So much stuff going on right now.

I know you will probably hate me for what I'm about to say, but I'm saying it anyways. My mother brought me up on the belief that everyone is entitled to their own damn opinion.

TRASHMAN - I agree fully with everything you said. I've been saying it since this whole Katrina thing started. I understand that a lot of people in New Orleans are hurt, dying, starving, cold, sick, bleeding, or otherwise miserable. I also understand how much pain and suffering is going on because of this tragedy, but I also understand that if the news told me that an earthquake was going to be devastating to southern california and it was going to hit in 2 days exactly I would get the F*CK out of Southern CA. Even if they weren't sure where in southern california it would hit.

People have told me that New Orleans wasn't sure it was going to hit their area. Look, I watched the news, I saw the huge BIG ASS storm and if I was there, TRUST ME....I wouldn't be there after seeing that thing. I would take a quick trip upstate, WALK IF NEED BE, and come back after a few days. It would sure beat the hell out of swimming in FECES. But maybe that's just my take. And I also know that no matter how much I wanted to save my house or belongings, I know that the storm would win. I'm only 110 for godsake. What is my little body going to do to stop that thing. NOTHING, THAT'S WHAT!

And that folks, is why I live in S. CA. I would take an earthquake over a TORNADO, HURRICANE, TYPHONE, or any other natural disaster that hits the other states in this country. I sleep through earthquakes. I wouldn't be able to handle anything else.

I still pray for everyone out there, and hope that they can all get through this. Don't think I'm mean or nasty, but I just had to say what I thought. It would have been a whole lot easier had they just gotten out, but since they didn't and are now in all that SHIT, god be with them and help them out.

Back from my hiatus!

I am currently moving out of a nice big house (that was too expensive to stay in) to a small apartment with my new husband. I HATE MOVING!

It's like a month long process. Pack everything up, move everything over, unpack everything. And you have to rearrange all your stuff to accomodate the new surroundings. Not to mention, my cat is going bezerk and he doesn't like the smaller space, or the fact that everything has changed. He is still avoiding me at all costs and will not let me pet him or hold him. I'm sure he will forgive me with do time, but i'm still worried about him.

Hubbie and I are agreeing to disagree on how to arrange things and what is important to keep and what we throw away. I'm such a pack-rat. I will hold onto something (in a box) for decades, never look at, open the box and still say to myself that I might need it one day. I don't know why, but it's just how my brain works.

"No....don't throw that muffin pan away...."

"Honey, you never use it, it just sits in here..."

"But one day I might want to make cupcakes or something."

PAUSE! Ok - you know as well as I do (somewhere in the back of my brain) that I will probably want to make cupcakes once in the next 10 years, and when I do I will not be able to find where I put that muffin pan - so I wouldn't be able to make cupcakes anyway and end up keeping this muffin pan for no apparent reason other than to satisfy my mind that I will have it if I may ever need it, but let's keep that between us! OK!

"You haven't made cupcakes since your sister bought it for you"

"So, you never know. Just put it in that box and I'll stick it in storage"

At which point, hubbie lowers his shoulder, does his little sigh, and gives up trying to convince me to get rid of it. He then throws it into the box and moves on....

But hey, there is always another side.....

We have stacks, upon stacks, upon stacks, UPON STACKS....(get the point) of old, old, old bike magazines that he never looks at, never reads, or does anything else with, but hey we can't get rid of those either.