Somebody should have warned me

What the hell is wrong with people that they can't warn a person before they do shit?

I jumped on my blogger site only to find someone had upgraded it to make it so sterile. There isn't any fun back ground colors or customization of my font. The only part that is the same is the part you see while reading this. It's my cool purple flamey background on black with gray and purple lettering. But what I see on the other side reminds me of a hospital!!

I didn't even get a warning email saying that after a few days a new format was available or whatever. Also it isn't user friendly. I was clicking on buttons kinda wondering where I would go and wondering if I could go back similar to Alice in Wonderland only its Lilscorpiosweet in Blogosphere.

I came on here to say something else and as it turns out all of what I was gonna say went right out the window as I started at the stark white and death gray template that is my screen for blogger. I haven't played with the options and I am hoping I can revert or at least give this new template something more interesting to look at because for what its worth I feel like I was straight jacketed and dragged off to the mental hospital and tortured to stare at white walls and have my skin take on the pallor of death. Bad enough I shy away from the sun.

Anyway Thanks Blogger for not asking my opinion. It sure would have been fucking nice of you to have at least had my thoughts before forcing me to accept a new template. You would think after having been a loyal subject for so long you wouldn't treat your subjects like this. I for one don't like that you just act like you know what's best for me and do it. When did you become my parent? Oh wait that's right it doesn't say Blogger under mother or father's name. Guess you need to start taking into consideration people's preferences and opinions. Do a poll next time or offer this as  a choice you would have so many more happy customers and users than just acting like a spoiled child wanting your way.

The Injustice of a Child Murder

People like Casey Anthony need to be sterilized so they can't murder again. First off this is injustice for Caylee we all know Casey killed her. The people handling the evidence need to be brought in on charges of not handling the evidence properly and second off God forbid this happen to another of her offspring should she have anymore kids. It makes me sick to think she can go out and get pregnant again and possibly do this to another child. I hope the courts at LEAST order her to undergo a sterilization process that would be the least they could do since they never gave Caylee any closure so she could rest in peace. 

Casey Anthony you are lucky you don't know me or any of my friends. Because while we don't approve of killing for any reason other than survival, but I think we would bend the rules for you and every other child killer because people like you don't deserve to have a life after taking the life of a child that never had a chance. It is my hope that you don't ever get pregnant again and have another child because your type, would just to "replace" the first child you "lost". I hope for your sake that you never have kids. 

Parents that kill their kids should suffer the same fate they saw fit to give their kids. Andrea Yates deserves to be drowned in the bathtub where she drowned her kids. Casey Anthony needs to be killed as Caylee was etc... 

This makes me sick and sad at the same time. The courts fucked up royally. 

All I have to say is that I hope for Casey's sake she suffers every day.

And in case you are outside the U.S. and don't know what is going on you can Google Casey Anthony and watch all the crap that went on with Caylee being murdered. Many American's believe this bitch killed her daughter. Casey Anthony was found NOT GUILTY.

Golden Showers with Sparks

We all know what Golden Showers are right? If you don't then chances are you either are too young, not experienced enough or just plain don't surf the internet enough. At some point during our teen years and adult lives we take what is called a purity test to see how "innocent" we are or how "naughty" we think we are or would like to be. I am sure you can Google the words purity test and find the 150 question test and take it and if you are really internet savvy you could also Google Golden Showers and get a Wikipedia reference as well. Not to mention you could also Google/Yahoo image Golden showers to find a visual. NOT  that I am recommending this. But if you want to tame the hunger for knowledge there you go. You're welcome.

I am telling you NOW that I will not ever be involved in scat porn or snuff films. Those are just too extreme to me. While I know what golden showers are I also don't participate in them unless it's relieving my bladder into a toilet.

So anyway it's the 4th of July and like most American's I am celebrating my freedom with sparklers, m80's, screamer bottle rockets, fountains and watching the neighbors light off their mortar based fireworks. We lit neon sparklers, and smoke bombs, screamers and a few others and watched how pretty sparks shot out of the top as we set flame to the fuses. It was great to see the looks on my kids' faces light up (no pun intended) at the different colors that each firework was made up from. Before we made it outside we were taking inventory of what we had so we could take the proper precautions for safety and not be like the dumb ass last night that was handing his 4 year old son m16's and m80's with a short fuse. I had visions of blood spurting from a mangled hand that the poor kid would never be able to use normally again.

Anyway so as my Step-Dad was reading off some of the names of the fountain fireworks he came across one labeled Golden Shower. My mom not one to openly talk sex and tell raunchy sex jokes was laughing so hard she was crying because it totally was lost on my Step-Dad that as he was reading these names off some of them might be mistaken for porn movies or sex acts. Case in point Golden Showers with Sparks. Then he comes back to it, my husband, mom and I had finally calmed down long enough to tell him what he missed and he mouthed off "Well I know what a Golden Shower is but I never seen it do that before." And I thought we were gonna die. It was even more hilarious because the kids had no idea what we were laughing at.

Needless to say we had a happy and fun July 4th! 

Summer Slacker

I know I am slacking off on my posts. I have been messing around in Photoshop and tagging people in my photos on Facebook. Yep that is my daily activities. Facebook sucked me in and then spit me back out and half the time I don't really know why I am there other than to be nosing around in other peoples business.

You know it's Facebook's fault for being nosy. Like I can understand the idea behind wanting to catch up with friends and staying in contact with them but what happens when you have caught up with them? It's like that awkward phone conversation you have with someone once what you have said or needed to say is done been said there really isn't anything else to say. Ya know?

I am really famous for leaving conversations when no more conversation is to be had. I just click the x in the box and the thing disappears. Or I don't post on that person's wall.

What really drives me nuts anymore is how to leave a conversation. I am talking about ones on Facebook. I think people really have no clue how to end conversations and I see bunches of conversations just hanging without a close. Including my own posts so its not like I am picking on certain people.. or maybe I am. I don't know. Anyway I don't think we realize when we post on a person's wall that we should end the conversation.
When we are actually real time talking like in the little private chat box we can say ttyl or ttfn and pick up where we left off right? But what about those times when you post on someone's wall and you expect an answer back and then just random people jump in and start commenting. I mean it is never ending. You don't see a close and I am not sure that there was meant to be a close but I think there should be just to know that the conversation has ended. Then if the comments become convoluted there is no way that it could just end because you don't know where to end it.

Ok now I know I am rambling. I guess that is what happens at 1:30 a.m. when I need to go to bed. So I guess that this also applies to some blogs like mine. Other people have a catch phrase and I am still trying to come up with mine. One day I will have a catch phrase that will either make you think, make you laugh or just totally confuse you.

It was gonna EAT ME... TRUE STORY

Today was the best day ever up until 11:30 tonight where Cuddles decides to catch a fat little mouse.

Just for a min I have to veer off in a different direction. I was on a soap box today because I swear Oh Noa likes to bring out my evil and warped ways.. but its a good thing because then I don't dangerously explode on people later. Which would only be fair since I deal with their stupidity.. Anyway I was having a fairly decent soap boxy day. It was fantastic. Until the creatures went berserk.

And a Fucking bug decided to try to eat me too!!! I am not making this shit up.. it just happens to me.

Anyway so there was a time when I was cooking dinner (which I don't do anymore for other reasons) and I was making grilled cheese sandwich's when I felt something bump my big toe. Thinking maybe I dropped something like a piece of unspreadable butter I look down and that was it I threw the bread and knife loaded with said butter and ran screaming from the room because this little mouse had its mouth open ready to EAT ME. I jumped from the top stair of my dining room to my drop living room and jumped into my husband's lap in his recliner. (true story) I had an old afghan that was draped on the chair and when I finally was able to tell him what the deal was he busted a gut laughing and said in his most evil of tones that even if it was chasing me to eat me it could climb the afghan. I don't know what happened to the afghan after that I think it hit the trash the next day.

Anyway fast forward to February or March of this year where Slade decides to ask me for a baby picture for a school project. I go digging in my stash of photo albums for this picture when I am shoulder deep in a box this mouse comes racing up my arm and goes for my neck! I swear to GOD if it was October I would swear it was a vampire mouse. As it was it scratched my neck and left marks... only I was too freaked out to get pictures. Slade is cackling at me and tell me it will be ok.. NO IT WON'T BE OK... NOT COOL. I am such a girl. I had huge tears rolling down my neck I don't know how I got the mouse away from me and I don't care where it went and I hope to HELL that it was just as freaked as I was.

Then between then and now a series of unfortunate events befalls these little creatures due to my cats. I love cats because they are the mouse disposal team! YAY for cats. Anyway so we thought the mouse situation was pretty much terminated until tonight when Cuddles (who isn't so cuddly) catches a fat mouse right next to the recliner which was unbeknownst to me because she never comes near me so I don't pay attention to her. This mouse was on a mission to EAT ME. I am not shitting you. He/it was almost as big around as a golf ball that is how fat he/it was. He/it could have been mistaken for a furry jumbo bounce ball. *SHUDDER*

And because my cats like to play with their food (yes even their regular old protein cat food) Cuddles was doing a sort of fisherman action of Catch and Release. This set me and Jessie off.. each time she released the mouse it ran towards us and we would screech then Cuddles would have the mouse again. I am just like EAT it already!! So then she decides sit by my chair and do a half crouch half I don't know some weird thing where the back end of the mouse is in her mouth and start chew it like its bubble gum. This little creature is mute or in shock I suppose at being eaten alive. Karma is a bitch huh? and while Cuddles is munching away you hear bones crunching. EWWWWWW just eat it and get it over with. This is the entire conversation I had with Joe while this was all going on:


tinamariewitt1103: OMG
tinamariewitt1103: evil creature was gonna eat me!!
qoraQ .puqloD: ?
tinamariewitt1103: MOUSE
tinamariewitt1103: It was gonna climb my chair
tinamariewitt1103: the cat snatched it
tinamariewitt1103: omg
tinamariewitt1103: :(
tinamariewitt1103: she catches and releases
qoraQ .puqloD: Oh hun it will be ok.  the cats are doing their job
tinamariewitt1103: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
tinamariewitt1103: :((
qoraQ .puqloD: is ok babe
tinamariewitt1103: NOOOOOOOOOOOO it ran towards my chair
qoraQ .puqloD: ohhh
tinamariewitt1103: and she is eating it tail first.. its still alive
qoraQ .puqloD: eewwww
tinamariewitt1103: talk about torture
qoraQ .puqloD: So is that more Klingonesque for you?  lol
tinamariewitt1103: yes
qoraQ .puqloD: cool
tinamariewitt1103: SAVE ME
tinamariewitt1103: omg.. its over
qoraQ .puqloD: Kitty dinner now huh?
tinamariewitt1103: no she totally consumed it
qoraQ .puqloD: that's what I meant
tinamariewitt1103: yes
qoraQ .puqloD: good.
qoraQ .puqloD: must have been a small one
tinamariewitt1103: did you like the vid?
tinamariewitt1103: no it was a fat fucker
tinamariewitt1103: coming to eat me
qoraQ .puqloD: it was....interesting.
qoraQ .puqloD: lol no it wasn't
tinamariewitt1103: yes it was
qoraQ .puqloD: I would bet it was just trying to hide from the furballs
tinamariewitt1103: Goddamn cats better step up their game if they are getting that close to me
tinamariewitt1103: :D
tinamariewitt1103: sorry but that just grosses me out..
qoraQ .puqloD: I know babe
tinamariewitt1103: anyway you probably should get to bed... and I am gonna use that last part about the mouse to blog
tinamariewitt1103: ewww.. mouse flavored milk

The mouse flavored milk was after 2 of Cuddles' demon spawn decided to nurse on her after she ate the mouse.

Then not 5 minutes later after the kids except Jessie goes to bed A flying something decided to appear dive bombing me. Jessie and I had just had a scream-fest and this thing I swear was gonna EAT ME too. It had many legs and wings and it was rubbing its legs together like a cricket or something but to me it looked like it was making new plans to invade my space. So here I am screaming and paralyzed in fear of this 1 inch bug (yea I am a huge dork and sissy when it comes to mice and bugs) So I am screaming at the top of my lungs at Kenny to kill it because it was gonna get me. Jessie was screaming but wanted to be brave and try to smash it before her dad came out and I told her NO she would either miss and make it mad, or hit it and fling it on me or in my tea. So then Kenny comes out takes his ball cap and tries to hit it and it takes off only to dive bomb Jessie and fly out the kitchen window.

Finally Kenny says "Can a guy go to bed without all the screaming?" I said maybe it depended on how many other animals decided to want to terrorize me tonight. And he should know my rules for not going to bed before midnight. That is when the nightmares come.

Anyway that was the extent of my night not including the Facebook post of being on the ceiling. But if you friended me or are already a friend of mine on Facebook you can read it on my profile.

I am not explaining the Sugar comment. Ask Kenny. It's his story. Real men don't melt in water.

I bet you all have had terrifying experiences like mine that may end up as hilarity for others. Go ahead share with the rest of us so we can commiserate. I wanna know your story.

I can cook... Honestly

It's summertime and I have been slacking off my duties as a cook. We eat.. I come up with ideas for dinner but I don't actually stand in front of the stove and cook. Unless its something only I can make, like Manicotti. Which my family loves and won't stop gorging themselves on. But we haven't had the cash to get the ingredients I need to make that dish ... you know because living paycheck to paycheck really sucks.

Anyway so today I decide I am gonna make stew. Of all the days I get to cook (physically) I get criticized. Now mind you most of my ideas work and that is usually what we end up eating. Besides that criticism doesn't usually bother me but for some reason today really irked me. I put some tomato juice in the crock pot and proceeded to brown some deer meat that I had pre-cubed and then put in the crock pot. I added my spices and let it simmer.

So I am gonna make this the last meal I cook. I will even quit suggesting things to make because GOD FORBID it doesn't sound good to eat.

I had the following conversation with my husband about the stew that isn't stew.
Me: How does that taste?
Him: What is it?
Me: Stew.
Him: That's not stew.
Me: Yes it is.
Him: You don't put tomato juice in stew.
Me: Tell that to Bill (my Stepdad)
Him: You don't put tomato juice in stew.
Me: Yes you can.
Him: Whatever. It tastes ok.

I told him forget it at least I thought about dinner and decided to get something going so we didn't have to have oatmeal again. He keeps arguing with me about what you use for stew and he keeps insisting it has to be gravy. Sorry but I am using the resources I have and HE KNOWS I don't do gravy.. I can't make it and it always ends badly.. usually with a scorched pot! Anyway I have a few more ingredients to add to it like onion, green beans and corn. Again this may not be the way you make stew but with the limited resources I have, its lucky to even resemble something worth eating.

Honestly I am a good cook. I may not be a gourmet chef but my kids will always have something to eat even if its crackers and cheese.

Then he tells me lighten up lady because he was picking on me.. of all the things to be picking on me for... I told him he is not allowed to pick on me about any of my household duties including cooking when I do decided to physically stand in front of the stove to cook.. I also thought about making fry bread to go with our stew but now I realize that I am in no mood to make fry bread.

Think what you want but if I had the ingredients to make things I see in magazines I would. Because I am that good.

Tattoos are kid friendly

I was sitting cruising the internet looking for my next tattoo. Something small something that I could afford come next pay check. Provided someone wants to spoil me that is.

Anyway so I am on a kick of finding my astrological sign that I actually like. I did find it but if I took it in to see the artist they probably wouldn't do it because of the way it looks. I mean it was already tattooed to a person and the angle that the camera caught you can't see the right claw. Here is the picture :

Isn't that awesome? I planned to have it tattooed to my left calf muscle. I am excited but you can see my issue with it right? The tattoo artist has to stencil it to your skin and then just basically trace the lines. (I knew tracing in grade school would come in handy!) Obviously this isn't gonna be small by any means and as for detail.. well I am expecting to spend no more than 200.00 on this tattoo. However I can re-size it and put it where I want it with no troubles.

So as a right of passage I guess...(my youngest brother was 16 when he got his first tattoo) my children want to have a tattoo for their 16th birthday. I told them we would see. Obviously the tattoo artist will have me sign a waiver etc.. I am completely cool that my kids want to tattoo their bodies. I was even gonna talk my own mother into getting a tattoo.. (for those that know my mom that is gonna be a huge feat to accomplish!) Anyway I was gonna suggest to her matching tattoos..My middle brother is sporting 10 tattoos currently and I am sporting 2. I want so much more because I like artwork I am not sure why my brother does it.. probably because he likes the pain.. ok I like the pain too.. so anyway I don't plan on ending up with every inch of skin tattooed.

So I asked my kids (except Slade) what they wanted for their tattoo. Jessie is Pisces and we found a few designs she likes, like this one:

Pretty cool right? No one said Pisces had to be fish.. it could be mermaids..So then Skye who is 8 said he wants a transformer. I told him that because he is 8 now, in 8 more years he has a chance to change his mind. But if that is what he wants when he is that age then we will see about doing it. He said he wanted Optimus Prime as the tattoo. Lala my 7 year old has 9 more years to think about her tattoo provided she still wants to do it then, has decided she wants her astrological sign as well. She is Aquarius and we looked through all of them that Yahoo! provided us with and her choice settled on this:

She wants the full body one.. (Yes I know that is painted on, but far be it for me to tell her that.) I have to be honest I am not getting them a full body tattoo so maybe something small like the middle picture next to the full body paint. We are still looking for something that fits her personality.

So in the meantime the kids will sport temporary tattoos while thinking of that magical time where I plan to take them in for their first tattoo.