Thursday, December 13, 2007

Pickle Puss

here is a short story long if you will... this story gives me hope that those not with us who are in heaven are still right there with us... and of course you have to wait until the end of the story to see why.. but I was touched by the entire occurance.. not just the proof.

My mom moved and also retired from her hospital she worked at for 25 years. She got a new part time job at a small country hospital right near her new home. So last week she was at work and she sees this strickingly handsome guy and he turns and looks at her and it happens to be a friend of her that she had grown up with's husband. The friend was a neighbor who was the "little sister" of a total of 3 sisters and 1 brother whom my mother is still good friends with. Now this sister Theresa (my middle name) was my grandmothers favorite and she had a little nickname for her.. Pickle Puss. At my grandmothers wake we laughed and talked about how my grandma called her that all the time... of course she cried, but was also curiously silent the entire time she was at the wake.. so much so that she slipped out without anyone noticing and left.. she didn't stay for the funeral and nobody knew why... we found out 6 months later when she herself died after losing her battle with cancer. She left behind two children 12 and 10 at the time... so the husband and kids live far from us.. about a 2 hour drive.. so you can imagine the shock my mom had when she saw him standing right in front of her... so as it turns out he works for a baby formula company (my mom works in mother baby taking care of moms after delivery and new babies) so he was there to give a presentation because their normal sales guy quit. Insanity for him, but part of his job. So they got to talking and my mom of course had to ask how the kids were doing, how he was doing... he said that his first Christmas was miserable BUT the first Christmas card he got that year was from her daughter (me) and that it really helped him through the season. (I'm seriously touched and so glad he told her because I wasn't sure if he was even getting them). I have no idea what I wrote in that card but apparantly he was very happy to recieve it. So they had a good talk and he excused himself to go clean up the conference room he had been using for a few hours to give this presentation.. so she followed him in to give him a hand because he had brought a full lunch.. sandwiches, chips, pop and he said "I forgot to take out the pickles" my mom had to leave the room.

So not only did my mom pick that hospital to work for (she really doesn't have to work) that shift work on that day (she picks her own hours) but then his sales guy quit and he was just filling in.. and they met in the weirdest of places.. and of course.. he forgets the pickles. Just the little things that almost give me proof they are still here with us because only to my mom would the pickles have signfigance.

Theresa, we love you, we miss you, we're glad you are still here with us.. thanks for the proof.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

just EXACTLY how many straws can there be in 24 hours???

SO OF COURSE.. I'M JUST TOTALLY NUCKING FUTZ... I'LL JUST TELL YOU THAT. I decided to take on 5 boys this weekend, had accepted 6 not all of them showed up. Plus I had to work at the boat this weekend, Friday and Saturday from 6pm to 1am... plus Tim was working 8am-6pm on Saturday.. plus I was going to have my holiday cookie exchange tonight.. Monday night.. that equals one busy weekend for me and *almost* wishing Tuesday and the whole thing was over and done with and life was back to normal.. Anyway.. so of course one thing leads to another.. 2 bad nights at the boat, some fighting kids, lack of sleep, not seeing my husband all weekend, driving kids all over the place and back (when they forgot stuff), an utter meltdown ending with a 3 hour cleanathon that landed me in Tylenol PM coma at 9pm on Sunday night.. the house was clean and most everything was ready for my party Monday night. Had some major problems at work, a system upgrade that totally effed our whole way of doing things.. had to start from scratch and refigure things.. took most the day.. got things on track... went home for lunch, shoveled most of the driveway... heard about a storm heading our way tonight... the phone rings one after another... and the one that stopped me dead in my tracks.. was the 2nd straw that broke the camels back in the last 24 hours... My dad had put Princess to sleep today.. no warning.. we knew she was old.. we knew she was in pain.. we thought it was just arthritis.. I guess it was more.. and he made the decision.. I cried my eyeballs out from 2-6pm within that time learning of another girl in my subdivision who was going to come over found out she had some really bad blood test results come back... the girl next doors great aunt died, her wake funeral was today and she was sick so couldn't come, another neighbor had a terrible weekend.. wound up spending 5 hours of her Saturday basically looking for a set of keys to get into her car which was locked in the Jewel parking lot... I can't say bad day.. I'm saying bad 4 days... Not sure if "thank god it's over" is appropriate.. the storm that is heading our way is going to be as bad (or maybe worse) than the one that hit back in January 1994. I was pregnant with Dylan and there was an ince of ice on everything.. closed down everything for more than 24 hours.

we'll see how I'm doing tomorrow.. for now.. Rest in Peace little Princess (bitch) we love you... no more pain for you.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

The war on credit card debt AKA the 2nd jobs we took on to pay off our debt

Soooooo Tim and I started our new 2nd jobs this week.. wow what a disaster my first 2 nights were... all totalled I wound up only making around $50 in tips. The first night I just shadowed another waitress who conviently was leaving for the Phillapines for 3 weeks... I was told later that they do that pretty often.. basically wait until the last minute to hire people. anyway.. so here I am on my first day without someone showing me how to do everything and basically taking the bull by the horns. I basically don't know how to anything.. never waitressed a day in my life... my swipe card got activated wrong, therefore I had many screw ups including the kitchen not getting a few of my orders, one of my orders taking 40 minutes that consisted of chili and nachos, my computer freezing when said customers who had to wait 40 minutes for chili used a credit card to pay for their bill, among a slew of other things happening and then it got dead and I caught up and it wasn't so bad! lol! go figure. My first night my feet and back where hurting within minutes. I couldn't imagine having to wait until 1 am to go home but I finally made it through. The 2nd night I had bought new shoes and was definately in better shape and had also brought advil in case my back started hurting.. which it did promptly an hour before closing, but I had bought Tylenol PM to take when I got home so I could sleep..

Okay.. other than all that.. all in all the job isn't too bad. I'm liking it. I guess if I had gone to work for any other retail type establishment I wouldn't be making tips or anything so if I bring home $40 per night on top of my hourly pay.. it's not taht bad.. now Tim.. he's got the good job.. jerk! lol!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

they walk among us.. AKA Assholes of America

My cousin Heather was a blogging fiend up until oh.. this year when her 3rd child was born.. now you are lucky to see a blog maybe once a month and it's usually a little blurb, nothing like before when she had more time to write and write. Anyway, she started blogging and posting pictures of Assholes of America. For example, once at Costco with her 3 young children a women selling VitaMix actually left a knife out on a table. How dangerous is that? Then she had the nerve to get mad at the kids for trying to put their hands up on the table to get whatever was up there. They obviously thought there was either something to play with or food up there.

Okay.. so of course I don't travel with my camera as my cousin does (she's got 3 under 6 so she's gotta capture every cute stunt they perform ya know). So the story goes like this. I'm driving to work this morning and I come up to the top of this steep hill where there is just 3 lanes. One going west, one turn lane to turn south, and one lane coming from the oppossite direction going east. So I'm in the turn lane waiting for the arrow. All of a sudden I notice the little light at the top of the light had turned on and it flashing... a cop???? an ambulance??? a firetruck???? I don't hear it... where is it... ohhhh yes coming up the steep hill right behind me a fire engine... lights blaring, full siren, honking like mad.. now the light has turned green and the traffic from the west coming east toward me of course has started coming right on through as if there wasn't a problem.. but better yet someone in the front of the line decides to completely stop, the people in the lane to the right of me refuse to move forward, and of course there she is MISS SHINING I WILL NOT BREAK A SINGLE LAW AND MOVE right the fuck in front of me.. so of course the fire engine is right up my ass where he should be attempting to get through. I'm honking, the fire engine is honking, everyone is yelling out their windows at MISS MORON to move her fucking ass.. but of course she won't make the left even though traffic is totally stopped and we have the green.. JUST FUCKING GO. We sat like that long enough that I probably could have gotten out of the car, walked to a printing press, had an invitation to move her fucking car now before I or the firemen behind me stuck the firetruck up her ass mad up, walked back and handed it to her polietly before the fucking bitch decides to move up.. she moved up exactly a foot.. OOOOOHHHHH YES A FUCKING FIRE TRUCK CAN GET THROUGH WITH AN EXTRA FOOT.. YES I FORGOT.. IT WAS A MATCHBOX SIZE FIRE TRUCK or one of those fire trucks that actually folds down as it glides through traffic.. ya know the ones in futuristic movies THAT DON'T FUCKING EXIST. yeah.. so finally after a few minutes and enough honking and yelling out the window she finally makes the left.. then carefully puts on her right turn signal and gets in the right lane and stops.. thanks fuck nut.. I drove around her ass then moved over glaring at her as I sped past her.. so she wins the award for the day of THEY WALK AMONGST US.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Friday, October 12, 2007

when life hands you ducks, make turducken...

sooo yes. today marks that day that Blue actually made a new friend.. WITH A DUCK! of course, my dumb dog has to bring a DUCK back into my home.. I just don't get it.. no he can't bring the winning lottery ticket or save Timmy from the well.. but he can bring in a domestic duck! ughhh soooo not good.. I have to wait to see what the wildlife guy says when he comes to see him. I do have pictures which I will post later.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

My husband whisked me away to Punta Cana for my GASP 31st birthday...this is how it went....

Happy birthday to me...

Okay so this year we decided to take a vacation so we searched on line and found the best value was a package for $631 per person which included all the food/drinks you can handle, airfare, transfers, you name it to Punta Cana. So I picked my birthday to my mom’s birthday which just happened to have a really cheap price. So yesterday was my 31st birthday and will go down as probably my worst one yet.. First of all I went to work on Monday and the first thing that happens is that we find out that 3 of our branches are being closed down AND that we are laying off 3 people from our branch. Just wonderful... I was not one of the people but I have to admit, the sweet package they got sounded pretty sweet considering I would have been paid until Nov 30th, then collected my vacation time, then gotten 2 weeks pay for every year of service.. so I would have been taken care of through May! How awesome would that have been.. not sure if it would have been good or bad.. but I am glad in the long run it wasn’t me.. so then for whatever reason I was procrastinating packing.. not sure why.. just didn’t really want to do it.. so finally at 8:30pm on Monday night I finally get going on paying bills, packing, running to walgreens, writing a few emails, clean up the house and what not.. so midnight comes and goes and I realize that I have to be up at 4am to take a neighbors cat out, shower, walk my dog, etc So we get to the air port around 5:30am get through checking in, putting in our bags, security.. eat some breakfast, get on plane #1. Land in Puerto Rico, get off the plane, have no clue where to go.. we finally found our way, got a bite to eat ($9 for a ham sandwich and a water bottle) then was shuttled out to our puddle jumper plane. It actually had props on it! I was amazed and Tim actually thought it was amusing to try to fuck with me and tell me horror stories and how scary those planes are.. it was totally fine.. we get to Punta Cana are walked off the plane and taken to the customs area with the baggage claim.. got our bags, got in our van with our driver and off we went.. finally at the hotel we got some room service, unpacked, walked around the resort, got some dinner.. then realized that we got american channels so of course I wanted to see Biggest Loser.. it wasn’t on until 8:30 here.. then I tried to fall asleep after it was over.. umm yeah.. not so much.. they were having a show not far from our building and it was LOUD!! ughh Tim is totally passed out (again.. the night before his head hit the pillow and he was out and I was up until after 2 and my mom called me at 3:45 so I was going on an hour and half of sleep which doesn’t jive with me.. ) anyway.. so I’m exhausted, can’t sleep, now I’m watching tv again trying to fall asleep in this HARD ASS BED and the air doesn’t really make it cool in the room.. so I’m hot, sleeping naked in a weird bed, etc.. okay, so Tim finally wakes up to yell at me to turn off the tv and now I’m in tears that I’m exhausted, can’t sleep because of the noise, the heat, the bed, and it’s my birthday to top it all off.. so Tim is apologizing all over the place and trying to get me to calm down and just try to go to bed.. so I put on my mp3 player and start listening to some music.. eventually I fall asleep of course until Kelly Clarkson was bellowing IT’S LIKE I CAN’T BBBRRRRRRREEEAAAATTHHHHHHHHHH.. so begins another day on vacation.. uggh I hate traveling but I always enjoy the days between!


soooooo we didn’t wake up this morning until almost 11am... breakfast ends at 10:30 and they have continental breakfast until 11:30 but instead we ordered room service. then we decided to get our suits on and head to the beach.. we found the beach grill which was open as soon as we got down there until after we left.. we had a great time at the beach feeding the fish, reading our books, eating nachos and french fries, and just hanging out.. it was relaxing just hanging out... we saw a ton of ladies topless so now I’m wishing I had brought my 2 piece suit.. I may have to check out the little shops here to see what I can find... not normally a 2 piece girl.. but the idea of sunbathing topless is appealing for once in my life... back at the room we found it was too late for lunch and too early for the beach bbq tonight.. ughhh so we’re hanging out watching tv.. oh well.. maybe I’ll go down and get some internet time and check some emails.


we finally saw animals today! some guy at the beach had a bird and later a huge iguana he was taking pictures of people holding.. it was sorta cool.. we didn’t do it.. but we also encountered a stray dog on the beach today... looks like a really small lab mix. He was blond and really weary of humans. I tried several times to feed him and of course he wanted nothing to do with me... then later we realized the pigeons were really into my french fries so I threw them a bunch.. they had fun with those.. got yet another beach towel today.. the one I got the first day really moldy smelling, then I got one that was moldy and sweaty smelling.. this one seems okay so far !!

Okay.. list of things to bring on next all inclusive vacation. Your own beach towels, a big mug to fill with beer... I think that’s all we have thought of so far.

Tonight is Dominician night.. so we get to taste their food.. we’ll see how this goes.. oh yeah today we found the beach garden that is open around the clock with basic food.. what is funny is some of the food that is served there is also served at the beach bbq which is not 50 feet from each other! go figure! okay.. that’s it for today.


It’s raining outside and I can’t go out and play.. well not if you are Tim and there is a swim up bar that you can drink at and hang out with another couple who braved the wet stay and drink.. ughhh not so much fun.. started the day going to breakfast.. on our way out Tim found a little hut that wasn’t occupied so I sat my fat arse down under it and he went and changed clothes and then we swapped.. NOTE FOR NEXT VACATION: BRING A BEACH BAG SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE ROOM AND DON’T HAVE TO CARRY CRAP ALL OVER THE EFFING RESORT.. OH YEA.. BRING PLENTY OF PENS, BOOKS, AND AN ALARM CLOCK AS WELL.. go figure the one hotel that doesn’t have clocks ANYWHERE! really annoying.. you have to turn on the tv to figure out what time it could be or your cell phone which is totally annoying.. well today was the first day with sun so we figured that we would spend the day at the pool.. yeah until the thunder started and not long after that rain, more rain, heavy rain, more rain, and still it rains.. I watched a couple movies on tv, finished my book, walked the stores, ate lunch, now we are getting ready to go out to dinner... fun.. until tomorrow...

another slightly sunny day.. at the pool
another morning filled with sunlight only to elude us and turn into a dreary cloudy day.. it was still quite warm so we sat at the adult pool for a few hours and then later at the main pool. Met two different groups of people from canada.. they paid soooo much more for their trips, so I’m feeling excited that we got such a great deal. Had our pictures taken with this little tiny monkey.. only to look at the finished pictures and realize we both look really fat.. ughhh I *****almost*’***** can’t wait to get back on Weight Watchers!! ha! Had a run in with the dinner reservation dude.. stood in line from 9:45 to 10:03 when he told the entire line of people “too late I can’t make any more reservations see you between 4-6pm tonight”FUCKER went to the front desk, told them we were pissed so the coceriege dude continued making dinner reservationsl it took another 1/2 hour but we finally got in at the Italian Restaurant again tonight.. we have like 3 hours until then. Tim found a tiny little crab at the pool today so I took it down to the shore.. other than that.. totally uneventful day at the pool.

as they always say... Monday Monday can’t trust that day!

ughhh yes so here it is our last day here.. I just went to meet with our vacation rep and he told me I have to be downstairs ready to go before 11:15am tomorrow... our flight doesn’t leave until 4pm so I was pretty shocked. I guess the are asking for at least 3 to 3 1/2 at the airport.. ughhhh effin wonderful. So I feel as if they are taking a few precious hours from me.. but what can I do? Checkout is at noon anyhow.. so I guess it works out okay..

just a tid bit of information on my day today.. as usual I couldn’t con Tim out from the bar to go eat lunch so as usual I said I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll be over at the buffett.. he normally follows right behind me before I finish my salad or first plate of food he’s heading over to our table plate full in hand. So I’m sitting there digging into my salad when my mind goes totally blank and I start thinking about my cousin Heather and Tim’s god daughter (Heathers daughter) Irina. So I’m thinking OMG she’s almost 8 months.. I’m recounting on my fingers under the table making sure my math is correct considering I always go off of April and October at 6 month guages... so then I start thinking why the heyyyylll and I suddenly thinking about Heather... true I think about her from time to time and actually just earlier today I had been talking about her husband to another guest here at the resort... but why this minute..... hmmm.... wow.. they sure are playing a lot of US ENGLISH songs today... hmmmm weird.. wonder why I was thinking about her... this salad is pretty good.. ughh I forgot the effing cheese... oh crap, there’s Tim.. wow I thought I was getting stood up.... hmmm ughhhh DUH they are playing Heather & Mike’s wedding dance song.. The Power of Love by Celine.. I know I know.. Heather herself has professed her reasoning for not seeing Titanic at the theaters due to Celines WAIL but there it was.. another moment in time I just etched in.. weird huh? lol!

Okay.. I have to wake my passed out drunkered husband up now so we can go to dinner.. we actually found a place we love here.. yumm..

Miami airport sucks...

thats all I have to say.. yes dirty, gross, totally insane.. they walk you a mile in a circle to go to almost the same place... really weird.. okay.. our flight is boarding.

we missed good weather in chicago.. of course.. my luck..

Friday, September 14, 2007

my hair rubber band return system

Yes.. one day over 12 years ago I recieved the best invention ever.. and I got it free. This machine provides the best service a girl could ever need. Here is how it works. I go to workout and every day I pull a hair rubber band out of my work out bag. Over the years I've cycled through pastel colored ones, flat ones, round ones, plain black ones, etc. Now all I have to do it pull the band out of my hair and throw it on any counter top, one in the bathroom, kitchen, a table will work just as well.. breakfast bar.. coffee table.. whatever. Just throw it on a surface. Now during the night I will hear many sounds coming from the depths of my home and giving that our last home was over 3,000 sq feet and built in the late 1800's I normally did not hear all the noise that this machine would make over the course of a night fixing to return my precious cargo to it's intended place. In my new house, built just 4 years ago of PAPER where you can SEE through walls.. of course I hear every noise within an 8 hour span of the machine doing it's work throughout the night. The noises sounds like this... mrrrrrrrrrrwwwwwwahhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrweeeehhhhhh mmmmmuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrwoooooowwwwwww it goes on hour after hour like this... sometimes it's met by my husband or I yelling from our slumber SHUT UP or actually getting up and slamming the door.. hence the machine does not like to be yelled at or locked out of any room in our house so the machine must come to make amends. Somtimes the machine will come bring you the rubber band or other object it has found to return, just to show you in good faith at 2 am that indeeds it's doing it's job. As you awake, trying to adjust your eyes in the bright morning sun you stumble down the stairs, let the dog out, turn around and low and behold THERE IT IS. My hair rubber band returned to it's place. My cat's food dish of course, that is where it belongs.. but ohhh no it does not stop there. From time to time somehow within a nights work my rubber band does not get returned to it's intended place. I've never been sure where they go UNTIL LAST NIGHT. Yes, I was looking for another item in my home and decided to pull out the stove and fridge from their tight little homes in our kitchen.. low and behold I found 28 hair rubberbands and probably 20 or so little fuzzy balls that my cat plays with! AH HA! So my free gadget isn't always perfect after all.. oh well.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

more theories

#4. Europeon people in general are horney people.. in fact in general Polish women are the horniest of the bunch. Not sure where I came up with this idea.. but we are.

#5. Polish people can not live without their dog companions. Another, I have no clue where I came up with this.. but I've decided that they just can't.

#6. Society has totally brainwashed us to think certain things and like a herd of cattle we just follow.

#7. My generation and all those to follow are set up to fail financially. My 13 year old son has a debit card. Not a credit card, but he's on his way. You walk into college the first day and you are offered many credit cards with huge limits. Of course, we take them and set ourselves up from day 1 out on our own. "we'll pay it later" uhhh huhh yeah with the equity in our houses or with 2nd jobs!

Sunday, September 02, 2007

I finally took my own advice and put my other foot down!

Ha! yes that is my stupid sense of humor kicking in.. bascially it's one of my work jokes.. I work up figures for mortgage closings, send them to a title co so they can take my numbers, the broker numbers, their numbers, etc and put them all together to come to a bottom line of what the borrower has to bring (or get back) to a closing. So the title closers will call and say "I'm having trouble balancing" and one of my comebacks is usually "did you put your other foot down, sometimes that helps" which normally is met by not only a good portion of my office roaring with laughter (I'm pretty loud people can hear me across the office, god help me in "personal matters") but either the person on the other end of the phone either snickering at me or just bluntly ignoring me because they are over the frusteration point enough to actually call me.. to which I am no help on their end.. it's bascially "here is how I balanced to my number" and I usually get the responce of "yeah I got that but I'm still off $4,000" umm yeah, you did something wrong on your end, not sure what BUT I have not one fee that is exactly that number and you have WAYYYY more fees than I have on my side PLUS every single one of these companies uses different software so depending on the type of fee and how it's paid varies. Anyway.. on to what my blog is about.. it is about balancing I swear to you.

So Friday marked the first day of my 3 day weekend ALONE with my husband with actually no plans.. for any of you who know me or have seen my calendar, not only are my weekends normally completely packed with sometimes 3 or more parties/events, but my weekdays have followed suite most of this summer as well.. having 3 days with no kids, no set in stone plans, just 3 days stretched before us.. well 4 for Tim considering he got Friday off as well. Lucky bastard. So one of the things we did plan on doing was tackling the room I'm in now.. the computer room... it has become the bowels of our financial disaster that we would love to ignore. Somehow over the years of marriage we have gone from making total peanuts and always having cash (I'm a total budget freak) to making gads and gads of ca$h not even knowing what to do with it paying every bill months before they were due to going back on the unbusy side of our businesses and not making anywhere near the amount we were accostomed to. It used to be, oh we have an extra $5,000 this month, I think we'll buy a new fence and pay cash or something of that nature.. now it's glee when we find a $1 in a jean pocket we had forgotten about.. but the situation has just completly downward spiraled to the point where we couldn't hold back our spending the way we did when we were first married and we had to go out and get a home equity loan, payoff all the credit cards, and bite the bullet. We are each *thinking* about 2nd jobs, but now with my work becoming busier again, I'm definately going to take full advantage of that. Somehow just with the home equity loan the $ stress has finally seemed to lift somewhat. We still *know* we owe the $ BUT we decided to get a few extra thousand and treat ourselves to a nice vacation before we get to the nitty gritty. So we booked ourselves a vacation to Punta Cana for $631 per person! All inclusive, air fare everything included! yes, I'm sooo the queen of cheap! lol!

Okay, so for whatever reason we were in the computer room by 8:30 yesterday morning merging the big piles into smaller piles and shredding things we didn't need. That went very well and actually much faster than I had expected. By the time we were done I realized I had a mountain of old bank statements that had never been reconciled. I used to be a whiz at this, loving to reconcile the checkbook since I was 10 and now the computerized version is so much faster and easier. So I get my mountain of papers together, but them all in order, go to my money program, open it, click balance this account.. yup it pops up with a date of NOVEMBER 2005! Okay, I knew I was behind on balancing the checkbook but that is nuts.. so of course somehow within the mountain of paper I'm missing which month???? ohhhhh yes, the month I need to start with.. as I'm wading through boxes and folders of old bank statements and what not, Tim yelling at me to just "grab it on line" umm yeah, it's not the same but of course he has no clue, he has written 5 checks in our entire marriage.. ya think he's ever balanced/reconciled a check book.. yeah not so much. So I just tell him I need it. (Okay if worse came to worse I could have done it off line, however it was the first month and in order to get started I needed that month and we currently have no printer so I'd be copying it to word so I didn't have to be on line) Okay.. now if I could just get my shit in order and actually figure out how to let my on-line bank account balance my checkbook on my computer, I'd be all good.. I know it's possible, but I am so worried the way that I set things up will not coincide with the way the bank wants to reconcile my account.. soooo anyway..

Tim finds the missing months by gods grace, thank you! Someone on the other side felt bad for him just long enough to guide him to the correct folder! lol! so I had from Nov 2005 to July 2007, I sat down, made a big cup of tea, turned on the tunes and every month only took be 5-10 minutes! I have no clue why I haven't been doing it... and really I thought I only had maybe 6 months tops to do.. So I get into it and finding for the most part I'm doing really well adding everything in, all the right $'s etc. The only thing that is wrong is that sometimes I was totally effing us by entering an atm withdrawl twice somehow, or that my automatic payment thing had shown up as paying our financial advisor twice one month (2 different amounts, the computer added 1 and I added the other but failed to realize BOTH were in there) then I had one time I put a check in the bank, never added it. We get direct deposit so it's strange for us to have to add checks.. so I added those. The only down fall where I was not taking out enough $ was a few places I missed the change by like 30 cents.. I entered a 4 instead of a 7 or something that.. nothing huge. But I get done and now we have a few extra hundred dollars I didn't know about BUT what is weird is my bank balance on line comes no where close to my new #! I don't get it. ughh well.. I just won't go overboard and spend it.

So there you have it.. I decided to take my advice and put my other foot down.. and being a LIBRA I think this whole balancing thing is very helpful to me feeing almost whole again! lol!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Melissa's life theories...

Okay.. throughout my life I've always had my own personal theory about certain situations.. some of them are actually pretty snappy if I do say so myself. Other people who have heard them have actually clapped and said I should run for president at some of my hair brained ideas... other they give me the weirdest smirk I've ever seen.. sorta of like Mario Lopez trying NOT to laugh at Miss South Carolina and her dumbass answer at the Miss Teen USA pageant.

but really.. here are a few of mine.. some I've just figured out, others have years of thought behind them.

#1. Murderers should all be taken out of prison, given some sort of assult rifle, some ammo, a few water bottles/rations and dumped in the middle of Iraq. They will also be told if they hunt down and kill the right people they will given a "free pass" to come back to the US and not have to go back to jail. The whole time we know we aren't going back for them.. they can live or die over in Iraq. The bad part of this idea is that they would go around probably killing innocent bystanders, raping women/kids, and probably make the entire situation.. however, we could do the same with illegal aliens. Send them over to Iraq and tell them when they fight for their freedom that our forefathers have done then they can be citizins. No payment, no tests, just the fact that they fought for freedom.

#2 People who commit crimes should not be allowed to live "life in prison" why should I pay for their education, their food, their clothing etc. They did what they did for whatever reason.. if you get life in prison, you should be shot. end of story. For those people who don't get life, they should be put on house arrest and their family has to pay for them to live.

#3 It has been said (by much smarter people than I) that the american car companies have lost an entire generation of buyers and will take another generation to get back. Well.. case in point. My father is a die hard buy American kind of guy.. If I dare even look at a Scion I'll be taken out of the Will... he's a force to be reckoned with on some issues. So a few friends of mine have recently bought foreign cars and listening to how great they are treated at their dealerships, anyone would want a foreign car. They have garage hours from 5am -1 pm daily, meaning you can go anytime for an oil change or any work you need done on your car. They provide all sorts of freebies while waiting including coffee, snacks, etc. They treat everyone very nice whenever you are there wheather buying a car, getting an oil change, having warranty work done. So here my mom is looking for a new car. They went to a Dodge dealer and a Ford Dealer and my mom wound up pretty set on a Jeep (I think Patriot) so they went into the office to do some wheeling and dealing. Of course my dad blows his lid over a fee that everyone pays somehow for every car they buy, but he didn't want it on the invoice.. okay whatever. So my mom gets up and leaves and calls the salesman back a few hours later to tell him she left simply becasue my dad was acting like a tard and it wasn't him.. but in the meantime she decided to tell him how uncomfortable she felt there considering his manager was yelling at people out on the sales floor while there were customers standing around watching.. pretty unprofessional. While they were at the Ford dealer, they had a sales manager walk up to them and tell them they were SOOOO busy they didn't even know if they could find someone to help them.. but as soon as they cross the threashold into the showroom they could see the guy was full of shit. Salesmen sat around at their desks barely looking up, playing on line, picking their noses.. whatever. Then when they asked about a 2007 Escape they were told "I doubt we have any, those are too hard to even keep on the lot" UMM YEAH OKAY.. THE AMERICAN CAR COMPANIES ARE REALLY HURTING HUH? HOW ABOUT WORKING ON SOME CUSTOMER SERVICE!!! fuckers. Which is why I take such glee when I actually get a good deal on a car. Forget the fact that regardless, they are still making $ off of me, but I have not fully perfected my talent in this area.. as next time Tim will not be coming with me to pick out a car or he will not be allowed in the office during negiations. He always falls into the cardinal rule holes they set out for him.

Okay.. I have plenty of more theories, however I must share them with you another time.. those are just the 3 I've been thinking about recently.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Kevin, you have me in AWE!

OKAY.. let me start at the beginning by saying I know NOTHING about Kevin.. absofuckinglutely nothing about this guy.. he went to college with my neighbor Quint, grew up in the Waukegan area, his father is a fire man, he's 6'3" and an engineer... beyond that I know not what type of car he drives, if he's married, has a girlfriend, is a swinger, is gay.. seriously.. I know nothing.. but in the time that I met/spoke with him (maybe 15 minutes) he completely had me in total A W E.. and if you know me, you know not many people can put any type of shock into me. But Kevin is where the buck stops... seriously.. ME UDDERLY SPEACHLESS? Here it is.. he begun a weight loss journey the day after superbowl.. so February 5th (2007) to last Saturday August 18th (2007) he has lost 100lbs! Just decided one day I'm done being 325lbs.. I'm gonna do this. When he told me he hit the 100lb mark just 7 days prior to me meeting him my only question was "did you cry"?? somehow a full busy noisey party got really quiet and waited for his reply and he said "no, it was just something I knew I would do, like graduating college, I was just doing it" WOW WOW WOW. I guess it just goes to show you that the old "attitude" really is mind over matter in cases like this. He went from 325 to 250 and was still losing easily so he just kept at it... when you calculate it out, it's 3-4lbs per week, which really on a 325lb guy isn't really an insane amount of weight.. it's just to do it in 6 months?? Amazing.. just totally amazing.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The BEST ebay auction ever.. other than that wedding dress some guy sold after his wife cheated on him and left...

I'm selling a bunch of Pokemon cards. Why? Because my kids sneaked them into my shopping cart while at the grocery store and I ended up buying them because I didn't notice they were there until we got home. How could I have possibly not noticed they were in my cart, you ask? Let me explain.

You haven’t lived until you’ve gone grocery shopping with six kids in tow. I would rather swim, covered in bait, through the English Channel, be a contestant on Fear Factor when they’re having pig brains for lunch, or do fourth grade math than to take my six kids to the grocery store. Because I absolutely detest grocery shopping, I tend to put it off as long as possible. There comes a time, however, when you’re peering into your fridge and thinking, ‘Hmmm, what can I make with ketchup, Italian dressing, and half an onion,’ that you decide you cannot avoid going to the grocery store any longer. Before beginning this most treacherous mission, I gather all the kids together and give them “The Lecture“.

“The Lecture“ goes like this…

MOM: “We have to go to the grocery store.”

KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“

MOM: “Hey, I don’t want to go either, but it’s either that or we’re eating cream of onion-ketchup soup and drinking Italian dressing for dinner tonight.”

KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“

MOM: “Now here are the rules: do not ask me for anything, do not poke the packages of meat in the butcher section, do not test the laws of physics and try to take out the bottom can in the pyramid shaped display, do not play baseball with oranges in the produce section, and most importantly, do not try to leave your brother at the store. Again.”

OK, the kids have been briefed. Time to go.

Once at the store, we grab not one, but two shopping carts. I wear the baby in a sling and the two little children sit in the carts while I push one cart and my oldest son pushes the other one. My oldest daughter is not allowed to push a cart. Ever. Why? Because the last time I let her push the cart, she smashed into my ankles so many times, my feet had to be amputated by the end of our shopping trip. This is not a good thing. You try running after a toddler with no feet sometime.

At this point, a woman looks at our two carts and asks me, “Are they all yours?” I answer good naturedly, “Yep!

“Oh my, you have your hands full.”

“Yes, I do, but it‘s fun!” I say smiling. I’ve heard all this before. In fact, I hear it every time I go anywhere with my brood.

We begin in the produce section where all these wonderfully, artistically arranged pyramids of fruit stand. There is something so irresistibly appealing about the apple on the bottom of the pile, that a child cannot help but try to touch it. Much like a bug to a zapper, the child is drawn to this piece of fruit. I turn around to the sounds of apples cascading down the display and onto the floor. Like Indiana Jones, there stands my son holding the all-consuming treasure that he just HAD to get and gazing at me with this dumbfounded look as if to say, “Did you see that??? Wow! I never thought that would happen!”

I give the offending child an exasperated sigh and say, “Didn’t I tell you, before we left, that I didn’t want you taking stuff from the bottom of the pile???”

“No. You said that you didn’t want us to take a can from the bottom of the pile. You didn’t say anything about apples.”

With superhuman effort, I resist the urge to send my child to the moon and instead focus on the positive - my child actually listened to me and remembered what I said!!! I make a mental note to be a little more specific the next time I give the kids The Grocery Store Lecture.

A little old man looks at all of us and says, “Are all of those your kids?”

Thinking about the apple incident, I reply, “Nope. They just started following me. I’ve never seen them before in my life.”

OK, now onto the bakery section where everything smells so good, I’m tempted to fill my cart with cookies and call it a day. Being on a perpetual diet, I try to hurry past the assortment of pies, cakes, breads, and pastries that have my children drooling. At this point the chorus of “Can we gets” begins.

“Can we get donuts?”


“Can we get cupcakes?”


“Can we get muffins?”


“Can we get pie?”


You’d think they’d catch on by this point, but no, they’re just getting started.

In the bakery, they’re giving away free samples of coffee cake and of course, my kids all take one. The toddler decides he doesn’t like it and proceeds to spit it out in my hand. (That’s what moms do. We put our hands in front of our children’s mouths so they can spit stuff into them. We’d rather carry around a handful of chewed up coffee cake, than to have the child spit it out onto the floor. I’m not sure why this is, but ask any mom and she’ll tell you the same.) Of course, there’s no garbage can around, so I continue shopping one-handed while searching for someplace to dispose of the regurgitated mess in my hand.

In the meat department, a mother with one small baby asks me, “Wow! Are all six yours?”

I answer her, “Yes, but I’m thinking of selling a couple of them.”

(Still searching for a garbage can at this point.)

Ok, after the meat department, my kids’ attention spans are spent. They’re done shopping at this point, but we aren’t even halfway through the store. This is about the time they like to start having shopping cart races. And who may I thank for teaching them this fun pastime? My seventh “child”, also known as my husband. While I’m picking out loaves of bread, the kids are running down the aisle behind the carts in an effort to get us kicked out of the store. I put to stop to that just as my son is about to crash head on into a giant cardboard cut-out of a Keebler elf stacked with packages of cookies.

Ah! Yes! I find a small trash can by the coffee machine in the cereal aisle and finally dump out the squishy contents of my hand. After standing in the cereal aisle for an hour and a half while the kids perused the various cereals, comparing the marshmallow and cheap, plastic toy content of each box, I broke down and let them each pick out a box. At any given time, we have twenty open boxes of cereal in my house.

As this is going on, my toddler is playing Houdini and maneuvering his little body out of the seat belt in an attempt to stand up in the cart. I’m amazed the kid made it to his second birthday without suffering a brain damaging head injury. In between trying to flip himself out of the cart, he sucks on the metal bars of the shopping cart. Mmmm, can you say “influenza”?

The shopping trip continues much like this. I break up fights between the kids now and then and stoop down to pick up items that the toddler has flung out of the cart. I desperately try to get everything on my list without adding too many other goodies to the carts.

Somehow I manage to complete my shopping in under four hours and head for the check-outs where my kids start in on a chorus of, “Can we have candy?” What evil minded person decided it would be a good idea to put a display of candy in the check-out lanes, right at a child’s eye level? Obviously someone who has never been shopping with children.

As I unload the carts, I notice many extra items that my kids have sneaked in the carts unbeknownst to me. I remove a box of Twinkies, a package of cupcakes, a bag of candy, and a can of cat food (we don’t even have a cat!). I somehow missed the box of Pokemon cards however and ended up purchasing them unbeknownst to me. As I pay for my purchases, the clerk looks at me, indicates my kids, and asks, “Are they all yours?”

Frustrated, exhausted from my trip, sick to my stomach from writing out a check for $289.53, dreading unloading all the groceries and putting them away and tired of hearing that question, I look at the clerk and answer her in my most sarcastic voice, “No. They’re not mine. I just go around the neighborhood gathering up kids to take to the grocery store because it’s so much more fun that way.”

So, up for auction is an opened (they ripped open the box on the way home from the store) package of Pokemon cards. There are 44 cards total. They're in perfect condition, as I took them away from the kiddos as soon as we got home from the store. Many of them say "Energy". I tried carrying them around with me, but they didn't work. I definitely didn't have any more energy than usual. One of them is shiny. There are a few creature-like things on many of them. One is called Pupitar. Hee hee hee Pupitar! (Oh no! My kids' sense of humor is rubbing off on me!) Anyway, I don't there's anything special about any of these cards, but I'm very much not an authority on Pokemon cards. I just know that I'm not letting my kids keep these as a reward for their sneakiness.

Shipping is FREE on this item. Insurance is optional, but once I drop the package at the post office, it is no longer my responsibility. For example, if my son decides to pour a bottle of glue into the envelope, or my daughter spills a glass of juice on the package, that’s my responsibility and I will fully refund your money. If, however, I take the envelope to the post office and a disgruntled mail carrier sets fire to it, a pack of wild dogs rip into it, or a mail sorting machine shreds it, it’s out of my hands, so you may want to add insurance. I will leave feedback for you as soon as I’ve received your payment. I will be happy to combine shipping on multiple items won within three days. This comes from a smoke-free, pet-free, child-filled home. Please ask me any questions before placing your bid. Happy bidding! :)

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Day 24

Well it seems that I have not had anything major happen in my life recently to blog about.. so I'll just tell ya what I've been up to. I'm finally back on Weight Watchers full fledged! 24 days and counting.. I'm down 9.4lbs. I started at 161.4 and today I'm at 152 even. We're having dinner at Maggiano's on Thursday for my sisters birthday and I managed to save every flex point from last week for dinner that night! Tim left over the weekend for his brothers bachelor party, sounds like he had a blast. Instead of doing my normal cleaning when he's gone, I said fuck that and decided to just let the days take me... which turned out good and actually busy enough to keep me occupied during my time alone. I don't do well on my own.. definately not. I like to have someone else with me, especially Tim. Instead I wound up spending Friday night with my mom who was also a bachelorette for the weekend. We had a great dinner on the Woodstock square and hung out at her house laughing and talking for an hour or so after that. It was a great night out just the two of us for a change. Thursday night I dropped Tim off then went over to my parents house and spend some time with my dad. I had asked him to help me work on my car so we did that until my mom got home from work.. so I had some time alone with him on Thursday as well doing something my dad loves to do! So that was cool. Saturday.. wow.. where do I start.. this is where time sped up and slowed down depending on the time of day and what I was doing. Saturday morning I woke up and wanted to get out of the house to work out, so I took my bike and rode out to Crystal Lake and back.. around 18 miles total.. then I ate breakfast, played on line.. checked flight tracker to see when my MIL flight was to land (I was picking her up for her stay here for the bridal shower on Sunday) so it was 10:50 she was due to land right at noon and the flight tracker said she was landing at 11:30!! What EARLY?? THAT NEVER HAPPENS.. so I quick jumped in the shower, got out, got dressed, started making a sandwich for lunch and she called! I jumped in the car and was worried about getting to O'hare because there was a Cubs game and the Air/Water show in Chicago that day.. I figured I'd get stuck in traffic.. but once I got on the express way it only took me 20 minutes to get to the airport, pick her up, and get back on the express way. We decided to hit Bed Bath and Beyond on the way back home so we could both get our gifts. They did gift wrapping there, so we didn't even have to wrap the gifts! awesome! :) I dropped her off at Jeff's (she was staying there while he was gone and using his car) and she jetted off to see her parents. Anyway.. I went home hung out the rest of the night watching movies, playing on line, walking my dog, talked on the phone to a few friends, etc.. it was great to just HANG for awhile. Sunday I woke up and got to the gym early.. it was pouring down rain, no bike ride was possible... ran, burned 300 calories and called it quits.. it amazes me whenever there is a man next to me at how many more calories they burn in a little amount of time! The guy next to me was elderly had only been on 25 minutes, was walking under 4mph and had burned over 500 calories! I was so ticked.. whatever.. it is what it is.. it takes me at the least 26 minutes (that's 1/4 mile walking 4mph followed by continuous running) to burn my 300 calories! Insane.. so then I ran home, tried to get Blue to go potty outside.. no go.. took my shower, got ready.. again tried to take Blue out.. it was still raining enough that he wanted nothing to do with being outside. Left picked up Tim's mom and Tim's cousin, drove to the shower, hung out until after 5pm drove back to Jeff's house, unloaded all the gifts, then drove home and then walked the dog! Again another night of playing on line, watching tv, went to bed around 11 until Tim walked in.. talking about his trip, his sunburn, it was itchy.. go get the solarcain, etc.. now it burns.. he jumped in the shower, I told him to take benadryl.. he was up until past 3am itching and definately NOT SLEEPING and keeping me up.. so today Wednesday I'm finally feeling rested again! Insane how one night of staying up throws off a majority of your week! lol!

Friday, August 03, 2007

how to annoy your potty neighbor

1. Stick your open palm under the stall wall and ask your neighbor, "May I borrow a highlighter?"
2. Say, "Uh oh, I knew I shouldn't have put my lips on that."

3. Cheer and clap loudly every time somebody breaks the silence with a bodily function noise.

4. Say, "Damn, this water's cold."

5. Drop a marble and say, "Oh no! My glass eye!"

6. Say, "Hmmm, I've never seen that color before."

7. Grunt and strain real loud for 30 seconds and then drop a cantelope into the toilet bowl from a height of 6 feet. Sigh relaxingly.

8. Say, "Now how did that get there?"

9. Say, "Humus. Reminds me of humus."

10. Fill up a large flask with Mountain Dew. Squirt it erratically under the stall walls of your neighbors while yelling, "Whoa! Easy boy!"

11. Say, "Interesting... more floaters than sinkers."

12. Using a small squeeze tube, spread peanut butter on a wad of toilet paper and drop the wad under the stall wall of your neighbor. Then say, "Whoops, could you kick that back over here please?"

13. Say, "C'mon Mr. Happy! Don't fall asleep on me."

14. Fill a balloon with creamed corn. Rush into the stall with your hand over your mouth and let out a lengthy vomit impression while you squeeze the balloon and splatter cream corn all about. Apologize profusely and blame it on the fettucine alfredo you had for breakfast.

15. Say, "Boy, that sure looks like a maggot."

16. Say, "Dang, I knew that drain hole was a little too small. Now what am I gonna do?"

17. Play a well known drum cadence over and over again on your butt cheeks.

18. Before you unroll toilet paper, conspicuously lay down your "Cross-Dressers Anonymous" newsletter on the floor visible to the adjacent stall.

19. Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall, adjust it so you can see your neighbor and say, "Peek-a-boo!"

20. Drop a D-cup bra on the floor under the stall wall and sing "Born Free".


Ghost Poopie
The kind where you feel the Poopie come out, but there's no poopie in the toilet.

Clean Poopie
The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.

Wet Poopie
The kind where you wipe your butt fifty times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you don't runie them with a stain.

Second Wave Poopie
The kind that happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize you have to poopie some more.

Turtle Poopie
The kind of poopie that pops out a little and goes back in a few times before it finally comes out

The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.

Lincoln Log Poopie
The kind of Poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the plunger.

Gas-sy Poopie
The kind where it's so noisy, everyone within earshot is giggling!

Drinker Poopie
The kind of Poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.

Corn Poopie
(Self explanatory)

Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Poop Poopie
The kind where you want to Poopie, but all you do is it on the toilet and fart a few times.

Spinal Tap Poopie
That's the kind when it hurts so badly coming out, you swear it was leaving you sideways.

Wet Cheeks Poopie (The Power Dump)
The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt cheeks get spashed with water.

Liquid Poopie
The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots you of your butt and spashes all over the toilet bowl.

Mexican Poopie
The kind that smells so bad your nose burns.

Upper Class Poopie
The kind of Poopie that doesn't smell.

The Suprise Poopie
You are not even at the toilet, because you are sure you are about to fart, but, OOPS---a Poopie!

The Dangling Poopie
This Poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done poopie-ing. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.

another bathroom blog!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.

Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.

You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, however, because the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.

You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly, drape it around your neck because Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!

Finally, you yank down your pan ts, and as sume " The Stance." In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.

You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold The Stance."

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck). That will have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than the palm of your hand.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around yo ur neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor. Now you lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.

It is wet, of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper, not that there was any.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew. You're certain that her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, Frankly, dear, you just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl. Of course, that sprays a fine mist of water on your butt, which then runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in, too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.

You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you find in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?? ) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs.

It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

american kids VS italian kids

American Kids: Move out when they're 18 with the full
support of their parents.
Italian Kids: Move out when they're 28, having saved
for that nice house and are a week away from getting
married .... Unless there's room in the basement for
the newlyweds.

American Kids: When their Mom visits them she brings a
nice bundt cake and you sip coffee and chat.
Italian Kids: When their Mom visits them she brings 3
days worth of food and begins to immediately tidy up,
dust, do the laundry or rearrange the furniture.

American Kids: Their dads always call before they come
over to visit them and its usually only on special occasions.
Italian Kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads
come over, unannounced, on a Saturday morning
at 8:00 and starts pruning the fruit trees. And
if there are no fruit trees, he will plant some!

American Parents: You c an leave your kids with them
and you always worry if everything is going to be ok
plus you have to feed them after you pick them up.
Italian Parents: No problem, leave your kids there and
if they get out of line your parents
can set them straight .... plus they get fed.

American Kids: Always pay retail and look in the
yellow pages when they need something done.
Italian Kids: Just call their dad or uncle and ask for
another dad's or uncle's phone number to get it done ....
cash deal, knowwhatImean?

American Kids: Will come over for cake and coffee and
get only cake and coffee, no more.
Italian Kids: Will come over for cake and coffee and
get antipasto, a few bottles of wine, a pasta dish,
a choice of two meats, salad, bread, potatoes, a nice
dessert cake, fruit, coffee and a few after dinner
drinks .... time permitting there will be a late lunch as well.

American Kids: Think that being Italian is a greatthing,
Italian Kids: Know that being Italian is a great

American Kids: Never ask the reason you have no food.
Italian Kids: Are the reason you have no food.

American Kids: Will say 'hello".
Italian Kids: Will give you a big hug and a kiss,
pinch your cheeks, and pat you on the back.

American Kids: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
Italian Kids: Call your parents Mom and Dad.

American Kids: Have never seen you cry.
Italian Kids: Cry with you.

American Kids: Will eat at your dinner table and
Italian Kids: Will spend hours there, talking,
laughing and just being together.

American Kids: Borrow your stuff for a few days then
give it back.
Italian Kids: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's

American Kids: Know a few things about you.
Italian Kids: Could write a book with direct quotes
from you.

American Kids: Will leave you behind if that's what
the cr owd is doing.
Italian Kids: Will kick the whole crowds' ass that
left you.

American Kids: Would knock on your door.
Italian Kids: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"

American Kids: Are for a while.
Italian Kids: Are for life.

American Kids: Will ignore this.
Italian Kids: Will forward this.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Politically corrrect ~ LOL

In these times where political correctness is an everyday noun and the fear
being offensive has softened our language to the point of making it nearly
superfluous – this is a refreshing reminder that a sense of humor always
prevails over stupidity…

Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America ,
Tennesseans and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as "

You must now refer to them as APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS.

And furthermore


1 She is not a "BABE" or a " CHICK" - She is a "BREASTED AMERICAN."

2. She is not "EASY" - She is " HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE."

3. She is not a "DUMB BLONDE" - She is a " LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE


5 She does not "NAG" you - She becomes " VERBALLY REPETITIVE."

6. She is not a "TWO-BIT HOOKER" - She is a " LOW COST PROVIDER."


1. He does not have a "BEER GUT" - He has developed a " LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE

2. He is not a "BAD DANCER" - He is " OVERLY CAUCASIAN."


4. He is not "BALDING" - He is in " FOLLICLE REGRESSION."

5. He does not act like a "TOTAL ASS" - He develops a case of "

6. It's not his "CRACK" you see hanging out of his pants - It's " REAR

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

FINALLY made it up the grassy knoll!

I've been trying to make it up this grassy hill at the back of our park in our subdivision for YEARS! I could never make it.. well... I'm not one to ever switch gears on my bike and finally even newbie bikers are making up this hill and I'm seriously like WTF!!!! So I figured there *must* be a trick to it, as there is.. those darn gears really do help! lol! I never take it out of 3-7 the highest gear for any reason.. even the Hill Of Death or HOD as we lovingly call it... so I finally started messing around and put it in 1-7 last night.. yeah no go.. made it farther than I ever have and then slipped and actually fell off my bike.. but another couple people decided to ride back down and try it again.. so I was off and determined.. 2nd try I put it in 1-1 and that didn't work because I was laughing my arse off at another guy who was slapping my husband on the ass as he rode PAST him on the hill.. not an easy feat mind ya! So again I rode down VERY DETERMINED to kill this hill! Another neighbor girl yelled "try 1-3" sure enough 1-3 worked like a charm! It wasn't that bad, almost easy! lol!

So Tim is trying to push me forward in life, I'm feeling.. yesterday he was the one who opted for a bike ride rather than just letting me go to the gym by myself to run off lifes frusterations.. which I've badly needed since Thursday night.. and then today we booked our trip to Punta Cana 7 nights/8days/all inclusive.. sun fun drinks food beach.. me and tim.. just us.. we need it.. and at only $631 I couldn't pass it up.. we even upgraded for $90 to a suite with a jacuzzi and what not! Great deal. I'm pretty happy and now have *something* to look forward to.

I talked to Dan briefly yesterday afternoon and he said he was doing pretty well considering.. actually worked yesterday and got his mind off it for a bit.. which I think it good. I wish I had blogs from when Nicole/Jade died so I could remember all my steps although I'm thinking I just pushed forward with work.. we were busy then.. 90 hour weeks were not uncommon..

Monday, July 23, 2007

totally numb

just numb.. my world is hazzy... an email I got today that actually made me smirk a bit....

The 36 Rules of Life
1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on
the same night.
2. Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often.
3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than standing in a
garage makes you a car.
4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried
6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
8. A person, who is nice to you but rude to the waiter, is not a nice
9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.
10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.
11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good.
13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.
14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.
15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
16. A balanced diet is a muffin in each hand.
17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist
change places.
18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.
19. Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks
before you need it.
20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.
21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake
when you make it again.
22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.
23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.
24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real
25. It ain't the jeans that make your butt look fat.
26. If you had to identify in one word, the reason why the human race has
not achieved, and never will achieve its full potential, that word would
be "meetings."
27. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
28. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never
want you to share yours with them.
29. You should not confuse your career with your life.
30. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
31. Never lick a steak knife.
32. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
33. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling
reason why we observe daylight savings time.
34. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests
that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging
from her at that moment.
35. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender,
religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that deep down inside
we ALL believe we are above average drivers.
36. Your friends love you anyway.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

may the band aids be made of kevlar

I just returned from what will be documented as an experience I won't soon be forgetting... Wil and Dan were like soul brothers.. buttheads, stooges, if you will.. buds to the end, the shock of Wil's death has shook us to the core.. and there is nothing like sitting next to someone watching them let go of that person they held so dear, so many memories... I actually felt Dan's heart break as I sat next to him.. his body shook in silence, his sobs came out in heavy breaths.. and my heart broke as I sat helpless to mend the wounds that will now carry him forward into his lifetime alone without his soul brother. An amazing event in my life, I've never experienced something so unique as I did today. I'm sorry, but I gotta say the GAY COMMUNITY ROCKS EVEN WAKES AND FUNERAL SERVICES! lol! seriously... ever been to a funeral service that had singing.. GOOD SINGING at that? no hymns or bible music.. West Side Story, Janet Jackson, Cyndi Lauper, Wicked, you name it.. they sang it.. and people spoke VOLUMES about Wil, his life, the funny things he did and said.. and everybody all mentioned his personality that filled a room, a hall, a town, every person he touched who knows how the guy had the time to do what he did on earth.. it's not a wonder he died as early as he did in life.. the room was like a warm hug enveloping you in.. I didn't dare want to leave it at the end when everyone was filling out to go party afterwards.. but Dan was not a part of that life with Wil.. he was to a point.. but not enough to go party with them.. he just wasn't in the mood.. instead we headed over to a different restaurant and talked about our own stories of Wil.. how we met him.. what he was like to us.. his daring personality.. just a huge spirit bottled in a tiny little body.. it's no wonder he was always bursting at the seems.. it's almost surreal to look at pictures of him alive now.. I actually thought as I looked of pics of him today "he was breathing in that picture" picture after picture lining Dan's mom's walls of Dan & Wil together in musicals, hanging at the apartment, graduation pics, etc... and then came Dylan.. the 3rd the completion of the stooges.. they took him on as part of the brotherhood.. and NOW I find out that Wil & his beautiful successful husband Rich were planning to adopt a child.. how I would have loved to part of that for them.. and my heart breaks for Rich who will move forward alone.. sleeping alone, living alone, making dinner alone, taking care of everything alone.. and I guess for him it was better to have loved than not loved at all because he had the minutes counted from the day he first layed eyes on Wil and started stalking him to today... 8 years... I just can't even begin to imagine Tim just being gone one day.. how would I move forward? how? I don't think I could handle that.. To you WIL, wherever and everywhere you are, a toast to your life, a toast to the others who loved you, a toast to the hearts that broke over your death.. may the bandaids be made of kevlar cuz the duct tape I slapped on my heart this morning in preperation for the service today has busted through and my heart is weeping for the world to hear...

hmmmm IS Tammy Faye #3?

I questioned my mom on #3 and she said that a neighbor of ours in AZ actually lost her 47 yo son this week to a heart attack.. another young life lost... well.. Tammy Faye Baker died just 24 hours after Wil... THANK GOD! MAYBE WIL CAN FINALLY SHOW THAT BROAD HOW TO APPLY MAKE UP, GET TO WORK WIL!

an email from my aunt Kathie regarding GrandPAWS death...

Friday was so weird.. Finished some more chores but not all of them. some
will have to wait until monday. Dad had started calling me every morning.
He would have the nurse dial our number and there he was. Just asking how
my day was, what was I doing, ken., and please bring watermelon or root
beer...when we come in the evening. the phone doesn't ring about 10am now

We would go and see him after ken would get home from work and Ken would
feed him dinner. He was eating up to 85% of his dinner and keeping it down.
He started making jokes about the food.. it was pureed.. the texture,
taste, he was getting his humor back.

The activities director came in and asked ?? about his likes etc.. he told
her music.. dixieland, hawaiian, etc.. they were going to get him up and
take him to the entertainment the next time.

The week before he fell and broke his hip, we know this as we just got the
bill, he took the trip from Brighton Gardens to Lake Geneva.. the bus up,
lunch and i do think it included a boat ride around the lake. Now getting
there the bus driver got lost and Dad told them how to get there. He still
was the director of driving. (When Ken and I were looking for Rachel's
family chapel near johnsburg.. dad knew the exact roads and the curves and
the hills. he lead us straight to the place. he could not see the road
signs etc but still could direct.)

Trying to get him to eat better and do his exercises... wasn't easy for us
or the staff.. he was cantankerous. As we started looking for a place for
him to be transferred to after the 100 days medicare will allow in rehab...
we went to Brighton Gardens to give them a 30 day notice and Desma said why
leave. They showed us a room on the first floor that would be a perfect
size for him with his needs and they had a small group of people in the wing
and the staff would feed himself needed and PT came there to BG and staff
would ck on him every hour and if he was up to it he could go back to the
main area for entertainment and meals if he could feed himself. We came
back and told him he was going back to BG when he was done at Lexington. He
just smiled and that was the first day he ate most of his dinner.

It was not to be. He just slipped away. Life became just to difficult at
the end. His eyesight was completely gone now. His teeth didn't fit.. tho
he was scheduled for the dentist to reline them and solid foods were next,
it was so much energy just to sit up with help from two staffers. Though he
did try to help by holding onto the rail. the daily exercises would put him
in a lot of pain, then pain meds and then long naps.

He did enjoy his daily phone call from his brother Bob. Uncle Bob figured
out about what time Ken and I were there and would call then. As the phone
was on the stand and Dad could not reach it. But even if we put it in the
bed, Dad had a hard time figuring out the ear/mouthpiece and how to hang
up.. Ken would bring uncle Bob up to date on Dad and then give Dad the
I told Dad that the next week, he and I would work on him learning the phone
so we could have it on the tray or even in bed so he could answer it. That,
the dentist and the haircut was not to be.

I guess I am writing this more for me than you. I needed to do this.
Closure at watching the EMT's give him CPR is not the picture I want to
keep. Or cleaning out his room after he vacated the room.. (we had 4 hours
to have some one come get him and clean out his room)
Chris and Dan came up from southern Illinois so Thurs ken and i and the boys
cleaned out Brighton Gardens. Guess it is good we still have the condo.
put his things in the main garage.

Sharon and I wrote the obit and it was in the Daily Herald and Tribune
yesterday. It can still be read online and an online guest book is still
available. or and search by the date july 13.

Well this is long and it is time for some chores. See some of you soon,
others at the service on August 11 and others later. Take care

Saturday, July 21, 2007

take two?

and so I've become the "quirkinator"... basically I'm the guinea pig working out the quirks on the Porsche until we take it down to AZ in October! lol! Okay that was my excuse to my dad today as I drove off yet again with his Porsche squealing down the street sideways! teee-heee.. hey it was actually LUCKY the thing blew up at my house at 2am! At the very least I wasn't in Snake River Canyon at 2am in the middle of the dessert winding through narrow roads with no guard rails miles above the bottom of the canyon floor... the infamous "where's the edge of the road, oh shit there it is" echoing through the car as everyone white knuckles it even in their sleep days later... the 2-3 day trek across the states in a mad dash to just get there.. my uncle the hero of them all.. taking it all in without stopping.. fucking amazing.. not sure how he did it.. never fell asleep... never heard about many tickets either... flat dessert roads stretched out before you.. just miles and miles.. ahhh haaa wait a minute.. Snake River Canyon at 2 am.. hey that might actually be fun with the Porsche ****mischievous laugh**** maybe we should attempt to hit it at that time.. that car has so many freakin lights.. head lights, fog lights, high beams, parking lights plus high speed driving lights.. we'll just hit every fucking light button in the thing and light up the dessert.. fucking government doesn't have shit on us.. we'll light up the sky blazing through... even if it does take blowing up the Porsche to do so! ha!

Well anyway.. Tim and I had a fantastic day (and it's not over yet) went to Woodstock to the Farmers Market.. made me realize just how much I love small towns.. I actually walked up to a woman and grabbed her hand and told her how beautiful her engagement ring was.. and it wasn't weird.. she thought it was completely normal.. I apologized later for touching/grabbing her and she laughed and said it was totally fine.. then an hour later I ran into a woman I met at Huntley Vet not a month ago.. I kept telling her "I know you" and she said the same I walked the square again telling Tim every 2 minutes.. I know that fucking lady, who the fuck is she? I had a long conversation with her.. ahhhh haa I met her at the vet! lol! We had lunch at this pub type place that had a lunch buffett.. mostly salad/soup but some main dish items that weren't bad.. took in the Dick Tracey museum.. pretty cool actually.. had no idea that Chester Gould was from the area.. who knew.. funny how that works.. went to my parents house, wal-mart, got some house work done..

talked to Dylan today.. he's actually doing pretty darn well considering the events in his life and everyone making sure he understands Wil's lifestyle, what he will see tomorrow at the wake... he's 13 and my son.. he knows all.. I hide nothing of the world from him.

Not looking forward to tomorrow, however, I am all in the same time.. I'm still not understanding the big plan on this one.. there was a great article in the paper about Wil.. Rich actually got a few really great quotes published telling the world that Wil was the love of his life.. naming Rich as Wil's partner finally the world is coming around.. this in itself is huge.. Wil you are making a statement to the world through your death.

Friday, July 20, 2007

for once Monday can't come fast enough...

Yesterday afternoon I sat at my work desk contemplating the 2 days stretched ahead of me with glorious NO PLANS! It's amazing... the first weekend in MONTHS we have nothing planned.. so of course we planned little things, going to the Farmers Market, going to Ed's to work on our computers & new lap top, etc.. Friday night we did have plans but those fell through.. now with the news my weekend has suddenely filled with hours and hours of not even knowing what to do with myself.. I'm trying to get the word out that Wil has died so as many people as possible can attend his memorial services and/or wake/viewing... Friday night like this I know I can't wait for Monday so I can just get back to the grind and think later... and again.. for once, Monday can't come fast enough...

Thursday, July 19, 2007

they happen in 3zzz so I'll wait here for #3... waiting...

How is it that these things happen in 3's.. the beginning of the week I found out my cousins grandpa died... a person who was the center of our family... every family function he was there, even my housewarming he came.. I wasn't even his family but he played an important roll in my life especially around holidays and at family events... he always called me shortcake or beautiful even in the days that I was fat and felt fat, he could always perk me up with his pazzazz for life.. but then again today tonight just now actually the phone rings again.. and here we are the Palatine Curse rising again... the caller ID read Dan.. Dan is my son's father, someone I still feel very close to, we share a very important relationship and bond.. so I figure he's calling me regarding anything to do with my son.. but he asks this time "what are you doing" I'm eating dinner.. what's up.. my chipper answer.. and then he starts bawling over the phone.. at first I was confused thinking his father had died.. but then he is talking about Wil's mom.. WHAT ABOUT WILL??? "he's gone" WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? I don't get it.. I'm totally confused, I'm mad at God, and I'm actually speechless. why? why? why? Dan and I have now completed the circle of our bond.. BOTH of our best friends from grade school are dead.. our friends who we've shared thick and thin with.. they are gone.. and both at the hands of the person whom should have loved them the most.. I don't get it.. I don't.. I'm totally lost.

beware: my cousins went to Palatine as well.. so yes the phone will ring again and what Palatine Curse will it be this time... I'm waiting.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

sometimes SEX just happens....

umm okay.. a line I heard on the radio this morning on my way to work.. after having been married for 9 years now I have to say that THAT line is true... however, the woman was speaking of extramarrital affairs.. so in THAT case.. I'm not so sure.. why are you putting yourself in any type of situtation that might even allow for sex to happen when you are married? Then she went on to explain how there is a difference between love and sex (I agree) and that the sex outside of her marriage is what helped her see that she wanted to stay with her husband forever etc. Yeah I'VE PERSONALLY heard this line before, and it's funny.. I married the bastard who used it on me.. insane right? I agree... okay.. so that brings us to many many other topics, but the main topic of this radio discussion was actually how many partners studies have show people have before marriage... they say 12 is the magic number to finding true sexual compatitbilitiy... hmmm 12 huh? I didn't have 12, TIM sure didn't have even half the number I had and yet we are married.. but yes it's true.. we are hardly compatable at all in ANY AREA but we love each other and have MADE our marriage work. So now my question is, what areas of compatability of historically a necessity in marriage for them to be successful? And as far as sleeping with 12 different people before marriage, how does that constitute AHH I FOUND THE PERFECT LOVEAHHHHH SO WE'RE GETTING MARRIED AND WILL BE HAPPY FOREVER? Can I ask? Dare I ask? As I said, Tim and I are not sexually compatable on any level whatsoever BUT I am in love with him.... so really do studies and people who do these studies see my marriage as a fraud or not healthy simply because we aren't compatable in really any area?

Friday, July 13, 2007

my 10,000 post on SSL website..

Friday the 13th.. what an appropriate time to post my 10,000th post.. is this good luck or bad.. or is it just all a state of mind… anyway.. for my 10,000th post as this Saturday will be dedicated to the main reason I wrote my story to Edy’s telling them what a wonderful neighborhood I live in and why I love living here so much.. I have to be 100% honest here in first saying I have no clue as to what exactly I wrote in that essay, but apparently between Erika and myself we made a big enough impact to both be winners in that contest… I’m sure everyone else who entered had very similar comments to make about Silverstone Lake as a whole and everyone one HERE on this website are what make this subdivision such a great place.. secondly (my 100% honest comments) I really really really do not like our house. I don’t.. not at all.. I miss our old sprawling 3,000 square foot home with a 4 car garage that spoiled the first 4 years of our marriage.. something I’ll probably never again retain in my lifetime.. but as much as I miss the HOUSE I don’t miss the constant traffic, the lack of yard space, the fact that the neighborhood in itself just was not safe… I now take comfort in the fact that if my dog gets loose I’ll have umpteen neighbors out on the hunt for him helping me in the matter of minutes with a few simple phone calls, the fact that if my husband is out of town and I’m sleeping in my home alone I have 2 ex military men one living on the other side of the wall from me and the other 100 feet directly across the street again both an easy phone call away and both always willing to help in any situation amongst many other neighbors I could call and have help in multiple type situations in a flash… I also take comfort knowing that while some people don’t even know I own a cat when she has gotten loose for 3+ days at a time even those neighbors who like I said didn’t know she existed actually dropped what they were doing and helped me look for her. I love the fact that if my husband wants to host a poker game even though we own not one table and very few folding chairs, somehow we can manage to scrounge up 6-8 tables and 40 chairs in a matter of minutes, if I need a cup of sugar, milk, eggs, vanilla, flour, brown sugar, chocolate chips or all of the above I can walk less than 100 feet and get them from a friendly neighbor who never asks for me to replace these things because they were just happy to help… that my 13 year old son has run of the neighborhood and really, I never need to worry even if it’s dark.. he’ll be home eventually.. and if I really need him I can ask whomever is outside and I normally find someone who saw him riding this way or that.. The friendships that I have made here within the confines of our almost little town within a town are some that I am sure will last a lifetime.. even when Tim and I move on with our lives and move out of Silverstone or others who have moved on we will always be linked to SSL in some manner. Tim and I take pride in being one of the first couples to build and live here in SSL, remembering the days we used to take walks up to Marble, Slate, and Limestone when those streets didn’t even exist, we watched the neighborhood grow and have met many neighbors whom we both value as people we’ve come to befriend and even better we’ve come to trust. To every example I’ve written I can think of a hundred other reasons I love SSL as much as I do and could go on and on… so to everyone out there in SSL land, thanks for being you! xoxo

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

great night for a ride

ahh tried to drum up some interest in a bike ride tonight with people from the hood.. no bites.. sucks.. but cool at the same time. wound up biking just the two of us up to Crystal Lake DQ got a slushie and came back home.. it was so beautiful riding up there and back.. and I can not express just how much I truely love summer.. the full green trees, brush, grass, plants... everything blooming and as you ride you get wiffs of different scents through the trees.. sometimes a bon fire, sometimes flowers or berries... sometimes just clean fresh crisp air.. and today was just so perfect.. the sky the most perfect blue, the most perfect sunshine, white puffy clouds, a nice cool breeze.. the temp at the highest around 77 today... just gorgeous.. this is the day, this is the reason, this is it for me.. the best days of life.. even though I spent a majority of the day cooped up in my office, I get the chance to be free for just a few minutes of time, my thoughts a million miles away not even paying attention to the fact that I'm working my ass off up hill all the way up to Crystal Lake.. but the easy down hill ride all the way home had me totally silent not even trying to keep conversation going.. just too exhausting, and such a great time to think about life.. what's going on here... so there it was after the hill of death, the question looming between Tim & I.. of course my answer only returned with him laughing... ughh yes.. 20 years from now.. maybe 40 years from now can we stay in good enough shape to be able to ride like we do today 18 miles easily in our retirement.. I told him how much I loved the green, the trees full, the blue sky.. and he comments on our plans to move to Arizona sooner than later, eventually we know we will retire to Arizona but how soon we can get there before retirement is the looming question between us.. I can move at any time, just put in for the transfer, sell the house, let's go... he comments on the colors there versus here.. can we do the 6 months back and forth... no answer.. I guess I have 40 years to find out... and again.. there is a plan, sometimes we don't know why things happen and years later we look back and see why... just wondering what it is that is keeping us here... I hate snow, driving in it, hearing about it.. the bitter cold.. my dog hates it.. I don't blame him.. the most weight he's ever held is 5.5lbs and no fur. the fact that winter keeps me from a majority of outdoor activities... Julie did try to get me to try snow shoeing last year or was it cross country skiing?? Either way.. never got any gear to try.. sledding even suck.. I always get hurt doing stupid shit like that.. or is it a control issue for me? not sure. Either way I'm rambling... life is good today.

Monday, July 09, 2007

ahhhh freaking you have to tab over to the title box

geez.. stupid thing
why can't I post a title for this?? OMG WHAT A WEEKEND.. SERIOUSLY.. Sooooooo here we go... I didn't really touch base on my anniversary dinner last week.. it was sooo yummy.. we had so much fun.. but I'll never again buy a drink there because I was PLASTERED by the 3rd sip! Insanity! anyway.. we were sooo full.. I seriously have never seen Tim eat that much.. he kept stopping the rib man and eventually the guy would come straight to our table and drop off 3-6 ribs at a time for him! lol!

Okay so 4th of July was really relaxing just hanging out at home, watching tv, went to my parents house for dinner, grabbed the Porsche drove home.. that's it. I told you guys about the 5th at Applebees.. that was great.. Friday night the 6th I kept asking Tim WTF he wanted to do and he never responded so I made a crazy chicken cassarole and we did laundry and watched tv! lol! oh well.. Then the good stuff started.. between Friday night and Saturday I started bleeding at an unbelieveable 7 month long period horror movie rate. I was not happy to say the least. We had 3 parties to attend the next day, one of them being a pool party I had bought an $80 suit to attend.. yeah.. anyway.. so Saturday I got up early, took Sidney to the vet, came back and tried to relax and started my ibuprofen therapy.... eventually got up and called Cathy to let her know I didn't know if I would be making the party if so for how long etc.. Eventually got my arse up, showered, we got in the car and made our way to Long Grove for the first event.. Tom Kaiders birthday party! WOOT! Got a chance to talk with his mom some (she totally amazing), meet a few of his others friends, and eventually Lisa showed up.. then on to the next party.. drove towards home, had to buy beer, food for the party, then go home let the dog out, grab our suites, etc.. anyway.. got to Cathy's pool bbq party around 6:30 ish.. soon the sun was down and we were just sitting around bsing, eating, etc.. it was a fun night.. decided to get going once Tim was out of beer and I was getting tired, needed to take the dog out etc.. so we head home pull the Porsche into the garage and head next door for party number 3... hang out for a bit an hour later I decided to go inside to put some stuff away from earlier in the day etc.. I walk in my back door and my house REEKS of gas.. oooohhh shit.. so I go in the garage open the garage door, turn on all the light and start inspecting the Porsche.. get in it.. hmm just put in 8 gallons at 6pm and didn't over fill it so what's the deal? Finally I look behind and under the Porsche HUGE puddle of gas! ughhh kill me.. I get a few neighbors to come look at it and we decide to move it out to the driveway so my house doesn't reek... so eventually I call my dad.. it's not 2 am and I wake them up and both my parents are in a panic until they realize I just need help with the car and the car is okay.. I just didn't know what to do.. my dad says stick a bucket under it, lock it, we'll worry about it in the morning.. okay.. so I take my nightly doeses of vitamins and allergy pills, start playing on line and a half hour later my dad calls and says "I'm up and worried now, drive the car over here I'll drive you back home" umm okay.. I have exactly 45 minutes until my drugs take effect and I fall dead asleep.. I gotta move fast.. I wake Tim up, tell him I'm leaving, and walk out of the house.. and who the fuck would be out in front of my house at 2 am... ohhhh but yes the tow truck driver.. fuckin tard.. move your ass so I can leave.. so I leave, it takes me exactly 18 minutes to make it up to Woodstock driving 70 mph a majority of the way, passing cops, no seat belt and no radio fearing the car would blow up! lol! I had every light on that dang car on too.. not sure why just decided to hit them all on the way out of the hood! I think I lit up the road pretty darn good.. anyway.. I get to my parents, they drive me home.. I go to bed around 4am all is well.. wake up at 8:30 thinking what the fuck.. I just fell asleep.. take the dog out and get some breakfast.. eventually I get my arse moving.. time to get ready to go to Fox Lake to meet the WW girls! YIPPPEEEE! I get dressed, reluctantly get in my car and drive up to Fox Lake.. gleefully realizing on the way there that I know exactly where this place is at in fact I was near there not long ago! Very cool.. I find the place.. a mexican restaurant right on the lake! Really fun place! Meet up with the girls a few minutes after 2.. not too bad on time.. hang out, get to know them a bit! Had so much fun! While I was there Tim calls me and says "where is the Porsche" ummm I TOOK THE EFFIN THING BACK TO MY PARENTS LAST NIGHT! I WOKE YOUR ASS UP.. HELLO! He had no recollection.. ughh men! So after the lunch I decide to drive out to my parents to pick up his darn wallet.. hung out there for a bit, finally drove home, walked the dog, played on line, downloaded my pics from the weekend.. emailed them.. went out to dinner at CiCi's yum came home and fell into a dead sleep! lol! that was my weekend my friends.. but to top it off.. of course it can't end there.. my vet just called me.. it turns out my cat has hyperthyroid and needs meds for the rest of her life or surgery! fucking wonderful.. happy Monday to me... ughhh.. I need a vacationI hope these pics work because I can't put a title to this post on and the pics are x's right now.. fuck.. have a good week! lol! Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

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