Pull Me

Hmm....My chickas like to make me paranoid. So tonight looking my snazziest rockin my Oklahoma jersey and my unintentionally skinny jeans I feel the presence of a rival gang member behind me. My chickas got hookups and I don't fit in cause I don't got "Shiny Shoes".Yes! VB's finest gang it's the Po-Po riding a little too close behind my hotwheels. So I'm trying to eat my sandwich, drinking an energy drink, and blaring "I'm in Love wit a Stripper" with the glass rolled down I notice them in my "watch yo back viewer". I start to wonder has one of my chickas set me up for a "Pull yo shit over Yo"? Then I try my hardest not to drive like my usual ADHD self and I turn my music up and continue wit my "patrol roll" that's my lazy drivin style the not quite perfect driving school ettiquette not quite DUI qualification til I get right infront of work and as usual Po-Po's attention is diverted easily his home base right across the street from my homebase we part going our own separate ways HaHa I make my escape again. Or maybe he just wanted to finish hearing the rest of "I'm in Love wit a Stripper"?????? ADHD moment wouldn't it be funny if an officer pulled ya over on a traffic stop and walked up to the window with a can of Pepsi and a can of Coke and then said "Would you like to participate in the Pepsi Challenge?" or better yet walk up casually to the window with your screw up your savings account ticket book then look at the driver and say "OH SHIT" and take off running back to the car? That shit would be funny anyone wanna let me do a ride-along I swear I'll behave. :) Peace Out Ya'll

EA for an I

Everyone can be juvenile especially when it comes to revenge sometimes. If you grew up watching the Cosby show you and your husband may have forgiven each other, said a prayer and kissed each other goodnight afterwards but not on the Banks show. After waking up the other day to find that my ECPI dropout of an "insignificant" other deleted my entire I-tunes file one would understand if they know me why I would be so pissed. I had downloaded every CD I have ever collected since the time I was 8 years old onto that file and then sold off the hard copies. So as my act of revenge I deleted his entire memory card for his little football game on his PS3 great idea well until he chooses not to get his drink on and play football til right before I leave for work tonight. So yesterdays argument had already ended and we agreed to drop it or I mean he did since I was working the silent treatment angle while he was quarantined to the shed. Then right as I'm getting ready to head out the door for work I hear the NFL Madden PS3 startup and then realize I'm the one whose about to make a touchdown......then a very loud "MIZDAMEANOR"! rang out as I started running for my truck like winning the Marital Superbowl was my only goal in life! TOUCHDOWN! I win this game now for the season who knows but I'm hoping he gets traded to another team! That's right and EA-games for an I-tunes baby!

Training Day

I love the movie Training Day it will turn.....er....your life around. I love this movie cause Denzel was a bad ass cop and boy did he know how to have fun training. This is is my rookies training day evaluation.

Name: D.B. Rookie
Trainer: Mizdameanor B.

General Appearance: I got dressed today didn't I?
Attitude towards Career: Where's my paycheck? No really where is my paycheck?
Attention to duty: Huh? What hey look theres a chicken!
Decision making ability: Apparently none I filled out an application for this place!
Mental Status: Before or after you started training me?
Radio Ear: 10-4
Ability to talk, eat and wipe my own ass not in that specific order: check

Things to work on: red marker and want ads

10 Year Confiscation

In Pungo one of the only times you see all the locals head out to celebrate is when the carnival comes to town and no I don't mean my family reunions. It's the Pungo Strawberry Festival. However just like most of my family reunions the only thing to do there is get drunk or get arrested when our then 1 "Barney Fife" found you. On this particular trip to the Strawberry Festival I convinced my Uncle Kenny to buy me a homemade "Johnny Pop" my mom would never have bought me one she didn't like us playing with toy weapons he was the cool Uncle. For anyone that was priviledged enough to shop at a Toys R Us you may have never heard of such a toy. This is a real redneck weapon. A "Johnny Pop" is a small piece of PVC pipe with a dowel rod for a handle and the ammo is a cork on a string attached to the end of the PVC pipe. This one was awesome it was bright green and white. To use a "Johnny Pop" you would pull the dowel rod back sliding it out of the PVC pipe to draw in air into the pipe then you would push the dowel rod back in to shoot the cork out hitting whatever you were aiming at mind you it had to be at close range. My sister stayed home that year so only my cuz "Bear" and I got a "Johnny Pop" and I couldn't wait to get this weapon home and trust me I had a motive ready!
My Cousin and I were sitting in the back of my Papaw's F-150 don't panic it was parked, and parked pickup equals lawn furniture. My sister climbed into the back of the truck with us while my cuz and I shot off the "Johnny Pops" like a couple of rednecks at a teenage cousins wedding. Then I took my opportunity I moved forward with my criminal plan. I waited for my sister to sit down across from me then POP! I shot her right in the face right beneath her eye. You don't even have to ask of course she started screaming Damn Drama Queen. Mom confiscated my "Johnny Pop" and I got an Asswhooping to add to my punishment my crybaby sister got to select my switch from the Azalea bush.
Mom believed in torture not "grounding" so she took my "Johnny Pop" not for a day, not even a week but for 10 years! On the 10th year and 1 day I got the "Johnny Pop" back from the land of confiscation not the marsh where my Hula Hoop and wagon went where they never returned (yes they also can be used as weapons duh) but from the top of the refrigerator behind the elephant cookie jar. And on that 10th year and 1 day I immediately walked outside ignoring the threat of losing it again and violating my probation I again shot my sister in the face! You think she would learn to freaking duck by now after 10 years and don't forget 1 day apparently 10 years doesn't make someone wiser. I never saw my "Johnny Pop" again Oh well it's back to Lawn Darts and trust me I'm skilled at that game plus it's easier to make a bad throw look like an accident. Several years later my Mom would be a smartass and buy my boys their very own "Safe" version of the "Johnny Pop" the boys opened their gifts and I found the so called "Safe Johnny Pop" knockoffs. However these damn things shot marshmallows WTF is this supposed to be snack time on the battlefield C'mon. Like my theory on Awesome weapons I mean toys they are only as fun at their AMMO!

Not So Rosy at Roses

Anyone who had parents on a budget or just parents with bad taste they probably shopped at Roses they were famous for BoBo shoes and clothes that cost 4 bucks a piece for a reason. On this particular day at the Roses my whole family was drug out for the usual shopping outing it must of been payday. I wanted a pair of fake oakley's these ones were bright green and purple and I knew that I could probably get away with forging a Oakley logo on them to make the kids at school think I could afford them since everyone was rocking them and I wanted them badly! I begged my Mom for these sunglasses that mind you only cost 7 dollars. I of course told her that I would pay her back when I got home and she called my bluff knowing damn well I didn't have 7 dollars and so she said after giving me a lecture about always leaving my "pretend money" at home that I would have to pay her back with interest which really didn't bother me I would have probably just stolen the money to pay her back right out of her purse anyway hey I didn't have a job at 11 years old and I surely wasn't gonna stand in the unemployement line. So she shot me down after 30 mins of begging so I went out to the bench infront of the store anyone sensing a theme of where I ended up everytime I was allowed out in the public? So I'm pouting on the bench outside and my sister was told to go sit with me while my Mom checked out. My sister sat there annoying the shit out of me so I popped her one right in the back of the head. When I did this my stupid sister thinking she was funny decided to yell out, "Mom why do you always have to beat me" in a pathetic voice. Now I was pretty tall for an 11 year old but I surely didn't think I would pass for an adult much less a mother of an 8 year old. This lady pushing her cart out of the store with her little kid in the cart she yelled at me and said "You should be ashamed of yourself, I'm good mind to call CPS on you hitting your youngin' like that" I just sat there and waited for this scarey busy body to push her cart out to her Ghetto bus of a Van. Then I punched the shit out of my sister and said "I'll show you a beating you little brat". So when you are in "low class" stores beware of beating your children before you make it to the car where you can't be seen because I guarantee you that some Fat Lady that escapes her trailer park will judge you on your parenting skills even if you are 11 years old because apparently pre-teen pregnancy is possible and you aren't allowed to beat your kids for acting a fool!

Decorator Dad

This is my dollhouse not any dollhouse a designer dollhouse designed and constructed by my dad. Not all girls are lucky enough to have such a great dad but add a dad with decorating flare and you get what you say? Well awesome barbie doll condos of course! When my sister and I asked for dollhouses after years of being told that the Babie Dreamhouse was just too expensive my dad secretly designed and built this over the top lavish doll condo for my christmas gift. He made one for my sister also but just between you and I not to brag but my dollhouse was bigger and better fit for a Barbie not a little set of bear and rabbit dolls Lincoln Logs would have been just as suitable for those dolls. As you can see this is actually a two-story condo that includes wall-to-wall carpeting in a neutral tone of course, designer wallpaper (left overs from dad's supply), it even has a roof top patio. It's a five bedroom 1 bathroom (including a hot tub) all amenities included package. Just look at that nice master bedroom with a walk out terrace you know any skipper would be jealous. As you can see my barbies truely loved their new surroundings better than just having furniture sitting out on my bedroom floor it's hard to pretend your barbies are living the party lifestyle when the dang cat keeps knocking em over the very moment you get every piece set up and Barbie dressed for her date with Ken! Anyways at the time that I had recieved this totally cool make all the other girls in class jealous dollhouse I had no idea that my dad would later do the lifestyle math for me and 2 and 2 would equal me having two dads in my future. I guess at that point in my life I not only didn't understand "Life Math" I also apparently I didn't and still don't know how to decorate a house as well as my Dad!

Gag Order

Freedom of Speech is stated in the 1st and 14th amendment of the Constitution of the United States to express information, ideas and opinions free of government restrictions based on content.

Censorship is the act of changing or suppressing speech or writing that is considered subversive of the common good.

Liberty to express opinions and ideas without hinderance and especially without the fear of punishment.

Now you may be wondering why I'm discussing these very important historical facts well it's because I've been censored. I am not allowed to express myself, draw cartoons, say what I want to say, and apparently I'm not allowed to just fucking be me!

What next will the bible be blacklisted from the office will your religious rights be banned because someone is afraid to see or read the gospels of Jesus Christ. Should or will someone remove the religious pamplets from my desk because I don't want a solicitation for salvation. Should I not be able to get pissed and say Jesus Fucking Christ do you know his middle name God only knows.

Can't people just chose not to read what already has a "Warning Label" at the top of the page, can't people just take the stick out of their ass long enough to ignore the paper that they don't wanna read. My God don't try to relax or read something funny OH FUCKING WAIT (parton my offensive french) here's a definition you may need to be aware of, Uptight: being tense, nervous or uneasy angry indignant, rigidly conventional (Misse's definition people who suck the life out of me)

How about your old lady magazine More, that discusses and quote "Cougars and MILF's", Wait I saw a bellybutton, Hormone therapy (just because your'e sweating doesn't mean you need to sweat me) and for God's sake those Poise pad ads do I need to know you require a mattress because if you sneeze you will pee. Wait in the Animal Magazine it talks about breeding and I saw oh no! a story about beaver dams (coochies and the curse word dam don't count). How about North American Fishing...boring but does discuss the art of hooking up and contains Viagra ads to help with that hooking up problem. Us magazine shows clevage, camel toe and G-S Christ Mom jeans. Even the Running magazine shows a man without his shirt and short shorts and article on page 83 titled Wild Things Knead and squeeze is this a new handjob technique. Don't forget ladies your Redbook magazine has pictures of bras, wait theirs a pic of Ellen if you are scared of alternative lifestyles and hey don't forget Julia Louis Dreyfus likes it hot says one writer and who needed their sex questions answered chocolate, whipped cream whose making a sundae. I also saw an ad for a Trojan Vibrating Personal Massager 19.99 (if that's worth 19.99 holla at me if ya think so)

When I was 8 years old I invented my own form of sign language sitting at my dinner table and not so happy with my mom's conversation I decided to show her a sign I'd like to share with all the haters tonight it's called "the Unicorn" hold your hand up and stick up your middle finger turn to the left doesn't that look like a unicorn well there ya go. There are 2 things I believe in Not being Censored and the Majestic UNICORN hows that for offensive.

Drippy Torture

As you may have figured out by now my sister was the victim of most of my torture. She was an easy target when she was little just too nice of a kid for me. She was definately a tattle-tail and I made sure to get her back any chance I could. One several occasions I decided to try and make her believe she was slowly going crazy by carrying out one of my forms of slow torture on her. We of course shared a bedroom and we had our bunk beds separated (I'll explain that reasoning on another blog) and they sat approximately 3 feet away from each other one on each side of the room. Amy had a sorta sleep disorder which I will deny that I had anything to do with that so on this particular night I decided to carry out one of my master plans. I lay in my bed while she was trying to get to sleep since we had school in the morning when I decided to do what I like to refer to as the "Drip Drip Torture treatment" this is where I made this little dripping sound a very faint tick tick sound I made with my tongue. Amy heard this sound and told me to stop and I was like "what are you talking about" she said "that noise" I again was like "what noise? I don't hear anything". She said "you are making that noise on purpose", "stop it or I'm telling". I said "You are losing it I don't know what you are hearing" I don't hear anything how strange how the drip drip sound stops while I spoke. Then she yelled down the hall to Mom. Mom comes down the runway and said "both of you be quiet and go to sleep". Amy said "Mom she's making a noise with her mouth just to annoy me". I bolted up in bed and said "I have no idea what's she hearing but I'm not making a sound for God's sake I'm trying to get to sleep". Mom repeated herself and said "Go to bed now" and walked back out of the room where at the very second she got out of the doorway I started again this went on for atleast 30 minutes. Amy was so annoyed at this point that she was pretending to ignore me. I finally realized that it wasn't bothering her as much anymore so I quit and went to sleep all the time dreaming of my form of torture and how easily she was disturbed as I lay there dreaming of the "Drip Drip" Amy got the last laugh that night when my dreams of this noise triggered me to wet the bed and while I was getting the "empty your bladder before you go to sleep" speech from Mom the next morning Amy of course had to add the tee hees behind Mom's back as the speech continued while she was changing my penquin sheets and I rushed to take my bath before I went to school. Amy again I owe you for probably 10 more co-payments at the therapists office.

Entrance Songs

I wrote these so please don't steal em and call them your own I'm the freaking creative one.

These are pieces of songs that pop into your mind when you are entering a room or involved in certain situations.

Firefighter entering a burning mattress factory: "the beds are burning" (Midnight Oil)

Traffic cop walking up to a car window with a driver asking "How'd you know how fast I was driving?" answer "...on the radar baby" (Britney Spears)

911 dispatcher exiting the office: "911 is a joke in this town..."

Village person telling a grouchy fat lady where to go during an argument: "YMCA"

Stressed out prositute to the John laying on a "vibrating bed" at the Motel 6: "Let it bump" (Missy Elliott)

Therapist entering his office to a waiting juvenile ADHD patient: "Momma said Knock you out!" (LL Cool J)

Co-worker called to the office by a supervisor again: "here I go again on my own"

Ex wife to Ex husband (a.k.a) jackass: "I fucking hate you" (Three days Grace)

Intoxicated driver answering a cop who asks "How much have you had to drink tonight sir?": "1 bourbon...."

High school student before the court explaining his excuse for having an affair with his teacher: "I'm hot for teacher"

Repeat Offenders excuse to the judge: "Oops I did it again" (Britney Spears)

Disgruntled employee to her bitchy supervisor: "take this job and shove it"

Priest to a catholic choir boy: "when I think about you I touch myself" (straight to hell I go)

Baby daddy explaining who did the damage to his Honda Civic: "Baby Mama..."

Robbery suspect #1 to Running Robbery suspect #2: "Drop it like its hot"

Sex addict to his therapist when he asks "where is the last place you had sex think back?": " I once got busy in a burger king bathroom" (Digital Underground)

Cheating boyfriend to his suspicious girlfriend who asks "who you been fucking?" "Only you...." (Biz Markie)

911 dispatcher to the winded expectant father to his wife about to give birth at the house: "Just breathe..." (Faith Hill)

Really horny dude to the stripper: "baby let me shake your peaches"

Desperate chick bee-lining it to thru the crowded club to get to the dude ordering "Top Shelf" liquor at the bar: "move bitch get out the way"

Stoned dead head to the dude saying "who ate my cheetos?": "Puff the Magic Dragon..."

My reply to " What the hell is wrong with her?": Insane in the membrane"  (Cypress Hill)

Mom washing her teenage sons sheets: "these dreams are made of?"

Sperm that makes it to the egg: "We are the champions"

Picky male inmate explaining his ideal "Cell Mate": "I like big butts..."

Excuse for Britney Spears traffic accidents: "Poparatizi" (Lady Gaga)

Forgetful Elderly patient to his nurse: "Remember when?"

Man after his vascetomy to his wife who asks "can I get you anything dear?": Ice Ice Baby..." (Vanilla Ice)

Impatient John at the grand opening of his neighborhood whorehouse: "you don't have to turn on the red light"

Plastic surgeon to lady denied a boob job for her saggy boobies: "you got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em"

Chocolatier returning to his candy shop after leaving his employee who decides to have sex while he is out: " I smell sex and candy" (Marcy's Playground)

Just to give a few examples LMAO!

Word

This is the definition of a condition that we all suffer from well unless you work for a library.

Stress: is defined as mental, emotional, or physical strain caused e.g. by anxiety or overwork. It may cause such symptoms as raised blood pressure or depression.

Misse's definition: lifes dose of bullshit, annoying people, mandatory overtime, disapearing paycheck, hyperactive children, family members you would like to shake from your tree, kids that say "buy me that", ex dumbasses wait I mean ex-husbands, oh and don't forget ex's new wish they were significant others, mothers any type of mothers, stepmothers, motherfuckers, bill collectors (I swear I mailed that check), car problems cause all you could afford was the truck that had been involved in a shoot-out yes the bullets hit the motor not just the side panels plus when you answered the car salesman when he asked "how's your credit?" whoops maybe I should'nt have said I was the victim of identity theft, last but not least having to spend your "stripper tips" on co-payments to the therapist and for your overpriced prescriptions cause the pharmacist at the Rite Aid says your insurance doesn't cover Xanex and you're gonna have to settle for some brand that is spelled using all of the letters in the alphabet.

Solution: drink more alcohol, follow your doctors medication recommedations and try I said try not to mix the two.

One of My Favs Check it out

I discovered this guy named Bo Burnham about a year ago on U-tube he's since made it pretty big on Comedy Central even releasing his own Cd a few months back. I of course purchased it. Go to the bottom of my screen to utilize the U-tube link type in Bo Burnham "Rehab for Fictional Characters" be advised however it is perverted and sorta Adult themed so sensitive viewers beware. Enjoy and relieve some stress by catching a fit of laughter. Peace!

Easter is banned

Easter is banned. I am not allowed to participate. I am hyperactive and therefore I am not allowed to have sugar. I am not a member of Peta but I've been told "Never hurt any animal" so I'm not allowed to bite rabbits. Easter is a religious holiday so there goes alcohol consumption well except that little shot glass of wine they serve during communion wait I should take two pieces of christ I skipped breakfast (I'm a christian that's a joke peeps) wait I must be lost how did I end up in church did the cops that arrested me for being drunk in public last night drop me off at the wrong address or maybe I was yelling "Go to hell" 1 too many times. Easter egg hunts are pointless and tiring ever tried to find eggs in a trailer park do you know how many pieces of junk I mean lawn ornaments are in the front yard. Besides Egg hunts are just a way of parents keeping sugared upped children busy while they sit on the front porch drinking their 40's I kid I was told that was orange juice not Mad Dog. Ok I confess I've had some Candy and now I'm hyper hence the reason I'm blogging about Easter. Like I said before Easter is a religious holiday so observe the holiday and don't cross me, if I'm lost save me, I'm not skinny dipping (I could'nt find my karate uniform) in your backyard pool I'm performing a baptism on myself I figured I can't wait til christmas to confess my sins and it's probably wrong to ask to be saved especially since I've been told and I believed it was confirmed by a pastor (who performed my exorcism) I'm a heathen but atleast I'm a heathen with a Cadbury egg.

It's Easter....feeling sorta religious

                                                       "Misses 10 Commandments"
                                                         (For Office Use Only)

1.) Thou Shall not say anything out loud you do not want repeated. (See Commandment #9)

2.) Thou Shall not carry a communication device in the communication center (i.e. cellphone).

3.) Thou Shall not yell Ma'am! Ma'am! unless someone is backing over you with her car in the parking lot.

4.) Thou Shall not talk so quietly that an eavesdropper (such as myself) can not hear you.(Ref back to Commandment #1)

5.) Thou Shall never answer a supervisor when she/he asks "Do you have something to tell me?"      quickly. (Think First)

6.) Thou Shall not yell at your callers so that the whole room knows there is an illegally parked vehicle in the cul-de-sac.

7.) Thou Shall not snitch on another co-worker unless you would like to be voted off the island...immediately!

8.) Thou Shall never mistake a lazy I mean "seasoned" employee for a rookie.

9.) Thou Shall never say "Crazy Bitch" in the office since all work with be at a standstill due to just about every co-worker looking around searching for their name caller.

10.) Thou Shall never take anything so damn seriously...well except what you actually get paid to do....your job!

Pregnant at Five

One day I hit the yard sales with my Mom and my Nanny at one of the sales I found this awesome 60's dollhouse and of course since my parents ignored my request for a barbie dreamhouse every freaking christmas I had to have it. It didn't quite have all of it's pieces but it fit a barbie so that worked for me. I took this dollhouse home and while I was popping out the attached furniture in it I had found just under the snap in dining room table a little plastic baby it was very small like smaller than the size of a mini tootsie roll. I treasured this little baby and I played with it all the time I even carried it in my pocket when I went to school I really loved this little baby especially since the baby Jesus I stole from my grandmas nativity scene was confisicated I didn't share it with anyone. My sister apparently was jealous of my motherly relationship with this little baby and she would always ask to play with it and of course I didn't like to share its one of my finer qualities this way you don't lose things to people that don't know how to return things. Well, I guess my sister didn't care about my rule about not sharing because she snuck my little baby out of my dollhouse while I was outside playing in the driveway. I came into the house at the edge of dark and noticed that my little baby had been kidnapped I searched the dollhouse and couldn't find it anywhere what kind of parent was I leaving my baby in the house alone. Then I heard it...the sound of my sister playing in the bathtub. I heard her playing with our plastic people and mermaids that we kept in the tub and sure enough my little baby was in the tub with her. I ran into the bathroom and saw her cradling my little baby in a washcloth like I had put it up for adoption or something I don't know maybe she thought she was CPS and decided to take my baby how dare she when I was still recovering from the loss of poor baby Jesus. I yelled at her to give it back and tried to snatch it from her when she did it...I was unable to save my baby from her. She quickly shoved my little baby into her mouth! Then I slapped her on the back telling her to spit it out. She then stared at me with her eye bugging when she quickly opened her mouth and held out her tongue. GE-S-Christ she swallowed my little baby,my slap had caused her to choke it down...my five year old sister was pregnant with my little baby it would be a story similiar to my little baby Jesus (god rest his soul) how could she do this take another baby from me. I was so mad! I yelled for my Mom whom I might add seemed to think this was funny did she think that at 8 years old I wasn't responsible enough to be a baby momma yet my five year old sister was fit to carry a child at such a young age. I looked at Mom waiting for an answer or atleast waiting to see my sister get a Ass-whooping abortion. My Mom's response...she said "you'll get it back tomorrow" it took me a few seconds to realize what she meant she wanted me to wait til my sister pooped it out...then I realized the explaination that my cousin "Pig Pen" gave me about where babys come from was true...Mom's did poop out their babies! Amy just laughed about this situation as I remained pissed and stomped back to my room knowing damn well that I wasn't rescuing my baby from the floater in the toilet. I lost another baby to the system.....the sewer system!

Wet Prayers

This is the story about the day I wished I had never showed up at church I really should have faked sick or slept in. I attended usually by force the Church of Christ at Creeds and my sister was very devoted to church from a very young age she never missed church not even on Wednesday nights. My sister even cared about my salvation so much she after church in the summer would try to perform her own baptisms on me in the backyard swimming pool she always would say she was "making sure I didn't go where the devil lived". On this particular morning we arrived at church Mom, Amy and myself (the apparent heathen) and sat in the usual spot about the middle of the church seating area. Normally just before the preachers ending prayer and song he would ask the congregation if anyone had a prayer request and they would raise their hands or call out that they did. This was the day that my sister at age 5 decided to voice her prayer she raised her hand (not shyly either) and said she had a prayer request. In front of the whole church the preacher asked her who she needed to pray for and she said "My sister" and of course she was too far into this request for my mom to silence her. She told the preacher and the congregation that "she would like to pray for her sister who WETS THE BED". I was mortified and my mother was so embarrassed the entire church laughed quietly and the preacher tried to spare my feelings by getting the church day over and my family walked out of  the church to the pianist final song. My mother let Amy have it when she got to the car and Amy said "what? I was just making a prayer request just as if nothing happened just as if she was praying for a sick person". Apparently on this day my sister wasn't so much concerned about my salvation as she was about my bed sheets. Hopefully my sister will get her angel wings one day and I will get one point taking off my heathen meter for the public humilation.