September12011
Mother
So for some of you you who know my mother you might find this humorous….others this is just my typical awesome mom.
We have a laptop computer which is not hooked up to a printer……mom doesn’t quite understand all of this stuff yet. So one day mom is sitting upstairs in her rocking chair and apron trying to get stuff to print, it didn’t work. I walk in the door after an 8 hour shift at work and mom asks me ” Norah I have been trying to print some things all day! It just wont print will you fix it for me?” so then I proceed and ask my mother ” Mom did you have the laptop plugged in?” mom: “oh OOPS! I didn’t know you had to do that!”
So now I am sitting at my computer with it plugged into the computer as it continues to print off all of mom papers. SO far we have 30 sheets and it is still going!!!!!!
I just really love my mom she puts some comical relief into an ordinary day.
August182011
March192011
People who think Depression is a choice, take a second to think. How would it feel to wake up and not have the emotional strength to face people. To think that time is just passing by with no real reason. To feel so alone even when you are sitting in a room full of people. To have to put on a face and hide your feelings because no one would care anyway. To lose friends because you can’t find the strength to go out and you can’t physically be ‘happy’. To cry yourself to sleep, hoping you wouldn’t wake up then when you do you are exhausted from the night before, and it all starts again. You try to hide your feelings hoping no one would notice and if you slip up all you get called is attention seeking and ‘emo’. Now tell me why someone would choose that? Depression is an illness, not a choice.
remember this
This is really not a choice.
(Source: destruirse)
Reblogged from and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
March142011
February232011
Con’s headed back to the Middle East to do another show with these guys! I’m just hoping things calm down in Bahrain before he gets there!
February172011
If there were words for this…..I would say them With so much emotion behind them.
Frustration……how to describe it……….nope. Not going to happen. At least not tonight.
February52011
This post is dedicated to Amy Havlat! If she could only see it! So many good awkward laughs while reading this list.
THE POOPIE LIST
THE CROWD PLEASER: This is so intriguing in size and/or appearance that you have to show it to someone before flushing.
THE MOOD ENHANCER: This occurs after a lengthy period of constipation, thereby allowing you to be your old self again.
THE RITUAL: This occurs at the same time each day and is accomplished with the aid of a newspaper.
THE GUINNESS BOOK OF RECORDS POOPIE: So noteworthy it should be recorded for future generations.
THE AFTERSHOCK: This has an odor so powerful than anyone entering the vicinity within the next 7 hours is affected.
THE HONEYMOON’S OVER: This is any shit created in the presence of another person.
THE GROANER: A shit so huge it cannot exit without vocal assistance.
THE FLOATER: Characterized by its floatability, this shit has been known to resurface after many flushings.
THE RANGER: A dump which refuses to let go. It is usually necessary to engage in a rocking or bouncing motion, but quite often the only solution is to push it away with a small piece of toilet paper.
THE PHANTOM: This appears in the toilet mysteriously and no one will admit to putting it there.
THE PEEK-A-BOO: Now you see it, now you don’t. This shit is playing games with you. Requires patience and muscle control.
THE BOMBSHELL: A shit that comes as a complete surprise at a time that is either inappropriate to shit (i.e., during lovemaking or a root canal) or you are nowhere near shitting facilities.
THE SNAKE CHARMER: A long skinny shit which has managed to coil itself into a frightening position — usually harmless.
THE OLYMPIC POOPIE: This occurs exactly one hour prior to the start of any competitive event in which you are entered and bears a close resemblance to the Drinker’s Shit.
THE BACK-TO-NATURE POOPIE: This may be of any variety but is always deposited either in the woods or while hiding behind the passenger side of your car.
THE PEBBLES-FROM-HEAVEN POOPIE: An adorable collection of small turds in a cluster, often a gift from God when you actually CAN’T shit.
PREMEDITATED POOPIE: Laxative induced. Doesn’t count.
SHITZOPHERENIA: Fear of shitting — can be fatal!
ENERGIZER vs DURACELL: Also known as a “Still Going” shit.
THE POWER DUMP: The kind that comes out so fast, you barely get your pants down when you’re done.
THE LIQUID PLUMBER: This kind of shit is so big it plugs up the toilet and it overflows all over the floor (You should have followed the advice from the Lincoln Log Shit).
THE “I THINK I’M GIVING BIRTH THROUGH MY ASSHOLE” POOPIE: Similar to the Lincoln Log and The Spinal Tap Shits. The shape and size of the turd resembles a tall boy beer can. Vacuous air space remains in the rectum for some time afterwards.
THE PORRIDGE POOPIE: The type that comes out like toothpaste, and just keeps on coming. You have two choices: (a) flush and keep gong, or (b) risk it piling up to your butt while you sit there helpless.
THE “I’M GOING TO CHEW MY FOOD BETTER” POOPIE: When the bag of Dorritos you ate last night lacerates the insides of your rectum on the way out in the morning.
THE “I THINK I’M TURNING INTO A BUNNY” POOPIE: When you drop lots of cute, little round ones that look like marbles and make tiny splashing sounds when they hit the water.
THE “WHAT THE HELL DIED IN HERE?” POOPIE: Also sometimes referred to as The Toxic Dump. Of course you don’t warn anyone of the poisonous bathroom odor. Instead, you stand innocently near the door and enjoy the show as they run out gagging and gasping for air.
THE “I JUST KNOW THERE’S A TURD STILL DANGLING THERE” POOPIE: Where you just sit there patiently and wait for the last cling-on to drop off because if you wipe now, it’s going to smear all over the place.
THE PERFECT POOPIE: Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect dump, it’s rare, but a thing of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with the splashless grace of an expert diver. But that’s not the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you are in perfect harmony with it.
THE BEER POOPIE: Talk about nasty dumps. Depending on the dumper’s tolerance, the beer dump is the end result of too many beers. It could have been 2 or 22, it doesn’t matter. What you get is a sinister, lengthy, noisy dump accompanied by a malevolent fog that could close a bathroom for days.
THE CHILI POOPIE: Hot when it goes in, and rocket fuel when it leaves. The chili poopie stays with you all day, making your tush feel like a heat shield.
THE CABLE POOPIE: Long, curly and perfectly formed like 2 feet of E13 telephone CO-axial cable. It loops lazily around the bowl, like a friendly serpent. You wonder admiringly, “DID I DO THAT? Where did it come from?” you leave the bathroom pleased with yourself.
THE LATRINE POOPIE: In case you didn’t know, a latrine is a hole in the ground with a tent around it where soldiers, boy scouts and flies go to dump.Tip: Don’t ever, ever look in the hole.
THE MONA LISA POOPIE: This is the masterpiece of dumps. It’s as perfectly formed as it can be. Delicate and slender with intricacies that would make da Vinci weep. And just think, you made it yourself. You may even want to break out the Polaroid, but maybe that’s going a bit too far.
THE EMPTY ROLL POOPIE: You’re done…you reach for the toilet paper only to discover that empty cardboard cylinder. A mild panic begins coldly in your throat. You could use the curtains…no, someone would say “Where are the curtains?” Then what would you say? The rug?…too cumbersome.Then you must come to the same conclusion that every “empty roll dumper” must face…Pull up your slacks, tighten your tush and wriggle yourself to the nearest full roll.
THE SPLASH BACK POOPIE: You send the dump on its way, it drops like a depth charge into the bowl creating a column of cold bowl water that washes your bottom with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you’re wet and embarrassed. Tip: Blot instead of wiping.
THE ABORTED POOPIE: You are in mid-dump when the phone rings. What do you do? ABORT! Pinch it off, go for the phone, and save the rest for later. It isn’t pretty, but you’ve gotta do what you gotta do.
THE ALFRESCO POOPIE: Everyone has had to go outdoors from time to time. This can be a rather pleasant experience really. The open air, the nature, and a good bush all contribute to the peaceful ambiance that our primitive forefathers must have enjoyed. What can screw up this harmonious interlude is a troop of brownies or a patch of poison ivy.
THE CHILDBIRTH POOPIE: This is a dump that is simply too big to go through the aperture provided by nature for the purpose. You sit there, thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts, and it isn’t going to get any better. You wonder if you’ll ever see your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming “Man dies trying to hatch monster loaf”. You realize you’ll have to resolve the crisis before you can leave the bathroom. Basically there are only three things you can do:
1. Scream
2. Call an Obstetrician
3. Hope like hell have enough Vaseline to get you through it.
THE TIJUANA TROT POOPIE: The phrase “Shit Happens” really applies here in a big way. When the ice in your tainted margarita makes contact with your lower intestinal tract, the fun begins. For the next 72 hours you’d be better off if you carried your own portable toilet with you because you will spend most of that time on the pot and the rest of the time in a fetal position. Now you realize why Mexico never had a navy.
THE MACHINE GUN POOPIE: You’re just sitting there in a state of sublime peace when all of a sudden you emit a group of noisy gassy bursts that break the silence like machine gun fire. The guy in the next stall hits the floor like a combat veteran cradling his umbrella like an M16…damn commies.
THE SOUND EFFECT POOPIE: You feel a noisy one coming on. Relatives, friends or work mates are within earshot, so you must employ some clever techniques to cover the disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is obviously very important here. At the precise moment of release, try the following sound effects:
1. Flush the toilet
2. Sing the first two stanzas of your national anthem
3. Drop a handful of quarters on the floor
THE SECURITY POOPIE: You have enough on your mind when you’re in the bathroom without worrying about a lockless door and someone bursting in to find you in mid-dump mode. So how can you prevent this embarrassing spectacle from taking place? One way is to strategically place your foot against the door. If you can’t reach to do this… hum loudly.
THE CLING-ON POOPIE: For the most part you’ve completed your dump, but there’s one little morsel that refuses to drop off. You’re getting impatient. Someone else wants to use your stall. So, you grip the seat with both hands and wriggle, twist and pump but that last little stubborn piece just hangs there, suspended, clinging like a canned peach between you and the bowl water. Maybe the person pounding impatiently on the door has scissors.
THE HOUDINI POOPIE: You go, then you stand up to flush, and the darn thing has disappeared. Where’d it go? Did it creep down the pipe? Did you dream the whole thing? Is it lurking out of sight? Should you wipe…maybe you should just to make sure you went. Should you flush? you’d better, because if you don’t, you know it will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in.
THE FLUE POOPIE: You feel so bad that you don’t know which end of you to put down first. You have roaring cramps, so you sit down. Then a wave of nausea rolls over you like a cold fog, so you stand up and cramps squeeze your intestines like a vice so you sit down again…up down up down. Don’t you wish Mom were close by?
THE PORTA-POTTIE POOPIE: Construction workers and outdoor concert goers will tell you about going in a portable toilet. My best description would be, “Its like taking a shit in an upright coffin”. It’s claustrophobic and it smells bad…best advice: Go in a paper cup.
THE PROCTOLOGIST POOPIE: In the beginning, the lord created the earth, the sky and the firmament, but I hope he didn’t create this dump, because there is nothing biblical about it, you run out of gas. That’s right, you run out of propulsion. The dump is right there at the end of your barrel and refuses to go any further. You grunt, you squeeze, you wriggle but it just stays there like a lump of lead. You’ve only got two choices here. One is to squeeze the damn thing back up your intestine and wait until next time. The other is to pretend you’re a proctologist and go after it yourself. Not a pretty picture is it??
THE WHOLE ROLL POOPIE: No matter how much you wipe, it doesn’t seem to be enough. You blow the whole roll and you have to flush 25 times too. The whole episode is consumer waste.
THE GRAFFITI POOPIE: You flush the dump and the swirling motion of the receding bowl water forces the dump to the porcelain sides, scraping a creative squiggle on its way down. You flush again but the curly-Q hangs there…love it or leave it. It’s your choice.
THE ENCORE POOPIE: Ahhhh, you’re done, so you wipe, put yourself together, wash your hands and are about to vacate the bathroom when you feel another dump coming. You have to return for a curtain call. The world’s record is seven encores.
THE BORN AGAIN POOPIE: This is a dump that’s going so badly, you say “Lord, if I live through this, I’ll take up religion” you always get through it, but seldom keep the promise you made in desperation, because a born again dump is like childbirth …you forget the pain quickly.
GHOST POOPIE: The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.
CLEAN POOPIE: The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.
WET POOPIE: The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you won’t ruin them with stains.
SECOND WAVE POOPIE: This happens when you’re done poopie-ing and you’ve pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to poopie some more.
POP-A-VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOPIE: The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.
LINCOLN LOG POOPIE: The kind of poopie that is so huge you’re afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.
GASSY POOPIE: It’s so noisy, that everyone within earshot is giggling.
DRINKER’S POOPIE: The kind of poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It’s most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.
CORN POOPIE: Self explanatory.
GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOPIE POOPIE: The kind where you want to poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.
SPINAL TAP POOPIE: That’s where it hurts so badly coming out, you’d swear it was leaving you sideways.
WET CHEEKS POOPIE (The Power Dump): The kind that comes out so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.
THE DANGLING POOPIE: This poopie refuses to drop in the toilet even though you are done poopie-ing it. You just hope that a shake or two will cut it loose.
THE SURPRISE POOPIE: You’re not even at the toilet because you are sure you are about to fart, but *oops* —- a poopie!
January12011
I’m going to miss this man so much.
I’m praying for you. Stay safe bud.
You will always be a Criminal in my eyes.
xoxox Love, Maid
Reblogged from To Love & to be Loved.
December172010
What a day
1. Opening night party with Con.
2, free Breakfast
3. Starbucks
4.Mass at a beautiful church with Con and Marie!
5. Shopping with the aunties.
6.Witnessed a rescue of a man who jumped in the river It is amazing how it takes such an event to snap you back to reality.
7.Apple pie and the ice cream/ laugh our heads of atMCorimick_s and schmitts.
8. Back to the hotel for a relaxing night of movies and A warm delivered meal.
Chicago… You have taught me so much in just a day and a few hours. Also you give us so many opportunities to quote the movie Elf!!! (Which we all take full advantage of.
November162010
Counseling Theories and Techniques
First off I am really excited to tell someone I have officially Declared a Psychology as my major! I am really happy about this. Also I really want to be a High school guidance counselor so I would have to teach for 2 years, but that really wouldn’t be that bad. I register for my classes yesterday and the first one I am taking is called Counseling Theories and Techniques. You go to class for an hour then you are taken to a room and left there with a student or administrator who is acting like there is something wrong. You are in the room for about 30 minutes and you basically counsel then while taping yourself. Then you take the tape back to class analyze it and fix what you want to fix. This class basically shows you your techniques and and makes then stronger!! I AM SO EXCITED TO START THIS!!!!!!!!! I was talking to a friend yesterday and they got all excited and were calling me Ms. Creal….as in ” Hey guys I have to go to a meeting with Ms. Creal” So weird but exciting at the same time!!! AWWWWWW I’m almost positive this is why I was put here on this earth, to help others!!!!
