neither of these suprise me
30 Mar 2009 3 Comments
in Quizes
You Are Going to Hell |
 Going to hell is fine with you. You’re not sure if you even believe in hell. And if there is a hell, it’s probably a pretty fun place! You rather be stuck with the troublemakers. Life is short, so why wouldn’t you live it up? Being good is incredibly boring. You’re not going to miss out on anything in life… even if you have to lie, steal, or cheat to get it. |
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You Are 92% Misanthropic |
 You are misanthropic to the point of being scary. In your view, people are a disease. You may want to lighten up a little – before you become a super villain! |
She is the puppetmaster
28 Mar 2009 3 Comments
in Kid Stuff
My sister and the princess are going away for a long weekend. They are DC bound. They leave tomorrow after the princess’ dance class (seriously 4 y/o ballet – way to cute for words). I went over there today to play with the princess so my sister c0uld pack and get some other stuff done (I’m a good sister like that)
It was clean up time (it’s clean up time it’s clean up time, let’s put away our toys) I was helping the princess clean up when she says
Can we just snuggle a little because we are both so pretty
And that’s how you get out of clean up time
Living in my head is often fun
27 Mar 2009 3 Comments
in Boredom, Ponderings, Silliness, TV STUFF
So Fred Flintsone drove a car made out of stone.
It had stone wheels and a stone frame
he used he feet to drive and often had a lot of people in the car
in this picture is Fred, Wilma, Barney, Betty Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm (poor Dino, has to run along side the car, although they did let him in during movies and put Pebbles on his head)
HOW FUCKING STRONG WAS FRED I mean really It’s a car made out of stone and he had four adults and 2 babies in the damn car. It’s made of stone.
He made it move by his feet.
That’s some strong feet and leg muscles he had going on there.
I don’t know what brought this on
24 Mar 2009 5 Comments
in DISCLOSURE, Feelings, Getting to know me
I’m not afraid of death. I’m not. When I die, I’m dead and won’t know what is happening to the people I left behind – that’s not to say that I WANT to die. I mean I know that when my grandparents passed away, we were a wreck, and I don’t want my family and friends like that. But what I’m saying is I know if something happens to a family member or friend, I know how I will be as “the one left” vs “the one gone” Again I don’t want to die, but I’m not afraid to. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t be crying like a newborn if I am ever in a life or death situation. I am a wuss after all.
But once I’m gone, I’m gone. When my sister was little she asked my mom what happens after you die. My mom said You Rot. Needless to say, religion was not a big part of my childhood. I don’t not believe in God, but I don’t believe in him/her either.
I know that if I die, I will be thought of everyday by at least 5 or so people, hopefully others will think of me and say
Remember when Rachel did….
And that’s ok.
I know when something happens to a family or friend that is what I do. We were talking the other day about my grandparents and things we use to do with them.
I had the grandmother who cooked all day
I had the grandmother who though ketchup was a main food staple (fyi, I HATE ketchup)
I had the grandfather who was loves sports and was strong and amazing
I had the grandfather who passed away when I was 15 months old and all I know about him is that he loved music.
I think about them a lot. Not every minute of every day, but often. When I see the kids and how NE loves baseball, – would he and grandpa have been the two who sat and watched sports together
Would the great grandparents have thought my nephews and niece were as funny and smart and fantastic as we do. Would they smile and laugh the way we do when LN shouts out show tunes while sword fighting.
Would they laugh while listening to the princess giggle and would they have fallen in love with her the same way we all did from the first second we saw her picture.
It makes me wonder.
But I’m not afraid of dying. I’m just not ready for it yet. I have way to much living to do.
You said it