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Monthly Archives: October 2002

Groan

On days like this I wish I lived on the top floor of a very tall apartment building.
I have my first cold of the season, stuffy nose, aches and pains, and I can’t get warm. Super!

It’s 5P.M. and the kids have started their mission to see who can get the most candy. Even the friggin’ parents are carrying bags this year, have they no shame?

They have an hour before I disconnect the doorbell, and turn off the lights. It’s halloween and I’m entitled to be a bitch Witch.

Useless information you have no interest in :) Stolen from Danny

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I hate shopping!

With a passion! I get absolutely no pleasure at all wandering around the mall looking for the things I need. Usually when I’m there to buy for someone else, a hundred things will be crying “buy me, buy me”! Inevitably, when I’m there to stock up on winter clothes because last years collection looks rather raggedy, I fancy nothing.

I seem to be stuck in that in-between stage. To old to wear those skimpy little numbers I find on the rail, but not feeling quite old enough to progress to “grown up ” clothes, and quite frankly, I’m really cheesed off with wearing jeans.

Skirts are either to long or to short, everything seems to have a fringe, and I refuse to buy a pair of pants that looks like they have green mold ironed into them. What is that all about?

There were about 30+ pairs of boots I could have bought, each pair better looking than the next – but if I had come home with one more pair of boots, I think hubby would put me on the next plane back to the UK. :)
I left with a few silky tops, in a variety of colours, feeling defeated. I should stick to shopping on-line, easier, hassle free and no fighting with the little old lady who grabbed my parking space.

A brief word on Belly button piercing

What the hell was I thinking?

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Tis decorating season again

I’ve been rather neglectful with my festive decorations for Halloween this year. Only now I dragged the box of goodies from the basement – but what a pitiful collection I have.

One straw witch, whose face has been smashed, a couple of squished pumpkins, the usual spider webs whose spiders I can’t seem to find, a scarecrow, and some pumpkin candle holders.

I received a “That’s it!?” from my son, who proceeded to open the front door, and point to the house down the street with the 24ft spiders web enveloping the front of the house, the makeshift graveyard in the front yard, and orange and black flashing lights in the window.
This is the same house that’s lit up like Kennedy airport the day after Thanksgiving right through till the middle of January. Way OTT.

Tomorrow on my day off, I’ll have to run to the store and pick up bags of cheep candy to hand out to the hordes of kids who descend on my house trick or treating. Kids I’m convinced are bused in from other areas. Then I”ll have to march around the neighborhood with my son and his friend collecting candy which will inevitably be thrown in the garbage as it’s the same cheep crap I buy.

Government crackdown on ‘date rape’

Was reading an article in The Observer about this law, not yet passed, where men will be forced to prove they have made efforts to ensure their sexual partners are willing. They will no longer be able to use the defense they ‘honestly believed’ (which is considered a loophole) the woman involved wanted sex, even if she was fighting them off, and the woman’s sexual history couldn’t be used against her.

In my opinion, the ‘honestly believed’ defense should never be allowed in the first place if the guy readily admitted the woman was fighting him off.

However I’m concerned about this new law. Short of video taping the encounter, how would a guy go about proving he took steps to ensure the sex was ‘voluntary and genuine’?

Off topic, but interesting read

A good day

So it’s my birthday and wedding anniversary today. The good news, hubby remembered both, the bad news, I forgot my anniversary. *sigh*

I’ve always loved my birthday, the fact that I’m a year older has never bothered me at all. It’s always a day where I get pampered, taken out for dinner, and waited on hand and foot. Even the “cat from hell” seems subdued today.

Today I’m happy, I have this permanent smile on my face which is causing my son to constantly ask “what’s the matter mom” :-) obviously I need to smile more often so it appears as the norm.

My birthday is usually the time I make resolutions for the coming year. My January 1st resolutions are usually forgotten due to the unusual amounts of alcohol consume.

So as off today, I’m going to try and be more tolerant of people in general. Especially gum chewing cashiers who always seem to get a phone call when I’m next in line and people who think AOL is the Internet, it’s become apparent at the ripe old age of 39, I’m not perfect.

I just hope someone remembered to order a cake!