Brothers & Sisters

No, not the tv show. Actually I have them, lots of them! And in the stupidity of us...we just now realize that we can IM eachother and such. It's overly exciting and actually the only thing that is good right now. I can't wait to see them again. Funny how you don't know anyone all your life but when you talk it's like you've always known them. Looking forward for everytime I get to see and talk to them.

BE HAPPY!

co-worker with the Easter joke

"So there are two chocolate bunnies."

"One has it's ass bitten off the other one has it's ears bitten off."

"The one bunny says 'my ass hurts.'"

"The other one says 'I can't hear you.'"

Me: "Oh, that's cute." "Thanks."

Her: "Well, you know, when you bite the corner off the bunny and then go for the ears?"

Me: "Oh, that's cute." "Thanks"

Holy moly holy week

I'm not a big fan of the religion I grew up learning and studing. However I find myself still compled to do the religions rites. I don't know why. I think it is a cross between wanting something to believe in and keeping my mother happy. That's a job that I have aquired now that my father has passed. He did it well, I do it out of duty and care. But I'm getting off the main post here. I have a bad habit of thinking and over thinking.

So anyhow it's "holy week"...the week before Easter. And tonight at 7pm when I should be at home chilling out just sitting...I have to be at church for an hour listening to the priest and washing feet. I probably won't volunteer to feet wash...that's just too much for me.

Friday is Good Friday...I always thought Fridays as good anyhow. But no meat is allowed. Well that with blood meat. So I'm stuck with some sort of fish. Probably some salmon.

On Easter I'll look around the church to see all the 2 time a year churchies. With their big hats and fancy dresses. And wonder if those people think that they are excused from their sins all year the 2 times they attend church. Even our Pastor knows this as he asked the regular crew to just try and be considerate to those who over run the church this Easter. I wonder what her really wants to say. Something to the fact of "You all come only twice a year, we need money all year long...so please come weekly and give 10% of all your income."

LOL.

Easter Sunday has 8 masses. Yes 8, I said 8. Isn't that incredible.

I'm not a weekly church goer. Nope not by a long shot. There was a time after Dad passed that we did. However, not now.

"Where's your God now?" "How come he doesn't save you from that cross?"

This is the word...

indifference (http://definr.com/indifference) n

1: unbiased impartial unconcern
2: apathy demonstrated by an absence of emotional reactions
3: the trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things
4: the trait of remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern

...that I should employ more often.

employ v: put into service (for those with the HUH? look).

M.B.

This is another great song. I'm not one for Michael Buble but I might just get this CD.

Enjoy

http://youtube.com/watch?v=7X5cZC5U6dM

Nobody Knows, Pink

I really love Pink. She says things in her songs that everyone else in the world is afraid of saying. I have a habit of liking depressing and angry songs. In light of yesterdays post...this is just for me.

Passed...

I think I might be having some crazy issues. Maybe it's just a combination of regret, anger, and sorrow. Maybe I should be on meds....then again it ain't all that serious. My ex-uncle passed away the other day. Even though he was a druggie and everything under the sun...it brings back a lot of memories of dad and how we won't make any more memories. Too many people dying lately. About a month or so my friend's mom passed too. She emailed me looking for some advice. And all I could tell her is that the hurt never goes away. You just learn to deal with that person not being around anymore. Not even like an ex-gf or bf...just and empty sort of thought. It's hard not to forget their smell or voice. It sometimes makes you want to go hit the perfume store and buy up all of the cologne that person used to wear...just in case you forget the smell. And the longer it has been the harder it gets. In May my father will be dead 3 years now. And till this day I recall his smell and words. I miss him.

I may just think to much about these sort of things. I wonder what will happen at the time I die too. I wonder how people will react. I don't think anyone will completely flip out. I hope I'm really really really old when that happens.

Night time is the worst I think. Every thing comes back to you. Why is it that at 4 in the morning when I have to pee because my bladder is a small pea...is when all the thoughts come to my head?

Really, night time can be lonely. Even if you have someone with you. You wake up and pee and think and listen...for something I suppose I'm listening for. Don't ask me for what because I really couldn't tell you. But all you hear is nothing. The faucet, the house settle, the cat bell, the dog barking, the police siren BUT if you really pay attention and listen closely you can hear your own heartbeat. Isn't that priceless?

They have grown on me...

the burps. The burps are becoming like a very close but annoying friend that constantly is with you. People say I should go to the doctor and be all like:

"Hey doc, what's with all the burps?"

HOLY CRAP

Sirius playing Ice Ice Baby...lol Oh, come on, you know you like it...STILL!

Accomplished...

Well mostly accomplished. Kris and I worked on the back yard this weekend. I had to join the forces. Anyhow...we, well he, bought some plants for me...and some fruit trees for us. I excited to see if they survive and actually bare fruit. It would be nice to save some money on food. Pulling weeds, raking, and shoveling aren't my thing but since we aren't going to hire someone...someone has to do it. Kris actually stayed out there with me. Gotta keep him moving. I think he was excited to actually see some progress back there. Of course I have to be the enforcer...but it works. It still needs lots of work...but it's looking great! Also had to put a fence around the flower bed and the trees so that Russell doesn't poop, pee, or dig up the plants. Poor thing was really confused about the fence. Maybe I'll take some pictures and post them up. I can't wait to actually just have him going potty in one place.

side note: I'm at work and my idiotic co-worker is yelling at her client...WTF?

But the yard is coming out good. Getting ready for the pig party!!