Bullshit and the Bible

Since I really don't have a point to opening up this lovely Blogger "create a post" page, we'll just go topic hopping for a while, sound good? Good.

Another sigh of relief, four days down, one to go. The best part is, after Friday, I won't have to deal with jury duty for at least two more years, yay! Hopefully by then I'll have a kid to use as an excuse to get out of it. You don't understand how much I hated sending that postcard back in with it checked "Yes, I'm available."

Nine o'clock in the morning is too early to be woken up by a jackhammer, right? I groggily turned to the hubby this morning and murmured, "Is that what I think it is?" As he rolled over on his other side he responded, "Yep." I love my hubby, but how do you go back to sleep after that?

I really don't care for election years. "Your vote matters!" To who? Politically haven't we proven that it doesn't matter? The electoral college decides, our vote is to influence them but not make up their minds. Blah, blah, blah. It's a great example of politics. I live in that lovely and lonely little gray area in the center of most issues. I'll vote when I can see that it matters, not when I am just told it does. Don't get me wrong though, I was done with Bush years ago. I can't see the way he is going to be regarded in history.

Every time we get a preview of Showtime, the hubby and I remember the show Penn & Teller Bullshit. It's an awesome show that I end up finding myself yelling at the screen, "hell yeah!" Straight forward, informative, no holding back, "as a matter of fact" truth. Look it up on YouTube, they are all great. Each episode is in three parts, here is a place to start, an episode on obesity: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

The hubby and I want to own a restaurant some day. A quaint little diner or something where we can serve good home made food with fresh local ingredients and put our kids to work in the family business, (thanks in part because of that great clause in child labor laws, ha!) The first order of business, get one of those signs that says "we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."
MySpace is a mixed blessing. You get to view people's lives very publicly, but then you realize how far apart you have drifted from them in the first place.

Looks like Tall and Sassy broke up last night, it's not the first time though so who knows if it will actually stick. Every other time they have descended into stupid fighting, I have reached out and tried to help both sides. I'll calm Sassy down, and let Tall know I calmed her down. This time, I don't have that impulse. It seems like Sassy has been trying to control Tall. They are both still trying to figure out who they are, you can't do that being controlled, isn't that why teenagers move out of their parent's house? He's twenty, he just wants to be twenty. She's eighteen, trying to be thirty with the mentality of a fifteen year old high school student. Age is only a number, it's the mentality that makes a difference. I wonder if this will mean dueling houseguests having to fight over the couch.

It's raining and gray out today, I love it.

We took another step forward in the quest for a trip to California. The hubby officially got his vacation request in and we informed my mom of this fact. It's up to her to buy the tickets now. So close yet so far. So far, we have started planning for an Angels game. I have a friend who is a ticket broker and she is trying to find us something good. Disneyland is a given, but where else to go?

Our houseguest isn't here yet. Who would have thought it would be so hard to sell a twenty inch television, DVD player and surround sound for a hundred and thirty bucks?

My mom's best friend called last night. I love this woman. To be honest, she is the closest thing I have to this blog. Someone that so far I have been able to tell anything too, especially things that I don't tell my mom. I think she loves having that special place in my life as much as I love having that special place in hers.

Is there a purpose to St. Patrick's Day other then pinching people who don't wear green? And isn't pinching kind of old school? There has got to be a modernization of that tradition, hasn't there? Oh yeah! I remember the purpose, booze!

Ran out of vodka last night, we were reduced to finishing off some cheap whiskey stashed in the back of the freezer. Cheap whiskey is awful but at least we finally got rid of that bottle.

There's that jackhammer again, what could they possibly be doing?

Who is "they"?

Top Chef premiered last night on Bravo. I love the scar on Padma's arm, it's such a human characteristic for a television host to have. Why are there two people with faux hawks again this season? Are these people just trying to be taller?

Mr. Anitcomputer used the computer last night! (I'm speaking of the hubby.) He chatted for a couple hours with our houseguest-to-be and played with AIM Expressions for a while. I'm so proud. He actually used the phrase "rotflmao," I'm a little worried that it means he is going too far in the other direction.

My dream car would be a seventies Scout, Jeep or Bronco, nifty huh? Why is it that short people like big cars and tall people like little cars? Whenever I see a middle aged man getting out of a tiny little sports car, I call it a midlife crisis.

Is it possible for things to be too quiet? I need noise, the hubby isn't even snoring.

I envy some church goers. To believe in something that way, anything that way is great. The sense of community is great. The security that some people gain through it is amazing. I find myself needing something more tangible. It's not to say I don't believe in god, I definitely believe in something grander then us all to explain all of the things that we can't explain, it's just hard for me to have blind faith. Some people who take the Bible too seriously get to me. Not to downplay it's importance to people, but I regard it like fairy tales. Every culture on earth has stories that are passed down to teach and pass down ideals and morals. Little Red Ridding Hood taught us not to talk to strangers. The Three Little Pigs taught us to be prepared for the worst. A lot of the stories in the Bible are about being good to people, why can't we take that from it instead of labeling it as law and following it word for word?

I spoke too soon, the hubby is snoring now.

Everyone keeps asking us when we are going to move. Grr, it's a frustrating question. We are trying, I swear we are trying. It takes more patience then I got, I'll tell you that. Everywhere is just so expensive! From monthly rent to the balloon of move in costs, they are just trying to suck us dry and honestly we are getting further from our goal. We keep having to dip into the bank to cover things like the electric and gas bills. All that money in the bank was supposed to go towards moving. It's an ongoing circle and I'm starting to get dizzy.

Some housewife I am, I forgot to do the dishes yesterday (dishwasher, oh dishwasher, we will be together someday soon!)

You're only defined as a stoner, if you define yourself as a stoner. This is a message to Tall even though he will never read this.

I think this post has gone very well, especially considering I started it last night, had to put it on hold because the hubby got home from work, then I was right back to it this morning. Is it possible to get too attached to a blog? Probably, but I don't care at the moment, and that all that matters, right?