For a couple reasons actually.

First I haven’t updated this poor thing in days…and I’m so sorry.
Don’t get me wrong, I have tons of shit to write about…but it’s so piled up that I don’t think I could possibly even know where to start…pathetic eh?

Secondly, I don’t go to church. Heh. Now, the reason this is coming up is because I was having a lil’ discussion with one of my sissys *Gina* and it wasn’t about going to hell per say. But we were swappin funny church stories from our youth.

And that got me to thinkin’….

For those of you who haven’t the foggiest about my religious background I was raised in a Southern Baptist home where we went to church EVERY Sunday come hell or highwater. Now I’m not saying this is a bad thing, I actually appreciate the morals they gave me…which in turn made me into the wonderful person I am today. Heh.

Anywhoot, back to the topic. I don’t go to church anymore, and I have my reasons, and they are damn good ones. However, I’ve noticed that people think that just because I don’t attend a church that I’m a “stray lamb” or what the fuck ever and that I’m going to hell for it. Now I realize that in the bible it does mention that one should fellowship with other believers and that’s totally understandable. But, I find it rather rude/condemning/and totally uncalled for that someone could actually say “Since you don’t go to church you are going to hell.” Persuasion by threat…it’s a nice touch.

And I have had that said to me MANY times, by total strangers…my family…you name it. And here’s the kicker, I know a few pastors…and not once have they said anything close to that. Ever. I’ve gotten the usual “We miss ya on sunday mornings” but I’ve never been made to feel like I’m the devils child by those guys. And I appreciate that. I find it ironic that the “followers” are condemning and tacky…but the “leaders” are patient and understanding. Reckon that’s why they are pastors eh?

So, yeah I don’t go to church, yeah I do have a very personal religious life, and no I won’t shove my beliefs down your throat nor will I make you feel guilty about how you choose to practice your religion. I may go to hell for it…and that’s just fine…at least I’ll die and burn knowing that I’ve never made someone feel as bad as I’ve been made to feel about my choices due to other people ignorance and unwillingness to understand that they can hurt with words too.

Now for your part…are you a non-church goer that’s been subject to this type of treatment? Do share, it’s nice to know I’m not alone.
And if you are a church goer…I ask that you take a moment and reflect on your methods of “recruitment” (for lack of a better word..it’s late..sorry). Do you use fear and threats of hell or are you a patient person who makes an example through love and kindness?

Now before I start this I want to make sure that you are aware that I am a self admitted bed lover. I could stay in my comfy bed all day…in fact before real life hit that’s what I used to do…just lay there, eat, read all day or play on my laptop…

I’ve never been a huge fan of sharing my bed with anyone, although once me and Josh moved in together naturally it was assumed we would be sleeping together. At first I won’t lie, I was excited about it. I thought mabey it would be like those mattress commercials where the couple shares the same blanket, stays on their separate sides of the bed or spoons while looking blissfully at peace.

Holy shit was I wrong.

I’ve found a few things about myself and my sleeping style that have been made sharply apparent to me since having a sleeping partner. Like the thing where my pillow has to be just so, my blankets have to be just so, I have to have music playing, and I have to have the middle of the bed. Well, all that went out the bedroom window once Josh took up residence in the same bed with me.

Enter Problem #1:
We have a full sized bed (not a queen, not a king..just a full). I am 5’6 1/2″ and Josh is 6’1″. We aren’t excatally short people. Not to mention Josh now weighs in at 201 lbs. which gives him a belly (sexy eh?). However, the belly is a problem in itself. Back to what I was talking about…we’re a tall couple…the bed is apparently not made for folks of our stature to say the least…which means if we don’t want our little feetzers hangin off the end we have to go into the fetal position.

Enter Problem #2:
Once in that said fetal position there is a dramatic space shift, since my height and weight (130 if yer wondering, I am proud) make me into a string bean of a person me turning on my side isn’t a huge space sucker. BUT when Josh turns on his side we have a problem. Enter the BELLY OF DOOM. His body windes up taking the entire bed up leaving me with a sliver of mattress to do my snoozing on. Which totally isn’t cool. So I never really fall totally asleep because I have to keep somewhat aware of my position so that I don’t take that horrific plunge to the hard floor below. I have a few times and it sucks.

Enter Problem #3:
I’m a quite sleeper. And yes I’ve had plenty of people tell me that. I don’t snore, kick, move around a lot…etc. Everyonce in awhile I’ll talk in my sleep…but that’s usually, and oddly enough after I’ve eaten BBQ chicken for dinner. Don’t ask, I have not a clue as to why…universal mystery. Anyway, I’m a peaceful sleeper. Josh however isn’t. And in many ways. He snores (loudly), talks (loudly) and rolls around to his hearts content….every….single….night. Now I prefer to sleep on my back, Josh on his side…usually with his front facing me. So that his head in right near my ear. I get front row, upclose, and rather personal seats to a nightly serenade of hacks, snores, wheezy breathing…the works. Not excatally the music that I’m so fond of…

Enter Problem #4:
The blanket situation. We started out with one blanket for the both of us. Heh. Yeah, that lasted for…well…mabey a week. He’d roll over and suddenly I’d pop my eyes open because a draft was fluttering over me…and forget trying to take some of it back…that would only induce a groggy mini-battle where I being smaller lost out. So, logic says…get another blanket…one for each…heh. As smart as it seems it still is rendered useless against his “super-dooper-blanket-stealing-powers”. We have to take a step back from this situation and look at it outside of the immediate logic. If there is one blanket on the bed that he steals, and you put another blanket on that bed then that means there are now TWO blankets which are able to be stolen. And boy howdy does he. So once again I’m not sleeping at full capacity due to the fact that at any moment I’ll have to “go to the mattresses”** for my blanket. (**line from The Godfather for you non movie types)

Enter Problem #5:
I don’t like to be constricted while I sleep. And Josh likes to hold me…throw an arm/leg over me…which would be fine if I wasn’t claustrophobic. So those groovy mattress commercials where the man is spooning with the woman and she looks oh-so-blissed out…that is not me. I flip out. I try pushing him off…no dice…he’s too heavy…and won’t wake up. So I have to shove him off…which wakes him up and then he’s pissy because I had the audacity to wake his ass up!

There are many other little nit-picks I could go on here with. But those are my major ones. Single people, rejoice that you have a bed to yourself and enjoy it for me please!

Now for my question for you! What is the most annoying thing for you when you are sleeping with another person?

Sheesh, I’ve been like MIA for quite a bit now…
Oh the joys of life.

Let’s see here, other than the massive work on the property and trying to get shit sorted out for the *business* I’ve not had time to shower…shave…or do my hair in the last three days. Not cool.

I look like an amazon woman…thank god my clients can’t actually see me right now, they’d think I was crazy! Right now I have the hot water heater warming up so I’ll be cleaning up here in about 30 minutes…thank god because I’s one stinky woman!

I’m off to Bisbee today for a service call…at an internet cafe! LOL! See my two careers intertwine often! I’ve got to remember to stop at Walmart today and pick up some Easter & St.Patty’s cards for all my buddies across the country…so ya’ll watch your mail! ;o)

I’m not sure if I told ya’ll this but Sebastien has won a spot in the Arizona FCCLA “Chefs” state compition in April! ^-^ He’ll be competing with other top chefs in the state for a medal or something…there’s money involved too…otherwise I know he wouldn’t do it. So whoo hoo for him!

I’ve been working with Miller on being on the leash…he’s doing damn good for being so hyper! I take him out every night with the other mutts and he doesn’t get too rowdy even though he’s the only one on a leash. I need to get him one of those chest harnesses though, I don’t like using the choke chain for very long.

OOOH! I’m getting a new desk on Saturday!! It’s a beautiful old-style western desk with…you won’t believe it….DRAWERS!!! Now you are most likely going WTF? But lemme explain, right now my “desk” is a clusterfuck. I have a very long folding table and since drawers usually don’t come with ‘em I have stackable trays. This would be a nice set up if I didn’t have very many papers…however, my particular business come with ass-loads of paper (I’m talking Kristy Alley sized ass-loads). It’s insane, and I can never find anything…

So with this new desk I’m thinking I’ll be able to not only eliminate my stackin’ baskets, but also at least one of the 4 file cabinents I put to use daily (that doesn’t include the 2 book cases). I need a freakin assistant. Jeez.

Mmmm…let’s see what else, oh the Michael Jackson trial. Now honestly unless this trial proves otherwise I think this dude is innocent, just crazy as hell! I think he’s been taken advantage of by yet another leach family. However, I do have one little problem…I haven’t followed it super close, but for the first few days of this trial it looks as if he’s wearing the same outfit over and over again. Dude, change yer clothes. Oy.

Ok folks I’m spent…off to clean up and head out! Have a wickedly wonderful day! ^_^

Goood morning fellow bloggers! It’s Sunday, it’s early and I’m not sure why I’m in such a good mood!

I’d like to do a quick lil’ plug here for my buddy *Lindsey* who is the latest edition to my growing Blog Roll!

Took a couple little quizzes…The first one I’m sooo totally not suprised at the result, I worship Marilyn ^_^ The second one…yup…that’d be me…lol!

You are Maryiln Monroe A classic tortured beauty You’re the dream girl of many men Yet they never seem to treat you right What Famous Pinup Are You? Take This Quiz

Your Inner Muse is Thalia You are most like this playful muse of comedy. Life is all about laughter to you, and you’re a natural comic. You make people laugh until their sides split. And you’re always up for some play time! What Muse Are You? Take This Quiz

I had a friend when I was much younger…we’ll call him Steve for now. Anyway, Steve’s family and my family are very close, and him and I saw each other quite often. Now, Steve is about 5 years older than me, and had made some very bad choices in life. He was a heavy drug user/dealer in his teens and early twenties. His problems and addictions landed him in drug re-hab for 5 months last year. For Meth mostly. Anyway, our family went to his welcome home party in October of last year.

He looked so good, and I was so proud of him because even though we lost touch over the years I still hurt that someone I knew was killing himself. At the party I praised him for his great change and how wonderful he was doing for himself. He seemed happy.

After the party was over we made plans to go hang out..and we did a couple times. I figured that if I could make myself avalible as friend to him and support him in his new life then that’s what I’d do. He got a job in construction, and worked alot…that started in November.

Tonight (well this morning) Dad came home from the saloon and mentioned that he’d ran into Steve’s parents and his sister. I innocently asked “Oh Steve didn’t want to go out?”

Turns out Steve got busted with a quarter ounce of meth last week and they arrested him. His father finally convinced the authorities to turn Steve over to him while he awaits his punishment…bascially Steve is in deep shit. And I realize that is his own fault, but this just hit me so hard..I want to cry. This kid has so much potential and I wish there was a way for him to realize that. And to realize that he doesn’t need that shit to function. I love the kid like a sister and right now my heart is breaking…I know this is kind of a downer post but as soon as dad told me I just felt I needed to write all this down somewhere so that it wouldn’t get all pent up.