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If it involves Muppets, I'm in.

Posted by Slowplum on 12/11/2003 06:50:00 AM
animal jpeg
You are Animal.
You are completely nuts, but fun to be around.

SPECIAL TALENTS:
Drums, Women, Food.
HOBBIES:
Drums, Women, Food.

FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:
"Louder!", "Food now!" and
"Want Woman!"

LAST BOOK EATEN:
"The Musicians' Guide to Drums, Women &
Food"

NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT:
An appetite.


What Muppet are you?
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Posted by Slowplum on 12/10/2003 11:15:00 PM
it's a luscious mix of words and tricks
that let us bet when you know we should fold

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Posted by Slowplum on 12/10/2003 03:11:00 PM
15 more sleeps to santa!!!

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miwoaerlawer.

Posted by Slowplum on 12/09/2003 09:18:00 PM
I love exploding dog.

MS meeting was good. I am now on a mission to woo corporations into giving us sponsorship. Wish me luck.

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Posted by Slowplum on 12/09/2003 02:53:00 PM
Don't you hate it when you dream, and in your dream you think "this dream is important, I must remember this", and then someone wakes you up too soon and you can't. remember. a. damn. thing.


*sigh*

didn't go to work today, because i didn't sleep enough last night. cold and shaky. not well. not well. up sick all night.

was up late enough to watch a couple of old episodes of futurama (read: 3 fucking a.m. in the morning, cockadoodleTHAT, earlybirds) and an episode of the family guy. that is one of the most messed up cartoons ever.

i wish the good people at homestarrunner.com would update soon. the future of good television can't even be found on television. sad sad.

i have a meeting tonight for the Walk for MS committee; I have a feeling they are going to try and lasso me into doing some public speaking for them, which makes me hella nervous, but it is such a good good cause I don't know if I will be able to refuse.

I've been doing the Walk for MS for about 5 years now, more or less ever since I knew about it. It's one of those few causes I would give everything I had to, probably because it hits close to the bone: one of my dearest friends has it.

Read "Confessions of a Shopaholic" and really it was quite funny, somewhere along the lines of Bridget Jones but not in journal form.

OK time to go sleep the sleep of the near-dead until I have to go to the meeting...no wait... must go pick up daughter from school first. Gah.

and here is that damn gollum song i mention in current music (for those of you who don't follow the everything2 threads)

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morose

Posted by Slowplum on 12/08/2003 06:30:00 AM
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

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hey moonflower...

Posted by Slowplum on 12/07/2003 12:22:00 PM
http://www.acplace.com/Crafts/bath.htm

http://www.acplace.com/Crafts/flowers.htm

http://familycrafts.about.com/cs/recipecollections/a/blbodyglitter.htm

http://familycrafts.about.com/cs/recipecollections/

http://www.craftsitedirectory.com/


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Random thinking

Posted by Slowplum on 12/07/2003 08:07:00 AM
Was woken up to two big brown eyes staring at me willing me to wake up. I mumbled a good morning to my son and pulled him into bed between SO & I and hoped I could get another 1/2 hour of rest in. No dice. K has this habit of playing with my face when I'm lying there until I wake up. I turned over hoping it would deter him but that only gave him the bright idea to pull up his legs and try to push me out of bed with them, kangaroo style. I finally gave up and got out of bed at 7:30 in the morning. I actually got to sleep in until 7:30 this morning! Ahh, parenthood...

We all tromped downstairs (because where my son goes, my daughter isn't far behind when it comes to waking up in the morning) while SO slept peacefully (is still sleeping, in fact) and I threw on "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" (the animated version). And now both tots are fast asleep on the couch and I am wide awake.

I'm considering making some chocolate chip pancakes, except that would make three mornings in a row I've made them (the other two mornings were at the pleadings of my little ones). Perhaps an omelette. Confession: I cannot make egg dishes to save my life. They always end up a blithering mess that I end up calling scrambled eggs. When I try to fry em up the yoke always breaks on me. It's heart-rending, however much I try I fail. My husband, however, makes a mean breakfast. Which is the nice thing about marriage: sometimes what one cannot do, the other can, or what one will not do, the other will. For instance, he absolutely hates doing dishes, while I don't mind it. So I'm the dish-washer. But I hate laundry, while he prefers it. He's laundry boy.

This is the first weekend since last APRIL that I haven't had anything to do, and now I'm pacing like a tiger.

I've been reading my daughter C a couple of chapters of The Little Prince each night, and she is absolutely loving it. She always nods sagely when the narrator talks about how silly grown ups are. She's getting a little worried, though. We are at the part where the Prince talks about sheep eating flowers. I told her that sometimes stories and other things are sad to remind us to appreciate the happy things in our lives. She felt better about that.

Putting up our tree this year was fun as always. I'm finding that this age that my kids are at is the most fun. Their delight and enthusiasm for the season awakens good memories. I won't kid myself or any of you, it brings up some really bad ones as well, but I am smart enough to tuck those ones aside for the time being. The kids have rearranged the tree decorations eleventy-bajillion times now, and we only put it up on Monday! I may have to put a damper on their re-arranging enthusiasm... but why be a killjoy? The ornaments are plastic, they can do no harm. That's why I bought plastics in the first place. For plastic, they sure look like glass baubles. Heh.

K has taken to calling reindeer "snow angels". I asked him why he said it was because "they fly like angels and do good things for us, mum".

Last night my sister-in-law graced us with her prescence, and the kids pounced upon her immediately. Since she moved to her college town in September, we haven't seen or spoken with her. She's never home because she works two jobs and goes to school... This weekend her DJ'ing job brought her our way so we were the first place she stopped at. She, the kids, and I ended up making peanut butter cookies, which is always chaos when you have a 3 & 5 year old all elbows poking in to get to pour the next ingredient. I should also note that it is freaking HILARIOUS to watch them squish the peanut butter cookies into oblivion with their forks. The squished with wild abandon no matter how many times we showed them not to do it so hard, and we were all laughing and it was great fun. No matter, the cookies were delicious, if a little monstrous-looking.

Today we might go to visit my new baby cousin, RS. My Uncle MS & Aunt ES just had their first baby on Nov. 22, likely their last too because they are both in their late 30's and Aunt ES had so many miscarriages before successfully carrying this one. I decided to give them space before visiting, for one because ES had had a caesarian done and it got infected and needed healing, and for another because I remember taking my own babies home, how it was nice to have visitors but nicer to just be left alone so I could heal and get used to being a mom.

It is strange, having a cousin 27 years younger than you are.

I hear my little monkeys stirring on the couch; time to go see what mischief they're up to today.

I've been informed that I should let it be known: there are only 18 more sleeps until Santa breaks into our house and gives us presents.

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i heart finding nemo

Posted by Slowplum on 12/06/2003 07:26:00 AM
You are BRUCE!
What Finding Nemo Character are You?

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also, go here.

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amusing AND true

Posted by Slowplum on 12/05/2003 05:55:00 AM
> According to today's regulators and
> > > bureaucrats, those
> > > of us who were kids in the 30's, 40's, 50's,
> > > 60's, 70's
> > > or even the early 80's, probably shouldn't
> > > have survived.
> > >
> > > Our baby cribs were covered with bright
> > > colored lead-based
> > > paint. We had no childproof lids or locks on
> > > medicine bottles,
> > > doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our
> > > bikes, we had no
> > > helmets. Not to mention the risks we took
> > > hitchhiking.
> > >
> > > As children, we would ride in cars with no
> > > seat belts or
> > > air bags.
> > >
> > > Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a
> > > warm day was
> > > always a special treat.
> > >
> > > We drank water from the garden hose and not
> > > from a bottle.
> > > Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter,
> > > and drank soda
> > > Pop with sugar in it, but we were never
> > > overweight because
> > > we were always outside playing.
> > >
> > > We shared one soft drink with four friends,
> > > from one bottle,
> > > and no one actually died from this.
> > >
> > > We would spend hours building our go-carts
> > > out of scraps and
> > > then rode down the hill, only to find out we
> > > forgot the brakes.
> > > After running into the bushes a few times, we
> > > learned to solve
> > > The problem.
> > >
> > > We would leave home in the morning and play
> > > all day, as long
> > > as we were back when the street lights came
> > > on. No one was
> > > able to reach us all day. No cell phones.
> > > Unthinkable!
> > >
> > > We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64,
> > > X-Boxes, no video
> > > games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video
> > > tape movies,
> > > surround sound, personal cell phones,
> > > personal computers, or
> > > Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went
> > > outside and
> > > found them.
> > >
> > > We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball
> > > would really
> > > hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke
> > > bones and teeth,
> > > and there were no lawsuits from these
> > > accidents. They were
> > > accidents. No one was to blame but us.
> > > Remember accidents?
> > >
> > > We had fights and punched each other and got
> > > black and blue
> > > and learned to get over it.
> > >
> > > We made up games with sticks and tennis balls
> > > and, although
> > > we were told it would happen, we did not put
> > > out any eyes.
> > >
> > > We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home
> > > and knocked on the
> > > door, or rang the bell or just walked in and
> > > talked to them.
> > >
> > > Little League had tryouts and not everyone
> > > made the team.
> > > Those who didn't had to learn to deal with
> > > disappointment.
> > > Some students weren't as smart as others, so
> > > they failed a
> > > grade and were held back to repeat the same
> > > grade. Horrors!
> > > Tests were not adjusted for any reason.
> > >
> > > Our actions were our own. Consequences were
> > > expected.
> > >
> > > The idea of parents bailing us out if we got
> > > in trouble in
> > > school or broke a law was unheard of. They
> > > actually sided
> > > with the school or the law. Imagine that!
> > >
> > > This generation has produced some of the best
> > > risk-takers,
> > > problem solvers, and inventors, ever. We had
> > > freedom, failure,
> > > success, and responsibility and we learned
> > > how to deal with it.
> > >
> > > And you're one of them! Congratulations.
> > >
> > > Please pass this on to others who have had
> > > the luck to grow up as kids before lawyers and
> > > government regulated our lives for our own good !!!

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i'm turning violet, violet!

Posted by Slowplum on 12/04/2003 06:47:00 AM
you are violet
#EE82EE

Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.

Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.

Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.
the spacefem.com html color quiz

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eat drink, and be merry!

Posted by Slowplum on 12/04/2003 06:14:00 AM
merry
Congratulations! You're Merry!


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funniest thing EVER

Posted by Slowplum on 12/03/2003 08:12:00 PM
(1) go to www.google.com
(2) enter "miserable failure" (without quotes) as the search terms
(3) click "i'm feeling lucky!"

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wherein the subject bores her audience to death.

Posted by Slowplum on 12/01/2003 06:56:00 PM
I am too blah to bother keeping up with the following things:

-memes
-quizzes
-more memes


So yeah I was in a car accident a few weeks ago, nothing too serious but it left me pretty shaky. The car is fine, just scratched paint on the fender but you shoulda seen the other car, the side all dented in. What are the chances I'd have hit a car of the exact same year and model as mine? Yeah. I'm oh so lucky like that. Now I know what kind of death trap I buckle my kids into all the time. :\ What happened was the car came out in front of me and I couldn't help but hit it. The other lady is fine and so am I and thank god it was in a grocery store, yay for private parking lots meaning no police charges! Once SO found out I was ok he was rather cranky I didn't "wreck the car more" because then we could have "Got a new one". Bah. Men.

Anyway, I'd have written about that before, but the dsl died. IT took about 2 weeks to get a new one, know why? Because our provider sent the replacement one to our old house! We haven't lived there in THREE YEARS, how pathetic.

On the 14th our book reading group got together to discuss the book ME picked, "Madonna: The unauthorized biography". For kicks and giggles we all dressed up like a different type of Madonna. Prizes to those of you who guess correctly which Madonna I was.

I also went to a christening recently but the church now has it set up where they pick one sunday to do it and it's a group effort. so TWELVE babies, 2 7yrold twins, 1 9yrold later, we were all sick of it. The after party was ok, spending time with friends I hadn't seen in a while...

On to more recent stuff:

SO and K have been taking turns being sick since last Thursday. Fun? Hell no. Men and boys are both crankypants when they are sick, gah. K however is his usual hyper self, sickness or no. Kids are amazing that way.

Thursday night was my final exam in the introductory law course I was taking. Now I wait until spring to take the next courses because I fscking hate driving in the winter especially in our area, it's like it's cursed with perpetual bad weather or something. Case in point, on the way home on Thursday it was so foggy I couldn't see two feet in front of me. Imagine doing 100km/h in that sort of weather. Yeah. Real smart, but had no choice, was boxed in by other cars all with some sort of weird death wish. I made it home ok but it was freaky and surreal. Who needs drugs? Come to my town, enjoy our trippy weather!

The exam went pretty well, the essay question I knew the answer to which was so great. I had to stop myself from writing, I ran out of pages.

Friday night was uneventful. Saturday I did a power-clean of the house and prepared food all day for our guests. In spite of his sickness SO insisted that we keep the plans we'd made with his best friend CL and CL's wife, KL. Now KL is pregnant and a vegetarian which made preparing food interesting since SO and CL both wanted steak... anyway there was plenty of food for everyone whether they be carnisaur or veggisaur. C was so cute she kept telling us about the life cycle of pumpkins (she learned in school) and she would change the story from time to time for variety...

Then K decided to get sick, thankfully in the bathroom, but being the mom I was the lucky one who got to spend a 1/2 hr cleaning everything up while everyone else enjoyed not only firsts but seconds of the meal. By the time I was all done to tell the truth I wasn't all that hungry...doubly thankfully, C doesn't seem to have gotten sick yet.

CL & KL stayed for cards after the kids were put to bed. They didn't end up leaving until midnight-ish which was fine but I was so exhausted...and of course didn't get much sleep that night because I was up with K all night. SO thankfully got up with him in the morning so I could get some sleep. But of course, that was not going to happen because C kept coming in asking me to play a game with her that we had made up the day before. When I wouldn't respond (ugh. too tired. go bug dad. mom sleep now.) she would cuddle under the blanket for like, 45 seconds, then poke me in the arm, then ask me stuff. Eventually I gave up and got up with her.

Sunday C and I decided to leave the sick boys to fend for themselves (laying like lumps on the couch) and went to my parents' for a while. Mom made us some tea and then my grandmother came over. Four generations of Sa women sat at the table. It was nice and a bit chaotic, all of us talking at once at some points. I have to say it again, it was nice. This is a big deal because my mother and I have issues at the best of times. Then C stayed at my parents' so she could help my Dad build a snowman, and I came home to spend some time with K, we cuddled on the couch and watched Finding Nemo, his "favoritest movie ever, mum". I sort of fell asleep and woke up in time to go get C again, bring her home and then go out shopping with my mom. On the way I stopped at my grandma's to pick up some things she was donating to a lady at work who lost her house in a bad fire a few weeks ago. I had started taking up collections for her and managed to get her some things to start over, bedding, dishes, etc. from whomever was willing.

Off to the mall with mom. Again, we had a good time together and were exhausted by the end of the day. I haven't had such a nice day with her in a long, long time. Probably because she was too busy to point out the fifty bajillion things that she considers "wrong" about me and my life.

Today was weird weather... sunny then blowy-snowy then sunny then flurries again. The weather has Manic-depression or something.

I had more things to say but I'm spent.

You read all this crap? Wow. You MUST be bored.

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