To Catch A Predator should be called “To Catch a Moron”

I absolutely LOVE the NBC show “Dateline – To Catch a Predator” series. I LOVE watching these PIGS show up with the intent of trying to get it on with what they believe is a CHILD. I LOVE watching these PIGS get put on the spot by that hottie, Chris Hanson, and ground into the carpet by his questions. Yes, people… they’re pigs. This 29 yr old says he knew it was a setup… it was too easy, he says. But he still shows up with lube, a video camera and movie. Sure, dude. No problem. Another one shows up with condoms, baby oil and a vibrator. WITH A 13 YR OLD, DUDE! PIG.

I love the ones who cry when they see the cops, too. Oh no, I’ve been caught. BooHoo. “Oh please, let me go – I promise I’ll NEVER DO THIS AGAIN”

Seriously, what does it say about a 44 yr old father of 3 who shows up thinking he’s gonna have sex with a 13 yr old.

There’s an equal amount of freaks out to get the teenage boys, which really hits home because my son is just 3 years younger than these “kids” that they have on here. My son doesn’t “chat” online, at all. He’s not even allowed on ebay, google, etc. without an adult presence. The only place he goes is to his educational websites – and I monitor him from other computers (BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOUUUUU.)

What scares me, though, is that so many other kids are able to do these things. They go to yahoo, aol, myspace, etc. and chat with these pigs. They’re doing it because they enjoy the attention. They enjoy having older guys think they’re appealing. Wanted. I can understand that. But still… these “Adults” … ick. Just ick.

Where ya been???

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4 Things about Me

Four things about me

Four Jobs I Have Had in My Life
1. Waitress. My parents owned a restaurant back “in the day” before I graduated high school, so I worked there. I liked it, enjoyed working with people.

2. Bookkeeper. One of my first jobs was as a bookkeeper in a law firm – really scary if you know me LOL

3. Secretary. This is what I did for the majority of my working career. Didn’t necessarily LOVE it, but it paid the bills.

4. Cashier. Done this a few times – I enjoy it, much for the same reasons I enjoyed being a waitress – I like working with people (just not necessarily FOR them). The hardest part of cashier is being on my feet for so long, so I try not to do that.

Four Movies I Watch Over and Over
1. Urban Cowboy

2. Grease

3. An American President
4. Pretty Woman

Four Places I Have Lived

1. Rhode Island

2. Tennessee

3. Alabama

4. New Hampshire

Four TV Shows I Love to Watch
1. Survivor

2. Desperate Housewives

3. Grey’s Anatomy

4. NCIS

Four Places I Have Been on Vacation
1. Caesar’s Resorts, Poconos, PA

2. Tennessee (although it’s not much of a vacation anymore)

3. Washington, D.C.

4. Maine (Old Orchard Beach)
Four of My Favorite Foods
1. Chocolate chip cookies

2. Tiramisu

3. Anything Italian

4. Spaghetti & meatballs (my own recipe, which isn’t necessarily italian)

Four Places I Would Like to Be Right Now
1. Somewhere warm and pretty, like the Bahamas

2. In Rhode Island, making sure my mom’s ok

3. Can’t think of anywhere else.
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It’s electrifying!

Yesterday was my first non-stress test. For those of you who don’t know/don’t care, a non-stress test is when you go to the hospital, and they strap a thingie onto your belly so that they can monitor your baby’s heartbeat. It prints out on a printer. Every time you feel the baby move, you’re supposed to push a button – this is (I believe) to indicate that yes, the baby moved and that’s why his/her heartrate went up. This, apparently, is a good thing.

So, yesterday was my first, and it was so cold, I decided to leave my youngest at home with her daddy. My oldest doesn’t like me going anywhere alone now (because 10 yr olds worry about their moms, ya know), so he came out in the negative temperatures with me, toting his really COOL gameboy advanced MICRO that his super-cool mom got him for Christmas.

The nurses all remembered me from nearly 4 years ago, when I gave birth to my youngest (they remember her very unique name, isn’t that cool?) and are all very sweet at this hospital – I love it there. She strapped me in, brought me some water and left us to non-stress. And it was just that – very non-stressing. Me, lying quietly, concentrating on the newest one’s pokes, prods and wiggles. My dear son sitting there telling me about his game (god help me). Well, first, the baby gets the hiccups and I’m left to try to figure out if I should hit the button every time I feel a hiccup – but almost as soon as they start, the baby moved out of position, so the heartbeat couldn’t record anyways. I sent my son in search of the nurse. She came in, assured me about not counting the hiccups, and repositioned the thingie.

Back to non-stressing. All was quiet except for the whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat. Then, suddenly, ALL was quiet – no whoosh-whoosh. The machine had turned off. Well, what the hell. Send son out to find the nurse. In the meantime, I smell smoke… specifically, wires burning. Uhoh. Son comes back in, I send him back out – tell her I Smell Smoke. She comes in quickly. She *sees* the smoke. LOL Turns out, we’ve burnt out the machine. Never did it occur to me to TAKE THE THINGIE OFF MY BELLy, of course. LOL Nah, that’d have been using my head, which, I apparently can’t do effectively lately.

So, I have no idea how much those things cost, but our hospital is less one today LOL She, of course, assured me that we had nothing to do with it… but still, ……… wow! LOL

timing is everything!

Last night, as hubby and I lay entwined in each other’s arms, some major heavy breathing taking place (I’m trying to keep this a non-passworded post, people – bear with me), I’d just whispered to him “do you want to ***k me?”

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and there came a knock at the door. *tap tap tap* (me) what? (10 yr old) “mom- can I come in?”

It seems the butter from the popcorn that his sister had insisted on had bothered his stomach. 3 minutes and a 1/2 a rolaids later, he was back in bed, and I had my hands and mouth full.

Timing …. my kids have the BEST. LOL

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sleep is highly overrated

So, I was up at 2am because my beautiful little blonde haired girl wanted to come sleep with me because, as she states “I like you, mommy”. How can one say no to this? I did. I said “hey, let’s go sleep in your room!” and followed her back to her room, snuggled up to her and tried to warm her up because her brother had left the window cracked open. It was -7 degrees out. I’m thinking… we don’t need THAT MUCH fresh air. And the beautiful little blonde haired girl does not wear pj’s – nightgowns – or anythign resembling clothing to bed. She absolutely, resolutely refuses. I’m lucky to get a diaper on her (it’s the ONLY ONE she wears all day, so don’t go there), and she’s always been like that. She likes it cool. I keep the thermostat at 65 at night, and we all seem to sleep better. Except when certain 10 yr olds go to bed WITH THE WINDOW OPEN. So anyways, after she drifted back to sleep, I went back to my bed, where I lay there for an hour, decidedly not sleeping. I finally got up, grabbed my laptop and came downstairs. I grabbed the other half of the sandwich I’d made at 10pm, some doritos … because what is turkey without doritos, and parked my ass on the couch for the next 2-1/2 hours surfing blogs, adding a few little things here and there to mine. Decidedly not sleeping.

Finally at 5:30, I made my way back upstairs, and finally went back to sleep. Until 7:30, when I got up to pee and realized my hubby wasn’ t going to make his thermos of something hot to drink because it’s so fucking cold in his office. So I did that. While doing that, realized how HUNGRY I was.. made a bagel and some cocoa. Hubby left, and I parked my ass on the couch, yet again, and here I am. Twiddling my friggin thumbs.

I do like to check my stats on my blogs, and found that you all are finding me through some truly bizarre ways. LOL

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I wonder how many folks get to my blog by using one of these search terms and find themselves completely disappointed. I’m guessing quite a few judging by the absolute lack of commenting going on. Ah well Can’t please everyone, I suppose.

I had a rough day yesterday. It was like I was inexplicably infused with an extra dose of pregnancy hormones yesterday morning. And this wasn’t a good thing. I woke up feeling all sorts of aches & pains in my general baby area, which made me nervous and anxious and other -ous words. My children were rather rambunctious, my mother was on the phone *miserable*, and I didn’t know what to DO with myself. I finally decided to park my ass, and did so, only to find myself crying at a news story about a local(ish) woman who finally died after being in critical condition for 2 weeks following a head-on collision with a DOLT in which her unborn child had been killed that day. This 27 yr old woman was on her way to work, and that was it. Lights out. She leaves behind 2 little boys and a husband, and this just hurt me So much. They’ve set up a fund for them, and I’m going to donate just to assuage my own feelings of sorrow. The DOLT in question had been having back pain (welcome to my world, bitch) and was trying to adjust her seat, while driving – and crossed the center lane and hit this woman’s car head on.

Anyways, the later, when my mother called back to check in and let me know how she made out at her dr., I found myself crying AGAIN, mainly because I HATE TO CRY and didn’t know WHY I was crying. Overall, it should have been a good day, dammit. Hubby got hired permanently at a job he’d been temping at for the last 6 months last week, and yesterday was payday. Ya know, just that in itself should make it a good day (with a $2.50/hr raise, hell yeah!) But Noooooo, I cry. Oh, and did I mention the blog posting I made on my Baby Blog yesterday at 3am, about how long distance relationships SUCK – that had me blah all day too. GAWD, do I hate these hormones!!! Hell, they’re not even getting me laid! The last we had any kind of quiet time (my euphamism for sex) was last week, which ended in the every 2 minute contractions. I think he’s scared now. LOL

Speaking of sex, though – I’m having our babysitter come sit for us next week and hubby & I are gonna go check into a hotel for our final … well, ok, not final, but last for several weeks/possibly months, little tryst. I had been planning this for months, but Ithink I’d forgotten to mention it to him, because last night when I did, he was like “uhhh… but can she (the babysitter) stay late?” We don’t plan on staying overnight- but just having those nice, ALL TO OURSELVES hours will be nice, I think… and I’ve made it plain & clear to him that I EXPECT GOOD SEX, dammit. No pressure, huh?

ok, so this post has made no sense, but hey, it’s an update anyways

testing

As a sidenote, I totally need something else to do at 4am. Ok people???

this is kinda nice

As you may or may not remember, I homeschool my son. I’ve done so since he was born, basically. He’s never attended a regular schoool, and that’s just fine for both of us. It hasn’t always been easy, but it’s definitely worth the effort, on both our parts.Last Spring, my next door neighbor mentioned he was taking his 5 yr old to kindergarten testing.I thought… hmmm, testing for kindergarten??? I asked what that entailed, and he said oh you know, they test them on shapes, colors, abcs, that sort of thing, just to get an idea of where he is.I thought wow… if kindergarden is all about abcs and shapes and colors, and that’s ALL, then umm… what are parents doing with their kids before that?

I bring this up because this weekend, I bought my daughter her first “homeschooler” workbook. This is for preschool, and she’s 3-1/2. She knows her colors. She knows her shapes. She can sing the ABCs and recognizes some numbers. She’s also knows her way around the PC better than my own dad does. Does this mean she’s ready for kindergarten now too?? If that’s the case, in another year and a half, when other parents of these ‘03 babies are readying their children to go to kindergarten, where will my daughter be on that learning curve? LOL “Algebra for the 5 yr old” maybe. lol Now this is NOT a smug, my kid is better than your kid post at all. My 10 yr old just started reading this past year. It was a long, arduous struggle that seemed to take forever. He still has problems with addition/subtraction in his head but LOVES things like geometry, fractions and now the times tables. So no, my kid isn’t doing algebra for the 10 yr old, but that’s not what this post is about either. I am just thinking it’s kinda nice that, without even really trying hard, these things are already instilled in my daughter – as they were with my son, but he was a little older. I’m asking an genuine question to my readers, although as in times past, I know better than to expect *any* answers… but what did/does your 3-4 year old do? Does he/she know this stuff? Would they be bored, as mine apparently already is, with these worksheets asking her to color in just the squares, etc.? Now, I KNOW she’s not a baby genius LOL I just wonder, where is she on the developmental curve along with others her age. Oh, and does he/she use words like “actually”? LOL

someone please gouge my eyes out

This is an actual email I received today, as a member of a Freecycle mailing list.

“hi i have a list of items im looking for hope someone out there can help

smaller table and chairs for a camp

fish tanks for fish or leaky ones for reptiles

drag to pull behind 2 wheel drive atv to leval / make a lawn

tv with the 3 plugs for vedio games

bigger lawn tractor frame with good mower deck i got the engine i have a 16
horse bottom shaft twin cylinder

wheels whieldshield and passanger side tail lights for 1995 t bird

reptiles babie iguanas , empoir scorpians, geckoes ,bearded dragons, what
have u just let me know

chaine saw parts i try to get enought to put together running saws don’t
matter if are just dead saws or pieces

trailer frame to make a utility trailer to haul two atv’s

polaris atv’s for rebuilding or parts”

Never mind that he’s apparently looking for EVERYTHING for nothing, but seriously, people – if you can’t spell video game… you shouldn’t be playing them… or perhaps you’ve spent TOO MUCH TIME playing them. Yes, I know this makes me sound snobbish, but the senseless slaughtering of the English language DRIVES ME BUGGY!!

Now, back to your regular programming…