Blog Things

Husbands at work and I'm bored so I thought I would do some blog things. Look what i learned about myself...

Your Power Level is: 80%

You're a very powerful person, and you know that all of your power comes from within. Keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll reach your goals.

How Powerful Are You?

Grrr. Watch out, I may flex my muscles here.

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Greasy Executor of Sacrifices. Where You Lived: North Africa. How You Died: Dysentery.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Uh, greasy? Not so much. But I'm a nurse...we know sacrifice. Shit! I hate those ass-sponge trots!!!

You Are Best Described By...

Landscape With Butterflies By Salvador Dali

What Famous Work of Art Are You?

Aren't butterflies so pretty? *blink*

Your Deadly Sins

Greed: 40%

Lust: 40%

Gluttony: 20%

Pride: 20%

Sloth: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Envy: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23%

You'll die in a shuttle crash, on your way to your resort on the moon.

How Sinful Are You?

Ha, Shuttle crash my @$$, I don't even like to fly.

You Are 24% Lady

You tend to make up your rules of etiquette, throwing all conventions aside. And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking.

Are You A Lady?

Huh. I guess I'm more of a minx than I thought.

You Are Super Spicy

You're a little bit crazy, a little bit naughty, and a whole lot of sexy. You go beyond hot - you set people's senses on fire!

Are You Hot?

Are you seeing a trend here?

I'm a Sagittarius

I am a Sagittarius.
(Also known as "Archer")
My Horroscope starts like this:
" Usually a Sagittarius will come off as a blissfully happy idiot. In most cases, this first impression will prove accurate. His moronic enthusiasm cannot be dampened by anything - not even by a cinder block falling on his head. " (Read more | Find yours)

9/11

Remembering 9/11

Apologies

So Tom Cruise finally apologized to Brook Shields for his criticism of her using anti-depressants. Mel Gibson apologized to the officers for his belligerent behavior. Even Forbes apologized for their outrageous article about men not marrying career women. In honor of all the apologies lately. I have thought of some things for which I would like an apology.

Here are some heinous romance covers for starters.





Why yes, those are pink pompoms in my hair. They're all the rage! I think he's wearing more eye shadow than she is and god please save me from that random fire coming out of her ass. Did I mention his Adam's family hair. And where is her left leg? It's freaking me out.



Where to start? All that eyeshadow makes her look likes she going to hurl or maybe it's just Fabio. I know he makes me want to spew. I totally don't understand the shirt tucked into the over-sized belt. "Ooh wait, let me tuck in my billowing unbuttoned shirt!" Just take the damn thing off or button up dumb ass.



Look at her ostrich neck...Jeez, circus freak. "Hey big boy I'll show you some sword swallowing."



Uhh, Is he crying? Is it because his head is on his right shoulder? Damn that's creepy. I think he's missing his fingertips too.



"Hey dessicated zombie guy, I'm your weeping willow oasis.. save me from the desert electrical storm thingy."



Two words...Man titty!

What I'm reading now.

I'm reading New Moon. This is the second book of a series written by Stephenie Meyer. I absolutely loved, loved, loved the first book, Twilight. (I really hate to gush like that!) Twilight lulls you into believing it's very much a human story even though some of the characters are vampires. The story is very slow paced but I listened to it while I was moving so I didn't mind. Twilight's new kid in school premise takes a turn when Bella, the narrator finds that her school is inhabited by strange enigmatic vampires. The story is gripping and doesn't let you go until the somewhat bittersweet end. Stephenie's got her work cut out for herself because I don't know if this second book can compete with the first.

One of my favorite moments in Twilight: Softly he brushed my cheek, then held my face between his marble hands. 'Be very still,' he whispered, as if I wasn't already frozen. Slowly, never moving his eyes from mine, he leaned toward me. Then abruptly, but very gently, he rested his cold cheek against the hollow at the base of my throat."