wordless wednesday



neither of these suprise me

You Are Going to Hell

Going to hell is fine with you. You’re not sure if you even believe in hell.

And if there is a hell, it’s probably a pretty fun place! You rather be stuck with the troublemakers.

Life is short, so why wouldn’t you live it up? Being good is incredibly boring.

You’re not going to miss out on anything in life… even if you have to lie, steal, or cheat to get it.

You Are 92% Misanthropic

You are misanthropic to the point of being scary. In your view, people are a disease.
You may want to lighten up a little – before you become a super villain!

She is the puppetmaster

My sister and the princess are going away for a long weekend.  They are DC bound.  They leave tomorrow after the princess’ dance class (seriously  4 y/o ballet – way to cute for words).  I went over there today to play with the princess so my sister c0uld pack and get some other stuff done (I’m a good sister like that)

It was clean up time (it’s clean up time it’s clean up time, let’s put away our toys) I was helping the princess clean up when she says

Can we just snuggle a little because we are both so pretty

And that’s how you get out of clean up time

Living in my head is often fun

So Fred Flintsone drove a car made out of stone.

It had stone wheels and a stone frame


he used he feet to drive and often had a lot of people in the car

in this picture is Fred, Wilma, Barney, Betty Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm (poor Dino, has to run along side the car, although they did let him in during movies and put Pebbles on his head)

HOW FUCKING STRONG WAS FRED I mean really It’s a car made out of stone and he had four adults and 2 babies in the damn car. It’s made of stone.

He made it move by his feet.

That’s some strong feet and leg muscles he had going on there.

I don’t know what brought this on

I’m not afraid of death.  I’m not.  When I die, I’m dead and won’t know what is happening to the people I left behind – that’s not to say that I WANT to die.  I mean I know that when my grandparents passed away, we were a wreck, and I don’t want my family and friends like that. But what I’m saying is I know if something happens to a family member or friend, I know how I will be as “the one left” vs “the one gone”    Again   I don’t want to die, but I’m not afraid to.  But that doesn’t mean that I won’t be crying like a newborn if I am ever in a life or death situation. I am a wuss after all.

But once I’m gone, I’m gone.   When my sister was little she asked my mom what happens after you die.  My mom said You Rot.   Needless to say, religion was not a big part of my childhood.    I don’t not believe in God, but I don’t believe in him/her either.

I know that if I die, I will be thought of everyday by at least 5 or so people, hopefully others will think of me and say

Remember when Rachel did….

And that’s ok.

I know when something happens to a family or friend that is what I do.   We were talking the other day about my grandparents and things we use to do with them.

I had the grandmother who cooked all day

I had the grandmother who though ketchup was a main food staple (fyi, I HATE ketchup)

I had the grandfather who was loves sports and was strong and amazing

I had the grandfather who passed away when I was 15 months old and all I know about him is that he loved music.

I think about them a lot.  Not every minute of every day, but often.   When I see the kids and how NE loves baseball, – would he and grandpa have been the two who sat and watched sports together

Would the great grandparents have thought my nephews and niece were as funny and smart and fantastic as we do.  Would they smile and laugh the way we do when LN shouts out show tunes while sword fighting.

Would they laugh while listening to the princess giggle and would they have fallen in love with her the same way we all did from the first second we saw her picture.

It makes me wonder.

But I’m not afraid of dying.  I’m just not ready for it yet.  I have way to much living to do.

500th post

I have a great post in drafts for my 500th post here – it had links and special notices and all that crap, maybe I’ll do a 500* post (look, I made a sports reference)

I’m just dealing w/ everyday crap and some not everyday crap.

My doctor wants me to up my meds.  I’m hesitant and most likely won’t  maybe I’ll just start drinking during the day

Today is my dad’s birthday  HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY
today is 9 years in hell.

My mom is going for surgery on Tuesday. She broke her ankle again and needs to have pins insterted. I am gonna see her tomorrow.  It’s awesome that it’s Tuesday which in general is a BAD mental day for me to begin with.   I am just gonna keep my cell by my side and if they have a problem -fuck them

Me in abc order

A – Age: 38

B – Bed size: Queen

C – Chore You Hate: dishes

D – Dad’s Name: daddy

E – Essential Start Your Day Item: caffeine   usually soda since I don’t like coffee

F – Favorite Actor: Neil Patrick Harris

G – Gold or Silver: Gold

H – Height: 5’4″ but I tell people 5’4 1/2

I – Instrument (s) you play: does the belly of a 4 year old count

J – Job Title: minion in hell

K – Kid(s): none

L – Like: a lot of things

M – Mom’s Name: mommy

N – Nickname: Rachel

O – Overnight Hospital Stay Other Than Birth: meningitis when I was 7 months old

P – Pet Peeve: stupid people

Q – Quote that you like: Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw

R – Righty or Lefty: righty

S – Siblings: two  older

T – Time You Wake Up: to fucking early

U – Useful tool: hammer

V – Vegetable that you dislike: brussel sprouts

W – Ways you run late: the computer distracts me in the morning

X – X-rays You’ve Had: teeth, shoulder, ankle

Y – Yummy Foods You Make: pasta, stuffed mushrooms and some other stuff

Z – Zodiac: Libra.