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Effervescent Life

Blasphemy right?

The Bible was written for man. So is "I am the Alpha and the Omega" specific only to mankind? What about "Godkind"?

Humans by nature are born to navigate life, but what if "Gods" are "born" to create life ?

What if our God is just an Earth geek like some of us and our spouses are Runescape, WoW, and the SIMS geeks?

What if God's purpose in God "life" was to select a planet and experiment, develop, and oversee, it? It would kind of explain the obsessiveness in the Old Testament, and the break from that rigidity in the New testament wouldn't it?

Like maybe His "God parents" made him self censor due to all the violence and smoting, and eventually made Him get off his God couch and play outside. Encouraging him to make Earth as self sustaining as possible.

And you just know He's THE MAN in his peer group because look at the other planets in our solar system.

Dear Car Commercial,

I'm sure you thought that having a thin woman strip in elevator, revealing work-out clothes, to the tune of "Turn Me On" would be a big hit, but I know something you may find informative:

Woman know how to remove clothing, in the passengers seat of a car, while belted in. It's easy!

Considering, in the commercial they were driving from an urban area into the desert, I'm sure she would have had plenty of time to undress in the car - Giving you more time to show off the car.

You are welcome.

--Jac


Dear Craigslist Pet Posters,

I understand that when you first adopted your pet you may have done stuff like spay/nueter, did yearly check-ups and maintenance, bought supplies, and (gasp) food over the months or years you have had it, but the adoption fees many of you are asking for are ridiculous.

All those things that I just mentioned? Are things you do as a good pet owner. Don't act like I should be impressed by your dogs quality of life when it was nothing more than you should have been doing in the first place.

So unless your dog shits golden eggs, a fee similar to the local humane society is far more appropriate.

Don't even get me started on you people getting rid of purebred pets. In 4 years your dog wouldn't even watch the Westminster Dog Show, much less been able to participate. Get over it. After the puppy and mold able stages, unless your dog is shown regularly, papers and purity mean squat.

Lest you think I'm some bitter person in the market for an animal, I am not. I am a bitter person who likes looking at the adorable faces!

--Jac

Dear Kids,

Please sleep past 5:30am. Mommy is not a morning person. She is a night owl. It would be nice if you would both get that magic 12 hour mark the average child sleeps at your ages. It would make us all feel better in the morning!

Kisses,
Mommy

I remember when I was between the ages of 8-10 my parents went out for New Years Eve. They dropped us off at our Aunt's house where several other similarly aged cousins would be staying too.

There was about 8 of us being babysat by the younger sister and friend of our regular babysitter Peaches. Her name was Dawn. I don't remember the friends name.

I remember trying to comfort one of the younger cousins, and Dawn was not happy about it. She kept telling me I was making it worse, but I simply couldn't stand to see someone so miserable. (Later I read a babysitting d0's and don'ts, and I was doing everything right- IN YOUR FACE DAWN!)

So Dawn and I did not start off on the right foot.

A while into the night, I get called up into one of the bedrooms. Dawn points to an overturned cup of juice, and chides me for spilling it. I tell her that it is not my cup, and I did not spill it. Yes, we were all doing a conga line in the bedroom, but I did not spill the cup.

Dawn insists it was me, and demands that I clean up the mess. I refuse. Dawn and her friend again insist it was me because basically I was "the fat kid". Apparently in Dawn's world fat was synonymous with "bad, fault, and misbehave".

How did I know I didn't accidentally spill the drink?

See, when you're fat you incredibly sensitive about your body. You go to great strides NOT to be the clumsy oaf, the one invading peoples space, etc. You become sensitive to the tiniest details of your body. If I had hit that cup I would have known.

So I held my ground. Dawn and her friend then commence to yell at and ridicule me for being fat and clumsy in front of all my cousins and siblings. All of whom seemed to be as shocked as I was.

Yet, I still refused, while sobbing hysterically, to pick it up.

There tirade soon grew weary, and while I was briefly punished, I did not pick up that cup or clean the mess. At that point it was a battle of good vs. evil, and even at a young age I would be damned to let evil win.

Eventually our parents came to collect us, or maybe we stayed the night...

Some things fade to the background. Others haunt the recesses of your mind that you don't care to visit, but they always jump out of the closet eventually.

Being "the fat kid" was more uncomfortable than being the fat women could ever be thanks to people like her.

FTR, years and years later my little sister admitted that she had knocked over the cup, but that she was so afraid of what they would do to her, after they had reamed me, that she couldn't bring herself to admit it that night.

Will be to move my blog to my own hosting site. I already have the space so why not? I've already started working on it:
Effervescent Life!

Feel free to bookmark it as it shouldn't take longer than a couple of weeks to complete provided I don't break the coding somehow!

As much as I adore blogger I get lots of error messages, and commenting on other blogs has been hit or miss because of it. So once my new blog is fully functioning I will switch this blog to a regular blogger layout, and have it be read only!

I'm pretty excited about working on the new blog. It's been a long time since I edited code. I usually use a theme generator for blogger anymore!

Hope to see you at the new url soon!

Hope you have a good one!

I know I've been a bad blogger, but we've been a bit busy. I'll give you a rundown:

March 3rd we found out we got the house we wanted with a move in date of March 10th. A week away!

March 10th we moved in to discover that the laundry area did not infact fit a normal sized washer and dryer, or even stackable ones.

March 11th we had to have Rescue Rooter out to find out why our water was backing up. He assured us he had taken care of the problem when he left.

March 17th(ish) We finally got our washer hooked up after redoing some of the plumbing. Unfortunately the dryer must be hooked up in the UNATTACHED garage for now.

March 22nd we notice that the water is once again going down slowly. We scratch our heads and wonder if it is the main city sewer.

March 24th, first day we were able to do multiple loads of laundry back to back, unfortunately this causes the water to once again back up, into our bathroom, toilet, and INTO OUT BEDROOM. Rescue Rooter is again called, but they do not respond until March 26th. Which is fine as we had to move stuff out, suck up the water, and turn on multiple fans.
We are assured that whatever work that needs to be done will be done by the end of Monday.

March 26th (monday!)- We are informed that the owners are still processing bids, and this should take until end of the working day on Tue. They have rented us a room for the week at a nice hotel so we can shower.

March 28th - we are assured that someone will be there on Thursday to start and hopefully complete work on the crushed pipe provided it doesn't poor buckets(rain). BTW, It was a crushed pipe running from our house to the city sewer that was causing the back up.

March 29th - Complete! Woohoo! We now have working indoor plumbing! Time to do laundry, run the dishwasher, and shower in a familiar place! Woot.

Now you probably think that is enough water drama right? WRONG!

March 31st - Hot water valve on washer breaks flooding our bedroom AGAIN!

So here it is, April 4th, and we are just now starting to really settle in to the house. We have so much organizing to do. Not normal organizing. More like had to save, and find space for, our stuff from the flood twice organizing. Plus, doing laundry that came over dirty from the old place that simply hasn't gotten a spin in the washing machine yet because of everything else going on!

Sigh...It's going to be a long, hopefully uncomplicated, month!