A – Age: 29

B – Bed size: Queen

C – Chore You Hate: washing floors. No. sweeping floors, washing is better than sweeping

D – Dad’s Name: Don

E – Essential Start Your Day Item: That the letters P and M are following the numbers on the clock

F – Favorite Actor: Matt Damon – but only as he was in Eurotrip. he looks like a dick in every other movie I’ve ever seen him in.

G – Gold or Silver: White Gold

H – Height: 5?2?. Five foot one, but I scootched up a bit when the doctor measured me one time and then was able to convince him that his measurement of Five Foot One and a Quarter was close enough to two that maybe he could write down a two not a one. So, in reality, I am five one, on paper, I am five two. I like Five two better even though it does not help me reach the high shelves.

I – Instrument (s) you play: Keyboard. As in, on my laptop.

J – Job Title: Mom. Maid. Cook. Unemployed. lazy Bum. Any of them work.

K – Kid(s): three.no. Four. No, seven. Yeah. Seven. Parker, Blake, Logan, Micah, Smokey, Sammi & Tigger.

L – Like: Coffee. Internet. Chocolate. Hot Bubble baths. My husbands Ass

M – Mom’s Name: Sharon

N – Nickname:  Blue, Mom

O – Overnight Hospital Stay Other Than Birth: When I had eight pounds of boob chopped off, they kept me overnight.

P – Pet Peeve: Loud things. Not ALL loud things. I don’t mind loud voices or loud toys, but the TV bugs me. OMG does it bug me.

Q – Quote that you like:
“In the real world, as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems.”
Or
“Night has patterns that can be read; less by the living than by the dead.”

Both of which can be found in The Book Of Counted Sorrows

R – Righty or Lefty: Very Strong right. I have zero ability to do anything requiring fine motor skills with my left hand. I cannot hold a brush and brush my hair with my left hand. I cannot even hold a cigarette with my left hand and successfully get it to my mouth, I end up dropping it.

S – Siblings: I have an older sister and a younger brother.

T – Time You Wake Up: The very last possible moment.

U – Useful tool: Laptop. Coffee Pot. Camera

V – Vegetable that you dislike: I hate all cooked vegetables with the exception of potatoes. I love all vegetables, even potatoes, raw.

W – Ways you run late: I would rather be an hour early to a doctors appointment wand wait to be seen than be one minute late. If I am late it is directly becuase of my children or my husband. I like to leave early. very early for any appointment.

X – X-rays You’ve Had: Wrist (multiple times) chest, ankle.

Y – Yummy Foods You Make: Coffee. Butter smothered potatoes, chocolate Chip Brownies, .

Z – Zodiac: Cancer. My Birthday is July Second. If you are stumped for gift ideas, let me help.

I called the theater today and gave them a link to my post. Heh. I did it just for shits and giggles. And cus I was board. But then, some hot shot dude (Can you be a hot shot if you work at the El Cheapo Theater?) called me back and said that there was a pair of tickets to One Missed Call waiting for us and he was sorry for the inconvenience! I just about died laughing! I seriously enjoyed telling him that that Friday night was the last night (*sob*) me and hubs would be out, together, for the eight weeks because our baby sitters ditched us for Arizona and that his tickets were useless and no I would not remove a post that puts ME in a bad light, not them. For Christ Sake. I didn’t even NAME them!

Ahnnyway. Guess I’m not banned anymore. Oh Hey! Hubs brought home supper and an ice cream cake for Valentines so I didn’t have to cook. Now If only I could teach the dog to do dishes, I’d be set!

My ultrasound appointment, you ask? She flat out refused to give me a picture of Boob Baby Bekah AND they sprung a surprise mammogram on me. This is bad, becuase if you know in advance and avoid all caffeine, a mammogram causes a slight discomfort. But. If you don’t know it is coming and start drinking Java at six that morning, dammit, that shit hurts!

She said my Doc will have the results of both tests in the next 24 hours. Will do my best to keep you informed!

Yes, a person can be addicted to games. Here is a classic example of an addicted Gamer

As long as he has a game, be it one he has rented or one he has bought, I do not talk to him. I see only the back of his head and all I hear is swearing from him – directed at the characters on the television. You know, the ones who CANNOT FUCKING HEAR HIM!!

It’s kind of odd, this reluctance I have towards him owning another hand held game. I wanted to get him an iPod Touch for his birthday, which is more expensive than the PSP, but he argued that the PSP has more features. That the iPod is music based while the PSP is game based plus has the music. (actually, now that I think about it, the PSP would end up being more expensive becuase he would be renting/buying games for it)

I think it all boils down to the fact that we are all ignored when he has a new game to play. Until He has beaten the game, he exists in his own little world filled with animated characters killing randomly named creatures.

And yet, In the end, I know he will get it. After all, I always get what I want, so he should too.

right?

Are you trying to either speed up or slow down the coming holiday season with no success? With our new, soon to be patented miracle cure, we can make all your worries disapear. Simply overdose on this :

Cuteness. Overload. (*)

Fine print goes here

Cuteness Overload is not a registered trademark of Bluepaintred enterprises, nor is it soon to be patented. The fruit of my loins, looking cute enough to roast on a stick, however is a registered trademark of Egg&Sperm™ Productions. The moment he starts making enough money off his almost edible cuteness to buy me the audio racks I have been bugging Hubs about, mark my word, his ™ will be lazer’d off his chubby behind before you can blink and I will sell him to the highest bidder!

1) Post a note about a blogger you would like to see something wonderful happen for. Maybe one whose posts have touched your heart in one way or another. Include details as to why you admire them and what you wish for them. Be as supporting and affirming as you can.

In a recent Post, Mr.Fab touched me with his dorky acceptance of his unfortunate affliction known as early balding, and yet.. I often feel he is crying out for us to help him overcome that same baldness. This is especially telling when he talks of his bloglover Avitable, who has a hair problem of quite another variety. I often wake, Sweating and naked in the middle of the night , convinced I have the solution only to have it slip through my fingers. All I can recall of the dream is Avitable, scissors and a purple dildo. I’m positive that If I can figure this puzzle out, I can save Fab’s Poor naked head.

What I guess I am trying to say, is that If I had it in my power to make something wonderful happen to Fab, I would get off my ass, brush the cat and mail him a toupee. Wait. That is within my powers.. oops. I’m forgetting The Lazy again..nevermind

2) Post your favorite memory around selflessness, giving, or doing for others. Something that has actually changed you.

I feel that the most selfless thing I have ever done is allow three children to exit VIA my vagina. It has most definitely changed me ~ and not for the good. For example; each one left me with ten extra pounds to carry. Mostly on my ass. And the stretch marks.are only fun so long as the markers are washable. And the fact that the Local Scout troop now uses my Vagina for meetings? The only good that comes from that is the cookie crumbs left over for Hubs to enjoy.

Kids and Vagina’s are not a good mix. Learn from my mistake people.

3) As a postscript, name one thing you will actually do for someone in your life before December 31 that is born out of joy.

This.

This I did for my father. He has to give them to the people he works with – in such a way that it does not result in a pending sexual harassment suit against him -  It brought me joy and it better damn well bring him Joy when I give them to him tomorrow!

4) Tag 3 other bloggers who will play the game and find the spirit. Don’t forget to leave a comment on their blog so they continue to share the good feelings.

Uhm

You. and You. And YOU.

Also, In case anyone is interested, Our video for the Bed In A Box Commercial can be found here. The first person to mention how fat my ass looks gets golf balls thrown at their head. They say the camera adds ten pounds, and in this case, all ten went to my butt. In real life it looks nothing like that!

Pee Ess: Thanks for all your great Video Ideas!

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Today, December 15th, 2007, ten days before Christmas, Something big Happened at Casa Del Bluepaintred.

Sigh.

Let me back up a wee tiny bit. This morning Hubs and I went into the city! Awesome! 25 feet visibility! Fog And Snow! Yay! (We had shopping to do or no one was eating!) Along the way we stopped in at a gaming store and bought Ratchet and Clank and Sonic with some silver sonic dude for The Boys to give to Hubs for Christmas.

Hubs has been practicing his surprised face all afternoon.

When we got home, and the children returned from their sleepover at Nana and Papa’s I told them to go to my room so I could show them what I had bought for them to give Daddy. With the older ones in my room, Stuperman yelled I’M DOOOONE and just like that, I had a butt to wipe.

Walking back into my room, I could not help but notice the speed that Rainbow Man moved away from my closet. The closet holding all the gifts. You know. The ones from Santa. The ones in their distinctive Santa Wrapping Paper.

Sigh.

BlueBoy, who had been looking out my window while RM snooped, was sent out of the room, and Hubs was called in.

And thus, Ten days before Christmas, I made my son cry by explaining that there was no Santa. I feel we had no choice but to tell him. It was either explain the secret, or have him say “But. I saw that in your closet!” on Christmas Morning, and have him ruin the younger boys naivety.

But it still Sucks.

Shopping = awesome.

As you know, or SHOULD know, the twelfth of December is a very important day in my life. My Bff Kissy was born on that day. Normally I would put up a cutsey wootsie post about how much she means to me and how I would be lost without her and pleasedonteverleaveme, but instead of spending her birthday behind a monitor I actually ventured out of the house and saw her.

Its actually really hard to see her due to the 14 hour days she works – oh and the no days off thing, that sucks too. Whatever. She managed to get her birthday off so we went out on the town. And by that of course, I mean we went to Wal*mart.

I love Wal*Mart. I really really do.

Other than spending time with Bff Kissy, my mission, should I choose to accept it, and I did becuase it meant shopping, was to get the randomosities that fill up the childrens (and mine) Christmas Stockings.

I dunno how you all do your Stockings, but when I grew up, the staple of my stocking was Socks and underwear, and to this day, unless there is a special occasion (*wink*) I get new underwear the 25th of December and thats it.

Ahhhnyway. I picked up the cutest sock sets for the boys, Cars For Stuperman, TMNT For Blue Boy and Hot Wheels For the eldest, eight year old Rainbow Man – Who wants me to change his name to Dragon Master BTW.

I also Picked up the various packages of underwear. Well Two packages for me because I could not decide between the colors. I got The Bee Movie ones for Stuperman, And Spiderman Boxers for the Two older boys.

So the problem is this, interwebs : While waiting in line to pay, BFF Kissy started crawling up and down my spine and bashing my frontal lobe in about the fact I got Character socks and Underwear for Rainbow Man. She feels that at eight, he should be wearing plain undies and white (or black) socks.

Let me be very clear on the subject of socks for just a moment : No matter how fucking old you are, white socks or black socks have no place in your life. Socks should be fun, colorful and above all, when you look down, they should make you smile.

But What about the Spiderman Boxer Breifs? Is he really going to be embarrased to wear them? He’s eight! I have a feeling that when he and his buds are lined up at the urinals having pissing contests, they are ALL still wearing Spiderman, Super man And TMNT Underwear!

Bff Kissy asked me if I will still be buying him Character undies when he is 13. I told her that providing they came in his size, yes, I would.

(She feels that if he is wearing Character undies at 13 he will be too embarrassed to drop trou for a girl – this is not a bad thing! )

In any case, Interwebs ; I ask you this : Is eight too old for cute undies? Should I be buying black and white, with the odd navy blue? Is it really necessary for me to walk past the cute Optimus Prime and settle on the boring old pinstripe?

Miss Ann teased me with pictures of her Quality Control team (AKA – a fuzzy wuzzy kitteh) So I will do the same to all of you! – plus a post made up of pictures means I can go back to my heating pad and blankie a lot quicker!

I hadn’t even shaken my new blanket out when Tigger decided that the bag it came in would make her a great new home.

Seriously, She has spent most of the night in there!

Smokey Teh Pup is absolutly in love with my new blankie. Right now she is sprawled out so that she covers ever inch of it!

And my favorite quality control group? Mr. McNapper fell asleep within minutes of touching it! Its a magical Blankie dontcha know!

God I miss my blogger template.

So With the help of Nobody, and by that I mean he did all the work while I played bubble shooter, Bluepaintred is OFF blogger and onto wordpress.

Let’s see how this goes then, eh?