Yes, you can gamble on football in Ontario. I use PRO LINE. I am doing "point spread" and if you head to that site then you will see how it works. If I get all nine right today (not likely) I win $900.00 Canadian. That is a whopping $600.00 for y'all back home.
Gonna do a bit of gambling today on some college ball. Here it goes:
Michigan over Purdue by 5 West Virginia over Syracuse by 8 Minnesota over Michigan State or just beating the point spread of 5 Ohio State over Wisconsin by 8 Oklahoma over Iowa State by 10 Mississippi over Alabama or just beating the point spread of 12 Arizona over Stanford or just beating the point spread of 2 Florida over Auburn by 7 Kansas State over Texas by 2 (This one's for you Vavsy)
After reading this post by Joanie a.k.a. Da Goddess, I decided to try a little experiment. I am becoming a regular hit whore, obsessed with my stats and intrigued by the referrers. She mentions in the post that she will never mention the names of "a certain doppleganger acting female sibling pair" again.
I wonder. I wonder if I say the names: "Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen", if I will get even odder referrers than "hiney poop doctor" and "seventh-day adventist nudity". I wonder who would be looking at my site because I mentioned the Olsen Twins. Perverts? Pedophiles? Howard Stern? Oh yeah, he is counting down the days until they turn 18. Don't get me started about Stern though, he is completely lame and played-out now. Nothing new or funny on his show anymore. I suggest Mancow. He can also be a pig, but he is cute enough to get away with it.
So here goes the experiment. As soon as Google does its Googling thing, I will see what happens. Should be interesting. Wonder what other keywords could work this way.
George did not mention me personally like the last time. He did however mention our wonderful chat in #artbell on DALnet in this .wma clip. Thanks to a new chatter, Zepster, for the file! It is really great to have so many listeners of Art Bell and his Coast to Coast radio show in one place!
1. How many TVs do you have in your home? - Three. 27" in the living room, 13" in the bedroom, 25" in the finished basement.
2. On average, how much TV do you watch in a week? - This is so embarrassing. The TV is on here almost all the time. Not that I am watching it, just for background noise.
3. Do you feel that television is bad for young children? - I think that there is acceptable programming for children but parents should take a very pro-active role in knowing what their children are watching and how much of it they are watching. Not using it as a babysitter.
4. What TV shows do you absolutely HAVE to watch, and if you miss them, you're heartbroken? - We are addicted to reality t.v. Chris has to watch his wrestling and tapes the daytime shows. I prefer E.R. and other dramas. With all of our cable, satellite, vcrs and televisions we never really miss anything.
5. If you had the power to create your own television network, what would your line-up look like? - Gritty reality tv, good dramas, and comedy that actually makes sense. Also, news that would report things "off the beaten path". Tired of things being omitted and supressed by the mainstream media.
There is nothing more annoying and hurtful, than to have someone you trust and consider a friend, stab you in the back. I was unlucky enough to have this happen to me last night when I found out that a "friend" of mine decided to tell another mutual friend that I was "a bitch and immature" and "I don't know why Chris stays with her". Ummm MMMkay. Sure, the bitch part I can understand. I know that me being opinionated and outspoken does intimidate some weaker men. Luckily, Chris likes that about me.
Wayne, the "friend" in question, does not like me because I told him how I felt about what he does with his life. I believe that friends do that. When you see someone doing something terribly wrong, you don't just sit back and let the person get hurt. I mean come on! This is a 52 year old man we are talking about. I am not going to go into what I disagreed with him about, but the fact that he agreed with me and then went behind my back and bashed me to others has pissed me off. So, that is mature? Not bloodly likely.
Oh what the hell, I will tell you what the problem is. Wayne likes to have control over women and intentionally picks women that are mentally slow, child-like to control then he uses them and throws them out. He also uses the fact that he is blind as an excuse for this. Many of our acquaintances through Wayne are blind, but none chose to live in filth, none use it as an excuse to abuse people. In fact, they all told him the same thing.. that he has really changed and the things he is doing now are just wrong! But yet I am the bitch. I never even talked to him about this rudely.. and I mentioned it to him, not in front of others. Oh well. I am a bitch. Damned right.
A study in Wisconsin showed that the kind of male face a woman finds attractive can differ - depending on where a woman is in her menstrual cycle.
For instance: If she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features; and if she is menstruating, she is more prone to be attracted to a man with scissors shoved in his temple and a bat jammed up his ass.
Here in Canada, you can have a DirecTV satellite dish, and make your own cards. I love this because I can see what is happening back home and everyone knows that American programming is much better than what you pay for here in Canada. Don't get me wrong, we get all the regular shows on Canadian TV, just at goofy times and some things cannot be broadcasted in the same season as they appear in the States.
My card went down last night (hashed is the word) and I spent all day looking for a good .bin. Finally found one and at least I have t.v., but no locals. I cannot figure out how the heck to add the locals. I have followed every guide, tutorial and direct instruction that I could but still nothing. I just want the WB and UPN. Frustrating. I have no problem getting the nudie channels to work, but that is not what I am going for.
Guess I will try to find some more help. Someone has got to be able to figure this out.
Yeah, I just growled. I am so frustrated that I could go on growling for an hour. I love Chris, let me say that straight out, but he is driving me crazy!! Wait, is that not what men are supposed to do?
Anyway, he offered (this in itself is enough to shock me severly) to vacuum the living room. Although in another way, this pisses me off more since that means I still have all the other rooms to clean. When he does it, he handles it ass-backward and when he is done, it is only done half-assed and I end up having to vacuum it over and redo the things that should not have been messed with in the first place. Is it on purpose? Does this normally reasonable man go crazy everytime the word clean is used in his presence? Chris is a clean and neat guy for the most part, but when it comes to housework, I feel like I am living with an eternal teenager!! The excessive use of the word ass in this post is completely justified. Ok, ranting done. He better be ready for some really good snuggling tonight. Payback will be my cold feet on him as soon as his drifts off to sleep.
Dana Hawkins was my bully. She terrorized me throughout my first year at DuPont Junior High. I wonder often if she even remembers the pain that she inflicted upon me.
It all started when I was a "rookie". Being a "rookie" simply meant that you were in the 8th grade of a two year junior high school. It was no secret that the 9th graders were less than welcoming, selling "elevator passes" to the naive rookies when the school had no elevators. I was not in the very popular crowd. I played sports, but I always hung out with an odd group, somewhat an outcast due to being a bit wild, and enrolled in the Gifted Program. Dana Hawkins was a tall, thin, intimidating girl who hung around with the rougher "redneck" crowd. Our crowds did not mingle, but we never had problems... until Toby.
I was only 13, but I had developed early and could easily pass for 16. I never was without the attention of the hormone-enraged boys, and had my pick. I picked Toby Johnston. He was 16, and lived in my neighborhood. He was the cool older boy that every girl wanted, and I thought that I was lucky enough to get. He had sandy hair and big brown doe eyes. He always had a nice thing to say, and he was a bit on the wild side and a troublemaker, but that "bad boy" image only added to my attraction to him. We started hanging out in the unfinished houses that were being built in our booming community. He had a joint one day, and it was my first experiment with marijuana. I can remember waiting, not feeling anything, then all of a sudden, I felt as if I was in a bubble. We laughed for the longest time at the trees which seemed to be hugging. We kissed.
Somewhere, about a mile away, was Miranda, the girl he had broken up with to be with me. Little did I know, she had a best friend. That best friend was Dana.
Boarding the bus the next day, Toby had waited with me, before heading to his classes at the high school. Dana and Miranda gave me the most evil looks that a young teenager could have imagined. Dana called me "Buzzard". I still have no idea why, but it stuck for a while. In the halls, I would be shoved, the books knocked out of my hands. They were on the school newspaper, and in the "Messages" area, they put messages such as "Danielle B: Keep looking over your shoulder" and "Buzzards are dirty birds". My parents contacted the school about that, but nothing was done. This was long before Columbine, and bullies we just considered a part of growing up. I started carrying a small knife to school, just in case. I knew that I could hold my own in any one on one battle, but I was not foolish enough to believe that she would ever attack me without the back-up of the rest of the boot-wearing mob. I just continued to endure constant harrassment until one day she was at my bus stop after school. Someone had given her a ride so that she and the other four girls that had joined her, could beat me once and for all. The one thing that she did not count on is that I could get off at the next stop, and be just as close to my house. Better yet, I would be right at the house where I babysat every weekend, and I knew they would be home since they were musicians. I calmly waited until the next stop came, and I heard them squealing tires all the way down the suburban block. By the time they got there, I had already struck up a conversation with the father of the little boy I babysat. I could tell they were livid.
All year this continued. Long after Toby had moved away and was little more than a fond memory. I am not sure how I made it through, but I did. I know that by the time that the next year was over with, and I had started high school, Dana had gotten pregnant and dropped out of school. I heard through some friends that when I was days away from graduating, she had already had three children, all out of wedlock, with three different men. That summer, as I was preparing to head off to college, she, her kids, and another dirty looking woman came through the McDonald's drive thru where I had worked since I was 15. I gave them their food, thinking that maturity should have hit her as it had me. As they drove off, they yelled....
BUZZARD!!
This time, I smiled. Karma is a bitch. There she was, in her prime, with three kids, a beat up car, living in a singlewide trailer in North Florida. No job, etc. And I was just starting to explore one of the greatest times of my life.
Here in Canada, Thanksgiving is Monday. It is the same day as Columbus Day back in the States. I cannot get used to having Thanksgiving in October, but this year we are celebrating both days. Chris and I have arranged for both of us to be home on "the real" Thanksgiving next month, and since his mom is in Europe right now, we will celebrate with her then. Monday we are just having a small 10 pound turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, acorn/pepper squash, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, gravy, and pumpkin pie. The bird is thawing in the fridge as I write this.
The trees are just starting to change colors. One mape tree has become a brilliant red much earlier than the rest. I actually could smell the autumn in the air the other day. It really smells great and took me back to my childhood. Memories of raking the leaves and jumping in the piles. I really do miss my family at this time of year, but with this wonderful internet, I am only a few keystrokes and a cam and microphone away.
Ok, I finally did download Mozilla and this layout works ok. Does not look as good as it does in IE, but it works. YAY! Now I can get back to my regular routine of blogging. Please be patient because I am working on updating the rest of my site to match. I kind of like the new layout actually. Might tweak in here and there but NO MORE MAJOR CHANGES!
