medical mystery

How on earth does one get eczema on one's eyelids??

Either really brilliant, or not so much

When I was a teen, I was full of the regular teenager angst. I wrote volumes of bad poetry to express my woes that the one I loved did not love me too. (In hindsight, I am glad for that because it would mean I was living in a trailer with 4 children and very big hair.) At the end of one of my books, I wrote "Is this the end or just the end?"

Now, you must understand, in highschool I was incredibly uncool. Not only did my angst music not include Led Zepplin, it mostly consisted of Bryan Adams. I had not been exposed to the song All of My Love as far as I knew. And yet, years later when I heard the song, the lyrics were very familiar. I looked it up in my book and there it was.

I still can't decide if I had heard it somewhere and just brought it into my mind for later, or if I am really as brilliant as the songwriter for All of My Love. I'm pretty sure it is not the latter.

The world is coming to an end

I forgot to decorate for Hallowe'en. I have an uncarved pumpkin sitting on my kitchen table. Almost none of my decorations even made it out of the box, let alone onto my windows.

I have lost the will to live.

Okay, it's not that bad. To make up for it, I bought $50 of discounted Hallowe'en decorations at Lyn's friend's house party last night. So, watch out for next year.

Dog logic

The ball that is the most inaccessible is the one that is the most fun to play with and must be reached.

Domestic rebellion

I have been forced to do domestic things. I hate domestic things. HATE THEM. I hate laundry and cleaning and cooking and all that crap. Heck, most the time I'm not even a fan of showering or brushing my hair. (Lyn will attest to this) But, I have been forced to do something today that is so foreign to me I can't even explain it.

I am cooking chickens.

Full chickens. They look like they are kneeling prisoners that I have been torturing. I mean - headless naked prisoners. With no hands or feet, but you get the idea. Anywho, I am cooking chickens. I think it's called... roasting. Of course, I've been cooking them for hours now and have no idea how to tell if they are done.

I had to clean out my deep freeze last night because my brother and I bought half a cow. In order to put it in there, I had to move a whole ton of crap out and I discovered I had 5 chickens. So, in order to fix that, I am doing this.

I also am cooking a ton of hamburger that I found I hadn't used from the last time my family bought a cow.

In rebellion, I'm still in my pjs and I walked the dogs without brushing my teeth.

I've been hiding a bit of late. Not much to say I guess. I have a lot on my mind, but it isn't coming out. Which is usually a poor sign. I am hoping to be much funnier and brilliant and full of conversation in the near future.

Also, I am trying to fix my header. I could fix Maddy easily enough, but not my own character. So, just imagine that I'm in the picture for awhile.

Mmm, candy coated sugar gum

There is little that reminds me more of childhood Hallowe'en memories as Chicklets. The taste only lasts about 5 minutes, but that 5 mins is the most enjoyable thing ever.

Also, there was that time Ky used Chicklets as teeth to smile at people driving by and that was funny.

Monty in Hawiian shirt

Monty in Hawiian shirt
Originally uploaded by May-B.

As promised. The picture of Monty in his Hallowe'en costume.

Busy work

My template is bugging me. So I made a new one. I might put it up in a few days. I will let you know.

Puppy Hallowe'en costumes

As promised. We are the meanest dog parents in the world.





The one of Monty won't work. And I have to go to sleep so will try and post that one tomorrow. Stupid Blogger.