I Hate Cris Angel

I really really REALLY hate Cris Angel. He is dirty and greasy looking. He wears either disgustingly ripped up clothes or seventeen pounds of "bling". He has been linked with "stars" like Britney Spears and Paris Hilton.

He is very very arogant!

Take tonight on the TV show Phenomenon. I have only been catching bits here and there, but from what I can see it is the American Idol of Magicians.

So this one dude does this trick where by "talking to the spirit realm" he can identify a random object that has been placed in a locked box.

And the crowd goes wild as he writes in mirror writing, what the object is.

So lets all keep in mind how this is a magic trick. As in there is some TRICK to how he can know what is in the box. He is not really talking to a magically supporting spirit realm.

Cris Angel stands up - a feat in itself as he is covered in about seventy lbs of fake looking bling. holdings up a scribbled-on envelope, Chris offers the Spiritually Talkative Magician " One million of My dollars" If he can identify, in detail, what is in the envelope.

In front of a live audience.

Knowing full well that the magician is doing a TRICK.

IMO, Chris thinks this magician is really good and decided to throw him to the media wolves just to get rid of future competition.

Damn Dog Part 2

Today i tied Smokey up outside so that I could work unhindered on the oldest childs Halloween costume.

talk about down to the last minute!

Unfortunately in the fifteen minutes I had her outside she dug up my poor little apple tree.

The apple tree I have nurtured from a sapling. The one I nursed through a broken limb and protected from over zealous children!

Now I am in mourning for my tree.

must.eat.candy.

We have a winner!

Yay! Where Was I has it's very first winner!

I had nine entrants in the contest,

Marilyn, Shelli, Fantastagirl, Catch, LauraJ, Not A Granny, Mr.Fabulous, Tug, and Julia

I took all of the names and put them into the list randomizer on Random dot Org.

Click to enlarge.

Then I took a screen shot and saved it while the list was randomizing itself. By the time I was done saving the above screen shot, I was just in time to see this on the screen!

The Winner : Fantastagirl! (click to enlarge)

Congratulations FG, Email me at bluepaintred(at)gmail(dot)com!

Thanks to everyone who joined in! I'm off to find a prize for Novembers contest now!

Secret writings

Some people have blogs set up so that only certain people can read them. I do not. Everything I write is public, and so it is with careful consideration I am posting this hear.

Where Was I is relativity new and certain people are still not in the habit of dropping in for a look-see.

And that is good.

You see, my BFF kiss got a new job. It's a much MUCH better job, more money, better benefits, and perhaps most importantly it is a job that will turn into a career.

Sounds good, right, So what is my problem?

The problem is that I am a whine baby. Bff Kissy has been working long hours becuase her store is short staffed. She has been pulling ten to twelve and sometimes fourteen hour shifts for two weeks without a day off.

Sounds bad, right, but what does it have to do with me being a whiny baby?

See. once a week, on BFF Kissy's day off we go for coffee and talk. But the past two weeks she has not had a day off. We planned to go for coffee tonight anyway, after her shift. Even though I knew she would be tired, and that she should be home trying to get some rest, I jumped at the chance to go.

But instead I am here typing in m blog. She called me at 7:30. Right away I started getting my stuff together to head out the door, before I had even answered the phone.

But she called to say she had to work an additional three hours.

And now I am seriously sad. And I do not want her to know. Becuase it isn't her fault the hours of her job suck, and it isn't her fault that the only time I get out of the house is when I go for coffee with her.

Here's hoping she doesn't stop by. She has enough on her plate without worrying about me being a baby.

Spiders

This time of ear the spiders have tow choices. Stay outside and freeze to death, or come inside and tr to avoid the Arachnid hunters.

Our cat, and two of my three obs are very willing spider smooshers. The cat pukes each and every time she eats a spider BTW. Why is that?

In any case, I just tucked the boys in, I know it;s late. The husband wanted them to see a movie on TV and promised it would be over at nine. I said OK seeing as it is the eldest's birthday.

The movies wasn't over until 9:30.

Tomorrow will be a nasty morning, that;s for sure.

Back to the spiders. The five ear old went to get into bed and instead raised the alarm SPIDERS! SPIDERS! Both me and the five year old are very scared of spiders, so the now eight ear old had to come to our rescue.

The real problem is that I am now terrified that there are spiders in MY bed!

Teh Funneh

On my blog Bluepaintred, I try to be funny a lot and sometimes that is really hard to do becuase I have to write about what I know, and what I know is me.

My life isn't all shits and giggles, sometimes it really sucks.

I'm luckier than most, though, becuase for the most part I have a wonderful life, with just the normal ups and downs that people are faced with.

Tonight when my husband gets home from work I will have to face one of those downs. I am expecting a letter from m doctor and once I get that letter I have to schedule some tests to find out why I feel crappy, health wise so often.

The letter was mailed Friday Morning and only has to travel 20 kms so I fully expect it tonight.

One one hand I would love to know why I am always sick, but on the other hand I am terrified that it is something really bad. SO far, all signs are pointing towards my circulatory system, and m heart.

And that rather sucks.

LAST CHANCE!

Today is the last chance to get into the first Where Was I contest!

Thirty paypal dollars or a PS2 game are at stake people!

All you have to do is link to this blog in a post BEFORE tomorrow!

Please be sure to leave me a comment on this post so that I include you in the draw!

- an ideas for Novembers contest? I was thinking of having a first second and third place winner and using the boys as prizes

Sigh

FOUR time I asked m son if he had homework. Four times he told me no. One of those times i actually sent him to his back pack to check and he still said no.

What do you suppose I saw this morning when I was digging out his lunch kit?

If you guessed seventeen math problems, you would be right!

My only consolation is that Blue boy is in kindergarten and does not have homework.

But that will all change next year when he goes into grade one!

Love * Hate

• every time I open this blog I fall in love with the template all over again.
• I took my baby to pick out pumpkins for us to carve into jack o lanterns - he was too sweet.
• watching Smokey sit down and shut up next to a very suspicious Tigger, melts my heart
• Same with watching Smokey attack her tail for following her- sigh.

• I cannot stand the itching. I have hives now from my couch
• I will have to take an anti histamine to get rid of them and I hate how they make me feel
• I want to lose weight, but I know I will not be able to resist the lure of the tiny wrapped packages of chocolaty goodness three days from now
• OMG the itching is unbearable.
  

itchy arms

We inherited a really nice couch from my brother who got it from my grandma. My brother had no room for the couch.

Its soft, tan, and in really good shape, the only problem is when I sit on it, with my laptop, like I am right now, my arm rubbing on the arm of the couch makes me itch like MAD.

I get past it by draping a towel or my ever present fuzzy soft blankie over it, but it still bugs me.

I think that when I take the time to shop for new living room furniture I will have to sit on the couch in the store and rub my arm back and forth for a few minutes. Sure I might look like a retard to the sales people, but at least this won't happen with the next couch I own!

What a day :o)

Today, we celebrated my son;s eight birthday. He doesn't actually turn eight until the 29th, but that's a Monday, so that doesn't work.

We had cake - he made it with his Nana, Friday after school, It was a Dragon and rockin' cool.

In a few hours I will be uploading a billion and seventeen photos to the photo blog, link int eh side bar.

We had him open his gifts, he got another eighty Pokemon cards - uhm note to all : don't answer "Pokemon cards" to everyone who asks what he would like for his birthday.

He also got some sort of test tube alien thing, they are going to try it tomorrow, and a new camera. I bought the camera this summer from eBay.

Then we went to McDonald's - his choice - for dinner and hit the bowling ally for a game.

He said it was the best birthday ever - but he says that every year!

My little Gnome

My poor little gnome wears purple flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt. he is going to be very cold come winter. He has come up with a few ideas to stay warm and would like to share a few with you.

• making a bed atop the stove. Preferably with rabbit fur blankets.
• he would like me to custom make him a robe of purple velvet to match his flip flops
• removing the vent covers and replacing them with a hammock of like size
• having a bonfire in the toilet nightly.

As you can see, my poor little gnome hasn't got all his marbles in a row. uhm. thats not right. What I mean to say is I think he isn't quite right in the head.

First of all, he is plastic and plastic tends to melt in high temperatures.

Second, there is no way I am letting him sneak over the back gate. Creep into the neighbors and and skin their pet rabbits just for a blanket.

And third? Come on, he is a plastic gnome! What do I care if he gets cold?

Back Massage Vrs, Chiropractor

My back has been sore for a few weeks now, and due to a change in work duties, my husband has been having trouble as well.

The other day eh was talking about going for a massage to see if that would help, but he also wondered if maybe he should see a chiropractor instead.

I have neither had a massage nor seen a chiropractor so I could offer him little advice on the matter. I told him I would ask the interwebs.

To be completely honest, the idea of a chiropractor scares me. I mean, thats a spine they are playing with and spinal cord injuries are SERIOUS! But. if something is out of alignment, a massage would just be a stop gap measure, right?

Have you tried one or the other? Both? Which would you recommend?

On A Sunny Saturday Morning

Sunny Saturdays make me happy.

Unless I am trying to sleep in. When I am trying to sleep in, they just make me grouchy and since I am always trying to sleep in you can understand why this particular Sunny Saturday was the proverbial straw that broke the camels back!

After a long evening of Playing Balderdash (losing)(she cheated) and Whist ( I WON!) with my cat Noodle, I retired to my bed chamber at the shockingly late hour of nine PM and immediately fell into a dreamless sleep only to be awoken by the annoyingly noisy growing of the neighbors Daffodils.

When you think of daffodils you might not immediately think "Noisy Buggers" like I do, and I agree. Normally, roses and fields of clover are the top noise makers, but the neighbors Daffodils are quite different from normal.

"sunsunsunsun" the scream as they push up from the ground. "Lightgloriouslight!"they shriek.

I would rather awaken to the sound of a vampire trying to bite into a 54,000 volt transformer than the sound of thesedaffodils basking in the sunlight!

I decided that horrible Sunny Saturday that today was the last time I would be so rudely jarred awake by the unfurling of petals eager to dry the nights dew. This was it.

That Sunny Saturday morning, my neighbors awoke to the sound of their daffodils screaming "bladesharpbladerun!ohno!rootsarenotlegs!aghhhhhh!!" as I sliced their cheerful yellow heads off one by one with my shiny blue lawn mower.

Speaking of Contests!

Don't forget to get your entry into the fist of what will be monthly contests here at Where Was I?!

All you have to do is write a short post linking Where was I and then comment on this post with your URL!

Pretty darn simple!

The prize is your choice of a new PS2 game ( hitman) or thirty p[aypal dollars, or as a last resort, my middle child who chose to go into the kindergarten bathroom, shut off the water, take apart the sink, unclog the clog that was waiting for the janitor, put it all back together again , turn the water back on and then tell the teacher "nevermind the janitor I am faster"

Sigh.

Pleasent surprise

Earlier in the week I was shocked by an unexpected duty charge for something I got in the mail. It really threw me becuase we budget religiously.

S'ok though, it all evened out in the end when I got the mail after picking up the kids at school today. I had ordered something, I will not say what, but if you read my other blog, BPR, you will know already(lol)

anyway the item I had ordered came to almost seventy dollars, and since I had read that over fort dollars you are charged duty fees I was expecting to have to pay one, and therefore was expecting hte doorbell to ring an moment with an UPS guy at the other side wanting money.

So I went to the mail box and was shuffling through the bills and flyers when I found a parcel pick up tag. It was the item I had ordered AND there were no duty fees!

WOOOHOOO!

On fridays our TV shows two old horror movies. Its a great idea, but they seem to only show either really bad ones or they rotate between twenty different moves. Since they play two every Friday night, that means chances are good that every six to eight weeks I will end up having to "watch"a re run

I say watch, but it is really listen. I generally sit on my butt playing with the computer listening while the husband scarfs down popcorn with glazed eyes staring in the general direction of the television.

I've never been a real big TV fan. This is not to say I do not like TV, it;s just that it doesn't hold my attention unless it is something I really like. I don't really like sitcoms, unless it is an ongoing story line, but at the same time I am head over heals in love with the cartoon Family Guy.

Truth be told, I would rather sit in a bubble bath with a book than on the couch with a TV.

What a find!

I find that most of the wonderful things I find online are becuase I have been random link hopping. I found one such keeper last night. It is called lolsecretz.

Its a cross between I can has cheeseburger and post secret.

SOme of the entries, such as the chewed and bloody rabbit foot, are very sad/creepy, but a good 98% of them make me giggle, think or fall off my chair in a puddle of pee.

In the about me section of the lolsecretz blog, the author of the blog sums it up way better than I ever could

Lolsecretz is the meeting of two of the internet's most famous memes– PostSecret (the blog where people anonymously confess their deepest darkest secrets) crossed with Lolcat Macros (the phenomenon where people ascribe poorly spelled human emotions to animals). Enjoy!

If you have been to either Post secret or icanhascheeseburger before and liked it, I really, REALLY recommend this site!