Look for more of his great work in the weeks to come!
Have a lovely Half Nekkid Thursday!
8/31/06
Thursday Already?
As you can see, Sweety was in a picture taking mood this evening.
Look for more of his great work in the weeks to come!
Have a lovely Half Nekkid Thursday!
Look for more of his great work in the weeks to come!
Have a lovely Half Nekkid Thursday!
8/30/06
Ta-Dah!
Here we go. I'm sure I'll use the other look again someday but this is a nice change. I'm still dinking with the template but looking at this makes me feel better.
8/29/06
Urges
For as long as I can remember, I've been afraid of heights. It's not so much the being high part that scares me as the fact that I feel compelled to fling myself off of high places when I'm there.
When I was around six years old I was with my parents and we were sitting on the edge of a cliff and watching some deer run down below. I remember thinking "Jump!". So I scurried away and sat in the car because I knew that it wasn't the best idea.
A few months ago we were at a basketball game and we were sitting in the nosebleed section (wayyyyy high up in the stands) and I just knew I was going to slip and fall so I may as well just toss myself down the stairs and get it over with.
I've been having the same sort of urge lately with my blog. I see the "delete blog" button and I'm dying to hit it. I'm sure that I won't but my finger is itchy to do so.
When I was around six years old I was with my parents and we were sitting on the edge of a cliff and watching some deer run down below. I remember thinking "Jump!". So I scurried away and sat in the car because I knew that it wasn't the best idea.
A few months ago we were at a basketball game and we were sitting in the nosebleed section (wayyyyy high up in the stands) and I just knew I was going to slip and fall so I may as well just toss myself down the stairs and get it over with.
I've been having the same sort of urge lately with my blog. I see the "delete blog" button and I'm dying to hit it. I'm sure that I won't but my finger is itchy to do so.
8/26/06
Another Wild & Crazy Saturday Night
The piece of shit can-opener that resides in this house must be replaced. Aaaaaagh! I almost gave myself a stroke with the anger that was just generated in opening 2 cans of fucking beans. Are beans worth dying for? I think not. Especially not the kind of beans that come out of a damn can.
I borrowed the Reverend's suggestion for building cornbread from the comments section of this post and I can't wait to eat some of it for breakfast tomorrow.
I'm taking advantage of Sweety's absence to watch The Hills Have Eyes. He's a big chicken and won't watch scary movies. Hopefully, he'll get home before I sit here and get too freaked out by it.
Stinky dog just sneezed and farted at the same time. This caused me to laugh until I started coughing and then I coughed hard enough to piss myself. Stinky & I are quite an attractive pair.
Sweety isn't home. He bowled today and then went with his buddies to eat and drink beer at one of those restaurants where they have scantily clad waitresses. He asked me if I wanted to go but I don't feel like looking at that much tit tonight.
Well, son of a bitch. I burnt the beans. I didn't really want to eat the shit that's stuck to the bottom of the pan anyway.
I borrowed the Reverend's suggestion for building cornbread from the comments section of this post and I can't wait to eat some of it for breakfast tomorrow.
I'm taking advantage of Sweety's absence to watch The Hills Have Eyes. He's a big chicken and won't watch scary movies. Hopefully, he'll get home before I sit here and get too freaked out by it.
Stinky dog just sneezed and farted at the same time. This caused me to laugh until I started coughing and then I coughed hard enough to piss myself. Stinky & I are quite an attractive pair.
Sweety isn't home. He bowled today and then went with his buddies to eat and drink beer at one of those restaurants where they have scantily clad waitresses. He asked me if I wanted to go but I don't feel like looking at that much tit tonight.
Well, son of a bitch. I burnt the beans. I didn't really want to eat the shit that's stuck to the bottom of the pan anyway.
8/24/06
No Middle Ground
Sometimes, I wish I wasn't so black or white with things or people. Either I love you or I hate you and that's that.
If you are my friend then I will help you bury bodies or do whatever I can to cheer you up.
If you are not my friend then I will do whatever I can to make your life miserable. If you have wronged a friend of mine then you get this same treatment, even if I've never laid eyes on you. Even if it's just some tiny thing that will make you suffer a tiny bit - then I will happily do it and leave all guilt under the doormat.
Maybe I need some anger management or something.
If you are my friend then I will help you bury bodies or do whatever I can to cheer you up.
If you are not my friend then I will do whatever I can to make your life miserable. If you have wronged a friend of mine then you get this same treatment, even if I've never laid eyes on you. Even if it's just some tiny thing that will make you suffer a tiny bit - then I will happily do it and leave all guilt under the doormat.
Maybe I need some anger management or something.
8/23/06
What's Raised My Hackles
Madden NFL 07 was released yesterday. BigBrother has been talking nonstop about this game for the past few weeks. He'd put $5 down on the game to hold it at the toy store when he was at his mom's house and she told him they'd get the game as soon as it came out.
Yesterday BB sends her an email and asks her is she's bought the game yet. Last night, she sent a reply saying that she didn't buy it yet but they definitely would be getting it.
This morning she calls Sweety and asks him to talk to BB about her bad financial situation and to explain to BB that he won't be getting the game at his mom's. She told him all about how she didn't have any money, her car payment is late, her rent is late, she's having to give up her computer and get the cable television turned off.
What the motherfucking fuck?
Isn't it HER job to talk to the boys about HER situation? And why would she send the kid an email saying that she was getting the game when she knew damn good and well that she wasn't? Was she expecting to shit out a gold brick sometime soon?
Sweety (being the master of nonconfrontation) told her that he'd let BB take the money out of his savings account to get the game.
As soon as BB got home from school today (before Sweety could talk to him), he sent her another email saying that they could get the game on Thursday after he gets out of school. This resulted in a voicemail to Sweety's phone from her wanting to know if he'd spoken to BB about not getting the game yet. Sweety didn't call her back and she sent an email to BB saying that his dad was going to talk to him about the game and about taking money out of his savings account here so he can buy the game there.
Sweety took BB on a walk to talk to him about things and do you know what he found out during the walk? BB does not even have a game system at his mom's house! So why is it such a big deal for him to have the game when he doesn't have anything to play it on? Needless to say, BB will not be pulling any money from his savings account to buy anything over there.
It just pisses me off that she asks Sweety to speak to the boys about stuff that she should be talking to them about. And it pisses me off that Sweety doesn't want to raise her ire by telling her how the cow ate the cabbage.
Yesterday BB sends her an email and asks her is she's bought the game yet. Last night, she sent a reply saying that she didn't buy it yet but they definitely would be getting it.
This morning she calls Sweety and asks him to talk to BB about her bad financial situation and to explain to BB that he won't be getting the game at his mom's. She told him all about how she didn't have any money, her car payment is late, her rent is late, she's having to give up her computer and get the cable television turned off.
What the motherfucking fuck?
Isn't it HER job to talk to the boys about HER situation? And why would she send the kid an email saying that she was getting the game when she knew damn good and well that she wasn't? Was she expecting to shit out a gold brick sometime soon?
Sweety (being the master of nonconfrontation) told her that he'd let BB take the money out of his savings account to get the game.
As soon as BB got home from school today (before Sweety could talk to him), he sent her another email saying that they could get the game on Thursday after he gets out of school. This resulted in a voicemail to Sweety's phone from her wanting to know if he'd spoken to BB about not getting the game yet. Sweety didn't call her back and she sent an email to BB saying that his dad was going to talk to him about the game and about taking money out of his savings account here so he can buy the game there.
Sweety took BB on a walk to talk to him about things and do you know what he found out during the walk? BB does not even have a game system at his mom's house! So why is it such a big deal for him to have the game when he doesn't have anything to play it on? Needless to say, BB will not be pulling any money from his savings account to buy anything over there.
It just pisses me off that she asks Sweety to speak to the boys about stuff that she should be talking to them about. And it pisses me off that Sweety doesn't want to raise her ire by telling her how the cow ate the cabbage.
Things I'd Like To Say To The ExWife
"You reap what you sow."
"You're a fucktard."
"What goes around comes around."
"You made your bed, now lie in it."
"I want to stab you in the eye with a pickle fork."
Maybe I'll talk about what's pissing me off later when I'm not seeing red.
Or after I stab her with that pickle fork.
"You're a fucktard."
"What goes around comes around."
"You made your bed, now lie in it."
"I want to stab you in the eye with a pickle fork."
Maybe I'll talk about what's pissing me off later when I'm not seeing red.
Or after I stab her with that pickle fork.
8/22/06
Dear Stinky Dog & Tiny Dog,
What is wrong with you guys? Don't you know that the whole backyard is fenced now just so you can play tag in the grass and shit on the lawn without me standing over your shoulders? So why, oh why, do you both insist on using the pool deck as a toilet? Do you not like the grass tickling your ass or what? Obviously, neither of you appreciates having a fenced yard.
Both of you nasty bitches are on notice: No more time to roam in the backyard freely. Get ready to get reacquainted with your leashes.
Love,
Mama
Both of you nasty bitches are on notice: No more time to roam in the backyard freely. Get ready to get reacquainted with your leashes.
Love,
Mama
I'm Rotten To The Core
Have you ever volunteered for something and then immediately thought, "Why the hell did I just do that?"
The ExWife lives on the other end of town and it takes at least 25 minutes roundtrip for her to take the boys to school. BigBrother goes to school an hour after LittleBrother. Sooooo, I said, "Hey! To be helpful, ask EW if she just wants to drop BB off here after she takes LB to school and I'll drop BB off since we're so close to the school!" Within 30 seconds Sweety had presented the plan to EW and it was a done deal. And now I'm losing an hour of sleep 3 mornings a week. And it just occurred to me that I'll have to keep this up for as long as she lives so far away. Someday I will learn to keep my yap shut. I'll be glad when BB is old enough to drive and can take himself to school.
Let me leave you with a little something that's been on a loop in my head for the past several days:
(this needs to be chanted like a cheer and accompanied with big hand movements)
Ratshit batshit dirty old twat.
Sixty-nine assholes tied in a knot.
Hooray!
Lizard shit!
Fuck.
No question about it - my mind is a total sewer.
The ExWife lives on the other end of town and it takes at least 25 minutes roundtrip for her to take the boys to school. BigBrother goes to school an hour after LittleBrother. Sooooo, I said, "Hey! To be helpful, ask EW if she just wants to drop BB off here after she takes LB to school and I'll drop BB off since we're so close to the school!" Within 30 seconds Sweety had presented the plan to EW and it was a done deal. And now I'm losing an hour of sleep 3 mornings a week. And it just occurred to me that I'll have to keep this up for as long as she lives so far away. Someday I will learn to keep my yap shut. I'll be glad when BB is old enough to drive and can take himself to school.
Let me leave you with a little something that's been on a loop in my head for the past several days:
(this needs to be chanted like a cheer and accompanied with big hand movements)
Ratshit batshit dirty old twat.
Sixty-nine assholes tied in a knot.
Hooray!
Lizard shit!
Fuck.
No question about it - my mind is a total sewer.
8/17/06
Too Lazy For A Title
Damn, I'm glad this day is over!
Thanks to everyone who came by and commented today!
About my pinky - That's something I inherited from my Grandpa. I can bend it so that it looks almost like a "r". My sister's is kind of crooked but not as much as mine.
Do you know what gets my goat? Mother-to-be parking spaces. I got a note on my car because I parked in one at work on Sunday. We have probably a dozen of those spots and I don't think we have that many knocked up chicks working on Sunday. If I find one of those spots at the mall or grocery store then it is my lucky day! Didn't women used to squeeze out babies while they were picking cotton or plowing the field and latch the baby onto their tit and finish their job? The only reason that I'd pass up a good parking spot is if it's labeled as a handicap space.
I spent some time today at work figuring out how I could get a pass into the Lactation Room. I've heard that nobody has ever used it but we have one anyway. I'd like to go in there and nap on my lunch break. I wonder, if I told my supervisor that I was being a wet nurse for someone if they'd let me go in there? Would I have to show bottles of breastmilk as proof of what I'd done or would they just take my word on it? I may have to investigate this a bit more...
Sweety's back is fucked up like a football bat from our little wax experience. I forgot to remind him to exfoliate thoroughly and a bunch of red angry things have cropped up on his back. It looks awful. When I see it, I want to reach up and scrub it with my newly grown fingernails til it's smooth. I know that that wouldn't be a nice thing to do so I've just been avoiding looking at his back.
Thanks to everyone who came by and commented today!
About my pinky - That's something I inherited from my Grandpa. I can bend it so that it looks almost like a "r". My sister's is kind of crooked but not as much as mine.
Do you know what gets my goat? Mother-to-be parking spaces. I got a note on my car because I parked in one at work on Sunday. We have probably a dozen of those spots and I don't think we have that many knocked up chicks working on Sunday. If I find one of those spots at the mall or grocery store then it is my lucky day! Didn't women used to squeeze out babies while they were picking cotton or plowing the field and latch the baby onto their tit and finish their job? The only reason that I'd pass up a good parking spot is if it's labeled as a handicap space.
I spent some time today at work figuring out how I could get a pass into the Lactation Room. I've heard that nobody has ever used it but we have one anyway. I'd like to go in there and nap on my lunch break. I wonder, if I told my supervisor that I was being a wet nurse for someone if they'd let me go in there? Would I have to show bottles of breastmilk as proof of what I'd done or would they just take my word on it? I may have to investigate this a bit more...
Sweety's back is fucked up like a football bat from our little wax experience. I forgot to remind him to exfoliate thoroughly and a bunch of red angry things have cropped up on his back. It looks awful. When I see it, I want to reach up and scrub it with my newly grown fingernails til it's smooth. I know that that wouldn't be a nice thing to do so I've just been avoiding looking at his back.
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!
I have been a nail biter my whole life. Not just a little bit of a nibbler either but gnawing them til they bled. But today marks 3 weeks that I haven't bothered them! I don't know why, but the urge is gone. I hope it stays away!
If you look closely, you can see that there's actually nail there. I've never had my own natural nails be long enough to go past my fingertips. By the way, the busted cuticle on finger 3 was not caused by nibbling but by a bit of over zealousness with the cuticle trimmer.
See my profile pic? Be a sweetie - go on over to 25 peeps and give it a click!
Have a good day!
If you look closely, you can see that there's actually nail there. I've never had my own natural nails be long enough to go past my fingertips. By the way, the busted cuticle on finger 3 was not caused by nibbling but by a bit of over zealousness with the cuticle trimmer.
See my profile pic? Be a sweetie - go on over to 25 peeps and give it a click!
Have a good day!
8/16/06
I Bite
I have:
One basset hound barking her fool head off.
One chihuahua rubbing her asshole on my number 4 toe.
Two children sniping at each other.
One messy house.
One headache.
I don't need a baby. I need a valium.
One basset hound barking her fool head off.
One chihuahua rubbing her asshole on my number 4 toe.
Two children sniping at each other.
One messy house.
One headache.
I don't need a baby. I need a valium.
8/15/06
Dead Grass & Babies
A new house was built in the neighborhood not too long ago. About 3 weeks ago brand new sod was laid down for the yard. And then, it wasn't watered. Here is the grass now. They turned on one of those little yard sprinkler thingys about a week ago and it has been on day and night. But guess what? That damn grass is STILL dead so quit watering it already! The house is for sale and I think they'll have a hard time unloading it with the yard looking like that. They should just spray paint the dead stuff green.
I'm working on getting Sweety on board the "Let's have a baby!" train. I have my work cut out for me. It's not like I want a kiddo nine months from now. Someday is close enough for me because before I'd been at 'probably never'. Hopefully, my eggs will stay nice and juicy.
I think I need a nap.
I'm working on getting Sweety on board the "Let's have a baby!" train. I have my work cut out for me. It's not like I want a kiddo nine months from now. Someday is close enough for me because before I'd been at 'probably never'. Hopefully, my eggs will stay nice and juicy.
I think I need a nap.
8/12/06
Reporting For Duty
Introducing the new breed of ninja/soldier/pop star
Quote from the niece:
"I'm a TINY bit of a tomboy, you know."
Make sure to check out the comments section to see where JediMacFan spotted her.
Quote from the niece:
"I'm a TINY bit of a tomboy, you know."
Make sure to check out the comments section to see where JediMacFan spotted her.
Tick Tock
I think I have a touch of baby fever. I've never had the urge to procreate and everybody I've spoken to has said that if I ever want a child that I'll definitely know it when the feeling hits.
I was at the school the other day and while watching a row of kindergarteners go by, the thought "wow, I WANT one of those!" smacked me upside the head. I sat there and got a little teary eyed and thought about how nice it would be to have a baby.
Why else would I be accumulating all sorts of baby related links in my favorites? Like these shirts and these socks.
And I've spent more time than usual peeking at the little bean. (Good grief. Just tell me that that kid isn't cute enough to eat!)
Maybe this is a side effect to turning 30? Maybe I'm worried that if I don't do this that I'll regret it later? I dunno. I'm gonna sit on the idea for a few months and revisit it in the near future.
I was at the school the other day and while watching a row of kindergarteners go by, the thought "wow, I WANT one of those!" smacked me upside the head. I sat there and got a little teary eyed and thought about how nice it would be to have a baby.
Why else would I be accumulating all sorts of baby related links in my favorites? Like these shirts and these socks.
And I've spent more time than usual peeking at the little bean. (Good grief. Just tell me that that kid isn't cute enough to eat!)
Maybe this is a side effect to turning 30? Maybe I'm worried that if I don't do this that I'll regret it later? I dunno. I'm gonna sit on the idea for a few months and revisit it in the near future.
8/11/06
Whoring
You may notice that the avatar has been changed. I'm gonna keep it that way til I get pushed off the 25 peeps page. This is amusing to me. So, be a doll, and click on the link and my photo over there if you come by!
Geez, you'd think that I'd get interested in something where I could maybe win some money or something.
Nasty habit #193 that Tiny Dog has picked up:
Licking Sweety's toes! I mean, getting down on them and bathing them thoroughly with her tongue. Ack! It makes me ill to see it. Sweety likes it though.
Geez, you'd think that I'd get interested in something where I could maybe win some money or something.
Nasty habit #193 that Tiny Dog has picked up:
Licking Sweety's toes! I mean, getting down on them and bathing them thoroughly with her tongue. Ack! It makes me ill to see it. Sweety likes it though.
8/10/06
Happy HNT!
I'm actually all nekkid but Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday anyway!
Pssst! You can see here what poor Sweety looked like after his wax experience. He was so traumatized and worn out afterwards that he didn't even notice the camera flash go off. The red marks you see? Where I didn't get the wax quite hot enough. Practice makes perfect though!
8/9/06
Things That Freak Me Out
French manicured toes
I don't know why but something about seeing toes done like this makes me want to run.
Hyenas
I think if I were to run into one of these it would rip me apart. And laugh crazily while it was gnawing on my kneecap.
Pigeons
Just look at those scary orange-red feet! I've said that I don't like pigeons and would like to kick one - I think it's more that I'm afraid of them and want to kick one just to show them who's bigger. Don't EVER bend over to tie your shoelace around these birds because they will peck your eyes out.
I don't know why but something about seeing toes done like this makes me want to run.
Hyenas
I think if I were to run into one of these it would rip me apart. And laugh crazily while it was gnawing on my kneecap.
Pigeons
Just look at those scary orange-red feet! I've said that I don't like pigeons and would like to kick one - I think it's more that I'm afraid of them and want to kick one just to show them who's bigger. Don't EVER bend over to tie your shoelace around these birds because they will peck your eyes out.
8/8/06
Dear Sweety,
If your lovely wife has just had 6 shots of tequila - don't tell her that she couldn't throw something and hit the broad side of a barn. Because she will be able to smack you with a bottle of nail polish remover from across the room.
Have you forgotten that this is the same chick that you dared to poke your eye out with a carrot?
For the record, I don't advocate spousal abuse. He likes it. Really.
Agh!
When my kid brings home a packet of papers from the teacher listing all the classroom rules and whatnot - do you know what I expect in that paperwork? Stuff spelled correctly, proper punctuation and correct grammar. And it would be nice if you didn't come across as a total bitch once I did manage to decipher your writings. If you're gonna be a bitch then at least be one that can write sentences properly.
My effing head hurts from reading this crap.
My effing head hurts from reading this crap.
8/7/06
Well, That Didn't Hurt
So turning 30 wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't have a meltdown like I did when I turned 25.
Thanks to everyone who stopped by with well wishes!
Sweety built a great dinner of steak and shrimp. I'm still stuffed like a tick and I tossed allotta wine on top of dinner. Yummy stuff.
Today was the first day of school and both boys came home with HUGE lists of school supplies that are needed in addition to the stuff that we were told to buy before school started.
When I was a kid, we just needed pencils, crayons and paper. AND we had to walk to school - uphill both ways and in the snow.
Just for the record, public schools in Florida suck. It's just too damn crowded. I am so glad that I went to a tiny school where you had the same kids in class with you for 12 years and all of the teachers knew who you were.
Good Night.
Thanks to everyone who stopped by with well wishes!
Sweety built a great dinner of steak and shrimp. I'm still stuffed like a tick and I tossed allotta wine on top of dinner. Yummy stuff.
Today was the first day of school and both boys came home with HUGE lists of school supplies that are needed in addition to the stuff that we were told to buy before school started.
When I was a kid, we just needed pencils, crayons and paper. AND we had to walk to school - uphill both ways and in the snow.
Just for the record, public schools in Florida suck. It's just too damn crowded. I am so glad that I went to a tiny school where you had the same kids in class with you for 12 years and all of the teachers knew who you were.
Good Night.
Still Busy Walking Down Memory Lane
This is Tiger.
We had him for 7 or 8 years. I learned with him that cats do NOT always land on their feet if tossed in the air. They will actually smack onto the garage floor and then be unconscious for a good half hour.
I was in the third grade when he died. I got off the school bus and he was laying on the side of the road in the dust. I thought he was playing a joke (cause we all know what big jokers those cats can be, huh?) and then I realized that he was dead. So the busload of kids got to witness me abandoning my bookbag in the ditch and running sobbing into the house with my limp cat bouncing around in my arms.
This incident served to prepare me for another cat disaster that would hit me years later.
Here I am with my Mom & Sister. I was around 15 or 16 there. One day, in a PMS rage, I gave myself a haircut. When a real hairstylist got finished fixing it, I was left with this. The hairstylist also gave me a perm when it was all short like that and poofed it up in an Elvis-like pompadour. Thankfully, no photos exist of that.
And here I am about a year after the previous photo. Don't you love those bangs?
The photo on the right? That's the one that my exhusband had tattooed on his back. It was the size of a saucer that you'd put under a teacup. I hear that he had a cover-up tattoo done over it after we divorced and the only thing that would cover it was a picture of an eight ball.
This is my favorite photo of all time.
That's BigBrother, Sweety & LittleBrother. This was taken at my Mom's house in Oklahoma in June of 2002. It was the first trip that we'd all been on together and I was really pleased that it went so well. We still go every summer and the boys still look forward to it.
We had him for 7 or 8 years. I learned with him that cats do NOT always land on their feet if tossed in the air. They will actually smack onto the garage floor and then be unconscious for a good half hour.
I was in the third grade when he died. I got off the school bus and he was laying on the side of the road in the dust. I thought he was playing a joke (cause we all know what big jokers those cats can be, huh?) and then I realized that he was dead. So the busload of kids got to witness me abandoning my bookbag in the ditch and running sobbing into the house with my limp cat bouncing around in my arms.
This incident served to prepare me for another cat disaster that would hit me years later.
Here I am with my Mom & Sister. I was around 15 or 16 there. One day, in a PMS rage, I gave myself a haircut. When a real hairstylist got finished fixing it, I was left with this. The hairstylist also gave me a perm when it was all short like that and poofed it up in an Elvis-like pompadour. Thankfully, no photos exist of that.
And here I am about a year after the previous photo. Don't you love those bangs?
The photo on the right? That's the one that my exhusband had tattooed on his back. It was the size of a saucer that you'd put under a teacup. I hear that he had a cover-up tattoo done over it after we divorced and the only thing that would cover it was a picture of an eight ball.
This is my favorite photo of all time.
That's BigBrother, Sweety & LittleBrother. This was taken at my Mom's house in Oklahoma in June of 2002. It was the first trip that we'd all been on together and I was really pleased that it went so well. We still go every summer and the boys still look forward to it.
8/6/06
Some More Looking Back
Grandpa with my sister and me. We loved that donkey. Rode it all over the pasture. He bucked one of us off once and my Grandpa sold him after that. My sister and I cried our eyes out.
Here's another one of Grandpa with Mom. When I was in Oklahoma in June, Mom told me a story about how one day she was mad at Dad (I think he'd been out drinking) so she put me in the stroller and took off walking along the highway. Someone saw her and called Grandpa (ah, the joys of small town living! everyone knows you!) and he came and picked her up. He asked where she was going and she said she didn't know. He told her that she was always welcome to stay with him and Grandma and that he understood why she was upset with my Dad. I think it hit Mom harder than anyone else when he died.
I was the only kid on the t-ball team to run to third freaking base instead of first base during a game. It is no surprise that I was the right fielder.
This was at the town's big Christmas parade. I don't know why my Mom looks so pissed off.
After the movie E.T. came out I pestered my parents for a doll. On my seventh birthday I got one. Still have him.
Heh, here we are on Halloween. Scary, huh?
Okay, I'm going to be in my twenties for 1 hour and 45 minutes more...
Here's another one of Grandpa with Mom. When I was in Oklahoma in June, Mom told me a story about how one day she was mad at Dad (I think he'd been out drinking) so she put me in the stroller and took off walking along the highway. Someone saw her and called Grandpa (ah, the joys of small town living! everyone knows you!) and he came and picked her up. He asked where she was going and she said she didn't know. He told her that she was always welcome to stay with him and Grandma and that he understood why she was upset with my Dad. I think it hit Mom harder than anyone else when he died.
I was the only kid on the t-ball team to run to third freaking base instead of first base during a game. It is no surprise that I was the right fielder.
This was at the town's big Christmas parade. I don't know why my Mom looks so pissed off.
After the movie E.T. came out I pestered my parents for a doll. On my seventh birthday I got one. Still have him.
Heh, here we are on Halloween. Scary, huh?
Okay, I'm going to be in my twenties for 1 hour and 45 minutes more...
8/5/06
Looking Back
Naomi did a bunch of posts with photos from her life during the days leading up to her birthday and I thoroughly enjoyed them. I'm hitting the big three-zero on Monday and have decided to steal her fine idea.
Let's start at the beginning...
That would be my parents when I was only a glint in their eyes. I'm so thankful that I didn't get my Dad's ears.
About a week old there. I'm pretty sure that we were at my Grandma's house because of the towel on the couch. Grandma didn't ever own any furniture that she didn't drape in towels as soon as she got it home to keep it looking nice - not that you could ever see the furniture under all the towels.
That's one of my favorite blankets. It has been mended by my Mom numerous times and I still have it.
You can't see it too well but I'm holding a hairbrush. It seems that I had quite a hairbrush/comb fetish as a toddler. I'm holding or chewing one in many of the pictures taken of me as a wee one.
This is my favorite picture of me with my Dad. I'm glad that I grew up in the country where you could play outside and not worry about getting snatched up.
With my maternal Grandma and an Uncle and Aunt. Mom and me went to Korea for two months right before my second birthday. My first memories are from that trip. I hope to take my Mom back for a visit someday.
Let's start at the beginning...
That would be my parents when I was only a glint in their eyes. I'm so thankful that I didn't get my Dad's ears.
About a week old there. I'm pretty sure that we were at my Grandma's house because of the towel on the couch. Grandma didn't ever own any furniture that she didn't drape in towels as soon as she got it home to keep it looking nice - not that you could ever see the furniture under all the towels.
That's one of my favorite blankets. It has been mended by my Mom numerous times and I still have it.
You can't see it too well but I'm holding a hairbrush. It seems that I had quite a hairbrush/comb fetish as a toddler. I'm holding or chewing one in many of the pictures taken of me as a wee one.
This is my favorite picture of me with my Dad. I'm glad that I grew up in the country where you could play outside and not worry about getting snatched up.
With my maternal Grandma and an Uncle and Aunt. Mom and me went to Korea for two months right before my second birthday. My first memories are from that trip. I hope to take my Mom back for a visit someday.
8/2/06
Fly On The Wall
Things that you would've heard in our house tonight:
It's not a fucking Christmas present. You don't need to peek under it and THEN yank it off. Just pull it OFF!
Go heat up the damn wax some more, bitch.
Ow ow ow ow! Mother fucker!
Thirty seconds! You're supposed to wait thirty seconds before you yank it off! How the fuck are you counting? One...two...three...thirty?
Hey, Donkey, do you even know how the count to thirty? I think that was only 17 seconds.
Sweety's back was waxed tonight! Big fun! For some reason, making him cry and eat his pillow just brings out the maniacal laughter in me.
The fact that I was laughing so hard that I was crying during the entire hour-long ordeal did not make him any happier.
I should open a salon.
It's not a fucking Christmas present. You don't need to peek under it and THEN yank it off. Just pull it OFF!
Go heat up the damn wax some more, bitch.
Ow ow ow ow! Mother fucker!
Thirty seconds! You're supposed to wait thirty seconds before you yank it off! How the fuck are you counting? One...two...three...thirty?
Hey, Donkey, do you even know how the count to thirty? I think that was only 17 seconds.
Sweety's back was waxed tonight! Big fun! For some reason, making him cry and eat his pillow just brings out the maniacal laughter in me.
The fact that I was laughing so hard that I was crying during the entire hour-long ordeal did not make him any happier.
I should open a salon.
I'm Here!
Just been busy sucking all the fun out of the niece's last days here. She left today and I'm so stinking sad. Sleep is definitely what I turn to when I feel bad. She was flying alone and I had to take her to the plane and then wait for it to take off before I could leave the terminal. As soon as she walked up the ramp and was out of sight on the plane I lost it. Bawled my eyes out. And then, I was REALLY sleepy. Like so sleepy that I could have laid down right there for a nap.
Yesterday we (the kiddos & me) went to Wonderworks. We'd never been before and had a pretty good time. We played laser tag and Sylvie and I got our butts kicked by the boys.
See that tunnel around them? It's spinning and all freaky looking because a black light is on. You feel like you're spinning when you walk across the bridge. This was the entrance into the place and it was like pulling teeth to get Sylvie to walk across it because she was sure that we were all going to be flipped off of the bridge. I just love the spaced out look on their faces.
Here's Sylvie on bed of nails. You lie (lay?) down on the bed and then the nails raise up and lift you. She freaked smooth out when the nails came out and tried to get off. The lady running the thing cut it short and we got her off pretty quickly.
One thing that I've decided: Our marriage would not make it if we had kids. I'd probably do what his ExWife did and go nuts about 4 years into it and say "I've gotta go! You take good care of them, okay?". It's a lot of work when there's a kid around all of the time. I am so looking forward to sleeping in past 8 a.m. this Saturday.
I've decided that it's okay to show the sprogs faces in my photos. I'd been blotting out their faces because for awhile Sweety was like "what if the EW finds your blog and is mad that you have pictures of them on it?" I found her MySpace and Yahoo journals the other day and she has no problem showing their faces there, so I figure I can't be chewed out for doing it too. She's such a maroon that she also uses her full-freaking-name as her URL and her late husband's name is easily found also as well as using the boys' real names. She is not very cautious "hi, molesters! i'm widowed and looking for love! these are my 4 beautiful children!" I'm tempted to email her and tell her that it might be a good idea to give herself a bit more anonymity but I'm pretty sure that any suggestion I made wouldn't be welcomed.
Oh, lemme show you what I've resorted to doing with that yapping hound...
She'll yip-yip when I'm in the shower and paw at the shower curtain when I'm bathing and I got tired of hearing it the other night. She shut the hell up when I put her on her perch. Does anyone else out there shower with their dog on a regular basis or is it just me? Is this weird? I think since she's small enough to not be in the way in there that it's okay. She doesn't even hardly get wet.
Yesterday we (the kiddos & me) went to Wonderworks. We'd never been before and had a pretty good time. We played laser tag and Sylvie and I got our butts kicked by the boys.
See that tunnel around them? It's spinning and all freaky looking because a black light is on. You feel like you're spinning when you walk across the bridge. This was the entrance into the place and it was like pulling teeth to get Sylvie to walk across it because she was sure that we were all going to be flipped off of the bridge. I just love the spaced out look on their faces.
Here's Sylvie on bed of nails. You lie (lay?) down on the bed and then the nails raise up and lift you. She freaked smooth out when the nails came out and tried to get off. The lady running the thing cut it short and we got her off pretty quickly.
One thing that I've decided: Our marriage would not make it if we had kids. I'd probably do what his ExWife did and go nuts about 4 years into it and say "I've gotta go! You take good care of them, okay?". It's a lot of work when there's a kid around all of the time. I am so looking forward to sleeping in past 8 a.m. this Saturday.
I've decided that it's okay to show the sprogs faces in my photos. I'd been blotting out their faces because for awhile Sweety was like "what if the EW finds your blog and is mad that you have pictures of them on it?" I found her MySpace and Yahoo journals the other day and she has no problem showing their faces there, so I figure I can't be chewed out for doing it too. She's such a maroon that she also uses her full-freaking-name as her URL and her late husband's name is easily found also as well as using the boys' real names. She is not very cautious "hi, molesters! i'm widowed and looking for love! these are my 4 beautiful children!" I'm tempted to email her and tell her that it might be a good idea to give herself a bit more anonymity but I'm pretty sure that any suggestion I made wouldn't be welcomed.
Oh, lemme show you what I've resorted to doing with that yapping hound...
She'll yip-yip when I'm in the shower and paw at the shower curtain when I'm bathing and I got tired of hearing it the other night. She shut the hell up when I put her on her perch. Does anyone else out there shower with their dog on a regular basis or is it just me? Is this weird? I think since she's small enough to not be in the way in there that it's okay. She doesn't even hardly get wet.
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