedroom is totally a mess and needs me home to clean it?!!

~~Don't these people know that I totally need to be at home watching tv and eating ice cream?!!~~

Just Kidding.

Prepare yourself, this is going to be a long one.

2006-05-24T09:30:00.000-05:00

There are times in my life when people ask me,
"What did you guys walk out of the church to when you got married?"
My reply, "Well, we didn't get married in a church. We got married in an art museaum and walked out to Dee by Ozzy Ozbourne."
Then they look at me and run away!

What seems perfectly normal to me, always amazes me how it affects others.
First of all, Dee is a beautiful, melodic song that went along with the Renaissance theme.
(I didn't mention that, oh yea. It had a Renaissance theme. Sorta. My dress did anyway. And the music. Sorta. Everything was played acoustically on guitar by Hubby's friend. The one we're going to Hilton Head this weekend to see married.)
It's not even like we didn't plan to get married in a church. We just lucked out to get married in an Art Museum (In the Great Hall, it looked just like the picture).
You too can have that luxary!
4 steps to an art museum wedding:
1. Book a place somewhat resembling a church. (It actually used to be a Babtist church)
2. Have it bought by some Indians (Like from India. Very nice people.)
3. Have the new owners turn the building into an actual church. (I think it was Budist)
4. Finially, have them void your contract within two weeks of your wedding.

The art museum I would love to say was planned, but it was the only place in Huntsville that wasn't booked for New Year's Eve. And yes, I thought it would be a fantastic idea to be married on New Year's Eve. Honestly, it wasn't that bad of an idea. Just a pain in the neck to plan.

The next question:
"Weren't your uber religious Church of Christ inlaws upset with you guys for having a wedding not in a church?"
short answer- Yes.
Long answer:
Hubby's parents are uber religious Church of Christ. Church of Christ do not allow music in their church. I told them I would not be having a wedding without music. Tim and I love music and weddings are for things you love, including music. I was supposed to walk down the isle to silence. I think not!
My parents didn't want to go to a Church of Christ church, Hubby's parents didn't want to go to a Babtist church, my father wanted me to be married Catholic because that would be proper. A Catholic church seemed to jab at Hubby's parents, mom didn't mind, dad wanted it, so Hubby and I looked into some really pretty Catholic churches around town. (Yes, I know this isn't a good reason. It doesn't matter anyway, keep reading.)
No priest would marry us.
The Catholic churches we looked into used their own priests for their own churches. No brining preachers of a different faith and no Catholic priest would marry us because we were not involved in the church.
We finially found a Church of Christ preacher that had agreed to marry us. (And he is the sweetest man on the face of the planet and we love him. )

And that's the story of our beautiful, well planned wedding. It was a fluke.

Just a note:
I made ALL the decorations for the previous venue, not the art museum. I used silk flowers, blue and white roses, and silver sparkles. I borrowed an ourdoor arch with lights from a family friend and decorated it with silk flowers. We used fish bowls on the tables with floating candles (which previously were allowed to be lit, but not at the museum. But it was fine.) and silk flowers and velvet squares (the Renaissance thing again). Thankfully they didn't look too stupid in the Art Museum. My dress and three bridesmaid dresses were purchased from Bridal Discount Warehouse in Nashville, TN for less than 400 dollars. The art museum, in her ultimate kindness and regret for our situation, lent us pedistals for flower arrangements and gave my husband and I a case of Champagne. (Really, really good, GOOD expensive imported Champagne. Still the best I've ever had.) All in all, my wedding was a calamity of errors. (Like that they forgot I was in the little room alone and no one helped me into my dress so I walked down the isle with it unbuttoned but no one noticed.) But it was good. Our friends made up the majority of the attendees and families stayed on seperate sides of the rooms and it was good.
(But I still can't look at the pictures of it two and a half years later because of the stress that it brings forth.)

The moral of the story:
Weddings are not for the bride and groom. If the bride and groom truly love each other...go to the court house and use the money you would have spent on the wedding for the best honeymoon ever. :)

My Crowes Nest

2006-05-23T09:39:00.000-05:00

I have a love like no other for The Black Crowes. It's a borderline obsession and has been since my early teens. My husband knows that should a member of the Crowe's (or John Cusack) ever propose to me, his butt will be to the curb. These were part of the conditions of our marriage. (He's worried about this...really. Can't you see him shaking?) I am that fan though, that has "every record you've ever made man." (I even have the coveted anniversary box set with every album up until Lyons and know exactly where it is and that it is in a safe place. I made my father buy it for me off ebay. It was our first ebay purchase.) And I LOVE every second of sound they've ever produced. 3 snakes and a charm being my all time favorite albumn (I've still never played the one in the box set. I actually bought another one so I wouldn't scratch it up.).
I've seen them in concert once (along with Bob Dylan).
June 27th they're coming to Starwood.
I'm actually debating not going.
Yes, that's what I said. Not Going...
I don't know why though.
These are the events that we take time off for, right?
If Ozzy Ozbourne/Black Sabbath (my hubby's favorite) were in concert at Starwood we'd so be there (Oh wait, we did...twice. Ozzfest.).
54.00 dollars to experience their music live and directly in front of me (along with two days of time off). I mean, it's two days off (2 days missed pay), a nights hotel bill, 54 dollars in tickets, gas and the fact that by the time they actually play I'll be too drunk to notice. (I mean really, 5$ for a bottle water or 4$ for a beer. What would you do?)
I'm beginning to wonder if I'm so old that money is actually MORE important to me than the best rock band EVER! (And I don't mean old in years, I mean old in life. Heh...there's a difference. In life, I'm like a hundred and ten.)
I'm feeling the need to rebel against my need to be a hundred and ten.
I feel black fingernails, purple hair, and bad eye makeup welling up from my soul.
I have a feeling I'm about to make a major credit card purchase. My wallet and I need some time alone.
Excuse us...

Coke Tabs...

2006-05-22T09:57:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting her at work.
Work, work, working away.
Minding my own business, when all of a sudden I've TOTALLY cracked myself up. I
obviously was busy or preoccupied or something when these events occurred or it
would have cracked me up then.
I drink diet coke. Yes...I know...Very bad. Going to die of aspertame
poisoning. I know. But people it is my crack. Leave me be.
Anyway, these diet cokes have coke tabs which I take off and put in a cup in our
kitchen here at work. I have a pile of these tabs very geometrically arranged on
my CPU in my office. I'm very proud of it. Those tabs, in their geometric
wonderfulness, reminded me of something that happened at the Graduation
festivities.
My mom, in front of my husband's Church of Christ parents, sisters, and
grandparents said, (and I quote) "What you collecting all those BEER tabs for?
gonna make something 'creative' or something?" (be sure and say that with as
much sarcasm as humanly possible.
Now did I lose it and look totally like a deer in head lights that my mother, MY
MOTHER, had brought up the fact that we drink alcohol in front of Hubby's ENTIRE
family who blatantly disapproves of this behavior and likes to tell us at every
drop of every hat?
Ohhhhhhhhh no!
I carried on with what I was doing and replied, "No mother, we keep the tabs so
I can take them to work. The tabs have more usable aluminum than the rest of the
can. A group at work takes them, recycles them, and pays for children's leukemia
treatments."
Now, at the time, I was simply telling my uninformed mother of the tabs purpose.
In retrospect, DAMN that was a good comeback!
HAH! Try and make me feel guilty about drinking beer. LOL. NEVER! I'm helping
cancer patients and children at that. What are you doing? Nothing. Oh, ok. LOL.
Her reply to my beautifully, articulate, to the point comment:
"What can I do to help, do you need to me start saving them too? I'll do that.
I'll start saving them too. What a good cause."
Talk about your backpeddling. HAH!

Fun Friday!

2006-05-19T09:06:00.000-05:00

It's Friday AGAIN!

Gees, the weeks just fly by now. Sometimes it'd be nice if life just slowed down. (Not while I'm at work of course. After I get off work. Please.) :)

We have a full weekend again, but hopefully it will be fun and fulfilling. Today I am going to pick up Coal from the vet! YEA! I missed her so much last night. It was weird getting home to no crying (she cries, no barking), no scratching on the door, and nothing to feed or walk aside from myself. I'm glad she'll be home tonight. Yea!

Our friend, FlipperBoy, moved back to town too. YEA! Hubby helped him move a little yesterday and got him setteled into his new apartment. It's a great apartment. Someone took a house in the historic district and converted it to 4 apartments, each with a living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. In that order. That's the only strange thing. You walk through the bedroom to get to the kitchen and through the kitchen to get to the bathroom. Still, it's really pretty. It has lots of old, ornate features, high ceilings, hardwood floors, and a beautiful kitchen with cherry cabinents. I think he'll be really happy there. His neighbors seemed really nice too. Always a plus.

So tonight, it's spending time with FlipperBoy and Coal. Tomorrow, puppy school followed by FlipperBoy's graduation from law school in Birmingham. After that, who knows. I'm hoping I get to paint this weekend some. I'm still working on my plywood masterpieces. The weather says no rain and temperatures in the mid 80's. So, that sounds like perfect conditions to prepare a masterpiece. :) (I hope)

Wish me luck!
(If it turns out okie dokie I'll put the pictures of the paintings up. If it turns out really bad, I'll put the pictures of the "rejects" up. If it goes really really badly then I'll put a picture of our trash can up because that's where the canvas's ~~plywood~~ will be.)

:p Have a Great Weekend!

Two Twisted Sisters

2006-05-18T10:06:00.000-05:00

Sweets and I have new posts up. Be sure and visit.

Sweets is getting irate because she has no comments.

I believe her exact words were, "I'm mad at the internet, they won't comment."

So go visit and comment to renew her faith in the "interent." :)

I WAS TAGGED!

2006-05-18T08:42:00.000-05:00

ACCENT: Southern/At times...Northern (My dad and some family are from Maryland/Deleware. I can still turn the accent on and off as need be to appear as less of an idiot/outsider.)
BIBLE BOOK I LIKE: No clue. I like the book as a whole from a literary perspective.
CHORE I DON'T CARE FOR: Dishes. But I agree...There is a tie between bringing the groceries in from the car...and putting the laundry away.
DOG OR CAT: Dog
ESSENTIAL ELECTRONICS: Computer (wireless internet), TV, TIVO
FAVORITE COLOGNE: 5th Avenue
GOLD OR SILVER: Sterling silver or platinum...I'm allergic to gold.
HANDBAG I CARRY MOST OFTEN: a shoulder bag with metal rings for the handle
INSOMNIA: HATE IT!
JOB TITLE: Cancer Registry Clerk and domestic goddess
KIDS: 1 husband and 1 dog (5 months old)
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: 1 husband, 1 dog, and myself in a three bedroom 900 sq ft house
MOST ADMIRABLE TRAIT: Good Listener
NAUGHTIEST CHILDHOOD BEHAVIOR: Hiding
OVERNIGHT HOSPITAL STAYS: no thank you
PHOBIAS: crowds (closed in with a bunch of people)
QUOTE: "Nobody puts baby (doggy) in the corner" (Dirty Dancing was on two weeks ago.)
RELIGION: Organized, no thank you.
SIBLINGS: not yet
TIME I WAKE UP: 7:15am
UNUSUAL TALENT OR SKILL: I don't think I have any.
LOVE: I love everything, except dishes, laundry and cleaning dog poop and pee.
VEGETABLE I REFUSE TO EAT: Beets, celery, corn
WORST HABIT: Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
XRAYS: Lung
YUMMY STUFF I COOK: Turkey Meatloaf, Turkey chili, Turkey stir fry, fish pasta
ZOO ANIMAL I LIKE MOST: Dolphins, and yes...they DO have those in zoos (in florida).

Vacation Time...Sort of.

2006-05-17T10:51:00.000-05:00

Decisions, decisions, decisions...

Next week my husband I leave for Hilton Head, South Carolina. I've never been. Hubby's never been. We have no idea what to expect. (Except for a wedding of course.) We're going to Hilton Head to see our friends get married. Josh and Jill. Cute huh. hehe. Josh played guitar for me as I walked down the isle to marry my hubby, the intro to Tesla's Love Song. No stupid wedding march here! (I had ~~have~~ to be different. ) It was beautiful and he did a wonderful job. (He also played Ozzy Ozbourne's Dee for my husband to walk in to.) Needless to say, we're going to our friend's wedding. But we're not so much into the friday "golf extravaganza" so we're going on a dolphin tour. These are our choices for that right now: here, here, and here. We don't know which one to choose though. Which one do you think? Have any of you been to Hilton Head? Is there anything "cool" we should see while we're there?

*Note: Hubby's sister decided to house sit while we're away. Just a note for all you crazies out there who just said, "Hey, empty house." (Not that there's anything in the house worth stealing. heh...that requires money, which we don't have.) And my dog will attack you! Just ask the Terminex guy who was almost licked to death when he came out to change our termite traps. (And they are actually kinda like termite traps. There's wood inside and the little termies come and eat it and then the guy knows we have termites and he sprays some weird stuff on the wood in the termite trap. :) I like to be all scientific and stuff.)

Girl, You'll be a woman soon...

2006-05-16T11:55:00.000-05:00

My sweet, darling, little pup has gone from teething keys to Hubby's leg. That's right we've begun our decent into the oblivion, that which is "heat." I shudder to even say the word. Part of me was hoping this time would never come. Maybe she could just stay a puppy forever. But no...it has begun, and at such a tender young age of 5 months. The 20th of this month Coal will be 5 months. They grow up so fast. I had no idea it would be this fast however. (Are you beginning to understand why my husband and I don't EVER need children?) She's even in school. Puppy school, at 4 months. She's one of the youngest in her class (and best behaved if I do say so myself!). Ahhhhh, soon she'll be a full grown dawg, barking at cats and lying around all day. Hmmmm....so quickly. Soon she'll need that "big surgery." I don't think I can handle it. Not only will she not be around for a few days, but she'll be *gasp* at the vet. Not to mention that my hubby and I have to go to a wedding in Hilton Head soon. How are we ever going to leave her in someone else's hands?!! I mean, who will walk her? Who will talk to her before bed? Who will give her treats? Huh?!! Tell me!
*deep breaths*
Hubby's sisters better not kill my dog! I wonder if my friend would come play with Coal while I'm gone? (I'd probably have to pay her, but that's ok.)
*deep breaths*
(Yes, I have emotional problems. Whatofit!)

And to make matters worse...we had another
milestone over the weekend. Friday night Coal lost her first tooth.

The tooth fairy did get to visit Coal. Coal received a bright fushia rubber ball which she loves.
(99 cents at Petsmart! Great deal and she LOVES her new ball!)

I'm copyright infringing AGAIN!

2006-05-15T10:11:00.000-05:00

Graduation was wonderful!

I saw my wonderfully intelligent husband walk across the stage and receive his degree.

It was great!

This is a picture of the graduation card his sister made for him.

(Right after she gave him the card I was reprimanded by her. For my mother's day gift I gave my mom a picture taken by Hubby's sis in a really pretty antique looking frame. I was told that this was an infringement upon her copyright and that she really didn't appreciate me being that insulting to her. It was at that point that I decided to totally give up on family in general and live with my dog in a big hole in the corner of the backyard.)

It's the WEEKEND folks!

2006-05-12T08:49:00.000-05:00

And I am so happy. My husband is graduating (!!!!), I'm getting a haircut (which I desperately need), Coal is getting a bath and her nails clipped (by someone other than me), and my entire family and Hubby's entire family are coming over on Sunday to celebrate Hubby's graduation.

OK...SOOOOooooooooo MOST of it sounds good! hehe. The dinner could go off without a hitch, who knows. I hope it is slightly less drama filled than the "Mother's Day Photo Shoot." (We're giving our mother's pictures of the kids. My mother gets a picture of me (and a bracelet) and Hubby's mother gets a 120x120; ok, not THAT big but BIG, picture of Hubby and his sisters). It was crazy. The sisters were fighting, I was sick, Hubby was mad he was there...just unpleasant all ways round. (I hope that doesn't show in the picture ;) hehe)

AND I think we're having a cookout tonight. There will be hamburgers, pool, beer, poker, and pina coladas. :) (I put on my pina colada smelling lotion in anticipation. I'm ready! hehe)

BUT what should I get my Hubby for graduation?? I'm out of ideas!! I need to know by 2. (Cause that's when I'm leaving work today because I get off early, isn't that great!! hehe)

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend no matter what your plans are (even if it's staying in PJ's all day and watching good TIVO'd television). :)

Roxor My Soxors... AGAIN!!

2006-05-10T23:29:00.000-05:00

My wonderfully tallented, handsome, and patient husband helped me play with photoshop tonight to create an incredibly cute picture of my beautiful dog, Coal. See her up there, she's looking at you! And yes, she does have different color eyes, and no, it's not due to the fact that she has cataracts (like my grandmother), not that she's blind, and not that I abused my puppy. She's part Australian Shepard and Black Lab. Evidentally from everything I've read (on the interent) Australian Shepards have a recessive trait for multicolored eyes. (Mainly blue and amber)

My grandmother, on the otherhand, ~~does~~ did have cataracts. She had them removed yesterday. She told me that she had to have it removed because she was going to have to renew her driver's license next year and she wanted no problems doing so. My grandmother is ninety. She's cool like that. 90 and driving. I must say though, her driving doesn't really bother me, my mother's on the otherhand, sometimes I think she should have to retake HER driver's test! (We won't even mention my wonderful driving skills. Evidentally it's hereditary.)

I hope everyone likes the new layout. Miss Zoot was gracious enough to inspire ~~create~~ the design for me. (The dog picture was all mine ~~my husband's~~ though. ) I decided that I was finished my angst period. I needed something pretty and light. Notice how the background matches the color of my dog's blue eye. Oh yes people, that's not just coincidence. Nothing makes me happier than looking at my little dog's blue eye. :) (Just happens to be the same color as my husband's eyes. Coincidence again? I think not!)

If you find any problems with the new design, please tell me. I've checked it in IE and Firefox, it looks better in Firefox but to each his own. Other than that, I hope everyone has a GREAT Thursday! :)

Rock My Soxs!

2006-05-10T09:13:00.000-05:00

This is the coolest thing ever!

(At least for today.)

Dolphins are also the only animal that has sex for fun, other than humans ;).

Scary and Damaged

2006-05-09T21:36:00.000-05:00

My blogging, as of lately, has been hampered by my obsession with my TIVO and the goodness that it holds. This evening I've been sitting in front of my computer for at least an hour trying to blog a post, but actually watching Grey's Anatomy. I love that show. I love it for it's humor, but I also love it because it's one of those shows that make you think. I like to think. Sometimes. Sometimes it just hurts. ;)

Monday....I mean....Tuesday's Thoughts

2006-05-09T11:43:00.000-05:00

Meetup
The Meetup from this weekend was fantastic. The people I met were very nice. Their writeups are much better than mine. You should go read theirs. Over there on my sidebar thingy there are links to the "Rocket City Bloggers." That's us. Get it ... Rockets... Huntsville...Space and Rocket Center... NASA...

Ya know.. I make fun of that, but I grew up in Shelbyville. Pronounced Sh-u-veil. Like a shuvel. And the locals used to say Shuvel, Can you dig it?

haha...Dorks!

BUT... do go visit the bloggers, I believe there is even a Roller Girl in the mix.

Dreams and New Sites
Friday night I had the weirdest dream. LIKE THE WEIRDEST EVER!

If you'd like to read about that among other exciting events that occur in everyone's lives, hehe, go here: Two Twisted Sisters.
This is a new site that a friend of mine, Sweets, and I have started. She's hilarious. Pay us a visit. If you have questions or comments be sure to mark them down, I'm sure Sweets will be more than happy to respond to anyone's thoughts.

Poker
I won the tournament again!!! YEA ME!

New Renter

2006-05-08T11:18:00.000-05:00

Be sure and check out my new renter over there. She has all the tips to make you fabulous.

Posts to look forward to:
*New website up! Two Twisted Sisters

*Huntsville Webloggers Meetup!

*I WON! AGAIN! Poker Tournament, Madison... Next stop, VEGAS! (not really...hehe)

*Held at gunpoint in my own bed!

Friday's Random Bits

2006-05-05T09:50:00.000-05:00

1. Huntsville High had seniors who pulled the ultimate prank. The ultimate demeaning, insulting, cruel prank. Several students talked a homeless man into taking off his clothes and standing naked in the hallway during class change in exchange to food and drink (along with money).

2. My carpet burn on my face....much worse. Now there's a bruise and a gooseegg. I have NO idea what on earth I did, but from the size of the gooseeggs I would say that I hit my head so hard I have some slight amnesia and maybe a concushion. (and it looks horrible and my husband swears he had nothing to do with it)

3. Hubby's father and sisters will be attending graduation ceremonies (alone with my entire family), but his mother and grandparents are still refusing to show. I'm going to show the ultimate in self control and invite EVERYONE, including his self absorbed mother and grandparents to the after graduation party at my house. Here's to hoping I can keep my mouth shut.

4. Here's to hoping I can keep my mouth shut TONIGHT, as we're headed after work to his mother's house for his sisters' birthday party (they're twins). Hmmm... will his dad laugh if I curse out his wife? I think he might. ;) hehe...I'll behave.

5. In July I have to take my GRE, schedule my CTR exam, and register for fall classes. NONE of those sound like fun. (I despise school, so why am I going back?!! It's free... nuff said.)

6. A few months ago we took a "family portrait" for Hubby's mother's present for Mother's day. It was intended to be nice, pretty, and most importantly...cheap as the whole family would split the cost. Hubby's sisters went out and bought a 160$ picture frame. They informed us we owed them 50$ last week. To some 50$ isn't that much, but we were expecting 20, maybe 30$ tops. 50$ for something that we weren't even informed about, nor did we get to help make a decision on, and then to be told the week before Mother's Day (while we're in the process of paying off cc's, saving to replace out chimney, and Hubby's big job change) is just rude. It's not like we'd just call them up and demand 50$ for her birthday present that we purchased and didn't ask their imput on. (They desperatly need to move out of their parents' house and learn the value of a buck!)

And that is this week's edition of Paige's Friday Random Bits. (Drama, OH MY GOD! ;) hehe)

Injuries of Unknown Origin...

2006-05-04T14:36:00.000-05:00

I know a lot of people who (I've read a lot of blogs about people who...) have bruises and they don't know where they came from. Either they don't remember or they don't realize it at the time, or they are just that clumbsy that a minor ding isn't noticable anymore (my case). I can completely identify with each and every aspect of an unknown bruise.

What I can't identify with, however, is an unknown carpet burn.

I have carpet burn on the side of my face and no clue how it got there. Directly underneath my eyebrow, just a bit out from my eye...about a quarter sized amount of fresh, burning, red carpet burn. I mean, OUCH! It hurts! Seriously!

Uhg. What on earth did I dream about last night to give myself carpet burn on my face? (Was I dreaming?) ((Is my husband behind this?)) (((Does neosporin help burns, because it's seriously on fire?)))

KT Tunstall, I LOVE this song!

2006-05-03T10:22:00.000-05:00

Information Overlaod...

2006-05-03T09:06:00.000-05:00

"You are nearing information overload today."

---As read from my horoscope this morning. Yes, my horoscope is emailed to me everyday. Yes, I believe in what the universe is telling us. No, I don't think that those words on my email were spoken by the universe. Nevertheless, there are times when it hits the nail on the head. "Information Overload" is my middle name. "Duck and Cover" may become my new motto, as new information seems to be smacking me in my head left and right.

My Problems:
1. My Inlaws = They have refused to go to my husband's college graduation because it interferes with church. That's right, graduation is a two pm. I'm asking his parents to miss the afternoon session. Not church alltogether. Just the afternoon session. They refuse. We're talking his whole family. Parents and grandparents. REFUSE TO GO TO THEIR SON'S GRADUATION! So, I've invited my entire family who replied such things as "wouldn't miss it for the world", and "be there with bells on." Gees.

2. My friends = Two divorces in one week. It comes in threes people. Whose next?

3. Work. (I can't explain any of what's going on there, but let's just say...IT'S BAD! Like -I may have to risk being fired bad and I don't know if I'm mentally prepared to do that-...bad.)

And that's my week so far and it's only Wednesday.
Blogging Meetup this weekend though, followed by a poker tournament which I won last time, so this weekend proves to be fun. (I hope. If I'm not reading the classifieds it will be fun.)

Hindrances...

2006-05-02T11:44:00.000-05:00

Why do people constantly limit themselves and others? Every time we seem to get two steps forward, we're jerked back five steps from where we started. There's a constant struggle just to simply maintain position. When good things happen, they loose their joy because you're waiting for the axe to fall. And fall, it will. Yet we try. It's the nature of our beings to constantly try. We have minor successes and grand failures, yet we try to make our situations better than they are hoping for that one grand chance, an opening in the loopholes of life to make our move, advance our position. Well folks, here we go again. My coworkers and I believe we have found one of those "grand loopholes" in life and we're taking it. Full force, full steam ahead, full of hopes and dreams...We're taking it.

Let's hope it works.

Pictures from Sandestin...

2006-05-01T09:36:00.000-05:00

Well, I finially got some things done this weekend...Like put my suitcases away, vacuum...clean in general. I also uploaded pictures to Flickr. YEA ME! :)

so if you would like to partake of my Florida Experience, CLICK HERE!

Fighting...for peace!

2006-04-28T08:52:00.000-05:00

Last night my husband and I HAD. IT. OUT. in the middle of the living room while folding clothes. OVER LAUNDRY or areas vs. spot. anyways.

IT STARTED like this: (while folding clothes)
I said "you didn't do anything while I was gone!"
He said "I cleaned the carpet."
"It looks like you didn't even vacuum."
"Well, I didn't where you're standing. I did all that over there by the kitchen table."
"That's like a 4ft by 2ft spot of carpet. I didn't realize you had just done a spot."
"That's not a spot! That's an AREA! You couldn't use a "spot rug" there. It would HAVE TO BE an AREA RUG!"
"Oh my god! Are you serious?"
"Why do you always di-min-u-ize everything I do?"
"di min u ize, is that even a word" (I knew it wasn't a word. )
"yes, it's my word... why can't you admit that's an area?"
"Because the carpet cleaner is sitting on top of the "area" and I couldn't see it"
"You're always di min u izing what I do. You always say I never do anything."
"You don't!" (He does. He does dishes. BUT he broke the dishwasher while I was gone. And the carpet cleaner, which is why it was still in the living room. )
"I'm inherently lazy, what do you want from me"
"I want to be lazy."
"You can't be, I already have that role."
"You're kidding me! I WANT THAT role!"
"Sorry. It's taken!"
"Oh my god! Go look up di min u ize"
"ok, it's not a word" (he knew it wasn't a word)
"let's go play with the dog"
"alright"

Totally need to actually be working...

2006-04-27T11:13:00.000-05:00

I need to be working, but I just keep stumbling onto stuff like this and like this. I love stuff like that. So if you know of anything else that goes along with stuff like that, then send it my way.

Now, I just need some money. Oh crap! I forgot I was poor. DANG!
(Hmmm.....maybe I can copy it and get something cheap from the dollar store. lol ORRRRRrrrr better yet... maybe I can make something.)

My next project:
Aren't these cool. They're painted on plywood so they look really textured. I can't wait to try this!

Now, I just need to learn to use a skill saw.

(This is from Sandestin, there were little shops down the path from the rooms we stayed in.)

I <3 vacations!

2006-04-27T08:20:00.000-05:00

Can I go back to the Sandestin please? I said PLEASE!

Uhg!

On a lighter note, my husband has SWORN OFF black socks.
He has a job interview this morning and was dressed to the nines. He has his little suit on with a pretty silver shirt and a black tie which looks very business like and quite professional. (The suspenders were just darling on him. hehe) But like all things with him, there was a catch!

White Socks!

He sat down in the car to drive me to work and the sun reflected off of his ankles. Two little bright ankles that were almost too much to look at. I said, "oh no baby you forgot to put on black socks." (Not that it matters, considering he's wearing brown shoes with a black suit. Oh the fashion sense!) His reply, "I didn't forget, I hate black socks!" And from there it was a 5 minute rant on black socks and how he'll never wear them. "If I ever do get a job where i'm forced to wear black socks, I'll wear them till my probabtionary period is over and then I'll throw them in the trash."

I don't know what the deal with black socks is. Could it be the material? Could the actual color be repulsive to him? Does the die rub off on his feet? Does it discolor his toe-jam?

These are the mysteries of Hubby. I may never understand... "Hubby Logic"

Day off??!!

2006-04-26T16:17:00.000-05:00

My "blog" totally did not ask ME, if it were alright, if it decided to take a "break" for the day.

My Husband tried to kill me again...

2006-04-26T08:52:00.000-05:00

My husband made meatloaf while I was gone. I have no idea what he put in it, but I'm thinking strychnine or rat poison. Those are only my first guesses though. More guesses will require more time and thought. I may not have that though. If I don't blog in the next few days, my dear internet friends, alert the authorities. My hubby did it. Check the dishes in the sink for poisons.

It's been wonderful talking with all of you. I'm going to pray to the porcelain gods now.

Elevator's and their personalities.

2006-04-25T10:41:00.000-05:00

While at Sandestin Resort we discovered that there was a lady that lived inside of the elevator. Everytime you got to your floor, she told you. "Lobby.....First Floor......Third Floor..." It was REALLY annoying after a few trips up and down.

The point to that....I just went to pathology, which happens to be on the "third floor." (that's what floor our room was on at the resort) As the elevator neared the "third floor" I felt myself mouthing the words in the most obnoxious, high pitched voice possible, "THIRD FLOOR!"

LOL. The things our subconciouses learn.

Well...I'm back.

2006-04-25T09:04:00.000-05:00

I'm back!

It was fun. It was different. This is going to be a long week though. I got no weekend!! Friday and Saturday we were in classes. Granted I was in Florida, and I'm not complaining too much, but I'm going to be with my coworkers for two weeks straight. I like my coworkers, but they're not exactly who I'd choose to be living with for two straight weeks. :) BUT... enough of the whining.

I HAVE STORIES!

I wasn't able to post while we were away because internet use at this "private," hoity-toity, expensive resort was 10$ a day!! Now, that's not that bad, but I refused to pay that on principle. It's wireless time people. I mean, come on... The hotels here in the hood offer wireless hi speed. LOL...The Sandestin TOTALLY needs to come into the here and now!!

I journaled every night though so I wouldn't forget one little thing about the trip. Most of it, my journaling, is quite incoherent though. Seems I fell into a few bottles and couldn't crawl out. ;) hehe...But I think everyone at the Sandestin does that. It really seemed like the thing to do. So...periodically, I'll throw in an adventure story! lol...But for now...I'm afraid, I have to remove the pile of work from my desk. Oh MY.............

Let the adventure begin...

2006-04-20T08:56:00.000-05:00

It's TIME! It's time to go! I hope this is fun. At least it's outside. :) Yea 80 degree weather....and five days of rain. heh.... Can you said "HUMID!" ? lol...It's all good...

5 Things I Learned While Packing:

1. I'm a girl and as such can not pack lightly. (Even for a low maintenance girl like me...I still gotta have shampoo, soap, lotion, razor, toothbrush, hair stuff, contact stuff, medicine stuff, etc etc etc....

2. This will be the first time Hubby and I have slept apart since we were married. (And I don't like it.)

3. I'm addicted to electronics. I have an entire bag for "equipment." It's not a small bag either. It's like an extremely large bookbag full of wires and gadgets and computers, OH MY!

4. I'm in "vacation mode." Don't know when it happened, but I began the whole, "everybody use the bathroom before we go" crap.

5. I didn't bring a bathing suit. (On purpose, it's too early and I'm still too pasty. (paste EEEEEEEE) :)

So, everyone have a good thursday. I'm going to ride in a car for 6+ hours with my coworkers. haha. OH MY!
:)

Meme #2

2006-04-19T15:56:00.000-05:00

Accepting the fact that I have allergies.
Buying books for my trip.
Calling my husband to come pick me up.
Dreading spending 5 days with my coworkers.
Eating popcorn. (100 calorie mini bags...very good!)
Figuring out how to waste the rest of the day. ;)
Grumbling about having to go home and pack and do laundry.
Hating that my stomach is hurting.
Imagining about being outside.
Jonesing to be outside.
Killing Darryl's dog to be outside.
Licking the salt off my fingers. ;) (dont' tell)
Making conversation with my co-worker.
Noticing that my left foot is asleep.
Offering popcorn to my coworker.
Pondering not speaking to my coworker ever again.
Quitting my job. (j/k)
Realizing that I have to work for money to buy a new laptop, ipod, car, house, and pay for dog.
Sitting on my butt, in my chair, in front of my computer.
Trying to imagine myself lying on a beach, skinny, with a tan. (delusions)
Understanding that may never happen.
Vowing to behave on this trip.
Wondering if I will be able to behave.
Xalting that I'll get to sit near the water and read a book.
Yelling internally that I should have already been gone, I have stuff to do!!
Zapping my monitor with static electricity.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you...

2006-04-19T09:06:00.000-05:00

So the journey begins tomorrow. The journey to Sandestin, Florida.

5 nights and 4 days with my two coworkers.

Hmmm.... Can I say "no comment" and have you, the intelligent internet reader, read into this post how incredibly excited I am about this fact.

Really. I'm totally serious.

Kinda.

OK, Not really.

BUT... Hopefully it will be fun. I can't help but imagine the stories that come out of this are going to be good. LOL.

(Use the "moviephone" guy's voice)
3 Women, 1 Truck, and Unlimited Fun
The heart breaking story of three women setting out on a journey across the south in search of themselves, knowledge, and a really good martini. Join them in their pursuit of mediocre happiness and a comfortable bed. Coming soon!

Addition: Our Hotel

SO MUCH TO DO!!

2006-04-18T11:41:00.000-05:00

I'm leaving Thursday for a week in Florida. I have to go down to SanDestin for our State Meeting of Cancer Registrars. I'm excited but I have so much to do!!

Who will feed my husband?
Who will do the laundry?
Who will walk the dog?
Who will .... oh yea...it's a week, not a lifetime.

hmmm...deep breaths. All I really need is to pack, iron, do laundry, vacuum, cook for the week, and find some brown sandals.

EEK!

*Must work and not think about sandy beaches and sunshine.*

Oh NO!

2006-04-17T18:50:00.000-05:00

I know that I live in the 7th layer of Hell, but it's April. April 17th. For crying out loud. APRIL!!!! It is 6:45 and 90 degrees F. 90. Yes I said 90. We're going to DIE!!! this year. I am afriad. I like spring. Where the hell is my spring??!!! 90???!!! I got my first mosquito bites yesterday. That's right. It's on my knee. MY KNEE!! How the hell is there any blood in my knee cap??Do you know how bad it hurts to scratch your knee cap??!!! UHG! Something must be done...

Me me me me...Oppps...Meme Meme Meme

2006-04-17T11:48:00.000-05:00

HAH, I've been tagged. To do a meme... I've already done. But I feel bad telling this person that (which I guess I just did) because they said they'd feel bad if said person they sent the meme to had already done it.

Our Mad House, here is a different (and hopefully more interesting) 6 things!

1. I HATE celery! It's disqusting. The texture, the smell, oh my god it's the worst.

2. I bought fake tan stuff this weekend and I'm scared to use it. I don't want to turn orange before I go to Florida. I'm too cheap to actually go to a tanning bed though...and there's that whole skin cancer thing. But imagine, Me... the pastiest girl on earth...ORANGE. I like to get back to my Tennessee roots every now and then, but me actually turning orange is a bit far.

3. I've lost my laptop. Eeekkk! I seriously can't remember what I did with it. How you loose something that big I don't know.

4. My car is white, but right now, it's yellow. There's so much pollen in the air here my car is actually a light shade of brilliant yellow.

5. I kinda like it when my dog licks my toes.

(j/k, I was making sure you were still reading.) I can't whistle.

6. My husband and I use our dog to meet other couples... and it works. We made friends with our neighbors last night. Should I feel bad for using a dog? It's nothing personal. :/

And there you have it. My NEW 6 things. I think i'm supposed to tag people now. I tag...I don't think anyone I tagged would do it. What's the ediquette on this? Oh screw it!
I tag:
1. A Life Less Normal
2. Anne Glamour
3. Chesapeake Greens
4. Ok, I'll add more later. :/

Yard work, egg dying, and laundry...

2006-04-17T09:16:00.000-05:00

I had a great Easter holiday. Fun Filled, Action Packed, Not So Much Relaxing...

Friday night my husband and I raided the "going out of business" Office Max, which is always fun. They didn't have much stuff left, but I had the intense need to buy every piece of what they did have left because of the 75% off sticker price. HEH! We did get photo paper though. That was fairly reasonably priced.

Saturday we worked in the yard pretty much the entire morning...I now have lillies, impatients, yarrow, snapdragons, wild flower seed mix in some hanging baskets, and an angel trumpet vine ~~tree~~. We put in a sprinker type system saturday night too. So, it's quite possible that I might not kill them. :) After that we went to lunch with my parents and came back to the house and did more gardening and walked the dog. I enjoy our little dog walks. It cuts down on the serious biting Coal likes to attempt to do. She's ALL puppy right now. I don't know if Hubby and I will survive. After that I proposed that Hubby and I invite all of our friends over to grill out maybe, have some beer, and dye eggs due to the Easter holiday. I figured that would be neat, fun, and different. Turns out that our "friends" were evidentally to manly and too mature to take part in that plan, so just the girls showed up. We dyed eggs and had a good time. Pictures will soon be added. (As soon as I figure out how. ;) hehe)

Sunday was family day, I guess. I don't think it was intended to be, but it was. We went to Sunday dinner, I mean, Easter dinner (which is actually lunch). Then hubby and I had to go home and take a nap. Ugh!! (No, we didn't eat that much...just tired from so much yard work.) Next we had to go get pictures taken for Hubby's sister's class project. (She's a photographer.) So we did that and it was fun. VERY FUNNY! It's amazing how sisters and brothers interact sometimes. (Hubby has three sisters, two of which are twins.)

And finially...Last night...

Hubby and I worked on the pile of all piles of laundry. It was at least 4ft high. I just know it. TWO HOURS we folded and did dishes. AND I STILL have sheets in the drier. I am a horrible housewife. Just horrible. There needs to be a housewife school. Then I could go and learn how to be a proper housewife. HAH...I don't think so! I work! I'll hire a maid! That's their job! They are GOOD at it. I am not. (I'm actually okie dokie at it. Just been sick with ALABAMA ALLERGIES. That should so be a catagory, ALABAMA ALLERGIES. Like hayfever, or goldenrod season. ALABAMA ALLERGIES. It's like strep, only, without a cure. )

Fun Friday! = Six Things

2006-04-14T10:04:00.000-05:00

Miss Zoot tagged me (Well, not me in particular, but I like to think I'm that important.) to list six things about myself I have not talked about before on this site.

1. I don't wear shorts in public much ~~at all~~. I was born with my knees facing ~~slightly~~ outward and they were supposed to turn in as I got older. They did. My legs are weird though. My knees still don't match up with the bottom of my legs. I'm very selfconcious about it for no reason.

2. I'm blind as a bat. I wear contacts because it's supposed to slow the progression of my horrible eyesight getting worse. I could see fine one day when I was 8, next day, blind as a bat. I keep regular eye appointments (every year, unless more spots appear suddenly, "floaters") with specialists. It's the only "dr's" appointment I've kept up with in my life. I'm late on my appointment this year because the last eye doctor I went to told me I had "eye dandruff."

3. I'm a collector. I collect everything. Dishes, kick knacks, pillows, anything black and red, dolphins, grape stuff, books, blankets...and I always have. (barbies, troll dolls, purple iris stuff, stamps, M.C. Esher calendars)
I also obsessively clean and cull my stuff every few weeks. Except for the dolphins, grapes, and the dishes. The dolphins remain, but the dishes go in plastic containers in the garage until I get a bigger house with an actual china cabinet.

4. I'm not religious but I love Christmas. I like the decorations. I love the Christmas lights and the evergreen wreaths and the candy canes and nut crackers and Santa clauses and And AND!!

5. I've seemed to stay in touch with the majority of my high school friends, but I can't seem to hang on to very many friends I made in college. I don't know why that is. Seems like it would have been the other way around.

6. And finally...I have a "thing" for people with blue eyes and brown hair. It's an obsession really. My husband has blue eyes and brown hair. My dog is black with a blue eye. (I accept minor variations.)

OHHHHh SNAP!

2006-04-13T09:20:00.000-05:00

My coworker just shot me with a rubber band. IT HURT!
I was just sitting here minding my own business, working away, when this thing shoots past my head and hits my arm.
WTH?
lol....
Granted, it wasn't her fault. But man! It hurt!

I seriously think it was on purpose. She has it out for me. I just know it!

;)

WOUNDED! Can I go home? (With pay?)

Multitasking! The New Attention Getter!

2006-04-13T08:57:00.000-05:00

My dog...
Coal has developed the bad habit of biting my butt.
Yes...
I said my dog IS NOT ALLOWED to bite my butt.
Obediance school can NOT come fast enough!
(And yes... I do have teeth marks.)

My job...
I left my house at 5:45 this morning.
5:45!
At work by 6:30.
Yea me! I didn't oversleep!!

My life...
It's Easter this weekend. Gees...time flies.
What does Easter mean to me?
Packing!
HAH! Going home? Not hardly. Going to FL ... for work. lol...

Priorities! Priorities! Priorities!

Vow of Silence...

2006-04-12T11:17:00.000-05:00

I, Paige, do hereby take a vow of silence.
I swear to keep my big fat mouth shut no matter how bad I would like spew the longest string of curse words you've ever heard directly at your big fat head.
I swear to let you have your way in any circumstance.
I swear to obey all common laws of decency.
I swear to be kind and nod and smile in your general direction everytime you hurl an insult in that passive aggressive tone.
I swear to swear under my breath.
I swear!
I swear!

Paige, of Paige's Deep Thoughts

The never ending cold...

2006-04-11T08:20:00.000-05:00

I'm dying. Literally drowning in mucus. At first I thought it was allergies, then I thought it was the dog, then I thought I was actually sick....And Now! ... Now I think I just want to lie down on my couch and die and screw where it came from or what it is.

Sick Sucks!

You, oh dear internet reader say, "Paige where did your witty and insightful posts go?" And to that I say I am incapable of being creative and witty on antihistamines. I'll be creative and witty again when I can breathe through my nose for an extended period of time.

I hope I don't get fired.

2006-04-10T14:54:00.000-05:00

Conversation held over email at work after I sent my coworker/Boss a Blingo invitation:

Boss: "Have you won yet?"

Me: "Nope, but I haven't searched for anythign yet either. It only enters you in your top ten searches for the day.....so it says let it come naturally. Nothing has come naturally to me to search for though.

I guess doing my job is not inspiring. :/ "

I hope I'm not the only one who thinks that's humorous.

COAL VS. BOTTLE

2006-04-10T10:14:00.000-05:00

Coal found that her toy, "Ducky", is no where near as fun as chewing on a water bottle left over from yard work day. :/ Go figure!

Note: The red thing in pieces in the bottom right corner...that's my new vase that has already been broken. Coal "attacked" the vase not 5 seconds after running at full speed into the house. :/ I was not happy, 10$ down the drain (it was cheap and pretty), but I'm going to try and super glue it. :/

EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

2006-04-07T20:03:00.000-05:00

WE'RE BEING BLOWN AWAY!!
(hehe)

I guess it wasn't all talk!

Hi, My Name is_and I have/am _

2006-04-07T09:23:00.000-05:00

My name is Paige and today, I have a problem with salt intake.

I eat pretzels for breakfast (along with 6oz yogurt and a container of fruit) and now.....now....NOW.....

I'm licking the salt from the inside of the bag because I ate all the pretzels.

I NEVER do that!

It's sooooooo good though. I HATE salt....and it's sooooooooooooo good.

And now I have to stop, because it's horrible for you!

UHG.....

Tie your laces!

2006-04-06T14:46:00.000-05:00

This proves to keep me busy for untold amounts of time!

Tie your laces!

Fun times to come...

2006-04-06T10:23:00.000-05:00

Well, today is thursday, which means tomorrow is friday and the weekend. AGAIN! I'm looking forward to the weekend of course, it just seems like time goes so fast. The days, the weeks, the months. So fast. I'm hoping this weekend was as much fun as last weekend. I entered a poker tournament last Saturday night and I WON!! That's right folks. Me. Little ole female me WON! I was one of two girls playing. The guys were not happy with me. They were nice though. A very good time was had by all. Hopefully we'll be able to do that again soon.

Oh! Wait! We are. :) This saturday there is a charity poker event held at a local golf course. My husband entered me. Evidentally entering one poker tournament (with 18 people) and winning justifies me entering a larger event (25 people). Who knows. Hopefully it will be fun and entertaining and if it's not... it's still for a charity and that's fantastic. :)

Last night we started working on the yard. I'll try and get a picture tonight to show the progression. I planted a snowball bush, a redbud, some seeds, built a hanging basket, put down some dirt, weeded, and some yellow tree like bush thing that I can't remember the name of. Should be nice soon. I've got my pots out to plant something in and seeds ready to go along with some lillies and impatients (gotta get rid of some grass first though). We're going to extend our flower bed, which is actually just a shrub bed right now. I like flowers though. That seems to be the plan for this weekend though, if it doesn't rain. Put down more dirt, mow, plant, pot flowers. :) Should be fun. Then after that it's haircut time. YEA US. My husband and I are looking a little shaggy.

Well my little internet readers, what are your plans for the weekend? Doing anything interesting or boring? Boring sounds nice too. Nothing wrong with frozen dinners, box wine, and a tv. :)

Haircut time!

2006-04-05T14:31:00.000-05:00

This is the best picture I could find of my hair to date. It's medium, shoulder length dark hair which is curly but not tight curls.

:) I just scheduled a haircut for Saturday. How should I cut it?

Leave me pictures or links. :)

I need help!!

Time Change Blues...

2006-04-05T08:14:00.000-05:00

As I reluctantly joined the land of the living this morning...very reluctantly...I was being saranaded by my ~~very annoying~~ loving husband.
This morning's rendition included tracks such as:
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, It's the first of the month."
"Paigie is pantsless, Paigie is pantsless, Paigie is p-p-p-p-pants-less."
Followed by the remix, "Paige in pants!, Paige in pants!"
Along with many, many more butchard titles.
These are the tracks that are guarenteed to get a very annoyed wife out of bed, dressed, and in the car in record time.

That's all I have to say on that until the IV drip of coffee is hooked up to my arm.
I've already had a diet coke and obviously that's not doing it.

Hope everyone has an AWESOME day with tunes stuck in their heads. ;)
That's right, I'm EVIL!
"Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, It's the first of the month!"
HAH!

Sexy?

2006-04-04T08:44:00.000-05:00

100 UN sexiest Men
Courtesy The Phoenix:
1. Gilbert Gottfried: Rumor has it that Gilbert is the heir apparent to Uncle Milty when it comes to what he's packing, but that still can't save him. The parrot-voiced, pickled-face comic is to sexy what Kryptonite is to Superman.
2. Randy Johnson: If he couldn't throw a ball 100 miles per hour, Johnson would be wearing a wife beater and getting hauled into a squad car on Cops. Could you imagine the nights when he pitched to Otis Nixon?
3. Roger Ebert: Yes, he lost all that weight. Yes, you still wouldn't fuck him.
4. Dr. Phil: Being a know-it-all is never sexy. Being a know-it-all who is also a bald-headed prick is downright horrid.
5. Alan Colmes: Not really fair, since he's got to sit next to brown shirt-stud Hannity each night. But Colmes - lazy eye, unkept hair, droopy features - has a face made for radio. Pirate radio. Garr!!
6. Chad Kroeger: It's not just the massive head, weird face, and bad hair. It's also the fact that he's in Nickelback, the worst band since the dawn of music.
7. Mike Mills: You'd want to talk music with the bassist from REM. Sleep with? Not unless you're trying to get to Pete Buck.
8. Osama Bin Laden: Power is sexy (notice how Dick Cheney isn't on the list). But a 6'5", no-vertical-leap mass murdering douche bag is not getting any style points.
9. Jay Leno: "It would be like having sex with a banana, but not in a good way," was what one of our staffers remarked about the fruit-headed comic.
10. Don Imus: "It would be like having sex with an old leather bag, but not in a good way," was what the same staffer remarked about the bag of skin and bones.
11. Michael Jackson: What happens when an ugly JC Penny manequin has sex with Pogo, the clown identity of serial killer John Wayne Gacy.
12. Wallace Shawn: Even if you're attracted to his rounded dome, how can anyone get past that nasally lisp?
13. Mike D. of the Beastie Boys: We hate to do this. But the sickly looking Beastie "did it like this, did it like that, did it with a wiffle ball bat . . . because no one would want to get within three feet of him naked.
14. Richard Simmons: Words don't do it justice.
15. Jon Lovitz: Bald, annoying, unfunny, and hair in the all the wrong places. For all we know, he was running through the cast of League of Their Own. But we doubt it.
16. Carrot Top: Sheer obnoxiousness necessitates his placement on this list.
17. Jerry Seinfeld: This is for everyone who has ever yelled at the TV when Jerry brought home another model on Seinfeld.
18. Malcolm Gladwell: The Tipping Point.
19. Chevy Chase: He got unfunny with age. Then he got ugly.
20. Raffi: Maybe it's his proffession. But no one surveyed, man or woman, could think of any situation in which they would bed down with him.
21. Ron Howard: He was cute as Opie, passable as Richie, but now as Ron Howard, he's just plain weird-looking. Especially with a beard.
22. Clint Howard: Ron's younger, balder, and weirder-looking brother. Yes, weirder looking than Ron Howard.
23. Bill Gates: To quote Dana Carvey: "Gates apparently made a deal with the devil – 'You can have $60 billion, but you have to go through life looking like a turtle.'"
24. Paul Shaffer: The bic'd look does not work for everyone, plus he makes all those crazy faces while he plays.
25. Axl Rose: I mean . . . did you see the 2003 VMAs?
26. Tim Burton: He's got the Robert Smith hair coupled with a mighty hunch. Yet he's dating Helena Bonham Carter.
27. Edward James Olmos: Remember season one of South Park? When Kenny was a zombie, everyone assumed it was an Edward James Olmos costume. Wonder why.
28. Gerard Way (from My Chemical Romance): Luckiest dude since Ringo. Or at the very least, since D12.
29. Don Zimmer: The gerbil's got a massive, ivory-white noggin' that never did much thinking to begin with. Ask any Red Sox fan over 35.
30. Tony Kornheiser: Yes, calling sportswriters unattractive is like shooting fish in a barrel. But come on, he looks like your uncle.
31. Chris Kattan
32. Otis Nixon
33. Julian Tavarez
34. Christopher Lloyd
35. Willie McGee
36. Pat Cummings
3 7. Scottie Pippen
38. Larry David
39. Michael Moore
40. Al Franken: Too arrogant
41. Paris Latsis: Maybe not the worst-looking guy in the world, but, well, think about who was there first.
42. Rush Limbaugh: No doubt he will claim his placement on this list as a result of a media bias and not the fact that he's just butt-ugly
43. David Gest
44. Garey Busey: Those teeth would give anyone nightmares.
45. Nick Nolte: Busey's oddball partner in crime, but at least he had a career once.
46. Leif Garrett
47. Andy Dick: It's a trap!
48. Scott Stapp
49. Lyle Lovett
50. Ric Ocasek: Yes, we know who his wife is. And no, we don't care.
51. Bill Wyman
52. Danny DeVito
53. Peter Jackson
54. Drew Carey
55. Newt Gingrich
56. Rob Schneider
57. Ed O'Neil: We love ya, Ed, but sorry. There was a reason you never waited on any really hot girls at that shoe store.
58. Bill O'Reilly
59. Clay Aiken: This feels like a cheap shot, but even leaving aside the rumors about his personal life, he still looks like someone's bratty little brother.
60. Joe Lieberman
61. Jim Gaffigan: Pasty, goofy-looking comedians abound on this list.
62. Bill Maher: . . . Especially ones with poodle hair.
63. John Popper
64. Dennis Miller
65. John Madden: Those massive hands seem more frightening than anything. Boom!
66. Robert Englund: Seriously, try lying in bed next to him without thinking about Freddy Krueger.
67. Robert Patrick: Seriously, try lying in bed next to him without thinking about the T-1000
68. John Ashcroft
69. Joe Gannascolli
70. Kevin James: His TV marriage to Leah Remini on King of Queens is less believable than anything on Lost.
71. George Steinbrenner: Come on, we live in Boston, you knew it was coming.
72. Grady Little: Come on, we live in Boston, you knew it was coming.
73. Harvey Pekar
74. DJ Qualls: What's he weigh, like, 70 pounds? How much of that is grease?
75. Joey Buttafuoco
76. Garry Shandling
77. Meat Loaf Aday
78. Joe Walsh
79. Tom from Myspace: What, you gotta be everyone's friend? Isn't that a little needy? Not hot at all.
80. Art Garfunkel
81. Brian Posehn
82. Howie Mandel
83. Barry Bonds – If what his mistress told the authors of Game of Shadows is true, then no, you don't want any part of that
84. Dick Vitale – Call it a hunch, but we have a feeling that sex with Dickie V. would be anything but "awesome, baby."
85. Richie "La Bamba" Rosenberg
86. Jeff Van Gundy
87. Jimmy Johnson: It's the hair
88. John Clayton: How is this ESPN's top football guy?
89. Don Vito: I suppose we were never really supposed to know what Bam Margera's uncle looks like, but since we do, he has to be included.
90. Lemmy Kilmister: Sadly, the ravages of time have not been kind to him.
91. Hideki Matsui
91. Jose Canseco: "Every time I have tried to help a woman, I've been incarcerated," he famously said on The Surreal Life. You old charmer, you.
92. Bill Parcells: Especially when you see the photos of him in shorts at training camp
93. Ric Flair: To be the man – WOO! – you got to . . . do something about those man boobs!
94. Ralph Nader
95. Dennis Kucinich: Something about those progressives.
96. Horatio Sanz: Laughing at your own jokes is not sexy
97. Dom DeLuise
98. Emeril Lagasse
99. Kevin Federline: Mooching hicks aren't so hot these days.
100.Brad Pitt: He may look good, but if the rumors about his hygiene and BO issues are true, then he's probably not worth it.

Daydreaming of $$$...

2006-04-03T12:57:00.000-05:00

I had a fantastic weekend. It was awesome! I'll explain more on that later, but as for right now...I want to talk about this:

I want this!

I don't even want it because I like it.

I dont' like it.

I want it because everyone else has one and I want to be cool.

Childish?

Probably, but I don't care.

I want it! I want it! I want it!

Fun Friday!

2006-03-31T15:51:00.000-06:00

I love this!

I would do this! (oh yes I would)

Funny Story Time...

2006-03-30T22:57:00.000-06:00

That's right folks, it's time for another edition of the
stupid stuff my family does. :)

Last night my parents came down for ~~free computer work~~a visit. ~~As payment for computer services~~ My parents took my Husband and I out to dinner. As we were sitting around the table I was describing the god aweful stench that is my dog and my car. (Both of which will be washed this weekend.) My mom said that no matter how bad either smelled she could top it ~~of course~~. I will now describe the conversation from this point forward:
Mom: I have a story, but I haven't told Paige's Dad. *looks at my father* Don't be mad!
Me: Oh no.
Mom: My car had a very funny smell. I ignored it at first and then after a week or so it just got horrible. So, I decided to clean the car. I emptied all the trash out and gathered all the stuff on the seats and in the floor boards and dumped it in the trunk.
Me: So you didn't actually clean it, you just moved it around.
Mom: Yea, but the car "looked" cleaner.
Me: haha
Mom: But the smell didn't go away. It got worse! So I took the car to have it cleaned.
Me: Detailed?
Mom: No, cleaned.
Me: haha Of course.
Mom: The cleaners kept my car all day. I went to pick up my car and they told me they did everything they could but they couldn't get the smell out. I get in the car and it's a worse, perfumed version of the previous smell. I belived them though, they definately cleaned it. It was spotless, it just smelled really bad. I decided that maybe it would go away after it aired out for a while though so I drove it around another week or so.
Me: Hmmm....
Mom: So after three weeks I just couldn't take it anymore, I was dying. It smelled so bad. I decided that maybe it might be something in the trunk.
Me: Well, that is where you dumped all the stuff from the car. This went on for three weeks and you never looked in the trunk?
Mom: Why would I look in the trunk?
Me: Umm....'Cause your car stunk!
Mom: So I take everything out of the trunk and put it in the garage and as I empty the trunk I spot something. It's like a reddish white styrafoam looking thing.
Me: Oh GOD!
Mom: *hysterically laughing at this point* It was a thing of meat. Evidentally it had rolled out of my grocery bags after I went shopping and I never missed it.
Me: OH MY GOD! You had red meat rolling around in your trunk for THREE WEEKS!!!
Mom: YES! And can you believe that was the smell!
Me: *In my head* No shit Shirlock!
Mom: I took the meat out and the smell went away. haha
Me: Oh dear.

I mean, ewwwwwwwwwwwwww. That's all I have to say is ewwwwwwwwwwww! And people wonder why I am obsessive compulsive about things. I was raised in an environment that lets the smell of rotting meat go for THREE WEEKS! I mean, come on people, this is why I am the way I am. Perfect rotting meat example.

This story brought to you by my parents, the ones who fall asleep at redlights after eating Molly Moo's ice cream. (But that's a different story for another day.)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh!!

2006-03-30T08:47:00.000-06:00

Oh, I'm so excited. We have a new Renter.

Everybody look! Over there!

It's LUCY!!

Lucy is awesome. She has the best blog ever and you should definately go visit her. :) So, go now!!!Tell her Paige sent you!

Time to say goodbye!

2006-03-29T10:33:00.000-06:00

It's time to say goodbye to my tenant. It's her time to move on. Hopefully you'll visit her one last time though. She was a great roomie.

Syndicate!

2006-03-28T19:49:00.000-06:00

That's right folks! I now have feeds for all versions of RSS and Atom. I also have an email form to sign up to receive emails of the feed. :) YEA!
(Like you care! j/k Please care, I think it's cool. )

While you are here though, be sure to stop by my renter's house. It's her Anniversary!

Moral Dilema ...

2006-03-28T09:05:00.000-06:00

4 Points of Interest for My Night Last Night

1st thing this morning I have received an email from my Mother. In this email my mother wanted me to ask my hubby about RSS Feeds. I admitted to her that I knew what they were. Now, here's the dilema... do I admit WHY I know what they are with the off chance that she has the ability to find my blog? Ok, not only to find, but to READ MY BLOG!! I'm not real keen on that option. I think that I will tell her I read a lot. She'll buy that. (for about 5 seconds before she begins her google search for "Paige's Blog") UHG! It wouldn't be so bad though...right?

I found the allergen source of yesterday's contempt. MY CAR!! My house is very clean compared to some houses because dirt angers me, but my car...I never clean my car. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing in the seats or the floor board. It's empty. Just FILTHY! I have a feeling that after last night's febreeze frenzy I will have to clean the actual car. Vacuum and stuff.

Last night I spilled an entire bowl of RED salsa on my WHITE carpet. Husband knew how bad I felt and was so disturbed by my bipolar yelling session with myself that he scrubbed and scrubbed to get the stain up. We're talking vacuuming, resolving, scrubbing. Nothing. I have a 4ftX4ft red spotted stain right outside my kitchen. I'm freaking thrilled.

Yesterday at work I poured an ENTIRE cup of HOT coffee on my desk, legs, and keyboard. :( It had a TON of French vanilla creamer in it, which equals BAD stink about 3. Coal wouldn't even come near me.

Appologies...

2006-03-27T08:59:00.000-06:00

I have a confession.

I've been blaming the dog for my allergies. This morning... I woke up... sick!

Uhg. I almost wish it was the dog. Stupid Hot/ Cold, Hot/ Cold weather. Freaking kills me.
So yea, go see my renter, she's cool and she talks about walking on water, which is awesome.
Check out my doggie video cause I love her and she's pretty.
Leave me a comment!

I'm lonely today all alone in my lonely little office.

Coal's Debut

2006-03-26T21:17:00.000-06:00

This is my attempt at using YouTube.

New Tennant, just flew in from Outer Space!

2006-03-24T11:51:00.000-06:00

Don't anger my new renter or she may beam you up to her space ship! The little green martians come out all over her site as truths from unknown territories. So, sit back, enjoy my site, then visit hers and partake of a martini and a martian.

It's the WEEKEND FOOLZ!

2006-03-24T09:56:00.000-06:00

That's right! How excited am I, that I ....get to leave work....at 1. That's right, you heard me ...1. YEA ME!! I can't wait. No clue what we're going to do, but that's alright with me. I'm thinking go home and play with doggie dog. She's been deprived lately of affection. (yea right)

Everyone have a great weekend!

How do you spell DORK in L33t speak?

2006-03-23T10:36:00.000-06:00

omfgimsortgnofintish

:) haha

My husband has too much free time!

You Can't Go Back....Or Can You?

2006-03-23T09:55:00.000-06:00

I tend to be one of those people whose lives revolves around cliches. I like cliches. They're comforting. Always there, always fitting for any situation, and easily accessed. One particular cliche that came around last night was "you can't go back" and also "you can never go home again." Both varieties found in the "graduated college now what" crowd. (Primarily in the 22-30 age range. And YES! I said 30! Engineering schools are hard and require more than 4 years no matter what anyone tells you!)

I'm going to break away from this completely serious and heartfelt blog entry for a moment to tell you internet readers that I just sucked coffee... HOT coffee ... up my nose and down into my lungs and I'm choking. Everytime I think I've got it under control, that's right! ... another choking session. GAWD! Don't my lungs know that I'm in an office with other people who don't want to hear me dying slowly.

*cough* *cough* (hacks up lung is literal translation)

I don't believe you can go back, but can you begin again? Is it possible to regain the close, deep, comforting friend relationships that you once had with friends after a long seperation? If you can, will it be dull in comparison to your past experiences with them? Would it be purely a recount of past experiences and emotions? Is it possible to rebuild and have new experiences and emotions and make new memories to be recounted at a later time?

I have no answer to the majority of these questions, but all of me hopes that good, new, exciting experiences can come from past friendships given a new coat of paint. "You make friends, you grow up and people move away" is a common cliche, but when those friends move back...well, I guess you just thank your lucky stars and take your second chance to make it the best time ever. (Only expecting and knowing that it won't last forever this time.)

*Raises coffee cup to the internet*

I propose a toast to new friendships. May we grow closer than we have ever been before. And may we remember what we had and appreciate it with all our hearts. Cheers to the old friends that made the move, the ones who haven't, the ones that will, and to the ones coming home.

Horror Scope...

2006-03-23T08:40:00.000-06:00

Your Thursday Horoscope Paige!

Secrets you have been keeping are holding you back from popularity. While you need not lead a transparent lifestyle, a little less mystery could go a long way toward making people understand, and appreciate, the real you.

I have secrets? I want to be popular? I don't lead a transparent lifestyle? Mystery is alluring right? And do I care if people understand me?

The "real me" is giving the big middle finger to the "secret me." "Secret me" is pissed!

4paige

2006-03-22T15:25:00.000-06:00

Spray Paint Skillz

by Husband

All Today Has To Offer....Humor

2006-03-22T12:56:00.000-06:00

"lol jeans are like tigers very ellusive so its best not to go lookin for them just wait till u get lucky and run across a pair when u don't expect it
and shoot!"

My Dog Won't Have Fleas...

2006-03-21T15:19:00.000-06:00

No parvo here folks, just one common everyday case of the worms. After a 200$ vet bill and one cranky, shot-ridden dog, Husband is on his way home. Doggy Dog also got her next round of shots, some sort of flea thing, and antibiotics for her worms. The vet said her distemper shot would give her a maltemper. NICE! As if she wasn't biting us enough, NOW she's going to be irritable. YEA! Between Husband's ~~long~~ horrible night's sleep and the dog's troubles I imagine I'm in for one hell of an evening.

Can't wait...

Nothing But The Second Best For My Family...

2006-03-21T13:44:00.000-06:00

As I type my husband is on his way to the vet with Coal. Not the vet we had originally agreed upon, but the vet down the street from our house with the ragged yard, broken windows, vet in the basement type establishement. High class of course. Hopefully Coal doesn't have Parvo and hopefully it won't cost both Hubby's and my arms and legs. I really didn't expect her to be ill this soon in our relationship. I figured that would come much later.

Like I said... Nothing but the best in this household!

My Baby's Sick

2006-03-21T09:11:00.000-06:00

Coal is pooing blood. :( It appears as though Husband is going to take her to the vet now. :( I hope she's alright. Her first doctor's visit without me. Probably for the best...

With Age Comes Wisdom Cynicism...

2006-03-20T10:45:00.000-06:00

Are people generally self serving? Are humans truly geared only to survive and take care of number one? Is it their instinct to make themselves priority one? Mothers would say no, but does that then make mothers priority two? Would a mother say "ok, I'd do anything for my child, but after that I'll do anything to make myself succeed and prosper even at the cost of a another human being's feelings or life." I used to think that humans were primarily good people, seeking at all costs how best to help each other while not endangering any other humans. As I grow older my prospective changes. Humans, I believe, could quite possibly have been born completely evil and choose whether to sucomb to this feelings or grow beyond their instincts and hold concern for others. Parents can be held partly responsible for this "choice," but ultimately each individual must choose for themselves whether or not they want to be evil, vindictive, even deadly or NOT.

I hope I don't ever have to hear the comment, "I hope he dies while I'm in town. That way I can go ahead and go to the funeral" again.

Moral of the story...Looking out for number one can often be deadly to others.

BYE BYE

2006-03-18T22:00:00.000-06:00

I'd like to say thank you to my past renter, Southern Gal Goes North. Be sure to visit her again. New Renter coming soon! Welcome them with open arms. :)

DON'T FORGET!

2006-03-17T16:45:00.000-06:00

Be sure to stop by my renter's place, A Southern Gal Goes North. She's got a cute lil poem there waiting on you. ;)

Puppies = Happiness

2006-03-17T13:20:00.000-06:00

and just like that all my hostility is gone...

PUPPY WARS

My puppy kicks your puppy's ass!

One of those weeks...

2006-03-17T09:29:00.000-06:00

This has definately been one of those weeks. The weeks where you just wonder why you even bothered to get out of bed. Don't get me wrong, every part involving the dog or my husband has been a ton of fun...everything else...not really bad, but definately not good. Ok, Mainly I guess it was just tuesday, wednesday and thursday, just because it was irritating.

Tuesday, some friends of ours emailed to tell us that their child was diagnosed with cerebral palsy. Heartbreaking really. (All I'm going to say on that right now.) Then tuesday night, we had to go out to the Green to get the dog house from the Rent-In-Laws. So, we borrow a car from a girl who has become our friend but is not really an old, I know you better than most, kind of friend. (None of our other friends, the I know you better than most friends, were willing to let us borrow a vehicle or go out to the Green with us. And no, Allis, this isn't directed at you. You asked why I didn't ask you, then offered, then told me you were busy for the rest of the week, which is fine. Then you blew off our "girl's night" to sit at home and play poker with the boys, that kinda sucks. :) BUT, Like I said, completely not directed at you.) BUT, it wouldn't fit, so back to town we go at 11:00 at night because Hubby didn't get out of class till 9 and we had to have Rent-In-Law visitation time. The doghouse won't fit in an suv and requires a flatbed truck. Husband and I are out of options, so the Puppy's just been sleeping in the bathroom. Which is fine. Coal may never have a dog house, but we'll worry about that next winter. :) After we returned the car to our friend, we hung out for a while with her and her boyfriend (who is an old friend) and chatted. Good time had by all... or so I thought.

Wednesday, was completely great till about 9. At 9 my phone rings. Another of my, I know you better than most, friends. I actually did know her better than most though. We're talking high school friends, college roommates, lesbian lovers, the works basically. Hadn't talk to her in about a year and a half after she left town in the middle of the night, not bothering to tell any of her "I know you better than most friends." (Including her live in (then) bf/fiance' who is also a good friend of mine (Commenter Chad) or myself.) I called Christmas, but it didn't go well. Regardless, it was an ackward phone call. And...it seems... she hasn't changed. Which is sad. Because I love her and I want her to be happy, but part of me believes that she never will be. And I don't even begin to know why she's like she is. I have guesses, but what difference does it make at this point. It's got to be one of the hardest things on earth to watch someone crash and burn repeatadly and be helpless to control their actions, to stop them.

Thursday. My car died. Then my car restarted, I went to buy jeans. No luck. Then my car died again!! Stupid, stupid !@##@@$^@$% I'll refrain from the explicit language I would prefer to use. At 9 Hubby left to go play poker, which is fine. BUT the earful he caught at poker about my stupid mouth (which I told a friend JOKINGLY! something and it has completely gotten back to the entire group of friends), that won't happen again. And evidentally our friends that we hung out with tuesday are mad because of something. Who knows. I can't keep up with that crowd and who's mad at who. Especially this week, basically I'm just too preoccupied with the baby having cerebral palsy and my manic depressive friend to worry about crappy childish he said/she said BS. I mean, get over it, like they never say anything that's even remotely rude, selfish, arrogant, or annoying. And to go through my husband. Sounds like to me it was a "get your woman in line, man" kind of comment and I DON'T PLAY LIKE THAT!

So yea, I'll take my "Doesn't Play Well With Others" shirt now and wear it with pride. :)

Happy St. Patty's Day

2006-03-16T23:18:00.001-06:00

Too Funny, In honor of St. Pat's

Good Fourtune...

2006-03-16T12:55:00.000-06:00

"Live, think, and act for today,

tomorrow may be too late."

As seen on my fortune cookie at lunch.

Such wise words for such a small cookie.

2006-03-16T11:25:00.000-06:00

You entered: 3/8/1981
Your date of conception was on or about 15 June 1980 which was a Sunday.
You were born on a Sundayunder the astrological sign Pisces.Your Life path number is 3.
Life Path Compatibility:You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 & 9.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 2, 5 & 11.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 4, 7, 8 & 22.
The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2444671.
5.The golden number for 1981 is
6.The epact number for 1981 is 24.
The year 1981 was not a leap year.
Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/5/1981 and ending 1/24/1982.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Rooster.
The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 19 April 1981.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 26 April 1981.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 4 March 1981.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 7 June 1981.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 14 June 1981.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Tuesday, 29 September 1981.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Sunday, 19 April 1981.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 3 March 1981.

As of 3/16/2006 12:22:48 PM EST
You are 25 years old.You are 300 months old.
You are 1,305 weeks old.You are 9,139 days old.
You are 219,348 hours old.You are 13,160,902 minutes old.
You are 789,654,168 seconds old.
Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.57690802348337 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)
There are 357 days till your next birthdayon which your cake will have 26 candles.
Those 26 candles produce 26 BTUs,or 6,552 calories of heat (that's only 6.5520 food Calories!) .You can boil 2.97 US ounces of water with that many candles.

In 1981 there were approximately 3.6 million births in the US.
In 1981 the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.
In 1981 in the US there were 2,438,000 marriages (10.6%) and 1,219,000 divorces (5.3%)In 1981 in the US there were approximately 1,990,000 deaths (8.8 per 1000)
In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.
In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.

Your birthstone is Aquamarine The Mystical properties of Aquamarine
Aquamarine is often used to experience love and mercy. It is said to help ease depression and grief.Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)
Jade, Rock Crystal, BloodstoneYour birth tree is Weeping Willow, the Melancholy
Beautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner.

There are 284 days till Christmas 2006!There are 297 days till Orthodox Christmas!

The moon's phase on the day you wereborn was waxing crescent.

Wanna Try?

Interesting Concepts...

2006-03-15T09:02:00.000-06:00

3 out of 12 of the American Idol contestants are not religious, ie not Christian. That's an interesting concept. And my deep thought? ... Why is that?... And is this a representation of America as a whole? ... 1/6 of the population is not religious (Christian)? ... time to contemplate.

Paige's Deep Thoughts

As of 4:45...

New House!

The Green Girl

Knoxville Craft Mafia

I did it!

Couples Dating..."Not Swingers!"

bloggity blog blog

Can you say... "Hiatus" ?

I've Been Found!

The best flickr out there...

My Bed, The Hotel Room...

I'm baaaaaaaacccccck!

My dog, The Graduate!

Allis's Birthday Painting

PopArtPaige

Movies and Makeouts

I sure hope so...

Never a dull moment...

The Coolest Thing EVER!

Slackerific! (Not so slackerific!)

Where the hell is my muse?

Back to the daily grind...

I <3 HH!

Prepare yourself, this is going to be a long one.

My Crowes Nest

Coke Tabs...

Fun Friday!

Two Twisted Sisters

I WAS TAGGED!

Vacation Time...Sort of.

Girl, You'll be a woman soon...

I'm copyright infringing AGAIN!

It's the WEEKEND folks!

Roxor My Soxors... AGAIN!!

Rock My Soxs!

Scary and Damaged

Monday....I mean....Tuesday's Thoughts

New Renter

Friday's Random Bits

Injuries of Unknown Origin...

KT Tunstall, I LOVE this song!

Information Overlaod...

Hindrances...

Pictures from Sandestin...

Fighting...for peace!

Totally need to actually be working...

I <3 vacations!

Day off??!!

My Husband tried to kill me again...

Elevator's and their personalities.

Well...I'm back.

Let the adventure begin...

Meme #2

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you...

SO MUCH TO DO!!

Oh NO!

Me me me me...Oppps...Meme Meme Meme

Yard work, egg dying, and laundry...

Fun Friday! = Six Things

OHHHHh SNAP!

Multitasking! The New Attention Getter!

Vow of Silence...

The never ending cold...

I hope I don't get fired.

COAL VS. BOTTLE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Hi, My Name is___and I have/am ___

Tie your laces!

Fun times to come...

Haircut time!

Time Change Blues...

Sexy?

Daydreaming of $$$...

Fun Friday!

Funny Story Time...

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh!!

Time to say goodbye!

Syndicate!

Moral Dilema ...

Hi, My Name is_and I have/am _