NASTY BOYS

Last night, my husband, our oldest son, and a friend went to the our town's High School Fottball Semi-Final Football game. We won by the way. Off to the state championship. Go Bronchos! However, sons # 2. and #3. decided that, they would stay home with me. I was entirely too cold and; I was in no mood to go and sit, in a stadium outside for 3 hours. The death of a loved one, has a tendency to make you want to hide out at the house for a while.

Most of the evening they stayed in son # 2's bedroom. Granny, had rented them a video game earlier in the day. Seven dollars, is quite worth the price of silence for a few days. The cost of game rental fee, you know. I had managed to keep myself busy all evening. Laundry, ironing, and your basic pick up. I've got to get ready for that funeral. So, it was nearly bed time, when # 2. decides that, it was "Comedy Hour." First, he puts my drum sticks down his pajama bottoms, making a tent in the crotch area.
He then tells me that, he's had too much Viagra.

Afterwards, he puts the dog's new toy down the front of his pajama bottoms. It is two tennis balls, tied together with a very small, thick rope. He says, "Mom, look at my balls!" Of course, I laugh until I cry. Does that make me a bad Mom or what? Son # 3. says, "I see you're balls, but where is your private?" The pont being, life is funny, and my kids are funny. So... you bet, I'm gonna laugh. He then proceeds to knock on the front of the tennis balls and say, "listen to how hard they are."

Earlier in the evening, he had on my new boots with pointed heels. He was trying to walk like a girl, in order to make son # 3. laugh. Son # 3., informed him that, he was gay for doing that; I firmly disagree. I had to explain to him that, he was only doing it to make him laugh. Hey, it was all my idea anyway. At their ages, it seems as though, everything stupid is now gay. Why can't you just say, that's really stupid of you? It has turned into, a huge misunderstanding of the definition.

The last funny ha ha was when, they were both wresteling with one another. Son # 3., somehow got gas squeezed out of him, during the wresteling match. He was laughing so hard that, he could no longer wrestle. They really did, have me laughing until I was crying. I explained to my husband, the entertainment that I had witnessed prior to going to sleep. We even went over, "the gay boot issue." He agreed with me, that's not gay, just funny. I said, "you know that you would have done it too." He laughed, and said "no I wouldn't have." Which means, yes I would have.

I told him that, those two are so nasty, but so funny. He says, "how are they any differnt then you?" "You are the one that they get all of that from." "You are the one who, goes around farting and burping all of the time." That's not all true, just a little exaggerated though. It's hard to stay lady-like, in a house full of boys. In conclusion, I told my husband that, it was all his fault that son # 2 acts the way that he does. Laughingly, he agreed with me, and that's all I wanted to hear. So before, I get some nasty comments, my boys do know how to act in public. They are not the product of crude, poor parenting. Remember, life is too short, so laugh you're behind off, when you get the chance. See ya'll!

THE LIVING DEAD

Ok Lord... I give up! I can't take anymore... I'm done! How many more loved ones of mine, are you going to take away from me this month? A month or so ago, I wrote of some family friends relocating back to Indiana. The reason being, was because Renny had been in bad health. He wanted Sue to be close to her family (kids) in case anything ever happened to him.
It's funny how, God seems to get things backwards. Or did he? Maybe their recent move was, so that Renny could be around her kids when she passed. Maybe God knew what he was doing afterall. I often question his methods, and maybe I shouldn't.

However, that's what makes us human. We have tendency to question nearly everything. Again, they barely got their house unpacked. Honestly, they might not have completely, for all I know. They had only been back in Indiana about a month now. I just talked to her, last Saturday afternoon.
I wanted to tell her that, we lost our dog Maverick. She had known that, he was sick before she moved. When my Mom called me, about an hour or so ago; I couldn't believe it. I couldn't even cry at first. I got a recent picture of her out, and then the tears fell. It suddenly became real to me.

All I could think of was, "you left me!" Not only did you leave me once, but you left me twice. I mean that they moved away from us, then she had to go and die on me. About six weeks ago, before they moved, she brought me over some decorative plates. She knew that, I liked them. I got some plate hangers, and put them on the wall in a pattern right away. As she was leaving, after dropping those picutres by, she had something interesting to say. She said, 20 years from now, when I'm dead and gone, you can remember that old lady who gave you those plates. Then she laughed, after she said it.

No quite 20 years, more like eight weeks, or so. Although, If you have to die, I'd want to go the way she did. She laid down for a nap, and never woke back up. Sue was not only a family friend, but more of like an Aunt to me. I will never forget her, as long as I live. As long as I live..

POTTY MOUTH

I am taking a survey, from all of you parents. It is regarding you're children's diverse language used, in the midst of frustration. For example, the other morning, I asked my son to rebrush his teeth. He carefully put toothpaste of his brush. All of a sudden, it ended up on the floor, toothpaste side down. I am 100% sure that I heard him say "SH..!" I was only a few inches away from him, I know what I heard. I said, "what did you say?" He said, "I said...shoot." I thinking, sure you did. Not to make a big deal out of it, I left it at that.

It was far too early in the morning to, get into a big dicussion. Again, the school bus was, only minutes away. I'm kind of a progressive parent, I guess you would say. In my opinion, the bigger the deal that you make about something; the bigger of a deal you're kids will make of it too. In other words, don't draw too much attention to, something that you don't want to happen again. It's like anything else. For instance sex and drinking. I keep those two potential problems, out in the open. My parents handeled the drinking thing properly, but not the sex.

I intend on doing a better job, on that aspect of adulthood. It's along the same lines as, the girl or boyfriend that you may hate as a parent. The bigger the stink, the bigger the deal. I'm not saying that, I plan on ignoring my 11 year olds uneventful bad language. However, if sh.. is the only thing bad that he comes off with, I'm happy. Like both my Mom and husband said, where do you think that he probably get's that anyway? However, don't drop the F bomb. There is nothing worse then, a child saying the F word. It make me crazy! It makes my Mom nuts as well, she tells me.

Back to my survey. Let me know if, you're facing a potential Potty Mouth problem in your home. I'd like to see where American parents like me stand, on this issue. Get the soap out ya'll.

REASONS TO SMILE



Both my past and present reasons to smile.

THE DAWNING OF A NEW WEEK

Last week, was one for the books. I have never felt that bad, in so many days. They say that God gives you, only what you can handle. What am I, a dump truck? It seemed as though, I took on a full load. An emotional full load that is. Let's look at the the replay, shall we? #1. My monthly visitor was here. #2. I had to do some major grocery shopping. #3. I helped my
Mom Christams shop. #4. My dog died. #5. A coworkers dog died. #6. Our friend's Dad had a stroke. #7. My Aunt was put into a nursing home. #8. I had my Hysterectomy Consultation, #9. My Son got detention for something stupid. #10. Two of my favorite shows were cancelled.

Not to mention that, my house was a wreck. I didn't get all my cleaning done until, Sunday afternoon. That was entirely too much, for one person to handle. Never-the-less, that particular, memorable week is over. * I hope not to have to, go through anything like that again. Happy New Week Ya'll!

ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN

Man... has this been the week from he.. or what? Yet another beloved friend, has gone to be with God as well. Someone we know, lost their dog this morning. Her female dog, was also ten years old. However, she suffered from a brain tumor. Like our dog Maverick, they thought that she would recover too. What's up with God this week? Isn't doggy heaven full enough as it is? Or, was he just in need to a couple of new Angles? Like my Mom keeps telling me, "All dogs go to Heaven." Keep your chin up ya'll. Tomorrow will be a new day.

FAREWELL FRIEND

Maverick Malieck Moore- Schofield
December 16, 1995 to November 17, 2005
We love you, and miss you...

SIX YEARS DOWN, 44 TO GO

Today, my Husband and I have been married for six years. We have actually been together, almost seven years. I honestly can't remember, being married to my first Husband. I know that I was briefly, we managed to produce a son. It's funny, my Husband says the same thing about his first wife. He has trouble remembering anyone before me. I tell everyone that, the mind is a wonderful organ. It is full of self preservation mechanisms. Meaning that, if you suffered through tramatic events; the mind would tend to repress it. I would have to say that, my mind must have repressed over six years worth of trama, with my first husband. Again, maybe that was so long ago that, I can't remember. Mostly that, I don't want to remember. I have a wonderful life and, a wonderful Husband now. Who would want to remember those terrible things? I really do thank my Ex-Husband though.

If he hadn't been such a total Bastard, then I wouldn't have found the love of my life. My first marriage taught me how to be a better person. I realized quickly that, I'd never be the person I once was. I'm not saying that, I'm perfect. It's just that, I'm a better person for, having being put through all of that. It also made me realize, what I would and would not put up with in the future. Divorce tends to give you a new opportunity to be choosey. Dating, is a total learning lesson. You take a little bit away, from everyone that you go out with. You get to decide if, you didn't like a certain aspect of that individual. You can make an immediate note of that, and store it away for future reference. I made a lot of mental notes, while I was dating after my divorce.

Again, I'm not saying that my marriage is perfect. I am actually shocked that, we even made it this far. I am a pretty black and white person. It things are going well, all the better. If things are not going well, I want to change it. I guess that, fight or flight would describe it better. I am not actually a fighter, I am more of a flighter. I don't like confrentation at all. Although, if marriages were prefect, one would find that a little odd. Besides, our world is not the ideal place. Again, our marriage is not perfect. It is something we have to work on everyday. However, we manged to make it his far. On that note, I'll give both of us a pat on the back for that. So, if today is your Anniversary as well, Happy Anniversary to ya'll!

IN PIECES

Both my eldest dog and I seem to be in pieces. Mine of a femine nature, his more fatal. We have determined that he is not responding to the medicine that the vet perscribed for him. The medication did not help his failing kidneys. The damage was too extensive an irreversable. He is getting around ok, but still not eating on his own. I am still having to supplement his nutrition for him. My Husband says that, I am force feeding him. I guess that I am. Although, I'd do anything to keep him alive. However, Doc said that, I needed to make a decision by this weeks end. He will not get his appitite back. If that were ever to happen, it already would have. Last Friday, he had another appointment. This appointment was just a weigh in. He had lost another pound. This weighs him in at, only 35 pounds. He normally weighs around 52 pounds. The poor guy, is just a mere shadow of himself.

Doc was also concerned about, me going in for my surgery just completely exhausted. If I could have saved him, until he regained his strength; it would be of no consequence if I was exhausted. The other concern was, that no one would we home to feed and water him, as well as I do. I explained to him that, if he did in fact respond to the medicine that; someone would take care of him with no problem. Again, I hated to hear from Doc that, I would have to make that dreaded decision. My parents said that, I will be doing him a favor. Also that, he can't tell you how he feels. He could be suffering, even if he doesn't look like it. This will be, one of the hardest things that, I have had to do in a long time. Your pets do become your family. They are just like another one of your children.

Everyone tells me that, he has had a good, full life. Again, he has outlived the normal life expentency of a Shar Pei. Doc said that, if you get a decade out of a Shar Pei, you have done somehting right. I only wish that, he would have lived to see his 10th Birthday in December. Although, I know that, I will forever feel guilty. Maybe if, my surgery hadn't been in the near future that, I could have decicated all of my time and energy to him. Not that, I hadn't been anyway. Again, everyone tells me that, I have tried. I did in fact, buy him an extra two weeks of life. However, my Mom said that, his quality of life is not good right now. I just honestly feel bad physically, but emotionally as well. Hopefully after my Dog passes, and my surgery is over, I will feel better. My heart is just very heavy right now.

THE DEEP FREEZE

I had one upsetting conversation with my Sister-In-Law Saturday morning. However, my poor Husband had several miscommunications between he and his Sister. Family disputes are complicated. Both sides have to be heard. Then, you have to pick which side, that you want to be on. No matter how neutral, that you claim that you are remaining. It will always happen. It has been rather difficult to put all of my husband's "mental cards" on the table to his Sister. He has shared his opinions on he and his Fahter's estrangement, with only me. He has wanted to keep his Sister, from getting in the middle of their problems. She has done very well, for the past two years in staying out of it. She claims that, my Husband and their Father are both rediculous. I guess you'd have to know the whole story to make that decision.

All of which, I'll spare you from having to listen to. In a nut shell, my Husband's parents were far from being ideal parents. They were selfish, emotionally unavailable, impatient, abrasive, crass, and narrow minded. Polar opposites of my Parents. My family my has it's problems at times; but nothing like my Husband's family. I think that his Parents, are in fact crazy. It makes you wonder what happened, to make them become the kind of people that they are. Not everyone had the ideal upbringing. Never-the-less, that does not give a person the right to, excuse yourself throuh life because of what happened to you as a child. My point is, just becasue you had an unhappy childhood, don't carry on that behavior into adulthood.

It is a similar situation, as of one who has been abused. It has been medically documented that, those tendencys have become a learned behavior. You treat others how, you have been treated. I'm not saying that, I know anything about my In-Law's childhood. Although, I would have to imagine that, they were not healthy ones. Their poor parenting is a reflection of that.
My Dad had no birth Father grwoing up, and his Mother worked out of state. He was raised primarily by his Grand Parents. Never-the-less, he managed to become a functional adult, husband, and parent. I guess that I have totally lost my point in all of this.

My Husband somehow smoothed things over, with his sister Saturday morning. We all put on our game face, as we headed for our nephews 16th Birthday party. I told my Husband how, this thing would play out prior to arriving. I explained in detail, how our treament of his Parents would be. I am fully schooled in the mistreatment of his Parents. Again, I've been through all of this before. I had to attend my Step-Nephew's last two Birthday partys, with only our kids in toe. My Husband decided to go to this party for a few reasons. The main reason being, it would completely annoy his parents to be in the same room with us. The other being, it was his Nephews 16th Birthday party. To hell with his parents. So what, if they were going to be there.

It played out exactly as I predicted. All we got was, dirty looks, nor comments from his parents. Actually, no conversation what- so- ever. He explained, "that's exactly how I wanted it." Don't say a word to me, and we'll be fine. We all survived somehow. His parents practically did skid marks, getting out of there shortly after we arrived. Our middle son, acknlowledged to me silently, when he heard that they we leaving. Like I'm deaf or something. He even did a small victory dance. Ok... I know how tacky that must have seemed. However, no one saw him. My Husband explained to me that, him acting like that towards his Parents was my fault. I tend to disagree. They have their own minds, ideas, and opinions. He has had the misfortune of, getting the brunt of their poor behavior. This is becasue, he is the Step-Grandson. He was the easiest for them to target.

Fortunately, he is unaware of all of their misconduct towards him. That's exactly how, I tend to keep it. As my Husband put it, "he's an innocent kid in all of this." Again, that's all so unfortunate for them. They will never know, how great of a kid he truly is. So... to all of the single people out there. Make sure that, you're significant other had no interactions with his parnts. Although, make sure that, he makes no bones about it. In other words, make sure that it doesn't bother him. It is so much easier not having In-Laws. Cath ya'll Coo Coo's later.

DRAMA CLASS CANCELLED FOR TODAY

I was talking to a friend of mine, over the phone last night. She called because, she hadn't heard from me in a while. Not because, I've become a neglegent or Shitty Friend. To be honest, I just got lost in my own life for a while. By the way, the term "Shitty Friend" is a new phrase that I coined, this past summer. It came about, do to a particular circle of friends that we were socializing with. Not knowing a certain fact, that you really should know about about your friend; would earn you the title "Shitty Friend." I explained to her that, I've been dead tired, and busy. Several things here at home, have kept me preoccupied. My Husband and I, have been disagreeing a little this week. I nearly lost my beloved Shar Pei last weekend. He's still on the mend. Which means that, I'm still having to supplement his drinking and feedings with, a turkey baster.

There was also the "Family Fence Mending" that I attempted this week. Lastly, I go in for my surgery, in a couple of weeks. I've spent most of my evenings, curled up with a heating pad. I'm just, sick and tired of, being sick and tired. I can't wait until, I get to feeling better. Maybe, I will have bought myself, a couple of goods years after my surgery. I'm still dredding my impending Hysterectomy. I told my freind last night that; if it weren't for everyone else, I'd have a normal life. I sometimes wish that, I had nothing in my life to make me crazy. She has a fairly quiet life, and I'm pretty envyous of her. I've spent thirty-five years on this planet, and my life still runs off into the ditch sometimes.

I'm still managing to keep it all together. It seems as though, the very moment that I get it all down; someone changes the rules on me. I still have to deal with, the daily grind of my domestic dutys as well. You know what I mean, kids, husband, dogs, homework, meals, laundry, errands, and the household chores. I'll manage to get it all back together soon. So for right now, Drama Class Is Cancelled. Meaning that, my plate is full right now. I can't take on anything else that, might distract me. See ya'll!

THE BROKEN OLIVE BRANCH

Yesterday, I tried once more to reach out to my Father-In-Law. However, my plea went unanswered. My Mother-In-Law, corresponded for him via E-Mail. Apparently, he was still too upset to respond to me himself. This was my last ditch effort to try and smooth things over. A two year, ongoing dispute, has left us estranged from my Husband's parents. This was due to, over 30 years worth of selfishness, and neglegent parenting. I'm guessing that, my Husband felt far too old to deal with that sort of behavior any further. My Step-Nephew, will have his 16th Birthday party Saturday afternoon. I was just trying to calm the waters a bit, before attempting to attend the party. Unfortunately, I had revieved the ultimate cold shoulder from my In-Laws before. This treatment happened at, my Step-Nephews last two Birthday partys. I was obligated to, attend these partys without my Husband, he had to work. I swore to myself that, I would never let that happen again. Never-the-less, something just came over me yesterday morning in the shower. It was like the voice of God, telling me to try once more.

After bathing, I promptly went to the computer. I wasn't for sure if, I could remember their E-mail address. Evidently, I had the right one. I wrote a quick letter to my Father-In-Law. It was not an inappropriate letter by any means. I was as tactful and as forthcoming, as I could be. I checked the computer frequently for his reply, most of the day. By late afternoon, I had given up. I had even let my Sister-In-Law know of, what I was about to do. In regards to writing him that is. She informed me of, how impressed she was. Once again, I'm being the bigger person. It seems as though, I've become the family fixer. I don't like that role, it just suites . I kept the fact that, I had even written to my Father-In-Law from my Husband the entire day. I knew how he would react. Just as I expected that he would, when I told him later on.

I informed him that, I had told his Sister that the boys and I would be there. He said, "no you are not." I am not going to listen how badly that you were treated, by my parents another year. Then, when I finally got a reply from his Mother, he was even more insistent that I not attend. The E-mail that I recieved, was quite crass. Furthermore, the grammer and punctuation was atrocious. I can't stand reading material written by, uneducated indivuals. It makes them seem more ignorent then they already are. It was full of slang terminology and, run-on sentences. Honestly, he was quite mad at me when I told him the whole story. He said that, "I should have never E-mailed his Father in the first place." I explained to him that, I was only trying to smooth things over a bit, before we went to the party.

He also said, "I hate it when you talk for me." I explained how, that was not at all what I was doing. I was just once again, trying to keep, or make the peace. By reading my Mother-In-Law's responce, I had already made up my mind. My Husband didn't need to make it up for me. My Sister-In-Law even suggested to her that, "you came on kind of harsh." However, she failed to edit her letter to me and, sent it as it was. I explained to my Sister-In-Law, it's not so much what you say, it's how you say it. She fully agreed with me. Well folks, that's my "Redneck Drama" for the day. I doubt that you will hear anything further from my on this subject. It is, a toal waste of my time and energy. See ya'll later.

PRAYER WORKS

If there is a God, he must have heard me. My Shar Pei, has hung on over the weekend. They diagnosed him, with "failing kidneys." My Vet called me yesterday afternoon, after getting the test results. The Vet asked me how Maverick was doing? I said," a lot better." Also that, he was suprised that he was doing better. According to his test results, he shouldn't be here. He told me that, "I could pat myself on the back." He said that, "you instinctually knew what to do." "You kept him alive by, pumping fluids in him with the turkey baster." He said, "you did it girl, it was nothing I did." I suppose that it's both, the Mother and Medical Assistant in me. Keep in mind that, I don't get paid for my craft, but I still know how to use it. Although, I guess that, anyone could have done what I did for him without a Medical education.

I have been very busy this weekend with, feeding and watering him myself. He has been drinking some water on his own. Otherwise, I've been doing it for him. I have made him eat cooked hamburger, and rice baby cereal in the turkey baster. He has also seemed to enjoy, the grape flavored baby water. Anyway, the Vet said that he would order some Phosphorus Binders, and would have them for me today. With both the medicine and vitamins, he should get well. I truly hope so, I'm not ready to let my beloved freind go. He's like one of my kids. Again, he's even older then, our youngest human son. I'll tell you that, I was more worried about our middle son, it's his dog. I was so sure that, I was going to have to put him to sleep friday. I even had my neighbor build him a wooden casket friday morning.

I was relieved at, his friday evening Vet appointment. I could just see the Vet, giving us the bad news in front of our son. We had no choice but, to take him along. His Father was late, picking him up for his weekend visit. Although, it appears that, we will have him around for a little while longer. Well I should go, I have my own Dr.'s appointment to deal with today. Catch ya'll dogs later!

PRAYER FOR MY PUPPY

Well, he isn't quite a puppy, he's almost 10 years old. He's actaully one month shy of being 10. I'm talking about my Shar Pei. Maverick has an appointment, with the vet this evening at 5:15. P.M. His health has slowly declined, over the past month. Over the last two weeks, he's quit drinking and eating. I've been using a trukey baster to feed and hydrate him. I hope that this isn't the end. He's been a wonderful friend and companion. Although, in the life span of Shar Pei's, he's outlived his expectency. They only live to be around six years old. I've had atleast two sleepless nights worrying about him. Hoping that I didn't have to make "the decesion" this evening. I even went over the possibilities, with my son over dinner yesterday. You see, he was a Birthday present for my son's second Birthday. Again, my son will be 12 in March.

I knew a long time ago, that this day would come. I just hope that, it's not finally here. I explained to my son that, it's ok to cry and be sad. I just didn't want him to do it, for a long time. He's already asked for another dog. I said, we're not even going to talk like that. You can never fully replace a beloved pet. New pets serve only as a destraction, then you grow to love them as well. Here's my plea to all of you animal lovers. Just pry that, whatever decision that I have to make today will go smoothly. Thank ya'll. God Bless.

101 THINGS PLUS, A FEW MORE

102. I'm clostaphopic.
103. I hate to drive.
104. I love the beach.
105. I'm afraid of the ocean.
106. I hate people who are, face talkers.
107. I love chocolate chip cookies.
108. I didn't eat a steak until I was thirty.
109. I once went parasailing, 300 feet in the air with my husband.
110. I hate it when someone says my name, when speaking to me.
111. I hate the snow.
112. I am very cold natured.
113. I have never weighed more then 126 pounds, I was pregnant.
114. I do not go to church, I have had two bad experiences.
115. I had chicken pox in the 3rd grade.
116. I drink more milk, then my kids.
117. I take, what my husband calls, anger management medicine.
118. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana.
119. I hate having neighbors.
120. I turned into a huge hick.
121. I have replaced my nasal accent, with one of a hick.
122. I love my jeans and boots.
123. I hate make-up. (It feels and smells bad)
124. I sometimes sleep naked.
125. I love, a smoke and a cup of coffee in the morning.
126. I hate my yearly pelvic exams with a passion.
127. I hate to get up early.
128. I love to say, I told you so.
129. I don't have many women as friends.
130. I hate to tell my kids to do something, more then once.

101 THINGS ABOUT ME

1. I am 35 years old.
2. I am too short.
3. I am told that, I'm too skinny.
4 . I am not a natural blonde, a dishwater blonde.
5. I color my hair often.
6. I love to tan, at the tanning salon.
7. I shave everything that needs it, everyday.
8. I was adopted as an infant.
9. I have no idea, who my birth parents were.
10. I have, the most wonderful adoptive parents on earth.
11. I am still spoiled by my parents.
12. I hate to work, outside of the home.
13. I have issues, with authority and failure.
14. I still borrow money, from my parents.
15. I am afraid of getting lost, driving in the car.
16. I couldn't support myself.
17. I got my college education at 31.
18. I am somewhat of a control freak.
19. I don't like, dry tooth paste in bathroom sinks.
20. I don't like piles of dirty clothes.
21. I can't look people in the eyes, when talking to them.
22. I hate people who do not use english properly.
23. I do care, what people think.
24. I don't deal with lazy kids.
25. I don't allow, my kids' rooms to be dirty.
26. I don't allow, my kids' bathroom be dirty.
27. I don't agree with the statement, "their only kids."
28. I believe that, kids do no better.
29. I do not like loud kids.
30. I don not like disrepectful kids.
31. I have only one child, my son.
32. I am divorced.
33. I am remarried.
34. I got married too young, the first time.
35. I have two step sons.
36. I have found that, my step sons get on my nerves.
37. I love my husband with all that I have, and all that I am.
38. I have found my soul mate, in my husband.
39. I don't ever want to, live without my husband.
40. I have a sexy, attractive husband.
41. I have a husband that, still turns me on.
42. I love, making love to my husband.
43. I have a husband with control issues as well.
44. I have a husband that, reminds me of his father all too often.
45. I have no relationship with my in-law's, via my husband.
46. I honestly don't understand my in-laws.
47. I have two sisters- in-law.
48. I have two brothers-in-law.
49. I have two step-nephews.
50. I have one step-niece.
51. I have a brother, who is 11 & 1/2 months younger.
52. I have hated my brother at times.
53. I was once sorry that they adopted him.
54. I once went, three years without talking to my brother.
55. I once thought that, my brother was gay.
56. I think that, my ex-husband is gross and fat now.
57. I can not stand my son's step-mother.
58. I can not stand my step-son's mother .
59. I really can't remember, being married to my ex-husband.
60. I was married to my ex-husband, for a little over 6 years.
61. I hate the wind, it messes up my hair.
62. I don't like getting caught in the rain.
63. I don't like to be dirty, and sweaty.
64. I hate to have, dirt on my hands when gardening.
65. I'm not afraid of my husband's motorcycle anymore.
66. I love riding in our boat.
67. I love decorating my house.
68. I love watching my husband play sports.
69. I love watching my kids play sports.
7o. I don't play sports very well.
71. I hate to play group games.
72. I hate to play board games.
73. I hate video games.
74. I love finding money in the clean laundry.
75. I love to go to the bar.
76. I love to dance at the bar.
77. I danced on a TV show, as a teen for 2 & 1/2 years.
78. I have never bought a car, but I have owned plenty.
79. I love to sing, but can't very well.
80. I have three dogs.
81. I have a new phobia of cats.
82. I hate it when animals die.
83. I don't go to funerals, even if I am suppose to.
84. I couldn't stand my Dad's Mother.
85. I didn't cry in 2001, when my Grandmother died.
86. I have a Mother-In-Law who, passed away before I knew her.
89. I have an obsession with my late Mother-In-Law.
90. I wish that I could, communicate with my late Mother-In-Law.
91. I don't like to discuss death.
92. I don't like to think that, one day my animals will die.
93. I hate barking dogs.
94. I love the paranormal.
95. I have a husband who is, an undeveloped psychic medium.
96. I hate to cook everyday.
97. I smoke 1/2 a pack a day.
98. I love Pepsie, not coke.
99. I hate the mall.
100. I hate kids with, crusty boogers on their faces.
101. I want to be out of debt one day.

CONTROL YOUR JOY

Are you kidding me? It's The End Of The World As We Know It!... And I feel fine. Well... I don't today. Five minutes ago, a truck carrying those storage pods arrived next door. A large white pod, was delivered to the ajoining driveway. The house has been empty since July, after we ran the renters off. Not really, but we had a little to do with it. They were complete Jack Asses. They never cut their grass, never spoke, their dogs barked constantly, and they were late with their rent. I knew the home owners. They used it as their private residence before relocating, then moving. The renters, only lived there from last November to last July. That was more then enough for me. It was nothing in comparision to the chaos, that I put up with for the 18 months prior. Again, I knew the home owners. We were, and are still friends. We just can't live next door to one another. They have an unimaginable, special-needs child. He was bigger then most adults that I know. Although, he had the mind of somone atleast 10 years younger then he was. He was kind of like that guy from the movie, the Goonies.

You know, the big over grown guy, who they kept in the basement. It's not like they treated him that way or anything. He was just huge, and emotionally challenged. He was quite literally, like a bull in a china closet. Very big, and destructive. It was really sad, but yet annoying at the same time. Unfortunately, I have no tollerance for children like that. That's because, I'm spoiled in that regard. My boys, are like every other kid. Our middle son, tried very hard to get along with him. However, that only seemed to work for about five minutes at a time. This boy would constantly throw an tantrum about something. After the five or ten minutes was over, they would quit playing together then go their seperate ways. Sadly enough, the rest of the kids on our street has no patience for him. This is when, I thanked God every day, that all three of our kids were normal. Not only normal, but all are gifted. I have no idea how that happened, but I will take it.

At the end of the neighbors residing next door, his mother and I came to blows. Keep in mind, we were friends. It was just simply, all that I could endure. We are still friends to this day, and speak over the phone. She has repeatedly told me, not to worry about it. She said, this has happened everywhere that they have ever lived. People, just got sick of dealing wither her son.
Again, I'm still pretty disgusted with the idea of new neighbors. After all, I was here first. Besides that, my house is paid for. When we bought this house three years ago, there was no one on either side of us. The people to the right of us, are great people. I enjoy having them as neighbors. They are pleasant, and for the most part, keep to themselves. Our family moved out here for two reasons. The first reason is to be closer to my parents who live in this town. The second reason was becasue, I needed the quiet. As I became older, I came to a realization. I wanted some space, and most of all quiet.

I am entirely too old for noise, and neighbor drama. I'd be just fine with anyone who lives there, if they just keep it together. I could give a crap at this point, about anything further. Just mow the freakin grass, and wave when you see me. Above all... be quiet! After all, this is the suburb/country. Not quite the country, but not the city either. It's a small country town, on the rise. Not exactly what I thought would happen either. I didn't want the city to grow up around us. Again, that's progress, what can you do? I can't decide how I'm going to play this one? Meaning, I don't know how I'm going to handle the new neighbors. I'm indecisive right now. I don't know if, I'm going to be the jerk who doesn't speak. Again, being neighborly, has got me nowhere.

Here's my juvinile view on the whole situation. I was here first, and my house is paid for. You are only the renters. You don't belong here. The only reason that you are here is because, the homeowners know nothing about business. They think that they will turn this huge profit, if they hang on to the house for a few more years. They havn't seen the growth of the city in the past year. I tried to explain how unfair it was, by having renters next door. I got neither sympathy nor empathy. I'm sure that I will have much more to complain about in the days to come. Maybe, I should get some empty beer cans and throw them around out front. I wonder if anyone can hook me up with some large, fake, pot plants for our back yard? See ya'll!

TESTOSTERONE EQUALS ATTITUDE

I live in a house where, everyone is a male but me. There is my Husband, three sons, and three male dogs. I am the only one who, pees sitting down. I guess that, there is a reason for me being the only female around here. It's probably because, I'm more then enough. Meaning that, just one of me, is all that they can stand. It's pretty neat though. It's like being the Queen Bee. I run the hive, and tell everyone else what to do. Although, the worker bees aren't very cooperative. The hive is, forever messy. Anyway, I've notice something about son number one. The older that he get's, the worse his attitude is. He's over 14 now, and thinks he knows it all. I can remember as a kid, seeing a photo copy on my Baby Sitter's cork board. It said, "kids, please leave home now, while you still know it all." She had three children herself. I didn't undrstand that until, I became an adult.

This weekend, number one son was unaccounted for, for about 40 minutes. He rode home from the Flag Football game with the 16 year old neighbor. He also plays on my Husbands team. When those two get together, neither one of them has a brain. This isn't the first incedent either. There were quite a few, pre-drivers license situations. However, I didn't realize that, it took 40 minutes to go back and get a hat, then stop for gas. My Husband was so worried that, he went back to check on them. Neither of them were anywhere to be found. They rolled in here about five minutes before my Husband. They were chatting, sitting in front of the house. I said to number one son, "if I were you, I'd get my A** in here!" Have you ever seen the "Oh sh**" look from kids? I happen to love it. In fact, I live for it. Especially when, I provided the atmosphere to account for that look.

I also enjoyed, hearing sons number two and three talking amongst themselves. Things like, "Dude... he's going to be in trouble when Dad get's home." Son number one finally made it inside. I said, "since when does it take 40 minutes to get home from the Community Center?" At that point, he had his mouth open and arms stretched out in that "what" look. I seriously wanted to knock the skin off of his skull. Hey... I'm an old RED NECK Mom. I'm not above beating that A**. I know that, I probably wouldn't. Even if I don't really, they have to think that. They are all going to be bigger then me. I'm only 5'4, and weigh 100 pounds. My Husband says that, I've got to get my bluff in now. He's actually been telling me that since, they were all tiny little boys. My younger brother has always been tall. I can remember our Mom telling him jokingly, "I'm going to get on a chair, and kick your A**!" Of course, he'd just laugh. Our Mom is only 5'4 as well.

Soon, my Husband got home. It is then, that the lecture began. Neighbor kid also got into the middle of it. He was there to verify that, we really were where we said that we were. He actually handeled it better then I would have. I try to stay out of most of the Step-Kid disciplinary measures. That's his boys, and he can take care of it. Athough, when there are here with just me, I am responsible for the disciplin. Again, if in fact it had been up to me, it would have "Been On Like Donkey Kong." In conclusion, I've found that, Testosterone equals attitude. I can wait until they've all reached puberty. I'm kidding... I can wait. See ya'll soon.