A Saturday Date with Lil Taz
On Saturday Lil Taz and I went to see The Corpse Bride. We arrived early enough to get our huge popcorn and bladder buster coke without having to rush. We walked into the theater and there was only 5 other people and that's the way it stayed.
The movie was great and full of dark humor...the animation was in-freakin'-credible. I just love Burton's work. Bride is on my DVD "Must Buy" list for sure.

It's Friday Night
and here I am watching a chatroom us regs call "G.O.". It used to be a fun chatroom. Actually, mornings used to be a blast. I would get to work 30 mins to an hour early every day just for "The Breakfast Club". Nights were alot of fun too IF you could get in. Alot of the time the room would be full and you'd have to keep trying and trying. Now if there's 15+ that's a pretty decent crowd.
After years of being a reg, chatting and watching the room I've decided that there are basically 5 different 'G.O. cliques'. This is probably true in every chat room...I dunno.

• The biddies/hens: Mostly chicks that thrive on bad things happening to someone else just so they can 'pet' them. They also gang up on other peeps that don't exactly meet up to their standards. This group is very huggy.
• The border collies: These were, again, mostly chicks who fawned over all the guys in the room. They would tell the guy how handsome he was even if he was THE ugliest, grossest, blechiest guy alive. (They wanted attention and didn't care how they had to get it or who they got it from) This group not only hugs but also smooches Cyber-sluts
• The ass-grabbers...need I say more?
• The quiet ones: Lurkers who just don't have alot to say.
• The Cool crowd: The other cliques don't particularly LIKE this crowd but the room would be painfully boring with us. We can clear a room of asses pretty fast especially if there's more than one of us. We hang together and tend to pick at each other ruthlessly. Which is OK if WE'RE doing it but not ok if someone else does. We say what we think and we have intelligent conversations amongst the mindless bs happening around us. Most of us actually do outdoorsy stuff too.

I'm still sitting here watching...and not one worthwhile statement has been typed except for mine here.

So I'm sitting here at work...
eating icecream and bored out of my mind. I've read all my fave blogs, "Stalkers" is slow and a person can only do so many jigsaw puzzles. By the way "Saw 2" comes out this week and I'm excited about it. The first one was kickass in case you haven't seen it...it would make a great movie to watch on Halloween. You'll love the ending. People in the audience actually gasped...awesome!
It's 52 degrees here but I'm freezing to death. (Could it be because of the icecream? Naaa) My friend text messaged me earlier to tell me that it was 73 in Florida. What they say is true...paybacks ARE a bitch. All summer I would inform them of our temps while they were melting. So now I'm getting paid back :Star Wars Episode III Revenge of the Sith will be released on DVD next Tuesday. WOOOHOOO I'm way excited. Lil Taz is excited too. My friend, Candy, and I took her to see the movie at "The Big Movies" when it was first released. I was almost afraid it would be too much for a 7 year old. I knew the movie was going to be dark because "Anni" became Darth Vader. I hadn't read the books so I had no idea WHY he went to the Dark Side. We all liked the movie, the popcorn was scrumptious and the "Bladder Buster" coke did it's job and had all 3 of us making a mad dash to the restroom as soon as the credits were rolling.

If you haven't seen the movie stop reading...

While we were in the Jeep on the way home Lil Taz said something that made me realize how 'grown up' she's becoming. It's been a while so these aren't exact words.
LT: Mom, Anni became bad after his dream so he could save Padame right?
Me: Yea darlin'
LT: Mom, Anni is the one that killed Padame
Me: No sweetie, she died after she had the twins
LT: Mom, Anni choked her
Me: I know but she didn't die right then
LT: Mom....I know that, Padame died from a broken heart. She loved him so much she just gave up.
Me: Speechless...
It's amazing how much a 7 year old can understand.

I love it when...
it's not ME that's wrong. Like I said before I'm a Graphic Designer and all of the stuff I design is for printed material.
Recently (I'm talkin' like maybe 2 weeks ago) we printed some high $ business cards for a company that is local. Today I was quietly sitting at my puter working and minding my own business when a customer walked in the door. As soon as I turned around I could tell he was extremely pissed off and loaded for bear. Evidently I look like "Boo-Boo" because as soon as I got to the counter he immediately started in on me. He tossed the box of business cards on the counter and said "These are wrong and unusable. They aren't any good to me." I wanted to say "HA! they aren't any good to me either" but I refrained. I asked him what the error was and he proceeded to tell me that his title was wrong. I can't repeat his exact words because after the first few words spewed out of his mouth I was seeing red. First off...if I mess up...I fess up, that's just how I am.
After a few minutes he demanded that I either show him where the proof was OK'd or that we print the cards again, with corrections, at no charge. This office isn't the most organized of offices but after a few minutes I found the signed proof with an OK to print. AHA!!! He then cursed some more and wanted to know WHO gave the OK. When I looked at the paper I immediately grinned like the Cheshire Cat. HE had signed the OK to print. HAHAHAHA I showed him the paper and he got very quiet. I couldn't help but show him that the original information that was given to me was in HIS handwriting. :) He tossed a card down with his corrections on it and told me to call him when they were ready to pick up. Just like that...no "I'm sorry I was an ass" or nothin'.
Just because he was such a jerk I'm going to add TWO extra charges to his bill...
1 - Type charge
2 - Pain in the Ass Jerk charge

Puppy Taz aka "Angel"
2 years ago this coming April we surprised Lil Taz with a puppy. We had 'outside' dogs in the past and we were ready to take the big step and get an 'inside' dog. We figured Lil Taz was 6 and that she could handle the responsiblity of feeding and watering a dog. At least she hadn't killed the fish yet, which was a GOOD sign right?

About 3 months before the big surprise I asked Lil Taz what kind of dog she wanted

Lil Taz: "One like Hooch"

Me: "Uhhh no darlin', we just got a new couch and a Hooch dog would eat it."

Lil Taz: "But Moooooooom"

I give "the look" not the same look us women give men when they do/say something wrong but the one that's reserved for our children.

Lil Taz exits room, lip puffed out, hands in pockets
Not even 5 minutes later...Mr. Taz enters the room

Mr. Taz: Hooch dogs are really cute pups.

OK, now how in the hell did he know we were talking about Hooch? I'll tell ya, Lil Taz TOLD. ON. ME! At 6 years old, kids have more than perfected the "if Mom says no go ask Daddy" bullchit. Hell they have it down pat by the time they can grunt "ugh" and do that grasping/releasing thingie with their hands.

Me: Yes, but they grow up to be really big slobbering, couch eating machines. Can you imagine how much FOOD those dogs require? (HA and he bitched about the Rottie and Chow we had)

Mr. Taz walks out of the room, hands in pockets.

Hooch, Hooch, Hooch is all I heard for about a month, not only from Lil Taz but from her father...the man that was supposed to take MY side in this battle. Then it happened...out of the blue Lil Taz walked up to me and got in my lap.

Lil Taz: "I love you"

Me: "I love you too" (on the outside but on the inside I was thinking.."What do you want?")

Lil Taz: "I reeeeeeeeeallly like Lola"

Me: "Who's Lola?"

Lil Taz: "Ozzy's dog"

Thinking to myself "Coooooooooooooool, this is MY child"

Needless to say after doing a bit of research we decided against an English Bulldog as our first inside dog. But Lola WILL be the next addition to the Taz family I just don't know when.

Then we saw THE dog...a Pug! Cute, wrinkly and perfect size. I got online and pulled up the AKC site and read the page on Pugs. AHA!!!! Perfect-o-mundo! I showed a Pug to Lil Taz, she fell in love. Then it hit me...our neighbors have a black pug Duuuuuuh.

I called around and found a breeder that had good references. The day I contacted her she asked us to bring Lil Taz and check out the newest litter. When we were loading in the truck Mr. Taz said "I don't like pugs" to which I replied..."So? It's not for you is it?"

Lil Taz had no idea what was going on until she picked up a puppy to hold and we asked her what she was going to name it. I'll never forget the smile on her face and the way she held "HER puppy", it was love at first sight. THEN she answered the name question...

Lil Taz: "Angel"

Me: OMG kiss of death. Please don't do it. Do NOT name her "Angel", I said all this on the inside...on the outside I said. ..."What an awesome name, I think it's perfect." UGHHHHHHHH

Never ever EVER name a dog/cat/critter OR child "Angel" Naming something that's alive Angel...is a curse.

A little about me...
Most people like to make their first post an introduction but I'm not like most people. So here we go...
I'm in my late 30's and married to a really cool guy. We've been married humpteen years (that's hillbilly for 13).
I enjoy spending time with Lil Taz and Mr. Taz. As you can tell from the pic I not only hunt but I look pretty hot in camo. I decided 10 years ago that if I was going to be able to see Mr. Taz during hunting season I better go along too. I deer hunt, turkey hunt and treerat hunt.
I'm a NASCAR fan and Kevin Harvick is my fave. I go to a way cool website for racing fans. I've met some really good people there...well not actually MET but you know what I mean. There's also some real jerks there but such is life. We talk about everything there from racing to what you drink in your coffee. Speaking of, I take mine black with sugar or just pick me up a Vanilla Cafe Latte from Starbucks® and I'm happy.
I'm a Graphic Designer which means I draw and design stuff for a living. It also means that I can surf the internet, chat, post ALL day and get paid for it.

This is Mr. Taz, handsome as hell ain't he? I met him when I was 17 so he tells everyone that he raised me. Some would say he did a damn good job and some would say he didn't do worth a chit. Depends on who I've pissed off I guess.
As I said before he hunts...alot. He killed this deer at a buddy's ranch in TX. Two thuds...the bullet hitting the deer and the deer hitting the ground. He placed 3rd in the Big Buck competition for whatever county he killed it in. He won another cooler wooohooo. Just what we needed.
He's not into NASCAR, I think his TV only gets hunting shows. I dunno why he sits there and watches them for hours because they all end the same way. Beats me. I also can't figure out why he watches that BBQ cookoff show. Don't get me wrong I LOVE BBQ but heck...you can SEE the BBQ on the show but you can't eat it or even smell it...so why bother?

(photo removed)This gorgeous Jeff Gordon fan is Lil Taz. She's the love of my life. She's been blaming Gordon's bad luck on me lately because I haven't had her favorite Jeffie shirt washed and ready to wear on raceday. My BAD. Altho just to show what a cool mom I am and how much I love her I bought her a Gordon satin jacket. Her favorite thing to do during a race is holler "MoooooM, Harvick hit the waaall" then she proceeds to laugh her rearend off. One of my best friends is also a Gordon fan and if I didn't know better I'd think he puts all this in her head.
This picture was taken when Gordon's showcar was in our hometown.
She's a brown-tip in Tae Kwon Do and if all goes well she'll be a black belt when she's 10. Which means she can kick ass. I feel sorry for any boy that gets on her BAD side. She's at the age now where boys are 'stinky'. Ahhhh life is GOOD.

Karma...
My new favorite show is "My Name Is Earl". What a great concept...do good and good things will happen to you.
Karma...
First time I heard that word was in art class when I was a Jr. in High School. There was a stuck in the 60's (I was in HS during the mid 80's) guy complete with peace signs and beads who used the word ALL the time. That along with "Bad Herbs". Bad Herbs is when you do something bad.
Up until I watched "My Name Is Earl" I had forgotten all about Karma. Go figure...maybe that's why my original post about this show dis-a-fuckin-peared when I tried to post it.
Back to Earl...
The jest of the show is that Earl won $100k on a lotto ticket and while celebrating got hit by a car and lost his ticket. While he was recouperating in the hospital he had plenty of time to think about all the bad things he had done in his life. He decided that karma was working against him and in order for him to have good karma he must make all these wrong things right sooo he made "The List". As he makes his wrongs right...he crosses them off the list one by one. Along the way some pretty hilarious stuff happens.
Earl is a hoot as well as his brother, his ex and her boyfriend. Here's a quote from his ex "Cigarettes don't grow on trees yanno". Now you can see just how classy this chick is.
All in all it's a great show...put it on your "Must See" list. Tuesday nights 9:00 on the peacock channel.

Powerball Day
Today is Powerball Day and it's up $340Mil. Pretty cool huh? I know one thing for sure, I ain't going to win it because I'm not buying a ticket. I have enough vices without adding spending $ every week on lotto. I smoke, I drink, I'm addicted to NASCAR and I curse. I think that's enough.

Blog Virgin...No More
OK, here I go...
This is my first entry in my brand new blog. I've been reading others and decided, just now, to take the plunge. I feel like this will be a GOOD thing for me. Here I can ramble on about things, sometimes stupid things and sometimes pretty important things at least to me. A friend once told me "writing your thoughts down is good therapy" I wonder if blogging counts....we'll see.