I want to know. Why do people hide their trashcans? Seriously.
Have you ever been to someone's house and you are looking for a trashcan to throw ...say a soda can or whatever away ...and you can't find them anywhere?
Why would you want to hide your trashcans? How the hell do you expect people to use them if they are hidden?
I don't hide my trashcans, yet people still have a hard time throwing stuff away.
I have a trashcan in every room within distance to the couches and anywhere else people congregate. They are emptied often so as not to smell, but they are there for people to see. And to use.
You can't use them if you can't find them.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Don't Judge a Book By It's Movie
I am hoping we don't get iced in for a week this time. It was fun the first time, but it's too soon for another.
I do have plenty of books to keep me occupied. My "to read" list is pretty long right now. I recently read the Inkheart trilogy. I don't know if they were supposed to be kids books, or what, but I thoroughly enjoyed them. I had seen parts of the movie and thought it was cute. I wasn't disappointed. It was more than cute, and totally unexpected. Some say "Don't judge a book by it's cover." I say, "Don't judge a book by it's movie".
Maybe it's just me, but I find that books are far better than movies. I like movies that are original movies. I hate movies that are made out of books. The movie makers invariably leave out something that brings so much to the charm of the books.
For instance, leaving out Peeves in the Harry Potter series, was just taking an important part of the lightheartedness out of the whole series.
I was watching Prince Caspian the other day, and I couldn't even enjoy it. All I was thinking was "Oh hell no, it didn't EVEN happen like that.
I have series that I'm reading with the kids, too. That's fun. They have accepted that I always get the book first. That's just how it is. I read fast enough that they don't have to wait long. That's why they tolerate it. They know they only have to wait one day. Yabu Jr. tried bitching about it, but he didn't get very far. They like the fact that as the story unfolds, they can talk to me about parts of it.
My daughter tried bitching about it too. Until this latest book from the House of Night series we are reading together. One of her favorite characters died, and she was happy to come and talk to me about it. That way I could forewarn the Senior Chief as well.
I'm sure she'll find that when they make them into movies, she'll be a tad disappointed.
If there is a movie that you enjoy and there is a book version of it, I urge you to read the book. Don't judge a book by it's movie.
I do have plenty of books to keep me occupied. My "to read" list is pretty long right now. I recently read the Inkheart trilogy. I don't know if they were supposed to be kids books, or what, but I thoroughly enjoyed them. I had seen parts of the movie and thought it was cute. I wasn't disappointed. It was more than cute, and totally unexpected. Some say "Don't judge a book by it's cover." I say, "Don't judge a book by it's movie".
Maybe it's just me, but I find that books are far better than movies. I like movies that are original movies. I hate movies that are made out of books. The movie makers invariably leave out something that brings so much to the charm of the books.
For instance, leaving out Peeves in the Harry Potter series, was just taking an important part of the lightheartedness out of the whole series.
I was watching Prince Caspian the other day, and I couldn't even enjoy it. All I was thinking was "Oh hell no, it didn't EVEN happen like that.
I have series that I'm reading with the kids, too. That's fun. They have accepted that I always get the book first. That's just how it is. I read fast enough that they don't have to wait long. That's why they tolerate it. They know they only have to wait one day. Yabu Jr. tried bitching about it, but he didn't get very far. They like the fact that as the story unfolds, they can talk to me about parts of it.
My daughter tried bitching about it too. Until this latest book from the House of Night series we are reading together. One of her favorite characters died, and she was happy to come and talk to me about it. That way I could forewarn the Senior Chief as well.
I'm sure she'll find that when they make them into movies, she'll be a tad disappointed.
If there is a movie that you enjoy and there is a book version of it, I urge you to read the book. Don't judge a book by it's movie.
Monday, January 17, 2011
12 Days Before Racing Season Starts
On the twelfth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...a beer in a mug.
On the eleventh day before racing season, my true love gave to me...two new recliners, and a beer in a mug
On the tenth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the ninth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the eighth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the seventh day before racing season, my true love gave to me... six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the sixth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the fifth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the fourth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the third day before racing season, my true love gave to me...ten Goodyear tires, nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston Cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the second day before racing season, my true love gave to me..eleven race tickets, ten Goodyear tires, nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners and a beer in a mug.
On the day before racing season, my true love gave to me...twelve laps around the track, eleven race tickets, ten Goodyear tires, nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the eleventh day before racing season, my true love gave to me...two new recliners, and a beer in a mug
On the tenth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the ninth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the eighth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the seventh day before racing season, my true love gave to me... six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the sixth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the fifth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the fourth day before racing season, my true love gave to me...nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the third day before racing season, my true love gave to me...ten Goodyear tires, nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston Cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
On the second day before racing season, my true love gave to me..eleven race tickets, ten Goodyear tires, nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners and a beer in a mug.
On the day before racing season, my true love gave to me...twelve laps around the track, eleven race tickets, ten Goodyear tires, nine cases of Budweiser, eight Winston cups, seven checkered flags, six pit crew members, five racing buddies, four shots of tequila, three plates of hot wings, two new recliners, and a beer in a mug.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Morning Routine
Over the last week or so I have developed a new enjoyable morning routine.
I get up, get my Dr. Pepper, log on to Facebook, and chat with G.I. Joe.
I love seeing him there...it reassures me that he's safe, for the moment.
And we talk about everything, just like the old days ...which seems so far away. He's been in the Army for a couple of minutes now.
He just reenlisted for 5 more years. I am disappointed..we miss him so much. However, he's got to do what he's got to do. He couldn't bear to leave those behind to fight the fight without him.
I can understand that. I really can. It didn't make it any easier to tell the little ones, though.
However, they are not so little anymore. Even Yabu Jr. couldn't give him too much shit. They understand, they just don't like it.
It's going to be a long time before he comes home again. For now, though, I'm happy with the morning routine. I ask him a million questions... I sure hope he doesn't mind.
I get up, get my Dr. Pepper, log on to Facebook, and chat with G.I. Joe.
I love seeing him there...it reassures me that he's safe, for the moment.
And we talk about everything, just like the old days ...which seems so far away. He's been in the Army for a couple of minutes now.
He just reenlisted for 5 more years. I am disappointed..we miss him so much. However, he's got to do what he's got to do. He couldn't bear to leave those behind to fight the fight without him.
I can understand that. I really can. It didn't make it any easier to tell the little ones, though.
However, they are not so little anymore. Even Yabu Jr. couldn't give him too much shit. They understand, they just don't like it.
It's going to be a long time before he comes home again. For now, though, I'm happy with the morning routine. I ask him a million questions... I sure hope he doesn't mind.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Mystery Solved
I figured out who put the ruts in the neighbor's yard.
It was probably him.
We've had quite the snowfall the last couple of days. They are calling for school to be out all week long. Which is great as far as the kids are concerned. It kind of messes with all that I had planned to get done this week, but I'm not at all alone in that.
I live at the top of a fairly steep hill. At the bottom of the hill, is a busy road, and it's not a very wide road. On the other side of the busy road, is a creek bed. It wouldn't be that hard to slide right across the street and right down into the creek bed.
The first person to go down the hill was my across the street neighbor. He started down the hill, and slid....right into his own yard, leaving ruts under the snow, I'm sure.
We happened to be all out in the front yard at the time, and The Senior Chief hollered at him while me and my daughter just pointed and laughed. The Senior Chief gave him the line..."Was just trying to look out for ya, us being neighbors and all."
The guy was all "I have to get to the store." I'm thinking he's really an idiot since they only said for 3 days before it snowed...hell, maybe even a whole week before, that it was going to snow. I mean, did it take that many brains to make sure and stock up on beer, milk, bread, and cigarettes two days before the storm hit? Not really.
But, nope, he just had to go out. He made it back up the hill, barely. And he got lucky with traffic on the busy road because he ran the stop sign every time.
I'm hoping sometime, I might get a beer drinking neighbor or something.
It was probably him.
We've had quite the snowfall the last couple of days. They are calling for school to be out all week long. Which is great as far as the kids are concerned. It kind of messes with all that I had planned to get done this week, but I'm not at all alone in that.
I live at the top of a fairly steep hill. At the bottom of the hill, is a busy road, and it's not a very wide road. On the other side of the busy road, is a creek bed. It wouldn't be that hard to slide right across the street and right down into the creek bed.
The first person to go down the hill was my across the street neighbor. He started down the hill, and slid....right into his own yard, leaving ruts under the snow, I'm sure.
We happened to be all out in the front yard at the time, and The Senior Chief hollered at him while me and my daughter just pointed and laughed. The Senior Chief gave him the line..."Was just trying to look out for ya, us being neighbors and all."
The guy was all "I have to get to the store." I'm thinking he's really an idiot since they only said for 3 days before it snowed...hell, maybe even a whole week before, that it was going to snow. I mean, did it take that many brains to make sure and stock up on beer, milk, bread, and cigarettes two days before the storm hit? Not really.
But, nope, he just had to go out. He made it back up the hill, barely. And he got lucky with traffic on the busy road because he ran the stop sign every time.
I'm hoping sometime, I might get a beer drinking neighbor or something.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Stupid People Piss Me Off
So, here we are. There are nine people dead in Arizona, including a little girl, and there are at least eighteen more wounded.
And what is the response of the media? To blame Sarah Palin, say it's HER fault because she advised people to vote Gabrielle Giffords out of office.
Un-fucking-believable.
What the hell are people thinking? Seriously.
Instead of expressing condolences to the family for their losses, or anything at ALL of that nature, instead there is nothing but finger pointing and blaming.
What the hell is wrong with people?
What surprises the hell out of me is that I know so many people of that belief. I thank God that the majority of people that I know see things mostly the same way. At least on this issue.
And let me tell you, neither the Senior Chief, nor I have stupid friends. That's what really blows my mind. I KNOW some of these people are smart, educated and articulate.
I don't care who you are, what you do, what degrees you hold, what your line of work is...what color you are, what gender you are...if you believe that Sarah Palin should be blamed for the shooting tragedy that occurred yesterday, then you are a flaming idiot.
I could probably say it a lot nicer like some of my friends, and point out that blaming Sarah Palin is like blaming The Beatles for Charles Manson. But, I'm not that way. I'm just gonna call you a flaming idiot and tell you to get your head out of your ass.
Because that's the way I roll.
And what is the response of the media? To blame Sarah Palin, say it's HER fault because she advised people to vote Gabrielle Giffords out of office.
Un-fucking-believable.
What the hell are people thinking? Seriously.
Instead of expressing condolences to the family for their losses, or anything at ALL of that nature, instead there is nothing but finger pointing and blaming.
What the hell is wrong with people?
What surprises the hell out of me is that I know so many people of that belief. I thank God that the majority of people that I know see things mostly the same way. At least on this issue.
And let me tell you, neither the Senior Chief, nor I have stupid friends. That's what really blows my mind. I KNOW some of these people are smart, educated and articulate.
I don't care who you are, what you do, what degrees you hold, what your line of work is...what color you are, what gender you are...if you believe that Sarah Palin should be blamed for the shooting tragedy that occurred yesterday, then you are a flaming idiot.
I could probably say it a lot nicer like some of my friends, and point out that blaming Sarah Palin is like blaming The Beatles for Charles Manson. But, I'm not that way. I'm just gonna call you a flaming idiot and tell you to get your head out of your ass.
Because that's the way I roll.
Saturday, January 08, 2011
First Saturday of the New Year
Man, I got a lot accomplished this week in the way of paperwork. Paperwork is a bitch, especially if you get behind on it.
And for an ADD chick like me, the rule of thumb is OHIO. Only Handle It Once. For one thing, if you don't...it's nagging the shit out of you. Secondly, if you get past that, then it just gets harder and harder to do the longer you procrastinate.
It's a lot easier, now that some of the kids are gone. I know, I keep saying that but it's true. We ALL have ADD..and that many people living together is just too many.
Anyway, I got a lot done towards catching up. Woot! Woot! Soon as I get done with that, we can look at having some play time again.
It's hard to organize eight people, too. The reduction in numbers merely simplifies things and puts things on a level to where I can have a hope of keeping up with all the things that need to be done to run this place.
Running a household is a real job, let me tell ya. Especially when you're dealing with the numbers that make up a large family. And complicate that with the step-family factor and in order to do it right, you have to run a real tight ship.
I had them on a pretty strict schedule. I had to in order to get things done in a timely manner. Soccer practice was a bitch. We only did that for one year because I just could not be in 4 places at one time.
The younger two do the same activity which is chorus and that means I only have to be one place. That's pretty easy.
Once I get caught up with all my chores, I ought to be able to have some real free time. I'm really looking forward to that.
And for an ADD chick like me, the rule of thumb is OHIO. Only Handle It Once. For one thing, if you don't...it's nagging the shit out of you. Secondly, if you get past that, then it just gets harder and harder to do the longer you procrastinate.
It's a lot easier, now that some of the kids are gone. I know, I keep saying that but it's true. We ALL have ADD..and that many people living together is just too many.
Anyway, I got a lot done towards catching up. Woot! Woot! Soon as I get done with that, we can look at having some play time again.
It's hard to organize eight people, too. The reduction in numbers merely simplifies things and puts things on a level to where I can have a hope of keeping up with all the things that need to be done to run this place.
Running a household is a real job, let me tell ya. Especially when you're dealing with the numbers that make up a large family. And complicate that with the step-family factor and in order to do it right, you have to run a real tight ship.
I had them on a pretty strict schedule. I had to in order to get things done in a timely manner. Soccer practice was a bitch. We only did that for one year because I just could not be in 4 places at one time.
The younger two do the same activity which is chorus and that means I only have to be one place. That's pretty easy.
Once I get caught up with all my chores, I ought to be able to have some real free time. I'm really looking forward to that.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Underwear
I love my underwear, I really do. There is nothing that makes me happier than pulling clean underwear out of the drawer.
I don't skimp on my underwear either. The right underwear can take your figure and transform it into what you think you see in the mirror. It' just like makeup as far as I am concerned.
In my 20's, it all had to match. You'd never know when you were going to have a date, at least I didn't, and everything had to be right, just in case. It never served me wrong. It wasn't really often that if I wanted a date, I didn't have one. Hell, that'd probably hold true today. I shudder to think of that, though.
I still like underwear, though. It doesn't necessarily have to match anymore, although I still do prefer it if it does. The matching sexy bra and underwear can make jeans and a t-shirt a power suit. Power underwear. It's true. All you gals know I'm right. There's nothing like the perfect pair of underwear to make you feel superhero-like.
With 6 kids around anymore, I never quit feeling like I was in my 20's. It still all has to match just in case me and the Senior Chief get a chance to have a date.
With most of them gone, we should have chances more often.
I like to go out when I put good underwear on. I found this little Irish Pub over the Christmas break, that I'm dying to take him to. I had the best Reuben Sandwich I've ever had at this place.
Any excuse to wear good underwear is fine by me.
I don't skimp on my underwear either. The right underwear can take your figure and transform it into what you think you see in the mirror. It' just like makeup as far as I am concerned.
In my 20's, it all had to match. You'd never know when you were going to have a date, at least I didn't, and everything had to be right, just in case. It never served me wrong. It wasn't really often that if I wanted a date, I didn't have one. Hell, that'd probably hold true today. I shudder to think of that, though.
I still like underwear, though. It doesn't necessarily have to match anymore, although I still do prefer it if it does. The matching sexy bra and underwear can make jeans and a t-shirt a power suit. Power underwear. It's true. All you gals know I'm right. There's nothing like the perfect pair of underwear to make you feel superhero-like.
With 6 kids around anymore, I never quit feeling like I was in my 20's. It still all has to match just in case me and the Senior Chief get a chance to have a date.
With most of them gone, we should have chances more often.
I like to go out when I put good underwear on. I found this little Irish Pub over the Christmas break, that I'm dying to take him to. I had the best Reuben Sandwich I've ever had at this place.
Any excuse to wear good underwear is fine by me.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Happy New Year!
Whew. Glad that year is over. I'm ready for a new one. I have plans to ensure that this year is better than the last couple, deaths and injuries withstanding.
All my people are under strict orders to not injure themselves or die this year. I'm am putting a moratorium on all that stuff for 365 days, dammit.
Don't know if I'm going to get my wish there, but that's why they call it a wish.
I wish the same for all of y'all too.
For now, I have a ham to cook with black eyed peas and cornbread and mashed potatoes. I've never started a new year out that way before, but I figure it's high time, all things considered.
All my people are under strict orders to not injure themselves or die this year. I'm am putting a moratorium on all that stuff for 365 days, dammit.
Don't know if I'm going to get my wish there, but that's why they call it a wish.
I wish the same for all of y'all too.
For now, I have a ham to cook with black eyed peas and cornbread and mashed potatoes. I've never started a new year out that way before, but I figure it's high time, all things considered.
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