Last night I received a phone call from a friend from back home. She is going through a difficult time right now, she lost her dad suddenly just over a month ago. Her and I are friends on facebook of course and her status updates crush my heart at times because I know exactly what she is going through from her head to her heart. She contacted me through facebook saying she knew I would know what she is going through and if I had any advice for her. I was touched. I told her to call me or the message would be a novel. She did. We talked for over an hour about her struggles, her emotions, her anger, her heart. I told her it would get better. When you lose someone like a parent that is the last thing you want to hear. I know this from experience. Someone would tell me that I wanted to punch them in the face. I told her I know how it makes you feel when you hear this but to know it is the truth. It won’t be better tomorrow, it won’t be better next month, it might not even be better in a year but eventually it does. It took me 2 years after my mom passed for it “to be better”. I reassured her that I did not want to scare her with this information because her time will be different than mine, but it will happen. You must be strong but you must let yourself grieve…deeply. That is why it took me so long because although I did grieve I didn’t let myself grieve deeply for almost 2 years. I was too busy being strong for everyone else, being a mother and wife to look into myself and deal with the pain. I look back and the 2 years that I was a walking robot, numb and just going through the motions and it is a blur. A complete blur. That is not healthy. You must dig deep within yourself and let it out, let it go. Not let go of the person, the memories, and the love but let go of the anger, the hurt, the pain of your loss. That is what gets in you and eats you up inside, it’s what makes you numb. Everyone has their own timeline when dealing with a loss, for some it’s easy to get through and for some it crushes them down to where they can’t function. You have to find a balance. You have to take care of yourself, you have to deal with what is inside of you to move on.
She has been struggling with the fact that no one knows what she is going through. They say they can assume but really, unless you have been through it yourself, you don’t know. What makes her and I’s stories unique is that we lost our parents when they were still young and very suddenly. It’s not that our grandmas passed away after a full life of 80 years. No, our parents were in their 50′s with grandbabies, with their own kids that still needed them. People don’t understand the hole that is created in your heart when this happens.
Through the entire phone call I could relate to every single word she said. I had been there, I had felt the pain, I had felt the anger. I have been through wanting to shut the world out because you don’t want to hear what they have to say from it’s going to get better to everyday comments in a conversation about other people’s parents who are still with them. You can become very bitter towards people. It’s a hard thing to do at the time but you have to learn how to turn a cheek and smile and nod. It’s easier said than done when you are grieving but you have to learn how to do it.
As we were getting off the phone I told her to call me anytime, whether it was to just talk about everyday life, to vent, to cry or to scream, my phone was always on. I told her to take care of herself, to make sure to let herself grieve. I reassured her that it is ok to cry, it’s ok to scream and hate the world but just not to let the hate consume her. I told her that still after 6 years I still cry on random days, I still cry on her birthday, on certain holidays. It’s ok to do that and not to ever let herself think differently.
She said to me “I’m putting your number in my phone as ‘My Angel’ because you truly are my angel”.
I got goose bumps and cried.
Wow how long has it been since I have done a regular post? A week? A month? Longer? All I know is that it has been for-ever. I have been going non stop for almost a month now and this morning as I was sitting outside with B I realized I am getting exhausted. Sad thing, there’s no end in sight. Here is a little bit of this and a little bit of that:
-I am getting tired.
-I totally revamped my landscaping front and back. It wore me out and made me sore. I
hate loathe landscaping. It does look nice though so one big pat on the back for me!
-After 7 years of living in this house I finally don’t have fruit on my walls in my kitchen. NO MORE FRUIT! YAY! I have been intimidated by painting my kitchen for 7 years. I hate painting and I don’t trust my skillz in that area. A couple of times I would pull a little piece of wallpaper off and tape it right back up because I wasn’t ready to take on the task. Well I told B the week before last that the following Monday would be the day to rid the kitchen of fruit. Last Monday he went in and ripped a big ole piece of wallpaper off. I almost cried. I took a deep breathe and told myself…YOU can do this! Well my friends I did! It took me a whole week to get it done and now the fruit is gone and my walls are blue and white and it looks magnificent if I do say so myself!
-Due to the colors on my kitchen walls, I had to paint my chair rails and floor molding (whatever that is called) white. This opens a whole freaking can of worms for the rest of the house. I can’t just have white chair rails, floor molding, doors and door jams in the kitchen, No the rest of the house has to match. So what will I be doing until I am 54 years old? Painting. Painting the floor molding in every room, painting the crown molding in the living room and dining room, painting doors and door jams in every room. Good lord. Everything needs a fresh coat of paint in this house so it must be done! I am on a mission.
-Now that I have the kitchen done, my next mission is the hall bathroom, my bathroom and my bedroom. All need new paint. Am I getting paid? No. Fuck that. Someone should be paying me!
-Today I have another list of a 398 things to do. I’m learning its going to be like this everyday for the rest of my life. Fuck that too. I just want to sit. Today we are celebrating W’s birthday, which is actually Thursday but we are flying to South Carolina on Thursday for a family wedding so today is the day. Dad and Susie are coming for dinner and my house is a mess. So on top of getting the last few doors painting in the kitchen hall to the garage I need to go to the store, clean my house, finish multiple loads of laundry, scrape paint off the kitchen floor, and feed them. Shit.
-I want to meet the person who is responsible for lighting this fire under my ass and poke them in the eyeball. I’m tired.
-I thought my pile of trim tape was going to come alive and eat me the other day.
-We have had a Led Zeppelin painting in our kitchen for years now and after I got done painting the kitchen I thought just maybe that it would find a new home in another room. Friday I woke up..walked into the kitchen..looked at my pretty new walls….and saw this…
-My sister and I need to schedule time to go to Indiana sometime soon and see my grandma and cousins. When am I going to fit this in? I have no flipping clue.
-My aunt found me on FB a couple of weeks ago. Her and my mom were connected at the hip, my sister and I remind me a lot of them two. She now lives in Florida and has zero relationship with her 2 kids who have kids of their own now. This pisses me off to no end, especially now that I can read how she communicates with them. It makes me want to call her out on all of her bullshit and scream “Did you not learn anything when mom passed away?” You have 2 great kids and 4 wonderful grandkids and you are choosing to not be a part of their lives. Something could happen tomorrow and you will be left not really knowing them with no attempt made on your part to do so. She has turned into a shitty human and it pisses me off. She communicates with them like they are fair weather friends. W.T.F.
-Thursday, like I said earlier, we fly to South Carolina. B’s cousin is getting married at the Charleston Harbor Resort. This is the first time the kids have flown and they are beside themselves with excitement. Me on the other hand..I’m already stressed out about it. I have never flown with kids, they have never flown. Also adding to the stress of the trip, I have no flipping clue what to wear. I don’t know if the wedding is right on the beach, is it inside the resort? Heels? Flip Flops? I need to know this kind of stuff people!! I don’t know what to pack for the kids, B has no clue what to pack for himself. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
-W’s been sick since last week, I think he is on the mend now, E is sneezing, and B feels like poopy. Bad timing for this crap all around. I swear if come Thursday I feel like crap and get this funk they have had I might slit my wrists.
I know that was all over the place but that is just a peek at the inside of my brain at the moment. It’s all over the place and running at about 125mph. Good times. One day I will rest…One day. Until then..here I go.
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
I have a couple of different things to blog about this am so this will be a bit all over the place. What’s new right? Welcome to my brain.
Yesterday B was in a wreck on his way home from work on 24. He is fine thank goodness but I wish I could say the same for the Mercedes. It was injured. Traffic had just started moving again and he was up to around 20mph and the chick in front of him slammed on her breaks. His phone had just alerted him for a text or something so he had glanced down at it and BAM right in her ass. The grill was tore up along with the headlights and it had some leakage going on. It had to be towed. I am just glad B is ok. B is Pissed to say the least.
I went to the dentist yesterday to get my permanent crown on..or so I thought. I get there with the thinking that they are going to just pop the temporary off and pop the permanent on. Oh how I was fooled! OF COURSE the temp didn’t want to come off. She pried at it with the little picky thing and it wouldn’t budge. She then proceeded to get the plier thingy tool out and started wiggling it back and forth. Umm, yeah that hurt. She kept asking if I wanted Novocaine and I refused because I am so tired of my mouth and face being numb. It just ruins the day. I kept telling myself I can do this, I have natural childbirth damnit! I’m tough. Well the pliers didn’t work so she had to drill the damn thing off. After that was done she had to drill the temp filling out from the root canal and put a new one in. I am overwhelmed with joy and a sweaty mess. The dentist finally comes in and there is more drilling and fun. Finally all that is done and I’m told that since I had the root canal in between the temp crown and now my permanent crown won’t fit right so she needs to do more molds to be sent off to make a new permanent crown. Fucking joy. She puts the big purple goop in my mouth on it’s holder which of course is too BIG for my mouth because my mouth is so small. She sticks it in there and tells me to bite down. I can’t get my back teeth all the way together because the god damn thing is too big. She said it will be fine. So I sit there with this goopy shit in my mouth for minutes. Immediately I have saliva pouring from my mouth and she hands me a wad of kleenex, gee thanks. Next thing I know is I am trying to swallow and a part of the purple goop has found the back of my throat. With every attempt to swallow it inches down my throat, I am now sitting there gagging and salivating like a freaking rabid dog. Gorgeous visual I know. She comes in and I tell her that a part is going down my throat and she says “just one more minute”. WHAT! I am about to vomit in your chair (I’m literally heaving in the chair) and you want me to hold it in my mouth for another minute! I am seriously on the verge of vomiting now due to all the gagging from the purple shit that is now half way down my throat. She finally takes it out and with one immediate swallow off the goop went. I had her look down my throat to see if she could see it and it was gone. Yes I swallowed a piece of the purple molding goop. I could taste it for the next 3 hours and felt it the rest of the day making it’s way down into my body. Fucking Yippee. I am going to shit purple goop one day and meanwhile before that happens maybe it will make a nice mold of my intestines. I will keep you all posted on that. You’re welcome. So I left there with another temporary crown and have to go back in 3 weeks now for the permanent one. I’m ecstatic.
I have a confession, this is just between me and you so don’t blab it ok? I watch Teen Mom. I know, I know. Don’t judge me too hard. I vowed never to watch this damn show and on a day that I needed mindless TV I turned it on and now I’m hooked. Hooked to the point that I DVR’d it Tuesday. I am hanging my head in shame. Anyway to my point. I caught up on Tuesday’s episode yesterday afternoon and I found myself pissed off. There’s a teen mom on the show that decided to give her daughter up for adoption. She has an “open adoption” with the adopting parents. She goes off on a retreat for moms that gave up their child for adoption on this episode. As the moms sit around telling their stories, a woman shares her’s where she had an open adoption and then when her child turned 4 the adopting parents decided to make it closed. This puts the chick on the show in a panic. Her and another chick go out to talk and the other chick, who also put her child up for adoption, says that she IS a mom regardless and they both are crying yadda yadda yadda. Now here’s my beef, but before I get into my beef I will say this * I completely understand why some choose to put a child up for adoption, I get it, I really really do. Timing, circumstances, situations, etc. In most cases it’s for the child’s benefit and I do believe it is the right decision*. Back to my beef. These girls CHOSE to put their child up for adoption therefore in my eyes you forfeit rights to that child. Rights as in parenting rights, visits and being a part of that child’s life. If you choose to do an “Open Adoption” all you are doing to that child is mind fucking it. I totally understand why, the woman I spoke about before, adoption went closed when the child turned 4. After that you are doing nothing but confusing the living daylights out of that child because they cannot understand who the fuck you are and why you are just popping up here and there. I think it is being completely selfish to put a child through that. YOU chose to put your child up for adoption, YOU chose for someone else to be this child’s parents, YOU CHOSE this. Therefore you have no right to intervene and be a part of this child’s life. If the adopting parents choose to send you photos or keep you updated, fine, but you cannot expect to just pop in and out of this child’s life the whole time and expect a child to understand who the hell you are. In my eyes, that would cause more resentment further down the road. It is a different story when they become old enough to wrap their head around it and they are seeking you. For now YOU chose to put your child up and not raise it therefore you FORFEIT everything. Just my 2 cents.
Ok that is enough randomness for one day.
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!
The Sunday before last I started couponing. Don’t freak out you will not see me on Extreme Couponing or anything like that. I just want to save a little money. I tried to do this before and I allowed myself to become intimidated by it and never followed through with it. This time I am determined.
I have never been a grocery coupon user, maybe here and there but NEVER consistent. I’ve tried in the past, clipping a few and then sticking them in my purse only to forget about them and then they expire. So we can chalk it up to laziness, disorganization, and my brain flat lining in the check out line.
This time I am on a mission. A mission to save some money, to figure it out, and to become diligent on using them. When I made this decision I spent the entire day researching. If I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it right and make it effective. I am not out to save a dollar or two, I want to make a dent in my receipt. I spent the day on couponmom.com, thekrazycouponlady.com, and couponing101.com. Each site is a plethora of information and can quickly become overwhelming but I didn’t let it happen. I took it slow.
The Krazy Coupon Lady site has a beginner section that breaks down becoming a good couponer in 10 days. This site seems a bit more dedicated to the
organized hoarder extreme stock piling couponer but it still has good tips.
Couponmom site is where I spent the majority of my time. It is full of good information and tutorials. What I love about this site is the video tutorials and every week she posts sales for the each store and matches them up with coupons giving you, in black and white, item, sale price, coupon to use with the date of the paper and the source it came from, price after coupon, and percentage saved. You can go down the list and check the boxes of the items you want or need and print them out. After you print your list, you match up the coupons you need for your trip and out the door you go.
I ran up to the gas station and got 3 papers. Yes I bought 3, don’t judge me. I have found you need at least 2 papers so you have 2 of the coupons especially for the B1G1 deals. Anyway, I bought 3 papers and headed home to start clipping. My living room looked like a newspaper stand exploded. I spent the evening clipping, printing out online coupons and organizing.
Monday evening I headed out on my first couponing trip. I decided on Walgreens. Not too overwhelming right? I printed out my little list, matched up my coupons and off I went. I only had a few things that I was after, I started small. First couple of items went into the basket and I was feeling great! Next up toothpaste. Well what do you know the particular brand that I was after was wiped out. Not a tube left! WTF! Damn stock pilers! I was bummed, I didn’t let it get me too down and it was time to check out.
My total before discounts and coupons: $31 and some odd cents.
My total after: $11.85!!!
AND I got $4 in register rewards to use on my next trip!
I was stoked…I was beyond stoked! It was AWESOME! I did it!! I was so proud of myself! I will admit confession style that I did get a little high from it. I can almost *almost* understand the crazy couponing people out there that get $600 of stuff for $4.
My next trip out was the following day to try this at a grocery store. I had prepared my list the night before, loaded up the kids and off we went. The store that I was going to was still in the process of changing their sale signs over throughout the store so I panicked for a moment with the thought “oh crap, am I here on the wrong day?” I grabbed their weekly ad from the front of the store and all was good to go. Here I am walking around with my list, coupons, and the weekly ad stopping in every aisle making sure not to miss what I am after. Yes, I was that person. It was checkout time, the moment of truth. I had a whole cart full of stuff, top and bottom.
My total for the Trip: $116.00
Total Savings for the trip: $47.01!
I had one more trip to make the following day for a couple of reasons. I get my meat from this store and also they had some good sales on things THAT I NEED not want just to say I have it. Well, it was depressing. Why? Because the
hoarders stock pilers bought it all up. Empty shelves everywhere. 85% of things that were on my list were gone, just tumbleweeds blowing by on the shelves. So Sad. I finished up my shopping and headed home. I did save that day but not as much as I had planned because of the bare shelves.
That trip leads to my first couponing rant: These extreme couponers that clean out shelves need to stop. Just because you can get it for free or for $.75 doesn’t mean you need to buy every single one of them on the shelf. Leave some for the little people, that just one 2 of them. There is no damn reason…NO DAMN REASON…you need 150 tubes of toothpaste, 64 bags of chips, 100 deodorants, or 50 boxes of mac and cheese unless you are planning for the end of the world and I am pretty sure we still have a few billion years before that happens. I just wanted 2 boxes of mac and cheese, that’s it and they were gone. If you are one of these extreme couponers that have your whole basement stockpiled with absurd amounts of items and absurd amounts of one specific item you are *in my eyes* an organized hoarder. Period. If you have 6, 7, 12 kids cool, stock it up a bit more but if you are a normal family of 4 there is absolutely NO REASON to clean out a shelf. You are selfish. Period.
With that said I am not against a small stockpile..SMALL..Key word. 5 tubes of toothpaste cool, 5 12-packs of pop awesome, 5 bottles of shampoo right on etc etc. I am out to save money, have some things on the back up but that’s it. I won’t lie I don’t want to have to go buy toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner or lotion every month and yes I want to get it on sale but I will get enough to last me a few months and that’s it. I will NEVER clean out a shelf. You have my word.
This past Sunday I stayed true to my mission, purchased my papers and clipped and now all of my coupons are nicely organized in a binder. You read that right, I made a binder. Why? Because it is soo much easier. I originally had them all in a little holder that fit nicely in my purse but when I found myself rummaging through it to find something it was like a lightbulb when off…The binders make complete sense.
I also found a GREAT spreadsheet that I have started using that tracks my spending and savings. I found it on thecouponproject.com, another great website. Even if you don’t coupon this is still a great spreadsheet to use if you are trying to work on a budget. You can find the spreadsheet by clicking on the link above and then under the downloads tab by clicking on ‘savings tracker’. It is a spreadsheet that comes ready to go with all formulas in place. You can set your budget for every month and after your trip to the store you enter the info from your receipt and it keeps a running tally of the shelf cost (cost of all items purchased before any savings), store discounts, coupons amount, sales tax, your total and it gives you the percentage saved on that trip. It is so handy and easy to use or if you have trouble figuring it out she offers a video tutorial or a handy dandy user manual. I highly ,highly recommend trying it! On this website she also offers a coupon 101 and many many helpful hints and links.
So there you have it, my adventures thus far in couponing. I have to run out today and get a few things because I NEED them not because they are just on sale (that’s just an added plus) so the adventure continues.
I don’t know where to start and this is going to be all over the place. So here’s the deal.
-For the last couple of days W has been saying his throat was hurting. He wouldn’t complain all the time, he would mention it here or there and he was acting just fine so I didn’t really pay any mind to it. (that’s excellent parenting I know) Yesterday he said it again a couple of times and then came up with his own diagnosis for it. His thought is it hurts because the little punching bag, as he calls it, in the back of his throat was stuck to one side. I looked and it was where it was supposed to be. After my shoot down of his diagnosis he went to B and had him look. B got out the flash light and looked. Next thing I hear is “Mom needs to take a look at this.” I look and think Ah Shit! W has white crap all over his tonsils. This usually means one thing…Strep. Peachy. If this is so, this means he has been walking around with Strep for 4 days now. We are off to the doctor here shortly so see if I’m right. I am currently taking bets on what the outcome is.
-Now where did the strep come from? I bet it came from Indiana.
-B and W took off to Indiana on Wednesday to stay at his parents house for the night. I get a phone call Wednesday night from B saying he has already had his fill, he had been there only a few hours. My thoughts exactly and this is why I declined the invitation to go. The next day he gets home and starts filling me in on the going ons up there. Always drama which is not drama to anyone else but us because it’s such the norm up there. Reason #598 why I’m glad we don’t live up there any longer. He goes on to tell me about how everyone talks not only around the kids but to the kids. The profanity used towards the kids is just disgusting. This comes from all..the grandparents, the parents, the aunts and uncles. Reason #3 I’m glad we don’t live up there. If we lived up there I can guarantee my kids wouldn’t be around this very often, then I would be labeled the shitty snob that won’t bring her kids around her family. Reason #587 why I’m glad we don’t live up there.
-My coffee tastes amazing this am.
-I think they should change the spelling of Wednesday to Wendsday just because after 30 years of spelling it 95% of the time I spell it wrong the first go around. My fingers want to spell it the way it sounds.
-Saturday night I went downtown with my stepmom, her friend that was in from Indiana and my sister. First let me just say that my stepmom is amazing and looks amazing. She got all dolled up in a cute little summer dress with her tan and if you were to guess her age she looked 40 not 53. She’s one hot mama! We had a ball showing her friend downtown. We did the rounds of the honky tonks and of course started with Tooties and did the loop. I think it’s safe to say that her friend had a good time seeing that she was passed out in my back seat on the way home. ha!
-I think I had a twin walking around Nashville Friday night. I had 3 people stop me Saturday night and say that they saw me Friday night. One dude even told me he saw me at the Embassy Suites. Umm…No, not unless you were peering through my window Friday night and watched me sit on the couch. Weird.
-It’s never a full night out without an argument. My sister and I are standing in the front part of Paradise Park when two toolbags walk up and first one asks if I was at the Embassy Suites the night before. We get through the whole ‘That was not me, I wasn’t there” thing and the next thing I know is my sister is arguing with one of the tools. Not real sure what the hell started it but I hear my sister calling this dude a douche to his face and telling him to go on. Then the other one wants to get involved and she is calling him a toolbag and telling him to walk away. He did the other did not, he wanted a fight. So he is telling her that she will never find anybody that can stand her, she will be single forever blah blah blah. She’s telling him to fuck off and that he is a complete douche and toolbag and needs to go back to where ever he came from because Nashville has enough idiots already to go around. I’m standing there with my beer in awwe because it was pretty funny and I love to hear my sister tell someone how it is. Then the dude started to get completely out of line with her and I put myself in between them and finally calmed it down and got him to walk away. Total buzz kill.
-I’ve had my fill of downtown for the rest of the summer. I will stay in my little town and frequent the hole in the wall instead and drink beer for $2.50 versus the $4 you pay downtown. Plus I would much rather be out with B surrounded by rednecks and bikers than be downtown with a bunch of Trendy McTrendersons and dumbasses anymore. If that is a sign of age, I’m completely fine with it.
It’s Friday and it’s time for your Friday’s Survival Sarcasm. Sunday is Father’s Day so today we will be honoring the Dad’s in our lives. We will be honoring our own Dad’s this Father’s Day, some will be honoring our husbands who might or might not be the father of our children. Dad’s or just males in general are a crucial part of making little humans. What does one need to make little humans you ask? You need some baby batter. Baby batter comes from the male aka Dad. Whether you get the baby batter straight from the dispenser located in the wiener or you go to a special place where you can purchase the baby batter, you still need it to make a little human. So here is to you baby batter producers! Thanks to someecards.com for making providing our laughs.
Rock Your Friday!!!!
Hold on to your hats people…we are having a cool snap here in Tennessee. After 15 or so days of 90+ degree weather we have a little relief. By a little I mean instead of it being 95 degrees its going to be 86. Fish out the sweatshirts and long pants because it’s all kinds of chilly up in here. In honor of this cool snap I will be half assing all of the home front duties today and heading to the pool with the kids and actually enjoy being outside by the pool instead of having to be in it completely submerged. It’s a rough rough life, but hey someone’s got to do it. You’re welcome.
My daughter has now become quite the little rock star. 2 years ago for Christmas B got her a hot pink acoustic guitar and she has finally taking a liking to it. For the past week she has been in her room playing it and singing all of her favorite songs. After much begging I finally got her to agree to play for me. I snuck in my phone to record her and have some cute video. B needs to tune her guitar something fierce.
First up..E singing Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream
Now a Miranda Crosgrove song.
So yes I have living with me the next pop super star! haha! I love listening to her sing and play her guitar, it makes me smile. B is the happiest man alive listening to her, you should see his smile when she plays.
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!