Should’ve just stayed in the bed!

Ever had one of those days? Well, that was my weekend. A few days of where everything I did went wrong and everything I touched turned to shit! No Gold for me, Midas, just the shit!

Not an overly busy weekend, but as always Monday is weekend update with me. So the best place to start is with Friday, no need to do a lot of skipping around. I am too old to do much skipping! heh!

Friday I got up and found a note from Little Miss, she was outside with mammaw……She had been up since 5am. Seems dad told her to get back in the bed, but failed to tell her to go back to sleep. So welcome to hell. She was ill a good bit of the day. The hellions were over at mammaw’s so I was able to toss her off over there. I know, it was wrong, but I did it before she could do it to me! I managed to watch them in the pool and not kill all of them. Seems I am not a whole lotta fun, so they didn’t stay in long. How much fun can you have when someone is watching your every move and knows what you are about to do and stops you.

Yes, Hellion#1, I know you are about to jump off the ladder. Yes, falling off the ladder is the same as jumping.

Hellion #2, the damn pool is 4 foot deep, no you can’t dive off the float!

Little Miss, if you throw that damn ball out of the pool again, I will throw it in the garbage. No wonder there is so much trash in the pool, you never clean off anything before throwing it back in.

They played a bit and fought a bit but I let them spend as much time together as possible. The hellions and MIL will be in Gulf Shores for the next week, so play while you can. Please get it out of your system Little Miss, for it will be just me next week.

After the Hellions left, Little Miss was ready to go to grandma’s, problem….Hubby drove my car. So when he gets home I run her right up there. My parents are down to 1 day of work and they can move in the new house. Now if they could get the man to do that one day of work. They have been waiting forevah!

Hubby was ill and said he was going to take a shower and we were going to town. Then he just sat there. I asked him if we were going to town. NO! OKKKKAAAAYYYY! Then he gets up and gets in the shower and bitches that I am not ready to go. WTF? We sniped at each other all evening. He bit my head off earlier, I had the nerve to ask him how he felt bad after he said he felt bad. I was wondering….headache, upset tummy, sore throat, you know….HOW. What I got was him screaming I don’t know I just feel bad, you feel bad all the time! Can’t  I get a day when I feel bad? OK, pissed me off.

Then I sat down to check my email. He wants to know if I am blogging. *Yeah, because I always blog when he is around.* I told him no, I was checking our mail. He commences to tell me how he is tired of my blogging and being on the computer all the time. Excuse me? I rarely get on the computer when he is here! That is why I am always behind on my reading, why I don’t do weekend posts,  don’t Plurk or Twit on the weekends. I told him I was tired of his bitching about it. My blogging and reading blogs was no different than him getting on EBay or his other sites. He shut up, no sense risking his computer time.

We finally get out the door, to go eat. He asked what I want to eat. A nice question but a question there is no answer to it. You see my husband eats fast food most of the week for lunch so he doesn’t want McDonald’s or Burger King or any kind of fast food. The steak houses around here are either packed or way outta range for my pocketbook. Same with the fish places. Anything I suggest usually gets a , “I don’t want that.” So what is the correct answer here? Apparently not, “I don’t know.” This sends him into a hissy about never having an answer. I explained how I always have my suggestions shot down. We end up at Captain D’s. Not the best food in town, these people can’t really cook and they are forever out of what you want, but who am I to bitch, I don’t have to cook.

Hubby’s mood improved, probably had something to do with having the house to ourselves and not wanting to screw that up. He goes to a little shop and spends about 50 bucks on things we don’t need. OK, maybe we wanted them but we did not need them. Way to save money, right? I tried not to get pissed but it is hard when he does stupid things! The rest of the night went fairly well.

Saturday, I should have gone back to bed! Hubby decides to work on laying block for his shop, I decide to weed my flower garden.

 

 OK, ignore the mess, it is why we are building said shop. To hide it! Not a good picture, I know, but the best I could get from the front.

This one is from the back, again, it is hard to get a picture of the area. But he is getting it done, SLOWLY!!!

This brings me to my flower garden.

See these little dudes? They are not doing their job! Unless growing weeds and tiny trees are their job! And besides he is an abusive little guy! Everyday I have to go out and stand her back up, I can only assume he is beating the hell out of her instead of tending my garden. I did happen to enjoy seeing this though….

My baby Crape Myrtle, it came from Mom’s. She can root almost anything. I just put it out this spring, so she is doing really well! I also loved seeing this….

The itty dogwood  I rooted! Now she has been at it longer, she came from a clipping, she was started last summer, but I just put her out this spring and she is thriving! And here is my newest addition…

A miniature Crape Myrtle. Isn’t she cute? Mom started her about 3 weeks ago and now she has a new home! Here is proof I should never let my husband handle anything…..

Don’t she look pitiful? He bent her and broke her. I hope she comes back!!! Right at this moment I can not think of the type of flower she is, but I will let you know if he killed it or not!

Now onto my arch enemy!! All super heroes have them and I created mine!

Dunt,dunt,dun……Mr. Turtle! I loved Mr. Turtle, I bought him at a little place that makes cement animals, I brought him home and lovingly painted him all pretty! I have kept him around for about 5 years now, his days may be numbered! You see, I reached across that rock, I so lovingly placed there for him to sit on, and pulled a weed and when I pulled my hand across to dispose of the weed, he attacked me!!! He fell onto my ankle! After I cussed him and threatened his very existence in my garden, I placed him back on that rock to think about what he had done! He must have felt guilty because he hasn’t moved since.

Onto Sunday…… Again I should have stayed in bed. As I helped hubby with his block laying, I was picking up a few broke blocks and feeding them to the walls and one was a bit big to fit in the wall so I dropped it on the slab and it took a funny little hop and this happened…..

It looked gnarly when it first happened! It looks much better now. Outside of a bit of burning and soreness, it is OK.

We went to clean the office and there was an Air Show going on in town, we didn’t go to it, but was able to see the planes from the office. Devilish Southern Belle has some great pictures of it, if you want to see them. Any way, we went past the Air Show about 10 minutes before there was a Micro burst and it killed one and injured 12. I know it could have been worse, but that is a scary thought. There was no warning.

And there was no warning when we went in to the Family Dollar to grab a few things and left our windows down and a sudden down pour happened! And of course we were parked FAR away!! So we both looked like drowned rats and then we went to the Piggly Wiggly to grab something for supper and we were soaked to the bone and froze half to death there! I do believe I should just carry an umbrella with me at all times!

Supper was pretty good though. We had really cheap steak! It’s the meat that says steak on it, but I really doubt it could be considered a steak. It’s not a Rib eye or T-bone, I am not really sure what it was, but it tasted pretty good. I threw it on the George Foreman. We also had baked potatoes and onion rings and fresh out of the garden corn on the cob. Not my garden, I don’t have that kind of garden, but somebody does and they gave it to my MIL and she gave it to me.

I also made Zucchini bread, my first attempt at it and it turned out pretty good if I do say so myself! I had a lot of comments while I was putting it together, but when they smelled it cooking they were drooling and wanting it to get done. Over half of the loaf is gone already. So I guess it did turn out pretty good. I tastes a lot like banana bread.

Easy E came by for a little while. He seemed to have something on his mind. He spent a good bit of time with The Boy and Little Miss, not so much me and hubby. And when he was with us, he seemed distracted. I asked him how it was going with saving money for a down payment on a house and he said things keep coming up. Wifey didn’t come with him, he said she wasn’t feeling up to visiting. Has me a bit worried, he is always so happy go lucky. I guess if he wants me to know he will tell me.

And how was your weekend? I guess I should go for now, I have washing and cleaning that must be done. The house looks like a tornado ripped through it and hubby claims he is out of clothes. I hope he wore clothes to work today. heh! He says he has a long day ahead of him. Cement out of the way but 6 loads to follow that. He will be bitchy tonight! I can’t say that I blame him though. So until next time…………..

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

 

In memory of the best ranter on Earth!

Unless you have been living under a rock somewhere you already know George Carlin has left us. HBO is running some of his concerts at night and I happened to catch a few one last night and thought to myself…….”Self, this man is one of the reasons I have days that I do random rants! I wish I could rant the way he does, but in my defense, he was at it longer than I have been!” So in honor of the man who lead me to my random rants, I give you a few rants to carry home with you and think about. As George once said, “I don’t have “pet peeves” I have psychotic, scary ass hates!”

What happened to a a little campaign from a few years ago, it went something like ,”BUY AMERICAN, KEEP AMERICANS IN JOBS!!!!” Then they went about quietly closing down American businesses! Run with my train of thought for a minute. If the campaign Buy American caused so many plants to shut down…..shouldn’t we then try a campaign like, ” BUY EVERYTHING FROM CHINA!! WHAT’S A LITTLE LEAD AMONGST FRIENDS!” If buy American can close down plants here, just maybe!!!!

What the hell is it with all of the recalls these days? We did not have these when I was growing up! I know this because if we did I would have been pissed! Think about it, if your parents took your favorite toy away, wouldn’t you be pissed? Are kids just more special now or do we just like our kids better than our parents liked us? 

Lead paint…..I grew up with lead paint around, I am sure of it. I bet most of you did too. I seem to be a rational, normal person……….. Wait forget I said that, I may not be rational or normal!

What happened to the days when you bought a toy because the kid screamed whined wanted it and you didn’t have to look for the age limits?! Are we a group of people who are too stupid to realize you don’t give a marble to a toddler? Small+toddler= stupid adult!

Can we no longer think for ourselves?  Does the government just KNOW we are too stupid? Or that possibly we just don’t care? George thought natural selection was a wonderful thing. Maybe stupid people shouldn’t have children! I realize there are plenty of highly intelligent people who want kids and can’t have them, my train of thought does not apply to you!!! *You know who you are, because you are smart enough to know I am not talking about you! If on the other hand you are questioning whether or not I am talking about you…….*

Politics, should I hit politics? OK just for a minute. I still think I should run for office! I make a lot of good points here! Now that you have been over there…..Do you still like me? I stand by every rant there! At some point I said I would run for president, so there is my political rant!

I won’t touch religion! I am one of those people who knows there is a God, knows he loves me, but fears pissing him off!!!! And other religions…….I don’t want to piss off any body’s God! I can’t afford to piss off Gods on a daily basis, I have enough problems!

I have seen a few articles on new art. I know it surprised me too! What happened to paintings where you know it is a cow in a field? You know the ones that you didn’t have to look at for hours to figure out what the hell it is! I know that kind has been around for years but I get this….

 But this gives me a headache!!….

 And when the hell did smearing shit on a piece a paper become art? Or welding a few pipes together together? I know different strokes for different folks! Just my opinion!

Why do kids look for loopholes in every rule? Don’t jump off the deck into the pool suddenly means climb onto the wall of the pool and jump from there! Or don’t rough house in the pool suddenly becomes they walked away for a minute, how rough can we get! And finally Don’t jump off the pool ladder, means you can stand on the ladder and fall forward!

And while I am on kids…..Why is it when you brag on a child they will immediately screw up? I bragged that Little Miss had actually turned off her TV and went to bed. Last night…..Let’s just say she found that loophole and because I didn’t physically go in and turn off the TV and tell her to sleep, the TV was on til 11 and it took me until almost 12 to realize I actually had to tell her to go to sleep, not just go to bed!!!

There really should be an age limit on having the last child! I could have handled Little Miss when I was 25, but now I am to damn old and tired to raise her! I just don’t have the energy to fight with her. The boys I could whip their ass and go on to whatever I wanted to do. If I whooped her ass, I would have to take a nap!

And what is it to others whether I whip my child or not? I can see if it were clearly abuse, but a smack to the ass never killed me! All this, it will teach them aggression bullshit gets on my nerves! They will learn that from the classroom bully in kindergarten! I had my ass whooped too many times to count, I am somewhat rational as an adult! I am not sitting in a tower with a Sniper’s rifle picking off people! Not yet anyway and if I end up there it will not be because my parent’s whooped my ass, it will be because someone pissed me off!! I am not saying beat your children! But for crying out loud, if the first thought in your mind is that kid would act better if someone whooped his ass, maybe he should have his ass whooped!

I say teach a kid respect for themselves, others and for their elders but teach them to take up for themselves!!! No I am not advocating teaching your child to kick ass if someone looks at them crooked. All I am saying is teach them to tell others who piss them off to kiss their ass! Well, not in those words but you get the picture. I don’t know how many times I have heard a parent say, I have got to talk to the teacher/principal because X,Y and Z won’t be nice to my little Suzy! She wants to be X,Y and Z’s friend, but they will not play with her. Well, maybe X,Y and Z know Suzy is a brat! Or maybe little angel Suzy is the bully! Parents have taught children to come whine to them at the drop of a hat. And parents are quick to jump to conclusions! Always and I say ALWAYS find out if your kid started it! There is nothing worse than bitching about something and finding out your kid was at fault!

I can honestly say, when Little Miss comes whining to me about someone being mean to her, the first question out of my mouth is, ” What did you do to them?” Hey, I know my kid is no angel! I am not blind to her ways! I do believe a child should tell a parent if it is big or ongoing, but just because little Bitsy won’t share her apple with little Suzy is not a reason to go ape shit crazy on the school! Maybe little Bitsy was hungry, maybe it was her breakfast, or just maybe little Suzy demanded it not asked for a wee bite!!!

On to another topic now that I have pissed off every parent in the world with an angel for a child!

Health insurance…… How is it they raise the rates but lower what they pay! We just got a rate increase and then got notice that there were a few changes, they would be paying less for services and the deductible will be going up. If I do less work do I get paid more? Why hell no! So why should they get better pay to do less? Just wondering.

There should be an IQ portion on the driver’s test! A few days ago I was sitting in my car, the idiot lady in the car ahead of me was painting her nails, the light turned green and I waited the customary split second before I gave her the get your head out of your ass and pay attention honk and do you know what she did? Did she go? Why hell no! She waved at me like I was some long lost fucking friend! It came as no surprise to me, though apparently it was a surprise to her, she damn near caused a wreck when she gassed it when the light went red! So see IQ test!!!

And just so this isn’t all doom and gloom…..I love Caller ID!!! I no longer have to lie to people on the phone! I can look at the Caller ID and think to myself, Nope not home! Where before I had to answer it and then say, No she isn’t here right now. Can I take a message? See what a wonderful invention! And how many of you actually write down a number when you know they won’t be called back? As in a bill collector calls and you lie and say you aren’t home, they ask you to take down a number and have you call them ASAP. Do you actually write down the number? I mean if you were going to talk to them, why lie and say you aren’t home!

Which leads me to this gripe. Caller ID! I can no longer not return a call and say I didn’t know you called because there it is right there on the Caller ID!!! How many times have you known someone called and told them the answering machine ate the message? Or that your child erased the messages before you heard them? Or that hey your kid/ husband is an ass and forgot to give you the message? Not anymore, not with the invention of Caller ID! Because unless you are one of those people who delete the calls as soon as they come in, there it is! And if you delete the calls as soon as they come in, you answered the damn phone so there is no need in calling them back! I have tried the battery must be dead and it didn’t pick it up, but Caller ID is on my phone, so how can I be using a phone that is dead? Damn its a wash, I have to lie less and to lie more! I am just screwed!

So had enough? I have more but Little Miss and the Hellions require my attention at the pool. See why the loophole rant? So as it is Friday, I will see you again on Monday. Have a great weekend! Until next time…..

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

 

 

 

An update and an award!!

As you remember from the last painfully long post, I went to the doctor. Well, after almost 3 years of crap and test, I may have a definite diagnosis!

This doctor believes I have an autonomic nervous system (ANS) disorder. The ANS controls all the things you do but don’t think about doing, confused? Yeah me too! So examples are…. breathing, heart rate, blood pressure, pupils dilating, goose bumps, moving the muscles, and digesting food, just to name a few.

There are quite a few of those disorders, but he mentioned Dysautonomia *yeah can’t say it either*. There are quite a few disorders in this class too. I know I didn’t inherit it and I know it’s not the one where you just pass out, I get dizzy but I don’t pass out.

He wants to do a tilt table test, waiting for it to get set up. I do know that it is not curable, but it is treatable. Or at least so says the doctor. And researching without an exact name is a bad thing! Some of the disorders are as simple as passing out for no apparent reason, others……deadly. I think I fall somewhere in the middle!

I hate researching something that is not widely known about, I have found sites that say it is a treatable disorder, sites that say it will just go away by itself, sites that say there is no treatment, sites that say nothing is know about it.

But of the sites I have really looked at, I have discovered that it can be chronic or it can be episodic. After 3 years, I am thinking chronic. I have also discovered it is often misdiagnosed as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromalgia, and as hypochondria! The clinical test don’t back up the symptoms.

The doctor says my nervous system is super sensitve to inner and outer environment. Confused? Me too, I have found a fairly good site, NDRF and I will continue to browse it. It may turn out to be another oops diagnosis, but it so far fits a lot of what I am going through.

OK on to the AWARDS!!!!!!

I got an AWARD!!!! Tismee2 gave me this little award!!!!

How absolutely nice is that? My first award!!!!! It is so nice to be appreciated!!!!*blushes*

I would like to thank the Academy, my family, who without , I would not be where I am today, the fans…….Oh wait this isn’t an Oscar……. Seriously, I would like to thank Tismee2! She is great and I wish I could give it back to her! And I want to thank those of you who have stood by me and read all this stuff and left comments. You are all great! And I have to thank my family! *URG!* Because they are the reason I started this silly thing anyway!

THE RULES:

1. Chose 5 blogs that you consider deserving of this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also contribute to the blogging community.2. Each award has to have the name of the author and a link to his/her blog.3. Each award winner has to show the award and put the name of and link to the blog that presented her/him with the award.4. The award winner and one who has given the prize has to show the link of Arte Y Pico blog so everyone will know the origin of this award.5. Show these rules.

Do you know how hard it is to pick 5 people? I have so many bloggers I could give this to! I was up all night trying to make a decision, not really!

So without further ado I present this award to the following people.

AFF - She is such a treat! She will tell it like it is when it comes to her family!

Blue Momma - I love her, She is one of the first blogs I read! She has a great attitude and a mouth to go with it. And, yes, that is a good thing!!

Crazed Mom -I am choosing to list her this way because it is so fitting! She used to do Twist and Skewer, which is where I found her and I loved it!!! Now she is over here and just as wonderful!

Devilish Southern Belle- What can I say about Belle? She is great and I love to visit her everyday! Can she rant? Oh, yeah! You all know how I love a great rant!

Sam- I could not leave out Sam, I am her stalker and all! She is great, her kids are cute and who can resist a Canadian girl?

So there are my 5. It was a hard choice, I had about 20-30 I thought so deserved this award. So I knocked off those on the list who would have said, “Who the hell is this strange person!?!” and that left me with about 10, so I threw the names in a hat and drew out 5! Very scientific of me, I know. So if you are one of the ones left in the hat……grab an award, I won’t look! Just follow the rules and share it with 5 more deserving people!

And did you notice a very wonderful thing? I figured out how to hide the links in that cool way everyone and their uncle already knew how to do but wouldn’t tell me!!! My brain actually worked for a few minutes as I thought of how the hell this is done and I tried something and it worked and I fell in the floor and had a heart attack because it worked and now I am better and oh so excited that I figured it out!!! * out of breath! Whatta run on sentence!* It only took almost a year people! You could have helped a girl out!! But that’s OK, I forgive because I had 2 brain cells that finally connected!

Oh, and another exciting thing happened! I was actually linked and quoted on a big site! Not the normal little pings I get……www. who the hell has ever heard of these sites that constantly steal my words and give credit to others but do link to my site.com,  but an honest to goodness actual “non-advertising” site! BlogHer. Now I know I was just used to get people to come look at one of the new people over there, but still!!!  An actual except from my little ole blog!!! And I got a little traffic from it!!! So YEA ME!!!! I am moving up in the world! MAWHAHAHAHAHA!!! My plot to take over the world is working!!! MAWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Seriously, my mom thinks its strange I have so many readers in different countries! HAHAHA! I guess the Internet just stays in the states? HAHAHAHA!! Or at least what is wrote in the states stays here. heh! Mom understands the Internet, but hates computers. And for my little blog to be read by more than 4 people shocks her. I have tried to tell her it’s my stepping stone to ruling the world, but she just doesn’t get it. BAWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Another wonderful thing has happened here at Casa Life…….Little Miss has for the last 2 nights had her TV off by 10pm and actually asleep by 11pm!!!!! Miracles do happen people and I am here to tell you about it! What actually happened is her father started backing me up!!! Which, as you know, is a miracle in itself! And by standing behind me and not letting her whine to him and get him to agree with her, she decided she might as well just do what she was told! That and his yelling is louder, deeper and scarier than mine!!! Gotta love a tired man! He is scary when he is tired!

I need to go for now, I have things I have got to get done today! So until next time……

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

 

 

I am too tired to come up with a title, please insert witty title here!

I had a few thoughts on a title….Another day in hell…… Life with Little Miss……It’s too fucking early to get up and write a post………..Would you miss me if i weren’t here for a couple of days………..Really, your not so important that they would notice you gone……There is not enough coffee in the world to get me going……… But none of them cranked my tractor.

I had another post in mind and I will get to it, but first………..

Little Miss is a BRAT of grand proportions!!!! To say I don’t like her right now is an understatement!!!! And hubby was of no help this morning! Last night is a night I hope i don’t have again for a LONG time!

It started with wrestling! Little Miss brat watches wrestling, almost every night. Did you know wrestling came on almost every night? I didn’t but I do now. Anyway, hubby went to bed and I was trying to read my favs and do a little plurking and I was getting a blow by blow account of all that was going on, and when she would register my blank look, I got a blow by blow account of the whole back story! To say I could care less, don’t even come close. But being the good mom I listened. It went off at 10:10, she had agreed to turn off the TV after wrestling. She asked for 30 more minutes. I relented, I did have a few blogs to read. Then she requested to stay up til 11, her show went off at 11. After making sure it was not a nightmare making show, I said that’s it, 11 o’clock!

At 11, I went in to turn off the TV. That’s when all hell broke loose! Or at least that was when it started. She wasn’t sleepy! By making her go to sleep when she wasn’t sleepy, I was going to be the cause of her having nightmares! She really wasn’t sleepy! I was tired, I was getting ill, I told her to go to sleep. More grinding on my nerves and I walked out of the room, where she promptly turned her TV back on! If I didn’t fear the outcome of going back in immediately, I would have went back and turned off the TV and yanked her out of the bed and throttled her, but see, I feared the outcome!

I went in and told her I was ready for bed. She told me to go on to bed, she would be fine. I told her she had until midnight, because I knew I wouldn’t get sleep anyway with her wondering all  over the house. Midnight came and without a word I turned her TV off and informed her if it came back on again, I would have a TV in my room again! Cue all out hissy fit! I told her I really wasn’t in the mod for that but if she wanted to get hateful, well, I was a master at it and to bring it on! Being sleepy doesn’t bring out the best in me. Nor does it make me remotely mature!

So it started, her back and forth and me getting madder by the second. She wanted to stay up til dad left. She wasn’t sleepy. She would be fine up by herself. I didn’t care about her. I didn’t care if she was happy. I didn’t love her. By 12:30, I didn’t like her! I loved her but I would have traded her in on a better sleeper. She finally got that I wasn’t giving in around 12:45. The Boy got up for a drink and snack right about that time, he didn’t help matters. Wanting to know why I was up, why I was ill…..Let’s just say I told him! At 1am, I finally crawled in to bed with hubby. Got nice and comfortable……Then his alarm started going off!!!

This alarm clock is the most annoying alarm clock in the world! A whiny, high pitched, set your teeth  on edge, needs to be thrown across the room beep, beep, beeping!!! I usually don’t hear his alarm, but just climbing in to bed makes a difference. And he hit snooze! After beating the hell out of my alarm clock, how hard is it to find the taller of the two clocks!

Yes we have two alarm clocks and both have dual alarms. He doesn’t get woke up to mine and I never hear his go off. His is set for cement mornings and  regular mornings. Mine is set for making sure The Boy is up and Blog time. Both clocks are on his table, because when we rearranged the room last time, my table wouldn’t fit next to the bed.

Anyway, his alarm went off every 7 minutes for the next 21 minutes!!! Can you say getting iller by the minute? OH, I can! He finally got up and had the nerve to ask me why I didn’t get him up when his alarm went off the first time. Not a good idea, and he knew it when he saw the red in my eyes in the dark! Just as I was about to go to sleep, all that fooling around he had did with my alarm clock, it went off! He had hit nap! I am happy to report, I still have an alarm clock! But it was touch and go this morning as I was holding it in my hands wondering if it would put a hole in my wall.

I got comfy, stretched across the bed, it’s over right? Wrong Little Miss waltzes her ass in the room and gets in the bed and smiles!!! This has been what it was all about! Sleeping in the bed with me! I got up, I was fuming, I was pissed!!! When I told this story to hubby….did he have sympathy for me? Did he bless my heart? NO! Was he an ass and point out the obvious? Yes! He tells me I am the parent and to just go in and turn off the TV. Well, DUH, I never thought of that! It seems to be the thing to do, but I still would have the whole up and down thing, I told him as much, maybe not so nicely. He told me to get in her bed, if I didn’t want to sleep with her. Well, her room doesn’t have the alarm clock and her bed isn’t as comfortable as mine! Mine has my pillows and my covers!

He decides to leave before I have a chance to jump straddle him and give him the beating Little Miss deserves! That’s when it hit! My stomach started rolling. I will spare you the details but I didn’t climb into bed until 3am this morning!!!! My alarm screamed at me at 4:30, I had to make sure The Boy was up, he was showered but had crawled back in the bed and went back to sleep. I informed him I would not be back, to get his ass up! Apparently he did, he isn’t here anyway.

So when my alarm went off this morning at 7am, all I wanted to do was roll back over and go to sleep, but Little Miss and taken over the bed and covers, so I dragged my tired and abused body up and got in front of the computer! Really I think it is the only one that is nice to me sometimes. Now watch the damn thing eat my post! I post today because I know I won’t post tomorrow and because I am in need of a little blog therapy!

Tomorrow I go to yet another doctor! I am told this one is the best, I have heard that before. I am told if I can be diagnosed this is the guy who will do it! Heard that too. My parents go to church with a lady who swears I have MS, she has it and she went through exactly what I have been through, complete with being treated like a nut. This is the guy who diagnosed her. She went through 3 years of doctors and test and on her first visit, he told her she had MS. She is doing better with medication, it is controlled a bit now.

She has started a support group, she has begged my parents to bring me. I just can’t go to a support group for MS unless I am diagnosed with it, it just doesn’t seem right. She swears, it doesn’t matter, that I am going through what all of them went through. Being told it is depression, that they can’t find anything, that it is all in their head, treating them like drug seekers. Everything I have been through. I had a doctor tell me I don’t have MS, but it was the same doctor who told her she didn’t have MS, so……

I have said it before, but I am going to say it again, if this doctor treats me like I am a hypochondriac, I am not going to another doctor! My family doctor more or less told my husband I had decided that there was something wrong with me and I wouldn’t be happy unless somebody found it. That I liked the attention! What fucking attention? The attention I get when my family bitches about me feeling bad again, or the attention I get when I don’t feel like getting off the couch and they are bitching about me not doing anything. Or could it be the attention I get when I walk like a retard through the grocery store? You know getting those looks of “what the hell is wrong with her” just gets me off!!!!

I am tired of being tired. I am tired of feeling like shit! I am tired of being able to walk a mile one minute and the next minute I can’t take a step without my knees buckling! I am tired of my legs hurting, my chest hurting, my arms hurting, I am tired of giving out after just minutes of activity. I am tired of my mind going, losing my thoughts, losing my words. I am tired of my eyes being wonky. I am tired of being ILL!!! I am tired of everyone looking at me and wondering if there is really something wrong or if I am a hypochondriac! I am tired of my MIL comparing herself to me, as in, “I am just like you, they can’t seem to figure out what is wrong with me.” I’m just tired!

I am tired of feeling like everyone thinks I am crazy or faking it! I have a 3 page list of symptoms from the last, almost, 3 years. I plan on taking it with me, hubby says not to, I will look like a nut. That is too far back and too many things. But I want this doctor to know I have been putting up with this shit for almost 3 years and everyday I suffer from at least one, if not more, of those symptoms! Sometimes I feel like hubby wonders if it is all in my head. He keeps saying something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what it is. He says maybe stress, maybe MS, maybe I am just a nut, like the doctor said. I believe he knows I have all of the symptoms, but I wonder if he thinks I really have them or if my mind is playing games.

And the bad part of all of this…… I want a name for what is wrong, I want to be able to blame something for how I feel. But I don’t know if I want to know what it is. Does that make any sense? I want a name, but I fear what it will be. But I want to know what to expect next, how bad it will get, what I can do to help slow it down. I want to be able to say XYZ is what is wrong with me. I am not lazy by nature, it is XYZ. But then again I don’t want to tell anyone, I don’t want them to look at me funny.

I have researched a few things. MS is one of them. MS fits like a glove. I could have wrote the symptoms list! But hundreds of things mimic MS. Some I can throw out the door pretty easy…….African heritage, out……Jewish heritage, out……..Lupus, been checked, out………Thyroid, been checked a hundred times, out…….Lyme disease, no ticks, no rash, out……….This one, birth defect, out……….That one, life long affliction, out……….Syphilis, tested, out……….., heavy metals, tested, out……….. Many other things out. But there are some that are rare and not tested for, some can’t be tested for. All my test come back fine, it drives me crazy! I have honestly wished a test would come back abnormal! Bad, ain’t it?

I am a nervous wreck. What if he says he doesn’t know? What if he says I am crazy? What if he knows what it is? Do I really want to know? I think at this point any diagnoses would make me happy! It would be a relief to know I am not crazy.  I would almost do a dance of joy if he said MS. Sounds crazy, don’t it? But you see MS is debilitating, but not fatal. Some of the other things I have looked in to….fatal! Of course one went out the door, it is fatal within 6 months of the first attack, not what I have.

To tell the truth, MS is not a disease I had even thought of. When the doctor said he wanted to rule out MS, I thought he was crazy! I thought of the kids in wheel chairs with their arms drawn up and barely able to talk, that was not me! But I found out I was thinking of CP. Or Jerry’s kids. MS strikes adults, it can hit hard or it can creep up on you. You can go through something like remission, where you feel fine. You can hurt in different places at different times. You have good days, bad days and worse days. I swear I know all of that!

I read a few blogs on MS, I could have wrote them! The way I feel physically and mentally, all right there in those blogs! And one was told on three occasions by three different doctors she did not have MS. She finally found the right doctor who asked the right questions and told her she had MS. After almost 5 years! The doctor I am going to tomorrow has an MS clinic, I think he might know the right questions to ask. But it is scary too.

Don’t misunderstand me, I do not want to be diagnosed with MS, but I do want to be diagnosed!!!

I have been interrupted too many times to count. MIL, phone, dogs, hubby, now Little Miss is up. I have lost my train of thought. I will post the results of the appointment. Hubby took off Wednesday and Thursday, I don’t know why Thursday, I guess in case I got bad news. He now says he will work Thursday, but you can never tell. So either Thursday, if hubby returns to work or Friday, if he don’t, I will let you know what, if anything, I found out. Wish me luck! Wish me calm nerves! Hope for an answer!Sorry for the downer of a post and the length, but I needed to say a few things. Until next time……

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

 

 

Early to bed, early to rise….

…..makes momma grumbly, gripey and easy to rile! It’s weekend update time and it has been some LONG days. Let us start with Friday…..

I had my errands to run with The Boy. Went went to get insurance on his truck. I hate to get insurance. I have no tickets *thank God, I always look like I am innocent* and no accidents *By the luck of the Irish, not by my driving skills*, hubby has nothing left on his license *finally got that speeding ticket and accident off his record* and The Boy has that one accident, but the rates are high enough to choke a horse! Bare minimum because we have old cars and it still costs us a fortune. I understand The Boy is 18 and all, but please, I am the one that has to pay for it.

From there we went to the hospital and picked up the last MRI I had to get. Then The Boy had to go get string and a cup for his bow. Let’s just say it wasn’t a nice neighborhood and he left me in the car. I guess that was my fault, he said I’ll just be a minute. Lord, he is just like his daddy! His minutes are hours long. Did he park me in front of the store? Why no, he parked me off to the side next to what appeared to be a crack house! I have never been to a crack house, but I kept waiting for the crack heads to surround the car. Some rough looking “gentleman” was watching me from a broken window, I assume he was trying to decide if I was dangerous to his business. I have never been so glad to see that boy! I told him if I weren’t so happy to see him, I would’ve kicked his ass!

I thought he would be home for the rest of the day, why, I don’t know. I guess I figured he should rest. BAWHAHAHAHAHA!! We weren’t half way home and his phone was going off every other second. I swear he is more popular than the local crack dealer! I found out plans were being made. We were home for 5 minutes and a truck pulled up. Without one damn word, he crawled his ass into that truck and was out of here. No word on what he was going to do, no word on when he would be home, nothing. He ended up not coming home all night!

Little Miss went to the last day of VBS and then off to spend the night with grandma! I had a little Plurk peace before hubby got home.

Hubby got home late and we sat around like bumps on a log. He had to haul cement the next morning so we decided I would go with him and when we got back we would clean the office. He said we need to get in the bed early so we would get up early. Is 10:30 early when you are getting up at 4AM? I didn’t think so either. He did get up and go to bed a bit earlier, I was left to shower and such before I could crawl into bed. I guess I lost that early to bed part! It was a restless night, thunderstorms shook the house for a couple of hours and the dogs weren’t happy, so it was a long night

The alarm clock went off at 4am. There isn’t enough coffee to get me going after very few hours sleep. The kicker was I got up and started sucking coffee down like a mad woman and he laid in the bed. WTF!!!! I got up, why the hell can he lay in bed! He finally got up, turned on the TV, took a shower and then we finally left and hour late.

I know he does this almost everyday, I would lose what’s left of my mind! We went to the west side of Nashville. You know Nashville, pretty houses, nice things to look at! I was looking forward to seeing it! We left the plant and that had to be the most boring ride in the history of rides! All trees and interstate! I swear to you I got excited because I saw a Silo! I was looking for pretty scenery and all I got was a gripey man! Who the hell does he bitch to when I am not there? He started bitching as we left the gates and didn’t quit until we pulled back in the gates! Crappy drivers, bad roads, boring ride, hates his job, etc….

I must say, I was looking forward to Nashville and I was disappointed! I didn’t get pretty Nashville, I got industrial area Nashville. Not pretty! So it wasn’t worth the early morning and all the griping!

When we got back to the office, he had to unload the tanker, so I started cleaning without him. I started, I did it and I finished without him! I think he did it on purpose! He has pissed me off on more than one occasion over this little job. He took the job and now he blames me! He sweeps and mops….I on the other hand, dust and clean off desks in 2 offices, I dust and clean off desks in dispatch, I clean cabinets, a table, a microwave, a coffee pot, and a fridge in the break room, I clean 3 bathrooms, I clean a kitchenette, and I dust and wipe down tables and chairs in the lobby. I take out 11 bags of garbage! But he does the most work! According to him, he does 85% of the work! I said something about being tired and just doing a quick clean, wipe down counters and wipe the grease off sinks and take out garbage and he says that is what I do anyway. ASS!!!!

We came home and after he took an hour nap and I got nada in way of a nap, he decides we should lay a few block. I was tired, but I told him I would help, I mean all I do is stand there and say looks straight to me! Well, I was tired and my eyes were apparently crossed and he ended up with a dog legged line of block. I told him it looked good to ME, not that it was good. So now he asks me what it looks like and then says he doesn’t trust me and looks himself! Can they put me in jail if I kill him? I mean he is attempting to drive me crazy and I haven’t had much sleep! I would say at that point he was asking for it!

Little Miss came home in her usual jolly state of mind. BAWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Bitching and griping at every turn!  I will admit I was tired and not my usual calm and patient self! So when I was informed she was going to church with grandma and had to get up early, I pounced on the idea that she needed to go to bed early! I told her, TV off 10pm! I figure on being in the bed by 10:30. How many times am I disappointed when I figure on something? She went to sleep around 10:30 with more than a little griping but I figure sleep is sleep and I will not complain. I went to bed.

I almost dozed off and I heard whining. Almost a cry. It was Little Miss. At 11 she had woke up and was worried. About what I asked….. The house catching on fire!!!! What 8 year old needs to worry about that? It went from there to how would we get the animals out. I told her Misty and Bella would follow her out and I would grab Daisy and Socks. Did this ease her troubled mind, NO!!! She wanted to know how we would get the fish out! I said they were in water. She told me they would be cooked in a fire! I was thinking boiled but why add to her thoughts. After an hour of her rambling on about what ifs….. I lost it!!!! I am ashamed to say but I was tired and ill and ready to go to bed. I told her I would purchase her fireproof bubble in the morning and she could load it with all the animals and then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything! I screamed at my child to quit coming up with what ifs to worry about! She went to bed, not really feeling better about our escape plan. She finally went to sleep and I climbed my grumpy, tired ass to bed at 1:30!!!

Needless to say the annoying alarm clock is lucky to be alive after it went off at 7am! I had my first cup of coffee and went to get Little Miss up. OH, it was not pretty! She was tired, I was tired, she didn’t want to get up and I was already out of the bed and there was no way I was going to stay up by myself! I had decided if I had to flip her off the mattress, so be it, she was getting up! She finally crawled out of bed with many choice words for me. If I could have made them out, I guess I would have been mad, but they were under her breath and I couldn’t swear to exactly what they were, but I know it wasn’t pretty! We woke the grumpy boy up. I didn’t know he was home! It took him 5 seconds to go back to sleep after screeching for us to quiet down. I truly want to know who is the parent in this house! Me or them!!!!

Hubby got up right as Little Miss left, I swear he laid in the bed until he knew she was gone. He decided he would lay a few more block. After 4 he decided he didn’t want to lay block, he went back in the house. I took the opportunity to vacuum the pool while everyone *MIL* was gone. It really wasn’t bad. We have been having trouble with the pool foaming. Really it looked like a bad pour job on a beer. I knew it was getting air in the filter, but I couldn’t find the place it was getting in. When I started to get things together to vacuum the pool, I couldn’t find the end that fits in the skimmer. I looked everywhere! I was pissed, I mean who would steal a piece of hose? I looked everywhere! I called hubby over, he looked everywhere! He found the end…..in the skimmer basket! I apparently left it in the last time I vacuumed! It has been the cause of the air and the foam. To say I was treated like the biggest idiot in the world would be an understatement! I shall never live this one down!

Hubby went in to lay down for a nap, just a few minutes, FOUR hours later he got up!!!! I got a 20 nap, Little Miss came in from church and woke me up. She wanted to go swimming, I felt bad, I told her I would watch her from the shade. She wanted me on the deck. I have gotten to where I can’t take the heat. Not “OH, I am hot” can’t take the heat, but “I am roasting and I can’t breath” can’t take the heat. The longer I am in it the worse I feel and the longer it takes me to get over it! Does Little Miss care, NOOOOOOO,  why should she, it is not like she feels bad or anything. So I sit out for about 30 minutes before she decides mom is no fun and she is ready to go in. The Boy has agreed to go swimming with her when he gets back home. He is more fun anyway. It took me 3 hours to get to feeling better!

All I wanted to do was go to bed early, but it is not meant to be. Little Miss was asleep by 11:30, I crawled in to bed, at 12 she was up again. She woke daddy up too by accident and he shooed her back to bed. I don’t know why she was up, I stayed in bed, unable to move. I listened for tears or yells, but she apparently went back to sleep fairly quickly. I was able to go off to sleep right before hubby’s alarm went off at 1am.

My alarm went off at 7am and I am still so tired! But I have kicked back a couple of cups of coffee and hopefully will manage to get through the day without too much excitement. No wait, hubby has already called and he is in the midst of a snit fit! Seems Baldy the boss man is fussing about the number of hours he has! I guess he is suppose to get cement every day and haul 4-5 loads of block and not get any OT!!! He goes in at 2am to get cement so he can be back for first rounds of block, then he hauls 4-5 loads of block and he is not the privileged one who gets close drops so he doesn’t get off until 5 or 6. I can only assume that he isn’t suppose to clock in to haul cement. The rest of the drivers are pulling in OT and only have 3-4 loads of block a day!!! He actually only had 5 hours more than one of the drivers! And it takes him 5 hours for a round trip to get cement! And he got 5 last week!!! Tell me how it is fair for him to get punished for hours and the rest get rewarded for fucking off!!!!!

And BJ apparently hurt his back over the weekend and now The Boy is doing his job of filling sand buckets on top of his job of getting mortar and shit together!!!! Hubby is having an all out SNIT fit!!!! He says BJ will get 10 hours to sit in the shop and text Bug all day. I think if he can’t do his job, he needs to stay at home! But I guess the boss’ son can get away with it!!!

Hubby is not a happy camper and if he isn’t happy, we all pay! He claims if he gets pissed off one more time, he is coming to the house. Lord, let everyone just leave him the hell alone! I have enough on my plate without worrying about him quitting his job. Not when I need the insurance for the doctor on Wednesday! I guess I should go for now, ,the dogs want out and I need to get busy Plurking cleaning and washing! So until tomorrow……

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

To PLURK or not to PLURK……

Is there a choice?  I have been accused of being addicted to Plurk… Um, Hum, You know who you are! heh!…….. Now I will admit I spend a good deal of time there. It’s a lot like instant messaging. Which I have never done, I mean no one I know does it, well my niece does, but why would she want an old fart sending her a instant message? What do I have to say to her that would be so urgent? OK, I could do it but why? Oh, and my oldest son does it some…. why do it with him? That’s what email at work is for. So instant messaging is something that has escaped me until now! It’s really not instant messaging, but it is damn close! I comment and they reply back…See really close. Or I comment and they ignore the hell out of me…..Hey almost like home!

Granted this isn’t a private thing and the world can see what you have to say, but do I care? Of course not, I am not giving away government secrets or anything. Really! Don’t send in the Feds or nothing!  And really, I am not entertaining enough to be much more than an irritant to some folks. But I do have 59 friends and 3 fans…..Really fans! BAWHAHAHAHA!!! I sent them friend request but I guess they prefer fan status, because they just ignored me! I need more friends! Did that sound needy? I don’t care! Please be my friend!

Now, I Twitter too….not as much. But I am following 96 people over there and 120 follow me….Wait where did all these people come from? I didn’t know I didn’t follow everyone who is following me. *Note to self…. find out who these people are.* But with Twitter, it is hard to follow all the comments. I have gone back pages looking for the original message. But I still can’t seem to give it up. I have friends there that refuse to jump ship to Plurk. SO Twitter, I must. It is pulled up right now, waiting for me to refresh it again and catch up on all the dirt worth sharing! And new post worth reading and giveaways and finding out who is going to BlogHer and who has a gripey baby…..

Plurk is also up but it auto updates and tells me how many new plurks there are, on it’s little tab! So no running back and forth. It is getting me in trouble though…. I plurk in the morning while writing my post and after hubby goes to bed, I plurk until bedtime. which is getting later because of Plurk!!! Oh and there are the times I pop in during the day. If Little Miss is off the computer for a couple of seconds I jump right on it and go find out what I missed. And if I am home alone, I just keep it pulled up and check on it every so often!

If that is addiction, bring it on! I mean where else could I chat with someone in Canada or up north or even further down south from me, whenever I want to?  I get to spend time with some of my favorite bloggers and actually talk! How COOL is that? I know, I know….DORK mom! I have “met” some really nice people there and found a few blogs I have never looked at before. I know, I know I don’t need anymore blogs to read!

I am basically a shyish type person in real life. Alright get the shocked look off your face! I really am, it takes me a while to settle in and get comfortable around new people. But not there, it’s not like they can find me! MAWHAHAHAHAH, I live in OHMYGAWD, AL. MAWHAHAHAHA!!! And I am not sitting face to face with them, so it is just more comfortable for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I can get fired up with an incompetent fast food worker and show my ass in a full restaurant…..Hey I ordered that taco WITHOUT sour cream! When I politely told them they had my order wrong and they said I couldn’t get another taco minus sour cream because I had taken a bite off of it…they were just begging me to fling that taco across the counter at them!!! And when the manager brought me my taco without sour cream, well, I just couldn’t eat it, I KNOW they spit in it!

And if I am drinking, all bets are off! I am very friendly then. Ask anyone who has seen me at the Wagon Train. Of course I know a lot of those people. I don’t think I can drink heavily and Plurk though. No spell check!!!

Little Miss will even get in on it. I left it up and went to get dressed, came back and “I” had left a new plurk.  She has done it a couple of times.

I know some of you have fussed to me about Plurk …UH HUM, you know who you are……Even hubby fusses about it. He thinks I will meet some sort of weirdo on there. I told him I was the weirdo he was so worried about! MAWHAHAHAHAHA!!! Enough of Plurk….Really if you aren’t there, give this time sucker a chance! Look me up and be my friend! *That’s not begging, is it?*  Or let me know an email and I will send you an invite, if I invite enough friends I get some cool different smileys!!!

I have errands to run today. The Boy, lazy bum that he is, laid out of work today. He seems to think he needs insurance on his truck and a tag! What has gotten into these kids nowadays?! I just can’t figure them out! He has a bow fishing tournament this weekend. I guess he will be out all night Saturday night. Why can’t he get him one of those hobbies that you do during the day? Even when he was fishing all the time, he went at night. And I know he was fishing, he smelled like fish all the time.

Well, I must confess…… I didn’t get my room cleaned yesterday! Before anyone thinks Plurk was the cause of it, I am just really lazy and kept finding excuses to not get started! First Little Miss was in there asleep, then I needed just one more cup of coffee, then Little Miss wanted to go swimming with the hellions and mammaw couldn’t *wouldn’t*  watch them, then it was just too late to get started! Actually, I don’t want to clean out my closet, so I find any reason not to get started.

Have you ever saw those shows……”Clean House” or what is that other one, it doesn’t matter….. where these strange people come into your house and force you to sell your junk treasures. I have two huge storage boxes in my closet full of junk treasures. Old baby blankets, grandma’s favorite outfit (complete with the tiny holes her cigarettes burned in it), granddaddy’s button up sweater he wore all the time, some of my other grandma’s craft stuff, junk gifts I got from people I went to school with that are no longer alive, hand made gifts from my children…..you get the picture, treasures. And I can’t seem to part with any of it.

I have a cabinet full of VCR tapes, do I have a VCR anymore? Not one that is hooked up, but still I like these movies. I have a drawer full of cassettes, mostly Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall and OLD 80s music, do I have a cassette player? Not one that works. I have two file cabinets full of shitreceipts I couldn’t find if my life depended on it! Should I organize it? Of course! Should I get rid of receipts from 10 years ago? Why yes! Am I going to do it? One of these days. Over half of my clothes either don’t fit or I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it. Should I get rid of them? Sure. Will I? Doubt it…. I mean I am down 9 pounds, only 11 more to go and I can wear some of those clothes I hang on to! And the ugly clothes, well they were gifts. Can’t get rid of gifts! Have I mentioned this is a walk in closet? Have I mentioned you can barely walk in it?

Did I mention, I never dust my room? Well, I dust at it. No one goes in there! I feel like if I am the only one who sees the dust, it doesn’t exist! It’s mind over matter folks!!! OK, hubby sees it, but he is kind enough to ignore it! Little Miss, well, if her allergies act up in there, she shouldn’t crawl her ass into my bed! Harsh?  Yes, but I really don’t want to clean in there. I KNOW what I will find in there! And never you mind what it is!!!! It’s enough that I know.

AFF wrote a post about a few of her quirks. I have a lot of quirks My husband say I am OCD, I say just a bit quirky….. I thought I woulds list a few of them and let you all, all 10 of you, learn a bit about me……

I can’t stand for a dresser drawer to be partially open…..I must close it. My husband figured this out about 10 years ago and has been leaving his dresser drawers open about an inch every since. It is his small way of driving me crazy. I only found out about this a few months ago.

I must check the door locks, front and back, no less than 5 times before bed, or before I get in the shower. I don’t need anyone just walking in the house! And I have a big fear, that I will forget to lock it and I never remember for sure if I checked it.

I must check my email several times a day. This is new, it started when I started getting steady comments at my blog! that and me and Easy E “instant message” via email.

I love checking my stats! I wonder how they found me, who they are, what search I turned up in.

I Plurk too much *there must be a 12 step program for it!*

I have to put the newspaper back, as if it has never been read. All sections in order and neatly folded!

If I eat something I like, I will eat it for days! Chicken casserole….*drool*…… Grandma’s chicken casserole…….lasagna……… *slurp* 

I constantly worry about The Boy. Not so much the other ones, I worry about them too, but The Boy, CONSTANTLY!!!! He is the one who doesn’t think before he acts.

I am getting fussed at! The Boy has decided we must go NOW! He is threatening to wake up Little Miss!! He says when he gets out of the shower, we are outta here. He has a lot to do…..Go get insurance, take me to pick up the MRI of my brain *yes, I apparently have a brain, who knew!*, go somewhere to get line for his bow, so he can shoot fish further away than 10 feet. The list goes on and on…. I convinced him that we would get his tag next week, saved me one errand. But I guess I should get up and get dressed and go, DAMN kids!!!! Until next time….

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

 

 

COOL mom has left the building, enter DORK mom!!!

I will get to dork mom but first a few updates and gripes…

Why is it when something hurts you ram it in to everything and the animals won’t stay off of it? Yesterday I dropped the end of The Boy’s mattress on them, I ran them in to the wall too many times to count, I hung them on a cable from The Boy’s bow, I rammed then in to the legs of his bed, I pulled the vacuum over them, I pulled the carpet cleaner over them, twice, and all three dogs were kind enough to step on them every time they got near me. Oh and the fat ass cat sat on them! So I think if they weren’t broken before it is quite possible that they are now! What do you think?

Well, I managed to get The Boy’s room cleaned. I found nothing incriminating! Thank the Lord! I discovered he has too many thick winter coats! Three Carhartt coats are too many for anyone, and he has 3 camouflage coats on top of that! Half his closet is full of coats. I can also tell him, when he screams someone has stolen his sunglasses, to look under his bed! I found four pairs under there.

And what is the limit on rebel flag objects? Hats, lighters, beer beverage holders, flags, shirts, etc…. He isn’t racist, I swear! He is just a Redneck! *hangs head in shame*  I guess I will call it southern pride and let it go!

I swear he is half billy goat! I found no less than twenty bottle rings chewed up! He has a problem, he gets his drink, he takes that ring off and then he chews on it! Is there a 12 step program for that?

I thought I had tore up my vacuum….it was throwing more out than it was sucking up! And it was leaving a trail of lint behind it. Upon close inspection, I discovered it had a hairball! It took me a while but I finally figured out how the shit travels through the thing and disassembled it and forced it to puke up the hair and misc. other things it had eaten! So The Boy’s room is closer to spotless and it don’t stink as bad, I am happy with it!

MIL is up to her old tricks again. She called here yesterday morning, within minutes of me letting the dogs out, she wanted to borrow an onion. I told her I didn’t have one, I had had hamburgers the night before and wanted an onion but I didn’t get one. Her response…..I had one you should have come over here and got it. Why call to borrow one if you have one? She was trying to see if Little Miss was up, she had hellion#2 and was looking to pawn him off! He managed to make his way over here just as Little Miss got up. I swear she has the house bugged!

MIL sent both of them back over here to ask me if they could get in the pool. “Sure, if mammaw can watch you because I am busy PLURKINGcleaning your brother’s room.” That is where the problem laid. Little Miss was suppose to ask me if they could go swimming with mammaw watching them from in the house, not by the pool! Which she did admit when push come to shove. I said…..”UH, NO! You can only get in the pool if someone is in with you or sitting in the chairs next to the pool. Things happen too fast to be that far away!” But of course I ruined her life now! She would have to wait a whole hour before she could get in, since mammaw was cooking! I informed her she could be waiting a whole day if she didn’t drop the attitude! They went across the yard pissed, but alive! I thought I showed great restraint! MIL wouldn’t have been watching them, she would be on the phone or in the kitchen where she couldn’t see them. IDIOT! She didn’t want to watch them and knew I wouldn’t allow them to get in unsupervised! They waited all of 5 minutes before they were in, with her poolside! Bitch!!

NOW ON TO DORK MOM…….

Little Miss has decided she wants to be a girly girl when she is going somewhere. Fingernails and toe nails painted to match the outfit, this one is on me! She can’t paint them yet, so I have to do it for her. She has taken to blow drying her hair and fixing it. I still can’t figure out which teeny bopper role model she was following when she decided that she must wear her ponytail to the side! And when she can get away with it, just a tad of make up! Little blusher and lip gloss. I will allow that from time to time, it is way better than it was when she had that blue eye shadow. She is 8 years old! Is this the time when they become teenagers? I started wanting to wear make up out of the house when I was like….12. I was allowed at 13.

I have saw little girls in Little Miss’ class, the THIRD grade, with full blown makeup on! Foundation, blusher, eye shadow, lip stick, the works!!! I am 3*grumble, grumble, grumble* and I don’t wear that much! OK, I used to wear a lot of make up. Then I had kids!

 Before the boys, I got up and put on makeup first thing in the morning, even if I wasn’t planning on leaving the house, you never know who might show up! Of course, I was 16 when my oldest was born, so I was still young enough to care how I looked.

After the boys, I put on make up IF I was going somewhere. If I was just going to be home, why bother. After Little Miss, if I combed my hair and brushed my teeth I was a happy soul! Now I rarely wear make up, only for special occasions. You know funerals, weddings and such! heh!!

If hubby comes through the door and I have on make up, he wants to know where he has to go! Or what exactly I want. BAWHAHAHAHA!!! Yes, occasionally, I put on make up for that reason! *blushes*

It isn’t that I don’t want to or that I don’t care how I look, but rather I am lazy! Most people say I look just as nice without makeup as with it, so why bother. Little Miss has gotten putting on blusher to a science. She makes her cheeks have just a bit of color, but not too much. You can barely make out it is there, I think it is because she is sneaking around to wear it. And the lip gloss has just a bit of color to it, so it is not all shine. She does better than some people I know. *cough, MIL,cough, RED, cough*

But really what age should you let little girls start wearing makeup? I know not 8 or 9, but what age? I don’t let her out with makeup on often and when I do, she doesn’t look like a harlot or anything.

And the talks she wants to have now… I am not ready for those! She is at that age where she likes boys, but boys still think girls are somewhat gross. So we have a lot of talks about boys. About boys, I can talk about. It’s the kissing and other stuff that makes me choke on my tea! She is 8!!!! For crying out loud, she should have no questions on other stuff!!!! She asks about *looking around* sex. 8 people, do you hear me, 8!!!

Just the other night, hubby asked about his “pay”, you know, being cute. Little Miss was there and asked if I “paid” daddy better if she wasn’t around. *faints* I, thinking I would throw her off, said I paid daddy the same whether she was around or not. She responded by saying “Really?” I asked her what she thought we were talking about. She said, “You know.”  I told her I didn’t. She said, “It was spelled like yes only turn it around and change the y to an x.” *faints dead away, and is closely followed by Little Miss’ father!*  When did she find out about this stuff? 8!!!! Only 8!!!!! I blame TV!! Better it than me!

And she is interested in when she will start her “mommy” thing. And what it is like, what happens, how often it happens, what age will she be. *oh, Lord, kill me now!!!* I can handle some of it….I know the answers,  but some of it…. I know the answers but how to put in terms an 8 year old will get and not be traumatized, that is a problem. I mean what happens? You produce an egg and your body gets rid of it. Easy, peasy, I can handle this! What happens? You bleed. *OOPS, what is that look?* How often? Every 28 days or so. That one was easy. Won’t you bleed to death? Of course not. Back to easy, peasy! What if you don’t have it? *DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!!* Well……. we will talk when your older. * feeling weak kneed, this conversation must end! It is leading down a road I don’t want to travel just yet!*  Can you have sex with it? *Fainting* Come on!!!! When did she get that old? She is my baby, she can’t want to know about sex! Not yet, I am not ready!!!!!

She wants to know where babies come from….. And she isn’t satisfied with God puts them in the mommy’s belly anymore! She wants to know it all. I thought I was COOL mom, I am finding out I am DORK mom!!!

Before my oldest moved out, we talked. He told me he wanted to live with Ash before they got married. He figured if they could get along living together, they would make it. He told me she was his soul mate. He told me they didn’t want children anytime soon and were careful about it. I didn’t die, I didn’t faint dead away!! I was COOL mom. I told him I was proud of him for being responsible! I told him I was glad he found her so young. I told him I just wanted him to be happy!! When she moved  in with him, I helped them get their house set up, gave them pots and pans, dishes and cups, sheets. Asked them to set up a spare room so mammaw wouldn’t think they were sleeping in the same room. See COOL mom!!!

When The Boy got drunk the first time, did I scold him? Well, not at first I allowed him to sober up before laying into him. No at first I made fun of him! When he got drunk on Vodka and grape Ne Hi, did I scream?  No, I offered him grape Ne Hi every chance I got! Seems grape Ne Hi isn’t so wonderful coming up!  When I got in my car, after he borrowed it to go out, and found 3 condoms, did I freak out? Well, yes! Who wouldn’t? But after I recovered and picked my jaw up off the ground, all I did was tell him to get his “stuff” out of the floor board. When I walked in on him…um….”taking care of business”, did I die? No! I freaked out, but recovered nicely, by asking him when the bathroom light went out. You see the bathroom is right next to his room and that is where I ran went to when I retreated. See COOL mom!!!! 

Now with Little Miss, I am finding COOL mom has left the building and has been replaced by DORK mom. She asks questions and I stammer around like an idiot! Am I getting too old to be COOL mom? Is it my age that is making me DORK mom? Or is she just harder? The boy’s couldn’t get pregnant. They could get someone pregnant, but they couldn’t get pregnant. I talked to them about being careful, being responsible. I told them if they got a girl pregnant, it was just the same as them being pregnant. They would have a child for the rest of their life and they would forever be tied to the girl. See scare the hell out of them, well, it has worked so far. But Little Miss, I fear screwing her up! Advice?

Speaking of the devil spawn, she is up so I must go. So until next time……….

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

Four toes and a foot……

What does the title mean….. It’s further down in the story! Keep reading…… 

Well, I tackled Little Miss’ room yesterday. Six hours later, I finally put the sheets back on the bed. As always she was all fired up to help me clean. You know, save all of her wonderful treasures from the yard sale box or worse yet the garbage bag!

She willing let go of her little Bratz, not the big ones, but the little ones. She also let all of her Polly Pocket stuff go. She hasn’t played with either in 6 months so she finally decided she would do away with those 2 boxes. Those damn Bratz freak me out! Big headed bitches! Glad to see them go, now if the big ones could find there way out the door……

She was in there all of 15 minutes before she was exhausted! She kept asking if we were done yet. I kept asking, as I sit in a piss smelling closet under a pile of toys and junk, if it looked done yet. I finally told her to go away and leave me to the actual cleaning of the room. I work better by myself really. The garbage bag gets way fuller when I clean by myself. None of that….But mom…..that is my folder from kindergarten……..there is still chips in there………I do wear that shirt………that’s my favorite toy………

I swear the kid should have rats the size of her in there. At the very least an army of ants! I found more food in there than I have in the kitchen. OK, I must be fair, it was the bags or wrappers of food not the actual food for the most part. The dogs take care of the food! I did find some food, don’t know how the dogs missed it. I allow her to eat in there, it is my fault. I will take the blame for it. I tell her to bring everything, wrappers, plates, cups and such back to the kitchen, but she has a memory problem. She can’t seem to remember the rules!

I was asked yesterday, why we have 200 rules in this house. We don’t have 200 hundred rules, it might seem like it to her because she has to follow the rules, unlike me, but there is nowhere close to 200 rules. She says the rules are too hard to follow, you be the judge…….here are the rules I laid down yesterday when I got through the disaster area, she calls her room……

1. When you are done eating something, put the wrapper/bag in the garbage.

2. If you are eating off a plate, when you are done, take it to the kitchen.

3. Take the cup from the night to the kitchen in the morning.

4. If you spill something let me know so I can clean it up!

5. If Daisy pees in your floor, let me know so I can clean it up!

6. Dirty clothes go in the basket.

7. Clean clothes go in the drawer. If you get it out looking for another shirt/shorts PUT it back in the drawer, NOT  the floor.

8. If it falls off a hanger, hang it back up!

9. and the biggest one yet…..DO. NOT. LEAVE. FOOD. IN. YOUR. ROOM!!!!

Too hard? I didn’t think so.

I found out a few things yesterday as I cleaned that nasty room…..

1. Daisy not only shit in her closet, she pissed in there too!

2. Misty has bladder problems…..she leaks pee in the bed while she is sleeping. I thought she was dribbling urine, but now I know she is.

3. Miley, the kitten, could piss through the thick towel under her box.

4. I raised a PIG!!!!

5. That kid has too much stuff!!!

My vacuum cleaner hates me! It sounded like it was picking up rocks! The carpet cleaner, doesn’t like me much better. The part that holds the dirty water…….EWWWWWW!!!!! Kinda a yellowish, greenish, brownish water and it stunk worse than it looked!!!!! To be fair, her carpet is dark green, so that explains the greenish color. Her room was really dusty, that explains the brownish color. And I am sure I know the explanation for the yellowish color.

Little Miss is going to VBS with her grandparents, it is at night. WOOT!!! They leave around 4pm, and don’t get home til about 9pm. Peace and quiet!!! Of course Hubby has been home, so that kinda spoils my peaceful time. I love my husband, really I do, but……sometimes I just want to sit in peace and read my blogs, PLURK, watch TV, or just be by myself. I relish the time I have in the morning before Little Miss gets up. In fact I don’t go outside for as long as possible. If I go out or let the dogs out, MIL sees me and she will call or come over. And if the hellions are there, well, you know they come over and wake up Little Miss. SO the dogs can cross their legs and wait for a few.

Last night hubby got up and went to bed early, I turned on the computer. I hadn’t read my blogs yet and wanted to catch up. I no more than turned it on and got on the first blog and here he came back. I know he wanted me to turn off the computer and just look at him, but I didn’t! I kept right on reading and commenting. He did his whole sighing thing and threw in a grunt or two. I asked him if he was OK. He said he was. I could feel him boring a hole in my head, I ignored him. I asked him if something was wrong, he said everything was fine. He swapped my TV show, I said nothing. After about an hour, he got up and went to bed without a word. I know he was mad that I didn’t get off the computer.

What is the difference between him going on the computer and looking at his 2 favorite rock station sites and then going on EBay and staying on the computer for a couple of hours and me reading and commenting for a couple of hours? I hit way more sites in way less time. I don’t sigh when he is looking at the thongs on TAK or Rocket. I don’t say a word if he looks at motorcycles for hours on end. I get up and look when he wants to show me something, I even fake interest! I was on a page with the picture of the cutest baby, I showed it to him, he said cute. Then he sighed! I hate that sigh! It’s his I am pissed off about something sigh!

On to the toes!!!!!! Last night Little Miss was in her room and she started banging on the wall, it is her way of getting mom to come to her room. Hubby was in the bed, so I was trying to get there quick, before she managed to wake up grumpy butt. I went down the hall to fast and I ran in to this…..

I rammed 4 toes in to it. I damn near puked in the hall. I couldn’t put weight on my foot. I went to bed with 4 pounding toes and the end of my foot was hurting too. My best guess, 3-4 broken toes…. I am fairly sure that 2 are anyway! And maybe that bone at the bottom of my toes. I shall suffer through. No sympathy from Little Miss! None from Hubby who got up right after it happened!

I can walk on it slowly and painfully. I have to clean the office tonight, so that should be fun!

I let Little Miss stay up by herself last night. Can you say mistake? She never came in my room, but…. She was in the kitchen prowling around, she was in the living room with the dogs and I could hear her every word. Even the SSSSHHHHH, to the dog in the pen wagging her tail. I was up for awhile listening to her. I am not sure what time she actually went to sleep, I know it was LATE!!!

Yes, the dog in the pen is Daisy. Hubby has decided she must be crated again. And that she shouldn’t spend the whole day outside. Seems she keeps wrapping the cable around her legs. Around the back leg and then she limps around on it. Around the front leg and it leaves cable marks. I say she is doing it on purpose, she knows how to get back in the house. PITY!!!

Hubby just called, he is mad. I am pissed. He is mad at work and I am pissed at him. I hope he is tired and he will get over it. He is mad because the company is going to govern his truck back to 64 mph. He can run 75mph now. He runs the Interstate a lot and that is the speed limit.  He says his truck is getting 5.25 mpg now and if they turn it back it won’t get 4 mpg. And where it is taking him 5 hours to get back from Nashville with cement, it will take him at least 6 hours when they turn it back. He wants to find another job! He says he will wait til after my doctor’s appointment on the 25th, but then he is going to look for another job.

Here’s my gripe………who the fuck cares how many miles per gallon his truck gets? I am not paying for his fuel! Who gives a flying rat’s ass if it takes him an hour longer to get the damn cement? Can you say OVERTIME!!!! Where the hell is he going to find a job driving that pays as well as this company? I mean he doesn’t make a fortune, but most driving jobs only pay 8 bucks an hour, local haul or 23 cents a mile, for over the road! We went the over the road route before….it doesn’t work for us, he doesn’t like being away from home. And we sure as hell can’t make it on 8 bucks an hour! We are barely making it on his pay now!!! I hope he is just tired and ill!!! Maybe he will come to his senses before he does something stupid! He likes his job and most of the people he works with.

Granted, the company is on a money saving kick. They took away uniforms, they took away the monthly safety bonus, among a few other small things. You know the bosses can’t provide breakfast for the workers for no reason, no BBQs just because they want one, small things. And the boss has a fund to use for whatever he wants to and he still does the grilling from time to time. And I know Hardee’s biscuits are still being brought in! And the safety bonus….The boss drew names out of a hat, 3 names, usually the same names…..His son, the lazy driver and the dingbat! And anyone who happened to be injured during the month, name still in the hat. That is a great incentive to not get hurt on the job! One winner…..dropped blocks on his foot and broke 3 toes, that month he was the top winner of $150. Hubby won it, when he was down in his back! It was a screwed up system anyway. And the uniforms…..not exactly taken away, just changed suppliers and the workers would be getting screwed. Lost clothes, the employee had to buy more. Weekly cleaning service, only if all employees did it.  It was a screwy deal.

I guess I should go…I am going to try and get The Boys room clean today! That is the source for so many odors! And not just the dog smells…..  GROSS! Wish me luck, I warned him , I hope I don’t find anything I don’t want to know about! He is 18 after all. And after walking in on him that one time *shudders at the memory of it all* I fear what I will find. I still can’t walk down the hall without letting him know I am coming! *Can’t block the memory* The hellion is at mammaw’s so Little Miss should be entertained once she gets up. So until next time….

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

 

 

Oh, Lord, it’s gonna be another long day!

As you know I had a busy weekend, with all the cleaning going on around here. And Monday is my regular cleaning and washing day, so yesterday was jam packed too. Yesterday morning, I woke up all by myself, well not alone in the bed, because Little Miss can’t keep her ass out of my bed, but I just woke up earlier than normal. Somewhere around 7am. Hey, hey, hey…. not my fault I don’t have a real job to go to or a new born to haul  my ass out of bed early. So when school is out, 7am is pretty darn early for me. I just woke up, like I was shot. So I got up and had some coffee and Plurked and Twitted and wrote my post in peace. Then my day started. I washed 9 loads of clothes, cleaned both bathrooms, well enough, cleaned up the laundry room and reclaimed my kitchen, sorta. All of this leads me to a few gripes…. I will give them to you in a list form, if you have the answers to my questions, please be kind and share the answer with me……..

1. Why can’t men turn their socks right side out? Both men *LOL, men, yeah right* pull their socks down and it is either wrong side out or the toe is somewhere in the middle. Both men have stinky feet! I guess if I wore work boots all day I would have stinky feet too, but I would turn my socks right side out. By not turning their socks right side out, I end up with stinky feet smell on my hands! Gross? Yes! And it is at this point my nose always itches!!!! So GROSS!!! I spend a good deal of time turning socks, I have tried to do it after I wash, while I am folding them, no stinky hands, but  the socks don’t seem to dry, so…… If they would just pull them off right, they wouldn’t turn wrong side out!

2. Why does The Boy always have one leg pulled through wrong? Just one leg. Apparently he can slide on pants leg down but doesn’t have time to do the other and just yanks it off. This is yet another one of those irritating things! And another time waster! It’s not hard to take them off right or at the very least pull the leg through.

3. Why can’t I find actual cash in the washer or dryer? I have always said if it makes it to the washer it is my pay! I make like a buck a week! And that is usually in pennies. The occasional quarter may find its way in but not often! Why can’t they leave bills in their pocket? Receipts I find after I wash and the paper is scattered all over the other clothes, but bills never! OK, a month ago I found a 10 bill. I kept it! But that is really the only bill I have found since I found the 100 bill in the washer. That is a cute story……

 When The Boy was about 5 he went to mammaw’s and she always kept Pappaw’s fuel money under the VCR, 5 100 bills. The Boy took one and thought no one would notice. Well, he forgot he had it and it made it to the wash, where I found it. I immediately thought hubby was hiding money from me and confronted him. OOPS! He denied it, we fought, I threatened divorce, he offered to help me pack, it got ugly. Then The Boy admitted it was Pappaw’s. We made him take it back and give it to Pappaw. Pappaw just said, don’t do it again! If you need money ask and I will give it to you. So much for punishment. Well, until we got a hold of him. If I found a hundred now, I think I would just keep my mouth shut! heh!!!

4. Underwear skid marks….Nothing more to say!

5. Why does my cat back up to the side of his litter box and pee down the side? If he pees down the side then it ends up under it and it stinks to high heaven! The box is clean so that isn’t the problem, I have used this litter before so that isn’t the problem. I wonder if he is getting old or just trying to piss me off!

6. Why does Daisy feel the need to help clean out the litter box? I have told her too many times to count I will get it, but she still insist on eating the cat shit! I scoop the shit daily, or at least I try to beat her to it daily.

7. Why do I clean? I work my ass off and by night it looks like I have sit around and done nothing!

8. I have told Little Miss a million and one times, the ashtrays are for cigarettes and ashes, not garbage. But everyday I find gum wrappers, gum, food bits, and candy wrappers in them! Gum+ ashtray= nasty mess! Will it help to tell her again or should I just rap her knuckles the next time?

9. Why won’t hubby take out the garbage? He will once there are 3 bags sitting in the kitchen, but why won’t he get it out of the can and take it out of the house?

10. Why can’t hubby hit the ashtray with his ashes? I swear he flicks them at the ashtray and hits the table all the time! I spend a big chunk of my time cleaning his table!

OK, I will stop at a perfect 10.

I plan on cleaning either Little Miss’ room or The Boy’s room today. That is why I set my alarm for 7am this morning.

Last night, Little Miss asked to stay up, I relented and said that she could watch TV until 11:30, then off to sleep. I figured I would watch Will and Grace til 12 and go to bed. Oh how wrong was I? I finally got to bed at 1am!!! This kid will go to sleep in 3 minutes flat once she gets still, it’s getting her still that is the problem. I told her I was tired and that 10pm was bedtime if she didn’t go to sleep. FOR. THE. REST. OF. THE. SUMMER!!! She absolutely will not go to sleep if someone, meaning me, isn’t up til she is asleep. But she has to tell all the animals good night, tell me good night, tell me Love Ya, have her back scratched, you name it, she can come up with it. I have started refusing to scratch her back after 10pm, now she rubs her back on the bed for half an hour. I have banned her from telling the animals good night after 10. She still does it, but she is sneaky about it now. I put a 2 time limit on my good night. I even put a 2 time limit on Love Yas. My next option, just going to bed and leaving her ass up by herself. But that opens the door for bedside visits. Lord, no wonder I have so many gary hairs!

The Boy noticed yesterday that I got my hair cut. Observant isn’t he? I asked him if he noticed anything else. It’s a short haircut. I told him I colored my hair. Now he notices I have fewer gray hairs. Fewer? I shouldn’t have any, but sure enough on close inspection, I notice I have a few dozen short gray hairs right in the front! I give up, there is no winning against gray!

I guess I should go if I have any hope of accomplishing anything today!!! So until next time……

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

 

Weekend Update……

It’s Monday and I have quite a bit to grip about today. It was a long weekend so grab your coffee and take your pee break now. I will wait…. OK, now let me get my coffee and I will get started.

I’m back so I guess I should start with Friday……

After that impossibly long day, I finally fought Little Miss into the car and took her off to Grandma’s, I came home thinking I would have a few hours to myself, you know read my  favorite blogs, Plurk, Twitter, take a nap, you know have some me time, well, I was so wrong! Within 30 minutes of getting home, the house was invaded by Hubby and The Boy. The Boy just wanting to shower and go and Hubby, just wanting to try my patients!

Father’s Day weekend is the annual Wagon Train, for those of you who don’t live in my area, it is just a big party. It is suppose to be a horse ride, but it kinda turned in to a party. Long ago when it started, People with horses would load up and go to the field on Friday night. Set up tents and grills and sit around and talk about what a shitty year it had been. On Saturday morning, they would go on a 7 mile ride through town, go back to the field and have a BBQ and sit around bitching about how awful their horses acted during the ride. Get up Sunday morning and take up camp and go home.

There was always drinking, but now it’s more about the party than the ride. They still do the ride, but most are too hungover to go. We went several years, a friend was over it and we took the horses, it was about the only time Babydoll was rode. We never went on the ride, Babydoll wouldn’t tolerate other horses that close, rather we rode her around the field. We always had fun and too much to drink, but now others are doing it and they are a rough crowd and we prefer not to take Little Miss into such. Anyway, The Boy likes to go and it was a choice, bow fishing or Wagon Train. It was a hard one for him, both could keep him out all night. So there was a long and loud discussion between father and son. It was decided, he didn’t know what he was going to do, bow fishing and he would be home real late or Wagon Train and he would be in early in the morning. He was suppose to call and let us know, he didn’t.

Hubby decided we would go clean and get that out of the way. We got about 10 minutes from home and got caught in a flood! Not 6 foot waters, but some people couldn’t get out of their driveways for the deep water and there was water standing on the road. Hubby decides not to clean but grab something to eat instead. So we get to the resturant and wade through puddles and get soaked to the bone. The food was good though. I apparently griped about my hair too much, hubby decides we will be taking care of it that night.

He wanted no part of the mall, which has two hair places in it, maybe three. All of the other places were closed or full. I thought we had given up, nope, he carries me to Hel-Mart and they have a little salon in there. I know they are not in any way a part of Hel-Mart, but there was 3 of them just sitting, never a good sign. So I decide to give it a try, they have their licenses and have been to school and I am sure they know what they are doing, I mean they have to start somewhere, right?

So I sit down in a chair. The two just standing there keep asking the one who is to cut my hair if she is OK. After 4 times, I am getting nervous. I wonder if she is going to blow chunks in my hair, if she just had a nervous breakdown, if this is her first haircut, if her boyfriend/husband just left her for someone who looks just like me, if she pissed someone off and they are on their way down with a gun. You know nervous. So here is our conversation….In between the *s are my thoughts, in the () are what happened….

So how would you like your hair cut today?

I’m not real sure. *By someone who wants to be at work today?* I like the length but I am tired of it in my eyes and face, any suggestions?

How short are you willing to go?

Just above the collar? Maybe a little more, I really don’t want the little boy haircut today . *Please don’t scalp me*

OOOOK.

I am looking for something easy, I wash and go most of the time. I really don’t take time to fix my hair often. Everyone says a bob cut is easy, but I really don’t like a bob on me. And my hair curls up on one side and down on the other and it is hard for me to fix it and it look right. *I just realized you have a bob, and it is so cute, but on me it shows off my neck rolls.*

(She takes her first cut, about 2 inches above my collar. She continues to cut it the same length all the way around. She realizes she is giving me a bob.)

Do you like layers?

Yes, it is the only way my hair has any curl to it.

Long or short?

I have had both, which ever you think will look best. *But please, don’t layer it to look like a little boy cut.* (She went with long layers, the bottom, oh, 1/2 inch has 4 layers in it. I kid you not, she might as well have not cut layers.)

I can taper the sides, so they stay out of your face.

That would be great.

Long or short?

Either, just don’t give me a Mullet, hehe! * Looked good on Billy Ray Cyrus in the 90s but I don’t need one.*

Oh, it won’t look like that. *Oh, shit I have pissed her off.*

Have you ever had bangs?

Yes, I had bangs, but they grew out. * She apparently thought I said I LET them grow out.*

 OK, we’re done, I think it will look good when you fix it.

Thank You? * My bangs, they are still down to my bottom lip! And tapered, you must be kidding. I wanted a hair cut that was easy. This is not going to be easy. I wanted a haircut that was out of my eyes and face, now my bangs are long, but too short to tuck behind my ears.*

She rang me up and hubby paid her. I walked out still shocked that she thought I had a haircut I could live with. It took me walking half way across the store to regain my speech.

Hubby said if my bangs were shorter it would be a cute haircut. I said if my bangs were shorter I might be happy with it. Hubby thought I needed to color my hair, you know get rid of the gray and I might be happier. My hair goes red every time I color it. I had it colored by a woman who swore she could color it and it not be red, I walked out with Auburn hair! Which is RED!!!!

Hubby chose the color, Champagne blond, I told him my dark brown hair would not go to that blond, but he was convinced it would look good on me. We came home and he decides I should color my hair NOW. So I get out the box and read the instructions and decide it will only take 30 minutes or so and what did I have to lose. I hate the cut, why not throw on a color I don’t like!

Actually, I like the color. Of course it is nowhere near blond, but it is a lot lighter and it looks fairly good on me. It does have a lot of red highlights in it. My natural highlights are red and golden blond. So I expect red highlights, but even hubby liked it, even with the red. I still don’t like the cut. It would be cute if I fixed it, I think, but I really don’t want to spend time fixing it every morning and it is still in my face all the time. I will end up finding someone who will cut bangs on me and let them taper it down from there, or maybe just let them cut all of it off and start all over. It only took 9 months or so to finally give in and try someone new.

Saturday, hubby came in and informed me the house had a smell. A dog pee smell, we need to clean the carpet. And while we are moving furniture, we might as well rearrange it and clean down the walls, they are pretty dusty. And we can move the big screen out of the house since it’s not working, hey does your mom still have that stereo stand? I think the TV will fit on it. And while you are talking to her about that ask if we can borrow the carpet cleaner.

I think he got on crack! He had way to much energy for me and was rattling away ninety to nothing.

So I call mom and yes, she still has the stand and yes, we can borrow the carpet cleaner. Can she not hear the sound of my voice that says just say NO? So at 1 o’clock we head of to mom’s to gather supplies. Little Miss fears her room could get involved so she refuses to stay with grandma. The stereo stand, it is decided, is too small for the TV after all. Mom has an idea. We can get the stand out of the bedroom and switch out TVs if we want to. Her spare TV is bigger. Or wait, she has this stand in the closet, it might work out better.

We end up, taking the doors off the closet and unloading the stand and using the one from the closet. We leave her TV, dammit, it is bigger than ours. We gather up the carpet cleaner and hit the road again. We stop to pick up a few cleaners and a couple of cheeseburgers.

We get home and The Boy pulls up in his new ride. It has a few quirks, the blinkers turn on when you open the door, the horn doesn’t work, the gas hand doesn’t work and the speedometer jumps from 15 to 80 all the time. You know just a few quirky things. Dad said he could fix it. And of course he does his dead level best to do it then, so he doesn’t have to help with the house, I fooled him, I waited for him.

We forgot to get carpet cleaning solution while we were out, so we had to get it. We unloaded half of the room and was on our way out the door when pest #1 came up. He sat and talked for 30 minutes, all the while we were saying we needed to go. Before he could leave MIL and Red pull up, they sit and talk and we are getting further and further behind. We finally leave 1 hour and 30 minutes later. We got home and at 3:30 we only had half the room empty and nothing else done.

We worked until 11pm. When I say we worked I mean, he moved the furniture and washed the walls, I cleaned the knic knacs, the pictures and shelves on the walls, the furniture, the floors and did everything else. When we quit for the night, all the walls were cleaned, the floor on both sides was cleaned, the couch and recliner were cleaned, the TV stand was in place and set up with the TV and satellite receiver and half of the desk was cleaned. I was exhausted and he went to bed. I had to stay up with Little Miss, which meant I got in the bed at about 1ish. I was exhausted! Did the dogs care? Why hell no, they were all three in there at various stages of snoring,whining and running in their sleep! When did they all take to sleeping in my room? I didn’t invite them!

Sunday morning…… I got up too early! I was cleaning by 8 o’clock. I finally almost had the living room cleaned and put back together when we left at 3:30 to go clean the office. We got back and went to MIL to eat.

She went and got BBQ, she made Cole slaw and potato salad. I made baked beans. She had everything on the table by 10:30. We ate at 5:30! The Cole slaw tasted funny and the potato said was somewhat runny and had a wang to it. My beans, were cold! The BBQ was OK. Not a good meal!!! I swear, she wants to make us all sick. She could have put it in the fridge and we could have gotten it out as needed. She said she would have it ready when anyone wanted to eat. Be it lunch or supper. I guess she has never heard of food poisoning! 

Her brother came to eat, he is a BIG eater! I kid you not, this man is about 5′3 and weighs every bit of 400lbs. We say he is five foot tall and five foot round. There wasn’t much in the way of food left when we got there.  I guess we all got enough to eat though.

I came home and finished putting the living room back together and tried to reclaim the kitchen from the pile of shit that found its way in there. I had to run the dishwasher, we had no cups! And they all wouldn’t fit in there, I had to run it, unload it and load it again! I finally decided a visit to Dad wasn’t going to happen, so I called him. Two hours later, I got back to cleaning the kitchen! I got the counters cleaned off, the dust swept out of the floor. But the floor is still slick from Pledge over spray! OOPS! I will get to it. I told hubby to be careful, can I help it if he wasn’t paying attention? No he didn’t fall, just slid across the floor!

So what did hubby do all day while I was cleaning? He was visiting with various people who came over and he would come in and say, I ‘ll be in when they leave and help you. Oh, yes, he wants to clean and I end up with the majority of the work. He complained that the house was dusty. He complained that the walls were nasty. He complained that he wished we hadn’t started this. He did work, but my Lord, so did I. And he started it! 

I finally quit about 8pm. I will finish it today, maybe. The living room looks great though! I wish the rest of the house was done! Hubby called and said he would be home early, I bet he wants to start on The Boys room, he has decided it is the source of the nasty smell. Or as he puts it, “It smells like dog piss and his ass.” I don’t want to know what his ass smells like! Really the room smells sweaty. It is his sheets and mattress. the Boy has an inability to actually change sheets. I put them in there and he throws them in the floor. I put them on the bed and somehow after a couple of days they end up in the floor. And that is where Daisy had her Parvo runny shit. So I guess it does need cleaning.

Daisy prefers shitting in Little Miss’ closet or at the foot of The Boy’s bed, with the occasional pile in my room. She likes to piss in the hallway. I cleaned that carpet, it helped some. I had her broke, damn Parvo and spending 5 days pissing and shitting in her cage at the vet’s! I am beginning to wonder if I will ever get her broke again!

Well, I guess I must go Little Miss is up and I really need to get started cleaning and washing some clothes, before we are all nakkid. So until next time…..

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