Last night, after dinner, I was cleaning up the kitchen. Big Mister & D were sitting at the table. D was still eating, she’s always the last one off the table, Mister was reading the paper. Somehow they got talking and he told her I eat bugs. She laughed and looked to me to deny it. I normally don’t pick on the kids the way he does, or go along with his antics, but something just came over me and I joined his game. I not only convinced her I eat bugs, but took it a step further. I told her that when she was a baby I use to put bugs in her bottles & she use to drink bug juice! So she ate bugs too. (I’m fucken laughing my ass off right now as I type this)

At first she kept saying NOOOO! But when I didn’t let up, I could see it finally HIT her and she believed me! Poor thing put her head down (I had to stop typing and hold my stomach because I’m laughing so hard right now), hair in her spaghetti, tears making road maps out of the dirt on her face and she CRIED!

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to her, held her, cleaned the wet dirt streaks off her face and told her we were playing. Eventually she stopped crying. I told him I can’t believe I went along with it! That makes me as bad as him! He smiled, devilishly, and said Felt good, huh? I stood there a second, looked at him, then slowly began to smile, then laugh and said HELL YEAH!

I hope therapy is covered under my health insurance at work.

Last year, can’t remember exactly when but it has to be before September because my hair was still very short, a friend of ours had a Sweet Sixteen party for her daughter. It was real nice and we had a great time. I went out and bought new clothes (YAY!) T actually dressed up!

Well, that night I put on a necklace that my friend, Emmy, had brought me back from one of her trips out to the Philippines. I’ve had that necklace for years. Even wore it to my friends’ wedding last year. Well, the night of the Sweet Sixteen we were drinking and having a grand ol’ time. When we got home, I changed my clothes, had T help me take the necklace off and then we had company come over after, I believe. I CANNOT, for the life of me, find that damn necklace! I didn’t realize I couldn’t find it until a couple of months later. But its still missing. And now its driving me CRAZY!

I keep stuff like that in T’s adult drawer because the kids know better than to go in his things. So I know jewelry will be safe in there. Hmm… I think I”m just going to have to pull that drawer out, go through it piece by piece and hope to find it. Not such a bad idea, actually. Who knows, I just may get lucky after that!

Friday evening we were all sitting around after having dinner with my folks. We were outside just bs’ing. I kindly reminded my husband that my birthday is coming up. After he finished laughing, he still didn’t ask me what I wanted! So I had to tell him. Here was our conversation:

C: You know, honey, my birthday is in 3 weeks.
T: Is it?
C: Yup.
T: Damn, you’re getting old.
C: You didn’t ask what I wanted.
T: Because you’re going to tell me anyway!
C: I want tickets to the Mary J. Blige concert!
T: HAHAHAHAHA
C: I’m not laughing. I’m totally serious.
T: When is it?
C: Friday, September 1st at 8:00, at the Verizon Amphiteatre.
T: DAAAAMMMN Bitch! You’ve got all the info already, why don’t you just go buy them?
C: Because I want you to buy them for me! And I need 2 tickets because going to a concert alone isn’t any fun.
T: Who’s the other one for? I don’t want to go!
C: No offense, you’re not invited. Its for Me & Ang.
T: Dammmn! Why should I buy them for you?
C: Because I’m a good wife and mother. I feel like I deserve them. Huh, Ang, aren’t I deserving of two tickets???
A: YUP. I’ve never met anyone more deserving as her.

About 5-10 minutes go by. The conversation has changed & out of the blue my husband starts asking me more questions about the concert and ticket price. So I’m crossing my fingers and toes!!! Oh and them I told him he might as well buy my mom a ticket, too, because she’d like to go with us. He didn’t find that very funny. If anything, I’m sure my dad’ll buy mom a ticket.

Then this weekend our local radio station was giving away tickets and the Punk-Ass husband of mine told me if I wanted tickets I better win them!

When I read other blogs, I feel like I’m invading their privacy. I know they’re put out there for the purpose of other people to read, but still, I feel funny reading them. I need to get over that.

There are so many blogs with awesome pictures, I’m jealous. I wish I had an artistic eye. I wish I could take pictures of things like fruit or even a wall and it look cool. But I can’t. I’ll have to practice that.

I was so lonely yesterday. Yet I wasn’t alone, I had the kids’ with me all day. I texted him to find out what time he’d be home, because I was going to be alone that evening. Yet, when he got home immediately he got on my nerves! Damn PMS.

Our washer is breaking down. I told him lets just go buy a new one today, since we’ve had it for 5 years & Angie had it before us. So its had its time on earth. What do you think he said? I can fix it! {rolling my eyes} But the question is WHEN? I secretly hope he can’t fix it so I can get a new one. He has no idea, but I’m going to bug him to do it today, after all, I’ve got to do laundry before and after vacation.

Why do I let her talk me into starting the weekend on Thursday??? I could’ve sworn I said I didn’t feel like drinking last night. I didn’t even want company! But I can’t be rude so I let them hang out for a bit.

See, its all her fault, really. I had a game plan and she went messed it all up. I had 5 beers in the fridge. That’s all I was going to drink. When she drank the rest of her 40 oz she asked if she could have one of my beers! I didn’t want to share, but I did anyway. Then, to make the last beer last longer, I busted out the Apple Smirnoff. We each did about 3 shots. That must’ve been what done it to me. If that wasn’t it, possibly the 10:00 beer run for another 20 beers. DAMMIT! I didn’t even want to drink last night.

Going to bed at Midnight wasn’t a very wise decision either. No wonder I woke up late, had the shakes, a headache and a hunger that wouldn’t quit! Good thing I’m leaving work early today. I can catch a nap before I go to the dentist.

Just got a text from her, guess what? She’s hanging today, too. She thinks she was still drunk when she was going to work today. If I know her, we’ll do it again tonight. Ahhh, the good times…

And its not even Monday!

How on earth did I wake up at 6:03 this morning, when my alarm was clearly set for 5:15? Someone had to come in and turn it off while I was asleep. I know I would never turn it off, knowing I’ve got to be ready to leave the house at 7:15. I know I wouldn’t have turned it off knowing I’ve got to take Lucy out, get the girls’ ready, feed Lucy, shower, make my lunch, put my contacts in, iron something for work, wash dishes, wipe down the counters and pick up dog poop before my ride comes. I’m going to have to have a discussion with my family tonight.

I’m actually surprised that in the midst of chaos this morning, that I made it to work on time. It sucks that I forgot my PMS pills. And I forgot my Carpal Tunnel pills, too. But hey, at least I made it in, right? Since it was almost 8:00 when I was in this area, I was so tempted to stop at Wal-Mart before work. I have to go there at lunch anyway. Why didn’t I stop there before work? Oh yeah, I didn’t want to be late. Ugh, I hate being a responsible adult.

When I look forward to the 9:00 hour each evening Sunday-Thursday. That’s when my family goes to bed. My husband, the kids AND the puppy. While I stay up until 11:00 just to enjoy the solitude.

When I spend more time online while at work, than actually working.

When I don’t want to sit & talk with my Grandma in the evening. Even though she watches my kids while I’m at work and has no adult conversations until the evening when my sister and I get home.

When I buy a bunch of shit on Ebay and my husband asks Now what did you buy???

When I’ve spent too much money on beer and cigarettes the previous weekend.

When I watch porn alone.

When I call in sick to work because I’ve got a hangover.

Only 11 more days til we hit the road, at 2:00 in the morning, for our mini vacation to Taos, NM. We’ve been planning this trip for months, now its here! I haven’t been to NM in 6 years, my family has never been but my parents go every few years.

The 3 kids are looking forward to it. C even checked out a book, from her school library, about NM and asked her teacher to photo copy a few pages so she can get an idea of what NM will be like.

My aunt (dad’s eldest sister), her twin grandson’s and her youngest son live there. They’re so excited for our visit. I haven’t seen the twins in YEARS! They’re 8 now and I hear they’re big. Our girls are going to have a ball with the boys.

Hardly any of our family ever goes out to visit them, its usually the other way around, they try to make it to CA at least once a year. My family is weird like that. Us? We’re looking forward to the drive! We’re looking forward to doing a whole lot of nothing! We’re looking forward to chillin’ & grillin’ !

Just think, 13 hours of driving will lead to 3 days of relaxing. Not to mention we’ll be there over 4th of July. That, I can’t wait for. Here, in the city, 4th of July gets a wee bit out of hand. You get the fools who are blowing up the illegal stuff, shooting off guns & the helicopters going all evening. Where we live, the next day, it looks like Ghetto-City with all the trash and burnt stuff left at the curb and in the street. So this get away is much anticipated.

We’ve rented a house where my aunt use to work. I can’t wait to see the place, my aunt says its very nice. Oh & the pictures I’m gonna get! Hmm…I wonder if we’ll get a Julia Roberts sighting in Angel Fire that weekend.

So, now the next two weekends are filled with errands and shopping in preparation for the long drive. Next week at work is going to be so hard, I know I’m going to have serious vacation brain. Let the count down begin…

Ugh. It was 8:50 & C wanted a quick snack, she was headed for the candy jar! I told her No & she cried like a 2 year old! {rolling my eyes} I hate when she gets that way. I usualy don’t have problems with her much, but when I do they leave me feeling crappy. I hate to loose my temper with her, but c’mon! Fricken candy?? Almost 8 years old & you’re crying because you can’t have CANDY???

That may sound boring, but if you knew my kids, you’d know they’re total crack ups! I keep my friends laughing with their stories. So I figured I’d just log their funnies.

Yesterday, Dannie & I were driving and she’s asking me if I have a napkin. I’m thinking she spilled something. Here was our conversation:

D: Mom, I need a napkin.
M: Why? What happened?
D: I’m bleeding!
M: WHAT? How can you be bleeding, you’re just sitting there.
D: Very easily, look. Now can I have a napkin?

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My oldest daughter is just finishing 2nd grade next week. Our city provides Gang Awareness and Prevention Education for our elementry students. So my daughter has been educated on gangs.

Today was their last Prevention Meeting at school, this is what she just told me:

C: Mom, I don’t know if I want to go to NM on vacation.
M: Why not?
C: I asked the GRIP counselors if there are gangs in NM and they said THERE ARE! I’m not sure we should go.
M: Honey, there are gangs everywhere. If you don’t want to go, then you can stay home with Grandma and the dog.
C: {Clearly weighing her options} Naw. That’s OK, I’ll go to NM.