How to use your tax rebate!

How to use the rebate:

As you may have heard the Bush Administration said each and every one of us would now get a nice rebate. If we spend that money at Wal-Mart, all the money will go to China. If we spend it on gasoline it will all go to the Arabs, if we purchase a computer it will all go to India, if we purchase fruit and vegetables it will all go to Mexico, Honduras, and Guatemala, if we purchase a good car it will all go to Japan, if we purchase useless crap it will all go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy. We need to keep that money here in America, so the only way to keep that money here at home is to buy prostitutes and beer, since those are the only businesses still in the US.


P.S. I Love You

I just got done watching this movie and I can honestly say that I have never cried this much in a VERY LONG time! I really liked this movie, I had read the book shortly after the movie was put out in theaters and really enjoyed it so I thought why not add it to my DVD collection?

I think that all the characters in this movie did a phenominal job. Granted this is a movie but you can really tell how much Gerry Kennedy loved his wife and how badly he wanted her to “learn” how to live again after losing him.

If you haven’t seen it I recommend it. But to be on the safe side consider a box of kleenex also!


I’m sore today!

I am soooooooo sore today it’s not even funny! I worked out yesterday and I’m definately paying for it today! Does anybody have any suggestions that I can use to widdle my middle down? Basically any suggestions for the lower portion of my body are great!


Something I’m trying to do….

I am in the process of trying to lose a “few” pounds. On my other blog Making Me That “Skinny Bitch” I am involved with a 30 day challenge. Basically the challenge was pick an article of clothing that doesn’t fit and try your very best to get back into them in 30 days. I chose my favorite pair of 9/10 size jeans. They don’t fit right in the hips, thigh area and I’ve got some belly “buldge” issues going on. Basically I’m posting this here because I need some support to keep myself motivated and on the right path. Will you all be my “cheerleaders?”


Lizard Birth

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son’s lizard to the vet.

Here’s what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was “something wrong” with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. “He’s just lying there looking sick,” he told me. “I’m serious, Dad. Can you help?” I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. “Honey,” I called, “come look at the lizard!” “Oh, my gosh!” my wife exclaimed . “She’s having babies.” “What?” my son demanded. “But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!” I was equally outraged. “Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn’t want them to reproduce,” I said accusingly to my wife. “Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?” she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!) “No, but you were supposed to get two boys!” I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth). “Yeah, Bert and Ernie!” my son agreed. “Well, it’s just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,” she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!). By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. “Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,” I announced. “We’re about to witness the miracle of birth.” “Oh, gross!” they shrieked “Well, isn’ t THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?” my wife wanted to know. We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.. “We don’t appear to be making much progress,” I noted. “It’s breech,” my wife whispered, horrified. “Do something, Dad!” my son urged. “Okay, okay.” Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results. “Should I call 911?” my eldest daughter wanted to know. “Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.” (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?) “Let’s get Ernie to the vet,” I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. “Breathe, Ernie, breathe,” he urged. “I don’t think lizards do Lamaze,” hi s mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to thei r own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for G~d’s sake.). The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. “What do you think, Doc, a C-section?” I suggested scientifically. “Oh, very interesting,” he murmured. “Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?” I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. “Is Ernie going to be okay?” my wife asked. “Oh, perfectly,” the vet assured us. “This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn’t EVER going to happen. Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . .. um . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.” He blushed, glancing at my wife. We were silent, absorbing this. “So, Ern ie’s just . just . . excited,” my wife offered. “Exactly,” the vet replied , relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly. “What’s so funny?” I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face. “It’s just that . I’m picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . teeny little . ” She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more. “That’s enough,” I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay. “I know Ernie’s really thankful for what you did, Dad,” he told me. “Oh, you have NO idea,” my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard’s winkie: Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. — Lizards lay eggs!

I’ve been Tagged!

I’ve been tagged by Sassy over at the Sassy Southerner! The meme is called Crazy Eights, so here we go!

Here are the rules:
1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.

2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment on their blog and tell them they’ve been tagged, and to come back and read your blog for the whole story.

Here are my “Crazy Eights”

1. I am NOT a cat person. I just think that they are too “snotty” and “stuck up.”

2. I used to constantly be biting my finger nails.

3. I love to laugh so the majority of my vast movie collection is made up of comedies/romantic comedies.

4. I am a Grey’s Anatomy, Deadliest Catch, Dirty Jobs, Gene Simmons Family Jewel’s and 2 and a half men junkie. I don’t get to watch much tv due to sleeping all day and being up all night (TONS of infomercials) but I try to get each season on DVD so I can watch at my convenience.

5. I’m naturally a “dishwater” blonde, but I’ve been a “dishwater” blonde with red highlights, Platinum blonde (twice), a red head (three times), a brunette, a really dark red that bordered on brunette and currently I am a champange blonde with red and bleach blonde highlights. Basically I like to express myself with color.

6. I’ve never flown on an airplane before….My friend Ashley says that she’s gonna get me on a plane to New Mexico next PBR season though. Can hardly wait to cross that off my list of have not’s!

7. I am a fan of NASCAR, NFL Football (Packers and the Steelers), Wisconsin Badger football and Professional bullriding.

8. I LOVE cowboys! It’s a “problem” yes I know but there are worse things to be addicted to right?

I’m tagging:
Beth at Around the Funny Farm
Belle at The Devilish Southern Belle
Gina at Gina’s Public Diary
Meg at Lucchese to Louis Vuitton
Mercedes at Mercede’s World
Ranch Mommy at Ranch Family
Terri at Terri Terri Quite Contrary
Sharon at Hustle Hag

All I ask is that if you do play along let me know so I can go back to your blog and read your answers.



27 Dresses

I was pretty bored yesterday afternoon so I put the movie 27 Dresses into my DVD player and settled in to watch some quality home entertainment. I don’t know if anyone out there has seen this movie yet or not but I really enjoyed it. It is one of the better romantic comedies that I’ve seen recently.
Katherine Heigl was really good in this movie I thought. Trust me there is a reason why this movie is called 27 Dresses! I don’t want to say too much and give away the movie but if your looking for something to do this weekend consider seeing this movie.