July 30, 2004

Amen - brother.

This was sent to me by a good friend. He always sends me stuff about the our troops, the war and President Bush - with whom we love.

But this struck me and felt a need to post it.

All I can say about this is BRAVO!


Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we continue
to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that
came to live in America because it is the Country of Choice??? Think about
it . . .

All I have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS? I
celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't celebrated by everyone, we can no
longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings. It's not
Christmas vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how this winter
break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday? We've gone so far the other
way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone, that I am now being
offended. But it seems that no one has a problem with that.

This says it all!

This is an editorial written by an American citizen, published in a Tampa
newspaper. He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!


I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we
are offending some individual or their culture.
Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in
patriotism by the majority of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks
had barely settled
when the "politically correct"crowd began complaining about
the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge
against anyone who is seeking a better life
by coming to America.
Our population is almost entirely made up
of descendants of immigrants.
However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our
country, and apparently some born here, need to understand.
This idea of America being a multicultural community
has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity.
As Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language
and our own lifestyle.
This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and
victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom

We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese,
Russian, or any other language.
Therefore, if you wish to become part
of our society, learn the language!

"In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right
wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because God-fearing men and
women, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented.
It is certainly appropriate to display that motto on the walls of our
If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world
as your new home, because God is part of our culture.

If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you
should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are
happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't
care how you did things where you came from.
This is OUR COUNTRY,our land, and our lifestyle.
Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion
and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But once you are done
complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our national
motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one
other great American freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.

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July 26, 2004

Blogger Bowl 2004

I am officially Jim at the Snooze's Cheerleader for Blogger Bowl 2004.

So Cheer for my Blogdaddy!!!!

Rah rah rah!!!!

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Me So horny

So...my assistant and I went out on Friday for my birthday and had a girls night out. She treated me to a great Mexican dinner and then out to a bar called "Howl at the Moon". It was my first time there and I was very eager to see what all the hype was about.

You see....this bar is unique in a way- that there are two pianos on a stage and on each end are singers. You write down requests on a napkin and literally throw it on the stage. Providing you know the words - you (the patrons) are to sing along. And if you don't and they see that youíre not singing they will 1. call you on the stage and make fun of you or 2. call you a bitch, slut and whore with a spot light on you. Fun stuff. My assistant behind my back somehow told them it was my birthday and they called me on stage. One would think that they'd sing happy birthday. Nope not them. They sang "Let's get drunk and screw". Again, fun stuff.

After awhile went to another club which is on the lake (Erie). By the time we arrived everyone including us were pretty much lit.

When the mens folk saw that fresh meat just strolled in they swarmed us like nobody's bidness. Now I'm not bragging at all because you could have three eyeballs and the guys would still swarm. That's how drunk/horny people get.

It's almost like you can't go to a bar anymore without some drooling, 22 year old frat boy trying to get in your pants. I mean you can't go anywhere and have drinks and dance. Unless you go somewhere that is 50 and over. Jeesh.

And God forbid you tell them youíre married - they look at you like that third eyeball just popped out. The classic line I got all night was "well...if youíre married then why are you here?" Like, I should be locked up in my basement or something. I'm sorry that I gave you all the idea that you had some remote chance with me. But, even if I werenít married, it would take more than a drink to get into my goodies. Ya know what I mean? You'd have to a least have beamer or a boat. A full head of hair and be in some sort of good physical shape (Built). (Yes...I'm talking to you fat tub of shit) Iím not materialistic like that or vain for that matter. But, when you look like you just strolled out of bed and have breath like you ate salami and your going to give me shit because Iím married Ė well you need to be bitch slapped and hard.

There are about 4 different types of guys in those kinds of bars.

1. The geekiest of geeks - Who have the biggest balls known to man Ė because they wonít think twice to go up to a nice looking girl and ask them to dance. Those guys I give credit to. But are looking to be de-virginized.

2. The Rico Suave guys Ė who wear sunglasses at night. Tan and look like they just jumped out of a GQ mag. No thanks dude. Not my type. Theyíre looking for one thing and one thing only.

3. The College guys Ė (I had about 6 of emí sittiní behind me at the first bar and wanted to kill them) These guysÖyell, scream, hoot and howl. They high five each other and are pretty much morons. Again only looking for a lay.

4. Nice guys Ė Few and far between. I ran into a couple that night. After the initial shock of me being let out of my cage for a few hours. We all got to know each other and had a pleasant conversation. We exchanged business cards with a future sale on the line (both ways) we toasted to my b-day and went on our way. However they still had one thing on their mind.

Is it me or are guys just horny little boys? With one thing on their mind?

I gotta goÖ.my husband found out I broke the ball and chain to write this. Back down to the basement.

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July 23, 2004

Show Me Yours & I'll Show You Mine....

When youíre talking on the phone with someone youíve never met Ė do wonder what they look like? Or even other bloggers who donít have their pictures up on their site. Do you have an instant image of what youíd think they look like? I do it all the time. It consumes me. Yes..I know I need a life. I spend half of my time trying to find out if they have photos of themselves in their ďRead about meĒ or their ď100 things about meĒ sidebar. Itís the first thing I do when I go to someoneís webpage. Iím such a visual person that it drives me crazy not to put a face with the person Iíve become aquanted with.

I get a mental image of that person. How he/she is on a normal everyday basis. I find often that Iím wrong.

I have a few mental images of my fellow bloggers Ė those of you who donít have their pictures up. Tell me if Iím wrong.

Simon Ė brown hair, brown eyes

Robert Ė brown hair, brown eyesÖ

Ted - brown hair, brown eyes

Blogdaddy (Jim) - brown hair, brown eyes

Clancy - brown hair, brown eyes

Pixy - brown hair, brown eyes

Kaetchen - brown hair, brown eyes

Ilyka - brown hair, brown eyes

Iím sure Iím way off. If I am then prove it! But, I understand that most of would like to remain anonymous. Thatís fine. Drive me crazy!

Or is this all a blogger faux pas and Iíll be banned from the blogging world.


To be fair here's a picture of me.

View image

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July 20, 2004


I actually had an eventful week last week.

Last Monday I was officially baptized & confirmed Catholic. I had been attending the Catholic Church for about 18 years and decided to go for it. With a little push from my husbands cousin who asked me to be her sons Godmother.

I had never been baptized before soÖthis was a big deal to me. It felt good to finally get dunkedÖ.. My slate has been wiped clean. Yes it hasÖ.shut up all of you! It has too. I am sin free. Or I was for about 24 hours. Then, I screamed the G.D. word and it went down hill from there. Now Iím back to goiní to hell.

Can I ask one question though? Why doesnít anyone ever talk about the host? You know the Body of Christ? Is that in some rule book that itís not allowed.

Now mind you that I went through classes for my daughters first Communion a few years ago and she has been receiving it for sometime. Not a peep. Not one word.

Do you know where Iím going with this? Now I have been in anticipation for as long as I can remember as to what that one little wafer would taste like.

Ooohh. I bet it tastes like a cracker but less salty.

I wondered the texture, the flavor Ö.just about everything. When it finally came time to receive my Holy First Communion I was absolutely stunned.

Do you know what it tasted like? Oh Iím sure you do you heathens. You never thought to talk about it though, did you? It tasted like Styrofoam. Styrofoam that melted in about 3 seconds. Styrofoam that finally shrunk down into a tiny little spit ball. I felt like I did when I was in the 3rd grade wanting to spit it up at the ceiling of the girls bathroom. (yeah girls did that too) Ė WowÖI was ripped off. All these years of wondering. They couldnít do anything better with these things. I mean this is the Body Of Christ. For God Sake. Stunned I tell ya Östunned.

So I'm going to invent Chocolate Bodies of Christ. Or Strawberry. Maybe Banana.

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July 16, 2004


Today is my birthday.

I'm 34.

I remember my mom being 34. I thought that that was old.

What age is defined middle age? Is it 35? Or is it 45?

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July 13, 2004

I'm Ok We're Ok

It turned out to be a really good weekend. Only after my husband & I had a heart to heart talk. We got over some big hurdles. We actually talked about how we are hurting each other. How much we both don't want to be lonely. How much he truley loves me and I him. That we have worked so hard for so long to build a foundation for our family, home and relationship - we don't want to throw it away. He cried. I cried. We hugged and we kissed.

We kissed like were in love. It was fantastic. I feel rejuvinated. I feel like there is hope.

That was Saturday morning. He left in the after noon to go to a card show with his friend. I stayed home to clean and redo my sons bedroom. Five hours later he came home. I had just finished. I walked past him and noticed he had glitter on his face. Glitter.

Turns out that my dearest went to a titty bar to top the day off. (Which in normal circumstances I could care less. He's a grown up. Do what you want) But the day of all days to do it is when we reconcile our marriage? Needless to say I was pissed. I took a shower. Blew dry my hair. Got dressed and drove off. That night I stayed at a hotel. I just thought if I saw that mans face for one second - I'd probably hurt him or die trying.

So...I bought a jug o wine. Ate Chipotle and got drunk by myself in my own little room in my own little world. Can I just say that ....man was it nice.

No one to ask me for a drink or something to do for them. Just me.

I went home early that morning and I didn't say a damn thing about what happened. It's over. It's done and he knew I meant business. It turned out we actually had a nice day. We went to the Indians Game, had lunch and went to the drive in. (Saw Spiderman) Good movie. The kids liked it. So all in all everthing has worked itself out and I feel good.

Thanks everyone for caring and for the advice.

P.S. Spidermans girl neighbor looks identical to my assistant. That is what I have to live with. She's a twig. Ugh.

P.P.S. 3 more days until my birfday!

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July 08, 2004


Looking back at one of my entries - I started thinking about the loneliness that holds itself with in me. Why it has etched it's way into the very depths of my soul. Why do I feel alone in a house full of people? Is it not enough that I have my family?

My heart aches for true kindness, I guess. Searching for someone to give me unconditional love. I want to have someone in my life that doesn't have an ulterior motive. Who doesnít want something from me.

James seems to think that Iím going through a midlife crisis. I just may be.

I do wonder what else is out there. I know that the grass isnít greener on the other side. I realize that. But, what if there was someone who loves me for me. Not loves me for the continuous chores I do. Somewhere along the way I lost me.

At home Ė Iím a completely different person than I am at work or out and about. At home my personality shuts down. I have no feelings when I get there. Completely numb. Completely empty.

Sometimes I just want to sit and cry. Where is the Tiffani that used to be so in control. Where did the Tiffani go that was so happy that when she would burst into a room everyones face would light up.

Where am I?

Where did I go?

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July 02, 2004

101 things you need to know about me

Here is my 100 things about me Ė Not sure if I can get that far but weíll see.

1. Iím 33
2. Iíll be 34 on the 16th of July
3. I have 2 kids
4. Iím unhappily married
5. Heís oblivious
6. I have 2 brothers and 3 sisters
7. My youngest sister is 12
8. Sheís my dads daughter
9. I was his only child for 22 years
10. My oldest sister is homeless with 6 kids
11. My oldest brother is a dentist
12. My other sister lives in Hawaii
13. I was born and raised in San Diego
14. I also lived in New Mexico and Kansas for 6mo. each
15. That was hell
16. I attended 2 elementary schools, 3 middle schools, 2 high schools
17. That was hell.
18. I survived and it made the strong woman I am today
19. I have one best friend who knows every single dark secret
20. I know hers
21. I met her when I was 18
22. I love her
23. When I was 18 I was bitten on the nose by a German Shepard
24. I had to have plastic surgery. Can you say hamburger meat?
25. I sued them
26. I won $36K. A thousand dollars for every stitch I had
27. They filed bankruptcy
28. I never saw a dime
29. I have a big mouth Ė when I get to know you
30. Iím shy other wise
31. Iím only 5í2Ē
32. I love sex
33. I donít get much
34. My favorite movies are Forrest Gump, Stripes, All 80ís movies
35. My favorite T.V. shows are anything forensic- I also love anything on A&E
36. If I could do it all over again Ė Iíd like to perform autopsies for a career
37. Iím fascinated with stuff like that
38. I love to read. Anything
39. I hate grocery shopping
40. Iíd rather clean toilets
41. If I could I would have sex with Charlie Sheen (bad boy), Matthew McConahay I know itís not going to happen Ė a woman can dream canít she?
42. I have a cat Motley
43. A ferret Becca
44. a bird ( I hate birds)
45. When I was a kid I was the one who brought home the strays.
46. Iíve had at one time two cats, a dog, bunny, lizard, rats and mice
47. My mother didnít appreciate that
48. My mother is a manic depressive person
49. My dads an alcoholic
50. I think Iím normal
51. I never admit that Iím wrong
52. Itís a weakness
53. I am almost always right
54. Kidding
55. I didnít get my driverís license until I was 21
56. I am completely stupid when it comes to driving directions
57. I love selling
58. I love to make people happy
59. Sometimes thatís a detriment
60. I cry at commercials
61. I cry at movies
62. My daughter always checks on me to see if Iím crying during a movie
63. Itís embarrassing
64. I canít help it
65. I love Sammy Hagar
66. I went to a concert 2 years ago and was on stage Ė He kissed me tongue and all
67. He was really sweaty
68. Iím an exhibitionist
69. When the kids arenít home I like walking around naked
70. No lie
71. My favorite color is black
72. I love the smell of rain on the pavement
73. I like men that have dark hair, tan and nice bodies (who doesnít right?)
74. I donít like blonds Öexcept Matthew
75. If I were to turn lesbian (not that they turn or anything) I would want to be with Cathrine Zeta Jones.
76. She my dear friends is Hot
77. I would be a lesbian for her any day
78. I think Iím going to go to hell
79. I have a lot of skeletons in my closet.
80. a lot
81. too many
82. Iím trying to redeem myself
83. Iím studying to be Catholic
84. Iíve been a parishioner for 16 years
85. I was asked to be a God mother a month ago
86. I need a baptismal certificate
87. Because the Idiot priest will not let me be God mother any other way
88. I was never Baptised
89. I will be next Friday
90. I still think Iím going to hell though
91. Iím not a kid person
92. I love mine but thatís it
93. I love Football & Boxing
94. I like baseball
95. I tolerate basketball
96. I absolutely hate Nascar
97. Iíd rather watch golfing
98. I am reaching hereÖ..struggling
99. I donít exercise ever
100. I donít like to sweat
101. Iím a girly girl

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