Ramblings of the Mildly Insane

Sometimes, when you’re surfing the net, you can find yourself in some unsavory neighborhoods. Although these unsavory neighborhoods are unsavory, well, you can’t fight the temptation to link to them. Well, now there’s a solution - protect yourself and others with link condom. Enjoy.

*The link provided is wearing protection

eh hem…I just received this email - notice the name of the entry to which this comment was posted (I bolded it)
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Oh, the irony. Some poor innocent blog owner is prolly going to be blamed for this B.S. because their blog is being linked to regarding how much they hate comment spam. I’m almost tempted to think this was manually entered spam by a kid who has waaaaay too much time on his hands.

Did spammers just start smoking crack or something?!? It’s not like these comments even see the light of day on my blog any way (at least not in their original spammy goodness).

Done ranting.

I have no idea what could have brought this on, it’s not like my client is Satan or anything (as least not as far as I can tell). This particular client is actually very nice. Last night, cozy in my bed sleeping the night away and then, just sometime around 4ish this morning I woke up in a cold sweat b/c I had a dream my client was chasing me with *something* lethal - have no idea what it was though (you know how remembering dreams go) and I’m somewhat concerned this is my *woman’s intuition* kicking in.

Gosh I need a break….

P.S. If you’re a client and you’re reading this, I’m not talking about you and yes if it were you I’d tell you.

I just got a package from the UPS man. I opened the box and wouldn’t ya know it, goodies as far as the eye can see. I have to say a big thank you to Adriana from ABC Gifts and Baskets for this wonderful treat. Warms my heart see cookies, and more cookies, and even more cookies - and not just any cookies, some of the yummiest cookies I’ve ever tasted too :D.

P.S. Valentine’s day is around the corner, consider a nice…eh hem…present for your other half.

Okay, I have to give Jennifer at Scriptygoddess a shout out because this is simply amazing. These aren’t the kind of earrings you wear (although you very well can) because they seem too beautiful and delicate. I don’t have pierced ears, but I’m tempted just to get a pair just to say I have them.

And the design! Don’t get me started on that! It’s simple, however, she got Wordpress to power her ecom site. Keep up the awesome work Jennifer, I bow down to thee. And to bite the phrase someone once told me “when I grow up, I want to be just like you.”

Happy Sunday everyone! It’s odd how my favorite day of the week went from Friday to Sunday in the matter of a few months, but I find it so wonderful to wake up in the morning, stretch like my cat, have a brief conversation with God, and realize I don’t have to do a damn thing all day long - that’s enough for me and everything after is just an added perk.

But you’d think that’s all, huh? Nope. I get to watch Lifetime Movie Network. It starts out with one movie that happens to look interesting on the channel guide, next thing I know I’m in tears and it’s some 5 hours later. I have no idea what it is about Lifetime, but it’s the best network ever created.

Also, blogs, I love catching up on all the blogs. It seems that everyone saves up everything they have in them for Sunday morning and I get to widdle away the morning hours reading, laughing, sobbing, and commenting…what could possibly be better than this?

I’ve been debating for a while. Should I post a picture of myself on my blog? There are some good things and some bad things with putting a face to the name. While I feel my scrolling girl over on the right is a fairly accurate representation of myself, I know some people might be curious of how I look IRL. So, if anyone reads my blog - what do you think? Or does it even matter to you at all what I look like?

You scored as Winter. You are WINTER. You’re more introspective, thinking deeply, feeling deeply. You love nothing better than to enjoy one on one time with those who are important to you. You are cautious, and sometimes second guess yourself. Dreams, though you have them, are a luxury, because life is not a plaything.

Spring (80%)
Fall (80%)
Winter (80%)
Summer (65%)

What Season Are You?

Winter is my favorite and least favorite season. A lot of things happened to me in a winter very long ago. However, their interpretation is pretty true, although technically I should be Spring, Fall, and Winter according to their chart - courtesy of Tom

Talking about fear of having a mini version of myself, it reminded me of some of my high school antics. Like I said, I was never really a bad person and didn’t do the smoking/drinking/promiscuity thing, but I was very enterprising :D.

While other teenagers were thinking of what to wear the next day, I started a Hoochie service. It originally started out as a matchmaking service for the school dance and I did a pretty dern good job. Some of the girls got to thinking about extending the business, and next thing you know, I already had about 15 female hoochies and 3 male hoochies lined up. They called me pimpmama, I called them hoochie 1-#. It was a very close loving relationship we all shared.

Now before you all condemn me as a heathen, I wasn’t selling sex and I had a long discussion with my hoochies that they didn’t have to do anything they didn’t want to and they wouldn’t need to date anyone over the age of 18 or who had graduated from high school. I got a couple football players to be the drivers/bouncers. I had business cards and flyers printed up. I discussed a fee schedule with the ladies and gents. Everything was good to go…that is until Mr. Jones found out. Damn…

He called me into his office, had a speech about how I was “a very smart girl” and how I should “already know that it was wrong to pimp out girls” (and some guys) and I remember thinking to myself “Dude, you’re the biggest pimp of all with your polyester suit. You look like you stepped out of an episode of Shaft. Who are you trying to kid?” - but now that I’m older and wiser, I can understand why a hoochie service may not have been the best way to earn money in high school. Thankfully he made a deal with me - if I promised to quit the pimping business and get a legit job he wouldn’t tell my dad. I ended up working at Wendy’s through high school.

Oddly enough, some people still call me pimpmama. Sometimes I miss the good ole days…I never thought I’d ever be able to look back at that and laugh. It’s because of stuff like this which gives me pause on having children though.

Disclaimer: If you’re in high school, do not try to start one, there is a 99% chance it will not work out and you will get caught before your first flyer goes out.

It’s like it just started. No warning. No nothing. Tick tick tick tick tick. I’m only twenty some-odd years old, I shouldn’t have a biological clock and I sure as hell am not ready for any kids…yet. But, it seems that everyone is pregnant and married and happy and in perfect perfect land and dammit, I’m jealous!

I’ve always had problems with aging. I think I understand where the problem came from and have a serious fear of dying within ten years or getting too old to enjoy anything in life, so I’ve always been in a hurry to accomplish everything. I’m thoroughly pissed off because I haven’t gone to law school yet, the closest I’ll get to becoming a doctor is the Gray’s Anatomy book on my shelf (by choice), and my dreams of becoming an astronaut are trashed because “I don’t have the time for it” and now, I’m scared I won’t have time for a family either. It’s like God decided to put a time limit on when we can settle down, so now I have to get all the fun-stuff out of my system by the time I reach 30ish. It’s like he’s saying - choose. Accomplish all those nifty things you wanted to do when you were a kid (each of which may take you a couple years) or settle down and start family.

Geeez, I don’t like getting older. Why couldn’t I just stay 21 forever?