And so...

Don't ask me how, but I totally forgot The Walking Dead was on last night. ??? Eh? I guess with that stupid Amazing Race and Once Upon A Time, I got distracted. Oh, and I finally finished my pompom Christmas wreath. I feel so accomplished and so brainless at the same damn time!! grrr-- arrrrrg!!

Also Hell on Wheels. Helen Wheels? No, Hell on Wheels. It was pretty good, but that main guy needs to stop mumbling. Were you in Meridian, Mississippi?? Why.. no, no I wasn't. Why do you ask? o_O

And they KILLED OFF CAPTAIN STOTTLEMEYER!!! He could have been a great protagonist... well, he was doing a great job. Why kill him?? WHY??!!! I'd have watched just for him... he might have been the only one to watch it for. I have no idea who the main guy is!!

I got to see all the missing shows On Demand, so there is that. And boy I need some sort of... system. A system or someplace to write down tv schedules and when things come on, etc. Something... Can't remember what it's called. Hmmm...

Eh, I'll stick it all up on a Sticky Post it thing, right in the middle of my desktop... on Robert's forehead. ;)

And I wonder if the Major knew that surveyor that died. Hmmm...

And the days go by...

I don't think the water will hold me up...
What??

Oh. I have a splitting headache that I fear might be orthodontically influenced. But I don't know. I can't chew on the left side of my mouth. But I also get pain when I'm not eating or even moving my jaw at all. Weird!! Pain killers don't work. I can touch my tongue to my teeth without a problem. So... I'm just generally confused. I don't want to go to the dentist. Dentists cost money. I have no money. Seriously. None.

I almost felt accomplished the other day.
The deadbolt on the front door broke. Don't know how. Perhaps I don't know my own strength? I was mad at this woman that keeps coming around begging for stuff. The other night (when the deadbolt died) she wanted 'a glass of ice cold water'. Now, not just 'please, can I have some water?'. No. It was demanding 'a glass of ice cold water'. Now this lady had been by before. I think this might be her fourth time around. Last week she wanted some money to buy some rice and beans. Well... mom GAVE her a 1 pound bag of rice and a can of beans. But she still wanted money, not the food. Makes me wonder...

Anyway... she'd been by before that and mom gave her money. And I think this bitch was here a year or two ago. Again wanting water. She'd just got out of the hospital and boohoo she's diabetic and needed water. So I gave her a glass. She holds it up and looks at it, sees the tiny bubbles and questions me about it. I should have taken it back and told her to go screw herself. Then she asked for a cigarette. She saw my dad's ashtray outside... tried to beg one off me. I told her I don't smoke... she didn't believe me and stomped off indignantly. Whatever. Good riddance...

So she came back begging for ice cold water... I shoved a little bottle of Zephyr Hills at her. She whined that it wasn't cold. I said nothing and closed the door. She bitched all the way out to the street... and the deadbolt broke...

We installed a new one... okay... I installed a new one with a little help from mom... it wasn't too hard, but damnit, mom doesn't take direction very well.... HOLD THE DOOR STILL!!!!

Why?

Why do I procrastinate so much? I need to get my bedroom in order. I need to dust. I need to pack things away. If I'm eager to move, why isn't everything in boxes?

I have  ton of crafting stuff I hardly ever use. I could box that up and shove it into my closet. I have other things I use often and they need to be pulled out of their boxes.

I just don't understand myself. I'd rather fight with things than get things done.

But I did clean off some of my old Beanie Babies and get them into a box today.

So... yeah.... There is that...

Oh! Look! It's a Knepper!! Baby Robert!

A product review... sort of?

Okay, let me say I'm not getting paid for this review, and Yoplait had better be GLAD they didn't pay me because this isn't gonna be good for them...

So recently I went to the grocery store and thought I would try some random brand of Greek yogurt that EVERY yogurt maker has now. It's gotten so bad that two new brands have popped up. Oinkos and something else... chabata or chiamini or something, I can't remember.

Anyway, I thought I would try the Yoplait because it was cheaper than the others and I do like the taste of Yoplait, in general.
The store only had blueberry and honey vanilla. Well... I like blueberry yogurt. Yum! And I figured... Honey is a good flavor, so is vanilla. You can't go wrong with vanilla, right?

WRONG!! OH SO WRONG!!!

I tried the honey vanilla first. It was disgusting! It was like eating a dirty gym sock soaked in buttermilk and dipped in rotten egg.

This stuff was so vile I almost puked. I had the nasty aftertaste in my mouth even after I had brushed my teeth and tongue. Vile!

I would rather have eaten liver.

I hate liver.

And lima beans.

I like liver better than lima beans.

I like them both better than this honey vanilla greek puke.

So tonight... er this morning I thought I would go for the blueberry. I thought maybe the gross out taste of the honey vanilla was because I'd never had honey flavored yogurt before.

Oh how wrong I was!!!

There was an okay blueberry taste to this. However... the gross Greekiness of the previous flavor was still there! So I can't blame the honey flavor. It's completely the yogurt.

I only had three bites of this before I couldn't swallow anymore. It was just too vile. I still have the aftertaste in my mouth. I'm still scarred!!

Now, let me also say this...

I do like yogurt.

In fact, I love yogurt. Fruit on the bottom. Fruit not on the bottom. Put some nuts in it. Or cereal. Or eat it plain.

When I was a kid, the cherry was always my favorite. Kids don't generally eat yogurt! But I did! This was before that gogurt squeezy stuff and the Trix put spinkles on it, this was 70's plain, eat it because I said so and I'm your mother! Yogurt. So I am not biased against all yogurt. Just this... ancient Greek fermented semen and buttermilk combo.

Yoplait... I still love you... Just not your Greek. Please fire him, immediately!!

K. Thanks. Bai!!


Jen <3

Well then...

So Mom has made the final payment on the car. It is hers, finally.

I've pointed my finger up at the sky and glared at God...
I've pointed my finger down at Satan...
I've pointed my finger at Jinx and Loki...
All those mischief makers are on notice. I've told them ALL I know their tricks.


(I'm not implying God is a mischief maker... however he does allow a lot of crap to happen to mom and me. And frankly, I'm tired of it.)(We've prayed long and hard about stuff, and so far so good.) (I had to add that in case God thinks I'm an ungrateful brat.) (Not that God is reading my blog.)

We need to sell the house! We need to clean the place up! We need to do the bankruptcy thing because dad credit carded us into way too much debt. Anybody wanna buy a dvd??

I'm in under the gun, so it's okay. Late for cake, but okay.
Today is Robert Knepper's bday! So I made a cake... My mother eated it, apparently...
Cake. It's a Funfetti cake. It was a half batch in a tiny box for a dollar at Kmart! Dollar cake, sorry Mr. Knepper... It really wasn't intended to be a birthday cake, but it was there... 

Here's the frosting. Looks like crap, but tastes good. The dark part underneath is the mixed butter, sugar and vanilla. The white stuff on top is more confectioner's sugar. I had to darken the photo a little so you could see what's in the bowl.

Okay, here it is. I didn't want to take it out of the pan. We don't have any square plates, so this is a white trash birthday, I reckon. Also... no candles.

Here is the birthday boy in 'gonk' form. If you don't know what a gonk is, I suggest you visit wikipedia and give it a look. No, a gonk is not a Star Wars robot, not in this case. These gonks are much cuter... ;) Oh, see who is peeking over Robert's shoulder? Even my mom got that one. She laughed.

Ah, here's the birthday boy with his cake. I think he was going for the frosting!

Here he is with the first bite of cake. He looks a little stunned. Perhaps because it's so good? 

And here is the cake thief, thieving the cake.

I also made brownies and mom was moaning by the time she'd had two bites of cake.

Also... Robert was dressed as T-Bag for the evening's festivities. You can't see his blue pants. Also... barefooted. :p

Someday I will have a full body shot of wee Robert so you can see his whole cuteness. (I do realize it doesn't look a whole lot like the real person. It's a doll for cryin' out loud. Gonks aren't supposed to be the most detailed, that's why they're so charming. :p)

Well...

Well, I got nothing. I guess a rousing round of 'Happy 4th of July' or 'Happy Independence day America'. But I'm just not into it. We didn't do anything this year. Usually we get out the little grill and Dad does the charcoal. But this year Dad just wasn't around to do that for us. First holiday without him. It's just waaaay too fresh.