Just a small note. Since I am to dumb to figure out how to do links or anything that remotely resembles intelligence on this thing. Only thing I can do is post. I did want to steer you all to a really cool blog. She cracks me up. Go look up her posts about hitting the deer, and hunting the mouse. I laughed so hard I pee'd my pants (almost) hehehehehehe www.myramblingsandthoughts.blogspot.com
Go check her out, she's a riot.
Red for Christmas.......
Okay first. I will answer all the questions in a blog post probably tomorrow, so if you haven't asked yet, please ask away.
I thought I would share a cute idea with you all. It works great if you need alot of little gifts. I made it for my son's 1st grade Christmas party.
You get little bags. I like the Christmas themed ziplock baggies. In each bag you put, one pack of hot cocoa, one hersheys kiss, one hersheys hug, one candy cane, and a few small marshmellows. Then you add this card (printers work great for this)
MAGIC SNOWMAN SOUP
Take one cup of steaming wate or milk, and add magic snowman powder.
Add a hug and a kiss.
Stir with magic stick.
Top with snowman dumplings (although I wanted to put droppings hehehehe)
YUMMMMMMMMM enjoy!!!!
Another cute idea:
MAGIC REINDEER FOOD
mix some quaker oats with some silver and or white glitter.
Put in a little saran wrap and tie up.
Have children throw it our or sprinkle it in the front of the house on Christmas eve
They love to go out and see how much the reindeer ate.
It's very cute.
Just a couple cute things.
Happy hump day all
If you haven't asked me questions, go down to the next post and ask me already. hehehehehehehe
Okay pink kitty has us all on a craze, so I better jump on the boat if I wanna play. lol
A) first recomend to me
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
B) ask me any three questions, ask me anything you want
C)Go to your blog, if you have one, copy and paste this, and allow everyone to ask you anything.
My son, what can I say about my son. He is a sweetie, ha has a halo with little devil horns poking through. Let me tell you about something that cracked me up today. I probably should have punished him, but it's hard to punish a child while you are laughing.
This morning we were missing Dribbles (female bassett hound) We couldn't find her anywhere. We searched the entire house, kiddo's room (her favorite spot), under the Christmas tree in the corner (2nd favorite spot), and in my closet (her spa retreat) No Dribbles. So...we go outside and he is walking the yard and calling her, thinking maybe she went under the house to stay warm. No Dribbles. I tell him we have to go to school. He gets in the suburban and is sorta crying all the way up to school. "mom what if she got out, what if she's dead, what if she's lost, what if what if what if..... and cry cry cry" I tell him it will be okay I will go look for her.
On the way back home, I drove all the streets, in case she did get out someway. I come home and walk the yard calling her, I go inside and continue calling her. No Dribbles. I contemplated what to do, drive more, call Gigantor to help me, say good riddance. None of those seemed like a good idea. I decided to call the pound and ask them to keep and eye out for her. I then walk into my bedroom, and see something weird poking out from under the bed and a blanket that is on the floor. I then recognize it as a foot. I say "DRIBBLES!!!!" and she jumps up as if to say "what???" I coulda killed her just laying there as we called and called her, and the kid was so upset.
I get the kiddo from school and his first question was to ask if I found Dribbles. I said yes, he asked where, I told him. Here's where it gets good. This little angelic son of mine, Goes OH THAT LITTLE SHIT!!!!! I yell his name with the middle name, (you know your in trouble when the middle name gets yelled) and he goes OH man sorry mommy, and I'm trying to tell him how bad and wrong that was, and I'm cracking up.
I mean I have no idea where he could have picked that up from *flutters lashes innocently* I remember when I was in high school if I cursed around my mother she would backhand me. Now we are having to watch what our 5, 6, 7, 8 year olds are saying. When he was in preschool he picked up the F word from another kid. We had to have a talk about that one.
Oh well it was a good laugh at the time being. Out of the mouths of babe's right?? LOL
Yesterday I would have rather dug my own eye out with a rusty spoon then been in the passenger seat while my husband was driving. Now, he's not the greatest driver anyway, (who is) but he is a pretty good driver. I mean he is one of the best Engineers on the fire dept, and he drives a forklift out at work a lot. He usually is a pretty okay driver. But for some reason yesterday, he was horrible. I thought I was going to die, or someone else. And, he's humming and driving along as if nothing is wrong. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I mean he couldn't use the fricken turn signal to save his life (or mine for that matter) and he kept cutting people off. I think if not for me yelling at him, he would have driven right through the two red lights. All the while, he's humming Christmas songs, acting like he doesn't have a care in the world. Then we decide to grab a burger from McDonalds, cuz he was already late getting back from lunch. (we were mailing off all our packages) On our way to McDonalds from the post office. (lets see about 8 blocks at the most, then around a curve and down a hill) There were two illegal U-turns, no signals, a left turn in a right turn only spot, almost running over a pedestrian who was crossing the street, and a partridge in a pear tree. As we pull into the parking lot, he hits their speed bump so hard that I shoot up in the seat smacking my head into the roof. I am also wearing my seatbelt folks, so I hit my head, and break a collar bone, and squeeze my uterus right on out of my body. arrrgggghhhhhhh At least it felt like that. I yell at him and he goes, oh sorry honey, and continues to hum. We make our order, and as he is headed back for the speed bump I am hurrying getting myself braced, and grab the food, and just manage to grab the drink as it is shooting out of the drink holder. But....I did not grab....the plastic cup we keep in there to hold sunflower seed shells when we decide to eat sunflower seeds in the suburban. So...it is airborne and little shells fly all over the dam place. Man, we finally made it home, but I think my twitch is back. hehehehehehee
I guess he sorta made up for it though. I am very contented today, after a very "good" night in bed. If you know what I mean. hehehehehehee
A few highlights of my weekend.
getting my Christmas shopping done.
Waking up to the kiddo snuggled up next to you (he crawled in my bed at 6 cuz hubby was coyote hunting)
Frosted Flakes
Watching a movie all together
Getting some wrapping done
Leftovers
Sleeping in
Paying bills, and still having a tiny bit of money
Getting all the stuff to be shipped wrapped and boxed up
Hubby working on the yard, (filling in holes the dogs had dug)
Kiddo wanting to hug me every time he walked by
Watching another movie together
Cooking a beef roast so tender it fell apart when poked with a fork
The Survivor Finale (and Chris winning instead of those dreaded bitches)
Hubby putting up the new ceiling fan so I wasn't over hot last night. (our bedroom is always a furnace)
Getting comments on the weird posts I left that made me just laugh and laugh
Happy Monday!!!!!!
Save a horse ride a cowboy!!!!
Save a mountain, go down on a skier!!!!
Save a Whistle, blow a ref!!!!
I don't have much today, and I'm not on long. I need to get the rest of the pressies I am mailing out all wrapped. Gonna get everything in the mail by Monday.
I went to walmart last night to finish getting a couple things for Gigantor. I am now completely done with all my shopping. I even got stuff to put in the stockings. hehehehee
Gigantor went out Coyote hunting again today. They called quite a few in their hunting area, but could never get clear enough for a clean shot. The kiddo found out his daddy went hunting and was very pissed that he didn't take him. So...I need to get the kiddo some very warm camoflage and let him go next time.
Well I guess I should go wrap some pressies. I have a ton of boxes stacked up in my dining room kitchen area. I need to get all that out of the way. I hate living that boxed in. hehehehehee
Have a good Saturday
Thank you everyone for your suggestions for what to do for dinner. I loved Gama's idea of Boston Market, cuz I've never been to one, but alas our small little town doesn't have anything like that. I liked Alekx's idea of tacos, but no taco shells and I wasn't driving my lazy ass to the store to get any. I then thought of maybe ordering Chinese (my favorite) But, Gigantor came home, and grunted, "I am man, I'm grilling steaks" So...problem solved. hehehehehe
Have any of you noticed that children can do absolutely nothing, but if you gaze at them you will smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside?? My son has a knack for this. Today, after school, we were taking my mom's mail to her house, and a package she got. We also needed to pick up the box of pressies she had for Alekx and the house elf so that I could wrap everything and get it in the mail. Well, we pulled up to moms, and I just sent the kiddo in. He's done this chore many a time for me. And he always comes out with some little goodie. A soda, a couple oreo's (grandma keep oreo's on hand for just this reason), some cheeto's, something everytime. Well he comes out with the box of pressies and one of those blue walmart sacks, and says "I got a cookie" in the cutest little voice. I'm like okay (thinking oreo) and he digs in this walmart bag and pulls out this chocolate chip cookie that must have been as big as his head. I kid you not, this thing was huge. He had to two fist it, and his hands are almost as big as mine. So...he's giggling all excited. (which made me smile) and he starts eating. He then has chocolate chip cookie face. I guess kids don't know how to eat a cookie on the edges after the first bite, cuz they just keep going for the middle. The edges fold up around their cute little cheeks and leave the chocolate trail from the edge of their mouth outward. Well with said cookie, he had one about 2 inches long on each side. He was so contented eating his cookie on the way home. I was just so enamored by watching his cute little face. I'm still all aglow with warm fuzzies. He finishes last bite, burps loudly (being the boy he is) and goes, "oh my gosh I am soooo full" LOL
The cute little shit. I say little shit, because as we get home, and I'm still grinning, he jumps out of the suburban slams the door, looks in it, (cuz I was still gathering up stuff to cary in) and screams "I FARTED AND LOCKED IT IN THERE WITH YOU!!" Yup, that would be my boy. Just like his giant of a father.
Gotta love em.
Oh and since I forgot before. This is for Kitten and ChickenFlicken
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!
YOU LIVE IN A ZOO!!!!!
YOU LOOK LIKE A MONKEY!!!!!
AND YOU SMELL LIKE ONE TOO!!!!!
heheheheheh Honestly you two, happy happy birthday. May you get great birthday sex whenever you want. (cuz kitten is still green around the gills)
Have you all ever tired these?? Cuties--California Clementines. Oh my goodness they are little orange, sweet, orbes of heavenly goodness. Now I'm not the biggest orange fan, and tangerines are to sour for me. But...these are little delights of heaven. They are about the size of a golf ball. Some a bit smaller, some a bit bigger. They have the thinnest skin, and are so easy to peel. And....they have NO seeds. And they are much sweeter and juicier than tangerines or mandarin oranges. OOooOOooo what delight to my day they bring. hehehehehee
Sometimes it's the little things ya know??
Everyone, I'm sorry if I have seemed down in my last few posts. I'm battling a bout with depression. But not to worry. I will emerge the victor!!!! hehehehehe
I have had the worst cramps the past couple days. Not even Midol is helping. Did the hot pack, did the ice pack, did the midol, did the massage thing. Nothing is helping. Now the cramps are in the front and in my back. I wish it would just hurry up. LOL
The fire dept here is being run by idiots. hehehehehe The hubby went to the Christmas party last night. They gave out awards. They gave him his 5 years of service certificate and pin. ummmmm Hello?? Dumb asses?? You gave him his five year certificate and pin 2 years ago!!!! Get your head out of your asses and look it up in your records. jerks!! Then the reason I sent the kiddo was to see Santa. Well the Santa they had was this old guy that weighed about 110lbs For God sake, use a pillow dummies. The kids know Santa is supposed to be fat by December. *sigh*
I was digging around in the "vortex" bra looking for chicken flickens remote. Although I didn't find her remote. I did find a few other treasures--or not. hehehehe
I found a pinion nut--a lucky charm marshmallow (my son was eating lucky charms not I)--a couple pieces of bird seed--a piece of scotch tape (stuck to the under side of my boob)-- a partial strand of the tinsel stuff from the garland on the tree--the lead tip to the pencil my son broke--and a small bird feather. So..nothing to awfully strange this time. Just the usual day to day finds. hehehehee I'm still waiting to find precious gems, money, or even that new s.u.v. I want in there. One day maybe. hehehehee
Okay I was on Pink Kitties blog. And she had this sight where you do a question thing and it tells you what type of drink you are. She had a martini posted. I did the thing, and it said I was a "Vampire's vengeance" can any bartender out there tell me what the hell this drink is?? It was in a martini glass in the picture. But it was more on the red side. I have no idea what this is, and was wondering if anyone knew.
My Avon order comes in tonight. Should have all my last Christmas pressies in it, so I can wrap and send everyone's stuff out. Also tonight is Thursday. That is this families big night of t.v. We may not watch much any other time, but Thursday is it. hehehehe Survivor, C.S.I., Without a Trace, This so Called Life, and E.R.
Anyone have any ideas I can do for dinner??? I'm at a loss. I haven't even put any meat out to thaw yet. hehehee I need to figure something out, or we will all have grilled cheese. Wait!!! Crap!!! I think I'm out of bread. hehehehe okay ideas people. Please. LOL
Happy Thursday everyone. Thank you all for being such good blogger buddies. I treasure you all. :)
I just got bits and pieces of stuff today. A few little things that have happened in the past few days. Lets start with. I am NOT going to the fire dept Christmas party tonight. I know my hubby wanted me to go, but I'm not. I finally told him to go and take the kiddo, because they are going to have Santa, and the dumb ass city this year didn't have Santa. But, here is my reasoning. (not that I'm reasonable or anything) I've not been in the best of health for about the past 6 months or so. (not physically or emotionally) And I haven't been in the biggest of holiday spirits. ( I usually oooze holiday, ask Alekx) But..I am still doing holiday things here at the house for the sake of the family, and it does make my heart feel good. But...I do not want to go to a four hour fricken party with these people. You know the kind---the one's you don't see but once a year at this party and they talk as if you are their long lost sibling. (fake bastards) Or the other end of the spectrum, the other group that huddles together, and talks in whispers, then laughs so hard they drown everyone else out. It's like fricken high school again, with these clicks and fake people. And THANK GOD they don't allow booze at this party anymore. That one laugh loud group would always be the ones that get so drunk they literally fall out of their chairs, then you have more laughter. Well...they would always bring their children too. I mean what an example, get that drunk in front of your kids. Then the fuckers would drive themselves home. Disgusting to see the towns supposed "rescue personal" getting like this. I mean they know what can happen, they scrape the bodies up. And I always hated having my kid around them too. So..this year, I just don't want to play the part. I don't want to buy into the fake, not have a good time, force the smiles anyway. I'm not going to this party, cuz I don't really feel like it. Hell, I'm not even going to my Avon Christmas party for much of the same reasons. I just want to stay at home and celebrate the holidays with my family. None of these people really care about me, and I don't want to go pretend to care about them. I'm letting the hubby take the kiddo for the purpose of seeing Santa and that's it.
Okay enough of that.
Monday night, my irritability at my husband came to a head and things got better. We were sitting on the couch and eating some leftover, home made clam chowder, and hubby made some of those "flakey layers" biscuits. Well, we are eating, and I ask hubby to butter me a biscuit. He says sure and does. He hands it to me with the top stuck back on. So... I go to pick the top off. (we all know how obsessive compulsive I am by now) and when I pick it up, it's only one of those little layers. I look at him and go "why did you break the biscuit this way?" he says "sorry" I go, "you broke this biscuit all wrong, you're supposed to break it in the fricken middle" he goes, again, "sorry" I then look at him, and with a voice much like Linda Blair. I say "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU" he looks at me with the wounded puppy look and says "sorry???" Then I start laughing and can't stop. I just thought of me being so mad and thinking something was wrong with him over a fricken biscuit. OMG how pathetic I am. So, he starts laughing, and we both laughed for about 10 minutes, when I think about it still I laugh. I mean I was saying the what the hell is wrong with you so accusing. Like if I had caught him torturing small fuzzy creatures. That tone of voice. But it was about a stupid biscuit. lmao
Have you ever heard the term "fall over laughing" I have seen a few people do this. The hubby comes home the other day laughing himself. He says he told a joke out at work and this guy went to fall on his knees he was laughing so hard. And the guy drops to knee's, only knee's fall into empty 5 gallon bucket, which then tips guy over and his head went into another 5 gallon bucket. This brought much laughter from all the steel workers. hehehehehe So...I ask hubby what the joke was. Brace yourselves it's raunchy.
Q: What does 80 year old pussy taste like??
A: Depends
Okay I know gross. hehehehe But you have to remember this is a steel yard. So, then next day he comes in, and goes, well...I tried to hurt this guy again. I said "oh great, another joke" he goes "yup"
Hubby: Ever been neck deep in pussy??
Guy: ewwww no
Hubby: What are you an ass hole baby??
Last night hubby and I went and finished all the Christmas shopping for everyone (except him, I have to go to the store one of these days and finish his) And we come home and decide just to make some frozen pizza for dinner. So...I'm on the phone at the table, and he is at the refrigerator (the table is clear across my big kitchen from the refrigerator) I hear this noise and look up, and Gigantor is sprawled on the floor next to the table, on his side, like a swimmer doing the side stroke, his arm above his head and everything. I go "what did you do?" he goes "nothing" and sits up on the floor. I say (stiffling a laugh) "did you just fall down" He turns red and goes "of course not" all three dogs are around him by now, wagging tails and kissing him as if to say "you okay dad, huh huh" I am laughing a lot now, and go " OMG you just fell down" He's like "No, I'm down here so I can pet the dogs" I lost it then, I was laughing so hard. He finally told me the story. He squatted down to get something in the fridge, and when he went to stand up, he lost his balance, and was putting his hand on the floor to boost him up (which happens a lot here, so I can see that) only when he put his hand on the floor he put it on one of those dreaded stray dryer sheets, and just slipped right across the dang floor. Man my sides still hurt from laughing.
Okay, I know I was all over the place today, but that's sorta my mental state today. Maybe I have that adult A.D.D. LOL Like I need anything else. hehehehe
Happy hump day everyone.
Oh yeah and that shitty little electronic countdown thing I have announced early this morning ONLY 17 DAYS UNTILL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
We got some snow on Saturday night. Just a little. Melted off as soon as the sun came up. It snowed again last night too. Again, by mid day it had melted off. This year has been wetter than the past 5 or 6 combined. Which is a good thing. We have been in an awful 7 year drought. I just hope it snows each year for Christmas for all the kids. It's rare here. So, I love a snow on Christmas eve, and for it to stick so the kids can play. But then it should be nice and melt off before the first of the new year. hehehehehehe
Something is going on with my husband. I'm not sure what. I think he might be short circuiting or something. Last night after I had been so very irritable all day, I decided I needed to be nicer. Gigantor told me he was going to do something. Last night about 10 I asked him (very nicely) if he did it. He said no. So I asked (again very nicely) why not. He whips around and screams BECAUSE I DIDN'T SO F***ING CHILL!!!! Okay instantly I saw red, and wanted nothing more than to get up and poke his eyes out and rip the skin off his face. But, I refrained. Hell, I didn't even say anything nasty back. (which is in my nature to do) I thought--maybe he had got to much of me bitching at him all day. So...I blew it off. Today I get up and head to the coffee pot to make my big 32oz mug of coffee. And notice that he left his big bottle of creamer on the counter (remember he goes to work at 5) So I think it must be empty, and I pick it up to throw it away. No--the thing is full--not even opened yet. I'm like hmmmm wonder what he was thinking, as I put it back in the fridge. I then went about my busy as all crap day. I had to go through all these boxes. Since I start my Christmas shopping in July. I had gifts in all sorts of boxes, and I needed to get them sorted out as to what goes to who. So that I can start wrapping, and mail the stuff that needs mailed. Gigantor comes home at lunch to help me move a couple of the heavy boxes. He walks in a puts his coat on the table under a box that I was putting some glass frames and other stuff, I had to put away. Why he put his coat on the table I have no idea. He helps with the boxes, and I heat him up a burrito, and we have a salad, and him salad and burrito for lunch. As he is thinking about leaving, he gets up and yanks his coat to get it out from under this box. Yanks---instead of lifting the box. The box goes flying, hits the floor upside down, and you hear glass shatter all over the kitchen. I scream MOTHER BUNNY HUMPER WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR???? You know what he says??? He goes, I didn't mean to, it was an accident. Now that excuse is okay say the first million times it's used. But for the love of Pete if I hear that excuse in some of the situations that happen around my house anymore, I will hurt somebody. I mean, yes, our family is more accident prone than most. But, dammit. I didn't mean to, and it was an accident don't belong in some situations. Because if you really didn't mean to, then you wouldn't have done it!!!! aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh
Some instances these excuses should not be used.
When you stick a fork in a plugged in toaster cuz your pop tart is stuck.
When you walk backwards and stomp in the middle of the dog. (don't walk backwards then dummie)
When you vacuum a "fringed" blanket. (never run the vacuum over fringe that's like learned when your an infant for god sake)
When you are throwing a ball in the house
When you reach into the oven (which your wife has turned to 200 degrees heating jars for canning) and you grab a jar with you bare hands to help
When you hurtle a box of breakables through the air because you were to dam lazy to pick it up.
I swear when you use the excuses of I didn't mean to and it was an accident with stuff like that. Makes me want to attack someone with knitting needles. I mean, it's not rocket science people. These are things that if they are done, are not fricken accidents. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Okay maybe I need some chocolate.
But also what makes a man think you won't get him back later when you are alone, when he places a whoopee cushion in your chair when you have company over??? Why are they surprised when the counter attack comes later??
Any how back to lunch time. So after we clean up glass. (and I didn't get madder than the first initial yell at him) I am sitting by the computer in the living room doing some stuff for my Avon, and Gigantor says "I'll put the salad stuff away" I thought well how sweet. Then he gathers the trash and asks me if I'll put a new bag in. I say sure, we say our "I love you's" and he goes back to work. After about 10 minutes or so, I get up to put the trash bag in. I notice the fricken refrigerator is open. Now not the tiny crack, it didn't swing all the way shut open. But... the door gaping all the way open open. As I grumble and walk over, not only is the door open, but all the salad stuff is still on the counter. I swear to God, he is seriously short circuiting. I'm scared to let him drive, and work, and walk, even get out of bed. He might hurt himself. LOL But if he does, he will always tell me---I didn't mean too---It was an accident.
*sigh*
What can a wife do??
Well I guess I have survived this weekend. Lets see. On Friday night, Gigantor made the best dinner. I mean the best. He grilled up some awesome steaks, and did stuffing and string beans. He did all this just to be nice. And I developed a migrain right at dinner time. So...every fricken bite made my head want to explode, and about 10 bites into the meal I pushed it away, and said, "I think I'm gonna be sick" Poor Gigantor thought it was him. My poor poor baby giant thought he made me sick. LOL I took some medication and went to bed.
Saturday found us getting up early so we could be uptown for the Christmas parade. The motorcycle club in town puts on a Toys-for-Tot's parade every year. How irritatingly pittiful it was this year. I mean this parade for our small town is huge. Usually every organization enters, and there are bunches of santas, and floats, and exhibits, dancing, music, animals, the works. But...nobody did any p.r. this year. So as we were sitting there (and less than 1/4 of the people showed up to watch) we then realized the parade had started. They had fire trucks, the boy scouts on the back of a big truck, some old lady dancers, 20 members of the school marching band, 5 horses, and the motorcycles. No floats, no animals, no santas nothing. WTF??? It was hugely dissapointing. All the poor kids watching this parade. As soon as the last motorcycle passed, it was deadly quiet on the street, and you hear one little kid say "so when is the parade going to start" my feelings exactly kid.
After the parade we all went as a family, and one of the kiddo's friends to go see one of the best movies this Christmas season I think. The Polar Express. I had never read this book, or even heard the story, but I was very impressed with the movie. Next year I want to book us all tickets on the Polar Express. There is a place here in Arizona. That does a train ride (half hour) to a little lighted up village. They read the book on the way and serve cocoa and cookies. Then at the village, Santa gets on the train, and listens to all the children, and gives them all a silver Sleigh Bell. I so bad want to take the kiddo before he stops believing. If none of you have seen the movie. It's a must see.
Saturday night, Gigantor and I were cooking and blending apples. I got the best, I mean THE BEST apple butter recipe from three olives. So we got all the blended up apples, sugar, and spices put in the crock pot. We decided to use the tart apples off my mom's tree and make a batch for Christmas Gifts.
Today, we watched a movie together, then put the apple butter in jars. Then Gigantor scraped the bottom of the crock pot with a spattula and got enough apple butter to put on a piece of bread. So of course we shared, because we all had to taste test. OMG it is soooo good. So..I go potty after that, and I come out, and Gigantor is leaned over the crock pot with torn pieces of bread in both hands, and he is rubbing every last inch of the pot with the bread and shoving it in his mouth. I just started laughing, he looked so cute. We then decided to make some home made clam chowder. Yummmmmmm I give him this tiny spoon full for a taste test, and he grabs this ladle and says " I need a bigger taste to make sure it's all right" Dork. LOL
Even though we had a pretty good, but busy weekend. I think he knew it was my most irritable day of the month, and he decided to be "jerk of the week". Boy he just kept baiting me. Was pissing me off. I finally was sitting there, and I think to myself. I would love to pick up this fork and stab him as hard as I can with it over and over again. You know, use the fork so it won't kill him, but will hurt him, and make him stop bugging me. hehehehehee
Okay I think I need my p.m.s. pills, and to maybe go to bed.
See ya all Monday. Hope your weekends were wonderfull
Oh and by the way----Only 19 fricken more days till Christmas. My son put his ornament in his countdown tree, and it said that, and I wanted to throw the dam thing across the room. I'm so far behind this year, I don't need a reminder that I'm going to suck ass, and not get everything done in time. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Okay happy pills here I come. hehehehehehe
I just woke up from some wonderful sleep. I have been tired all week. So..at about 9:30 this morning I decided to go back to bed. I don't think I have crawled back in bed during the day in a few years. I don't even do it when I'm sick. I slept till after noon. Oh my gosh. I think I feel very refreshed. I'm right inbetween that state of feeling great, and maybe feeling ucky. LOL
Okay since my mind is still fuzzy from waking up, and I need to get some food. I thought I would give you another poem from my high school days. (blush)
DURING THE NIGHT
I saw him there running in the night
His black mane flapping and his body so white
There was no blemish there was no flaw
I just stood and looked in awe
He ran with a lengthy stride
It just made me feel alive
He didn't stumble he didn't fall
The pounding of his hooves made a thundering call
I gave a whistle he came my way
For we both knew it would soon be day
I felt so happy I felt so alive
But I still knew he couldn't be mine
As the sun rose I saw it in his eyes
As he ran away he gave out a mighty cry
I did not shed a tear for I knew deep down
That with each night he'd come round
1986
I know sorta corny. The only thing I loved other than sunsets in this world when I was a teenager was my horses. So...I have a couple or so poems written about them. I feel cheesey about putting this in instead of about telling you about my day. But..I was sleeping, so nothing has really happened yet. Maybe later. hehehehehe Always and adventure here. :)
Happy Friday
This is the picture of Gigantor that Alekx made. Looks just like the yummaliscios giant. Cept he has blonde hair not grey. hehehehe 
Okay I have one of the super hero's done. (Gigantor) actually Alekx made it. She walked me through downloading the stuff to get pictures on my blog, and after 2 hours last night I still couldn't get the stupid thing up. I am going to try again. So bear with me kitten. The hero's are coming. hehehehehehe
Okay I have decided that I HAVE to get my hair cut. My hair is usually like 1/2 inch long, in this sassy cute little spikey hair cut. But, because I have been busy, couldn't afford it, and not being able to get ahold of my lady that cuts my hair. It has gotten long. I mean it's about 6 inches or more. The bangs are almost down to my chin. It's shoulder length almost. But, it's at that ugly stage. You know the one. Where it looks too long, and it's not long enough to be cute. So...it's ugly. Well, I have parted it on the side to keep it out of my eyes. (and I hate my forehead, so parted on the side it still sorta hides my forehead) My son is hugging me and kissing me, yesterday evening. And he pulls away, and goes, Ooo I messed up your hair. He proceeds to start fixing it. He steps back, goes, "THERE it's Elvis" and then starts shaking his hips and in his deepest voice says "Thank you, Thank you very much" and points with both hands and winks at me. I go "whaaaaauuuuttt??" he says you look like Elvis. Then every time he walked by me last night he did his little Elvis impersonation. So....THAT IS IT...I am going to get my hair cut today. Out of all the celebrities I could look like, I resemble Elvis. aaaacccccckkkkdkkk *gag* LOL
Okay now we all know my son has a touch of O.C.D. (or at least I think he does, just like me) Don't we all have some of it??? hehehehe But...and God help me if he every has chance to see this when he's older. He has the funnies little bathroom habits. He will use my bathroom (master bath) and hates if anyone see's him, but sometimes you can come around the corner and see his little legs swinging while he is on the throne, and he is singing to himself. But...if he uses the front bathroom. He has to have the door open if he is going #1 and if it's #2 he calls one or more of the dogs in, and locks them in the bathroom with him. Poor puppies. The usual dog he calls in is Buster (our pointer). Buster loves the kid, and even though he hates being locked in the smelly bathroom with him, he will do it every time. Yesterday, I beat him to my bathroom. As I was settling in on my padded throne, I hear him calling "Buuuusssttteeeeeerrr" then I hear him call "Driiiibbbbllleeesss" (our girl bassett hound) you then hear him shut the front bathroom door. Now this front bathroom is pretty small. Small sink, toilet next to it, and on other wall is tub and shower. So...to get both those dogs in there with him, was rather cramped I am sure. And what happens??? The phone starts ringing. I decide i'm going to ignore it. Since I am on my throne holding court. But you hear this stomping, and door slamming, and dogs yelping. You then hear kiddo yelling "MOVE DOGS" and then you hear him trip and fall, and one of the dogs yelp loudly. You hear him run, and grab the phone and before he says hello, he does a few of the OooOOoooo uuuuuhhhhhhh OoOOOOOO uhhhhhhh heavy breathing in the phone. I'm screaming "say hello before they think your a pervert" He goes "hello" and it was his Auntie Alekx who couldn't stop laughing. Maybe it made her day to have a young good looking guy breath heavy at her. hehehehee Then of course after the phone call, and court was over. He asked me what a "pervert" was. Know what I told him??? I said "Ask Daddy when he gets home" hehehehehehe I'm so mean. LOL
I will go try to download that picture again. Happy Thursday everyone. :)
Okay that green was a very bad color. I should go edit, it, but I may be to lazy. Sorry everyone for hurting your eyes. hehehehehehe
I was very very inspired by going and reading Gama's blog. The poetry is wonderful. Made me go find my old book of poety and maybe share a little with you all. Now I am not near as talented as Gama. And you have to remember that all this poetry I wrote was in the 80's and early 90's when I was much younger. But...I was sitting here thinking and I wanted to share. The one I'm going to share now was actually published in a book (more encyclopedia like) of poetry. (so maybe I can say I'm a published poet. hehehehehehe) When I was so down in spirits in my high school years, there is always one thing that reminded me of how much of a gift my life was, and that was sunsets. So, I would go ride my horses and watch the sun set, and always feel better. This is a poem about how grateful I am for that.
A SUNSET PRAYER
With each sunset I see
A future just for me.
The sunset holds many things
In the colors sparkling like diamond rings.
It holds a beauty we all know
A certain beauty God wants to show
As the colors roll across the sky
You know another day has gone by
You want to reach out and touch it
To touch God just a little bit
Then you realize a sunset is something rare
But you can still touch God if only by prayer
You turn to God and say
Thank you for a sunset everyday
You know he must love you
To make something so beautiful, so true....
1988
well remember I wrote that back in high school in the 80's. LOL I may share some more if I become inspired to show how lame I was in some instances. :)
I was sitting here drinking my 32oz mug of coffee (that doesn't have enough creamer cuz I ran out) and eating my indulgence of three double stuff oreos. Listening to Christmas music on the radio station on my yahoo messenger. And thinking to myself how embarrassed about my two posts writing how sick I was and how bitchy I was. So...I apologize for that. I was also thinking about all the blogs I go visit multiple times on a daily basis. I was thinking about all the neat people I have met through blogger, I feel like I know you all. And I was thinking of some of the things written in there. Reading and remembering all the things my sister--Alekx--has been through and accomplished, made me stop and think of some of the things I am very grateful for. I'm gonna list just a few, because dam if blogger doesn't have enough space to hold them all. Some may seem as very small, but some are very big. Never less I am grateful for everyone of them.
A husband who loves me--I mean every last stinkin inch grumpy, happy, ugly, or beautiful inch of me.
Arizona Sunsets--none better in the world
Living near a lake--what fun in the summer
The ability to see, hear, walk, talk, and love
Good warm coffee
HOT COCOA--HEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE
Floppy eared dogs
Any dog for that matter
Horses!!!!!
Purring cats
The ability to do for myself
My son--this has to be number one--I wasn't supposed to be able to have him.
A childs smile
The ability to cry--at least I have emotions and a heart
Parakeets that sing to the sun in the morning
Onions
The sacrifices my mother made--she would feed an entire family with one can of tuna fish, and I know she went hungry many a night so Alekx and I could eat.
Books
Friends--They warm every inch of my heart
Christmas Music
Singing
Prayer Chains
Loving to bake
Being able to afford the stuff so I can bake
Owning my own home--not a house as you would think (we live in a mobile home) but we have more square footage than some houses, and at less than 1/3 of the cost.
Owning two vehicles
Cinnamon
A Hug
Bubble baths
Scented shower gels, lotions, body sprays. hehehehehe (that's the Avon lady in me)
The ability to smile and something every day
The privilege of being an American--that's right I said privilege, not right. I'm very grateful for what opportunities that brings
Not being successful when I attempted suicide when I was younger (three times as a teenager)
Dragons
Harry Potter
Windchimes
Oh and did I say the Love of my husband and the gift of getting to love him back. hehehehee
Okay that's enough, I could go on forever.
Kitten had mentioned a few words that made her boys laugh non stop. Well...I also have experience here. There are a few words that elicit gaggles of giggles from a truck load or house load of 8 year old boys.
Lets see where to start
conundrum--don't know why but makes them laugh every time
Cornucopia--they laugh and walk around repeating it
Fart--pretty self explanatory
Weiner or Nards--again self explanatory
Hurl--gets more laughs if added with the word Chunks
Smoochie--not only do they laugh they run too
Stench--not stink but stench
And I think the biggest mistake I made was telling my friend (in front of the boys) about a real lake named Lake Titicaca. OMG they laugh and laugh, and have to tell everyone at school the next day. And ask you about it everyday for weeks. Yes folks there is a real lake named Lake Titicaca. Just a few things that crack 8 year old boys up. It's off to lunch for me. hehehehee Happy hump day everyone (groooaaaannnn don't say that to 8 year olds either)
