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And I want to pull my hair back and scream, “I don’t want to be the queen!”

Sometimes I feel like a Beverly Cleary character all grown up with  her very own outrageous family in action.

My short list of my biggest pet peeves. In no particular order. Strike that. The first one is my biggest.

• Habitual Liars.
• People who can’t keep their noses out of other people’s business.
• People who gossip.
• People who don’t flush the toilet.
• People who don’t listen to you when conversing with them and then proceed to take some sort of imaginary offense at something you supposedly said but didn’t say because they have zero clue because they weren’t really listening to begin with.
• People who do everything at the last minute.
• People 14 and over who cannot wake up to an alarm clock and get themselves ready for work or school w/out having to be constantly re-woken every 5 minutes until they are out of the door.

I’ll bet you have a list. Wanna share?

Blogged about something you really enjoy? I mean something that brought an emmese amount of joy into your life on a daily basis. And then has the comments for that blog post made you absolutely sickened by that thing to the point that you mourn the loss of the joy it used to bring you?

Just wondering because that’s how I’m starting to feel about the song on this post. The popularity of that post and song thanks to that bleepity-bleeping M&M’s commercial is really starting to make me bitter.

• Paid blogging = The final payoff for all of those years of therapy for millions everywhere.
• Not to mention the return on the self-help books purchased during the 80’s.
• If only I had Stuffr for Linux… I would have clicked “Publish” by now.

*Note: I was not paid by Slobokan in anyway to tell you to get Stuffr. This was not a paid post!

While there are many naysayers out there. I for one have realized exactly what the recent barrage of sponsored posts has done. It’s put the personal back into the blogs that I read. It’s made regular blog reads more interesting as the individual bloggers, while choosing what products and services to promote with a simple link, more creative and more personable in their writing. Bloggers are revealing more “intimate” details about themselves, all of those things that the previous tide of political blogging left them jaded and hesitant to reveal. It’s brought the bloggers who’s blogs have been dormant, out of their jaded closets eager and happy to share again.

If it took paying bloggers to bring that back to the blog world then I say long live sponsored blogging.

I purchased a new computer late this past May. It has an Intel Core Duo and is quite a bit more beefy than the computer I built 5 years ago. The going Intel makes me feel like a traitor to AMD. It also cost a great deal less than the parts combined to build that computer 5 years ago. It came preloaded with XP Professional. I had previously purchased a laptop but returned it as soon as it became evident that it was not going to make anything more convenient for me and it came preloaded with Vista Home Basic. What horrid experience that OS was.

As would come to no surprise to anyone who knows me I turned to my old faithful… Fedora Core, this time Core 7. I tried both the 64 bit build and the regular build. I had nothing but problems with my wifi. One day it would work, the next it didn’t. In the end I contacted a former college and Linux sys-admin about configuring madwifi. He told me the best advice he could give me was to try Ubuntu instead. But being the KDE whore than I am, I went for Kubuntu instead. I fought for 3 days to get  the wifi working with our router and to stop attempting to connect me to our neighbor’s wifi.

I’m still fighting to get samba to play nice with our household network. I don’t think Kubuntu was quite ready with their KDE modules. My smb.conf is forever being overwritten. By what? I’m too busy to find out. Currently I’m installing gnome just to be able to log in with to Gnome and be able to use their tools to configure samba. Yes I could attempt to find and solve the problem, but the time it’s taking me to write this is really more time than I can spare in a day until Baby Boy is asleep.

If that doesn’t work, I’ll download and install Ubuntu and then install KDE. But not w/out a full back up. I thought I’d be safe with the files from my 5 yr. old machine but the external hard drive enclosure we  have fried my 80 gig drive. 60 of those gigs were music.

In all it’s been kind of fun. And I really think with the advances being made by the Ubuntu community that now would be the perfect time for Corel to start doing the Draw Suite for Linux again. If Adobe’s Shockwave developers for the hopeful linux version would actually show us some progress, *Ubuntu Linux would absolutely perfect for every computer in this house. Even Joseph concedes to the bit about Shockwave.

So there you have it, the one confession of switchery that I didn’t make is that I am no longer an ATI whore either.

I’ve changed my brand loyalty three times over and I’ve purchased instead of built my own. Somehow, I feel a bit dirty and underhanded.

1. Those to whom the words, “Just a few minutes,” actually means several hours.
2. Those who never ask questions or relay information of any sort.

Why must he feel the need to take over whatever she is doing with that screwdriver?

If a man takes away a woman’s screwdriver he’d better be replacing it with the alcoholic beverage type of screwdriver.

But her soul remains bonded to the land. I’m in a bit of a melancholy mood. I miss home and the Places To Love. If only half of the people in any grocery store at any given time had half a clue. Especially those who have a misinformed perception of what subsidies really are and what the “real” farmers lose in exchange… What everyone has lost. We’re country of idiots. So here’s the song of the day. Blame the PMS.

Take a woman from my generation who actually enjoyed the writings of Erma Bombeck, and you get thoughts such as this from my mind at times…

Do you ever find yourself with chocolate in one hand at the end of a really bad day, and coffee in the other, and then speak to them saying something to the effect of, “I don’t know that I would be alive right now were it not for the two of you?”

Care to know what drives me crazy about coffee?

I hate that feeling of being really sleepy yet you just can’t fall asleep… the next thing you know you’re thinking that coffee sounds so comforting right now, you have that cup of coffee and your eyes and body fall asleep but your brain is still working away at how to fix everyones problems and put things the way they should be.

I have yet to hear a single word about why the HPV vaccine is gender specific. There are no other gender specific vaccines, so is this one really such? And if not why are we not pushing to have boys vaccinated, also?

It’s common place for women and girls of a certain age to get in the stirrups once a year and have their cervix scraped while there are many men who are silent carriers for many various STDs yet no one tests them for those silent ones. Only those that can be found in blood & urine samples.

If we can simply swab the inside of a person’s cheek to collect DNA samples, there has got to be a way to bring some “gender equality” into STD testing.

And somebody still needs to clear up for me why this vaccine is gender specific. Yes, I know, women are whom it impacts the most, but men are spreading it around, too.

I really enjoy The Daily Grail. Their feed is the first I read every morning. They do a News Briefs of all things off-beat and slightly out there and some that aren’t so out there. At the end of each News Brief post, they have a daily quote. Today they chose one from Jack Kerouac. Love or hate him, the man did have some interesting things to say in his lifetime. And this one is a gem:

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

Jack Kerouac

Okay. So. (Yes this is how I talk when I’m frustrated and I’m going to type the same way so if you don’t like it, go away.) Bitch fest follows.

Two teenagers, a 9 yr. old and a very soon to be 9 yr. old and a husband.

Boy #1 is, until we move the heck out of this neighborhood, constantly at the home of a “friend” whom is not a good influence on him in any way shape or form. He feels that if his friends whom are 1-2 yrs. younger than him are allowed to roam the neighborhood until 10pm on a weekend and 9pm on a school night then that is what his curfew is. Not asking just flat out stating that it is so. Any attempt to get through to his brain that he cannot do this and is failing school simply because of the poor choice to not care about his school responsibilities falls on deaf ears. I get it. Baby Boy is tough to be around. Real tough. He takes a lot out of a person both mentally and physically.

Then there’s just having to keep finding and fighting for Baby Boy’s stability. While I myself am physically disabled. It’s fucking hard.

Then there’s husband’s work schedule and Bonus Boy’s schedule. Husband is slightly Asperger’s. He fails to understand the importance of informing of changes in his work schedule or changes in the custody schedule. He simply doesn’t remember. But when I ask him to please take the time to go to our family calender and put in his work schedule or to please as Bonus Boy’s mother to email him the information she calls to inform him of while he’s at work, he forgets himself and then bitches and complains that he’s forgotten and that he didn’t tell me because of this and that.

Five minutes a day to login to the family calendar and make and notations necessary is all it would take to allow for the mental and physical preparedness that is unnecessary for maintaining an orderly household. That and simply saying to Bonus Boy’s mother, “I’m at work and I’m never going to remember this. Please email these details.”

So, I’m to be mom, psychiatric care giver, teacher, wife, and submissive household administrative assistant. How in the hell can I do all of this when NO ONE will give the information needed. And then why do I get to be the one who gets yelled at because I wasn’t given the information?

If this were a job that I was being paid to do, I’d have quit a very long time ago.

I have a lot of them. The thing about these products is that while you look and smell great and your skin feels wonderful and are nice and relaxed when you’re all done. For some of us, me with the FMS, I’m also exhausted.

At this moment my feet are soaking in my massaging foot bath. But when the water finally turns cold, I’m going to be the one who has to empty it and put it away and then take the pumice stone to my feet, then get in the shower to use the divine spa shower products. And while I’m in there I’ve got armpits, legs, and bits to shave. All before the water gets cold.

I do believe I’ll have a friend cut my hair tonight. It’s so fried from this past summer’s bleaching job that had to be done before having vampire red hair. Joseph isn’t thrilled about it. My hair used to be waist length. Now it’s just past my shoulders. After tonight, it’s going to be a chin length bob so it can all grow out evenly w/out the fried bits.

He just might have a nervous breakdown. But he’s trying to understand that unhealthy hair is harder to manage and costs more to maintain.

Found yourself wishing you could gather all of your favorite people from your entire life, living or otherwise for just one night to enjoy their company all at once?

Sometimes I feel very lonely for conversation with those of a similar mind. I’m not saying that my husband doesn’t provide that and that we don’t have similar interests. We do. It just seems that some of those interests are not the same and I miss the conversation. Since having all of the guys together, the debates about theology and politics and philosophy and authors and their works, all seemed to cease and now it’s nothing but cars. Cars. Cars. Cars.

And in this fantasy world there exists a nail salon close to my home that stays open until midnight. I could really use a manicure & pedicure. And the Shiatsu Chair. Yes. The chair. But this fantasy world would also have to include a personal driver to and from the salon or a husband that would actually not mind being out that late for something so girlish.