Imagine my surprise when I awoke to a 2 foot pink bunny hovering over my head. I was a tad startled, and actually thought that I was either dreaming or hallucinating; but I wasn't. Vic got me the giant bunny, a chocolate bunny, lots of Cadbury eggs (my favorite things on earth), and krispy kreme donuts for breakfast. As I thanked him, I jokingly said "What's gotten into you?!" He said "You." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. How sugary, syrupy, sweet. And just when I think I got him figured out....

I spent my day yesterday with Kim (Sims) and Bryan Bell. We were looking for a "glider." I am going to have a lot to learn when/if I ever get pregnant. I had no idea that a "glider" is a staple in a baby's room. She "needs" it to nurse Miss Avery. She's due on the national holiday of My Birthday, June 20th. But she insisted that she have the chair YESTERDAY. The one she wanted was not in stock, but it should be next weekend when they are back through Dallas. Hell NO. We went to two stores, and she eventually wavered from what she originally wanted just so that she could take it home yesterday. When she called last night she had set it up in Avery's room and I don't think she's completely happy with it. The one she actually bought was my favorite and the one Bryan thought the most comfortable. But it was not green. Green is the accent color of the tulips she is decorating with.

Yesterday I developed a new compassion for expecting fathers. Poor, poor Bryan. Besides all the traditional reasons that it's hard to be a single mother, I found a new reason. If you don't have a husband to put up with you, then you just might be a lonely person. It's hard to be around expecting mother's unless you love them dearly. It's a good thing Kim is so easy to love, she went into this with lots and lots of people on her side. Seems being prego often makes moms irritable. Like I said, poor, poor Bryan.

Another note with that is that she looks beautiful. It's just so amazing that she is having a baby. She will be the most wonderful mother; I can't wait for Avery to be here!

Bob and Kay came and went. It was a nice visit. The lights/ceiling fans were all wrong in the house, so that was mostly what we dealt with...but things seem to be straight now. My pineapple light in the kitchen is divine, absolutely divine.

I have 20% off of everything in Albertson's and it ends today, but I just realized that so I must go there before I loose that bargain. Not to mention that we have _no_ food. We are out of everything you can think of, including trash bags, laundry detergent, coke, and butter. I don't like butter, but you can't cook anything without it, so it's a major necessity.

On a different note, I went to the post office today and there was a HUGE sign on the door that said "NO DOGS, except seeing eye dogs." Ok, first question: Did the post office really have that much trouble that they needed a no dog sign? I mean, the door doesn't say "NO SMOKING" and that seems like it would be a bigger issue. The second question: If they have a seeing eye dog, how are they going to know if they can take it in there or not. They can't see. I'm assuming that someone would have driven them to the post office, because I hope they are not driving alone, and dogs can't drive (just ask Tunces the driving cat); so someone should be with them. But does there really need to be a sign? It just seemed a little ridiculous. Aren’t seeing eye dogs allowed EVERYWHERE? It seems like it might be a form of discrimination if they weren’t, not against the dog, but the blind person.

I probably wouldn't have thought much about it but I was just taking Vic and he was in there for like 20 minutes and people kept pulling up, going in, coming out and leaving...but no Vic. Not real sure what he did in there, but it gave me adequate time to contemplate the NO DOG sign.

It may just be one of those silly things like Braille on the drive through ATM machines. But in any case, I'm off to Albertson's. Gotta bring home the bacon, I mean, butter.

Hoppy Good Friday, may you bite the head off at least one chocolate bunny this weekend.

Guessssss who's here???

Big Bob.

That's right, Mom and DAD just got here. Well, about 2 hours ago...I just got home from having dinner with them at On the Boarder. Just in case in of you are curious, they close at 11 and it's just Wednesday. Chili's and Outback at 10:30; Carino's at 10; Olive Garden at 9:30; AND Red, Hot, and Blue at 9. I had to call around and see who stayed open past 10 so that we wouldn't feel rushed. It was tasty, Grande Taco Salad w/ chicken and ranch dress...o-yummy. They give you free tortilla too, do all Mexican food places offer free tortilla's when they bring chips & salsa? Good question. If you know the answer, email me at: ammthegr8@yahoo.com

Cheers

My dad's been mad at me for a few weeks now. No one really knows for sure why, he just gets annoyed with life and picks a person to take it out on. It's not like he's actually told me, he's just been complaining about my mere existence to my mother. Everything from my having tattoo's (he's been mad about that since I was 17) to the fact that I'm not listening to him on how to spend MY money. I think that is what it really comes down to though, he's having a *really* hard time dealing with my being a grown up. Something I think parents should realize: children listen to all of what their parents have to say, but that doesn't mean that we do it. But we do hear it. My point is that I've been trying to get him to come to Dallas to look at some house stuff. He's been telling me yes, then no, and then he doesn't know. He told Mandy that he wouldn't be here for another month, that was last SUNDAY (3 days ago!)

Anyway, yesterday when I was once again talking to him and he was giving me yes/no answers without any elaboration, I noticed that he did seem to talk a tad more. So I mad a comment to my mom that he must be getting over it.

I just talked to him, and he told me he might be coming today, but if not, it would be Saturday.

I mean, really. IS there really a need to be so silly? If I did this he would be yellin' arguin' mad. He lives 6 hours away, and he's just up and coming either today or Saturday when I've been saying for weeks "Just please come Easter weekend?!" It's Easter weekend.

Will Smith (back when he was the Fresh Prince, of course) was on the right track when he informed the world that "Parents just don't Understand" but he should have continued forth to "Parents are very odd and should be handled with great care."

I so forgot to say!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDY!!!

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10 pages of rubbish completed with 2 hours to spare. I even answered the bonus question. Of course I wrote about fat people, something I know a little about first hand, hee hee, snort snort. I even overcame the printer problem. Seems when we got our new computer (Dell), we got a free printer. Now, there was nothing wrong with the printer we had...but no one, especially not Vic, turns down a "free" something. Neither one work. Not the 2 year old one that had never given us any problems, and not the new free one. I don't know if they are *really* broken, or if they have just not been installed correctly...*I* have not attempted to install them, only Vic. So I saved it to a disk and went across the hall to Mandy's palace and printed it out on her dinosaur laptop. I have 10 pages of ramble in my hot little hand. Sing praises, my sisters and brothers, sing praises!

Spring Break is over today. I have not really felt like it was even ever here though because I have this midterm due tomorrow just looming over my head. Nine questions, a page each, all requiring research. All very boring. If any of you would like to see my torture, here is the link:

http://www.scs.unt.edu/classes/RHAB/4700/RHAB%204700%20exam.doc

If you have answers to anything other than 1, 2, or 6 (the only one's I've completed), please, send them to me. Can yall believe this is due the first day back from SB? That should totally be against the rules. There should be nothing due the week after SB, because it is just that...a break. I looked up the word break in the dictionary:

http://www.dictionary.com/search?q=break

Holy schmoly, that is a lot of meaning for one simple word.

It's also awards show night, I believe the Oscars. There are way too many awards shows these days, but tonight we are getting a special treat. Cirque du Soleil (who bring us O and Mystere in Las Vegas: http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/ ) are doing part of the show. As if the outrageous style of tremendously thin people wearing ultra expensive borrowed jewelry is not enough of a reason to tune in, now you have an excuse. You know, pretty soon they will have an awards show for the best awards show. Maybe with categories such as "The most women not wearing black" and "The most 'I couldn't have done it without --------' speeches."

Mom thinks lil' bro Will has pneumonia. Poor, poor Me-mum. He is nothing like his sister though; he went to school anyway so that he can keep his no absence record. He did miss one day, for the funeral, but he made it back in time for math. They do something cool at good ol' Hobbs High these days, if you have a certain grade and below a certain amount of absences, you do not have to take finals. He is aiming for that in math, seems Calculus 18 is a little difficult for the Matthews' brainchild. Just remember, bat guano, C's get degrees; C's do indeed get degrees. Just ask Cousin Misti.

Misti promised to blog tonight and it's nearly the stroke of midnight. May she turn into a goon.

Yesterday Vic and I went to lunch (at Logan's...yummy, fried chicken salad w/ parmesan peppercorn dressing!) and then to the movies. We have already seen Ice Age (which is a true wonder, excellent film). There isn't anything else I wanted to see. He wanted to see We Were Soldiers and Time Machine. The lesser of the evils seemed to be Time Machine, it was rated PG-13.

It's cheezy. It's a goofy love story. It grossed me out. Who rates these movies? This movie was absolutely disgusting. Such as when the main dude falls into a pit of human remains and swims through it. It was scary too. These big ugly ape-monsters chase all the cliff dwellers around and then swallow them into the quick sand. I would not want my 13 year old child to see that, should I have one or some. I wouldn't even want my 14, 16, or 23 year old child to see it. I almost got up and left due to the creepy feeling I just couldn't shake. But instead, I took a 15 minute trip to the bathroom and lobby and returned to watch the last 10 minutes. Since I knew, being a love story would be calm and serene. Vic usually knows not to take me to movies like this, but he too was surprised by the extensive graphic nature of this PG-13 movie.

Have I gotten old or have movies really dropped their standards for what movies can be rated what? Besides the fact that I'm an adult and ageigrafically supposed to qualify for all rating categories. Some things I just don't want to have the visual image of, thank you very much. Good Day.

Just woke up from my nap. I just meant to take a power nap, that was at 7. MY chair? MY chair? Yes, I was the highest bidder. I won. But I hadn't heard from the seller dude. SO I emailed HIM and asked what the next step was. He wrote back:

"hello there was no transaction here. these chairs retail for $450.00 we are selling them on ebay for $300.00 plus
shipping thx. paul"

Why the hell did the bidding start at 50 bones then? Huh? Why did I bicker my way up to $150??? Huh? He had 3 chairs on there, the highest bidders were $150 (me), $180 (another chair), and $75 (the ugliest of the 3, obviously).

So all of us wasted a bunch of time and excitement just to get shot down cause he thinks his little artsie fartsie chairs are worth a minimum of $300. Pah-shaw! He needs to get over it, I mean, they are super cute...but really, I frickin' won, and I want my damn COW CHAIR. Here's the link to the site:

http://gabrieladesigns.com/

Are they worth that much mooooolah?

Last night Nancy's Grandpa Fred spent the night. Our house is 100% pure chaos without house guests. I felt sorry for him having to fight his way through out crap just to get to the junk room to go to bed. It gave me stress. Put that on top of the fact that I had someone else's teeth in my mouth yesterday, and I was a growlly bear last night. With the help of 2 prescription pain killers left over from knee surgery in 1998, I hit the sack early and feel much better today. Though, my teeth still aren't mine yet.

Speaking of Nancy, she has a new pass-time that we are going to have to break! She has found a new snack. Now, perhaps in Germany (that's where poodles are originally from) they don't have a problem with nibbling on the litter box contents, BUT I DO. I keep telling her that she is a gross dog and threatening to wash her mouth out with soap, but she doesn't listen. And she doesn't actually eat it; she just gets it out and moved it to the front door area. Maybe she thinks that she needs to take it outside. I don't know, but either way I feel the need to share a song that my mother sings (sang to the tune of Trailer for Sale):

Poodle for sale or rent!
We'll let you pet for 50 cents!
No fangs, no claws, POOF Tail,
Animal cruelty will land you in jail!

Yes, she did make up the words. Yes, she does sing it often. Yes, I come by my oddity honestly.

I just had sealants put on my teef. They feel funny. Like they don't fit together anymore, or they aren't MY teef. But that means no cavities! YEAH! My dentist is so nice. She is the girlfriend of this ultra cool chick that I used to work with, but she now works for CPS. She is so gentle, not that I ever have to have anything done that is painful...but like today, she had to DRILL out what was left of my old sealants. That could have potentially hurt, like had she hit a nerve or something. I was scared. But she didn't, and she hurried so that I didn't have to sit there any longer than I had too. Not hurried like did a bad job hurry, just hurry like got down to business, no dilly dallying. Next I'm off to get my allergy shot and to work. Today is the first day I'm getting the whole dosage of my shot. I'm a big girl now!

Thanks Moe, you are so smart. You made the sample cat links go away. Rock on.

I am Fat. Roar.

I've never been much of a fan, but I found this tid bit and it amused me greatly. This is exactly how I feel and why I chose to embrass the "F" word.

"Let's get to some of these other non-victims. You probably noticed, elsewhere I used the word fat. I used that word because that's what fat people are. They're fat. They're not large; they're not stout, chunky, hefty, or plump. And they're not big-boned. Dinosaurs are big-boned. These people are not necessarily obese, either. Obese is a medical term. And they're not overweight. Overweight implies there is some correct weight. There is no correct weight. Heavy is also a misleading term. An aircraft carrier is heavy; it's not fat. Only people are fat, and that's what fat people are. They're fat. I offer no apologies for this. It is not intended as a criticism or insult. It is simply descriptive language. I don't like euphemisms. Euphemisms are a form of lying. Fat people are not gravitationally disadvantaged. They're fat. I prefer seeing things the way they are, not the way some people wish they were..."

From Brain Droppings by George Carlin (Hyperion, 1997)

Until about 6 months ago I would have called myself a "night person." One that prefers to be awake at night, and sleep in the day. You know, like a bat. It didn't ever bother me to live with the dreaded "morning person." It's the "morning dog" and "morning pussy" that has impacted my pattern of sleep. I no longer get to snooze until double digit hours, because although I do not have to poop Nancy in the morning (Vic's job), she tramples me as soon as she comes back in. I've grown to love her morning kisses that arouse me from my slumber; sometimes I'm even awake before she slobbers me. Occasionally, I cat nap for another hour or so until about 8 or 8:30 am.

The point of all this is this: when one is awake early, they typically go to bed early. I can no longer claim to be a "night person." Therefore I no longer take phone calls after 10 p.m., MISTI. Not only was I asleep last night, but I was asleep with the help of vanilla stoli (read: vodka). Now, I understand that you were having sleeping issues...I understand those well, if you will remember back to my most recently triumphed addiction. And I am by no means mad. Just putting up notice for future reference. Much love, of course.

If you do decide to go ahead and call at God forsaken hours, please leave messages so then I can at least know who is annoying me. I hate to be halfway woken only to hear someone hang up on the machine. Please, sing me lullabies.

Mandy is putting in a request to have it noted that her bedtime is 9:00, but I am aware that that is a tad unreasonable. She’s an old tuna, I mean, woman.

I have never "bid" on anything before. I found this chair on Ebay that I *love*. It totally needs to be in my bathroom. It has fuzzy cow print seat and the back is made of red angel wings, held together by a heart that says HOPE. I was out bid today. Ohhhhh, no SIR! I am back to being the high bidder. I can't believe how this silly auction has my adrenaline going. I will have the angel chair. Believe it.

I love Six Feet Under. It just blows my little mind every week. The characters are so deep and real. This week was mostly about Claire. I think until tonight I thought of her as a selfish, shallow, high school twit. But I was wrong. I think she is just very confused about herself and her life, I mean, she did just loose her dad 6 months ago and happens to be in love with a wanted criminal. Throw that on top of the fact that she lives in her family’s morgue with her mom who used the F word at least a dozen times tonight, her gay brother, and her brother w/ the AVM in his brain...and I think I'd be confused too. I truly love being able to watch TV shows without commercials. What did I do before HBO? AND when does Sex and the City start back up? I miss the girls. And their shoes.

Carson was being an extremely friendly cat this morning. He snuggled next to me on my pillow and purred on my head. I knew then that he must be out of food. I got up to feed to the little skinny man, only to find that we are completely out of kittywitty food. So I opened a can of Mandy's tuna (ha ha, Mandy's tuna) for him, expecting him to gobble it up like the little turkey he is. No. I was so wrong. He stood there and meowed for his normal Hairball control Science Diet LIGHT. He would rather have diet cat food than tuna. What has this world come to?

Hi-de-ho. Misti and Moe do this, so I think I should too. I like to bandwagon. I have never been good at remembering to do this kind of thing, but I shall try, try, try again. I do love to ramble, as Misti has also rambled about, so this should be a good place to do so.
I just went and bought a new purse. My last purse died a painfully, yet deliciously smelly, death. My Bath and Body Works glitter hand sanitizer exploded in it. And it was Juniper Breeze. Now, at one point in time that was a favorite of mine...but like many other things, it got real old, real quick. But I have this thing about throwing away unused portions of perfectly good product, so I continued to use it. Two days ago Vic and I got in the car and he wrinkled his nose and said "What's that fruity smell?" I ignored him and told him that I didn't smell anything, even though now that I think back, I think I did. Well, it was my purse. Sad, sad. SO, tonight I went to Dillards and found a The Sak purse on sale from $55 to $29. Party in my purse! They also had a little inside the purse baggy thing of the same brand that I had considered purchasing about 6 months ago, but at $32, I passed...today it was only $8.50. My new purse is LIME GREEN, and my inside dilly is BLACK & WHITE CHECKERS. I know, kick ass, right? Very spring-y.
Speaking of spring-y...I got some new make up tonight too. I hadn't had new eye shadow since I lived in Lubbock and I've been gone from there about 16 months! I was completely out of powder stuff & moisturizer, so those were necessities, and I was *almost* out of my favorite lip stick. So I got the necessities and new eye shadow, and new lip stick that is very similar to ol' faithful, but with a spring-y twist. I had received a Chanel invitation to come check out the new spring (-y) colors, but I personally am more of a pink person than a coral person, and Chanel went with corals this season...so I stuck with the standards.
I went to finalize the lights for my casa today, and I just love all that I chose. The entry way light was $2895, marked down to $299. It rocks. My bedroom ceiling fan is very feminine, and very me. But the gazonga of all the lights, is the kitchen light. It has a crystal PINAPPLE in the center of it. It really melts my butter. I've just had a good purchasing day. Not only with stuff that I love, but also kick ass sales. I wonder if I've just been really lucky, or if no one else has my taste so the things that I like are what are left over? Hummm, something to ponder. I know Misti's answer, and she's wrong.
I'm off to spend QPT (that's quality poodle time, for all of you poodleless souls). She's standing here with her star waiting for my attention. The weekends are our time together, since her Dad is at work. I told him today that Mother's Day is right around the corner and he is going to have to help her pick out a card and present, I'm sure he will. Ha ha.