Y'all would be surprised at just how much of my day is spent..just shooting the shit with someone. That's what they all want to do...and I got to thinking about that and that is pretty much the sum of what we want from all of our relationships, romantically aside..is someone to just be comfortable and shoot the shit with.
With marriage, it's someone you can shoot the shit with for the rest of your life, and even during sex, if you're so inclined. After a certain amount of time being married, you have to actually search for things to shoot the shit about, or your relationship gets a little boring and stale.
Hey, I do that. I search for good conversation topics, and then I don't blog about them..haha! If I blogged about that stuff, it'd probably be better, really.
So, I have scheduled times with each of the kids to just shoot the shit about whatever they want and this weekend, we're just going to be standing around with a bunch of people..shooting the shit.
That's actually most people's GOAL in life..to be able to have time to just stand around and shoot the shit. Sounds good in theory..but when you have so many damn people that need it...work doesn't get done.
Life's kind of a bitch like that, isn't it?
Going to Talladega. The senior chief is already there...the party has started..ha! Me and the kids are going today..the other kid is coming tomorrow and we're going to stagger out of there. I have the duckling watch...so I will be back Sun. night to prep for Monday morning stuff. My ass is going right back to bed on Mon. morning, I'm sure. It's going to be a BLAST!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Talladega Weekend
That would be this weekend. I am geared up, as usual! We have the biggest crowd ever going this time and it's families and couples so we've really changed the dynamics this time. Got lots of food for grilling and a good time will be had by all.
I am whooped lately. I mean, it's just been busy, busy since the end of February. And especially since the end of March. I mean I cannot believe we are almost done with April already. Where the heck did April go?
The car is back on the road. The slave cylinder went, for some reason. Probably heat...it did look new..but whatever. I think there's an issue with the transmission, too, truth be told. Something isn't lined up in there right, I can tell. First and second are really stiff, and then they loosen up and third and fourth get really stiff. The senior chief affirmed that something, indeed isn't right with that. That is because he started the little white devil up...my true car. It's nice and easy all the way around, even with the throwout bearing getting ready to fail. I miss that car. Although, the extra power in the Iroc...is just fine with me. I used a bit of it..hehe. I still don't know if I'm ready for that 383 yet, but I sure will be happy to give it a whirl. But, when mine gets her makeover...look out...I'm gonna become a ferocious bitch for anybody that wants to be driving my car. I have shared with the kids just long enough now..KWIM? Done with it.
I bought myself a nice hot new little lawnmower this weekend and I've been a lawnmowing little chick. I love that thing..it's got an automatic start (key) and it's self propelling so it'll haul my lazy ass right on up the hill. Because it's a push mower, though, I still get all the exercise. I dropped 6 pounds recently just quitting the Dr. Pepper...minus the one I get in the morning..I mean, come on already is IS Dr. Pepper after all.
But, hey, you want to get kids to do some chores for you? Get a hot new little toy like that and then by the time everybody "has a go" then your chore is done. Til it's old and worn out then it's time to go get a new one anyway, if you play it right. Just sayin' when you're dealing with the male species, it is always about the toys..or tools, I mean. Same difference really...toys to make bigger toys with. And do not get me wrong..tools rule...absolutely! Tools can turn a job into a buttload of fun, really.
We are so taking the big grill to the campsite this time. Since my group is the biggest..we're bringing eight by ourselves...then I'll be cooking our food, for the most part. I am a pretty damn good cook...too...no hot dogs and crap like that...and there will be boiled peanuts. That, we have found, is just a necessity at Talladega. Nothing like hiking your ass back to the camp, and since everybody is at the race track, nobody is fixing the food, so anyway, boiled peanuts are PERFECT for that occasion. Grab a handful and snack while the fire is getting started and food getting prepped and all of that.
Hopefully, there will be a sleeping in day..or a just sleeping all damn day ..day in my future. I have been sincerly balls to the wall since the end of Feb. It's time for a day off...and all of it has been fun stuff....travelling and seeing family and all of that...but shoot in another 2 months, we're going again...and I plan on doing quite a bit of camping with the kids this summer. There is just all kinds of cool places that are close to go and do stuff like that. This year is the year, trust me.
I'd like to squeeze a trip to Fla. in and do the Busch Gardens there. I know I should blog more often...but whatever. Until I get to blog again..y'all have a wonderful time. If you aren't having fun, then you obviously aren't doing it right. Oh...good blog post for next time then.
I am whooped lately. I mean, it's just been busy, busy since the end of February. And especially since the end of March. I mean I cannot believe we are almost done with April already. Where the heck did April go?
The car is back on the road. The slave cylinder went, for some reason. Probably heat...it did look new..but whatever. I think there's an issue with the transmission, too, truth be told. Something isn't lined up in there right, I can tell. First and second are really stiff, and then they loosen up and third and fourth get really stiff. The senior chief affirmed that something, indeed isn't right with that. That is because he started the little white devil up...my true car. It's nice and easy all the way around, even with the throwout bearing getting ready to fail. I miss that car. Although, the extra power in the Iroc...is just fine with me. I used a bit of it..hehe. I still don't know if I'm ready for that 383 yet, but I sure will be happy to give it a whirl. But, when mine gets her makeover...look out...I'm gonna become a ferocious bitch for anybody that wants to be driving my car. I have shared with the kids just long enough now..KWIM? Done with it.
I bought myself a nice hot new little lawnmower this weekend and I've been a lawnmowing little chick. I love that thing..it's got an automatic start (key) and it's self propelling so it'll haul my lazy ass right on up the hill. Because it's a push mower, though, I still get all the exercise. I dropped 6 pounds recently just quitting the Dr. Pepper...minus the one I get in the morning..I mean, come on already is IS Dr. Pepper after all.
But, hey, you want to get kids to do some chores for you? Get a hot new little toy like that and then by the time everybody "has a go" then your chore is done. Til it's old and worn out then it's time to go get a new one anyway, if you play it right. Just sayin' when you're dealing with the male species, it is always about the toys..or tools, I mean. Same difference really...toys to make bigger toys with. And do not get me wrong..tools rule...absolutely! Tools can turn a job into a buttload of fun, really.
We are so taking the big grill to the campsite this time. Since my group is the biggest..we're bringing eight by ourselves...then I'll be cooking our food, for the most part. I am a pretty damn good cook...too...no hot dogs and crap like that...and there will be boiled peanuts. That, we have found, is just a necessity at Talladega. Nothing like hiking your ass back to the camp, and since everybody is at the race track, nobody is fixing the food, so anyway, boiled peanuts are PERFECT for that occasion. Grab a handful and snack while the fire is getting started and food getting prepped and all of that.
Hopefully, there will be a sleeping in day..or a just sleeping all damn day ..day in my future. I have been sincerly balls to the wall since the end of Feb. It's time for a day off...and all of it has been fun stuff....travelling and seeing family and all of that...but shoot in another 2 months, we're going again...and I plan on doing quite a bit of camping with the kids this summer. There is just all kinds of cool places that are close to go and do stuff like that. This year is the year, trust me.
I'd like to squeeze a trip to Fla. in and do the Busch Gardens there. I know I should blog more often...but whatever. Until I get to blog again..y'all have a wonderful time. If you aren't having fun, then you obviously aren't doing it right. Oh...good blog post for next time then.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Solutions
So, my spring trip to Texas is good for everybody. It's good for me because I get to hang around some women folk and talk about girl shit...you know, shopping, food and the latest fashions..blah, blah blah.
It's good for the guys..not for exactly the same reason since I am outnumbered, but it's good for them to do without me for a week or so. Makes 'em sweet when I get back because they missed me.
Just sayin'.
It's good for the guys..not for exactly the same reason since I am outnumbered, but it's good for them to do without me for a week or so. Makes 'em sweet when I get back because they missed me.
Just sayin'.
Perspective
It is all about perspective, isn't it? I mean when you think about it, there are so many versions of the truth. Not just yours and mine as single versions but we can each probably see MULTIPLE versions of the truth in one statement. But, there is still, even with all the versions, a core truth, the hard core truth, if you will. Maybe the word I'm looking for is raw?
Anyway, that was just a random thought and not what I came here to talk to you about today. Well, perspective anyway. It's a funny thing...perspective. Sometimes to change your perspective, you have to change your physical location and routine. Going to Texas always serves this purpose for me and it's always a good thing.
I got up yesterday morning, bitchy, but indeed relieved. I thought I was spiraling into a depression...or had spiralled and I didn't know how to pull myself out of it. Man, just getting up was a chore. Yeah...
So, I went to Texas...got a different perspective...came home and realized....
My fucking bed sucks. I'm so damn tired all day long because my damn bed just sucks. Yay..in a way. I'm not depressed at ALL..just legitimately tired. You know...I can so deal with that. I kinda feel like a dumbass, though.
Anyway, that was just a random thought and not what I came here to talk to you about today. Well, perspective anyway. It's a funny thing...perspective. Sometimes to change your perspective, you have to change your physical location and routine. Going to Texas always serves this purpose for me and it's always a good thing.
I got up yesterday morning, bitchy, but indeed relieved. I thought I was spiraling into a depression...or had spiralled and I didn't know how to pull myself out of it. Man, just getting up was a chore. Yeah...
So, I went to Texas...got a different perspective...came home and realized....
My fucking bed sucks. I'm so damn tired all day long because my damn bed just sucks. Yay..in a way. I'm not depressed at ALL..just legitimately tired. You know...I can so deal with that. I kinda feel like a dumbass, though.
Back
I went to Texas for spring break. The kids demanded to see their grandmother, haha! I love spending time with the senior chief's family. Things are simple there.
I had a great trip until the last 5 minutes of the drive, believe it or not.
I took the IROC and man, that car is a dream to drive, too. Oh MAN is it a dream to drive. As it stands now, my little white car, though not a chick car, is the chick car of the group. That's cool, though. I don't have a problem handling any of the other ones.
I got that sucker up to 105 at one point on the trip and it was just wanting to keep on going. Air flow is a deal with these things but I didn't notice too much.
I had one truck that didn't want to let me on the highway after one stop, so I just dropped it into 4th, floored it and left him standing still. My eighteen year old was like...WOW...holy crap, now I know what's cool about these cars. Cracked me up, he did.
So, I beat my time by 45 minutes this time, which is about as good as you can do...well, I would have beat my time anyway.
As soon as I pulled off the highway when I got home, I came around the corner and stopped behind the car at the red light. I depressed the clutch to put it into first gear, and as soon as I did, I heard this SNAP and that clutch pedal was no longer stiff. It went right to the floor. And I went ..fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, where are the hazards, just fuck. Yes, I did. I knew we were done with our trip.
I popped the hazards, waved people around me, prayed they didn't rear end me with all my kiddos in the back, called the senior chief and waited. I knew he wasn't fixing it right there.
He and my 20 yr old came along like knights in shining armor, they did. The senior chief bumped me through the intersection to a safe place, the 20 yr old grabbed the youngsters and took them home and we proceeded to diagnose the problem...
I blew the line right off the master cylinder...go freaking figure. What a wierd thing. The senior chief thinks it got hot..which makes sense. I mean, the engine runs really cool, but down there where the headers are, was the line for the clutch and after 800 miles or so, those headers heat up pretty well. As well, it was a new beefed up clutch to go with all the engine upgrades, but we reckon the master and slave cylinders probably were not replaced or upgraded if they were replaced. And I had heated that sucker up good going through the connector.
So, looks like all the cars are going to get that upgrade and a heat sleeve for the line.
My mother in law freaked out a little bit and was glad it happened where I had knights to rescue me...hehe. That's the upside to putting up with the little attitudes that occur...eh? I think it's a pretty good tradeoff.
So, we're standing there and the senior chief has his straps out to tow me on home and who pulls up but our local neighborhood cop. Yeah, the same one who arrested my 20 yr old not too long ago. He rolls up and I knew who he was because the senior chief got all...nervous. I mean, I don't know what he was thinking because it was such a stupid, obvious lie...he told the guy..well, I'm just going to tow her blah blah blah...like he wasn't going to tow me home and it was obvious. The policeman had an answer for everything but calmed down whenever I stepped out into the headlights. He felt more comfortable calling the tow truck for us...which is what I wanted to do. I HATE driving while towing either being the towER or towEE. So, he called the tow truck for us and all was good. We were glad the 20 yr old wasn't around, for sure. I went ahead and flirted with the cop a little...he was one, he really gets off on being a knight in shining armor, himself, I could tell.
So, alls well that ends well, but that was a little more adventure than I was looking for. And now, back to the grindstone.
I had a great trip until the last 5 minutes of the drive, believe it or not.
I took the IROC and man, that car is a dream to drive, too. Oh MAN is it a dream to drive. As it stands now, my little white car, though not a chick car, is the chick car of the group. That's cool, though. I don't have a problem handling any of the other ones.
I got that sucker up to 105 at one point on the trip and it was just wanting to keep on going. Air flow is a deal with these things but I didn't notice too much.
I had one truck that didn't want to let me on the highway after one stop, so I just dropped it into 4th, floored it and left him standing still. My eighteen year old was like...WOW...holy crap, now I know what's cool about these cars. Cracked me up, he did.
So, I beat my time by 45 minutes this time, which is about as good as you can do...well, I would have beat my time anyway.
As soon as I pulled off the highway when I got home, I came around the corner and stopped behind the car at the red light. I depressed the clutch to put it into first gear, and as soon as I did, I heard this SNAP and that clutch pedal was no longer stiff. It went right to the floor. And I went ..fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, where are the hazards, just fuck. Yes, I did. I knew we were done with our trip.
I popped the hazards, waved people around me, prayed they didn't rear end me with all my kiddos in the back, called the senior chief and waited. I knew he wasn't fixing it right there.
He and my 20 yr old came along like knights in shining armor, they did. The senior chief bumped me through the intersection to a safe place, the 20 yr old grabbed the youngsters and took them home and we proceeded to diagnose the problem...
I blew the line right off the master cylinder...go freaking figure. What a wierd thing. The senior chief thinks it got hot..which makes sense. I mean, the engine runs really cool, but down there where the headers are, was the line for the clutch and after 800 miles or so, those headers heat up pretty well. As well, it was a new beefed up clutch to go with all the engine upgrades, but we reckon the master and slave cylinders probably were not replaced or upgraded if they were replaced. And I had heated that sucker up good going through the connector.
So, looks like all the cars are going to get that upgrade and a heat sleeve for the line.
My mother in law freaked out a little bit and was glad it happened where I had knights to rescue me...hehe. That's the upside to putting up with the little attitudes that occur...eh? I think it's a pretty good tradeoff.
So, we're standing there and the senior chief has his straps out to tow me on home and who pulls up but our local neighborhood cop. Yeah, the same one who arrested my 20 yr old not too long ago. He rolls up and I knew who he was because the senior chief got all...nervous. I mean, I don't know what he was thinking because it was such a stupid, obvious lie...he told the guy..well, I'm just going to tow her blah blah blah...like he wasn't going to tow me home and it was obvious. The policeman had an answer for everything but calmed down whenever I stepped out into the headlights. He felt more comfortable calling the tow truck for us...which is what I wanted to do. I HATE driving while towing either being the towER or towEE. So, he called the tow truck for us and all was good. We were glad the 20 yr old wasn't around, for sure. I went ahead and flirted with the cop a little...he was one, he really gets off on being a knight in shining armor, himself, I could tell.
So, alls well that ends well, but that was a little more adventure than I was looking for. And now, back to the grindstone.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Senior Chief Privileges
Let me tell y'all something. When boys turn 20 or so..they lose their minds. I mean..gone. They have attitudes like there's no tomorrow and in the case around here, all of them think they ought to have senior chief privileges. I tell ya, I spend a lot of time pissed off at them at this age. This is when their daddy's save their ever loving lives. Seriously.
The other night I was talking to my blogdaddy on the phone and one of them I swear to God was in the kitchen slamming stuff around because his dinner wasn't done yet. Oh hell no. And, yeah, he had the balls to tell it to me like that. He surely didn't say the same thing to his daddy when I sent HIM in there. If that boy would have broken my toaster oven...just sayin'.
About 25 or so, they come back around and they are the sweet people you remember them being when they were younger. What happens to them for those 5 years...is anybody's guess but let me tell ya, it ain't pretty.
So, for my faithful man readers, if I seem a little down on men lately, that would be the reason. It's not men..it's these dumb boy-men I am surrounded with. They do work a nerve occasionally.
The other night I was talking to my blogdaddy on the phone and one of them I swear to God was in the kitchen slamming stuff around because his dinner wasn't done yet. Oh hell no. And, yeah, he had the balls to tell it to me like that. He surely didn't say the same thing to his daddy when I sent HIM in there. If that boy would have broken my toaster oven...just sayin'.
About 25 or so, they come back around and they are the sweet people you remember them being when they were younger. What happens to them for those 5 years...is anybody's guess but let me tell ya, it ain't pretty.
So, for my faithful man readers, if I seem a little down on men lately, that would be the reason. It's not men..it's these dumb boy-men I am surrounded with. They do work a nerve occasionally.
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