The newest member of our family. Hans Stuck can do Nurburgring in 7:07. You are jealous. We have the fastest cat EVER! The cuteness is too much for words so visuals will have to do.

The rest can always be seen in his flickr set.

Also vote for Kaysar. He’s not as into self promotion so he doesn’t have premade banners but VOTE FOR HIM ANYWAY!!

So stupid excited for the show.

HA!

Shut up.

The End!

Turns out I’m allergic to wheat. This might not even be what’s causing the hives but the only way to really find out is to cut wheat out of my diet, totally, for three weeks. Then I can reintroduce it and see if there’s a reaction. Reading through some websites quickly when I got home, this could explain A LOT. The tummy problems, tired rundown feeling at completely random times, hives…

So I’m gonna start Sunday with the wheat free diet. I had NO IDEA there was wheat in so may food products. It’s in EVERYTHING. It’s basically an Atkins diet. I’ve NEVER been fond of the Atkins diet because I like my heart and I don’t want it to kill me at 50. Skinny but dead doesn’t seem like a wonderful alternative to a tad chubby and alive to me.

Why Sunday, you ask? Because Saturday we are going to Tyrolean Inn and I HAVE to eat the yummy food…

This week at work has been long and hard. The Boss is out of town so covering for him, helping another team catch up with work they are behind on, having do deal with co-workers who have the work ethic of a retarded monkey and the fact that one of my FAVORITE co-workers last day is tomorrow has made me REALLY want for Friday to just. get. here. already. It really sucks that I can’t post work related stuff here because man, the comic relief…

Anyway, I’m exhausted so I’m off to give Ben puppy dog eye’s to 1) Convince him to come crawl into bed with me, 2) Let me have a kitten PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP?!?

Once again. I told Cassidy that I’d call her tonight to see how she is. Called at 3:30 and she wasn’t with her dad. He works out of the garage at home so I’m not sure where she was but (big surprise) she wasn’t with him. I told him to have her call me back when he saw her next.

8:00PM - No call. Called again. Left message.

9:00PM - No call.

I can not go through this again. I won’t. Before I was weak and stupid and I thought I owed him time with her. I am not that person anymore. I’m the person that’s been hardened by having to mend a wounded seven-year-old heart after she doesn’t receive a phone call, a letter, any form of acknowledgement for six month at a time from her father. I’m not beyond driving 500 miles in a night to go get her.

I will not do it. I don’t have to do it. I’m trying to be the ‘better person’ by volunteering this month and a half once again this summer, but I will not be the person that lets her down. It’s very important to me that I keep my word about things like this because I’ve seen first hand what HIM doing it to her OVER AND OVER AND OVER again has done to her emotionally.

Knowing that I wasn’t able to talk to her tonight when I TOLD her I would is… *insert worst pain you’ve ever felt here*

Kris Linquist wrote a little rant/article on his site entitled: How to f’ing drive.

I was nodding in agreement the entire time I read it and wondering how much work it would take to replace those ugly little ‘Airbag Safety’ stickers they put on sun visors these days with this article instead. Because GOOD LORD YOU PEOPLE NEED SOME INSTRUCTION.

He pretty much hit on all my major peeves except one and that is people who don’t use turn signals. They are there to USE people, not to make your corners clear or add to the beautiful esthetics of your car. So…

If you want in my lane, all you gotta do is TELL me. If you use the blinker, 99.5% of the time I’ll let you in. Hell, on days were the traffic is busy, I’ll let TWO people merge in front of me just because I’m a nice person like that.

You don’t need to honk, you don’t need to glare at me, you don’t need to try and squeeze your H2 into the 1.15 car lengths in front of me in heavy traffic that’s moving 2 MPH. I’ll LET YOU IN, ASSHAT. Just let me know you want over.

For almost two years now, I’ve tried to convince Ben to let me install a blow horn on the front of my car. He’s veto’d the idea, FORCEFULLY, because he said that I’ll “abuse it”. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

Anyway, go check out the rant. Even for those of you that don’t live in CA, these are common sense rules of the road that anybody should follow.