Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Blah Blah Blah

I'm just not very interesting lately. Anyone know of an on-line patch for that?
I've been reading some of my archives and am sad that I lost my snarky spark somewhere along the way. I think part of it is because I have let go of a lot of my anger. Hurry, someone piss me off!

In other news, I recently got this email attachment from my baby sis:

She turns 30 this June, but she will always be my little sister. She is about eight weeks along, and really starting to experience the joys of pregnancy, i.e. puking. I can't wait to see the results of her marriage concoction. She is light skinned with dark red hair and her husband is Brazilian with olive skin and black curly hair. I'm thinking nephew.
Any Utah blogger buddies, I'll be visiting in late October, primarily to kiss newborn chicken neck and cry a lot.

A lady from a Pacific Northwest parenting message board that I have been a member of for almost 8 years, contacted me. I rarely post (I sense a theme) but she somehow deduced that I am an atheist. She is newish atheist and we've been exchanging emails.
She posted a link that I LOVE (thanks Theresa!) and I sent it to everyone that I knew would especially not appreciate it. I think most of you will though.

This was very powerful to me.
I wish Shrub Jr. was forced to really look at each one of those faces and honestly examine the US's own nuclear caches/policies before he decides to bomb them.
If only the constitution had been more clear that it truly intended freedom from religion, not freedom of religion. Sigh.
I hope the day will come when humans will stop attacking other humans because they believe that their "god" is better than your "god."
We're all just people...screwed up, misled, confused, and misinformed, but human.


Monday, February 19, 2007


Twin B...ob The Builder.
Ignoring the mother in hopes she will get that damn camera away from my face, a.k.a., the calm before the storm.

Can you see me now?

Mo patiently riding in the car, and someone messing with the date and sepia features on the cam.

Steamers on the Seattle Waterfront. Yum.

Best church eh-ver, in Seattle. "You are welcome here, come as you are." With gay pride colors and a Melissa reference.

Takin' a break and Rockin' the converse.

Two of my favorite men, with polar hair issues.

He was kicking my butt, err, I mean, I let him win.

For Joe in Vegas, I thought about it too late to get a good picture, sorry 'bout that.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Good Year? Michelan?

I'm so tired.
I know I put too much pressure on myself.
I recognise that I have un-realistic expectations.
BUT, I don't know any other way.
Since my husband started working night shift, I'm back to the single parent thing.
Hold on now, he is being awesome in every way that he can, but even awesome people need to sleep sometimes...except me of course *&%$#@*~.
There is a tremendous amount of pressure, because I feel responsible for five other peoples happiness/successful-ness and other important ness's. :o)
I'm the cook, the teacher, the taxi cab driver, the owie fixer, the mediator, the maid, the grocery shopper, the banker, the counselor, the spouse, and supposed sex goddess... and then after that, I go to work.
All of this has made my insomnia become a huger issue. It's really getting old, and I don't know how to fix it without being dependant on pills.
I don't have much, if any, down time...and I'm just. so. freaking. tired.
Which isn't very conducive to my OCD tendencies. ;o)
Yet here I am. Even when I have to be ON in -two hours.
Is this what "run down" means? Can I get some tire tracks on my face at least?