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8月2日 Starting over AGAINOkay...so the last I blogged was having my new little one at home and how tired I was and no sleep yadda yadda yadda....WELL....it's all the same but not so bad. I think I'm remembering this whole "having a new baby" thing and it has all come rushing back to me pretty fast. By the way in my last blog I told you all we would call the baby Squeaker (or some crap like that) because we hadn't heard him cry yet.....let me tell you right now....we are changing that name. He doesn't cry a lot....but we sure know he's here now. Anyway....I think I'll call him what Bo calls him.....and he calls him Boop. I don't know why.....it just came out one day and stuck. So if I say Boop....you all know I mean the new baby. Okay let's test it. "I took Boop to the store the other day"......Who ? you ask.....you didn't pay attention....the new baby is Boop!!! Anyway...that's what we'll call him and I really will try to start blogging everyday. I miss the therapy of it all....and I miss the friends I made.2月12日 Good Grief Okay...picture if you will a one eyed, half asleep, frazzled woman (the gigs up...it's me) and she has gone one month with only 3 hours sleep at a time. By they way I'm not complaining about that.....Sissy wouldn't even sleep that long. Anyway...here's this poor excuse of a woman who cringes upon hearing the squeak of the little being lying beside her. Once again the little man is hungry (note to self.....ask doctor if male child has tape worm). She gets up and after feeding (yes by breast....yaaaw), diapering (yes stinky....ewwwww) and rocking this little man is looking up at her, bright eyed and not looking sleepy at all.
Now since this lady has been going so long with no sleep...and she hasn't asked for help yet, she figures now is the time to nudge "Ole What's His Name" and ask for a little rocking action. Upon said nudge, Bo grunts, farts and rolls over....."You want me to get up?" The shock on his face was hilarious......
well folks I had a story to tell....but Squeaky's worm is acting up again......maybe later....love you all 1月29日 Can you feel the love? On January 12, 2007 at 4:11p.m. a beautiful baby boy was born to Bo, Sissy, Squash and myself. (*Thank you God*) He is absolutely wonderful, healthy and seems to be happy with us. We have decided to call him "Squeaker" in this blog....simply because we have not heard him cry yet....only squeak. (Yes, I know this will change.) Now that I am off of bedrest and no longer resemble an ambling cow I will try to come back to blogging.....I just hope some of you still remember me.
Squeaker
January 12, 2007
4:11 p.m.
7lbs
20 3/4 in.
black hair 8月20日 Slow Sunday huh? It's a beautiful slow Sunday today. I awoke at the time "I" wanted to...I made pancakes for my family because "I" wanted to and I sat around on my expanding butt because "I" wanted to. Then something happened to make me go in the yard. I don't know what it was nor do I care...the important thing here is that I got up and went out there. I stopped my slow Sunday and went out there...and what did I discover you may ask?!?! I discovered that I need to find some big scary weapon and hunt down my son that's what !!! Picture this: I'm strolling around the back yard with nothing particular on my mind....the birds are singing and the wind is blowing. I'm at peace with life for this moment UNTIL.....I walk around the side of my house and there.....on the brick......in BIG RED spray paint is my son's name!!! ON the side of the house! Painted on the brick ! Won't come off! People can drive by, read this, shake their heads and say, "Poor white trash" !!! Can you believe this? Well I can't. I'm pretty pissed about the whole thing and poor ole Bo knew I was because I think he put Squash into some kind of protection program......I can't find that boy! Bo told me to calm down because it would probably come off. Oh....well I guess I should of thought of that right????? The first thing to go through my mind (after beating Squash) was what in the world will take spray paint off of brick. So I finally found Squash and sent him out with a rag (that's a 'dishcloth' for you yankees) and some Dawn detergent. He scrubbed and scrubbed, but of course Dawn wasn't quite put together for such a job. So I broke out the Comet with bleach....and sent Squash out there to work. After about 15 minutes (a fair time) he came back in with his head hanging down. You see......I told him if he doesn't get his big ole red name off of the side of my house tonight then he's getting a good old fashioned butt 'whoopin'. So now Bo (who thinks this is funny) has belted Squash into the Jeep and has raced down to Wal-Hell and is going to buy paint thinner. Okay all you men out there.....will paint thinner take spray paint off of brick? Well, I don't know yet....but I'll probably let you know tomorrow.
The way you will all know is my blog title is "I once had a son named Squash" or if the title is "Thank God for paint thinner." If any of you know anything else to use....please, now is the time to comment!!! 8月16日 Ewww I Hate That RabbitHave you ever had that one special person in your life that stood out among the others.....simply because you couldn't stand them.....and for no reason? Well I have that person...in fact I have several. (I guess I'm blessed) But one in particular made my life in highschool pure heck. Let's call her "MaryEllen".....and let's call her that because it's her real name and I hope she stumbles into my blog and knows that I let the world know all about her. MaryEllen was the Joker to my Batman....the Green Goblin to my Spiderman....the Yosimite Sam to my Bugs Bunny, the...... well, I can't think of any others right now....but you can see where I'm going with this.
Picture a pale white girl....bright red hair....loud obnoxious voice and the personality of a battleax. Yep...that's good old MaryEllen for you. The thing is though...at first I had no bad blood for her....heck, I didn't know her. But it became glaringly obvious to me in about the 8th grade that no matter what I did....she was going to try to do me one better. If I got a 99 on a test.....Pippy Longstocking would try for 100, if I made 1st chair in band (yes......*sniff *sniff...my name is Tina and I was a band geek), then she would try to take that position from me. For some reason she always wanted whatever I had.
Our feuding was so bad that by my Senior year in highschool I had gone to the front office for every sibling she had. You see...when I do something...I go all the way. I couldn't simpy hate MaryEllen....oh no, that's way to easy on a person. I had to hate her entire family....and like I said, at some point or other I was sent to the office for all four of those snotheads.
I look back now and I really don't know why I hated her so much.....but I still can not stand the thought of her and it's been um.....a few years ago. I also wonder why she hated me so much. I don't remember ever starting anything with her, ever purposely hurting her or doing anything to give her reason to treat me badly....but she did.
I wonder if she's a grown up lady now....kids of her own....a mortgage, car payment and dentist bills.....does she ever pause in the middle of a busy day and think, "Ewww.....I sure hate that old Tina." I'm sure she probably does....I mean heck, I just spent 20 minutes blogging about the bitty and I'M the normal one!! Right???
~Sleep well my friends....and be who you are.
*Cause I won't know who the heck you are if you're someone else! 8月14日 Como Se llama When I was a child it didn't take me long to discover that my parents spoke a totally different language than anyone else....mmm...on earth. But see they were sneaky about it....they spoke in English....but an English that no one understood except us kids.
I learned that they didn't want to come right out and say things easy for me to understand ....Nope, they wanted to say things in this weird language and then it was up to me to translate into what they really meant. How proud they must have been when I finally caught on and could communicate with them! A normal conversation at our house might go something like this:
"Mama....Wendy asked me if I can spend the night at her house can I? Can I? Can I?" Then I would get this smile and a
rub on the shoulder and this phrase, "We'll see.".....At first...I thought this meant Mama and Daddy were going to sit, think it over, weight the options...the pros and cons and 'see' if it was okay for me to trot on over to Wendy's house....But, um, nope that isn't quite what "We'll see" meant.
Like I've told you before I was a bright child, so it didn't take me long at all to figure out that "we'll see" really meant, "Hell no you can't, and now you're in trouble for asking in front of her."
Here's another: "Hey Tina.....do you love me baby?" Being young and sweet I would yell back, "Yes I love you!!" thinking that the overwhelming feeling of love for me had just come over my parents. NOW I know the question really meant, "Hey Tina...bring me a glass of tea!" When I think back, I think I loved the way we talked to each other. We had phrases, inside jokes and sayings that were a part of our family that no one else would 'get'....but thank goodness for them. No one I know would understand the humor of "What box?", but say that around my family and laughter will erupt. Ahh the beauty of being a part of a family.
One of the phrases I did NOT like however was the dreaded, "Maybe next time". I hated these words because that meant, "NO"....everytime, all the time....it meant 'NO'. I'll show you how it worked:
"Mama.....the other girls in school are going to the movies...can I go too?" Slight pause.......short sniff....and...."Maybe next time". Nope....I sat at home that night.
"Mama...I've never got to mix the cake batter before...can I try it now?"....Slight pause.....short sniff....and "Maybe next time." My cakes now suck because of 'maybe next time'.
Those words, without a doubt, always meant NO. Which reminds me..... I have a really great story to tell you about this....probably one of the funniest I have ever blogged. I think you'll enjoy it and maybe even tell it to your kids one day....you know what? *Sniff............"MAYBE NEXT TIME". 8月11日 Come One, Come All I have been trying (with no success at all ) for the last three days to blog......and for some reason I would type out my heart, pour my tears into a blog, sweat and agonize...okay, I'm laying it on a little thick here...but anyway, for some reason I couldn't publish my entry. It really torks my behind too because one of the blogs was pretty durn funny. Oh well....just a memory now.
I've been trying to decide if I should publish the real name for my baby to be. As you all know, I don't use Sissy or Squash's real names....so now I must either confess this baby's name, or choose another goofy nic name to bestow on this innocent babe. At first I was thinking "Wilbert" or "Pete" or "Herman"....of course I sat down....waited for the fever to drop...and then moved on to another nic name. I thought of cutsie names like "Angel" or "Princess", but those just made me want to dry heave and again....I moved on. So here's what I think....if the new baby is to be a girl I will call her "GIRL" and if he's a he then I'll call him "BOY"....what do you think?
I know...I know...not very original and not very witty. So come on my friends....help me think of a good name to call this baby in my blog. Keep in mind that I already have beautiful names picked out for this baby and you won't be ruining anything....so throw anything at me. I"m a blank page waiting for ideas....open to all suggestions.....broad as the horizon. Do you like "Sassafrass"? Well then comment that one to me ! Like "Boogie Boy"?.....well, just send it my way! Does "Cooter" sound like a good nic to you?...Well, just keep that one to yourself....that's just plain silly and as you know.....I don't do silly around here....right?!?! LOL
 So there you go.....that's your homework....send in goofy names and the one who has the best nic name that I end up going with.....well, I'll email you the baby's REAL name....how's that for cash and prizes?!?! 8月3日 Ring the Bell......Time for School It's time again for little ones to go to bed early, rise with the sun and trek off to learn, learn learn. Of course at my house it's more like fight to get them in the bed, fight to get them up by school time and fight, fight, fight with the school. Ahhhh....I just love this time of year.
Tonight we went to Sissy's orientation...my baby is starting Jr. High. I look at her, how small she is and I kind of worry. She's a lot smaller than girls her age. Those girls I saw tonight....wheew!! They had big...um, filled out....uh....shaped....'persons' and here little Sissy is with her flat little um.....well, her tiny little......okay, my baby hasn't quite blossomed yet. She's entering Jr. High and still wearing size 10 little girl clothes. But she'll be okay....besides, I think I'm glad that she hasn't quite got the shape of the other girls yet. It will help her in the long run. The other little girls tonight were wearing makeup (I had to make Sissy wash her face before we left), they had curled their hair (Sissy pulled hers back in a pony tail) and they were wearing mini skirts and tight shirts (Sissy was wearing cut off blue jeans and the American Idol shirt I got at the concert last night). But like I said...I'm relieved.
BUT telling you that made me think of this....I WENT TO THE AMERICAN IDOL CONCERT LAST NIGHT !!!! I was afraid it was going to be cheesy, but it really was great. I saw all the faces I grew to love during the season and heard the songs I rocked along with on my living room couch. It was really nice and I enjoyed it.
Anyway....it's getting late and my eyes are closing on me, so I'll wish you all good night and look for you next time. 7月30日 How Much Fer the Lamp Shade? Well yesterday I had a yard sale.....remind me dear friends that if...in the future I ever blog, "Hey, I think I'll have a yard sale..." PLEASE remind me that I really don't want to do that. I can't believe all of the work that went into it and then all the work after! (Not to mention it was 105 in the shade yesterday).
All day I watched people. I mean I really watched them good too. It amazes me how different people are. There were uppity folks who walked and gazed, but didn't dare touch my filth; There were nerdy people who only wanted Star Trek items (sorry I didn't have any) and there were professional yard salers who haggled and fought over every little item.
While sitting there I watched a LARGE green pontiac come roaring into the driveway, sputtering and coughing like a dragon who had smoked 5 packs of Camels his whole life. The huge door swung slowly open and out crawled this entire family of....well they were kind of like....hmmmm...how does one say this nicely? Okay...so there's no way to put this nicely, they were a great, big ole' family of rednecks! First 'Mama Moo Moo' comes out "totin'" one of the "youngn's" who was clinging to her huge frame like a baby monkey on Animal Planet. She had bright red hair that flew in all directions and her cigarrette dangled in her mouth....I don't think she was even a smoker. The poor fella she was carrying was wearing only a diaper and was sucking on a pacifier like there was no tomorrow. Kool aid stains from the day before made him look like he was smiling at us the whole time, so I didn't know if I should smile back or run for a wipey. He was holding on for dear life as she swung around, not even holding him up. ( I guess it wouldn't have looked so funny if he hadn't been fifteen years old!!!) Well, she turned around to let the others out of the back seat....and then out crawled 'Wanda Winey Tail' who wined and cried from the minute I saw her face until the red tail lights were only a memory. No matter what she touched she screamed, "But Maw....I really want this!!" and then would burst out screaming when ole' Maw slapped her and said she couldn't have the cordless drill.
After Wanda came 'But Will You Take a Dime Derryll'. This kid was just about as skinny as a pole and kept this goofy lookin' buck tooth grin on his face. He brought up a pair of shorts that wouldn't even fit him in the year 2015 and asked how much. I told him a quarter (good grief....I thought that was pretty cheap) and he said, wiping away the spit in the corners of his mouth, "but will you take a dime?" He put the shorts back and brought over one of Bo's old tool sets. I told him a dollars and he said, (say it with me now....) "but will you take a dime?"
Then I heard 'PowerHouse Pa' come climbing out of the car and slam the big door. He took three steps and I reached to settle the things on the tables. This great big man walked over, hitched up his overalls and said to no one in particular and without even looking around, "They ain't a damn thing here...let's go stand in the shade." .....and his family ignored him.
I bet they were there for an hour. They touched, they picked up, they listened to, they groped and I pretty sure they spit on every item I had out there. Ole' Pa was sitting in the shade spitting black juice ocassionally and letting the baby crawl all over him like a park ride. (I think the kids was in search of the slot the quarter goes in). I'm not even sure he knew there was a baby there....he just kept swatting at him like there were flies around.
Eventually the "Redneck Family Robinson" took their leave and with them they took the lid to a old Tupper Wear bowl (no not the bowl too...they only wanted the lid, and yes it was a dime), a pair of size 18 pants (for the baby) and a book on how to grow your own tulips. I sat there waving bye to them and wondering which one of them was going to read the book......then it dawned on me they probably had a couch with a broken leg and they were going to use the book to 'prop' it up.
I sat out there all day, burned up, worked hard and watching people....and at the end of the day I don't even think I broke even.......Oh well.....next time I say I want to have a yard sale I think I'll just sit and wait until the thought passes! 7月16日 *Yep I'm back......double! Now don't anyone worry 'cause I don't plan on being one of those bloggers who can find nothing better to blog about than my expanding waistline, or how my stomach itches or how glorious this morning sickness is. Nope, not me....I don't want to talk about puking and how joyful that can be. (Besides those women are all lying...nobody likes to puke). I will update you on my pregnancy every once in a while and answer if anyone asks....but I WILL NOT drive you crazy with nasy details that you really don't care about anyway.....by the way, have I told you how bad my feet are starting to swell?!?!?
I do want to thank the ones who came back here and left comments. I do appreciate your ideas, but here is my problem. Bo and I have this thing and the thing is....if I went to school or he went to school with someone with that particular name and we couldn't stand them then that name is out. OR if I dated a guy with that name or.....you see how this is going right? So.........if you suggest a name and I poo-poo don't take it to heart....it probably just reminds me of some snotty little uppity girl I had to sit next to in 3rd grade....(Yes Holly, I'm talking about you). Anyway....send more suggestions...I really am considering each and every one..!
Until then... 7月8日 I Just Didn't Know.... My first real blog back should be my news. Okay....buckle your seat belts....tighten your drawers and take a deep breath. I, good ole' Tina.......am going to have a baby!! Yep, I know.....I have two kids who can brush their teeth, fix their meals, and pretty much take care of themselves and here I am starting all over again. Believe me friend, I'm as surprised as you are. Anyway, I'm about three months along and of course don't know the gender yet. I'm thinking this time of not finding out. I knew with both Sissy and Squash and I'm thinking this is my last chance at this whole baby birthing thing so a surprise might be kind of fun. Then again, I know me....what is it? what is it? what is it? I'll probably cave and have to know.
Well, you all know that I always have some big dilema going on and this month's is this. ...We have a name if the baby is a boy, but we can't agree on anything for a girl! So here's where you all come in......HELP!!!!!! I need ideas, suggestions, guesses...anything I can get. By the way, if our bundle o' baby is a boy then his name will be.....oh wait, I haven't told you our first two kids names....guess I shouldn't tell this ones either. Hmm.....what do you think? Should I tell???? I hope some of you come back to visit here again. I think I'm over my blues and have all kinds of goofy thoughts going through my head that I'd love to share.
Have a great weekend
Until then..... 7月5日 ~So here's the thing......with this new job I can't blog. That's the plain, cold, hard truth of it all. The job is great (kinda slower than I'm use to) and I really like the people there, but sitting in an office with other people and seeing 'the public' just doesn't give me a chance to blog.
So now I'm thinking that I've gone so long now without blogging that you have all forgotten me....I'm not sure....what do you think???? Should I give it one more shot???? 5月11日 Til Death do us Part So with this new job I have new duties.( LOL..I always thought the word 'duties' was so funny)...anyway....one of my *giggle giggle* 'duties' is to perform wedding ceremonies. At first I thought it was kinda corny....but I have really grown to like it. Take today for example.....
We're standing there...me, bride, groom and 14 other various friends and/or family members. I'm going along quite smoothly and feeling pretty proud of myself for getting all of the words right and of course something happened. Things can't ever just go smoothly for me. Some idiot always has to throw in amonkey wrench or I have to trip or SOMETHING to show me I should never get proud feeling for doing good.
So there I am feeling proud for doing good and the groom is starting to look....well, he looked like he'd had one too many tacos and the burrito stand was about to close. I told him to repeat after me and this is how it went.
"Al...repeat after me.....I Al," "I Al"
"Take thee Kelly....." "Take thee Kelly"
"To be my wedded wife" "To be my......wife." At this point I realized old Al wasn't going to fly so high with the 'big' words. Anyway I get through all of the richer and poorer and sickness and all and then near the end I say,
".....'til death do us part." and dear sweet Al said,
"....'til.....when? When did you say?" and I answered before I thought about it.
"Until you're dead Al....that's when." Everyone busted out laughing....he said I do....and then he was done. I realized I need to stop and think while performning these things. Had I had a family without a good sense of humor it could have turned ugly....fast. So from now on....unless they look like funny people...I'll just keep my lil' jokes for myself.
I've married lots o' freaks so far too. I married a girl who was crying (not the happy kind either) and wouldn't look at the poor slob of a groom. When I told him he could kiss the bride he said, 'nah, that's okay'. Now I always admit I'm not the brightest little light on the tree....but something clued me in that theirs is not gonna be the love story that hits the big screen.
I married a couple who had rings but the groom was too shy to put it on her in front of everyone. When I told him to repeat after me, he said OUTLOUD "oh God...why me?" I know you all are reading this and thinking....'boy that Tina sure can make up some goofy stuff." But folks I kid you not....you can't make up this kind of crap...it's real...right down to the names.
I'm just waiting for a really good couple to come in....cause I haven't got one of those yet.....so if you're out there....in love and want to get married.....well, just come on down south and look me up. First I'll look at you in a panic state then I'll scream, "Run.....run you idiot!!Don't throw your life away!!"<----just teasing :)
Thanks for your comments....and I'll see you when the sun goes down again.......*nite. 5月9日 Are you still out there?I haven't blogged in so long that I'm starting to wonder if my buddies are still out there. I think my timing is off. See when I worked for 'Sir Bitch A Lot' I could blog in the morning and get out all of the things that had bothered me or angered me or tickled me the night before. NOW that I'm working in a public office I can't blog! Picture this....
I'm sitting there on a rainy Monday morning, minding my own business and working hard.Well some idiot walks around the corner and smiles at me like he's suffering from severe gas pains. Of course I smile back, suffernig with the same pains and I wait for him to ask his question.
"Excuse me miss......is this the courthouse?" <---This one tickles me because how many great big, white buildings with huge columns and lots of steps are there in small towns like mine?
"Yes sir....this is it Mr. Moron." So then he breaks out in a really cheesy grin and starts unfolding 47 papers that have apparently been folded for 14 years. They reak of cigarrette smoke and pee....maybe that's why they are yellow. How the pee got there I don't know.....and I'm not askin' neither.
"Mam'm I got this here letter....and I don't know what to do." He hands it to me (and yes....goodness gracious....I take it) and I scan over it. Yep...dated September 12, 1983. This man's an outdated idiot.
"Well sir...you can fold this back up and toss it in the nearest can...it's kinda old you know." He wads the paper up on the spot and tosses it in the trash. Now I'm kinda hoping that it wasn't a Last Will or something....damn, probably should have actually read the thing. Anyway, he smiles and nods like he understands (he doesn't) and walks off telling me how smart I am. (Gee I'm so proud).
So I'm sitting there thinking about how stupid people are and decide to fire up the old computer and tell all my blog buddies about the idiot I encounted today. I'm knee deep in written insults regarding this man and laughing out loud at my own wittiness when I hear a cough. I turn and there stands the idiot from 1983 reading over my shoulder!!! I'd be shocked, embarrassed, humiliated, humbled....I mean all KINDS of adjectives! Nope....just wouldn't do to blog at work.....I guess I'm just too mean.
So now I need to figure out when I can blog. When I get home at night I feel drained and tired (but then again, who doesn't?). On weekends would be too few and far between....crap....I guess I'm just going to have to become a night time blogger.
Gosh...I said that like I was ashamed.
"Hi...I'm Tina and.....I'm a night time blogger". Anyway...I'm trying to get back in the saddle again.....sure hope this cow doesn't throw!
*It is necesarry for me to say how much I have missed you all??? I have missed you tons and hope my name has crossed your bloggin' hearts.
**Again....I pride myself in professionalism and would never have the above described problem....unless of course I was having an 'off' day! :) 4月24日 FAT CATS I just can't figure out rich people. When you stop and really think about it and don't forget to start again (hey, been there done that)......those same high falootin' folks who could buy China are really just like you and me....well, at least like me. And by 'me' what I really mean to say is 'those less fortunate' or 'poor'. I thought this over folks....and I think for all their money and fanciness....they are just poor people with fancy words. Try these on for size and see if you don't agree with me.
You take that fancy stuff they call 'pate'(pronouned 'paa-tay') the stuff they smear all over crackers. They feel really rich eating this stuff because the name sounds cool. Well hell, we've had that stuff down here in the South for a LONG time.....'cept we just call it 'potted meat'. It's eaten the same way though. Take away all the glory names, what it boils down to is 'parts'. The liver, spline, tongue....and all the extra crap the butcher swept up off the floor. Cram that into a can and call it 'pate' and those with lots of dough will pay big bucks.....call it 'potted meat' and rednecks think there's a party!
Those with more money seem to think they are really something because they eat Soushi too. Well whoop-ti-doo. I ate my first can of sardines when I was knee high to a duck and it's the same concept.....RAW FISH. How is it possibly different????
What about Grey Poupon? Why can't they just say spicy mustard like the rest of us? And when you think of it...ours is better because at least we can squeeze it out of the bottle. Every jar of 'grey poop' that I ever saw takes a knife or spoon to get it out! Sheesh!
I think calling their food by big words is a way to feel superior. I think the next time I kick back on the couch....I mean 'sofa', I'll crack open a can of 'pate' and drink non-alcoholic wine.....(or as us po' folks call it...'kool aid') I'll keep in mind that rich people aren't any better than me.....they just say it better....that's all.
*Happy Monday everyone! 4月20日 Monday On Monday I start my new job clerking for a Judge here in my county. I'm so glad too! I've been pretty happy about it but wasn't suppose to tell anyone about it because the county keeps things kinda hush-hush. Don't know why.
With a new job means I can create a whole new 'me'. I can go in and be the happy-little-do-gooder or I can be Ms.-Silent or I can be everybody's best friend. It's kinda cool to go to a new place with new faces. Any of the traits that I have that irritate people....well, I can make darn sure not to display those....and I can try to be the person I always wanted to be! I want lots of good things to come from this job so you guys wish me luck!
Things have been going pretty good around here too. Last night I went to bed early (Bo had to study for a class he is teaching) and for no reason at all he came in and kissed me on the forehead! Now I know after 13 years of marriage that's no big deal, but for Bo....well it was something. He's not use to showing affection, so it really meant a lot to me. Funny how something as small and goofy as a kiss on the forehead can affect you huh? I went to sleep with a smile on my face and feeling good. *Thank you Bo*
Today I want to spend some time Blog hopping so I can catch up with all of you ! I feel like sense quitting my job and going on my trip that I haven't been as close as I have been....so get ready for me to jump right into your blog cause I miss you all!
If anyone has tips on how to handle the new job....well, just pass them my way, I'll take any help I can get!
*I have to have a physical and drug test for this job......but I'm not worried...I've been studying! :) 4月18日 I'm Baaack Sissy and I made it back from our trip and let me tell you....if you ever have the opportunity to visit our nation's capitol, you jump on it. It was so incredibly amazing to me and I know I must have looked like a dumb hick the entire time saying things like, "Would you look at the size of that building?" and "Oh my goodness....there's the Secret Service!!". In all sincereness......go to D.C. some day....you will love it.
AND...I was right. I cried during the changing of the guards at Arlington Cemetary. Here are these young men (hardly any hair on their faces) and they march night and day, snow, heat, rain, etc....protecting this tomb holding men they never knew. It makes you very proud to be an American. At the Pentagon they are still working on construction from September 11th. Folks......the feeling I had standing there where the plane crashed....where 128 innocent people were killed....where life was forever changed....well, I cried there too. I closed my eyes and knew that I was standing among honor, intergrity and the American spirit.
I really think everyone of us that were lucky enough to be born in America should stop occassionally and thank God above that we are standing here today. That we can see the Pentagon recovering from tragedy, that we can fly over Mt. Rushmore, that we can have cook outs with neighbors and that we can place our right hand over our hearts and say the Pledge of Alligence. I think, if possible, I became even more American by taking this trip. I stood where Lincoln took his last breath, I saw the home General Washington built with his own two hands and I listened to Taps being played over the graves of men who died for me and you.
I would never fault anyone for not being American....but those of us who are.......say a little 'Thank-you' and know that we are part of the greatest nation ever born.
Oh say can you see? By the dawn's early light; what so proudly we hailed at the twighlights last gleaming. Who's broad stripes and bright stars through the parillous fight, or' the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air; gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave, or' the land of the free and the home of the brave?
If I have offended anyone by my pride in being American.....well, I will simply say that you are welcome to leave.....FREEDOM........amazing ain't it???
Places we visitied:
The National Mall
Jefferson Memorial
Washington Monument
The Vietnam Wall
The Pool of Reflection
The Smithsonian
The Pentagon
The White House
The Capital Building
Union Station
ESPN Zone
The National Post Office
Lincoln Memorial
Ford Theater
Mt. Vernon
*If anyone has any questions about any of these places and want REAL answers....just leave a comment. 4月8日 Hmmm We (Sissy and I ) are getting ready to go on the 5th grade field trip to Washington DC! We're pretty excited because we're going to get to see a lot of things that two poor people from the South don't normally get a chance to see. We will tour the Pentagon ( you know that weird shaped building we 'heerd' tell of), the White House, Smithsonian, etc. The place I most want to see is Arlington cemetary. Don't know if you have noticed or not...but I'm fairly sentimental and extremely patriotic......and will probably cry when I witness the changing of the guards.
So by 'getting ready', I mean that we have bought traveling snacks, luggage tags and all the little junk you just have to have to make a trip fun. You know what I noticed? I noticed I had absolutely nothing to sleep in! We are sharing a hotel room with another mother and daughter (cheaper that way) and I got to looking at my stuff and thought, "damn...I can't walk around that holy!" And I don't mean religious either!
So down to Wal-Mart Hell Sissy, Squash and I trotted. Have I ever mentioned how much I detest that place? Kids screaming for Legos, fathers following mothers and mothers running over everyone else to get that last damn pack of diapers that are on sale. So there we are racing around the place and we spy the sleep wear. Folks, I was plumb near embarrassed at some of that stuff! I mean good grief....there I was in the local Wal-Mart holding up something that came straight off the rack at "Happy Hookers" and I coudn't believe it! It was red, lacy and hardly there!! Once I got over my initial shock I put both the red and the black one in my cart and got the heck out of there. (Kidding:)
I waltz over to the old people clothes and Sissy says, "Hey Mama"....and right away I knew she was talking to me, cause I'm just smart like that. So I say, "Yeah?" She falls into explaining how she could pick out some "hot" jeans for me to wear in DC. So I think, "hell....why not?" So now I have these jeans that Sissy assures me I look 'hot' in.......yep I bought them....two different pair in fact. I think if I want to get an honest answer I'll have to check with my team of honest friends. So be prepared J Lo and Callie.....I'm wearing them to your place to see if I look 'hot' or just like some old chic trying to look young again.
We got sleep clothes, cameras, snacks, luggage tags and of course my 'hot' jeans. I think I might take a pic of me wearing them so that you can give me your opinion on them. If I go all the way to DC looking stupid I'll be mad....I mean hell, I can stay right here and look stupid all day long. In fact I've nearly perfected the 'stupid stance'.
Anyway.....we did that yesterday. Today Bo's wonderful mother.....my monster-in-law calls and says so cheerfully,
"I'd like to take Sissy shopping...she'll need something to wear on her trip." Now I know....I should be happy...BUT you all know how I am. I was suspisious (or however you spell that word). WEll GREAT! Now she'll come back with all sorts of fancy stuff that I couldn't afford. Grrrr.....just be proud for her Tina....don't be such a snot.....be humble....say thank you......be .......grrrr...NICE.
Anyway....keep an eye out for my pic of me in my new jeans....
*The above was a warning to anyone who might stumble upon my pic....... 4月5日 It's Come to This.... There are times when I feel like I should do a little confessing to cleanse my soul....to erase the board....to get things off of my chest....okay, really just because there's nothing else going on in my life to blog about. All the same, I wanted to tell you all what happened.
Now don't get mad at me....BUT, you all know that I'm not exactly the greatest with animals. I TRY, but for some unknown reason me and animals just don't 'mesh'. I try cuddling....and they piss on me; I try feeding and they bite me; I try patting and they get turned on in front of the company. So.......Obie Wan Iguana that Squash got for his b-day last year has REALLY been growing.... ALOT. What started out as a tiny, little lizard that crawled all over my hand has grown into a big, old crusty and NASTY Monster from Hades ! I kid you not my friends....he is huge and no fun anymore! What the heck was I thinking getting this monstrosity for my baby?
Here's why I have grown to dislike ole Obie and why the 'incident' happened:
I was starting to warm up to the cold blooded idiot by hand feeding him, petting him and walking him around on that stupid leash. I was quite proud that I could walk with him on my shoulder (like those freaks you see at your local flea market) and I was tickled that I could feed him without being scared or nervous....I felt IN CHARGE for once. And for some reason I believed this slithering monster could recognize me and liked me too...oh boy was I wrong! That little bastard was sitting in my hand and I was feeding him peas. (His favorite) and all of a sudden, with no reason and no warning....that iguana spit out the pea already in his mouth and bit the piss out of my right pinky finger!!! It didn't really hurt me...but it DID scare the water out of me. I screamed and shook my hand...and the little creep held on for dear life. The kids saw me screaming and shaking and Obie clamped down on my pinky even harder.....and do you know what Sissy had the nerve to say???? My sweet little baby girl squealed, "Oh mama....please don't hurt Obie!"
Oh mama don't hurt Obie????? Me hurt Obie????? It wasn't me jawed down on his pinky finger....it wasn't me holding on with a death grip to him....it wasn't me scaring him!!! That little piss ant was hurting ME!!
Well I could only scream for so long and try to shake him off before I just got mad. There's no getting around it. I wasn't aggrevated or irritated....I was MAD at him and I was GOING to get him off my poor little pinky finger before he drew blood! So I grabbed Obie with my left hand and jerked him off of me...THEN, he whirled around and slapped at me with his tail and gave me a look that said,
"Look here lady....you can't just manhandle me like that...I'm Obie Wan Iguana dammit!"
Well, that was all I could handle. I slung the little turd across the room and watched as he hit the floor and sat there looking up at me like I was the mean one. Of course this launched Squash into saying,
"Mama....you might scare Obie doing that!".....Oh, well pardon me....I didn't realize I might frighten old scale face. I WAS THE SCARED ONE!! How come I couldn't get anyone to see that I was the victim in this situation?
Well, I got over shaking and scooped Obie up and deposited his little ass in his cage. He's fine....no need to call PETA on me.....but boy did I send him for one flying leap across the living room! *hee hee hee.
See if I feed him anymore peas....no sir, from now on he'll eat that old nasty mush the pet store said to feed him! Isn't there some saying about don't bite the hand that feeds you??? Well this is why! 3月31日 School of "HOME" Boy have I learned a lot sitting here at home. I just can't believe I was wondering around like an idiot for all this time without knowing some very valuable information. For instance, did you know that Dr. Phil knows everything about everything? He has been everywhere and experienced every pain, joy and scenerio you can possibly imagine. I really need to hook up with this guy! I know you didn't think I would just sit here and not LEARN during this time did you? Why of course not! I'm sitting here learning LIFE....and man......what a place it is! Here are some thing I have learned while sitting in the front row in the School of Home:
1. If you are roomates with someone and they trash your place, do drugs, drink and beat your kids......you better give them a 30 day notice before chunkin' their junk in the street or else Judge Joe Brown will bang his gavel at you for illegal eviction.
2. You can make beautiful Christmas gifts to give to every member of your family and all your friends with simple things such as pinecombs, glitter and a little glue...thank you Martha!
3. If ever I decide to sleep with 14 different men in one week while strung out on drugs, break into stores to "jack" their stuff and shoot at my neighbors snotty nosed brats....well it will all be okay because Maury will find out "who da baby daddy is."
4. I have learned that if I have a real complaint, with real issues and need real help.....DON'T GO TO JUDGE JUDY! She's a psycho woman who relies on screaming and pointing rather than the law.
5. If I fall on a banana peel and cut my big toe......Montel will cry. If I "accidentally" marry into the mob....Monel will cry and if I decide to run off with three married men, dress as a man and live as a lesbian....Montel will cry.
6. I've learned that people waaaaay back when had it so much better. The crime was stealing chickens, the disease was hydrophoby and the men were farmers....oh to go to those times. Thanks Little House.
7. I've learned that if I get "shittin'" at "my baby daddy" and "beat hell outta da ho" he "crashed" with then I better damn well have on clean underwear when COPS pulls up....cause they'll show every angle the camera can get!
I think I may have been learning a little too much. I think today I won't turn the t.v. on at all. I'll find other things to spend my time on.....leave that stupid t.v. alone. Except for Maury cause I really do need to see who Tanaisha's baby daddy is....and maybe a little of Judge Brown cause he's deciding on some gay bashing issues today....and if I have a few seconds I'll watch Cops......maybe I'll find some long lost family members! *Of Bo's of course!.
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