Has a nice ring to it. I’m sure you didn’t think that the PA lottery was as interesting as all that. Somehow this idea got past them and into the real world.
While these 5 people dressed up as fingers danced around in front of a store trying to sell lotto tix… did they not see that they all looked like a bunch of penises?
It was worth the laugh when I saw the pic… I hope they didn’t invest too much $ in this *new* mascot!
For a pic and to read about it:
Dancing Penises
Hooray! We’ve reached the third trimester! Let me be possibly the first woman to admit that pregnancy is NOT amazing, wonderful, full of bliss and enjoyable. That’s right. I said it… the word is out. I don’t think it will really lead to the destruction of the human race like we all thought… 
I’m not saying that pregnancy is without it’s positives… but let me tell ya… those positives come when your little bugger is finally completely on the outside. Apparently I will forget all the puking, heartburn, constipation, pain, incontinence, bloated painful feet, not being able to touch my toes, stretch marks, mood swings, crying for no reason, animal-like hunger, inability to work a normal work day, inability to go 30 minutes without peeing or eating, awkward belly, waddling, exhaustion, lack of sleep, getting up 4-5 times to pee in the middle of the night, memory problems, clumsiness, gas, breathlessness, nausea, bloated hands, growing leaking boobs, extreme back pain, hips popping out in the middle of the night, leg cramps, not to mention that baby has to come out of where?!?!… I know there are more… but because of my preggo brain I can’t seem to remember them at the moment.
So we have 13 weeks and 5 days left… or roughly 90 days and counting…
Pregnancy does have some positives.
1. You get to buy a whole new wardrobe. Although the downside is, your favorite clothes no longer fit, including shoes.
2. Your hubby picks up on some of the housework like laundry, cooking, cleaning, and dishes. Downside… he never quite gets the hang of it so when you are feeling well you “nest”.
3. There is nothing quite like feeling your little bebe moving around inside of you.
4. All the hormones and stuff make you forget all the bad stuff probably before you’ve even left the bathroom…bedroom… kitchen…lol.
5. In the end you have an amazing little bebe.
But as for those who “LOVE” pregnancy… you’re all a bunch of nutcases… 
Craig had his back surgery Friday… so I’ve been at Hershey Med Center for the past 4 days. Let me tell ya, I wasnt a pretty sight by today. I finally showered “thumbs up for the smelly, exhausted, hormonal, emotional, worried, anxious preggo lady”. Somehow showering in a hospital community shower just wasn’t as appealing as going stinkified and piling up on deodorant.
He’s doing well. He sat up for an hour today which is amazing! He got all kinds of tubes taken out yesterday and hopefully more today. I miss him. I wish I could be there 24/7 with him. He didnt want Paul and I to come home. He’s been so strong and fighting the pain and trying to heal. It really showed us how much he’s grown and that we’d prepared him well for coping.
Needed a break yesterday after “the asshole” (if you dont know who that means consider yourself lucky) threw a tantrum in the hospital waiting room because my in-laws visited. He had me in a tizzy and I nearly fainted. Paul and him started going at it and Paul was going to kick some serious ass when he started calling my mother-in-law unspeakable names. Luckily hospital security arrived and asked him to leave. Paul calmed me down and we went looking for my mom, who had walked off to call security too.
So now I’m too upset to work, can’t eat, called the doctor, have to call a lawyer… etc. etc. and I’m not with Craig. 
This has to pile up there on one of my worst day evers. Luckily, I rented a dopplar and Paul and I listened to the baby’s heartbeat last night. 160, that’s comforting. *sigh* If it wasnt for that, I’d probably be in the hospital right now, only with me as the patient.
“When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty.” -Thomas Jefferson
“Government is not reason, it is not eloquence, it is force…never for a moment should it be left to irresponsible action.” -George Washington
“Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.” -Abe Lincoln
“Political language…is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.” George Orwell
Just some quotes to brighten up your day… or enrage you… whichever you find more appealing.
WTF!?!?!
I am outraged at the recent events in the United States. My stomach has not stopped lurching since Monday. *deep sigh* I can not believe the ridiculous crude disgusting manner in which the American government has handled Hurricaine Katrina. My Aunt Lyn in Mississippi luckily was not hit hard by the hurricaine 100 miles NW of where it made landfall, but is still without power (which on wells… also means without water, air conditioning or fans in 100 degree weather). And my Uncle Milt has gall stones poor guy. (I’m sure he’s thrilled I’m airing that.)
I watch in horror as they show video and pictures taken when it first hit and now, 5 days later. People are dying and they are being thrown out into the street with a blanket over them. No one has attempted to organize the survivors and empower them with tasks to help themselves and others, or educate them on whats going to happen. Babies… are dying in their mothers arms. Babies are dying even before they get to take their first breath. And what is our government doing to protect our citizens?
BUYING SHOES! THROWING CONCERTS!
WTH?!?!
Condoleeza Rice was taking in a broadway show and buying $1200 worth of shoes for herself on Tuesday. A concerned citizen approached her and asked her how dare she be out buying shoes when people are dying, she promptly had the woman thrown out of the store! If that was me, I probably would have incited a riot right there in front of the the NYC shop.
Now, when there isnt an immediate problem where their funds could go directly to immediate relief and save lives, a concert is a great idea, but these people need money NOW! They need money for food, water, medical supplies… and not today, not tomorrow, YESTERDAY! They lost EVERYTHING!
Imagine, losing your home, your car, your job, your cherished photos, your money, your pets, your loved ones, EVERYTHING… and you turn to the government because you have no where else to turn and they say “How dare you be so greedy and think your life is important to me… I need to buy me some shoes!”
WTH?!?!
Now I keep getting this urge to jump in my car and drive non-stop to Lousiana and start whipping those shelters into shape. Which today would probably cost me a good years’ salary with gas at $3.20! and Georgey saying ‘Don’t buy it if you dont have to!’ HAVE TO?!?! HAVE TO?!?!?! Who the H buys gas for fun?!?! I guess those of us who can afford to buy $1200 worth of shoes while babies die.
At flipping 13 I organized a shelter of 500 people and fed them, sorted supplies that came in and dispersed them, organized families and settled the children so they would be less afraid. JESUS! Yes, thats only 500 people, but the principle is the same. Where is the game plan? Where is the head honcho? Here they are… one’s on vacation and couldnt be bothered, another is ‘planning’ on raising funds, another was in a nearby city and has to play PR to the media while not knowing what the heck is really going on, another is BUYING SHOES!
WTH!?!?!
And all I can hear ringing in my ears are 100s, no make that 1,000s and 10,000s of people screaming HELP! HELP! HELP!
One word: IMPEACH (please!)
(credit to My Darling Paulie for the title)
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!” -Unknown author
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”
– Aristotle
I couldnt resist, so here goes….
THE SNEETCHES by Dr. Suess
Now the Star-bellied Sneetches had bellies with stars.
The Plain-bellied Sneetches had none upon thars.
The stars weren’t so big; they were really quite small.
You would think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.
But because they had stars, all the Star-bellied Sneetches
would brag, “We’re the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches.”
With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they’d snort, ”
We’ll have nothing to do with the plain-bellied sort.”
And whenever they met some, when they were out walking,
they’d hike right on past them without even talking.
When the Star-bellied children went out to play ball,
could the Plain-bellies join in their game? Not at all!
You could only play ball if your bellies had stars,
and the Plain-bellied children had none upon thars.
When the Star-bellied Sneetches had frankfurter roasts,
or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
they never invited the Plain-bellied Sneetches.
Left them out cold in the dark of the beaches.
Kept them away; never let them come near,
and that’s how they treated them year after year.
Then one day, it seems, while the Plain-bellied Sneetches
were moping, just moping alone on the beaches,
sitting there, wishing their bellies had stars,
up zipped a stranger in the strangest of cars.
“My friends, ” he announced in a voice clear and keen,
”My name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean.
I’ve heard of your troubles; I’ve heard you’re unhappy.
But I can fix that; I’m the fix-it-up chappie.
I’ve come here to help you; I have what you need.
My prices are low, and I work with great speed,
and my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed.”
Then quickly, Sylvester McMonkey McBean
put together a very peculiar machine.
Then he said, “You want stars like a Star-bellied Sneetch?
My friends, you can have them . . . . for three dollars each.
Just hand me your money and climb on aboard.”
They clambered inside and the big machine roared.
It bonked. It clonked. It jerked. It berked.
It bopped them around, but the thing really worked.
When the Plain-bellied Sneetches popped out, they had stars!
They actually did, they had stars upon thars!
Then they yelled at the ones who had stars from the start,
”We’re exactly like you; you can’t tell us apart.
We’re all just the same now, you snooty old smarties.
Now we can come to your frankfurter parties!”
“Good grief!” groaned the one who had stars from the first.
”We’re still the best Sneetches, and they are the worst.
But how in the world will we know,” they all frowned,
”if which kind is what or the other way ’round?”
Then up stepped McBean with a very sly wink, and he said,
”Things are not quite as bad as you think.
You don’t know who’s who, that is perfectly true.
But come with me, friends, do you know what I’ll do?
I’ll make you again the best Sneetches on beaches,
and all it will cost you is ten dollars eaches.
Belly stars are no longer in style, ” said McBean.
”What you need is a trip through my stars-off machine.
This wondrous contraption will take off your stars,
so you won’t look like Sneetches who have them on thars.”
That handy machine, working very precisely,
removed all the stars from their bellies quite nicely.
Then, with snoots in the air, they paraded about.
They opened their beaks and proceeded to shout,
”We now know who’s who, and there isn’t a doubt,
the best kind of Sneetches are Sneetches without.”
Then, of course those with stars all got frightfully mad.
To be wearing a star now was frightfully bad.
Then, of course old Sylvester McMonkey McBean
invited them into his stars-off machine.
Then, of course from then on, you can probably guess,
things really got into a horrible mess.
All the rest of the day on those wild screaming beaches,
the Fix-it-up-Chappie was fixing up Sneetches.
Off again, on again, in again, out again,
through the machine and back round about again,
still paying money, still running through,
changing their stars every minute or two,
until neither the Plain- nor the Star-bellies knew
whether this one was that one or that one was this one
or which one was what one or what one was who!
Then, when every last cent of their money was spent,
the Fix-It-Up-Chappie packed up and he went.
And he laughed as he drove in his car up the beach,
”They never will learn; no, you can’t teach a Sneetch!”
But McBean was quite wrong, I’m quite happy to say,
the Sneetches got quite a bit smarter that day.
That day, they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches,
and no kind of Sneetch is the BEST on the beaches.
That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars,
and whether they had one or not upon thars.
Geisel, Theodor S. (AKA. Dr. Seuss). 1961. “The Sneetches and Other Stories”, Random House Inc., New York, NY.
Buy this book HERE
You knew I’d HAVE to Blog about my new computer. So here it is. I shall name her: Sneetch
Finally, a computer that is ALLLLLLL MINE
*chum* For those who know me personally, you get it. For those who don’t, be glad you don’t. I wonder if the universe could have been created that way….? hm….
So everyone has probably heard of Neopets by now. This past year, they’ve taken the world by storm with games, cards, toys, everything imaginable it seems. Well, I’d like to say I miss the old way when no one knew what a Quiggle or a Kougra was but I do kinda enjoy it. I started playing neopets 51 months ago (roughly 4 years and 3 months ago) in college and I’ve never stopped. Sh… Paul is an addict to and his account name is pacoeltaco! Some might call it an addiction… but its just plain fun. I currently have 3 pets, a Quiggle named PiratePaul, an Ixi named LilDevil, and a Kougra named Arghra. I even set up an account for my real live pets, Ginko and Midas, obviously they dont play by themselves but I tried to create pets that look like them and buy them things with “neopoints” that they might enjoy. It takes the edge off reality, where I can’t afford a whole house just for them. 
Go ahead, check it out, sign up, neomail me, its free and if you use my link I get credit for referring you… which translates into a free toy for my neopets, which they are always grateful for!