Willpower

Week One of the new budget is going "so far so good". At the grocery store, I came in $15.57 under budget! Yay for me! I have to admit though it was so hard not to just say, "Oh, I need this", and then put it in the cart. How do people do that every week? I guess it's because they have better willpower than I have.

I have no will power at all. I bought a pilates DVD. Used it once. It made my stomach muscles so sore, I gave up. I bought a yoga DVD. Used it once. It made everything sore, I gave up. I know that sodas are bad for me. Empty calories and all. If one is placed in front of me and they tell me that I can have it, but only if they can cut off my finger first....guess what? I'm losing a finger. I can't drink the diet sodas either. No matter how many times they tell me that Diet Dr. Pepper tastes more like regular Dr. Pepper, I don't believe them because IT DOESN'T TASTE LIKE REGULAR!!! Damn it. This is also the problem with going to Wal-Mart, Target, or any other department stores. I find the clearance aisles and get carried away. See that's how they get you. You end up buying more because you think you are actually spending less. Damn it. Just today I bought something that wasn't on my list. I swore to only buy what was on the list this time. As I was on my way to the check out, that's when I saw them. A big 4-way shelf of candy corn, candy pumpkins, and then containers with a variety of both of them. They were only $1.88, but still. That's where they get you. I need someone to go with me and when I say, "Oooo ... shiny objects ... focus going away from task at hand ..." I need them to smack me. Hard. And then scream, "Abort mission! Abort mission!"

Same Ol' Same Ol'

I apologize for no blog yesterday, but nothing was really blog worthy. The most exciting thing to happen all day was my husband's co-worker/carpooler left his car here and told me I could drive it. I was instantly jealous. It was a 2008 Honda Accord....with only 17K miles on it. It was the best 2.5 miles I've ever driven. That did it. I want a new car. Of course, I can't have a new car, but that doesn't deter the fact that I still want one. Now it doesn't have to be brand, spanking new. I would like to have a car that is 5 years old or less.

Currently, we babysit three vehicles. The youngest is 12 years old. One is basically in the hospital in serious, but stable condition, however, is immobile at the present time. The next, and oldest at 18, has some type of disease of undetermined origin, needs medical attention, but never has the time or energy to get that attention. The third is in good health, but is still costing me money for a preexisting condition that I SHOULD NOT have to pay for, but am stuck paying for anyway. So basically, my dreams of a new reliable vehicle are squashed until at least February.

My dad called and said that everything was going well in Florida. My brother, his wife, and family just recently purchased a new home so they are all in the process of fixing the new place and moving from the old place. The previous owner took absolutely everything when she left. She even took the kitchen cabinets and yes, the kitchen sink too! At least it was a "clean slate" to work with.

I am hoping that something more blog worthy will happen today so I don't bore you tomorrow.



Optimism

Optimism is not something I am really known for. It's not that I am a pessimist.... all the time. I've just learned over the years that I am basically a magnet for Murphy's Law it seems. If it can go wrong, somehow, someway it will go wrong in my presence. Just read a few previous posts to verify this information. However, today I am leaning to the other side of the scale. You see, my husband and I have debated, talked, and done everything to try to figure a reasonable way to bring more income to our home. The price of gas, the unreliability of vehicles, finding someone willing to pick up or drop off the kids at the bus stop, and so on... that have prevented me for aquiring a honest job.

Just two days ago, my mom had mentioned to me something about visiting the ABC website for info on "work from home" jobs. I blew it off. I told her they were all a bunch of scams. She's also been trying to get me to sell some of my photos online as well. I'll admit that some of my photography may be matte and frame worthy, but..... I'm kind of embarrassed. I usually don't take compliments or critism very well. I never really know what to say. Not to mention, that art in general is really all about someones' preferences. What I like isn't always what other people like. In fact, it's usually not what other people like. I guess really I was just afraid of failing. Afraid that NO ONE would like them at all. But today, I bit the bullet. They did a story about being cautious with the "work from home" jobs and so I went to the website and checked out the article.

I am going to start out small. Little steps. Just a few of my photos. You can click the link at the top of the left hand column.

I've also decided to give the Google AdSense advertisements a try. If you see an advertisement you may be interested in, feel free to click it! But no unnecessary clicks because I don't want to get in trouble for that. Over the next few days, the ads should begin to be a little more relevant. Right now, I noticed, that most of them are about *shiny things* like gemstones and jewels. But that's ok because I like shiny things!

Isn't that nice?

That is one seriously unflattering photo of myself that I posted yesterday. In my mental state at the time, I didn't realize the severity of said unflatterment. Oooo, look I made a new word!! Please ignore the small, yet obvious, inner tube that is discreetly placed beneath the shirt that apparently should now be given to someone a few sizes smaller than me.

On a completely different subject....
I bought the book "Twilight" the other day while at Wal-Mart. I've heard all the hubbub about the new movie coming out. I'll admit it, the trailer for the movie peaked my interest. I would always rather read the book first though so on every trip to buy groceries I would steal away to the book/magazine rack and see if maybe just maybe.... And ding, ding, ding! They had it. And it was only $8.88. A good bargin if I do say so myself. I am completely enamored. I bought it on Saturday and today I am already on page340 of a 498 page book. Wow! I should try getting a real life instead of reading about exciting ones. I've already started trying to figure out how I can smuggle in the next book in the series, "New Moon". I look at it this way, at least I don't have to wonder about what my next book will be for the next three books I read....AND THEN after that is a book she, Stephenie Meyer, has written that is actually for grown up adults as opposed to the "young adults" that the current series is aimed at. Oh well, I've never really felt my age anyway.


The Day After

That's what today is.... the day after my dad moved back to Florida. I was less than excited yesterday so I didn't post last night.


I had been trying to prepare myself for the whole week, but it didn't really work. He forbid me to cry as he was leaving. He said, "No crying now, ok?" Uh, yea, sure Dad. I did well too! I was actually proud of myself. Just a few tears, not all out sobbing or anything.

Until I got online, to blog about it all. I got sidetracked like usual. I read That Gypsy Girl's post and the sobbing began. I have to admit though, it's good to have a friend who knows exactly how you are feeling.

Today, I tried to ignore the fact that he wasn't here by rearranging what seemed like every room in the house. But in reality was only three of them. It was really hard to walk into the room that used to be occupied by my Dad and find it virtually empty. So we took down my son's full size bed, which took up the majority of his room, and replaced it with the bottom half of a twin bunk bed that my Dad had been using. We are going to get the other half (the top) and the other matching bunk bed in the next few days (to put in our daughters room). We spent the better part of the day just cleaning out and moving stuff in his room. Here's a panorama view of the semi-finished product.

After that, the empty room became an honest to goodness, office.

No more having the computer right smack dab as soon as you walk in my front door. I hated that. It made the room look cluttered. Of course, I've never liked the way that room was set up anyway. It's like an extra room with no purpose. Anyway, I haven't finished putting stuff on the walls yet because I honestly don't decorate well. "Home Interior" is not my friend. They would probably have a heart attack seeing my house.


Those shiny things got me again.

That Gypsy Girl came over today. I was really excited until she said,

"Wait until you see this page with Blogger layouts on it."

OH NO's!!! I just changed my layout. I have to admit that I liked that layout, but I wasn't really excited by it. I knew though that if they were really sweet that I'd have to do all that work all over again. I just can't help it though. Random things. I change my mind about stuff all the time. Just listen to my music and that should tell you something.

Whilst perusing the awesome blog layouts, we were of course sidetracked by other things and came across MyLiveSignature. Needless to say, we were ecstatic. Lots of different fonts, colors, angles...oh my! So yea, it was an exciting afternoon.

T-minus less than 12 hours until Pops leaves to go back to FLA. I'm trying to not think too much about it. I'm ok with it for now, but round about 4 or 5 o'clock tomorrow I probably won't be doing ok. Maybe I should have left the effort of changing out my blog until after he left so that would take up my time.


Itchy *UPDATED*

Today has already started not quite as good as I had hoped.

We've never had a flea problem. We've always had some type of animal running around though. As soon as we got a cat....flea problem. I mean, I'm not trying to say that the dog never had fleas. He did, but he kept them to himself see. Maybe one here or there when he would sit by you. We would give him the occasional flea bath and move on. It was never an issue. I started to notice though that where the dog used to sleep in our bedroom was quickly becoming the place where the cat also wanted to be. That place just so happen to be my side of the room right next to the bed. I usually just climb over and lay down on my side of the bed. However, yesterday my husband and I both noticed that there were a gazillion trillion fleas on our feet once we stepped on my side of the bed. Well, maybe not THAT many, but quite a few. I immediately went into panic mode. AHHH we have an infestation. What are we going to do???? So this morning I've taken all the animals bedding and washed it on the super heavy duty cycle in hot water. Then I sprayed the carpet with some indoor bug-be-gone stuff, let it sit for few minutes then vaccummed and threw the bag in the outside trash can. Viola! No fleas on my feet...and I stood there for a full minute just to see. I then made the mistake of trying to bathe the cat.... Boy that was stupid. But it worked for the most part. I got several fleas off of her. I am pretty pissed off though. Because I bought flea & tick powder and a flea collar a few weeks back and obviously they were not working. Thank goodness I bought that planner so I can remind myself to respray and vaccum for about the next 6 months!!!

What a wonderful week this is turning out to be!


Update:

Ok, so....today got way, way better folks! The school nurse called. We never had a school nurse when I was in school, but my kids do and she's pretty nice too. Anyway, back to the story...my daughter wasn't feeling well. She said she wasn't running a fever but had been complaining off and on all day that her stomach was hurting. This was not news to me because off and on for a couple of days now she has complained at home about the same thing. I thought she just needed to poop. Yesterday she came home and said that a boy in her class had gotten sick. Uh-oh. I began checking her for fevers and what not, but no fevers and no getting sick. So I drove the 20 miles to school to pick her up and I barely got out of town before she had fallen asleep. We had not been home for 10 minutes. She sat straight up on the couch and looked at me with a look of "help" in her eyes.

I said, "Are you ok? Do you need to get sick?"

She said, "I think so."

"Well, go to the bathroom!", I said.

But all you mom's out there know what happened right... she got all the way to the door of the bathroom...and wham-o! After I bravely, without getting sick myself (and this is a feat for me), cleaned up the, uh, mess I asked her exactly what she had eaten for lunch. Of course, since she had just upchucked, she was all happy so happily she said,

"Chicken strips, french fries, and milk."

Urp...urp... I held it in. Thank god 'cause I don't know who was going to clean up after me.

What is really going on here?

Today is not a good day. I know Ice Cube says that today is a good day, but he isn't right on this day. To start out with, the daughter was almost inconsolable for most of the morning. I have no idea what got into her, but she complained her stomach was hurting and begged to stay home with me. I checked for a fever, no, did she have to get sick, no. She said she just wanted to spend some time with me. I couldn't get her to tell me the reason why she was crying huge tears at only 6:30 in the morning and trying desperately to stay home. Then on the way back home from getting them on the bus... I ran over a chicken. That's right, a chicken. This is how I know that I live in the far reaches of the the boondocks. I see these chickens occasionally running around in these peoples' yard when I drive by, but they usually avoid the road. But today, my friends, no. Apparently the whole flock, are they called flocks?, had to cross the damn road. I swerved a bit, but there was a bus coming so I had to make it a quick swerve and this chicken comes out of nowhere and wham! Except it was more like....BWAK!! I looked in the rearview mirror...why did I do that?!... only to see, yep you guess it...feathers flying everywhere!!! Ahhh, wonderful.... Getting home I find the cat on the counter drinking from the leftover milk in my son's cereal bowl. Even better than the chicken, I know that this drink of milk will lead to my cat now having diarrhea in some random spot in the house that I can smell, but not find. Today, I hate my life.

A Trip & A Movie

Saturday I had this bright idea to go do something with the family. Something so we could get out of the house for a little while. At first, I was thinking of going to Lincoln's birthplace and all that jazz, but it's about 3 hours away and we needed something a little bit closer. So I decided that we would go to Mammoth Cave and hike some trails and picnic. Whose bright idea was that again? Oh yea....mine. Today, however, I am saying, what was I thinking? I know we walked way more than a mile and my legs are killing me, but not as bad as I thought they would. I can't think of a better way to spend a beautiful Sunday then to be out in nature. We saw deer, squirrels, a cute little wormy caterpillery thingy, turkeys, butterflies, people in canoes, dogs...no cats though, caves and all sorts of manner of plants. It was nice. It was peaceful. It was free. I want to go again.

After all that, we came home, I cooked some jambalaya, and we sat down for a great family film. "Shutter". It was a pretty good movie, BUT...there is always a but, right? It was a lot like "The Grudge". I know this is a remake of an Asian version of the film from 2004 and I'd like to see that version too. I like these movies because they aren't like American horror movies. Horror movies here usually have lots of blood, gore, sex, language and that kind of thing. This movie isn't like that at all. I think there was like one curse word in the whole movie. There are a couple of scenes that are a little gross, but not over the top and only briefly. Click here for more info from IMDB.

Top of the List

Today was grocery store day. What a relief it is to just walk leisurely through the store.

Until... the top of the most embarrassing things to happen to me as an adult list happened. For anyone reading this who doesn't know me, I used to work at the place where I buy groceries. I worked there for 5 years so I basically know most of the employees there. I also shop there every week for my groceries so I am there all the time. While I was checking out an employee approached me with, "Girl, you are not going to believe what your mother did in here the other day." Oh my lord, what in the world..... Apparently, she threw the biggest of all fits because in order to cash a $10 rebate check, she had to enter her social security number. The employee said that she was stating, loudly I imagine, that it was illegal for them to ask for your SSN and they couldn't do that, and she'd never had to do that before, and yada, yada, yada.... "And then!", she says. "Your mom tore up the check in front of all of our faces!" Oh, well, isn't that nice? She said, "And your mom is usually so nice and always says hello." I'm not sure exactly when this took place, but it made such an impression that....yea. Now my mom is "that" crazy lady that the employees probably try to avoid. Not to mention, that in doing this, she confirmed to all those ex-coworkers that already knew but needed reassurance that I, too, am a crazy lady. I was so embarrassed that I felt the line of red heat go from my chest all the way to the top of my head. I know my face was red. But I be over it now, can't do a thing about it ... so moving on!

*UPDATE: After conversing with my mom about what happened... it turns out that those fine folks at Wally World wanted to charge her $3 to cash that $10 check. That's what the big hub bub was all about actually. And in my mom's defense, I probably would have cried foul over that myself. *


First day of school picture now in!! They were both very happy to be up so early. I, however, don't really recall anything from that morning until I got back from taking them to the bus stop and had a cup of coffee. I know most people never thought they would hear me say that, but I've become addicted to it just the same.






And on to Day Two, or as I like to call it, Freedom Day! How in the world can they be so full of it at 6:30 in the morning?! Can someone please tell me that?

Oh, and there is a shout out to KyJeepChick in these photos. Can you spot it? I bet she can.


After getting the hoodlums off at the bus stop (in the middle of nowhere), I headed to the afore
mentioned grocery store. Got back home just in time to head back out again to eat lunch with the hubby and the hubby's carpooler/friend/co-worker. I haven't been able to do that before and it was kind of nice.

Bowling Green Metalforming = Big stinkin' factory of automotive stuff that I can't take photos of because then they may have to kill me.

But I can tell you it is located in the Kentucky Transpark.





And so far, that was my pretty much uneventful day. Maybe one day, I can blog about something much more meaningful, but until then...

First day down...

The kids first day of school has now come and gone. I think I would have preferred they go the entire day instead of only a half day, but I think I will survive. I got several things done today that would have taken me quite a while longer had they been here, with the Mom...Mom....Mom... I secretly love to hear them say that though. Both of them seem to have enjoyed their classes. Neither of them complained about much. Opal's lunch isn't until 11:55 - 12:15. That's a little late, but he usually eats a good breakfast. All in all, I think it was a good first day.

I am half way excited about the fact that I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow. I know that almost sounds psychotic, being excited about the grocery store, but I get to go by myself. No husband, no kids, just me and my cart and, of course, my trusty list. That, might I add, is conveniently posted in my planner via Post-It. I do plan on AVOIDING the school/office supply aisle this time around because I am going alone and I may enter one end and not exit the other. Got to keep it simple. 'Cause ya know we're ballin' on a budget. :)

Well, off to watch some Olympics and hit the hay early.

Inner Feelings

My page is getting so cluttered! I put the blame for this squarely on the shoulders of those people at Blogger who decided to make "Gadgets" available. As the name of my blog implies, I am run off course frequently by shiny things that catch my attention. In this case, the "things" aren't necessarily shiny per say....quotes and photos and games, oh my! Don't get me wrong I really like all these things, but who can say whether I will still like them tomorrow. Just listening to my music player should tell you that my tastes change. A lot. And moving on to a different subject entirely...

Follow up on the I am NOT a stalker blog... I am so proud of my planner. I have already gotten so much done by having a nice, neat list of all the things I have to do. I've even color coded things, used a Post-It to conveniently have a place to write down what I need from the store when I think of it. (Because we all know how I forget shit all the time if it's not written down.) I did block out the amount of my bills that are due because let's face it, every one has bills and there is no need to burden others with mine, right? And to make it all even more fun, it's pretty to boot! Yes, I am proud of my lists and planners and occasional OCD. Thanks must be given to the lady of the Lemon blog. She rocks. I would never have known about the awesomely cool planners and matching Post-It's at Wal-Mart if it weren't for her blog. So thanks to you Mrs. Lemon, whomever you may be.


*Also I should thank her for the use of objects for the names in the family. I really was looking for a way to not have to use our "real" names and that idea was perfect. So again, thanks to Mrs. Lemon, I don't know you, but your ideas are great!*

I love me some George Carlin...

He always puts things in perspective. He was up front and in your face about everything and I like it. So here are a few quotes that can make you laugh, think, and maybe inspire you.

"The reason I talk to myself is because I'm the only one whose answers I accept."

"Meow" means "woof" in cat."

"Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music."

"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

"May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house."

"I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section? " She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose."

"Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that."

"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done."

"Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that."

"Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty. I see a glass that's twice as big as it needs to be."

"Atheism is a non-prophet organization."

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

"Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy."

"So I say, “Live and let live.” That’s my motto. “Live and let live.” And anyone who can’t go along with that, take him outside and shoot the motherfucker. It’s a simple philosophy, but it’s always worked in our family."

"Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?"

"Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid."

"When you're born into this world, you're given a ticket to the freak show. If you're born in America you get a front row seat."

"Oh Beautiful for smoggy skies, insecticided grain,
For strip-mined mountain's majesty above the asphalt plain.
America, America, man sheds his waste on thee,
And hides the pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea."

"If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?"

"Life gets really simple once you cut out all the bull shit they teach you in school."

"It's never just a game when you're winning. "

"I don't know how you feel, but I'm pretty sick of church people. You know what they ought to do with churches? Tax them. If holy people are so interested in politics, government, and public policy, let them pay the price of admission like everybody else. The Catholic Church alone could wipe out the national debt if all you did was tax their real estate."

"Is a vegetarian permitted to eat animal crackers?"

"Bullshit is truly the American soundtrack. "

"Electricity is really just organized lighting"

"Forget the politicians. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice . . . you don’t. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own, and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought, and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear. They got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying . . . lobbying, to get what they want . . . Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I’ll tell you what they don’t want . . . they don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that . . . that doesn’t help them. That’s against their interests. That’s right. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table and think about how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fuckin' years ago. They don’t want that. You know what they want? They want obedient workers . . . Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork. And just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they’re coming for your Social Security money. They want your fuckin' retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They’ll get it . . . they’ll get it all from you sooner or later cause they own this fuckin' place. It’s a big club and you ain't in it. You and I are not in The big club. By the way, it’s the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table has tilted folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. Good honest hard-working people . . . white collar, blue collar it doesn’t matter what color shirt you have on. Good honest hard-working people continue, these are people of modest means . . . continue to elect these rich cocksuckers who don’t give a fuck about you. They don’t give a fuck about you . . . they don’t give a fuck about you. They don’t care about you at all . . . at all . . . at all, and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. That’s what the owners count on. The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that’s being jammed up their assholes everyday, because the owners of this country know the truth. It’s called the American Dream cause you have to be asleep to believe it..."

"Weather forecast for tonight: dark, continued dark overnight with widely scattered light by morning."

"I don't have pet peeves - I have major psychotic fucking hatreds."


Second Favorite Quote:
"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating …and you finish off as an orgasm."


Number One Favorite Quote:
"Religion has convinced people that there's an invisible man ... living in the sky. Who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn't want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer, and suffer, and burn, and scream, until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you. He loves you and he needs money."

It's late for me...

I am trying to get back into my "normal" routine. When the kids get out of school for the summer, I sort of slack off on my own schedule. As you may have read, I purchased a planner to better organize myself. I spent most of yesterday filling it in with various duties that I should get up off my butt and do and I even used my new highlighters. So today, I was forced to forgo my usual internetting to do the household chores... BOO! Chores! I had no idea that it would take me most of the stinkin' day to them either. I've tried to pace myself throughout the week. Not scheduling myself too much on each day. I'm trying to keep busy so I'm not sitting on this computer all day long.

After dinner I decided to upload a few photos that I had taken of Carrots because I had been meaning to do it, but found myself up to my ears in Green Works and sponges. I really enjoy taking photographs. It really doesn't matter what the subject is, but I'm much better with nature photography. Not so good with people pictures. I never know how to pose people. I always end up making them look like robots or worse. But when you have a willing participate in the festivities who is in agreement when things just look weird, it makes it soooo much better.





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I AM NOT a stalker...I swear!

If you haven't read any of Lemonade Living, you should. Mrs. Lemon is great. I have found after reading several of her blogs that we have similar issues/ideas/likes. (Except for the church going part!) I also have a decorating problem. I don't have empty picture frames, but I have pictures without frames. My dining room table is quite empty as well and I have absolutely no idea what to put on it. Recently, to my horror, a post about the school/office supplies was made. I say "to my horror" because I LOVE THE SCHOOL SUPPLY AISLE TOO! My husband avoids this area at all costs when we are together because I'm like a kid in a candy store there. Pens, markers, post-it's...it doesn't matter...I want them all!! I don't even go to Hobby Lobby anymore. All the choices make me want to sit in the fetal position.

In a freaky coincidence, I had been contemplating whether a planner would help me out. I just couldn't decide. You see, I am a list maker. I make lists for everything it seems. But I have to because I am so forgetful. I have to make sure I write everything down. Every month I print out a calendar and write down the "To-Do's" for that month. From bill amounts and when they are due to the kids schedules of stuff. Then I read Mrs. Lemon's need for rehab. Wow...that planner is excellente! I've got to have one. And MATCHING POST-IT'S!! OMG!!!! So today I broke down...I even bought highlighters. For color coding, ya know.

I think that maybe certain aisles should have warning signs. Or maybe I should just not go to the store by myself.

Wisconsin to New York

First off, what has happened to my "Blog List"? Is anyone else seeing my links? Because I'm not seeing anything at all. Just the title "Blog List". This is semi-irritating to me.

The whole reason I was going to blog today was because I am very excited to know that Brett Favre is going to the New York Jets. I was so afraid that he was going to end up in Tampa Bay and, well, just no to that one. Hopefully, he can turn that organization around to become a winning franchise. This sort of reminds me of last year when I said to myself there was no way that Dale Earnhardt, Jr. would go drive for Richard Hendrick. He would not to that to his loyal fans. Go drive for the enemy. But guess what, he did. And now, despite all my kicking and screaming, I'm still a Dale Jr. fan.... I've been a Packer fan for about 16 years now. Basically ever since Favre began playing there. I like the Packers less for their team and more for the nostalgic history of the team. Just like Chicago. As anybody who knows me already gets, I love history. Anything that pertains to historical things. I think we can learn a lot from the past. Obviously, the Packer organization didn't learn anything from their past. For all his greatness, Favre has only won 1 Super Bowl, but he is still a good player. I, being just a fan, feel that they with a new coach were just ready to begin a new era in the Packer lore. And that's fine. You have to start somewhere right? But...there is always a "but"... I think they should have given options to the veteran QB. Yes, yes, I know, everyone has something to say about the retirement/un-retirement deal. But he only "retired" after last season. Not two or three times like people are making it out to be. Most fans knew that he did not want to quit playing football. But it seemed obvious that he was made to believe that he should.

No one can play forever, but I don't think that your age should be the defining factor in quitting your profession. There are plenty of quarterbacks (and other positions) who didn't play as well as Favre did last year. There are some who played much better. No one is perfect every year. Just ask the Patriots. *cheater pants* Tom Brady is getting on up there in years....maybe it's time for him to retire too.





Before deciding to move on, one should ask themselves... do I have heart? Is this still fun? If those things are gone....what else is there?

Oh wait...wait! I almost forgot...the main reason I'm excited about the Jets...their colors... I love green!!!




100th Post



Woo hoo! This is my 100th post to Blogger. Thank you, thank you...please hold your applause. It's the 100th time you've had to listen to me be uncertain and complain about life in general. The little confetti man should be for you, faithful reader. Oh, who am I kidding? No one reads this dribbling nonsense any way. If anyone did read this they would know that I am one confused individual. My mind goes everywhere from moment to moment. I call what goes on around here a SNAFU. Everyone knows what that stands for right? "Situation Normal: All Fucked Up" And that pretty much sums it all up.

One week left. Just one week until my kiddos go back to school. It's hard to believe that they are already in the 2nd and 3rd grades. I am hoping that things will go smoothly this year. That the kids won't be complete and utter asses in class. Already they act like teenagers who don't listen to a word I say. I've been telling them for a week to clean their rooms. I still can't see the floor. But I have to clean the rest of the house so I don't want to do their rooms too! *stomps foot* I guess the big clean out will take place in T-minus 7 days. More than half of the "toys" and other crap in there never sees the light of day anyway so I might as well make it disappear. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Speaking of....I've got to have a yard sale or take a load of stuff to the Goodwill. I probably have about a zillion items of clothing that I either can't, won't, or don't wear. It's just taking up space in my closet, dresser, and floor. I don't know why I'm hanging on to them either. It just builds up and before you know it...blamo, closet full of shit you haven't worn since....high school. Yep, I have a dress that I wore in high school....11 freakin' years ago. Why do I still have this? Someone please tell me. I guess I should put in for that show...oh what's it called? You know the one where those two people come into your closet and tell you...oh yea it's "What Not to Wear". They should just come with a dump truck and take this stuff somewhere, anywhere, but here.

And you know what else is bothering me...Dish Network. I really don't like those people. Every month the bill is due on the 1st. Every month. First I should say that if I receive a phone call from and "Unknown Caller". I DO NOT answer it. If you aren't brave enough to give me your number, then leave a freakin' message. Back to what I was saying....today is the 6th of the month. For the past TWO days I have been getting the said "Unknown Caller" calls. No messages left on machine. So finally, finally, I answer the phone today. It's a friendly automated
reminder that my bill was due...ALL OF 5 FUCKING DAYS AGO. But mind you, they have been calling since Monday. So the bill was 2 days late and they started to call. Ridiculous. I would think that the whopping $75 a month I pay would warrant giving me at least a week leeway before you start harassing me about my damn bill.

....and guess what? I've lost my train of thought. What's new. I guess that means I'm done for the day.

Rocking in my Corner

I am absolutely bored today. School starts in about 9 days. I feel totally unprepared, but it's coming anyway. If I think I am bored now, just wait until there is only me in the house from 6:30 in the morning until 4:00 in the afternoon. They will find me curled in a little ball rocking in the corner one day, I'm sure of it.

All the joys of my dad moving back in May are quickly leaving. He's moving back to Florida the end of the month. He's a grown man and I can't tell him what to do, but I don't want him to go so soon. He says that he is bored, not ready for retirement, and wants to go back to work. I can't blame him. I'm bored too!!! He said he wasn't going back for good, but when I asked if he could at least come back for Christmas, he said he'd try. Try. That sucks. He hasn't been here for any of the kids Christmas'. Maybe when my boy was just a baby, but none where they can remember him. I was looking forward to having him here for the holidays this year. But it's not about me, it's about him being happy and so I am trying to come to terms with that.

My husband and I have been contemplating a move as of late. More my husband, less of me. Mostly because of the economy. He has a job waiting, according to my brother, so that just makes it more enticing. I've done a tiny bit of research of the area and rental prices are through the roof in my opinion. $1,500 a month for a 3 bed, 1 bath home? No thanks. Purchasing a home would be the way to go. A $100,000 home could be purchased for less than $1,000 a month. That seems more logical. Why pay that much rent for something that will never be yours? But with buying comes down payments, closing costs, all that other bullshit they tack on for good measure....sheesh....it will take months for us to save up that. Then, of course, there is the actual cost of moving. We won't even go there right now.

Money is THE root of all evil. Everything revolves around money, money, money. We work our entire lives for what? Money. Money for this, money for that. And for what? We can't take it with us when we go, but we've got to fuckin' have it, none the less. I think I maybe in a cynical mood today.

I just realized that, in fact, I've blogged about this stuff already. See I do get overly stressed on situations that really are out of my control. I need to just let happen what ever is going to happen. Breathe in, breathe out. Move on.

Terry Bradshaw's Thoughts on the Packers

What the heck are the Packers thinking?
By Terry Bradshaw


"There has to be more to this whole Brett Favre story than we really know right now. Because how is it possible that one of the greatest quarterbacks to ever play the game, maybe the greatest Packer ever, isn't given at least a chance to compete for his old job?

I have the feeling that Brett must have been pressured into retiring. When I retired, I was done. I couldn't throw. My body said I was done. I had no choice and never looked back, but Brett had a great year last season. I know he threw that interception against the Giants at the end of the NFC title game, but that isn't enough to say he's a declining player. I don't how you can label him a loser because they lost to the Giants and he didn't play well in the second half. As I recall, Tom Brady lost to the Giants, too.

I was at the Hall of Fame luncheon today in Canton and most of the former players I talked to thought it was insulting that the Packers are offering him some marketing deal worth $20 million not to play. How dare they do that simply to keep him from playing?

The other thing is: How can Packers coach Mike McCarthy really believe that Aaron Rodgers is better than Brett because of how Rodgers has performed in seven-on-seven drills in mini-camps? That's how he won the job — on the practice field!

What's wrong with allowing Brett to come back and at least compete for his old job? Let the fans and coaches see who is the better quarterback. And if they are so worried about letting him compete in Green Bay, then let Brett go play somewhere else even if it means Minnesota.

A lot of great quarterbacks — Johnny Unitas, Joe Namath, Bert Jones and Joe Montana — finished their careers with another team. So what Brett is asking to do — to play somewhere else — is not that unusual. It didn't work out for all of those guys, but they still wanted to play and I think that's every player's right to make that decision.

I don't know how this is going to end. I still can't believe that the Packers aren't going to allow performance on the practice field, in training camp, to decide who gets the play. In the NFL, I thought the best player played.

The Packers have a real dilemma on their hands. If Brett doesn't take this money, still asks to play for the Vikings and Green Bay doesn't let him, that franchise jeopardizes its relationship with one of its greatest players.

I mean, if Brett leaves the game angry, he may stay away from Green Bay forever. The hope is that within five years, he will be going into the Hall of Fame and the Packers would want to be a big part of that. But right now, it looks like the Packers have a lot of patching up to do."


See article here on FoxSports.com.

Athens Boys Choir

I just totally stole this video from Pocket Buddha. It is totally worth it.