Just a quick post, I am still alive!

I wanted to dash off a quick post and let everyone know that I am still alive! I will have the full update of the LONG weekend tomorrow! Hubby took another day off so I am quickly throwing this out before he flies back in and has a fit.

Plenty to tell about.....the old barn is gone, the shop she ain't up yet, drama queen makes an appearance, MIL has a dinner, flower beds and much much more. I hope that the planets align just right and I can get back to my regular post tomorrow.....

So until then...........

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First day of summer vacation!

According to Little Miss I should start this post with , "It is the first day of summer and Little Miss has not killed me!" Nor have I killed her. Now she can move away from the monitor and let me post this in peace if she has any hopes of me playing with her today. Hint, Hint! Maybe I should "talk" to her in my post more often, she has turned her attention to TV.

Yesterday was a half day at school. She had decided she really just wanted to stay at home. I decided that though I would love one last little bit of time to be relaxed, it would be less gas and less wear on the tires to run her to school, let her turn in 4 books she forgot to turn in and grab her report card and get the hell out.

Have I mentioned I need new tires on the old crapper? Yes, I do, according to my darling husband, I am well on my way to a blowout on the front left tire! But it will be fine to go to school one more time. Can you say nervous wreck while driving car?

Anyway, I get Little Miss to school, she has a new boyfriend, got him on Wednesday, he claimed he wouldn't be at school on Thursday. Guess who was there when we got there. Good guess, Mr. Little Man. Well, Little Miss suddenly decides she wants to stay. I decided to visit with mom one last time, in peace. Its close to the school, saves gas and tires and well, it's been a while since I was able to sit down and visit without Little Miss shoving me out the door. On the way out of the school, I ask 2 teachers what time they are getting out of school. 12:00 is the answer I get. On the dot at 12:00. So I left feeling pretty good.

I stayed at mom's until about 5 til 12, it is only a couple of miles from school after all, and I don't want to sit in line for 30 minutes and roast. Half way to the school, I meet a bus. HUH? The buses leave like 10-15 minutes after the bell. I meet another bus. WTF? I check the clock in my car, I know it is like 7 minutes slow, it tells me it is 10 til 12, so I have 3 minutes til they get out. I meet another bus. In total I met 5 buses. I get to the school, no teachers outside, but there stands Little Miss at the door. So they have been out for a good 15 minutes and my clock says it is just 12! Lying bunch of shitheads! Amazingly, she isn't in the middle of a major meltdown or in drama queen mode. So all is well in the world.

Until we get home that is. One of the hellions was at mammaw's and she went over to play and as she got there, BIL came to get him and she couldn't play with him, minor meltdown. Apparently she is told she can spend the night with mammaw and the little hellion on Friday night. She calls grandma, she wants to spend the night with grandma and then stay with mammaw the next night. She is told that Friday night would be a better night to stay. Meltdown number two! She decides to install Sims 1 on the computer. It won't install, Meltdown number 3! Dad comes home with a migraine, goes to bed, doesn't take her to the store, meltdown number 4. The Boy says he will be home for the night and will play Sims 2 with her, cell phone starts singing and it's a girl, "I'll take a shower and be right there." Meltdown number, what, 5. Daisy won't play with her, another meltdown. There is nothing to eat in the house, another meltdown. She hates her life, the summer sucks, she hates her parents, she hates the dogs, she hates her brother, she hates EVERYTHING!!!! And that was after a half a day of vacation! Do you see my future?

This morning already, she has wanted to play with me, I tell her to let me post and we will see. I have to post everyday, 24 hours a day 7, no 5 days a week. I will never get done. I foresee a long summer.

And I haven't told her that dad called and he will be home early, seems the boss man noticed he was on overtime already and has decided he need to come home after one more delivery. To make matters worse, the cement place is having a BBQ at 11, he was suppose to haul 2 loads of cement and that would have him there for the BBQ, he hauled one and the boss said to make a local delivery and come home. No BBQ for hubby, we had hoped for about 13 hours OT, it would help out a lot, now he is looking at about 7 hours. Any little bit helps.

The cabinets are bare and I could wash out the fridge and freezer without moving actual food out. I have got to go to the grocery store. Of course money would be a great thing to have when I got there. I hate the short hours hubby has gotten here lately and I only get paid once a month so that sucks! The money keeps going down and the groceries and the bill keep going up! Life all around us, I am sure! I should go and get on my clothes and fix Little Miss the egg she so desires and after that I don't have a clue. I won't be around here Monday, hubby is off and I just don't know if I will get a chance to post. I expect my MIL will decide to cook on Monday, but she won't decide until Sunday. So until next time............

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!

The husband wife debate.

I have a complaint! I know it is shocking, me complain. But I must complain lest my marriage shrivel up and die like an old apple. Like the old apple I found behind the garbage can! What is my complaint exactly .....Well let's see...... The freakin garbage!

Now like all good, newly married people *read, young and stupid* me and my darling sweetie sat down and talked about who would do what as far as household chores. He would mow the yard, take the garbage out and down to the end of the driveway, and occasionally fire up the grill and throw hamburgers and hot dogs on it. I would do everything else, you know, cleaning, washing, cooking (even when he fires up ye ole grill, you gotta have something to eat besides hamburgers and apparently it ain't chips, but that is a different gripe), raise the children, you know everything else! It seems that after 20 plus years the rules changed and not in my damn favor! Yes, he has done a bit of cleaning and cooking and a little washing, I give him credit, BUT it was only when I was unable to do it and the second I got up and did one thing like , oh, dump an ashtray, he was done.

But somewhere along the way, he quit getting the garbage bag out of the can. Yes, I could do it, yes, I could do it almost easier than I sit here and type, but the point is I don't want to do it! It is NOT my job. We agreed he would do it.

Along the way he has continually griped that he hates it when the garbage bag is full and people *read, me and the children because he would never do this* pile stuff on the top. He would get the bag out and replace it right? OH. HELL. NO! What does my darling husband do? Why he grabs a Wal-Mart bag and sets it on the table and uses it. He does not get the bag out, he will stop and scream at anyone who will listen *read, not ME* that the garbage is full and it should be taken out, he then goes to the laundry room, where the garbage bags reside in their nice little box, and gets a Wal-Mart bag and puts his garbage in it and puts it on the kitchen table and walks away. This is usually the point that I say something about how it would be just as easy to take the garbage out. Maybe not as polite as I could but, hey, this is me. He, at this point, informs me, it is too full. WTF!!!! So I am the muscle woman around here? He-man or should I say He-woman? The world is in a pitiful shape if I am the one who has to defend it. Not only will he not get the bag out of the can, he waits until garbage day to get it out of the house. When I finally get tired of multiple bags sitting on the table or more recently the microwave, and I decide I have to get the bag out. I get it out and close it up and sit it in front of the garbage can. This is where it sits for days! We have a thing at the end of the driveway to put the garbage in to keep the dogs out of it, but will he take it out there? Uh, no, he just comes in and asks what that smell is. The house stinks, WHY? I don't know, maybe the pile of garbage bags sitting in the kitchen?! I have at times taken it down, not hard to do, but again NOT MY JOB!

I just found a damn shriveled up apple behind the garbage can, I can only assume it was there because it fell off the top of the pile of garbage that was overflowing the bag. I can also assume my husband didn't put it on top of the pile of garbage because he wouldn't do such, because we all know how that drives him crazy. I can assume it was my darling daughter because she is the fruit and veggie eater in the house. Now the question remains, where the hell did the apple come from? We have not had apples in the house in I don't know when! I can't ask my husband because the first thing out of his mouth would be, "When was the last time you swept under the garbage can?" and my response would have to be, "When was the last time you took the bag out of the can?" And then it would be a whole argument about the piles of garbage on top of the bag and I just don't want to go there again.

Another complaint..... When did it become unacceptable to have chips when you have grilled hamburgers and hot dogs? When did "they" decide that you must have potato salad, Cole slaw and baked beans? And not beans from a can but homemade baked beans with hamburger meat and everything. When was it decided that when my husband trots out the grill, to help me out by cooking, that it means the only thing he is helping with is cooking the meat? And here lately, he trots out the grill and fires it up and suddenly can't watch it, so it is left to me to cook inside and outside. How is that helpful? It doesn't matter what he grills, it turns in to more work for me. I love when he grills, it is one of the many things he does well *blushing*, but is the taste really worth the trouble. I have to cook everything else and have twice the clean up. Now when he had his smoker it was a different story, He would throw potatoes, corn on the cob, squash, onions, carrots and anything else he could find in a pot and throw it on there and we had a full meal and I only had to clean up one pan. Now the smoker has a hole in the bottom and it has gone away and we are back to the little grill again and he is driving me insane.

One more complaint.... Dog shit! Yes I can complain about my husband and dog shit in the same post, because this complaint has to do with both. Why is it when the dog takes a dump in the house, he can point out how it is rocket shaped or it has the perfect ice cream cone swirl to it and can at times even step in it, but he can not clean it up!?! Why is that my job? I have the same sense of smell as him. It stinks, I can smell it too. I will give him that he has never stepped in it on purpose, but to step in it not with just one foot but both feet? Yes, I know he didn't know what it was, it was dark, he stepped and then he stepped again. I get it, but both feet? Yes, it only happened that one time, but I had to clean it up. He won't clean up pee either.

Now I realize my little gripes about hubby don't amount to a hill of beans to those who have real problems, but these things are driving me crazy and if I don't gripe, I may act on the crazy feelings and then I don't know if they would let me blog from jail or the nut house. So gripe I must.

Seriously I read a few blogs where the people are dealing with such big things, and I thank my lucky stars I have three wonderful, rotten, disrespectful, mouthy, nerve wracking children and a great husband who drives me insane, gets on my nerves, harasses me for sex all the time grabs my ass every time the children look away loves me. I wonder why I blog and gripe, I have so much more to do like clean and wash to be thankful for. For those of you who I read and read me, laugh that's why I blog. For those of you I don't read because you don't let me know you are here, laugh that's why I do it. For those of you I read and you don't read me, well, you aren't seeing this but, laugh. For all of you that find me humorous and let me know, Thank YOU!!! My husband often comments, now that he has seen my emails of comments, that I am HILARIOUS, just ask my readers! He also says I wouldn't be funny if it weren't for them, I have tried to tell him it is how I tell the story that makes my posts humorous. He points out if not for them, I would not have stories to tell. Damn him! So to my family, who to the best of my knowledge has never seen this place and I hope you never do, THANK YOU! Thank you for giving me such great misery that I have to look for the humor in it and write about it. For without your constant aggravation, I would not have a blog and I would be the crazy lady on TV who just run down her family in the middle of the road. So until next time.............

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's that time of year again.

Yes, By George, it's time for all the candidates to get their signs out. Signs are posted in yards, of those brave enough to show their support, at the intersections and all down the highway. Yes millions of them, ranging from lowly county commissioner all the way to senator and congressmen. Presidential signs will show up sometime after the democrats make up their minds on who is running. No sense for McCain to risk loss of signs before the last minute.

Politics in the south are a hoot anyway but out in the sticks, well, let's just say nothing is safe. Last year one of our esteemed candidates for Board of Education Superintendent was paying kids a dollar a sign, not to put them out, but to get his opponents signs for a bon fire. He completely denied having any part of it, laid it all at the kids feet. Yes this is the man I want to be the leader at the county BOE! He was beat in the end and he wasn't happy. He thought he had kissed all the right asses but I guess he came up short or kissed the wrong ass.

Again this year we have my favorite shit stirring commissioner running. I love this guy. He is the kind of politician you either love or hate. Depends on whether he is on your ass or your neighbors ass. I don't personally know him, but I have voted for him every time, even when he ran for Sheriff. Of course I can't stand our Sheriff, so it was no contest. Our sheriff is an ass and the shit stirrer can't stand him. If the sheriff says white, shit stirrer will say black. Most likely the color is a lovely shade of red. He stirred the shit all through the commission office, when accused of letting his county shop slide in all of it, he promptly investigated his own shop and showed the folks what he found. He didn't hide it. The sheriff pockets extra money, legally, the shit stirrer is constantly on his ass about it.

Mr. Stirrer has an opponent again this year and he seems to have his supporters. his momma was a school teacher at Little Miss' school, she quit when she didn't get the asst. principal job. Just as well, I had heard shit on her and even though I didn't like the guy who got asst. principal, it was better for the school. Miss teacher, snagged me at the school one day, seems she remembered me, I don't know how, I wasn't a student of her's and the year she started I was in the right grade but she had her hands full with every rotten child they could stick her with. New teachers get the bad kids! Anyway, she was sure I would vote for her boy. This is the first time he has dipped his toe in the political pool. I asked her if he knew what he was getting into. He was ready for a change, we are all ready for a change, according to her. He lost my vote right there. I am all for change, get rid of Bush and get past the last 8 years, but I happen to like to know what is going on in the government.

Shit stirrer has taken a liking to seeing himself on TV, but I wouldn't have known the sheriff gets to keep left over food money without him. If he gets $2. a day to feed the convicts and he can get by with $1. a day he gets to put the extra dollar in his pocket. In a 2 or 3 year period he increased his salary by something like a million dollars. No wonder our convicts look so poorly! They ain't getting nothing to eat.

I also wouldn't have known about all the unnecessary long distant calls from the county shops or the revenue commissioners possible affair. Or that other commissioners were sending pornographic emails on the county server. What perverts we elect. And the people who refused to turn over their hard drive for inspection, oh, they will not get my vote. My bet is they are hiding more than porn on them there computers.

Off politics, I am tired of it anyway. I am so ready for November to get here.

Today is the last full day of school for Little Miss. Out at 12 tomorrow and then home for the summer. Lord help me, I ain't ready for it. No activities planned, never had them before I don't know why I am thinking I should have them this year. No vacation planned, never went on vacation before, don't know why I am thinking this year should be different. Mom was suppose to be in her house by now and Little Miss planned to stay a full week, yeah right, but it is looking more like next month before the move and with all the unpacking to do it could be July before that comes about. The little hellions will be here most of the summer, their mom got a new job and she will be needing a babysitter. MIL to the rescue, only she will send them here to play and fight with Little Miss. They need someone for 2 weeks, but I am not throwing my hat in the ring. I don't need the headache. So any ideas how I can keep my drama queen happy for three whole long months? Yeah, fat lotta help you are being! Bout like Daisy, she ain't talking neither. Well, I guess I should get off here and clean up the house or surf the net or something. After tomorrow I have no clue how I will get to post, hopefully daily but you have been introduced to my darling daughter, so I haven't a clue. So until next time.....

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She loves me, She loves me NOT.

This here title could go in many ways and it would only involve yesterday!

Daisy has been standoffish the last couple of days. Oh, she still loves me, I am her food supply, you know. But more and more she is running to Little Miss and staying with her more and more. But every night she finds time to root me over in the bed and take over the center of it, if only for an hour or so. Why write of this? Do you really care if the puppy is still loving me every minute? Of course not! But she is only one of the shes in this title.

She number two would be Misty. Bitch! As you know she has to be cabled now to keep her ass in the yard. Yesterday afternoon, she was on the cable and her and Bella got a bit tangled up. She was pissed, she was ready to go in, she had ideas of how to get back at me. So what did she do? She slowly wrapped her cable around my ankle. *Go ahead and laugh, I would* So slowly and loosely that it went quite unnoticed. That is until I straightened up to go in and she took off running! Surprisingly, my ass didn't hit the ground! I kept my head on my shoulders and yelled at her to come back just as she was jerking my leg out from under me, I was able to catch myself and untangle my ankle and limp in to the house. The bitch stayed outside for quite a while. Yes, I call it revenge!

She number three in this story would be....you guessed it, Little Miss. She saw the whole cable incident. Did she offer to help me? No, but in her defense, she is small and she was going in to get her daddy to help me. Did she tell me this? Why no. I got in the house and she told me to get on the couch. She also told me Daddy wouldn't wake up and she was calling grandma. I told her I was fine, not to bother them. This sent her into one of her snit fits. "She couldn't take care of me all by herself, what would she do with me, what if my ankle or leg was broke?, Lord, it is the foot you mash the gas with with, how will you drive?" The list goes on and on. I told her I would be fine. I was told I didn't look fine. (I will add that that wasn't the first time this day I was told this. Apparently I am looking rather old and oogly!) She called her grandmother, I again said I was fine. Ankle hurts, no swelling, no major bruising, no blood, just a little burning from the cable burn I got and a bit of pain in my ankle and foot. No need for anyone to come running and check it out.

Little Miss was told to put ice on my ankle. OK, I am lazy when it comes to making ice in the ice trays and the fridge I am stuck with for the moment doesn't have a ice maker.* hanging head in shame at laziness* So Little Miss does a little improvising, she grabs the 6 pack ice pack. You know the ones....you stick it down in the cooler and it has the indentations to hold 6 cans and it is made out of hard plastic. It will work, she informs me. She wraps it in a towel and positions it on my ankle, then she commences to press rather hard on it and I cringe as I try not to show her she is killing me. I say, "Thank you." She presses harder, she has to make sure it stays in place. I assured her it would not be going anywhere for it was firmly embedded in my foot. Was she done? Not by a long shot, I must have pillows under my foot. So she grabs my foot and yanks it up and throws 2 pillows under it and not so gently drops my foot on it, but the ice pack has fallen off, so we go through the whole pressing the ice pack on my ankle again. I politely say, "Thank You dear heart, I will be fine!" No, one more thing must be done, she must wrap my foot, ice pack and all in a quilt to keep the cold in, so again with the yanking my foot up and dropping it down on the pillows and pressing the ice pack firmly to my ankle and tucking the quilt around my foot. Again I say politely, maybe not as politely as before, but politely still the same, "Thank You, my dearest!" Then she leaves me to go to her room and get me a stuffed animal to hug and help me with the pain. I know sweet, ain't she? Off and on she pops the top of my foot and ask, "Does it still hurt?" I tried on more than a few occasions to tell her I was fine, another call to grandma. (Being stuck on the couch, I have no clue what she is doing in the bedroom.) So they gave up and came over. I kept trying to say I was fine, she kept insisting I wasn't.

The grandparents show up and I am given a "check up" by mom. No or very little swelling, limited bruising, a red streak from the cable and some pain. I would be fine.

My dad who had a EMT course for Emergency Management something or other, never looked and declared it possibly a ligament pull and/or a few pulled muscles. Nothing major, nothing to haul out at dark for. And then commences to fuss about the kitten Miley and Daisy. Miley shouldn't be here and should not be in the house at all, the best thing that could have happened would have been for her not to make it. No mention to the fact that she cost us NO money. Good thing he doesn't know Daisy cost us a bit of money. We needed to get Daisy under control, she had jumped up on him when he got out of the car and a quick smack to the head had put her in line and now she looks at him before making a move, we needed to keep her off the furniture, she also shouldn't have come to the house and should not be in the house. In fact the two outside on cables are right where they need to be. OUTSIDE! Lovely? Yes, see why my parents didn't need to come over and check me out? I tried to be nice, really, I sat there, let him rant and tried to keep my mouth shut. No need to start a family feud over a couple of animals. I did however remind him we were down 2 horses and a dog and that was just in the last week. Was he impressed? But of course not, we needed to be down another 6 dogs and 3 cats ( he forgot Booger). I took a deep breath and tried to let it go. Oh, but he would not. I told him that we should just agree to disagree and move on. He finally moved on to the contractors at their new house. At least he was off my ass!

So does Little Miss love me or not? I have to wonder. She kept me hopping all night doing for her and she did get my father over here. But she did attempt to take care of me in the beginning.

Where was dear hubby for all of this? Laying his ass in bed! He hauled cement so he left the house at like 2am and he got home around 3pm. He was tired and needed a nap. I unloaded the clothes off the bed for him and he didn't even take his boots off. He never knew anything was going on. I got to feed the outside dogs, I got to bring the dogs in and feed them, I got to clean up the kitchen, wash the rest of the clothes, fold them and put them up. I went to bed at 11 and he was snoring, I got up at 12 and went to the bathroom, he was snoring. I talked to him this morning. He got up at 2am and got on the couch and fell back to sleep and overslept! He asked what I was going to do today. I told him sit around seeing I can barely walk. He wanted to know what happened, I told him. He wanted to know why no one woke him up! I told him Little Miss tried and he doesn't remember any of it. So he loves me, he loves me not. Oh He loves me I am sure.... He said to stay off my foot, but not to stay on the computer all day......I'll stay off my foot but not off the computer.

And how was your night? Oh that is nice! I guess I should go, I am so far behind on my reading that it could take months to get through it. I am on book number 5 of the Mitford series. I just can't stop reading it. I have gotten so drawn in, I honestly sit and read while everything else goes to hell in a hand basket! So until next time......

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!

Weekend Update brought to you by Justmylife.

I hope you had a FAN-TAB-U-LOUS weekend! Mine was let's just say aggravating! Mr. Man, the Hubby, was being an exceptional picky-ass man this weekend. He had a smart ass remark for me at every turn. Did I deserve such treatment? I doubt it, but who am I to say. So let's see what happened this weekend......

Friday......... OH, yes, Little Miss spent the night with Grandma. But not before Aunt Flo showed up early again!!!! So by the time I went to get her from school, let's just say I wasn't in the best of moods and all I wanted to do was crawl in the bed and whine. Of course she took this as a challenge to see if she could set momma off before leaving the house! And try she did..........

The first try was just being herself, she came home, brought Miley in the house, and sat down at the computer. First, I told her I had just put Miley outside before I left and I thought she needed to spend more time outside. This was unacceptable. The look on her face said it all, I was in for a bumpy ride before she finally left. I was told to get up and put her out if I wanted her out, she wanted her in so she wouldn't do it. Now that didn't fly in my mood.... I told her to get off her ass and put the damn cat outside before I showed her just how bad my mood was gently reminded her that I was the mother and that it would behoove her to mind me and put the kitten outside like I told her to. Well, that went well, you just have to say it like you mean itin a loving way. Miley went out and I laid down on the couch and wondered when she was going to leave.She was playing Sims 2. They were not a happy bunch of people, everything was in the red, not good for those of you who have no idea what I mean. She informed me that I needed to make them happy. I looked and told her to kill them all, that was the only way to make them happy. She did not find this humorous. I told her to put them all to bed and let them sleep until they woke up. Once they were up, let them go to the bathroom, feed them, and then let them use the phone to visit with others or use the computer to chat on line or to just let them talk to each other and play a game. She tried that, much against her wishes, she would have preferred I got my ass off the couch anddid it for her. They were better but griping, so I told her to see what they wanted in their little want bar, they wanted to WooHoo! One wanted to WooHoo with 3 different Sims! This is a child's game, is it not!?! So she had them get in the hot tub and WooHoo. They dive under water and jump out of the water and anyway, they were somewhat happy. I was somewhat stunned! Thank the good Lord, she didn't ask me what WooHoo was.

Next try.... I was informed in her best snotty girl voice, complete with one hand on her hip and the other fanning around in front of my face, that I needed to let my hair grow out, curl it a little bit and put on some make up and I might look a little better and to lose the headband, because I should get a grip, this was 2007, not 1997! As I laid there trying to decide how hard it would be to fix the wall should I fling her through it, I was informed if I would have tried a bit more I might would have been popular in school. I informed her I was voted Friendliest in Jr. High, I was a cheerleader in the 8th grade, I not only had good friends, I had boyfriends coming out my ass! She asked me if she was suppose to think that meant I was popular. I asked her when the hell she was leaving, did she need a ride!?!

Try number three..... I was informed I could not take her to grandma's because I talked and would not leave. I ask her if it would be OK if I slowed to 55 and threw her out! Again, mom is not humorous. I called hubby ask him when the hell he would be home, I was ready to throw her out of the house sure Little Miss was ready to go. Though I was told he would be here in about 20 minutes, that was not soon enough for me, I sent her outside to watch for her dad. After what seemed to be an eternity, I heard the truck pull up and I did a happy dance. Little Miss took one last shot at me, she asked me to never dance again, she couldn't handle the embarrassment. I danced a little more just for her.

That night, nothing...... Fixed and ate dinner and sat and watched TV, hubby surfed the net and wondered what all these sites in the address bar memory were...... I told him it was the blogs I read........He informed me I read too much........I informed him he could kiss my ass.........maybe the picky-ass comments were warranted.

Saturday..........I decided to weed some in my flower garden, I didn't get far before my arms, back and legs decided that I would be sitting on the porch in my chaise lounge and reading. Bug came over for me to paint her toe nails for the big date. She didn't want ugly feet. Am I old? I think if my feet are clean, they are OK. I do like my nails painted, I just don't do it that often. She thinks it completes an outfit. It was a big decision on what color would match her khaki shorts and purple top. I don't know, just pick a damn color. She went with a bright pink color, whatever!

Little Miss came home earlier than I expected. Her first words were I am bored! Her second words were play with me. Have i mentioned I felt like hell? Well, I did and I told her so much and suggested that perhaps we could sit and talk or play something that required no movement from me. That was not an option. She then went into her drama queen mode and informed me that she hated her life and how she wished she had a sister and if I loved her I would have had her a twin, or at the very least, a sister for her to play with. She hated not having anyone to play with. The Boy wouldn't play with her, Dad wouldn't play with her, mom wouldn't play with her. She just wanted to move out and in with a family who would play. I asked her if she knew of one.I tried to be sympathetic, I told her my brother wouldn't play with me either and sometimes things didn't work out. As she was slamming into the house I was informed that it was all my fault. So what else is new? everything is my fault. I would swear she was PMSing if she wasn't 8.

At 11:45 on Saturday night, my husband decides he wants to watch "Ghost Rider". Now I know I could have gotten up and went to bed, but I sat there and watched it. We finally got into bed around 2 after all the interruptions and all. The Boy came in about 15 minutes later, only 45 minutes late.

Sunday, we went to clean the office and then came home to sit around. Hubby went out to work on tearing down the rest of the horse's fence. I went out with him some. We just sat around otherwise.

Does anyone else watch "Desperate Housewives"? At the very end, who was the guy Susan kisses? Little Miss was watching it in her room and she was in here before it was over asking me. (I know she shouldn't be watching it, but she does.) So anybody? I wouldn't trade in Mike for him. I watch it to drool over Mike sometimes. And CSI, Warrick dead! What the hell is going on around my shows? Though I am waiting for Caruso to get killed. I just don't like him, I know he won't get killed off, but I can always hope! I didn't like him on NYPD Blue.

And how was your weekend? I hope it was fun for you! I must go and wash clothes and clean house, lest hubby come home and have a cow about me being on the computer all day. So until next time....

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Haiku Friday.......

And again I am not doing it. heh! But how is that for a draw? Imagine the surprise for folks to show up looking for a haiku and find this. heh!

Really I have tried, its the syllables that get me. So many in this line and so many in that line and so on and so forth. And they have to make sense! Maybe next Friday........or not!

So what is going on here.......... Daisy has gas, I have gas and the whole damn place stinks. Now wait a minute, it is the dog that is stinking the place up! Feel honored folks, I never admit to gas! Ask my husband and my children, they will tell you mom claims to NEVER have gas! As a sweet southern belle, quit laughing dammit, I do not, I repeat, do not fart. No I don't.

My grandmother, God rest her soul, had gas. And it did not matter where you sat, she would lift her leg and let it rip straight in your direction. I believe I have posted of this in the past. It was always followed by, "Mattie, My God!" which was quickly followed by, "More room out than in." I swear for years that was the way it was suppose to be. Not excuse me, but more room out than in. Kinda like when my dad said, "Fuck!", it was quickly followed by "Richard!!!!" I for years thought it was, "FuckRichard!" My mother is my Southern Belle role model. So polite, wouldn't say shit with a mouthful of it, never farted, always ready with a kind word. You get the picture. She would tolerate the small cuss words, but that one was off limits in front of the children. What made it so much worse I will never know. Now GD is a sin, in the top 10 I believe, but Fuck is the granddaddy of all cuss words. Never spoken in the company of women or children. Cuss like a sailor and rape, ravage and plunder villages, but never say the granddaddy of them all. Who made this rule? Who decides what is acceptable and what will not be tolerated?

I see a white haired lady sitting in a chair somewhere saying, "Damn-OK. Shit-OK. Hell and all versions of it, ie. Hellfire,etc.- OK. Fuck- Uh, NO!! Acceptable with other men above the age of 16, but NEVER in front of women and children!" Really, I have seen many blogs that use the word in some form.....F**K, FU@K, effin, WTF and such, but rarely do you see Fuck. It is a rather nasty sounding word and I am sure Google picks it up and there you end up with pervs but.....

I found myself thinking of the words my children won't use in front of me. Both of the boys are kind enough to give me the illusion that I raised them so that cussin isn't something they would do. The occasional shit or hell and a damn thrown in from time to time, they used to cringe if it slipped out, but not anymore. Little Miss at 8 has a few words, I would dearly love for her to forget. I blame her father!

So what else? Not a lot. It is Friday, which means....tada....Maybe Little Miss will spend the night with Grandma! I could use the break, it has been one hell of a long week. Daisy is growling and barking her fool head off. I don't see a thing, I don't hear a damn thing! Either she has lost her mind or we have company I can't see. Grandma? Sorry I talked about your gas, never again, well, maybe not. dodo dodo.........

Miley is doing better, hardly a stumble all morning. Bout time to make her an outside cat again, I say! I bet I am fought on this one. The demon child will bare her fangs, grow her talons, and spread those wings! And dare I say, her father may even join in. Because you see, Miley is pitiful, I tell ya. Yeah, right, pitiful my ass, she bit me on the foot without one thought to the fact, my foot is bigger than her and I could easily slide her ass across the room! Not a smart animal in the damn bunch!

Case in point.....

I decided to put Bella on the cable instead of penning her up most of the day, this would be the cable Daisy has been put out on. I cabled Misty and the other two sat down at the other cable. I cabled Bella, called Daisy and she just sat there. Because, I guess, I cabled Bella and Daisy was unable to move. Smart I tell ya, they get their smarts from their daddy! heh! Not that he actually fathered them, but a lot you learn instead of inherit. Speaking of hubby, he thinks he is getting off early and if I have any hope of trying to catch up on my reading I should go. Random thoughts from a random head, guess that works.....

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!