There are lots of things I don't like to admit

One of which is that I.......play World of Warcraft. Admitting this is kind of the equivalent of admitting to polite company that you like to smell your own socks, or possibly those of others. I don't know why it seems like such a shameful thing to me. I mean, Christ, how many millions of fucking people play the damn game? 70 bazillion at my last count. It's the kind of addictive that doesn't seem to fade..kind of like crack or obsessively watching the Maury Povitch show. I guess as a self professed geek it shouldn't be all that shocking that I play an online game and I am nowhere near as bad in my geekness about it as a lot of the people in my guild. Because, yes, I am a member of a guild, and we do geeky shit. Crap. Now I've totally blown my cover.

Apparently, I'm very amiable

Last night while attempting to get to sleep, I had a lot of random thoughts going through my head, thoughts that at the time I thought were worth blogging about. Of course I have now completely forgotten my amazing night time revelations. However, I decided to log on and check out the multitude of comments my last entry garnered. "Finally," I thought, "I have found an audience who appreciates my subtle wit and refined taste." Unfortunately, that was not the case. A lot of the comments are more confusing than anything, and I deleted quite a few before I gave up and started finding them charming in a spammy/bad English/obviously on the wrong site kind of way. Anyway, direct your attention to the entry proceeding this one and you'll see what I mean. In answer to a few comments: Not interested, really unsure of what you're saying, and thanks (I think). That about covers it.

I seem to have a very confrontational attitude about this blog.  Which is fucking ridiculous...who cares but me that I'm drunk on Old Grand Dad and whatever the hell else I have going on?  I want to start writing again...because that was always what I felt I was good at.  But maybe I'm not that good at anything anymore.....Oh fuck.   Fuck a bunch of all kinds of fucking fuck.  I'll try this again..at some later date.

For some reason I can't post this to anything else

I having become Crazy Cooking Lady

Because my idea of cooking used to be putting salt, pepper, and garlic powder on my Totino's Party Pizzas before I stuck them in the oven, the fact that I am actually cooking meals is pretty phenomenal.  So I thought I'd share the recipes I've blatantly stolen.  All of them are bad for you, although some are obviously going to cause a coronary before others.

Beef and noodles--I use Amish noodles instead of frozen ones (man, can those Amish ever make a noodle) and I put half the marjoram, because I think it's too much.  Also, I usually double this recipe and we eat on it for days like grazing cows.

Lasagna--This is completely basic, easy and freaking yummers.  I use sausage because the doctors have put me on a high pork diet.

Spaghetti and meatballs--I leave out a lot in this recipe because I don't ever have fresh herbs.

Farmers pork chops--These started my cooking frenzy...they are so good..they almost make me cry.

Gooey butter cakes--These will kill you.  

Mashed potato bake--If you're not dead already from the butter cakes and pork chops, this should do it.

MOP burgers--I really don't like Rachael Ray, but I made these the other night and they were the shit.

Wheee!

I really have neglected this blog for several reasons, most of them involving limited Internet access (which I think I've bitched about sufficiently) and a growing (and disturbing) addiction to facebook.  I find myself spending more time writing on people's walls, tending a farm, and trying to come up with witty status updates then childcare, which is quite sad.  It's just nice to be in a social networking deal where I actually get messages from people occasionally..even if it's just so they can repeatedly kick my ass at a poor man's version of Scrabble.

So, what is there to report?  Not much.  Still momming it up, still in Daleville, still unemployed...Oh, I got to spend my Valentine's day (and two days after) watching Jason and James get drunk and argue about who was more proficient at "Soul Caliber 4", which was entertaining at first and then just descended into madness.  My house is still a wreck, my kid has a hacking cough, and I am getting increasingly irritated at my inability to find a replacement coffee pot.  I am oh so domestic, and it makes me kind of curious about how all these people who've asked to be my "friends" who only knew me as "high school Kristin" view me now.  I obviously didn't see the world afire, and I no longer have interesting hair or piercings.  Oh well.

Continuing in my weird need to post photos of June/Henry/Anais...here's a lovely shot of Miss Nin.  Unlike myself, she did set the world afire...but if having an affair with your father, being married to two men at the same time, and being more than a little self absorbed are prerequisites for that, I think I'll just stick with watching my son destroy his toys and mimic Baron Silas Greenback on "Danger Mouse".

You know you're hung over when...

....you make green bean casserole at 10 in the morning just cause it sounds good.

Geez, I dunno about this blog. I have regular internet access now, which allows me to do exciting things like send drunken emails or watch porn or feel sad about how no one on myspace ever sends me anything except my sister...but blogging kind of seems not all that important (and porn is. Ha).

There really isn't all that much to report....still playing happy homemaker, watching a lot of Sesame Street and pretty much ....that's it.

I guess I'll post if the mood strikes me.

I honestly thought this was a really bad drag queen

The one on the left....I just think the other one's untalented.

update on nothing

I added a link to VerveEarth because...well, they asked me to and I'm bored and no one sends me messages and la dee dah dah dah. Anyway, we will be getting back on line in a month or so..this is a definite thing, as we're getting some cash to pay off bills (not the government checks they're sending out...some other money...we're using the government's money to buy fancy hats and roller skates...our way of contributing to the economy). So..I'm sure this new link will bring huge amounts of traffic to my little blog (har de har har) and I just wanted to let my waiting public know that they needn't fret; soon I'll be back doing this semi-regularly, adding links to stupid things and rockin' it like only I can. Ha.


New link madness!!!!! For some reason they've been talking about this guy in the past tense on Sirius, so I had to look him up to see if he was dead or something. Apparently he's not, but the fact that he's 52 is enough to be disturbing on its own..

A brief update for the four people that read this

Okay, so hopefully we're getting our internet hooked back up next week. Until then here's some crap that's been going on in my life:
1. I celebrated my tenth anniversary by sitting at home alone (yeah, he was in some major shit)
2. I am attempting to quit smoking. They've got me on not only antidepressants, but I'm supposed to start the patch in a couple of days.
3. Due to the antidepressants, I cannot drink. I don't mean that I'm being a good girl and following the label, I mean I've tried and I can't drink. It makes me feel like I'm coming down with the flu. I predict that by the time the twelve weeks is up, I'll have killed someone.
4. I had a thyroid test to see if that explains why I've become such an enormous fatass. Cross your fingers that that's it and not the fact that I've been drinking like Faye Dunaway in "Barfly" for something like ten years.

Wow, I have no idea how long I've been here

I'm supposed to just be popping into the library to get a couple of books and check my email....but I miss the internet!!!!

I miss this stupid blog

We are still without home internet service, and although I must say I mostly miss mindlessly surfing around, I do kind of miss posting crap on here...not that anyone reads it or anything, but...oh well.

I'm so excited about finding another picture of June

I just have to post it.

Oh, yeah, one more thing...

If you're considering having kids in the near future, make sure you take excellent care of your teeth before, during and after you're pregnant. I had heard this before I had River, but completely disregarded it.

I won't go into detail, but I thought Shane and I should offer this public service announcement...although I guess he doesn't have the pregnancy excuse for his teeth. Oh well.

Weird things I wonder about: The Snake Handlers Edition

Maybe it's because I didn't have any religious upbringing at all, but there are so many aspects of faith and worship that fascinate me..especially churches and sects that are way outside the norm. A case in point would be the Church of God with Signs Following, a.k.a., snake handlers. Thanks to the wonder of the Internet, I found quite a few helpful links regarding this sect (or whatever you call it). Of course there's your standard Wikipedia entry...which is very comprehensive and even gives a listing of churches (there's one in Ft.Wayne...not that I'm going to go and disrupt their services or anything...come to think of it, what exactly could I do that would be all that disruptive to people who handle snakes, speak in tongues, and drink strychnine?). I particularly liked this site...lots of pictures, video and music. A smorgasbord of information regarding all your snake handling questions.

Not that they're related, but in case you didn't have to read it in high school or college, check out Jonathan Edwards' "Sinners In The Hands of An Angry God". I searched on photobucket for an appropriate picture to accompany it, and all that came up was this delightful drawing. It's nice to see that other people wasted valuable class time pondering their own damnation. Fun fun fun...and sure to brighten any one's day.

Also..is it just me or does the balding gentlemen in the picture at the beginning of this entry kind of resemble Hunter S Thompson? Yeah, I thought it was just me.

Please read this letter from Lorri Davis and do what you can!

Dear Friends & Supporters:
For more than a decade, thousands of you from all over the world have spoken out about the grave injustice in West Memphis, where three men Ð including my husband Ð were wrongfully convicted of murder. You have spoken out to raise money and awareness; you have brought widespread attention to this case and refused to let people forget that three men are in prison for a crime they did not commit; and you have made a difference, through creativity, passion and sheer force of will. The families of the West Memphis Three (Damien Echols, Jessie Misskelley and Jason Baldwin) can never thank you enough.Today, I am writing to you because we urgently need your help. Whether you have supported and followed the case over the years, or you are just learning about this tragic injustice, we need you to step up today.Over the last two years, compelling new evidence has been discovered by DNA tests, forensic pathologists and investigators. The lawyers are working to assemble what will be a dynamic appeal; one that will change forever the way this case has been perceived, and will prove Ð once and for all -- the innocence of the three convicted. The filing will include new evidence that is backed up with factual, hard science; a miraculous development in this error-ridden case.Your support over the years has enabled us to achieve unbelievable progress. WeÕre now asking for your help to put all of this effort to work in the courts. We need the resources that will enable our experts, lawyers and investigators to work full time over the next couple of months, so the appeal can be filed as quickly as possible.Time is running out, and we need your help. Please make checks payable to the Damien Echols Defense Fund, PO Box 1216, Little Rock, AR 72203. You can also donate online, through PayPal to: Ldavis11@hotmail.com.If you have ever considered donating, the time is NOW. Cases like this take years and cost millions of dollars. We are in the final lap toward overturning these convictions and finally securing justice, but we simply cannot do it without the money it takes to bring all of the science and expertise and investigation into court so that the truth can finally come out.I am not an expert on the law, science, the criminal justice system or the art of fundraising and organizing. What I know for sure is that these three men are innocent, and that we can prove it Ð if we have the money it will take in the next four weeks to file the appeal thatÕs been more than 10 years in the making. Please help us, and please know that your support has already gotten us farther than many people thought possible.
Thanks very much,
Lorri Davis and the Damien Echols Legal Team

My boy

Okay, fine

For some unknown reason, late one night, Jason and I got in a heated debate about whether or not Fredrick Douglas invented peanut butter. I contended that I had learned this in elementary school, and thus, that it had to be true (Fredrick Douglas is the gentleman with the white hair).

Unfortunately, once I looked it up on Wikipedia, I realized I was thinking of George Washington Carver (the top gentlemen). Being a person who is able to admit my mistakes, I then began to expound about G.W.C. who invented peanut butter....and then I ruined the whole thing by looking it up on Wikipedia...And of course I'm wrong.

I swear, these are the kind of retarded arguments we have on a regular basis.

I knew it!

Still working on my "tequila makes you smarter" theory...

I never did like Triscuits

I got all excited and thought I was going to be able to add to my "celebrities-with-glass-eyes" blog...but, alas, it was not to be.

Yeah, I really have nothing better to do.