Naughty Kitty

I am such a bad kitty. I never blog. Not here. Not on myspace. Not on my other stupid mojo thing. I just don't think about it. I spend tons of time on the internet. I do this silly stumble thing on firefox. It totally sucks up my day.
I need to be crafting and making gifts for my nieces and nephew. I am going to see them in two weeks. But alas, I have only one gift done and one in progress. Haha! I am such a slacker.

I also, spend my weekends trying to find anything to do but the stuff I need to do. Oh well. You only live once. Just watch the news and you can see that the world is full of death and destruction. Just once it would be nice to turn on the news and see nothing but Good News. Valentine's Day is two days away and I don't see anything happy.


I have a husband. He took me to dinner and got me a cute stuffed frog and a pair of shoes. We don't go out on Valentine's day. It's so crazy at the restaurants. But I still hate Valentine's day. It's such a crappy day. Most people aren't happy on that day and they try to make those that are miserable. And then you get those over-the-toppers. I know you know the people. They are the ones that will look like Hallmark threw up on them. All dressed in red and pink, spewing happy thoughts all day. You know. The ones you wanna smack. The ones you wanna tell to shut up, because even if you were doing just fine with all the silly giddiness of it all, they just make it extremely vile. You know, those people that fart little heart clouds on Valentine's day. Yes, I know you know just one. We all do. And if you don't know one personally. Trust me... you will see one. Your significant other or some well meaning friend will drag you out to the local watering hole and there they will be in droves. Trust me. Wednesday is the day for BK drive-thru. If you can't handle BK pick your favorite drive-thru. Or better yet, order delivery.

And if you do feel the need for a little bit of sappy goodness, try a good movie. There is always a few I could recommend. I am a lover of the sappy love story. Especially the tragic love story. :)
Here's a few you might wanna try....

An Officer and a Gentleman (an oldie but goodie)
Notting Hill (my hubby's personal fav)
Elizabethtown (Hey, I live in KY)
Tristan & Isolde (it's in my special favs)
Moulin Rouge (it's a musical and hey, who new obi-wan could sing)

That should get you through St. Crappentine's day. hehehe! Hope that little guy with the arrows doesn't shoot you in the ass.

Well I am going to enjoy my Wednesday inside with a nice pizza pie and some sappy movies. And I think I will avoid the news. :)

The Abyss Beckons

I stand on the edge,
the deep, dark black calls my name.
A soft, gentle whisper.
So inviting and enticing.

Behind me, the shrill screams of the harsh world.
Loud, deafening. Blinding and scary.
The voices are yelling at me to come back.
They demand of me, they smother me.

But before me is a quiet.
A stillness. It's silence beckons.
In the darkness, I see a peacefulness.
I could just disappear into the abyss.

Would it really matter?
Would it harm anyone?

The hateful harshness of what lies behind.
Or the sweet, peace of the deep abyss.
They both call.
Which do I abide? Which do I abide?

My heart is all but destroyed.
It cannot be trusted.
Which voice to I trust.
That inside, or those outside.

The abyss continues to beckon.
It's whisper grows stronger.
But still, I am not deterred.
It's darkness mesmerizes me.

Will I saved?
Can I be saved?

What Villian am I?

Your results:
You are Mystique

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Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen.

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Broken Heart

You don't know what it is, what you do,
You don't look, You don't talk.
You say these things, but are they true.

My heart is not strong.
It is not weak; it is fragile and it feels.
And I know what I feel can't be wrong.

I know how to protect it from the pain,
I know how to keep it safe.
My Broken Heart in a box buried deep, but will it keep me sane?

A New Year!

I have been a bad blogger. But then again, last year was a bad year. So I am hoping that this year will be much better.

I don't, however, want to be unrealistic. I am such a pessimistic person. But it's so hard. I just don't know if I can be all happy and glowy and believe that everything will be all roses and puppy dogs. Or in my case, kitty cats. :)

I will however keep an open mind. Enjoy the things that are beautiful and well, put my broken heart back in the box.

Boys don't understand what they do to you. The pain they cause with something that may seem so simple to them. A word, a touch, a look.

I am going to put my heart back in the lock box and throw away the key. It's broken and it keeps getting more broken. So if I lock it away, it will be safe. Protected from serious damage.

So my new year will hopefully be better and I hope yours will be too. I wish everyone Happiness! You're on your own with the love! And I wish you good health!

Computer Crazies!

My Computer is going crazy. I don't know if I need a new modem or a new service. But one day the internet is fine and the next it is like I am back on dial-up. I call the cable company and they tell me I have spyware. I run my spyware program that I got when I worked for another company. ( I only have one choice in the city I live in, but another company has a huge call center here.) And I only have 4. Count them 4. I worked in a tech shop and we would get people with thousands. So I don't think that is my problem.
Then, the next day, my webpage that I get free through my cable company is down. hmmmm! I think they have issues. But they have the "Rights" to my city. No other cable company can have cable internet here. We have DSL through the phone company. Or dial-up. But those are the 3 choices.
I live in the largest city in my state and can't get a choice in cable internet. That just seems kinda crappy.
All weekend long I was getting 56k to 128k. I am finally getting better than that. I guess whatever the problem was they fixed it.
Hopefully it will stay back to what it is.
I don't know what I will do without my internet. :)

Boys are a mystery!

For some reason I just can't seem to wrap my mind around what goes on in the minds of boys. Now I am married. But I still don't get them. They say one thing and do another. They think girls are crazy, but they have crazy wrapped up if you ask me.

For one thing, girls wouldn't put up with the BS, that guys do. All the name calling and putting each other down. They say it's all in fun and that's just how guys are. But give me a break. They beat each other down verbally. It hurts. Maybe they don't say anything to each other, but they talk to girls they know. Every guy I have ever known has mentioned how much they hate being constantly put down by their friends. Girls don't do that stuff. If you call your girl names or put her down, you don't last long in the group. Being honest about how a dress looks at the store ok, but you do it in a nice way. Not as a put down. I have even been there when guys are bashing one guy in the group. And I can see that the person doesn't like it, so why don't they. Guys are harsh. They even do it to girls. I bet many a guy has morned "the one that got away" because of this behavior.

Another thing, guys think girls love being their slave. I don't know why, but every guy thinks we are still in the times where a woman is property. I'm pretty sure it's 2006 and well, almost 2007. Being a very independent woman, I find it hard to be told what to do. I also like to call the shots. Guys like to call the shots too. They expect us to be like our moms who grew up in the 50's. Cook them dinner, do the laundry, clean, blah, blah, blah. And be ready with the sex at the drop of the hat. Well, one, I'm not my mom. Two, if you aren't going to treat me like my dad treated my mom, don't expect me to act like her.

And lastly, why do guys tell all their friends everything about their sex lives. Girls don't do that. At least not normal girls. Maybe the skanky ones do. And don't they think that if they are telling each other about stuff, they are talking to maybe other girls. Whether your sex life is the best ever (you get it every day - yeah right) or sucks big time (welcome to married life) if you are bragging someone is telling your secrets. And you never know who they are telling them too. Maybe I am hearing about my own life and that really is not cool. :(

I suppose I will never really figure boys out. I thought I had. But I learned recently that I was wrong. You will notice I didn't say men. I said boys. I think that boys become men when they are just about to die. It may be sooner. But I don't think I have met a man yet. I would say my dad is a man, but I still catch him sometimes acting like a boy. He still makes my mom cry for no reason, he still goes out with the boys when my mom is out of town, he still does boyish things. Don't get me wrong. My dad is the greatest, yet he still is mystery!

If anyone else figures boys out... please let me know.