05.31.07
A birthday post
Today is my good friend, Sara’s birthday. Too bad you all don’t know Sara, she is so damn fun to be around!
She’s loving, funny, smart, wittey, a big smart ass, honest, insightful and has the biggest heart.
We’ve been friends for about 5 years now, but it feels like a lifetime, and I can’t imaging my life without her. Its too bad, though, that we live in different states. But we try not to let that stop us, we make all the effort possible to visit each other at least once a year.
Since I love her and she has a great personality I know she’s won’t get mad at me for sharing some of my favorite Sara-moments.
When cooking Chorizo doesn’t work for Sara she didn’t give up. No! She just hung it around her neck until someone helped her figure out what to do with it!
She can be a little bit Gangsta when she’s gotta be, yo!
In Mexico, she was bringing sexy back, seriously.
She knows how to shop for Road Trip munchies.
And she’s not afraid of a PARTY!
I love you, Sara! I hope you have a great birthday! See you soon!
05.25.07
Its time to go!
Hey Peeps, I’m heading out of town for the weekend with mi familia! Its time for our annual Memorial weekend camping trip!
We grocery shopped. We packed the truck last night. My car is packed. I bought beer, Baccardi & wine coolers! The kids will be getting up very soon, Mister will be home from work in 30 minutes, my folks’ll be pulling into our driveway soon after and then we’re off!
I can’t wait to get camp set up, change the kids into their swimsuits, grab a cold beer, a chair, some shade and let the weekend begin!
When I get back, on Monday, I’ll upload pictures and post them for you on Tuesday. Have a nice, fun and safe weekend!
Peace out…
05.23.07
Envy me
Last week I bought my first Christmas gift for 2007.
Yes, that’s right, I did say Christmas. And yes, you’re right, its only May. So what of it?
Each year, when I’m broke as hell, grouchy and tired from shopping at lunch, I swear I’m going to start earlier than November. Yet each year I neglect the promise I made to myself and end up shopping at lunch and broke as shit come 12/22. Not this year, though. This is the year I actually do it.
Calm down, I only spent $10 at Target on a DVD for the kids. So what makes me picking up gifts here and there, as I see good sales in Spring and Summer, any different from people who begin squirrling cash away into a savings, monthly, just to spend during Christmas? Ahhh! There is no difference, huh? Nope.
So envy me, people, come December when everyone is complaining and whinning about the madness that the retail rush brings, I’m going to be reminding you of this post.
05.21.07
How did we find each other?
I often wonder how people have gotten their blog list so long. And those with HUGE lists, do you actually read each one you’ve got listed?
The blogs I’ve got listed to the right are ones I read (or try to) daily. I’ve got some saved in my favorites folder that I’m still trying to decide if I enjoy their blogs enough to add to my daily read. Sounds snotty, sorry, its the truth.
A small handful of the blogs to the right are personal friends of mine. But to the rest of you, how did we find eachother?
When I stumble on a new blog I usually read a few post to check things out. Most times I comment, mostly–not always, and then leave. I forget to check out who they read.
I use to hit the Next Blog button at the top of my blog but that gave me a bunch of foreign blogs! So that’s when I began seeing who my friends read. And who their favorite bloggers read. And on and on.
I’m coming up on a year of blogging, next month, and I look forward to it daily. I’m always thinking Wonder if this or that would make a good blog post. I look forward to catching up on what’s going on in your lives.
So I’m just curious, how did you find my blog? And how did you find the blogs you read daily? Do you just stick to the same blogs you read or do you go in search of new one’s?
05.19.07
And the Dingy Wife award goes to…
ME! Can I honor myself with an award? Is it P.C. to do so? Well, either way its mine, I earned it and I’m owning it!
Yesterday was payday for me. I got up early to have coffee and do bills. When I say early I mean I was at my computer paying bills and balancing my check book at 5:25 a.m.
Mister and I keep separate bank accounts. We each have our own bills we came into the marriage with and its just less hassle if we do it this way. It works this way, don’t hassle me.
Well, our car insurance was due on 5/15. Since it was due before payday Mister just paid it and I wrote him a check for it. After I wrote the check and saw that he had paid it I took all the stuff in the insurance envelope over to the shredder and began to shred the paid bill.
But the shredder began to jam because there was just too much paper to shred all at once. So I reverse the shred, go over to the waste basket, cut the couple of inches of shredded paper that did make it through and split the stack of papers in half.
That is when I realized what I had just done. I had just shredded Mister’s new insurance card for his truck! Fuuuuck is what came out of my mouth at that moment. Shit! Was next. What do I do now? Crap! Um. Hmmm. Realizing there was only one thing I could do. I stuffed the remaining half of his insurance card in my purse and began getting ready for work.
Shamefully, I had to call the insurance agent and ask if they could send him another card. They asked His card didn’t come with your renewal notice? That’s odd. Dammit. I know this lady KNOWS she sent me the card. I KNOW she threw in the that’s odd just to see what kind of lie I would tell her. I knew I was busted and I had to come clean (besides I’m a sucky liar). I told her the truth, that I shredded his card. She chuckled and immediately switched her tune from snotty to understanding. Said she’d get me a new card in the mail today (thank Gawd!) and I should have it by Monday.
Last night I told him what I did and, naturally, he laughed at me.
05.18.07
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Today is my mom’s birthday, she is 51 years young!
Even though my mom began her parenting career as a teenager, she did a great job! What I’ve seen my mom do at a very young age some adults, much older than her, couldn’t have accoplished.
She stood by my dad when he was young, drunk and stupid. Held down the household, alone, for a couple of years during his absense. Stood by me in my years of stupidness when my dad was angry and ready to give up. But Mom wouldn’t let him. Thanks for not giving up on me, Mom.
Besides being a wonderful mother she is a kick ass grandma, too! I think she is the nicest grandma around. She bakes cakes and treats for the girls just because.
There are not enough words to describe just how loving, sweet, friendly and awesome my mom is. I’m glad she’s my mom.
05.17.07
Help me to uderstand the male psyche
Or is that even possible?
What I want to talk about is memory.
Do all men have a bad memory or just a selective one? If its selective, what determines the things they choose to remember? Does it have to benefit them in order for it to be worth remembering? If so, don’t you think that is a bit selfish? Childish?
Is it a gene the males carry that us women don’t? The gene to forget quicker than a woman or say an average person? Or could it be comparative to when they say boys mature later than girls. You know, we mature first and remember longer. What is it? Can you explain it? Is there any explanation for why men are so damn forgetful?
Twice this week I have asked him for two very simple favors and he didn’t follow through with either of them.
Yesterday afternoon Mister called me about noon. He told me he would be leaving work around 2:00. I told him that I needed to get an address from our address book, on the computer desk, and asked that as soon as he got home, and before getting comfortable and napping, if he would please call me with that info so I could drop my parcel in the mail on the way home. Sure! No problem! Is what I received from that request.
2:00 came and went, no phone call. 3:00 came and went, no phone call. By 3:15 I called the house and got no answer. One of two things was happening: 1- He was on the computer and since we’ve got dial up service (I know. I know.) he’s not able to receive calls or 2- he was already asleep and just wasn’t answering the phone.
So I emailed him and got no response, I knew he was napping. Naturally I became irritated.
As soon as I got home, I got the address I needed, changed into my gym clothes, grabbed my keys and headed to the post office to buy a stamp for it. I get to the post office, on the corner of my block, to realize their stamp machine area has already closed. Fuck. Its his fault! You know that, right? If he would’ve called me when I asked him to, I could have addressed it and stopped at the post office BEFORE 5:30!
Now I’m even more irritated pissed. I head to the park and walk off the steam. (Did you know anger makes for a good work out?!)
This morning I grabbed TWO $.39 stamps and adhered them to the envelope and dropped it in the mail. I could have ran into the post office to buy one $.02 stamp, but I didn’t. I used two regular stamps because my husband is a cheapskate and I knew this would irk him. Guess what? It did. lol
While at the park I asked myself questions about the incident: Is he just getting old and forgetful? Is 41 1/2 years old the time when a man begins to loose his memory? If its not old age, then is it he just doesn’t deem the simple favors important enough to stop what he’s doing to complete them? Does he just not give a fuck? Does he think I’m not important enough to help me when I call on him? What is it?
