Yes, I am totally bored.  I have nothing to do really.  I have no life.  I need a life.

There is a lot of things that I could be doing but I just don't feel like it I guess.  Like my daughter's dollhouse that I could be putting together.  But I have until June to get it done so that really is not a top prority.  And I finished putting together the little bags for her class's party tomorrow.  I guess I could go take out  the trash.  Hmm.....naw.  It'll be there in a few hours.  And I still have no idea what to make for dinner.  I just don't feel like making it really.  But that is the one thing that my "lease" stipulates that I do.  Or I might have to actually start paying rent.  Of course that would mean I would need to get a job which would mean I need to start looking in the paper for a job which would mean I need to find a babysitter which would require that I had money.  So that is not happening.

Did you ever notice that when you absolutely bored that the weirdest things start popping into your head?

And there is also nothing good on tv.  And even the movies that you own aren't that interesting to watch.  Including the movies that you own that you haven't seen yet.  I have like ten movies that I haven't seen yet.  I really should watch them sometime. 

Lately the news in the Middle East has not been good.  And for those of you living a sheltered existance let me remind you what is happening:  The Muslim community is outraged by a depiction of the prophet Muhammad in a Dutch editorial cartoon.  Now I have not personally seen this cartoon but I am thinking that it is not a good depiction.  And it is against their religious beliefs that the Prophet Muhammad is not depicted in any way. 

Now I can sympathize why they are very angry.  They see this as a very big insult to their religion.  And to top it off there has been numerous other bad depictions as well.  The French even put this controversial depiction on the front page of their newspaper.  If I remember correctly they have a rather large Muslim community right in their back yard.  It is like they are trying to purposely tick off someone.    Way too go French.  (idiots)

There are people out there that are probably thinking "What is the big deal?  So your prophet was in a cartoon."  For those of you thinking that think about this:  How would you feel if the major figure in your religion was depicted in a bad light?  What if it had been someone like Jesus or Buddha or someone along those lines?  How would you feel then?  Not so good?  Would you feel like throwing something too and protesting?

Some people need to start to realize that their religion is not the only religion.  There are dozens of other religions out there.  And when they are thinking about making fun of a religious prophet they should stop and think....if it was their religious prophet someone else was making fun of, how would they feel?

I totally have not shared my good news with you people.

An essay that I wrote is being published!  (Me doing another happy dance!)
This is exciting for me.  Out of the over seven thousand that were submitted, mine was one of the less than two percent that were chosen to be published.  Now I have a shot at a scholarship!  (Still doing that happy dance!!)

I am one step closer to going to London.  I have booked my hotel room and it is awesome.  It is right near Hyde Park.  Check it out for yourselves:

http://www.abbeycourthotel.com/abbeycourt/index.shtml

So all I need now is to just pick which flight I want to take.  I found one with     layovers in Iceland and Amsterdam.  That is the one I should pick, right?  Or should I have a layover in Dublin?

Of course if I was even semismart I would have gotten airline tickets first.  Not totally smart.

And I need my passport.

Three cheers for me!

Thanks so much to my nana (that would be my mother's mother for all those that don't know what that word means) I get to go to London!!!!  I am so excited.  I can hardly wait.  It will be so cool.  I am so looking forward to this. 

This is the best.

I am doing a little happy dance over here!

So I haven't written in my blog in a few days.

Now I did.

It has been done.

Now what?

It's just one of those days I guess.  I don't really feel like doing much.  I got out of my pjs before new today!! Yesterday was laundry day so I decided to just lounge around my house in pjs all day.  Why get more clothes dirty?

So back to how shitty my day is.  First, I can hardly sleep at night.  And when I finally do get to sleep it is morning and my alarm clock is telling me to get my ass out of bed.  Shit alarm clock.  I hit the wrong button on the fucker and ended up sleeping in way too late.  Even my daughter slept in (which is not good really but she doesn't have school today so I guess that is alright.) and I had to fight with her to get out of bed.  I realize that I have so much crap to do today that I just don't feel like doing.  My dog is annoying the crap out of me by not listening.   Think that he is going deaf or just doesn't give a shit about what I am saying.   Bastard dog.  But I love him anyway.  I have a headache.  I think that reading all these blogs with the different colors is making it worse.  But reading other people's dramas makes me realize why there is so many drugs to take.  I haven't had my daily four cups of coffee yet.  Probably another reason why I feel so bitchy.

There is a cop sitting in his freaking SUV outside of my house.  What the hell does he want?

The  weather sucks too.  I hate it.  This is suppose to be January.  A cold month right?  Not in F-ing Kansas.  It is like 52 degrees out side.  It sucks!! I want it to snow.  I want it to at least be cold.  I hate this crap weather we have.

I have been so freaking bored lately too.  I was a dumb ass and forgot when classes up on Fort Riley started and missed the deadline to sign up.  Damnit!!!  Now I have nothing to fill my time with.  So I painted the stairs to the basement (where my room is) all day on Saturday.  I have been looking at the doll house that I still need to put together.  I am waiting for the child to go to school so she doesn't bug me when I do this. 

The damn tornado sirens are going off.......must be noon. 

I live in such a weird town...

Okay, enough complaining for one day.  I may come back later and write more in my blog.  Maybe it will be a happier one. 

Back by popular demand the frog is back on the main photo.  He is much more interesting than me anyway!!

So let's see if I can drop a couple into this weblog so you can see more of the mini-adventure of the strange frog!!

And no.  If you want to see more of the frogs look in my photos!


And my brother will be mad at me if I don't say that he is the one that went around taking the frogs pictures everywhere.  So I gave credit where credit is due.

Okay, I have been waiting for my financial aid letter to come in.  It has been like weeks since I filled out the forms and everything.  I swear I had to fill out close to a hundred forms.  Okay maybe that is an exageration....more like 98.  This wasn't all at once either.  They kept sending me form after form after form.  I had to keep filling out the same damn forms too.  Why exactly do you need a repeat of the same form?  Did you lose one of the fifty that I filled out?  So, after all that bullshit I get a letter today (a week after the deadline to sign up for classes to by the way) stating that I didn't get the financial aid because of some sort of bullshit like I had some kind of defaulted loan.  What?  I paid off my last student loan I had, like, six years or so ago.  Okay, I didn't exactly pay it on time, but  damnit  I did pay it.  What kind of bullshit is this?  How the hell am I suppose to further my education if I can't afford to go to fucking school with out some sort of government help?  They all want us to better ourselves and get out in the community and become productive citizens in society.  Yet when a single mother can't get the goddamn support that she needs because of one small missed payment they are going to say "No you can't go to school and better yourself".  Do they expect me to not get a job and just sit on my ass at home all day on welfare.  Fuck that bullshit!

Hey, man, thanks for giving me the little tip about firefox.  Now I can do all sorts of things with my blog.

So, I was at the gas station the other day doing what you normally do at gas stations (getting a cappaccino of course) when I noticed something that seemed to me a little odd.  The emergancy shut off for the gas is on the building side.  Now that I think about it, most emergancy shut off switches are on the sides of the buildings.  Okay, so here is the situation: You are minding your business, pumping your gas into your piece of crap car, when there is some sort of spark (cell phones, spark caused by static electricity, whatever).  The gas fumes catch fire and shoot into your car and up into the handheld pumping device.  This causes this big huge raging fire.  (Gas is highly flamable in case you missed something in your high school chemistry class)  Now, your car is on fire and so is the handle that you were holding.  And wait!  It appears that those gas fumes also caught your hand on fire too!  (Bastard gas fumes!)  You are screaming your head off and doing the smart stop-drop-and-roll technique that you had drilled into your head since you were five and now have a good use for it.  This is a crowded gas station and there are probably five or six other drivers pumping their gas too.  None of them has bother to help you at all.  Infact they are just staring at you wondering if someone else is going to help or if they will have to stop doing what they are doing and dirty their hands in an attempt to put out the gas fire that is now starting to consume the sweater that your grandmother gave you last Christmas.  (Because you did that stop drop and roll technique in a gas station for Christsakes which, if you ever noticed the ground around the cars, is full of spilt gas droplets and you are bound to get some on to your clothes).  There are even customers on the inside of the store wondering what exactly they are doing.  They are inside sipping on their frozen slushies thinking that this is probably the best place to be.  Even the clerks are staring at the whole unfolding drama with this blank expression on their faces.  Then suddenly one remembers that they are suppose to be helping you poor burning sap.  So, what do they do?  They pull out this thick ass folder from behind the counter and search through it to find out what to do if a customer is on fire.  Someone says it is in the back while another insist that it is somewhere up in the front of the book.  (Turns out there is no section on how to extinguish a burning customer.) Finally one of the other gas pumpers remembers that there is a shut off switch somewhere on the building.  She (because it will probably the only woman out there and we know that we are all brilliant) will run over to it and realize that it is incased in some sort of weird plastic casing that must have been designed by a man to resist fire.  Meanwhile, the flames have reached deep into the holding tanks that are buried somewhere underground.  The gases there all catch fire and there is a massive explosion.  (Big boom!)  This makes the glass in the surrounding building in almost a two mile radius shatter, including the building where those slushie sucking fools are standing where they thought they would be safe.  Everyone in next to the pumps all die horrible firey deaths except you because you managed keep rolling in a vain attempt to put out the sweater fire and was nearly a mile away when the blast occured and the smart woman who tried to hit the shut off valve.

So, shouldn't the shut off valve be closer to the pumps? 

The human spieces is going to hell in a hand basket. I have come to realize why no intellegent alien spieces has come to this planet. Who would want to? I mean, have you seen some of the crap that we are putting out in space? You know what they are probably doing actually...The aliens are sitting on the far side of the moon and picking up all of the television and radio broadcast that we are putting out there. They are watching all these shows (their favorite being CSI:) and thinking "What the fuck is going on down there? There is no way in hell I am going down there. I have seen what it is like." Plus we can't even get along with each other. How the hell are we suppose to get along with a whole other spieces?

I have got to be one of the bravest mother of all times. Or the stupidest, take your pick. My daughter (who is four and a half) is getting a doll house for her birthday. And it is not one of those that are for like Malibu Barbie or shit like that. No. This is one of those wooden assemble yourself types. The kind that is suppose to last for generations. (At least that is what it says on the box and instruction pamplet) So I when I first looked at it I thought it would be a peice of cake. No problem. I would have it assembled in, like, a week. Then I started working on it. I must have been high when I thought it would be a piece of cake. It is going to take a rocket scientist to put this stupid thing together. They say on the instructions that I only have to use glue and this will hold up for years. Right. They don't know my child. Hello! Children are going to be playing with it! I have to use brad nails in the thing. I have only assembled the base of it and have already cracked the wood. And my daughter has been asking me every day when she can have the house. It is her birthday present. And that is not until June. So, she may get the house by then. But the way things are going with it.. It may be out on the curb for the trashman to collect by next week. Bastard house!

This is an actual Geary County Sheriff Department incident report that was printed out in the Junction City Daily Union on January 6, 2006: 5:21 p.m., Interstate 70, mile post 309, information for officer. A spatial anomaly was reported in the vicinity. Subject reported a low-flying 747 that was hanging motionless in the air. Kansas Highway Patrol checked with the Federal Aviation Administration. No unusual activity was reported in the Geary County rectangle.

(Okay, so maybe they are not really new resolutions, but more like updated old ones.) I have decided that I am going to strive to get out there more and do more. I am going to keep up writting in my blog and let everyone know how much my life really sucks. I am not going to let months go by without emailing, calling, or talking to my friends. Especially the ones that live in the same town (shame on me). I am going to improve myself inside and out. Maybe to start with I will change my hair color back to its natural color. Then again, I hate my natural hair color. That is why there is so many boxes on the shelves. I want to keep up my great grades in school and get my associates degree in History by the end of the year. I want to have a nice clean room with the clothes put inside the dresser instead of on top of it. (They are folded but they just can't seem to get inside those drawers) I want to see if I can publish one of my stories (which goes with the next resolution). I want to finish a short story instead of stopping it half way through. I am going to take down the Christmas decorations before the end of January. (But hey at least the lights aren't on at night any more) And to finish it off... I want to keep being as real as possible!

Man, I hate having to write essay. They are so boring. Right now I am suppose to be working on two of them. No fun let me tell you. They are both due on Sunday so I need to get my ass in gear but I just can't seem to motivate myself. Only one is on an interesting topic: Rasputin. The other is on the fall of the Eastern bloc. (Insert big yawn!) Everything is spread out in front of me, waiting for me to at least look at them. Work is open so that I can eventually type it up. Screw it. It'll be there tomorrow.

It seems that the Christian fanatics are up in arms about the use of the word 'holiday' in store windows and displays. They are boycotting stores that will not replace it with the word 'christmas'. Maybe we should tell them that they are not the only ones that celebrate during this time of year. And they are not the only ones that are buying presents during this season. Many many religious groups are celebrating some form of holiday. So to encompass all of these groups the stores are using the words "Happy Holiday" and "Seasons Greetings" and some other phrasing that captures all of the celebrations. They are covering all their bases. As someone who is not christian I do not see the big deal in those phrases. Who cares if they don't put up Merry Christmas. Get over it, you Christian fanatics! Unless you forgot there are dozens of other religions. You are not the only ones out there! I think that this whole thing is actually a little childish. Maybe that we should remind the Christians that Jesus was not actually born this time of year. Infact he was born around the spring time (about April 6th). Because sheppards, no matter where there are, do not take their flocks out to pasture during the winter. And it gets pretty cold in that area of the globe in the winter time. It does snow. And the reason why the celebration was move to this time of year was so that the early christians would not be persecuted. The "pagan" (I hate that word really. It makes that group sound so uncivilized) holiday was around thousands of years before Christmas was even thought of.

I will probably do a lot of these actually...

The title is things that piss me off.  Well here are a few things that are at the very top of the list.

So, yesterday I was rakeing the leaves from my front lawn and it got me thinking.....What is the point?  There are still, like, a half a dozen trees in my neighborhood that still have not finishing dropping their leaves.  I am doing all this hard work for nothing.  And there really wasn't a point because there are still leaves everywhere.  As I am rakeing up the leaves more just kept falling on the area I just cleaned.  I thought about throwing down the rake and just giving up.  Then of course my daughter started to whine about the leaf-pile I promised to make her.  So I continued to rake up the freaking leaves.  She provided her "expert assistance" as only children can.  This is also known as getting in my way as much as possible and hindering me.  But eventually I got it all done and we had a reasonably good size leaf-pile.  It was only about two feet high but hey, it made the kid happy.  She spent a good hour jumping in and having me re-rake it so she can dive in again.  But it worked for her and it was a nice bit of exersice for me