Saturday, November 29, 2008

Fugitives and Supergirl!

So, Thursday morning, Destiny, our little fuzzy white dwarf hamster, was out getting her exercise while Zan and I put together the two side dishes he promised his parents he'd make.  We put her up when we were ready to leave and didn't think about her until we got home later that night.

Friday morning, I got up and noticed she wasn't out and about like usual, but didn't think much of it.  She has an odd schedule.  Well, later Friday afternoon, I started to get concerned so I figured I'd poke around in her cage and wake her up, insuring she was okay.  Turns out, she wasn't in her cage. 

This discovery starts a mass search for the little fuzzy.  We can't find her anywhere, so we just try and calm down, knowing that Butterfinger, on the odd occasions he would get out, always returned.  So, I put her cage on the floor (did I mention that it was up on a coffee table?) and open the door, placing some fresh veggies on the inside to entice her home. 

Later that night, I saw a flash of white racing through the kitchen, but I didn't get to her before she disappeared.  Quick little brat.  So, Zan gets the brilliant idea to put out some food by where we think she disappeared.  Genius!  He gets bonus points for a change.  Well, his only mistake was leaving it too far away from the area she was hiding. 

She found the food and started munching this morning.  However, the cats found her and chased her back behind the refrigerator (I saw this time) and she climbed into a small hole behind the cabinets.  No wonder we couldn't find her!  So, I moved the food closer to her and waited.  I hung out, cleaning my kitchen and stuff, watching for her the whole time.  Eventually, she snuck back out.

Princess noticed her and caught my attention.  She was so busy stuffing her little pouches that she didn't even think to flee when I tried to pick her up.  So, after almost 2 days, Destiny is back in her cage, in solitary confinement.  She's happy though, running around and eating. 

So, where does Supergirl come into all this?

Destiny hadn't been back in her cage for more than twenty minutes when Zan comes downstairs.  He starts talking to the fugitive and to Princess, who was on the floor by the cage.  I'm over here at my computer when I hear, "You CAN get out that way you little brat!"  Since we had no idea how she got out, I jumped up from my computer chair, snagged my toes on the opposite pant leg and crashed to the kitchen floor.

Stupid ceramic tile.  Why'd I ever put that in anyway?

Sadly, my attempt at flying was more along the lines of The Greatest American Hero than anything else (and if you don't get that, you're too young).  But, did anyone really expect anything better out of me?  Zan just laughed when he saw I was okay, saying, "You look like one of those chalk outlines..."  He even offered to get the chalk for me...

Anyway, turns out that the little brat was escaping through a hole in the roof.  Her water bottle hung down from the top of the cage.  However, she's bigger than what Sasha was and had to contort herself to get water out of that bottle.  In an effort to help her out, I got one of the ones that hangs on the SIDE of the cage so I could adjust the height.  I never thought once that she'd climb her slide and make a break for it.  And that's what Zan meant - he saw her poke her head out and then heave herself through the hole.  I have since plugged the hole, once I was able to walk again. 

And now, she's pouting.  LOL

Heaven help me, it's only Saturday... still one day left for hell to break loose.


Monday, November 24, 2008

Lies! All Lies! Plus a DOH!

Zan and I fell in love with Terry Goodkind way back in 1994 when Wizard’s First Rule initially came out.  So, when we read that there was going to be a mini-series of a sorts based on the Sword of Truth series, we were very excited.

The good: I think they’ve done a good job with the casting.  Richard’s not quite how I pictured him, nor is Zedd, but I think Kahlan is dead on.  I think the actors portray the characters accurately, even if they’re not written quite right. 

The bad: I think they took the idea of the original storyline and ran off the cliff with it.  Zan is driving me NUTS with his whining during each show about how this isn’t right and why’d they have to change THAT.  And, while I agree with him, he doesn’t have to KEEP WATCHING IF HE DOESN’T LIKE IT!  LOL

All in all, I’m enjoying it, changes aside.  One thing I have to give them uber props on is the fact that they did NOT water down Kahlan’s character at all.  She is still one bad ass bitch, and that makes me happy.  LOL

And now, are you ready for my big DOH of the week?  The middle of last week sometime, I smacked my left leg, just above and to the outside of my knee on our coffee table, giving myself a nice purple bruise.  Friday night, I smacked my right leg, right ON the knee on the same corner of the same table, giving myself yet another grapey bruise in almost the same spot as on my other leg.  I now have a nice matching set. LOL  THEN, Saturday, I park near one of those medians full of rocks at the grocery store.  Yeah, you can see it coming, can’t you?  Well, I’ve been congested for the last couple weeks, so my equilibrium has been of.  Yeah, more than usual, thanks.  The kids load themselves into the car and I’m loading the groceries when suddenly, I lose my balance and fall on my ass.  The left side, that is.  So, now I have three more nice bluish bruises (now with SCRATCHES!  Get yours today!) along my left calf, thigh, and butt cheek. 

You so want to be me, don’t you?

~Your Bruised Crazy Lady

Friday, November 21, 2008



Holy crap, has it really been that long?  *checks calendar*  Yup, sure has.  November 21, 1997.  That was the day!

When I stop and think about it, I realize just how crazy it all is.  We met our sophomore year in high school in geometry class.  Started having lunch together and had our first date on May 25, 1991. 

I’ll never forget the night he first kissed me either.  A good friend of ours was pregnant and estranged from the father.  She was pretty beat down and wanted to have a bit of fun so she had the lot of us over.  When her parents kicked us all out, we went and drove to a quiet spot not far from my house.  Gave us a gorgeous view of Las Vegas and we talked and listened to music.  At one point, he looked up at the clock, saw it was close to curfew, and said, “Well, I guess I ought to kiss you so I can take you home.”  LOL  Classic Zan, I’m tellin ya. 

We moved in together shortly before his 21st birthday, either in April or May of 1995.  He ‘proposed' (and I put that in quotes because we were sitting in Zales, waiting to get approved for the rings we found and he says, “Gee, I guess this means I have to ask you now.”) about a year later.  Took us another year plus some to actually do the deed. 

There have been a ton of ups and downs in our almost-18-year relationship, including coming really close to calling it quits at one point.  But we persevered and I think we are stronger for it.  We struggle, sometimes a lot, but we’re always happy and content.  We have two beautiful, loving children who are the light of our lives and an ever-growing menagerie of animals that make our lives complete.  I often wonder how we made it so far and then I realize that it’s his patience and good humor that have carried us through.  I don’t know what I’d do without him.  Oh, wait… that’s right – I’d have peace and quiet, huh?  LOL  Just kidding honey!

It sounds cliché, but in our case, it’s the truth.  He IS my best friend.  He was my friend long before he ever became my lover, and I have a feeling he’ll be my friend long after the sexual aspect of our relationship ends.  And, in the end, that is what is most important.

And hell, he let me buy a Precious Moments cake topper with a cowboy on it, how can you NOT love a man that lets you do that?

~A not so crazy lady today

P. S. We’re pretty much broke these days so we don’t have any extravagant plans for tonight, however, he bought me the most hysterical card… it read: It takes 2 to make a marriage work.  You open it up and there are three martinis lined up along the bottom and it says: And in case 2 isn’t enough, have 3!  And now you know where ‘Blake’ gets his sense of humor from.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Early Morning Radio

I generally don’t listen to FM radio but since I still *looks angrily at the male half* don’t have XM in my car, I make due with what I have.  Generally, I just listen to my CD’s but every now and then, I’ll flip on the radio.  That’s what I did this morning.

The first thing I came across was two of our rock jocks discussing a man being caught with a prostitute… IN THE BACK OF HIS GARBAGE TRUCK!  My gods, how gross is that?  I came in sometime in the middle of the conversation, so I’m not sure if it was here or not, but it sure wouldn’t surprise me if it was. 

Afraid of what might be coming next, I switched stations.  Two more jocks, this time on a mix-type station, were discussing thing that would happen ‘only in Las Vegas’.  There were a few silly things said, but the one that made me laugh was this: a lady called in and said that every day she drives past this senior living center and it has a bright, neon sign saying ‘SENIOR LIVING CENTER’ on it.  Yeah, only in Las Vegas.  Although, the comment about the bride, in full gown, sitting at the slot machines made me laugh too, but mainly because you see that SO often.  Sad, but true.

So, while laughing over that, I changed stations again during the commercial.  Another set of DJ’s were talking about rudeness and whether it’s becoming a problem.  There was a survey that found 4 out of 5 people thought rudeness was indeed becoming a problem however, 99% of the people surveyed said that they do not believe they are rude.  Um, there’s something wrong there. LOL  Generally, I am NOT rude, but I know that I CAN be…  But yeah, I know, it’s never YOU is it?  It’s always the OTHER guy…

And lastly, Shana… I heard yours and Allyson’s theme song on the radio this morning.  Or, rather, one of them.  And I laughed until I cried.  See, my BFF has been through all of Ali’s changes in personality and temperament over the years and every now and then, a certain song from my past will come on the radio and I’ll just start to laugh.  And only she knows why.  Is it crazy that a song will take me back to something that never actually happened?

Oh, and the song was Secret Lovers by Atlantic Starr.  Others that do this to me are If She Would Have Been Faithful by Chicago, Gonna Buy Me a Dog by the Monkees and *coughs* nearly anything by Nelson.  Just thinking about Matthew and Gunnar makes me blush and laugh.  Damn, Ali!  I miss those days…

Wednesday, November 12, 2008



  • The average man can keep an erection for around 40 minutes, even though he might not last that long. The average woman takes about 20 minutes to climax from oral sex.

There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I’m too tired to look for it… LOL

  • The average man gets around seven erections a day. Sadly, five of those are in his sleep.

Sadly?  Just means we women get the occasional chance to catch our breath.

  • The average speed of ejaculation is 28 mph.

Is that why it hurts so much when it hits you in the eye?  And really, how and WHY did they measure this?  Yet again, our precious tax dollars at work…

  • Sex is healthy. There's more protein in the average ejaculation than there is in a medium-sized pork chop.

But spunk doesn’t come with a side of mashed potatoes!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Are You My Friend?

LOL  And suddenly, I'm having a flashback... Hey Lady, wanna be my friend (Dakota, do you have ANY idea how far back I had to go to FIND that post???)?

Anyway, ever have some sort of news that's so cool, so important, or just makes you so giddy inside that you can't keep it to yourself?  Yeah, me too, but have you ever run into that phenomenon of not really having anyone to tell?

I mean, I HAVE people to tell, but I'm not so sure that anyone really cares.  They'll be polite and tell me they care, but they just don't get it.  Ever.  And I can see the odd looks they give me when I start to gush about whatever it is that has me so excited.

And so I am sad.  I never honestly thought I was so far off the beaten path that no one would like ever get what makes me so happy.  But there it is.  I guess it's a good thing that most of my friends are such good liars.  LOL

Oh well.  I guess I'll go cuddle up with my hopes and my dreams and keep it to myself since not even the ones I know that love me more than anything (Z, S, P & M) really understand.  Although they do get it... sorta.

~TCBL (you figure out what the 'B' stand for in there) 

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Sad But True + a Whine

First, the whine.  I got an e-mail from Blake Shelton’s website last night saying that if I pre-ordered his new CD (due out Oct. 18th!!!!) from iTunes, that I’d get like three bonus songs, a digital booklet, and a video, blah blah blah.  I thought long and hard about it because it was $11.99 and I’m sure Best Buy will have it for $9.99 the week it releases.  Well, after thinking about it all night, I figured what the heck and decided to pre-order it at work this morning.

ONLY TO DISCOVER THAT IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE ON iTUNES!  What the hell?  GRRR!  I’m hoping that it’s just some glitch and I’ll be able to get it tonight or tomorrow… but WAH!  LOL

Okay, and now, on to the real point of this blog.  Ever have a really special person in your past?  One you don’t think of often, but sometimes a certain song, or a certain place will make you think of them?  I have one.  He was my first boyfriend and one of my dearest friends, up until the drugs got to him.  And man, did I love that boy.

Driving to work this morning, I was sick of my CD’s and took a risk on listening to the radio – something I don’t generally do because, well, FM radio sucks and I haven’t gotten my XM hooked back up in my new truck yet.  So, having run out of options on the radio, I went back to the beginning and landed on KOMP, our local rock station.  They were doing their Morning Metallica, something they apparently do every morning.  So, having been a metal head in my youth, I stopped to see what they’d pull out of the vault. 

That’s what made me think of Paulo (and stop laughing, you know who you are… I dislike using real names!).  He’d moved to town my sophomore year from backwoods Arizona.  He was dark skinned with these beautiful golden brown curls and a killer smile.  And now I disappoint myself… I want to remember his eyes as blue-green, but somehow I think they had to have been brown… he was very proud of his heritage – telling everyone he was a Mexican Indian, and correcting them LOUDLY if they just called him a Mexican. 

He was my kind of guy – he broke all the stereotypes and surprised you at every turn.  He was a good student – smart, a quick thinker, and enjoyed learning.  Yet, he loved his video games (see a pattern here yet?), loved his D&D (again, pattern?), and most of all – he loved his music.  Loud, hard, and obnoxious (and there’s a joke in there somewhere but our relationship never got that far so I can’t accurately make it LOL).  He was sweet, he was kind, he was the most fun I think I’d ever had.

And, I suppose, he was my first love.

Paulo and a friend, Jacob, stood in line for Jacob’s then girlfriend to buy Garth Brooks tickets.  Bored, they started a mosh pit at Thomas & Mack.  LOL  Only those two.  Amusingly enough, Jacob took me on my first date my freshman year.  To Olive Garden and the tractor pulls. LOL

No Jacob, I swear I did NOT slam the door in your face, either!  Not that you’re reading this, but I know you’re out there, just on the other side of this city than I.

My first kiss came from Paulo, on the front lawn of my high school where we’d sit and have lunch every day.  I was so sad when he left school, he had such a future, but things weren’t good for him, living away from his family and relying on others.  It was his downfall, I suppose. 

The last time I saw him was three years ago for our mutual friend’s funeral.  I saw him and, truth be told, Zan pointed him out to me.  I was shocked at how tall he’d grown.  But he was still the same person, physically.  He looked right at me and either didn’t see me or didn’t recognize me.  Jacob did, however, and grasped me and refused to let go.  It was a beautiful thing, and not even Zan complained. 

And now that I’m writing this, I wonder… my favorite musician has dark brown curls and a killer smile…

~A very thoughtful Crazy Lady

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Rottie_Mom tagged me today and now I’ve gotta rack my brain to see if I actually KNOW six people…


1. Link to the person who tagged you.

2. Post the rules on your blog.

3. Write six random things about yourself.

4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.

5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.

6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Hmmm 6 random things about me....

1. I write for fun and stress relief and my favorite character (Ali, whom I may have to tag in desperation) has been with me since I was 10.

2. I just got a new winter white hamster last night and we named her Destiny.

3. The only thing that comes close to rivaling my collection of books is my collection of CD’s.

4. Cooking is my favorite way to relax, although lately finding something that my entire family agrees on is a chore.

5. Tie-dye is my sport of choice.

6. I’m not very random.  I think entirely too much, which is probably why I suffer from so much anxiety.  LOL

I’m a-tagging… Redheaded Mama, Cali Girl, Cyndi-Lu, Beth Kery, Robyn, and Selena

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Destiny Calls...

Many of you may know that about three weeks ago, we lost our dwarf black Russian hamster, Sasha.  She'd been ill and suffering with a tumor.  Poor baby had a seizure and passed.  Since then, the girls have been begging for another hamster and Zan keeps saying NO.  And it doesn't matter how much I bat my eyes at him..

So, today he gets kicked out so his boss can go vote (he works out of his boss' house) and he CALLS me to tell me that he went to the PET STORE and found the cutest hamster. 

THEN the jerks SENDS it to me.  *sigh*  This little baby is pure white with just a hint of grey here and there.  I couldn't tell if she was another Campbell's or if she was a Winter White (which I have recently read are different breeds).  I ooh and ahh and he laughs at me. 

Being the loving man that he is, he says he'll call and find out how late that pet store is open, and also ask if they can hold her for us as well.  I think that maybe, finally, we might get another hamster.  I mean, after all, we ONLY have four pets, right Mischief?

Anyway, so I come home and find Sasha's old cage sitting on the kitchen counter.  I'm like YEAH!  He's going to go for it!  And that's when I notice there's something... in the cage.

Would you believe that he went BACK to the pet store to get this little fluffy ball of fur for us?  He won't admit it, but I think he fell in love with our new little family member the minute he saw her.  He even admitted to holding her, something he rarely did with Sasha or Butterfinger, our resident hamster-gone-Guinea pig. 

So, enough rambling.  Meet Destiny.


She's a curious and active little thing, about jumped out of my hand the first time I held her.


And for some odd reason, she'd rather lay beside or behind her house instead of in it.  But whatever, as long as she's happy, right?


And don't forget to check out my sidebar - I added pictures of Cali, my freak cat, and Darby, our 14-year old kitty, as well.  Need to get a good one of Tiger - his eyes always turn either red or gold on me.  And look at the bottom of the blog too... LOL 

~The Crazy Hamster Lady

Monday, November 3, 2008

Oh Boy…

Am I ever in trouble then… my Kitchen Aid gets a weekly workout. LOL

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