all's right with the world

I want to rip these fingernails off!!!

I love having them, but the make me feel "smothered" and I want to pick them off really bad.

So, my kid did his biology and brought it to us last night, to show us he did it. Why couldn't he have just done that on Sunday night?? why make life more difficult?

And he couldn't sleep last night. I never sleep, so he was up with me, in the living room, sleeping on the couch. soooo, I think maybe his conscience was bothering him a little! He asked me this morning if he could get his phone back, cuz he "has a track meet today and Bud might be texting me". His brother is sort of his "motivational coach" and they talk track, and he gives him workouts to do and stuff. I told him no, I was keeping it for a while. and that he owed me an apology for his behavior. he did apologize and I asked him if that's why he couldn't sleep, cuz he owed me an apology...he said ,"No, I was just nervous about the meet today". Ya. Right.

the thing is, this is a good kid. Really. He doesn't get in trouble much, does what he's told to do (most of the time) he's a normal kid, and I happen to like being around him. he's wickedly funny and always makes me laugh. I don't know why he lost his bloomin mind for a minute!

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So my husband is doing a sleep study tonight. He'll sleep at the hospital and get hooked up with all kinds of wires and stuff.

Hallelujah!!!

I can't sleep with that man anymore. Have sex? yes, but sleep? no way.

He snores so. loud. He tosses and turns all night long, kicks me, yanks all the cover off me, stops breathing and then gasps for air....the whole she-bang. So I finally got him to go to the dr. and he's sending him to the sleep study. Hopefully he will get some kind of machine to help him breath at night, and then we can both get some sleep.

I only maybe sleep 2 hours at a time, if I'm lucky. between the hubs and the old dog that has a bladder the size of a peanut, I'm up and down all night long. Exhaustion isn't even the word for how i feel in the morning.

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So we have our first track meet today. and so it begins. We had a few weeks off and now we are back at it again. Oh well, the boys will be gone in 3 years and then I'll have all the time in the world...and will probably hate it.

I like shiny new things

today started out in hell.

I understand that it's late in the year...school is almost over. It's hard to get yourself up and go to school. Been there, done that.

but why must we go through this every. single. morning?

Both boys didn't want to go.....as usual. the younger one didn't
"feel good". the older one didn't do his homework, so he didn't want to go at all. asked last night if he could stay home and I said "no, you had all weekend to do your homework. Sounds like a personal problem if you decided not to do it."

so this morning, he just decides he's not going.

just like that.

to hell with me and what I say,

He aint goin.

Just blatantly defied me.

so, there will be "consequences" for his actions.

He hid out in his room all day today.

But dad will be home soon.

then the shit will hit the fan.

Oh well,......that's what he gets.

I can't stand that the boys are bigger than me. what can I really do to them? I can't really spank them anymore...so I have to hit them where it hurts. their "stuff". no, that THAT stuff!!! their things, their freedom to go places with their friends.

sorrrreeeeeeee. No more of that.

that new phone? It's all mine buddy.

I've always wanted a new phone.

Twilight

Oh gawddddd.....I am SOOOO lame.

I bought the "Twilight" movie today, ok? and I hate to say this...buttttt

I kinda liked it.

Don't tell anyone! they'll think I'm flakey and weird.

I know I said it's corny and really really bad...and it is! But it kinda grows on you after you see it the first time. Really. It's going along good and then they have to throw something corny in there, like "Hang on spidermonkey" and Edward goes flying through the forest with Bella on his back. CORN.




But I do love me some Edward. I gotta admit that. I don't care if he never takes a shower or washes his hair....as long as he brushes his teeth, er....fangs.

corny, I know.

fingernails

Look what I did last night. I went and bought myself some nails!!!

I glued on the tips, then painted on the acrylic, sanded them down and then painted on the white tip.

Not too bad, for the only the second time doing them.

Now if I could just type with them on! ;)

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American Idol.

OMG.

Adam Lambert.

He was FANTASTIC! He changed his whole look and sound. He really brought it. But my favorite was Matt. Maybe cuz he reminds me of my boy, JT. But he sang, "Let's Get It On"....ok, if you insist! ;)

Thanks for all the well wishes and all the good advice. I will take it all under consideration. Doesn't that sound so "professional"? I do think maybe I need to talk to someone....a grief counselor of a therapist or something like that. and I will get my meds checked. My mammogram is tomorrow, and blood work, so all I have to do is get to my primary care dr. and get the ball rolling. It's just hard to make myself do it.

Warning! Depressed post ahead! Detour! Detour!

So.....

My husband has been giving me the "silent treatment" for the past few days.

I asked him why and he said he's "concerned about me".

So.....what does that mean exactly?

He said I don't feel like doing anything...going to church, etc...

Well.......

he's right. And i told him so. Hey, it doesn't happen very often, so when he's right I like to tell him! ;)

I've been feeling so..........."blah". Dead inside. I don't want to do anything. I feel myself pulling away from people, so I don't get hurt by them.

This is gong to be a rambling post, so if you wanna cut out early, I completely understand.

Ever since my mom died, I've felt dead inside. I don't really cry every day anymore, but sometimes, it just takes over and I bawl like a baby. I drive by the driving school where we practiced her maneuverability and I cry. I go to the library, alone, and I cry. I'm in a store and I see a little old lady shopping, and I can't help but think how unfair it is that I don't have my mom to shop with anymore. sometimes I wake up in the morning and I think, "Wow, I better call my mom." and then it hits me that I can't.

I haven't heard her voice in over 6 months. that hurts me. I erased her messages on my cell phone, and how I hate myself for that. What wouldn't give to be able to hear her voice right now.

I would think that my husband would understand what I'm feeling since he lost his own mother a month before I lost mine. But he handles things so differently than I do. And he has his siblings to help him through it. I don't have that. I wish I did, but I don't. I've tried calling my brother but he never returns my calls. so.....I feel so alone in my sadness.

Now, there is a woman at church who has "adopted" m husband and I. She wants to be out "mom". And believe me, if you had the chance to choose your own mother, you would choose her. She's fabulous, and always tells us that she loves us and hugs us, and prays with us....all kinds of stuff. But I find myself holding back from getting too involved with her. She's already had cancer once, and I feel if I let myself get close to her and let he in my heart and life,....what if she comes down with cancer again? What if I lose her too? I don't think I could take it.

And I obsess over my kids. I never want them to feel this pain that I feel. I want them to go before me, so they never have to live through losing their mother. Is that weird? Wait, don't answer that.

So I feel like I'm just putting in the time. I'm not really involved with anything or anybody. I get up in the morning, get the boys off to school, come home and crawl back into bed. I make myself get up before noon, but if I had my way, I'd stay in bed all day long. When I'm sleeping, I don't feel so alone and adrift. I know I'm depressed. I know this. I'm still taking my medicine, in fact I take twice the amount I'm supposed to, hoping it will make me feel better. I find joy in nothing. I try,,, and I put on a pretty good front for other people. But inside I'm dead. I'm fine if I don't speak to another human being for the entire day. I prefer it that way.

So what do I do for my husband? I've tried explaining how I feel, but he just doesn't get it. and shutting me out and giving me the silent treatment isn't exactly the way to bring me out of my shell, so to speak. How do I try and explain what I'm feeling to a man I feel doesn't give a shit about me?

Blog Stalking

Have you ever been "blog stalked"?
Dog and I were talking yesterday. If you've never talked to this man on the phone, well, you need to. He is hilarious! and he knows how I hate to talk on the phone, so when I say I gotta go, he's like, "Bye!" short and sweet!

so we were talking about "blog stalkers". Now, I don't feel like I've ever been blog stalked, but Dog has. and he's been accused of stalking! STALKER!!!!

But, if you have any kind of site meter thing on your blog where you can check your stats, then I can easily be accused of stalking alot of you guys. I check back with my blogs a couple times a day...sometimes more than a couple! You like to check for updates...some people post more than once a day. Tranny usually does a couple posts a day...some Hot Papi jumps out at him, so he has to show us his picture! Thank You Tranny!!!!

So, have you had any weird or strange happenings with your blog? Are you afraid to tell people who you really are? Do you give out your location? Do YOU stalk anyone? ;)

Passive aggressive assholes

As I sit here eating a can of pickled beets for lunch, I'm thinking about passive-aggressive people.

We all know someone who is passive-aggressive.

That person who will pick and pick and pick with you...knowing all the hot buttons to push with you...and then when you can't stand it anymore and you explode, they get all indignant. "What are you getting upset about? you don't have to YELL. I'm not yelling at YOU."

This past weekend, I had a run in with a PA person...although I didn't even know I had a run in with them at the time. I must have done something to piss this person off, cuz there were little things all weekend long. Little digs...little remarks...silent treatments, you know the things I'm talking about.

so I say this,

If you are mad at me...then TELL ME!!! Tell me what the hell I did to piss you off!!! So we don't have to play these stupid middle school games!! I'm an adult and want to interact with other adults, not children. I've had enough of children! I'm a Big Girl and I can take it.

I like to "tell it like it is". If I'm mad at you, I will let you know, and not in some underhanded way either. And I would like you to treat me the same way.

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the pickled beets were delicious. My grandma made them all the time, and they are one of my very favorite things to eat. I wanna make them, but I don't know how! I know there is vinegar and sugar..but there is also cloves in there too, I think. Anyone know how to make them?

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and can you believe that "Knowing" was the #1 movie over the weeknd???!!! WTH? Suckers! Every single person who paid money to see this movie....SUCKERS! (including me!)

"Knowing" or "Stinker of the century"

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IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE MOVIE "KNOWING" THEN STOP READING NOW!!!

Cuz I am about to spill the whole pot 'o beans!!!

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This had to be THE worst movie I have ever seen. It was even worse than "Twilight". Sorry Christie , but even YOU have to admit that "Twilight" was bad. The acting was bad, the dialogue was bad, the special effects were bad....it was all bad. But I still love me some Edward Cullen and would become a vampire any day of the week, if he'd bite me.

But "Knowing"???OH. MY. GOD.

IT WAS BAD.

I don't normally spill about a movie and tell the whole ending but I am going to on this one, cuz it's my duty to save you money by not going to see this bomb.

It starts out ok...good even. It's 1959 and these kids at a new school are burying a time capsule, with pictures of what they think the world will be like in 50 years. Well, some demon child named Lucinda Emery doesn't draw a picture...nooooooo. She just writes a bunch of random numbers on a piece of paper. And she hears these strange "voices" in her head, whispering to her all the time. Demon child, like I said.

Flash forward 50 years...2009. Present day. OH NO!

Nicolas Cage is a god-awful actor. he has the same stupid expression on his face regardless of what he's saying or doing. Lay off the botox, ok Nic? So, he's some astro physicist or something smart like that. he's got a kid and his wife died a year ago. He gets drunk every single night and they live in this great big house that I would LOVE to have. The house is fabulous...needs some work, but fabulous. It should tell you something that I notice the HOUSE, ok???

So, he's looking at this paper with all the numbers on it...and he starts to figure it out. That the numbers are dates of every disaster since 1959 and the number of deaths that resulted form that disaster.

So far, so good.

But thennnnnnn....it gets a little strange. These "men" are watching his house and his kid...and they give his kid this black rock. Remember the rock. so, these "men" don't talk...but they are always standing outside his house and watching his kid. strange and kinda spooky. I'm thinking they are demons of some kind, but how would that tie into the disasters? Don't worry...

So these disasters happen and Nicolas Cage figures it out that the world is going to end. Yes!!! He tracks down this Lucinda/demon child that wrote the numbers in the first place, but she's dead. he does find her daughter and starts stalking her. Yada yada yada....they go to her mother's house in the woods, where she died and find a BLACK ROCK in her bedroom. LOTS of black rocks in fact. OH NO!!! NOT THE BLACK ROCKS!!! While Nicolas cage and demon daughter are in the house, they leave their sleeping little angels in the car...so of course, something has to happen, right? OF COURSE! The "men" that are following them show up and are standing outside the car..."whispering" to the son and this lady's daughter. Both kids hear "the whispering people".

Ok, I knew then that I should have just gotten up and walked out, But I didn't. Bad idea.

so the kids get scared, they lay on the horn and Nicolas Cage and Demon Daughter come running! "They were here!" So Nicolas Cage goes running after them into the woods! he sees him! He starts yelling, "What do you want with my son?!" the "man" turns around and opens his mouth.....and.....he BLINDS Nicolas cage with a bright light.

Oh God. Excuse me..I need to leave the theater now.

To make a very very long story short, (this movie is LONG) the "men" are ALIENS from another planet, sent here to protect Nicolas Cage;s son and this demon daughter's kid. Caleb and Abby. Because....

THE WORLD IS GOING TO END! There will be solar flares that wipe out the whole entire planet. Yes. Solar flares. From the sun. Wipe it out. and the aliens are here to get the people "who hear them" and take them to another planet to start the human race all over again.

So it's the day before the solar flares are supposed to happen, and Nicolas Cage and this demon daughter and the kids are going to hide in some caves and try to wait it out...but the "men" kidnap the children! OH NO! and they all head back to the house this Lucinda chick lived in. in the woods, of course. Nicolas Cage follows in his truck...driving into the woods...and he comes to a clearing that is NOTHING BUT BLACK ROCKS!!! OH NO!!! He sees the "men" and then he sees his kid, and his kid explains that they are'nt here to hurt them, they are here to SAVE them. Then a bright light comes down from the sky...a SPACESHIP!!! it opens up and the "men" lose their earthly body and go back to their alien bodies.....and Caleb & Abby get on the ship with them....they also have two white bunnies with them . (?????) then they fly away with the aliens.

ya.

OH! And Nicolas Cage's dad is a pastor and Nicolas Cage doesn't believe in Heaven or Hell...so at the end of the movie, after the earth is burned to smithereens, you see the two kids running in a wheat field, ON ANOTHER PLANET, and there is THE TREE OF LIFE!!!!! YES!!! and Caleb and Abby are the new "Adam and Eve"!!!!!

OH. MY. GOD.

This was THE WORST MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN!!

I cannot believe we paid $27 to see this stinker. and $17 on popcorn and pop. Evan, the 16 yr. old came with us. He said, "How big a loser am I? I'm going to the movies with my PARENTS!"

I am no longer allowed to pick out a movie. I have been banned from "movie picking" for life.

WORST MOVIE EVAH!!!!!!!

My Trip to the Gyno

Oh gawd...I feel sick...I think I might throw up.


Ok, today was my appointment with my gyno.

WOOHOO!

Soooooo.....it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I walked in and was at the desk signing in and filling out insurance papers, and the Dr. comes in and says,

"Beth? yes, I recognized you?"

"What? with my clothes on???!" I didn't really say this, but you know I thought it, right?


So they call me back, weigh me, (don't even go there with me) and ask why it's been 9 years since I've been there! So we're talking and of course, me and the nurse start talking about "Octumom"! you know me, gotta get the gossip in. We both agreed the woman is NUTSO.

So in comes the Dr.

Oh boy, here we go.



Now, I'm sitting on the table in nothing but my socks and a smile, with the wonderfully fashionable paper robe on and the paper blanket on my lap, trying desperately to cover up my fat ass. So I go to put my feet in the stirrups, and I fling one right off the table. And the Dr. starts apologizing profusely. And I'm silently praying that I don't fart in his face, cuz I ate lentil soup for lunch today, and the gas was BAD.modeling the fashionable paper blanket



All done!!


So, he's all done and tells me I look good. So all the washing, primping, trimming, brushing, shaving, combing and braiding was worth it! Really? I look good? Is that really what you say to someone after you're up to your elbows in their cooter? I don't know. and that was painful!!! When he sticks his whole stinking hand up in there and grabs your cervix and then presses on your belly???? OUCH! (please don't fart...Please don't fart!) instruments of torture

So he says there is some tenderness on my bladder, so I have to go for an ultrasound...maybe fibroids or something like that. OH!!!! and I also have to get a mammogram.(wonderful) and get blood work done. All I know is that the test for gonorrhea, cystic fibrosis, toxoplasma, chlamydia, and trachomatis better all come back NEGATIVE! Whatever the hell those all are...some i know, some I don't. And the HPV thingie.




when was this made?? the 1960's???! good grief!! Just in case you don't know the mechanics of sex and how you get pregnant. whatever.



Then he talked about "burning off the lining of my uterus so I will no longer have a period". How enjoyable does THAT sound? Has anyone had this done? Probably not, since ya'll are just youngins and still havin them babies. I'm an old hag and don't really need to have a period anymore, so why not. right? He called it "endometrial ablation" and he does it right in his office. Wonderful.

"So Beth if you decide to do this, I will get to see you 3 times!"

(you bet your sweet bippy you will)

"Oh Dr. ! you just missed me! Admit it!" (ya, I did say this. when will I learn to just shut my mouth and not say the first thing that pops into my head?)





So that was my trip to the gyno. Aren't you happy I shared? ;)

Happy Birthday Betsy!!!

We lost.

51-39

Oh well. Kid is on to track practice today, so....!!!


Today is my Betsy's Birthday!!! She is 27 today!!



I don't have very many pictures of Betts when she was a baby. But she did give me this one. I think she's about 6 in this picture.

Betts, I love you madly!!!!! I am so so proud of you for taking control of your life and going after what you want. Don't ever let anyone stop you. you are a fantastic mother and your kids show this every day. They are so smart and so ornery...just like you! People always wonder if it's "nature or nurture". I can say that it is a mixture of both. You are just. like. me!!!! Ornery and sarcastic with your mind in the gutter! ;) And you are shaped just like Nana....no hips and a flat butt!!! But you get all of your mothering instincts from your mom, who was/is a wonderful mother to you. I thank her so much for taking you and raising you to be the woman you are today. I always had a huge hole in my heart where you were supposed to be, and knowing that you were loved has helped to heal that hole.


This was taken the day after Betsy and I met for the first time. I will never forget that day as long as I live. June 29, 2003. I will always celebrate that day.

My life is so good now, with you in it. And you've given me Joey and Bryannah. How can I ever thank you for that gift? and you have never...not even once, been mad at me for giving you up. Not once. You welcomed me into your life with open arms and you've fit into our family like you've always been here.

I cannot wait to go on vacation this year and see Bryannah attack the ocean!

I love you girl. Happy Birthday to you.

White Girl

My Kid has a big game tonight. They are in the "Sweet 16" so if we win tonight, we'll be in the Final 4! The boys don't have much faith in themselves, cuz they are sort of thinking they are going to lose! But at least they've gotten this far, right?

So the school has chartered a bus to take them to Canton. they are leaving school right before 8th period and going to a restaurant to eat and then on to the game. The school is also taking a "pep bus" for the students to ride...for $10 a pop. Kind of expensive, but I guess it'd be worth it.

My oldest boy is in Daytona for Spring Break. he'll be home on Sunday....I hope. ;) But I guess he's "not a little boy anymore" right? and something a little disturbing...we were outside yesterday and talking to our neighbor. Now..he's gotta be in his 50's. Nothing wrong with that. He's single. A biker. and a really really nice guy. Would do anything for anybody. really nice to my kids. and we told him that Bud was in Daytona...and he said HE usually goes every year too, cuz "there are alot of beautiful things down there". WTH? That just creeped me out to no measure. I mean, those are college girls!!! But hey, to each his own, right? ;)

64 degrees out today, so I'm outta here! Gotta get in the sun. and ya, I got sunburned yesterday..on my arm, sitting in the car waiting for my kid to get outta school. Oh the joys of being a White Girl.

SOS

I'm sending out an S.O.S.

my friend, Golightly was in a very very serious car accident. Things are BAD. She is in a coma and things don't look too promising. Golightly is engaged to be married to her Cowboy.

Please pray for her. She has to recover from this horrible accident.

My Life Would suck Without You. Lovin this song!!

It was so beautiful this past weekend!!!

It was in the 50's and sunny. We cleaned up the yard...cleaned the hot tub, and just spent as much time outdoors as possible.

And answer me this? With all the freakin people that work at Walmart, how come I can NEVER get anyone to help me in the fabric section????? Do they all hide out in the back room that says "employees only"???? Sheesh!!!!

So my husband took Friday off so he could go grocery shopping with me. (?????) Ya, I don't get it either. But I'm sure he will never do that again. We spent $479 on groceries. For 2 weeks. and we got NO meat at all...just 2 bags of fish at Sam's Club. But we DID get an electric teapot that heats water up in a fraction of a second. That was very important. And we DID get ink for the printer. woo. hoo. He will never go shopping with me again. he has to have Smuckers. He has to have name brand crap. and I am Miss Frugal...if there is a store brand of something, besides spaghetti sauce, I am buying it!

So I gotta get busy. I spent the morning at Walmart, haven't washed dishes all weekend, and have a LOAD in the sink just calling my name. I want a dishwasher. In my next life maybe.

WE DID IT!!!!!

Last night, our high school basketball team became District Champs!!

We played our arch rivals, Newton Falls, for the 3rd time. The first 2 times, they beat us, so they were pretty cocky coming into the tournaments and having to play us for the 3rd time.

The game was back and forth all night long...only about 7 points separated us at the most. 4th quarter, we took the lead. and kept it.




My kid has a pinched nerve in his back, and hasn't been playing a whole lot. But he had to guard the "Big Guy" again. This kid is 6'11" and 300 pounds. But we held him to only 11 points all night!



FINAL SCORE! We are now in the "Sweet 16"!!!!!








It was so exciting! The tension in the air....it was electric. And I just have to say this about Newton Falls. Their fans SUCK. They are AWFUL!!!! and it's amazing to me...it brings out the beast in people, I guess. Some people had on shirts that said , "better DEAD than RED". and the newton falls parents verbally attacking out kids. You kind of expect that from the students, ya know...cuz there is a BIG rivalry between the 2 school. But the adults. Amazing. And the principal of Newton Falls. wow. that's all I can say, cuz I know him and his wife and kids....wow. We will leave it at that.

Congratulations guys!!!! You deserve this win and all that comes with it!

Now, go kick some Cleveland Central Catholic butt on Wednesday!!

out of the mouths of babes

.Birds of a feather...

...flock together.

ahhhh, My boys. How/when did my boys get this big? where was I when this was happening? Obviously EATING! good Lord, I'm a heifer. There's a reason I don't like my picture taken...it's an eye opener, that's for sure.


So I was talking to Rae the other day. She reads my blog. she asked me about the gyno thing...if I had made an appointment yet. I said no.

"Mom! You are just like Nana!! She didn't go the doctor either...and by then it was too late. And you're being just like her...and that is so not fair to us."

OUCH



My appointment is March 19 at 2:45.

License and registration please

I've sworn my 14 yr. old son to secrecy. He can't tell another living soul...But I can tell the whole internet! ;)

We made our weekly pilgrimage to Walmart to pick up a few things, and on the way home, I pulled into the high school parking lot. Bina knows where this is going, I'm sure....

So he's like,

"Mom? What are you doing? Mom? MOM??!"

"Nothing. I'm just pulling into the parking lot."

"WHY?" (later he told me he was afraid I was going to meet one of his teachers!!! that tells ya something, huh?)

"I'm pulling into the parking lot so you can drive."

BIG SMILE

"WHAT??!"

"Hey, Nana did it with me when I was 14, so I'm doing it with you too."


Surprisingly, he did really well! But he watches all these "Fast and Furious" movies and wanted to "drift"..whatever the hell that is.

So when Bina and I were 14, my mom would let us drive around the high school parking lot...while she sat in the back, drinking her white wine spritzers! We didn't have a car, so we borrowed Ronnie Krempasky's car. Ronnie and my mom sort of "dated", I guess....but not really. I know!!!! He was her BIG POPPA!! He gave us money, we took his Montgomery Ward credit card and went shopping all the time, he took us to Lake Erie and we'd spend the summer on his boat. Good times.

so, we would "borrow" Ronnie's car and go driving. Bina and I convinced him we were 16, and he would give us the keys! he was kinda gullible. I covered myself in "Q-T" one summer, to look tan, and he was convinced I was soooo tan, even though I looked like a pumpkin. so we could talk him into anything, really. and his elevator didn't go all the way to the top, if ya know what I mean, and his pants were always falling down. so any money he had in his pockets would fall out. We would find money outside in the driveway all the time. Wow, I kinda miss him. He was really good to us when we needed it most....till he broke in one night and beat the crap outta my mom. That was the end of that.

Bina and I would also "borrow" my grandma's car, when she would go to bingo with her sister. so we would take our rolls of pennies to buy gas, cuz you had to keep the gas level the same, and drive all over town....stalking boys we liked, slamming on the brakes to see how long the skid marks would be....racing trains! and then race to get home before 10pm so the car would cool off and the hood wouldn't be hot, just in case my grandma checked her car! Ahhhh, good times, good times.

I've really been missing my Mom lately, and I felt a little closer to her yesterday, taking my kid driving. Keeping up the tradition of breaking the law.


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oh, and I made a fabulous roast beef yesterday for dinner..smothered in onions and slow cooked in the oven....outta-this-world gravy..mmmmm. and only ONE person ate dinner...and guess who it was??? YES! Mr. Picky! No one else ate it. I tell ya....I'm DONE COOKING IN THIS HOUSE!!!!

Come shoppin with me

I'm not Dog. I'm not Kailyn or Kayce. We eat pretty simple most days. I'm just a country girl at heart, I guess. My husband is always calling me "country"!


fried potatoes with onions

Italian sausage on the grill,which I didn't eat. sausage isn't really one of my favorites. Not this kind anyway! ;)


broccoli

yesterday I made home made shrimp fried rice..it was good. and frozen egg rolls, which no one really ate. I have made them home made before. they were good. But I run out of ideas. and with so many different likes/dislikes in this house. Well, that's not entirely true...only ONE person is picky.

He won't eat any vegetable but potatoes and broccoli. No fruit but apples and bananas. Doesn't like pork..but if you tell him it's chicken, he'll eat it. He loves carbs and will eat whole sleeves of saltine crackers, bags of popcorn, cans of Pringles...likes salad but it can only have lettuce and feta cheese. that's it. that's not a salad!!!

So I guess I need some new ideas of something to cook for supper. and Dog, don't suggest salmon. My husband and I went out to eat to the Outback on Saturday night. I got steak of course, he got grilled salmon. I took a bite. Almost had to spit it out into my napkin. That stuff was GROSS. I cannot eat that. No way. I don't care who cooks it or how it's cooked...I aint eatin it.

But we do like pasta! I need something that's not too expensive either. I only have $100 a week for groceries.

Bring it on people!

Open wide!!!!

Guys, you can skip this one.


I have a confession to make. It's not an easy confession to make either, cuz I know the shit will hit the fan when you read it, but here goes...






I haven't been to the gyno in about 9 years.

There, I said it. Whew!!! That's a load off.

But, I've been thinking that maybe I need to go...ya know, just to check on the old cooter and make sure every thing's all right.

But how do you make that phone call?

"Uh Hello? Ya, I used to be a patient of Dr. so-and-so, but I haven't seen him in about 9 years and I'd like to make an appointment?"

Oh the horrors of it all. the lectures that will come my way. I aint ready for it I tell ya.

and the thing is...I like my doctor. He's Indian and very gentle and nice....always averts his eyes...never looks me in the eye after he's been up to his elbows in my cooter...always respectful.

But....it's just so darn hard to have some other guy inspecting the cooter! My husband should be the only one sticking any kind of appliance or anything else up in there!!! and then to have him say, "Open your legs a little wider please." OHMYGOD. I want to die right there on the table. or "Scoot down a little lower" so his nose in right there in the old hoo haw. Mortifying!! Guys just don't know how lucky they have it, do they? except when you're going for a physical and you're 16 years old, and your mom is in the room when the dr says he needs to see your "privates" and or even worse, the dr, is a woman with her hands all over your Privates and your mom is watching all of it! that can be pretty embarrassing for a guy.

And then when they have their whole stinkin arm up in there and they start pressing on your stomach....OMG! the pain!

But I've been feeling really....."heavy" lately. I can't really explain it, but I feel bloated all the time, and "heavy". that's the only way I can describe it. Like I'm carrying around a weight in my pelvic area...ugh.

so I guess I just need to bite the bullit and go. But oh how I don't want to. Maybe drink a bottle of wine before I go? or take a couple of street drugs if I can find them? My neighbor probably has something he'll sell to me for a pretty decent price, since I know him and all.

Oh how I don't want to do this.

14 going on 15

She is SMILING!!!





This boyyyy...oh man. He's 14, will be 15 this summer. ahhhh, I love him. Lovelovelove him. Why must he try me? WHY? He was home from school....again...yesterday. So we hung out all day long. It was nice. it was warm out and sunny, so we sat out back and had my camera and his binoculars, watching for the hawk that lives near us. Just talking and hanging out. I liked him yesterday!

Let's hope that boy comes home from school today....not the "other" one. The mean, evil one who wants to join the Marines so he can legally be a sniper. The one that gets up in your face and sings obnoxious songs..really really loud. The one who is searching for himself in the sea of teenaged-dom. The one who's voice cracks when he yells...

I want the boy who snuggled with me on the couch last night while we watched American Idol...the one who crawls into my bed when he doesn't feel good, so I can feel his head to see if he has a fever. The one who says, "Good night Mom! Love you!"

Not the one who says,"nightloveyoutoo...." really fast. so fast you can barely understand him.

Why must they grow up?

Body inspection

A friend of mine was complaining about how big her boobs have gotten. Got me to thinkin about my own boobs...

they're not watermelons..

more like grapefruits

old, kinda soft, saggy grapefruits.

my stomach is like bread dough that is rising....and rising and rising., all soft and gooey

my hips are like the wheel wells of a Volkswagen Bug....round and wide

my thighs are like big sides of raw beef

my knees are like giant balls of chewed up bubblegum

and my feet are like....well feet. I hate feet. feet are ugly. (except for Rae's feet, she has beautiful feet)

But I DO have soft skin. Baby lotion will do that for ya. "It puts the lotion on it's skin"

What's your body like?

doctor doctor, gimmie the news!

Hubs and I split up...and each took a kid to the doctor.

Me? I took the youngest to his pediatrician. sinus infection. He is actually sick! For reals! He had a high fever this morning...no school. So he's on an antibiotic. Also got some more albuterol for his breathing machine. And the dr. prescribed an "aerochamber" to hook up to his inhaler...so he gets more of the medicine. Well, it's not covered by the insurance, of course, and it costs $70. Thank goodness the pharmacy was all out of them! ;) So he;s just stuck using his machine for now.

Hubs took the older boy. He pulled a muscle in basketball and hasn't been practicing all week, and it's tournaments this week. so he took him to the team dr., who is a chiropractor. He took one look at his back and said he had a pinched nerve and his back was "all outta whack". so he did some electric shock on him and cracked his back all over kingdom come. Evan said it felt fantastic! he goes back on Friday to do it again and hopefully be ready for the game next Tuesday.

And let me tell ya...this is the first time in YEARS that my husband has taken one of these spawns to the doctor. So I might have to be nice to him! ;)

$675 for a pair of shoes??? NO PROBLEM!!!!

ok, I'm sitting here watching "What Not to Wear" since that's all I do all day....NOTHING!

and the guy is obviously gay...big deal, but he and Clinton are totally macking on each other!!! I see definite chemistry going on here.

Is Clinton single? he is awfully cute...and the other guy is cute...and they actually shopped together...trying on the same jeans and shirt. cute!

and I wish someone would send me to that show...cuz honey...I would have NO PROBLEM spending $5000!!! Oh baby! They could do what they wanted to my hair...my makeup. but please let there be one pair of Jimmy Choos in the bag!!!

and it makes me just a little sad....cuz I always wanted to send my mom for a make-over.

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and I just have to put this out in the universe....cuz you just never know what will happen because of it....

but I LOVE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!!!! he was on Jimmy Fallon and I LOVE that boy/man. I would totally leave my family if he ever came knocking on my door and asked me to run away with him and tour the world and be on SNL and have lots of little timberlake babies.

TOTALLY.

5-1=4

I'm not sure what my tattoo will be..

But I think it will be on my inner wrist.

Or the back of my neck.

No "job stoppers" here....not that I have a job to worry about.

and speaking about jobs...my youngest told me this,:

"You need to get a job mom. You don't do anything all day."

OH. NO. HE. DI'INT.

Fiiiiiine. I WILL get a job,

and when you forget your stupid art book, don't expect me to bring it to you...

when you "don't feel good", don't text me and expect me to come and get you...

when you don't have lunch money and need me to bring you some....forget it.

and when you have to get your own dinner ready....thank me for the privilege.

When you are sick...stay home by yourself and take care of yourself...since I don't do anything all day long.

And by the way....finish raising yourself by yourself!!!!

Little brat.

Ink

My kid got inked again..




He got his last name in Italain and Ki Swahili down his side.

We were there for 5 hours, with the tattoo itself taking 3 1/2 hours. he didn't flinch once...not one time. he took it like a champ. In fact, Tabari, his tattooist has started calling him Champ, and gave him a free t-shirt to boot!

He said it did hurt like a big dog, but he was a "man". and while we were there...this guy came in to get his nipple pierced. Well, Tabari was teasing Evan, that if he could take this tattoo, then he should get his nipples pierced next...and then this guy comes in! So, she was going to let Evan watch, but the guy changed his mind....and got his penis pierced instead. Yes, his penis. How do you go from piercing your nipple to piercing your penis???? He was going to get a Prince Albert, which pierces the shaft, but he just pierced the skin underneath....no big deal. he walked out like, "It didn't even hurt you guys!!!" His wife didn't want his nipple pierced but told him to do his penis instead. Hmmmm, wonder why....

I have to say, that Tabari rocks. She is so cool, and so friendly and nice. I would so want to be friends with her. And I recommend her highly to anyone wanting a tattoo. When Rae comes home around Spring Break, I'm finally getting mine...we'll see if I get called Champ or not! ;)