Monday, December 28, 2009
Yearly Inflation Rate USA 5.84% (1.8%)
Year End Close Dow Jones Industrial Average 838 (end of the day, 12/28/09 10547.08)
Average Cost of new house $23,450.00 ($200,250 - $300,000)
Average Income per year $9,400.00 ($50,233)
Cost of a gallon of Gas 36 cents (yesterday on my way home $2.37)
Sheaffer Pen $9.95 (I don't know which version this was based on but the Sheaffer 100 goes for $16.00)
United States postage Stamp 6 cents (44 cents)
Gallon of milk $1.15 ($3.50-$4.00)
Dozen Eggs 62 cents (anywhere up to $1.50 but I had to pay $2.49 last week because the store was out of every kind except Eggland's Best. There was a winter storm coming in and everyone stocked up)
AMC Gremlin $1879 (I wanted to find what their worth today but doing a search on google didn't bring up any for sale within the WWW)
And the Kansas City Chiefs won the Superbowl January 11, 1970.
Yes, I'm turning 40. That's FOUR OH!
I have mixed feelings about this.
On one hand, I'm entering the midst a group of elite folks that have seen 4 decades of life.
On the other hand, I've seen 4 decades of life! That's a lot.
So for the next 16 days, I plan to recap some events that were meaningful for me from the past 40 years.
Also, I'm in need of ideas. How should I celebrate?
What would you do to celebrate a 40th birthday? Would you go somewhere special for dinner? Would you take a trip somewhere? Would you throw a party?
I can't take a trip anywhere, well, because I'm broke. But I can go somewhere special for dinner or someone can throw me a party.
Help me out. Pass along some ideas to an ol' fogy.
Friday, December 25, 2009
I was lazy this year and didn't do Christmas Cards.
I thought about it back in October while we watched our first Christmas movie of the year. I didn't do it then because I thought I'd have time. I did, too.
Then November rolled around and it was time for The Teenager's birthday. Then came Thanksgiving. And Black Friday.
I thought of them again at the beginning of December while I watched my favorite Christmas movie, Christmas Vacation, every day for a week.
Well, I didn't watch the ENTIRE movie every night. Just bits and pieces until I had pretty much had seen the whole movie.
Before I knew it, I ran out of time.
It's Christmas day and I didn't send out cards.
So I found this card and thought it so elegant I fell in love with my last minute attempt.
So to you and yours from me and mine, Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
You just have to visit it to believe it. Daddeee and I have spent many hours browsing this site with much laughter.
Go. Visit it. Laugh for yourself.
But don't forget to come back and tell me if you laughed.
1. God won't ask what kind of car you drove.
He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.
2. God won't ask the square footage of your house.
He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
3. God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet.
He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.
4. God won't ask what your highest salary was.
He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.
5. God won't ask what your job title was.
He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.
6. God won't ask how many friends you had.
He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.
7. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived.
He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.
8. God won't ask about the color of your skin.
He'll ask about the content of your character.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I was 10 when we got our first microwave. We used it to heat water. Microwave popcorn wasn't even available yet.
For Christmas when I was 11, I got a black and white television. It had 2 dials on it. The top dial was for channels 4, 5, 9 and U. When it was on U, the bottom dial would change and pick up 19 and 41.
A few years later, channel 62 was added. That was huge!
Today, my children each have their own tvs...with cable.
The Teenager has his own computer.
My first computer was a Commodore 64. That's 64K! That's big enough to hold maybe one document. Not even an entire song. Do, Ra, Mi, Fa, and So. La, Ti, and Do are just screwed.
Their spoiled. I tell them stories of what it was like when I was a kid.
I associate these stories with the ones I was told by my parents when I was a kid.
We didn't have school buses. We had to walk to school. In the snow. With no shoes. Up hill both ways.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
A first he was a little shy and didn't want me to get a shot of him. He kept turning his head.
He finally relented and allowed me to get a few shots.
He's an adorable puppy when he wants to be. Other times he's just a pain in the butt. Just ask Ranger.
See? He's cute.
He won't be a puppy for much longer. He turns 1 year on December 13th.
"Did someone say squirrel?" (shameless reference to the movie UP!)
All this posing for pictures wears a puppy out. He stayed in this position for hours.
Yet he can barely hold still when I want a decent picture of his face.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Maybe he isn't as much unexpected as unwelcome. He has invaded my entire head.
I've napped twice today hoping he'd take the hint and leave.
And he wasn't even gracious enough to arrive with a bottle of wine like any other well-meaning guest would.
Friday, December 04, 2009
Daddeee and I have been together for 16 Christmases so we've collected quite a few ornaments over the years. Our tree is covered with only sentimental ornaments.
No plain balls here.
We try to choose ornaments that mean something to us. The Teenager was into Elmo one year, a long time ago, so we have an Elmo.
We have McDonalds, Coca-Cola, Chiefs...
So this year, these are mine.
I love them. They're about 2 inches tall and a beautiful reminder of where I'm spending my retirement money.
I can't wait to hang them on the tree this weekend.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
I was up at the b-crack of dawn this morning looking for something other than cleaning my kitchen to occupy my time so I thought I'd join in.
I chose this picture of The Kid this morning because a) his ear is so darn cute and b) it's 20-something degrees outside and I know my son would much rather spend his day in shorts playing with his chalk on the front sidewalk than bundling up in a bulky, winter coat. I don't like the cold. I won't play outside in the cold. And you can't make me.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
We went to my mom's as usual for our Thanksgiving dinner. I took the turkey to Mom's house last night all prepared and brined and full of extra love for her to cook today. While there, I downed a bottle of wine but that's a whole nother blog post.
Today, I baked miniature pumpkin pies -- a special request by The Teenager. I also made turnips gratin, a recipe I found at The Pioneer Woman dot com (LOVE HER!). Little did I know, my quest to try new things would bring a tear to my mother's eye.
Evidently, when my mom was a little girl, her grandma would fix turnips every Sunday. Mom said she hadn't thought of turnips in years. It's just not one of those food items that come to mind when your racking your brain for the millionth time trying to figure out what to fix for dinner.
It moved her so much, she got Uncle Steve on the phone to tell him about it. He was jealous. I now have to make the dish again next time he comes to town.
So dinner went off without a hitch. Turkey, ham, mashed potatoes with turkey gravy, green bean casserole, turnips gratin, macaroni and cheese, and buttered rolls. I know, way, way too much food. I think I brought home enough to feed the family for a week. "Flaming turkey wings!" (reference to an old, old Pizza Hut commercial)
After dinner, we rolled our full bellies into the living room and watched a movie! It was an amazingly, rare occurrence. My family, including Mom, Sam, my sister, her beau, and her twins -- all sat around and watched a movie together. Gran Torino...an oldie but a goodie.
It was a good day. And I'm thankful for it.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I've been busy feeling sorry for myself. I know it's a lame excuse but there it is.
This is how it all started:
Last Saturday was our family reunion on my mom's side of the family. We had dinner at mom's house Thursday evening prior (just like we always do) and we decided we'd all meet at Mom's house at 9:30am Saturday morning.
Flash forward to Saturday morning at 8:30am. My oldest sister calls, "Where are you?" "I'm on the couch in my jammies," I said.
Come to find out, Mom had decided that everyone needed to leave at 8:00am instead. She told my oldest sister and my second oldest sister but failed to call and tell me. She completely blew me off.
Now here it is a week later and I've yet to receive an apology from my mother. I've spoken to her once in a heated conversation that resulted in me hanging up on her. I know, juvenile, but it was the heat of the moment.
Now, just so you know, this isn't the first time she's blown me off. I was the third and last child and by the time I was a teenager, Mom had decided she was done raising kids. I was pretty much raised by my dad, for the most part.
My oldest sister has separated herself from the family except for rare ocassions such as reunions and such. Mom dotes on my next sister because she's pretty much a failure and Mom feels "She can't take care of herself and she's my daughter so I have to take care of her." (Insert my opinion: If you didn't always do for her, Mom, maybe she's grow up and learn to take care of herself!)
I've always been able to take care of myself so I guess Mom feels I don't need her. Well, she's still my mom and everyone always needs their mom. I don't care how old you are and how self sufficient you are, you will still need your mom.
So I've spent the entire week fuming over this incident. I should be used to it by now but it still hurts. A lot.
And I can't even get a simple apology.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Today I had lots to do. A stop at the court house for a copy of the property tax that I can't seem to find, a trip to the DMV, and the library. I truly expected the DMV to take forever but it was actually pretty quick and painless.
Maybe things were easier because I had my best peep with me to help me out. He wore his "lucky fishing hat" so that's possibly the trick. I'm sure with his years of experience, he's figured out that a magical hat makes all things better.
He's on to something because it's not even noon yet and all my errands are done.
Next time you have nasty errands to do, wear your best hat and you can roll like we do.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
We were talking about this at work yesterday and I was feeling so old because quite a few of my co-workers had never heard or seen it.
Do you remember it?
Friday, September 25, 2009
My dad had built the house along with a few uncles. It was a really nice house but my mom hated it because it was so far from everyone. We lived there for 3 months and ended up moving back to the city. We kept the house as a "lake house" even though it wasn't technically on the lake.
A few months after we moved, the house burned down. It was determined to be arson.
Anyway, I was young so the whole impact of a house burning down didn't impact me like it did my parents. The most crushing thing for me was losing my ceramic tea set.
Flash forward to last weekend. My dearest darling took me to a bed and breakfast just outside of town for a night away from, well, everything. It's a quaint little town that offers not much more than a few antique shops and a few b&b's.
We spent the afternoon browsing the shops and I came across this:
This little set is what I remember to be exactly like the one I used to have. It was awesome running across this. It brought back so many memories! Oh the tea parties I had with my tea set.
I was a budding Englishwoman brought down in my prime by a house fire.
Who knows who I could have become had I not lost that precious tea set.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
"Mom, when's dinner?" asks The Teenager.
"When I'm done here, I'll go cook supper. Now leave me alone!" I growl.
"But I'm hungry," said with a slight whine.
"If you don't leave me alone, you're getting squat for dinner!"
In walks The Kid. "I like squat! It's one of my favorite foods."
And he made me smile.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
People of Walmart is a must website to check out.
The sad thing is, I've been in Walmart and have run across people like this. I just never had the thought to take a picture. Next time I will. And I'll send it to this website. Just because I think it's funny.
Wouldn't it be sad to pull up the website one day and see a picture of yourself?
On second thought, maybe I wouldn't take someone else's picture.
It's still funny.
Monday, September 07, 2009
I'm a Capricorn and this is my horoscope for today. I'm wondering exactly what it means.
I don't normally believe in the predictions of horoscopes but it always amazes me how accurate the descriptions are. I definitely fall under the description of Capricorn.
My favorite color is definitely not brown, though, so not all of it is accurate. My favorite color is actually orange. I prefer diamonds and rubies over garnets. I don't believe I have a lucky day of the week, although I may have to start paying more attention. I've always thought my lucky number was 3 but maybe that's something else to pay attention to.
This last one, though, is pretty dog-gone accurate. It's kind of spooky. It sort of makes me want to be a believer.
So, I'm off to go decipher what exactly my horoscope for today means. I think I'm ready to go grab the next big thing. Hopefully, it's cash!
Monday, August 31, 2009
There's nothing better than coming home after a long day at work and being given unconditional love from your children.
Today, when I got home, I sat down on the love seat and was talking with The Teenager and Daddeee. While talking with them, I was also attempting to get the tangles out of my hair. It's a gorgeous day out so I drove home with my windows down.
Seeing the issues I was having, my dear son went into my bathroom, got my comb, and proceeded to comb my hair for me! It felt SO good! He's such an awesome kid sometimes.
What are some reasons you like being a mommy? Post about it and link back here to me.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
She lives in a second floor apartment that is accessed by a door off of her deck. Her deck is surrounded by mature trees so Gooey's reaction was "You live in a tree house!" That was a good ice breaker.
The weather was gorgeous so most everyone sat outside while Andi, Karye's partner, cooked burgers and dogs on the grill. I stayed inside to hold Josh's new baby, of course. Did anyone expect anything else?
I made my pasta salad, Josh (another co-worker) brought potato salad (it was fab), chips were also on the menu. It was all wonderful.
After dinner, we actually played "pin the tail on the donkey". Karye is 32 after all. She's reverting back into her childhood. The amazing part was that EVERYONE played. There were no party poopers! Of course, The Teenager won.
It was a wonderful party. I wish I'd have taken my camera to share pictures of the game. It was too funny!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I miss my dad a lot. He wasn't alive to meet my husband or my boys. He would have been amazed at how smart The Teenager is and how much Gooey looks and acts just like him.
I'm sure he's up in heaven looking down upon us and watching over us.
Today, The Teenager and I drove out to the cemetery. I know some may think it's creepy but I took a picture of his stone. It's actually his dad's stone but he didn't want us to "waste money" on him. He was frugal that way.
He didn't even want his name on a stone but my aunts added that several years ago. If I'd have known the grass around it needed trimmed, I'd have taken my tools.
I do miss him a lot. More than I could put into words here.
Daddeee started having pain in his, well, private place. He took a hot shower hoping to make it feel better but that didn't help. We went on over to Mom's house for dinner and he spent the entire time lounging in the recliner in pain.
Once we got home, I got Gooey showered and tucked into bed and The Teenager set to take over in charge. I called my friend and neighbor, Dayna, to let her know what was going on then took Daddeee to the ER.
We arrived at the ER about 9:15. By 10:00 he was having an ultrasound where they discovered he had a testicular torsion. Basically, his right testicle was twisted and cutting off the blood circulation. The Urologist came in to explain the surgery and said they would more than likely be removing the testicle.
I was trying to keep Daddeee in a jovial mood as much as possible since this was the first surgery he's ever had. I jokingly asked the doctor if he would "snip" him while down there. Daddeee jumped at this suggestion since we've been discussing it but he's been too chicken to have it done. The doctor said as long as everything looked ok, he would perform the vasectomy.
Daddeee went into surgery at midnight. I went to wait in the surgery waiting room...alone. I had called everyone to let them know. My mom said she'd come sit with me but I knew she had to work. Dayna was home with her child and tending to mine. Gary and Nick were out of town and had no cell phone service. Trisha and Jason live too far away. Everyone else had to work the next day. I was alone. It sucked.
The surgery took one and a half hours. The surgeon gave me an update then I spent another hour or more waiting to get to see him out of recovery.
They moved him to his room around 3am. He was really nauseous from the anesthesia but otherwise came out of surgery just fine. AND, they didn't have to remove it. Instead, they "tacked" each one up to the side to keep them from twisting again. Another bonus was the vasectomy. It was a blessing in disguise.
He's still sore but he's getting back into the game.
It's been an exhausting week for both of us but we're blessed that everything came out ok.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Anyway, in order to enter today's giveaway you have to answer the question "What's the last great recipe you cooked". I could just cry.
I love to cook and I can't remember the last time I actually cooked a great recipe. I've made dinner, don't get me wrong. My children and husband aren't starving in the least. But I haven't COOKED!
I haven't reached into my pocket of outstanding, hand-me-down recipes that I've collected in my almost 40 years and stood at the stove, occasionally wiping my brow and actually cooked! It's so sad.
It's been that way with a lot of things lately too. I have a new hobby of making glass bead bracelets and I haven't even found the time to do that.
But I want you to be my witness. I stand, well, ok, I'm really sitting, before you and pledge that I will spend some time slaving over my hot stove and will make a great recipe! I cross my gut and promise. I'll make some more bracelets, too.
I'll maybe even give one away here. I can't compete with The Pioneer Woman but I sure can try!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I wanted to find the actual sound clip of this but was only able to find a YouTube video that someone had made with the speech. This is our own beloved President Theodore Roosevelt back in 1907. Watch this and give it some thought.
Share your thoughts with me. Do you agree with me and ol' Teddy or do you believe otherwise?
Saturday, August 15, 2009
What word means the opposite of an oxymoron?
I had never heard of this word before. Do you know what it is (without googling)?
Psst! The answer is not "redundant".
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Saturday, August 08, 2009
I'm at level 30. Level 34 is the highest I can go.
I reached my goal of 1 million coins last weekend so now I'm spending those coins and decorating my farm.
Today I harvested and replanted. Here's a picture of my farm:
My farm is called Twilight Terraces because I'm working on playing with the items and making it look like it has 3 dimensional levels.
So if I'm not here, I'm on FarmTown!
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Last weekend, Daddeee and I made a social appearance at a show for a fellow businessman/entertainer, Uncle Roy Hoggins. He performed his "Stink-o-rama" at The Riot Room in Westport. It was an interesting evening, to say the least. Uncle Roy is a shock performer and began his show by walking in with fireworks emblazened on his jacket. He ended the show by having his scrotum and nipples pierced. I know. Crazy. His act was followed with performances by "The Tards" and "Troglodyte", both heavy, HEAVY metal bands that I did not enjoy. An interesting tidbit of the evening was this fellow, who I'm hoping had just lost a bet and doesn't normally wear a keg suit in public. I had to take his picture because it was so unbelievable. Later in the evening he treated us to a dance performance with the bands. I just kept thinking I hope I don't find out that he's not wearing anything under that suit.
With really nothing else going on, I figured it time to update my photo on my facebook page. I chose this one with the Gooey boy. I love those blue eyes and that cheesy smile!
And here's a picture of my furry little boy, Dexter. He's almost 9 months old now so I'm thinking he's pretty much done growing, I hope. I love the size he is, just perfect.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
No, I'm not talking about how my youngest pants look after he's enjoyed a creamy ice cream cone on a warm summer eve but instead, a short snippet about something he said (formerly gooey-isms but he's outgrowing that).
Tonight, we're sitting at the dinner table enjoying our usual chatter. Talk about the t-shirt website, enrolling The Teenager in school this evening, and how my workday was were major topics.
Joining into the conversation, Gooey pops off with "When I was a kid..."
What? When did you change from being a kid? You're 3, son. You're still a kid.
He's 3 and talking to me as if he's an old man. Should I change the title to Geezer Shorts? Hmmm. He's a hoot.
What's even funnier is that I can't remember the rest of his story. I couldn't get past, "When I was a kid..."
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
This is how things have been lately. Just when I think nothing else can go wrong, BLAM! smack in the face with something else.
We started out the summer doing ok. We had to put out a pretty good chunk of change on summer clothes for The Teenager for his trip to Washington, D.C. et al but we managed. Then the water pump went out on the truck. OK. We sucked it up and got that taken care of.
So now it's time to get the van relicensed. We knew we had this coming up and that the brakes would need to be replaced. That was in the budget except for now, something else is going wrong with it but no one seems to be able to tell us what.
And then last week, the biggest kick in the ass of all happened. Daddeee is being laid off. We don't know for how long. It could possibly be permanent. Just great!
On top of all this, we've been trying to get the website off the ground and the day it was to be unveiled on an internet radio show, the site crashed.
After a huge argument, hours of yelling at each other, and some hurtful words, it's back up and running (a few misplaced parentheses caused all the damage). But it's become a huge thorn in my side. I'm not having fun with it anymore. That was the whole jist of it. To have fun. That's why I wanted to do it. I thought it was funny and others would enjoy it too.
I guess now I need to take a step back from my life and re-evaluate everything. Why am I so stressed? Why am I taking everything so seriously? Where is the fun in my life? I just don't know.
Anyway, I've whined enough.
If you'd like, go take a look at the websites, VisitUranus.com and WearUranus.com. Come back and tell me what you think. Did it make you laugh? Please tell me it did. Lie to me if you have to. I could use some positive in my day today.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Here is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. Remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing (and cares less) tries to make your life miserable...
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband..? She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser,
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty..You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place.? Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other people trying to see him.? He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome .
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really!? What'd he say ?"
He said: "Who fucked up your hair?"
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The whole thing will be premiered on The Big Dumb Fun Show at the beginning of July where we will make an appearance on the internet radio show. Appearance on a radio show? Yes, on a live web cam! Do you think web cams make you gain 10 lbs too? Let's hope not!
I look forward to sharing this with all of you. Yes, it's silly. Yes, it's fun. Yes, it's vulgar. With a good sense of humor, it'll be a blast!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
He's going to Washington D.C. where he will be attending a full military funeral at Arlington Cemetary. He'll also be seeing the majority of the monuments (did you know it takes 4 months to get clearance to go into the White House? We didn't).
From there, he'll be going to New York City where he'll be getting to go to a Broadway play (yet to be determined which one...any suggestions?). Then on to Boston, then Niagara Falls.
They'll be stopping in Chicago to visit the witch sister-in-law on their way back home.
He'll be gone for over 2 weeks.
I don't know how I'll do. So far so good but I miss him already.
I sent my camera with him so hopefully we'll have some good pictures to share.
How Gooey will do as an only child for a while, we don't know. This should be interesting.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Last night we were at a friend's house using their pool. The kids were swimming and all the adults were hanging out on the patio having drinks and chit chatting. I love chit chatting. It's one of my favorite things. But anyway, back to my point.
So we're all sitting around talking and someone used the term beeyatch. Of course, Gooey hears everything. He pipes up from the pool and hollers "I am not a bee-watch!" He didn't get it exactly right but the point was made.
So even though we use made-up terms instead of the actual cuss words, they still get it.
I'm telling you. These kids are too smart for their own good!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I now have a new Aunt Beverly. She's a sweetheart and I couldn't be happier for them both.
It was the most beautiful day yesterday. The wedding was held at my Uncle Sonny's house on the deck overlooking the lake.
She's a happy woman, can't you tell? I don't know which photo I like better, this one or the next one. They both show utter happiness.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
It's been that kind of a day for me.
I had a meeting at work today and when I walked through the door, I spilled my full soda all over the carpet right in front of everyone.
Like I said, it's been one of those days. That's why I'm going to bed and it's barely 7 pm.
Monday, May 04, 2009
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE.
2. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton
3. You know that 'WOAH' comes from Joey on Blossom
4. If you ever watched 'Fraggle Rock'
5. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoonS.
6. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
7. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
8. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
9. You played the game 'MASH'(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
10. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
11. You know the profound meaning of ' WAX ON , WAX OFF'
12. You wanted to be a Goonie.
13. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (Some of us...head-to-toe)
14. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off, his cheeks shifted and his nationality became questionable
15. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
16. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pail Kids in the schoolyard.
17. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
18. You still get the urge to say 'NOT' after every sentence.
19. You thought your childhood friends would never leave
because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.
21. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.
22. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying 'I know you are, but what am I?'
23. You remember 'I've fallen and I can't get up'
24. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
25. You have ever played with a Skip-It.
26. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
27. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.
28. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.
29. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.
30. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool..and don't even flinch when people refer to them as 'NKOTB'
31. You knew all the characters names and
their life stories on 'Saved By The Bell,' The ORIGINAL class.
32. You know all the words to Bon Jovi SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.
33. You just sang those words to yourself.
34. You still sing 'We are the World'
35. You cuffed, tight rolled or french cuffed your jeans.
36. You owned a banana clip. 37. You remember 'Where's the Beef?'
39. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I've moved my Weight Loss section to the top of the right sidebar. Sorry my darling sons, but right now I'm making this a priority. I figure this way, I'll see it every time I pull up the blog and it will keep it on my mind.
I bought myself a notebook and a nice pen so that I can journal what I eat. According to Jillian from The Biggest Loser, it's important to keep track of eating habits in order to find your triggers.
I know one of my triggers is my family and I've been spending a lot of time with them lately. I also need to get back to walking. I've been doing it but not faithfully like I did last year. I'm making myself accountable.
I've reset my goals, too. Notice the new picture on the sidebar. I've updated the numbers (along with changing what I've lost so far since I've gained a few pounds back).
I have some new recipes to use and a new eating plan. I'm adding more water to my list, also. I'm am not a water drinker and I think if I drink more, it will help tremendously.
So I'm at it hot and heavy. Wish me luck!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Mommeee: Wet, wild, and wonderful: Uranus!
Nick: How about a new home...modern, sophisticated and spacious new home located in Uranus.
Mommeee: Located near the party town of Clitoris.
Nick: For a good time had by all, come to Uranus.
Mommeee: For a really good time, you don't come to Uranus, you cum in Uranus!
Nick: Don't forget about the great camping. Come pitch a tent in Uranus.
Mommeee: Double stake your tent because of high winds in Uranus.
Nick: What's the weather like around Uranus? I'll bet it's too moist for good camping.
Mommeee: How bad is traffic on the Hershey highway into Uranus?
Nick: Oh the weather must be nice because the people on Uranus are frequently dropping the kids off at the pool.
Mommeee: Please be sure to keep Uranus neat and tidy. No one wants to visit Uranus when it's skanky.
Nick: Sometimes you'll still get the breezes from those trashy people in smelly Ovaryville.
Mommeee: You can avoid the mudslides by hanging out on hemmorhoid hill but it's a pain in the ass to get there.
Nick: Avoid the numorous landslides while visiting Uranus.
Nick: We can go scuba diving around Uranus.
Daddeee got into the game from work the next day with these cute little quips.
Having tooth trouble while visiting Uranus? Check out the world famous dentisty clinic, Uranal Cavity.
The perfect travel brochure slogan for Uranus: Visit Uranus, always warm and cozy, and everyone uses the back door.
While in Uranus, come check out the hip new cafe, Eat Uranus, and try our daily special: the Cleveland Steamer (gross!). Don't forget dessert: warm brownies. And the fresh lemonade is made right next door!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
After setting Gooey up with a taco and rice (this kid loves rice!), he looks at me and says, "MmMmM, are we have Taco Braino?"
Taco Bueno will forever be known now as Taco Braino.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
1. I don't have a knuckle in my right index finger. When I was 18 months old, my finger was cut off by the spokes of my oldest sister's bicycle. They were able to save everything except the lower knuckle. I have a Frankensteinish scar all the way around the finger.
2. I'm partially blind in my right eye. Due to surgeries for a detached retina not going correctly, I lost the central vision and partial peripheral vision.
3. The only man I've ever slept with is my husband. This is something I'm proud to say.
4. I made out with a boy in church when I was a teenager. This is NOT something I'm proud to say.
5. I like pickled pigs feet. You may be thinking to yourself "Ew, gross!" but they're really rather tasty.
6. I'm down to $32 in my checking account and it has to last until next Friday. I overspent this past week. I'm a bad girl. NOTE: this is only my personal account, not the household acct.
7. I've been redecorating my upstairs bathroom for over a year now. In my defense, the hold up has been Daddeee. I've been waiting for him to finish the painting. He has promised the finishing touches will be done tonight. Look for a post with pictures to come soon (as long as he upholds his end of the deal).
8. I spend $10 a week on lottery tickets. Well, not every week but most. It's part of "my" money that I splurge and play with. I'm seriously thinking of switching to investing it in the stock market if that ever recovers.
9. I don't have a girlfriend that I share everything with. Instead I share everything with my husband, whether he wants to hear it or not. I wish I had a girlfriend to do things with, though. I've never been really good at making friends.
10. I have 2 tattoos. One is purple baby footprints over my heart. The other is 2 blue rosebuds and the stems come together and make the shape of a heart. I want another.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I'm excited. I still have a lot of work to do to get everything set up that I want to but eventually I'll get there.
(Insert theme from pull-ups commercials here "I'm a big kid now!)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Gary has become my adopted brother. He helps take care of my mom which helps me tremendously. Don't get me wrong. She can take care of herself but it still doesn't hurt to have someone on my side.
My new-found brother is a real estate agent. He went yesterday to a closing where 2 old sisters are selling their deceased brother's house. Every time he talks about these sisters, it reminds me of the 2 old sisters from the Walton's.
Anyway, Gary is a very well kept man. Never goes anywhere without pressing his clothes and wearing his best cologne. He's a typical gay man (sorry for the stereotyping but you get the drift). So Mamie, (yes, her name is Mamie. Really.) tells Gary he smells really good. Her exact words were "You smell like sweet surrender in the back seat of a car."
How sweet is that? We are all wondering now if that is just a saying from her days (I believe she's in her 80's). Or is that how she lost her virginity? Was she being sentimental?
I found it to be so incredibly sweet. I just love the sentence.
"~sweet surrender in the back seat of a car."
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Teenager is doing a recreation of an old episode of The Brady Bunch. Remember the one where Peter's voice changes? Yeah, that one. It's hilarious.
Oh and the hair. He's growing a peach-fuzz mustache. It won't be long and he'll need a razor. There's hair in other places too. It's not like I wanted to know this but The Teenager shoved a pit in my face the other day and said "Look, Mom!" I had no choice. I wanted to cry (not only from the stench but because my little boy's becoming a man). Deoderant was immediately placed on the shopping list.
My lunch pals and I were talking the other day because, luckily, I'm not experiencing this alone. They have teenagers too. Female ones. I'm lucky in that regard. The hormones with boys are easier to deal with in my opinion.
We did come to this conclusion. Teenage hormones are the anti venom for common sense no matter what gender the child is. Sandy's daughter left all of her school books and track equipment in the car knowing that her mom would be going to work IN the car. She called her mom sobbing because she couldn't run track without it. Then don't leave it in mom's car! At the auto show the other night, The Teenager hops up and sits on the counter at the food stand. Don't place your rearend where people are going to be serving food! No common sense whatsoever.
Gooey's experiencing something similar too. I don't know if it's hormones or that he's just spoiled rotten but he sure has been moody lately. Starting to potty train at this point was not a good idea. I must be crazy.
Or maybe it's just me. I think I'm going through pre-menopause. At least that's what all the books say. I'm at that age. I'm old. My teenager reminds me of that all the time.
See, I told you he didn't have common sense. You just shouldn't poke the bear.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
We got an addition to our family. His name is Dexter and he's a 3 month old Pomeranian. Isn't he just adorable? I still need to come up with a registered name for him so I may be asking for your help soon.
The Teenager has been on spring break all week. He's in bed now because I think he's become a vampire and can't be seen during the day.
I took off today and tomorrow to spend time with the kids. We started toilet training Gooey so it should be an interesting few days. He's had his underwear on for an hour now, sat on the potty chair 3 times but still nothing. I think once he goes and sees how its done, he'll be good. He's not one for trying new things. We're going to Toys R Us on Saturday for a celebration toy if all goes well.
As you can see by the new section to your left, The Teenager and I are participating in the American Heart Association Heart Walk 2009. You can click on the link to see just what it is (and donate if you feel like it). We're doing all kinds of fun fundraisers. We're having a penny war with our second location at work. I amazed the people I work with my soliciting (begging was more like it) from co-workers. I was able to almost fill our jar completely! It's amazing what a little humor can get you (and threats to harass until you empty your pockets). Hey! It's all for a good cause.
We're also working on a bake sale for the 27th. I haven't decided yet what I'm going to bake. Suggestions?
So that's what's been keeping me away from you lately. I know, exciting stuff.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D. Souza. He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life". This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness.
Happiness IS the way.
So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time....and remember that time waits for no one. So, stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire from work, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again, to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0 .
In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as PS 3.0, 1.0 and Golf Clubs 4.1 .
Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.
Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.
What can I do?
DEAR DESPERATE ,
First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.
Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.
If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.
However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1.
Please note that Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.
Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)
In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.
In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend Cooking 3.0 and Hot Lingerie 7.7.
Good Luck Babe!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's gum.
An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.
An inch of rain water is equivalent to 15 inches of dry, powdery snow.
Most elephants weigh less than the tongue of a blue whale.
The word "democracy" is banned in online chat rooms in China.
A Boeing 747's wingspan is longer than the Wright brothers' first flight.
The largest toy distributor in the world is.....
Come on, moms. You know this one.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
My name is Mommeee and I'm a bad blogger. I haven't had a ton of time lately to compose anything worth posting let alone finding the time to post it.
Today I'm posting because all this busy life stuff has gotten to me and left me sick and tired...literally. I'm spending the day doing nothing but laying around, relaxing, and making myself feel better.
If my headache would go away, I'd write about something incredibly interesting like how The Teenager got suspended from school for telling the girl that lockers next to him that she stinks. In all honesty, she does (I've met her many times) but the school evidently considers honesty to be bullying, too. And since he got suspended, he doesn't get to perform in Branson with his orchestra in May. This is a crock of bullshit and I'm fighting this one with the school. How can a suspension now keep him from participating in an activity 3 months away? It's wrong. I've read through the school policies and can't find anywhere that supports this decision. Unfortunately, with my schedule and the school's hours, I can't make a connection with the principal to discuss this.
So that's pretty much the gist of my life right now. Daddeee's been sick with a cold for over a week now, coughs all night keeping me awake. If it weren't for that keeping me up, Gooey would have me up anyway because he's decided that monsters are attacking him at night and he won't sleep all night long anymore.
It's no wonder I'm sick and tired.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I can't get ready for work without forgetting to do something I'm supposed to do. I suffer from those dreams we all had as kids where you go to school without your pants only I do it for real. Well, I've not forgotten my pants yet but I have put on my shoes without socks and walked out the door.
I've put groceries away only to come back into the kitchen later on to find the potato chips in the freezer or the ice cream in the closet.
I make my grocery list so that I don't forget anything and then leave the list on the kitchen table.
I'm sleep deprived and over-stressed resulting in a severe case of flatulence of the brain. I need GlaxoSmithKline to hear my cries.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
Gooey fell asleep on my lap around 6:30 because, as we all know, it's exhausting getting a hair cut, especially when you get all of them cut and not just one. Really, he was tired because he didn't take a nap at the sitters today but that's ok because I'm tired too. Mondays really wear me out.
Since I'm so worn out tonight, I have no umph in me to edit the pictures from Saturday and post them. It'll just have to wait for another day.
Actually, I'm more than physically exhausted. I'm mentally exhausted. I've spent the last month or so dealing with a vicodin-addicted sister that can't understand why I don't want to be around her only to find out that her daughter was arrested last week with her drug-dealing boyfriend. The niece broke up with the boyfriend and now he's threatening her. Come to find out, he'd been abusing her throughout their relationship. I've distanced myself from them both for a while now for the one reason that I need to protect MY family. The sister can't understand this and I don't have the patience, nor energy, to explain to her why. Hopefully, some day she'll understand.
So, here I sit, wishing I could show you the wonderful photos I took of my handsome boys. I just don't have the energy. I want to. I just can't. It's an excuse for my laziness tonight. I know.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Maybe he didn't feel good because he has a MULLET.
what are you THINKING?
I find it funny that someone on the internet of all places feels the need to post as anonymous. Have you no guts even in a place where you could really tell me who you are and it wouldn't matter because it's the freaking internet? Do you seriously think that if you leave your real name that I'm going to retaliate in some way?
Come on, anonymous. If you're going to be rude, don't be a wimp about it. Grow some balls and post with your name, chicken shit!
Monday, February 02, 2009
I did compromise and agreed to not cut it off completely but it will be pretty much gone. It'll be sad in a lot of ways because I love his curls. I'm just tired of having to tell people that talk to my child in the grocery store that he's not a girl. I can have him dressed in all boys clothing and will still have comments made about how cute my little girl is. He is cute but he's a he!
Although, he did come to me Saturday morning and tell me he's a girl. I said no you're not, you're a boy. He said no, mom, I'm a girl. Girls wear lipstick. Come to find out, he had gotten into my chapstick and that was his way of telling me.
He's a hoot...with a capital H!
Sunday, February 01, 2009
We've all been sick with colds all week so we figured it would be a good opportunity to get out and soak up some sunshine and fresh air.
Daddeee and I jacketed up the boys and took some Taco Bell to our favorite park, Penguin Park.
Penguin Park's been around since I was Gooey's age and we all love going there. We ate our lunch on a picnic bench and then played for a while.
We had a wonderful time and took well-deserved naps when we got home.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I got this text message from Daddeee this morning:
You live in a zoo.
Your big ole baboon loves you,
and your lil monkeys do, too!
Isn't that the cutest thing ever? He loves me so!
Yesterday, since I took the day off, N & G had us over for brunch. The Teenager was in school and we took Gooey to the sitter so it was adults only. G made an egg and bacon casserole, hash browns, and mimosas....YUM-O!
I'm not freaking out about being 39 at all. As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to turning 40 because I hear life begins at 40. Everyone I know says life got better at 40 so come on good times!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Daddeee bought me 2 pairs of diamond earrings for Christmas a few years ago and I bought myself a pair of diamond studs. I wanted to be able to wear them all at the same time so I decided to take the plunge again.
And since I was taking a picture of my ear, Gooey wanted me to take a picture of his ear. Do we look alike?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
We went to mom's house last night for cocktails and pizza with friends. It started out as a really good evening and Papa Murphy's makes the best pizza EVER!
The evening ended with one of mom's friends bringing up a certain situation with one of my sisters that has me really upset so we left. It's a long story about my sister that I haven't really wanted to blog about because I'm so ashamed of her. Maybe soon I'll tell you about it.
Then I awoke this morning and discovered we have no coffee. It's the end of the world. My body isn't accustomed to waking on it's own and I think it's rebelling against me. I'd go get some but when I let the dog out, it's snowing and cold and I'd rather just curl back up into my bed and forget about the rest of the world.
This sucks! It's my birthday weekend and I feel depressed. If I'm depressed on my birthday it's not supposed to be because of crappy family but because I'm turning 39.
Gotta shake it off!
Monday, January 05, 2009
I know. Ewwwwww!
What can I say? My mind wanders while I'm driving.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
On Sundays when he's home, we have this ritual of sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, and sharing the Sunday paper. It's so relaxing. The kids eat their breakfast, play with toys at the table, or color pictures. Well Gooey does this. We use these opportunities to make The Teenager write thank you notes and such.
Other than this, the laundry's going, Daddeee and The Teenager have gone to Lowes to buy me a new kitchen faucet, and Gooey's about to go down for a nap. Later today, we're going to Mom's house for dinner.
My "Ahhhh, it's Sunday" will change to a different meaning later tonight. It'll become the sadness of the weekend being over and another week of work looming over me. I have started a ritual on Sundays that really helps with this, though.
I strip my bed on Sunday morning and wash all the bedding. I know this isn't something out of the ordinary but I make it extra special. Normally, I use a cheapy brand of fabric softener but for my sheets and blankets, I reserve the good stuff: the April fresh Downy. There's nothing like crawling into bed with crispy, clean sheets that smell heavenly. For me, this makes crawling into bed Sunday night something to actually look forward to.
Here's to a brand new week in a brand new year with a brand new kitchen faucet...
...and clean sheets!