December 23
Ah to be a kid again
It would be grand. Christmas would still have magic and suspense.
Hearing the Nativity Story would be anticipated instead of wondering what time we could be done by. You'd ask all kinds of questions, now though you dread having to explain why Mary and Joseph named him Jesus and not Jim or Square.....
Making cookies for Santa is about nothing but fun and making a mess rather than trying to clean as you go to lighten the cleaning load for afterwards.
Presents were meant to be squished and shook and felt with our eyes closed to try and envision what lies within, now though the squishing and shaking and feeling up of the gifts gives me a heart attack and makes me want to scream about possibly ripping the paper and me having to wrap them again.
As a child you never looked under the tree and though " damn what if I don't like anything that's there ?" As a parent I worry that even though they said they wanted it, that they have changed their minds and now think they are beyond that.
The past few days have been stressful because of those few things I just mentioned. I suppose it's my own selfishness that has taken over, what a shitty time to be selfish I know. I just miss that "magic and elation" that used to accompany these days preceding.
After much self reflection though, it is back. I look at my girls and wonder why in the hell it ever left me. They are my miracles and they are my love and magic and elation.
I got lost but now I am back on track. I don't give a shit if I have to wrap all the gifts 10 times, it was worth it to see Mimi get stuck under the tree getting to them. We can make cookies a dozen more times, the flour on their faces and sprinkles stuck to the end of their noses shows that it meant more to them than just making a mess. I will explain over and over to Didda that even if "Jim" and "Square" are fine names, his name is Jesus, and no she cannot call him Jim.
I hope that all of you are filled with your own magic and are able experience your own miracles this Christmas .......
Showing posts with label omaha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label omaha. Show all posts
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
December 18
And the beat goes on and on....
Can you seriously believe that there are only 7 damn days until Christmas ?!?! Oy ! Wait...that was a Jewish term and Hanukah is...nevermind.... you know what I mean.
The weather has been less than pleasant around these parts...I know I have stated this a million times but I HATE winter, what I hate more is the viruses that run rampant through our house during this time. But when it's too cold to go anywhere there is not much to do but share germs and bitch about it I suppose.
The girls are all very excited to the point of madness about next week, but yet for some reason Didda is more concerned about what we are doing for the 4th of July. She's let me know that we will be having a party and she will hold her baby brother for me when I decorate for it, and she is worried that Aunt Tawny might miss the fireworks. I even had to call Tawny and then reassure Didda that they will be here. She's started to ease off that subject, and is going back into " I want everything from Santa" mode.
In other news ...remember the neighbor lady that was the "constant lawn mower " ? Like 7 a.m. mowing and psychotic about the leaves and blah blah ? Anyway, I got a text from the ex-wife of the guy whose girlfriend that is that she died suddenly last week.
Oddly enough hubs and I and Darby (across the street) had only minutes before been saying that it was odd that they hadn't picked the leaves off their lawn....very odd for her. She died of a cancer that she had suffered from before and although she knew it was highly likely that it would come back, she neglected to go back for follow up appointments.
She went to the hospital on Tuesday complaining of severe stomach pain, got a CT scan that showed it had spread through her entire body, and her obituary was in the paper Thursday.
Not only that....the next night I walked into the bathroom where our blinds were up, I didn't turn the light on because I was just grabbing a tissue. I happened to see out of the corner of my eye that their dining room light was on. (It's easy to see because the back of our house faces the side of theirs the windows are pretty much adjacent.) I look over and see a woman standing in front of the window and as I try to not piss myself because I just saw a ghost....the guy walks in the dining room and wraps his arms around the ghost from behind and starts to kiss her neck. This was no ghost...this was a new woman already ! I still about pissed myself ! Two seconds later a little girl about Diddas age ran through the room...it was only then I was sure it wasn't a ghost because the other one had two older boys. So yeah I spied for a second I admit and not even shamefully.
Shame on him really. I mean damn, the body wasn't even cold yet ! I know it's obvious that he and this new one had a thing before all of this, it just seems so disrespectful to me though. So the new one has been over every night this week, she even came by while he was at work to let the dog out and check the mail.
I bet that he thinks that everyone in the neighborhood thinks that he and old one broke up since she just up and disappeared though, forgetting that I have a line to gossip to and from just about anywhere in the world.
Oh I never said it was good to gossip but, damn if the gossip is good just tell me and I'll spread the word for you ;)
And the beat goes on and on....
Can you seriously believe that there are only 7 damn days until Christmas ?!?! Oy ! Wait...that was a Jewish term and Hanukah is...nevermind.... you know what I mean.
The weather has been less than pleasant around these parts...I know I have stated this a million times but I HATE winter, what I hate more is the viruses that run rampant through our house during this time. But when it's too cold to go anywhere there is not much to do but share germs and bitch about it I suppose.
The girls are all very excited to the point of madness about next week, but yet for some reason Didda is more concerned about what we are doing for the 4th of July. She's let me know that we will be having a party and she will hold her baby brother for me when I decorate for it, and she is worried that Aunt Tawny might miss the fireworks. I even had to call Tawny and then reassure Didda that they will be here. She's started to ease off that subject, and is going back into " I want everything from Santa" mode.
In other news ...remember the neighbor lady that was the "constant lawn mower " ? Like 7 a.m. mowing and psychotic about the leaves and blah blah ? Anyway, I got a text from the ex-wife of the guy whose girlfriend that is that she died suddenly last week.
Oddly enough hubs and I and Darby (across the street) had only minutes before been saying that it was odd that they hadn't picked the leaves off their lawn....very odd for her. She died of a cancer that she had suffered from before and although she knew it was highly likely that it would come back, she neglected to go back for follow up appointments.
She went to the hospital on Tuesday complaining of severe stomach pain, got a CT scan that showed it had spread through her entire body, and her obituary was in the paper Thursday.
Not only that....the next night I walked into the bathroom where our blinds were up, I didn't turn the light on because I was just grabbing a tissue. I happened to see out of the corner of my eye that their dining room light was on. (It's easy to see because the back of our house faces the side of theirs the windows are pretty much adjacent.) I look over and see a woman standing in front of the window and as I try to not piss myself because I just saw a ghost....the guy walks in the dining room and wraps his arms around the ghost from behind and starts to kiss her neck. This was no ghost...this was a new woman already ! I still about pissed myself ! Two seconds later a little girl about Diddas age ran through the room...it was only then I was sure it wasn't a ghost because the other one had two older boys. So yeah I spied for a second I admit and not even shamefully.
Shame on him really. I mean damn, the body wasn't even cold yet ! I know it's obvious that he and this new one had a thing before all of this, it just seems so disrespectful to me though. So the new one has been over every night this week, she even came by while he was at work to let the dog out and check the mail.
I bet that he thinks that everyone in the neighborhood thinks that he and old one broke up since she just up and disappeared though, forgetting that I have a line to gossip to and from just about anywhere in the world.
Oh I never said it was good to gossip but, damn if the gossip is good just tell me and I'll spread the word for you ;)
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
December 05
Thank God for Cheeseburgers
I'm sure most of you have heard by now of the tragedy at one of our malls here in Omaha. Many of you have sent me emails and text messages asking if we are ok and yes we are. Thank you for asking and caring.
We are ok because of a cheeseburger.
We had plans to head out to that mall today ,that is further away than our normal one, to do some Christmas "wishing". It was about 10:40 a.m. and we were coming back from dropping my work off. Didda had been in rare form all morning, (that I should just call normal form from now on). She started throwing a fit about having a McDonalds cheeseburger for lunch, and no matter what else I offered her instead it was no good even if it was at the food court, she could give a shit less. And, the fact that it wasn't even 11 a.m. yet made less of a difference in her mind.
Knowing that after she had a breakdown about such a minor thing I knew that we were not going anywhere today so we went to McDonalds and came home.
My phone started beeping and ringing shortly after it broke on the news, and the second person was my sister who I assumed was calling to ask about our status. Actually, she was calling to ask if I'd seen their local news and what had happened there. She was asking because she and her best friend were working alone in the bank this morning and were robbed.
Here I was all full of relief because we were ok and had stayed away from danger today and my baby sister was face to face with a man with a gun. The realization of that hit me harder than our own aversion of mayhem.
What's odd in itself is, my sister had called me last night saying that she was very stressed. Her mind was racing and she couldn't calm herself down no matter what. She was in the beginning stages of a panic attack for no apparent reason. The reason, I see now was premonition.
Today, although not "Thanksgiving" I am saying thanks for the fact that we are all safe and sound. I am also sending my heartfelt thoughts and prayers to the families that are grieving for their loved ones that were lost today in this tragedy.
Thank God for Cheeseburgers
I'm sure most of you have heard by now of the tragedy at one of our malls here in Omaha. Many of you have sent me emails and text messages asking if we are ok and yes we are. Thank you for asking and caring.
We are ok because of a cheeseburger.
We had plans to head out to that mall today ,that is further away than our normal one, to do some Christmas "wishing". It was about 10:40 a.m. and we were coming back from dropping my work off. Didda had been in rare form all morning, (that I should just call normal form from now on). She started throwing a fit about having a McDonalds cheeseburger for lunch, and no matter what else I offered her instead it was no good even if it was at the food court, she could give a shit less. And, the fact that it wasn't even 11 a.m. yet made less of a difference in her mind.
Knowing that after she had a breakdown about such a minor thing I knew that we were not going anywhere today so we went to McDonalds and came home.
My phone started beeping and ringing shortly after it broke on the news, and the second person was my sister who I assumed was calling to ask about our status. Actually, she was calling to ask if I'd seen their local news and what had happened there. She was asking because she and her best friend were working alone in the bank this morning and were robbed.
Here I was all full of relief because we were ok and had stayed away from danger today and my baby sister was face to face with a man with a gun. The realization of that hit me harder than our own aversion of mayhem.
What's odd in itself is, my sister had called me last night saying that she was very stressed. Her mind was racing and she couldn't calm herself down no matter what. She was in the beginning stages of a panic attack for no apparent reason. The reason, I see now was premonition.
Today, although not "Thanksgiving" I am saying thanks for the fact that we are all safe and sound. I am also sending my heartfelt thoughts and prayers to the families that are grieving for their loved ones that were lost today in this tragedy.
Monday, November 12, 2007
November 12
Monday
This weekend was quite uneventful. We shampooed carpets, I worked, we did yard work. Oh I did finally get the hose out and rinse off all the chalk paint monster footprints on the driveway from Halloween. And there you have it. I did get a new keyboard and mouse the other day due to MiMi grabbing a full soda and pouring it on the old ones. These are both wireless, and while they are cool and the keyboard can type even when you take it to the living room (Jam had to check on this)....I hate the keyboard. It's very much like a laptop keyboard, the keys are all flush and weird, and for some reason the "E" key either ignores me completely or tries to compensate the next time I hit it by putting up 3 god damn E's. Ugh. It makes transcription take much longer than it should.
I'm trying to make a list of what to get people for Christmas, not Didda though because after 15 minutes of Nickoloden commercials she has a wish list that amounts to about 5 grand, so her gifts should be easy. She sat up in bed the other night, eyes closed, pointed toward the wall and said "Mom ! I want that for Christmas !"
Let's see.....in other news we are trying to decide on a name for the male fetus. Since it is a boy and we used to have a named picked out that is now way overused we are lost. We like a few names, but still, can't decide.
Alrighty well, I am off ! Oh and I don't want to forget to say Happy Veteran's Day, to all of you !
We Love Our Troops, Past, Present and Future !! Thank You !
Monday
This weekend was quite uneventful. We shampooed carpets, I worked, we did yard work. Oh I did finally get the hose out and rinse off all the chalk paint monster footprints on the driveway from Halloween. And there you have it. I did get a new keyboard and mouse the other day due to MiMi grabbing a full soda and pouring it on the old ones. These are both wireless, and while they are cool and the keyboard can type even when you take it to the living room (Jam had to check on this)....I hate the keyboard. It's very much like a laptop keyboard, the keys are all flush and weird, and for some reason the "E" key either ignores me completely or tries to compensate the next time I hit it by putting up 3 god damn E's. Ugh. It makes transcription take much longer than it should.
I'm trying to make a list of what to get people for Christmas, not Didda though because after 15 minutes of Nickoloden commercials she has a wish list that amounts to about 5 grand, so her gifts should be easy. She sat up in bed the other night, eyes closed, pointed toward the wall and said "Mom ! I want that for Christmas !"
Let's see.....in other news we are trying to decide on a name for the male fetus. Since it is a boy and we used to have a named picked out that is now way overused we are lost. We like a few names, but still, can't decide.
Alrighty well, I am off ! Oh and I don't want to forget to say Happy Veteran's Day, to all of you !
We Love Our Troops, Past, Present and Future !! Thank You !
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
September 17
Let's dance the jig(saw)
I damn sure did ! I've been wanting one for some time now, and my good friend Mel happened upon two in a box of shit she bought at an auction last weekend. Meaning I inherited a saw !
So we all know what that means. Jess is gonna saw on some shit ! I am totally clueless as to what I'll be making with this contraption of mine, although I do think I'll start with something Halloween. I should say I'm going to try and start with something Halloween. But, considering the only power tool I've ever used is a rechargeable screwdriver, then it may turn out that I'm making nothing but a lopsided pumpkin, and a fingerless hand, the hand being mine.
Our AFLAC pays you like 5 grand if you cut your pinky finger off, and I'm quite sure I can function for the rest of my life without a pinky finger. (Just one of those things you look up to see how much it pays out of curiosity) So...here's to making Halloween decorations and coming out with just one less finger.
Now that I've said that I probably jinxed myself and my typing will be all fucked up because I jigsawed my pinky finger off. Wait, I don't think I'll be able to talk right either considering I talk with my hands so much. Not sign language, but more like " it was this big...and...that sonofabitch went clear over there!"
Shit. I'll be a bad typist and a mute.
Ok now I have to re-think this whole jigsaw plan and go to bed. My stomach is crazy too. We had breakfast burritos for dinner and my gut keeps making a toilet flushing sound.
Let's dance the jig(saw)
I damn sure did ! I've been wanting one for some time now, and my good friend Mel happened upon two in a box of shit she bought at an auction last weekend. Meaning I inherited a saw !
So we all know what that means. Jess is gonna saw on some shit ! I am totally clueless as to what I'll be making with this contraption of mine, although I do think I'll start with something Halloween. I should say I'm going to try and start with something Halloween. But, considering the only power tool I've ever used is a rechargeable screwdriver, then it may turn out that I'm making nothing but a lopsided pumpkin, and a fingerless hand, the hand being mine.
Our AFLAC pays you like 5 grand if you cut your pinky finger off, and I'm quite sure I can function for the rest of my life without a pinky finger. (Just one of those things you look up to see how much it pays out of curiosity) So...here's to making Halloween decorations and coming out with just one less finger.
Now that I've said that I probably jinxed myself and my typing will be all fucked up because I jigsawed my pinky finger off. Wait, I don't think I'll be able to talk right either considering I talk with my hands so much. Not sign language, but more like " it was this big...and...that sonofabitch went clear over there!"
Shit. I'll be a bad typist and a mute.
Ok now I have to re-think this whole jigsaw plan and go to bed. My stomach is crazy too. We had breakfast burritos for dinner and my gut keeps making a toilet flushing sound.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
September 09
Nice
I got an email from Timothy Schaffert saying that "the panelists were more than welcome to bring postcards, buttons, magnets, and any other promotional materials for your books and/or related projects."
Nice. I of course just canceled the blimp appearance with the saying "Who's Your Momma ?!" for fear that it would be too much, now he says I can bring shit !?!?
I think he threw in "related projects" because I am the only one there without a book or nine. I mean hey I'd write a book, but damn have you seen books ? They're like huge ! And all those pages. I dunno about that.
And, I have tons of buttons laying around but I mean who wants all my extra shirt buttons ? I don't get it.
Of course I have no idea once again what the hell I'm going to wear. You know how you want to appear "well dressed, smart, pretty, and approachable" when you do a thing like this. No outfit I have says all those things at once. And, yes I already tried all my outfits on together to see if it worked and it just looked like I had 13 outfits on.
Ok well hubs is home so that means I have to do the whole "wife" thing and "make him some dinner", but he also just volunteered to hold up giant signs with my blog address during my panel, oh wait, he just volunteered to streak naked and do the Arsenio Hall woot too. I just informed him that if he does I'll be introducing him as my ex-husband.
Nice
I got an email from Timothy Schaffert saying that "the panelists were more than welcome to bring postcards, buttons, magnets, and any other promotional materials for your books and/or related projects."
Nice. I of course just canceled the blimp appearance with the saying "Who's Your Momma ?!" for fear that it would be too much, now he says I can bring shit !?!?
I think he threw in "related projects" because I am the only one there without a book or nine. I mean hey I'd write a book, but damn have you seen books ? They're like huge ! And all those pages. I dunno about that.
And, I have tons of buttons laying around but I mean who wants all my extra shirt buttons ? I don't get it.
Of course I have no idea once again what the hell I'm going to wear. You know how you want to appear "well dressed, smart, pretty, and approachable" when you do a thing like this. No outfit I have says all those things at once. And, yes I already tried all my outfits on together to see if it worked and it just looked like I had 13 outfits on.
Ok well hubs is home so that means I have to do the whole "wife" thing and "make him some dinner", but he also just volunteered to hold up giant signs with my blog address during my panel, oh wait, he just volunteered to streak naked and do the Arsenio Hall woot too. I just informed him that if he does I'll be introducing him as my ex-husband.
Friday, August 24, 2007
August 24
The First of (hopefully) at Least Few Good Announcements !
It was confirmed last Saturday that for the second year I am invited to speak at the Omaha LitFest ! I was there last year and didn't say a whole lot about it beforehand, I mentioned it but, that was about it, this year, I am cordially inviting you to come !
It is September 14th and 15th, I'll be "appearing on the 15th", I'll be there the 14th too, but I'll be in disguise as to not get recognized and mobbed by fans ya know.
The panel I'm on this year is : The Devil in Miss Jones: The Panel about Women Writing on the Edge.
You can see my name on the list along with many other people who really are writers right here : Omaha LitFest Writers.
Other than that my week had been busy yet boring. Don't ask me how. I'm tired and bitchy, which I know is such a shocking statement coming from me !
The First of (hopefully) at Least Few Good Announcements !
It was confirmed last Saturday that for the second year I am invited to speak at the Omaha LitFest ! I was there last year and didn't say a whole lot about it beforehand, I mentioned it but, that was about it, this year, I am cordially inviting you to come !
It is September 14th and 15th, I'll be "appearing on the 15th", I'll be there the 14th too, but I'll be in disguise as to not get recognized and mobbed by fans ya know.
The panel I'm on this year is : The Devil in Miss Jones: The Panel about Women Writing on the Edge.
You can see my name on the list along with many other people who really are writers right here : Omaha LitFest Writers.
Other than that my week had been busy yet boring. Don't ask me how. I'm tired and bitchy, which I know is such a shocking statement coming from me !
Monday, August 20, 2007
August 20
It's just Monday
I don't know if anywhere else is having the same problem we here in and around Omaha are having ? We have got an overabundance of spiders outside. They are everywhere. Wolf spiders mostly, then the rest are some fat butted crunchy looking things. They have webs all over the flowers and vines, and up against the houses. Everyone I've talked to around here is having this issue.
Anyway.
This morning as we were leaving for school the girls spotted a huge spider web stretching from the front porch railing across to the front windows. Meaning that getting to the truck would entail walking through the web of this nasty fat butted crunchy thing.
They all came back inside and I went out and grabbed a little bamboo stick that was laying on the porch. I was standing on my tiptoes wrapping the web around the stick and trying to knock the spider from the one string he had left. Oh I was also saying shit out loud, which is what I do when I fight with things. I was saying " waaaasah ! And, hiiii--ya !". It helps trust me.
Apparently, when you are across the street standing on your front porch looking over it appears that I look like I'm a practicing witch while I stretch on my toes and wave a "magic wand" at nothing but air and chanting. Which sent my neighbor into a fit of laughter that made him unable to explain what in the holy hell he was laughing at, because believe me there was not a damn thing funny about it, including the fact that he so easily thought I was a witch.
If I were a witch, I'd have a much better wand that had some sparkles on it.
It's just Monday
I don't know if anywhere else is having the same problem we here in and around Omaha are having ? We have got an overabundance of spiders outside. They are everywhere. Wolf spiders mostly, then the rest are some fat butted crunchy looking things. They have webs all over the flowers and vines, and up against the houses. Everyone I've talked to around here is having this issue.
Anyway.
This morning as we were leaving for school the girls spotted a huge spider web stretching from the front porch railing across to the front windows. Meaning that getting to the truck would entail walking through the web of this nasty fat butted crunchy thing.
They all came back inside and I went out and grabbed a little bamboo stick that was laying on the porch. I was standing on my tiptoes wrapping the web around the stick and trying to knock the spider from the one string he had left. Oh I was also saying shit out loud, which is what I do when I fight with things. I was saying " waaaasah ! And, hiiii--ya !". It helps trust me.
Apparently, when you are across the street standing on your front porch looking over it appears that I look like I'm a practicing witch while I stretch on my toes and wave a "magic wand" at nothing but air and chanting. Which sent my neighbor into a fit of laughter that made him unable to explain what in the holy hell he was laughing at, because believe me there was not a damn thing funny about it, including the fact that he so easily thought I was a witch.
If I were a witch, I'd have a much better wand that had some sparkles on it.
Monday, May 21, 2007
May 21
A Few Things I've decided.
Yesterday afternoon was spent having a heated discussion about landscaping.
I know it sounds dumb to say it was heated, but if you had heard the dumb shit my husband was suggesting you would of gotten pissed too. I do not understand him. He likes things low-key and simple. But yet, suggests the tackiest gawd awful shit for our yard.
We want something nice and eye catching for our lawn. We live on a big corner lot, and our house is the only one that faces west when all the other face north or south.
After much discussion we decided to head to Lowe's and look around and see how much it will be for some of the ideas we'd tossed around. Instead of turning left to go to Lowe's though, hubs turned right. Meaning that we were entering one of the "elite" neighborhoods. Ya know the ones that have some mansions, some castles, and then for some reason a few houses no bigger than ours but cost 9 times more because they have Rapunzels house next door.
That is where one of the things I decided came into play. Screw landscaping.
I want a new house.
Like a new big fabulous house. One that I picked the tile, the carpet, the wall color, the kitchen sink, the direction the staircase flows.
A house that is "us" from the embryonic stage, a house that says " hey bitches..Jess lives here and made me what I am, revel in my beauty and fabulousness !"
Yeah I know hubs, and the kids will live there too, but I'm the boss of things, so the house will have me to thank.
Now, the next step or the first step in the process of building my very own fairy tale house. Paying for it.
Did you know that a person can get between 5 and 15 grand for donating eggs ? Not chicken eggs, like the ovary kind.
Soo.....I should have at least 200 eggs that are good, 200 times let's say 10, well we could say 15 grand because my kids are beautiful. Ok 200 times 15 grand is.....3 million. 45% for taxes, right ? Just to be safe.
I mean I wonder if you have to pay taxes on that ? I would guess you do...that'd be a weird W-2 to fill out though. Ok, 200 times 15 grand equals 3 million minus 45% is 1,350,000. I'd put a million in the bank for my kids when they turn 21.
With the 350k I could build the house I want. I could do it for less, but I want good land too, oh and I'll need a big lawn mower....naw I want a hot gardner.
Oh pfftt...don't look at me like that. Next I was gonna say a hot maid for hubs to look at once a month.
Haha not that I've thought about any of that, I was just asking if you knew.
Ah, I forgot too that the other thing I'd buy would be a new Tahoe. I'm not normally a Chevy fan, but the new Tahoe's are beautimous !
I have also decided that since none of the above statements will ever really happen that someone will just have to give me a house.
Alrighty, while I eagerly await the email saying I've just received my house, I'm gonna go water my lawn.
A Few Things I've decided.
Yesterday afternoon was spent having a heated discussion about landscaping.
I know it sounds dumb to say it was heated, but if you had heard the dumb shit my husband was suggesting you would of gotten pissed too. I do not understand him. He likes things low-key and simple. But yet, suggests the tackiest gawd awful shit for our yard.
We want something nice and eye catching for our lawn. We live on a big corner lot, and our house is the only one that faces west when all the other face north or south.
After much discussion we decided to head to Lowe's and look around and see how much it will be for some of the ideas we'd tossed around. Instead of turning left to go to Lowe's though, hubs turned right. Meaning that we were entering one of the "elite" neighborhoods. Ya know the ones that have some mansions, some castles, and then for some reason a few houses no bigger than ours but cost 9 times more because they have Rapunzels house next door.
That is where one of the things I decided came into play. Screw landscaping.
I want a new house.
Like a new big fabulous house. One that I picked the tile, the carpet, the wall color, the kitchen sink, the direction the staircase flows.
A house that is "us" from the embryonic stage, a house that says " hey bitches..Jess lives here and made me what I am, revel in my beauty and fabulousness !"
Yeah I know hubs, and the kids will live there too, but I'm the boss of things, so the house will have me to thank.
Now, the next step or the first step in the process of building my very own fairy tale house. Paying for it.
Did you know that a person can get between 5 and 15 grand for donating eggs ? Not chicken eggs, like the ovary kind.
Soo.....I should have at least 200 eggs that are good, 200 times let's say 10, well we could say 15 grand because my kids are beautiful. Ok 200 times 15 grand is.....3 million. 45% for taxes, right ? Just to be safe.
I mean I wonder if you have to pay taxes on that ? I would guess you do...that'd be a weird W-2 to fill out though. Ok, 200 times 15 grand equals 3 million minus 45% is 1,350,000. I'd put a million in the bank for my kids when they turn 21.
With the 350k I could build the house I want. I could do it for less, but I want good land too, oh and I'll need a big lawn mower....naw I want a hot gardner.
Oh pfftt...don't look at me like that. Next I was gonna say a hot maid for hubs to look at once a month.
Haha not that I've thought about any of that, I was just asking if you knew.
Ah, I forgot too that the other thing I'd buy would be a new Tahoe. I'm not normally a Chevy fan, but the new Tahoe's are beautimous !
I have also decided that since none of the above statements will ever really happen that someone will just have to give me a house.
Alrighty, while I eagerly await the email saying I've just received my house, I'm gonna go water my lawn.
May 15
Okey Dokey
Ahhh....it has been a long weekend I tell ya.
Saturday............... Krissy came over and her and I went to get a mani/pedi...me for Mothers Day, and she got it so she'd have cute toes for surgery Monday morning !
On our way home we stopped at the DQ to get a couple of MooLattes, since chocolate and anything else more than a medicine cup of liquids will be out of her diet for the next 6 months.
Sitting in line waiting for our frozen treats her car started to overheat. We got our stuff and left to come back to the house, the car was overheating at a rapid pace.
(Just a little FYI if your car ever overheats and you have to drive it to a safe place...turn your heat on and turn it to " recirculate"...it helps pull the heat away from the engine, yes it really works.)
Well Krissy gets the bright idea that we should pull off into a parking lot to " check things under the hood" of her car. Like. Why ? I mean if we did see something what the hell were we gonna do about it ? Not only that we were only 4 blocks from my house. right, so anyway, we pull off into an empty lot and pop the hood. Krissy does her best " I'm a chick that's fixin' on a car with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth pose"...and I snap a pic. Which does nothing to fix the car but sends us into a fit of laughter.
I tell her to watch the coolant container and I'll shake the car to see if we can tell how much if any coolant is in there.
Here I am grabbing and shaking the car back and forth vigorously as Krissy has her face next to the coolant....then I said " I hope no one sees us and thinks that we think we are fixing the car by doing this."
The hood is up and more than anything we are laughing and joking about pretty much everything by now. She says " Jess what the hell is wrong with my car... ?" And I'm like " I dunno ! "
We decided to head to Mel's house because I knew her hubs had some car fixin' on shit. He filled the coolant back up and she made it home. Sunday Krissy's dad got her car fixed, it was the radiator fan.
Sunday.......started off not so hot. I woke up at 4 with a screaming headache. But it had only been 2 hours since I'd went to bed, so I got up to take something for my head and Jam yells at me from her bathroom. She is throwing up all over the damn place. Then starts to cry because it's Mothers Day and here I am cleaning vomit on Mothers Day. the girl cried forever, I got her calm and into the shower to clean up.
Jay of course was up trying to find out what was going on at such an unGodly hour and decided he'd better go outside. After letting him in I walk through the family room...and get rained on. Like...pouring, heavy rain. In. The. Family. Room.
Long story short, the shower curtain was not in the shower and the water ran behind the loose trim .
We went to Lowe's and got mulch, flowers, and more tomato plants and for the rest of the day we worked outside.
It was a good relaxing and productive Mothers Day, and my headache and Jams tummy both got better throughout the day.
Monday...............
I got up at 4 again....Didda's allergies were making her cough so I got up with her and she dozed back off within 20 minutes. I thought about going back to bed, but I knew if I did I'd never be able to wake up and get myself ready and the girls ready in time for school.
I dropped the girls off at school and drove to Krissy's to meet everyone so that we could all follow each other to the hospital.
At 12:07 p.m. yesterday my best friend was in surgery. She had a gastric bypass. She has wanted this for so long, and needed it for so long too.
With this surgery, the weight loss for vanity's sake is a bonus.
The weight loss for her well being and survival is essential.
At 29 years old she is on blood pressure medication, cholesteral meds, diabetes meds, and thyroid meds.
I hope that later, much later in our years that I can look back and say " that day was the first day of the rest of her long happy life."
Okey Dokey
Ahhh....it has been a long weekend I tell ya.
Saturday............... Krissy came over and her and I went to get a mani/pedi...me for Mothers Day, and she got it so she'd have cute toes for surgery Monday morning !
On our way home we stopped at the DQ to get a couple of MooLattes, since chocolate and anything else more than a medicine cup of liquids will be out of her diet for the next 6 months.
Sitting in line waiting for our frozen treats her car started to overheat. We got our stuff and left to come back to the house, the car was overheating at a rapid pace.
(Just a little FYI if your car ever overheats and you have to drive it to a safe place...turn your heat on and turn it to " recirculate"...it helps pull the heat away from the engine, yes it really works.)
Well Krissy gets the bright idea that we should pull off into a parking lot to " check things under the hood" of her car. Like. Why ? I mean if we did see something what the hell were we gonna do about it ? Not only that we were only 4 blocks from my house. right, so anyway, we pull off into an empty lot and pop the hood. Krissy does her best " I'm a chick that's fixin' on a car with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth pose"...and I snap a pic. Which does nothing to fix the car but sends us into a fit of laughter.
I tell her to watch the coolant container and I'll shake the car to see if we can tell how much if any coolant is in there.
Here I am grabbing and shaking the car back and forth vigorously as Krissy has her face next to the coolant....then I said " I hope no one sees us and thinks that we think we are fixing the car by doing this."
The hood is up and more than anything we are laughing and joking about pretty much everything by now. She says " Jess what the hell is wrong with my car... ?" And I'm like " I dunno ! "
We decided to head to Mel's house because I knew her hubs had some car fixin' on shit. He filled the coolant back up and she made it home. Sunday Krissy's dad got her car fixed, it was the radiator fan.
Sunday.......started off not so hot. I woke up at 4 with a screaming headache. But it had only been 2 hours since I'd went to bed, so I got up to take something for my head and Jam yells at me from her bathroom. She is throwing up all over the damn place. Then starts to cry because it's Mothers Day and here I am cleaning vomit on Mothers Day. the girl cried forever, I got her calm and into the shower to clean up.
Jay of course was up trying to find out what was going on at such an unGodly hour and decided he'd better go outside. After letting him in I walk through the family room...and get rained on. Like...pouring, heavy rain. In. The. Family. Room.
Long story short, the shower curtain was not in the shower and the water ran behind the loose trim .
We went to Lowe's and got mulch, flowers, and more tomato plants and for the rest of the day we worked outside.
It was a good relaxing and productive Mothers Day, and my headache and Jams tummy both got better throughout the day.
Monday...............
I got up at 4 again....Didda's allergies were making her cough so I got up with her and she dozed back off within 20 minutes. I thought about going back to bed, but I knew if I did I'd never be able to wake up and get myself ready and the girls ready in time for school.
I dropped the girls off at school and drove to Krissy's to meet everyone so that we could all follow each other to the hospital.
At 12:07 p.m. yesterday my best friend was in surgery. She had a gastric bypass. She has wanted this for so long, and needed it for so long too.
With this surgery, the weight loss for vanity's sake is a bonus.
The weight loss for her well being and survival is essential.
At 29 years old she is on blood pressure medication, cholesteral meds, diabetes meds, and thyroid meds.
I hope that later, much later in our years that I can look back and say " that day was the first day of the rest of her long happy life."
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
