The word "racecar", "kayak", and "radar" are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left. Same goes for this sentence: "a man a plan a canal panama."
"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand.
"Typewriter" is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.
"Go." is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.
The name Wendy was made up for the book 'Peter Pan'.
No word in the English language rhymes with "month
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
The Halloween Party
A black man and his wife were going to a Halloween party in a couple of days, so the husband tells his wife to go to the store and get costumes for them to wear. When he comes home that night he goes into the bedroom and there laid out on the bed is a Superman costume. The husband yells at his wife, "What are you doing? Have you ever heard of a black Superman? Take this back and get me something else I can wear." The next day the wife, not too happy, returns the costume and gets a replacement. The husband comes home from work goes to the bedroom and there, laid out on the bed, is a Batman costume. He again yells at his wife, "What are you doing? Have you ever heard of a black Batman? Take this shit back and get me something I can wear to the costume party!" The next morning his irate wife goes shopping. When the husband comes home again from work, there laid out on the bed are three items: one is a set of three white buttons, the second is a thick white belt, and the third item is a 2 x 4. The husband yells at the wife, "What the hell are these for?" The wife yells back, "Take your clothes off. You can put the three white buttons on the front of you and go as a domino. If you don't like that one, you can put the white belt on and go as an Oreo. And if you don't like THAT one, you can stick the 2 x 4 up your ass and go as a fudgesickle.
A black man and his wife were going to a Halloween party in a couple of days, so the husband tells his wife to go to the store and get costumes for them to wear. When he comes home that night he goes into the bedroom and there laid out on the bed is a Superman costume. The husband yells at his wife, "What are you doing? Have you ever heard of a black Superman? Take this back and get me something else I can wear." The next day the wife, not too happy, returns the costume and gets a replacement. The husband comes home from work goes to the bedroom and there, laid out on the bed, is a Batman costume. He again yells at his wife, "What are you doing? Have you ever heard of a black Batman? Take this shit back and get me something I can wear to the costume party!" The next morning his irate wife goes shopping. When the husband comes home again from work, there laid out on the bed are three items: one is a set of three white buttons, the second is a thick white belt, and the third item is a 2 x 4. The husband yells at the wife, "What the hell are these for?" The wife yells back, "Take your clothes off. You can put the three white buttons on the front of you and go as a domino. If you don't like that one, you can put the white belt on and go as an Oreo. And if you don't like THAT one, you can stick the 2 x 4 up your ass and go as a fudgesickle.
From Today's Fortune Cookie
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Monday, November 25, 2002
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKAYLA!!
Today is Mikayla's 1st Birthday!
We had her birthday party yesterday. It went really good, except that miki was a little crabby. I think that is the way it's supposed to be though, kids are always crabby when you want have a lot of people over. She got alot of cool gifts and everyone gave her lots of kisses. She even got her very own little chocolate cake. I'll get some pics up as soon as I get them developed. I'm gonna spend tomorrow and wednesday getting all the old pictures up on her new site, plus some new pictures nobody has seen yet! Today I have to run JR to an appointment, they are probably gonna schedule the surgery for the kidney to be taken out. Sorry I couldn't type long, I'll be back later. :)
Today is Mikayla's 1st Birthday!
We had her birthday party yesterday. It went really good, except that miki was a little crabby. I think that is the way it's supposed to be though, kids are always crabby when you want have a lot of people over. She got alot of cool gifts and everyone gave her lots of kisses. She even got her very own little chocolate cake. I'll get some pics up as soon as I get them developed. I'm gonna spend tomorrow and wednesday getting all the old pictures up on her new site, plus some new pictures nobody has seen yet! Today I have to run JR to an appointment, they are probably gonna schedule the surgery for the kidney to be taken out. Sorry I couldn't type long, I'll be back later. :)
Sunday, November 24, 2002
Sex and My Fucking Fairytale Life
Yes, so I live in a bubble. But arn't bubbles supposed to be bright and shinny, and floaty and cute? Well, you know the down side of bubbles? They fucking pop. Yeah, they burst, and then what the hell are you supposed to do? You know what you do? You sit around and wait for the fucking bubble machine to start blowing out new ones. And while you sit and wait, you know what else. Your a fucking popped bubble, that's what else.
Okay, so your probably gonna say that I'm in a pissed off mood. Well, kinda. More irritated and sexually frustrated than anything. You see, I am supposed to be living this fairytale life. Yeah, me and Bambi, we kick it every now and again, but everytime he hears a loud noise he tends to run in my closet. I don't get it, and it really fucks with ya when you're stoned. We don't smoke together no more. He gets into all sorts of deep sentimental issues and wants to go traul-lup in the woods at three am. I dont' know about you, but I'm not much of a traul-lup-er.
So anyways, tonight is the issue, and it's about sex. Yes, with my old man, not prince charming. Prince charming would 'hold out' longer.
But my old man isn't prince charming, so he is freshly blown, satisfied, and sleeping right now. Me, on the other hand, is sitting here at this fucking computer wonderin if I should call Cinderella and talk to her about her 'time anxiety' issues. Hey, it's better than laying there listening to 'thinks he's a hog' man, snore. I mean, come on. Women like to cum too ya know. And it DOES take longer than 3 mins to do it. Give me about 7 mins and a little penetration, and I'll wiggle my way to happy land. But no, I'm not entitled to that right now, I guess.
He told me the other day that sometimes he just likes to cum and thats it. Well, ya know what? Maybe I'll just do that next time. I'll just cum and be happy and bye bye see ya later, no lube for you neither. He thinks that after he cums that I should just be able to lay there and get myself off. OK. Sure. While he's laying there wishing I would quit shakin the bed cause it's disturbing his sleep, I'm supposed to be happy and cum. Ya know, there are times that I cum and I'm happy just to go to bed, but what do I do, I keep going. But he can't do that. He goes a little limpy on the situation. So what I wonder is, why can't he hold it for a couple of minutes? I'm easy.
Like SnowWhite. Although I don't have seven dwarfs around, that must be quite interesting. Maybe I'll check out her new line of porn comin' out in the spring. She did tell me the other day that she was kinda 'short staffed' on the set, though, so they might not be ready for rent until the summer. I'll be sure and keep ya posted.
Anyways, mr macho man in there thinks he's the shit, but his nose keeps growing so I know otherwise (too bad thats the only thing growing). For the most part we are great together, but I'm not gonna put up with this pump for a minute - blow your wad in 3-2-1 - snore thing for much longer.
Please excuse me while I make Pinocchio tell me all sorts of nasty lies. His bullshit is always good comfort on nights like this.
Yes, so I live in a bubble. But arn't bubbles supposed to be bright and shinny, and floaty and cute? Well, you know the down side of bubbles? They fucking pop. Yeah, they burst, and then what the hell are you supposed to do? You know what you do? You sit around and wait for the fucking bubble machine to start blowing out new ones. And while you sit and wait, you know what else. Your a fucking popped bubble, that's what else.
Okay, so your probably gonna say that I'm in a pissed off mood. Well, kinda. More irritated and sexually frustrated than anything. You see, I am supposed to be living this fairytale life. Yeah, me and Bambi, we kick it every now and again, but everytime he hears a loud noise he tends to run in my closet. I don't get it, and it really fucks with ya when you're stoned. We don't smoke together no more. He gets into all sorts of deep sentimental issues and wants to go traul-lup in the woods at three am. I dont' know about you, but I'm not much of a traul-lup-er.
So anyways, tonight is the issue, and it's about sex. Yes, with my old man, not prince charming. Prince charming would 'hold out' longer.
But my old man isn't prince charming, so he is freshly blown, satisfied, and sleeping right now. Me, on the other hand, is sitting here at this fucking computer wonderin if I should call Cinderella and talk to her about her 'time anxiety' issues. Hey, it's better than laying there listening to 'thinks he's a hog' man, snore. I mean, come on. Women like to cum too ya know. And it DOES take longer than 3 mins to do it. Give me about 7 mins and a little penetration, and I'll wiggle my way to happy land. But no, I'm not entitled to that right now, I guess.
He told me the other day that sometimes he just likes to cum and thats it. Well, ya know what? Maybe I'll just do that next time. I'll just cum and be happy and bye bye see ya later, no lube for you neither. He thinks that after he cums that I should just be able to lay there and get myself off. OK. Sure. While he's laying there wishing I would quit shakin the bed cause it's disturbing his sleep, I'm supposed to be happy and cum. Ya know, there are times that I cum and I'm happy just to go to bed, but what do I do, I keep going. But he can't do that. He goes a little limpy on the situation. So what I wonder is, why can't he hold it for a couple of minutes? I'm easy.
Like SnowWhite. Although I don't have seven dwarfs around, that must be quite interesting. Maybe I'll check out her new line of porn comin' out in the spring. She did tell me the other day that she was kinda 'short staffed' on the set, though, so they might not be ready for rent until the summer. I'll be sure and keep ya posted.
Anyways, mr macho man in there thinks he's the shit, but his nose keeps growing so I know otherwise (too bad thats the only thing growing). For the most part we are great together, but I'm not gonna put up with this pump for a minute - blow your wad in 3-2-1 - snore thing for much longer.
Please excuse me while I make Pinocchio tell me all sorts of nasty lies. His bullshit is always good comfort on nights like this.
Friday, November 22, 2002
I'm also selling this too: Microsoft Office XP Professional - COMPLETE!
Yeah, I know....I just keep pluging the things that I'm selling. I'll blog soon, I promise.
Yeah, I know....I just keep pluging the things that I'm selling. I'll blog soon, I promise.
For All The People Searching For Suing McDonalds,THIS is the only thing I wrote about it.
Thank You, please come again....
I can't believe I'm getting 25 hits a day for this one damn post. Don't worry, I'm not going to turn this blog into the suing mcdonalds archieve. I should state my opinion about stupid moments in history more often.
Thank You, please come again....
I can't believe I'm getting 25 hits a day for this one damn post. Don't worry, I'm not going to turn this blog into the suing mcdonalds archieve. I should state my opinion about stupid moments in history more often.
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Boo
I've been a lazy blogger. It's actually because I have been pretty busy getting things ready for Mikayla's first birthday party. She's gonna have a ton of people over, and I have no idea how we are gonna fit this many people in our house. It's gonna be interesting.
Mikayla was sick this morning. Actually, she's been sick for the last week, but this morning she threw up 3 times, right in a row. It was an icky mess, but I laid her down and she slept for a few hours, and now she seems to be doing better. I dont' know if it's from the milk I've been giving her, because I have been trying to ween her off formula and putting half milk and half formula in her bottles. It could also be part of this virus that she has had. I took her to the doctor on Monday, but by the time we got there her temp was back down to 99 from 103, so I felt like the doc thought I was just over reacting. That's the second time this week she's had a high temp, and why it worried me so much. She seems to be doing better now though, thats the good thing.
I seen my therapist yesterday, and we went over my family history. I told him I had a fucked up family, and he agreed there was alot of conflict in my life. He seemed surprised by the fact that not very many people in my family seem to like one another very much. I guess that explains why I sometimes feel like I walk around scooping up everyone else's shit and putting it in a nice pretty bag for em. I'm the dumper, so he says. I'm the one that takes everyone else's shit and makes it look pretty. I guess he's prolly right. It makes sense. I'm such a nice person arn't I? Would you like for me to hold your shit for you, i'll put a bow on it, with sprinkles even. :) :)
Anyways, my life isn't that bad. I'm just a sap and good at making things seem worse then they are. He hasn't mentioned anything else about needing medication, thank God. I didn't want to take mood pills. They just sound weird to me. I know they are good for some people, but I'm addicted to enough things. I don't need to become a pill head too. Take something like that and I'll become this happy little vegetable, with little green fuzzy things hanging out of my head. But I'll be smiling about it. I'd prolly walk around "hey, wanna touch my pretty fuzzy green things?" and people will be like "fuck off" and I'll be like " :) :) okay :) :) ". And trot along to the next person I can try to brighten up with my vegi-happy-o-rama.
Okay, so the veggie thing prolly wouldn't work for me. But having someone admit to me that they believe my family is dysfuncional and that has alot to do with why I'm not functioning quite up to par these days, is working for me. So I'll continue to see my shrink until.. until... until....... until.......... until.......... "BANG!" oh sorry, back now.....wheew, that was close. Damn rabbits........ what was I saying?
Oh forget it, anyways, life is good. Miki is feeling better, just a sleepy head. And I'm still working tryin to make webpages. So there's the update!
See you next time on: (cheesy star trek music starts .... NoW!)
"The DrunK Girl That Thinks Too Much"
I've been a lazy blogger. It's actually because I have been pretty busy getting things ready for Mikayla's first birthday party. She's gonna have a ton of people over, and I have no idea how we are gonna fit this many people in our house. It's gonna be interesting.
Mikayla was sick this morning. Actually, she's been sick for the last week, but this morning she threw up 3 times, right in a row. It was an icky mess, but I laid her down and she slept for a few hours, and now she seems to be doing better. I dont' know if it's from the milk I've been giving her, because I have been trying to ween her off formula and putting half milk and half formula in her bottles. It could also be part of this virus that she has had. I took her to the doctor on Monday, but by the time we got there her temp was back down to 99 from 103, so I felt like the doc thought I was just over reacting. That's the second time this week she's had a high temp, and why it worried me so much. She seems to be doing better now though, thats the good thing.
I seen my therapist yesterday, and we went over my family history. I told him I had a fucked up family, and he agreed there was alot of conflict in my life. He seemed surprised by the fact that not very many people in my family seem to like one another very much. I guess that explains why I sometimes feel like I walk around scooping up everyone else's shit and putting it in a nice pretty bag for em. I'm the dumper, so he says. I'm the one that takes everyone else's shit and makes it look pretty. I guess he's prolly right. It makes sense. I'm such a nice person arn't I? Would you like for me to hold your shit for you, i'll put a bow on it, with sprinkles even. :) :)
Anyways, my life isn't that bad. I'm just a sap and good at making things seem worse then they are. He hasn't mentioned anything else about needing medication, thank God. I didn't want to take mood pills. They just sound weird to me. I know they are good for some people, but I'm addicted to enough things. I don't need to become a pill head too. Take something like that and I'll become this happy little vegetable, with little green fuzzy things hanging out of my head. But I'll be smiling about it. I'd prolly walk around "hey, wanna touch my pretty fuzzy green things?" and people will be like "fuck off" and I'll be like " :) :) okay :) :) ". And trot along to the next person I can try to brighten up with my vegi-happy-o-rama.
Okay, so the veggie thing prolly wouldn't work for me. But having someone admit to me that they believe my family is dysfuncional and that has alot to do with why I'm not functioning quite up to par these days, is working for me. So I'll continue to see my shrink until.. until... until....... until.......... until.......... "BANG!" oh sorry, back now.....wheew, that was close. Damn rabbits........ what was I saying?
Oh forget it, anyways, life is good. Miki is feeling better, just a sleepy head. And I'm still working tryin to make webpages. So there's the update!
See you next time on: (cheesy star trek music starts .... NoW!)
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
Stuff I'm Selling On Ebay
Buy My Stuff......hehe
Windows NT Workstation Software
Nintendo Game System with 16 Games
Buy My Stuff......hehe
Windows NT Workstation Software
Nintendo Game System with 16 Games
Monday, November 18, 2002
If You're Tired and You Know It, Go to Sleep
On Friday Jimmy threw a fit so him and I argued about my mom. He wanted to say stupid shit like I was just going to sit there and agree with him, but I stood up for my mom (she's my mom, duh!). He didn't like that, but I don't care. I asked him how he would like it if I sat there and said the things he said about my mom, about his mother (she died when he was 15), and he had nothing to say. Stupid shit. I found out the next day the whole reason he was being an asshole was because he had wanted to go home and go to bed hours before. How sad, he was throwing a fit like a 2 year old.
Then I find out yesterday that Shiela finally split up with her asshole boyfriend, Brian. I guess she didn't want to die, and this last choking/fight incident made her realize that. He almost busted her windpipe, and she's gonna have to wear turtleneck shirts all week to work to cover the bruses. Hopefully she doesn't go back to him. It's sad that her kids have to be around when this shit happens.
Thank God my life doesn't have this much drama in it anymore. I couldn't handle it. I like my nice peaceful (boring) life.....hehe
On Friday Jimmy threw a fit so him and I argued about my mom. He wanted to say stupid shit like I was just going to sit there and agree with him, but I stood up for my mom (she's my mom, duh!). He didn't like that, but I don't care. I asked him how he would like it if I sat there and said the things he said about my mom, about his mother (she died when he was 15), and he had nothing to say. Stupid shit. I found out the next day the whole reason he was being an asshole was because he had wanted to go home and go to bed hours before. How sad, he was throwing a fit like a 2 year old.
Then I find out yesterday that Shiela finally split up with her asshole boyfriend, Brian. I guess she didn't want to die, and this last choking/fight incident made her realize that. He almost busted her windpipe, and she's gonna have to wear turtleneck shirts all week to work to cover the bruses. Hopefully she doesn't go back to him. It's sad that her kids have to be around when this shit happens.
Thank God my life doesn't have this much drama in it anymore. I couldn't handle it. I like my nice peaceful (boring) life.....hehe
Friday, November 15, 2002
Nevermind, I fixed it!
I fixed Mikayla's Page!! I'm proud of myself. I began to think that I didn't know what i was doing.
I fixed Mikayla's Page!! I'm proud of myself. I began to think that I didn't know what i was doing.
Attention Web Designers That Know What They Are Doing
I just got Mikayla's New Site up and running, but there's a glitch. I got the template off the web, and I'm getting ready to email the person that created it cause I'm running out of ideas. Above the buttons there is this patch of background that comes through, and I don't know why. It seems to be worse the bigger the page is (more scrolling). I don't know how to fix it, but it is very annoying. If anyone wants to check out the source code and tell me what they think, I'm open to suggestions at this point.
I just got Mikayla's New Site up and running, but there's a glitch. I got the template off the web, and I'm getting ready to email the person that created it cause I'm running out of ideas. Above the buttons there is this patch of background that comes through, and I don't know why. It seems to be worse the bigger the page is (more scrolling). I don't know how to fix it, but it is very annoying. If anyone wants to check out the source code and tell me what they think, I'm open to suggestions at this point.
Thursday, November 14, 2002
My Poems
Since I've been so busy doing web stuff, I figured I'd put a couple old poems I wrote on here. These are from about 5 months after Bobby died, I got into drugs really bad. This is what I wrote living in an abandoned apartment at 16 in with a user boyfriend who fed me dope to keep me happy (it must not have worked....lol):
5/18/97
The clouds roll in and the thunder screams down,
Rescue me, please, from this hell that I've found,
Spinning down deeper, soon to swallow me whole,
Losing the grasp of my own self control,
Yet sometimes the poison slips out of my reach,
And "I'll never go back!" are the words that I preach,
This craving then pokes me with daggers of greed,
As hell is within me and grows from this need,
I'll fight off the hunger that aches for a treat,
I won't let it break me, I admit no defeat,
If I give in again and it pulls me back down,
I'll live with addiction or dead in the ground.
-----A Short One---------
A sweet and sour image in a pale and brittle sky,
And even though I'm falling deeper I still don't want to die,
So I breathe beyond the scattered rain that falls within my heart,
But every time the tears are dry the storm begins to start.
Since I've been so busy doing web stuff, I figured I'd put a couple old poems I wrote on here. These are from about 5 months after Bobby died, I got into drugs really bad. This is what I wrote living in an abandoned apartment at 16 in with a user boyfriend who fed me dope to keep me happy (it must not have worked....lol):
5/18/97
The clouds roll in and the thunder screams down,
Rescue me, please, from this hell that I've found,
Spinning down deeper, soon to swallow me whole,
Losing the grasp of my own self control,
Yet sometimes the poison slips out of my reach,
And "I'll never go back!" are the words that I preach,
This craving then pokes me with daggers of greed,
As hell is within me and grows from this need,
I'll fight off the hunger that aches for a treat,
I won't let it break me, I admit no defeat,
If I give in again and it pulls me back down,
I'll live with addiction or dead in the ground.
-----A Short One---------
A sweet and sour image in a pale and brittle sky,
And even though I'm falling deeper I still don't want to die,
So I breathe beyond the scattered rain that falls within my heart,
But every time the tears are dry the storm begins to start.
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