Listening to: �Suga Suga� by Baby Bash featuruing Frankie J
Sorry if I offended anyone by the other entry. But it�s kind of true. A lot of people pick things from the bible that suit their interests or causes and ignore the rest. I�m just sayin!
Another weekend Poof!�gone, like that. How come time can�t fly during the workweek is what I want to know. I think I need to write my congresswoman about it already.
Friday I was pretty tired from the workweek. I ended up doing some basic housework and I was pooped afterwards. Have I mentioned that between Jackie and the dog I�m going friggin nuts and there�s no such thing as quiet in my house anymore.
I tried to watch �Joan of Arcadia� and part of �Tru Calling�, which sadly, sort of bored me. I love, love, LOVE Eliza Dushku! But �Tru Calling� has some bad writing in it. Even adorable Eliza, her supreme lusciousness, cannot save that show.
Saturday we (Jackie and I) were supposed to have plans with Lisa and Jake to go to the park, but a cold front came through in the morning, thus rendering the day useless, cold and frigid.
It took all of my energy to just get the house clean enough so that I wouldn�t be embarrassed if they came over. Then, I talked to Lisa later and we were invited over for a barbecue at her place instead.
I wasn�t sure how the day was going to go so I didn�t commit to it even though I really wanted to. Jackie and I did take Toby to the park. We did walk, but only � mile. My left foot has been bothering me and was swollen a bit so I didn�t feel like doing a complete mile.
Bad me.
We didn�t end up going to Lisa�s because Jackie wanted a manicure done with her birthday money, so we went to the nail salon. We love Famous Nails. Everyone there is so nice and professional.
I got a full set of (girly pink, hee!) nails put on while Jackie had her manicure. She picked blue glitter polish.
She was such a big girl and I was so surprised. She didn�t misbehave one single time and there was no embarrassment for me to suffer. I was so proud of her. She really is growing up.
It was late when we got out of there about 7. We were ravenous by now so Jackie wanted to go to Denny�s for dinner. We hadn�t eaten since breakfast. I was tired but didn�t feel like cooking either so Denny�s sounded all right with me. Sometimes I feel a little guilty that we eat out so much, but we order as nutritious as we can. I�m just not a domestic goddess, sue me.
After we ate, Jackie decided that she wanted to take a slice of cherry cheesecake home. I thought about it and said to myself that she never asks for dessert so this would be okay.
Unfortunately, this is the same child who will order a Bacon Cheeseburger and eat only the bacon. Or worse, a Bacon Egg and Cheese sandwich and only eat the bacon. Or, she�ll order a taco and eat everything out of the middle and leave the empty shell.
Ms. Thing ate the cherries off the cheesecake, that�s all. Sigh. Me and Mr. Sweatpants later halved the cheesecake. We�re such wimps, slaves to our bodies who wantonly covet a child�s dessert. Shame on us for being such pigs.
Jackie told me it was the �funnest� day she could remember. Aww!
We went home and cleaned Jackie�s filthy room. We also had yet another talk about cleaning up after the dog. When he has an accident, she doesn�t like to clean it up. Then the poo gets hard, and then it wants to stick to the carpet. Eww. Gross.
Sunday I was tired again. This is getting to be a pattern, dang it. Jackie and I rounded up the laundry and we were off.
I was okay at the Laundromat until some smart alek Evangelical Christian man (not to offend anyone) came inside. I�m minding my own business when this Gibroni pops up in there and says:
�Did any of ya�ll go to church this morning?� I knew where this was going so I ignored him. Dude wasn�t even there to do laundry! He was getting change for the carwash next door. However, he now looked directly at me and asked me if I heard him.
Playing stupid I asked, �What did you say?� and he repeated the question. I told him coldly, �No� and he says, �Oh, I guess you AIN�T a Christian then?�
I left my favorite laundry place, over on Broadway, because of an another Evangelistic Apostolic butt hole that felt free to make judgments about me, someone he didn�t even know.
I just threw a death stare at him and said, �I�m not here to discuss religion with anybody,� but of course he had to play victim and say, �All right, all right! I was just simply askin�. Don�t be mad at me!� but I ignored him. I don�t like people or Churches that feel it�s okay to pass judgment on me because I do or do not go to church at a predetermined time. Stupid. Ooh, that burns me up.
The guy finally left after we ignored him.
I am a little sensitive about my spirituality, but I believe it�s between me and God, not between me and some height challenged little twit.
I had plans to go to church Sunday, but it�s hard and scary try out new churches. I�m a little shy. If I even get a slight sniff of anything cult-like, I am so out of there, and very traumatized on top of it. It makes me less apt to try a new church the next time.
I was burned by a childhood around Apostolic Pentecostals and burned by the Mormon experience. I guess I�m looking for �Church lite�, a church where people don�t get involved in your personal life. I want to feel accepted and respected.
I don�t know why I have such a hard time with church, but maybe it has something to do with your Grandma trying to �cast a devil� out of you when you were just 15 years old. It�s not something that left pleasant memories in my head.
My cousin Jeff and his wife are new parents as of March 18th. Jackson Dean was born the day after Saint Patrick�s Day. I�m so excited!!! I can�t wait to see the little bundle of joy.
My aunt and uncle and cousin and her hubby stopped by on the way back from Visiting Jeff and Leslie and the baby.
It was nice to visit. We talked about having a family picnic after all this DNA crap is all over to celebrate.
I think that my sense of humor is so warped. On the new Kylie Minogue CD, there is a song called, �I Wonder if I Take You Home?�
She says, �Here�s a secret, I�m a girl that likes my fun,
If you can keep it you just might be the one..�
I say, �Here�s a secret, I�m a dog who licks my butt��
I got problems. I laugh at my own jokes.
13:05 - Monday, Mar. 22, 2004
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