On the talk radio station I listen to, they were discussing a hall monitor/assistant coach getting fired from his school job because nekkid pics were found on his stolen cell phone. Someone called in and told them about PhoneBin.com. I’d never heard of it and went there. People send in the pics they get on their phone to be posted on the web!

I was shocked at how many female pics there are. Do women just enjoy flashing men? Do men just feel the need to brag by sending private photos on to be seen? Where are the guy pics? We really need to even this out, so all you men, send pics

to my cell phone and I’ll forward them along to the site.

Virgo

October 30, 2007

An unexpected lucky break could come your way today, dear Virgo - something you would never have expected in a hundred years. It could seem like a dream come true, yet it could disrupt your life in some way. You might find yourself facing a choice: go for it and change your entire way of life, or let it go and take the risk that another great opportunity might never appear. Who said life was easy? Think about it!

Vanessa babysat for my cousin this Saturday.  He has five children all 1st grade and under.  After she was done babysitting (at 9PM), she went to spend the night with her best friend.  They were having a Halloween party…and the adults were drinking.

Now I don’t intend to shelter my children from everything, despite the fact that I don’t like drinking.  I’ve been around too many drunks in my life.  I allowed her to go to this party where I’ve not allowed her to go to others because I know the parents.  I know they know me and what I do and don’t allow my daughter to do.  I also know they don’t allow their children to drink.  I felt pretty safe that while the adults were drinking, the kids wouldn’t be allowed to.

One of the girls’ friends showed up with a six pack of beer.  Apparently none of the kids wanted to tell the adults that she was drinking.  They didn’t drink (at least that’s what they say), but they also didn’t want to rat her out.  Soon after Vanessa got there, the girl passed out and Vanessa promptly went and ratted her out.  They made the girl call her mom.  She lied to her though and said she wasn’t drinking, she was just sleepy.  Vanessa took the phone from her and said, “She’s lying to you.  She’s drunk.  She brought beer with her over here.”

The girl’s mom picked her up and chose to believe the sleepy story…until later that night when she was puking and wouldn’t wake up.  She had to take her to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing okay with my kids.  It’s events like this that make me feel as if I can’t be doing too bad of a job.

Our cashier at work has had a thing for a pharmacist that works as our back up guy.  She’s had this thing for him for years.  He just kind of ignores her and goes on; however, typical to male form, he allows her to clean his house, buy him things, and cook for him.  He recently moved to a new city to help take care of his elderly parents.  She went to help him clean up…and stole a pair of his jeans and underwear.

I was laughing so hard when they told me this.  I had tears streaming and April said, “You’re turning red!  Breathe!”  What on earth is she going to do with his jeans and underwear?!?!…lol

Our boss said, “Why didn’t you take a tshirt so you could sleep in it?”

She said, “That’s a good idea…”  LOL

I cannot believe that A)  She would do this and B)  She’d come to work and tell us!!!…lol

The visiting pharmacist covering the evening shift later told me, “Between you and me, I’d take a front row seat in Hell to see her have her first sexual experience.  As crazy as she is, you know it’d be wild.”  This coming from an 85 year old man…LOL

I so love my job.  There’s always plenty of crazy people around waiting to entertain me.

Zhane’s latest project is now on the Blogroll.  Go.  Read.  Comment.  Enjoy.

…and then tell him that the Argent Dawn really needs a Nun Naye to help bring in more drama.  *evil grin*

Callboy stopped calling.  We all knew it would happen.  I got my feelings hurt.  We all knew that would happen too.  Here’s a slight twist though.  When I hadn’t heard from him in a few days, I texted and his response made me think that I’d made him feel as if he couldn’t talk to me about stuff that was bothering him.  I instantly felt bad for not being there for a friend.  Of course looking back now, that’s not at all what his text had meant.  What it meant was, “I don’t want to talk to you.”  Being the sap I am, I wanted to right the wrong and called saying, “I’m on my way to work.  I expect a call when I get home though telling me everything.”  Which to me meant, “Sorry I wasn’t there for you.  I will be now.” and to him meant, “If you don’t want to talk to me, too bad.  You’re going to anyway.”  …and that was that.  Never got the call.  Instead, I got a text basically saying, “Stop making me feel like I have to talk to you.”  That I completely understood and it put everything else in perspective.  Once again, I was just stupid and didn’t understand the male lingo.

….and then there’s my sister.  If you read a couple of posts down, you know she’s been getting on my nerves big time.  In her struggle to feel good about herself, she consistently manages to put the females around her down.  I’ve bit my tongue so many times now that I can’t do it any more.  I’ve been avoiding her since the birthday party…and she’s not taking the hint and leaving me alone.

The other morning, she IM’d me trying to be all cutsie and I wasn’t in the mood for it.  The night before she’d offended my kids and made them feel bad.  I really just wanted to punch her like I used to when we were kids.  Instead, I listened to her tales of greatness while rolling my eyes and trying to just ignore, but then she brought up her myspace.  *groans*  The conversation got back around to Callboy who’s linked on her myspace and that was just too much.

Being uncapable of dealing with drama, I promptly opened my mouth when I shouldn’t have.  I asked her to remember how much he was calling me last year.  She knew.  She even snatched my phone out of my hands one day to answer it and talk to him for half an hour.  From that point on, I’ve gotten to hear how he likes her better, plays on her server, still talks to her after he stopped calling me, blah blah blah.  I told her that he just suddenly stopped calling.  She said, “That’s because he started seeing the girl he was dating.”  Which was my point exactly.  He spent months and months calling me sometimes four or five times a day, texting and talking on IM.  Now I realize I’m antisocial; however, with that much attention, what person isn’t going to start getting attached and think there’s more involved?

I told her he’d called on my birthday and had been calling regularly again…and just stopped again.  She said, “Well, he’s been busy at work.  It’s been tough on him…”  I said, “I know.  That’s why he called.  He needed someone to make him feel better.  An ego boost.  So he called me.  Then didn’t even have the guts to say, “Okay.  I’m done now.  Get back to your regularly scheduled life already in progress.  He’s a jerk.”

Now most sisters at this point would say, “I’m so sorry.  He shouldn’t have done that to you.”  Not mine.  She continued to argue that he’s been nothing but good to her.  Obviously that plays into her “He likes me better” way of thinking.  I couldn’t take any more.   I told her I had to go to work and logged off.

The more I thought about it, the more worried I got.  The last time I told my sisters about some guy I had gone out with, it turned into this huge ordeal.  They literally teasted me like Jr. High style.  Then my mom got involved and wanted me to marry the guy because he was a living and breathing man that took an interest in me.  Obviously I’d never find anything better.  Forget that he beat his wife and was a recovering druggie and alcoholic.  She said, “At your age, everyone is going to have baggage.”  *boggle*

Then it hit me too that my sister would probably not be able to resist saying something to Callboy…and fear set in.  Callboy did nothing wrong.  He told me upfront what was going to happen.  I’m the stupid one that thought I could talk to him and not get attached.  The only thing he did wrong was not tell me before he stopped talking like I asked him to.  That way I wouldn’t have to guess if it was something I said or did that made him stop.  I’d know he was just finished.  I thought I could handle it, but I couldn’t.

Soooo…I texted Callboy with a quick synopsis.  I should have known better.  He’s too egotistical to just take it as it was.  I was mad at my sister, popped off, and he needed to be aware so he wasn’t caught off guard if she said something to him.  That wasn’t enough for him though.  He wanted to know details.  What did I tell her?  What did she say?  Why would I think he’s a jerk?  Would she now think he’s a jerk?  blah blah blah

…and that’s that.  My drama for the year.  I’m over it now…until one of the other of those two talks to me.  If they’re smart, they’ll give me a few weeks to forget how mad I am.  If they’re not…I might have to hurt some people.

Does anyone other than me watch Beauty and the Geek?!?  Oh my word.  They went to ComicCon.  One of the geeks cried, “This is my mecca!”…lol  The beauties then had to come up with an idea for a comic book character which they presented to some comic editors and such.  The geeks had to make their costumes.  Oh my word.  Princess Bedhead?  Metroman?…lol  I giggled and giggled.  I was telling them about it at work and laughing so hard I had tears.  I love this show!

I cannot believe people over the age of 16 actually use MySpace.  It amazes me.  Maybe I’m just not social enough.  I have a myspace that I created back in 2005 or 6 because some friends complained I didn’t post on their sites.  I created.  I posted.  And that’s all that’s happened with it.

I don’t like MySpace.  It’s like where all the spam email goes to die.  There’s such an over abundance of emo-ness there.  I can’t take it.  Add to that the anonymous nature of it all, and you have what to me equates to a Las Vegas showgirl act.  It might look glamorous to those sitting far away, but the reality is very different.  People are not what they seem.  There’s a lot of cat fights going on in the background.  Everyone wants to be the star of the show and one up the rest.  Just way too much unreality.

My daughter took me to my little sister’s myspace page last night and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.  My daughter said, “She’s a myspace ho, mom.”  She had all the glittery spam you’d expect to see on a 16 year olds myspace page including the “How’s the sexiset woman in the world” comments from the newly aquired WoW boytoys, plus the posed pics of herself and even a pic of her tramp stamp.

Maybe I’m just way too old.  I don’t feel the need to try to be some glamorous seks kitten.  Maybe I act too close to death or something.  I don’t know, but I do think my little sister has a problem with her age.  Not just because of her myspace page, but also because she often puts other down while trying to compliment or draw attention to herself.  She compares herself to Vanessa and Charlea.  They’re sixteen.  If she feels she has to compete, there’s an issue.

I do my best to overlook it, but lately it’s been getting on my nerves.  Probably because along with this behavior, she also tends to boss my children around.  She will buy them stuff or take them to do stuff and I really appreciate it; however, she then turns around and makes them do stuff for her telling them, “I do stuff for you all the time.”  They shouldn’t be made to feel endebted for things she volunteered to do for them.  If she wants some kind of payback, it should come from me since I’m the one unable to give them everything.  The kids shouldn’t be guilted and it’s driving me nuts.

I’m going to have to say something to her, but I keep putting it off because when I do, my mom and other sister will scream at me.  “She’s going through a rough time.”  I understand that, but that doesn’t give her the right to act like a diva.
/rant off

Ethan came home from church last night with his thumb swollen and a little blue looking.  He went to throw something at the same time his friend kicked.  He hit his friend’s leg…or his friend’s leg hit him.  Either way, it means a trip to the doctor for us to find out if it’s broken or just jammed.  He can’t even zip his pants because he can’t grip at all with it.  =(

On a good note, we got our wiimote covers in yesterday.   /cheer

Well, it turned out to be a ton of fun. The kids loved the bread and butter flies as well as the rocking horse fly. They didn’t notice the flowers growing from the ceiling until we pointed them out. We played Pin the Smile on the Cheshire Cat and Queen Says (instead of Simon Says). My niece didn’t want to be Alice. She wanted to be the Queen of Hearts…and she screamed “Off with your head!” at people…lol Vanessa went as Alice. My other niece was the white rabbit. Ethan and my nephew both went as March Hares. My older sister and I were Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. My little sister was the Cheshire cat (not the one we pinned the smile on) and her hubby was the Mad Hatter. On the invitations, we had the kids come in silly costumes. It was a blast. Depending on how the pics came out, I might post some later. =)