Domestic Blurb

I single handedly conquered my entire agenda with regards to the domesticated .. and have loudly reminded everyone that we are NOT organic, so pick up all the *#$(*$(, as all the free range piles are getting out of hand&&*#&^*  I even took the whole 'what the..' incident with the ice maker... upon inspection something red probably my six year old's Edy's Popsicle congealed the opening shut.  I think benign sticky mess... I put my hand down inside door, and cut a decent chunk out of finger.

And dammit. I am not always to go to girl, and I am going to get the point across somehow.

GRRR

New Thinking

Do you think its all been done and you can't add to it? I don't think so.

That would make one book's ideas on free will true.

There isn't any.

Life's Eternal Questions

I spend time on and off this Internet thing because of the technicality of aspiring to having a complete life.  It is a work in progress, though, and one must realize they must stay savvy to the world around them.

I have decided I need a couple of things these days.

One:  better texting speed
Two:  Multiple resumes to hand out

It has become more and more difficult to go through life without a label.

So I know where to fit in the filing system.

This is the part where 'old' comes to play I guess.

Happiness at 4:52 is a tapping noise

Happiness is creeping down the hallway in platform patent leather shoes just because the more I think about it, Happiness will probably be giggles too.

Happiness is also relishing the fact world peace has UV lighting and can multitask.

I had better run before I fall asleep.

Silly.

Happiness could be falling in those shoes too.

But that has its fun too.

Have you ever felt like you were going to spontaneously combust due to the fact you had in your possession reading material that simply boggles the ordinary mind?  I thought being raised Catholic and having an Anthropology degree prepares me to read outside the box.

Boy, I was so wrong.  I'm just as consumed as the next person by the thought of a higher power than me.

Clarity of Thought

I am in the middle of reading something that arrived at a time when having my subconsious revealed grates upon the ego.  It feels like being stabbed with a spoon.

And then there's that whole idealistic view of Titanic's main theme.  Well it doesn't go on and on and I wasn't ready for that bubble to be burst.

So now its, use what you have, and quickly man.

Crap Nuggets.

Happy

I am exhausted, and I have kids to be with and I just really don't know where to begin.  Yesterday I was bound and determined to don my Easter Best and bear Thomasville like a martyr.  It ended up that Sarah was at the lake with friends.  I need to get out more I silently cry.  Then My niece Sam texts me and the world became full of color and love.

Thank you God.
I mean it.

My computer skills are so in need of a pimp out treatment.

Looks like a job for me and the Captain late one night... or ten.

Upon Opening the Table of Contents

I almost slammed the book shut because table of contents was the metaphysical 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' brought to life live and updated with the minions I associate with.  I just paused to read my opening statement and I realize that most of my entries are rant sessions.  I must brush up on my presentation skills because i am sure there are more ways to talk about issues I find relevant than to begin with a session of either bitching or whining. 

The more I get int this self critique, more point of simply being a social product pour out and I KNOW I don't have made in China tattooed on me.  (I will say that I have under duress spun the tale that I really am Chinese and was adopted by cruel parents who made me undergo plastic surgery to appear American ... in an effort to say I'd like to be anybody's Kid but CJs.

But I'm rambling because it is three am and I have some records to listen to in the background.. I found a treasure trove at a thrift store yesterday.  I am currently in my LAIR because I will fiddle with the fish tank if I am in the same room.

I should be sleeping.  Miraculously, I am tired, and I think I'll crawl into my nest under the stairs in a little bit.

Oh to really confuse people, I think the acupuncture is working, but I need osmosis to reinvent its rules to include bi proxy sink in for my husband.

And to make that statement clear:  John is an amazing person. A good father and provider.  I am so lucky to have such  wonderful life and to have my little corner in the world. I am very spoiled.  You know that I'd do most anything for my family and to assure they have every need met.  Wherein lies my problem.  Sometimes we forget to take the chances we did dating.

I miss my boyfriend. LOL*