HA HA HA
Turns out, I was sicker than a dog yesterday. I couldn't get out of bed at ALL, and Dr. Bruce forbid me from getting up from the warm covers of king-sized goodness. I could barely peel my eyes open to make it to the bathroom to barf. This is the first time I've actually been really sick since I was pregnant, so....
I HATE BEING SICK. It makes me feel less than spunky. I'll finish the vet story later today, when all the $&%*#*(ing laundry is done.

Tales from the Doctor's Office (Not for me, for the Cats!)
It is once again that time of the week where one of our four-footed terrors needs to go to the vet. I'm telling you people, that first set of vaccinations will drain you DRY. I used to have no problem taking the little buggers to the doctor, but one particular experience has soured me, and today I fell like elucidating, if only to get it out there and warn others.
There's a pet hospital just down the street from where I live ( I won't give the name, but if you know where I live you know where I'm talking about) that we took the Flying Pigwidgeon to when she needed to get spayed. And TRUST me folks, she needed to get spayed. After her first three heat cycles, you could tell she was half-siamese, and something had to be done.
You know what? Fuck it. I'm too tired. I'll finish this story later after a nap.

It's the Little Things...
Woke up before the husband this morning with no grumpiness, therefore granting me the right to slap on the Donna-Reedy cheerfulness usually only delegated to mothers at 6 am and butlers... Ordered the RIGHT anniversary present this time, with minimal head-smushing stress...Got the first cup of coffee before the sludge settled in...Got a big fat chunk a' blueberry in my slice of breakfast pudding ring.
It's not so much all these inane things prove that I have become Domicile Wifey Domesticus, it's just that fucking amazingly enough, I don't need the drama to survive. As a female, children, that is a good thing. Snoogs.
--The (coffeed up good and proper)Queen

I am....
Surrounded by fucking cheeseheads. I give up on expanding my readership to any more people than the shmuckatellies that comment on all the same entries (see What The Fuck??) So I've got my sister-in-law, my ex-roomie and her girlfriend, and ocassionally my husband when he checks to see if I'm dumping on him for some reason or another. That last part is actually a sweet deal, considering if there were any problems he would immediately fix them. Gotta love 'em. Check ya later, I'm a-hittin' the ebay like a shot of heroin between the toes. Snoog.
-- The Queen

Our first LETTER! WOO!
ok...so I am beth's sister in law. parent's think I am the weird one in the family. they just didn't understand the tall hair 20 years ago...they probably don't understand it now.

family was seemingly pissed about beth and bruce getting married...well not actually getting married, but they didn't date for 35 years ya know? I think it's cool. glad my brother didn't marry some broomstick-up-her-ass yuppy scum. Can't wait to meet her in person.

And for those of you who bitch because she doesn't post everyday by the time you think she should post.....suck my ass....get a fucking life.

love and kisses, peace or annihilation
katie


Ha Ha HAAAAAAAAAAAAA you bastaaaaaaaaaaaaaards! Someone likes me! HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Okay, so she hasn't met me yet, but we spend hours of quality time on the internet together, so NYAH.

Til later then, Smoochies--
The Queen

How I fell in Love with Ernie
He's got a blog. He knows the Bay Area (matter of fact, he mentions Fremont by NAME). He's gay. He has a better life than I. He's ERNIE, and I stumbled upon his blog by playing the linkie game early in the wee hours, and it's true what the tagline say- "Little. Yellow. Different." How I long to have the life I once had. Ya know, if I'd started a damn blog while I was in the navy, pre-wedding, I would've had a more interesting range of topics. Now it's all dinner parties, long-distance phone calls, and housewifely duties. Now, I am not complaining about my apres-nuptial life, I'm just saying that compared to the DRAMA that had occurred before I'm a freaking cup of lite yogurt. I need to find a hobby.

--The Queen

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Updated: Thursday, 11 March 2004 5:29 AM

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These are my friends, people! MY friends!
So I get a call yesterday from the bestest-best friend and she has this to tell me: there was an accident, a pile-up, her new (less than a DAY old) minivan, and a traffic helicopter leading to the six o'clock news. I've known Michelle for years now, how long I couldn't really tell you because a few of them were very inebriated, and in every accident involving her cars she had no blame whatsoever. None. The rear-ending she got in the AIMD parking lot? The other guy's fault and he gets a ticket for improper backing. Her car gets TOTALED in the AIMD parking lot by a chief in an SUV? She was in Florida on her much-earned honeymoon, there was someone else driving. I swear to god, she has the worst luck with cars but the best charmed life rating I've everfuckingseen. All I can say is that thank you cheezus they were never her fault of her insurance would be through the ROOF.

--The Queen

One of Many
I realize that I write too much about what irritates me about entertainment today. I've stopped writing about what goes on in my everyday life (not that it's much), and I'm losing touch with my inner writer. Not that there's anybody reading this, but I feel that I need to regain what audience I have. So we'l try something new today...
So I fucking slept in today. Granted, it was only a half an hour, but when you're on a mornig schedule like I am it was far too late. I stumbled up out of bed after receiving a cold wet cat nose to the foot, tripped into the kitchen, and promptly lost the sugar spoon to the deep and bottomless well that is my husband's coffee thermos. I could have cried from the sheer DUH of it. I had maybe five minutes to whip up his breakfast to go, and with as much ass as I hauled you'd think that I was the one going to work or something. Did I mention that I didn't go to sleep until just about 2 this morning?
Yeah, I'm going back to bed as soon as I'm done with my english mufin. And two loads of laundry. And a load of dishes. After I feed the cats and take a quick shower. I hate being a housewife....

--The Queen

SWEET JESUS ON A PONY!!
Why god, oh WHY must I turn on MTV to get motivated in the mornings?
Another Fucking Britney Spears video has just asaulted my senses, and I'm kinda reeling. What the hell is she supposed to be, anyway? My guess is a stewardess-slash-biker spy-slash-superhero-slash-assassin, but then I could be wrong. Guh. Would somebody PLEEZE etll that girl that sex really can't sell sometimes? Oh, how I long for the days of spandex and eye makeup...
Now, THOSE were videos.

--The Queen

The Explanation of Pop Culture Ramblings
Okay, so I never update. It's not like more than THREE people read this site anyway, but I want to explain what I'm doing here just in case someone new decides to enjoy my crap.
THIS IS ONLY
Nah. There are so many things I see on TV or hear in the news, I feel the need to put my opinions out. Believe me, if I could turn on the computer and leave it on all day, I would be posting every five minutes or so with the shit I see. Really. This was supposed to be a ergular blog, but who wants to read about the inane doings of a housewife? Nothing I do now is in any way as spectacular as the things I did before the Big Move (see Tangents from Rantsville, the older), and I freely admit that. HOWEVER, there are still some things I feel the need to crap on about, and since you're reading this, you're obviously interested. Or maybe you're lost. Either way, you're here.

--The Queen