What not to Talk about at Parties...Politics, Religion & Fart Missiles

I suppose my questioning why gov.bc.ca in an open forum has worked; they didn't reply back, nor have they been back since.

Now, I'm not some sort of paranoid freaktoid, thinking Big Brother is watching, but I certainly do see some red flags as to why someone, obviously employed by the government of British Columbia, would find interest in my itsy-bitsy blog, better yet, use MY TAX DOLLARS to peruse it, utilizing government time and resources.

Let's face it, we all tend to drift away from our business tasks at hand and may possibly end up at poker.net or whatever, and if this government employee is here just for the fun of it, then okay, let's create a secret code between us...something cool, like Red October, Red October, halt or we will shoot.

I love that movie!

We watched LIVE FREE or DIE HARD over the weekend, you know ...Bruce Willis, Yippee Ki Yay Bruce Willis...if you're into crazy, high tech stunts, well...this movie rocks....it's non-stop action with dangerous stunts after stunts. Believe you me, get this one on video now...it's better than all the other Die Hard movies.

Now what else, oh yeah....an old friend contacted me via Facebook the other day, which was a pleasant surprise. Except I accidentally "DENIED" her being a 'Friend' because I am not at all familiar with Facebook. After figuring out my mistake, I requested her to be 'my friend'. And she accepted me, so I learned all about her today, about her kids...some who are now married, or teaching English in Korea, a nice history to catch up on. She mentioned in her comment how I taught her to "fight back" and how she does that now and how interesting life turns out.
I emailed her back telling her I didn't recall this, but as I sat typing that message, I kinda' made a connection, I've always been a fighter and didn't realize it.

What I wanted to tell her, but didn't, was what she taught me...how to light fart missiles....lay on the ground, spread your legs open, flick a lighter at your blow hole, and FART....and WHOOSH, a flame shoots out of your ass.

It was such a nice day today, as hubby strung more lights on the house, but then, of course, fucktard neighbour had to come over to COMPLAIN. This time it was about a Wonder Bread Sandwich Plastic wrapper that had wondered onto to her driveway last Tuesday. "You buy another plastic garbage bin...I don't like your sandwich bag on my driveway...etc etc." Good thing I was inside taking a pee. Else, you know...she knows my bladder habits all too well.

Hubby just smiled back, ignoring her and kept stringing lights because we know this pisses her off...because her house has none.
She'll probably put some lights up on bushes two days before Christmas, like last year, or the year before.

They like to talk the talk about how Christian they are, yet we all know it's more like, CHEAP CHRISTIANS, envious of their neighbours...and who knows what other sins they commit day in and day out...envy, pride, sloth....WRATH. Yes, it's a constant WRATH with that nutcase.

Sabrina attended a Low Vision Clinic last Friday. I wasn't there, it's something that inhibits her daddy from sleeping well at nights. It seems wherever we go, doctors upon specialists want to see what Stargardt's looks like....as they drop the burning solution in her eyes. Test upon test and finally they present her with equipment she needs to SEE, a monocular...a very expensive piece of equipment. At least now, she can cross the crosswalk without being hit by a car. They gave her a bunch of other stuff, too, but right now I'm more interested in the friends she's been bringing home lately. I overheard one statement: "sex is better when you're sober"....so, once I finally get my kid alone, we'll be having a BIG talk.

Cousin Phil came over Saturday. He apologized. I apologized, sort of. So it's the end of that. I hate fighting with words...I'm just too good at swears. It's better live!