I am a little dazed right now by a skeleton that fell out of my moms closet.

I was at her house this weekend helping her sort out old family pictures and a picture fell to the floor and she grabbed it real quick and said "I'll tell you later". So later on her and I are in the kitchen and she hands me this picture of two young girls ( 8 and 5 approx. ) and says these are your half-sisters. I had to grab the counter. My what!!!!

So the man who I have been led to believe is my dad is not my dad. Well, he'll always be my dad but you know what I mean.

Apparently this other 'dad' knew about me so I'm not real enthusiastic about finding him!! The younger of the two sisters apparently died not long after I was born.

What do I do with this. Do I let it go. Do I try to find at least the sister. I know his name, her name, her moms name, the name of the company that he owned 30 years ago, where the mom and sister moved to after the younger sister died. If I do decide to search ... how do I go about it. What scary is that she ( the sister ) may not live far from me.

I feel pretty wierd about all this. I'm not angry with anyone. They did what they felt was best at the time and then as the years went by there was never a 'right' time to tell me.

Advice? Thoughts?

I remember many years ago being told that all good girls kept their knees together and their hands in prayer. Well, I should've listened I guess. For those of you who have been bored enough to read my ramblings then you will know that at this past weekend I broke my 16 month sabatical from sex. Fantastic, hot, passionate, loud sex. Still smiling over how good it was. However, there is always a 'however' isn't there? Turns out that I should've left my crush where it belonged ... in my past. I have now totally ruined my dreams about P, he has turned out to be a total waste of my time, space and sex. Ah well, lesson learned ..... knees together and hands in prayer Abilene.

Shit may just be the most functional
word in the English language.

SHIT...that's right, shit!

Consider:

You can get shit-faced, be shit out of luck or have shit for brains.

With a little effort you can get your shit together, find a place for your shit, or be asked to shit or get off the pot.

You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit, find shit, forget shit and tell others to eat shit.

Some people know their shit, while others can't tell the difference
between Shit and Shineola.

There are lucky shits, dumb shits and crazy shits

There is bull shit, horse shit and chicken shit.

You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit, shoot the shit, or duck when the shit hits the fan.

You can give a shit or serve shit on a shingle.

You can find yourself in deep shit or be happier than a pig in shit.

Some days are colder than shit, some days are hotter than shit and some days are just plain shitty.

Some music sounds like shit, things can look like shit and there are times when you feel like shit.

You can have too much shit, not enough shit, the right shit, the wrong shit or a lot of weird shit.

You can carry shit, have a mountain of shit, or find yourself up shits creek without a paddle.

Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit and other times you fall in a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose.

When you stop to consider all the facts it's the basic building block of the English language.

And remember, once you know your shit you don't need to know anything else!

You can comment on this if you give a shit. Or not do so if you don't give a shit!

Well Shit, it's time for me to go. Just wanted you to know that I do give shit and hope you had a nice day without a bunch of shit.

But if you happened to catch a load of shit from some shit head........Well, shit happens!

People never fail to amaze me. I have just sat here and witnessed a total bitch at work. Why do some people find it easier to make others look bad so that they look better? How about you actually develope some skills and progress on your own talent and NOT at the expense of other peoples unfortunate mistakes. One day the rungs on that ladder she is climbing are going to get weak under the weight of her ego and she is going fall flat on her ass. I just hope that when it happens the poor girl I just watched her belittle is around to watch.

I am so incredibly bored right now. I am amazed, as always, that I am actually paid pretty well ( by some 3rd world country standards ) to do pretty much what I want all day. However this does lead to the inevitable situation of boredom at times. So, doing what any self-respecting slacker would do, I have been blog lurking ( browsing I think you would call it ).

On my lurking travels I note that there are lots of lists and little questioaires. Should I copy and paste?? Should I try to come up with my own dorky list? Or......should I allow open forum on questions.

mush more juicy that way I think. You ask me 3 questions, I swear on my keyboard (?) to tell the truth ... but you also have to answer your own questions.

Holy shit ... I just knew that would waste a whole 30 minutes ... not to be ... only 4 minutes ... now hat am I going to. Hmmm , think I'll go terrorize some co-workers ( co-slackers that is )

Fire away with the Q's. ( Please don't be corny ... I want to stay awake )

I am not kidding ..... they must all belong to some secret society where they gather and improve their idiot rating over the weekend. I was just asked if it matters which end of a pencil you sharpen. YES you fool ... if you sharpen the wrong end it will explode into a zillion tiny pieces and we will never be able to play hangman again as it was the last pencil in the universe. Stupid people ... sharpen whatever end you want!!

Well, if that title doesnt give away the ending then I don't know what does!!

For those that don't know me ( which would be 95% of the reading audience ) then I must warn you that I don't sugarcoat anything. I just say ( type ) what I want to say. Please refer to the title of my blog to see if I care .

Ok, here's the story. Saturday night at about 11pm I was bored out of my mind! So I decided to go to the little local pub and have a little drink. My baby brother was there so I had a few games of pool ( which I discovered I am pretty good at ) and a drink with him. Nothing spectacular happened, just a nice evening in a typical village pub. I say my farewells and head home at about midnight ( yeah I am such a party animal ) Halfway home my phone gets a text message and it simply says "It was good to see you. You have certainly grown up well". I had no clue who it was from so I politely texted (is that a word? ) back "Who in the hell are you?" After 3 or 4 back and forth texts he tells me who he is. It was a guy who was friends with my older brother that I had a serious crush on 19 years ago!!!! When I say serious crush I think it actually bordered on stalking!!! Finally I called him instead of texting, invited him to come have a cup of tea (nothing else ... get your mind out of the gutter ) and we talked into the wee hours of the morning, catching up on life and each other. At about 4.30am he politely kissed me on the cheek and asked if he could call me later.

Now, at this point let me say that he looks great. Sometimes when we run into people from our past we kind of cringe and wish we hadn't tried to go back in time as it then ruins the picture in our head. However, he has aged well. Actually may I go so far as to say ... sexy as hell!!!

Sunday rolls around and my phone scares the hell out of me at about 4pm (damn volume was way too loud). It is 'HIM' asking if I would like to go to a movie. I counteracted and suggested a movie at my house as I am a wimp on work nights and can't stay out late. Oh how life has changed ... no longer the girl who could live on 2 hours sleep!! He comes over and we have a great evening and I become a slut. My 16 month dry spell is over .... I GOT LAID ( and laid well I might add )

OK, bring on the comments and see if I care.

Now, is it really considered 'stealing' when the cat won't leave me alone? I like to have my doors open on a nice day ( they are far and few between ) to let nice fresh air into the house and when I do the cute moggy from over the road likes to stroll in and take a look around. I do NOT feed it, I do NOT pet it .. heck I don't even talk to it. When I see it in the house I imediately usher it out. Yet it keeps coming back. I have just moved into my new house and don't want to start a feud with my new neighbors. What do I do. I certainly can't be cruel to the cat (i.e hit it to scare it away). The ironic thing is that I am wanting a cat. I have contacted the Cats Protection Leaugue about adopting a cat. What do I do? Do I take the cat over to the neighbors next time it comes in and expolain to them "here's your moggy and I'm not stealing it" or do I buy cat food, steal the cat and deny seeing it when they start asking around? evil grin

Do you ever have so much to get done that you just dont want to even start?

I have to wash my car ( stupid thing is only 2 weeks old and looks like I have been playing in a mud puddle ), do laundry, go to the grocery store, file for a company licence, update accounts, take mom to lunch ( sometime this weekend ), find a cat ( dont ask ), figure out why my wireless wont work ( yeah right !!! ) and lastly get laid !!! Ha ha .... the last one won't happen for sure, wishful thinking I think. Sheesh, its Friday, this day is meant to fly by but it is frickin dragging. I swear it has been 3.18pm for an hour now.

Anyway, want to hear something interesting? Well, if you don't I'm not stopping you leaving!! I had a text message from my first love today. Now here is what I want to know? How in the world did he a)know I am back b)get my number and c) think I would want to hear from his sorry ass. Bitter .... nope not me ... just dont believe in going back in time.

Frustrating item for today: I have been driving for 17 years and yet I have to take a U.K. driving test. W.T.F. !!!! Although there may be some logic behind this as I do tend to out of habit find myself on the wrong side of the road!! Its kind of funny the look on peoples faces when you are headed straight at them at 70 mph.

Where to start. Well, in the interest of protocol and boredom I need to quickly explain the title of this blog site. Driving to work this morning to begin yet another day of pure overinflated boredom I put a CD in that I had found while unpacking the last box ( more on that story later ). Its one of those mystery CD's with no writing on it to give a clue as to what it is. The first song appears to be called "What do I care if you like it?" ... heck, it should be, they sung that line 100 times. Not sure who the artists are exactly but there seems to be a mix of Nickleback to Ramstein type music on it. Yeah I admit it ... I actually like it. Anyway, long story short ... needed a title for this blog and figured that would work because lets face it, I don't really care.

I wonder if there's anyway to attach a music clip so that I can share a little of this CD. Hmmm .... oh well. Anyone that decides they are bored enough to start following this blog ( poor soul ) then you will soon realize that my tech knowledge is very limited ( I can hit the keys on the keyboard ) and that my spelling is still very Americanised ( only been here two months ... gimmie a break!! )

Ok, back to the work thing for a bit but watch this space as I am going to try and bring this blog up to date over the next week. yep, I did have a U.S. blog but cant access it for various reasons ( see above comment on tech knowledge )