You know that moment when you stare at the empty ‘post’ field on your dashboard and think, “Gee, I wish I could think of something clever to write about”?

Well, I’m totally there.

So, here I sit, trying to think of something to entertain the masses.

(And by ‘masses’, I mean all three of my regular readers.)

(Hi there you three!!)

As I’m staring at my notoriously messy desk, I’ve decided that I am going to show you that I can be a neat freak.

And, by ’show you’, of course, I mean ‘list for you in typed form’.

Oh yes.

It is true.

I am going to itemize the contents of my spotless purse for you.

You’re excited, eh?

Well, hold on to your seats, my three readers… its going to be one heck of a journey!

1. Two checkbooks. My personal account and Tom’s and my joint account.

2. 3 ballpoint pens, two blue and one black.

3. 1 keyring with keys to Tom’s van and my mother’s house.

4. 1 keyring with keys to my car and our house.

5. My wallet, containing nothing except what is to remain in a wallet – like business cards, credit cards, ID, etc.

6. My cellphone

… uh, the further I get into this, I’ve come to realize that I’ve not cleaned out my purse in a week or so. Damn it, I was trying to impress you all!! Too bad I’m an honest person …

And yet I continue:

6. a travel hairbrush that pops apart each time I attempt to use it, yet I do not replace it.

7. an inhaler that I no longer use, but feel the need to carry with me, just in case.

8. A Pamprin pill bottle that also contains Alieve and Pepto pills, just in case.

9. My sister’s bluetooth headset that she let me borrow that I’ve only used twice. But, I keep it in my purse so I have the ability to be ‘hands free’ in the car. You know … just in case (see a theme here?).

10. chapstick

11. rewetting drops for contacts, which I hardly ever wear, at all.

12. One girlie product, cuz you can never be too sure.

13. Two new redbox movies: Hack and Bee Movie.

14. The receipt to Guitar Hero and the PS2.

15. The receipt for my oil change that didn’t make the check engine light go off.

16. my handwritten directions to the neighboring County Health Department so they could test me about proper food handling techniques, charge me $15 and give me a paper card that keeps me from being fined while working in the food service industry … or as I like to call it, a complete waste of my time.

17. A paycheck stub.

18. The receipt from my grocery shopping today, with a coupon the cashier gave me for Carnation Instant Breakfast, which is the only thing that Tom likes to drink when taking all of his medications.

Okay. I think that’s it.

Which, I guess isn’t that bad, all things considering.

But, normally there is no spare paper in my purse. All those receipts are a nuisance , and get shredded as soon as I get home normally. But, alas, when I attempt to brag, they must be my demise!

Photos? Since I’m still bored:

more…

When my sister suggested that I purchase Guitar Hero, I kind of blew her off at first.

Don’t get me wrong, its a fun game and everything.  But, I’m so not a video game player.

And, uh, c’mon…  I mean, for those who aren’t following along here, Tom is a C-5 quadriplegic.

Tom hadn’t been a big ‘gamer’ before he got hurt.  He was actually just starting to find the entertainment in racing cars and blowing things up with our PlayStation2.  Tom and his son enjoyed teaming up to run faster through the levels of whichever game they were playing at the time.  But, obviously, the PS2 was set aside after the accident since fine motor skills were not likely to return.

Guitar Hero?

Must I remind everyone that Tom was a guitar player before the accident.

(Uh.  By the way, Tom was a guitar player before the accident.)

(And a damned good one.)

(And I’m not just saying that.)

So, my sister suggested the game, thinking that it would combine two things that Tom enjoyed together, and perhaps sneak in some exercise at the same time.

Aaaaah, a clever one, she is!  (I love speaking like Yoda, just so you know.)

I thought about it for a while after she brought it up.  I really didn’t want to bring this game home and sit it in front of him so he could stare at it and be upset.  I wanted him to be able to play.

I went over to my sister’s house to play Guitar Hero once more before making my decision about purchasing it.  Yes, yes… it was hands-on research.  And, of course it was fun.

But, more importantly, I came to the conclusion that this purchase would not be completely pointless.  My sister is right.  I could see how Tom may be able to play the game after some figuring and situating…

So, I bought it.  And, I brought it home.

And Tom looked at me like I was crazy.

Then I put the guitar in his hands and told him that I just wanted him to try, and to have fun.

And, he did.

I really think he might enjoy the game.

Of course, after trying to play one song, Tom’s arm muscles were already burning from their intense workout.  And the next day we didn’t even turn the game on, since his arms had not recovered completely yet.

Guitar Hero is one hell of a physical therapy session.

I think we’ll start with one song once a week for a while.  He’ll work his way up, hopefully.

Of course, in the mean time, I’m working on becoming a kick butt ROCKST*R!!!

… your regularly scheduled programming to announce:

The Box has arrived.

Repeat: The Box has arrived.

Rubber chickens are in hand and lip gloss has been applied.

More to come after these important messages from your Sponsors:

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(thats code for Sheila has to go to work, like, NOW. Will post more later.)

* Well, I don’t care either way.

* Bullets are what you’re getting.

* Except this template doesn’t like bullets.  They don’t show up.

* So, instead you’ll get astricks – which spell check isn’t helping me spell.

* I’ve always hated it when I don’t know how to spell a word and someone says, “Use the dictionary”.  Well, if I knew how to spell the word well enough to look it up in the dictionary, I wouldn’t need the dictionary to spell the word!

* My dad’s headstone has finally been finished and placed.  The main hold up was getting the carvings of the GTOs to look like GTOs.  Otherwise it would of been pointless to put cars on the headstone.

* If you feel the strong desire to look at the headstone, pictures are posted on my sister’s blog.  Oh, you don’t know who my sister is?  Wait, you know who my sister is, but don’t know where her blog is?  Hm.  Sucks to be you.

* Or, you know, you could ask.

* My sister let Tom and I borrow Guitar Hero tonight.  I think our PS2 isn’t going to work since its sooooooo old.  But, Tom held the guitar and should be able to work it for about a half a song before he has to lay it down on his table top to play.

* Anyone have a spare PS2 laying around?

* ‘The Box’ has still not arrived, Blue.  Please give your husband a hard time for me, kthx.

* I finally got the oil in my car changed, which did not make the check engine light go off.  Mark, my dad’s best friend, changed my spark plugs tonight.  That also didn’t make the light go off.  Mark used his fancy schmancy computer hookup thingee to read the error code, which is p1171.  Mass Air Filter, or something.  Mark said he thinks he can fix that.

* The top still doesn’t go down on my convertible.  This makes Tom and I sad.  If the top went down, we’re able to sit Tom in the passenger seat and go for nice drives together.  Its the only time he can see the world around him, since when riding in his wheelchair accessible van his chair sits up too tall to see out the windows.

* I want chocolate.  There is none here.  Send chocolate now plz.

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Okie Dokie Artichokie?

I’ve come to realize that I saw this meme around a long while ago. I saw it again as a myspace bulletin and decided to give it a go. Its not like I’ve got anything more pressing to blog about…

I’ve come to realize that my hair …..
makes other people jealous for some reason.

I’ve come to realize that this weekend….
will be pretty routine.

I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving….
I wish the top would go down on my convertible.

I’ve come to realize that I need…
to take better care of myself.

I’ve come to realize that I have lost…..
some of my ability to be compassionate.

I’ve come to realize that I hate it when…
people assume, although I find myself guilty of the same thing often!

I’ve come to realize that today is…
another day gone.

I’ve come to realize that money…
is a necessary evil.

I’ve come to realize that certain people…
will never be able to adjust.

I’ve come to realize that I’ll always be…
looking forwards and backwards at the same time.

I’ve come to realize that I have a crush on…
my boyfriend – yes, still.

I’ve come to realize that my mom…
has always done the best she could for her children.

I’ve come to realize that my cell phone is…
is unnecessarily attached to my body most of the time.

I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning…
that the routine had started over again.

I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep…
I went through my mental checklist of things to do before going to sleep.

I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking about..
increasing my medication levels a smidge.

I’ve come to realize that my dad…
was a big part of my life.

I’ve come to realize that my life…
is what I make of it.

I’ve come to realize that tonight…
I have a headache.

I’ve come to realize that tomorrow …
is a blessing.

I’ve come to realize that I really want to…
leave my mark on the world.