So, How's Your Monday?

THANK YOU everybody!! I am still madder than a wet cat with his pecker stuck in an electric fence but I am OK. My phone has been blowing up and I didn't get to bed until 8 am and then up at 11 am. I is tired. I have a letter started to Steve but I am going to have to calm the Hell down and read it and delete parts and pretend I don't want to kill anyone.

This weekend ha really tried to kill me due to kids. I am seriously considering packing my shit and running away from home.

Saturday night Andrew went with a bunch of kids to go to a haunted house. With an adult "Father" and I thought it was all good. I don't let him just go with anybody and had talked to the guy, knew where they were going, what time they would be back, and all of that jazz.

He was suppose to be home at 10 pm. Nope, not here. Call the Dad's cell phone...no answer!! Waited not so patiently...11 pm...12 am...ONE FREAKING THIRTY my kids strolls in and the fucking Dad DID NOT drop him...made him walk home!!!! And won't answer his cell phone AT ALL!

I managed to stay out of jail that night and all day yesterday.

I knew that my daughter was going to be on the show but had told Andrew that due to the contract she had to sign, she wasn't allowed to say what happened until it aired. Well, I did forget it was on and was pleasurably laying on the couch watching Brothers & Sisters when my sister called and told me to click over to Undercover Boss.....FML!!!!!

I know that Tom and my Mom rolled over in their graves when that shit aired. I have pictures of the crib I gave her, all of the nursery stuff that was IN MY HOUSE IN HER BEDROOM and a gazillion pics of her and Brandon in my house. Yep, I threw her out. That is why I took her to every damn doctor appointment, made sure she took her vitamins, held her damn head while she had morning sickness all damn day, and was in the damn surgery room when she had to had an emergency c-section. WITH BOTH OF my grandkids.

She CHOSE to move out with the baby at around 10 months when I refused to let her drug-infested-sticky fingered boyfriend/baby daddy move into my house. She and the baby were so welcome. Never him.

I taught her to be a Bitch and stand up for herself but she has totally forgot who the master is and it will bite her in the ass.

Wednesday Whatnots!

No, I didn’t do a Tuesday Ten because you really wouldn’t have wanted those thoughts. I was woken up around 1:00am and couldn’t go back to sleep to save my life. And I didn’t go to bed until 11:30 so, nope, no good thoughts were present yesterday.



Now I will commence with spewing all kinds of crap for your pleasure!


Labor Day weekend was just that. Well, on Sunday it was. Gregg, Andy, and I did some deep cleaning around here. We cooked out some awesome steaks and fresh corn and all kinds of yummy goodness. I bought one of those little watermelons that don’t look like much but WOW the amount I got out of it and it was soooo sweet. I won’t bring up the fact that I have them growing in the garden and SOME male around here didn’t tell me there was one out there that I could have had.


Why is it that I can sweep this house twice a week but I always seem to find a little dog I didn’t know I had each time? Seriously, the hair we sweep up is maddening!! It is no wonder all of our noses used to constantly run and now they don’t!


My car window has been funky since I bought the car but last Thursday it went down and REFUSED to go back up. I have had that issue before as in every time you go to a drive-thru it was a crap shoot as to if it would work or not. I called my handy man, aka Jimmy, to see if he could help as they SAY we will get rain this weekend. He came and got the car, fixed it, just got it back in the driveway and OMG, a quick shower hit!! Guess I had a little good Karma come my way.


I have a semi-mess going on and may need bail money (again). We have these “friends” that bug the hell out of all of us but they keep showing up and we are adults and deal with it but they are just about to blow my gaskets.


When we get together for cookouts and such they do the minimum that they can get by with and then sit around drinking beer. He attempts to help the guys but ends up being more in the way than not. Well, here is the dilemma of the day…the asshats has been on unemployment for almost 2 years after getting fired for sexual harassment. Yes, he goes there a lot and I have had to put him in his place more than I can count.


His 60th birthday is the weekend we go to Brown County and he also has filed for retirement. Yes, he’s retiring from unemployment. Go ahead; shake your head like I am. Anyway, he brings this up E.V.E.R.Y.T.I.M.E. we are together. He has it in his head that we are going to do something for him that weekend. NOOOOOOOO…we are not!!! We will hand him a card and say congrats and go on.


Well, last night, while I am COMPLETELY sleep deprived and had a few cocktails, his wife brings it up. SHE wants one of us to pick up a cake for him. I was not a nice person. She probably got the hint when I said “NO Fucking way, I am doing enough for this weekend and it damn sure ain’t all about him! We are already getting all of the food together that YOU will be getting a bill for your share but this is MY vacation too!” I had more cocktails because I have awesome friends that like to snicker when I bring out my evil twin. So, we will see how shit goes down.