Buffalo got hit with a NASTY storm last thursday. I mean, bad. So, thursday is payday for us, and we were off cruisin the town, stoppin at Wallyworld and whatnot. When we got back into our neighborhood, we were AMAZED! Trees falling down EVERYWHERE! Our trees were all in full leaf, and we got hit with some wet, heavy snow. So we cruised around our neighborhood for about an hour and a half looking at the damage, then decided to go home. To our surprise, we couldn't get to our house... there was a massive tree, on top of a car, in the middle of the road. So we drove around the block the OTHER way, and got home.

Well, I started to put everything away and get laundry going... as I'm in my basement, the power cuts out. I yell up to hubby, he says "Whoa, I know"... the kiddo is screaming... Luckily, I have my handy-dandy lighter/laser pointer combo and maneuver my way around laundry baskets to upstairs.

Here's the kicker. We have an electric start furnace. And no insulation. And an 8 foot, thin, glass window on the front of our house. Yea. It was gonna be cold. We decided to hole up at Hubby's grammas. So, as I packed some basic neccessities for us, he shoveled the driveway so we could get out. Then, I hear a big CRACK, and watch as a tree damn near hits my husband. Fantastic.

Anyhow, we were there for a week and a half!

I apologize for the temporary hiatus, I've been busy packing up my house. Moving on the 1st!

Anyhow, you ever notice that when you're packing, you find the most OBSCURE shit you never knew you had anymore? Stuff you thought you got rid of long ago? Well, I keep finding the crap. Which leads me to believe that in multiple places in my house, there are black holes. Portals through which crap flow. Set something down over a black hole, and instantaneously it transports itself to another area of the house, never to be seen again until you move.

I also think that crap ENTERS my house through portals. I've been finding crap that I didn't buy, borrow or received as a gift all over my house. I don't know how it got into my house, I don't know where it came from, but it's here, and I don't want it. Fuckin portals.

Anyhow, I'm workin on settin up the newest blog of mine: Stupidity of Buffalo. Stay tuned, it should be up within a week.

On the next episode of The Red Chronicles: More Random Crap from the Mind of the Red. Stay Tuned!

One of my favorite past times!
Some folks bird watch, some whale watch. I prefer to people watch. On many occassions, the hubster and I have gone to a local carnival or the mall, to sit on a bench and watch the crowd.
I've seen some very interesting walks of life in this pasttime;
- The group of geriatric assless-chaps at the Blue Oyster Cult concert.
- The over-tanned, wearing-every-trend-at-the-same-time Nicole Richie Wannabes.
-The groups of overly-metrosexual males, all wearing the same outfit and talking on their cells.

You learn alot about a person by the way they dress to go out. Even more so by the way they carry themselves and speak to others. Some appear to think they're far more impressive than they actually are. Others appear to just not give a shit. I like to think I fall somewhere between those two cultures.

In any event, it's far more entertaining to watch the ignorant masses than it is to watch birds. You REALLY want to see what someone's like? Watch them in a massive crowd at the mall, trying desperately to get that greasy pretzel in their mouth while pawing through expensive clothes. You'll see a lot more impatient, cold, uncaring people than you will their opposite. It's great... just wait until you pack 500 of those nuts into a tiny store with a SALE sign: then the entertainment begins!

Still ironing out some kinks. New to extensive HTML, but I'm gettin the hang of it pretty darn quick. Damn pre-made skins that don't friggin work.

Anyhow, almost done with the kinkage. Stay tuned.

I'll keep this short and sweet:

Dear Love;
It is incredibly difficult to conceive a child when you keep falling asleep.
It is also incredibly difficult to not punch you in the face when you complain to your "boys" about "not gettin any".
You're not gettin any because you fall asleep.
Quit playing me off as the prude and sex-witholding wife.
If this keeps up, I'll have to impregnate myself with some lubriderm-extraction and turkey-baster-insertion.

Sincerely,
Your (Horny) Wife

P.S. You have 4 more days of "ideal conception time". Screw it up and I will kill you.

Design Changes. In the middle of 'em. Bear with me, the kinks will get figured out. 'Til then, find something else to do.

I am unaware of when it became protocal to publicly display one's "importance". All I know is that this trend needs to go. Before I lost the last shred of patience I have and violently jab someone's cellphone into their ear canal. Because, honestly folks, that's what it feels like is happening when I'm forced to listen to your ridiculous conversations. In line at the store, while dining out, Christ, I can even hear you loudly jabbering away while in my car at the red light. ENOUGH!

I am sick of seeing people think that by having a cell, they are automatically important. So important that it is neccessary to answer said phone every time it rings, every five flippin minutes, to explain how you're just SOOO busy at Target, shopping for some new gym clothes. Because, yea, I can see how important it is to fill in your child's third-best-friend's mom's sister's cousin about your new purchase. JUST SHUT UP.

Secondly, don't use your phone to try to impress anyone. We all have phones. We all know that you can use them to call super great people. Unless you have a piece that can do laundry or print money, don't think anything you do or anyone you talk to will impress me. Stop answering the damn thing, making sure to wave it all over the damn place, until you're certain everyone in a 3 mile radius has seen your frickin space-age technology. PUT IT AWAY.

Related to that topic; your cell phone isn't an accessory. Keep your bluetooth out of your ear when you aren't speaking on the phone. Keep your phone off your belt unless you have a job that necessitates it. I can't tell you how ridiculously sick I am of seeing every third person with a F&%#ing bluetooth in their ear at all times. Dude, you look like a NASA controller. Is it that important that you need to wear it while toilet-paper shopping at Walmart? You look like an ass.

Maybe it's just me. I don't have a cell. Don't get me wrong, I've had a few, with a few different providers. I cannot STAND them. I don't like having an electronic leash, which is what they are, in essence. I don't WANT to be found when I'm shopping, eating, or just plain OUT. If you're important enough, you'll know where I'm going before I get there. If you don't know why I'm not home, obviously I don't want you to know where I am. Leave a freakin message on my freakin answering machine at home, and if I feel like it, I'll call you back.

I just can't understand this urgent desire for importance. Why does everybody and their mother need to feel important to everyone else and their mother? I don't want to be important. Know why? Important people are busy. I'm busy enough, thanks, I don't need any added shit on my plate. Leave me out of it. I want free time, not importance. I would figure more people would want free time, but what do I know? I'm just the girl with common sense, fighting the idiocy in Buffalo.

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So, yea, design changes coming shortly. Not that anyone's readin yet, but you know.