July 16
Monday
Today has been pretty uneventful. The kids have played in the pool (little wading pool with the blow-up sides) for the better part of 11 hours now.
Jam diagnosed her little sister, Poppy, with "Podia-something-itis" which happens to be a rare foot disease that sometimes happens after you have been in the pool for so long you skin is ready to slide right off your bones. I don't know that for a fact I'm just going with what I assume it means.
I'm having a bit of trouble grasping the fact that in less than a month they'll be back in school. Not that I'm sad really about it, but I will miss their little butts.
What I'm more sad about is school shopping, clothes shopping to be more precise. Wait, not the shopping part of it, just the money I have to give the cashier part of it.
Ugh. I've picked up a few things here and there, but nowhere close to what they'll need.
Between having to psyche myself up for paying for it all and, preparing to deal with them on those shopping days, I've already worn myself out.
They are psychotic when it comes to school shopping, it is not even funny anymore. I love that they are meticulous and thorough , but seriously if I only get 5 of the 6 fucking glue sticks we need and we don't find out until we get home, it is not a national emergency, but yet to them it is. They think we need to sound the sirens load the truck and get to a store to buy that other goddamn glue stick. I'm not saying it's happened, just guessing what it might be like if it did ? Ha.
Oh damn I just remembered I need to look on-line for Heart-Guard for JayDawg, of course he needs something too. Asshole.
He got mad at me yesterday for not taking him with us so I came home to find he had pissed all over the kitchen floor, and drank what was left of all the girls' milkshakes. He does not pee in the house anymore, unless of course he's mad. That right there gets him nothing but locked in the kennel every time I leave now. Which sort of defeats the purpose of having a guard dog to protect the house.
I don't leave him outside when we leave now. Just in case we are gone longer than we think we'll be ...it is waaaay too hot for that. Even though he does have his own swimming pool to swim in and drink out of, I can't leave him out there. So for now, back to the kennel.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
Testes...Testes...is this thing on ?
Like, it seems like it's been like forever !
And...saying like 3 times in that sentence makes me wanna gag myself with a silver spoon.
*Snort*
Okay I'm done with all that silliness.
Wow, it has been a long week. Well, long but short. I know you get what I'm trying to say here.
My sister, her 3 kids, and my youngest brother (who is 7), got here Saturday and left yesterday. We went to a big fireworks show that night (Saturday), then had our big get together on the 4th. Ohhhh and on the 4th we had tons of good food including .....3 fried zuchinnis from our very own garden !!! Yay me !
We all had a good time on the 4th, my sister though was feeling pretty shitty from a summertime cold.
Hells bells I was tired yesterday . I took a nap and made dinner. That was the extent of my productiveness...I don't even know if that's a word ? Screw it, we'll just say it is.
I did a bit more today, worked on laundry, made an appointment for Mimi to get shots, called my doctor for a sinus med, made lunch, did more laundry, made dinner, did dishes, watched Sunset Tan. Haha...dude I love that stupid show !
I don't even have anything else to talk about right now believe it or not. Hopefully my sister will upload the pics from the 4th of her kids and mine so I can post some of them. *cough*cough* I mean really...hopefully soon she does.
Like, it seems like it's been like forever !
And...saying like 3 times in that sentence makes me wanna gag myself with a silver spoon.
*Snort*
Okay I'm done with all that silliness.
Wow, it has been a long week. Well, long but short. I know you get what I'm trying to say here.
My sister, her 3 kids, and my youngest brother (who is 7), got here Saturday and left yesterday. We went to a big fireworks show that night (Saturday), then had our big get together on the 4th. Ohhhh and on the 4th we had tons of good food including .....3 fried zuchinnis from our very own garden !!! Yay me !
We all had a good time on the 4th, my sister though was feeling pretty shitty from a summertime cold.
Hells bells I was tired yesterday . I took a nap and made dinner. That was the extent of my productiveness...I don't even know if that's a word ? Screw it, we'll just say it is.
I did a bit more today, worked on laundry, made an appointment for Mimi to get shots, called my doctor for a sinus med, made lunch, did more laundry, made dinner, did dishes, watched Sunset Tan. Haha...dude I love that stupid show !
I don't even have anything else to talk about right now believe it or not. Hopefully my sister will upload the pics from the 4th of her kids and mine so I can post some of them. *cough*cough* I mean really...hopefully soon she does.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
June 28
Guess what I did today ?
Can't tell ya.
I can tell you that I used spraypaint, and no one in this damn house bothered to tell me that I had a gargantuan blue streak across my face before I ran to the store. Thanks guys.
And, I can tell you that my "funk" has turned into "Funkadelic". It's all good.
Didda came upstairs with me while her Dad and sisters watch a movie, a "scare me" movie, not a scary movie mind you. It's a scare me movie to Didda because she thinks that all movies that freak her out are made to frighten her and only her, hence "scare me" movie.
The big girls are all grounded to the house until Saturday night, alot to do with the W.T. girl down the street whose mother leaves on a whine and begs anyone to watch her kid, and if she can't find someone she just leaves her kid and doesn't tell her.
Yeah, nice. All this time I thought if we lived in this neighborhood people would take care of their kids. Just goes to show ya that just because they have a nice house doesn't mean they ain't trash.
Bana's hurt her ankle last night and has been a little gimpy ass all day. Miraculously though, when she thinks no one is looking she's fine.
So I told her earlier that "I'd go ahead and take her in to the doctor and they could give her a shot to deaden it and then x-ray it."
Somehow by some odd freak of nature, the words that came out of my mouth got all jumblefucked by the time they got to her ears. She runs off crying and screaming that I must hate her.
Uhm, what ? Only a caring Momma takes her baby to the doctor, right ?
Hm, well, I guess when you think your Mom said she was going to "take you to the doctor to shoot you until you die, and then take an x-ray", she doesn't seem so caring.
These kids don't understand why I think they never listen.
Guess what I did today ?
Can't tell ya.
I can tell you that I used spraypaint, and no one in this damn house bothered to tell me that I had a gargantuan blue streak across my face before I ran to the store. Thanks guys.
And, I can tell you that my "funk" has turned into "Funkadelic". It's all good.
Didda came upstairs with me while her Dad and sisters watch a movie, a "scare me" movie, not a scary movie mind you. It's a scare me movie to Didda because she thinks that all movies that freak her out are made to frighten her and only her, hence "scare me" movie.
The big girls are all grounded to the house until Saturday night, alot to do with the W.T. girl down the street whose mother leaves on a whine and begs anyone to watch her kid, and if she can't find someone she just leaves her kid and doesn't tell her.
Yeah, nice. All this time I thought if we lived in this neighborhood people would take care of their kids. Just goes to show ya that just because they have a nice house doesn't mean they ain't trash.
Bana's hurt her ankle last night and has been a little gimpy ass all day. Miraculously though, when she thinks no one is looking she's fine.
So I told her earlier that "I'd go ahead and take her in to the doctor and they could give her a shot to deaden it and then x-ray it."
Somehow by some odd freak of nature, the words that came out of my mouth got all jumblefucked by the time they got to her ears. She runs off crying and screaming that I must hate her.
Uhm, what ? Only a caring Momma takes her baby to the doctor, right ?
Hm, well, I guess when you think your Mom said she was going to "take you to the doctor to shoot you until you die, and then take an x-ray", she doesn't seem so caring.
These kids don't understand why I think they never listen.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I'm gonna be buff...
It was supposed to rain at about 10 a.m. yesterday so my plan was to work outside until it rained. I washed the front porch off with the sprayer and a broom.
I cleaned the garage door windows, the wind started to blow and the sky grew dark.
I sprayed off some of the river rock to rid it of more caked on dirt.
The clouds passed, the wind died down, I sat down to take a break because obviously it wasn't gonna fucking rain !
Started outside again, like a dummy I start big projects and then halfway through I'm all like " Uhm I don't wanna do this anymore." *pout*
But, I'm almost done so on top of getting a big project done, my muscles are getting a good workout. I know that part for sure because when I get up every morning I feel like a crash test dummy.
I need to go buy some muscle shirts 'n shit.
Too bad my ass muscles aren't getting the workout my arms and legs are, but I mean how do you move landscape rock with your ass ? Don't answer that.
Of course, this project involves not only me, but my neighbor. The one who has an opinion about everything. It's starting to piss me off. I mean the guy is super nice, which used to make it okay, now though. Not so much.
Yesterday afternoon I'm out working and he gets home from works and yells across the street, " what in sam hell are you doing girl !?" He always says that I work too hard and blah blah blah, so this is nothing new.
I explained it all to him and before he started giving out unwanted advice I said " well ya know since I'm doing this, I'm going to finish it the way I see fit, the way I think it should be, and how I want to." He must've gotten the clue because he didn't even try to talk about it anymore, he just started rambling about his new grandbaby.
It did not however stop him from spying on me. I continued to work after he went inside, and 20 minutes later here he comes with an idea and an axe. *sigh*
Well ! I need to feed this screamin' MiMi, and then get ready to finish outside. My neighbor is at work until 5 so I got time !
It was supposed to rain at about 10 a.m. yesterday so my plan was to work outside until it rained. I washed the front porch off with the sprayer and a broom.
I cleaned the garage door windows, the wind started to blow and the sky grew dark.
I sprayed off some of the river rock to rid it of more caked on dirt.
The clouds passed, the wind died down, I sat down to take a break because obviously it wasn't gonna fucking rain !
Started outside again, like a dummy I start big projects and then halfway through I'm all like " Uhm I don't wanna do this anymore." *pout*
But, I'm almost done so on top of getting a big project done, my muscles are getting a good workout. I know that part for sure because when I get up every morning I feel like a crash test dummy.
I need to go buy some muscle shirts 'n shit.
Too bad my ass muscles aren't getting the workout my arms and legs are, but I mean how do you move landscape rock with your ass ? Don't answer that.
Of course, this project involves not only me, but my neighbor. The one who has an opinion about everything. It's starting to piss me off. I mean the guy is super nice, which used to make it okay, now though. Not so much.
Yesterday afternoon I'm out working and he gets home from works and yells across the street, " what in sam hell are you doing girl !?" He always says that I work too hard and blah blah blah, so this is nothing new.
I explained it all to him and before he started giving out unwanted advice I said " well ya know since I'm doing this, I'm going to finish it the way I see fit, the way I think it should be, and how I want to." He must've gotten the clue because he didn't even try to talk about it anymore, he just started rambling about his new grandbaby.
It did not however stop him from spying on me. I continued to work after he went inside, and 20 minutes later here he comes with an idea and an axe. *sigh*
Well ! I need to feed this screamin' MiMi, and then get ready to finish outside. My neighbor is at work until 5 so I got time !
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Welcome to Scary Acres Grocery Store
I don't think that's really the name of it, technically the sign just said "Grocery"...I think they couldn't afford the rest of the name to be put on there.
It was early Saturday morning and since hubs had went to get ice at another store the night before it was my turn to venture out.
Alone.
In Missouri.
We'd seen a tiny grocery store the night before during our trip around the lake. It was closer, therefore, it seemed wiser to run over there for cigarettes.
When I pulled in and got out of the truck it seemed innocent enough. 3 biker guys hanging out front drinking coffee, planning their road trip for the day. Two women that had walked across from the RV park, chatting about the rain the night before.
There were two people in front of me and I just sorta glanced around at everything while I waited my turn.
I turned and smiled at the woman behind me and edged up to the counter to make a request for smokes.
The bell hanging from atop the swinging door clanged, and in stumbled a man. A half awake, half still drunk man. Long seaweed hair sprouting from beneath a "Branson" ball cap. Coffee cup in hand he starts to head toward the back, where the coffee makers are.
I glanced his way then turned back to the short balding sweet natured man behind the counter when he said " Hey Darlin' can you hold on one second ?"
I couldn't be mean or say no, he was so nice. Not that I would of been mean but ya know, he was laid back so I would of waited all day.
He goes to the end of the counter and says " Ahem ! " Toward the drunkard. "Hey....! "
I turn back to see the drunkard keep staggering, paying no mind to anything but the coffee pots.
Looking back at the counter guy I just sorta shrug and get ready to tell him what I need.
That man.
Still looking toward the coffee needer, slaps his hand down on the counter and says " Freddy ! Get the Fuck out !"
***Can I just say that for the first time in my life I wanted to piss myself and run at the same time. I mean he looked so....sweet...so...old....so...he called me darlin'. **
Freddy ( ya know the drunk guy) spins around on one heel and says " Whaaaaaa ? Whhhyyyy ?"
"Freddy You son of a bitch, I told you ...no more...out right now !"
Well, this statement does not sit well with Freddy.
With is coffee cup still in his hand he suddenly sobers up and saunters back to the counter. Gently sits his cup down, takes a deep breath and says in a slow deep voice.
"I ask Diane and the lawman, they both said it was no problem for me to be in here."
Counterguy (who is married to Diane I found out after all this) says " No Freddy you call my wife a fucking bitch and you are all done, no more now get out !"
By this time, Freddy decides to stand square in the doorway, two guys trying to get in are just standing there not really knowing what to do.
Then the yelling started, I can't even tell you what was said besides threats, and in the end I think that Freddy even ended up threatening his own life.
I think he got confused.
The lady that had been in line behind me took off pushing past Freddy, and the two guys that were trying to get in just left.
Now it was me, counterman and Freddy.
No one talks for a bit .
I was getting ready to ask if I was a hostage when Freddy digressed and walked out the door completely.
Counter man seems satisfied until he walks back behind the counter only to see the coffee cup of Freddy sitting there.
He grabs the cup, walks to the door and says " Freddy ! You forgot your fucking cup !" As he chucks it across the gravel parking lot.
After that I got to be filled in on who Freddy is : the resident drunk, who Diane is : counter mans wife, and why Freddy called her that...Diane called the law on Freddy because he was begging beer off people over at the RV park, and sneaking into the showers over there too.
The store is literally 1 minute away, so when I walked back into the condo 55 minutes after I left, my husband and kids started in on me. I filled them in and we all had a good laugh....later I was in the bathroom when Hubs came in and was being all chatty. So. Guess what I told him ?
"Freddy ! Get the fuck out !" Ha !
Ok so the second time I ran back into the store with Hubs and the kids in the truck to get more ice, that I forgot earlier.
Different guy at the counter and things are going fine.
I hurriedly grab my ice and head to the register. In walks a poorly dressed woman. Gray hair going every which way, with a yellow scrunchie somehow attached somewhere in there.
She's sobbing and asks the guy at the register where Mikey is. He tells her that Mikey is staying over at DreamCatcher, she can use the phone over there to try and call him at 4227. She tries and no one answers. She sobs more and says "Don can you do me a favor please ? My dog, he's sick, can you get your 22 and come down and shoot him ?"
**Ok. Wait. What ?! Orr....maybe you could take him to the vet ? No ?" **
He tells her that he's not off 'til 7 and grabs his cell goes through the numbers and hands her the phone and says " here it's callin' Bubba John, he'll come shoot him."
So.....ice is 99 cents I figure the 5 dollar bill I threw on the counter before I took off should cover it.
I don't think that's really the name of it, technically the sign just said "Grocery"...I think they couldn't afford the rest of the name to be put on there.
It was early Saturday morning and since hubs had went to get ice at another store the night before it was my turn to venture out.
Alone.
In Missouri.
We'd seen a tiny grocery store the night before during our trip around the lake. It was closer, therefore, it seemed wiser to run over there for cigarettes.
When I pulled in and got out of the truck it seemed innocent enough. 3 biker guys hanging out front drinking coffee, planning their road trip for the day. Two women that had walked across from the RV park, chatting about the rain the night before.
There were two people in front of me and I just sorta glanced around at everything while I waited my turn.
I turned and smiled at the woman behind me and edged up to the counter to make a request for smokes.
The bell hanging from atop the swinging door clanged, and in stumbled a man. A half awake, half still drunk man. Long seaweed hair sprouting from beneath a "Branson" ball cap. Coffee cup in hand he starts to head toward the back, where the coffee makers are.
I glanced his way then turned back to the short balding sweet natured man behind the counter when he said " Hey Darlin' can you hold on one second ?"
I couldn't be mean or say no, he was so nice. Not that I would of been mean but ya know, he was laid back so I would of waited all day.
He goes to the end of the counter and says " Ahem ! " Toward the drunkard. "Hey....! "
I turn back to see the drunkard keep staggering, paying no mind to anything but the coffee pots.
Looking back at the counter guy I just sorta shrug and get ready to tell him what I need.
That man.
Still looking toward the coffee needer, slaps his hand down on the counter and says " Freddy ! Get the Fuck out !"
***Can I just say that for the first time in my life I wanted to piss myself and run at the same time. I mean he looked so....sweet...so...old....so...he called me darlin'. **
Freddy ( ya know the drunk guy) spins around on one heel and says " Whaaaaaa ? Whhhyyyy ?"
"Freddy You son of a bitch, I told you ...no more...out right now !"
Well, this statement does not sit well with Freddy.
With is coffee cup still in his hand he suddenly sobers up and saunters back to the counter. Gently sits his cup down, takes a deep breath and says in a slow deep voice.
"I ask Diane and the lawman, they both said it was no problem for me to be in here."
Counterguy (who is married to Diane I found out after all this) says " No Freddy you call my wife a fucking bitch and you are all done, no more now get out !"
By this time, Freddy decides to stand square in the doorway, two guys trying to get in are just standing there not really knowing what to do.
Then the yelling started, I can't even tell you what was said besides threats, and in the end I think that Freddy even ended up threatening his own life.
I think he got confused.
The lady that had been in line behind me took off pushing past Freddy, and the two guys that were trying to get in just left.
Now it was me, counterman and Freddy.
No one talks for a bit .
I was getting ready to ask if I was a hostage when Freddy digressed and walked out the door completely.
Counter man seems satisfied until he walks back behind the counter only to see the coffee cup of Freddy sitting there.
He grabs the cup, walks to the door and says " Freddy ! You forgot your fucking cup !" As he chucks it across the gravel parking lot.
After that I got to be filled in on who Freddy is : the resident drunk, who Diane is : counter mans wife, and why Freddy called her that...Diane called the law on Freddy because he was begging beer off people over at the RV park, and sneaking into the showers over there too.
The store is literally 1 minute away, so when I walked back into the condo 55 minutes after I left, my husband and kids started in on me. I filled them in and we all had a good laugh....later I was in the bathroom when Hubs came in and was being all chatty. So. Guess what I told him ?
"Freddy ! Get the fuck out !" Ha !
Ok so the second time I ran back into the store with Hubs and the kids in the truck to get more ice, that I forgot earlier.
Different guy at the counter and things are going fine.
I hurriedly grab my ice and head to the register. In walks a poorly dressed woman. Gray hair going every which way, with a yellow scrunchie somehow attached somewhere in there.
She's sobbing and asks the guy at the register where Mikey is. He tells her that Mikey is staying over at DreamCatcher, she can use the phone over there to try and call him at 4227. She tries and no one answers. She sobs more and says "Don can you do me a favor please ? My dog, he's sick, can you get your 22 and come down and shoot him ?"
**Ok. Wait. What ?! Orr....maybe you could take him to the vet ? No ?" **
He tells her that he's not off 'til 7 and grabs his cell goes through the numbers and hands her the phone and says " here it's callin' Bubba John, he'll come shoot him."
So.....ice is 99 cents I figure the 5 dollar bill I threw on the counter before I took off should cover it.
Friday, June 15, 2007
I'm BaaaAAAaaaaack !
Well I was back yesterday, but I was also twice as tired then as before I left for vacation, so I was sleeeeeeping.
SoOOoooo...how ya been ? How's things ? What's new ?
Me ? I'm good, thanks.
We spent our vacation at Table Rock Lake in southern Missouri. We stayed in a condo, around 14 miles outside of Branson. Well "as the crow flies" we were about 4 miles, but Ozark Mountain Roads are are wonky and crooked and take you to hell half acre before you get to where you need to go...hence the 14 miles when you drive. So the condos were awesome. Brand spankin' new ! Thank God because I saw the so called cottages at the same resort....Oh. My. God. It was like a mobile home, cut in half, painted hot pink, with a window a/c hanging out the ass end. But yet it somehow can sleep like 27 people or something.
We spent a day doing the tourist-y stuff. The Titanic Museum is in Branson, which was very cool.
We hit a few craft villages....yeah like old little cottages all grouped together making it a village. It was cute, and reminded me of the shore outside of Seattle where they have all the little t-shirt shops.
Ahh....what else. Oh we spent a day hiking, going to the hatchery *yawn* , a day at the beach, actually not any beach...MoonShine Beach dammit ! And, day at the pool.
On the last day we went into The Inspirational Tower at Shepherd of the Hills, wow...an all glass elevator going up that thing is so not on the good idea list if ya ask me. 230 feet is really high. Oh bite me, I'm a chicken, laugh all you want I ain't mad at ya ...heeeyyyy. Oh damn now I have Norbit quotes stuck in my head ! Dammit !
Which brings me to the day before yesterday. We stayed at my sisters house and watched movies for a bit...Norbit. Ugh.
Well ! I am putting up new pics...all self explanatory or have stories under them. Tomorrow...I'm gonna tell you all about my not one, but two trips to the twilight zone grocery store in southern Missouri.
Well I was back yesterday, but I was also twice as tired then as before I left for vacation, so I was sleeeeeeping.
SoOOoooo...how ya been ? How's things ? What's new ?
Me ? I'm good, thanks.
We spent our vacation at Table Rock Lake in southern Missouri. We stayed in a condo, around 14 miles outside of Branson. Well "as the crow flies" we were about 4 miles, but Ozark Mountain Roads are are wonky and crooked and take you to hell half acre before you get to where you need to go...hence the 14 miles when you drive. So the condos were awesome. Brand spankin' new ! Thank God because I saw the so called cottages at the same resort....Oh. My. God. It was like a mobile home, cut in half, painted hot pink, with a window a/c hanging out the ass end. But yet it somehow can sleep like 27 people or something.
We spent a day doing the tourist-y stuff. The Titanic Museum is in Branson, which was very cool.
We hit a few craft villages....yeah like old little cottages all grouped together making it a village. It was cute, and reminded me of the shore outside of Seattle where they have all the little t-shirt shops.
Ahh....what else. Oh we spent a day hiking, going to the hatchery *yawn* , a day at the beach, actually not any beach...MoonShine Beach dammit ! And, day at the pool.
On the last day we went into The Inspirational Tower at Shepherd of the Hills, wow...an all glass elevator going up that thing is so not on the good idea list if ya ask me. 230 feet is really high. Oh bite me, I'm a chicken, laugh all you want I ain't mad at ya ...heeeyyyy. Oh damn now I have Norbit quotes stuck in my head ! Dammit !
Which brings me to the day before yesterday. We stayed at my sisters house and watched movies for a bit...Norbit. Ugh.
Well ! I am putting up new pics...all self explanatory or have stories under them. Tomorrow...I'm gonna tell you all about my not one, but two trips to the twilight zone grocery store in southern Missouri.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
June 05
Oy my fingers
I have moved over one hundred and fifty bricks in the past two days, that on top of loading/unloading river rock, digging up flowers , and digging trenches for different bricks....has left me with fingers that look more like water balloons with fingernails than my real fingers.
The flowers I'm speaking of are some sort of lily...as in the sort that morphs and grows through the bricks you put on top of them and get stalks the size of tree trunks that you can't fucking dig up ! If anyone needs the sort of flowers that are indestructible to plant around your house lemme know...I have a shit ton of bulbs I dug up ! Just send me an email...and I'll mail them too ya.
So we have been talking about working in the back yard forever now, and decided to do most of it in river rocks and then add landscaping around it, getting the grassy area back in shape, blah blah blah.
The river rock we wanted is the bigger kind, 3-4 inch stuff, nice bold colors, and runs about 60 bucks a ton, plus 50 at a minimum for delivery.
But, guess whose neighbor works in landscaping and just happened to be digging up and removing over a ton of it last weekend at someone else's house ? Who...my neighbor..hahahahahahahaha. Know what that means ? I'm gonna tell ya ! It means that Sunday I had a bit over a ton of river rock delivered for FREE.
Alright, I'm done boasting.
I had to do that a little because I'm so flippin' sore that I have to convince myself that it's worth it !
The next two days will consist of packing, cleaning, making lists, checking them twice...ya know. We're leaving for vacation in a few days !
I was over at Bob's place and he was talking about crime and punishment, DNA specifically. It made me remember that I have a couple of stories about real crimes, two of them. One with punishment, one with none.
I got to thinking...how about soon we all do a "crime week" ? Stories about crime, or punishment that you are somehow connected to. It doesn't have to be personally...but maybe even a story that you've been told. You can re-tell it to us as you remember it . Or maybe the crime happened to you or was committed by you ?
Change the names if you want, change the town if you need too. Hell if you want to make the whole damn thing up !
We can set a day that we'll all publish our stories. I'll make a special section with links to stories.
Who's in ?
Lemme know what y'all think !
Oy my fingers
I have moved over one hundred and fifty bricks in the past two days, that on top of loading/unloading river rock, digging up flowers , and digging trenches for different bricks....has left me with fingers that look more like water balloons with fingernails than my real fingers.
The flowers I'm speaking of are some sort of lily...as in the sort that morphs and grows through the bricks you put on top of them and get stalks the size of tree trunks that you can't fucking dig up ! If anyone needs the sort of flowers that are indestructible to plant around your house lemme know...I have a shit ton of bulbs I dug up ! Just send me an email...and I'll mail them too ya.
So we have been talking about working in the back yard forever now, and decided to do most of it in river rocks and then add landscaping around it, getting the grassy area back in shape, blah blah blah.
The river rock we wanted is the bigger kind, 3-4 inch stuff, nice bold colors, and runs about 60 bucks a ton, plus 50 at a minimum for delivery.
But, guess whose neighbor works in landscaping and just happened to be digging up and removing over a ton of it last weekend at someone else's house ? Who...my neighbor..hahahahahahahaha. Know what that means ? I'm gonna tell ya ! It means that Sunday I had a bit over a ton of river rock delivered for FREE.
Alright, I'm done boasting.
I had to do that a little because I'm so flippin' sore that I have to convince myself that it's worth it !
The next two days will consist of packing, cleaning, making lists, checking them twice...ya know. We're leaving for vacation in a few days !
I was over at Bob's place and he was talking about crime and punishment, DNA specifically. It made me remember that I have a couple of stories about real crimes, two of them. One with punishment, one with none.
I got to thinking...how about soon we all do a "crime week" ? Stories about crime, or punishment that you are somehow connected to. It doesn't have to be personally...but maybe even a story that you've been told. You can re-tell it to us as you remember it . Or maybe the crime happened to you or was committed by you ?
Change the names if you want, change the town if you need too. Hell if you want to make the whole damn thing up !
We can set a day that we'll all publish our stories. I'll make a special section with links to stories.
Who's in ?
Lemme know what y'all think !
Friday, June 01, 2007
The new light fixture I bought for the kitchen to replace the ceiling fan, is still on the dining room table. Why ? Because Hubs said he was gonna put it up yesterday, that's why. Which means, either I try and do it, or I wait until mid-July.
So I think I'll try my luck and see if I can do it.
It can't be that hard right ? I mean, there are like directions and shit with it ...I think.
The first step is getting all my tools together, so I need to find a screwdriver, a hammer, a helmet, a can of pringles, a bed sheet, the hacksaw, a dining room chair, and a pack of cigarettes.
Oh and a book that shows me what those silly little red and black wires do.
The hammer I won't use really, but the screwdriver will get lonely without him, they are always together. The hacksaw, well he's new to the group of only tools we own so we need him to be there too.
The pringles I'll eat while I stare at the ceiling fan convincing myself I can do this.
The helmet is for, duh, my head.
The bed sheet for the floor for when...I mean in case I drop the fan or light and it shatters everywhere.
Cigarettes for when I get down off the chair 19 times to go out and smoke while I call people for support.
Sooo.....wish me luck !
So I think I'll try my luck and see if I can do it.
It can't be that hard right ? I mean, there are like directions and shit with it ...I think.
The first step is getting all my tools together, so I need to find a screwdriver, a hammer, a helmet, a can of pringles, a bed sheet, the hacksaw, a dining room chair, and a pack of cigarettes.
Oh and a book that shows me what those silly little red and black wires do.
The hammer I won't use really, but the screwdriver will get lonely without him, they are always together. The hacksaw, well he's new to the group of only tools we own so we need him to be there too.
The pringles I'll eat while I stare at the ceiling fan convincing myself I can do this.
The helmet is for, duh, my head.
The bed sheet for the floor for when...I mean in case I drop the fan or light and it shatters everywhere.
Cigarettes for when I get down off the chair 19 times to go out and smoke while I call people for support.
Sooo.....wish me luck !
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
May 29
Sha Right !
Hey, guess who fit into a pair of jeans that hasn't fit since before MiMi ?!?! Really dammit...guess ! Hubs ! Damn he had a fat ass. *Snort* Sometimes when it's so not funny, still I laugh.
So yeah ..the real answer is me ! W00T !!
Uhm they were a teensy (alot) bit tight, but my rule is...they zip, they stay. My poor jeans spent all day stretched across an ass that fought them the whole way. Sorry jeans, way to take one for the team, and good to have ya back.
I think my hubs possibly rigged them to stretch out over the past few days though, I've been told my non stop bitching gets annoying. Pfftt....whatev.
The girls and I and Mel and her two kids spent the better part of yesterday out climbing, hiking, feeding fish, and digging for fossils at Schramm Park.
Oh ! Guess who got a ticket for no park permit ? Haha...I think I'm hooked on that guessing thing sorry.
Start over, Mel and I both got "paper ticket courtesy warnings" for not having a park permit. How does one acquire such a permit you ask ? Ah, well you have to look very hard for a tiny brown box hiding in the honeysuckles bushes, that looks like a duck feeder, you take a ticket out write your name on it, and stick 4 dollars inside the box. There's not a person at a gate waiting for you to pay, there's no where else that says..."pay here". I mean, we've been to plenty of parks like this and all of them have a place to pay at, not a box to pay in. So out of the dozens of times we've been there, now I know I have to shove four bucks in a box, or shove 4 bucks in the park rangers ass. I suppose we'll see how it goes.
I got JayDawg a harness today. We've tried all collars and nothing holds him back. Nothing. And, the gentle leader, I dunno if you remember but he sorta kick my ass all over the back yard when I tried to get that on him.
Anyway, he looks a little bit S&M-ish with this black harness on, it has silver rings, and one is right in the middle of his chest.
But, he let me put it on him thank you ! I was a tad bit nervous and having some bad flashbacks of the gentle leader episode, so I went slow and we did it !
Never in my life did I think that I'd do a celebration dance after dressing my dog up like he's on his way to the S&M "Gag Ball" Oh damn there I go again being funny.
Sha Right !
Hey, guess who fit into a pair of jeans that hasn't fit since before MiMi ?!?! Really dammit...guess ! Hubs ! Damn he had a fat ass. *Snort* Sometimes when it's so not funny, still I laugh.
So yeah ..the real answer is me ! W00T !!
Uhm they were a teensy (alot) bit tight, but my rule is...they zip, they stay. My poor jeans spent all day stretched across an ass that fought them the whole way. Sorry jeans, way to take one for the team, and good to have ya back.
I think my hubs possibly rigged them to stretch out over the past few days though, I've been told my non stop bitching gets annoying. Pfftt....whatev.
The girls and I and Mel and her two kids spent the better part of yesterday out climbing, hiking, feeding fish, and digging for fossils at Schramm Park.
Oh ! Guess who got a ticket for no park permit ? Haha...I think I'm hooked on that guessing thing sorry.
Start over, Mel and I both got "paper ticket courtesy warnings" for not having a park permit. How does one acquire such a permit you ask ? Ah, well you have to look very hard for a tiny brown box hiding in the honeysuckles bushes, that looks like a duck feeder, you take a ticket out write your name on it, and stick 4 dollars inside the box. There's not a person at a gate waiting for you to pay, there's no where else that says..."pay here". I mean, we've been to plenty of parks like this and all of them have a place to pay at, not a box to pay in. So out of the dozens of times we've been there, now I know I have to shove four bucks in a box, or shove 4 bucks in the park rangers ass. I suppose we'll see how it goes.
I got JayDawg a harness today. We've tried all collars and nothing holds him back. Nothing. And, the gentle leader, I dunno if you remember but he sorta kick my ass all over the back yard when I tried to get that on him.
Anyway, he looks a little bit S&M-ish with this black harness on, it has silver rings, and one is right in the middle of his chest.
But, he let me put it on him thank you ! I was a tad bit nervous and having some bad flashbacks of the gentle leader episode, so I went slow and we did it !
Never in my life did I think that I'd do a celebration dance after dressing my dog up like he's on his way to the S&M "Gag Ball" Oh damn there I go again being funny.
Friday, May 25, 2007
May 25
Oh Please--just lemme ramble
So ok...do you remember Miss Texas ? Not the "official" Miss Texas, the big haired blonde from school that has 4 kids. Four kids that she is always more than willing to pawn off on anyone who's dumb enough to look her way. Trust me I know.
Well, about a month ago a rumor at the school was running rampant that she was pregnant. Sooooo....I called her and just asked her straight out.
I mean if rumors are going around then let's just get to the bottom of it, it's no fun when you talk shit on people and it ends up being not true. Unless of course you're Star magazine, then it's all good. That and if there are rumors about me then someone should grow some balls and quit shit talking and just ask if whatever it is happens to be true or not.
She told me that she didn't know for sure and didn't care to find out because, and I quote " I don't really want to be because I have the kids all the time, and my husband won't babysit them for any period of time." Dude it's not babysitting if it's your own kid but whatever.
She says that she won't take a home pregnancy test because she is breastfeeding and it will make an HPT come up positive, according to her doctor, who is obviously on crack because that is not true. So she's just pretty much not sure if she's pregnant or not. Because we all know that if you don't see a plus sign then it isn't a reality ! Duh !
Oh damn I forgot to tell you that she filed and paid for a divorce from this guy only 4 months ago, then dropped it. She said she wanted to prove her point to him that she was serious. Right.
So serious that she is willing to have sex with no protection and risk getting pregnant with a baby she doesn't want because God forbid she have to take care of it . Argh.
Now that I have rambled in a complete circle and made no sense, yes she is pregnant....sorry I'm tired and my storytelling skills are out.
Why am I tired you ask ? I'll tell ya !
Wednesday at around noon I decided to paint the kitchen, paint and add crown molding and cabinet molding, and paint all of that too. Can I just say right now that has kicked my ass for 2 and a half days .
Hubs "helped" yesterday, which means ? It means he bitched and moaned about it all. He cursed the saw because it is the reason he can't cut a straight line. He hollered about the crown molding because it was bowed and wouldn't go on straight.
We went from old crusty white cabinets, a plain bullnose ( the little wall above your cabinets) and a weird tan like color on the walls toooooooo....chocolate brown walls, beautimous antique white molding, cabinets and trim. Oh ! And ! I bought these cool plaque things like a year and a half ago, two yellow, two green, and these mirror thingys...red. They have been in the basement storage for that long and finally I used them ! We were gonna do the whole replace it all thing, but considering all the trim that we used for trim and molding was left here by the previous owners and the paint I wanted was in the markdown bin for 5 bucks at Lowe's...we did this instead ! (Don't mind the celing fan in the pics it's going to the ceiling fan graveyard next week).
Now...see that lamp in the corner in pic 3 ? I bought two of them. I was browsing at Lowe's and came across those, originally 74.78 marked down to.........3.60...I swear to Hades !
Oh and I don't have a pic yet, but I got an oak floor lamp with a small reading lamp and brushed nickle lamp surround originally 88.00 for 3.75 ! I'm gonna just say ..Dale my new BFF at Lowe's in the lighting department, is like....totally...awesome. Because the oak lamp was supposed to be a whole 4.80, and since it was a floor modle and the last one he wasn't supposed to sell it but he did and gave me another dollar off. Thanks Dale... !
The dining room has the red sheer and the lamp...that sheer and ugly curtain rod, and the nasty shades will be headed to heaven along with the ceiling fan next week.
I wish I had some "before pics"...and I'm sure I do somewhere, but somewhere is not right here in front of me right now, and I'm lazy.
I know that tomorrow I'm going to read this and compare it to a drunk blog, but I'm not drunk, just very tired, because I had to like take care of my kids. Who knew that having them meant you had to do that whole care and provide for them thing too !?!?
Oh Please--just lemme ramble
So ok...do you remember Miss Texas ? Not the "official" Miss Texas, the big haired blonde from school that has 4 kids. Four kids that she is always more than willing to pawn off on anyone who's dumb enough to look her way. Trust me I know.
Well, about a month ago a rumor at the school was running rampant that she was pregnant. Sooooo....I called her and just asked her straight out.
I mean if rumors are going around then let's just get to the bottom of it, it's no fun when you talk shit on people and it ends up being not true. Unless of course you're Star magazine, then it's all good. That and if there are rumors about me then someone should grow some balls and quit shit talking and just ask if whatever it is happens to be true or not.
She told me that she didn't know for sure and didn't care to find out because, and I quote " I don't really want to be because I have the kids all the time, and my husband won't babysit them for any period of time." Dude it's not babysitting if it's your own kid but whatever.
She says that she won't take a home pregnancy test because she is breastfeeding and it will make an HPT come up positive, according to her doctor, who is obviously on crack because that is not true. So she's just pretty much not sure if she's pregnant or not. Because we all know that if you don't see a plus sign then it isn't a reality ! Duh !
Oh damn I forgot to tell you that she filed and paid for a divorce from this guy only 4 months ago, then dropped it. She said she wanted to prove her point to him that she was serious. Right.
So serious that she is willing to have sex with no protection and risk getting pregnant with a baby she doesn't want because God forbid she have to take care of it . Argh.
Now that I have rambled in a complete circle and made no sense, yes she is pregnant....sorry I'm tired and my storytelling skills are out.
Why am I tired you ask ? I'll tell ya !
Wednesday at around noon I decided to paint the kitchen, paint and add crown molding and cabinet molding, and paint all of that too. Can I just say right now that has kicked my ass for 2 and a half days .
Hubs "helped" yesterday, which means ? It means he bitched and moaned about it all. He cursed the saw because it is the reason he can't cut a straight line. He hollered about the crown molding because it was bowed and wouldn't go on straight.
We went from old crusty white cabinets, a plain bullnose ( the little wall above your cabinets) and a weird tan like color on the walls toooooooo....chocolate brown walls, beautimous antique white molding, cabinets and trim. Oh ! And ! I bought these cool plaque things like a year and a half ago, two yellow, two green, and these mirror thingys...red. They have been in the basement storage for that long and finally I used them ! We were gonna do the whole replace it all thing, but considering all the trim that we used for trim and molding was left here by the previous owners and the paint I wanted was in the markdown bin for 5 bucks at Lowe's...we did this instead ! (Don't mind the celing fan in the pics it's going to the ceiling fan graveyard next week).
Now...see that lamp in the corner in pic 3 ? I bought two of them. I was browsing at Lowe's and came across those, originally 74.78 marked down to.........3.60...I swear to Hades !
Oh and I don't have a pic yet, but I got an oak floor lamp with a small reading lamp and brushed nickle lamp surround originally 88.00 for 3.75 ! I'm gonna just say ..Dale my new BFF at Lowe's in the lighting department, is like....totally...awesome. Because the oak lamp was supposed to be a whole 4.80, and since it was a floor modle and the last one he wasn't supposed to sell it but he did and gave me another dollar off. Thanks Dale... !
The dining room has the red sheer and the lamp...that sheer and ugly curtain rod, and the nasty shades will be headed to heaven along with the ceiling fan next week.
I wish I had some "before pics"...and I'm sure I do somewhere, but somewhere is not right here in front of me right now, and I'm lazy.
I know that tomorrow I'm going to read this and compare it to a drunk blog, but I'm not drunk, just very tired, because I had to like take care of my kids. Who knew that having them meant you had to do that whole care and provide for them thing too !?!?
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
May 22
PenPals
Today was the day that Jam got to finally meet her penpal. They'd been writing each other, the " old fashioned way"...that's a direct quote from Jam that means with a frigging pen and paper.
She didn't understand why she would have a penpal that lives only 30 minutes away, and how or why they'd live such different lives.
Heh. Well.
Now I know this may be hard to believe but we have inner city schools here in Omaha. No seriously. Yes, really.
Which happens to be where Jams penpal attends school. *Sigh*
She hops into the truck after school, she says nothing and gives me the "oh hi" smile.
"Soooooooo ? How was it today ? You met her ..and ?"
"And what Mom ?...They are all, like, gangsters or pimps or something. All of them Mom !"
"Whaaaaat ? Gangsters ? Pimps ? You're in 4th grade, that's not possible Jam."
"Mom I know what grade I'm in thank you , and the first thing the boys from that school did was walk up to me and Dora and say : yeah baby you hot, you know you wanna hit this."
*Stop. The. Bus. Bitches.*
What ? Excuuuuuse me ? Aw hell no. Hell no. Oh yeah I want to hit it, and knock that boys teeth down his throat.
Talkin' like that to my baby girl ? No. Uh-uh, now Ima fuck a bitch up.
"Oh really, what was his name ?" What was his last name ?"
"Mom I don't know." *Rolls eyes*
"Ok what is the name of the school ?"
Back. Up. Wait. A. Damn. Minute.
"Jam ? My sweet, intelligent, above average, Yale bound, baby girl ....how do you know what a pimp is ?"
Nevermind, go to your room and think of a plan to make yourself unappealing and unattractive until you are 37.
PenPals
Today was the day that Jam got to finally meet her penpal. They'd been writing each other, the " old fashioned way"...that's a direct quote from Jam that means with a frigging pen and paper.
She didn't understand why she would have a penpal that lives only 30 minutes away, and how or why they'd live such different lives.
Heh. Well.
Now I know this may be hard to believe but we have inner city schools here in Omaha. No seriously. Yes, really.
Which happens to be where Jams penpal attends school. *Sigh*
She hops into the truck after school, she says nothing and gives me the "oh hi" smile.
"Soooooooo ? How was it today ? You met her ..and ?"
"And what Mom ?...They are all, like, gangsters or pimps or something. All of them Mom !"
"Whaaaaat ? Gangsters ? Pimps ? You're in 4th grade, that's not possible Jam."
"Mom I know what grade I'm in thank you , and the first thing the boys from that school did was walk up to me and Dora and say : yeah baby you hot, you know you wanna hit this."
*Stop. The. Bus. Bitches.*
What ? Excuuuuuse me ? Aw hell no. Hell no. Oh yeah I want to hit it, and knock that boys teeth down his throat.
Talkin' like that to my baby girl ? No. Uh-uh, now Ima fuck a bitch up.
"Oh really, what was his name ?" What was his last name ?"
"Mom I don't know." *Rolls eyes*
"Ok what is the name of the school ?"
Back. Up. Wait. A. Damn. Minute.
"Jam ? My sweet, intelligent, above average, Yale bound, baby girl ....how do you know what a pimp is ?"
Nevermind, go to your room and think of a plan to make yourself unappealing and unattractive until you are 37.
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 19
So uhm....
Normally I glance at my stats page, and see the usual crazy shit. "Granny fucking"...like I know I never wrote that but--whatever it seems like a common thing to get searched for. I giggle a bit and move on.
But today?
People. Have. Fucking. Issues.
Search Phrases in the past 48 hours :
"I sucked ants out of my pussy." Look, if you have to google that shit you are a fucking idiot. Get off your ant infested ass and go to the doctor for gawd sakes ! Wait....I have a question though...how did you suck them out ?
"Mom who like to ass fuck Omaha"...I dunno how that got you here, but lemme tell ya, keep on trucking because none of that shit is happening.
"Hot Moms in Nebraska " Oh wait that ones right. Thanks for stopping by...see ya next time. Mwuah.
"Little girls in bikinis"...I SWEAR to GOD if I find out who you are and where you are, I will find you and stick your dick in that bitch whose pussy has an ant hill in it.
Ok now I feel naughty, I said the "p" word like 3 times in this entry.
Need to go wash my mouth out with soap. K, bye.
So uhm....
Normally I glance at my stats page, and see the usual crazy shit. "Granny fucking"...like I know I never wrote that but--whatever it seems like a common thing to get searched for. I giggle a bit and move on.
But today?
People. Have. Fucking. Issues.
Search Phrases in the past 48 hours :
"I sucked ants out of my pussy." Look, if you have to google that shit you are a fucking idiot. Get off your ant infested ass and go to the doctor for gawd sakes ! Wait....I have a question though...how did you suck them out ?
"Mom who like to ass fuck Omaha"...I dunno how that got you here, but lemme tell ya, keep on trucking because none of that shit is happening.
"Hot Moms in Nebraska " Oh wait that ones right. Thanks for stopping by...see ya next time. Mwuah.
"Little girls in bikinis"...I SWEAR to GOD if I find out who you are and where you are, I will find you and stick your dick in that bitch whose pussy has an ant hill in it.
Ok now I feel naughty, I said the "p" word like 3 times in this entry.
Need to go wash my mouth out with soap. K, bye.
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."
Monday, March 05, 2007
It's on Like Donkey Kong !
"Fighting fair" is not one of my strong points. Because, first of all that would entail letting the other person involved in the fight get a word in edgewise, and secondly the other person would have to produce a written list of things that I have done wrong. And, since neither one of those ever apply, I always win.
If I have known you more than 3 minutes, I have an arsenal of things to use against you when the need arises. Now, at the time they happen they might of not seemed so "bad", but give me 9 seconds to think about it and I can turn that shit right on around .
Hubs and I rarely really "fight", we bicker alot, but when we do "fight" it's best for everyone not involved to take cover, and/or take notes.
~~We've been bantering back and forth for weeks about the toilet in the upstairs hallway. The same toilet that I have "toiled" (haha) away on many many times trying to get it to work properly. Each and everytime I tell hubs about my toilet adventures, how I replaced this, adjusted that, etc. Not one time has he decided that he should fix it. Because A: he can't fix it, and B: ok there is no "B" he just can't fix it.
After I have told him a million times that a new toilet is order, he decides now that he will "just fix it. " Hmmm how nice of you to offer your plumbing expertise ...I mean not once have I tried to fix this problem, so thank goodness you..the man of the house, have come along and finally decided to fix the toilet !~~
"Hey honey, c'mere and take a look I fixed the toilet !"
*walk upstairs rolling my eyes*
"Uhm why is the bowl filled to the brim with water ?"
"Oh because that'll help it flush better."
"Uhm no it won't the reason the level was down to begin with is because I adjusted it when it kept overflowing --because the water level was too HIGH. Honey it's a gravity flow toilet, we need one that has that power flush thing that the new ones have."
"No we don't dammit ! This one works now and it's fine !"
*Take a deep breath*
"Ya know what ?! Ok fine it's fixed and the next time one of the kids pukes in it and I flush it and it fucking overflows, and I have to fix it again then what ?!?!? "
"Fuck it nevermind..."
He walks off...I follow because I am not done talking yet.
"Yep you fixed it alright ! Thank you for taking time out of your busy fucking day to fix it and save me the trouble.....the trouble that I have already done trying to fix the sonofabitch ! Wow...thanks for saving the fucking day ! If you could of "fixed" it then what the fuck have I been doing working on it this whole time when all along you could of just FIXED it !?!?!?"
*Hubs stomps downstairs to FIX another toilet down there that overflows that I ALREADY fixed*
"Oh yeah now you're gonna go fix on a toilet that's already FIXED ?!? You know what would be nice is if you could work on shit around here that is really broken ! That'd be great !
Orrrrr you know what else would be fanfuckingtastic ?!?! If you could do the shit you "promise" to do..ya know the shit you say "Oh I'll do it I promise just remind me".....Remind you ?!?!?
~*****~Let's Explore this a bit more ! :" REMIND YOU ?
"Remind you that it's Monday and take the trash out ?!?--"
"Whatever Jess"
"Remind you that one of us has to sit with the truck for 4 hours to get rear brakes put on ? "
"Remind you that the yard is 4 feet tall ? "
"Oh do I need to remind you too that when it's too hot for you to mow the lawn that it is TOO FUCKING hot to go golfing ?!!? "
"Remind you that one of us has to shovel the snow..."
"Remind you that I am here with 3 vomiting and snot faced kids when you go out for a couple of beers at noon and call me at 4 to tell me that you are still there ?!? Who the fuck calls to let a person know they are still there ?!?!? And why ?!? Obviously you are still there, and obviously I didn't REMIND you that the other two kids get out of school at 3:30 so to be home before then so I don't have to take these 4 foot tall spewing volcanoes in the truck with me ! ? It's my own fault I suppose because I didn't remind you. "
"Although I know for a fact that I REMINDED you not too drink more than a couple..for some reason...what was it again ....? Hmmm Oh yeah....IT WAS BECAUSE I NEEDED YOU HOME !"
"Yeah Jess you're right I'm an asshole and you're always right..*sigh* yep I'm a dickhead"
##See that up there ^ he thinks that it gets to me when he does that..pfft I'm over it.##
"Oh I know this was a "very important work thing"....FYI on that very important work thing ---just because there are people at the bar that you work with does not make it a work thing. And, pretending that all these people just "showed up" so you had to stay is bullshit. If you had not spoken to them 4 times throughout the day beforehand and accidental "showing up" might be believable....Ok ya know what I'm done, I have a headache now and I'm getting the girls their dinner. "
"I made chicken soup over mashed potatoes for them...oh and yours is sitting on the stove too I made ya a big bowl of SHUT THE FUCK UP. " ~****~
Ha ! I have a ton of shit to remind you about..the thing is how's come you tell me to remind you and when I do you tell me to stop bitching ?!?!?! Fucker.
"Fighting fair" is not one of my strong points. Because, first of all that would entail letting the other person involved in the fight get a word in edgewise, and secondly the other person would have to produce a written list of things that I have done wrong. And, since neither one of those ever apply, I always win.
If I have known you more than 3 minutes, I have an arsenal of things to use against you when the need arises. Now, at the time they happen they might of not seemed so "bad", but give me 9 seconds to think about it and I can turn that shit right on around .
Hubs and I rarely really "fight", we bicker alot, but when we do "fight" it's best for everyone not involved to take cover, and/or take notes.
~~We've been bantering back and forth for weeks about the toilet in the upstairs hallway. The same toilet that I have "toiled" (haha) away on many many times trying to get it to work properly. Each and everytime I tell hubs about my toilet adventures, how I replaced this, adjusted that, etc. Not one time has he decided that he should fix it. Because A: he can't fix it, and B: ok there is no "B" he just can't fix it.
After I have told him a million times that a new toilet is order, he decides now that he will "just fix it. " Hmmm how nice of you to offer your plumbing expertise ...I mean not once have I tried to fix this problem, so thank goodness you..the man of the house, have come along and finally decided to fix the toilet !~~
"Hey honey, c'mere and take a look I fixed the toilet !"
*walk upstairs rolling my eyes*
"Uhm why is the bowl filled to the brim with water ?"
"Oh because that'll help it flush better."
"Uhm no it won't the reason the level was down to begin with is because I adjusted it when it kept overflowing --because the water level was too HIGH. Honey it's a gravity flow toilet, we need one that has that power flush thing that the new ones have."
"No we don't dammit ! This one works now and it's fine !"
*Take a deep breath*
"Ya know what ?! Ok fine it's fixed and the next time one of the kids pukes in it and I flush it and it fucking overflows, and I have to fix it again then what ?!?!? "
"Fuck it nevermind..."
He walks off...I follow because I am not done talking yet.
"Yep you fixed it alright ! Thank you for taking time out of your busy fucking day to fix it and save me the trouble.....the trouble that I have already done trying to fix the sonofabitch ! Wow...thanks for saving the fucking day ! If you could of "fixed" it then what the fuck have I been doing working on it this whole time when all along you could of just FIXED it !?!?!?"
*Hubs stomps downstairs to FIX another toilet down there that overflows that I ALREADY fixed*
"Oh yeah now you're gonna go fix on a toilet that's already FIXED ?!? You know what would be nice is if you could work on shit around here that is really broken ! That'd be great !
Orrrrr you know what else would be fanfuckingtastic ?!?! If you could do the shit you "promise" to do..ya know the shit you say "Oh I'll do it I promise just remind me".....Remind you ?!?!?
~*****~Let's Explore this a bit more ! :" REMIND YOU ?
"Remind you that it's Monday and take the trash out ?!?--"
"Whatever Jess"
"Remind you that one of us has to sit with the truck for 4 hours to get rear brakes put on ? "
"Remind you that the yard is 4 feet tall ? "
"Oh do I need to remind you too that when it's too hot for you to mow the lawn that it is TOO FUCKING hot to go golfing ?!!? "
"Remind you that one of us has to shovel the snow..."
"Remind you that I am here with 3 vomiting and snot faced kids when you go out for a couple of beers at noon and call me at 4 to tell me that you are still there ?!? Who the fuck calls to let a person know they are still there ?!?!? And why ?!? Obviously you are still there, and obviously I didn't REMIND you that the other two kids get out of school at 3:30 so to be home before then so I don't have to take these 4 foot tall spewing volcanoes in the truck with me ! ? It's my own fault I suppose because I didn't remind you. "
"Although I know for a fact that I REMINDED you not too drink more than a couple..for some reason...what was it again ....? Hmmm Oh yeah....IT WAS BECAUSE I NEEDED YOU HOME !"
"Yeah Jess you're right I'm an asshole and you're always right..*sigh* yep I'm a dickhead"
##See that up there ^ he thinks that it gets to me when he does that..pfft I'm over it.##
"Oh I know this was a "very important work thing"....FYI on that very important work thing ---just because there are people at the bar that you work with does not make it a work thing. And, pretending that all these people just "showed up" so you had to stay is bullshit. If you had not spoken to them 4 times throughout the day beforehand and accidental "showing up" might be believable....Ok ya know what I'm done, I have a headache now and I'm getting the girls their dinner. "
"I made chicken soup over mashed potatoes for them...oh and yours is sitting on the stove too I made ya a big bowl of SHUT THE FUCK UP. " ~****~
Ha ! I have a ton of shit to remind you about..the thing is how's come you tell me to remind you and when I do you tell me to stop bitching ?!?!?! Fucker.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
January 24
Picture of my day--Well a piece of a picture of my day.
6.00 a.m.
Get up.
Say G’mornin to Hubs.
Go pee.
Yell at Hubs for taking such stank ass shit in my bathroom.
Feed the baby.
Burp the baby.
Clean baby spit from shirt.
Look for burp cloth.
Give up looking.
Feed the baby more.
Burp the baby again.
Clean spit up from hair.
Wonder how in the hell it got in hair.
Then wonder why I didn’t just find burp cloth.
Remember that Didda took all burp cloths and put them in a place that makes everything invisible.
Tell Hubs to have a fanfuckintastic day at work.
Change the baby’s diaper.
Baby pees all over before new diaper is on.
Get new diaper.
Baby has a shitstorm the second you fasten new diaper.
Wait to make sure baby is done.
Change diaper.
Talk to baby.
Make fish faces at baby.
6.40
Get more coffee.
Wish they sold nicotine laced coffee.
Wish they made cigarettes that didn’t produce smoke, smell, or cancer.
Let Jay out.
Smell dog shit.
See dog shit.
Curse outloud.
Clean dogshit.
Get online.
Baby cries.
Hold baby and answer emails typing with one hand.
7.00 a.m.
Wake Jam, Bana and Soph
Listen to how unfair it is that they are up before the sun.
Tell them that “ no it is not colder in the house today than it was yesterday.”
Prove this by showing the temp on the thermostat.
Wonder why in the hell I’m proving myself to my kids.
Realize I don’t have time to ponder that fucking question right now.
Argue with Bana about appropriate winter clothes…which do not include gaucho pants or tank tops.
Tell Jam that since she wanted the jeans with the hole in them so damn bad that she has to wear them once in awhile.
Pull a "mom" by telling her " because I said so" is a good enough damn reason !
7.20
Tell Boph to get her little butt out of bed.
Let Jay in.
Baby cries.
Plink binky in babys mouth.
Make fish face at baby,
Baby smiles.
Keep making fish face until Baby cries.
Tell Baby she’s no fun.
7.25
Fix breakfast
Not understand how it’s possible to have 4 choices in cereal and none of them “ sound good” to anyone.
Wish they made Xanax laced cereal.
Tell Didda to stay off the counter.
Bribe Didda off the counter with cereal bar.
Tell Jay that he is not going back outside just to bark at “ speedwalker lady”
7.30
Threaten Boph’s well being if she does not get up in 10 seconds.
Tell her that looking at me like that will not make me curl up and die--this does not stop her.
Give in and let Jay out to bark at “speed walker lady” as she walks back by.
Get lecture from girls about how mean I am for letting baby cry.
7.50
Make girls turn of VH1 and get all papers signed that need it, and homework into backpacks.
Try to remember which way Didda went after she got off the counter.
Look for Didda.
Didda is hiding from Momma.
Can’t find Didda.
Fear that Didda is outside in the snow naked running down the block.
Momma hears Didda laugh .
Tell her she is funny girl, but don’t find her because I know she’s not out front in the snow with no clothes on.
Let Jay in while telling him how much it would please me to drop him off at the shelter.
Explain to Jay that he should thank the girls, they are his only salvation at this point.
8.15
Get all girls into truck.
Make Didda accept that her sister can fasten her seatbelt even if she wants Momma to.
Drive girls to school.
Baby cries.
Didda tells me 19 times that the baby is still crying.
Talk on phone to schedule check-ups for kids at the doctors office.
Wait at stoplight for 9 minutes.
While waiting on hold for 7 minutes.
Wave at all my friends while we take turns getting into the parking lot.
Flip off all the bitches that cut me off getting into the parking lot.
Explain to receptionist at doctors office that I was not talking to her when I said “ya fucking whorebag!”
Promise girls I won't call the principal that anymore.
Come home.
See that Jay got into the trash.
Chase Jay.
Wait for Jay to get out from under chair.
Pretend to leave the chair.
Call Jay dumbshit for being a dumbass dog that fell for that.
Chase Jay back outside.
Talk to sister on phone for the 1st of 27 times today.
Advise sister on bedroom set styles and fashion.
9.20
Go upstairs to pee.
Look at bed.
Wish I was in bed.
Remember that the sheets have to be washed today.
Take sheets to laundry room.
Remember that I didn’t pee when I was upstairs.
Go back upstairs.
Wonder why there is a steak knife on the dresser.
Worry that a cat burglar came into the house while I was taking the girls to school.
Start to freak out.
Think of all the scary movies I’ve watched that start with similar scenes.
Get brave and walk through all the rooms looking for cat burglar.
Bust open all doors while taking a karate/cheerleading stance to scare burglar.
Search for burglar comes up empty.
Still wonder about knife .
Finally go pee.
I was going to do a picture of the whole day, but it’s pretty boring.
So I won’t make you suffer through that.
You’re welcome.
Picture of my day--Well a piece of a picture of my day.
6.00 a.m.
Get up.
Say G’mornin to Hubs.
Go pee.
Yell at Hubs for taking such stank ass shit in my bathroom.
Feed the baby.
Burp the baby.
Clean baby spit from shirt.
Look for burp cloth.
Give up looking.
Feed the baby more.
Burp the baby again.
Clean spit up from hair.
Wonder how in the hell it got in hair.
Then wonder why I didn’t just find burp cloth.
Remember that Didda took all burp cloths and put them in a place that makes everything invisible.
Tell Hubs to have a fanfuckintastic day at work.
Change the baby’s diaper.
Baby pees all over before new diaper is on.
Get new diaper.
Baby has a shitstorm the second you fasten new diaper.
Wait to make sure baby is done.
Change diaper.
Talk to baby.
Make fish faces at baby.
6.40
Get more coffee.
Wish they sold nicotine laced coffee.
Wish they made cigarettes that didn’t produce smoke, smell, or cancer.
Let Jay out.
Smell dog shit.
See dog shit.
Curse outloud.
Clean dogshit.
Get online.
Baby cries.
Hold baby and answer emails typing with one hand.
7.00 a.m.
Wake Jam, Bana and Soph
Listen to how unfair it is that they are up before the sun.
Tell them that “ no it is not colder in the house today than it was yesterday.”
Prove this by showing the temp on the thermostat.
Wonder why in the hell I’m proving myself to my kids.
Realize I don’t have time to ponder that fucking question right now.
Argue with Bana about appropriate winter clothes…which do not include gaucho pants or tank tops.
Tell Jam that since she wanted the jeans with the hole in them so damn bad that she has to wear them once in awhile.
Pull a "mom" by telling her " because I said so" is a good enough damn reason !
7.20
Tell Boph to get her little butt out of bed.
Let Jay in.
Baby cries.
Plink binky in babys mouth.
Make fish face at baby,
Baby smiles.
Keep making fish face until Baby cries.
Tell Baby she’s no fun.
7.25
Fix breakfast
Not understand how it’s possible to have 4 choices in cereal and none of them “ sound good” to anyone.
Wish they made Xanax laced cereal.
Tell Didda to stay off the counter.
Bribe Didda off the counter with cereal bar.
Tell Jay that he is not going back outside just to bark at “ speedwalker lady”
7.30
Threaten Boph’s well being if she does not get up in 10 seconds.
Tell her that looking at me like that will not make me curl up and die--this does not stop her.
Give in and let Jay out to bark at “speed walker lady” as she walks back by.
Get lecture from girls about how mean I am for letting baby cry.
7.50
Make girls turn of VH1 and get all papers signed that need it, and homework into backpacks.
Try to remember which way Didda went after she got off the counter.
Look for Didda.
Didda is hiding from Momma.
Can’t find Didda.
Fear that Didda is outside in the snow naked running down the block.
Momma hears Didda laugh .
Tell her she is funny girl, but don’t find her because I know she’s not out front in the snow with no clothes on.
Let Jay in while telling him how much it would please me to drop him off at the shelter.
Explain to Jay that he should thank the girls, they are his only salvation at this point.
8.15
Get all girls into truck.
Make Didda accept that her sister can fasten her seatbelt even if she wants Momma to.
Drive girls to school.
Baby cries.
Didda tells me 19 times that the baby is still crying.
Talk on phone to schedule check-ups for kids at the doctors office.
Wait at stoplight for 9 minutes.
While waiting on hold for 7 minutes.
Wave at all my friends while we take turns getting into the parking lot.
Flip off all the bitches that cut me off getting into the parking lot.
Explain to receptionist at doctors office that I was not talking to her when I said “ya fucking whorebag!”
Promise girls I won't call the principal that anymore.
Come home.
See that Jay got into the trash.
Chase Jay.
Wait for Jay to get out from under chair.
Pretend to leave the chair.
Call Jay dumbshit for being a dumbass dog that fell for that.
Chase Jay back outside.
Talk to sister on phone for the 1st of 27 times today.
Advise sister on bedroom set styles and fashion.
9.20
Go upstairs to pee.
Look at bed.
Wish I was in bed.
Remember that the sheets have to be washed today.
Take sheets to laundry room.
Remember that I didn’t pee when I was upstairs.
Go back upstairs.
Wonder why there is a steak knife on the dresser.
Worry that a cat burglar came into the house while I was taking the girls to school.
Start to freak out.
Think of all the scary movies I’ve watched that start with similar scenes.
Get brave and walk through all the rooms looking for cat burglar.
Bust open all doors while taking a karate/cheerleading stance to scare burglar.
Search for burglar comes up empty.
Still wonder about knife .
Finally go pee.
I was going to do a picture of the whole day, but it’s pretty boring.
So I won’t make you suffer through that.
You’re welcome.
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