There are some seriously sick people out there!

Google Pervs….Go away….Nothing for you to see here!!!

 

Someone was telling Hubby about a personal site. Not one of those dating sites but one of those free “you have a car to sell and need a date too, we can hook you up.” sites. And the things he was told that was on there, well neither of us could believe it, so we had to check it out ourselves. So add us to the list of sickos, I guess. OH MY WORD!!!!!!!!

We checked out our little state. And HO BOY there are strange people around our neck of the world.  And the things they say go on in the bathrooms of certain stores, well….let’s just say I will no longer be using public restrooms!

So of course we had to check out other states to make sure that they were sicker than our state. We weren’t disappointed! sick, siCK, SICK I tell you! I am not a prude I can assure you. I may not appreciate some of the, uh, stranger aspects of bedroom (or in some cases bathroom) life, but I feel like if you and your willing partner don’t have a problem with it…..go for it. Chains, whips, whatever. But some of these people are SICK! I am not talking about wanting children (That is beyond SICK!). OK, one example….. The title for the ad read……”I want to PUKE on you!” And I thought, ” That is just a way to get people to click on it. It has to be.” I was WRONG! *excuse me while I puke!* And that was one of the nicer ones!

I admit there were some rather attractive people who were looking for their soul mate. (They actually had clothes on and there were pictures of *shock* their face!!!!) They were looking in the wrong place, it may be free, but there is a reason. Some of these people I can assure you could have gone to a bar and had there pick of men and women. I just can’t fathom why they would advertise there. Now a good deal of them were prostitutes and those ads were mainly flagged. Some of them were looking for a rich older man or woman. A good number of those were completely honest about it…..”I am looking for a SUGAR DADDY.” I kid you not. But the majority were just looking  for sex. I don’t have a problem with that, if it works for you. But please, are there really that many sick people out there? If there are, I am opening up a new site and charging a small fee for ads and I will be RICH!!! Justforsickos.com!

Now I have a few suggestions for those people who would advertise there……

1. Fix your damn pictures! If they are sideways on you damn computer they are sideways on every body’s computer! On your computer there is a place where you can flip those suckers upright! You may appear to be laying down, but the pictures are sideways too idiot!  

2. If you are truly looking for a long term relationship, perhaps you might want to show a picture of something besides your….uh….. package! A picture of your face might be nice. MORON! 

3. If you really want to find the man you met at the local hardware store….Maybe run the ad in the area of the hardware store and not in five different areas and your face might be a more appropriate picture than your bare breasts!

4. If you are a dark skinned woman, do  not take your picture against a dark wall, in a dark room. Really all that is seen is the fuchsia bra and panties set you are wearing.

5. Even if you are a single mom, please do not include pictures of yourself with your children! So very NOT cool.

6. If you are in to some very sick shit, add it to the ad, do not mention it in the title of your ad…… “Am looking for a woman to take a dump, not wipe or shower and come see me.” *excuse me I puked a little in my mouth. I swear that was an actual ad!!!!!!!!* Maybe you should mention that later. UGH!

There are so many more suggestions I could make, but…… nausea at the thought of some of these ads prevent it. Like I said if it works for you and you can find someone else who desires the same… Go for it, but UGH. Suffice to say, my husband, found the ads HI- LAR- I- OUS!!!!!!!!!!! And, I admit some of them were rather funny, if not completely desperate. (“I need a date within the hour…call me.” And she actually listed her number!)(For the record no we did not call. Though I was curious if it was her true number.) I am sure he will peruse them again, he thought them soo funny. All I asked of him was he not answer any of them. With a roll of his eyes, I was told, “That would not be a problem!” heh!

So now that I have informed you of the sick people we share the world with (I am sure you will be searching for the site. heh!) I will go for now. Until next time……………

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

And yes a dog died…..

Not  one of mine! And I wasn’t responsible for it’s death. I will get to it in a few minutes. So how was your weekend? Mine went fairly well. It just seemed exceptionally long. I guess it was hot and I spent a great deal of time in the house under the AC, so it seemed much longer.

Friday night  date night, sucked! I was down in my back still so it was computer and reading. Little Miss did stay with Grandma which was a shocker in itself. I fully expected her to change her mind and stay at home. Folks I am still reading Sense and Sensibility! I swear the damn book is getting longer! Jane Austin is adding to it as I read! I know it is her, because they still talk funny! It is holding my interest but good grief, I have never taken so long to read a book. I swear the whole bunch of them are dyslexic in their speech! The words at times, seem all out of order! SO much for speech flowing nicely in that time. I guess I prefer the 1900’s for speech. With it’s elegance and flow. But I will finish the book and find out who they end up with!

Saturday night we went to the boss’s house and visited. I did enjoy it. We had pizza and was suppose to watch a movie, but we ended up sitting around and talking. Hubby shared beer with K and I shared a bottle of wine with his wife, who happens to share my name. Yes, it gets a bit confusing when we are together! When we went to get the pizza, the girls stayed with their daddies. We were have a peaceful conversation when this couple on one of those “gator” 4 wheelers (kinda a cross between a golf cart and 4 wheeler) pulled out of a side road in front of us, they had 2 dogs chasing them. (In all honesty they should have stayed put, they pulled across in front of us and in front of a car that almost hit them. I guess they were in a hurry.) Aneeway, one of the dogs run across the road in front of us and though she tried to miss it, she hit this monster dog (A German shepherd, husky size dog of unknown breed.) She hit the brakes but it was too late. Her choices were….the dog, the “gator” the couple was on and the car behind them, or the ditch) The dog seemed to be the best option. She felt bad and was going to stop, but the couple kept going and we had to assume the dog did not belong to them and had no idea who it might belong to.

So we get just a  bit further down the road and she spots another dog in the road, a small wee little thing. And she is about to get nervous, when the dog comes up on the stop sign and wait for this……….STOPS AND SITS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!! When she gets through the intersection, he gets up and continues across the road!!!!!!!!!!!! It was absolutely unbelievable! I wish we would have had a camera or a video recorder! We could have gotten rich!

Wanna hear another shocker? I drove to their house and home in MY car!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is only 15 miles or so away, but I drove and hubby rode with me. Now Little Miss wanted to get out and walk, which I was fully willing to allow, but hubby wouldn’t let me tell her she could. And for the record, the half a bottle of wine  I had was over a period of HOURS and it had been quite a while since I had my last drink and Hubby was in far worse condition! And if I want The Boy to know about it, I will tell him and I ain’t talking!

So Sunday was to be my day of rest, considering we didn’t get him until a little before 1am and Little Miss had issues with sleep (she didn’t want to go to sleep.) and I was up early because my stomach had issues with the pizza and wine from the night before. But Little Miss decided she was in the helpful mood and she straightened up the house and put in a load of towels I had to deal with. But all in all I was a bit lazy. Little Miss went to the church potluck dinner with mom and dad and hubby decided to go to look at a truck and get groceries. His boss knew where the truck was so we ended up back over there.

Have I mentioned the boss is a talker? I love him to death. (always have thought he was a sweetie. He was a year or two younger than me in school and I always thought he was so sweet and quiet! Boy was I wrong!) (Small note, I went to school with his wife in high school and every class we had, she always sit behind me, alphabetical order *Sl….St…. I always thought she was a sweet girl too.) Aneeway, I thought the men would never get back! I swear they went only a couple of miles and it took a couple of hours! But we finally made it to town to grab those few things we had to have, just in time for the MONSOON to hit!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I found that the Dollar Tree, is one cold Muther fuckin place when you are soaked to the bone! And Hel-Mart………Like a freezer!!!!!!!!!! The Warehouse, wasn’t so bad, the monsoon passed and I dried a bit before we got there. But my leg decided it had a mind of its own. Ever heard Larry the Cable Guy talk about the people you see in the Wal-Mart at 3 in the morning? Well, I was one of them! Either my toe was dragging the ground when I moved my foot forward or my leg would swing out to the side and around (like a half circle). Which made my hips kinda look like I had a hitch in them and I looked and felt like a complete moron! People were staring and I wanted to hide behind the shelving! But I survived the whole ordeal and made it home in one piece.

Hubby decided to go ahead and haul of the load of logs he had on and I was going to play around on Facebook. The phone rang and it was Little Miss, seems that instead of getting home around 8:30 like they thought they would, they got home at 7:15 and she was wondering where the hell we were! (We got home about 8pm, so much for a quick run for groceries, we left at 2:30!) So I got to drive my car AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

So far this morning, my walking is better, still a bit down, but surviving as usual. I do have to wash a couple of loads today and clean up this pigsty of a house. And of course I must go harvest my stuff at Farm Town, because you know I am working toward buying me a house over there and 70,000 bucks means you have to harvest a bunch of watermelons and sunflowers! And then there is Vampire Wars and Mafia Wars and some infernal Pirate game. Damn Melody!!!!! *I would link to her, but damn if I can find the link right now, NEED MORE COFFEE!!!!!!!!!* She hooks me on these games and then I just don’t accomplish anything! But I love her aneeway!!!!! *Hugs!* So until next time………….

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

Who needs alone time?

Well, I do dammit! Will I ever get it? It ain’t looking good! Little Miss decided that she would be staying at Grandma’s for 2 nights. Not for consecutive nights, no that would be too simple, but Wednesday night and come home on Thursday at some  point and go back for Friday night. You know she wants to give Grandma a break. Where is my break? Just asking. OK, my break is when she is at Grandma’s I know, but…..

So aneeway, I got all excited. I would actually have the house all to myself for all day! I could listen to my tunes, with both ear thingies in, so that I actually get the stereo effect I am suppose to get. I could play games on the computer, without someone sitting on the arm of the chair telling me my next move, or hell just taking over the game, because really I have no talent when it comes to games and must be banned from ever playing them without skills. I could surf the Internet without anyone wanting to know why I was looking at that, wondering why I am looking at such stupid sites, asking when exactly I will be done.

Clean at my own pace. Vacuum without anyone wondering when I will be turning off the noisy thing. Dust the things I never dust, without anyone asking why bother. Dig out closets or drawers without constant interruption.

Eat oh, glory be, eat without having to fix for someone else first. Or going to get what my mouth has been watering for only to find someone else has already eaten it! Drink without someone sharing my drink. Eat the last cookie without the stares making me  feel guilty.

You know all those things that I could do before children!!!! I never figured on getting to do it all, not even half of it. What I really was looking forward to was the eating, music and computer time. These I do all at one time.

So yesterday afternoon, my dad comes and gets Little Miss. Hubby is at home, but in a relatively good mood. I started cooking supper and decided to lay down for a minute. BIG mistake. When I went to get up, I somehow twisted and raised and something went pop and now I am damn near immobile! Wonder-fucking-ful!!!! *Please excuse my “french”* It hurts to breathe let alone move. My legs are now the size of huge trees and they weigh damn near as much! Or at least that is how they feel, they look the same as always. Even turning my head somehow pulls on my back and sends a “OH. MOTHER. FUCKING. SHIT!!!!!” pain through me that will not let up!

Hubby, I must give him credit. Not much but a little. He felt bad for me, he helped met to the couch, he finished up supper, he brought me a plate and a glass of tea. Then he fuckin went outside!!!! Left me with the damn crackhead dog who wanted to go out with him and she commenced to whine, beg, whimper, run and, oh yes, jump in my lap! Once he came in…..he piled up the dishes and then got on the computer! Dinner dishes, still sitting on the counter. I will give him a bit more credit. He cooks faster than I do, makes a bigger mess too. I was cooking breakfast for supper (I love this concept. Quick, easy and limited mess. When I do it.) Now when I cook bacon, it seems to take FOREVER! I apparently cook it over the heat that comes off a lightening bugs ass! (No matter what the knob says) He cooks everything on HIGH! I admit the bacon was done in mere seconds, but the amount of bacon grease on the stove top, wall and counter will take years to scrape off. But, he did help me out.

Aneeway, I thought to myself……”Self, you will still have the house to yourself tomorrow and even though you are down, nothing is comfortable, you can still get in the computer chair and have a day on the Internet! SCORE one for me! You may be in pain, but you will still have your peace and quiet.” Bonus……since hubby felt so bad that I hurt so much (I had tears!!!! I usually just scream and cuss a lot, this time I cried!!!!!!) he gave me the bed. He slept on the couch. Good Man! A whole bed to myself! No elbows, no knees, no snoring, no grumbling.

So I woke up this morning, worse than when I went to bed, but so excited that I had the house to myself, then I heard the knock on the door. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! It was hubby coming by to check on me, sweet! But I didn’t have to answer the door, NO, The Boy did!!!!! Oh holy HELL!!!! That’s right….No Little Miss, no Hubby, but The Boy wasn’t loafering today!!!!! He finally left and what did I hear? Yes, Bug was pulling up in the yard!!!!! Who the FUCK did I piss off?????? I love Bug and she can visit whenever she wants to but for all that is holy in the world, I just want a little time ALONE!!!!! So now she is gone and I fully expect Little Miss or MIL to come in any minute!!!!! Because I have apparently pissed off the powers that be and they are going to make me pay dearly, in the form  of my sanity!!!!! OK, I am at this very second alone and I am going to go and get the bacon and muffin that was left from last nights supper and then play a bit on the computer! I swear if I open that fridge and that bacon and muffin are gone……..Heads are going to ROLL!!!! Until next time…………….

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

Edit…..The bacon and muffins were right where hubby hid them for me. Yes we must hide food here if we really want to eat it ourselves! But The Boy ran off with my ear thingies!!!!!! I know why animals eat their young!!!!

Not a religious post, I swear!

I read a book. Well, actually I have been reading many books, but this one really caught my attention.

Years ago I used to watch Sylvai Browne every time she came on Montel Williams. She absolutely amazed me. Not just her predictions, but her outlook on life and spirituality. I always said, if I ever ran up on one  of her books, I would get it and read it. Of course I wasn’t going to give 20 some bucks for a book, I am cheap that way, but I looked at yard sales, flea markets and such. Wouldn’t you know, living in the bible belt, people just don’t read (or at least admit to reading) such kind of books. Graphic romance novels you can find at the preacher’s yard sale, but a book slightly left of, what is taught in the Bible, OH NO!

But I was in one of those stores that buy out stores that are closing and I was looking through the book section while hubby was looking at tools and there was one of her books. (Now I admit I have never found a book that would interest me there before. Most of them are travel books (sights to see in Bangladesh or some other such nonsense) or cookbooks (The fine art of Sushi, using that poison fish. Yeah, I need to know how to do that.) (OK, I just figured out why these places went out of business.)) Aneeway……..There it was, sitting on top of a pile of romance novels, cheap (2 bucks) and I thought, “I will be damned! I have looked for her books for years and couldn’t find one. It must be fate screaming at me!” So I tucked it under my arm and only informed hubby that I had found a book (he absolutely thinks she is a fraud and can’t believe I would watch her. I told him it was entertainment, he didn’t believe me. ASS!)

So I came home and while dearest darling (that would be hubby) was on the computer, I started reading. The name is “Exploring the levels of creation”. The lady makes a lot of sense. OK, I admit she has some beliefs, that I feel, may be a bit over the edge, but those beliefs aren’t bad. In fact, I really like a lot of her ideas. Go ahead call me a nut! But really, the idea that fairies, elves, gnomes, unicorns and such actually exist, on a different level from us, is a wonderful thought. The idea that they could exist to help forest animals and such is sweet. To help children. Wonderful. ( And I am really beginning to believe that I have pissed off some deva. I mean please…the dishwasher, the dryer and now one of the eyes on my stove! What is next? Don’t answer that.) 

She also believes that the Old Testament was wrote by men and that it was to scare people into what the church wanted of them. In her words (well, not her exact words, because I would never find the a quote that would fit exactly, but close enough.) God is made to be a vengeful God in the OT and she doesn’t believe that He is. She states she just doesn’t see Him turning someone in to a pillar of salt, just because they looked back when He said not to. That is one example. And because he is all knowing, he wouldn’t have to ask Adam and Eve why they were hiding (after they ate the forbidden fruit).

She also believes in reincarnation. But not the way I always believed it would be if we were reincarnated. Reincarnation is one of those things I never really made my mind up on. But I always thought, if we were reincarnated, it was sorta a Karma type thing. Live a good life, have a better next life. Live a terrible life, have an awful next life. (You know, beat animals in this life, be an animal in the next life.) ( Me and hubby often joke that we had to be rich and selfish in our last life and that is why we have such money problems now.) But she believes that we are reincarnated to learn knowledge to perfect our souls. And that we decide how many times we reincarnate.

She also believes that there are other places in the universe for us to live (Not as in Mars, but other solar systems.) She says Earth is the only Hell, that there is no devil or actual Hell. Evil was created by free will, not by the devil. She says there are dark souls and they have hierarchy of there own, but no horned, pitch fork welding, red little man running the show.

In this book she talks about the different levels of several things.

The 7 levels of the underworld (this is where fairies and such would live, some of the levels can and do enter our level.)  These levels, according to her are run by Lilith, someone close to Mother God, like a friend of Mother God, I guess. She helps animals and children. Nice thought, huh? Kinda take some of the pressure off God. heh!

The 7 levels of life on Earth. You know them already…birth, childhood, adult, old age,  etc. She goes in to detail of what you learn in each level. Makes you better understand the teen years.

The seven levels of the Other Side. More like the different areas of  Heaven you can “live”  and what you would learn in each area.

And then she talks about churches (She has one herself). Mostly that a lot (but not all) of them have gotten more into having bigger congregations, which means more money, which means bigger churches. Kinda put preaching God’s words on the back burner. A lot of it makes a lot of sense. Politics have no place in church but a lot of them are more politics than preaching. Or they are around here. A whole church split down the middle and friends became enemies over something one man did. Either you supported him or you were against those who did. He started a new church and has since past on, but one man was able to tear apart a church that was together for generations.

I don’t buy into all that she believes, but some of it is quite interesting and if it is true, is a nice thing. I really like the idea, that we choose our own path in life by what we need and want to learn. Not that God is punishing us for something. Makes having a hard life, a little easier to bear. Think about it…..Choosing to have a hard life so that you can learn or show people tolerance versus having a hard life because you did something wrong in life.

Aneeway……..If you get a chance, it is an interesting book. Like I said I don’t buy all of it and what I have considered as possible, it is with some resistance. I wasn’t raised in church, I was taught the Bible, right and wrong and such. My grandmother was Catholic, until she married outside of the church, my granddaddy on that side was Pentecostal or Episcopalian. My mom was raised Baptist (Hellfire and brimstone Baptist). My dad was raised, I guess a bit of a mix of Pentecostal (or Episcopalian) and Catholic. (Him and mom are both in a Methodist church now.) I have over the years had a great interest in learning about the Catholic church. Just to understand a bit of my grandma’s raising.

I was taught tolerance and to have an open mind to other beliefs. I think that may be why I am drawn to learning about spiritual type things. And have an interest in other types of things like psychics and such. A lot of religions have aspects that I find intriguing, but nothing I would follow  as far as a religion. More of an interest in learning about different beliefs. Even like Wicca has aspects that are interesting, but aspects that would scare the hell out of me. heh! Kinda like Voodoo, interesting stuff but scary as hell! heh!! Maybe I just have an interest in learning. I am set in my beliefs, but I like to add to my knowledge. I guess I am a mutt as far as what religion I am.  So now that you believe I have completely slipped off my rocker and my guinea pig has fallen off its wheel, I will go. (Unbelievable, I thought this would be a short post.) Until next time………….

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANK YOU FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!

It’s Monday again……

Where are the days going? Seems like just yesterday the weekend was getting started and now it is over. Of course the weekdays seem to drag on and on. Maybe hubby is more of a cushion around here than I give him credit for. Really it has been hot here and so there is not much to speak of as far as weekend activities go.

Friday, Little Miss went to VBS and spent the night with her grandparents. The Boy spent yet another night on the Wagon Train. Our towns excuse for drinking and raising immortal Hell for 3 days once or twice a year. Yeah, yeah we used to go too. Of course if you are in the mind  to help out and set up, you can make it last almost a full week. This is what The Boy chooses to do. (just a little side note, he got clocked and came in Saturday morning with his eye black and it was swelled shut. I hear he was doing well, until that hit. Will he ever learn?)

Hubby and I went in to town to do a few errands. No police were involved and I was grateful. heh! It was a fairly good night. We went to get something to eat and yet again found that the choices are limited as to where you can go when you have to go forward only. I never knew there were so many curbs in town! One of these days we will get that fixed and be able to roll down the windows too!!!! And find out why the blinkers suddenly decide to stop working. Has to be electrical and hubby is good at that if I could just string him to the car and get him to check it out.

Saturday, I stayed in most of the day. Trying to get a little washing done. There are only so many places in this house to hang clothes and being able to wash 3 pairs of jeans every day and a half, just doesn’t get it. I thought I was caught up and then looked in the hamper in our bathroom. Good Lord, where do all the clothes come from!?!

Hubby had company all day, a man he works with wanted a little painting done and lo and behold my darling husband said come on over, I’ll do it. I wonder about him sometimes. He swear he  needs a break from work, but then volunteers to do all he can. Then gripes to no end that he is tired. I think he does it so he won’t have to help me out. heh!

Sunday was Father’s Day, did anyone not know this? I knew it, but my brain had a leak and I forgot to get cards and all of that nice stuff. I swear I know about these days and somehow the knowledge leaks out and I forget to do anything about it. I did manage to get out and  grab a couple of cards and put on a roast for my hubby. He has been wanting one and I just never seem to get it in the crock pot. They are just so much better if they cook all day.

My MIL, who usually has a dinner for every little holiday, decided that she wasn’t going to do anything. Well, I asked and she said she didn’t think she was going to do anything. Then before the night was over she told Little Miss that she might cook for it. I decided if she didn’t mention it to me, I would go ahead with my dinner plans and tell her to kiss my ass if she decided to cook at the last minute. She didn’t so my resolve to tell her off was wasted.

But I spent a good chunk of the day outside with my darling husband, the father of my children. Well, somebody had to. The Boy once he got home, spent the majority of the day in bed and Little Miss once she got home form church was only interested in the pool. But I got too hot, or at least I guess that’s what happened. I have really gotten to the point where I can’t take any amount of heat anymore. It’s like I don’t get warm, I roast. Anyway, I felt awful.

I guess I should have gone somewhere, but I am a stubborn soul and wouldn’t go, even after hubby sicked everyone on me. Little Miss, The Boy, even Easy E who called to wish his father a HAPPY day. I of course refused. One of these days, I swear the coroner will be out and say if she had only went to the doctor. Here is the deal, I was having chest pains (in my upper chest area on the left side) and I was hurting across my shoulder, up my neck and down my left arm. With the occasion twinge of OMG pain behind my shoulder blade. I was getting dizzy and my breathing was a bit off. OK, I was panting on occasion. (It hurt, dammit.) BUT…..I have been through this before. The docs always say I am young for it to be my heart, they generally check it (EKG and blood work) and then my dingaling doc sticks me in the hospital over night so that they can stick me with needles every 3 hours. Then they proclaim….TADA……It has to be gastric reflux. (Which I have been proven not to have.) It cost a fortune and I just get ill and hubby loses a day of work. They always say, NEVER assume anything, anytime you have chest pains come in, but then they treat me like I am an idiot. Some type of hypochondriac. Aneeway, I get tired of being treated that way. They seem to think that I think it is my heart and that I have some sort of major problem (Or I think so) I don’t know what the hell it is and I just want it to go away. I truly doubt it is my heart, or I would have already died!

The last time my chest and arm hurt, the doctor proclaimed it to be some sort of inflammation in my chest caused by he didn’t know what since I had not been sick, but it could be from gastric reflux. Sent me home with Prilesec and a steroid pack. Only took 7 hours. He saw me two minutes.

I felt better as long as I laid down or sit down (kinda blows their whole acid argument), but when I got up and moved, I felt awful and couldn’t breath. I guess I should have went and got checked out. I gave out just moving around. But I didn’t and I am still alive and kicking, so I guess what ever it was decided not to kill me. heh!!

Last night (Sunday) Little Miss was itchy. She has a rash, I can’t identify it. Not chicken pox, not measles, not fifth disease, not allergy related. Just a smooth, pink rash. It started on her chest a week and a half ago and spread to her arms and legs. It doesn’t bother her in the least during the day. Nope, no itchy, no complaining, no nothing. Let her ass climb in the bed and the itching starts driving her crazy. She can’t go to sleep for it. Some nights no problem, other nights it is hours of her complaining. Last night was one of these nights. And the fact that I didn’t beat her, proves the extent of my love for her.

If she itched all day, I would scratch her feet and legs all night without complaint. BUT…..She liked to have gave me a heart attack when she walked in the bedroom and poked me in the back. I got up, I had her put on lotion, which before seemed to help. (Not dry skin either) I think it was mind over matter, I told her it would help and it did. She had went to sleep by 11pm, shocking, I know. I got a shower and got in the bed by 11:30. I felt rough and I couldn’t go to sleep. I was mere milliseconds from dozing off when I got poked. Adrenalin rush. Scared the hell out of me! I got up and tried to help. Outside of lotion I am clueless (hydrocortizone cream doesn’t work, she is too young for Benedryl (that I have anyway). SO I agreed to sit up til she went to sleep, nice mommy that I am.

She went back to bed, only to be up again the very second I thought it was safe to go back to bed. She got on the couch. I swear she would be still for 5 minutes and the second I thought she was asleep, she would sit up and start scratching at her feet, legs and arms. This went on until 3am!!!!!! I read several chapters in “Sense and Sensibility”. Though comprehension my be an issue. I climbed in the bed at 3am, hubby’s alarm was going off, Misty was snoring and I was ill as a hornet! I finally slipped off to sleep somewhere after 3:30. I awoke this morning at 8:30 and thought to myself, OH, HELL, NO!!!!! But I couldn’t go back to sleep.

So here I am at 10:45, still in my jammies, yawning my fool head off and my eyes feel like sandpaper, writing a post that may or may not make a lick of sense. But I have posted and now I must go get dressed, clean the house and wash a couple of loads of clothes. I am seriously considering dragging a certain itchy child out of the bed (I swear she has not moved a muscle to scratch at anything), but I wonder if her ill mood would help matters at all. Might make me feel better, Aneeway, until next time…………..

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

It’s a wonderful day in the neighborhood….or not

So how is your week going? Pretty good here, I guess, well some of it sucks to high heaven, but not all of it.

Little Miss has been going to VBS all week. She leaves at about 4 and gets home somewhere around 9…WOOT! All would be wonderful if she would just go to sleep at night and quit griping during the day. heh! The pool was cleaned, filled and had the chemicals put in. Surprise, not by me! So Little Miss has been spending time in the pool with the Hellions. Thing is she doesn’t want to get out and get ready to go to bible school, so there is a fight. She wants to go to VBS, but she thinks she should be able to jump out of the pool and leave. No shower needed. EEEWWWW….you would think she was in water that is nearly freezing, she wouldn’t sweat. But she is one stinky little thing.

Did I mention that The Boy’s friend has the new baby? Yeah, they went to the hospital a few hours after the shower on Sunday and the bouncing baby boy showed up Monday morning. 6 pounds, 13 ounces and 19 inches long. He is a cutie and if I could get him away, I might would keep him myself. heh! We haven’t seen him, but his dad brought us a picture and he is adorable. Once we go this weekend to see him and he smells all babyfied…Well, I may have to sneak him out under my shirt. heh!!! I think I may proclaim him a grand kid….His dad is like one of my own, Lord knows I get one to him as much as I do my own. heh!! And his girlfriend (wife) is the sweetest thing, she would have to be to put up with him. heh!

My dryer is still blowing cold air….maybe I should get my MIL over here and let her blow a little hot air through the back of it. HA! At least her hot air would be useful for something. heehee. So I am using her tiny clothesline, when she isn’t using it (which happens to be near everyday, but it always has been. Its not like she is doing it just to be mean or anything.) and I have took to hanging clothes and such all over the house. It looks like redneck washday here! Because truly I don’t want to carry dirty clothes 30 miles to the laundry place. Apparently people around here don’t have a  problem with the clothesline. I happen to hate it with the passion of a million and one suns!!! The clothes and such get so rough and stiff. If this goes on much longer I am going to have to break down and have hubby throw up a clothesline. UGH! He wants to just go and buy a new washer and dryer….Yeah, we just have that kind of money laying around, let me go grab the change jar. I wish.

And on other fronts, we are hearing rumors……Seems the city, mayor and the city counsel members’ phones have been ringing off the hook since Sunday’s incident! From witnesses to the incident to people who just know my FIL and heard about it. Seems everyone LOVES my FIL and just KNOW that he wouldn’t do such. Of course they are also mentioning the treatment he received. My FIL has had numerous people come up to him and give him their names and numbers and told him if he needed them in court, give them a call, they had seen it all and would testify for him. We are also hearing about others he treated the same way. One girl has a harassment charge filed against him and the city is treating her like she is at fault, a whole business filed a restraining order  against him (And that was before he was hired to be a policeman for the city. Goes to show what kind of people we have running the city.), the list of shit goes on and on.

The latest rumor we are getting is that he was fired yesterday morning.We haven’t gotten confirmation of this one, but I am hopeful. Seems the city isn’t happy about all the complaints they are receiving because of this incident. heh! I swear we have had nothing to do with the calls! People just love my FIL and think it is awful how he was treated. Everyone says to get a lawyer and sue the snot out of the cop and the city. We are talking to the lawyer in the morning, regardless of whether or not the man was fired. I still say he should plead innocent, let the cop prove he got vulgar. (which he can’t) And since when is flipping a finger a criminal offense? Good Lord, we would all be in jail if that were true.

Anyway, I think you are all caught up now. I doubt I post tomorrow, since we have the appointment with the lawyer and hubby will be around. And with any luck, he will be able to work next week and leave me to my posts! All these pop up showers are killing the logging around here. Too wet to get in the woods=no loads going out and no work for hubby. Which means very small paycheck. Until next time…………

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

The cops around here are really bored!

It was really a boring weekend. All the way up til Sunday.

Friday, Little Miss spent the night with Grandma and we went into pick up a few groceries and a baby shower gift. Saturday was a really lazy day for me, I didn’t accomplish anything. We went into town and picked up a few things that night but otherwise, nothing. Sunday afternoon we went to a baby shower for The Boy’s friend. When we got home, we were all kinda lazy. I was looking forward to grilled pork steaks and taking it easy. Then we got the call and everything went south and fast.

(The remainder of this post is put together from what I was told by my FIL, hubby, hubby’s sisters and several witnesses to what happened.)

My FIL wanted buttermilk to go with his dinner and he went to the Pig to get a half a gallon. Simple, right? Well, if you think that you would be wrong. Seems out local policeman was there with a couple of young ladies who had a few prescriptions that did not belong to them and a baggie of various other drugs. My FIL ( a 70 year old man, who happens to not like our local police, he has no problem with the county or state police, nothing but respect for them. The city police are a different story.) got out of his car and according to the policeman, flipped the cop the finger and used vulgar language and offended and shocked 2 elderly ladies that were present. (My FIL detest vulgar language and has on a number of occasions threatened bodily harm to my son if he did not watch his language.) (FIL says he did not say one word to the policeman.)

This cop left the 2 young ladies and their stash and went to get my FIL. As my FIL was going into the store, the policeman called him, FIL turned around and went back to the cop. As he was stepping off the curb, the policeman grabbed him by the shirt and practically knocked him to the ground. (At this point, one of the witnesses decided to come get my husband since he didn’t feel that my FIL should be alone.) My FIL was arrested, handcuffed and put in the back of the police car. The 2 young ladies….were given a ticket, their stash was taken away from them and they were allowed to leave, even though they had no tag, no insurance and no driver’s license.

Hubby got to the Pig and waited until he could speak with the cop in charge. While he waited he spoke with the county policemen who just happened up on the situation and stopped. The county police thought it was ridiculous, but said they couldn’t do anything because the city cop had made the arrest. In the meantime, my SILs showed up. They spoke with several people who had witnessed all of it. None of them saw my FIL do anything, the first they knew of a problem was when the cop yelled at him to come to him.

The young city cop spoke to my husband and told him my FIL had flipped him off and used vulgar language. My husband said he was sure that his father hadn’t spoken in a vulgar way, the cop said he did, he also stated this was not the first time he had had a problem with my FIL.

(Small back story…..A couple of weeks ago my FIL got his 3rd or 4th no seat belt ticket, this cop gave it to him. My FIL doesn’t agree with the seat belt law and refuses to wear one (his argument is if he is in a wreck and he doesn’t have his seat belt on, the people in the other car are not going to be hurt worse. So he is hurting no one but himself by not wearing one. He agrees that children should wear their seat belts, but adults should have a choice.) Aeeway, my FIL pays his ticket before the court date and sees no problem. With this ticket the cop told him, if he caught him without his seat belt again he was going to give him another ticket. My FIL told him to start writing because he wasn’t going to wear one. Last week, this same cop was giving someone else a ticket and my FIL saw him as he was coming out of the store and he told him he might as well start writing him one too, because he wasn’t putting his seat belt on either. Pissed the cop off but he couldn’t do anything about it at that moment.)

My FIL told the city cop, he had a bad shoulder and his arms behind his back was making his shoulder hurt and that he couldn’t move his hands at all. The city cop moved away from the car and ignored him. A few minutes later he told the county, he thought his wrists were bleeding, because he could feel something running down his hands. The county got him out of the car and checked and sure enough both of his wrists were cut all to pieces! Huge gashes and the skin peeled off. The county took off his cuffs and bandaged his wrist the best they could. The city said he had put the cuffs on so loose that he had been able to rub his wrist raw. WTF???????

The city wanted to have his car impounded, the county refused to call a wrecker out since he had 3 children there who could take his car home. The city cop couldn’t find his keys then. Finally he found the keys in his pocket. My FIL asked for his lawyer, the city cop ignored him. My SIL asked what the charge was. The city cop said they would figure that out when he got him to jail. They never read him his rights. So long story and plenty of shit left out (My FIL asked for someone else to drive him to jail, the city cop said he had to ride with him, he had no choice, FIL told him he hoped they crashed. And other sorta silly things like that.)

Once they get him to jail, we are told it will be about 30-45 minutes to process him and then he can be bailed out. My SILs go to the bailbondsmen. They get everything filled out and then off to the jail they go. When they get there, the bondsman is told that my FIL is refusing to be booked and they are going to hold him for 4 to 8 hours. After 45 minutes (and found out later, my FIL asking for an attorney) suddenly they had him mixed up with another man and he will be processed and ready to go in 45 minutes. Found out the charge was disorderly conduct, $300. bond.

Once they leave the jail, they take him straight to the ER to have his injuries looked at and documented. The  nurse was appalled at what she saw, she said that they were not rubbed raw, but that the cuffs appeared to have dug into his wrists. They gave him a tetanus shot and put on some antibiotic stuff and taped him up. 

So he went to get buttermilk at 4:30pm and finally got home (without his buttermilk) at midnight. He says the buttermilk wasn’t worth it. 

We got him an appointment with The Boy’s lawyer, he goes Friday. This lawyer hates our little city, he says they have a kangaroo court and that the police here have let a little power go to their head. Should be interesting what he wants to do. We do know that there will be a complaint filed against the cop. We have heard a lot about him since this all happened.

And to finish out the “weekend” Monday……Washday…….My dryer died! But only after I found out one of the young man in the wreck has medical bills that his mom wants paid. I haven’t got a problem with that. I just wish they would have already told me so I could have talked to the insurance company to see if his injuries were covered under the policy. Now I have to go through an act of Congress because it has been a month since the accident and this is the first they have heard of it. And my insurance company reps are idiots. I told them that The Boy went around a curve, jumped a ditch and hit a bunch of trees. I swear to you, she didn’t ask if The Boy was hurt, she didn’t ask if he had passengers and if they were hurt. NO. She asked if any trees were injured!!!!!!! OH, YEAH! a bunch of idiots. Well, until next time……….

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

It is Friday, right?

Somebody please tell me it is! This has been a long week. Well, my cooked pinkie feels better today, just have a numb feeling with a hard spot….That is definitely better than the fire. It never blistered, just turned white immediately…. That same thing happened a few years back when I was lighting a sparkler for my nephew and the spark shot out and got my thumb. Somebody said that wasn’t a good thing, but I hate a blister so I wasn’t too upset. heh!

So I am still annoyed with Hubby but I am ignoring him better. I know it will get better, but Good Grief.

Talked to The Boy’s lawyer and feeling better about all of that. He just set up a court date to give him more time to talk to the prosecutor. And the no seat belt ticket was just moved to the same court date. So no worries about why they wouldn’t let him pay it. I guess he is worth the big bucks, the damned ole hick. heh!

Little Miss has been in good form, she blew on my MIL…….AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Something about her turn driving the 4 wheeler wasn’t as long as the Hellions turns and that Hellion #2 drove too fast and ran them through trees. AH, she is a sweetheart. Of course this same *angel* cried for 45 minutes at bedtime because Misty is getting old and she just didn’t know what she would do without her. I let her be, we have been through this before, no amount of comfort helps. I have told her Misty may be almost 9 but other than being achy and contrary she seems to be in good health. Well, she leaks urine on occasion and if I step in another wet spot it could be hazardous for her health.

There has been talk of cleaning the pool today. I refuse to help! If they would cover the stupid thing, they wouldn’t have to do this shit every year! I told them, but NNNNNOOOOO, they never have the time, well, they can crawl their asses in there and scrub. Besides I am having issues and I don’t feel like it. Massive issues at times. Can’t get up issues at times. I haven’t mentioned this to anyone, so let us be quiet….OK!!? Well, they know I am having issues, because…Well they have eyes and can see, but I haven’t mentioned how bad it has gotten this time. I am getting rather good at covering this stuff up.

I got on Facebook yesterday, on my personal one, where family, friends and enemies can find me. And OMG I found a girl I went to school with, never really liked her….she was one of the uppity, muckity higher class ones and she knew it. She was nice and all, but we were never really friends. (You know, never invited to her birthday parties or anything……I was crushed I tell you *insert eye roll here*) Aneeway, she put old pictures up from school. And I ran across one that I was in. I wasn’t tagged in it (Crushed again *eye roll again*), but there I was in all my *glory*. I forgot that I was even a cheerleader in grade school. Somewhere around 3rd grade I would say, it must have been so much fun, I mean how else could I have forgotten I did it? I remember all the kids in that picture, some were really sweet girls. I remember all of them….I would have tagged all of them….But of course that is the type of person I am. I wanted to leave a comment, but since I am not one of her friends on there, apparently I can’t. That kinda sucked. I can only assume she is the same type of person she was as a kid. A bit of a snob.

So what is going on this weekend with you? I haven’t a clue what I will do. I am on my last Danielle Steel book. Not the trashy romance novels I hoped for, but still somewhat entertaining. Thanks to a few Plurk friends, I may have a new addiction. I am going to look in to a book that they suggested and I understand that the series is better than Twilight. This could be a bad thing. My family could hate them if it does turn into an addiction. Since nobody here was very helpful, though I got a suggestion for Tom Clancy. I could really screw with the Liberian then. SciFi added to the mix. (Hi Joe! *waving like an idiot*)

Well, we are expecting company in the form of The Boy’s friend and his very pregnant girlfriend and their other baby. She is due at the beginning of July and they are at this point hoping she makes it until the shower on Sunday. Not even the doctor is expecting that. So in a very sweet move, he is bringing her with him. Ain’t he a sweetheart? So until next time……………

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

Enough?

I must say to begin with…..I don’t want to leave my husband and I don’t think he has the desire to leave me either. With that said…..

How much is enough? How much shit must one tolerate before it is OK to say the Hell with this? I blame the romance novels, TV and movies. I blame not feeling well and having time to think. Maybe I should blame hormones, hell I don’t know what to blame. I can only say I am not the happiest camper in the park right now. I wouldn’t say I am unhappy, just not happy. I am not miserable…slit my wrist and watch the blood flow out….unhappy. More along the lines of this is bullshit and I deserve more than this. It is really just a pile of small stuff that keeps growing. And it is at the point that I can no longer overlook it and have to stare at it daily.

I feel under appreciated, underpaid and at times completely unloved. It seems lately that I can never “do” enough. Supper is never quite what it should be and of course I am never “in the mood” enough.

No matter how the house looks, something could always be better. The ceiling fan is dusty, the floor needs vacuuming, I neglected to get all of the glasses before I washed dishes, the dishwasher needs to be emptied (because we all know it is soo much easier to get a glass out of the cabinet than out of the dishwasher…though the dishwasher is now a glorified dish drainer….so if the glass is in the dishwasher it is clean!)

And supper……UH! He never wants what I fix, no matter what it is. And this is overcooked, or chewy or too crispy. It doesn’t taste right. (Forgive me for changing brands of butter, who the hell knew it would taste rancid? His mother seems to like it, it is what she uses.) And God forbid I run out of something! Send me to the gas chamber because somebody ate the last slice of bread! Forgive me for eating during the day! How was I to know that you wanted the leftover chicken for a damn sandwich? He never eats leftovers without a fuss! So what am I suppose to eat during the day, if I have to wonder if he will want it when he gets home? Should I call before I eat? I think that would just run into another disagreement.

And “in the mood”? It is not so much as not in the mood, but how the hell do I manage it when he goes to bed before Little Miss and she insist on having her daddy time. Not to mention she is up and in the next room or that The Boy and his friends are in the next room. Exactly how does that promote the “mood”? And besides the point that when all of the outside world is not a distraction, I have never once denied him….me…..whether or not I felt up to it!

As I said small things that just keep adding up. The endless griping and complaining, the needless harassment about trivial things, the yelling about things that are completely out of my control.

He is not happy with his job situation, it is not exactly what was promised and that has hurt the paycheck, not to mention his back and neck. I am SORRY! I did not encourage him to take it. He constantly says he can get his last job back. He is constantly threatening to go back there. Yes, it is a threat. He was miserable there and screwed left and right. As a result he made it his life mission to make the rest of us as miserable as he was. It was not a happy place for any of us the last few months of that job. It is starting to be a miserable place to exist with this job. Not quite as bad, but slowly moving to it.

OH and The Boy………OMG!!!! I wish he would just get over it already! He screwed up, not his first time and not his last time, I can assure you! But I am sick and tired of listening to him gripe and complain and bitch and moan. He is my son too, I worry about him, I am worried about his court date, I worry about him out and about, I worry about the friends he keeps. I would much rather him in my yard piddling on something with those not so wonderful friends than off with them doing only God knows what! Right, wrong, or indifferent they are his friends and I can’t choose who he decides to run around with. I can caution him, but he won’t listen. I won’t say they can’t come here to hang out, because if I do that, he will just go somewhere to hang out with them. And besides he is a big boy and he was right there when the decision to drive my car was made! I refuse to believe that he will either be dead or in jail by the time he is 21. What good does it do to just keep harping on that?

I have had it up to here *”Here” would be a foot over my head!* with his shit! My good God just take the garbage out of the can and put it in the cart! Quit walking by and asking if we could put another 100 pounds of garbage in the bag! If The Boy is too much for you to handle……Kick his ass out and don’t cry about how much you want him home! And if you don’t want him to trade off the Blazer for a piece of shit truck……tell him! Don’t hand him the title, refuse to let him do it. If he gets mad, so be it!  If you feel that he owes you a car, take the damn Blazer like he offered! Don’t tell him he will need something to drive when he gets his license back, because he sees himself having a year to get the piece of shit truck in good running order!

And don’t give me that Little Miss has been that way since she was born, you should be used to it shit if you are going to explode because she is acting just like she always does. Because if I should be used to it, so should you! Spoiled child? You made her that way, what with  all the “She’s a baby….She is my little girl….But she wants it….. You just don’t understand…..” Well, you did it…..You deal with it!

No money? Sorry there too….I just pay the damn bills! Guess what? I am broke all the time too. No cigarette money? Slow your ass down, don’t just smoke all of yours and then move on to mine…… Because guess what….. I get just as ill when I run out! Hello…..ADDICTION! Haven’t had a Mt. Dew? Sorry, nothing I can do about that! Unless you think I can magically turn piss into Dew, sorry I am fresh out of magical spells!

And while I am at it…..Why the hell can’t you turn on the nice guy act for us? Raging idiot…..phone rings…..It is for hubby…… Nice guy…….. Hang up the phone………… Raging idiot! The silent treatment is just as bad! If you are pissed, when asked what the problem is, don’t just get ill and say nothing! I would rather know what the hell set you off this time than to sit and wonder what the hell happened!

And all those jabs in joking………. You know the ones……….”If you don’t like my mood, get the hell out……… Are you ever going to leave?…………. My girlfriend is a great cook, I think I will start eating over there………. Should we hire a maid, or are you going to do something today?”  Well, buddy boy, I am about ready to take you up on those offers! If your girlfriend is a good cook, bring me a plate and the go the hell back! And that maid, bring her on! And please stop offering me that out, I may just take you up on it! I do have a car now, I can leave.

I know you are joking, but please for the love of all that is good, just cut it out for a few days. I have always took your jokes in stride, but for some reason here lately they are more frequent and cutting clear through to the bone. I have told you numerous times and your, “I am just joking, can’t you take a joke anymore?” comments are not helping! Neither are the constant attempts at not so subtle seduction (for the lack of a better word). Yes, it thrills me to no end that after 20+ years you still find me attractive, but a grab to the chest while I am pouring boiling water down the drain is not the best time for it! Try me later, say when I am, I don’t know…….. talking to my mom or your sister on the phone, yeah, that would be a better time.

And such a small thing…..A little sympathy would be nice. I have never belittled any pain you might have. I have babied you to no end. I didn’t ask for one damn thing when I practically cooked my pinkie, I just told you that laying my pinkie finger on the stove eye that was on high, wasn’t the smartest thing I have ever done. I asked for no sympathy, it would have been nice…… So much better than the ”DUMB-ASS!!” I received! And I wasn’t asking for anything when I cringed while I washed the dishes and said finger was feeling like it was on fire. Why did you feel the need to “poor baby, you have a wittle burn” me? That, my dear, got you closer to being knocked flat on your ass than you have ever been! Yes, those joking comments are really getting to me! (The kiss on the cheek I got, was a bit too late and an offer to finish the dishes would have been much nicer!)

OK, I have griped about him enough. He is not a bad fellow, just getting on my nerves as of right now. I know there is a lot worse out there, but sometimes enough is enough and you have to blow. Until next time……………

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

Same ole Same ole….

Good Grief it seems like so long ago that I was here to give updates. And the shameful thing is…..I’ve got nothing really. Diddly squat…… It has truly been boring around here.

Little Miss is still up to her old tricks though I am really annoying her by ignoring it. HA! It is truly amazing how pissed she gets when she can’t get that rise out of me. Room not clean? It’s her neck, not mine. She has been bringing her clothes to the laundry room every Monday morning, she apparently has no desire to run nakkid all day….

The Boy…well he is The Boy. He has been in a fight, no injuries. He also has no desire to go nakkid, for his clothes appear in the laundry  room every Monday too. (If I had only known the threat of nakedness would do such wonders….) We did find out that apparently he is going to trial…..What the hell is his lawyer thinking? We are in the process of trying to find that out! My car…still sitting in impound….My stuff…..Still sitting with it! Really I just want my stuff at this point!

Hubby dearest? Still the same, though somewhat unhappy with his job, he is still trodding along. I do have a post in my head concerning him, but I must put a great deal of thought in it. Amazing isn’t it….me thinking before I speak. I amaze myself daily! HA!!

And me?????? Still poking along……I have, though, visited the library *if you could call it that, so few books, so much damn time* Yes, I have put down my Twilight series for the time being *really I want to read that last book again! Damn kids and wrecking my car!* My interest was piqued, “Wuthering Heights” is mentioned so often in Twilight, I had the desire to read it myself and see what it was all about. I am sure at some point in school I was suppose to read it, but……..better late than never. (I found that I agreed with ‘Edward’, neither had any redeeming qualities. But ‘Bella’ had her point with the love they had for each other, though it was a twisted sort of thing.) I did enjoy the book though. I found it to be somewhat hard to follow at times, what with all the servants speaking in what did not appear to be words I recall. (‘Aw’s niver wonder, bud he’s at t’ bothom uf a bug-hoile. This visitation worn’t for nowt, und aw wod hev ye tuh look aht, Miss-yah muh be t’ next…..huh? And that is one of the easier to decipher.) Some of the things had to be read and reread several times to get the idea of what the hell they were saying. But it did hold my interest.

While I was at the “library”, I also picked up a couple of trashy novels….Danielle Steel…..Didn’t know I enjoyed her writing, but she is rather entertaining. Out of the vast number of novels of hers that they had, I picked up Jewel and Ghost. I am currently reading Jewel, seems to be holding my interest. They only problem I am having with any of the books I seem to enjoy is………The male lead characters….. Oh please God, where are these men?!!!! I should be so lucky to find a man so romantic and charming! And attentive!!!!! I have to believe they do not exist, they have to be a figment of the author’s imagination. Of course it is a woman writing and of course she would have her ideal man, and what fun would it be to read about a man that is like a normal man!?!

I have a plan to confuse the Liberian….A classic and a couple of trashy novels….HA, keep her wondering what kind of person I am. HA! HA! I am completely clueless as to what classic I will get next. A friend said to get a Jane Austin next, that she was a wonderful writer. I saw a few of her books there, so maybe. My mom mentioned Dante’s Inferno, she hasn’t read it, but wondered if it would be any good. (Though I doubt the library I am going to would have it.  Just doesn’t seem the type of book someone would donate.) What would your suggestions be? I think I can cover the trashy novels, I swear they had hundreds of Danielle Steel books, but what classics do you suggest? Keep in mind being from the south, I have read or heard most of the Mark Twain stories. heh!

Other than my flower garden being completely free of weeds, I know a shocker in and of itself, I have really just been a peaceful soul. With the exception of the Internet thing.  I must admit, yesterday the Internet was extremely slow and I was ready to kill, but today, much faster…..Maybe they did finally bump it up to the faster connection. Of course now that I have mentioned it….it will probably go so slow that I could walk to the sites and get through them faster.

Well, I need to go, the dogs are begging to go out and I really need to get out of my jammies before someone catches me sitting here in them at damn near dinner time. HA! Until next time………..

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