Monday, April 28, 2008


Ok I am on a war path at the moment.

I live in a pretty quiet, safe neighborhood. I’ve lived here for close to 6 years now. I enjoy it here, for the most part. I’ve had no problems from neighbors, except the loud ass barking dogs or some jerk parking in front of my house but that’s it, pretty peachy living.

While living in my current home I have had the occasion to have many packages delivered via UPS, FedEx or USPS. They’d usually leave said packages on the front porch and go on about their business.

Well on one such occasion, I was expecting a delivery of a body scrub I found on eBay that Bath and Body Works used to sell but no longer do (bitches) as well as a 4 version comparison bible to replace the other one I told you all about. I’d come home everyday in search of my precious packages when I figured they should arrive. Nothing.

Several days later I hear a knock on my door. I walk over and ask who it is to find my neighbor whom I’ve never actually seen before. Upon opening the door I noticed he held in his hands the boxes that my items SHOULD have come in. At first glance I was ecstatic but of course that was short lived as one of the boxes was empty.

“Hi, I’m your neighbor Ken. I found these over on the hill. Apparently some boys have been going around taking peoples packages from their porches and opening them and taking what they want.”

Ok, I was in total disbelief. “Oh really?” was the only response I could conjure up.

“Yeah. I’ve caught them running from my porch before. They keep taking my packages and I get a delivery almost every day for my job.” He held out the empty box that used to hold my body scrub, “They seemed to have taken whatever was in here but they left this other item.” He then held out the torn open box that the bible was wrapped in. Figures those heathen ass punks wouldn’t want a bible.

I thanked him, grabbed the boxes then shut the door. I suddenly became incensed. How dare these punks come onto my porch and take something that belongs to ME. Something I paid my hard earned money for. How dare they? The more I thought about this the angrier I got.

This kind of thing never happened before, UGH! So now I can’t even have things delivered to my own damn house.

I found this fantastic cell phone that I wanted on eBay that I ordered and you better believe I had that sucker delivered to my job this time because if those bastards had stolen my $250 phone, I swear I would have gone on a murderous rampage of the whole entire neighborhood until I felt better. That could easily have taken at least a year..... or more. Who's to say.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

BodyWorlds 2 Exhibit

I'm not sure if any of you have heard of a unique exhibit called The Body World's exhibit or not but it's on tour here in Baltimore, MD at the Science Center and let me tell you, this is the most fascinating exhibit I have ever seen in my life.

Let me give you a little background. In July 1977, while working as a scientist and research assistant at the University of Heidelberg’s Institute of Pathology and Anatomy, Dr. Gunther von Hagens created a preservation technique called plastination.

Plastination is the groundbreaking invention where all bodily fluids and soluble fat from anatomical specimens are extracted to stop decomposition, and replaced through vacuum-forced impregnation with reactive resins and elastomers, such as silicon rubber and epoxy that harden with gas, light, or heat curing, giving the specimens rigidity and permanence.

To see these actual human cadavers persevered in this manner was totally mind blowing.

Here are a few pictures;

Saturday, April 19, 2008

What Would YOU Do?

Ok, so I was asked my opinion on a matter and for once, I have no idea how to answer so I thought I would bring this to my blog family and get your feedback.

So here it is.

Brad and Buffy have been dating for 18 months. Brad has met Buffy's parents and siblings and friends. Buffy has met Brad's parents, 2 of his 3 children plus an aunt and uncle even though she hasn't been around them in about 9 months. I mention all that to say they've been around each other's family and friends.

Well, it is graduation season and Brad's eldest daughter is graduating college next month. There is a party being planned in her honor. Obviously all of Brad's family will be in attendance including his ex-wife (his daughter's mother). Buffy has never met Brad's daughter or her mother (Brad's ex-wife) as yet but they are fully aware he is dating Buffy.

Buffy is torn about whether she should attend the graduation and party or just let Brad, his family and ex-wife enjoy the day without her. Is it appropriate for her to attend or not?

How would you feel if you were dating someone for a year and a half and was faced with this dilemma?

If she did not attend would that deem their relationship irrelevant and unimportant?

Now she is pondering all this with the assumption that brad is even going to invite her to the festivities. What if he never even invites her? Should she be upset about that?

As you can see, I have no idea what to tell her at this point.


Monday, April 14, 2008

I Think My Father Got Me

It was the mid/late seventies and I was just a little girl. The Maryland State Lottery during those days had several different lottery games that you could play. They even had monthly subscriptions which I don't think they have today.

Well, one of the games you could play was called The Numbers Game. It's exactly like the Pick 3 and Pick 4 game of today.

Anyway, on one beautiful Saturday afternoon, my mother and I were at the grocery store picking up groceries for the house. As we checked out I noticed on my right hand side there was a customer service counter where you could process returns, send Western Unions, purchase money orders and you guessed it....purchase lottery tickets.

I begged my mother to give me $1.00 so that I could play The Numbers Game. "Come on mom. Can I pleeeeeeaaaase have a dollar for a ticket?"

Persuaded by my very advanced skills of persuasion she agreed,"Alright...alright. Let's go get you a darn ticket because I don't think you are going to ever shut up about it are you?"

Me, "Nope."

So she and I saunter up to the counter and I tell the lady behind the partition that I wanted 298 and I wanted 50cent boxed and 50 straight. What!? I heard the other people in front of me say that so I thought I would try sounding like I knew what the hell I was talking about and imitate what they said. lol

So the lady punches on her keyboard and a ticket spits out and she hands it to me and I hand her the dollar in exchange.

Well later that night while at home with my siblings and parents, the lottery results flashed on the screen. I had completely forgot I had purchased a ticket earlier that day. As the ticker tape scrolled across the bottom of the screen my eyes widened. No it couldn't be. I sat there and watched as the numbers scrolled across the screen once more.

"MOM!!!" I screamed, "My number came out!"

She came over to the TV and watched the numbers scroll across again and simply said, "It sure did."

I ran over to my father at the dining room table where he was seated and said, "Daddy, my number hit!! And it came out exactly the way I had it!!"

My father looked at me then looked at my mother who then said, "She sure did."

My father said, "Well alright sweet pea. That's great. Where is the ticket?"

My mother reached in her purse and pulled it out and handed it to my father. At that point I was just dancing around the house singing my little "I won the lottery" song.

After a few moments of my singing my father said, "Sweet pea come here for a minute."

I ran into the dining room and stood in front of my father all excited, beaming with pride. He said, " Hey sweetie, you did win. Your winnings are about $40.00. Why don't I give you the $40 and I take the ticket and cash it in for you?'"

Well I was in heaven!!! I had all that money and I was about to get it right then and there. WHOO HOOO!! Hell yeah I'm going to take that deal. So after I agreed and my father handed me my money I went screaming around the house, "I'm rich!!"

The next day my mother took me shopping. Even then I was a clothes horse. I bought about 2 complete outfits PLUS a pair of shoes. I was ecstatic!

It wasn't until several years later that I put 2 and 2 together and realized...Hmmmmm, that ticket was worth a hell of a lot more then $40.00.

Damn him!!! lol

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

I Think I am Borderline ADD

I have been doing some real soul searching as of late. Taking a real inventory of my life and the choices I've made.

Reading Karen's blog, I was prompted to go ahead and post this. As I said before, I have been pondering this for awhile, going back and forth on whether or not I should post it then after reading Karen's blog I decided to say "Screw it!" and post.

I have had a really good life. I have been blessed beyond belief. I have had two married parents my entire life that took a real interest in my life. Often times much to my dismay. LOL Although they weren't the deepest or most affectionate of people I always knew they loved me. I'm sure growing up that way has made me leary of getting into deep, relationships with people. There are times I want to get closer to people but something just holds me back. It's like I am unable to give more of myself then I do and don't know how to change that. Weird I know.

Don't get me wrong, I have a few really good friends that I love dearly but still I feel that something is missing in those relationships. I never wanted for anything growing up. Whatever I needed and wanted my parents provided. Even to this day, although I am not rich I am blessed in that if there is something (within reason) I want I can have.

I also thought about things that I am passionate about. Am I passionate about anything? I really don't know. There are organizations I have thought about getting involved in. Projects I wanted to start but for some reason I either am not motivated to get started or I lose interest mid way through so consequently I have all these ideas and projects that I started but never completed.

It led me to ask myself this question, 'Has there been ANYTHING that I have seen to completion?' The more I thought on it the more I realized, I have not completed anything I started and that is a pretty sad commentary.

It further led me to wonder why is it that I can't seem to take hold of a project and see it to completion. I mean sure, at work I start and complete projects all day long because I have to but if my feet aren't held to the fire, why can't I see things through....stay focused?

It got me to thinking that maybe I'm borderline ADD. anyone else like this? Starts things or has ideas but lack the motivation or focus to see it through? Or is it just me?

Monday, April 7, 2008

I Still Can't Believe This

Ok, so The Analyst has a friend that invited him to visit his church. The Analyst asks if I want to accompany him. I decide to go as I have been very disillusioned with my own church as of late because of some infidelity issues on the part of my paster but that is another blog. *AHEM*

Anyway, while upstairs I reach for my bible and bound the stairs and grab my keys ready to head out the door. This has been my routine for years now when going to church. I keep my bible in my nightstand and grab it when I go to church. I've had the same bible for about 10 years.

So we hop in the car and make our way to the church. As we pull up to the building we realize it's in a pretty seedy area of town and I am not at all that comfortable leaving my car nor is The Analyst. We look at each other, look at the church, look at each other once more, take a deep swallow then head in.

As is my normal routine, I place my bible and purse on the chair next to me (when its vacant). The Analyst spots his friend who then motions for us to move over to where he is seated.

I look to my left and reach for my purse but I see there is no bible. I look around and to my surprise bible.

I then begin to question myself, "Did I even bring the bible into the building?" I could have sworn I had it in my hand. Well, I surely must have left it in my car. No problem. Oh well.

We make it through the service and afterward say our goodbyes. We walk out to the car and I slide into the drivers seat, shut the door, look down between the seats and to my surprise...NO BIBLE.

Ok, where the hell did my bible go people? There was a guy sitting next to the seat where my purse and bible were. Hmmmmm.....

In all the 10 years, I have never had that or any bible come up missing. I'll ask again, where the hell is my bible people?

Needless to say I will never visit that church again.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

I am Not That Easily Fooled...Or Am I?

It was a bright, sunny day and I needed to go to the local mall to do a little shopping. At the time I drove a little black Ford Escort. Oh yeah, I was big time.

I arrive, park the car and proceed into the mall. About 2 ½ hours later I emerge with a pep in my step and bags in hand. I retrieve my keys from my purse and insert it into the lock and open my car door. I slide into the drivers seat and shut the door and as soon as the door shut it happened.

A strange uneasiness came over me suddenly. I began to look around the car to try and figure out what was wrong. I didn’t remember my car being this clean. Damn I’m good! I look on the passenger side seat and there it was. A white bowl shaped glass ceiling light bulb cover. Oh oh! This did not go on any of my lights on any of my ceilings. Oh hell!! This is not my car!!

I jumped out of the car so fast I stumbled and almost fell and broke my neck. I immediately looked around to see if anyone noticed I was sitting in the wrong car. Image you come out to your car and some random stranger is sitting in it. How the hell would you react? Talk about embarrassing.

My car was only 3 cars down from this one. Who the hell told this person with the exact same car as mine to park in the same aisle as I did?

I jumped in my car and sped off as fast as I could.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

A Question For The Men

Men, during sex, would you like it if your woman called you "Daddy"during the act? How does that make you feel?

I was reading an article on talking dirty during sex that another blogger posted on her page (She's a real freak but that's beside the point. lol) and it mentioned calling your man "Daddy".

I've never called any of my boyfriends "Daddy". It just never occured to me. It just seemed wierd to me that I would yell out "Oh Daddy!" during sex. I've also wondered if men felt wierd sexing up some chick that's calling him "Daddy".

I know for some its a turn on but I want to know how the majority of the men feel about this. Do you like some woman whispering "Oh yeah Daddy" in your ear during sex?

Women, have you had men that actually got off on you calling him "Daddy"?

Inquiring minds want to know.