Whatever you are, Republican or Democrate, go register. Don't hold a Policital conversation with me, and then tell me you did not vote. It does count. And it does matter.
Don't you hate when you type to fast and the word "and" comes out "nad" all the time. Damn coffee buzz...
The rest of the day is pretty much up for grabs. Depending on what we are doing, if we are staying home, I usually just putz around the house, cleaning, picking up behind everyone (mostly it's myself!)
Oh and in between the busy morning schedule, is letting the dogs in and out, and if Ed has to work at the Video store, or Wrigley I am getting him ready for work too. (includes making him coffee, juice, and a yummy veggie omelet to go!)
Then around noon I feed Mia lunch, and around1:30 or 2 ish, Mia goes down for her nap until about 4:30 pm, lots of time Alex is up then, I get to play with him, and eat lunch myself.
When Mia get's up it's dinner time, play time, bath time, and the bed time. Alex is usually right behind her and by 8 pm the house is quiet and I make myself dinner (I know, shame on me for eating so late) then get Ed's dinner made for his night shift. After Ed goes, then I space out, blog, and watch t.v.
Get up and repeat...
Oh how I must bribe the little one. Miss Mia is on her first official day of potty training. (this is where I don't give up after 2 hours) I made a composed pile of all the notes from friends, family, and my beloved efriends. And came up with some good ideas. So this morning, I am hoping I removed my last diaper from Mia.
For your viewing pleasure, and for sake of keeping notes of what works. Here is what I have compiled as what to do...
So HOORAY for me, HOORAY for Mia, and HOORAY for potty training...
My new bloggy friend, Becky, over at My Crazy Beautiful Life, did a post Toasting Tuesday. A great idea because the Tuesday 10 was getting old. So here you go, today's assignment!
These are the reason's why I "Toast" to Tuesday!
So what do you have to toast to Tuesday? If you don't do it for Tuesday (Jen) then why not Toast to Thursdays? Thanks, Becky, this brought my mood up. Just remember... it's little things that makes the day better!
BIG BOY! My little man is just too damn cute, and my god is he getting so big! I love his look, Mommy loves you Alexander. (your 5 months in this picture)
When my beloved Starbucks had it's final day, I spent the morning then the late afternoon there. Thus getting me some free stuff! 8 free cookies, a toffee, chocolate caramel bar case, and a bag of ground coffee.
Now I have never had Starbucks coffee. Not just the straight "coffee" I drink Mocha's. So I took it home, poured it into the old coffee pot (removing my store brand grounds first) not sure if it would be any good... let's just say it will be hard to finish the store brand and not only exclude myself to good coffee...
Ed on the other hand says it tastes like cigar water. Well.... more for me then!
Sorry to ruin your "Yipiee buzz" or the "Yahoo buzz" you had going this morning Mi. I know you were dead set on coloring all over your placemat (you can with dry erase markers) but I quickly took away your empty plate (previous host of your breakfast banana) and whisked you off to the front room for your morning dose of "The Sunny Side Up Show" on Sprout t.v.
She got over it faster then I thought, but the little voice "Yipiee" or "Yahoo" and some now and then "Woowees" are just enough to make me want to let her cover the walls in ink. But then I quickly come to my senses and realize that is a bad idea...
Anywho, I am off to enjoy my cigar water, and go blog surfing!
What is the most useful gift you’ve ever been given?
My computer from Ed 5 years ago. I do have to say though, out of all my wedding presents, I have this clock. And it's from a old friend from H.S. It's a blue clock, plastic, with a yellow, IKEA looking bird as the coocoo that swings at the top. Very basic, very plain. And it has been in my art room for over 6 years now. Still to date the most creative (shocker it was from Sean!) and one of the most memorable ones.
Name the most terrifying moment of your life so far.
My sister going into brain surgery in January of 2005.
Or when I was going to my midnight shift, in the early winter that same year (2005) It was one of those cold as fuck, black ice (Thanks to Wikipedia her is some Black ice info for you... also known as "glare ice" or "clear ice," typically refers to a thin coating of glazed ice on a surface, often a roadway.
While not truly black, it is transparent, allowing the usually-black asphalt/macadam roadway to be seen through it, hence the term. It is unusually slick compared to other forms of roadway ice.
Because it contains relatively little entrapped air in the form of bubbles, black ice is transparent and thus very difficult to see (as compared to snow, frozen slush). In addition, it often is interleaved with wet road, which is identical in appearance. For this reason it is especially hazardous when driving or walking because it is both hard to see and unexpectedly slick)
So coming off the highway, I was merging (thank god late and with no traffic) I hit a patch of black ice. I spun out so badly, the officer said I did the "pit maneuver" I spun, and hit the guard rail 3 times. Then leaving myself sideways on the ramp... bad news is, it was foggy, dark, and since I was sideways oncoming traffic from the highway could not see me.
Oh and did I mention I was on my cell phone with my poor mother who will forever have me screaming etched into her brain? I was fine, but the fact that I was stranded, and in a bad spot was no good. Thank goodness while waiting for the city police to get there. The city salt truck stopped and checked on me. He decided to use his big truck to block all traffic till the city got there. My dad picked me up for work, and the car was toed to the shop.
Nothing I did wrong, Just that damn black ice. Scared the shit out of me. Again mom, I am sorry!!
One hot summer afternoon, while walking through a parking lot at a large shopping center, you notice a dog suffering badly from the heat inside a locked car. What would you do?
Call the cops just like I always do. People think they will just be a minute, but they don't understand the effects on how fast and how hot a car can get. Not cool, and I will be the one to get your plates, and report your irresponsible ass.
Thanks to Becky over at My Crazy Beautiful Life thought it would be fun to tag me for 7 random or weird things about myself, and to tag 7 random people. Read here, and be sure to check and see if your tagged!
I don't wanna tag no body, and leave someone out that wanted to be tagged, or tag the wrong person. So TAG your all it! Do it if you wanna... lemme know...
(notice the stink eye look...)So I was poking around over at Sunshine and Lemonade, and came across her Friday Follies well since it's into Sunday, lets have Sundays Survey! (be sure to read her post on the gas by her!)
It is time for our weekly dialogue:
Roller coaster or Merry-go-round?
Roller coaster, hands down every time. Now I will ride a Merry-go-round, but not for long... whoolahhh...
Have you ever purchased something from a telemarketer? How about from an infomercial?
Yes and Yes. My Internet and Cable company called wanting to sell me there phone service too. I was interested so I told the girl to sell it to me. She did.
Yes I bought some damn Pilates videos... very dusty right now... don't wanna talk about it...
Are you more likely to avoid conflict or engage in it head on?
Funny thing about me. I seem fiesty. But I usuallytry to avoid it as much as I can. But lately I will not take shit, and I will put you in your place if need be.
What is the most recent compliment you have received?
Ed's Uncle Tony raving about the Ribs, broccoli casserole, salad, mashed potatoes, and chicken dinner. I know. I exceed at cooking, and blow at laundry.
Do you collect anything? What?
Archie comics. Have them from back in the early 80's. My mom has hers from when she was a kid too.
Dean Koontz books. All are great. Love them. Will reread them too.
Stamps. Been doing Stampin' Up! (see link on right) for 4 years now, and stamping for 18 years.
Scrapbooking supplies. A wee bit of a collection.
What are you currently reading?
Odd Hours by Dean Koontz
Silence or background noise?
Not saying as a mom I don't love me some pure silence. But background noise is easy to handle.
Pick one: hang glide, sky dive, bungee jump, hot air balloon, or fly a kite?
Hot air balloon. Not quite as crazy as the others (I told Ed I would sky dive with him though) but not as sissy as just flying a kite.
What is your favorite spectator sport?
FOOTBALL. Awesome, good seats make it better. I saw Michigan beat Penn State at there homecoming years ago. We were on the 50 about 30 rows up. A.maz.ing.
You just won $50,000. But you have to spend it all in one place. Where are you spending it?
The car dealership. One for Ed, and one for me.
or
Menards. That is an easy one too. Oh the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, landscaping I could do...
or
I would just walk it to the bank and pay a big ass chunk into the el Mortgage!
Play along if you wanna... that was fun...
Dear Drivers of the Road,
I know I am not a certified DMV employee, and in anyway legally allowed to give you driving advice. But well, I will anyway. Here are what I think should be the rules of the road. Some simple and some are a bit more complex... read slow if you just don't get it.
That is all for now... I am sure to have more rules of the the road for you...
Here's a secret for you. I was scared. Out of my mind. To the point where my mind blocked the reality of what was really happening. It was probably the longest 8 hours of my life. Longer then waiting for my children to be born in the hospital, this was my sister. Her brain, and even though I knew (or we sure as hell hoped so) she was in great hands.
This is my mom. This is the stupid, most uncomfortable waiting room ever. Behind her is Au Boun Pain, the overpriced food, danish, and coffee restaurant. I think me being there made my mom be stronger then she may have wanted to be.
This is my dad. (he's hiding) he tried to sleep in the most uncomfortable place on earth. Or just make it all go away. It didn't work. So here is what happened...
This above is a diagram of what is in my sister. Below you will see two weeks later, we are back at the hotel for the generators to be put in her chest. 
So what you see here are the staples and scabs from the surgery when they went INTO my sister's brain. INTO...
Here on the side is where it gets confusing. From the brain there are these leads (wires) that go to here, and connect to more wires, that go down her neck, over her shoulders and into pace maker type generators that we would hope would tell the brain that certain muscles are over working to the point of keeping Susie's head always to the left, to the point where it is cutting off her voice, makes it near impossible to eat, drinking is a joke, and now the Dystonia makes her hands cramp up. Way to not only take away her voice, but lets fuck up her hands so she can't sign to us either.
So again the Saturday Secret. Was I was scared out of my mind. Maybe I didn't show it like people thought. Most people asked if I had a breakdown, or how I could cope with this.
Well folks here is the answer to how you cope. You just do.
You realize that you freaking out, will do you. The person or persons involved, and the victim themselves, absolutely NO good.
Sure, cry, question life, the "creator" and all that you want. But wigging out constantly will only stress you out, in a situation you can only hope to understand. You can't change it. (If you can let us know) I was asked why I didn't take more time off work. (the person asking took off 3 days when her Gramma was diagnosed with Cancer. She said she would have needed weeks to deal with what I just went through) I just took off the days needed for the surgery, I stayed at the hotel with my parents, and Ed came up everyday between work.
If I let myself just freak the fuck out... well I can't. So maybe that is the secret. I was scared, but we all know that. But I really just can NOT for the life of me, even try to freak out. Even in totally scary situations I just can't. I laugh at serious situations, smile when I hear about catastrophes. Not because there funny, no way. But it's like my mind is much stronger and just won't let me break.
I mean I cry, alot, about 9/11 and Susie, flood victims, and all sorts of tragedies. But what I am trying to say, is just during the situation. I seem to be clear about what needs to be done. I am not in the corner rocking myself, I am just there. I see it. Deal with it. And deal with the emotions later. Much later.
Maybe this makes me a freak, or heartless. Maybe through all the asshole family members (Mr. Bill at Thanksgiving 2005, Rich and Lila 2008. Dealing with just stupid ignorant people, the just mentioned, or shit talkers, Amanda, and thieves, Heather, or just rude, Lauren) Those people most I hate, some I just don't let get as close to me anymore. Those people. Those people are the ones that made me. You take all that and combine it with the most AMAZING support system of my parents, Susie, Ed and his family, and my best friend Jen. Knowing that I still can keep friends from 25 years ago....
That folks is what makes me tick. Some shitbrick sends me anonymous emails and gets angry with me? Oh you have no idea. I may seem small, and kind. A energetic girl with a lot of sass. Well it takes a lot of hurt combined with alot of love and support.
I think i got off my track, but my secret is I may seem emotionless at times. But sometimes you have to look at the big picture.
Yes Susie had 8 plus hours of brain surgery. And yes I was scared shitless. But I was able to control it, because I knew that freaking out would do me nothing.
I know my Aunt and Uncle died. Who's fault is it? That seems to be the question at hand. Lot's of people want to blame my cousins, some douche bags (Lila and Rich) even think to blame myself and my mom. No folks, my Aunt drank and smoked herself to death. My Uncle was heartbroken, attempted to move on. But just wanted to be with my Aunt. I hate the way things unfolded, it makes me so sad, and I think of them often. But to see the bigger picture, you have to see that my cousins do make mistakes. But being raised in an abusive home, and with poor parenting, well society is filled with people who's parents just didn't finish there job. So I see parents that had kids, enjoyed alcohol, smoking and not being parents to much. As a result the kids were not taught the common sense of work, living and money. Did this mean they didn't love there kids? Not even close. I know they loved there kids, but the sickness just got in the way. Now with the parents gone. I only hope the kids either on there own or together, help each other to move on and stay strong. Big picture.
In the back of my mind a recession is always at hand. I know that the Village raising our taxes out the ass, is not helping us financially. We own a home that we could afford in 2003. But almost 6 years later and $300 a month more just for taxes, kills a mortgage payment. I don't know what this recession we are going to go into will entail. I know that we have parents that will help us all they can, and I have friends and family that are close for support. I can't freak out yet, because, I see the bigger picture of just getting through it, bearing down, and moving on.
Kinda like childbirth. Sucks, hurts, lots of painful, and annoying things happen in that long 10 months. So when they tell me it's time to push, I realized I couldn't freak out and change my mind. The kid was either coming out one way or they make the way out. So I just did what I had to do. Push!
And the easiest one. Traffic. Seems minor to what I have already talked about. But in all seriousness. Traffic, will send your anxiety through any car roof, in a second! I don't like to wait any more then the next driver but, I really don't get the point in having a FULL LONG ASS conversation about how horrible the drive is, or ON and ON and ON about a driver. Seriously, if' it's a long light. They say to time it. No really the longest light is usually only 45 seconds. And traffic, yes it blows, but you can't fly over people, so just suck it up. I love watching the spaz's in there cars waving there hands. Breath people, just remember it could always be worse.
So before you freak out, try to look at the big picture. And then just take it one step at a time to get there.
I hope this link works... this is a Hilarious card that my friend Piper sent to my mom... laughed my ass off!
Kitty say what?!?
Can you guess this person? It was my mom's 50th surprise birthday party, themed Hawaiin. This person and I spent the week before making these fun masks from paper mache.
That was 5 years ago next month! It was an awesome fun night, thanks for making the party such a great success!
Leave a comment guessing this person!
Scary Mommy!
So as I was faithfully reading my blogroll blogs, I was scrolling through Half Passed Kissin' Time's blog, she had the cutest little button on the side of her blog, something about no time to cook, I have to blog... I clicked on it, not realizing it was taking me to another blogger... Scary Mommy!
I tickled your toes and you laughed.
I held you close and you smiled.
I hugged you tight and you cooed.
Happy 5 months Alexander.
As I held you today, I realized that I sometimes take for granted that I can hold you in my arms, and that you still need me so much.
I look at your sister who is almost 28 months. She reminds me to take every moment I can in with you. Because all to soon you will be my big boy, running, playing and just too busy.
Yes I know your only 5 months. You can't feed yourself, you can't bathe yourself, you are just figuring out what regular food is (day 3!) your working on sitting up, and rolling over is your mastered skill. (along with sleeping all night)
I just want you to know that after your bottle tonight, before you went to bed. I held you in my arms, (all teary eyed) trying to remember that moment. To freeze time, to freeze a little 12 pound, blue eyes, messy mohawk blonde hair, in your little Halloween sleeper, just the look, then the smile, and the little coo you gave me. Just melts my heart.
I hope you are the biggest mama's boy ever. You are my little angel.
September 25th 2008
I love you.
Mommy.
So I wonder if you like any of my music (please understand I have loved Britney from the beginning, I know, not many of you are fans. Or your the closet type freaks, that do, but won't admit it)
Anyway, do you like any particular song? Do you want one added you think I would like, and you would like to hear while you enjoy my sarcastic life? Just wondering... thanks...
(who dosen't love a picture of someone's kid screaming in the back seat? Huh? As long as it's not yours right?)Blogger Status
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Blogger will be unavailable Thursday (9/25) at 4:00PM PDT for about 10 minutes for maintenance.
(found this in the dashboard)
(Sophie and I miss you...isn't that just the cutest little doggie?) 
 | 5 As a 1930s wife, I am |
I personally find this to be a compliment. It was bull.shit. back then, my ass I will wear shoes, and a dress around the house. And yes I love to be vulgar and tell dirty stories. I gossip, lie and swear. P.J.s are a staple uniform of todays SAHM, I attempt to shower and or brush my teeth before the day is over.
Bah, I have blogging, art work, and kids to attend to!
SONY BMG
NOTE: this is subject to change, but as of September 22nd, this is the confirmed tracklist.
1.So What [3:35]
2. Sober (ft.Tony Kanal) [4:11]
3.I Don't Believe You [4:35]
4.One Foot Wrong [3:23]
5.Please Don't Leave Me [3:51]
6.Bad Influence [3:35]
7. Funhouse (ft.Tony Kanal) [3:25]
8.Crystal Ball [3:26]
9.Mean [4:17]
10.It's All Your Fault [7:43]
11.Ave Mary A [3:14]
12.Glitter In The Air [3:47]
Got this from P!nks Army on MySpace!
More things that baffle me...
Why is the word "Internet" need to be capitalized when I spell check?
Why doesn't bloggers blog roll stay current? It seems to be getting stuck alot lately.
I am guessing that since I "joined" a church to have the kids Baptised we should probably attend mass, at least until the baptism is over? Or not.
Why do I get a plague of bugs every year? First, the spiders (shudder) then the rollie pollies (pill bugs) then the million legger wormy things (gah, shudder!!) now it's black crickets. Not even just a few. Each year it's something different, and its like a HUGE nest is born in the front of my house each fall... bizarre...
Why are they closing my Starbucks? Why? Why does Joliet get 2 and the one in the bookstore too?
Why don't political candidate take there 4 million dollars raised in Chicago alone for there campaign and do something good with it. Like build houses in Texas, New Orleans, clean up some of this mess. Keep our parks open? No. Instead lets have some bullshit commercials they paid out the ass for... I.don't.want.to.see.your.comercials. I know who I am voting for. It should be easy for everyone. O.bam.a. Either way you chose to vote, I don't see the point in them wasting money on commercials. Spend it on the country your promising to take care of. Tards.
Why I am SO mentally tired of having this ring of fat around my waist but I JUST can not, for the life of me attempt to try, even try, would be a good start. I have to say, I did attempt to get up early to work out, I set my alarm and all. But I just laughed and went back to bed... its a start right?
I am asking all the bloggers out there... or those that want to blog can answer too...
Who do you have read your blog? Do you randomly just tell people? Is it a secret to those closest to you? Why do let people read or not read your blog?
I know blogging is just like a diary or a journal. Some of us see it as a scrapbook to keep memories for generations after us to learn of our life. Some of us need it just to get through a day of kids, work, life, the assholes on the road.
My inspiration for this post was from "Ravings of a Mad Housewife" she posted about her daughters preschool being Natzi like, and I guess the teacher read it and got her knickers all bunched up.
If you remember my blog from when I started, the phrase under my title, was something about my opinion, my blog, and if you don't like it, stop reading. Yes it's my little corner of the Internet. And yes I do like to have random peoples opinions, whether I like them or not. Feedback is good.
Not too excited about the stalker, or when "friends" get pissed about my religious views, or when people read here. And go and talk to my mom about it, like she doesn't already read it.
Otherwise, I really don't care. I find it relaxing, and entertaining. I jump in and out of fads online, I was on Huggies mom board, for a good year, I was almost a monitor for True Mom Confessions forum, I joined Cafemom about 6 months ago, and don't visit but maybe once a month. I am member of Shelfari and don't need to visit often, but I do notice that is a whole nother world too.
I love it here. Because I don't need to chat, or be something to fit into a certain genre of mom's. This is it. You get what you get here. Sass, honest, feisty, Jacki.
Most people know of my blog, I talk about it to everyone. If someone reads me and is offended, well then at least you know how I feel. I hate hiding how I feel. And this blog is perfect for me. I don't see me falling out of this "fad" anytime soon, I am excited that I am about 14 post away from my 1000th post!
So back to the question. Who reads you?
I had a very eventful evening. I have again decided to try and feed Alex food. Mia chooses Butternut Squash. As I am feeding Alex, she is supervising from the footstool. And what do you know, just a few days before little man is 5 months, he eats 2.5 oz of food! (afterwards hungry man chooses to eat a whole bottle with rice!) So while Mia is curiously peering over the arm of the highchair, she keeps saying "Look at me, I am yeverface" translated to "Look at me, I am leatherface" now I have never seen the movies, but I did see Idle Hands, with Devon Sawa, Jessica Alba, and Seth Green. There is a scene where Seth Green says' "Look at me, I am leatherface" and it is just too damn funny. So the when Mia said the other day... " Look at me" I in return said "I am leatherface" and well it just stuck. I think it's just freaking hill-air-ious! (go rent the movie, it's a scary funny movie)
So as I am preparing the above mentioned bottle, Mia is sitting at the table eating her waffles for dinner, with Alex in his highchair watching her. I can hear Mia say "hello" and he says "gerbergahahhhh haha eeeeee" Mia says "ok" Alex again says "gerbergahahhhhh haha eeeee" Mia laughs and looks at me (I was watching from across the kitchen) my heart just melted. Not only was I super excited that my big boy just ate his first food today. But this was Mia and his first ever conversation together. Gibberish it was. But it was music to my ears.
I quickly call Ed at the video store, they start up there conversation again, and he got to hear it! I need to make a mental note of how cute it was, and remember that when they are threatening each others lives in a few short years...
On all different sorts of levels, I am motivated, and so it is in result, I have made progress. No matter how small, or insignificant the progress is. The big thing for me is the motivation is there.
Diane and Joe watched the kids yesterday = I was able to prep for Stamp Camp, clean the art room, and hang out with Ed. We had a huge beer can chicken on the grill with stuffing and grilled veggies.
Diane and Joe still have the kids today = We woke up, went to breakfast, the bank, dropped off Stampin' Up! catalogs to Tammy and Annette, got gas for the truck ($59 GAH!!)
Dropped off and I, let me repeat, Ed sat in the truck while I got to go in and answer ALL the questions about the kids, us, our Religious upbringings, the "godparents" oh they look of sheer terror when I told her about the "Jewish" godparents... after enjoying the look and confused head turn, I quickly told her that my "Catholic" sister was going to be a third godparent over both children. (because Alex's godparents, Nikki and Loren aren't Catholic or Christian either)
That was fun, happy I did it. Clear your calendars the Baptism will be either the Sunday before or after Turkey Day.
Dropped Ed off at home, so he could devote his love and attention to all the dog shit out back. I ran to the grocery store, getting lost in the Halloween isle (LOVE IT!) Didn't get much, just some of those cool window clings that look like blood streaming down.
Came home, mowed the front lawn, Ed finished while I edged, trimmed and blew away all the grass. Ed went in to lay down (before going to work, then to work, then to work...) I hosed down all the webs and mess from the front of the house and garage. Looks pretty! Moved the bird feeder, filled it. Dumped the water garden, moved what was left inside for the winter. So now the front of the house is prepped for decorating. (I SO badly wanted to do it today, but I still have to shower, iron Ed's clothes, and go get the monkey children from the IL's)
I will save that for another day. After Ed goes to work, and I bring home the tots, I will bathe, feed and off to bed with them. Then I will go back down to the art room to clean and finish prepping for class.
Possibly some dishes to be done, but don't hold your breath, and don't even ask about the laundry. It's a small joke, I should probably eat... maybe Taco Bell on the way there. Speaking of, I got a cool email from Spark People website, about working out in the morning. Sounds insane but I think I can do it. I am fat, tired, SO out of shape, and 25 lbs is needed to be gone from my body! Could you imagine if I actually did it? Well at least there's motivation there, right?
Well I must take my sweaty ass to the shower, and go get my tator tot children. Oh and the main reason I got so much done? My Comcast connection was down last night and this morning. So I decided to stay away from here. Hmmm, amazing the things I could get done if I would just walk away...
I am very sad to say that the Channahon/Minooka Starbucks is closing on Friday September 26th. This is devastating news to me. I am sad that the closest Starbucks are both in Joliet, yes it's the next town over. But a 5 minute coffee run, is now a 20 minute commute one way. So "Hey honey, I'm gunna go get coffee, see you in an hour" just doesn't sound as fun, as a quickie at the local Starbucks.
And yes I know the local Bean Encounters is right down the road. But they suck at making a "Venti Raspberry Mocha Extra Hot" in the winter and a "Venti Raspberry Mocha Frappachino" in the summer. I can't even say my fun "Venti" any more. But maybe I will just to fuck with them... on there behalf though, I am happy that they survived with Starbucks, and I am happy to have somewhere to go. Plus it is the CUTEST place, with fireplace and all. I will just have to love it again, like I did before my Starbucks...
They do have good Carmel apple cider, but I need to find a good espresso based drink there. Bah, what a shame. Maybe the Cappachino maker I am getting in 4-6 weeks will make up for it? (Long story short my MIL earned it at work, some 20 year service thingy, thanks Diane!)
Don't think I won't find a Starbucks wherever I go, I still have my mugs, pens, planner (this years is SO cute!) Sigh... I need a new obsession...
Pick out the most important item you have in your purse/wallet and tell me why it's important to you.
Cell phone, because I need it. I have the two kidlets with me often, and I need it for emergency.
What would you take from your house if you knew it would be flooded tomorrow?
Wow. I think of this one often. Everything. Is that an option? If not, then for sure all my pictures, and scrapbooks. All the CD's with pictures burned on them. My CPU, and clothes for us to live on. The cats and dogs, food for us and the pets. Some memory stuff that I could attempt to pack, the few electronic things we could bring with. Shudder just thinking of having to leave.
If you were stuck in a room for an hour with a chalk board, what would you draw on it?
Plans for a big mansion. That is one of my favorite doodles, or names in different fonts, or trees. I am a big doodler, so this one was easy!
Sarah over at Sara and the Goon Squad asked these questions, this is what I had to say...
1) Do I really need to get a Facebook page or is this just going to be like MySpace all over again?
Yes I have both a Facebook and a MySpace page. Facebook is a naked MySpace page. Same thing, just seems to be yuppier people there. MySpace has blinkies, widgets, and more crap to waste your time on. And Facebook is so bland I just feel asleep thinking about it.
I have both because I have blinkie widget friends, and yuppie bland friends too.
2) Are you coming to the BlogHer Reach Out Tour in DC?
Nope. But thanks for the invite.
3) How often do you buy new sheets for your bed? Also - how many sets of sheets do you think you own for your main bed?
I don't think I have ever bought sheets for our bed. All have been gifts from my mom. (thanks mom) I think we have 4 sets of sheets... and we just discussed decorating our bedroom for Christmas (no not in Christmas theme, but as our gift to ourselves) since it is still "primer white" and tan carpet. Old ass comforter. I think it would make it a nice retreat for us.
4) Are you watching True Blood? Did anybody read the books?
No. No. I am reading "Odd Hours" by Dean Koontz. Anybody else?
5) Have you ever been arrested? If so, for what?
No but I was just telling Ed today, that if I were to get arrested I want a mug shot with my mohawk in it. I would also like to get arrested for kicking the current Gov. in the nuts. I would smile for that mug shot, and possibly a thumbs up too!
Well the babies are born, and business is back up again. This is the greatest thing about being a Stampin' Up! demonstrator. I can work my business around me. When I had Mia I took 3 months off and with Alex I took almost 5 months off.
I am still able to take orders, and now with the new feature on my personal Stampin' Up! website, my customers can order from me right there! Have it shipped right to them! Getting hostess benefits and all!
I have been spending as much free time as I can down in my art room, cleaning it up, and prepping for class. I have my first class on Wednesday! It's called "Go Faux or Go Home" everyone will walk out with a bitty book of at least 15 faux techniques. Like how to make faux buttons, faux tearing of paper, faux linen... all in mini page protectors, with a sample and directions.
The point of the book, is so they can have it sit right by them, when they are working, look up a technique, and wala! Plus the huge upside to faux techniques is for mailing cards. Once you start adding buttons, and brads, and big ribbon, the price on mailing one card gets to be more then you may have bargained for.
So I save my big buttons, or bulky items for 3D projects, scrapbooking, or cards I will hand to someone.
I also changed up my classes a bit. I rescheduled the time for 7 pm, instead of 6 pm. Hoping Mia will be in bed, and my mom can help me with Alex. I am also offering the class if you can't attend. I will make a project for you for an extra $5.
Well I am off to the basement to the art room, Ed just took the little ones to his parents for the night. Quality time for them, and I get some me time right now, and Ed time when he gets back!
Or have Children...
Note that neither of these pictures belong to me. I would have just had one picture, of a tore up couch and a painted dog... (grin)
So my mom was talking to our friend Piper (yes me and my mom have some of the same friends, if that tells you how tight me and my moms are) anywho, mom told Piper to check out my blog to see my new haircut. She loves it, and can not for the sake of meat and cheeses figure out how to post a comment. And yes Pipe I will start a club for you.
If you want to send me a comment, and just can't seem to get it right. (click "Insane opinions left here" at the bottom of each post) you can send me an email to gack1978 at AOL dot com. Below is the cute message Piper sent me...
"Of course...couldn't figure out how to put a post on there. Can't figure it out on my other friends blog either...maybe there should be a name for us people that can't figure it out...I came up with "UATPAB" pronounced..."you-t-pab" for Un-Able To Post A Blog! For us moron's maybe they will come up with some sort of medication for that (like every commercial on the t.v. today) that will either make you shit your pants or give you a grabber just from taking it...I am not jaded am I?? Oh my god I am totally ranting! "
Good to know I am not the only one who rambles about taking a shit... this is what makes a good friend to me. One who rambles like you do, and can appreciate you for it.
I thank them.
I was just surfing around, and found blogs that had posts on the destruction of the flooding, from the huricane. I also have friends that were up here in the midwest, that were removed from there home by boat. The nearby town of Morris flooded severly, my parents just moved there two year ago. And thank god they didn't by the house 1/4 mile from the river with the walk out basement. The house flooded, and the basement walls caved! And my friend Theresa in Munster, Indiana was hit too, with water damage, but much luckier then others nearby her. She was not one of the evicted.
I am thankful that I still have my home, my belonging, and a safe warm place to stay. I don't have money to give, I can't just up and go help with raising two babies while Ed works. But I can offer my thoughts and good wishes to all who have been effected.
I know we all go on and on about our crappy government, I just wish instead of saving starving children in foreign countries, or rebuilding in countries that are unknown to most. Instead of raising my taxes out my ass, and still closing our state parks, instead of having luxury homes in Springfield and Chicago. Why not fix our home here instead?
I know there is devistation and hunger so much worse then I will ever know, but I just see so much needed help here. So maybe if we used ALL the big fancy campaign millions (mind boggling isn't it?) to good use. Like to rebuild homes from all the hurricanes, and tornados, and flooding... no? Oh cuz you gatta look good to the other countries and save them? And you need to pay the different brodcast channels LOTS of money to put your add on t.v. when not many people really want to watch them anyway.
I am just lucky to have what I have, and I do wish that things were different. But don't we all? Eh, I am getting off my soap box. Have a lovely Sunday!
Today was Cameron's birthday party. My friend Shavonne's Man Pants turned 5 yesterday. I left the house early, so we could get something to eat. I was thinking KFC, or Tac*o B3ll, but then I remembered I would be just a few blocks from the hot dog stand I loved growing up in Joliet.
Pulling up to this sign always means, GREAT hot dogs, AMAZING sloppy joe's, and THE BEST Root beer in a big glass mug are waiting for me inside!
So I tote Alex in his car seat, the diaper bag, and Mia too. All of us go into the cute bright orange little place. I was all excited since this was the first time I had my kids somewhere I grew up. I sit Mia at the counter, on the big orange bar stool. The girls comes up and I say I need a regular hot dog for Mia, a cheese dog with Ketchup, mustard and onions, a sloppy joe, and a large root beer too!
Mia proudly hands her my debit card, and the girl tells me that they only take cash... aarrgghh... the only downfall to cute, little stands like this one... she tells me there is an ATM at the shell behind them... ok, everyone... lets go, mommy only has $4 and that won't buy all that... the girl then says..."today it will"... I gave her a baffled look. I wasn't sure if she was serious, since a hot dog is $2.25 itself... I tried to tell her to just give me close to $4 worth, but she insisted that we get it all.
I couldn't thank her enough. She said, it looked like alot of work to unload the kids, and to make me repack them in the truck, drive around the corner to the ATM, pay the ATM fee, come back, unload them, so she said "it's no big deal"
Yes it is. Now a days ain't a damn thing free, or close too it. I know if I went to a chain restaurant they would have just said no, and I would have had to pack up the kids and go. I really appreciate it... I want to pay it forward. And since I have a business of my own. I will... stay tuned to see what it is...
Oh and if you happened to be in Joliet, Illinois. Be sure to visit "Hey Hot Dog" it's on Ruby Street(Black Road), about a block east of 6 corners, sit relax and enjoy some damn good food.
Ah a favorite... they tell you what they really are in the end! Oh and Wacko my favorite, is the little guy in the blue turtleneck, yes the one without pants...
OMG! I sang it word for word, like it was 1995 all over again! I lived this show! I got all teary eyed at the end. Probably becuase the toughest part of my day was scheduling in Animaniacs and homework...sigh...
Anywho, enjoy! I always love me some Animaniacs! I think I will post a clip a day for a while... you need your Animaniacs fill...
I think on Saturday's I will post a secret, or just something I don't think you know about me... either a thought, or something I like, or something I do...
(Dr. Otto Scratchansniff from Warner Brothers "Animaniacs")
Maybe it was the love and obsession for all thing Animaniacs... but then I would secretly want to be Wacko Warner, with a lovely dash of Slappy Squirrel.
And if you have no idea who Dr. Otto Scratchansniff are, or Wacko Warner, or Slappy Squirrel, you must stop everything, and go watch the Animaniacs...
I am going on YouTube to get some videos... I am in a Warner mood... I wish there was a Warner land just like Disney land... don't give me that 6 flags crap either, I want DISNEY size... sorry rambling...
Jen over at "A Day in the Life Of..." has some fun questions... so I stole them...
Who deceased would you want to see just one more time and what would you say?
Gramma Alice, I would want her to meet Alex. She was able to see Mia for just the first 6 months, and I would also like her to see how big Mia is since.
Gramma Wanda too. I am sure she had a ton of great stories to tell about her life, before kids. I would love to know it.
Ed's friend Matt. I never met him, and he passed away suddenly. I would have him come back so Ed could say goodbye... and so he could see Ed's kids. Oh and of coarse so he could meet his nephew, Mason.
Who would you like to knock out or verbally smack down from your past?
I would love to just knock out a few people. But I am small and violence really doesn't play well with my size and all. And since I never really fought anyone, I don't really see the need to start at the ripe old age of 30.
Buuuut... I can verbally woop some ass. So let's start the list...
Lau*r3n St@l3y - Loser. Slut. And TOTAL bitch. You wanna see the queen B of them all? She is up there for the crown folks. Nothing like making fun of you for not developing as fast as the rest of the girls in your class. But a topper to do it in front of the boy you really like. Nice. She TOTALLY dissed out my best friend in grade school behind her back, and talked more shit. I know some poor sap married her. I just hope if they ever breed, that she raises her children to be ABSOLUTELY NOTHING like her.
Lila and Rich - They just get one category to share, lets not rehash Pompous Bitch, and Captain Hypocrite. Long story short, they suck. There nicknames tell it all. And they are mean to my mom. Not cool.
Crystal and Jackie - From Harrah's.
Yes, Crystal. FREAK! You freaked out, claimed I stole your $12 throw away camera, that then turned into a $200 digital camera. Grow up! You left your piece of shit disposable at my house with 3 pictures on it. I used the rest and kept it. Get over it.
Jackie. Ah yes, I truly learned the meaning of "throw me under the bus" you were being fired for force balancing and you tried to say that I was doing it too, so I should be fired. Thanks for trying to take me down with you. I thought we were cool. Oh but a few months after, you starting asking about me, like we were friends again. Riiight.
And well all know the last one right? The faux cousin? The no name coward? Hmmm... well you just got your verbal beating. Enjoy!
See this is why I have just a few tight friends. I want to stay drama free, and enjoy this life of mine. So keep your drama, I don't want any, I get all the drama I need from Reality T.V., thanks though.
What is your best feature and why?
My ass and my blue eyes. As big as my ass is, I have to say I like it. I do not have your typical white girl butt, that is flat. I got me a badonka donk, and I am proud of it. And my eyes are blue, and they are pretty.
What is your worst feature and why?
Right now my fat tummy and stretch marks, but I know those are proud baby stripes. I would be more proud if they were just like, one little one... or none at all and still be proud? But other then that my teeth. I had buck teeth growing up, and since I was a genius and lost my retainer about a week after my braces came off, my bottom teeth are all moved all over.
If you could come back as any animal what would you be? I like the monkey idea Jen! I would have to go with a Tamerian if I did. But I would have to say a Tiger. Bengel to be exact, I love them, they are huge, fight for what they want, and I have always wanted to be a cat!
Thirteen pets I have owned. Scary that I have owned so many...
so that was 11 plus the 8 animals mentioned in #12 and #13..so we are at 19... plus...
Then there is MY pets. The ones here at my house now. Wow I have had A LOT of pets... I will list these guys separate, since I am going well over 13... in order of appearance...
Then we have the 11 plus the other 8 from above, that is 19, plus the 6 here... that is 25 living things! Oh and a few Beta fish too. Holy animals! I have now summed up that in the coarse of living with animals I loved them all, the lizards and toads, all ate crickets, not that I minded, but a pain in the ass to feed and buy all the time. Dogs are great, but SUPER needy. Cats always rule, because they are not so needy and just cool to have around. The Iguana, and turtles all ate fruit, but since they didn't just come right out and demand my attention. They often went by the wayside.
So now with 4 pets, 2 kids, a husband and a house to attend to. I am thinking of not getting any new additions to my family. Just enjoy the furry and not so furry ones. Until then I will just visit the local Zoo's for a variety of animals...
