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
thing,

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
leave.
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
yours.

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.

Politically corrrect ~ LOL

In these times where political correctness is an everyday noun and the fear
of
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 ,
Kentuckians,
Tennesseans and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as "
HILLBILLIES."

You must now refer to them as APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS.


And furthermore


HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT :


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
INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY."


4. She has not "BEEN AROUND" - She is a" PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION."


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


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


HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT :


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


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


3. He does not "GET LOST ALL THE TIME" - He " INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE
DESTINATIONS."


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


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


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

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..

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
before.
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
person.
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
world.
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.

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
phone.
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. Dailyhearald.com or tribune.com 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
Kathie

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.

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...

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.

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?

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

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.

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!

a night to remember...

so there it is.. we planned, we emailed, we texted, we called each other, hours and hours of back and forth and finally here we all were face to face.. Tom, Lisa, Adam, Cathy, Matt P, Matt W, Maggie, Liz, Dennis, GOOCH, omg the memories just started coming out.. the dumb stories, etc.. it was really great to see everyone again.. we met at for dinner/drinks/whatever at Applebees and had such a great time! And again this weekend Tom and Cathy are both having parties so again we'll be face to face joking and laughing together. ahhh it's funny to finally figure out just how much you've missed people who have been absent from your life for so many years... amazing...

another Monday?

having a day off in the middle of the week blows donkey balls...

WARNING! STAY OFF THE SIDEWALKS

LMAO.. yupppers.. my dad rolled it out... yippee for me! the idiot won't drive the fucking thing he wanted for 45 years of his freakin life... more power to me! I getta drive it and he could care less! anyway.. it's a sweet sorrow considering the car only likes me and of course we're taking it down to our house in Arizona this October.. SIGH parting will be such sweet sorrow.. I can only start planning more time at our 2nd home with the car I love so much.. funny how that works.. well eventually I know we'll be in AZ full time.. only a matter of time.. yeah and Dylan can you hurry this high school thing up so I can move our asses down to AZ and you can go to ASU? But you can only live on McClintock and Broadway with all the strippers!

ahhh new/old song I'm bringing out that I love love love..
it's on my new song list I finally broke down and put on my myspace.. I've been using it on my freewebs accounts, but not here.. I liked a few other mp3 players that other people use on myspace but one actually shut down my myspace when I loaded it! ughhh
anyway.. check out Craig David 7 days.. sexay ass song!

Happy 9th Anniversary Timmy....

so here we are.. July 3, 2007 our 9th anniversary... and you've heard all about our 2 years of Sybaris extravaganzas but sorry.. this year.. it's pretty darn clean! lol! We're hitting Texas De Brazil for dinner YUMMMMOOOO then hitting the movie theater to see a movie! Gosh, I don't remember what we did last year for our anniversary! lol! oh well.. I guess we're at that boring part of our marriage where we don't buy each other anything.. we just go someplace yummy to eat and hang out just the two of us.. it's cool that the rest of the states are celebrating WITH us, the eve of July 4th usually is filled with fireworks, bbqs, etc.

Hit a Cubs game on Sunday! Yippee!! a 3 hour car/train ride into Wrigley for a 2 hour 8 minute game.. the shortest game of the season (so far)... to turn around and hit another 3 hour train/car ride home.. not fun... Leif had an allergic reaction to some sunblock I gave him that had aloe vera in it.. he had a sun burn and that was all I had.. a trip to nurse/infirmery whatever you wanna call it.. and a $20 trip to 7-11 to not be able to gain re-entrance to Wrigley to even pee LATER we got back on the train and started our trip home.. by the time we stopped to eat and got home it was 8pm! We left at 10:30 in the morning.... OHHH and the Cubbies won!

What else? Tim's brother moved into his condo he closed on last week on Saturday.. he's almost totally moved in.. and then another couple months and Kimberly will be moving in..

Julie had her annual bbq over the weekend as well.. what a blast.. great party, great people, great food, great booze.. you name it it was there! Slip and Slide extrodinare.. of course Dylan was really sore the next day after taking about a billon turns hitting the dirt!

So tomorrow we really have nothing going on.. just going to my parents to eat and hang out.. so that's fine.. nice relaxing not much to do day off.. in the middle of the week.. that sucks.. thank god for leap year.. I think it's 2008 so next year Friday we'll have off for July 4th.. YIPPEE!