My Devilish Side

I'm Baaaaack!

2006-07-09T20:13:00.000-05:00

Did you miss me? Ahhh, two weeks of surf, sand and spectacular sunrises and sunsets. I went on my "not a honeymoon" and because I knew the Ex was going to try and "reconcile" by showing up, I switched the island reservations to Maui instead of Kauai. Hopefully he had as good a time as I did. Anyway enough about the idiot.

I didn't want to come home. I could stay there and live forever if I could have a job that paid enough to buy all that imported food! That was the biggest shocker to me -- how darn expensive everything was! I'll post a few pictures over the next week or so.

The food was awesome, the people were really friendly and I even tried surfing! And if you've seen the movie Blue Crush, the locals were a lot more friendly than that. Well, I just wanted to pop in and post that things will be back to normal here at casa de infierno.

Come On Now, Fess Up!

2006-06-20T22:00:00.000-05:00

I believe I am the QUEEN of stickies. I love post-it notes. I love the colors they come in, I love the way they stick to any and everything and I especially love that they come in every size known to man. I use them everywhere. I put stickies on walls to remind me to do things, I have them all over my fridge. My office sports them EVERYWHERE. It's a sickness I tell ya!

My second major obsession is with pens. I love pens. Do you see the office supply theme going on here? I love purple colored pens. I love the ones with glitter in them. Fat pens, skinny pens, blue, black, red, green ink pens. I don't care what they are as long as they look and write like a dream. My stickies obsession only began about 10 years ago. They were a valuable studying tool, when I bothered to study in college... But my pen obsession tracks all the way back to grade school. I wonder if this is a genetic thing, because my mother also has an obsession with writing utensils. Of course, she'll use a pencil and I don't ever use one. I can't stand pencils.

The one thing that makes me cry is when I go to use my favorite pen of the moment and I'm out of ink. It's devastating. It's like losing a friend. And it's doubly worse when you TOLD yourself to buy two, but ohhhh no, you decided that one would be just fine.

Ummm, that came out a little crazy. I'm obsessed, not OBSESSED, 'kay?

So tell us all, what's your obsession?

Mystic Tan and Click & Comment

2006-06-19T08:56:00.000-05:00

It's Click & Comment Monday so I'm nagging you to go visit Battlerocker!

I guess it's time to share my Mystic Tan experience before I go for my other appointment this week. I have to say, I completely understand why some people would be addicted to this stuff! I loved the fact that I was tan all over. I'm one of those that falls into the psychological trap that I "feel better" when I have a tan. It gives a confidence boost and since I'm not pale and sickly looking I think it just works positively on my whole state of being. That said, I'm not going to be hooked on the canned tan.

Reaper Girl and I went in and watched the video. The vid is pretty short and at points I think my eyes glazed over. It's a lot to process for the first time. A young, tan, blonde walked me back to my room, went through the instructions in such a way I think she must do a little auctioneering on the side. With a bright and peppy, "Do you have any questions?" she was out the door. So I stand in front of the mirror and try to mentally go through the video. I put my hair up in the cap and make sure that my ears are out. I look for the little nose plugs that allow you to breathe and don't see them -- cheap bastards.

I decide that for my first time I'm going to wear the foot booties, because I read this woman's story and wanted to learn from her fiasco. I put what I think is a liberal amount of the block on my hands and knuckles. Thankfully, peppy girl shared with me a better stance from the one in the video before she zoomed out of my life.

I get into the chamber and place my feet correctly on the metal plate and find that you can't just lean forward and hit the start button. Oh, no, cuz that would make sense! I step forward hit the button then try and get back into place. Like a mantra I'm saying "hold your breath, it's only 14 seconds!" So I take a deep gulp and that cold as shit mist starts jetting out and it sounds like a freakin' car wash in there! It startles me and makes my breath whoosh right back out. So now I'm hyperventillating a little and trying not to suck in massive amounts of God Knows What into my lungs.

The spray ends and I turn around and do it all over again. This time, I hold my breath. After it's all over I try the door and it won't open. That's when a little part of my starts to panic. I push a little harder and it bursts open and I can beathe actual air! Woo Hoo! I grab the towel and as instructed start with my feet and work my way up. Everything ends nicely and I go out and wait for RG to finish up -- she's always a little slower than the rest of us. :o) I take out my compact and notice that my face looks a little orange. "That's okay!" says peppy girl, "It's the bronzer. It'll wash right off."

RG comes out and she's laughing at herself -- and well that's her story to tell and we head home. She feels funky, I feel funky and we're already counting down the hours until we can take a shower. Finally shower time arrives and I hop eagerly in. I look down at the water and it reminds me of dying my hair at home. The water is brownish and I have this need to scrub like it's my job, but I don't because I'm still afraid that I will "wash off" my tan! So finally the water runs clear and I think, "Why put that crap on you if you're going to wash it off 6 hours later? What's the point?" But I guess that is one of life's little mysteries. The only issue I had was my feet because the marks off the booties were REALLY noticeable. Next time I'll try barefoot and will just hope that I don't end up with dirty toes!

So there you have it. Mystic Tan in under 5 minutes. I recommend it if you want a little base color, but I can't say I'd do it over and over and over....

Go visit Battlerocker and here's the origin of Click and Comment Monday! MT

On Mondays, Cat has Click & Comment Day. She posted this to remind you how important it is to comment on other blogs. It truly DOES increase your readership and you most often gain regulars that will visit your blog day after day.

What I encourage is for you to click my renter. Then, you comment on the blog and click their renter or someone on their blogroll. Then you comment on that blog and click their renter or someone on their blogroll. Do this for as many blogs as you can. Sometimes they go full circle, and you end up at the originating blog, then just look up a blog in the blogroll and start the cycle again.

I really encourage you to do this at least to 5 comments if you have ANY time at all. It will give you the joy of sharing a few of your opinions on posts and bring you future readers.

Thanks and enjoy Click & Comment Day!

Enjoy! IÂm going to try to do this each Monday. Why not start your week off right?

Battlerocker and 5 Effin' Things

2006-06-17T19:09:00.000-05:00

Blogger is just way beyond a piece of shit. I'm sure this short little post will take me at least 30 minutes to get it on correctly.

Please welcome Battlerocker from the Battle Rock Spot! Battlerocker is a self-professed 2nd rate law student (I don't believe that!) who loves anything with the Muppets -- which is the reason I picked him. Um, really I picked him because he was one of the first people to hangout and comment here and I wanted to give him a spot in Purgatory for a week. Of course if Blogger doesn't get any better, I'll have to refund him some credits because I won't be able to post a damn thing. So anyway, go see him and tell him the Girls sent ya!

Now on to being tagged. I have a special circle waiting for you Reaper Girl!!! But since I'm busy packing for Hawaii and snarling about Blogger, what the hell.

5 Things in My Refrigerator
Apples
Vitamin E Oil
Italian Dressing
Beer
Cherries

5 Things in My Closet
SHOES
Suits
Jeans
Stuffed Animals
SHOES!

5 Things in My Purse
Lipstick
Perfume
Wallet
Keys
Cell Phone

5 Things in My Car
Trash
CDs
Tampons
Extra Sunglasses
Sweet & Low

5 Tagged People
Whatever, I'm not subjecting anyone to this, but if you want me to "tag" you and include your name and a link to your site, I'll be happy to. Just leave me a comment.

M.I.A.

2006-06-13T20:54:00.000-05:00

I know I've been MIA. Life got in the way for a little bit. I'm trying to tie up any loose ends before going on my solo honeymoon. Bills need to be paid, my boss needs to pay me and well, you can see how much a drudge the last few days have been. Reaper Girl has talked me in to faux tanning with that MysticTan stuff. Anyone like/dislike having that done?

I really didn't want to go to Hawaii white as a sheet of paper and she's getting it done for a wedding she's in, so I thought I'd give it the ol' college try. But I have a few worries. One. Is that shit going to get all over my clothes? And I don't mean two hours afterwards, but if I'm hiking to some lava peak in Hawaii and I sweat like it's my second and third job, is it going to come off on my clothes? Two. How does this stuff technically work? Three. Am I going to become addicted to tanning? Is MysticTan like crack? Am I never going to want to be white again?

Inquiring minds need to know. I called the place where we're trying it and he said they give a buy one get one free for new clients and that I might want to come in a week before my trip and see how I like it. He says, "That way if something goes wrong, it won't be right before you go on vacation." Somehow, that does not inspire great confidence. Has anyone ever had an allergic reaction to this stuff? Am I going to come out of there looking like a native islander or what?

Did you see who was Chained to the Wall this week? Why, it's Buffy! Best Superhero Girl EVER! And the new song for the week is Depeche Mode's A Pain That I'm Used To. LOVE THEM!

And what the fuck is wrong with Blogger?!?!?!? This thing has been down more that it's been up the past 5 days. Anyway, that's all I got right now. But why don't you go visit Laci and find out who's ass she's going to kick.

Those Parties

2006-06-10T17:33:00.000-05:00

You know what I love? I love getting my mail. It's this little thrill of not ever knowing what's going to be in the mailbox. I don't love bills, but I'm resigned and I know they are an inevitable fact of life, so even getting bills is sorta like an adventure.

And then you see it. The cream envelope that's too nice for a "I was just thinking about you card" and not nice or thick enough to be a "Blah Blah Blah and Yada Yada Yada request the pleasure of your company at their nuptials." You open it and BAM. You're invited to a party for someone you have not seen or spoken to in a couple of years.

I'm not the most extroverted person on earth and I enjoy a good party. But I enjoy a good party where I know more than one person. Meeting people is something that I have to be in the mindset for. I spend most of the day preparing, you know like Rocky before a big fight. I can't just go in cold. And right now I don't have a good wing-woman to drag along.

Come on, be honest, how many of you have done what I did thought and thought about going until the day arrives and then just don't feel like putting out the energy? I feel like a schmuck, but that doesn't outweigh my desire not to go.

Please Welcome Laci!

2006-06-08T21:35:00.000-05:00

I really would have liked to get this post up earlier, but Blogger was having some serious issues. Don't you just hate the hassles that come with free?

Anyway, Laci from Long, Slow, Beautiful Dance is joining us as our roomie this week and if you haven't checked out her site you are missing out!!! Let me start with the superficial and say she has one of the most kickass designs I've seen in blogdom. I would like to STEAL that graphic (just kidding Laci! -- well sorta). Now getting down to the nitty gritty, I love her writing. Her blog is never, ever boring. She talks about fun and flirty things and the sad and serious. I never know what to expect when I click on her blog, but I know I'm going to like it. So, now you go get the Laci experience and tell me I'm wrong.

Summer Cooking

2006-06-06T22:17:00.000-05:00

Cooking in the summer is somewhat torturous for me. I hate that the kitchen gets incredibly hot and then makes the rest of the place warm. I haven't mastered my grill yet. The X used to do all the "manly" grilling. But I'm working on that. I've signed up for a grilling class through Barnes and Noble University online. It's free, so I thought what the heck?

Do any of you have favorite (easy) dishes that you make that don't require a lot of baking/cooking? I'd be forever grateful for some ideas for great summer salads or something I just must learn how to grill. I'll even take suggestion on drinks that are good (alcoholic or non -- it makes no difference).

C & C Monday and the Weekend Booty Call

2006-06-05T13:05:00.000-05:00

I like the idea of Click & Comment Monday and I fully plan on participating tonight. If you don't know what it is, you start with a blog make a comment, then click on their renter or a person in their blogroll and comment at that site, then you just repeat the process. It's definitely nice if you can do it a half-dozen times or more. So if you need a place to click to next, here are the guys to go see!

I thought my EX would have tried the booty call route the first week I kicked him out. But he didn't. I guess because he was too busy trying to get me to talk to him that he didn't think suggesting sex was going to work. But somehow, he got it into his head that maybe, if he called really effin' late on Saturday night, told me how much he misses me and breathed heavy with supposed passion, I would melt like a popsicle in summer. Have a mentioned what an idiot he is?!?!

That would be a big fat, "HELL NO!" Moron! I can't believe you thought I was going to want your dumbass at all -- let alone sexually. Have you been tested yet for STDs? Or HIV? Or anything else that skank could have given you? Oh my bad, it's only been a month, they couldn't tell anyways!

You are such a fucktard. Do NOT call me anymore. Don't even think of me anymore. We are DONE. Can I make it any plainer? Would it help if I wrote it in the sky and burned it into my lawn? Don't make me break legal on your ass. I know I don't want the hassle and you sure as shit don't want your job to find out about a restraining order or bye-bye security clearance! We are over. There is no reconciliation in sight.

Anyone else ever had the moron ex think it was okay to call and ask for sex? What did you do? I swear I'm getting a whistle to blow into the phone the next time. I don't want to change my number, but it's looking that way.

The Love Affair is O-V-E-R

2006-06-03T18:12:00.000-05:00

I used to love Wally World. Before I moved, I was close to a really nice one. Now, I'm just as close to one that's a shithole. I had a list of 15 things I wanted to get. Only 15. I know it's dangerous to just cruise around WM because you come home with all kinds of crap you didn't really need. So, I started off with determination. First, everywhere I went shelves were empty. I wanted Cheer laundry detergent. The only thing they had on the detergent aisle was 3 types of Gain, that horrible cheap stuff called X-tra!, All and Arm & Hammer. W.T.F.??? No Cheer, no Tide, nothing else. Sure, they had places for those products, but it was like they had a dollar sale on aisle 10 because there wasn't a single container to be had. But I'll tell you what they did have. A big freakin' mess. Because one of the HUGE containers of ALL had leaked/burst on the top shelf and had coated everything below it including products, shelves and the floor.

It was like this all over the place. I either got the last of the items (a Braun electric toothbrush, the last two Lean Cuisine Spaghetti dinners, Walk-Mart brand trash bags for goodness sakes!) or I couldn't get what I wanted. Then there were the lines. My God! They had open 7 registers for high volume buying people, 6 registers of 20 or less items and 2 registers of scan the crap yourself. I thought I was choosing the lesser of the evils by taking on the scan it yourself. Because honestly, I'm not half bad at it. I'm quick, efficient and I'm not gonna stand there looking at something like "how the hell did that end up in my cart?"

I was third in line. The lady at the register had a kid who thought it would be funny to scan things she'd already put into the bag. Little Johnny was getting on my last effin' nerve. The next lady didn't know what the hell was going on and ended up stiffing the joint one rose bush and a cordless phone system. Finally it was my turn. I walked out of there with almost 300 bucks worth of crap and I did it in under five minutes. The whole shopping/waiting for a freakin' register took me a grand total of 2 1/2 hours because of the hunt for items that the store wasn't carrying and the freakin' lines.

Management there oughtta be shot. Not enough people on registers, but there sure were a lot of fools pretending to stock shit in the aisles and no bags to be had in the produce section, HUGE gaps on the shelves. I seriously thought maybe they were trying to sell out for a move or something. The place was filthy. Next time, I'm going to Tar-jay and spend a little more for a clean store, relatively well stocked. Up yours Wally World!

Go Give Jesus and Satan Some Love!

2006-06-02T18:29:00.000-05:00

I love our current renter, Emails from Jesus. It was the very first blog I blogrolled and it's the first blog I go to visit. Irreverent and extremely funny, it puts a smile on my face no matter what kind of day I'm having. Example:

To my MOST favorite UN-HOLY one, Last night the Yahoo Police yanked the MOST hilarious blog from my 360 Page.. you see, I was making a movie.. a BOW-CHICA-WOW-WOW movie...I had 175 comments... we were having a terrific time till someone had to be a buzzkill and I got a TOS (terms of service) letter JUST before YaHELL yanked my blog. I was wondering if you'd send up some kind of reign of terror on Yahoo for me?
PALEEEEZE? I'll never ask for anything EVER again (well..except that one pair of Jimmy Choo stilletos..I'd look sOOOooo good in those)

In the interest of full disclosure, I also emailed the Shiney ONE about same subject...just covering all my bases.

anxiously awaiting the brimstone,

Saint KimberKat

Click Here for Satan's response and tell the old goat that we sent ya!

Memorial Day

2006-05-29T20:32:00.000-05:00

Lest we forget the men and women that came
before, the ones who are fighting now and the young men and women who will one day join their

ranks...

There are heroes who walk among us
never looking for glory or praise
They don't seek recognition
for their thoughtful, caring ways.
Living lives of deep commitment
providing for those they hold dear
Steadfast with a quiet strength
through times of laughter and tears.
You are all like that to me
the most selfless people by far.
So, I'd like to thank you
for being the HEROES that you are.

She Said/She Said Saturday: Cremation or Donation?

2006-05-27T10:06:00.000-05:00

Sometimes we agree. Sometimes we don't but we always debate it on Saturdays! Feel free to add your thoughts!

Devilish Girl:
We all gotta go sometime and how we want to be eternally laid to rest is hugely diverse. Myself, I vacillate between a beautiful casket in a cemetery where people will feel it's fine to steal the flowers my loved ones have left behind to comfort me. Oh, wait. That's a rant for another time. Anyway, I've been giving considerable attention to the idea of not just being an organ donor (which it proudly says on my license!) but to actually give my body to a medical school so that others can learn from my mistakes. I have learned that the bodies are treated with respect -- or at least, that's the party line. But really, will I care at that point? I think not. Maybe they could cremate me after they have done everything they can with the bumbling med students. That would be okay with me. Funerals are just so damn expensive. But if I can't use it when I'm gone, why should I deny the living the possibility of making some advances?

Reaper Girl:
There is no way in hell I want a bunch of strangers staring down at my body. Science can have what's on the inside and that's it. I'm a proud organ donor too, but I draw a personal line at donating to science. I dread the thought of being put in the ground. Personally, I think burial is a waste of space. Headstones are for the living and if my family wants to immortalize me they can carve my name and such into the family wall of the mausoleum. I don't want any part of me to go to the bugs. I want to be cremated and spread out over the sea. Yes, I know that's pollution. Sue me. And even though I'm only in my early thirties, I have all this mapped out. I have a will, a living will and an "I will come back and haunt your ass if these wishes are not met" letter all tucked into a fireproof safe with all my other import documentation. I applaud your wish to help mankind, but I just can't go there.

Can't a Girl Catch a Break?!?!

2006-05-25T22:28:00.000-05:00

I like to think of myself as a generally healthy person. I try to cut corners wherever I can. Like baked chips instead of the regular ol' greasy ones and Snackwell's cookies instead of Keebler's. Well, a few days ago, I spied my favorite Chocolate Soy milk at my grocery store. It's been a while since they carried the brand Nature's Promise. And when I saw it on the shelves, I delightedly grabbed a carton, made a quick glance at the expiration date (June 20) and hummed a happy little tune.

I got home, placed it lovingly in the fridge and went about my day. The next day I had allergy medicine to take, so I opened the carton and took a swig. (Don't judge me, I just dumped my fiance and I live alone -- I'm allowed to be a slob for a while.) It was a little thick, but it tasted okay, so I thought nothing of it. The following day, I shook the carton even harder and took another swig. Still freakishly thick, but got the job done.

Today I came home from work craving some chocolate and I brightened immediately at the thought of my choco soy milk just waiting in the fridge. I got a glass out and started to pour. Only, the stuff didn't "pour" it PLOPPED into the glass. Startled, I jerked back and looked at the carton. I thought maybe it was because I hadn't shook it before pouring. Cut me some slack, I haven't had it in 8 months and forgot what the consistency was supposed to be like. I poured that glass out, shook the carton like a can of spraypaint and tried again. Same thing. So I poured the whole freakin' carton down the drain. It was so thick I had to squeeze to get the crap to come out. Now it pains me to think of the few swallows I had the other days. I told my mom this and she said there's a moral to this story -- "Don't be a lazy ass. Pour it into a glass and drink it like you're supposed to." Well, okay, she didn't use the word ass, but I know she was thinking it.

It's going to be quite a while before I will even be able to look at that carton without cringing. From here on out it's me, my 1% milk and Hershey's chocolate syrup. Screw healthy!

The Ex Part 1

2006-05-22T19:39:00.000-05:00

As you may know, I kicked The Ass (forever more known as TA) to the curb after the stripper incident. It has been quite a roller coaster ride the past few weeks. First, I cancelled all the wedding vendors. I know one thing -- what took 8 months to build only took 4 days to dismantle! Some of them were nice enough to even give back the deposits, which really floored me. The last one I called was the DJ, because he is a family friend and I didn't want to have to go into detail with him why I was canceling. But I sucked up the courage and rang him up. Would you believe that a day later, TA called him and told him to keep us in his date book because he was sure I would forgive him and proceed with the wedding? TA is a verrrry stooopid man.

So far, TA has run the gamut of emotions with me. He's begged for forgiveness, he's sent 12 sets of a dozen roses, he has screamed, cussed, threatened and cried -- all to no avail. Thankfully, he has not sat waiting for me at work or waiting in my driveway, etc. And TA, I think you've been lurking here. Let me just say, that if you start pulling that shit, I will get a restraining order on your ass.

His mother has called me, his sister and 2 brothers have tried to reason with me too -- all trying to plead his case. But somehow, the details weren't told to them. There was quite a bit of shock when I started to bluntly give the details of the bachelor party (I didn't want to shock his poor mother, so I spared her the gory stuff). So, right now, his sister isn't talking to him. The brothers barely remember the night and didn't know about the guest room shenanigans.

He has been reasonable with my decision that we will split the money that has been flushed down the toilet with all the deposits that are non-refundable. I've changed the locks on my house and I'm thinking about changing my phone number because he calls anywhere between 10-25 times a day/night. TA, what part of I don't want/need to speak to you, do you not get? We're done. I hope that stripper was realllllllly good, because it cost you dearly.

I do want to thank all my girlfriends and family that have been rallying around. I don't know what I would have done without you! All in all, I feel pretty good. I've cried buckets, I've gone to the firing range and gotten rid of some aggression, I've taken in a couple of movies by myself to get out of the house and away from the damn phone and I've been babysitting some of my honorary nieces and nephews. It could be much, much worse.

Darkest Faerie Doll & Click Through Monday

2006-05-21T23:13:00.000-05:00

Help us with Click & Comment Monday! Reaper Girl and I would like to welcome our second ~~victim~~ tenant to My Devilish Side -- Darkest Faerie Doll. Go visit her and say hello. Right now she's talking about her own personal stalker--who sounds a little off--and what it has meant to her and her family. She's also a blog designer, so if you need a new template, she's one to visit!

Also, if you are typically a lurker, take some time to de-lurk here at our site. RG and I are always looking for new blogs to visit and we try to visit every blog that comments here. Have a great Monday! I'll be back later to talk about the EX factor.

For this week's "Chained to the Wall," we decided to make our choice guy friendly with Angelina Jolie. And really, Angelina's hot, no matter which team you play for!

MI3

2006-05-21T09:57:00.000-05:00

Tom Cruise may be a freakin' weirdo in real life, but he did a fantastic job in MI3! I have enjoyed all the movies in this franchise. The first one had a great plot, the second was directed by John Woo (one of my all time faves) and 3 was directed by JJ Abrams and had Philip Seymour Hoffman as the bad guy.

The movie starts in high gear and pretty much stays that way the entire movie. It was a little over 2 hours and I never felt the time pass. Before going to see it, I heard all this hype about how JJ had gotten Keri Russell to be in the movie. I was shocked that she was in it for no more than 10 minutes. I thought she was going to be the lead! I guess that will teach me to listen to all the hype.

Ving Rhames was back as part of Ethan Hunt's group and was joined by Maggie Q as Zhen and Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Declan. JRM has the most beautiful eyes...but I digress. Their mission is to find and bring home Lindsay (Russell) who may have information that will allow them to infiltrate Owen Davian's (Hoffman) group. Lindsay tried to tell Ethan some important information but before she can, a small bomb in her brain goes off (it's not gruesome) and kills her.

Ethan puts together a mission that apprehends Davian and tries to bring him back to IMF headquarters. The mission is compromised and Davian swears that he will find the people that matter most to Ethan and kill them. And when this man says something he means it. I love that about this Davian character. There's no messing with him. He's cruel, creative and brilliant. Abrams and company could not have found a better bad guy.

Of course Ethan's fiance is taken by Davian and Ethan isn't sure who he can trust at IMF so he basically goes rogue to get Julia back. He's aided by his team and well, I won't go further and spoil all the story, but it's great! I highly recommend this movie. You don't need to have seen the other 2 to understand what's going on and it's so fast paced it's like being on a roller coaster ride.

Abrams includes a couple of scenes that are very Alias-esque (if any of you are Alias fans that see the movie you'll know exactly what I'm talking about) and it's just great! It's been a while since I have seen such great special effects.

Don't be afraid that the couch jumping, professing Katie loving, Tom Cruise will ruin it because he doesn't at all.

Put Me Out of My Misery

2006-05-17T11:10:00.000-05:00

When are we going to be free of American Idol? I hardly ever watch that show, but I caught it last night and was thinking WTF??? The Jay Leno guy and his soul patrol are annoying. Isn't there an age limit to AI? The girl seems to be an airhead. Tossing her hair around and giggling all the time. And that other guy. That poor other guy. Eliot, I think. He has a nice voice, but I'm sure the image consultants are cringing at the thought of having to jazz him up. Seems like a nice kid, but an Idol? Hmmm, I don't think so. Of course, they were able to spiff up Clay from a few years ago...

I figure America will be out of its misery in another week since there was only 3 performing last night. I wanted to see the hot rocker I kept hearing so much about, but I understand he was voted off. Oh well. One more week. One more week......

By the way, go check out my renter on the left side. They aren't here much longer and they've been great ~~guinea pigs~~ roomies!!

We Have a Renter! We Have a Renter!

2006-05-14T20:11:00.000-05:00

I couldn't believe how many people bid on us to stay the week! Thanks to everyone that bid, please bid again. We made note and will do our best to get you up as soon as possible. The winning blog is Consult a Goddess because the fine women there posted about my predicament and gave their two cents. Please go visit them! If you have questions, they have answers!

She Said/She Said Saturday: NSA Phone Lists

2006-05-12T23:12:00.000-05:00

Sometimes we agree, sometimes we don't, but we always debate it on Saturdays! Feel free to add your thoughts!

Devilish Girl:
Most of the time I would rather talk about the infected pimple on "your" ass than politics, but after all the bruhaha over the government's "phone list," I thought we would weigh in. Maybe I'm naive, but I don't think we are on our way to living out Orwell's prophecy of a Big Brother nation just yet. I'm not happy that the government took it upon themselves to compile a list of how many times my family and I call each other, but hey, whatever. I live in the DC area and was affected both personally and professionally by the 9/11 attacks and if the NSA wants to know my call habits, so be it. I don't have anything to hide and I don't feel violated. If these lists help capture just one terrorist or thwart just one plan a T-cell may have for our country then compile on!

Reaper Girl:
I agree with you, DG, that we aren't quite a Big Brother nation just yet. I too feel that if you have nothing to hide by your calling habits, then what are you so pissed about? We're talking about a government that has the technology to task a satellite to take a picture of you sitting in your car, in the middle of a rush hour jam, picking your nose -- if it so chooses. The NSA is not worried about how many times you have called the Candy at 1-900-BIG-BREASTS. They're not worried about small potatoes at all. What really pisses me off is that Verizon, Bell South etc, etc, voluntarily gave the information to the government. Qwest should be commended for saying no. I would prefer that these companies have waited for a court order before offering up my private information. But like DG, if this information helps catch a terrorist or two, I'm okay with it. And George, no matter what the NSA tells you, it's not me calling the White House at 3 am everyday and hanging up...

Stripper + Fiance = O.V.E.R.

2006-05-11T20:14:00.000-05:00

Some will read this and cheer me on (mostly women I would think) others will say it wasn't "real" and that I'm over reacting (that would be you sleazy ass men). But frankly, while I'm hurt, bewildered and just a step on that side of pissed, I'm comfortable with my decision.

My fiance, we'll call him, Asshole, had a bachelor party last weekend. I knew ahead of time that there would be strippers present and was okay with it. Strippers aren't my thing, but hey, if that made Asshole happy, who was I to stand in the way? While he was out with the guys, I went out with the girls for a quiet night of a little dancing, some barhopping and a fantastic limo ride.

Little did I know that in our freakin' living room, Asshole was destroying our future. The guys had gotten three strippers, who came equipped with toys and basically said, "Do what you want." Of course Asshole was pretty drunk (not an excuse) and decided that toward the end of the night it would be fun to screw one of them with a strap-on. Then after her achieving orgasm in front of the rest of the guys (sick, huh?) they retired to the guest bedroom (thank God it wasn't my bed!) to finish him off.

Now I'm sure you are asking, "How do you know all this?" Well, Asshole must not be too bright because my cousin was there and was witness to everything but the guest bedroom part. And thankfully, he wasn't going to agree to the "guy code" regarding bachelor parties.

I confronted Asshole, who admitted to it all. He had the gall to say it was a last the last sex he'd have before tying himself down. Riiight. Wrong choice of words. Needless to say, Asshole is out of my house and the wedding has been called off. And don't think I'm not going on our honeymoon trip to Hawaii. The tickets are in my nightstand drawer and since the locks are being changed as we speak and his ticket canceled (I made the reservation) I think it's safe to say he won't be joining me.

What would you do if this were your fiance? And I will say, that this was very out of character for him. We've never had trust issues before. But, I'm just not going to stand by and let this one slide.

Thank You, GemmaK!

2006-05-08T08:23:00.000-05:00

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We couldn't be happier here at My Devilish Side and I should know because GemmaK has designed two other blogs for me!

We'll be up and running completely really soon, so check back!

The Hanging Man

2006-05-06T17:44:00.000-05:00

You Are The Hanging Man

You represent the seeking of enlightenment and spiritual clarity.
You tend to confuse others, but your oddities seem deeply satisfying.
Self sacrifice is easy for you, especially if it makes you a better person in the end.
You are the type of person who is very in touch with your soul and inner spirit.

Your fortune:

Right now is a good time for reflection and meditation.
You should stop resisting the problems in your life, and let yourself be vulnerable to them.
You may need to sacrifice something important to you to move ahead in your life.
Accept your destiny with courage, and learn to let go of what you think you need.

What Tarot Card Are You?

Politcal Science for Dummies

2006-05-04T18:13:00.000-05:00

DEMOCRATIC
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
You feel guilty for being successful.
Barbara Streisand sings for you.

REPUBLICANISM
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
So?

SOCIALIST
You have two cows.
The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

COMMUNIST
You have two cows.
The government seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in line for hours to get it.
It is expensive and sour.

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two cows.
You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two cows.
Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the other, and then pours the milk down the drain.

AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.
You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.
Your stock goes up.

FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
You go to lunch and drink wine.
Life is good.

JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.
Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.
Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows but you don't know where they are.
While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.
You break for lunch.
Life is good.

RUSSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have some vodka.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You have some more vodka.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.

TALIBAN CORPORATION
You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.
You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature' s private parts.
You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk production but use the money to buy weapons.

IRAQI CORPORATION
You have two cows.
They go into hiding.
They send radio tapes of their mooing.

POLISH CORPORATION
You have two bulls.
Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.

BELGIAN CORPORATION
You have one cow.
The cow is schizophrenic.
Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.
The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.
The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow's milk.
The cow asks permission to be cut in half.
The cow dies happy.

FLORIDA CORPORATION
You have a black cow and a brown cow.
Everyone votes for the best looking one.
Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote for the black one.
Some people vote for both.
Some people vote for neither.
Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.
Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best-looking cow.

CALIFORNIA CORPORATION
You have millions of cows.
They make real California cheese.
Only five speak English.
Most are illegals.
Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.