Wednesday, July 12, 2006

We have moved!!!

I now have my own domain.
Meet me at to continue the ride.
Please adjust your bookmarks.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Sixth level of hell

In talking about the death of Enron CEO Ken Lay, we decided he would be banished to the eighth level of hell, according to Dante.
So, I found a test to see where I fit in. Sadly, I only make it to the sixth level.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Friday, June 16, 2006

Haggered, Tired and Cranky

It's been a while, eh?
Work has been hectic with several weeks of daily meetings and working waaay too many hours.
Add to that baseball games (which are finally finished!!) art clases, scouts and everything else that goes with daily life and it's been rough.
I'm haggered, tired and cranky.
I need a vacation, so I'm taking one. Pics when I get back!
On another note...
I work with DBF's DH. He's annoying the shit out of me. He's another one who likes to give me my opinion and it's driving me maddddd!!!!

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

This is not social hour

****Let it be known that I am in a particularly foul mood today and have had a migraine for days, so the opinions that I generally keep to myself are being expressed today.****

This is a rant that I've wanted to get into for several months. I wrote part of it a month ago and am finishing it today.

My former best friend, the one I divorced, (DBF) decided to homeschool her three children this year. They are 11/f, 6/m and 4/m.
See, the problem with their socialization is that they are not seeing good role models and they are not seeing other children. The oldest now plays house and makes mud pies like her six-year-old brother. Tell me that is a positive thing. Aside from that, she is starting to act like her mother - that definately isn't a good thing.

The youngest one simply is too young for formal schooling. The middle child is the reason they were removed from one of the top schools in the state and the oldest is homeschooled simply because she wanted to be at home.
DBF had something against the school they went to (and Boy Child attends) before she even walked through the doors. She got upset because she couldn't find her child one day after school.
The problem wasn't that he was lost; it was because she didn't know the rules and know to look for him (as a walker-she changed it that day) with the bus riders.

DBF has admitted to me (because she has a big mouth and doesn't know when to shut it) that she only schools about once a week.
Will someone please explain to me how her children are getting the knowledge in one day from someone who has no college education that they would get in an entire week from someone who has been taught to dispense knowledge?
I know this rant will drive the homeschoolers into a frenzy ... let it be known that I am not necessarily against homeschooling ---- if it is done right.
I am against her form of homeschooling.
She is one of the people who give this lifestyle a bad name.

To Do List Blog

In the interest of continuing my voyeurism fettish, here's a blog that offers a glimpse into the minds of a lot of strange interesting people.
To Do List Blog

What's in your wallet/purse/backpack, etc?

I don't know why, but I have always had a fascination with purses. Some would even call it a fetish. I love reading those lists of what people carry in their bags.
Since I feel like I've reached the end of the lists on the net, I'm going to make my own.
What do you have in your purse, wallet or backpack?
Since I don't have the ability to readily post photos from work, I'm doing my best to find generic pics and links to my stuff.
Here's what I'm carrying. Tell me what you've got.
My bag:
Mossimo black satchel - about $30 at Target
It's versatile and transfers well from work to a night out on the town or to dress up for an event.

So, what's in it?

-My WhoMi

-Tommy Hilfiger wallet

-Spring pictures of Boy Child to give out to family

-Invitations to Girl Child's birthday party later this month.


-Marlboro Menthol Lights in box with purple lighter.

-Pens, lots of pens.

-Lipstick from a few nights ago. I rarely wear makeup to work, so I don't generally carry it.

-Except for powder. I do have that.

-And lip balm.

-Various medications.

-Small book of pictures.

-Digital camera.

-iPod Shuffle.


-Business card holder with my cards in it.

-Small container of dab-on sunblock SPF 60. I have tattoos that must be cared for and Girl Child is so fair that I must keep her covered in sun block if she is to be in the sun.

Whew, I guess that's about it. I showed you mine, now you show me yours.


Thursday, May 04, 2006

Don't Blow Me

I have a strange phobia.
Well, not so much of a phobia as a quirk or maybe you could call it a pet peeve.
I can't stand for someone to exhale in my face.
And not just when they're sick. I freak out about it any time, anywhere. It makes for some strange kissing moments.
I don't like breating someone's used air.
Now, I realize that humans actually exhale quite a bit of oxygen when we breathe and that it isn't toxic in any way. Still, I can't get around the whole idea that the air just came out of their body and is going into mine. (I have no problem with Pita's other parts going into mine though. heh!)
If someone is far enough away and blows in my direction, then it's ok because the air has diffused and I'm getting only a small part of used air.
After nearly 3 years I couldn't hide it any longer and I finally told Pita about this quirk.
He already thought I was a bit crazy, so no real change there. But now he thinks it's funny to blow in my face and watch me squirm or struggle to hold my breath before it reaches me.
Fun times at Casa Ice.
Before you press the comment button, read this:
I already know I need help, so don't bother.
However, if you have a weird quirk, tell me about it so I won't feel so alone.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Dr. Scab

I have always been horrible at learning new languages. I think the door to that part of my brain is not only closed, it's padlocked and an ugly fat man is sitting in front of it.
I failed three years of French in high school. Technically, my second year of French I ended with a "D" because the teacher wanted to get me out of her class. I had served my time for two years with her - or, rather, she had served her time with me.
Either way, she got me out of her class. Then I signed up for French II.
Yes, yes, I know ... I had absolutely no chance of passing this class. It was doomed from the start. But, I liked the teacher and I didn't need the credit to graduate. Needless to say, that was a good thing.
Fastforward to college and I needed four foreign language credits for my English degree.
The professor I would up with for all four classes, Dr. Scab, was tenured, ready to retire and just a bit crazy.
For my first Latin class I actually showed up (mostly) on time, did my homework and put forth as much effort as I could to pass. The old man spent more time telling us about how he got a snake out of his trailer with a stick than he did teaching us Latin.
I never did figure out why someone who makes as much money as a college professor lived in a mobile home.
Anyway, with the final exam approaching, I was nervous.
He wrote a sentance in Latin on the board. If you could translate it you got an "A", if not you got a "B".
For my second Latin class I never showed up until the final exam. I still got an "A". I don't think he wrote a sentance that time.
On to French again. I tried to take French I with a legitimate teacher this time, but was failing miserably. I transfered to Dr. Scab's French II class after telling him I had taken 3 years of French in high school. (Well, I did take the class. I never said I passed it.) I got credit for both classes and got a "B" in both.
The old man was a bit off his rocker, but he was a nice guy. I used to tell everyone going to college there to take his class until someone told me they couldn't because he died. I was sorry to hear that. Dr. Scab is one of the better memories I have of college.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Time to organize

It has finally happened.
My children's schedules have overtaken my own. I have even had to purchase a more complicated organizer to keep up with Boy Child's baseball and Boy Scout schedules, when to work the concession stand, Girl Child's track meets and 5K runs, when the kids are with me or the ex, and all of the school activities.
My activities consist of transporting the kids and my meeting schedule for work.
No wonder I haven't found time to unpack the rest of those boxes. We've only been in our new place for a month.
So, while I'm in Mom Mode and in the mood to organize as much of this chaos as I possibly can, I'll pimp a few products I've found that help. (And stuff I just think is cute.)

WhoMi makes what looks to be the best organizer for someone with a life like mine. I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of mine. It would be awesome to replace this heavy, thick thing I'm carrying around now with something smaller, more useful and a lot more fashionable. Thanks to this chica for pointing them out.

Bootie Bags donates a portion of all proceeds to two very serious and worthy causes, Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF) and Breast Cancer Awareness. They are handcrafted by a SAHM whose three-year-old son, Jackson, was diagnosed with Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes.

The next thing I want to get is this. Every mom I know has tons of papers from every organization their kids belong to, not to mention the flyers sent home from school. All of mine are currently in my purse and my over-stuffed agenda. Anything to get these papers out of my way and into some organized fashion so I know where to be and when is worth its weight in gold to me. Besides that, I get a 20 percent off coupon from Bed Bath & Beyond every few weeks. As soon as I can get there, I am so getting one of these.

Now that I've shown you mine, you show me yours.
If you have any organizational tips, hints or products that work for you and your family, please send me some info or leave it in the comments.