It’s been a crazy weekend and week already and it’s only Tuesday. ACK! Here’s the rundown.
-Friday night B and I went to see Bill Burr at Zanie’s. This was my second time seeing him and I was stoked because he was funny as hell the first time around. Yeah, well he has lost some of his funny. He still made me laugh, don’t get me wrong here but not like the first time around. I found myself a few times sitting there not laughing and thinking “STOP F’n Yelling Dude!”. There was 12 of us that went to the show and we were all at a long table packed in like sardines. The long table next to us was full of young kids. They had to be only 21 if not there with a fake ID. They drove me fucking nuts the entire night. The dudes were all plaid shorts with button down shirts with the collars popped, the girls in their little bitty dresses and stupid headbands…that right there was enough to make me want to punch them in the back of the heads but oh no they had more to make this night fan-fucking-tastic. They are all drinking like crazy, I notice they started passing around a flask and popped collar toolbag would tell whoever he passed it to to “CHUG”. Shut the fuck up douchehole, we are at a comedy club not a freaking bar. The girls wouldn’t shut the fuck up through the entire show. I hear their annoying giggling and talking all night long. Full conversations going on through the whole thing. I wanted to punch the blonde in the back of her little fucking head. This said blonde gets up at one point to go to the restroom she comes back and sits down on popped collar dude’s lap. Of fucking course they are a couple. Her sitting on his lap put her head right in my view. I sat there for 2 minutes steaming and then reached up and tapped popped collar dude on the shoulder and told him she needs to get the hell out of my way. Of course she shoots me a look and I shoot one right back. She moves to the chair right next to him and now they want to make out. For the Love of God you fucking ninkapoops!
- as I am telling my Dad this story he reminds me that the Douchey McDouchersons that I just talked about most likely looked and talked about me as “that old woman” at the show. That’s fine with me.
-Saturday B and I kicked ass. Kicked Ass I say! We cleaned out the garage and threw a whole stake body truck full of shit away. Yes a whole freaking truck full of shit. Stuff that we thought we needed to keep, old furniture that was from my childhood that I thought I needed to keep. I finally came to terms with the decision to pitch it. Yes I could have kept it and passed it down to my kids but what the hell are they going to do with it? Most likely stick it in their garage and go through the same thinking that I went through. If we hadn’t touched it in the last year we pitched it. We went through cabinets and laundry room as well and what a difference it made. Man it feels good! Ahhh…Deep Breath…and exhale… We started at 10am and didn’t stop until almost 8pm. We were pooped.
-The reason for the clean out was to make room for my new stand up Freezer! WOO HOO! You know you’re getting old when you get excited for a freezer. Yep, that would be me! We have wanted one forever and after I started couponing we decided it must be done. My freezer is so pretty, I find myself going out and just looking at it. That right there people is just sad.
-Speaking of couponing, I have been at it for 4 weeks now and have saved almost $500 to date! That makes this momma happy happy happy! Yes I have a little stock pile started but nothing huge. Just enough that I don’t have to go buy stupid expensive crap for the next 3-4 months. I am stocked on cleaning supplies, girlie products, bathroom essentials, chicken nuggets, coffee, pop and a few other things.
A few of my store Scores:
-Boxes of cereal for $.65! (Cinnamon Toast Crunch) (Also a few other kinds for $1.25 a box)
-Betty Crocker sides for $.65 a box
-Playtex Tampons for $.99 an 18 count box!
-Resolve stain remover for clothes for $.50 a bottle
-Dial handsoap $.18 a pump
Yesterday I headed out to run my errands and had to stop by Publix. I went in with a short list of things I needed and my coupon binder. After scanning the aisles one by one with my coupons I found deals that I was expecting, so needless to say I bought more than what I had planned on but it was all stuff that I would need in the near future. I walked out of there spending $95 after saving $90! I’ll take that especially at Publix! They have some of the best deals if you do it right!
-Yesterday was another balls to the wall day. After running a shit ton of errands, the kids came home and we headed out to get E’s dance stuff that she needs for her first class tonight. We had to drive 45 minutes to the closest dancewear store. Her class is a combo class so she will be doing Ballet, Jazz and Hip Hop. So we needed a leotard, tights and ballet shoes for ballet and boy shorts, sports bra type top and jazz shoes for jazz. Thank god for Hip Hop they can wear sweats, t-shirt and tennis shoes because for the other two it cost me an arm and a leg. My daughter now needs to go get a job at the age of 6. She did dance 2 years ago with a different company and I didn’t like it and she just wasn’t ready so I pulled her from it. This time around it is with a new dance company and she is so excited about it. This dance company is amazing. Along with regular classes they also have competition teams, one of their dance teams won Nationals last year. How awesome is that? Needless to say I am stoked for her to start and I hope she really likes it and wants to stick with it and maybe eventually compete if she wants. (that might be one of my childhood dreams coming out through her but oh well, my parents would never let me be in dance when I was little and that is all I wanted to do)
So there is that. Aren’t you glad I shared all that? SO exciting, I know. :P
We are now at Wednesday here in the first week of school and the new sleep schedule, “up and at’em” early morning routine is taking its toll…on everyone. E (6) has been a big ole Crabby McCrabberson the last two days. W (8) is doing good, I think that kid could go on 0 sleep if he had to. E on the other hand is a different story.
W and I were sitting on the couch watching Animal Planet last night when Miss Grumpy Britches graced us with her attitude. This is between her and her brother.
E: Can I change the channel?
W: No I am watching this.
E: No Your NOT! (put as much sass in that as you possibly can)
W: yes I am! I’m watching this show. (he is clearly watching this show)
E: Umph..No Your Not!
*She gets up and starts walking out of the room* Meanwhile saying…
E: Well I’m going to go watch tv in your room and I’m going to watch what ever I want! How do you like that? What are you going to do about it?!?
All the while I am just sitting there trying not to laugh and I’m in awe of this attitude coming from my little girl. I do not usually allow all this attitude but I couldn’t help finding it comical because I knew all the sassiness was coming from her being so tired. She dished it out good. Now that I know she can bring the ‘tude’ I fear her. Looking into the future and hearing this attitude when she is 10, 12,15 years old scares the crap out of me!
I can tell W is becoming exhausted too but he has a secret stash of crack or something because he is always full throttle. Me, I am exhausted and becoming a little short and crabby. I do my best not to let my fuse get down to explosion but it has came close a few times. I managed not to set my alarm clock all summer long so needless to say Monday morning I wanted to take a sledgehammer to it. Last night I was ready to go to bed at 8:00 but managed to stay up till almost 10 with toothpicks holding my eyes open. I did not miss my alarm clock and all the glory that comes along with getting up early..not one bit! Give me another week and I will be back on track. For now…Coffee Don’t Fail Me!
Looking back I don’t know how I functioned without coffee for so long. I didn’t start drinking my liquid crack until I was around 28/29 years old. I took care of 2 kids in the infant stage with NO coffee! I seriously should get a metal or a trophy, hell just a little gold star sticker. Something! I don’t know how I functioned, took care of a baby or later a 1.5 year old and a baby, made decisions and was coherent. I must be super human. Yeah that’s it!
Yesterday went to shit real quick but it did have it’s good moments. The good…the kids were awesome, all day long. E even took it upon herself to clean her room to perfection and when her room was done she cleaned her brother’s. I felt her head, checked birthmarks, drew blood and sent it off to be tested and yep, this is my daughter who did this. I was shocked but very happy.
We used to have 2 Krogers here in town, one on my end of town and the other on the other end. My Kroger was wonderful, it was close, it was never crowded, the employees were so nice, they remembered me and my kids and always offered help. The other one is awful. The parking lot is so jacked up the way it is laid out that it is just one big cluster fuck of crap, everyone that works there hates their life for some reason, and all the customers are shit heads. It’s never a fun experience. I miss my Kroger so much. Yesterday I went to asshole Kroger for the first time since mine closed in May. Nothing there has changed. The aisles are so narrow that you are always in someone’s way or they are in yours because of the stand alone displays they feel necessary to place in the narrow aisles. Yesterday numerous times, as I was passing by one of these displays and someone would have to pause for me to get by I would always say “excuse me” with a smile. What would I get back? A look that would kill me over dead. I got ONE…ONE response with a smile. What is wrong with people?? Is life just that bad? I mean I hate it there too but for the love of god I’m not going to be a complete asshole to everyone. Geesh!
I had to cancel a hotel reservation that I made with a package deal through them for a family wedding that we are attending in September. I found out after the fact of making reservation through Expedia, that a block of rooms at the same hotel were reserved for wedding guests at a discounted rate but I need to go straight through the hotel to be able to get the discount. The first call went smoothly, I thought. They said the cancellation was no problem at all but they were showing an error with my card for the refund. My first thought..Interesting because there was no ‘error’ to be found when you were charging it a few weeks ago. She assured me the refund would take place and a confirmation refund receipt would be emailed to me within 5 to 10 minutes. An hour later…..Nothing. I make call number 2 to see what the hold up is with my email and come to find out that the error still exists. After being placed on hold and every 5 minutes the chick getting back on the line to let me know they are still “working” on it, it’s now almost 45 minutes later and she decides that I have been holding long enough and once again reassures me that I will get my refund and should have an email by days end. Umm…It’s 7:30am the next day and guess what..still no email. They are messing with my money. I’m not happy. So what I will be doing later is making yet another phone call. Yay me.
I received a phone call yesterday from someone and during the call I was reminded of what a shit head a certain person is. I had forgotten about a certain “thing” that this person did which is odd because of how much it effects our life. Out of sight, out of mind I guess. Once I was reminded of it I was instantly furious all over again. Grrrr. This person needs a swift kick in the butt and needs to be reminded how to be a decent human, unfortunately that is completely impossible. This person will never be a decent human being, it’s been too long. I need to do an entire venting post on that and might take up an offer that was given to me yesterday to use their blog as an anonymous venting place. :)
That about sums up the craptastic day that was Tuesday. Fuck you Tuesday and all your glory bullshit.
I am happy to report that the funk has been lifted off of my sister, or as she put it on my fb “I know I have been a turd much as of late and I promise to put down the turds and I will meet you out at dad’s” and she is back in action. We will be meeting at our dad’s later this morning for a little sun, swimming and much catching up. This is awesome because I was starting to twitch from withdrawals.
There was more to post about but I just looked at the time and I have to roll!
So today and tomorrow we are going to melt. Melt from the heat. It’s 8:30am and already it feels like it’s 93 degrees outside and the humidity is at 80%. Peachy. The heat index for the day is supposed to be anywhere from 105 to 110. Double Peachy. Tomorrow is going to be even hotter. Heat advisories are in place for our area. Good ole summer in Nashville. Last summer was ridiculous when it came to the heat and it seems this July is trying to keep last summer’s holy crap it’s f’n hot trend alive and kicking.
Needless to say the only way to survive outside is if you are near water and that is exactly what we (the kids and I) will be doing today. Its all about my sanity here. I am afraid that 2 days locked in this house with them would cause me to go insane. That’s not pretty.
So if you are looking for me today you can find me here…..
Yes this is my haven…my sanity….my love. I will be on a raft all day trying to stay cool and hoping the kids get nice and worn out.
On a side note we are leaving in exactly 14 days…2 weeks…336 hours for Vegas. Oh yes…The countdown is ON. I need one of those countdown thingys. Even though it most likely will be 867 degrees in Vegas at least it will be minus all this humidity so I will welcome that dry heat with open arms. At least we will hopefully be able to breathe.
With that said, I am off to the pool with kids in tow and will be day dreaming of becoming a millionaire in Vegas.
****This post is not for the faint of heart, it contains very disturbing actual events****
My sister was telling me about a documentary that she watched the other day and recommended that I watch it. All she would tell me is that is was about a man named Albert Fish and it was a crazy intense, the kids were around so she wouldn’t tell me anymore. Well after figuring out what it was about there was good reason to leave out all details with kids in ear shot. I sat down last night and watched the most disturbing, creepiest, lose your appetite, give you chills documentary I have ever seen. Let me just say that my sister and I both are weird when it comes to the documentaries that we favor. We both like documentaries about the human mind and how weird it can be. I love to watch shows about the mind and how evil and twisted it can be. Psychology has always interested me ever since high school.
The documentary is called Albert Fish: In Sin He Found Salvation
Albert Fish was a cannibal, sadomasochist, serial killer. His prey of choice…children.
He was born in 1870 and the majority of his horrendous crimes and acts took place during the depression era in New York. His family on both sides had a long history of mental illness. His mom suffered from hallucinations, his uncle suffered from religion mania, his brother ended up in a mental institution and his sister had a “mental affliction”. After his father died, his mother was forced to work and she could no longer care for him so she put him in an orphanage at the age of 5 where he and the other boys were frequently stripped naked and beaten by the teachers in front of everyone. He came to enjoy pain. At the age of 12 his mother was able to bring him back home and he met a friend that introduced him to some disgusting practices that he enjoyed.
He’s known best for the murder of a young 10 year old girl named, Grace Budd. He had convinced her parents to let him take her to a birthday party, the girl’s family was poor and the father let her go because she is locked up in their small apartment so often and she never gets to do anything fun. She was never seen again. 6 years later he sent a letter to her parents, this is what led to his arrest. The letter below I copied from Wikipedia, it is Albert Fish’s unaltered words..his confession letter.
Dear Mrs. Budd. In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong, China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1–3 per pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak—chops—or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl’s behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys, one 7 and one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head—bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 St. near—right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3, 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese—strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.
Even though Fish married and had 6 children of his own he committed horrific acts and crimes through out his life. His wife left him for another man and left him with their 6 kids. After the rejection of his wife leaving he started hearing voices. He thought Christ was talking to him, telling him to sacrifice children and do bodily harm to himself. Over the years his mind got worse. He would try to reenact biblical stories. He would take whips and whip his back, he would put nails in a board and beat himself with it, he inserted needles into his body, the list goes on and on. Later they would do an x-ray and found at least 29 needles that were embedded in his groin area that Fish placed there himself. Not only did he do this things to himself but he did them to others as well, mostly boys. He found himself a boy at one point that he played with for 2 weeks in exchange for money and clothes. Daily they would play, Fish would tie the boy up and whip him, he would have the boy whip him, they would partake in every sexual act you could imagine including urinating on each other and drinking it. One day he went to castrate the boy and only achieved half of it when the boy screamed and Fish could not take the look on the boy’s face so he left him a 10 dollar bill and left.
Fish was a compulsive letter writer. He would answer ads from the newspaper to find victims or lonely women. He would right obscene letters to the women to find out if they were on board with his disgusting ideas and acts. Most were not but there were a few that were. He wrote to one woman that was interested in cannibalism and he instructed her tie up her son and husband and whip them daily to tenderize them and they both would feast.
He continued to kidnap kids, keep them hostage and whip them daily to tenderize their meat to be eaten. One boy named Billy Gaffney who was 4 was one victim. The boy’s body was never found but the boy’s friend was a witness to him being taken and the description matched that of Albert Fish. His mother visited Fish to find out the details and here is Fish’s confession.
I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears – nose – slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet – arms – hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.
The stories of the acts on children should have been enough for me to turn it off and move on but I couldn’t. I was so intrigued by his mind that I had to finish it. The majority of the documentary is about his metal state. He was captured a couple of times and under went mental evaluations, each time he would pass as sane. He was completely functional, he knew right from wrong, he passed himself off to everyone as a wealthy, proper and polite old man. During his trial in 1935 for the murder of Grace Budd, he pleaded insanity. Several psychiatrists testified about his sexual fetishes that included sadism, coprophilia, urophilia, pedophilia, infibulation, and masochism. One noted that Fish was a “psychiatric phenomenon” and that nowhere in legal or medical records was there another individual who possessed so many sexual abnormalities. His obsession with religion led him to think that the act of cannibalism was communion for his sins. The trial lasted 10 days and the jury found him guilty and sane. He received the death penalty and on January 16, 1936 he was executed by the electric chair.
Alright I got a bunch of nothing today but a bunch of random crap so here we go. If this hurts your brain I apologize in advance.
-My husband was eaten by the Snore Monster last night which moved me to the couch. That monster is LOUD and annoying.
-The fact that people actually spend their money on Britney Spears tickets blows my mind. Why in the hell would anyone buy tickets to watch someone lip sync? If you do you are a dumbass and if you are buying them for your daughter you should be slapped…twice.
-My cat is now known as Daisy the Ninja Cat. You walk through a room and she comes out of no where and attacks your ankles. This is not cool when you have hot coffee in your hand.
-It’s been almost 2 weeks since we have been at the pool at my Dad’s because of weather and other going ons. Today it is blue sky’s and hot so of course the pool is out of commission. FML. I need sun, the kids need to be worn out..Its about my Sanity people, Sanity!
-Now that our trip is planned I have the perfect excuse to go shopping! Oh yes, this girl needs new shoes. Like how I used the word need? Yeah I need a new pair of shoes because my 158 pair that I already own aren’t Vegas worthy. I also need a dress and some shirts. Yes I need them.
-Chances are that when I do go shopping I won’t find anything because I will be looking for specific items. Why is this always the case? When you are broke or just out for the hell of it you can find a shit ton of stuff you want but when you go on a mission you can’t find shit. I must start now because multiple trips may be needed.
-I am tired of looking at my kids with their 4,379 tattoos on them. We are going to have a scrub fest today, their skin is going to be raw and red.
I will leave you with a funny video. I may have posted it before, I can’t remember but it is one of my favorites so I will post it again. The amount of time that my sister and I have spent quoting this video is disturbing and makes me question our brains.
I always have the urge to hit the “This post is super-awesome” button over there on the right. What if I do and it’s really not super-awesome? What if no one else thinks it’s super-awesome? That would suck.
I just found out that one of my girlfriends is pregnant via facebook. What the hell? No phone call, not even a text to tell me this type of news? Is this what it comes down to…telling huge news like this on facebook? Another reason that facebook can suck my ass. I was a little hurt by this.
I am counting down hours no make that minutes or even seconds to Saturday night. I am headed out with my Stepmom and her friend that is coming into town from Indiana. Last week and weekend was long. Long I say! B worked non stop for 6 days straight leaving the house before 6am and not returning till anywhere from 7 to 10:30. It was just me and the kids….the whole time. Mama needs a break. Mama needs a huge break. Saturday can’t get here fast enough. I need a drink.
What is sad is that I have resorted to my stepmom and her friends to go out with this time around because mine all suck. Yes people it is true. I need new friends or better yet if my friends that live in my computer or in Twitterville would just move closer to me my life would be awesome. Unfortunately I can’t make that happen. I need super human powers damnit.
I would make the best damn princess in the world.
I need people to come clean my house. Hints, the princess reference. I also need the kids to not touch anything after the house has been cleaned because it seems that I clean and you can’t tell 5 minutes later.
I resorted to watching Cartoon Network last night because there was nothing on the 400+ channels that I get. That’s sad. My son would have been proud.
B and W leave for Indiana tomorrow for a night. E and I will be here and we have decided to have a girls only slumber party. I have a feeling she will be in my bed sleeping with me punching and kicking me all night long. Good times, I can’t wait.
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I twittered something yesterday and got a kinda shitty reply back. My first thought..”well that wasn’t necessary and don’t be a twittercunt”. Twittercunts suck,they can be male or female. When you make the decision to put your 2 cents in on something that wasn’t directly said towards you and your 2 cents is shitty, negative, or assbagish you are a twittercunt and I have a flying urge to unfollow you. Especially when that was the first thing ever said to me by this follower.
Lesson of the day: Don’t be a TwitterCunt.
Sunday morning, the sun is shining, I’m drinking my coffee and listening to E (5) rock out in her room to a new CD we made last night for her. I love listening to her sing and watching her dance in her room, it brings back so many memories from my childhood. I was always in my room with music playing.
Let’s compare the differences in music now vs. then…
First Up A little Rap
E: Dr. Dre Featuring Eminem and Skyler Grey, I need a Doctor
Me: Beastie Boys, No Sleep Till Brooklyn
Now Teenie Bopper Music
E: Miranda Crosgrove, About You Now
Me: Debbie Gibson, Electric Youth
E: Lady Gaga, Born this Way
Me: Madonna, Papa Don’t Preach
E: K$sha, Blow
Me: B-52′s, Love Shack
So yeah, I think it is safe to say times have changed just a bit! Back then it was so innocent for the most part, people were somewhat clothed, it was fun. Now everyone is half naked, you can’t watch a video without wanting to bang who ever is sitting next to you because every video is about sex. I just aged myself right there and for some reason I am ok with that. But hey, I still dig the music today for the most part. E even asked me to make her Jack Johnson CD last night too, I know there is hope!
I’m taking a break from Friday’s Survival Sarcasm for a minute, it needs a time out and a moment for the cards to be refreshed with some new.
With summer break and the kids all up in my bizznass it’s hard for me to keep up with all the blogs that I read and comments coming in on mine. So with that said if I don’t comment on your blog or reply to a comment left on mine, I have not turned snooty and don’t care anymore, it’s just that I have 2 needy kids, 1 dumbass dog who keeps trying to play with and eat the new cat, and 1 brand new kitten who is always under the couch or bed then I have to get up and move furniture to get it. I still love you all, it just going to take me an extra minute or two to keep up. Bare with me.
Speaking of the new kitten, I have had numerous requests for a picture of the little furbucket. So here you go.
Meet Daisy Furball Pfister, yes that is her full name.
I am so happy to announce that I am not a prisoner in my home any longer! The mosquitos are not partying all up around my house anymore. The standing water up the road has finally dried up and now we are back to the normal population of the pesky shits which now I can handle. Also on the bug front the cicadas are quiet which means they have all done the dirty and died. So until next time…later bugs. I can actually hear myself think outside now and have realized that what I do think inside my head doesn’t add up to a pile of beans and it’s all random bullshit.
I have to say that this summer break has been a good one thus far. The kids have been great and we have had fun. They have been huge helpers around the house and we have had minimal fighting. They are actually getting along nicely for the most part which makes me extremely happy and less of a drunk. We have kept busy with running around and spending the majority of our time poolside at my dad’s. It’s time for a fun kid outing here soon like a trip to Beech Bend which is a big amusement/water park, the aquariums in Chattanooga or something. Time to start planning that one. I am really hoping that B comes to his senses and realized that we need to visit Key West sometime this summer, just me and him. That is wishful thinking seeing that we need a new roof and a bunch of other not so fun house crap. Hey, a girl can wish right?
I want to take a sec and send a huge shout out to the girls that are participating in our care package exchange. Thank you all so very very much for my packages last month. They were all so neat and thoughtful and most of all FUN! Thank you again, you girls Rock my world.
So to all you girls:
Rock your Friday!
Let me just start this post by saying my husband and kids rock my world in every single way possible. We had gotten home from dinner and it was time for presents. First up, E’s present, I got a rolling pin. This is awesome because I don’t own a rolling pin, I don’t need one very often but a few weeks ago I did and when it was time to roll out the dough I had to improvise by using a drinking glass. That didn’t work out to well. Now when that recipe makes it’s round back to the table, I will kick it’s ass with my new rolling pin! Next up W’s present, I am now a proud owner of Call of Duty 4, Modern Warfare. The shoot’em up games are new in our household. We started with Halo 3 and now are on Halo Reach. Love these games and I am on the verge of needing therapy. The difference between Halo and Call of Duty is in Halo you are shooting and killing aliens of some sort, in Call of Duty you are killing humans. I have a very uneasy feeling about this. Yes I am a whimp. Finally it was time for B’s present, he handed me a bag with a nicely wrapped box inside. I pull it out and start to open it up. All I can see is a white box as I tear at the paper. I tear off the last of the paper and it’s still just a white box…I flip it over and this happened…
Yes, he managed to blow my mind! It was an iPad! He got me an iPad! No way! I flipped out just a bit. Totally was blind sided by this gift, I was not expecting it in any way. I was expecting a new cutting board if you want to know the truth. B wins the best gift of the year award! I love you B! You rock my world!
On to the next order of business….Today is my sister’s Birthday! My lovely little sister has officially entered the world of the 30′s. Ha-Ha! *said like the Simpson’s character*
I can’t believe my little sister is 30, that is mind blowing in itself. She is the best sister in the world and now she is old..old…old. I feel very fortunate to have a sister that I am close to, that I consider my best friend and that I know will be there for me through anything. To you sister…Happy Birthday!
Love you Linds!
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go play on my iPad!