Monthly Archives: August 2010

>Apartment Hunting…

>and the question is:

Just as exhausting as speed dating?

For the past week, FullEclipse and I have been looking for a new place to live as we have set our move date to November.

We could wait until either the house sells or, in case it does not sell, we get a foreclosure. It makes sense to stay put for a while, but I am done! The house feels like a burden. I no longer feel safe. But, every day that I live there, I get more attached to the house. My family has created some wonderful memories there and seeing people looking to buy our home, might be too much for me to handle.

There is something else too. I can’t reveal what it is just yet. Just trust me on this one, it is time to move.

But, why the comparison to speed dating?

Well, much like speed dating, you have a list of things/qualities you want the other person/apartment to have. You have very few minutes to sort of look at the person/apartment before you move on. Obviously, people will go for the prettiest face/apartment without considering any other alternatives.

Everyone, in this case landlords, puts on their perfect facade so that no one sees the potential problems down the road.

Thankfully, I am over wanting something pretty.

Of course, I will not move my family to a horrible place, but as long as our new place meets our requirements, everything should be fine.

FullEclipse, tells me that as November nears, I should lower my expectations. I disagree completely. Much like dating, my hope is to find an apartment for the long haul – kind of how dating leads to a relationship. I can’t commit to a place unless I am sure that it is the right fit.

Just because we get desperate, does not mean we have to settle.

So much to do…

So little time!!

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>My dreams are out to get me!

>I would normally do a “Guilty Pleasures Post” today, but something happened in my dreams last night that made me wake up with a smile.

With everything that has happened lately, I needed a good laugh.  But, I have to say, my sense of humor is one cruel bitchy woman.

For the past few years, most of my dreams are nightmares.  Because of my wild imagination, these nightmares are so real.  After I wake up, I always wonder if I should ever fall asleep again.  Thankfully, sleeping always wins!  I have attributed these nightmares to either my brain never shutting down or just stress about the business/life in general. 

My wonderful husband has suggested that I try to take control of my dreams.  Simple yet efficient as far as solutions go.  Well…how do I do that?  Do I have a long conversation with myself before I fall asleep?  Do I hire a drill sergeant to come scream at me before I pass out?

Needless to say, I haven’t had much luck in the dream department until last night.  I often have this recurring unpleasant dream (not quite a nightmare).  It took me a while to realize that I was dreaming.  For whatever reason, I was in front of a mirror.  Don’t ask…I don’t know why I would be there.  I looked at my reflection and did not like what I saw (not uncommon in real life anyway).  That’s when it dawned on me!  I knew I was dreaming and in total control of what should happen next.

I demanded to look skinny.  That’s when I got chubbier.  I tried again and everything happened as I demanded.  I gotta say, I had the body of my dreams.  Then I thought I could take it further.  I wished for a designer outfit, Louis Vuitton shoes (I think I meant to wish for a bag), etc.

Just when I was about to get a date with Matthew Gray Gubbler, my alarm went off!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is nothing more disturbing than waking up to a techno song that features “rooster” sounds.

I only needed one more minute!

Maybe next time…maybe next time

>Our Weekly Douche of the Week Award

>It has been a while since I have given out this prestigious award.

There have been a few people who deserve this title and are still in the running for another week, but yesterday something happened that made me cringe.  This is not a small feat since very little shocks me.

I saw someone (can’t disclose where though I was not in Chicago) at Wrigley Filed, The Home of the Chicago Cubs wearing an outfit for a team who doesn’t even play in the same league as Cubs!! 

See…even the marquee at the stadium says so: HOME OF THE CHICAGO CUBS.

Isn’t that a HUGE fucking clue?

Link to picture

Is this person for real? 

How dare he/she desecrate the sanctity that is Wrigley Field?  

How can this person desecrate my adopted town this way?

What a disgrace!

When I saw this person my first thought went to those homes were instead of displaying the United States flag, they have a flag of another country.  Yep, I find that just as offesnive as this transgression.

So for wearing something so offsensive to my eyes, you deserve the Douche of the Week Award.

Who knows?  I am so upset that this person might take the Douche of the Year Trophy.

>Yep, it’s Wednesday

>Hello…

I will just get to it…

My name is Queen Frigid and my guilty pleasure is watching a t.v. show where the singer on the following song serves as a “commentator”:

You got me rollin’ like a wheel on the road
Turnin’ round and round, nowhere to go
I’ve got to find out if you’re feeling it, too
It’s hard to tell, so here’s what I do
And everytime I want more
I’ll take you out on the floor
I was made for dancin’
All-all-all, all night long
I was made for dancin’
All-all-all, all night long
The days and nights are moving by me and you
You’re such a crazy love, you tear me in two
I spend my time moving to dreams and a phase
It’s a crazy love, you can see it in my face
And everytime I want more
I’ll take you out on the floor
I was made for dancin’
All-all-all, all night long (yeah)
I was made for dancin’
All-all-all, all night long
I was made for dancin’
All-all-all, all night long
I was made for dancin’
All-all-all, all night long
Ah-hah, dancin’
I was made for dancin’, ah-hah
I was made for dancin’, dancin’, dancin’

Need more clues?

Link to picture

No, this person is not a androgynous looking Lindsday Lohan. 

However, this person’s story of fame and fortune should give Ms. Lohan a glimpse into her future should she fail to get her act together:

Mugshot

If you guessed, Leif Garret, you are correct?  He is today’s guilty pleasure. 

I love watching, “The Smoking Gun Presents….” on truTV.  Leif Garret has some one the funniest lines and facial expressions on the show.  Plus, he always seems to be drugged out of his mind which makes him even funnier.  I have to stop and watch some of the show every time it is on. 

Yep, I enjoy it.

What is your guilty pleasure this week?

>Robbed Part Deux

>I really do not like my neighborhood.

I love my house, but everything around it drags it down. 

The whole block is quiet and I really do not know my neighbors.  It is what surrounds our neighborhood that becomes a problem.  It seems like we are surrounded by an area with thieves, bums, drunks, and a bit of gang activity.  We live close to a major attraction and you would think the surrounding areas would be your picture perfect communities.

Yeah, right!

Last year, we were robbed.  That effect took a huge toll on the family in the finance department as well as the emotional side of me.  You can read all about it here:  Robbed – an Anniversary Tale.

Things have calmed down a bit.  The house next door is now on the market.  No one, expect for the Realtors and potential buyers, can get to it (in theory).  My home has an alarm system.  For the most part, I feel okay. 

Lately, FullEclipse has forgotten to lock his truck.  A few times, he has even left the windows down.  However, nothing had been taken.  I was beginning to feel a sense of relief. 

I should have known better

Last night, someone broke into our truck.  Well, this person had a pass since my husband did not lock the car.  Our GPS system was stolen.  This person tried to look for more stuff, but nothing was taken.  I guess our taste in music is not very good. 

I am pissed.

Pissed at my husband because he forgot to lock the door.  I love him, but this was not cool.

Pissed at myself for not checking to see if the truck had been locked.

Pissed at the person who stole our stuff.

Pissed in general because I don’t have the money to replace said GPS and my husband needs it to get around.

Pissed at my financial situation.  My home is still up for grabs as the loan modification in on its second year.  I can’t move until I know what the hell is going on.

Pissed because we are targets.  People know our weakness and I am afraid that our home will be broken into again.

Yeah, I am pissed

>Is this a guilty pleasure…

>…or just bother line obsessive?

Here it goes!:

Hello, my name is Queen Frigid and I am addicted to “Fundies.”  No, I am not talking about underwear

What the heck?!!!

What are “fundies”? I have seen many definitions for the term. I personally take it as: Christians who take the bible literally. Think of the lines: “women stay at home to be keepers of the home,” “we will welcome every children God sends us,” “the bible holds the key to all our answers,” etc.  Everything has taken to the EXTREME.

For being someone who is borderline atheist, I sure as hell spend a lot of time looking into this type of religious cult/sect/branch.  It all began with the Duggar Family and the quiverfull movement.  Armed with google and every other search engine, I found a website/forum that explained it all to me.  On a side note, I really think I should get out more often.  Spending too much time on the Internet is never good!

Anyway, I was hooked.  I don’t spend as much.  Part of me feels a bit of paranoia.  I would hate for these nut jobs to hold powerful positions within our government.  As a feminist, I find the idea of fundies reprehensible to see how women live in this day in age .  Another side of me is in disbelief that religion can change people so dramatically.  Trust me, these people are crazy!!!!

I don’t read the forums as much anymore.  It is just fun to catch up with some of the wackos out there.  I am not ashamed to admit it.

Below are some interesting links.  Check them out.  The last one is a more serious site as it deals with the aftermath of living and being part of the quiverfull movement.  Enjoy:

  1. Fundies Say the Darnest Things
  2. Stuff Fundies Like
  3. under1000braincells This is not updated as regularly as it used to.  Read the background story behind this parody.
  4. No Longer Quivering

So this is what I do in my spare a lot of the time

What are your guilty pleasures this week?

>Funny things you see

>Venturing out in the world can be such an interesting experience.  The wonders you see and the funny situations you encounter.

Take my trip to Target today as proof.  Not only did I get two ideas for Douche of the Week Award, I also stumbled upon a funny scene.

I was walking through the health care aisles/the miscellaneous crap when I saw this old Mexican lady being fascinated by the condom and lubricant shelves.  I wish I knew what was going through her mind.  Did she know what she was looking at?  I guess she was as she seemed oddly fascinated my the Trojan Magnums.  Perhaps it was wishful thinking.

Who knows?  But it was pretty darn funny.  I almost could picture her throwing Holy Water at the aisles and running out scared.

Condom

Plus funny old lady

 Equals fun shopping!!

Photos taken from Oh LADY!, Condom

>More random questions answered

>What curse word do you use the most?
Fuck

Do you own an iPod?
I do. I wish I had an iPad too…

Who on your MySpace “Top 8” do you talk to the most?
My mom though I am more of a facebook person. Also, my husband doesn’t have MySpace.

What time is your alarm clock set for?
4:40 a.m. with the clock that is set 10 minutes ahead. The snooze on that clock is 20 minutes. The other alarm on my phone goes off at 5:35 a.m.

What color is your room?
Off white? I don’t recall the color.

Flip flops or sneakers?
Flip flops…far more fashionable.

Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?
I always look fat and ugly so I go for taking the picture.

What was the last movie you watched?
ConAir…what can I say? I am addicted.

Do any of your friends have children?
Just my old acquaintances, I am a bit of a recluse and I don’t let many people into my life often.

Has anyone ever called you lazy?
Yep…quite often. Gotta love my parents.

Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster?
Only when I am a bit anxious.

What CD is currently in your CD player?
I don’t recall.

Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?
Regular milk.

Has anyone told you a secret this week?
Nope.

Have you ever given someone a hickey?
Yeah…next question.

Who was the last person to call you?
No calls, just texts.

Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
Hell yeah.

Did you watch cartoons as a child?
Oh sure! I love my Looney Toons. I love watching Wilde E. Coyote fall off the cliff. It still makes me laugh.

Are you shy around the opposite sex?
Not at all. I prefer to talk to men. I find them less complicated and far more in tune with me.

What movie do you know every line to?
I can’t narrow it down. I tend to retain a lot of useless crap.

Do you own any band t-shirts?
Yeah…I still own a t-shirt of an old boy band I loved growing up.

Do you read for fun?
I do! I can lose myself in books.

Do you cry a lot?
Not as much as I need to.

Who was the last person to text message you?
It’s a secret!

Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?
Laptop for now. Did you know that the motherboard to my desktop burned? Who knew that could happen?

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?
Tattoos. I have an idea as to what I want.

What is the weather like?
Not as hot as one would expect this time of year.

When was the last time you slept on the floor?
The first night my daughter spent alone in her room. I was so pissed at FullEclipse for pressuring me into letting Packzi sleep alone.

How many hours of sleep do you need to function?
I can function with very little sleep: maybe six hours…but I would love to sleep at least ten.

Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages?
Yeah. Now, the question to ask is, how often do I care about said calories?

Are you picky about spelling and grammar?
I try to be.

Have you ever been to Six Flags?
Many many years ago before my anxiety disorder kicked into high gear.

Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex?
Opposite sex.

Do you like cottage cheese?
HATE IT!

Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?
On my side. I hate sleeping on my back. I feel like I will choke or something along those lines.

Have you ever bid for something on eBay?
Yes!

Do you enjoy giving hugs?
Only to my loved ones.

What song did you last sing out loud?
Bad Romance by Lady GaGa…my two and a half year old loves her.

Which celebrity, dead or alive, would you want to have lunch with?
Ricky Martin. I have loved that man since I was nine years old. It is time to see him and let him know of my wonderful existence.

Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
Can’t remember.

What one thing do you wish you had?
Money…it will make my life a heck of a lot easier.

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