Everyone needs a fleet of flying monkeys to rip the stuffing out of the annoying people in their lives
— Laura

If they had had these when I was a kid I would have sold my brother to get one. I bet I would have gotten top dollar for him too from that creepy man that lived down the street that used to stand in his front yard with a weird smile on his face asking children to reach deep into his front pockets for his ”special candy”.


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Greenpeace is having a whale naming competition for a whale they “adopted”. There are thirty names on the list. Most are names like greek Gods or foreign language words that translate to something cool. All but one.”Mister Splashy Pants”. Please click here and vote for “Mister Splashy Pants”. The last thing we need is another high- falootin’, snooty whale in our oceans. Thank you for your help.


Apple Pie

The thing I am most thankful for this holiday season I suppose is that I am still alive. I got sick last weekend and it just went downhill from there. The doctor told me I had bronchitis and gave me a bunch of drugs. Since I was too busy trying to cough up both my lungs, I missed Thanksgiving dinner at J’s parents. Instead I stayed home watching movies on Netflix and going through three boxes of Klennex. The kind with the lotion in it, cause I’m sensitive like that.

My friend Duane called me and said that it was probably karma coming back kicking my ass. That I was probably recently really bitchy to someone, and this was my payback. I told him I really doubted it because if bitchiness counted in the karma scheme of things I would have been dead many, many years ago.

The above picture is an apple pie I made. I was going to make it for Thanksgiving dinner, but just made it today before the apples could start rotting. I think I’ll freeze it until I’m able to taste it. Maybe by Christmas.

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The holidays are quickly approaching. With that being said, I haven’t really done any shopping. I thought I may get a few things this weekend, but instead I have been home all weekend nursing a cold. God I hate having a cold. But then again, I don’t know of anyone that enjoys them.

I remember when I was a kid going through the Sears and JC Penney catalogs and circling everything I wanted. Then I would hand the catalogs to my mom. On Christmas morning though I never remembered getting anything I had circled. I guess it was the start of my knowing life could be disappointing. Or maybe it was the start of everyone around me realizing I’m a greedy bitch and attempting to teach me a lesson.

As you can see, I never actually learned that lesson.


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