You all SUCK!! I only got one question!
"What have you done in your life that you're most ashamed of?" – Laura
I really don’t think I’m ashamed of anything I’ve done in my life. I’m ashamed of letting my body get this big! That’s about it. I probably could have been nicer to people, even ones I didn’t like. That’s something to be ashamed of I guess. But I try to think before I act, so if I do something it usually isn't something I'll be ashamed of later.
I expect WAY more questions for next week people!
Back at work today. Is it the weekend yet?? I wish. Calli went back to school today. You would still never know the kid was sick. I'm waiting though because all my friends and their kids have a stomach flu. Cross your fingers that it stays out of my house!!
All our tax stuff is in (except for mine of course. Explain to me how my husband gets all the w-2's for all of the 300 freaking jobs he's had this year and I don't get my ONE!) Anyway, so we got MOST of them, so I'm starting that ASAP. We need that money bad. We have to pay back Shell and Tim the money we owe them (that we've owed them for way too long) and I want to get my bills on track. I cleaned up a lot of them when we got the broken ankle money, but there's still a lot sitting. And of course the freaking mortgage is behind again. AARRGGG.
I'm still all boogie-fied. It just wont go away. I bet I'm allergic to the cats. Oh well. My kids would hate me forever if I got rid of them. And I don't want to anyway. They are great entertainment. They're the funniest things ever. They stalk each other - and the dog for that matter. The dog thinks they're great little toys. She's gonna get her eyes scratched out one of these days, but hey, she'll learn her lesson.
What else... I think that's it. Questions folks, don't forget the questions. They can be about anything. Ya gotta help me out here. If I'm gonna write this every day for your entertainment, you can at least supply some of it! Jeeze!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Sorry for the delay folks. I'm home today with a sick kid. Calli complained yesterday morning that it hurt her neck when she yawned and when I looked at her throat, her tonsils were huge. I checked her again after school and they had those lovely white spots all over them. Took her straight to the doctor who of course said Strep! Arg. So she had to be out a day. Of course you would never know this kid is sick. She's bouncing all over. She's changed her clothes 3 times in the last hour and put on every pair of shoes she owns. She's quite the princess.
The other part of the delay is that we are stealing internet from the neighbors and it doesn't always work. It's kind of luck of the draw. I'm hoping it will let me post this.
I can't find my phone which is REALLY aggravating. We don't have a house phone so I'm cut off from the world. Shelly... I'M HOME. I know I had it last night to show John something. Then I had it by the computer.... then... I don't remember. CRAP! Of course it's probably on vibrate, so I can't hear it. I don't think it is though. I remember hearing it last night. Ok folks, everyone start calling my phone, maybe I'll hear it!!
I'm a little disappointed folks. I've only got one question so far for tomorrow. What's up with that?? Maybe it's because you all know me so well already. HA. Like I said, I'm an open book.
Calli is having a nice conversation in spanish with Dora. This kid is going to be bi-lingual before she's 5. I really should learn spanish. I can kind of understand it, but I can't speak it without asking if you want to eat that tire with sun under the library. Not quite the conversation starter.
It's starting to snow. I have to go bring the dog in. Have a good day folks. And email me so that I don't feel so alone today. lol flutterbyheaven@gmail.com
The other part of the delay is that we are stealing internet from the neighbors and it doesn't always work. It's kind of luck of the draw. I'm hoping it will let me post this.
I can't find my phone which is REALLY aggravating. We don't have a house phone so I'm cut off from the world. Shelly... I'M HOME. I know I had it last night to show John something. Then I had it by the computer.... then... I don't remember. CRAP! Of course it's probably on vibrate, so I can't hear it. I don't think it is though. I remember hearing it last night. Ok folks, everyone start calling my phone, maybe I'll hear it!!
I'm a little disappointed folks. I've only got one question so far for tomorrow. What's up with that?? Maybe it's because you all know me so well already. HA. Like I said, I'm an open book.
Calli is having a nice conversation in spanish with Dora. This kid is going to be bi-lingual before she's 5. I really should learn spanish. I can kind of understand it, but I can't speak it without asking if you want to eat that tire with sun under the library. Not quite the conversation starter.
It's starting to snow. I have to go bring the dog in. Have a good day folks. And email me so that I don't feel so alone today. lol flutterbyheaven@gmail.com
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Over 1000 hits!!
My blog has had over 1000 hits. That's so cool!
Thursday's blog I'd like to do a little different. Another blog I read does a Sunday shout out where she answers questions from her readers. Since I can't blog on the weekends, I figured I would do a Thursday Shout Out.
So throw your questions my way. You can either post it in a comment or send it to my email. flutterbyheaven@gmail.com
We've been watching that new show... hmm can't remember - To tell the truth? Something like that. Where you get hooked up to a lie detector. I would SO win at that. Anyway, my point was, don't be afraid to ask anything. I'll be honest! (maybe) Can't wait to see the questions!
Thursday's blog I'd like to do a little different. Another blog I read does a Sunday shout out where she answers questions from her readers. Since I can't blog on the weekends, I figured I would do a Thursday Shout Out.
So throw your questions my way. You can either post it in a comment or send it to my email. flutterbyheaven@gmail.com
We've been watching that new show... hmm can't remember - To tell the truth? Something like that. Where you get hooked up to a lie detector. I would SO win at that. Anyway, my point was, don't be afraid to ask anything. I'll be honest! (maybe) Can't wait to see the questions!
I'm stealing from Donna today. She sent me an email with Ponder-isms in it. I am a huge fan of Gallager (the comedian guy that splatters watermelon all over people) and he used to do these things all the time. Ya know, why do you park in a driveway and drive on the parkway kind of things. So here are some Ponder-isms with my commentary added.
How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? Is it only presidents that get to be assassinated? Or maybe just political folk? I hope this blog gets so big that if someone takes me out they'll put assassinated on my tomb stone.
Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'.. But it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? Where's that extra penny going to? Where do you think all that change in the couch comes from?? As it builds up, it changes to dimes and nickles.
Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? Oh crap, I hope not. Because knowing my mother's taste, she'll dress me in something hideous. (Cause of course, Mommy's never allowed to die, she must live forever). Just bury me naked. It'll give St. Peter a good laugh. (Although, I'm probably not going that way) So the clothes will most likely just burn off. Why bother.
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? Cause you can't see the guy on the other street flashing the hookers when you're on the ground. You need to be up high for that bird's eye view.
Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural? Ok, so the size of my damn panties... it HAS to be plural. But bra should definitely be plural. There are TWO of them damnit. But I guess if you loose on in a freak accident, bra in the singular would be ok.
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him? I CARE. I REALLY CARE. It's very important to know what Jimmy is up too. So what if the guy that wrote the song didn't care. WE DO.
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane? I think this completely qualifies as 2 people in the car. The law doesn't saying anything about both people being able to breath.
If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? I think this is a long standing argument. Just remember people... there is book smart and common sense smart. Our dear professor was book smart. So making the radio was brilliant.... realizing that they could have been off the island 5 years ago if they shoved some of that coconut in the hole... takes common sense.
Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
Why did you just try singing the two songs above? Don't worry... I'm as big of a dork as you are. I sat there and sang them and THEN read the next line. Were the folks who wrote those songs not able to find a musician? Did they just say "Ah, fuck it, just use the music from that other stupid song we wrote last week. No one will notice"
How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? Is it only presidents that get to be assassinated? Or maybe just political folk? I hope this blog gets so big that if someone takes me out they'll put assassinated on my tomb stone.
Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'.. But it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? Where's that extra penny going to? Where do you think all that change in the couch comes from?? As it builds up, it changes to dimes and nickles.
Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? Oh crap, I hope not. Because knowing my mother's taste, she'll dress me in something hideous. (Cause of course, Mommy's never allowed to die, she must live forever). Just bury me naked. It'll give St. Peter a good laugh. (Although, I'm probably not going that way) So the clothes will most likely just burn off. Why bother.
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? Cause you can't see the guy on the other street flashing the hookers when you're on the ground. You need to be up high for that bird's eye view.
Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural? Ok, so the size of my damn panties... it HAS to be plural. But bra should definitely be plural. There are TWO of them damnit. But I guess if you loose on in a freak accident, bra in the singular would be ok.
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him? I CARE. I REALLY CARE. It's very important to know what Jimmy is up too. So what if the guy that wrote the song didn't care. WE DO.
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane? I think this completely qualifies as 2 people in the car. The law doesn't saying anything about both people being able to breath.
If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? I think this is a long standing argument. Just remember people... there is book smart and common sense smart. Our dear professor was book smart. So making the radio was brilliant.... realizing that they could have been off the island 5 years ago if they shoved some of that coconut in the hole... takes common sense.
Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
Why did you just try singing the two songs above? Don't worry... I'm as big of a dork as you are. I sat there and sang them and THEN read the next line. Were the folks who wrote those songs not able to find a musician? Did they just say "Ah, fuck it, just use the music from that other stupid song we wrote last week. No one will notice"
Monday, January 28, 2008
HELP!!
Real quick....
I need to put in a Mary Kay order by the 31st so that I can stay active. If I don't, I loose the business partners I have. I just haven't had time to work the business right now, but I don't want to loose what I already have!
So if ANYONE wants to order ANYTHING, please click on the link in the top left corner and order stuff. If you get the order in by Thursday morning, I'll give you a MASSIVE discount!! MASSIVE I tell ya!!!
Thanks all.
I need to put in a Mary Kay order by the 31st so that I can stay active. If I don't, I loose the business partners I have. I just haven't had time to work the business right now, but I don't want to loose what I already have!
So if ANYONE wants to order ANYTHING, please click on the link in the top left corner and order stuff. If you get the order in by Thursday morning, I'll give you a MASSIVE discount!! MASSIVE I tell ya!!!
Thanks all.
When you go to brush your daughters hair in the morning and you notice that the side of her head has a HUGE mat... you know that something is up. Especially since her mats are normally on the back of her head -**jeeze, I put nails on and I can barely type now - anyway**... So as I'm trying to brush through it she says... "I cut my hair all by myself mom!" Choke, Gag, WHAT??? What are you talking about?? Then I look at the hair brush and notice that it's filled with her hair.
Some time yesterday she must have grabbed my scissors off the counter. BAD MOMMY left them there. She now has a bald spot on the right side of her head that's about the size of a dime. And the rest of the right side is in lovely layers. She looks like she went through a weed wacker. I'm so pissed. It was FINALLY growing in from when Nick cut it. My poor little girl is never going to have hair.
On a happier note... The fucker-ware party went great. Well, it went great for us. I think the demonstrator lady was getting totally fed up with us. We were all pretty toasty about half way through. Ok, so not so long ago, I told a friend that I very rarely drink.... and since then, I drank twice. LOL, Now that I write it, it doesn't sound as bad as it did in my head. I was thinking to myself that it must sound like such a lie. I probably sound like a drunk. But alas, no. I got a little buzz one night a couple weeks ago.
Friday... well Friday I was fall down ass drunk. Something I have not been in probably 5 years at least. Jocelyn made something called a rum punch which I had a few of. Yummy Yummy. But dangerous. The main culprit would have to be the jar of maraschino cherries soaked in southern comfort. I think I ate a little more then half the jar and drank all the juice/booze out of it. Hmm, about that... don't do it unless you are with good friends who don't care if you get stupid. And unless you are prepared to ignore you husband who gets pissed because you get stupid. BITE ME! As you all know I am VERY good at ignoring him.
It was fun to be stupid. I'm always the DD, always the responsible party to take care of the kids, always the one drinking coffee. My biggest problem is that I get REALLY flirty when I drink. We were over there again Saturday night and no one said I did anything bad. LOL I'm pretty good. I usually always remember everything I do. I do remember giving Mark a back rub on the stairs (which was no big deal)... But I think I remember holding his leg sometime later? Did I do that? That might have been when Jocelyn and I were on the Sumo spooning. I think I was holding his ankle. HA, you should see my face right now. It's all scrunched up trying to remember. Anyway, sorry Mark. LOL
Thanks for the good time Shell and Tim! You rock. For a good time call Shell and Tim 973-555-1234. HA Had to do it.
Ok, I think I wrote enough for today. Have a day!
Some time yesterday she must have grabbed my scissors off the counter. BAD MOMMY left them there. She now has a bald spot on the right side of her head that's about the size of a dime. And the rest of the right side is in lovely layers. She looks like she went through a weed wacker. I'm so pissed. It was FINALLY growing in from when Nick cut it. My poor little girl is never going to have hair.
On a happier note... The fucker-ware party went great. Well, it went great for us. I think the demonstrator lady was getting totally fed up with us. We were all pretty toasty about half way through. Ok, so not so long ago, I told a friend that I very rarely drink.... and since then, I drank twice. LOL, Now that I write it, it doesn't sound as bad as it did in my head. I was thinking to myself that it must sound like such a lie. I probably sound like a drunk. But alas, no. I got a little buzz one night a couple weeks ago.
Friday... well Friday I was fall down ass drunk. Something I have not been in probably 5 years at least. Jocelyn made something called a rum punch which I had a few of. Yummy Yummy. But dangerous. The main culprit would have to be the jar of maraschino cherries soaked in southern comfort. I think I ate a little more then half the jar and drank all the juice/booze out of it. Hmm, about that... don't do it unless you are with good friends who don't care if you get stupid. And unless you are prepared to ignore you husband who gets pissed because you get stupid. BITE ME! As you all know I am VERY good at ignoring him.
It was fun to be stupid. I'm always the DD, always the responsible party to take care of the kids, always the one drinking coffee. My biggest problem is that I get REALLY flirty when I drink. We were over there again Saturday night and no one said I did anything bad. LOL I'm pretty good. I usually always remember everything I do. I do remember giving Mark a back rub on the stairs (which was no big deal)... But I think I remember holding his leg sometime later? Did I do that? That might have been when Jocelyn and I were on the Sumo spooning. I think I was holding his ankle. HA, you should see my face right now. It's all scrunched up trying to remember. Anyway, sorry Mark. LOL
Thanks for the good time Shell and Tim! You rock. For a good time call Shell and Tim 973-555-1234. HA Had to do it.
Ok, I think I wrote enough for today. Have a day!
Friday, January 25, 2008
2nd Friday post
My fabulous Aunt sent me this in response to the below post and I HAD to share. Now you know where I get my sense of humor from.
My unnecessary (and useless) comments on today’s blog that I need you to know:
Aunt Irene’s life wisdoms
…if he has a gun (size and age doesn’t matter) as long as he knows what to do with it!
…if you think Ray Liotta is getting to old - you need to know (size and age doesn’t matter) as long as he knows what to do with it!
…spiked cherries (size and age doesn’t matter) older is better!
…when your stupid OR an alcoholic (size and age doesn’t matter) you never know what to do with anything!
BUT
…if you are a dildo (size and age matters!!!) lol
Love,
The aunt
My unnecessary (and useless) comments on today’s blog that I need you to know:
Aunt Irene’s life wisdoms
…if he has a gun (size and age doesn’t matter) as long as he knows what to do with it!
…if you think Ray Liotta is getting to old - you need to know (size and age doesn’t matter) as long as he knows what to do with it!
…spiked cherries (size and age doesn’t matter) older is better!
…when your stupid OR an alcoholic (size and age doesn’t matter) you never know what to do with anything!
BUT
…if you are a dildo (size and age matters!!!) lol
Love,
The aunt
Every Friday morning when I come into the building, the security guard is BLASTING the Bee Gee's. Stayin' Alive! lol. It cracks me up. I swear he has it on a loop because I always seem to come in at the same part of the song. Interesting choice of songs.... lol
Speaking of security guards... Some one please tell me how a 65 year old man who is about 5'5 and walks with a limp is supposed to "protect" us? How are they going to stop some crazed person from coming in the building?? Or get a crazed person OUT of the building for that matter. Oh, here's the best one.... they have a sign on their desk that says if it's dark outside, they would be happy to walk us to our cars. LOL I don't think that would make me feel safer. Cause I know there is no way in hell that he's going to be able to protect me. In fact, if anything, I think I would have to protect HIM. Makes no sense to me. Although, I guess I could throw him at the bad guy and give myself more time to run.
Heath Ledger died. How sad is that? Of course the media circus has him as some crazed drug addict that killed himself. "We found 8 different prescriptions in his apartment" Yeah ... So? I think I have like 15. Doesn't mean I'm taking them all at once! Idiots. It just means they're there. I have a feeling this was an accident. Some were saying he had pneumonia, so that mixed with some funky sleeping pill... ya never know. It's just such a shame. I had every intention of sleeping with that man before I died. I didn't know how ... But the intention was there. I was totally in love with him. Oh well. I still have Ray Liotta. Although... he's getting old. Hmm...
Ok so anyway. My kids depart at 5:30 this evening!! WOO HOOO!! It's that mean? Am I a horrible mother??? Screw it. Let me be a horrible mother. I need a freaking break! I wish it was a weekend on a sunny beach with blue water... but, I guess this will have to do. Dildo's, spiked maraschino cherries and 10 degree weather. Ho Hum.
OH, spiked maraschino cherries... I LOVE them. A little too much. I ate half a jar one night and drank half the juice/booze. Hee hee hee. Let's just say I got stupid! But hell, I never drink. It's a rare occasion that I actually feel like it. I guess because I came from an alcoholic family, it just doesn't do it for me. But sometimes, you just wanna feel stupid. Knowing me, I'm sure I'll have one or two tonight and then go to coffee. I'm such a looser. Oh well.
Ok, off to try to make this day fly by... hopefully. Have a great weekend all!
Speaking of security guards... Some one please tell me how a 65 year old man who is about 5'5 and walks with a limp is supposed to "protect" us? How are they going to stop some crazed person from coming in the building?? Or get a crazed person OUT of the building for that matter. Oh, here's the best one.... they have a sign on their desk that says if it's dark outside, they would be happy to walk us to our cars. LOL I don't think that would make me feel safer. Cause I know there is no way in hell that he's going to be able to protect me. In fact, if anything, I think I would have to protect HIM. Makes no sense to me. Although, I guess I could throw him at the bad guy and give myself more time to run.
Heath Ledger died. How sad is that? Of course the media circus has him as some crazed drug addict that killed himself. "We found 8 different prescriptions in his apartment" Yeah ... So? I think I have like 15. Doesn't mean I'm taking them all at once! Idiots. It just means they're there. I have a feeling this was an accident. Some were saying he had pneumonia, so that mixed with some funky sleeping pill... ya never know. It's just such a shame. I had every intention of sleeping with that man before I died. I didn't know how ... But the intention was there. I was totally in love with him. Oh well. I still have Ray Liotta. Although... he's getting old. Hmm...
Ok so anyway. My kids depart at 5:30 this evening!! WOO HOOO!! It's that mean? Am I a horrible mother??? Screw it. Let me be a horrible mother. I need a freaking break! I wish it was a weekend on a sunny beach with blue water... but, I guess this will have to do. Dildo's, spiked maraschino cherries and 10 degree weather. Ho Hum.
OH, spiked maraschino cherries... I LOVE them. A little too much. I ate half a jar one night and drank half the juice/booze. Hee hee hee. Let's just say I got stupid! But hell, I never drink. It's a rare occasion that I actually feel like it. I guess because I came from an alcoholic family, it just doesn't do it for me. But sometimes, you just wanna feel stupid. Knowing me, I'm sure I'll have one or two tonight and then go to coffee. I'm such a looser. Oh well.
Ok, off to try to make this day fly by... hopefully. Have a great weekend all!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Michelle would like to invite ALL of you to her house on Friday night for the Fucker-ware party. If you are interested, please email me and I'll give you directions. flutterbyheaven@gmail.com
Ahhh, my sweet friend Valerie posted a comment yesterday. YEAH VAL!! She's my Mississippi gal. I know you can't tell, but I'm typing with a twang! Every time I talk to her I feel myself slipping into that deep south way of talking. I LOVE her!
We started talking because I do the Sales and Use taxes for my company for the state of MS and she works for the state. I called her to ask something, and I think by the second phone call, we were buddies. NOW, I can only call her when I have about an hour to spare. We get on the phone and can't shut up. Not to mention that we get laughing and REALLY loud. A couple weeks ago we were on the phone and she starts saying OH SHIT. What??? What's wrong??? HA, her boss had sent her an email saying, What's going on in there? Who are you on the phone with? You need to keep it down, blah blah blah boss talk blah blah. So I told her to blame it on me. AND SHE DID!! She sent him an email back saying, I'm on the phone with Kaylene from Avis. It's all her fault. She'll be happy to call you and apologize for getting me in trouble. HA Gotta love her.
She is trying to save up some money to come and visit me!!! I can't wait. She wants to go to the city. THAT will be a blast. I think that requires a trip to hmm, lets see.... Harlem, Queens, a couple of strip clubs maybe! LOL I can't wait to see her little God Fearin' face.
Ah, yes, that's the other thing. She's trying desperately to "Save" me. LOL We've had LONG debates about God and the bible. It always seems to come out a draw. Both of us laughing hysterically. I don't think she'll ever stop trying though. Damn that Bible Belt!
She's also trying to get me to move to MS. And although you can get a house there DIRT cheap, I'm a bit afraid a hurricane's and I'm also afraid of the wrath of Michelle. I think she'd kill me if I moved that far!
Val, I can't wait till you come up here!! It's gonna be a BLAST!!
Ewww, I just put on hand cream and I think it's a bit old. It smells. YUCK. Now I have to go wash my hands... TTFN
Ahhh, my sweet friend Valerie posted a comment yesterday. YEAH VAL!! She's my Mississippi gal. I know you can't tell, but I'm typing with a twang! Every time I talk to her I feel myself slipping into that deep south way of talking. I LOVE her!
We started talking because I do the Sales and Use taxes for my company for the state of MS and she works for the state. I called her to ask something, and I think by the second phone call, we were buddies. NOW, I can only call her when I have about an hour to spare. We get on the phone and can't shut up. Not to mention that we get laughing and REALLY loud. A couple weeks ago we were on the phone and she starts saying OH SHIT. What??? What's wrong??? HA, her boss had sent her an email saying, What's going on in there? Who are you on the phone with? You need to keep it down, blah blah blah boss talk blah blah. So I told her to blame it on me. AND SHE DID!! She sent him an email back saying, I'm on the phone with Kaylene from Avis. It's all her fault. She'll be happy to call you and apologize for getting me in trouble. HA Gotta love her.
She is trying to save up some money to come and visit me!!! I can't wait. She wants to go to the city. THAT will be a blast. I think that requires a trip to hmm, lets see.... Harlem, Queens, a couple of strip clubs maybe! LOL I can't wait to see her little God Fearin' face.
Ah, yes, that's the other thing. She's trying desperately to "Save" me. LOL We've had LONG debates about God and the bible. It always seems to come out a draw. Both of us laughing hysterically. I don't think she'll ever stop trying though. Damn that Bible Belt!
She's also trying to get me to move to MS. And although you can get a house there DIRT cheap, I'm a bit afraid a hurricane's and I'm also afraid of the wrath of Michelle. I think she'd kill me if I moved that far!
Val, I can't wait till you come up here!! It's gonna be a BLAST!!
Ewww, I just put on hand cream and I think it's a bit old. It smells. YUCK. Now I have to go wash my hands... TTFN
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
John got a job! Finally! He started this morning. Unfortunately we're really behind in bills now. Pray for fast tax return info!
Wood came last night. YAYAY. Of course John was so excited he got the thing pumping and we were all melting.
What else... hmmm, not really much going on. I'm trying to clean up my mess at work. I have a ton of mail to go through that's just been sitting here. I hate mail. It's always bad news. Like you owe us money or you didn't file your return or something or other.
UG, we have this new chick at work... Oh lord. She can NOT get through a day without talking to herself, or her computer, or her mail. She yells at her mail. Of course she sits right next to me. Now, I totally know that I am a very loud person. I always have been. And when I'm on the phone, everyone knows what I'm talking about. But that's it. Otherwise, I keep pretty quite and too myself. She, on the other hand, keeps us all informed of her daily doings. No one CARES!!! Don't get me wrong, she's a nice enough person, but it gets very annoying. I finally got her to stop cursing, so that's at least a step in the right direction.
Ooooo, Friday night!! NO KIDS!! Mom's coming to pick them up for the night and we're going to Shelly's for a Fucker-ware party!!! Wooo Hooo. I have an annual one every year in November and after mine, she wanted all the free stuff too, so she planned one. Which is cool, cause it gives me more free stuff! If you don't know what kind of party it is... well, it's one of those that you can get nice lingerie and then go to the other side and get dildos, anal beads, swings, hand cuffs, pretty much any completely nasty, kinky thing you can think of. And don't roll your eyes or be grossed out, cause let me tell you something... if you never tried it, you don't know what you're missing! It'll be nice not to have the kids for a night. Woo Hoo - oh yeah, I said that already.
I don't want to deal with this mail... someone else come do it for me. Why can't I just do all the returns and someone else do all the other crap? Ho hum. All right all right ALL RIGHT!! I'm going. :o(
Wood came last night. YAYAY. Of course John was so excited he got the thing pumping and we were all melting.
What else... hmmm, not really much going on. I'm trying to clean up my mess at work. I have a ton of mail to go through that's just been sitting here. I hate mail. It's always bad news. Like you owe us money or you didn't file your return or something or other.
UG, we have this new chick at work... Oh lord. She can NOT get through a day without talking to herself, or her computer, or her mail. She yells at her mail. Of course she sits right next to me. Now, I totally know that I am a very loud person. I always have been. And when I'm on the phone, everyone knows what I'm talking about. But that's it. Otherwise, I keep pretty quite and too myself. She, on the other hand, keeps us all informed of her daily doings. No one CARES!!! Don't get me wrong, she's a nice enough person, but it gets very annoying. I finally got her to stop cursing, so that's at least a step in the right direction.
Ooooo, Friday night!! NO KIDS!! Mom's coming to pick them up for the night and we're going to Shelly's for a Fucker-ware party!!! Wooo Hooo. I have an annual one every year in November and after mine, she wanted all the free stuff too, so she planned one. Which is cool, cause it gives me more free stuff! If you don't know what kind of party it is... well, it's one of those that you can get nice lingerie and then go to the other side and get dildos, anal beads, swings, hand cuffs, pretty much any completely nasty, kinky thing you can think of. And don't roll your eyes or be grossed out, cause let me tell you something... if you never tried it, you don't know what you're missing! It'll be nice not to have the kids for a night. Woo Hoo - oh yeah, I said that already.
I don't want to deal with this mail... someone else come do it for me. Why can't I just do all the returns and someone else do all the other crap? Ho hum. All right all right ALL RIGHT!! I'm going. :o(
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
People People, relax! That list of things to do wasn't in any particular order! It was just how it came out of my head. Sorry!! Jeeze!
So this weekend we did a game night at Shelly's on Friday. Game night/morning. We didn't get to sleep till about 4:30 AM. I'm too old for this crap! But, it was really fun. We got to hang out with their friend Mark who is really cool. Most of the time we see him in passing and don't really get to socialize. I'm glad we did. It was a blast. Her friend Jocelyn (I know I butchered that) was there too. I'd only met her once and she was a kick. They tried desperately to beat me in the tv version of Scene It. Sorry folks, I am the Queen. BUT, that's only because I'm seriously boring and have no life. I have spent most of my life watching tv. It's very sad.
I'm so boogie-fied. Ever get that way? Where you just feel the need to constantly wipe, blow and pick (if absolutely necessary - cause ... EEeewww) I HATE that. It just feels all crusty. Yuck.
Oh, yeah, so we froze our asses off this weekend. We ran out of wood and everyone we called was out. We tried burning some logs John had picked up, but they were way too green and were just smoldering. The kids and I spent yesterday snuggled on the couch under blankets cause we couldn't get it over 55. Aaahhh. I FINALLY found someone last night that has wood! He's coming today. WOO HOO.
So have I told you that my stupid husband is trying to kill himself? I need to take out some more insurance on him! He went for a physical yesterday and his blood pressure was 170 over something! He was told to take blood pressure medicine and he hasn't been taking it. He said "I feel fine" Ya, uh huh... that's what most people say before they drop DEAD!! 35 years old ... if he keeps it up, he'll have a heart attack before he's 40. GENIUS that he is. (Daily John rant over)
Still have work to finish, so I'm off for now. Have a great day.
So this weekend we did a game night at Shelly's on Friday. Game night/morning. We didn't get to sleep till about 4:30 AM. I'm too old for this crap! But, it was really fun. We got to hang out with their friend Mark who is really cool. Most of the time we see him in passing and don't really get to socialize. I'm glad we did. It was a blast. Her friend Jocelyn (I know I butchered that) was there too. I'd only met her once and she was a kick. They tried desperately to beat me in the tv version of Scene It. Sorry folks, I am the Queen. BUT, that's only because I'm seriously boring and have no life. I have spent most of my life watching tv. It's very sad.
I'm so boogie-fied. Ever get that way? Where you just feel the need to constantly wipe, blow and pick (if absolutely necessary - cause ... EEeewww) I HATE that. It just feels all crusty. Yuck.
Oh, yeah, so we froze our asses off this weekend. We ran out of wood and everyone we called was out. We tried burning some logs John had picked up, but they were way too green and were just smoldering. The kids and I spent yesterday snuggled on the couch under blankets cause we couldn't get it over 55. Aaahhh. I FINALLY found someone last night that has wood! He's coming today. WOO HOO.
So have I told you that my stupid husband is trying to kill himself? I need to take out some more insurance on him! He went for a physical yesterday and his blood pressure was 170 over something! He was told to take blood pressure medicine and he hasn't been taking it. He said "I feel fine" Ya, uh huh... that's what most people say before they drop DEAD!! 35 years old ... if he keeps it up, he'll have a heart attack before he's 40. GENIUS that he is. (Daily John rant over)
Still have work to finish, so I'm off for now. Have a great day.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Ok, we're going with "the cat killed the bird by scaring it to death".... we think. I checked and there was a little bit of water and seed in there. Plus the fact that my mother (President of a bird club) almost had a heart attack when I said I did it. "My God, what will my bird club members think!" LOL
OOoooooohhhhhhhh... The really good thing... It all panned out!! YAYAYAY. BUT, I still can't say anything yet. Just in case. Just a couple more weeks folks and I promise you'll have the full story. (It's killing you not knowing ... isn't it??!!)
Nick is on his meds!!!! YAY. His teacher sent home a note "Much better behavior today" LOL Of course! I love his teacher. She's just a really cool down to earth chick and she knows how to deal with the kids. She'll have him next year too! She teaches first and second. We love you Ms. Jackson!
Shelly's birthday is on Sunday! Everyone sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE!!
We were supposed to go to Atlantic City for her birthday, but we got way too poor. Hopefully we'll be able to go next month after we get our taxes back. I've only been there once, but I really liked it. This time I want to do dinner and a show too. I've always wanted to do that. I REALLY want to go to Vegas. But I think that's a long long way off. I want to take my cruise first.
Things to do before I die:
Take a cruise
Go to Graceland
Go to California
Go to the Grand Canyon
Go to Vegas
Take an African safari
Go to Europe
Take a trip cross country and stop at all those stupid sites like the biggest ball of yarn and worlds largest frying pan. hee hee
OOoooooohhhhhhhh... The really good thing... It all panned out!! YAYAYAY. BUT, I still can't say anything yet. Just in case. Just a couple more weeks folks and I promise you'll have the full story. (It's killing you not knowing ... isn't it??!!)
Nick is on his meds!!!! YAY. His teacher sent home a note "Much better behavior today" LOL Of course! I love his teacher. She's just a really cool down to earth chick and she knows how to deal with the kids. She'll have him next year too! She teaches first and second. We love you Ms. Jackson!
Shelly's birthday is on Sunday! Everyone sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE!!
We were supposed to go to Atlantic City for her birthday, but we got way too poor. Hopefully we'll be able to go next month after we get our taxes back. I've only been there once, but I really liked it. This time I want to do dinner and a show too. I've always wanted to do that. I REALLY want to go to Vegas. But I think that's a long long way off. I want to take my cruise first.
Things to do before I die:
Take a cruise
Go to Graceland
Go to California
Go to the Grand Canyon
Go to Vegas
Take an African safari
Go to Europe
Take a trip cross country and stop at all those stupid sites like the biggest ball of yarn and worlds largest frying pan. hee hee
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Oh, here's a good one today!!
John called yesterday and said that DYFS (Division of Youth and Family Services) was at the house. WHAT??? WHY???
Turns out someone made a report that John was beating me. LOLOL ROFLMAO I still can't stop laughing about that. They talked to Nick at school in the morning and I talked to him when he got home.
Me: Nick, did you tell her that Daddy hits Mommy?
him: Yup
me: Nick, when have you ever seen Daddy hit Mommy?
him: Oh when you guys are wrestling on the couch or Daddy sprays you with the hose.
me: You mean when we're playing?
him: Yeah
me: Ok, Nick, the hitting that they are talking about is bad hitting. Like Daddy hitting me so hard that he hurt me. And doing it out of anger, not playing. Have you ever seen Daddy do that?
him: No
me: Ok, so do you understand the difference?
him: Yes
me: Good
Crisis over. Because of Nick's autism, his perspective of things is VERY skewed. He has a lot of trouble separating between fantasy and reality. Everything is black and white, there is no in between. Like, hitting is hitting, whether playing or beating. Oh, the other night we were watching a show and they showed worms having sex. It looked like they were kissing. Nick kissed me and then looked at John and said, I just had sex with mom. Hmm, no. You kiss when you have sex hence kissing IS sex. Get it? Exactly. (that was an interesting conversation, trying to explain that kissing is not sex without explaining what sex is.)
The girl couldn't tell us who called it in, but I'm assuming it was probably the counselor at Nick's school. Nick probably said something about it and he called them. I told the chick, Trust me, if he ever laid hand on me... he wouldn't be standing in the kitchen... he wouldn't be standing at all!
My friend said... Have these people ever met you? Cause if there was a report made, I would think it was cause you were beating him. LOL They know me too well. And no, I don't beat my husband... although maybe that would work???
So needless to say it was a very interesting evening. Can I please get a break? Someone, anyone? My life is just WAY too insane. What's it like to live a nice, normal, quite life??
John called yesterday and said that DYFS (Division of Youth and Family Services) was at the house. WHAT??? WHY???
Turns out someone made a report that John was beating me. LOLOL ROFLMAO I still can't stop laughing about that. They talked to Nick at school in the morning and I talked to him when he got home.
Me: Nick, did you tell her that Daddy hits Mommy?
him: Yup
me: Nick, when have you ever seen Daddy hit Mommy?
him: Oh when you guys are wrestling on the couch or Daddy sprays you with the hose.
me: You mean when we're playing?
him: Yeah
me: Ok, Nick, the hitting that they are talking about is bad hitting. Like Daddy hitting me so hard that he hurt me. And doing it out of anger, not playing. Have you ever seen Daddy do that?
him: No
me: Ok, so do you understand the difference?
him: Yes
me: Good
Crisis over. Because of Nick's autism, his perspective of things is VERY skewed. He has a lot of trouble separating between fantasy and reality. Everything is black and white, there is no in between. Like, hitting is hitting, whether playing or beating. Oh, the other night we were watching a show and they showed worms having sex. It looked like they were kissing. Nick kissed me and then looked at John and said, I just had sex with mom. Hmm, no. You kiss when you have sex hence kissing IS sex. Get it? Exactly. (that was an interesting conversation, trying to explain that kissing is not sex without explaining what sex is.)
The girl couldn't tell us who called it in, but I'm assuming it was probably the counselor at Nick's school. Nick probably said something about it and he called them. I told the chick, Trust me, if he ever laid hand on me... he wouldn't be standing in the kitchen... he wouldn't be standing at all!
My friend said... Have these people ever met you? Cause if there was a report made, I would think it was cause you were beating him. LOL They know me too well. And no, I don't beat my husband... although maybe that would work???
So needless to say it was a very interesting evening. Can I please get a break? Someone, anyone? My life is just WAY too insane. What's it like to live a nice, normal, quite life??
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
722 hits to this blog! I can't believe that! It's so cool to think that someone really gives a crap what I say!! Thank you everyone.
Nick had his appointment yesterday with the shrink. YAYAY!! He'll be back on his meds today. Thank God. He was loosing it at school and getting into trouble. She adjusted his aderal a little bit to see if he could have better control. He was doing well with what he had, but I think he needed a little more. Plus he grew. My 7 year old is over 4 1/2 feet tall. Insane. He's grown and inch and a half since September.
John has an interview today... He seriously better be on his best behavior, cause it's my aunt he's interviewing with. I hope that she tortures him!!! Give him all the really crappy jobs to do! Punishment for being a pain in the ass!! Hmm, if he gets it, I wonder if I can use it to my advantage.... like, Aunt Irene, John was a jerk last night... Ok honey, I'll send him to scrub out the trucks with a toothbrush! Oooooo, wont that be nice!!!! Revenge is SWEET!
Let's see, anything interesting happen yesterday..... Hmm nope, same old life. Nothing new. Or at least nothing new that I can remember. I've been staring at this screen for 5 min trying to think of something... but alas, there is nothing. Oh well.
My favorite poem (found in my mother's year book)
I'm a little bar of soap
sweet and bright and shiney
and every time you take a bath
I'll swim around your hiney
Nick had his appointment yesterday with the shrink. YAYAY!! He'll be back on his meds today. Thank God. He was loosing it at school and getting into trouble. She adjusted his aderal a little bit to see if he could have better control. He was doing well with what he had, but I think he needed a little more. Plus he grew. My 7 year old is over 4 1/2 feet tall. Insane. He's grown and inch and a half since September.
John has an interview today... He seriously better be on his best behavior, cause it's my aunt he's interviewing with. I hope that she tortures him!!! Give him all the really crappy jobs to do! Punishment for being a pain in the ass!! Hmm, if he gets it, I wonder if I can use it to my advantage.... like, Aunt Irene, John was a jerk last night... Ok honey, I'll send him to scrub out the trucks with a toothbrush! Oooooo, wont that be nice!!!! Revenge is SWEET!
Let's see, anything interesting happen yesterday..... Hmm nope, same old life. Nothing new. Or at least nothing new that I can remember. I've been staring at this screen for 5 min trying to think of something... but alas, there is nothing. Oh well.
My favorite poem (found in my mother's year book)
I'm a little bar of soap
sweet and bright and shiney
and every time you take a bath
I'll swim around your hiney
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sister is out of the hospital and finally home. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. She's doing much better. I think they have decided to make the determination that it WAS all her MS and not some other random thing/disease. Which she kept telling them, but they wouldn't believe her.
The kids took the birds death ok. John said Calli cried for a little while, but she was fine when I got home and talked to me about it. She said the birdie is in heaven riding on Ebony's back (our dog that passed). The bird loved taking rides on the dog. We have weird animals. Nick talked about it a little bit, but didn't seem to upset. So, now we're down to 1 dog, 2 cats, 1 bird, 1 snake and fish (that keep disappearing.... since we got the cats.... and there's no top on the tank.... and the cats climb on top.... hmmmm connection??)
I felt like yuck yesterday. I went home, put clothes away and then just layed on my bed. My tummy is in turmoil. I still feel gross, but I HAVE to get this stuff done. I'm am going to really focus today. REALLY!!
Oh... my really really good thing.... It's moving forward!!! We'll see... should have news soon.
That's it for today folks. Cause if I don't get this crap done, I'm gonna get fired. Hasta Luego
The kids took the birds death ok. John said Calli cried for a little while, but she was fine when I got home and talked to me about it. She said the birdie is in heaven riding on Ebony's back (our dog that passed). The bird loved taking rides on the dog. We have weird animals. Nick talked about it a little bit, but didn't seem to upset. So, now we're down to 1 dog, 2 cats, 1 bird, 1 snake and fish (that keep disappearing.... since we got the cats.... and there's no top on the tank.... and the cats climb on top.... hmmmm connection??)
I felt like yuck yesterday. I went home, put clothes away and then just layed on my bed. My tummy is in turmoil. I still feel gross, but I HAVE to get this stuff done. I'm am going to really focus today. REALLY!!
Oh... my really really good thing.... It's moving forward!!! We'll see... should have news soon.
That's it for today folks. Cause if I don't get this crap done, I'm gonna get fired. Hasta Luego
Monday, January 14, 2008
Damn The Weather Man!
Ok, One of these days the freaking weather men are going to get it right!! They called for 6-8 inches by this morning. Schools were delaying, stores were packed and I stayed up really late expecting no work or a delay. You wanna know what we had this morning? NOTHING!! A freaking dusting of mushy nothingness! So I had to get up, get Nick up and actually go out. DAMN DAMN DAMN I hate the weather man!
John's out of work again - ARG - (if you're reading this, you better get the hell off the computer and start calling for a job) I hate this. I hate living paycheck to paycheck. I hate worrying if the bills will get paid. I hate getting yelled at because they aren't paid, or there's no food. I hate worrying if he'll have a job or not. I know things just aren't handed to you, but damnit, I've put in my time. Someone needs to hand me something. Even a little something. I'm tired of having to take care of everyone and no one taking care of me. I'm tired of hearing, It'll get better, things will change. Cause they haven't and they wont. It's a never ending cycle. And I either need to break the cycle or break his neck. I always said I was going to marry a really rich old man with a heart condition. Kill him off and then marry a poor man for love. I should've done that. Now I'm just poor and tired.
And if I hear, "I'm sorry, but.." one more time. I'm going to scream!!! Saying BUT after I'm sorry negates the appology!
Ok, venting over.. for now at least. It's sucks cause we're stealing internet at home right now and I know he's gonna read this and it's just gonna start another fight, but, whatever.
As for this week. It should be a long one. I have a lot of work to do. One good thing about him not having a job is I can work late to clean up everything. He's taking Nick to the dr. this afternoon. THANK GOD. Nick hasn't had his meds in a couple days. He scripts ran out and we missed his last appointment, so I knew she was gonna make us wait. Plus we have to change his meds a little bit. But other than that he's doing really well. You can definitely see that he needs the meds. He's so much more in control of himself with them. And although he's been off the wall, I know he could have been much worse, and I'm proud of him for holding it together.
Calli... Well, Callihan is Callihan. She's such a love bug. She'll be 4 in a couple of weeks, but she still wants to be held and cuddled all the time. Kisses galore. She's so funny. She'll hold my face and say, first I kiss then you kiss. I'm not allowed to pucker or anything. Just hold my face still and she'll kiss me. Then I get to kiss her. She's hysterical. And the faces she makes... kills me!! She's just a riot.
Oh... sad news. I found the parakeet dead this morning. The cat has had it's eye on him for quite a while. She figured out how to do a bounding leap-bounce off the fire place - and grab hold of the cage. I think last night... she completed her task. Either she clawed him, or just scared him to death, literally. Calli's gonna be heart broken. She loved that crazy little bird. I'm sure he's in birdy heaven, swinging on that big swing in the sky. :o(
Ok, off to do work... BLAHHHhhh
John's out of work again - ARG - (if you're reading this, you better get the hell off the computer and start calling for a job) I hate this. I hate living paycheck to paycheck. I hate worrying if the bills will get paid. I hate getting yelled at because they aren't paid, or there's no food. I hate worrying if he'll have a job or not. I know things just aren't handed to you, but damnit, I've put in my time. Someone needs to hand me something. Even a little something. I'm tired of having to take care of everyone and no one taking care of me. I'm tired of hearing, It'll get better, things will change. Cause they haven't and they wont. It's a never ending cycle. And I either need to break the cycle or break his neck. I always said I was going to marry a really rich old man with a heart condition. Kill him off and then marry a poor man for love. I should've done that. Now I'm just poor and tired.
And if I hear, "I'm sorry, but.." one more time. I'm going to scream!!! Saying BUT after I'm sorry negates the appology!
Ok, venting over.. for now at least. It's sucks cause we're stealing internet at home right now and I know he's gonna read this and it's just gonna start another fight, but, whatever.
As for this week. It should be a long one. I have a lot of work to do. One good thing about him not having a job is I can work late to clean up everything. He's taking Nick to the dr. this afternoon. THANK GOD. Nick hasn't had his meds in a couple days. He scripts ran out and we missed his last appointment, so I knew she was gonna make us wait. Plus we have to change his meds a little bit. But other than that he's doing really well. You can definitely see that he needs the meds. He's so much more in control of himself with them. And although he's been off the wall, I know he could have been much worse, and I'm proud of him for holding it together.
Calli... Well, Callihan is Callihan. She's such a love bug. She'll be 4 in a couple of weeks, but she still wants to be held and cuddled all the time. Kisses galore. She's so funny. She'll hold my face and say, first I kiss then you kiss. I'm not allowed to pucker or anything. Just hold my face still and she'll kiss me. Then I get to kiss her. She's hysterical. And the faces she makes... kills me!! She's just a riot.
Oh... sad news. I found the parakeet dead this morning. The cat has had it's eye on him for quite a while. She figured out how to do a bounding leap-bounce off the fire place - and grab hold of the cage. I think last night... she completed her task. Either she clawed him, or just scared him to death, literally. Calli's gonna be heart broken. She loved that crazy little bird. I'm sure he's in birdy heaven, swinging on that big swing in the sky. :o(
Ok, off to do work... BLAHHHhhh
Friday, January 11, 2008
I'm not in jail!!
YAY!! Although we did end up dropping almost $500 last night. UG. I know everyone thought John's mouth was going to get us in trouble, but it was actually me that started babbling nonsense. After about a minute and the judge starting to look at me like I was the scum of the earth, I just shut my mouth and started saying, Yes Sir. He asked why we wrote checks from an account that had no money. I had a REALLY good reason, but for some reason I started saying it backwards. Which made us look really bad. At that point, I couldn't fix it, so I just shut up. So we paid the amount of the checks plus $120 in bank fees before we even saw the judge. Then he just gave us court costs which came out to about $130. Now HERE is where the ass fucks up. The clerk says, well, I think she wanted you to do an extended pay (pay over time). In "she" I think she meant our friend at the other court where the case was supposed to be. MEANING, she probably could have gotten us out of paying it. But NOOOooooo We had to pay it RIGHT NOW! Ass. Then he's yellin at me again. Cause it's always my fault. Whatever...
So, then we went home poor, but at least we went home and not to the hooscow! And then we all went to bed. At 8:30. LOL Poor dog, she didn't get anytime out today, except to go potty. I was just so emotionally exhausted, I needed to sleep.
Have we talked about that vacation I need? A friend mentioned a day at a spa... mmmmm yummy. But then my twisted head says... why are you spending all that money on a day at the spa when you have bills to pay and no food in the house! THAT, my friends is why Mary Kay does the awards that they do. They don't give you cash prizes. They give jewelry, and other personal stuff. The idea is that they know if they gave you money, you would spend it one what you need (ie, food, bills). They want to give you something just for YOU. It's very hard as a mother and a wife to think of yourself and not everyone else.
Where was I going with that... I have no idea. Oh well. Lost my train of thought. But then again, that's not to hard these days. I went to Shelly's yesterday to talk and vent. I love you Shell. You really are my best friend and I promise never to keep anything from you ever again!
Anyone interested in coming to my house this weekend to clean? I'll pay you ... in like dinner or something. I need those "Clean Sweep" people to come over. THAT would be awesome!
Off on a tangent again. Going to do work. Have a great weekend everyone!!
So, then we went home poor, but at least we went home and not to the hooscow! And then we all went to bed. At 8:30. LOL Poor dog, she didn't get anytime out today, except to go potty. I was just so emotionally exhausted, I needed to sleep.
Have we talked about that vacation I need? A friend mentioned a day at a spa... mmmmm yummy. But then my twisted head says... why are you spending all that money on a day at the spa when you have bills to pay and no food in the house! THAT, my friends is why Mary Kay does the awards that they do. They don't give you cash prizes. They give jewelry, and other personal stuff. The idea is that they know if they gave you money, you would spend it one what you need (ie, food, bills). They want to give you something just for YOU. It's very hard as a mother and a wife to think of yourself and not everyone else.
Where was I going with that... I have no idea. Oh well. Lost my train of thought. But then again, that's not to hard these days. I went to Shelly's yesterday to talk and vent. I love you Shell. You really are my best friend and I promise never to keep anything from you ever again!
Anyone interested in coming to my house this weekend to clean? I'll pay you ... in like dinner or something. I need those "Clean Sweep" people to come over. THAT would be awesome!
Off on a tangent again. Going to do work. Have a great weekend everyone!!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I LIKE MUFFINS!
I have to go to court tonight. Everyone pool your money together to bail my ass out of jail. Bounced a couple checks at ShopRite. Oh well. Ya know, we owe other people WAY more than we owe SR. You don't see them taking us to court... yet.
Crap, I left my coffee in the car. Ho hum. Can't drink the crap they have here. And I'm not going outside. 1 - cause it's really cold and 2 - cause I'll want a ciggy and I'm out! I guess I'll settle for water. yuck.
Nick's truck came in yesterday. It's a 4 foot long tractor trailer with a remote control. It's very cool. I told him he had to clean his room before he played with it. So what did my husband do?? He started playing with it. I'm like John, put it back. He's ignoring me. Put it BACK. The battery probably doesn't last long on that thing. Still ignoring me. Then wonders why I'm pissed at him. DUH! You're worse than a kid! I actually said what I say to Nicky. "I asked you 3 times to stop playing with that!" Nick's been dying to get that and now you're gonna kill the battery on him. Stop being such a child. Ug. I swear I only birffed 2 kids!! Nick had fun with it though. He's still trying to work out the controls and it's so big, it's hard to drive in the house. We're going to take him down to the school to drive it.
I really like muffins. I got one this morning.... I wish I could have more of the muffin, all of the muffin, right now!, but I'm being good. Trying to behave. Damnit. So I only took a little piece. I want it all.... NOW!
Ok, that's it for now. I really have to get some work done. I've been so distracted and scatter brained that I'm way behind. Ta for now.
I have to go to court tonight. Everyone pool your money together to bail my ass out of jail. Bounced a couple checks at ShopRite. Oh well. Ya know, we owe other people WAY more than we owe SR. You don't see them taking us to court... yet.
Crap, I left my coffee in the car. Ho hum. Can't drink the crap they have here. And I'm not going outside. 1 - cause it's really cold and 2 - cause I'll want a ciggy and I'm out! I guess I'll settle for water. yuck.
Nick's truck came in yesterday. It's a 4 foot long tractor trailer with a remote control. It's very cool. I told him he had to clean his room before he played with it. So what did my husband do?? He started playing with it. I'm like John, put it back. He's ignoring me. Put it BACK. The battery probably doesn't last long on that thing. Still ignoring me. Then wonders why I'm pissed at him. DUH! You're worse than a kid! I actually said what I say to Nicky. "I asked you 3 times to stop playing with that!" Nick's been dying to get that and now you're gonna kill the battery on him. Stop being such a child. Ug. I swear I only birffed 2 kids!! Nick had fun with it though. He's still trying to work out the controls and it's so big, it's hard to drive in the house. We're going to take him down to the school to drive it.
I really like muffins. I got one this morning.... I wish I could have more of the muffin, all of the muffin, right now!, but I'm being good. Trying to behave. Damnit. So I only took a little piece. I want it all.... NOW!
Ok, that's it for now. I really have to get some work done. I've been so distracted and scatter brained that I'm way behind. Ta for now.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Sis is doing ok, just depressed I think because she's not jumping back up like she normally does. I sat with her for a couple hours yesterday and I think she started feeling better. It's nice to just sit and bull shit and not think about what's really going on.
Luckily I have friends that make me smile. It's funny how I can sit here and write this and have my mind going like crazy, not being able to focus on anything and feeling out of control and then a friend pops on IM and says hi and I can focus. I have people who tell me how much they like me and it makes me feel good. In case you didn't know, I'm a total looser who needs a LOT of attention and needs people to tell me how wonderful I am. Hell I'll settle for being told I look nice today. I even started doing my make-up the last couple of days so I can feel a little better. Maybe some guy will hit one me! Can't get better attention than that. You're married for so long that your husband looks at you as an afterthought. So getting a look from someone else... very nice. I could probably get a lot more of that kind of attention if I lost 80 pounds... hmm.
You see in my twisted head, if someone doesn't say something nice about me or smile at me or anything else stupid like that, I think they don't like me. And if they don't like me, well then why don't they like me? Have I said something wrong to them? Did I do something? How can I make them like me? Even if I really don't like that person and don't want to be friends with them... they still have to like ME! It's very convoluted.
I blame my childhood. I didn't get enough love as a child (Don't panic mom, I'm talking about the sperm donor, not you!) So I think I always have an overwhelming urge to feel that love, affection, attention... maybe that's why my marriage is always in the crapper. WOW, I just saved myself thousands of dollars. I don't need therapy.. I need someone to pay attention to me!
OK... I have no idea where all that came from... ok, maybe I do a little bit. Again, apologies to my readers. I promise to become normal again soon! I'm going to stop writing now before a reader calls the men in white coats after me..... although, that would probably be a nice quite vacation. Just sitting in my padded room ... ahhhh
As you can see from my last few post.. I need to start taking my happy pills again. I know I know, I already got the lecture from several people about not taking them. My posts have been scattered and random. Talking about nothing and everything at the same time. I apologize to anyone who is reading them and thinking that I've lost my mind. (cause I have) I should stop writing them until I can get myself together again, but I just can't seem to stop. So, while you read them.. if you're thinking that I'm not making any sense what so ever... you're right. BUT, it's sounds so right in my head - which is seriously messed up. Can't help it right now though. I'll get a grip soon or later.
Luckily I have friends that make me smile. It's funny how I can sit here and write this and have my mind going like crazy, not being able to focus on anything and feeling out of control and then a friend pops on IM and says hi and I can focus. I have people who tell me how much they like me and it makes me feel good. In case you didn't know, I'm a total looser who needs a LOT of attention and needs people to tell me how wonderful I am. Hell I'll settle for being told I look nice today. I even started doing my make-up the last couple of days so I can feel a little better. Maybe some guy will hit one me! Can't get better attention than that. You're married for so long that your husband looks at you as an afterthought. So getting a look from someone else... very nice. I could probably get a lot more of that kind of attention if I lost 80 pounds... hmm.
You see in my twisted head, if someone doesn't say something nice about me or smile at me or anything else stupid like that, I think they don't like me. And if they don't like me, well then why don't they like me? Have I said something wrong to them? Did I do something? How can I make them like me? Even if I really don't like that person and don't want to be friends with them... they still have to like ME! It's very convoluted.
I blame my childhood. I didn't get enough love as a child (Don't panic mom, I'm talking about the sperm donor, not you!) So I think I always have an overwhelming urge to feel that love, affection, attention... maybe that's why my marriage is always in the crapper. WOW, I just saved myself thousands of dollars. I don't need therapy.. I need someone to pay attention to me!
OK... I have no idea where all that came from... ok, maybe I do a little bit. Again, apologies to my readers. I promise to become normal again soon! I'm going to stop writing now before a reader calls the men in white coats after me..... although, that would probably be a nice quite vacation. Just sitting in my padded room ... ahhhh
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Prayers out for my sister please. She had an MS attack and she's not holding up really well. Feeling very down and out. I'm going to make today's blog short so I can head to the hospital to be with her.
I'm not as sour today. I just have to remember that I'm not right in the brain and that things aren't always what they seem. Especially since my mind can twist things to such a degree I can see out the back of my head most of the time.
We had Heather's kids again last night. Our neighbor Arlene is doing very bad. They are basically just keeping her highly medicated until she passes. It's very sad. Michelle and I were talking this morning about how so far this year has been really shitty. It just seems like it has started out with a lot of gloom and doom. Hopefully it will get better from here. Everyone cross your fingers.
Hmm, a happy thought..... damn, I know there's got to be one in there somewhere.... hmmm... OH, it's supposed to be like 65 today. IT'S JANUARY!!! Normally it's like 5 below here. Crazy weather. Although, I wont be able to enjoy it much. I should have played hooky today.
I'm sure I can think of a happier thought tomorrow. ttfn
I'm not as sour today. I just have to remember that I'm not right in the brain and that things aren't always what they seem. Especially since my mind can twist things to such a degree I can see out the back of my head most of the time.
We had Heather's kids again last night. Our neighbor Arlene is doing very bad. They are basically just keeping her highly medicated until she passes. It's very sad. Michelle and I were talking this morning about how so far this year has been really shitty. It just seems like it has started out with a lot of gloom and doom. Hopefully it will get better from here. Everyone cross your fingers.
Hmm, a happy thought..... damn, I know there's got to be one in there somewhere.... hmmm... OH, it's supposed to be like 65 today. IT'S JANUARY!!! Normally it's like 5 below here. Crazy weather. Although, I wont be able to enjoy it much. I should have played hooky today.
I'm sure I can think of a happier thought tomorrow. ttfn
Monday, January 7, 2008
Ahhh, the joys of Mondays. Calli climbed into bed with me sometime in the middle of the night saying her tummy hurt. I had no idea where John was (on the couch as usual). Luckily there was no throwing up or anything. I woke her up this morning and she said it still hurt, so I left her home with John. Hopefully she doesn't get a stomach bug.
Nick has been enthralling audiences with the dropping of his pants. Ug. I know it's all part of the AS. No inhibitions. But that's really one I'd like him to have. He thinks it's rather funny. I think it's dangerous. Let's hope he gets the hint on that one soon.
One of our fish is eating the others. We have 5 fish missing. Not even, oh, that ones floating or oh, there's a piece of him... nope, they're just GONE! So someone in there is very hungry. We just can't figure out who. Our babies kept dying too. I was able to rescue about 5 of them and put them in another tank. Poor things. I blame Shelly. I think the shark she gave us is a meany. Although the silver shark we have has gotten REALLY big so who knows.
As for me... I'm feeling ... down I guess you would call it. I reluctantly cleaned on Saturday, but Sunday... I didn't do a damn thing. I sat my ass on the couch and read a book. ALL DAY! Why did I feel guilty about that? Why should I feel guilty? I'm allowed to do nothing once in a while.
My friend (and old neighbor) is up from NC because our other neighbor down the road is passing away from cancer and they are really close. So I've had her 2 kids the entire weekend which is nice. They're very close in age to my kids - actually our daughters are only 2 weeks apart. They played together the whole time. Calli only got one bloody nose, her son only had one fist full of hair removed, Nick only got slapped in the face and his gonads punched a couple of times and her daughter actually went unscathed - except for a screaming match over who got to play the piano first. But truly, her kids kept mine so busy I was able to sit and do nothing.
And yet... I still felt like I was going to get in trouble for doing that. Why is that??? Why is it that at thirty ffhladjkla I still feel like I'm a little kid who has to answer to other people? I'm taking a day off damn it, don't look at me like that. If you want shit done... there's the sink, there's the dishes... Have a ball. I'll be right here on this couch living in my fantasy world of dark hunters saving the world from the evil gods.
I'm not in the best mood today... can you tell??? lol And now I have to do work. JOY!
Someone make my life nicer... Please? Hell I'll settle for just today.
Nick has been enthralling audiences with the dropping of his pants. Ug. I know it's all part of the AS. No inhibitions. But that's really one I'd like him to have. He thinks it's rather funny. I think it's dangerous. Let's hope he gets the hint on that one soon.
One of our fish is eating the others. We have 5 fish missing. Not even, oh, that ones floating or oh, there's a piece of him... nope, they're just GONE! So someone in there is very hungry. We just can't figure out who. Our babies kept dying too. I was able to rescue about 5 of them and put them in another tank. Poor things. I blame Shelly. I think the shark she gave us is a meany. Although the silver shark we have has gotten REALLY big so who knows.
As for me... I'm feeling ... down I guess you would call it. I reluctantly cleaned on Saturday, but Sunday... I didn't do a damn thing. I sat my ass on the couch and read a book. ALL DAY! Why did I feel guilty about that? Why should I feel guilty? I'm allowed to do nothing once in a while.
My friend (and old neighbor) is up from NC because our other neighbor down the road is passing away from cancer and they are really close. So I've had her 2 kids the entire weekend which is nice. They're very close in age to my kids - actually our daughters are only 2 weeks apart. They played together the whole time. Calli only got one bloody nose, her son only had one fist full of hair removed, Nick only got slapped in the face and his gonads punched a couple of times and her daughter actually went unscathed - except for a screaming match over who got to play the piano first. But truly, her kids kept mine so busy I was able to sit and do nothing.
And yet... I still felt like I was going to get in trouble for doing that. Why is that??? Why is it that at thirty ffhladjkla I still feel like I'm a little kid who has to answer to other people? I'm taking a day off damn it, don't look at me like that. If you want shit done... there's the sink, there's the dishes... Have a ball. I'll be right here on this couch living in my fantasy world of dark hunters saving the world from the evil gods.
I'm not in the best mood today... can you tell??? lol And now I have to do work. JOY!
Someone make my life nicer... Please? Hell I'll settle for just today.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Have you ever wished your life was like a romance novel? I mean really, if people can think these things up in their heads... why can't they be real?
I've been reading these books in the Paranormal Erotica genera. Basically they are romance novels, but they have vampires and witches and werewolves in them instead of the stupid rich housewife who screws the pool boy. Hey, if we're going to fantasize, we might as well REALLY fantasize, right?
Anyway, why can't life be like that. Why can't we leave the drama of real life behind and just live outside of reality? Wouldn't that be nice? No marriage, no kids, no work, no daycare issues, no money issues - hell, in these books, people don't even go to the bathroom! Just fight demons and have sex.
My only problem is that I fantasize that I'm gorgeous! Thin and beautiful... then I look in the mirror and the fantasy is blown. I can put myself into these characters and think that I'm them. And then I look away from my book and realize it's just a book. That I'm sitting in my boring room in my boring life and that most men wouldn't want to be scene in public with me let alone engage in lascivious activities. LOL
What was that movie... the one with Arnold ... Oh, Total Recall. I want that done. I want someone to invade my brain and put in all these lovely memories. (And for good measure, they can add a hatred for food!) Then I can wake up and just start all over. Ahhhh
Maybe one day I'll loose a bazillion pounds, have a tummy tuck and a boob job and become the way I see myself in my head. Then I can quit my day job, become a stripper and make a ton of money.
Ok, back to this damn reality.... Bah Humbug!
I've been reading these books in the Paranormal Erotica genera. Basically they are romance novels, but they have vampires and witches and werewolves in them instead of the stupid rich housewife who screws the pool boy. Hey, if we're going to fantasize, we might as well REALLY fantasize, right?
Anyway, why can't life be like that. Why can't we leave the drama of real life behind and just live outside of reality? Wouldn't that be nice? No marriage, no kids, no work, no daycare issues, no money issues - hell, in these books, people don't even go to the bathroom! Just fight demons and have sex.
My only problem is that I fantasize that I'm gorgeous! Thin and beautiful... then I look in the mirror and the fantasy is blown. I can put myself into these characters and think that I'm them. And then I look away from my book and realize it's just a book. That I'm sitting in my boring room in my boring life and that most men wouldn't want to be scene in public with me let alone engage in lascivious activities. LOL
What was that movie... the one with Arnold ... Oh, Total Recall. I want that done. I want someone to invade my brain and put in all these lovely memories. (And for good measure, they can add a hatred for food!) Then I can wake up and just start all over. Ahhhh
Maybe one day I'll loose a bazillion pounds, have a tummy tuck and a boob job and become the way I see myself in my head. Then I can quit my day job, become a stripper and make a ton of money.
Ok, back to this damn reality.... Bah Humbug!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
I'm running away
That's it, I'm done. I'm running away forever. Don't come looking for me. Just leave me alone. My Mother will not admit that I was adopted and she needs to fess up!
There is not other explanation! There is no way I'm actually related to these people! It's insane.
I mentioned before that my niece got kicked out of her mom's during their visit cause they were fighting. She stayed with me one night and then went back. Monday I got a call from my sister saying "Get her out of here NOW". I left work a little early (I had a migraine anyway) and went over there. Stood over her while they packed all their stuff and sent her to my house. Ok, PHEWWW, done over. No big deal. They were fighting over a blanket!! They stayed at my house (well, they went to the city and then came back to my house to sleep).
Yesterday was a lazy day since we were up until 4:30am. Around 3pm Calli and I went up to take a nap. I vaguely remember Cassy trying to wake me up to tell me she was going to pick up David (her brother) but my body refused to acknowledge her.
6pm I called her and said, hey, stop at the store for me on your way back. OK, no problem
6:45, Hey, were are you guys? - voice mail
7:15 - Ok, seriously, your mom lives 10 min from me. Where are you? - Oh, we're at McDonalds eating, we'll be there in a little while. - Ok
8:20pm - OH COME ON!! - Ok, well, we're actually at the police station - WHAT!!!
Turns out they went to get Dave who wasn't ready yet and all hell broke loose. My sister and my niece decided to have one last blow out because they both needed to put in the last dig. Fists flew, bodies flew, blood flew. My nephew got involved, my brother in law got involved, the POLICE got involved. My sister was arrested and and the kids had to go file police reports.
Explain something to me. WHY WHY WHY WHY - Why fight? Why argue at all? Why not just say, ok, Dave, as soon as your stuff is done, finish packing and head out. I'm going to go in my room and close the door. Let me know when you're leaving so I can say good-bye. And BE DONE WITH IT!! Nooooooooooo it has to be a war.
They came back to my place and all started talking at once, - this happened, that happened, I said, Stop. I don't want to hear it. I am the safe house. I am offering you a place to sleep. I AM NOT getting involved in your stupidity!!
Those two are exactly alike and that's why they fight. They wont admit it though. God forbid!!
Like I don't have enough of my own crap to deal with, I have to deal with my CRAZY family.
Calgon.... Take me away.
Mommy - who's my real Daddy??? Is he rich? Can he save me from this family?
Or maybe someone out there is interested in adopting a sweet little girl - I'm loving, caring (32 shhhhh) and need a good home.
There is not other explanation! There is no way I'm actually related to these people! It's insane.
I mentioned before that my niece got kicked out of her mom's during their visit cause they were fighting. She stayed with me one night and then went back. Monday I got a call from my sister saying "Get her out of here NOW". I left work a little early (I had a migraine anyway) and went over there. Stood over her while they packed all their stuff and sent her to my house. Ok, PHEWWW, done over. No big deal. They were fighting over a blanket!! They stayed at my house (well, they went to the city and then came back to my house to sleep).
Yesterday was a lazy day since we were up until 4:30am. Around 3pm Calli and I went up to take a nap. I vaguely remember Cassy trying to wake me up to tell me she was going to pick up David (her brother) but my body refused to acknowledge her.
6pm I called her and said, hey, stop at the store for me on your way back. OK, no problem
6:45, Hey, were are you guys? - voice mail
7:15 - Ok, seriously, your mom lives 10 min from me. Where are you? - Oh, we're at McDonalds eating, we'll be there in a little while. - Ok
8:20pm - OH COME ON!! - Ok, well, we're actually at the police station - WHAT!!!
Turns out they went to get Dave who wasn't ready yet and all hell broke loose. My sister and my niece decided to have one last blow out because they both needed to put in the last dig. Fists flew, bodies flew, blood flew. My nephew got involved, my brother in law got involved, the POLICE got involved. My sister was arrested and and the kids had to go file police reports.
Explain something to me. WHY WHY WHY WHY - Why fight? Why argue at all? Why not just say, ok, Dave, as soon as your stuff is done, finish packing and head out. I'm going to go in my room and close the door. Let me know when you're leaving so I can say good-bye. And BE DONE WITH IT!! Nooooooooooo it has to be a war.
They came back to my place and all started talking at once, - this happened, that happened, I said, Stop. I don't want to hear it. I am the safe house. I am offering you a place to sleep. I AM NOT getting involved in your stupidity!!
Those two are exactly alike and that's why they fight. They wont admit it though. God forbid!!
Like I don't have enough of my own crap to deal with, I have to deal with my CRAZY family.
Calgon.... Take me away.
Mommy - who's my real Daddy??? Is he rich? Can he save me from this family?
Or maybe someone out there is interested in adopting a sweet little girl - I'm loving, caring (32 shhhhh) and need a good home.
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