Jezebethanne

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

ok so the movie made sense.. .but THEN.....

Slow and Steady

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment. They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

I've been painting the carousel horses at work-
here are a few pictures- more betterer ones soon i promise.

( Carousel Horses. )

For any that were wondering my brother is fine. i think my son gets his cast off this coming week.


On a good note-- i bought the paint for my trailer and it will soon be pimped out!
I have replaced the floor, it is all that pergo hardwood stuff. And am painting it with the $35 a gallon "ralph lauren suede paint". I bought a new throw rug-- and am going to start the hunt for chairs soon. If i am going to live in a trailer-- I am going to live in my pimped out white trash heaven trailer :)

here is a lazy update of tonights events-- i will be more articulate later~ BTW SileNce = ME!!!
well-- i worked a 14 hour shift tonight, followed by a mad dash to the emergency room for my brother, followed by a drive across town to a 24 hour pharmacy to get his pain killers-- where they sent us further because their computer system was down
Mon 3:38 am and finally i am home
Mon 3:39 am i think, i might pass out
the weld on the back of his cannon gave out-- after many years of good service-- and it shot through his leg
yep-- there is a large hole in my brother
Mon 3:40 am he missed the bone though

I awoke to an explosion of feathers. The little red hen is no more.

My dog however is very proud. I am only slightly drunken. This morning i looked out my window and saw that blasted red hen. I thought "oh, there it is! I'll go toss it over the fence." I went out the door and all i saw was "POOOOF", feathers floating in the air. If it werent so odd it would have been beautiful. So far there have been no feathery consequences.

I am home after another 12 hour shift and i cannot find my littlest cat. This is only worrisome because my psycho neighbor has it out for cats. She ( the neighbor) has free range edible livestock roaming around her yard. The most problematic this week being the chickens. The chickens come over. The dog eats them. She believes that my cats bring them over and offer them to the dog as some kind of animal sacrifice. She also has rabbits- EVERYWHERE. I have already got one of my cats boarded at the vet while i try to find somewhere to stash him a while- as she has let us know under no uncertain terms she will kill him on sight. I bottle fed two of my cats and am foolishly attached- they are my babies. Argh!! where oh where could my wheezy cat be!?!!?!??!

OH my god!!! Vilified? Vindicated? VALIDATED!!!! That my terr0r of previously undiscovered fish from the deep will someday come and bite my toes....

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5237628/?GT1=3584

and to those of you who have laughed at my irrational fear... look upon the ugliness of that fish and tell me .. if it were hanging off of your foot, as you tried valiantly to swim to shore-- with the pain!! and blood! and and and....the salt water in the wound! and... i know they are out there.. and i know they want my toes.. in fact ... i think there is only ONE that wants my toes, but i don't know where it is, nor do i know when it is coming for me!!!

We've just returned from the dr's, poor little fellow. Setting bones is NOT fun. We go back in a week to make sure it is healing properly, and to get his nifty blue (or whatever color) cast on. They are coated in fiberglass or somethign - he wants me to paint flames on it. I think model paints will work. Have to do some cast painting research... poor guy.. mom's little walking canvas.

8:30pm I had been home from work for about 20 minutes, just started to wind down, when my son and his friend Tyler (accompanied by a strange adult) came in to announce that Patrick may have broken his arm. I looked at the interesting S shape of my sons arm, thanked the man for bringing them home and went for the frozen peas. My son was in a bit of shock, so not feeling as much pain as you would think. I got my father and told him we had to go up to the emergency room, he said "oh no, not yet." After convincing him to LOOK. He and Pat were off to the hospital while i went to fetch my mother from work. ( Patrick is on my fathers health insurance-- which is why i picked up mom and he took in the kiddo)
Apparently the children had been playing king of the mountain... on a trampoline. Patrick is not the king.
He managed to break both bones in his arm roughly an inch above the wrist. They are only slightly displaced and he may not have to have surgery, pins, or screws. He is on vicadin and LOVING Futurama. He has also declared that he plans on developing a childhood fear of trampolines.

I learned to knit when i quit smoking and have offered to knit my son a very nice, very pink, fuzzy cover for his cast. If he is nice i will include eyeballs.


NOW.. I want a beer and there are no locals to drink one with. Damned friends all immigrating to parts TOO FAR AWAY!!!

I have a houseguest. I do not want a houseguest. BUT.. the houseguest has a baby.. a nice 5 month old baby for me to play with. SIGH, so of course he has made it all worth it with his toothless grins, happy cooing noises, and the fact that when he is grumpy i can give him back and walk away. Of course being around a baby for an extended period of time always raises the question.... do i want another one? OR do i want to imagine it for a while and safely tuck it back on the shelf?

Bear with me as you read this, I have not done this before.
I am sitting in my room listening to my son and a friend blow raspberries at each other. I think it is an appropriate response to the day.