Living in a sheltered world

I guess I just haven't been around too many people that I would file in the "absolutely worthless" category. But lately, my radar has gone into overdrive. I really, really tried to give these people the benefit of the doubt. But when push comes to shove - - they are just a waste of oxygen. Why, why, why do they reproduce? Do they have *any* conscience at all? No. None. Just selfish, horrible, materialistic, mean people. No limits to their hurtful, evil acts.

Where is the justice in this world? Where?

Shame, shame, shame on them.

I've lived my life long enough to witness a little "what goes around, comes around." I'm beginning to see it here. The question is - - how many lives will they trample upon as they reach for help. It's not like reaching for help either. It's pulling other people into their miserable pit and then trying to climb on top of them to get out.

Wow. Just - - wow.

Third in line

This crazy woman is third in line for the Presidency of the United States. Third.

*shudder*



That's right. It's all Bush's fault. No personal responsibility. *smirk* Was her snark and partisanship really necessary today? Really? The vote was 228-205. With both parties voting both ways.

I really don't like her. (Plus, I think she is horrible at delivering speeches.) She makes me want to drive my car into a tree. I honestly think *she* is the reason this Democrat-led congress has accomplished nothing. She is a poor leader.

Third in line.

So - - does my world make you sad?

I *thrive* in this environment. There is not a lot in this world that makes me any happier than having a clean house. Especially my kitchen. Clutter on my counters makes me cuh-razy. Every once in a while, the junk pile by the phone gets out of control. The thing is, most of it is junk. Stupid, tree-killing junk mail. I'm trying very hard to cull the mail every single day. So far, I'm rocking it out.

It's funny because this topic came up the other night with my scrapbooking buddies. Miss Q observed that my scrapping procedure is very neat and methodical. Cracks me up. I could totally win an award on scrapbook retreats for maintaining the cleanest space. I just like to clean as I go. In the midst of chaos, I can't find anything. That stresses me out. So - - in creeps OCD B. Unbeknownst to me, Miss Q observed me for awhile. She said that even my way for putting adhesive on paper was methodical. Nice, straight strips.

Is this weird?

Eeek!

I really don't want this stomach thingy.

The boys are doing great. Mr. B? Not so good. I feel sorry for him. I can tell that he feels like total crap.

No!!!!!!!!

Mr. B now has the stomach bug.

I am officially freaking out.

Have you ever...

...heard a cat fart? I haven't. Moe is asleep by the window in my bedroom. I went over there to pet him for a bit. I got the heck out of there. He is stinkin' up the joint. P - U!!!

Carry on.

Saturday Night Pass

Mr. B gave me one. I get to scrap with my peeps tonight. I need to get my stuff ready. 6:00 is going to be here before I know it!!

Yeah me!!!!

Better.

We are doing much better around here. Much. Yesterday went downhill. Real fast. Mr. B decided to take Justin to the local state park to camp. The camper was already out and loaded. So why not? They got checked in, hooked up to everything and headed down to the dock to do a little fishing. That's when Justin urped. (According to Mr. B - - a lot!) Mr. B brought Justin home and then went back for the camper. What luck we have around here.

Justin never got sick again. He just ran a little fever and slept. A lot. Thanks to the phenergan. They both slept through the night, without incident, and woke up this morning refreshed and ready to go.

Ahhhhh.

Mr. B let me sleep in. I slept until 10:45. It was nice! Cam slept until 11:15. Now my internal clock is all wonky.

Guess what I did yesterday! Mr. B and I were sitting out on the back porch, hiding from our whiny kids. He hadn't used the weed-eater the last time he mowed and the lawn really needed it. He didn't feel the urgency, so I told him I'd do it. Show me how to start that thing. He did and I used it. He was laughing at me because it took me *forever* to do the backyard. I had a really hard time holding that thing up for that long! I wasn't real good at it - but I got it done. Today - - I am sore. My arms are so sore! That's just sad.

Okay. Things to do. And this is kind of boring. Sorry. Have a great weekend.

I am in Suckville...

...and this time, Cameron is the mayor. He woke up puking at midnight. Every 30 -45 minutes.

I called the doctor and they could see us at 9:15. I decided to go ahead and take Justin to school. Cameron stayed out in the van with his bowl. I told his teacher he wouldn't be there. She said there are FIVE teachers out with it right now. Great. Just great.

I get Cam to the doctor. Yep - - they are just starting to see it. He gave us a Rx for phenergan suppositories and wished us luck. The Rx has enough for Justin. Just in case.

I called Mr. B to give him an update. He told me he was on his way to pick up Justin from school. He was in the office saying his tummy hurt and he felt like he was going to puke. FANTASTIC!
When they walked out of the door - - Justin wanted to go get a slush and start our camping trip. FAKER!!!! Guess what buddy - - no camping for our family!!

Cam is in bed asleep, Justin is watching cartoons and I'm about to go unload the camper.

Crap, crap, CRAPPPPPPPPP!

Okay, off to wash my hands. Again. You might want to wash yours, too. It's going around. (Sorry, Ash!)

*Don't kiss it, don't kiss it, use some hand sanitizer*

Happy Fall!!

I put my fall blogger clothes on. You like?

Now - - where are the cooler temperatures?

We are going camping with Baby Bro and his family this weekend. I'm so excited!! Mr. B got the camper last night and I've slowly been loading things in it. I got a copy of The Other Boleyn Girl. I'm going to actually try to read a book. I've seen the movie. Now I totally want to hook myself up with the rest of the series. I need to read this book first. We'll see how it goes.

I think I broke up with The Young and the Restless. *gasp* It saddens me to say that. I've been watching it for such a long time. I realized that so many of the characters and their story lines just irritated me. I have almost two weeks of it DVR'd and *zero* desire to watch it. Time to stop the recordings!

Tonight. Ahhhhh, tonight. Survivor and then E.R. (I do not watch Grey's. Never have. I don't know why.) We were supposed to have our pictures made tonight and I canceled it a couple of days ago. Just not in the mood. Big deal if our picture is not in the directory. I. Don't. Care.

One of my friends had some awesome advice for me today. JUST what I needed to hear. Thank you, Chica!! *smacks myself and the head and says, DUH*

Okay - - new survey over on the side. Please vote!

Things to do. Things to do. I've gots to go.

I kind of liked checking out with this phrase. I shall do it again.

*Kiss it, kiss it, smack it*

Um, yeah, well...

I was in a serious funk for that entry. (Not the kisses one. The one before that.) I'm feeling better about myself. Not the situation. But - how I will let it affect me. Why let it affect me? Because this is life and I'm not going to continue pretending that this situation at hand doesn't bother me. Does that make one, tiny bit of sense?

Everyone is in bed. It is quiet in Chez Bray.

To perk things up a bit, I put on my mp3 player and let the music inspire me. I folded laundry, cleaned out the litter box and refereed Moe. (He attacks the other kitties. He's trouble, that one.)

I'm feeling the light-headedness of my ambien beginning to kick in. So - - I shall hit the hay. I hope I didn't alarm anyone earlier. I know that the Lord will guide me and direct my path. I just have to listen to his still, small voice. Listen, then obey. He will carry me though this and reveal to me, in His time, what my next step should be.

I'll give you more later. I'm really feeling loopy all of a sudden.

*Kiss it, kiss it, smack it*