I got my review over at I Talk 2 Much and I was scared but Merciless Minx gave me four smacks. From what I’ve seen in the past, that’s pretty good. She hates my polka dots, but I am working on doing a redesign here soon. I still secretly like them though. And I know about my sidebar being a bit mixed up. I just haven’t had the energy to find out how to fix it. It was gorgeous when I first got that design done but a little messing with it on my part and there you go! Chaos.

The template is cute despite the polka-dotted pink monstrosity of a background. I advise wearing eye protection until the site finishes loading. Those polka dots are lethal visual projectiles. The content area, while also pink, is a shade that doesn’t interfere with reading.

The sidebar I have mixed feelings about. Overall it’s nice and organized, but a few things bug me. The link colors are inconsistent. The top half have links that are white text on pink background, and when you hover over them the text disappears. These links look stupid. The bottom half looks better—white links against the black background, which turn pink if you hover. Keep it consistent, and use the color scheme from the bottom half. The Flickr box looks weird pushed up against the left side. It should be lined up with the rest of the stuff. Her blogroll is thankfully on another page. Good thing too because, damn, she’s not kidding about it being a long-ass blogroll!

The posts are a good read too. The “Neighbors” post had me giggling at the image of her chasing a pit bull around the yard in her underwear with a fly swatter. Funny stuff. For all its pinkness, this blog is surprisingly good. Not a disaster at all. Darnit.

Isn’t it crazy how $2.00 a gallon for gas seemed so absurd and now if you saw a gas station with two dollar gas, you would practically kill yourself to get there?

Things are going pretty well around here except for that we have completely fallen off of, got run over by and then drug along by the get healthy wagon. We have been eating cookies, people! F’ing cookies. Help. Why can’t I find the motivation? Why isn’t my ever growing ass or the fact that it is already “shorts weather” in Texas motivating me? Why is Macaroni Grill’s bowtie pasta with creamy garlic sauce with extra sauce laced with crack?

Also, I have baby/puppy fever. I don’t think I could handle either one right now, but doesn’t stop me from wanting one.

ME: I may be a psycho, but I am not destructive.
HIM: What? That’s not even possible. You can’t be one and not the other.
ME: Yes huh. I may try to ruin your life but I would never ruin your things.
HIM: Nice.

She gaurds us from the evils of the trash can and the birds in the front yard.

We are getting a decent tax refund this year and the stupid IRS keeps changing the date that we are getting it. There is alot that I need to do with that check and it’s freaking killing me that it isn’t here yet. One of those things is my birthday celebration. I finally came up with a plan of things to do that I liked and now it can’t be done because of money issues. So now I am really really depressed about this birthday. I’m not a foo foo girl and I don’t require big fancy dinners and things to make me happy, but I did want to do SOMETHING. And getting a present would have been cool. I guess I need to look at it like I don’t deny myself anything during the year, so it’s not that big of a deal. This is part of being an adult that is 30 years old. Time to put on my big girl panties and suck it up.

IT’S NOT A CHILD’S TOY. IT’S A REAL, LIVE, 10-YEAR COMMITMENT.
It’s Easter time again. Pet store windows are filled with adorable baby bunnies. Your kids are begging you to buy one. It’s so hard to resist. After all, you think, wouldn’t this be the perfect, low-maintenance “starter pet” for a young child?
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Getting a free Razr cell phone and letting your husband have it so that he will have a new phone.

I love this new house except for the neighbors on one side. They do not clean up their yard at all. Their front door is on the side of their house and we have windows in our living room that face it and there is a ton of trash out there. All along the side of their house and consequently, ours, are some packing peanuts, an old newspaper, a stepping stool, a DIRTY diaper, and some wooden boards. I take it that we will end up cleaning that up at some point. The grass is dead right now but I would be willing to bet that they don’t cut their grass very often during the summer either. They leave their trash can out by the street all week long. They never ever bring it up to their house. They just keep taking more and more trash and stacking it next to the big trash can by the street.

Then we have the issue of their dogs. I hate people that don’t bring their dogs inside EVER. The dogs live outside. What the fuck is the point of having them then? I never hear them outside playing with them. So, these attention starved mutts bark their fucking heads off 24 hours a day. I swear to God. That, in turn, makes my dogs go ape shit and want to go outside and bark back at them. My pit is so crazy and won’t come inside without much threatening from the evil mama.

That brings us to this mornings senario. I am outside at 8am in my tshirt and panties and flip flops chasing Mazzy around with a fly swatter. Picture that for just a moment. We have a privacy fence but I’m sure you can still see me. I would generally care if people saw me engaged in this type of activity, but with these people I seriously do not give a fuck. I hope they get an eye full of my blue panties and flopping boobs running around the yard. Yeah, that’ll teach em.

From this article about the Rollergirls and how I feel about why I want to Roller Derby:

I’ve no idea if this all-female skater-owned-and-operated phenomenon is third-wave feminism or eighth-wave sexploitation, and I barely care. But I do know that the Lonestar Rollergirls are doing this for themselves, doing it well, and having one hell of a rollerball doing it. These are not the losers of Celebrity Survivor, Cops or Cheaters. They’re not on TV because they passed an audition and fit a demographic. They’re on TV because they’re doing something different, something valuable.

They’re putting us back in touch with our primitive side, one elbow to the throat at a time, and that’s something many of us need in these sedentary times. Too many of us are surrounded by television screens and computer monitors, losing our sense of self and place in a flood of pixels. While this life is wonderful in so many ways, it can also impoverish our human senses. If the boldest thing you do all week is a little unauthorised web surfing from your corporate cubicle, then you should celebrate the Lonestar Rollergirls and their refusal to renounce violence or dress appropriately. Puta Por Vida.

What an awesome way to stay in shape, let my wild side out, and kick some much needed ass!

And the countdown begins….. I’ll be 30 in like three weeks. How insane is that? Okay, I guess not that insane because everyone gets older. I just still don’t even know what I want to be when I grow up. I really need to bust ass and get my teaching certification done. I’m so bad about making myself do anything remotely school related. Ugh.

So, back to the birthday. I really haven’t given it any thought. Isn’t that terrible? I should at least want to go eat dinner somewhere. Or go see some strippers. Something. I don’t have any desire. I don’t have anything cute to wear and I haven’t been working out or tanning. Maybe that’s the problem. In my defense, I have been sick with the snot coming out of my head at all hours and feeling super sleepy. However, I have big plans on the horizon which involve forcing myself to start working out. That’s not the big thing, but the big thing will include working out. Confused? Look here and think about it. Yes, I’m serious. Now start thinking of a name for me. Lucy Furr is already taken.

Last night Elvee and I get into an argument about what to watch on TV. This is generally our biggest disagreement on a daily basis. I like junk TV and he likes boy crap or movies that we have already seen. I generally just give in to his shows but he will not do the same when it comes to me. So, I’m folding socks and underwear and we are arguing. He’s really pissing me off by telling me that if I just watch this one part for the next twenty minutes, then I can watch my show. So, I go off on a tangent and tell him that I hate it when he does that and what am I doing folding his clothes when he can’t do anything for me and blah, blah, blah. Then I decide to drive my point home by throwing all the socks and underwear back in the basket and shuffling them all up. Oh yes, take that! You’ll never be able to pair your own socks up together without me doing it! That will teach you! I realized as soon as I did it that it was the dumbest shit ever and I probably looked like an idiot, but I was trying to prove a point so I couldn’t give in. I picked up all the socks that fell on the floor during the “shuffling” and tried really hard to not look at him. I could feel him staring at me though so I look up and he seriously looks worried about me. Damn, I could not stop myself from cracking up. He still got to watch his show and now I just have to start over sorting those damn socks and underwear.

It’s like clothes for your table. Someone stop me.

I am sick again. I have a fever and a sore throat and a really big headache. Kind of scared that I might have pneumonia again. This is how it felt when it first came on. God help me if I do.

So, I started this weekend off with this shit with the fever and the whole bit. Then yesterday, my little dog had diarrhea all down my hallway. I turned my head for one second and he shits a trail down the hall. So I’m sick and I have to shampoo carpet. Great. Then, the big dog sees a cat outside and is tearing up my window sill trying to get to it, so I hold her back and she stomps on my foot. Then I go to bed last night and feel like shit all night and the dogs are acting crazy and keeping us awake. Finally, Elvee puts them in their crates at like 5:30am. He had to be up to go to Dallas today for work at 6. Well, the dogs start barking like crazy at around 8am and I get up and the little one is so upset that he got crated in the middle of the night that he has shit (liquid again) all inside his crate. At least it’s in the crate though. Easier to clean. So, I make them go outside and I carry his crate outside so I can clean it and I turn and look back and I have dripped his funky dog shit all down the hall. FUCK! I take them to bed with me cause I feel like ass and decide I’ll deal with it when I get up. Then, I get up around 11 and have to go to the bank. I go to leave and realize that my husband has both sets of truck keys so I can’t go anywhere and he isn’t coming home until late tonight. I swear. I am so pissed I can’t see straight. He didn’t do it on purpose, but I cannot take one more thing happening to me. This weekend had better start to look up or I am going to go nuts!

I think these guys are going home:
- David: absolutely has no style. He can sing Sinatra, but what happens when they started having themed shows?
- Ace: A super cutie, but he nearly put me to sleep last night with that song.

They only choose two guys tonight, but this guy is not going to last much longer. I cannot stand that stupid smile of his. And I want this guy to go all the way. I HEART him so much. He is my American Idol crush.

I haven’t kept up with the girls as well, so I don’t have a prediction for them. Most of them sucked this week though. Except for this girl.

When it’s right to have children? I am so afraid to be in charge of someone else’s life. To have the time to teach them to be a good person and nuture them and make them feel safe. I know we’d have a fun house, but would we have the time or the money to be what we really want to be?

Don’t worry, I’m not pregnant. Just curious.