a really, really, REALLY icky post...

A friend brought to my attention today, that you can now buy Jesus-scented candles.

Yes. Really.

You can now buy, for the low, low price, of $18, a candle scented with myrrh, aloe, and cassia. Apparently, there is a psalm (No #45, kinda like Chanel #5, but older) that refers to Jesus's clothing smelling of the aboves smellys. The candles are called "His Essence", a line that is apparently, not just for porn movies now.

According to husband (it's a husband-wifey team), Bob Tosterud, "We see it as a ministry".

Now, far be it from me to mock religon (okay, maybe once or twice), but a MINISTRY? At 18 bucks a pop for a candle, buddy, that's a BUSINESS.

I'm an old-time religion girl myself, but even as someone who does not subscribe to the judeo-christian religion, this just SMACKS of crassness (is that even a word, LOL?)

I was going to ramble on about religion for awhile, but my head is THROBBING, so I'll leave that particular topic for another day.

Moving on...Evidently, when I wasn't looking, I have become a doormat.

I was shocked by this particular revelation this evening, as I was giving my niece a bath. At 9:00 PM. To explain, I watch her while her mom and dad work. They have a new business that Cheryl (da momma) runs, and Matt works for her father, in his heating/AC repair business. Sage is dropped off at 8 AM. I'll pause while you do the math. Cheryl got tickets for a dinner theatre, and was taking their older son, so Matt was to pick up Sage. By 7 PM. I'm not sure how they came up with this time, as the original game plan was 5-5:30, and now has stretched to, most days, 6-6:30. I'm a ballsy kinda gal, generally a take-no-shit, etc...I'm also, clueless, apparently. I'm WHINEY tonight, which is attractive to no one, so I'm gonna wrap this up, take 4 tylenol PM, and crash.

I hate these kind of posts. But, for shits and giggles, it's going up anyway. I have to have some sort of evidence I actually did something today.

Oh, besides my house, which is clean. For the moment. And only because I have company AGAIN tomorrow. For anyone debating on whether to get a pool, don't do it. Really. You'll be fending off every freaking kid that your kids know, your relatives, and random acquaintances.