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Here are some of the pictures the girls took last weekend. I really liked the one’s with the black background because they were goofing off, but I’m pissed that it didn’t dawn on me black wouldn’t work because they’ve got dark hair! Grrr. Oh well, we didn’t spend a small fortune so I’ll most likely be going back again soon and doing more.
March can’t get here quick enough, for me.
I feel a wee bit stressed out. I feel a bit down, too, lately. The holiday’s are over. The weather is crappy. I just need a break.
I can’t wait for our trip to Mexico and Vegas. I can’t wait for the warm weather, in May, to go camping. I can’t wait to see my best girl friends, too. I can’t wait to get some alone time with my man where he’s not either in bed early or too tired. I can’t wait to get some “grown up” time with my friends and not have to tie a shoe, get a ball out from under the car, wipe up a juice box spill or sniff pajama’s to see if they’re clean enough to put on a half sleeping child.
I can’t wait to be away from my office, the phone, the PC, my desk, loud co-workers and the lady who’s perfume makes me gag and sneeze each time she walks by my desk, for an entire 10 days. 10 DAYS, people! Ahhhh…
I can’t wait to be lounging on the patio, at 11:00 in the morning, with a beer in my hand, listening to music, watching the waves hit the shore while laughing with my friends.
45 more days and I’ll be in Mexico on a very much needed break from life. Give me strength…
When I buy something from someone on eBay and they don’t leave me any feedback.
Each and every time I make an eBay purchase I pay within a day. Sometimes its even within minutes of the auction ending. I do this because, quite frankly, I’m an impatient person and I want what I bought NOW. The quicker I pay the quicker (I expect) to receive my shipment. That’s not unreasonable, right?
Well it pisses me off that a recent buy I made, on 1/9/ I just got last Thursday. It was just a CD dropped into a padded envelope. That’s it. And it took over 2 weeks to get? Fine, whatever. But I paid this bastard within 30 minutes of the auction closing and guess what? His punk ass still has NOT left me feedback even though I left feedback for him. Rude. That’s all I’ve got to say.
But on the flip side, I made a purchase from a lady, last month, and not only did she ship it (what seemed like) immediately, but she included a handwritten Thank You note with an added surprise! In addition to my ceramic purchase, she included a ceramic tile magnetic with a nun holding a Margarita and it says Sister Mary Margarita. I TOTALLY love Margarita’s! LOL
That’s all. I just wanted to vent.
Have a nice day!
I remember we were on a mini vacation, like we usually take. There were a bunch of us couples, but none that I really knew well. That was sort of odd and a bit uncomfortable, but I dealt with it.
It seemed as soon as we got there he changed. He wasn’t as attentive as he usually is. Then this white girl showed up, alone, but she must have been invited because she seemed pretty comfortable in the place and with the people.
Maybe its my ability to pick up on things that don’t feel right or it could have been plain jealousy, which I would never admit anyway, so let’s call it my ability to sense something wasn’t right, OK?
Anyways, he seemed to get along well with this white girl. (I still don’t know her name.) I would walk into a room and they’d be sitting on the love seat watching TV. Um, why do you have to share such a small space when there are other places to sit?? Is what I was thinking, but didn’t say. Then I’d notice them chatting and laughing, alone, more than I felt was right. The final straw was when I caught him giving her a foot massage. Dude, you’re engaged, you don’t rub other woman’s feet! That’s a N-No, Mr.
I asked him to join me in a private room for a quick conversation. And he did. (I was so proud of myself, because I didn’t bust her in the side of her for fucking with my man. I must have been sober.) When I asked him What do you think you’re doing? How do you think that makes ME look? Don’t you know better than that? And Don’t you care how its going to effect me? Then What about our wedding next week? You’re not acting like a man who is about to get married! The look on his face said it all. He didn’t show my hurt feelings had any effect on him. His face wasn’t that of a man bothered by guilt or sorrow. He didn’t apologize for his behavior. He didn’t say anything. But he got this one look on his face that said it all. Then it hit me. I said Oh my god. You don’t want to get married, huh? He didn’t answer me, but I knew. What was weird was that it felt like a relief, to me too. I was OK with not marrying him the next week.
As he walked away it hit me, I thought about my kids. Then I said Michael, what about the kids? That was the only time he spoke to me, he stopped, looked back at me and said They’re not my kids, so I don’t care. Then he walked out.
I should have been mad, but I wasn’t. I felt fine with this decision. I’m a strong woman who is capable of surviving in this world without a man or a husband. My mom taught me that. So I grabbed my things and left the vacation house. Still proud of myself because I still hadn’t said one word to the white girl, who I KNEW was going to be doing my man later. Whatever, they deserve each other, she’s a skank and he’s a dog.
Once I began walking I noticed the sun was setting and man, it was a gorgeous sunset. That was the last memory I had of Michael and the skank. Then I woke up to find myself wrapped up in Mister’s arms, this morning. Where I’m suppose to be.
This morning we’re taking the girls to a studio and have their pictures taken for the first time since 20002!
Why so long in between photo shoots? Um, a little person, who shall remain nameless (The Snitch) refused to cooperate all the gazillion times since then. I understand small children tend to be shy and timid during a certain age period, usually when they’re around 2 years old, but its something they usually outgrown in a year or so. This girl? Hers lasted 3.5 YEARS! After awhile I began to think it was plain stubbornness and just said Screw it! And haven’t made a studio attempt since 2005.
Over the years we tried bribes, threats, negotiating, begging and pleading. Nothing has worked. Do you know how much it sucks ass to be seen pleading with a 3 year old to Please smile for the lady and I’ll take you to McDonald’s!
Now that she is almost 5 years old, the shy routine is out the door. I’ve got her number and I know her game. I took them shopping for picture clothes last night so I think we’ll have a good sitting.
I wonder if its possible to have the images put on a CD for me and then just print my own pictures. Hmmm… So wish us luck. When I get the pictures or proofs I’ll make a point to scan them and show you guys.
Last night Drama Queen lost her tooth. The Tooth Fairy forgot to visit her. Fuuuuck…
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| Thirteen Childhood Memories
1. I remember learning the hard way that cats don’t like water. We lived on a street that would flood when it rained. I got hold of someones cat and thought it would be funny to drop it in the water. Not only did I not succeed, but I came into the house bleeding, crying and nursing puncture wounds. I know. I know. That’s what I get. Whatever. I think that is why I don’t like cats. ******************************** 2. We’ve always gone to my grandma K’s house on Christmas Eve. My uncle would be in charge of handing out gifts to us kids. That punk ass would make us wait, with gifts on our laps, until the clock hit midnight then we’d RIP into our gifts. We HATED that shit and were very happy when he upped and moved his ass to Oregon! Now I’M in charge of the gifts on Christmas Eve and that shit is over by 8:30! ******************************** 3. It was Halloween and I was about 5-7 years old. My dad dressed me up in Army fatigues and combat boots for my costume. Thanks, Dad. 4. When my cousin, Robert, and I were little kids about 5-7 years old my grandma use to give us a dollar and a note then send us to the corner store to buy her cigarettes. ********************************* 5. Do you remember those roach clips with the feathers on them? My dad bought me one, a pretty one with purple in it, and my mom let me wear it, in my hair to school when I was in the 4th grade. Little did I know what the clip side was used for. I think it got taken away from the office lady. Bitch. ************************************ 6. When I was about 7-9 years old, our family took a trip to Tijuana, Mexico for the day and we ended up at a Bull Fight. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I can’t remember all the details, but I remember the gore in the arena and a fight that broke out in the stand of spectators due to too much tequila drinking! LOL ************************************* 7. I hated it when my grandma would make clothes for us. She would buy BIG ASS rolls of material and make outfits for my two aunts and I. The three of us are only a couple if years apart. Do you know what that means? It means we all went to school together. Which meant that we’d have to go in matching outfits! The humiliation of a 6 year old. ************************************ 8. I couldn’t wait for Saturday mornings so I could get up and watch the Smurfs!************************************ 9. I remember the day I first touched the butt of a boy. I was in 4th grade and was chasing a boy, Conrad, at the park when I went to grab at his shirt, he got away and my hand grazed his butt. I was so excited and embarrassed. Of course that made me like, and chase, him more. ************************************ 10. When I was about 9-10 I had to go to church so I can make my Confirmation. That meant Sunday mass, too. Ugh. What made it easier to get up and go was the hot new Priest, Father John. Grrr baby! He was a young, hot, cutie of a priest. Nothing like the Monsignor we’d been listening to for 200 years! I’m so going to hell for that, aren’t I? *********************************** 11. When I was little I remember the first time I caught a glimpse of a porno movie. My dad was “babysitting” me, mom was at work, and he had friends over. He told me to stay in my room because the guys were going to watch a movie. He pulled out the projection screen & started a movie on a reel. I peeked and saw, on the screen, a man’s big white butt pumping away with a lady hooting & huffing under him. I quietly closed the door and went back to playing with my dolls. I don’t think I knew what I was seeing, but I must have known something or else why would I remember it all these years? *********************************** 12. I can’t remember the date or even the AGE I started my period. Does that make me a weird girl because I didn’t embrace it as a passing into womanhood??? ************************************* 13. I’ve only been to the circus once, when I was a little kid. My grandfather took all of us kids. It sucked ass. I’ve never been so disappointed in a birthday gift in my entire life. Not only was it stupid, but I came home smelling like animal shit. Thanks, Grandpa. ****************************************
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That is the year I turned 18, the year I graduated from High School and the year this prom picture was taken. So, in honor of 1991 I give you a few facts:
George Bush was our President
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A gallon of gast costs $1.14
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A first-class postage stamp cost $.25 then shot up to $.29 2/91
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NY Giants won the Superbowl 20-19
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The Bulls beat the Lakers in the NBA Championship game
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Smells Like Teen Spirit, by Nirvana was released
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Pee Wee Herman got busted playing with his Pee Wee in public
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Mariah Carey was the Best New Artist that year.
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Opposites Attract by Paula Abdoul was the best video
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The Firm, by John Grishman, was a #1 seller
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Silence of the Lambs was released
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1991 was the year Rodney King was beat by the Los Angeles police
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Remember the 1-800-C.O.L.L.E.C.T commercials?
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Beverly Hills 90210 was in full swing in 1991.
Woo-Hoo!! I just reserved our camp sites for our annual Memorial Weekend camping trip!
We went to scope out another lake yesterday, Lake Isabella and it sucked. No trees, the camp sites were too small and very underdeveloped. Not worth it, to us, for the 2.5-3 hour drive it would take for us to get there. Especially when we would have to leave at 3am to make the trip. Nah.
For years, we’ve gone to Silverwood Lake but a few years ago there was a VERY bad fire in that area and a lot of the camp ground was effected by it and damaged. So we had been going to a different camp ground. Well, that back up camp ground has began to attract the um…how shall I word this in a P.C. manner…least desirable people, to us. Yeah, we’ll just leave it at that, OK. So last year Mister and my dad decided NO MORE. And we were on the hunt for a new site.
Well, after a few day trips this season we’re heading back to Silverwood. Which has always been our favorite. Its clean. Its familiar. The lake isn’t too far. And if we forget anything we can always take the lovely scenic drive into Hesperia and hit Wal-Mart! Not to mention, being near a HUGE air conditioned retail joint is always nice to have as back up when its 105 degrees and you just can’t seem to cool down. Call me a whimp, I don’t care. I do it for my kids! Yeah, that’s right. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Yesterday, while driving up to the lake, my girls had asked how long we’ve been camping. They’ve been camping since before they were born. Seriously. I was camping while pregnant. And The Snitch got her first taste of camping dirt when she was just 3 months old! You should’ve seen my truck, we looked like the Beverly Hills Hillbillies! We had the swing, play pen, car seats, you name it and I packed it! So they’re pretty seasoned campers now.
But in reality, our family has been going camping, Memorial weekend, since I was in school. I’m thinking this has been an ongoing tradition for almost 14 years! And boy have we come a long way, I’ll you that! But our group has gone from 20-something just down to 10 of us. But that’s cool because its my favorite 9 people.
So its time for us to begin taking inventory on our camping gear, scouring sales ads for the newest camping gadgets and begin replacing things like broken ice chests.
Only 123 days until camping!
