It’s me again!

 Yes I am back. I really don’t have a life anymore and now have time to post twice a day, or at least today I needed to post a second time or I would kill my husband the second he walks in the door! I know very long run on sentence. As all of you know I am in pain, I have posted of this the last few post. And I don’t use the word pain lightly folks. I usually have a high tolerance to pain. I had the last two kids naturally. I know big ‘effin deal, lots of women do it everyday. Well, the last one got stuck on my pelvic bone and the doc went elbow deep (my mom’s phrase, I did not look, I had no desire to look and see what was going on when the doc said and I quote’ “Oops, we have a small problem here.”). Even the nurses’ blessed my heart! Did I scream, hell yes, what women doesn’t when a doctor puts his ARM up her whoo whoo? Did I ask for pain meds, no, I was to busy wondering what the hell the “little” problem was and why these nurses were looking at me with such pity. Any way I got off track, let me get back on the right track….

OK, I have commented that my family has been “helpful”. My mom has been great, she came and cleaned up my kitchen the first day I was down because she knew it was driving me nuts, she cooked our supper 2 nights and offered to another one. She has listened to me whine, that is perhaps the most helpful thing she has done. My MIL has had “helpful” suggestions as to what I should do to ease my pain ( note she did not suggest not answering the phone when she called) and offered to come do anything I need help doing. I never have anything for her to do, because she would just fuss to everyone about how lazy I am and how she is having to do everything for me. She has now decided it is a virus of some sort because she just can’t go, her back and hip is killing her, but she has to keep dragging, because she can’t just lay around she has to get things done and go to work. (BITCH) Little Miss has helped by keeping me hopping for her every need, of course she has wanted less and has actually asked her dad to do somethings for her. SIL has carried Little Miss to school every day. Hubby’s cousin has brought her home every day.

And Hubby, dear sweet hubby, he did wash clothes one day and clean the house, somewhat, one day. And he cooked supper one night. Oh and he puts up any left over food, we may have to eat it again and he doesn’t want it to ruin. And he makes TEA, he bitches about having to but he makes it. But does he wash dishes, load the dishwasher, unload the dishwasher or wipe down the counters? NO!!! He leaves it for me, of course he always fusses at me for doing them, you know he was going to do that when he got home. It wouldn’t be so bad, but as I have mentioned I am in PAIN!

The reason for this post, I have posted almost daily about him leaving the dishes and litter box for me. Well he cleaned out the fridge of all food that was going bad. Not a bad thing considering The Boy thinks if it is in the fridge he can eat it, even if it is green. BUT, he left all the bowls sitting in the sink. Guess who got to stand there and wash each and everyone. That’s right ME! He left a cereal bowl sitting on the counter and it stuck. Somebody must have spilled milk on the bottom of the bowl and it turned to glue. I damn near ripped the counter top off when I tried to pick it up.

The dogs are helping too. One of them, I don’t know which one, is helping by cleaning the shit out of the litter box. Not all of it, mind you, apparently just the tasty bits. I am left with the rest to scoop daily, hubby can’t stomach doing it, but he can bitch about the smell of the litter box. Of course he will bitch about the smell if I just changed the litter and nobody has used it. He just hates the litter box, I am thinking better than the floor or your shoe, but hey, if you prefer…..

I love my husband, he’s the best one I’ve got. Yes he is the only one I have or ever had. I look at some of the men I could have married and I thank my lucky stars that I chose him. But he pisses me off to no end when I am down. He helps, but then he bitches every step of the way. Last night I “had” to go with him to clean the office, then he told me to sit down and get out of his way, I was slowing him down! I could have stayed home and laid around or cleaned the kitchen, but no, I had to go and be miserable the whole time. I don’t know why. I cleaned a bathroom, took me 20 minutes. Its a sink and a commode, people! I sat at a desk and dusted it. I could not lay down when I got to hurting to bad, I couldn’t get comfortable in the car. I was miserable when I got home.

 He always starts out strong and grows tired quickly. I guess he can’t handle part of my workload. I have not asked him to do half of the things I do on any given day. Hell, I don’t ask him to do anything, he does what he thinks should be done and then he bitches. He thinks I should stay down for a day, maybe two, then be up and going at 100% the next day. I have about had my fill of his bitching and complaining.

This is why I blog, to bitch to someone, anyone who is not him. For when I bitch to him, he generally tries to fix it and if he can not fix it, he tells me to get over it or that I should be used to it by now. Now that doesn’t help me one bit! It usually just pisses me off more. So now I have that out of my system and my MIL came over to “visit” and get on my nerves, maybe now I can take that nap that the pills so want me to take. I posted this morning, read some, got dressed, read some more, cleaned the litter box, read some more, cleaned the kitchen, got pissed, now I am posting this and I should take a nap, I may read some more. But at least I feel somewhat better, the urge to strangle dear hubby has mostly passed. Thanks for listening. As Always….

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!

Crazy teacher!

OK, not Little Miss’ teacher. Or teachers in general, I don’t want to get jumped. But some teachers need to get a grip. My niece, Bug, is in the 11th grade and her teacher  has gave them a research paper to do. This research paper will be 2/3 of her 3rd 9 weeks grade and 3/4 of her 4th 9 weeks grade. It counts for 700 points and they will be graded on each step (bib cards (6-8 handed in and no less than 4 more added before the paper is turned in, numbered and in some certain way, by some $20. book they were required to buy), rough outline ( no less than 3 roman numerals and 3 sub topics), final outline, rough draft, final draft, etc.) along the way. They will be given a day a week to work on it in class and the rest will be done at home. A little early, I think, you usually get the BIG research paper in your Senior year, but whatever. She handed out a details sheet on a Friday at the end of class and said she would answer any questions in class, then she was out of school the next week. So come the following Monday, she was bombarded with questions from every student. No one knew what they were suppose to do. I wish I had the actual letter, I am not an idiot but it was really confusing. She assigned each student with an author, they were to find 4 short stories or poems by the author, then write a short summery of 2 of them. From those 2 summaries she would assign each student 1 of them to do their research paper on. Of course, she wasn’t there and the sub told them to pick 4 poems or stories by the author and write a summery on 2 of them. Most students picked poems, not knowing that they would have to write a research paper on them. I, like the students, thought the research paper would be on the author, this was just a way to get you familiar with the author’s work. Boy were we wrong!

In her little letter she states there is no excuse for not completing your work and handing it in on time. There will be no extensions for any reason. If you are sick, you will make arrangements to have your work brought to the teacher by 3:00 the day it is due or it will not be graded. A death in the family, illness either yours or a family members, accidents either in a car or at home, or hospitalization, yours or a family member, will not be accepted. I asked my niece if she died would we have to make arrangements to get her work to the teacher. She assumed we would, lest she fail the course because of death.

Bug was given O Henry’ s Witches Loaves. She rounded up 2 books, I found an Internet source and she was going to the library to get information from reference books. She had to have 6-8 bib cards turned in by Feb. 1. I worked on it Monday afternoon, writing down anything, from the 2 books she brought me, that might be helpful. No one was having any luck getting info on the poems or stories they had so she backed down and said you could include info on the author, but the poem or story had to be mentioned. That helped. Well, unbeknowest to me, the teacher realized 4 students had O Henry and she only wanted 2 students per author. I don’t know how she missed this, she assigns the authors to the students, her screw up, right? She assigns Bug with a different author Joe Gofuckyourself or somebody. I had never heard of him, Bug had never heard of him, and the Liberian had to look him up. Bug couldn’t find anything on him or his story. Big time author, I guess. Bug told the teacher on Tuesday, she couldn’t find anything on him. The teacher insisted she was lying! Then the teacher went to the library, I can only guess to show Bug that you could find a lot on this man. She couldn’t find one damn sentence on him. So she assigns her another author. This is the 29th. Her bib cards are still due on the 1st. Her teacher’s screw up is no excuse for turning in her work late.

I don’t even know who the new author is. Her mom, my SIL, was afraid to ask her. She has been a bit ill lately. She has her ACT test the 9th of Feb, after school work and this research paper and the stress is getting to her. I told SIL that I would help Bug all I could, I just didn’t know how much help I would be since some of the work must be done in class and it has to be in her handwriting. Anything typed will not be graded. So, I can’t just do it for her.

Bug is suppose to come this weekend for me to help her with her paper and her ACT. She registered and paid for online study test and has been unable to get the test online. Of course they couldn’t figure out how to get her registered either and I had no problem. It took almost an hour to get through all of the questions but I was able to do it. SIL gets frustrated easily and doesn’t have the patients to try and figuere things out on the computer.

I don’t care to help but every time they have something come up, they call me. And most of the time it is due NOW. If anything goes wrong, they run to me. I am a doctor, vet, accountant, computer tech, psychologist, florist, baker, cook, gardener, I am a Jack of all trades apparently. Cat gets sick, call me. BIL needs stitches taken out, call me. Need your taxes figured, call me. Computer goes down, call me. Having a nervous breakdown, call me. Need a flower arrangement for a reception table, call me. Need a cake made, call me. Need Baked Beans for a rehearsal dinner, call me. Flowers and trees dying in the flower garden, call me. They will tell you I am the smartest person they know. Bless their hearts, they only know idiots then! I dropped out of school in the 9th/10th grade. (I missed too many days to go into the 10th grade, but I had passed all the 9th grade courses and was taking 10th grade classes, so I really don’t know what year I quit in.) I regret time to time that I didn’t continue on and go onto college, but I had a baby at home and I wanted to raise him, then I got married at 17, and I didn’t have any interest in school. I have graduated a couple of times considering I did most of my SIL’s school work for her and I helped both the boys through school. More the second one than the first one. I home schooled the second boy. And I have done a good chunk of my nieces work up to this point. I am sure I could pass the GED but at 38, I really wonder why do it.  I know, I know so that I can say I did it. Well, I guess I will go and try to get the kitchen cleaned and lay down for a few minutes before My MIL realizes I am doing it and comes over to ruin my afternoon nap. As Always…..

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!

Nothing on TV except STUPID commercials!

As you know I have spent a good deal of time on the couch the last 6 days. I have nothing to do but watch TV and play the baby’s Nintendo DS. I happen to be stuck at the 2nd castle in world 6 and I have lost like a million lives and I am somewhat pissed that I can not get through this stupid part. So instead of throwing the thing against the wall and breaking it in to a million pieces, I lay it down and turn on the TV.

I have always turned the TV on first thing in the morning to catch up on a little local news, I rarely get a chance to actually watch it since this is the time I get Little Miss up and fight with her to get her ass in gear and get ready for school, lest she plans on attending school naked. But it is turned on and I half listen to what is being said. I pick up a few things here and there but never enough to actually carry on a conversation about current events. That is unless it is about Brittany, she is such a train wreck, it is hard to look away. Any who, I have found that there is nothing, and I mean nothing on TV during the day. I usually keep it on for noise and that is about all it is, NOISE.

I used to watch the soaps on CBS. I guess I could watch a few days and catch right up, I remember most of the characters and could figure out who the rest are. But I truly hate to get hooked again. At some point I plan on getting better and actually getting off my ass and doing something again, and if I get hooked again, I will never accomplish anything. Besides it would get into my blogging time. That leaves court shows. Now I do watch The People’s Court from time to time. And I have watched some of the others, Joe Brown, Judge Judy and the Lopez women. But it is always more or less the same lawsuit every time. This one is mad and the other one is mad and they end up in court. Somebody did something and everyone denies doing it.

And talk shows, I will not put them down, I used to watch some from time to time. But most are trying to be like Jerry Whats-his-name. With the fights and explosions. Now my husband likes to watch Jerry, he thinks its funny. Maury is always about who’s your daddy. Jerry is always about 2 women fighting over 1 skinny ass ugly boy. Rachel Ray, cooking. Oprah, well, I am sorry, I just don’t watch her. SORRY! I know many watch her religiously,I  just can’t. Montel Williams, I watch sometimes if Sylvia Brown is on, if not he has gotten into that who’s your daddy kind of show.

Old sitcoms, they have there place. It is what I end up watching.Becker, Spin City, Dharma and Greg, Kate and Allie, the Cosby Show, George Lopez and shit like that. Most are from the 80s to early 90s so I haven’t seen some in a while, but some I have seen a million times. How many times a day doesAndy Griffith come on? A hundred? You can find Andy almost anytime on some station. Of course it is getting to the point where I watch the same thing most all day. Some of the shows I remember the idea of the show but can’t remember the details, so I can watch and enjoy them. I like the Gilmore Girls. They are running the same shows I started watching for the 4th time now, I like them, I am not in love with them. I know the next scene before it comes back from commercial. Of course it is the same with alot of what I am watching.

And commercials! Do advertisers think that everyone is stupid? Or that housewives have a very low IQ? Or that we are so bored we will watch anything!?

Yes, the busty cartoon woman says this is the best insurance, I must get that insurance so that I too can be a cartoon!

And me and my hubby often sit a Sonic and act like complete fools. I will admit these are cute the first couple of times you see them but grow old quickly!

And Jarrad did a wonderful thing, he lost a lot of weight eating Subway. They just fail to mention, he walked something like 5 miles to the local Subway and then back home and he had no mayo or anything on his subs. He probably could have eaten a sub with everything and still lost weight seeing how he was walking like 10 miles a day! And the commercials are getting on my nerves. I’ll have a blubber butt with a side of thunder thighs and a large turkey neck. Can I get that without the low self esteem? No substitutions. Yeah, makes me want to walk on down to the local Subway and get a salad on wheat.

And does the fact that some country singer, model or actor says that they like something make you want to buy it? I think I will go on down and buy me a Ford Truck, whats- his- name likes them. At least I think it is Ford, could be a Chevy, I guess I better wait and see which one I have to buy. And all those models and actresses showing off their zits, I think I will buy all those cleaners and cosmetics that stop that from happening! Have you noticed the before and after photos? The before they are never smiling, they have no makeup on and look generally like they have been on a 2 day drunk. The after pictures, all smiles, perfect makeup, and well rested. I guess if you look good you can sleep, you don’t have to get drunk to look at yourself in the mirror!

There are so many stupid commercials now a days, I can’t remember them all. And when they get a good one, someone will gripe about it and they will quit running it. Remember the Spaghetti sauce one with the dog? It looked like the guy killed the dog, but it turns out that the dog just spilled the sauce on itself. PETA had a fit and you never see it anymore. Come on people it was funny and who hasn’t thought of killing the pet who is driving you crazy when you are trying to cook? That commercial did not make me want to kill an animal. I thought of that all on my own! I never did it and the commercial didn’t make me. And the commercial where the women is taking the taste test for some kind of drink and she likes it so much she runs, still blindfolded, into the door trying to get away with it. OK, it was stupid, but that was funny! I don’t know who fussed but you never see it anymore.

As you can see I have been bored and I have been forced to watch morning shows, who only gripe about the Internet, did you know that it is a dangerous place to be. Not only can your identity be stolen, you can get addicted to the games online. This is a bad thing. And never let your children get online. Child predators are running rampant on there. I know that it is really a problem, but you should monitor where your kids go. There are some safe sites, not all of them are bad and they don’t have to be just PBSKids sites. Little Miss has a MySpace page, it has my info on it, but it is her friends and relatives and I set it to private and no one can get to it unless they are on her friends list. And she knows I have to approve her friends and I check her inbox. So no porn sites get through. She feels big and it is safe for her. I know that bad things happen to kids online and that they do get on to sites without your permission and you can’t watch them online all the time, but sometimes they make it sound like if kids get online, they will be abducted, raped and killed. I think there is a happy medium here. My 18 year old does surf the net in areas I prefer he don’t go, but he knows not to give out any personal info and not to meet with anyone he met online. Sometimes you just have to trust your child and look over their shoulder from time to time. I go to The Boys MySpace page and read all of the comments left for him, I learned a few things there. Things I already suspected, but that confirmed it.

Well I guess I have rambled on long enough. What is the worst commercial you have seen? Which ones get on your nerves the most? Which ones are your favorites? Let me know, I may post the winners in a future post. As Always….

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!

I just have to gripe.

I had a post all figured out, how there is nothing to watch on TV and some of the stupid commercials I have been forced to watch. I had it all planned, then my asshole inconsiderate jerkhusband pissed me offhurt my feelings and now I must write about him and get some shit off my chest before I explode! I have a little back story to help you to understand how come I feel like he should understand what I am going through.

In January 1999, my gracefulhusband stepped out of his truck, 18 wheeler, and stepped into a hole in a parking lot up to about his knee, blowing out 2 disks in his back. He was 2 hours from home and it took him about 6 hours to get home. When he got home he laid down in the floor which is where he pretty much stayed for the next 3 months. I got him in and out of the floor, I gave him showers, I changed his underwear, clothes, I brought him bottles to piss in when he couldn’t get up and get to the bathroom. I held these bottles for what seemed like hours waiting for his damn shy bladder to finally explode, I brought him all of his food and drinks. I never left the house, well once a day I did, somebody had to go get cigarettes or we would have killed each other. I did not leave him alone, I left him in the capable hands of The Boy. I was pregnant at the time, which made all this much harder. In April, 1999, he had his 1st back surgery. I got a twin bed and set it up in the living room, so he could be in the bed without being left by himself in the bedroom. I slept on the couch every night, in case he needed something. This surgery helped for 3 days. He coughed and blew the same 2 disks out again. So he was back to the same pain if not worse. In August 1999, he had his 2nd surgery, this one lasted until he got in the recovery room, another cough and it all went again. In April 2000, he had his 3rd surgery. It helped some but he was still in pain most every day. So for 1 year I took care of his every need, delivered a baby, dealt with him and a colicky baby, talked to every bill collector. Over the next year we lost everything we had, had to file bankruptcy, moved in with my parents, filed for disability, found a place for us to rent and still having to take care of him and the baby and both the boys, who by the way were no help, unless complaining is helpful. If he needed it, I did it! He did finally get well enough to go back to work and I still took care of him most days. If he went down in his back, I was there. And he went down quite often. He had always been independent and didn’t want any help, but he had to let me do for him, he had no choice. In 2007, he went down again and after a few months he had his 4th and hopefully last back surgery. He had all of the hardware taken out of his back. We found out 2 of the screws in his back had broke and that it was allowing the rods to move, which was causing his pain. He has only had a few days of pain since. Usually when he does something stupid without thinking.

He has been helpful, he says he knows what I am going through. I wrote about how helpful he has been. I appreciate everything he has done. Now my complaints…….

1. Last night after he got home from work, he took the boy to a friends house, he would be right back. It took him 2 hours to get back. Come to find out, he went to a friends house to visit.

2. When he got home, his cousin came over, he sat outside for 2 hours. I got up and put on supper, just hamburgers and hotdogs, he came in and said, I was going to put that on when I came in. Apparently after we all starved to death.

3. He made tea. We all drink tea, there is 4 of us. He complained that we had drank a gallon of tea and he was tired of making tea and he would not be making another gallon for a couple of days and we would just have to drink water if we sucked the tea down to quick.  He  informs me, ” Look the faucet turns on and cold water comes out and you can drink it.”

4. He complained that he had just cleaned the house and it was a mess, almost like he never touched it. He wouldn’t be cleaning house again until the weekend, if then. For the record, I cleaned the kitchen from the night befores supper  ( unloading and loading and unloading the dishwasher again) and I picked up off the tables, made the bed and changed the litter box yesterday.

5. He pointed out that I went down for a month 2 years ago and the doctor found nothing. I know this, I didn’t want to go to the doctor that time either, but it was either that or listen to him fuss and cuss.

6. He put up the leftover hamburgers and hot dogs and the ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise. I mentioned I guess I would clean up the kitchen, I was told and I quote, “I will get it in a minute, I want to watch the end of Two and a Half Men.” I cleaned up the kitchen this morning.

7. He keeps telling me,” You have to get better, I am tired of cooking and cleaning. And next week your visitor is due and I would like to get some before that.”

8. I am tired of hearing, ” I am tired, I am ready to go to bed. Think you can get up and do something if it can’t wait til tomorrow when I get home.” In other words if the baby needs a drink or anything, think you can haul your ass off the couch and do it.

9. He complains if I ask him to do anything, he does it, but he complains the whole time. He complains if I do it for myself, I would have done that if you would have asked. Can’t help someone that won’t ask for help.

10. Little Miss wants all of the time, I am tired of getting for her all the time, she doesn’t have to eat and drink all the time.

My “responses” and what I am thinking…….

1. ” I am glad you got to see Wes, its been what a year since you’ve seen him.” Funny how the last 20 times he saw him on the road it had also been a year since he had seen him and he didn’t have that incredible urge to go visit with him.

2. ” Slim is a silly duck isn’t he, I still don’t know why he won’t come in the house.” It could have something to do with the fact, he never lets him get to the door before jumping up and going outside to see him.

3. ” We usually have coke for the kids to drink and that helps some.” If someone wouldn’t forget to get the damn coke when he goes to the store every night, he wouldn’t have to make tea but every day and a half. And welcome to my world asshole!

4. ” I know it seems like gnomes come in every night and make a mess.” Again welcome to my world ASS! The gnomes don’t come in and clean daily! That would be me!!!!!

5. “It is rather aggravating to go to the doctor and not find out why you are hurting.” Well, fucking forgive me that the doctors are asses and if it is not a ruptured disk, they don’t look any further to find out the cause. Because we all know that the only cause of back pain and weak legs is ruptured disks and if the disks are not ruptured then you must be just  searching for pain pill!

6. ” Don’t worry about it, I can get it I guess.” I would still be waiting for the minute to be up, had I not cleaned it up myself!

7. ” I know.” Yes let me take a pain pill so you can get some. I guess that the gnomes come pleasure me while he is at work. That would have to be the only reason why he is not getting anything! It couldn’t have a thing to do with my pain!

8.” Go to bed, I can handle whatever comes up.” Lord knows if he has to do anything he is going to bitch about it!!

9. ” Sorry, I hate to ask for help.” You will bitch regardless, and I figure it is better to do it myself than wait for a “minute”.

10. ” I know.” Wait you mean, she wants? Well I never knew that! She is just an angel for me! She NEVER wants a thing when I am responsible for her wants and needs!

 Everything is so much harder for him! I just don’t know how he is going to make it! His mother, feels for him, working all day and then having to come home and tend to me, the house and Little Miss. She just doesn’t know how long he can keep it up! WTF!! I have been doing it for 20+ years. I don’t work outside of the home, but I work all day still the same. The last time I went down, I managed to do the cleaning, washing and cooking and everything else. It took me a lot longer but I did it. I guess I will do it this time too. Why are men such whiny assholes? He isn’t even doing what I do every day. He is just doing the must be dones and he isn’t even doing all of that.

Sorry, I had to get that off my chest! I know I sound ungrateful, I’m not. I do appreciate everything he has done. I could do without his griping to me and making me feel bad for being in pain. He makes me feel like I am faking in effort to get attention and so that I can lay around the house and do nothing. I could do without the attention I am getting. And I haven’t exactly been laying around the house and doing nothing. I haven’t done as much as I usually do, but I am still doing. I tended to him for over a year, and after less than a week he has had enough! You would think he could last longer than that!

I guess I best be going, I am going to take something and lay down while it is peaceful around here. MIL should be showing up and offering her helpful advice anytime. No wait, her radar only goes off when I am a gnat’s ass away from going to sleep, then she comes banging on the door and scares the shit out of me. Nothing helps a back more than jerking around and stiffening up. My mom may come by today, she had chicken out for our supper last night and I told her we had hamburgers and hot dogs out, so I guess she will make supper tonight. She is an angel! She would take care of me. Hubby has attempted many times to give me back and momma said she’d take me. Thanks for listening to my grumblings! As Always

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!!!!

Still Alive and giving thanks!

I am still mostly down, thinking about going to the doctor. I am almost out of all meds I had left from other injuries. If I don’t go to the doctor I may have to visit the corner “doctor”. I am just kidding, I would never do that. My family surely has some meds I could borrow. HAHAHAHA!!!

Well I have had some help around the house this weekend in the form of my husband. He has truly tried to help me, I may never get the house back in order, but I am not complaining. He brought home McDonald’s Friday night and even brought it to me on the couch, I didn’t have to move a muscle to get my food. Saturday, he decided he would do the washing and cleaning for me. The clothes mostly went in the right piles, he attempted to fold the clothes and put them up. Were any clothes ruined? NO. Will the clothes in the drawers be wrinkled? Probably. Are the clothes where they are suppose to be? Not really. Can I find them? Pretty Much. Is there still a load of clothes in the dryer? Yes. Do I care? NO. He heated up leftovers in the microwave for supper. Was it warm all the way through? No. Did it fill my stomach? Yes. Little  Miss came home and cleaned up the dishes. Did she scrape the food off before rinsing? No, but she put them in the dishwasher. Is there food in my sink? Yes, I don’t care. My wonderful husband cooked supper last night. What did we have you ask. We had sausage, biscuits and scrambled eggs. It tasted so good. Did he clean the kitchen? No, did he unload the dishwasher? No, why do you think he didn’t clean the kitchen. Could you see the counters? No.

I am thankful for all the help he gave me. He refused to change the litter box, did that this morning, took about 20 minutes to get out of the floor, but I got it done. I couldn’t stand the kitchen anymore. I cleaned it too. Took me a while, but I managed to unload the dishwasher and load it back up and turn it back on. I have tried to get some things done this morning. I will not complain, I love my husband and he tried so hard and I appreciate everything he has done. OK I could do without the guilt trips and sarcastic remarks, but all and all he has been very helpful

He doesn’t know how crazy it makes me when he says things like, “You have got to get better, I can’t take this cleaning and washing anymore.”, ” I worked my ass off and you can’t tell I did a thing.”, I refuse to do anymore if y’all don’t stop messing up my clean house.”, and the worst one, ” It’s not a Momma clean, but you will just have to be happy with it or do it yourself!” You see a momma clean is the worst punishment a child in this household can get. Tell them to clean their rooms, you will get grumbling, but they will get up and do it. Tell them it must be a momma clean and that will send them into a hissy fit as of yet to be witnessed by any mere mortal!!!! These hissy fits can last for days!!! Its my OCD personality coming out. I like things to be just so so. I’m not talking about pillows in the exact same spot on both ends of the couch, measured to make sure they are perfect. But I do want certain pillows on each end and certain ones in the middle. I want my pots and pans in a certain spot on a certain shelf. It just makes it easier for me to find them. I like drawers in the dresser to be CLOSED! And yes, work shirts in one place, house shirts in one place, and going somewhere shirts in another. Types of underwear together, jammies together. I know I am somewhat picky. I have resisted the urge to go behind him and refold underwear. For 20+ years I have folded his underwear the same way, why can’t he fold them that way? It has drove me crazy, but I am so grateful that he helped me out this weekend, I will never say a word. It sounds like I am complaining, I’m not. He has hurt my feelings a few times this weekend, he didn’t mean to or maybe he did, I don’t know. Just the little things like, “No, don’t get up, I can let the dogs in, I wouldn’t want you to have to do anything.”  He is a bit passive aggressive I guess. He is insisting that I go to the doctor. If I was hurting as bad as I say  I am, I would go. I was down for a month, 2 years ago and I went to the doctor. He made me feel like I was some druggie trying to score pain medicine! I had 3 slightly herniated disk, nothing that would cause me to be down for a month and certainly nothing to cause the pain I claim to be in. I claim to be in, that just pissed me off. I was in pain, I generally have a high threshold for pain, something wasn’t right and I was hurting, and he was just treating me like there wasn’t anything wrong. I guess I wasn’t in need of surgery and he didn’t have time for me. I just hate to go and be treated like that again. I did just make me an appointment, first available appointment, February 5th. Oh well, I did what I could, now maybe people will get off my back. I am having enough problems without everyone riding me.

I guess I have bitched enough. I am sticking to mainly muscle relaxers, I am down to 2 pain pills and I am trying to save them for when I can truly stand it no more. The muscle relaxers make me pretty sleepy and I need a nap right now and I want to try to get in a few blogs before I lay down. As Always…..

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!! (and I am loving my comments folks! Keep them coming!)

My Booger

 I recently posted pictures of all my critters and had to post an older picture of our Booger. He has been around lately and I was able to get a recent picture of him. People he is sitting on a chaise lounge, I said he was big. Hope you enjoy this picture, its not the best picture of his face but I wanted to show you his size, about 20 pounds I would say. Gotta Go!

Well, I am here….

I am mobile, barely, but mobile. Thanks for the love.

I had the chance to surf around my favorites for a few minutes yesterday and I wanted to congratulate Sarcastic Mom and Mrs. Fussypants on the nominations for the bloggies.  http://2008.bloggies.com/.  Go over there and show them the love they deserve and vote for them! They are up for the same award, but I have heard, sssshhhhh, if you have 2 email accounts, as a lot of us do, you can vote for both of them. sssshhhhh!!! You didn’t hear that from me.

I would like to send out some Thanks for the help I have gotten, they don’t read this but others will know that they have helped me. My SIL took Little Miss to school yesterday and today, the other SIL brought her home yesterday, my MIL brought me a BBQ sandwich for lunch yesterday, my wonderful mother not only came and unloaded my dishwasher, she filled it with the dishes from the night before and made our supper last night. My mom is the best cook. And my darlin’ husband, he made tea and tended to Little Miss most of the evening. Just getting her drinks every few minutes helped out tremendously! But mostly they all just let me lay and when I tried to get up for something, they asked what I wanted and got it for me. I know when you have back problems, you should move, but it just hurts too bad right now. I have a new thing, I get muscle spasms in both of my legs when I get up and walk. I can find relief laying on my side, that is until my hip goes into spasms, then I must move. Usually to my back, when that gets uncomfortable I hobble around the house for a few minutes. I am on the phone with MIL and she is pissing me off! I have been laying on a heat pad and it helps some, not much. Ice kills me! I have tried it time and time again and it always makes me hurt worse. I have laid on it until my skin goes numb, and I will hurt worse until my skin warms up. MIL keeps pushing ice, no matter what I say. Now, as always, she is claiming to have heard on TV that heat is bad for it, you must use ice. It is the only thing to help with inflammation. You must stay on it through the pain then it will go numb and the pain will leave. Bullshit! I have had back problems off and on for the last 20+ years and have learned what to do. Ice never helped me. She always has a “helpful” suggestion and when you don’t try it or it doesn’t help, suddenly some expert has been on TV or someone she knows “tells” it and so it must be true and helpful. I have learned to just let her rattle on and say, “Oh.” “Really.” and ” You don’t say.” But my nerves are stretched to the limit right now and she is driving me crazy. Now I have that off my chest, thanks for listening. Hubby just called I am now BANNED to the couch. How sweet, he doesn’t want me to get up unless I have to go to the bathroom. I guess I don’t need to eat or drink. My the phone is busy this morning. All my well wishers. Its not the first time I have been down, they must love me.

I guess I will work on my niece’s research paper. Her junior year and she is required to do a research paper that will be 2/3 of her 3rd 9 weeks grade and 3/4 of her 4th 9 weeks grade. It counts as 700 points with grades for each step of the paper. The teacher gave them the author they must use then gave them 4 short stories or poems to choose from to do their paper on. Miss Thing got O Henry and the story “Witches Loaves”. She can’t find much info on either, so it should be fun. Her Bib cards are due on the 1st, she has to have 6-8, she has 2 books, and 1 from the Internet. I don’t care to help, but the teacher is crazy, 1500 word research paper on a story that is not much longer than that. And the word an, and, and the do not count. So I guess I have my work cut out for me. Years ago, my younger SIL won awards for essays I wrote for her. One was on breast cancer and one was on Robert E Lee. I used to be a good writer. I mean an award for the Daughters of the American Revolutions and the Breast Cancer Society of Alabama. Somewhere along the way I lost my ability for good writing. Well I must go, Lortab kicking in and I must lay down. As Always…..

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANK YOU FOR VISITING!!!!!! ( I am so excited I received comments!!! And from some of my favs!!!!)

AGONY!!!!!

I am in agony,I say, AG-GO-KNEE!!!!!!

Yesterday was a good day, I took Little Miss to school, stopped by my mom’s to visit for a few minutes and was enjoying myself so much I decided to stay until time to get Little Miss from school. I was late picking her up, but only by a few minutes. I enjoyed my visit, we laughed and talked all day. I got home and spent some time playing Mario with Little Miss and we had fun. I fixed leftovers for dinner and thought what a great day. Visit with mom, no major fights with Little Miss, an easy supper. What could be better? I had to go and clean the office but hey, Hubby would be there and we always cut up while cleaning, so….

Almost through with cleaning and I bent over to rinse out the tub hubby uses to fill the mop bucket and it happened….

I threw out my back! I wish I could throw away my back. I got shooting pains down my legs, both of them, I got spasms across my lower back. I couldn’t straighten up. I yelled for my wonderful husband, was he sympathetic? Why Hell NO!! He was  somewhat upset that we had not finished cleaning before it happened. I told him I only had a little dusting and a few garbage cans to empty, I could do that, I thought. I might be slow but I could do that. He told me to sit down. I told him if I sat down, I would still be there when the boss-man showed up in the morning. I, we managed to finish cleaning and started home. Thirty minutes of pure torture. When will the state of Alabama fix all of the freakin potholes on th interstate and highways between the office and home? And did my wonderful husband try to miss one of them? Of course not. I went straight to the couch and onto the heat pad. A Lortab from a previous injury and a muscle relaxer from a previous injury and I was able to get a couple of hours of broke up sleep last night.

I wanted to post today considering I didn’t yesterday, I had a post idea, and without further ado, here it is.

I have been reading a lot of MeMes lately and most of them ask why did you start, who was your 1st blog to read, who are your favorites and who is your inspiration? And though I haven’t been invited to do this  and I don’t intend to really do it, it got me to thinking.

I got an email from my dad and it was a very humorous Ebay ad for a lot of Pokemon cards. You know what I am talking about. I read it and wet myself from laughing so hard! I read the comments and noticed that she had a blog, http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/ , I had never had an interest in reading a blog before, they were for tech geeks and I was sure it would be of no interest to me. But this one I really wanted to read. At least for that day anyway, I would never get hooked on something that was in my opinion a waste of good time. Just how entertaining could it be to read about someones life I had never met or heard of? Well I couldn’t figure out how to read her blog without being registered on Blogspot, I didn’t have anything pressing going on and I wouldn’t have to write anything so what the hell. I read and I laughed. I thought this could be something I could do. Not to her standards but I could get a few gripes off my chest and complain about my family. Maybe it would make me feel better to get things on the “airwaves” and nobody would read it anyway so what did I have to lose?

So on August 30th last year I wrote this post http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-getting-started.html . It was long and boring. Just some info on me and why I decided to start writing. Then on August 31st I posted again,and I got a comment! Le Binky Bitch! It was such a rush, I got my email and it told me someone had read my shit! And thought enough to comment! I was psyched! I had enjoyed putting my rants on the computer and now I had my very first comment. I could grow to love this!

I had in honesty left a comment for her and I know she was just being polite by checking me out and leaving me a comment. I believe it was  this one http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/08/29/forget-dantes-circles-of-hell/ I still laugh when I read it. I have had to do a little research to find it. She was so helpful. I believe I  emailed her and told her how much I enjoyed her blog and gushed on for a few minutes before asking for advice on all this stuff. She actually emailed back with so many helpful hints. I took her advice and have gotten oh 400 hits on my site. This from what I thought would be a complete waste of time and no one would ever read.

My third read was, http://inthebowl.blogspot.com/ , I love Blue Momma. I now have 31 feeds on my Blogline account. I follow  more than that at times. I read comments and check out others. I have found so many wonderful people out there in “BlogWorld”.. I never knew that there were so many others out there that thought the same way as me. I have posted before about the bloggers I am grateful for see here http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-am-thankful-for.html . I would like to add a few…

http://queenofshake-shake.blogspot.com/ - I have no idea why she wasn’t listed the first time, maybe I had just started reading and wanted to make sure she was a must see.

http://theredneckmommy.com/ - Oh I recently found her and I honestly need a Depends to read her.

http://www.devilishsouthernbelle.net/blog/ - Another somewhat recent find, I do enjoy her honesty. She is a fantastic writer.

http://rimarama.blogspot.com/ - She is just too funny!

So there you have a few of my must reads, there are more and I could link them, but then this would go on for pages.

So who inspires me to improve? All of the above. Every time I read them, I want to improve my blog, write better post, share more of me. I love these ladies! I do have my must-must reads. The ones I must read everyday or my day does not go right.

And I am going to link 2 pages  http://www.suburbanoblivion.com/2008/01/23/ and  http://www.suburbanoblivion.com/2008/01/24/shedding-a-little-light/  I want to say I have been reading her for a few weeks or maybe even months and I think she got a lot of comments she didn’t deserve. I have never seen an attack like she received. I think she deserves some apologies from a few people. Maybe they misunderstood her post, but to leave comments like the ones she received, that was wrong. If they had read her in the past, they knew she wouldn’t have been a cold hearted bitch and if they were new to her, they should have looked back and checked out whether she had been that way in the past. Do some research. I am all for free speech and speaking your mind, but remember before you speak, check your facts. You can not take back what you put out there. I hope she did not lose any readers because of  it. I know I will stick around. I have never had any problems with any of the bloggers I follow. They have been nothing but kind to me. They helped me learn how to get around and how to get a few followers for myself. I hope that in the future, that perhaps I can pass on the advice they have given me to other new bloggers. We all learn from trial and error, in my case more errors, but hey I am still learning.

I hope I have improved from that first post so many months ago and I hope I continue to improve in the future. I always welcome any suggestions I get. So let me have it! Any advice is welcome. From topics to layout. Just don’t say shorter. I am rather long winded. It has been a great ride so far and I have many new “friends” from it. Friends I will never meet, but feel closer to than many of my relatives. HAHAHAHA! I hope I gather many more. I am somewhat bashful in real life, I know hard to believe ain’t it, and I have problems making any true friends, but here, I feel like I am understood dispite my quirkiness. Let me know that your out there. I don’t bite! Or at least not hard. Gotta go, Lortab and muscle relaxer finally kicking in and I hope to get a few minutes of rest. As Always……

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!!!! And THANKS for visiting!!!!!!

Bad Mommy

What makes a good mommy? No serious, I apparently don’t know. At least according to my bratty irritating screaming wonderful little girl. She is without a doubt a handful. It started when she was born, 3 and 1/2 months of 12 hours a day colic, and she has only grown worse. I will admit it she is a brat! Her daddy made her that way. OK, I had a small hand in it. Sometimes it is easier to let her have her way than argue with her.

She is 8 going on 18. She has an attitude bigger than the great blue yonder! She is selfish, loud, hateful, and bossy. It must be her way or no way. Do not get me wrong, I LOVE my daughter. I don’t like her sometimes, but I always love her. I am that way with all of my kids to some extent. Sometimes I don’t like what they do or say but right, wrong, or indifferent I love them. 

We have had several rounds with Little Miss lately. Last Thursday, I tried to help her study her spelling words. I stress TRIED! She knew them, she needed NO help! I told her lets go over them ONCE and then we will be done, 5 minutes tops! After finally deciding that I would not be letting this go, she squirmed and twisted and played at the list. She missed 5 of 23 words. I attempted to go back over those 5 words, she claimed to have already done those and she would not be doing them again! I told her she missed them, let’s go over these one more time. She claimed I was an idiot and she had not missed any words! I lost it! I had attempted to keep it together and that was it! I told her FINE she had missed those words and when she missed them on the test, perhaps she could admit she should have studied. I went to the kitchen to clean up from supper. She literally threw herself in the floor and screamed about how I did not understand how she felt, I didn’t care if she missed those words and had to go through 3rd grade again. I was a BAD Mommy! I ignored her. It was hard, I wanted to go and yank her ass up out of the floor and tan her tail end, but I ignored her and her rant. When she calmed down and I had finished cleaning up the kitchen, I asked if she would like to go over her spelling. *pout* *pout* *whine* Yes. I start at the bottom, like always, and I am told, I was doing it wrong. The teacher starts with the yellow list, goes to the blue list and finishes with the green list, I had, like an idiot, started on the green list. OK, I start with the first word on the yellow list. I am doing it wrong again, I have to mix them up. I am ready to give up! It took us 30 minutes to go over 23 words! She fooled around, she twisted on the couch, she flipped into the floor, she “forgot” the words, if she could do it to drive me crazy, she did it. I remained calm, despite the fact if I got a hold of her I would have beat the hell out of her. I didn’t want to, I didn’t do it, but had I ever touched her, I believe that I would have just kept on until the police showed up! I was pissed!

Friday, she was moving out and moving in with Grandma. I’m thinking GREAT! She came into the lunchroom with an attitude! She was ready to go, stop talking, let’s go! I continued until I was done talking. She walked out of the lunchroom and informed me that she was tired of me making her wait, when she got out of school, she was ready to leave, not wait on me to talk. Had I been able to find ANYONE to talk to I would have talked for a couple of hours! Can you say passive aggressive? We got home, after a very quiet ride home and she started in on me, because she had put up her Nintendo power cord and I must have moved it because she couldn’t find it! And she needed it! She was in the middle of a level on Mario and the battery died and now she would never get through it and it was all my fault. HUH? I found the power cord, where I had no doubt hid it from her, under her bed! Well, why would YOU put it there? I guess I live to make her crazy.

Her brother, The Boy came in, he made the mistake of saying , “Hey Buddy!” She ripped him a new one! No one really knows how this one got started. She screamed, she yelled, she ranted. Then it happened, she hit him, he lost it. He grabbed her and twisted her around and smacked her on the tail. She deserved it. She lost it, she kicked, slapped, hit and yelled. He damn near coward in the corner. I yelled for her to get in her room. She stomped off and slammed her door. The Boy asked what the Hell was her problem. I told him I didn’t know. She calmed down and apologized to The Boy. She wanted to show me the snowflakes she had made at school. She made 4, she could only find 1. She started pouting, I told her they had probably fell in the floor at school, they would be found and put on the teacher’s desk and she could get them Tuesday when she went back. She lost it. They would not be found, they would be put in the garbage. She had worked so hard on them. I didn’t care. I was glad she didn’t have them, that I would just throw them in the garbage anyway. I was a bad mommy. I tried to be calm, I really did! But she had been ranting all evening! I screamed at her. I told her that if they were found, I was sure they would be put on the teacher’s desk, if they weren’t found, I was sorry. I had not dropped them in the floor, I had not thrown them away. I could not go back to the school and break in and find them. Screaming, pouting, and crying was not going to do any good. She would have to wait until Tuesday to find out if they were found or not. There was nothing I could do at this point and she was just going to have to get over it! That really set her off. She screamed and I screamed back. I know I am the adult, but this child would make a saint cuss like a sailor sometimes. I finally popped her butt and sent her to her room. The Boy went by and saw her putting everything in her dresser on a blanket, he asked what she was doing. She was moving in with Grandma, Grandma loved her. All we ever did was yell at her and hate her. No one in this house understands her. We don’t want her here and she doesn’t want to be here so she is moving in with Grandma and maybe we would be happy and stop yelling. He told her to put her stuff back in her dresser. She actually did it. He told her everyone loved her and if she moved we would miss her. He is pretty good for an 18 year old. She went to spend the night with Grandma without further incident.

Sunday night we had another round. One of the hellions had company which meant the youngest hellion would be staying somewhere for the night. Guess where he wanted to stay. That’s right here. Well Little Miss told him he would not be playing with her Nintendo, he would not lose her men and mess up her games. Little Hellion 2 said he wouldn’t stay then. MIL said they could both stay with her. Little Miss rather snottily said, she didn’t want to stay with her. I told Little Miss, I did not want to hear one word about being bored and wishing Hellion 2 had stayed with her or that she had stayed with Mammaw. She said fine, she didn’t want to have anything to do with Hellion 2 anyway. We no more than walked out of the door when the crying started. She wanted Hellion2 to stay with her, she was bored, she wanted to stay at Mammaw’s. I told her to hush! I had warned her. She threw a hissy, I sent her home to her room. She screamed all the way across the yard about how mean we were and how we don’t understand her. When Hellion 2 called and asked her to stay with him at Mammaw’s, she never asked if she could, she just packed and was out the door when SIL came to get her and take her to the video store.

She is spoiled, I know this. She is out of control, I know this. My dad claims she runs the house, she doesn’t. Sometimes it is just easier and safer to let her have her way. I have never and will never abuse any of my kids. From time to time they got or get their tail ends spanked. I know spank a child and teach them hitting is the answer for anger, blah,blah,blah. Scream and teach them to scream not talk out their problems, blah,blah,blah. Give them a time out and make them think about what they did. Never has worked in my house. (see this old post http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-articles-in-magizines.html toward the bottom it talks of time outs.) They think of how they can not get caught the next time, IF they think at all. Ground them, from what? TV, she has all but stopped watching TV except for at bedtime. Video games? She only plays them once it gets dark or if its raining outside. Going? OH come on… that’s my only break!

I don’t know what is wrong with her lately, she is getting worse. I have tried to talk to her. She just gets snotty and tells me to leave her alone. And yes I have pushed it, you know not leaving her alone. It just makes it worse. I have asked questions when she is not throwing a fit. She just gets snotty, and gives me short answers. Usually NOTHING! I have punished her for her behavior. Just makes her worse or does no good at all. What do you do with an out of control child? Is this a stage? Or is this how its going to be for all eternity? You think I am joking, I am at my wits end.

The Boy has given us our share of problems as of late ( see here http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2007/12/wrapping-biting-fighting-and-sex.html and here http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2007/12/brawl-that-wouldnt-end.html and here http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-sunday.html and here http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2008/01/update-on-boy.html ) and all of this from Little Miss could be her way of dealing with it or so I have been told. She is acting out to get your attention. She has gotten her share of attention lately and doesn’t need to act out to get  anymore. Same goes for the whole she sees him getting attention by doing wrong, so naturally she is going to try it too. I have even been told to try therapy for her. She is 8 people, I don’t think anything has happened to her that requires therapy. She hasn’t gone anywhere that I think she could have come across any harm, physically or emotionally.

Any advice? I could use some. What should I try? Anyone else have this problem? She constantly calls me a bad mommy, and I am starting to believe she may be on to something. I am at my wit’s end, I may lose it completely if it doesn’t start to improve around here. HELP!!! Need to go and accomplish something today. I think I will catch up on my reading.

I do want to thank everyone who has been visiting lately and leaving comments! You know I am a comment whore. I love getting my email and seeing that I have comments! Its a RUSH!!!! I still haven’t decided which way to go with blogspot and wordpress, I still have both and thus far it hasn’t been to hard to keep up with them. I just write, copy, paste and post. Fairly easy. Just when one seems to be winning for the visits, the other one picks up. So I guess for now I will keep them both. I still don’t have a ton of followers but a steady few and it keeps growing in small steps, so I guess I am fairly happy. Again thanks for visiting and keep leaving those comments you know I love them. As Always…….

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!!!!

Muffintops suck……

Ever have one of those days where you see something and think back to a time when you were growing up and it was so vivid you felt like you were back there. I had one of these times just this weekend.

I was born at the tail end of the 60s, 69 to be exact. Not a free sex girl. Not a flower child either, I was too young in the 70s to experience all of that. I was an 80s child. I came of age in the 80s. Tight jeans, button down collars, headbands, and BIG hair!

Saturday night as I was getting ready to get in the shower, I had my back turned to the mirror and still had my jeans on, curious to see if these jeans made my ass look good, I turned to look and was horrifiedsurprised at what I saw! I had back fat! A muffin top!  (this is NOT me, I just had to add a visual) And it went all the way around. I knew I had “baby” fat. In fact I appear to be several months pregnant, but I had never saw what had developed in the back. I guess the jeans just made it jump right out. I have always been proud of my ass! As a teenager, I had a perky ass and I was proud of it! My husband is a butt man, I assumed, apparently wrongly, that since he still whoo hooed me when I bent over that my tail end still looked good! Either his standards have gone down or he has lost his mind vision. Anywho, that got me to thinking.

In or around ‘84, at the ripe old age of 13 or 14, I decided I would have a pair of Jordache jeans. I got an allowance, $5. a week in my hot little hands! Dad refused to give $45. for a pair of jeans to cover my ass, Wranglers could do that and they were much cheaper. OK, I refused to wear Wranglers, I convinced my mom that they did not make a pair to fit me and she would go the extra bucks for Levis. But she could not get the extra 20 bucks or so past my dad, so I would have to get them myself. Of course this meant 10 weeks of not spending a dime! Not easy when your best friend is a fast food junkie and will not go by herself. And she gets a SS check from her dad’s death every month. She could not understand why I just didn’t go buy them or get my parents to. I don’t think she ever understood. My parents had money, my dad just wouldn’t let US spend it on unnecessary things. And a horse on my hipand Jordache across my ass,was not necessary! Or so he thought. So for 10 weeks I squirreled away my allowance. Never hungry when I was out, Never wanting that new T-shirt, Never needing that haircut. The longer the hair, the bigger the hair! Anyway, on Saturday I finally had my allowance all saved up. I went and bought my Jordache jeans, just the right fit! 14 slim in the little girls section, I was only 90 pounds if that much. I would have to lay on the bed to zip them up, but the pliers could stay on the headboard. They looked good and I looked good in them! It was worth the wait. I would not wear them to school the following week, I would wait to wear them on their maiden voyage on Friday night. Less than one week away. That gave me the entire week to iron the perfect crease in the legs. It was torture, there they hung in the closet, just waiting for me to jam my tail into them.

Friday finally came to my little world, I had gotten my report card that day, it had a C on it, mom was OK with it, dad wouldn’t be, but I would be gone before he got home, he was working on transfer and would not get home until 8 or 9, I would be gone. I would get one wonderful night out on the town, with my wonderful new Jordache jeans. I looked good. Dark blue, skin tight, don’t breathe and it will be fine brand new Jordache jeans, light blue button down collar shirt, freshly polished white Reebok hightops, hair that would hardly fit through a door with enough hairspray on it a bomb could not do it any harm. You get the picture. Just about 10 minutes before my best friend, who happened to be older and could drive, was to walk through the door, in walked my dad. He had took a half day of vacation, he was ready to get the weekend started. I’m thinking if he don’t see the report card on the table, I am home free. I actually talked to him to distract him from the mail. If he didn’t get to the mail before I left, he would not find the C on my report card and though I would receive a royal ass chewing the next day for leaving knowing that I had a C, It would be worth it! There just happened to be a hottie that I must see that night, you see I had inside info, I knew that the biggest slut bitch most popular girl in school happened to be going to the same parking lot we were going to and she had set her sights on him. And I could not allow that to happen! I mean he was HOT!!!! So talk to my dad I would! How was his week, how were his co workers, was KD on transfer with him, where was he staying? Anything to keep him talking, only 10 minutes, I could do that. I was too obvious, I showed interest in his life. He asked what I didn’t want him to find out before BF showed up. I squirmed, I couldn’t lie, not to dad, not when he would find out when he looked on the table. So I confessed. I hoped by being honest, I would be allowed to go just this one night. It was looking good, he told me he knew I could do better, he wanted to know if I had studied more if I could have gotten a better grade. I told him we had had 3 pop quizzes that 6 weeks and that everybodies grades had gone down. Pop Quizzes you can’t study for them. I was hopeful, he hadn’t blown a gasket yet, maybe, just maybe, he would go against everything I knew about this man and let me go out just tonight.

He talked for a good 10 minutes, I was praying the lecture would be it, BF would show up, he would say tonight only and I would be out the door before he could change his mind. It wasn’t to be. BF showed up and was told, she was welcome to stay home with me but I would not be going anywhere for 6 weeks and only then if I had pulled up my grades. She pleaded with him, not a good thing to do to a man with no heart! I almost feared that she would be grounded along side of me. So I never got to take my Jordache jeans on their maiden voyage in town. I wore them to school, where the hottie would not see them, while they still looked brand new. The slut bitch popular girl in school got the boy, for the time being anyway. I had my time with him later, I just wanted it before her. He wasn’t a great catch once you got passed his looks. I went out with him one night only, the next guy was better, the one after that, not so great, the next one…..The love of my life!

My life didn’t change because of these jeans, they didn’t make me a better person. I ended up marrying the man I was meant to be with and he wasn’t the hottie that I wanted to see. But I felt good in those jeans. I wish I still could wear those jeans and look that good again. It is not meant to be, I am sure. What 38 year old women needs to shop in the little girls department for her own clothes? But I would like to be a few sizes smaller.

I was just amazed that after all this time, I thought of that time in my life and wanted to call my dad and ask him why he was an ass that night. Why couldn’t he have let me go out. I mean it was a C for goodness sakes. And in Social Studies! Not a subject that would mean the difference between a job and a life of crime. He was always hard on us, but I had hoped that he could see that this was an important night in my young life and let me go. It was not life and death, but important to a teenager. Remember this when you decide to break your teenagers heart. Is that grade really that important? Or could the possibility of finding true love or atleast thinking that it could be true love be more important. I have not thought of those jeans in ages, probably not since I outgrew them, but the sight of that muffin top brought it all back. Funny what you remember.

What do you remember? Bell bottoms, flowery shirts, Flashdance attire, punk, goth. When did you grow up? What is your favorite outfit, your worst nightmare. Mine, the clothes I wore in my 1st grade school picture. A God Awful pink polyester shirt with red anchors on it, with red polyester pants and brown hush puppies. Funny how I remember that too, the picture only shows the shirt, the memories show the rest. I believe that my grandma, bless her soul, made this outfit for me. I know that it was the style then, but I still get hives thinking of all the clothes I wore growing up. Guess I should go and wash clothes or I may be back in that pink shirt. OK, maybe not, but I will be in the awful, only wear them around the house clothes if I don’t wash. As Always…….

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!!!