Doug Pitt

So my husband is sitting in our friend's kitchen tonight and starts to tell this story from work today about a bike, and customer they had in the shop (he works for Harley-Davidson). Chad pipes up with "They'll never believe you."

"So I'm checking in this guy and his bike...this bike was sweet too. We're talking a DVD player that pops up and out, saddle bags with one holding this SWEET amp like I have in my truck, a fixed ferring ('chopper' style front). (A woman who works there) was walking back to the service department and glanced at him...then she nearly stopped and stared at him. Then she pulls me aside and tells me its Brad Pitt's brother. So I looked his name up again in the computer and, sure enough, his name is Doug Pitt. So I told him that some of the women up front were talking and I just asked him "Are you Brad Pitt's brother." He kinda laughed and said yes. He was a really cool guy. Apparently the bike had been Brad's but he sold it to his brother."

Ok, Jenn and I were freaking out a little. Yeah, I knew that Brad's brother lived in Springfield and I see his face on billboards for a new education campaign that he's involved in but SERIOUSLY!! In my husband's workplace?? I started laughing like crazy and asked Sean "You actually ASKED him if he was Brad's brother??" There is no way in heck that I would have done that.

Then I was all "Dude, you're like one degree of seperation from Brad Pitt now." Chad goes "Hey! I actually worked on the bike."

Then Jenn and I high-fived. We are so jealous and proud, all at the same time :).

Bored

I'm bored 90% of the time. I sit here at the computer hoping that someone will pop on to chat, or I check my e-mail obsessively, or I check to see if people have updated their blogs, or I play games on yahoo. Sure, there are other things I could do in the house to keep busy, but I don't...normally. When I do laundry you know that I've gotten fed up with being bored, lol.

The more bored I am, the less I can find to talk about...or write about in the case of my blog. It depresses me even more than normal.

Even now, its 3 am. There is an infomercial about a new way to quit smoking on the TV to my right and a burning cigarette in the ashtray to my left. The husband is snoring in the bedroom and the dog is snoring in the recliner. My eyes are burning and I'm thinking about heading to bed but I keep hoping that something amazing will happen if I stay awake.

And, lets face it, anytime after 11 pm is the only time there is some resemblance of silence in this house. Its the only time I have to me...and dangit, that time is precious! Sure, I'll be dead on my feet tomorrow but I think its worth the price sometimes.

Oh...and by the way..I'm getting a bunny. Might be tomorrow...might be next Thursday. Her name is Lucy...and I don't know whether to be freaked out by the fact that I'll have another animal in the house that has the potential to keep my dog barking all night long, or excited because DUDE!! I've been wanting a bunny for a long time.

Dream Time Again

With all the strange dreams I've been having lately maybe I should start a dream blog.

So I had another dream, the night after Mr. Shaw, but I can't pick out the specifics. I know what the building looked like. It was rather old with these double wooden doors that led the way in. There was a man's name over the doorway...but for the life of me I just can not remember who he was. I think it also may have been sitting next to a ball field of some sort.
I was bounding down these stairs with some friends when I saw the music teacher from Glee, at the bottom. I called to him, knowing that he was my professor, and asked him something about the event that was going on that night. I know that at this point I was trying to connect something with the name on the door so I wouldn't forget when I woke up. He was vague enough to frustrate me and then I woke up. UGH!

Did I mention that the music teacher in Glee is HOTT? Wow!

Ahem.

I've discovered Hulu lately. I have tried and tried to find something to amuse myself and it has SO MANY SHOWS on it. I've been watching season 2 of Greek....and no, I don't have any idea why.

I realized a few nights ago that I might be smarter than I give myself credit for. I was doing research for my book/dream thing and found an article on time travel. It was very technical - and I understood every word. Seeeeee?! Watching all 10 seasons of Stargate WAS good for me :). TV does NOT rot the brain after all.

PS...my dog is a freak.

Busy Since Thanksgiving

I came here to check things out and realized its been since Thanksgiving that I've posted. Normally I'd go on about depression or something...but its honestly been that I was busy. Its just been crazy here.

I plan to blog about my sis tomorrow.
I will blog on Monday - it will be venting...you've been warned, lol.
Tuesday........crap...I have no idea, but there will be something.

As for today I just wanted to catch up a little bit. But first - I need to make an observation or two.

**Have you realized that all the kid cartoon characters' voices are getting deeper? Either they have new voice talent or these kids are kinda getting old.
**Nothing is better for breakfast than tortilla chips and a dip made of Hormel Chili and Velveeta cheese (to both of these companies, I know you appreciate the plug so I'd gladly accept a lifetime supply of each. Thank you.)
**Is Dora crazy...or just lazy? I mean, its her mission, why is she always asking me to get up and help her out....and does she really think that tv works that way? I love watching her do it without my help. That and, when she tells us to yell something for her, my daughter just looks at her and raises and eyebrow like "Why?" Personally I think we'd both just like to see what will happen if we don't.
**I've obviously been watching WAY too much tv.
**The 'Dark Knight' was totally better watching it a second time.
**I'm addicted to Stargate - thank God for Netflix
**If its not polite to double-dip then why do they make tortilla chips so freakin' big?
**I get protective over weird things - like the bowling ball I've picked out at the alley or my seat in the van. I get the front seat, dangit. Don't try to take it from me - I cut you.

And..in a round-about way that kinda describes what my life has been like, lol. Eating nachos, watching tv, and fighting mentally with the person who thinks she can take my seat.

How have you been?

'Quad' Cabs Make Me Ill

This post will be filled with randomness. I've been hit with moments lately where I see something that reminds me of a feeling/thought/attitude/pet peeve that I possess...and I must blog about them, but since they aren't full post fodder I'll hold off and compile them. So, behold the random-goodness.

• Trash bags on the side of the road freak me out. Not because I'm "Green" and pissed, but because I've watched waaaay too much CSI. I just expect body/parts to be inside them...and the thought that I'm just happily driving by...well, it freaks me out.
• Have I mentioned that my dreams are way too intense. So bad that I think they are real and I'm usually out of breath and exhausted when I wake up.
• I miss the SCA like crazy. Sean and I haven't been able to participate for a year. Sad thing is, I think we would have made more effort if we weren't being faced with entering a new Shire (our local group). I miss the one in Topeka so much - they feel like family to me still and I feel so strange looking around and not seeing them fighting for creating. One of the women in my old group just became Princess, soon to be Queen and I'm ill that I'm not there to be a part of it. I'm crazy excited for her.
• I have a sick, terrible memory. I can't remember sh**. It drives me crazy - one of those things I really hate about myself.
• I hate meeting new people, and dread it, because I know that people will probably get the wrong impression of me. I either try too hard to be funny, cuz I think they're cool, and end up sounding like an immature dork - or I clam up and they think I'm stuck up/rude/angry/boring. Its a lose lose thing for me, lol.

Ok, I know there are more that I thought of...and I KNEW I should have written them down as I went along. Anyone wanna buy me a digital voice recorder?? I can promise some wacky car conversations with Jennifer that might just make you laugh until you pee :).

Anyway, on to the title of this post. Ever since Dodge came out with the Quad Cab pick-ups I've been seriously disappointed in Dodge as a company. Not because of the quality - but because of the STUPID NAME! Think about it. Normal trucks have 1 cab...then you have Extended Cabs which are 1 and a half (with the little half doors at the back). So....the name Quad Cab implies it has 4 cabs...which it freakin' doesn't. Despite what Sean thinks/says/argues/spews it does not mean 4 doors....then it would be something stupid like Quad Door...right? RIGHT?? And...AND more than 4 people can ride in it so it can't be that....

I want to talk to the person responsible for naming it...and find out what they hell they were thinking. Why call it a Quad Cab...and not a Dual Cab...wouldn't that be the next logical step?

As you can tell this is a thorn in my side. Sean has known for years that all he has to say is Quad Cab and I will lose my sh**. Its a serious illness with me. AND I will argue endlessly about it...which is what I did last night...until I finally said that I would post my argument to the blog world and find out what they think. So now its up to all of you - please help me out. Either argue my side or give me VALID reasons why they might name it as such - kinda like a poll, k?

Your answers and opinions on this may just save my marraige...ok, its not THAT serious...but he might get to keep all his body parts they next time it comes up in conversation. Please...Help...Us...

Quotes

Since I really don't have anything else to contribute tonight I'd like to post some quotes that I found when I was unpacking things. They were obviously printed on an old printer so I have no idea how long I've had them - but I kept the ones I liked and here they are.

~Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones just as the wind blows and fans a fire. - La Rochefoucauld

~Don't let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do. -John Wooden

~The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts. -John Locke

~To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act. -Anatole France

~There is no need to show your ability before everyone. -Baltasar Gracian

~To live with fear and not be afraid is the final test of maturity. -Edward Weeks

~Your whole life is a rehearsal for the moment you are in now. -Judith Malina

My Life Lately

You ever have one of those days where you just wonder what it's all about? I'm having one of those days...moments...lives. Like with these blogs...I don't think anyone ever reads them. So why do I do it? Is it this insane sense of needing something to do? Is it my quest for doing anything that resembles creativitiy?

Anway, I thought I'd play some catch up.

The Tuesday before Labor Day my bf Jenn and I went to Springfield to do some shopping. Something she and I have not gotten to do since I moved back. Usually we are loaded down with 5 kids or broke. We got ambitious that day and decided to have a girl's day at the mall. So it was just me and Jenn...and the two baby girls. A mommy/daughter day, if you will. All went well at the mall. Only a minor incident in Old Navy where I could not leave the store without buying the hot pink and black soccer ball for my little Princess. Well...until that guy from my recent state of habitation decided to rear-end us. I wish I had gotten a picture of his car.

Apparently, he had looked down at the map and completely forgot that he was in bumper-to-bumper traffic. He slammed into the back of us, completely crumpling the front of his dad's Dodge "I-paid-too-much-for-it" car. Once inside the nearest parking lot, and moments after opening my eyes to see the bumper of the van in front of us getting way too close, I jumped out to check on my Princess, who was screaming in the back seat. She was fine, but my heart nearly jumped out of my throat when I saw something brown smeared all over her leg, hands and face. I forgot about the chocolate mint she had snagged at the restaurant...all I know is that chocolate has never scared me so much in my life. Point of interest - it is not easy to open a wipey box when your hands are shaking and your body is in shock. Jenn's daughter awoke at impact long enough to scream and then went gently back to sleep. Thank God...I think Jenn would have been convicted of shaken-baby syndrome when it was all over. She was shaking so bad...she was scaring me. I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a second because I missed the part where our drinks flew out of the cupholders and onto my pack of cigarettes. Yeah...that Tuesday is not a day I ever want to re-live.

On Friday I came down with the worst case of bronchitis I've ever had, as stated in a previous post. 2 hours in the hospital ER and all I got out of it that day was a quick "You have bronchitis" and some antibiotic...and a hefty $550 bill. I had to have a steroid injection in both cheeks (monday) and felt just groovy for the rest of the day. But that was after going to see my mom in Kansas for the holiday weekend and not being able to breathe. I've just now gotten to the point where I'm not constantly panting and wheezing.

Today Jenn and I went to Springfield again...with all 5 kids which turned into yet another day that I do not wish to relive any time soon. We made out with a wonderful trip to McDonalds and 3 pairs of white football pants. However, I had to come home and remove my shoes and socks quickly. Jenn parked in a flood and I completely soaked myself. The boys loved it though. Oh yeah, water to the shins baby...Rock On!

And to top it all off, I give you one awful pic of me...but totally fun one of Jenn.

Today

I was just sitting on the porch, trying to think of what in the world I could do next. I have sat in front of this computer all freakin' day and my brain is just fried. There is so much I wish I could be doing right now. Instead, I'm sitting in the kitchen beside a baby gate that drives me insane, listening to 4 boys argue over Lego Star Wars and how it SHOULD be played, one baby girl getting into everything she can and another baby girl singing along with Spongebob's theme song. Yes, folks, 6 children. 2 of them are mine, 3 belong to my best friend (whom I live with, more on that later) and the 6th child belongs to my best friend's aunt...who dropped him off because her husband is in the emergency room.
BTW - you know that you are having a mildly bad day when a thought like "why couldn't his stomach have popped yesterday?" runs though your head. A: because it is a selfish thing to wish that someone's stomach had popped the day before so you wouldn't be the only one home with all of the kids and B: BECAUSE YOU WISHED HIS STOMACH HAD POPPED YESTERDAY! What kind of sick person actually entertains a thought like that???
Apparently I do.
I'll have to start cooking supper in a few minutes for the 9 of us that live in the house, and our additional guest. Did I mention that I'm not that great of a cook? Ok, give me a cookbook and all of the ingredients and we are good to go, I'll try anything...but just pulling stuff out at random and making a meal? Yeah right. As it is, I have decided upon mashed potatoes, mac & cheese with hamburger and probably carrots. I am so sad...rofl.
So - My family now lives in Missouri in a house with my bf and her husband...oh yeah, and the 3 children. My husband and I, plus kids, make a whopping 9. We have all lived together before, minus 2 of the children, and things were ok. However, it was our house we were in. Its amazing how different things are when it is no longer your own house but someone else's. Why are we here? Because we filed for bankruptcy and the court screwed us out of a house. It was not supposed to be on the bankruptcy...but we did put our missed payments on there so we could be counted as current. Welllll, the BC was not paying on those missed payments and we were told, around 6 months later, that our house was going to be foreclosed on due to lack of payment. Well, crap...what do we do now?? Move to Missouri, our home, to be with friends and family.
Now everything we have is outside in boxes and what little we need to survive is in a roughly 10x10 room - that includes our queen sized bed, our daughter's playpen "bed", tv, dresser, fan and a bookshelf. And I'm going insane. Our computer is inside - forgot that one - but it is in the kitchen...still not sure if that is a good or bad thing. Our son is upstairs sharing a room with the other 2 boys.
I go through days where I'm just sick of being here and then alternating between depression and elation...ok not so much elation as contentment. Life is what it is. Losing everything for the second time in your life tends to teach you new things...things I maybe could have gone without learning...but you learn, just the same. More later...as it is cooking time :)

Random Thoughts

For the record - this site has nothing to do with my business...I have a blog for that already. I guess I just needed a place to write, be me, and maybe make some new friends.

-This blog makes #7. I've tried the blog for all of my friends, the masked side of me so-to-speak. Its at yahoo!360. I have the blog for family at myspace that I never really look at. I have two with livejournal - one for business and the other I started so I could just be rebellious and obnoxious. That one has fallen by the wayside. I had a journal that a friend in Holland had made...complications arose that I will not mention so I had to say goodbye to that one. I have one with my deviantArt account, just started it, but feel like I need to be insanely creative when I write in it...so I never do. Maybe #7 will be the charm for me and be a place where I can relax, write about whatever I need to, make some friends and just Be.

-Isn't funny how you can be thinking of a million things to write..then sit down at the computer and they vanish? I had intended this post to be witty...full of anecdotes about life and confessions of my mind. Well...that's a pain in the behind. I can't think of anything to save me life. Perhaps I'll get out my pen and paper and think of what I wanted to say...then come back later and post it...lol.