Sad day

I am feeling very down today...one of my friends from work, we will call her Jean, well Jean's daughter was murdered. They found her body the night before last in her car at local hospital in the parking garage. Jean's daughter's boyfriend is in jail on a 1 million dollar bond. He stabbed her to death in front of thier 9 month old son....They have him charged with 2nd degree murder and armed criminal action....fucking bastard!!!....Jean's grandson is in state's custody right now but I hear Jean is going to try and get the baby......It just makes me sick....I am going to make some food for Jean and her family and take it over to thier house....I will also go to the visitation...Jean's daughter worked with us at Hallmark for a while....she was a very sweet girl, although she always seemed kind of sad....Jean had told me before that her daughter's boyfriend was abusive and I saw her daughter come to work with black eyes and so forth. I just can't imagine the pain that poor woman is going through right now. I wish there was something more I could do to help ease her pain....It would be bad enough to lose a child, but to know that your child was murdered and then just tossed into the trunk of her car like a discarded suitcase and left there for several days while the fucking asshole that did it just carrying on like nothing happened....so anyway, I will be saying a long prayer this morning for my friend and her family

First loves

So 10 yr old comes home from school yesterday and she comes in the house and the first thing she says is.."Whew, thank god, I not single anymore." I laugh and ask her what she is talking about and she tells me that she has a boyfriend and he is H.O.T. I asked her if he has a fever...she rolls her eyes and me and she says "No mom, I mean is F.I.N.E. fine! Oh jeez.. it's starting already....First boobies and now boyfriends...the fun is just beginning isn't it...

Yeah company!

I just found out that my birth father and his wife are going to come up and visit in the next week or two...I am excited...I like them..alot! I met them for the first time this past Easter...they are cool. Since we have met them they call at least once a week to visit and see how we are doing. His wife was telling me that he thinks he is going to trailer his bike up with them so we can all go riding together...should be fun. I think Hubby, kids and I will go there for Thanksgiving this year. I have never been to my birth father's house...he lives 8 hours away. Not to mention I don't really want to go to mine or hubby's family....hubby's dad is about the only one that acts like he has any sense...he is divorced and lives on social security, so I know he has even less money than we do. I will have to fix him a small dinner when we get back.. I hate the idea of anyone sitting home alone on the holiday's eating pork and beans from a can.

Family Feud

Well I guess my birth family is all up at arms...apparently my birth grandmother (my mom's mom) has taken 2 of her 4 children out of her will and added my birth sister and I...of course this has the 2 that were removed from the will pissed....sorry, not my fault...as far as I'm concerned she can keep her money...it's definately not why I wanted to find them in the first place...besides, I would much rather have the people I care about around...not thier money

My Family pisses me off

I saw my younger sister this weekend at our local Wal-Mart. She tells me "You really need to call mom and dad, dad is really down." I ask why and she says "They had to put grandma in a nursing home last week." Okay, now tell me if I am acting stupid, but this kinda pisses me off and here is why. Reason #1, mom and dad could have, Oh I don't know maybe called ME and told me this instead of me having to hear from my sister 2 weeks after the fact. But then again should I be surprised. We have been back from visiting my birth mother for the 1st time ever for almost two months now and still no call to see how things went from either mom or dad. This hurts my feelings. I know I could go down there and visit them and find out things that way, but I am sick sick sick of always being the one to have to go there. I don't care how much they hate my hubby. I have children and I can tell you one thing......NO man will ever come between me and my children....no matter what....and especially my grandchildren.

I know that I should feel bad for my dad, but on the other hand I don't think they are putting a whole lot of thought into how they are making me feel....or maybe they just don't care. I will probably go and visit my grandmother this weekend. She is 99 yrs old and I know that if when she is gone I will feel bad for not going to see her more often then what I have....but it will just be for my peace of mind and hers.....not because it is what my parents or sister want me to do...............sooo, tell me, does this make me sound like a huge bitch?

Puppies

My shit-zu is getting ready to have puppies. I can't wait. This will be her first litter, and lord know we can use the money. I wonder how many she will have. I will try and post pics when she has them. Our English Bulldog is also in heat. We are not going to breed her this time but next time watch out. This is what hubby is doing now to make money.....I mean breeding the dogs together...not like he is screwing dogs. We used to breed Pit Bulls, but they have banned them in our area, so can't do that anymore. We still have a few of them. They are not mean but they work well to keep stupid neighbors out of our yard...most of the time anyway.

Silver linings

The bright spot of my weekend was my "date" with my daughter. We ate popcorn, she fixed my hair and we brought all of our blankets and pillows into the living room and watched a couple of movies (Dreamer and Scary Movie 4). It was cool. It is comforting to know that no matter how much of a mess hubby and I get into financially, she is always there to make me smile.

Oh jeez...what is that?

Friday night hubby and I are driving home when all of the sudden I had a sharp throbbing pain in my left eye that would not quit. When we got home, I looked in the mirror and it looks like my eyeball is bleeding. The only thing I can think of is that I busted a blood vessel in it. Once again I look freakin gross. I would go to the doctor's but seeing as how I called my former family doctor a dumb bitch,....I guess I need to find a new doctor.

Stupid things people say or do

• My father-in-law came over yesterday said the receptionist at his doctor's office called to verify some information for him. Apparently she asked for his mailing address then asked for his phone number.......my father-in-law, bless his soul, tell's this receptionist "How the fuck did you get ahold of me you dumbshit!"
• My adoptive mother upon hearing that my birth mother was giving hubby and I one of her older cars (She knew that we were down to one car) said you better make sure it's not stolen....oh please!
• Rght before hubby, kids and I left to go and visit birth mother and brother's for the first time, same adoptive mother tells me "you make sure and watch those boys, you know they have foreign blood in them"......they are half GREEK for christ's sake.....my mother is freakin psycho!
• Went to family doctor's on Friday to pick up the test results from my ultrasound....when I walk in nurse practioner is sitting at the desk. I ask for my results, she tells me she can't give them to me because I own her a bill. I look at her dumbfounded and say "You're not going to give me my results". She says no, not until you pay your bill, but you can go by the hospital and request a copy of the radiologist report. By now I'm pissed so I tell her "Like I know how to read a fuckin radiology report you dumb bitch".........I'm not done ranting about this because she is not even the doctor that ordered or proformed this particular test. All she had to freakin do was give me the results when the hospital faxed them to her.......I hate doctor's.

Smoke on Willie

Have you seen on the news recently that Willy Nelson tour bus was raided? I'm not sure what made them pull this bus over in the first place, but anyhow, once they did I guess they found a whole bunch of pot and shrooms. I say, big freakin deal. It's not like he was killing someone or even hurting anyone else. They man is in his 70's for god's sake. If he wants to some pot, then let him. As far as I'm concerned he was not doing anything that bad. Consider this, both of the particular drugs he was doing grow NATURALLY. They are not chemically processed. They do no rot your teeth out of your head or make you barf all over yourself. I don't understand how people think that getting drunk all the time is so much better than smoking pot just because it is legal. How often do you hear about someone getting stoned and getting in a car and killing someone on the road. Not very often. Now how often do you hear about a wreck and there was liquor involved. I'm not saying that everone should run out and smoke some pot, I'm just saying that if you do I don't think you are going strait to hell. I don't think you should ever do ANY drugs in front of children. They are to impressionable. However if you are grown and you elect to do so in the privacy of your own home or tour bus I don't think that makes you a bad person. I think our society is just a bit fucked up. Look at the population in prison. Over half of the people in there are there for a drug related offense. Our tax dollars are paying for it. For me personally I would much rather see my tax dollars go to put away a child molester, rapist, murder or a thief. Those are real crimes. I don't think someone sitting on thier tour bus smoking a joint and popping a couple of shrooms qualifies as a criminal. At least that is my opinion

I love my kids!

10 yr old comes in the bedroom yesterday while I was getting ready for work and tells me "I have a present for you mommy", I asked her what it is and she presents me with a small package that she has all wrapped up in last years x-mas wrapping paper. I smile and take the gift and open it. Inside she has picked out one of her necklaces to give me. A balloon that she has filled with bread crumbs and flour mixed together. She tells me "that's a stress ball."......okay, so I have been a little stressed lately. But the best thing in there was this invitation she had made. It says "You are invited to a sleepover Saturday night." The place, our house. She wrote it will be a night of doing each other's toenails, eating popcorn, watching movies and pillow fights, so make sure and bring your pillow. At the very bottom of this "invitation" she put P.S. mommy will you stop at the store on your way home from work and get movies and popcorn?
Now how can I turn that down. My kids may bicker and fight constantly, but then they go and do something sweet like that. It makes me feel good. All warm and fuzzy inside. So my friends (all 2 or 3 of ya out there) this weekend I have a date with my daughter. And I can't wait!

Tests, tests, and more tests

Today I go for round 3 of medical tests...today's is relatively painless. A Renal Ultrasound...no needles....definately no Iodine contrast...hopefully after this one I am done for awhile...at least until next month when I go for my annual colonoscopy....sounds like great fun doesn't it....My birth mother just finished 42 weeks of chemo. for colon cancer, so whether I like it or not, I must go for that one....I'm so freakin sick of doctors.

Here lizard lizard lizard

This past weekend 10 yr old found a lizard. Of course she had to bring it home. So we dug out the old fish bowl to house said lizard...10 yr old went outside and got some grass to put in it so it would feel homey. And she found a couple of crickets to feed it. I took the fishbowl with the lizard and cleaned off a place on her entertainment center to put it....I thought it was a good place. That is until I got home yesterday morning and looked in her bedroom and there on the floor are the remnants of her fishbowl......lizard is nowhere to be found. I am assuming that my freakin' cats knocked it off. Problem is, I don't know if my cats ate the lizard or if it running around in my house somewhere. Have I mentioned that I freakin' hate lizards, bugs or anything of that nature. You hide and watch, I'll find the lizard when I freakin step on it. Which will totally gross me out. I wish my kids would stop dragging home animals. Because you see, the kids just have to have these animals, but it is usually me that ends up cleaning up after whatever homeless, flea ridden, starving animal they bring home.

I really hate overtime

If I wasn't sure before, I am now....I am getting old. I forgot how much I hate doing overtime...everything on my body hurts...my feet, my back, my hands,....everything. I am worn out....Sometimes I wish I could take a day off from being a wife and mother.... don't get me wrong, I love my family. It's just that I work all night and then I come home and work some more.....laundry, dishes, cooking and cleaning.....I'm sick of all of it. I'm thinking frozen pizza's for dinner tonight.

Overtime....ugh!

I guess it's a case of where one ends, another begins. Even though hubby lost his job, overtime has finally kicked in at Hallmark.....12 hour days.....sucks working it, but money is good. What is really sad is that I can make as much working overtime as what hubby did in a 40 hour week.... Of course this leaves me with absolutely NO time at home....which I hate. I miss my family. I will make it up to them this weekend somehow....maybe go rent a couple of movies.....any ideas?

I said they could and they did

I posted my last post this morning while I was waiting to leave to go have kidney x-ray....in it I said I knew things could get worse, I just didn't know how....Well I was right things did get worse. I go to the hospital radiology dept to have said test....They take a few slides of my kidneys in their present state then she tell me she is going to introduce an Iodine Contrast so they can track it through my kidneys....Well turns out from shitting myself to death last night, I am now dehydrated. So she calls for someone to come and try to find a vein(I only weigh about 115, so veins are really tiny, hard to find) He comes in and indeed does find a vein and proceeds to start IV to administer Iodine Contrast....While he is doing that he is telling me some of the symptoms of this Iodine Contrast in "normal" people. Metallic taste in your mouth, sometimes a little nausea....But that the worst of it.............No it's not. They introduce the Iodine Contrast and I immediately taste the nasty metallic taste and said nausea...But this was not near the worst of it.....I started getting hot, really fuckin hot (when I got there I was freezing...They keep that fuckin place cold enough to hang meat). I heard the guy that had come in to start the IV ask me if I feel OK, I told him I was hot, he must have then looked at me because the next thing I heard him say was "goddamn her face is as red as beet"....Girl then asks if I'm okay.........No, I'm starting to wheeze (I have asthma but it hasn't bothered me for years now).....Next thing I hear is the girl say "Oh shit, should I call ER....Guy says I think you better, she's going into Anaphylactic Shock......By the time I got to ER, my throat was swelled nearly shut, eyes swelled shut, my heart rate was 162 bpm...Blood pressure was only 50/30 and I was in the midst on the absolute worst asthma attack I have ever had in my life. I could not breath. I truly though I was going to die. This is some scary shit. They gave me about 15 different shots as soon as I got back there....Epinephrine, albuterol, ventolin, just to name a few. Of course they started an IV, which caused another problem...Because they started it right down my arm from where Radiology had thier's, it some how caused the the IV solution to form a knot between the two injection sites that swelled up off my arm about 2 inches. Well anyway, after about an hour and a half in ER I was finally stabilized enough to where they could let me go home. So of course I never could finish the x-ray...Which means that I'm sure there are more fun test's to follow...Dr. in ER said I will probably need a cat scan this time......No more Iodine Contrast for me........suck.......Major fuckin suck

http://www.emedicinehealth.com/severe_allergic_reaction_anaphylactic_shock/article_em.htm

God hates me

We came home yesterday after picking up hubby's car ($278) to a message on our phone from his employer. "We're sorry but your services are no longer needed. We are eliminating your position due to lack of production..........
I'm not going to say "can things get any worse", because I know they can.....I'm just not sure how.

Things that irk me

• Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the MINIMUM freakin speed limit 40 mph on the highway?!?!?....Got behind some stupid shit this morning on the way home from work doing 25 mph on the HIGHWAY....Granted it is an old blacktop, but come the fuck on.....Put that mo fo in road gear grandpa
• I hate it when people round everything up. It kinda pisses me off. Like if you ask someone how long they have dated their significant other and they say 10 yrs when it has only been 6 or 7. Or how long they worked somewhere and they say 2 years when in all actually it was only a few months short of a year. Or I even know people that will tell you they average X amount of dollars a week when in all actuality that is what they made on the one check that overtime on it in the last 6 months. (ok, I think that last one is just a flat out lie) and besides like I give a fuck how much money you make......Anyway I say Stop to the over-inflated stories!

Update

Hubby's car repair....final damage....$280.....thank god mechanic is family...he is holding till Friday.......fan'fuckin'tastic

My Friend..."Curley"

My Friend

I was going to call you today...Then I realized that I couldn't. Boy do I miss you.
There aren't many days go by that I don't think about you. I know you are probably happier where you are now...But that doesn't make it any easier for us. There have been so many things I have wanted to tell you. I know if you could hear me you would laugh, or cry accordingly. Did you know that your son had a baby...That's right you're a Grandma(gasp). I haven't seen it but I'm sure it's beautiful. I know if you were here instead of there you would spoil it rotten...You always did the boys. And yes, they both graduated from high school. Oh, and no more Pit Bull's. That's right they finally banned them in our area. Yes, that means he had to get a real job. So far it's working out OK. Your twin now works with us. She is pretty cool but you know I like your sister C. Better. She reminds me so much of you, and she doesn't even know it. She has that same optimism towards life that you did. It is inspiring. You know I always think of you when I get down...I think if she could find the strength to face each day after everything she's been through, then so can I. Oh, and guess what? I finally got my boobs, and yes they would make you proud. They're quite big. I told you one of these days I was going to do something for myself for once. And I guess you already know that your father died....I'm sorry. But you know it wasn't Cancer...No, he had a heartattack. It was fast so don't worry...He didn't suffer. It was like you said "If I quit smoking, then I'm sure I'll die in a car wreck..........
I can still hear the sound of your laughter in my head....I wonder if I will ever forget what it sounds like. I remember you coming to work with your squirt gun and spraying us all down until someone took them away from you...I remember you and those damn cigarette loads, couldn't turn our backs for a second.....I remember how when you would spaz out on something you would always say "I'm having a moment" or it's other variation "I'm having a moment PEOPLE" when you were really pissed.....I remember those crazy ass phone messages you used to leave on my machine "Hello _____er's"......I remember when you told us about setting your house on fire on accident...You said a seed popped out of the joint you were smoking and your plants were so dry they caught on fire....We all laughed about that one...I remember you coming to work and smelling like a walking can of Budweiser...We were all trying to shove gum down your throat...

Even though it's been over 2 years now, I still can't believe your gone. C showed me the pictures of your truck after your accident...I cried like a baby. You sure made sure that you weren't going to limp away didn't you. Bridges scare the hell out of me now. I am white knuckled nearly every time I go over one. At least we know that you went fast....That you didn't suffer. That helps, a little. I have been secretly looking at the Sylvia Browne stuff...C. Told me she found her name and number hidden under a magnet on your refrigerator when they were cleaning out your house....I wonder if you ever called her about J. I know your heart was broken when he died. I know you had two other children you had to think about and that's what kept you going. I also think J. Was the reason you drank like you did. We all have our way of self-medicating. No matter what mistakes you made, I want you to know that I am proud of you. I did my best after you died to help and support C....She needed it. I know she still misses you terribly. We still talk about you all the time. C. And I have gotten really close....I love her like a sister.
Anyway these are just some of the many things I have been wanting to tell you.....I wish you were here to hear them.

Things that made me laugh

• I called my birth mother last night to see how she was doing, she was bickering with my oldest brother. He was there visiting. Apparently he had come over to pay her back some money he had borrowed. He paid with a check and in the memo he wrote Prostitution.
• Brother left while we were visiting and about 15 minutes after he left mother gets up and walks in the kitchen and I hear her say "that little shit, I'm gonna kick his ass"(I love my mom), I giggle and ask her what's wrong and she tells me "I just baked a cake, I told him he could have a piece and he took one right out of the middle!
• conversation between 15 and 10 yr old last night

(10 yr old looks in mirror at her chest) "I am starting to get boobies."

15 yr old- "You don't have boobs, you just have a nipple."

10 yr old-"So you just got your nipples last year."

15 yr old- "You're freakin stupid"

Boy do I love my crazy little family!

Crappy week

1. Hubby decided to wash his car's motor, good thing right.......No, he fouled out one of the coils on the spark plug...Estimated repair $120...freakin great
2. I have been having problems with my pee tank(bladder), so had to go to the hospital this morning (for 3 freakin hrs.) to experience the joy of having a scope inserted in my urethra...What fun...Now my freakin crotch hurts
3. I was also told that I get to take antibiotics immediately before sex and 8 hrs after...How's that for spontaneity...Oh, hang on hubby I got to go take my pill
4. Dr. Also pleasantly informed me that I need an x-ray of my kidney on Thursday, no problem right......fuck no, it seems to prep for this x-ray I will have to go get one of those Fleet kits...You know the one's that make you shit yourself to death the night before you go........Super
5. 10 yr old got in trouble on bus for bullying her neighbor.......1st warning, she does it again, she's kicked off for 3 days....My precious little brat

So it seems my friends that my crappy week is only going to get shittier!

Remembering...

While I could not tell you where I was when Steve Irwin died, I can tell you where I was when this happened...I can tell you where my husband was...Where my children were....My father...My mother...Where everyone I cared about was...I can not imagine the fear and horror these people faced...It is just unimaginable....and to think this could have happened to any one of us...I'm sure we've all been to a national football game, a concert, or any large gathering of people...Do you think any of those people rose for their day with any inkling as to what was in store for them by the of that day....It just goes to show that we should never take for granted the people we love and those who love us because you just never know..............

Doomed to fail...I think not.

I met my hubby in 1992...I fell in love...He was everything my parents had ever told me to stay away from...I was 17, he was 22...He already had a daughter...she was just barely over a year old...he like to drink...liked to party...his parents had been divorced since he was 11...his mother was cheating on his father....the night they split up she took Hubby and his sis in the car and they went to a town about 10 miles away and there they met the guy she is now married to....she took all of them to the lake, and the divorce followed...after thier divorce nobody really paid to much attention to hubby...he has told me that he started smoking pot right after thier divorce...he said he would be gone for 3 or 4 days at a time at age 13, with noone ever coming to check on him or look for him...by the time I met him at age 22, he was a very arrogant, loud mouth and somewhat perverted young man...he was the complete opposite of what I had been raised around...my mother drug me to church every Sunday...his mother didn't give a crap where he was...I honestly can't recall even now 14 years later, ever hearing either one of his parents ever say they love him.....ever....I come from a very touchy feely kind of family, even though I'm not....I've never seen his parents give him a hug...I don't know if he blames them for his outlandish behavior, but I do....about 6 months after we started dating I found out he was in trouble...apparently while he was still with his daughter's mother, he had taken to selling pot...I know it's bad, but if you have noone around you to tell you that's not a good idea, what do you expect....well, he got busted...he sold a 1/4 oz. to a "friend" that was wearing a wire....I found out about this as I said about 6 months after we started dating....I found out because he had to do 4 mos. in jail for this offense....Reason #1 my parents hate him....since he had been out of jail as he will tell you "I haven't sold so much a fuckin seed".....and he hasn't...I would not put up with that...We have to much to lose than to risk everything for something that stupid.....But hey, it was a long time ago and people make mistakes....he paid his debt to society right?...not exactly...oh he did his time...and he has not gotten in anymore trouble...however I believe he will be paying for this offense for the rest of his life....here is why I think this...in today's society, nearly every employer will run a background check on a prospective employee....do you know what happens when they run the background check on hubby...they don't hire him, that's what...I know this for a fact...I wish I had a dollar for every interview he has had and not gotten a job simply as a result of a mistake he make 15 years ago...even my own employer Hallmark... last time they were hiring, I went and talked to my supervisor about getting hubby a job...they flat out told me "off the record" that they would not hire him based on this fact...I wish we lived in California...there, any marijuana related offenses are removed from your record after 2 years....in our state it requires a pardon from the govenor...we know we talked to a lawyer....which brings us to the present....hubby did finally find a job...he got his first check Friday...pathetic...he did not make shit...He was not happy...but he knows he has to keep working there until he can find something that pays better...problem is where the hell is he going to go...????....I know there are jobs out there that won't hold this against him, I wish I knew where...Now I know why over half of all people in jail end up going back...I'm not saying we will resort to anything illegal...I'm just saying I know why some people do....I hate the way our society is set up....free country, my ass....anyway, we will dig out of our little hole we are currently in, and we will do it through hard work....and when we do, believe me, I will be standing on my front porch with both middle fingers out...saying fuck all y'all that tried to keep us down...society has already written us off as doomed to fail...Well, I'm here to say BULLSHIT...you just make me want to succeed even more.

Am I evil..Yes I am!

I have been feeling particularly evil the last couple of days...there is a guy at work that that my girlfriend (not girlfriend, just a girl that's a good friend) and I take breaks with...He loud and obnoxious at times but, all in all he is a pretty good guy...he is constantly picking on us...when we walk by the men's bathroom, if the door is open, he will shove us in and hold the door closed...he's a turd...well, I thought of a way to get back at him...I went to the Dollar Store and bought 10 rolls of plastic wrap...after we all got to work last night...My friend and I slipped outside to the parking lot and proceeded to wrap his entire car up with the plastic wrap... It was really quite easy...we took the rolls and rolled them underneath the car and threw them over the top, then walked around and around the car....I'm not sure how long it took him to get in....My friend and I just smiled and waved as we were leaving....I'm sure he will find some way to get back at us, but for now.......Boo Yah! Beat that!

What is your malfunction?

In august of this year my birth sister and I (hubby and kids too) went to go and see our birth mother and half brother's for the first time since we were put up for adoption. My sister is pregnant now so our mother paid to fly her out and sent hubby and I a credit card to pay for our drive down...800 miles...now mind you we had not seen her for 29 years...so I know mother felt like she had some making up to do...when we arrived she gave hubby and I the keys to a 97 Lincoln Mark VIII..she knew from our visits on the phone that hubby and I were down to one vehicle...I was floored...I did not expect that, but I greatly appreciated it...for sis, since she is pregnant and single... she got literally everything that sis will need for her new baby...I mean everything...playpen, walker, bouncy seat, swing, sleepers, bottles and yeah I think you get the picture...everything a newborn would need....she also took all of us to the beach...it was the first vacation my children had ever been on...my mother also gave all of her children $250 (sis, half-brother's and I) and gave my children and hubby $100 a piece to spend while we were at the beach....well anyway, sis had so much baby stuff that she could not take it all on the plane with her, so since hubby and I now had an extra car there with us we told sis that we would bring what she could not get home with us and she could come and pick it up at our house...well we have now been home for nearly a month and a half and sis still has not called to talk to our mother...not to say thank you, nothing...that pisses me off....even if she hated the woman (which she says she doesn't) , she could at least call or send a fuckin card or something to say thank you....but here's what has really got me pissed off....sis called me last night to visit...while we were talking I mentioned to her that she needed to come and get her baby stuff out of my garage before something happens to it....the garage is the only open space I have large enough to store all this stuff....beside I have already had to have the kids go and retrieve one of the trash bags full of baby clothes from our burn pile, they thought it was trash....anyway, sis was like "oh yeah, I forgot about that stuff, could you meet me somewhere halfway and I'll get it."....first off, it pisses me off that this is all the more that she cared about all of this baby stuff...I bet there is between $500 and $600 dollars worth of shit here, that does not include the boxes of stuff she took on the plane with her...."oh, I forgot about that"...WTF...then, second thing is she only lives an hour away...would it really fuckin kill her to drive ALL the way to my house...she has not been here since Easter, and that was because our birth father was coming to my house to visit us for the first time....sometimes I wonder how she can be the only true blood sister I have in the world and be so fuckin different than me...I just think when someone does something nice for you, like we did bringing her stuff home with us, the least you could do is come and pick your shit up...and say thank you!

Where's my...Oh crap!

I decided to fix my hubby meatloaf for dinner tonight..His favorite..Which required me to stop off at the local Wal-Mart this morning when I got off work to pick up a few items for this fantastic dinner I am preparing tonight (which is sure to get me laid..He he he).....Anyway, I run in grab my items, pay for them and leave...I then drive the remainder of the 30 minutes I have left of my commute...I pull in the driveway and grab my bags and go to grab my purse and...........Oh shit!!!.....It seems I had left my purse in the shopping cart in the lobby of Wal-Mart....Mind you this is before 7am so the 80 yr. old door greeter was not standing guard as usual....so I am sure by now it is long gone....I immediately turn around and race, and I mean at speeds that would make a Nascar driver proud, back to Wal-Mart....I speed to the customer service counter and lo and behold...There is my purse...I show my I.D. and take my purse to the car and start heading back towards home....My first thought as I was driving home was "Boy hubby's gonna love this one" and then it struck me and I started laughing out loud in the car....It dawned on me just exactly what someone would have gotten if they had of stolen my purse...

• a debit card that I accidently washed in the washing machine this weekend and machine chewed it up (I haven't made it to the bank yet to get new one)
• 2 credit cards that we closed the accounts on about 3 months ago
• a checkbook that is showing a negative balance (it's not really negative, I have a couple of bills that I have not sent off yet, but that way hubby thinks I am broke so we have to spend his money...I am evil)
• $.24 in my wallet (that's right 24 cents)
• 2 pieces of gum in the bottom
• 2 balloons (10 yr. old's)
• a couple tubes of chapstick
• and the only thing of value..my cellphone

I'll bet you that someone probably looked in it and saw that there wasn't shit in it....and you know what....I think it's funny, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I found it.....but to think, I was driving a break-neck speeds to retrieve this pathetic assortment of crap

Now that is gross...

Well, it seems that as a result of hubby and I's ride on the Harley Sunday and the subsequent burn...I have now got the biggest freaking blister I myself have ever seen...this thing is almost as big as the palm of my hand...it is full of fluid....and every time I take a step I can feel the fluid in the blister move...eewwww....I don't know if I should pop it and let the fluid out, which I am afraid will make the skin draw tight and then it's really going to fucking hurt or leave it alone and let it try and heal...all I know is it is really freakin gross... any advice????

I wish we could finish that...

Hubby and I have not always been broke. We bought our house 3 yrs ago. I love our house...we are 11 miles outside of town...only two close neighbor's (of course one is an ass, but I guess at least I only have one dick to put up with)...we have just under 10 acres...we have a pond that we can go fishing at...it's an old farm house but I love it....when we first moved here hubby's business was booming...we had new siding put on and a new roof...then we decided to redo what was once a sun porch into hubby and I's bedroom....we had all of the storm windows removed and 4 picture windows installed...we tore out the walls and rewired and insulated it....we put new carpet and doors in it.....and there it sits...still no walls, just insulation.....also, the previous occupants had decided to attempt to redo the garage and apparently got foreclosed on before they could finish so... the walls out there are stripped down to the studs...hubby and I did replace the garage door, opener and the exterior doors going into the garage but that is all that has been done out there.....now, if you knew what a freak I am about having everything in order in my house, then you would know that this is driving me crazy...I WANT SOME FREAKIN WALLS IN MY HOUSE...as soon as we get caught up on our bills, that is the first thing I am doing.........thank you for your patience through that tirade, I just needed to vent a little.

Ouch..that's going to leave a mark

So hubby and I decided to go for a ride on the harley this afternoon...we had spent all morning push mowing our yard, which is no easy feat since we have about 3 acre's that have to be mowed (our rider went bye bye last week)....so anyway when we got done we decided to try and enjoy at least some of this long weekend.....so moving along, after we had rode for about 45 minutes we decided to pull off and rest for a little bit...well stupid me...I go to hop off and got off on the wrong side, and put my bare leg right up against the exhaust pipe and burned a place about the size of the palm of my hand on my calf...I think there is still some of my skin on the tailpipe....it freaking hurts...as if my legs are not ugly enough....I swear I am so accident prone, I could trip over a painted line....jeez

Sick Kitty

I do believe we are going to have to take our cat to the vet...Hubby and I were sitting on the bed today and our favorite kitty walks over and climbs up on hubby's lap...just a purring...and just a peeing....that's right he was just standing there whizzing all over hubby's lap....nasty....There has to be something wrong with this cat...He has been litter trained and de-nutted since he was a kitten (3 yrs)...someone told me it could be a bladder infection...I don't know, but I just can't have that....won't it be nice when company comes over and kitty walks in and lovingly rubs against them and....pisssssss....so it's off to the vet we go