Today, besides being the first day of fall, is also National Elephant Appreciation day. Those of you who know me understand what a day set aside specifically for the appreciation of elephants means to me. I just tried about 17 times to paste a copy of a most cool picture I found of an elephant, but....alas....it did not work. My house is overrun with elephant statues. I can't explain the infatuation with them, I just love them. And I have lots. My very first elephant is sitting directly behind me as I type, he is about 2 feet high, he has leather tusks and he's very furry. He hails as "Basil Rathbone". That is his name, and yes, he is named after the first Sherlock Holmes actor. Therefore, in my little spectrum of the world, most of my friends and I refer to elephants as "Basil's". By the way, Basil also wears a pampers diaper with a hole cut for his tail and a Jack Daniels T-shirt. He has worn this same outfit since 1988. And that is not an exaggeration. So you can understand the importance of a National Elephant Appreciation day to me.

My "Korean Piece of Shit" car bit the royal dust on Monday while I was taking the kids to school. Luckily, Stef, my sister, was on her way to take Jacob to school and saw me sitting on the side of the road. She went ahead and took Sam and Liz to daycare so they could catch their busses while I limped the little Korean bastard home. I took it to a car fixer upper place that she knew, and oh my holy mother of old milk cow god. I think I forgot what it was like to drive a car that, like, actually....ran? I squealed the tires at every stop sign on the way home yesterday with it because I had literally spent the last 40,000 miles giving it so much gas to get it to go, I had to relearn how to drive the little bugger. I drove 85 miles the entire way to work this morning. (Which by the way I drive at least 45 miles one way to work) just because I could. I am so excited to drive a car that goes. I couldn't wait to get off work today. Not because I couldn't wait to get home (well that too), but because I couldn't wait to drive my car. Dude, man, like, I may actually wash it or something. Dang, we're having another one of those hold your socks on moments, aren't we?

Speaking of that, I am typing upon my new desk. I tried taking pictures of it but they didn't turn out so hot so you just have to take my word for it that it is spectacular.

Ok...I am going to bed now. Once again, the pillow reigns supreme. Actually, I think I have another piece of Blackberry pie in my refrigerator so I'm making up excuses to go upstairs. G'nite, blog. This time....it's white flaky flour crust baked into blackberry splendor that you've been pre-empted for. Don't feel bad, it could be worse. It could be...chocolate. UCKEY

I love these quiz things you can paste into your blog. You're right, Michelle, these are fun. So, how is it I'm tequila? Dunno, but I know I like to drink it. My desk is finished. Although I've added to it in the last few days so Robbie's work is not done yet. He hates it when I say "You know what I would really like?....."

Tomorrow is Connors birthday. I have to remember to call him.

Right now, gotta say Mr. Blog, I'm sportin' a real nice buzz. Miller Lite loves me. And it's tastin' great with less filling. Dang dude, I'm a walking commercial. I think I should be their spokesperson.

ok, my pillow is once again screamin my name. Or maybe that's the Miller Lite saying get your butt to bed. Doesn't matter, I'm going. G'nite. This time you've be pre-empted for a healthy REM pattern.

Congratulations!! You're a shot of some good old
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You're a punk rock mommy! DIY is probably your
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I took this sexy inner cartoon chic quiz and here are my results. Those of you who read this and take the quiz, use the "comments" to let me know your results!!! I'm Jessica Rabbit.


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My own favorite personal quote has always been "When I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better!" -Mae West

So holy smokes. What all has happened since I last blogged. Went camping this weekend past with Mom and Dad, had an incredibly wonderful time. Anytime I get to hang with Mom and Dad is a great time for me. Mom is doing much much better, which is a good thing. Her weepiness is gone (I told her it was all the medications!) Dad got the results back from his stress tests, etc. and Mom says they were normal. So why all the hoopla? I think there is something they aren't telling me, so MOM - if you are reading this, I'm on to you.

I went to the doc today as a follow up from my annual check up last week. When I went last Thursday, my blood pressure was way up, again. 180/110, so of course they said make an appointment with your primary care doctor, which I did and I went in this morning, it was 160/120. OK, it's been elevated for quite a while so they gave me a month's sample of medicine and they took some blood and I had a chest x-ray done. I'm too young to have all this going on. I'm much too young to feel this damn old, to quote Garth.

Lizzie was sick two days last week. I took her to the doctor afraid she was going to have Strep but she had a double ear infection and "just a nasty cough". So she was home two days. Sucks that I had to miss more work but hey, I'm a mom. That comes first and foremost.

My friend Elizabeth's mom died Tuesday. They've had a rocky relationship, to say the least, since her parents split up and they were, luckily enough, able to mend fences over the summer. Her mom has been sick due to complications from Lupus among other things and Elizabeth was able to be with her mom and help take care of her, which she says she feels honored to be able to say. I'm just sad for her losing her mom. For me, that would be like losing my heart. The family is requesting in lieu of flowers, to make donations in her honor to the Lupus foundation, which I discovered can be done online. I think I may do that when I get paid next. My sister has Lupus. It's a nasty nasty condition and I hate thinking about the problems associated with it.

Last week at Weight Watchers I was down 5.6 pounds and I was so excited, then - boom, the other shoe drops. I went in this week and lo and behold, they found out the scale was broken last week and got a new one. DAMMIT - I really really liked the old one, especially after I stepped on the new one and it gave me back my 5.6 pounds, exactly. By the end of this weeks meeting I was raffling tickets for first in line to shoot/steal/pound/drop/maul/damage/vandalize the new scale. And they thought I was kidding.

Sam and Liz are doing great in school. Lizzie got in trouble two out of the first four days, though. I think she's still adjusting. Either that, or I have a troublemaker on my hands. She's not really a troublemaker, she's just her own person. Sam says he's going to spend third grade known as the "good boy". I told him I thought he spent his whole life so far being a good boy and he said he got into trouble some last year so he's trying to overcome that. He's still adjusting to his new room downstairs. Being only 8, he's still afraid to sleep down there by himself. He was crying his 4th night down there and was too upset to tell me how scared he is, because he felt all of his daddy's work on building his room would be for naught. I told him it would still be his room but he can sleep upstairs until he gets used to the idea of sleeping down there. He thought that was cool. Lizzie asked me a little while ago if it was okay if she went ahead and went to bed, she was really tired. Hello - ya think I said no? NOT.

My new desk is almost finished. I will take digital photos of it when it's all done just so I can post them. I'm very proud of it, as I'm sure Robbie is since it is his handy work. I just can't wait until it's done. I'll be finding reasons to be sitting at it. Maybe, just maybe, I'll even update my blog more often. Holy cow, hold on to your socks, what a thought.

My car is a Korean piece of crap! It's an embarrassment to drive on the highway. I can't run the air conditioning while I'm shifting because it makes this loud sssshhhhing noise and everyone looks at me like I did it on purpse and then, just when I get to speed - it cuts out really bad, the engine light blinks on and off and it slows down to an annoying crawl making everyone behind me flip me the finger and honk. I've learned to just smile and wave like it's an everyday occurence to be going 20 mph down a major highway. Which, if you think about it logically, it IS becoming an everyday occurence. I need to visit the lottery god. Someone take pity on me and buy me a Monte Carlo. And never, never, never buy foreign. Maybe I should pour some rice and soy sauce in the gas tank and see what happens. For crying in a bucket, I'm a whinebag.

New England and Jacksonville are tied 3-3. I think I'm going to go veg upon the couch and watch the men in tights play football. Just too bad it's not Brett Favre.
Goodnight blog. You've been pre-empted for tight pants and testosterone.

So maybe I felt my last blob was a free ticket to not update for awhile. At least those of you who actually read this realize I'm incredibly busy. At the moment we are eating dinner, watching a movie as a family and I'm am trying to "blob". So this will be short.

Lizzie has been sick and I had to miss 2 more days of work. I know this upsets my boss/coworkers but what am I to do? Leave her home by herself or, wait, better yet, with Sam? Oh no, hell no.

Ok, I am done now. I have so much more to say, but my T-Bone is calling my name and it is oh so much more important that blobbing. G'Nite, more in the morning.