Friday, August 31, 2007
Accent – I was born in North Carolina, my Dad was in the Marines. Raised in Kentucky, so I, of course, have a bit of a southern drawl, yall.
I Don't Drink – Dr. Pepper, bluck!!
Chore I Hate – Laundry, there are so many steps...sorting, washing, drying, folding, putting away. Geez, I am tired just talking about it!
Pets – Golden Retriever - Abby
Kitty - Tinkerbell
German Shepherd - Emma
Bunny - My girls call it "Bunny", I call it "Pain in the ass"
Essential Electronic – My laptop and blackberry tie
Perfume/Cologne – Ashley Judd - American Beauty - Wonderful
Tutti Dulci - Lemon Meringue
Gold Or Silver – Silver
Insomnia – Yes, every night.
Job Title – Payroll Manager
Kids – Courtney - 12 and Ashley - 8
Religion – Baptist
Siblings – Two brothers - both younger, 33 and 30.
Time I Wake Up – between 5:30 and 6:00
Unusual Talent/Skill – I can eat sushi every day of the week and not get tired of it. Ummm...that's not really a talent or a skill, but it's all I got at the moment.
Vegetable I Refuse To Eat – There aren't many foods I refuse to eat. ;-)
Worst Habit – Mine is the same as Maria's. I try to mother everyone. I like to think it’s being helpful, but it’s annoying to some.
My Favorite Meal – Anything Italian.
I was tagged by Maria; I now tag Mandy.
He emailed me last week and asked me if he could have them this weekend to take them to the lake with his family, his girlfriend and her two daughters. I said I would ask them and see what they thought and let him know. They liked the idea of spending the weekend with their new friends and getting to ride in their dad's new boat. He never really took them out in his boat when we were married. So, last night he picks them up for their long weekend. They were to leave tonight. He calls today on my way back from lunch to tell me that they will not be going to the lake. There will be too many people down there and it will just be too crowded. I then tell him not to bother to pick them back up tonight, Cork from my Mom's and Ash from school. I am pissed off!!!
How many times do you let your kids down before they just stop believing you? Three, thirteen, twenty-three times???? Well, my oldest is already there, the youngest on the other hand is still too young. It isn't that hard, if you say you are going to do something, then damn it...DO IT. If not, then keep your mouth shut!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
In my dreams I am with my in-laws and two sister-in-laws. They are always ignoring me and doing a bad job of "pretending" I'm not there. I always have a confrontation with only one of them in each dream. And it is a knock down, drag out, yelling match. The dream I had last night was a little different, I was stuck on a high beam or something and I could not get down and they would not help me. They just kept ignoring me. What the hell is wrong with me?
I know that part of me just can't believe that after 20 years you can just cut ties with someone and don't ever care if you talk to them or see them ever again. They only lost one person. I lost a whole family. I can honestly say, I wasn't that close with my mother-in-law. She had a brain aneurysm 10 years ago and it really changed who she was as a person. I was close to my father-in-law. But I was the closest to my two sister-in-laws, they were like sisters to me. And now they are gone, just gone. And it isn't like this was a shock to them. They knew I was unhappy three years ago and talked me into staying and working on my marriage. So, just because I am not married to their brother, I can't be their friend?
So, I guess until I get some kind of closure to this in my mind, the dreams will continue...
Actually, I will say one more thing. These damn owls will scare the holy living crap out of you if you walk up on them in the dark at night.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Oh, wait, here they come, at least the sirens aren't on!!
Monday she was happy, Tuesday she was possessed, today she is miserable. Oh my, possessed? By what? She worries me.
"Is it going to be hot or cold today?"
And I have told her the same answer every morning. It is going to be hot, until I tell you otherwise. But she still asks the question. WHY???? Oh, I know, TO DRIVE ME CRAZY!
My youngest got out of bed this morning without a fight, went to the potty and immediately starting screaming. You would have thought someone was cutting her arm off. My diagnosis is a bladder infection, we have a 10:20 doctors appointment just to confirm. So, the little squirt is at work with me today. We packed a backpack full of gadgets to keep her busy. She is a wanderer though, she likes to visit with people and chit chat. Her favorite is to sneak into Dunnski's office and scare the crap out of him.
It's going to be a long day.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
*in case you are new to my blog...my parents, me and my two brothers families live on a 16 acre family farm.
I had a co-worker ask me today how my diet was going. I am NOT on a diet. So I did what any self-respecting lady would do. I pushed her fat ass down three flights of stairs. Oh, okay, not really, but I wanted to...really bad!
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I know the answer to my questions before I even ask them, the answer is, because I am a girl.
**Why do I have seventeen work outfits that don't fit me but I keep them? Because they may fit again one day, der!
**Why do I have 11 pairs of shoes that hurt like hell, but I keep them? Well, I have the perfect outfit to match them. And if I am going out and won't be standing long, I can take the pain. Hey, no one said being a fashionista was easy!
**Why do I have one side of my closet in the size that I wore last year? That one is a toughie, I keep telling myself I will need those soon. But I will actually need to do physical activity to lose weight to fit into the smaller clothes. That is the key!
**I have a walk in closet full of clothes, but I find myself wearing the same things over and over. Why is that? Okay, the answer to this one may not be cause I am a girl. Guys may do this one too.
**If I buy one more pair of white pants or carpi's that you can see through, someone please bitch slap me!! For goodness sake, I have had two children! Nobody wants to see that.
Thank you for your support.
Here is Matt Murphy the night he catches Barry Bonds seven hundred something home run.
Here he is a few weeks later whining that he has to sell it because he can't afford to keep it.
HELLO!!!! It is a dirty baseball, I can get you another one that looks just like it! What are you a friggin moron! Keep the damn thing and you owe Uncle Sam a t-t-t-t-on of money. Sell the damn thing and you pocket a t-t-t-t-on of money. Seems pretty simple to me. Am I right, ladies?????
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I packed a little love note in my 8 year old's lunch box. Just a little pick me up, to get her through rest of her grueling 3rd grade day. Here is the conversation between her and her lunch buddies:
Her: I got a note from my Mommy!
Lunch buds: What's it say?
Her: Ash, I love you have a great day. Love, Mommy
Lunch buds: How do you know it's not from the boy you like??
Her: Cause my Mommy signed it.
Monday, August 20, 2007
In other news, I went to the tanning bed after lunch today. I had a free upgrade to the "instant bed", Yoo Hoo!! My skin is now a nice 238 degrees and stinging like a school of jelly fish just had their way with me.
Taa taa for now, must find aloe vera gel or sit in a bathtub full of ice water.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Well, we get to my office and we were like two giddy teenage girls. We were talking about our kids, uniforms for school, pets, husbands (hers), ex-husbands (mine) and anything else that popped into our heads. We did spend a whole 3 minutes of her 1 1/2 hour visit talking about the product she sells. Oh well, in the next week or so, we plan on doing lunch.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
I am lucky enough to be 2nd in line at the ICC. Only to hear that the DR is running late today, he isn't even in the building. Ugh, I have a sinus and an ear infection. No wonder my head has been hurting.
I then head to the courthouse to get my two vehicles transferred into my name only. Well, I forgot that I was dealing with the government. My insurance cards had my ex's name on them, there was a problem with the VIN #'s not being typed on a document and another problem that I was luckily able to take care of with a phone call.
I left the courthouse and made a quick stop at the grocery. I get home from the grocery and I get a call from a vets office saying they can take the bunnies this afternoon, I need to bring them now. So, I quickly put the cold things away and head to the basement to retrieve the critters. This where it gets interesting. Every time I open the cage, the little shits run from me. So, I try everything I can think of to get them to come to me. They hate me. I finally catch the brown one and drop it in a deep basket. When I turned to catch the white one, the brown one jumped out of the basket. I then spent the next 3 to 4 hours, I lost count, chasing that damn bunny. I really hate that damn bunny now. I really didn't like it before, I REALLY don't like it now. I waited until the girls got home, they couldn't catch it either. Bunnies are rather quick when they don't want to be caught. So, I did what anyone would do...I called Dad. Before my Dad came, my niece ran over. You know, my oldest BFF - Kayla!! I told her my story and she walks down in the basement and immediately comes back up carrying the little shit. She just walked down there and picked her up. I bet you are wondering how I know it is a SHE. Well, let me tell you. Kayla puts the bunny in the cage with the white one, and we are all standing looking at them. And the white one mounts the brown one and takes off. I thought I was going to die. The two older girls knew what was happening. My youngest didn't have a clue. Maybe I should let her teacher put her in the "blue group" after all. I certainly don't want her telling her new teacher THAT story.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Step into the wacky world of womanless wedding fund-raisers, in which Bubbas wear boas. Meet two sisters who fight rural boredom by washing Budweiser cans and cutting them to pieces to make clothing. Learn why the word snow sends any right-thinking Southerner careening to the Food Lion for extra loaves of bread and little else. Humor columnist and slightly crazed belle-by-birth Celia Rivenbark tackles these and other lard-laden subjects in Bless Your Heart, Tramp, a no-holds-barred look at all things sassy, sensational, and southern.
(Found this little gem at the library today in the bargain bin for only $1.00, Woot! Woot!)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I have finally HAD it with the stupid bunnies! THEY MUST GO. A call was made to the ex, and he is finding a new home for them. They will either end up; at his new girlfriends house, at his parents house or at the vet to be adopted. I don't care where they go, as long as they are gone from my house.
In fact, those annoying bunnies have upset me so, that Max and Ruby are the only ones I can stand to even look at right now. And that is only because they live in a really cute house and can talk and cook. And they DON'T poopy everywhere!!!!!