i'm just not that into you

Not you guys, blogging actually.

As you can tell, my posts have been few and far between as of late. I think it's a combination of my being busy with other things and the lack of desire. I'm finding fewer and fewer things to share with y'all and those things I want to share, I don't seem to have the time to do so.

As my first blogaversary of this blog approaches (hard to believe that in that time I've had no trolls visit here and no intrusion from the person who shall not be mentioned here, huh?!), blogging has been the furthest thing from my mind. I feel that wanting and needing to spend time with my kids takes precedence and trying to blog just takes time away from them. Between school, homework and their extracurricular activities, I have little time to do anything else and when I do get time to do that "other stuff", blogging is not something I care to do. And, in no offense to any of you, visiting others' blogs feels like more of a chore than a favorite pasttime these days.

So I'm going on hiatus...for how long I don't know. I want to blog out of enjoyment, not out of boredom and right now I feel like blogging has become more of a struggle than anything else.

So I wish y'all well for the time being. And all that other shit! Latah gatahs!

the hairy eyeball

Have you ever met someone who hates children? I did today.

I took my kids to see a movie today and at the time we arrived, we were the only ones in the theater. The kids were excited, thinking that we'd have the theater all to ourselves...until this woman walked in.

The kids were acting a little rambunctious so I told them that they had to behave because the theater wasn't "theirs" anymore. Just then, the woman gave a very inappropriate and unnecessary response:

"Sorry.". Imagine hearing that in the most snide, obnoxious, caustic tone of voice.

I glared at her. She's lucky she didn't look at me because my eyes would have most definitely burnt a hole through her.

The kids were in a good mood and were laughing very loudly. It was infectious and I found myself laughing along with them. Just then, Cunting Hagitha McBitch turned and stared first at my daughter and then my son.

I was about to say something. And suddenly I heard "Ew.".

The voice was my daughter's. I looked at her, and she had met this woman's gaze, said what she felt was necessary and did so with the most amazingly evil expression on her face! I've taught her well!

After the movie, my kids needed to use the restroom. Guess who was waiting inside the ladies room?! Yup, her. Even though she was ahead of us, she saw my daughter really had to go and with a smirk on her face, brushed past my daughter who took it all completely in stride, peered through the stall door and said in a very strong tone of voice "Hater."!!!

We looked at each other and just started laughing our heads off. I had to top it off with "It's really ashame honey. Some people just have a real problem being nice.".

Without hesitating she added "Yep. Sucks to be her.".

I'm thinking I need to curb my mouth around my kids a little bit better!

blogger - a pain in the ass or just misunderstood?

If it weren't for my being able to post comments to some of your blogs and not being able to others, I wouldn't be posting this. Heck, I can't even respond to some of your comments on my blog!! It seems Blogger has taken another steamy, hairy dump in the blogosphere and refuses to clean up after itself.

For those of you who may have thought I was being anti-social, I've visited your blogs but Blogger has had other plans for me. I've become it's minion, doing it's evil tasks and getting nothing but grief in return.

And NO, I'm not switching to Wordpress so if you intended on responding with that suggestion, I won't be posting it!

So there!

end of the week crap

Hard to believe that the last time I blogged was on Monday. Where did this week go?!

Anyway...do you know how much I love my son?

Enough to sit in the pouring rain at his football game last night. Enough to sit through being bitten alive by gnats. Next week? Bug spray. Gallons of it. I might even drink it so it protects me from the inside out. Although, I might miss his game if I'm getting my stomach pumped.

Moving right along...

His team didn't win but one little speed demon on his team ran 75 yards for a touchdown! Right on! Best play of the game, lemme' tell you!

The other team? The only thing they had going for them was a 6 foot, 270 pound kid who could push someone over with the tip of his index finger. Did I mention this kid is 11 years old?! Did I mention that he's so big that my son could walk quicker than this kid could run?! Oh and they kicked our asses. But that's beside the point. We would have gotten a second touchdown but the horn blew just at that moment. Game over. Figures.

At least my son's team played better than they did last week. My son was involved in some decent plays and got his name announced once. And he jammed his thumb and won't stop complaining about it so I had I to splint it this morning.

It's always something, right?!

ew

If anyone caught the pilot show last night for that new HBO series Tell Me You Love Me, that's what I'm referring to. This was soft porn in a night time drama format. Complete nudity and it really didn't interest me that someone was having sex or doing something sexual every other minute. I need a plot to keep my interest, not some guy's balls wagging at the screen! Seriously, if I wanted to see all that, I'd purposefully wake up ultra-early every morning just to catch some soft porn on the tube!

Soft porn doesn't turn me on in the slightest so imagine soft porn combined with marital issues, baby conceiving problems and a pre-engaged moronic couple. I think there was more but I was about ready to blow chunks so I stopped paying attention to it after about 10 minutes.

If they would only bring back Six Feet Under, I'd be a happy camper!

i have a little story...

With the Jewish New Year upon us, I thought I'd atone for my sins. Given that it would probably take me until next year's Jewish New Year to do that, I will just atone for one sin that happened several years ago. Although I know it won't make much of a difference as I know Hell will forever keep that special place they already have reserved for me!

Some of you may have heard this story, most have not.

I've been on the dating site for some time now. Several years ago, at a time when I was very seriously trying to find someone, I became very frustrated with the whole dating scene and decided to take a break. One of the frustrations I encountered was that men were very rude about my not posting photos when I first joined, some going so far as saying that they refused to talk to anyone who didn't have a photo! Saying things that I must be ugly or fat since I refused to show a picture. Then, when I did post a photo, those same guys came back to me, trying to engage me in conversation and I gave them the cold shoulder in return for their rude behavior.

After I left, I voiced my frustrations to a friend. She stupidly convinced me that I should post a fake profile with no photo to see what kinds of results it produced. The catch? The fabricated profile was set in the Los Angeles area and I told a story of being a movie actress from a long line of Hollywood producers and directors and mentioned some films I had been in.

I immediately started getting notified of Email after Email. Several weeks later, my friend once again convinced me of doing something very wrong - posting a photo. So I chose these...

For those of you who don't know who this is, this was Gia. Back in the late 70's/early 80's, she made it big in the modeling industry and was known as one of the first supermodels. She was also one of the first women to contract AIDS through intravenous drug use and died at age 26. You may recall that Angelina Jolie portrayed her in a movie called Gia a few years back.

So yes, I was being as fake as they come. All to prove a point...that men in general are very visual creatures by nature and the Emails that generated after the photos were posted proved that to me and my friend.

A few weeks later, curiosity got the better of my friend who wanted to see what kind of Email messages I received. I refused to pay for a fake account so she did. 169 Emails were waiting for me. So I was reading through them and many of them were from Hollywood producers, directors and actors themselves. Some of the messages were from people who had worked behind the scenes of the very movies I posted in my profile as having been in who said "I worked on that movie and you weren't in it!". D'OH!!!!

It took me 2 hours to sift through and delete all the messages. As I was deleting the very last one, a guy wrote me saying something to the effect of "We're in the same industry and seem to have a lot in common. Please write me back.". There was no photo posted on his profile and he offered to Email me one so I took him up on his offer. This is who it was.

Cutting to the chase, we communicated for a month all the while him thinking I was someone else. The fact that I was so easily able to dodge his frequent requests of wanting to meet me left me feeling very guilty.

Anyway, I finally came clean and he never spoke to me again. End of story.

Please, spare me the harsh comments! I feel as bad about it today as I did back then. I tried apologizing several times but not surprising, he never responded to my messages.

Does anyone else out there have a story worthy of a spot in Hell?!

hot off the presses

This just in...

Paris Hilton wears a size 11M shoe.

Life for me is complete now that I know this little tidbit of news.

Hope y'all are enjoying your weekend! I'm doing a super terrific job of holding down the sofa and catching up on my movies.

Yeehaw.

"oh my goodness"

Now this is some funny shit!

I was sitting here going through my morning routine on the computer, when I heard the familiar moaning and groaning of soft porn on the TV behind me. Now by 'familiar' I mean that I don't watch this shit religiously, but I do chuckle at it when I do happen to catch a crotch-full of it in the wee hours of the morning.

So I was catching up on some Emails when I hear a guy say "Oh my goodness!" as he's so happily fake-fornicating away. He said this not once but several times.

Now I'm sorry, but if you have such a difficult time saying "Oh my GOD!" during sex because you're afraid of taking someone's name in vain, then you shouldn't be making soft porn for all of us HBO viewers to see, thankyouverymuch!

And that's been a PSA from your's truly, Anal Annie!