are u candace?

looking around at 6 cops and a widdle puppy..(k so it was a belgian malinios k9-cop more on that later) ummm...yah? GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS AND ON YOUR HEAD NOW! oh sheeeeit! Do you have any weapons on you??*silent shock*Wheres the gun!?ok ok..everyone settle down, guns in the car not on me. *quick pat down & takes my keys* Sit on the curb! why are you taking my keys?*phone rings* hey whyd you take my cell phone? We need to talk to you before terros can come over here. I don't like cops, i told them no cops, she lied, Candace I need you to talk to ME now. she lied, I don't like cops you fuckers shot my friend. We didn't shoot anyone. Looks over at dog pulling on his collar/leash. "Hey buddy hows it goin? owner treatin ya nice?Yer a cute lil puppy, lil bubbawubbasis"..dog sits.."they probly taught you in german huh...ghutan tawg?" dog stands "nine", dog sits...officer takes dog and moves behind a parked car. i laugh. terros lady blah blahs, says i can go voluntary or they can petition me and ill be there for longer...i was already aware of this fact...i told her i said NO COPS, & NO PRC, and what do i get? cops and a forced trip to the prc.."It's ok though, I called crisis initially at about 9 or 10...the whole cops deal and arguing with terros and the dr at prc, then signing in yada yada, i didnt get back into the ward until around 5, saw the dr at 9 and was out at 10...beat my own record. 5 hours of suicide watch, I'm pretty good at gettin out of there, helps I don't appear as crazy as i am.

lmfao tho when they called me 6 times in a row this morning and i finally answered and a guy was on the line, said his name was brian, he had called to hear my message also, apprently they were passing my number aruond the office tryna figure it out. I said, oh so you just wanted to listen to the freak show too eh? he says lemme give you to dianne who was tryna call you to begin with. she asks what is that message about, its very odd. i laugh and say oh yah i forgot, ill have to change that, she tells me i have an appt to see another dr after our staffing on tuesday. they sure our filling up tuesday for me. staffing at 10, dr afterwards at 11, therapy at 1, new group thing at 3..she asks what are my plans for the day,. i say to change my voicemail message, she says to give her a call later, i say why? she says so she knows im ok....uhhh alright.

about the last post that is now deleted, im an asshole at times and spaz out, I know you guys would do and do do (heh i said do do) anything you can for me. Im sorry

ten things that make me happy ~for anna

1. sleepin with my dog & driftin off to sleep lisnin to his heart beat and him snoring

2. laughing with friends

3. beer *shrugs* I'm tryna be honest

4. listening & singin along to music

5. making weird art projects

6. brushing my teeth

7. staying in hotels

8. writing

9. ice cream cones..the cake cone kind not the sugar cones those r nasty

10. playing with or petting any of my animals.

visit with Dr. Dumbshit

::waiting in lobby::::
::walking into office 15 minutes late ::
Dr.Dumbshit: Sorry about the delay, I'm running late today.
Hatter: It's ok, no biggie
Dr.Dumbshit: How are you doing today?
Hatter: Shitty
Dr.Dumbshit: Why is that?
Hatter: Cuz I wanna die, and I'm hella paranoid lately
Dr. Dumbshit: *flips thru papers* It looks like last time you were in you were having some money problems, are you still having them?
Hatter: *half-laughs* nah, I hit the jackpot....yessss, I'm still having them, and more so now then before.
Dr.Dumbshit: So why do you think you are depressed?
Hatter: cuz my life sucks
Dr.Dumbshit: *flips through more papers* How about we try stopping all your meds?
Hatter: Are you for fucking reals?
Dr.Dumbshit: Well, it looks like the meds aren't helping you, so maybe we should try you without anything for awhile.
Hatter: So I can get like I was before and end up in the hospital again? I think that's a really stupid idea to be honest with you.
Dr.Dumbshit: So what do you think we should do then? I'm open to suggestions.
Hatter: Well apparently since I don't need meds yet I want to die, I should just go blow my head off.
Dr.Dumbshit: That's not an option.
Hatter: Why the fuck not? You just said I should try not taking any meds.
Dr.Dumbshit: What I said was they don't seem to be helping. In your case, the suicidal thinking is probably an obsessive compulsive problem and people just have to learn to deal with that.
Hatter: Oh yah? ...That's helpful.
Dr.Dumbshit: Why don't we try upping your Adderal dosage by 5mgs. Come back in a month and we'll see if that has improved your mood at all.
Hatter: (in head, ok so yah we're practicing 1940's medicine now by treating depression with speed this makes perfect sense stupid bitch) Fine, whatever.
Dr.Dumbshit: So, what kept you from killing yourself yesterday?
Hatter: I thought I was going to come in here and you would give me some hope and maybe an anti-depressant.

*my case managers' boss comes thru the door* (I'll call her CMB cuz i ferget her name)
blah blah blahs about getting me into an art program (that ive been trying to get into for at least 9 months now), and a peer support person (a friend...wouldn't think it'd be so hard to find a crazy friend for me to talk to but aparently they're having problems finding someone to "match" with me)

Dr. Dumbshit to CMB: So Candace is talking about killing herself
CMB: Do you have a plan?
Hatter: Do I need one, is it really that hard?
Dr.Dumbshit: How would you do it if you were going to then?
Hatter: Probably a gun (thinking in head, or the 90 pills of klonopin you just prescribed me plus what I have at home, or the thousands of milligrams of speed you prescribed me would work too)
Dr.Dumbshit: So, you have a gun then? Is it loaded? -to CMB: Were you aware she had a gun in the home?
CMB: Yes, I was aware
Hatter: (in head thinking...why would i have a gun if its not loaded, what does she think I'm going to smack myself to death with it?) Yes, I have a gun in my house, no it is not currently loaded.
Dr.Dumbshit: Do you have access to the ammunition?
Hatter: um...yah
Dr.Dumbshit: What's going to keep you from leaving here, going home and using it then?
Hatter: I dunno
Dr.Dumshit: Will you call the crisis line if you need to?
Hatter: yah, sure..can I go now?
CMB: Do you need to go to the PRC for the weekend?
Hatter: Fuck no *takes papers off desk* am I done now?
Dr.Dumbshit: Ok, I'll Have CMB walk up front with you and schedule your next appointment.
:::walking, CMB opens door to lobby::: Have a good day!
Hatter: *looks at line to check out and schedule next appointment, waits 5 minutes, throws papers on a chair and leaves* mumbles to herself: Fuck this shit, whats the point...

do not breathe
or move at all
make no sounds
im on the wall
eyes closed
body tense
wish away
makes no sense

cold metal in my hands
dangerous they say
buried in the sand
wish where HE did lay
2nd amendment right
forced to give away
why cant i feel safe?
nothing seen as gray
uve screwed yerself again
like every fuckin day
im tired of u doing this
where will u run now pray?

You Are Likely A Forth Born

At your darkest moments, you feel angry. At work and school, you do best when your analyzing. When you love someone, you tend to be very giving. In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out. Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry. You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy.

The Birth Order Predictor

hmmm..actually I was first, 2 minutes before my sister. I'll agree with the first paragraph...dunno about the second.

AOL can kiss my ass

I've jumped on the bandwagon along with so many others. I don't want my personal space to be invaded by ads I don't agree with. I haven't used any of my aol journals in a while because of the "TOSability" of 90% of what I write, so I just abandoned them. Now though, I will take each and every fucking entry and copy it into WordPerfect and delete the journals entirely, I don't want the aohell bastards making a single fucking penny off of MY WORK. The fact that the way they have the journals set up means I have to go in to each one individually in my archives and cut&paste it into WordPerfect which so far I've done 50 entries in about half an hour and have around 600 more to go, pisses me off so bad that I will be changing ISP's ASAP. fuckin cocksuckers...

very GRRRRR

???anyone know an easier way to copy all the aohell journal entries out????

pill art #4 or #5...i forget..pill art #sumthin

due to the sudden and unexpected lack of pills, the series was delayed and some parts of my pill odyssey will never be complete..stupid pill theives...

anywho, Captain Howdy Girl over at HP Sauce aka "the funniest blog i know of" liked them or maybe she was jus lyin to be nice...well either way it reminded me that i forgot how much fun they were to make so..

I now present to you:

Pill art comics, The Sleep Medication Series




Dr.s desk says "dr. med", and writing says Peabrain above his head











pencil drawing of moon & stars



writing says: Dude, I can pet the stars fer reallll..

desk says "Dr. Med"

writing above head
says "still peabrain"















desk says "real Dr."

reasons why my mom makes me nucking futs

My moms been irritating me alot lately, so I guess rather then take it back out on here I'll just bitch about it in here.

reason numero uno: She woke me up this morning. For nothing. I'm 23, have no problems waking up, in fact I wake up pretty much constantly through-out the nite which she is aware of and for some reason she felt the need to come in and ask me if I was getting up today. GRR

Number 2. No matter how many times I tell her, she still insists on starting conversations with me by yelling something across the house that I can't hear, usually while I'm doing something else, feeding the dogs, cleaning cages etc. I stop, yell back I can't hear you mom, and she'll repeat at least twice more. Then I'll walk all the way back to wherever she is and ask her what? and she'll say something absolutely fucking retarded like "your cat was in here" me: SOOOOO?!?!?WTF?!?!

Number 3. She lied to my therapist & has lied to previous therapists.

~more to come

boredom leads to survey & quiz addiction

The Best Myspace Survey
* . . About You . . *
Eye Color::	hazel
Hair Color::	brownish
Height::	5'5"
Favorite Color::	blue
Screen Name::	I have a few
Favorite Band::	Nirvana
Favorite Movie::	Alice in Wonderland, or Better then Chocolate
Favorite Show::	The L Word
Your Car::	currently resides in a junk yard cuz some stupid ass hit me and totaled it
Your Hometown::	Phoenix & it's burbs
Your Present Town::	Surprise
Your Crushes First Name::	Rachel
Your Grade::	been there done that
Your Style::	..uh...none
* . . Have You Ever . . *
Sat on your rooftop?:	yep, get to climb up there later today and fix the lights yet again too
Kissed someone in the rain?:	do dreams count?
Danced in a public place?:	only when drunk, or it wasn't my choice
Smiled for no reason?:	thats an odd question..
Laughed so hard you cried?:	yep, and damn it was fuckin funny!
Peed your pants after age 8?:	not that I can recall
Written a song?:	a few
Sang to someone for no reason?:	I've sang on the phone, not necessarily to "someone"
Performed on a stage?:	as a kid a few times
Talked to someone you don't know?:	If you only talked to people you knew, you would know noone new...thats a tongue twister there eh..
Gone out of your way to befriend someone?:	I don't consider it "going out of my way"
Made out in a theatre?:	Don't remember
Gone roller skating since 8th grade?:	yah, in the cult/rehab
Been in love?:	yep
* . . Who was the last person to . . *
Say HI to you?:	the exact word "HI"...I think my dad
Tell you, I love you?:	my sister..exact words.."alright dude, talk to ya later, love ya"
Kiss you?:	Sketch
Hug you?:	Don't remember
Tell you BYE?:	Steph
Write you a note?:	my uncle wrote me a note listing what he wanted me to get him at Dairy Queen
Take your photo?:	myself
Call your cell phone?:	Steph
Buy you something?:	my uncle got me my tattoo
Go with you to the movies?:	my uncle
Sing to you?:	Colleen..a long time ago, gotta love drunk singin lol
Write a poem about you?:	Colleen the one and only time, again a long time ago
Text message you?:	Stacie
Touch you?:	Stacie
* . . What's the last . . *
Time you laughed?:	last sunday, when I laughed so hard I cried
Time you cried?:	from not laughing?...last Friday
Movie you watched?:	bits and pieces of a few..the last full movie I watched was "If these walls could talk 2"..I think..
Joke you told?:	tonite I said to my bro and his gf while at the zoo.. "we should ride the carouse...I'll ride the rooster, cuz I'd love to ride a cock".. does that count as a joke?
Song you've sang?:	F.O.D. by Green Day
Time you've looked at the clock?:	0.5 seconds after I read this question..3:18 pm
Drink you've had?:	alcoholic? vanilla vodka that was nasty. Non-alcoholic: I'm on my fourth bottle of water for the day
Number you've dialed?:	my therapist
Book you've read?:	completely? Don't remember, but I read the dictionary some last night..
Food you've eaten?:	half a naaaaaaasty chicken wrap from sonic that pissed me off cuz it was so gross.
Flavor of gum chewed?:	dentyne ice "arctic chill" my favorite :)
Shoes you've worn?:	my regular sneakers
Store you've been in?:	Petsmart
Thing you've said?:	lil bro said as we turned onto my street "So I guess that means you don't wanna go get ice cream?" my response..heh..."No, cuz everywhere I go today they piss me off..ya know..the whole car thing, then Banfield bein fuckin retarded, then..well the zoo was ok except for that little kid banging on the glass cages and his friggin parents not stopping him, then stupid sonic, and my tattoo bein weird...jus fuck it dude, we got ice cream at home"
* . . Can You . . *
Write with both hands?:	crappily
Whistle?:	I'm out of practice, so not as good as I used to.
Blow a bubble?:	Can't everyone?
Roll your tounge in a circle?:	mos def
Cross your eyes?:	yup, wanna see the pics? it's actually kind of scary
Touch your tounge to your nose?:	jus tried and yes
Dance?:	I say no, others say I can..*shrugs
Gleek?:	not anymore
Stay up a whole night without sleep?:	I do it all the time without any struggle, is that really that rare?
Speak a different language?:	only small phrases
Impersonate someone?:	a few people..
Prank call people?:	I prefer to harrass bill collectors and telemarketers
Make a card pyramid?:	yesh
Cook anything?:	mos def
* . . Finish The Line . . *
If i were a ...:	fish i'd be dead right now.. (i dunno wtf thats about, first thing that popped in my head)
I wish ...:	i may i wish i might, have this wish i wish tonite...(see above in parenthesis)
So many people don't know that ...:	im a freak
I am ...:	the lizard queen!! bwahaha (simpsons quote)
My heart is ...:	broke but I have some glue help me inhale and mend it with you..we'll float around and hang out on clouds then we'll come down and have a hangover... -Kurt Cobain
Take this survey Find more surveys You've been totally Bzoink*d

and since im so freakin bored and this was kinda fun for me, and i wanna read other peoples answers i tag...hmmm...umm....KRIS! :D

random questions from annas' blog

1. I've always been afraid of ghosts.
2. People should not talk on cell phones while trying to talk to someone who is working..like don't come into the veterinarians office and talk on your phone while the tech is trying to ask you questions..that always pissed me right the fuck off.
3. The one thing I look forward to every day is spending time with my animals.
4. My first meal of the day usually consists of pills and water.
5. It seems like living is a never-ending job.
6. The last time I painted a room in my house/apartment was the living room about3-4 months ago?
7. The next time I paint, I'd like to paint the rest of one of the half finished paintings that just hang on my wall and collect dust.

2 things

1. If your gonna go shopping crazy, support the good stores :)
HRC Buying for Equality

2. Having a cat lick your fresh tattoo is not only bad for the tat, but hurts like a SONOFABITCH!!

3 and a half hours later...

the collar bone area hert a lil

tattoo day tomorrow

well actually later on today but i havent slept yet so its still considered tomorrow in my book. It's gonna be a busy morning, take the car to get the alignment checked at 10 its should take about an hour. Therapy at 1, again an hour, then the tat at 3. Still not sure exactly what it's going to be, I gave the artist my ideas, something with a praying mantis and a lambda and she was gonna work on the drawing over the week. Hopefully it's something I like cuz I'm hella stoked and gonna be really disappointed if I go down there and I hate her idea and have to draw my own and reschedule. Maybe I'll end up just doing something simple like a black triangle with a lambda inside..who knows. My uncle keeps telling me to be prepared for the pain, which is the last thing on my mind. I'm worried about how hard its gonna be to sit there for 2 hours straight, and how/if I'm gonna be able to wear a bra right after cuz its supposed to be going up my arm over my shoulder and down my chest a little. I wanted to ask the tat artist about doing a cover on some of my old scars too but my uncle called me tonite and wants me to meet him at his place and drive down there together so that idea is thrown out the window. Don't really want him to know about that. We were talking about branding the other day, he said he had done one a long time ago and it turned out like crap, thankfully I was wearing a long shirt and he didn't ask if i had any cuz my turned out pretty crappy too, plus I didn't wanna answer the inevitable questions of "why would you do that?" and "why that particular mark?"...

Wish me luck that the artist has a awesome pic for me.

-last nite I had a odd experience, I was standin outside smokin & freezin and that "starlight star bright wishing" song in my head then I saw a shooting star and of course wished on it, actually made a wish for myself too which I never do. Just the first thing that popped in my head was for myself...Hopefully it'll come true.

word association -my way- heh

So the thing was to get a dictionary and find ten random words and the word associate them. I can't find my dictionary and I'm weird so I decided the persons' blog I found it on I'd just use every 14th word from one of their posts...why?...cuz 14 sounded like a good number i guess..But then a few of the first 14 words were only 1 or 2 letters so I did a few more and I just did the ones with 3 or more letters......i tend to complicate things..

anyways heres the list:

yet --------------time
longer ------------shorter
what --skip too cuz im drawin a blank
friend ------------sad
is ----skip
if ----skip
about -------------a girl (its a song title for non-nirvana fans)
an ----skip
love ---------------hurts
a ----skip
find ---------------lost
me -----skip
day ---------------nite
more -------------please
things ------------unimportant
elusive -----------hidden

"I found Jesus..

...he goes buy the name "hey-zeus" and steals hubcaps from cars.." -Bloodhound Gang


~in the nicest way i can put it~
Did church just let out right into my blog or what? I appreciate the prayers, support, people acting like they care etc. Fer reals though, I DONT DO THE GOD THING. -ESPECIALLY THE JESUS THING. Yes, I'm aware that some may say "well that's why you are having problems"...please don't.

i go to sleep wanting to die
i wake up wanting to die
i spend all day on the computer trying to use what little is left of my brain and can't
i drive an hour to go meet people at a bar, go inside, feel like a social retard, and walk back out
i head back home and keep glancing at the gun in the passenger seat
i pull over, cock it, and sit with it in my lap until interrupted by security telling me to leave
i talk to someone i care alot about and feel like shit that im telling her theres anything wrong
i drive the long way home crying and switching between holding the gun and holding my phone
i sneak inside with the gun, put it under the bed, take meds, & blog this shit...
this is my life

jus cuz yer paranoid, dont meant they're not after you

You are 87% Conspiracy Nut You are the most paranoid conspiracy nut ever! You trust no one, ever - Unless they can gain your trust over months and years of friendship. You are very clever, and you most likely have built a bunker for the pending avian flu outbreak. Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

I found this over at Simple yet satisfying which is a very cool blog IMO.

why do they make it sound so bad..

Oscar the Grouch You scored 22% Organization, 46% abstract, and 27% extroverted!

This test measured 3 variables. First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type. Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. You are more sloppy, both concrete and abstract, and more introverted. Here is why are you Oscar the Grouch. You are both sloppy. You might not always know where everything you need is. Perhaps you don't even care. You don't live in a trash can though. You both can be concrete or abstract thinkers. Oscar's vision of life is very dreamy in an unusual way. His greatest pleasure is being unhappy, but the act of being unhappy makes him happy... which is exactly what he doesn't want. That's quite abstract. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires within limits. You are both quite introverted. For whatever reason you are uncomfortable in social settings. You probably have one or two people that you are close with. You'd rather do things by yourself and you dislike working in groups. Oscar hates it when people bug him. The other possible characters are Cookie Monster Big Bird Snuffleupagus Ernie Elmo Kermit the Frog Grover The Count Guy Smiley Bert

Link: The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test written by greencowsgomoo on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

sleep sucks

2 weeks of not being able to sleep more then 2 hours at a time..few days ago i take somas, ambien, and some extra klonies and i slept like a grand fuckin baby..9 hours, only woke up twice, woke up and actually felt rested for the first time in months..only asted a day..nite before last i take ambiens and drink I fall asleep but have nitemares. first one was im running. being chased, he catches me, chokes me, i wake up( im really getting bored with that one). Second one im in the bathroom using clippers on my face, apparently i thought i needed to shave lol, but i go to make my first swipe and i shave off all my skin, so i make a second swipe and off comes more skin, i can see it in the sink, curled up pieces of skin like fruit peels. I look up at the mirror and see my face with the muscles and blood vessels all showing...my face is a bloody disgusting mess and i wake up. Last nite (this morning) i slept 4 hours..first dream i went in to get my tattoo and it was too tiny for me to even see, everyoneelse could see and thought it was cool but my eyes couldnt see that small, it was just a tiny blurry mess. 2nd dream...well...it was just bad. I wake up, catch my breath, decide to go smoke, see my clock on the way out and think dammit i only slept 4 fuckin hours...step oputside and feel the sprinkles on my head..of course its sprinkling!~because i washed the cars yesterday it hassssss to rain...sigh..

happy turkey day ppl : )

Sketch needs an intervention

this is his 3rd all out-trash the house party in 2 weeks...I'm not sure what he's taking but he may be sneaking it into his puppy chow when I'm not looking..and worse I think he may be getting Lick into it with him also...

"..i think its kinda funny and i think its kinda sad.."

(that i have that song in my head alot lately)...

can someone tell me when precisely i fucked up and god said hey, lets throw a shitfest on candace for ?? years...or is it the whole...this is gods plan, i have to learn these things yada yada, god will never give you more then u can handle crap... cuz dude fer reals...i cant hang.
hello god are you there its me, no not margaret, candace..maybe you got our names confused...but i think im a pretty decent person, could ya lay off a lil bit?...


let's see if i can not be all depressed wah why me crap and come up with some humor out of the misery...hmmm...watchin someone discover they have a urinary catheter can be highly amusing...im sick i know but damn it was funny...watching the drs face after you tell her "ya know the business you work for has already been sued for telling another patient what you just told me" is amusing too..and then watching them fumble over their words to try and fix it made my grin get even bigger..watching interns eyes get reeeeal wide when they start hearing your "mental shit" is slightly funny, i particularly like answering their questions before they ask them. ex.: the dr says ask her the suicidal, homicidal, self harm, psychosis blah blah blah rundown and i jus say yes yes yes and yesssss...and smile : )

"..im not crazy im just a little un...well..yah i am crazy, nevermind..

sometimes i get certain songs stuck in my head at the most inconvienent times, like while sitting in an AA meeting (not for myself) and i keep hearing in my head"...im not an addict its cool, i feel alive.." over and over and over..and the whole " i think its kinda funny, i think its kinda sad, that the dreams in which im dying are the best ive ever had" in therapy, at the dr.s and the hospital..curioser and curioser..

its odd...

how something can look or be perceived as one way, but feel totally different to you. My mom says Sketch looks intimidating/mean. All I see is my big, goofy, loving, harmless baby..


< does he look "mean" to anyone besides her?




damn, hes sitting all crooked...how weird...he usually doesn't sit like that...

new lessons for the month

1. DID can actually happen to people and that fuckin sucks.

2. Even though it may not seem that challenging to cut your own hair, do not attempt this. Between the depth perception change and the reverse image of myself in the mirror its amazing my hair isn't shorter. I managed to chop off a section of my bangs to a little less then 1/2 an inch...














3. A beanie will not help this problem, I still look like an ass.


4. Try to remember what all you were gonna post about before starting to write your entries cuz if you walk away in the middle of it thinking "if I go smoke then I'll remember what else I wanted to put in there" by the time you give up trying to remember and come back, you will have been disconnected from blogger and have to redo the whole post. and damnit that really fuckin sucks.

*gets on intercom: "Can I get a punctuation check on number 4 please!?"

thats just greeeaaaat...

What does your future hold? You will become a nudist and live in a compound with other nudists Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

I think I'll pass unless it's all female.
I don't like the penis, especially the 50 year old, overweight man type.... *shudders*

so whats the other 10%?

Naturally Smart You're a naturally smart person. Your intelligence comes to you naturally, rather than from instruction - and you are better with applied or more real-world things... which comes in handy, here in the real world. 20% applied intelligence 70% natural intelligence

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

and apparently whoever wrote the Html code for this link sucks

sketchs new chew toy....

Sketch has alot of chew toys, soft plush ones, medium rubber ones, a hard rubber kong, ropes, tennis balls, a half deflated football, frisbees..yada yada yada...he gets rawhides, and greenies too. One would think that all of those would suffice his need to chew...apparently not. The two pairs of shoes he got the first week he lived here were ok and understandable, dogs like to chew on smelly ass shoes for some reason. I went and got a bunch of toys and make sure he's not left alone because he has seperation anxiety and if left alone, will find something bad to chew. When I do have to leave him alone his toys get filled with treats and spread out around the room for him to "find and destroy". I haven't had any problems until today when I woke up. Apparently the dog has a thing for hard metal electronics..this is bad..very bad..and could become very expensive.
Luckily my phone I swear is made out of kevlar there was no damage besides the large teeth holes, and destruction of my cell phone case. People have told me I should get a new phone cuz mines "ooold" and I should get a camera phone etc. I think I'll stick with my indestructable one for now. It's made it through a dive to the bottom of a 10 foot pool, twice! A quick jump in the toilet, and I can't even count how many times its fallen from my hand/pocket to the ground and it still works no problem. So I give a big fat no to some tiny fragile camera phone, that has capabilities of a million ringtones and a color display.





















If I had my choice I'd be driving around in a 70's era all steel "boat" of a car, sure parking would be a serious pain in the ass, but if anyone hit me I'd be drivin away as their "crumple car" was being loaded onto the tow truck.

So I'm not exactly a genius...I'm aware of that..But..

when I do something like what I did today I really start to wonder how far down on the I.Q. scale I rank.

I go to the doctor today..in a two story building and my doctor is on the second floor. I notice when I get in the elevator that it says "1" on the big digital display thing. So im like hm..I guess it knows how many ppl are in the elevator..so on my way out of the Dr.s I get in the elevator again and I step back and forth real quick in it thinking it'll make it say theres more people...and so I look like I'm playing imaginary hopscotch in the elevator tryna make it change from 2 to more when it gets to the first floor again and the number on the display changes back to "1". This is whenI realize the big display panel is saying what floor you're on, not how many people are in the friggin elevator..

i hate having to come up with titles...heh i wrote titties the first time

apparently if i get those first three letters out my fingers go on auto-pilot..(just re-read and o.O , that whole sentence just came out...bad...)

anyways...So I have this grand idea to start doing a lesson/s for the week in my blog. It will probably only last for 4 or 5 entries, but maybe I can get in enough of them to stop doing stupid things, repeatedly.

Lessons re-learned this week:
1. Do not stick your fingers near a hand mixer while it is on and the beaters are spinning somewhere around 50 miles an hour.

2. It is NOT a good idea to drink over 32 ounces of juice in one sitting.

3. Having a piece of tobacco in your eye hurts and stings for a long time afterwards, try to avoid this at all costs.

4. When starting a new medication, look up the side effects and be aware if you notice any changes....duh duh duh..*smacks self*

New lessons learned:
1. If your fishing and you notice that all of a sudden you can only cast out 10-15 feet no matter how much weight you put on the end of your line to try and"pull the line out"...It's only casting that far because you've gotten caught on lake junk at least twenty times and cut off your line so now you only have 10-15 feet on your rod :)

2. Making a pair of shoes is not as easy as it seems. Sadly, it will take more than one day to accomplish this.

I'm know there's more but I've taken to the sleeping habits of a dolphin and half of my brain is resting peacefully right now.