Finally. A good night's sleep. Let me tell ya, this pre-menopause or early menopause stuff...it sucks the big weenie. The night sweats are the worst. But, thankfully, the sleep gods were with me last night and I got a good night.
Today me and Texas boy are busy around the house. It's good to have some company again and it's good to be able to have a little bit of time with him. I think they all look forward to that after their senior year..like a regression of sorts. They all just want to hang around the house with Mom. We've been doing a lot of house maintenance lately. Things that would be ..well, chores, otherwise.
Yesterday one of the original, original crowd came by. It is so good to see them grown, even if they aren't perfect. It's funny, but this one was pretty low maintenance. If I knew he was coming by, I'd have some homemade goody for him. That's all it took. He had a few years where he was in trouble, I think, but he was proud to report that he had turned a new leaf. I was glad to hear it and it just so happened that I had some cookies for him.
That's the spiritual side to things that never seems to cease to leave me in awe. Do you know how often I actually make cookies? The last time I made cookies was several years ago. I usually just buy them. And, for the first time in years, I make cookies and who shows up? I really have a difficult time believing in mere coincidence.
As he was driving away, I heard him tell his friend that I made cookies for him every single week back in the day. That was an untruth because I very rarely made cookies, but in his mind, I made them every single week. To say that I was touched would be putting it mildly.
Happy Halloween!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Here I Am
I haven't gone anywhere, I've just been quiet..sort of. I know it doesn't really seem like it because there has been posts there, but for me, I've been quiet.
I haven't really gone anywhere, I've just had a really big case of nesting. It seems I've caught the cooking bug and I can't keep out of the kitchen. Not that I'm getting to eat much of the food I've been cooking, but that's an ongoing process. Did I ever mention that 6 weeks is like forfucking ever. My dentist promises me that I will be gorgeous at the end of this process so at least I'm not gaining a ton of weight too.
Today I took the hot rod for a drive. Texas boy spent the night with a friend of his and I had to go and pick them up. This time of year in this part of the country is just breathtakingly gorgeous. The colors of all the trees turning is just more beautiful that words can describe.
The hot rod is ailing a bit. She has a bit of an exhaust leak. Pretty soon it's going to be time to take her off road and give her a little tender loving care so that she'll continue to be so good to us. Anyway, although to look at her, she doesn't really warrant a passing glance, somehow, she does. There were some workers on the side of the road and one of them blew me a kiss as I drove by. And I was cruisin' too. It the hot rod, for crying out loud. I thought it was my imagination til it happened again on the way back. Totally wierd. But, there was this woman, also driving an Isuzu something or other with 6 cylinders (shit was written all over her new little suv, right?) She thought she was going to drag race me. Puhleeze. It was almost funny, but she needed to be taught a lesson. My boy was laughing as we passed her by a mile in 2nd gear. She musta thought I had a chick car like her. The look on her face was priceless although I was looking for more of a challenge this morning. But, hey, you take what you can get.
I was watching some car shows with the senior chief yesterday morning and we saw the upgrades we want to make to her and she'll get 40-45mpg. The technology is there. That is AWESOME!! And, it was good to have a nice ride with the hot rod. That always always improves my attitude. It's fun to drive the back roads around here. Shoot, just watch the Dukes of Hazzard once or twice. You know you can find some out of the way places to do some driving still. That's the fun stuff, right there. Sure beats the hell out of housework and that's pretty much all I've got left to look forward to today. That's the bad thing about the family parties. All that cleaning up that has to be done on Monday morning.
The kids had a GREAT time, though. They got some virgin Bloody Mary's which they didn't particularly care for and the daughter and I decorated some cookies for her to take to her class. That was the best part for her. They got to watch a scary movie and eat candy and play outside. I had boiled peanuts going on the stove all weekend long. Man, they went through 3 pounds of peanuts and bitched when those were all gone. They had a ham one night and spaghetti and meatballs another night and leftovers last night. Tonight I'm going to cook them a big ol' pot of beans with rice and leftover cornbread and then after that, it's going to be chili. After that, I have no idea. I have to make another menu and start all over again.
I did finally make the shrimp gumbo, instead of the shrimp stew, and it was good. I'll post that recipe here in the next couple of days. I also have planned some pumpkin bread ( I did banana bread, pumkin cake, and brownies..all gone)and some cookies that Mom makes all the time for them. Well fed people are happy people and this way I know exactly what ingredients are in their food. It's important to me that they be limited in their processed food intake. And if you have to ask me what processed food is, then you are probably eating too much of it. Remember you are what you eat? I do believe that's still true and it's hidden in processed food. You know the breaded chicken breasts? Yeah, there's real chicken underneath the breading but do you know what is holding the breading on? Lard. Yeah. That's how they get them all nice and crispy like that. Yeah, ew. Taking the quick way out with cooking as a rule, I do believe is killing this nation.
I haven't really gone anywhere, I've just had a really big case of nesting. It seems I've caught the cooking bug and I can't keep out of the kitchen. Not that I'm getting to eat much of the food I've been cooking, but that's an ongoing process. Did I ever mention that 6 weeks is like forfucking ever. My dentist promises me that I will be gorgeous at the end of this process so at least I'm not gaining a ton of weight too.
Today I took the hot rod for a drive. Texas boy spent the night with a friend of his and I had to go and pick them up. This time of year in this part of the country is just breathtakingly gorgeous. The colors of all the trees turning is just more beautiful that words can describe.
The hot rod is ailing a bit. She has a bit of an exhaust leak. Pretty soon it's going to be time to take her off road and give her a little tender loving care so that she'll continue to be so good to us. Anyway, although to look at her, she doesn't really warrant a passing glance, somehow, she does. There were some workers on the side of the road and one of them blew me a kiss as I drove by. And I was cruisin' too. It the hot rod, for crying out loud. I thought it was my imagination til it happened again on the way back. Totally wierd. But, there was this woman, also driving an Isuzu something or other with 6 cylinders (shit was written all over her new little suv, right?) She thought she was going to drag race me. Puhleeze. It was almost funny, but she needed to be taught a lesson. My boy was laughing as we passed her by a mile in 2nd gear. She musta thought I had a chick car like her. The look on her face was priceless although I was looking for more of a challenge this morning. But, hey, you take what you can get.
I was watching some car shows with the senior chief yesterday morning and we saw the upgrades we want to make to her and she'll get 40-45mpg. The technology is there. That is AWESOME!! And, it was good to have a nice ride with the hot rod. That always always improves my attitude. It's fun to drive the back roads around here. Shoot, just watch the Dukes of Hazzard once or twice. You know you can find some out of the way places to do some driving still. That's the fun stuff, right there. Sure beats the hell out of housework and that's pretty much all I've got left to look forward to today. That's the bad thing about the family parties. All that cleaning up that has to be done on Monday morning.
The kids had a GREAT time, though. They got some virgin Bloody Mary's which they didn't particularly care for and the daughter and I decorated some cookies for her to take to her class. That was the best part for her. They got to watch a scary movie and eat candy and play outside. I had boiled peanuts going on the stove all weekend long. Man, they went through 3 pounds of peanuts and bitched when those were all gone. They had a ham one night and spaghetti and meatballs another night and leftovers last night. Tonight I'm going to cook them a big ol' pot of beans with rice and leftover cornbread and then after that, it's going to be chili. After that, I have no idea. I have to make another menu and start all over again.
I did finally make the shrimp gumbo, instead of the shrimp stew, and it was good. I'll post that recipe here in the next couple of days. I also have planned some pumpkin bread ( I did banana bread, pumkin cake, and brownies..all gone)and some cookies that Mom makes all the time for them. Well fed people are happy people and this way I know exactly what ingredients are in their food. It's important to me that they be limited in their processed food intake. And if you have to ask me what processed food is, then you are probably eating too much of it. Remember you are what you eat? I do believe that's still true and it's hidden in processed food. You know the breaded chicken breasts? Yeah, there's real chicken underneath the breading but do you know what is holding the breading on? Lard. Yeah. That's how they get them all nice and crispy like that. Yeah, ew. Taking the quick way out with cooking as a rule, I do believe is killing this nation.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Saturday Bloggin'
Hey y'all! It is Saturday and we're full swing into the aforementioned Halloween Party and there's racin' on the tv. Momma here has had a few Margaritas and is in the midst of drunk dialin' a few friends. Life is good here on the ranch, let me tell ya.
There's good munchies to be had, and a couple of scary (sort of) movies for later. The kids are all into the candy and looking forward to their virgin bloody mary's, too. My kids, health nuts that they are, are looking forward to eating the CELERY out of the drink. I swear, I cannot keep celery in this house. It's unnatural, it is. But, hey, if that's the most of my problems, it shows that life is pretty damn good, isn't it?
I've had many people tell me that my personality is much improved with alcoholic beverage. I guess that's because I'm a damn happy drunk. Bottoms up!
There's good munchies to be had, and a couple of scary (sort of) movies for later. The kids are all into the candy and looking forward to their virgin bloody mary's, too. My kids, health nuts that they are, are looking forward to eating the CELERY out of the drink. I swear, I cannot keep celery in this house. It's unnatural, it is. But, hey, if that's the most of my problems, it shows that life is pretty damn good, isn't it?
I've had many people tell me that my personality is much improved with alcoholic beverage. I guess that's because I'm a damn happy drunk. Bottoms up!
Friday, October 27, 2006
Thank GOD It's Friday
What a crappy week this has been. It started on Monday when the Blazer broke down and we had to fix it in the parking lot of a gas station. And it was cold that day, too.
Then, we progressed to fixing the dishwasher, and then the heater. As well, I've been sick as hell lately.
Yesterday morning was one of those he said/she said mornings, eh? From my point of view, I am laying in bed, sick as hell, but too damn bad I have to get up anyway. I thought I had an extra 30 min. to lay there and muster what strength and patience I could until I hear the senior chief downstairs...
"Goddamn it, I have had enough." Stomp, stomp, stomp, up the stairs, shuffle, scuffle outside the bedroom door and the yelp of the dog. What the hell, I wonder to myself...and in the door bursts the senior chief in a towering rage.
"What is the matter", I inquire innocently..."We don't have any damn coffee and the dog shit on the floor, have a good day." WTF????? says I. Now, the MOM is in a towering rage. When the hell was the last time any damn one of you men got treated like that when you were sick. It sure as hell hasn't been him. And, as far as the dog goes, she can find a new home. She's sweet and housebroken, but nobody in my house wants to deal with her or take her out that one last time before bed.
Anyway, I was pissed.
Now, the senior chief's side to it was he got out of bed, forgot there was no coffee, stepped around a pile of dog shit into some dog piss, then figured if he could just get his teeth brushed and get on the road, he'd be fine. He goes into the bathroom and there is his toothbrush...laying on the floor...in front of the toilet. That is the point in which he lost his ever loving mind.
Which I can understand but I again inquire...and no smart assed remarks, either.
So, thank God it's Friday. Oh and I have to go and chew out one of my adopted kids who showed up drunk at my house the other night. Geez, it's like he drives right up and says chew me out...stop me from wrecking myself. What the hell? If you gotta come and ask me, then why the hell don't you do the right thing? And they think they are men. So, it's my policy to not reason with a drunk. So, I asked him when he would be available to take his ass chewing because he knew he was getting one. He said that Friday he would be available, so here it is. Dayum, these kids. You bettah believe he's getting his ass chewing, too. Hell, when they make it that damn easy....After THAT, I'm making some sugar cookies in the shapes of pumpkins for our party tomorrow night. We are having eyeballs with worms and blood for supper and witches hats and all kinds of cool stuff. We will be showing a couple of the Tim Burton movies and maybe the new one..Monster House. I can't WAIT!!!
And we got drunk dialed the other night. Been awhile since that's happened too.
Then, we progressed to fixing the dishwasher, and then the heater. As well, I've been sick as hell lately.
Yesterday morning was one of those he said/she said mornings, eh? From my point of view, I am laying in bed, sick as hell, but too damn bad I have to get up anyway. I thought I had an extra 30 min. to lay there and muster what strength and patience I could until I hear the senior chief downstairs...
"Goddamn it, I have had enough." Stomp, stomp, stomp, up the stairs, shuffle, scuffle outside the bedroom door and the yelp of the dog. What the hell, I wonder to myself...and in the door bursts the senior chief in a towering rage.
"What is the matter", I inquire innocently..."We don't have any damn coffee and the dog shit on the floor, have a good day." WTF????? says I. Now, the MOM is in a towering rage. When the hell was the last time any damn one of you men got treated like that when you were sick. It sure as hell hasn't been him. And, as far as the dog goes, she can find a new home. She's sweet and housebroken, but nobody in my house wants to deal with her or take her out that one last time before bed.
Anyway, I was pissed.
Now, the senior chief's side to it was he got out of bed, forgot there was no coffee, stepped around a pile of dog shit into some dog piss, then figured if he could just get his teeth brushed and get on the road, he'd be fine. He goes into the bathroom and there is his toothbrush...laying on the floor...in front of the toilet. That is the point in which he lost his ever loving mind.
Which I can understand but I again inquire...and no smart assed remarks, either.
So, thank God it's Friday. Oh and I have to go and chew out one of my adopted kids who showed up drunk at my house the other night. Geez, it's like he drives right up and says chew me out...stop me from wrecking myself. What the hell? If you gotta come and ask me, then why the hell don't you do the right thing? And they think they are men. So, it's my policy to not reason with a drunk. So, I asked him when he would be available to take his ass chewing because he knew he was getting one. He said that Friday he would be available, so here it is. Dayum, these kids. You bettah believe he's getting his ass chewing, too. Hell, when they make it that damn easy....After THAT, I'm making some sugar cookies in the shapes of pumpkins for our party tomorrow night. We are having eyeballs with worms and blood for supper and witches hats and all kinds of cool stuff. We will be showing a couple of the Tim Burton movies and maybe the new one..Monster House. I can't WAIT!!!
And we got drunk dialed the other night. Been awhile since that's happened too.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Ahoy Mateys
We've been busy winterizing the house and dealing with all the crap that has broken lately. Man am I ever sick of that.
The dishwasher broke, the dadgum Blazer blew a gasket, all stuff that doesn't really cost much but time.
The senior chief had to fix the Blazer in the parking lot of a gas station yesterday 2 exits away from work. That meant that I got the dubious pleasure of driving to Atlanta during the morning rush hour.
As well, the heater is broken and it was a little cold outside yesterday. But, it is warm inside, thank heavens.
Anyway, so after we got home yesterday, I noticed a bottle of Captain Morgan's on top of my refrigerator. Fair game, no?
So, what do you do when you find a bottle of Captain Morgan's on your fridge on a cold day? Make hot buttered rum, that's what.
And so we did. The eldest son, (remember him?) was very bummed because we drank his rum. Guess he shouldn't have left it on my fridge then.
New Senior Chief law in our house. If it's in the house, then we get to use it, or borrow it ...without requesting permission from the owner. This does not work both ways, it only applies to the owner of the premises...in this case, the senior chief. The older kids aren't too down with that new law but too bad. We figure that perhaps it will make them want their own place and if it doesn't at least we get paid back for all the stupid crap they pull like breaking couches and toilets and whatnot.
So, whenever we decide to party together, me and the senior chief, it seems the joy and laughter carries on the wind and without even a phone call, the people come to join us. It is wierd but we saw a friend of ours we hadn't seen in months last night. He just dropped by and a couple of the kids and their girlfriends showed up and so there we were with a garage full of people; all the adults imbibing in hot buttered rum and having a good time.
For all the stress, it's a pretty good life.
The dishwasher broke, the dadgum Blazer blew a gasket, all stuff that doesn't really cost much but time.
The senior chief had to fix the Blazer in the parking lot of a gas station yesterday 2 exits away from work. That meant that I got the dubious pleasure of driving to Atlanta during the morning rush hour.
As well, the heater is broken and it was a little cold outside yesterday. But, it is warm inside, thank heavens.
Anyway, so after we got home yesterday, I noticed a bottle of Captain Morgan's on top of my refrigerator. Fair game, no?
So, what do you do when you find a bottle of Captain Morgan's on your fridge on a cold day? Make hot buttered rum, that's what.
And so we did. The eldest son, (remember him?) was very bummed because we drank his rum. Guess he shouldn't have left it on my fridge then.
New Senior Chief law in our house. If it's in the house, then we get to use it, or borrow it ...without requesting permission from the owner. This does not work both ways, it only applies to the owner of the premises...in this case, the senior chief. The older kids aren't too down with that new law but too bad. We figure that perhaps it will make them want their own place and if it doesn't at least we get paid back for all the stupid crap they pull like breaking couches and toilets and whatnot.
So, whenever we decide to party together, me and the senior chief, it seems the joy and laughter carries on the wind and without even a phone call, the people come to join us. It is wierd but we saw a friend of ours we hadn't seen in months last night. He just dropped by and a couple of the kids and their girlfriends showed up and so there we were with a garage full of people; all the adults imbibing in hot buttered rum and having a good time.
For all the stress, it's a pretty good life.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Sometimes
Sometimes doing the right thing is a hard thing to do. It seems as though you cannot please all the people all the time, so is there certain people that you need to please more than others? Obviously, but what about when everyone thinks they should be the chosen ones?
What if someone makes a request of you and someone else makes a complete opposite request? Damned if you do, damned if you don't. How do you choose between family members like that?
What a confusing mess this life is. I just want a day to go by where someone isn't just totally pissed at me.
What if someone makes a request of you and someone else makes a complete opposite request? Damned if you do, damned if you don't. How do you choose between family members like that?
What a confusing mess this life is. I just want a day to go by where someone isn't just totally pissed at me.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Google Results
Sometimes I get hits from the strangest questions. One of those questions I'd like to answer today for someone.
The question was: how to get your husband to pay attention and stop treating you like his mom
Dear Anonymous,
Try not acting like his mother. I find that my husband is hard pressed to think of me like his mother while I'm kissing his neck or doing some other wifely thing of that nature. Flash him now and then and keep him on his toes, make him WANT to pay attention. Titty shots go a long way towards changing that opinion, eh?
Have a nice day.
The question was: how to get your husband to pay attention and stop treating you like his mom
Dear Anonymous,
Try not acting like his mother. I find that my husband is hard pressed to think of me like his mother while I'm kissing his neck or doing some other wifely thing of that nature. Flash him now and then and keep him on his toes, make him WANT to pay attention. Titty shots go a long way towards changing that opinion, eh?
Have a nice day.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
To Tell Or Not To Tell
Isn't that always the question??? Some of you may have noticed that I've been a little bit quiet on the subject of Talladega this year. Some of you may not have noticed shit. Yes, I have a juicy story but it's one of those..not sure whether to tell or not. I'd kind of like to know if I gave the senior chief the right answer to a question but in this case, knowledge isn't necessarily everything. So, do I tell or not tell..I can count for myself..just leave a comment.
Recluse
What is a recluse, really? Well, it's someone who chooses to live a life of solitude. This kind of lifestyle isn't for everyone, obviously.
Why would a person choose to live this way? What does it mean, exactly? It could mean a lot of things. Most people assume that reclusive people suffer from mental illness, like the cat-lady stereotype. And, of course, those are the people who get all the attention, so it goes to reason. I think that most people assume that those who choose to be alone suffer from agoraphobia, in this day and age.
There are other reasons however for avoiding the world around you. Religious reasons change the term from recluse to hermit. A hermit is a person who chooses to live in solitude to contemplate the teachings of God and divine his or her own meaning without influence from others. I like that definition, better.
Personally, I just cannot deal with that *people* element. Like this morning, I took the eldest to work and stopped to get gas. I am almost to the pump when this guy raced me to the fucking gas pump and then sat there. Just sat there. I pulled in behind him, pumped my gas, went in, got a soda, washed my windshield and still the guy just sat...scratching his lottery tickets no less. I could have stayed home and avoided meeting up with Mr. Asshole. See my point?
So, yeah, I'm a recluse. My whole area of operation is about 10 square miles, no lie. Everything I need to do or any place I need to go can be found within a 10 mile radius and I'm quite content. Not because I'm afraid of people or places or any of all that. I just prefer to not feel like choking the living shit out of someone every second of the day and being in the general public does that to me. So, I avoid it. I am perfectly happy puttering around the house taking care of one project or another and I have no desire to be out amongst the masses dealing with the unending bullshit.
Why would a person choose to live this way? What does it mean, exactly? It could mean a lot of things. Most people assume that reclusive people suffer from mental illness, like the cat-lady stereotype. And, of course, those are the people who get all the attention, so it goes to reason. I think that most people assume that those who choose to be alone suffer from agoraphobia, in this day and age.
There are other reasons however for avoiding the world around you. Religious reasons change the term from recluse to hermit. A hermit is a person who chooses to live in solitude to contemplate the teachings of God and divine his or her own meaning without influence from others. I like that definition, better.
Personally, I just cannot deal with that *people* element. Like this morning, I took the eldest to work and stopped to get gas. I am almost to the pump when this guy raced me to the fucking gas pump and then sat there. Just sat there. I pulled in behind him, pumped my gas, went in, got a soda, washed my windshield and still the guy just sat...scratching his lottery tickets no less. I could have stayed home and avoided meeting up with Mr. Asshole. See my point?
So, yeah, I'm a recluse. My whole area of operation is about 10 square miles, no lie. Everything I need to do or any place I need to go can be found within a 10 mile radius and I'm quite content. Not because I'm afraid of people or places or any of all that. I just prefer to not feel like choking the living shit out of someone every second of the day and being in the general public does that to me. So, I avoid it. I am perfectly happy puttering around the house taking care of one project or another and I have no desire to be out amongst the masses dealing with the unending bullshit.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Fall Happenings
I am happy that my 18 yr old is coming home, it'll be nice to have some company during the day. Perhaps it won't feel like I'm spinning my wheels so much, it will feel that I have actually accomplished something after a day of hard work.
I have been managing to keep morale up, or at least even around the house. The 16 yr old got to attend his first homecoming with his girlfriend. He was so nervous it was almost funny. He got dressed but he has no sense of style, so we had to help him a lot. You know, no white socks kind of deal. In the middle of all this, he says..."Oh, there's a lot of rules to this, I see." Made me laugh. He's a pretty laid back kid. He takes what life throws at him and laughs. He was always a happy kid like little dude. I enjoy his company a lot. He worships the senior chief in much the same way that Dax Montana worships his step-dad.
I am equally sad that I had to miss the blog meet. It sounds like it was a lot of fun and that Eric had a pretty darn good birthday!
Once again, I sat down with a thought in mind to post about, my fingers took over and what the original thought was, I have no idea. The toilet bowl swap isn't quite finished yet. You see, the party that BROKE the toilet must replace the toilet. So, he's taking his time. The senior chief was greatly relieved by the words of James who asserted in comments that it was a pretty easy job. Ah, that was a moment...the senior chief took the word of an anonymous blogger...see how much faith you people have inspired in him? Take it as an honor..the man asserted for years that internet friends couldn't possibly be "real" friends.
You see, I have come to believe that the real gold in blogging doesn't lie in the people you know you affect, it's in the people you DON'T know you affect. Those are the people the responsibility is to. Really. The silent majority, I believe they call it. He says I should start a blog for him and the entries for the day will be the reasons he cannot blog. That actually might work, haha! It'd be fun telling senior chief stories all day.
See, when he goes to fix stuff, he never knows what he's gonna get. He might have to rewrite a program or debug something, he might have to do mechanical work, it might be electrical or even a combination of all of the above. He's got some pretty wild stories, believe me. I like going to work with him on the odd occasion I get to. See, nobody will EVER tell you how stuff got broke. It's always..."Something happened.." so, when it's important that he find out fast, sometimes he'll bring me along and I'm a dumbass, so they'll tell me. Kind of like a spy, yeah. Only I'm bold because I do have enough technical comprehension of how things work, that they can use all that technical language and I understand it. That's the secret to any industry anywhere..learning the language.
But, the boys are old enough to go and be a real help, so I'm stuck at home now. In my spare time this week, I've been carving pumpkins. I got one of those kits that have the real cool carvings...yeah, those. The one I did yesterday took like 2 hours. It's an owl flying, it's real cool. I'll post pictures soon. I got 4 pumpkins this year to put on my porch. I let the kids pick the design. They got to clean the pumpkin out and I carve the design of their choice. It's fun. We're going to roast the seeds for them to munch on during our Halloween feast and the eldest kid is picking up a few movies for them to watch. I am so excited, I cannot wait.
Fall also makes me want to cook! I've got the stuff for some sumptuous shrimp stew this weekend and the stuff for some homemade spaghetti where you cook the spaghetti sauce all day long. And, lets not forget the boiled peanuts that are pretty much boiling on the stove at all times. They aren't sick of them yet, so I keep boiling them. They were a big hit at Talladega, too. A good anytime nutritious snack. The other night, the senior chief cooked some chicken and after dinner and clean up all of that we went upstairs to watch tv before going to bed, right? Well, I decided that I wanted a snack and I went back downstairs and all the neighbor kids were sitting around having a feeding frenzy. I saw them circling like sharks just waiting for us to go to bed, hahaha! But, that was just funny. It's amazing the things that have been getting done for me as a result of all this food, though.
Speaking of which, it is time to cook again. Tonight, I am ordering pizza, much to the senior chief's chagrine, and getting started on my next couple days worth of meals. I made some stuff up this weekend and the senior chief was singing songs in my honor and the boys chorused right in. The secret to life is all about the food!
I have been managing to keep morale up, or at least even around the house. The 16 yr old got to attend his first homecoming with his girlfriend. He was so nervous it was almost funny. He got dressed but he has no sense of style, so we had to help him a lot. You know, no white socks kind of deal. In the middle of all this, he says..."Oh, there's a lot of rules to this, I see." Made me laugh. He's a pretty laid back kid. He takes what life throws at him and laughs. He was always a happy kid like little dude. I enjoy his company a lot. He worships the senior chief in much the same way that Dax Montana worships his step-dad.
I am equally sad that I had to miss the blog meet. It sounds like it was a lot of fun and that Eric had a pretty darn good birthday!
Once again, I sat down with a thought in mind to post about, my fingers took over and what the original thought was, I have no idea. The toilet bowl swap isn't quite finished yet. You see, the party that BROKE the toilet must replace the toilet. So, he's taking his time. The senior chief was greatly relieved by the words of James who asserted in comments that it was a pretty easy job. Ah, that was a moment...the senior chief took the word of an anonymous blogger...see how much faith you people have inspired in him? Take it as an honor..the man asserted for years that internet friends couldn't possibly be "real" friends.
You see, I have come to believe that the real gold in blogging doesn't lie in the people you know you affect, it's in the people you DON'T know you affect. Those are the people the responsibility is to. Really. The silent majority, I believe they call it. He says I should start a blog for him and the entries for the day will be the reasons he cannot blog. That actually might work, haha! It'd be fun telling senior chief stories all day.
See, when he goes to fix stuff, he never knows what he's gonna get. He might have to rewrite a program or debug something, he might have to do mechanical work, it might be electrical or even a combination of all of the above. He's got some pretty wild stories, believe me. I like going to work with him on the odd occasion I get to. See, nobody will EVER tell you how stuff got broke. It's always..."Something happened.." so, when it's important that he find out fast, sometimes he'll bring me along and I'm a dumbass, so they'll tell me. Kind of like a spy, yeah. Only I'm bold because I do have enough technical comprehension of how things work, that they can use all that technical language and I understand it. That's the secret to any industry anywhere..learning the language.
But, the boys are old enough to go and be a real help, so I'm stuck at home now. In my spare time this week, I've been carving pumpkins. I got one of those kits that have the real cool carvings...yeah, those. The one I did yesterday took like 2 hours. It's an owl flying, it's real cool. I'll post pictures soon. I got 4 pumpkins this year to put on my porch. I let the kids pick the design. They got to clean the pumpkin out and I carve the design of their choice. It's fun. We're going to roast the seeds for them to munch on during our Halloween feast and the eldest kid is picking up a few movies for them to watch. I am so excited, I cannot wait.
Fall also makes me want to cook! I've got the stuff for some sumptuous shrimp stew this weekend and the stuff for some homemade spaghetti where you cook the spaghetti sauce all day long. And, lets not forget the boiled peanuts that are pretty much boiling on the stove at all times. They aren't sick of them yet, so I keep boiling them. They were a big hit at Talladega, too. A good anytime nutritious snack. The other night, the senior chief cooked some chicken and after dinner and clean up all of that we went upstairs to watch tv before going to bed, right? Well, I decided that I wanted a snack and I went back downstairs and all the neighbor kids were sitting around having a feeding frenzy. I saw them circling like sharks just waiting for us to go to bed, hahaha! But, that was just funny. It's amazing the things that have been getting done for me as a result of all this food, though.
Speaking of which, it is time to cook again. Tonight, I am ordering pizza, much to the senior chief's chagrine, and getting started on my next couple days worth of meals. I made some stuff up this weekend and the senior chief was singing songs in my honor and the boys chorused right in. The secret to life is all about the food!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Constant Change
Pretty much that is what life is, a state of constant change.
Still getting reports from the happenings over the weekend. Apparently, my 20 yr old and his buddy were in an accident while we were at Talladega. Which left the oldest kid to deal with it. Thankfully, there was no alcohol involved but the kid driving has a history of wrecking cars because he drives too damn fast.
I am not pleased. My 20 yr old blew me off this morning when I mentioned it. "Oh, it's alright," he said. I replied with, "Oh no it is NOT alright." Because it isn't. I feel bad that my oldest had to deal with that. But, I know he probably has a clue how I feelt about having to go and help him out of his accident.
Texas boy will be home next week. Not sure what's going on with him except he was really disappointed about not being at Talladega. Yeah, my kids do have to learn the old, into each life a little rain must fall deal.
I've got the senior chief covered up in paperwork and man he hates him some paperwork. But, man, that paperwork will bite you in the ass if it isn't completed, eh?
And so we enter the "revolving door" phase of parenthood.
Still getting reports from the happenings over the weekend. Apparently, my 20 yr old and his buddy were in an accident while we were at Talladega. Which left the oldest kid to deal with it. Thankfully, there was no alcohol involved but the kid driving has a history of wrecking cars because he drives too damn fast.
I am not pleased. My 20 yr old blew me off this morning when I mentioned it. "Oh, it's alright," he said. I replied with, "Oh no it is NOT alright." Because it isn't. I feel bad that my oldest had to deal with that. But, I know he probably has a clue how I feelt about having to go and help him out of his accident.
Texas boy will be home next week. Not sure what's going on with him except he was really disappointed about not being at Talladega. Yeah, my kids do have to learn the old, into each life a little rain must fall deal.
I've got the senior chief covered up in paperwork and man he hates him some paperwork. But, man, that paperwork will bite you in the ass if it isn't completed, eh?
And so we enter the "revolving door" phase of parenthood.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Is It That Time Already?
Dayum, it's almost the weekend again and I still haven't recovered from last weekend. I must be getting a little older..slowing down and whatnot. Of course, if the kids didn't constantly break things while we were gone.
This time, they broke the toilet. To be more specific, the toilet BOWL. How in the hell do you break a toilet bowl? You drop something harder than the porcelain on it while trying to clean it, apparently. So, I get to learn how to swap the toilet bowl. This is the same bathroom that you can't use the shower in because one of them man-handled the shower handle until it broke.
So, for those of you that are getting together this weekend for some fun and more fun! Well, have fun! Toss one back for the senior chief and I and maybe we'll catch the next one.
This time, they broke the toilet. To be more specific, the toilet BOWL. How in the hell do you break a toilet bowl? You drop something harder than the porcelain on it while trying to clean it, apparently. So, I get to learn how to swap the toilet bowl. This is the same bathroom that you can't use the shower in because one of them man-handled the shower handle until it broke.
So, for those of you that are getting together this weekend for some fun and more fun! Well, have fun! Toss one back for the senior chief and I and maybe we'll catch the next one.
And The Race
Sigh. Yeah, that kind of bummed me out. I hate to see ANY race finish that way, it really doesn't matter who's winning but when it is your favorite driver, it makes it tougher. I felt equally bad for the second place car, and he for sure isn't my favorite driver.
Talladega is one of those places where you cannot really understand the intensity of it unless you are there.
We usually sit on the front stretch halfway between the exit of turn 4 and the entrance to pit road. Get to see lots of action ...them trying to enter pit road 4 and 5 wide is pretty exciting. Anyway, during the truck race, every lap I thought they were going to wreck coming out of turn 3. Very intense racing that just is so not captured by the television.
The racing Sunday was particularly intense as well. They were 3 wide in a pack most of the day. Sometimes they were 4 wide. The new surface made that comfortable, apparently because I can remember the days that 4 wide at Talladega was a wreck for sure.
The cautions were few and for minor stuff. Mostly debris on the racetrack. The lead changes were numerous, so numerous that it was really impossible to tell who was going to win it. Really. And there were several people that really deserved the win but the one who won wasn't one of them. Ok, I'm not even a 24 fan, but if he would have won it after all his trouble, I'd have been feeling like I got my money's worth, eh?
Then there were the beer cans on the racetrack again this year. Yeah, and a few fans feel like that red car should have won it since they froze the field when the caution came out according to the last scoring loop. So, the guy that caused the caution gets to win the race. THAT'S the part that sucks. So, we came back to camp all hangdog and proceeded to get drunk and eat some good food just one more time.
Talladega is one of those places where you cannot really understand the intensity of it unless you are there.
We usually sit on the front stretch halfway between the exit of turn 4 and the entrance to pit road. Get to see lots of action ...them trying to enter pit road 4 and 5 wide is pretty exciting. Anyway, during the truck race, every lap I thought they were going to wreck coming out of turn 3. Very intense racing that just is so not captured by the television.
The racing Sunday was particularly intense as well. They were 3 wide in a pack most of the day. Sometimes they were 4 wide. The new surface made that comfortable, apparently because I can remember the days that 4 wide at Talladega was a wreck for sure.
The cautions were few and for minor stuff. Mostly debris on the racetrack. The lead changes were numerous, so numerous that it was really impossible to tell who was going to win it. Really. And there were several people that really deserved the win but the one who won wasn't one of them. Ok, I'm not even a 24 fan, but if he would have won it after all his trouble, I'd have been feeling like I got my money's worth, eh?
Then there were the beer cans on the racetrack again this year. Yeah, and a few fans feel like that red car should have won it since they froze the field when the caution came out according to the last scoring loop. So, the guy that caused the caution gets to win the race. THAT'S the part that sucks. So, we came back to camp all hangdog and proceeded to get drunk and eat some good food just one more time.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Don't Hit Me
Have you ever met one of those people who just cannot have a conversation with you without getting physical and when you introduce alcohol, it only makes it WORSE?
Yeah, we had one of those at the campsite this weekend. I guess our buddy decided to pay us back for the drama we caused last time and brought his own this time. Thanks, pal. So, one of the guys could not talk to you without flailing his arms so you had to back up an extra 3 feet so as to not be hit and then he would FOLLOW you and try and crowd your personal space while being that way.
He would beat on your back in the middle of a conversation, causing one to stumble forward. At one point, he knocked me over a cooler I was standing next to.
If you were in a conversation with someone, he would come up between the two of you, put his hands on your shoulders and shake you. If you were standing facing someone, he would come up behind you and rub your shoulders. Constantly touching you..constantly.
Now, I'm here to tell you that I don't like being touched all that much and being as short as I am, I have a much larger personal space. Funny how that works, doesn't it. People assume little people have less personal space than we actually require to feel not threatened. I sense a threat from further away because I am less physically capable of dealing with it head on, so it's better to lay an ambush. Just sayin'
The bigger guys had a lot more tolerance for it than I did. I was done with it within 12 hours of meeting him and that includes 10 hours of sleeping. After that, it just started to grate on me. He decided right off that he was a little scared of me. I told him that was a pretty good feeling to have and he ought to just go with that. They showed up around 2am Sat. morning. At around midnight Sat. night, buddy boy hit me one too many times.
I honestly don't know what triggered me. I tried to remember, really, but that guy just bugged the hell out of me. So, I pushed him ..hard. He went tumbling down the hill and landed right at the senior chief's feet. He looked up at the senior chief and said.."What did I do???" The senior chief high fived me and said, "I don't know but you better figure it out quick." I said it was kind of like Jr. not paying Edwards back for taking him out of the chase a couple of years ago.
And, ya know..he quit hitting me.
Yeah, we had one of those at the campsite this weekend. I guess our buddy decided to pay us back for the drama we caused last time and brought his own this time. Thanks, pal. So, one of the guys could not talk to you without flailing his arms so you had to back up an extra 3 feet so as to not be hit and then he would FOLLOW you and try and crowd your personal space while being that way.
He would beat on your back in the middle of a conversation, causing one to stumble forward. At one point, he knocked me over a cooler I was standing next to.
If you were in a conversation with someone, he would come up between the two of you, put his hands on your shoulders and shake you. If you were standing facing someone, he would come up behind you and rub your shoulders. Constantly touching you..constantly.
Now, I'm here to tell you that I don't like being touched all that much and being as short as I am, I have a much larger personal space. Funny how that works, doesn't it. People assume little people have less personal space than we actually require to feel not threatened. I sense a threat from further away because I am less physically capable of dealing with it head on, so it's better to lay an ambush. Just sayin'
The bigger guys had a lot more tolerance for it than I did. I was done with it within 12 hours of meeting him and that includes 10 hours of sleeping. After that, it just started to grate on me. He decided right off that he was a little scared of me. I told him that was a pretty good feeling to have and he ought to just go with that. They showed up around 2am Sat. morning. At around midnight Sat. night, buddy boy hit me one too many times.
I honestly don't know what triggered me. I tried to remember, really, but that guy just bugged the hell out of me. So, I pushed him ..hard. He went tumbling down the hill and landed right at the senior chief's feet. He looked up at the senior chief and said.."What did I do???" The senior chief high fived me and said, "I don't know but you better figure it out quick." I said it was kind of like Jr. not paying Edwards back for taking him out of the chase a couple of years ago.
And, ya know..he quit hitting me.
Back From The Race
You guys ought to know the drill by now. We got back yesterday and I'm worn out. It was fun as always and now I have to get a shower and all kinds of lovely stuff. I'll write more later.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Someday, Perhaps They'll Learn To Listen....
I doubt it, but Texas boy had himself a lesson today. I'm getting ready for Talladega, etc...waiting for the senior chief to come home and the phone rings.
"It's me", she says. I said, "Well, hello you" and she said, "NO, it's ME." I said, "Yes, ma'am, you're using your yes, ma'am voice, what can I do for you???" She giggled, and then got to the business of finding out my opinion of what is going on and to ask for the ex's phone number. Oh chit. Sure wouldn't want to be her right about now, seriously. So we talked about what was right and what was wrong and I said my piece and went my way.
Some time later, my son calls. "Hi", he says, "it's me." I said, "Hi, you, so what's going on?" He says, "I think Grandma's mad...sniffle" I said, "And this surprises you? Did you tell her you were leaving on Monday?" "Yes"
Well, damn, sucks being you don't it. He didn't want his grandma to yell at his mom..and I told him his mother was a grown woman number one and I'm sure an ass chewing wasn't going to kill her and number two, his mother deserved what she was going to get.
So, we talked about how HE created this mess and it was up to HIM to do right by his grandmother, and his mother had the chance to do the right thing as well, and she didn't. Now we better find out what the right thing to do is, and do it.
So, he decided that it would be better if he just postponed his trip to Alabama for awhile and came on home and that we would work on the scheduling of THAT...after this weekend. He wants his dad to call him too ..he thinks. The senior chief ain't none too pleased with him either. Hey, I am not going to yell or beat nobody's ass but when the natural consequences of your behavior catch up with you, well, I'm going to be standing on the sidelines with everyone else laughing and pointing because you're a dumbass.
Welcome to the real world, my son. And hahaha for the ex. I said that too..if she didn't back off she wasn't going to get to see him at all.
The senior chief never doubted. Perhaps others will learn to start listening as well. Or perhaps they won't. I'm going to Talladega for real now, I promise.
"It's me", she says. I said, "Well, hello you" and she said, "NO, it's ME." I said, "Yes, ma'am, you're using your yes, ma'am voice, what can I do for you???" She giggled, and then got to the business of finding out my opinion of what is going on and to ask for the ex's phone number. Oh chit. Sure wouldn't want to be her right about now, seriously. So we talked about what was right and what was wrong and I said my piece and went my way.
Some time later, my son calls. "Hi", he says, "it's me." I said, "Hi, you, so what's going on?" He says, "I think Grandma's mad...sniffle" I said, "And this surprises you? Did you tell her you were leaving on Monday?" "Yes"
Well, damn, sucks being you don't it. He didn't want his grandma to yell at his mom..and I told him his mother was a grown woman number one and I'm sure an ass chewing wasn't going to kill her and number two, his mother deserved what she was going to get.
So, we talked about how HE created this mess and it was up to HIM to do right by his grandmother, and his mother had the chance to do the right thing as well, and she didn't. Now we better find out what the right thing to do is, and do it.
So, he decided that it would be better if he just postponed his trip to Alabama for awhile and came on home and that we would work on the scheduling of THAT...after this weekend. He wants his dad to call him too ..he thinks. The senior chief ain't none too pleased with him either. Hey, I am not going to yell or beat nobody's ass but when the natural consequences of your behavior catch up with you, well, I'm going to be standing on the sidelines with everyone else laughing and pointing because you're a dumbass.
Welcome to the real world, my son. And hahaha for the ex. I said that too..if she didn't back off she wasn't going to get to see him at all.
The senior chief never doubted. Perhaps others will learn to start listening as well. Or perhaps they won't. I'm going to Talladega for real now, I promise.
Halloween Happenings
I know, it isn't Halloween just yet but it's been in the air being discussed.
My little people just finished reading, all by themselves, the first Harry Potter book. Not only are they proud of themselves, as they should be, but they are hooked and on Chapter 5 or 6 of the next book
So, they came to me the other day and told me that they didn't want to go trick or treating on Halloween this year, they ALWAYS do that. Could they do something different, please??? They could just eat the candy out of the bowl because nobody come to our house anyway.
So, inspired no doubt by the books, we are going to have a Halloween feast this year and stay home, dress up, and watch scary movies. That is the plan. How cool is that? And, you know, that just sounds like so much more fun than tromping around in the dark, worrying that some nutjob slipped your kid some poison, freezing your patooty off when you could be inside, feasting, entertaining, and the like.
Hey, every other holiday is a feast, why not Halloween too. Wish I'd have thought of it YEARS ago, to tell the truth. We're going to carve some pumpkins next week and I'll roast the seeds. We'll have pumpkin pie and I'll make some ghoulish snacks.
And I'll have to find some halloween type adult drinks for the senior chief and I and a good time will be had by all. I cannot wait.
But, now, I must begin packing for the trip to Talladega. See y'all ...Monday or Tuesday..depends on how much trouble we can find in 4 days. We gotta try and do a 4 day blogmeet sometime...really..it'll be fun.
My little people just finished reading, all by themselves, the first Harry Potter book. Not only are they proud of themselves, as they should be, but they are hooked and on Chapter 5 or 6 of the next book
So, they came to me the other day and told me that they didn't want to go trick or treating on Halloween this year, they ALWAYS do that. Could they do something different, please??? They could just eat the candy out of the bowl because nobody come to our house anyway.
So, inspired no doubt by the books, we are going to have a Halloween feast this year and stay home, dress up, and watch scary movies. That is the plan. How cool is that? And, you know, that just sounds like so much more fun than tromping around in the dark, worrying that some nutjob slipped your kid some poison, freezing your patooty off when you could be inside, feasting, entertaining, and the like.
Hey, every other holiday is a feast, why not Halloween too. Wish I'd have thought of it YEARS ago, to tell the truth. We're going to carve some pumpkins next week and I'll roast the seeds. We'll have pumpkin pie and I'll make some ghoulish snacks.
And I'll have to find some halloween type adult drinks for the senior chief and I and a good time will be had by all. I cannot wait.
But, now, I must begin packing for the trip to Talladega. See y'all ...Monday or Tuesday..depends on how much trouble we can find in 4 days. We gotta try and do a 4 day blogmeet sometime...really..it'll be fun.
Don't Mess With the Cook
Key Monroe had a post that got me to thinking this morning.
And considering that I cannot remember the last damn solid food I had, it's amazing that I'm as nice as I am. Ok, I remember the broccoli soup I had at the blog meet because that was the first semi-solid food I was allowed after that round of teeth pulling, but solid solid food..like meat...cannot remember, and it's still going to be a long wait. But omygod I am enjoying ice cream and popsicles and stuff like that like I haven't been able to in YEARS..so it's a bit of a trade off.
The senior chief and I had one of those mornings where one of my final sentences went something like, "And if that's how you're going to be, then cook your own damn breakfast." Well...he made me mad.
ALL the male people in my house do this to me. It does not matter what I am doing in the kitchen, one of them will come in and have to be doing something completely different or need me to stop what I'm doing to do something for them. It drives me nuts. It ESPECIALLY drives me nuts when they do it and I'm cooking food for them that I am not going to get to eat. Know what I mean?
A lot of it is the anal part of my personality. I like to do things RIGHT and if you don't pay attention while you're cooking, then stuff burns and it doesn't turn out good. And why do a thing if it's going to turn out bad beause you aren't afforded the time to pay attention to what you're doing? So, why would anybody in their right mind even think about messing with the person in the kitchen? But THIS is the time when they choose to come and ask me all the important questions of the day that I have to THINK about the answers to; questions that require some kind of action on MY part that I have to decide right THEN? This morning it was disciplinary action for one of the kids on an issue I had taken care of TWO days ago. Especially don't bitch me out for something I already solved.
The senior chief is understandably grouchy because everybody in the world has known that THIS weekend, we have plans. Correspondingly, they (and the list of who comprises "they" changes) make sure to have as many crises as they can right up until we leave. But, hey, I'm busting my ass to make sure we're all ready to go. He doesn't have to get all grouchy with me..especially not while I'm trying to cook his breakfast at 6 in the morning, eh? He got the message and got his breakfast cooked decently, too.
How simple is that..Don't Mess With The Cook?
And considering that I cannot remember the last damn solid food I had, it's amazing that I'm as nice as I am. Ok, I remember the broccoli soup I had at the blog meet because that was the first semi-solid food I was allowed after that round of teeth pulling, but solid solid food..like meat...cannot remember, and it's still going to be a long wait. But omygod I am enjoying ice cream and popsicles and stuff like that like I haven't been able to in YEARS..so it's a bit of a trade off.
The senior chief and I had one of those mornings where one of my final sentences went something like, "And if that's how you're going to be, then cook your own damn breakfast." Well...he made me mad.
ALL the male people in my house do this to me. It does not matter what I am doing in the kitchen, one of them will come in and have to be doing something completely different or need me to stop what I'm doing to do something for them. It drives me nuts. It ESPECIALLY drives me nuts when they do it and I'm cooking food for them that I am not going to get to eat. Know what I mean?
A lot of it is the anal part of my personality. I like to do things RIGHT and if you don't pay attention while you're cooking, then stuff burns and it doesn't turn out good. And why do a thing if it's going to turn out bad beause you aren't afforded the time to pay attention to what you're doing? So, why would anybody in their right mind even think about messing with the person in the kitchen? But THIS is the time when they choose to come and ask me all the important questions of the day that I have to THINK about the answers to; questions that require some kind of action on MY part that I have to decide right THEN? This morning it was disciplinary action for one of the kids on an issue I had taken care of TWO days ago. Especially don't bitch me out for something I already solved.
The senior chief is understandably grouchy because everybody in the world has known that THIS weekend, we have plans. Correspondingly, they (and the list of who comprises "they" changes) make sure to have as many crises as they can right up until we leave. But, hey, I'm busting my ass to make sure we're all ready to go. He doesn't have to get all grouchy with me..especially not while I'm trying to cook his breakfast at 6 in the morning, eh? He got the message and got his breakfast cooked decently, too.
How simple is that..Don't Mess With The Cook?
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
I Guess I'll Be The Queen Bitch Today
Dayum, but I am in a MOOD today. I am a relatively nice person..not too much really bothers me. I have no problem what soever with the "live and let live" kind of thing, until it starts messing with my ability to live..you know, treat people the way you want to be treated and all of that.
But, I am assuredly, NOT a pushover just because I believe in these things. It doesn't mean you can walk on me, say what you want and expect that I'm just going to TAKE IT, because if THAT'S what you think, you got another thing coming. I'm really NOT easily offended, either.
But, the exfuckingfamily has pissed me off once again. Geez, the ex just coninually does not get it. And she has really pissed me off. I mean, pissed me off to the point that I just might let the senior chief deal with her. See, when the senior chief and I got married, he was relieved of his duties to the ex-wife. It was bad when they were in the same room, so I played the mediator, if you will. I dropped the kids off, picked them up..you know, dealt with her. If she wanted to be a bitch, which seems to be a permanent state of mind, I just made sure she didn't get what she wanted. It's been a power struggle for 11 years or so and I continually win. As I mentioned, I win by not playing and by calling the shots as I see them. She, one time, just one time, had the AUDACITY to complain to the senior chief about having to deal with me. Oh hell no...y'all probably know how that went over. We had a counselor go off on her too. Her OWN DAMN COUNSELOR...ok..not just ANY counselor..but her own counselor told her that she better be nice to me.
So, I straightened out the deal with the 18 yr old moving to Alabama. He's going to VISIT Alabama and then come home here. We have a date fixed and everything. She pushed and was keeping him until after Thanksgiving, but he'll be home in EARLY November, because he wants to spend time with his older brother before he moves. So, her counter move was to pick him up from Texas this Monday with the excuse that she can't get any other day off. I had a FIT when he told me that. My mother in law asked him for 2 weeks. That kid better convince her that it would not be wise to push any further because this time, I will turn the senior chief on her and God help her if I do that.
My mother in law asked for 2 more weeks with him, right? They have plans to go out of town this weekend and the ex moved the day to get him up to Monday. I swear to God, if Jake can't get anywhere with her, I will drive to Texas myself and he won't go to Alabama at all. Watch me.
But, I am assuredly, NOT a pushover just because I believe in these things. It doesn't mean you can walk on me, say what you want and expect that I'm just going to TAKE IT, because if THAT'S what you think, you got another thing coming. I'm really NOT easily offended, either.
But, the exfuckingfamily has pissed me off once again. Geez, the ex just coninually does not get it. And she has really pissed me off. I mean, pissed me off to the point that I just might let the senior chief deal with her. See, when the senior chief and I got married, he was relieved of his duties to the ex-wife. It was bad when they were in the same room, so I played the mediator, if you will. I dropped the kids off, picked them up..you know, dealt with her. If she wanted to be a bitch, which seems to be a permanent state of mind, I just made sure she didn't get what she wanted. It's been a power struggle for 11 years or so and I continually win. As I mentioned, I win by not playing and by calling the shots as I see them. She, one time, just one time, had the AUDACITY to complain to the senior chief about having to deal with me. Oh hell no...y'all probably know how that went over. We had a counselor go off on her too. Her OWN DAMN COUNSELOR...ok..not just ANY counselor..but her own counselor told her that she better be nice to me.
So, I straightened out the deal with the 18 yr old moving to Alabama. He's going to VISIT Alabama and then come home here. We have a date fixed and everything. She pushed and was keeping him until after Thanksgiving, but he'll be home in EARLY November, because he wants to spend time with his older brother before he moves. So, her counter move was to pick him up from Texas this Monday with the excuse that she can't get any other day off. I had a FIT when he told me that. My mother in law asked him for 2 weeks. That kid better convince her that it would not be wise to push any further because this time, I will turn the senior chief on her and God help her if I do that.
My mother in law asked for 2 more weeks with him, right? They have plans to go out of town this weekend and the ex moved the day to get him up to Monday. I swear to God, if Jake can't get anywhere with her, I will drive to Texas myself and he won't go to Alabama at all. Watch me.
Email Vs. Blogging
Well, Dax wrote a post that got me to thinking this morning. Emailing VS blogging.
The very cool thing about blogging is that it can be anything you want it to be for any purpose that you want it to be there for.
The question he poses about email is an interesting one, though. I kind of always wondered about it myself...why people sent out those forwards and whatnot. It seems to be less of a problem for me personally in recent years. 10 years ago, it was a big problem, when 14.4k was top of the line. On a side note, has it really been that long?
My primary purpose for email is for simple one on one communication with someone. I don't do forwards. I have one girl that sends them to me, but she can keep on because she's choosy and only sends me stuff that makes a difference in my day. Anyway, I LOVE email just like a little kid loves snail mail. I love to get email and letters.
I thought when I started blogging it would serve two purposes..one, to develop my writing skill, and two, to perhaps serve as a place where the family could all get the news of us without me having to send out so many different individual emails. Ha. Didn't work that way...which is fine, really, in the long run, because now that I am doing it I am finding that I am kind of private about it too.
I like email because I really just hate to talk on the phone. I'll do it, but I don't ENJOY it. So, for me, email isn't aniquated or anything, it just serves a different purpose, a different need.
Sometimes we need to be around masses of people and sometimes we need one on one conversations with people. How wonderful, really, that we have the means to do both.
The advent of blogging has also changed the scope of email, as well. It's more easy to make that decision of the masses vs. individuality with blogging. Used to be you were stuck in a chat room if you wanted masses and message board writing was very popular. I like message board writing too, but again, it's purely information exchange. Then there were the people who solved the problem by having different email addresses to handle the different discussions they were having.
Blogging seems to be the solution to it all. Since people are not limited to just information sharing or even staying on a particular subject in these formats, particularly the message board format, blogging certainly fills the gap.
The very cool thing about blogging is that it can be anything you want it to be for any purpose that you want it to be there for.
The question he poses about email is an interesting one, though. I kind of always wondered about it myself...why people sent out those forwards and whatnot. It seems to be less of a problem for me personally in recent years. 10 years ago, it was a big problem, when 14.4k was top of the line. On a side note, has it really been that long?
My primary purpose for email is for simple one on one communication with someone. I don't do forwards. I have one girl that sends them to me, but she can keep on because she's choosy and only sends me stuff that makes a difference in my day. Anyway, I LOVE email just like a little kid loves snail mail. I love to get email and letters.
I thought when I started blogging it would serve two purposes..one, to develop my writing skill, and two, to perhaps serve as a place where the family could all get the news of us without me having to send out so many different individual emails. Ha. Didn't work that way...which is fine, really, in the long run, because now that I am doing it I am finding that I am kind of private about it too.
I like email because I really just hate to talk on the phone. I'll do it, but I don't ENJOY it. So, for me, email isn't aniquated or anything, it just serves a different purpose, a different need.
Sometimes we need to be around masses of people and sometimes we need one on one conversations with people. How wonderful, really, that we have the means to do both.
The advent of blogging has also changed the scope of email, as well. It's more easy to make that decision of the masses vs. individuality with blogging. Used to be you were stuck in a chat room if you wanted masses and message board writing was very popular. I like message board writing too, but again, it's purely information exchange. Then there were the people who solved the problem by having different email addresses to handle the different discussions they were having.
Blogging seems to be the solution to it all. Since people are not limited to just information sharing or even staying on a particular subject in these formats, particularly the message board format, blogging certainly fills the gap.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
The Cure For Writer's Block??
I recently finished reading Battlefield Earth, by L. Ron Hubbard. Scientology aside, the man was a brilliant author. Methinks a touch big headed as a result, but that's a whole different analysis. All I'm saying, is the source is credible. That led me to do a little research on our author.
People are my thing. My most brilliant writing has been done by first reading and then drawing conclusions about the person as a whole. I do this with television, too. You see, the artist cannot help but leave an impression upon the audience of his beliefs and feelings about things, no matter how anonymous he is. We may not be able to discern the simple things like favorite colors, or whatever, but those core values always shine though. Our feelings about the state of the world bleeds over into the story lines. Does anyone doubt that L. Ron Hubbard had a fear of losing his mind and of psychiatrists? See what I mean?
I find it scarily fascinating that as an aspiring author, I find many of the things he says in this article are so true. Go ahead and read it, it's a good article. Excellent, even. The old argument, which is the better style of writing, write what you know, or write to learn? I like to write to learn, as well. And, that's the scary part. But that's the thing with the truth. It doesn't matter from where the truth comes, it just resonates. Now, does this mean that he's right about religion? No, but again, that's a whole different subject. But his method for writing is sure worth a try, is it not??
People are my thing. My most brilliant writing has been done by first reading and then drawing conclusions about the person as a whole. I do this with television, too. You see, the artist cannot help but leave an impression upon the audience of his beliefs and feelings about things, no matter how anonymous he is. We may not be able to discern the simple things like favorite colors, or whatever, but those core values always shine though. Our feelings about the state of the world bleeds over into the story lines. Does anyone doubt that L. Ron Hubbard had a fear of losing his mind and of psychiatrists? See what I mean?
I find it scarily fascinating that as an aspiring author, I find many of the things he says in this article are so true. Go ahead and read it, it's a good article. Excellent, even. The old argument, which is the better style of writing, write what you know, or write to learn? I like to write to learn, as well. And, that's the scary part. But that's the thing with the truth. It doesn't matter from where the truth comes, it just resonates. Now, does this mean that he's right about religion? No, but again, that's a whole different subject. But his method for writing is sure worth a try, is it not??
Monday, October 02, 2006
Hell's Bells
If y'all could see me, I'm standing here having an absolute fit. I am stomping and raging and cussing and all of that. Well, on the inside anyway.
So, things are starting to smooth out and we are starting to relax a little. First mistake, eh? Always there is some shit just brewing in the background. Makes ya wonder what in the hell kind of purgatory this thing called life, is.
In the background, there is always the ex and her family just stirring up trouble any way they can. I might have mentioned there being a natural kind of power struggle over the loyalties and love of the boys. See, I won by not playing, for the most part.
But, the youngest stepchild, the one who went to Texas, is being pressured to come to Alabama instead. He doesn't even realize he's being pressured, comprende? But the mere fact that they even suggested it at such a time..when as far as they know, that is the only support my mother in law has after the death of her husband, is pressure. But, being only 18, he doesn't really recognize it for what it is because the caveat was added..."But do what makes YOU happy." Right. Bite my ass, bitch.
So, the senior chief was on the phone with his mother last night and you can imagine just how freaked they are over this. I mean, I am still pretty much an innocent bystander in the whole deal, they were right in the line of fire and are still a little shell shocked. Funny, everybody in the family who came into contact with her is still a little shell shocked..13 years later. When does the healing begin. It can't with a constant source of irritation being applied.
But, see folks, the move just ain't gonna happen. My husband has a lot more faith than my mother in law...and the exfucking family said they'd come and get him. But, it still ain't gonna happen. See, cuz there's a LOT more to being a mother than just giving birth. I have a few favors that I can call in and I have the advantage of being clear thinking and I can think logically at that point in time so therefore I can win by virtue of the fact that I cook better, things are funner here, and he needs a vehicle to get out in bumfuck 'bama, and he ain't moving nowhere else til he comes and visits me and the siblings for awhile. If he's moving, then the holidays are mine. Fair enough, right??? Or, please come home, because I miss you. The thing being, is that I can be honest and not have to finagle..isn't that cool. The ex-bitch, however, is forced to resort to nothing but finagling. Her bad. If she would have ever even given that a try, I might have had a real struggle on my hands.
How confident do I sound? Good, because that's the secret. Shh..don't tell anybody.
So, things are starting to smooth out and we are starting to relax a little. First mistake, eh? Always there is some shit just brewing in the background. Makes ya wonder what in the hell kind of purgatory this thing called life, is.
In the background, there is always the ex and her family just stirring up trouble any way they can. I might have mentioned there being a natural kind of power struggle over the loyalties and love of the boys. See, I won by not playing, for the most part.
But, the youngest stepchild, the one who went to Texas, is being pressured to come to Alabama instead. He doesn't even realize he's being pressured, comprende? But the mere fact that they even suggested it at such a time..when as far as they know, that is the only support my mother in law has after the death of her husband, is pressure. But, being only 18, he doesn't really recognize it for what it is because the caveat was added..."But do what makes YOU happy." Right. Bite my ass, bitch.
So, the senior chief was on the phone with his mother last night and you can imagine just how freaked they are over this. I mean, I am still pretty much an innocent bystander in the whole deal, they were right in the line of fire and are still a little shell shocked. Funny, everybody in the family who came into contact with her is still a little shell shocked..13 years later. When does the healing begin. It can't with a constant source of irritation being applied.
But, see folks, the move just ain't gonna happen. My husband has a lot more faith than my mother in law...and the exfucking family said they'd come and get him. But, it still ain't gonna happen. See, cuz there's a LOT more to being a mother than just giving birth. I have a few favors that I can call in and I have the advantage of being clear thinking and I can think logically at that point in time so therefore I can win by virtue of the fact that I cook better, things are funner here, and he needs a vehicle to get out in bumfuck 'bama, and he ain't moving nowhere else til he comes and visits me and the siblings for awhile. If he's moving, then the holidays are mine. Fair enough, right??? Or, please come home, because I miss you. The thing being, is that I can be honest and not have to finagle..isn't that cool. The ex-bitch, however, is forced to resort to nothing but finagling. Her bad. If she would have ever even given that a try, I might have had a real struggle on my hands.
How confident do I sound? Good, because that's the secret. Shh..don't tell anybody.
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