Thursday, October 27, 2011

random Thursday thoughts...

someone in the cubicle over from mine just said "bodacious"... what a great word that is.  I remember hearing "what a bodacious set of ta-ta's" LOL  Prolly more than once, too.

A friend of mine lost both of her ta-ta's last week.  And another that lost one had to go in for a biopsy of a lump on the other one.   Why do people say "lost" them?  I mean, really, we all know where they are.  In a pathologist's lab.  They're not lost like people would make "LOST - Please call 867-5309 if found... $500 reward for my lost boobies"...  Can you imagine?  So they're gone.  Taken.  By a horrible nasty disgusting unforgiving disease.

Check your boobies people!!  And your who-ha's.  Don't forget the who-ha's (what a great word LOL) I have another friend that had cancer of the vulva.  And she wasn't looking at it on a regular basis - lucky her boyfriend fount it for her!  So have someone check your who-ha's too!!

I'm still waiting for the bank to get back to me - but I did find out that one of the options was lowering my payment by almost $300/month.  THAT would be awesome.  But she also said, "but you're not behind 90 days so they may reject it"... Seriously?  I can GET to 90 days if that's what it takes.  How freaking ridiculous is that?!   Dumb.  there.  I said it.  They're DUMB.  Fifth-Third bank is  DUMB.

Speaking of dumb... nah... forget it.

Speaking of "YUM"... Combos has a new flavor.  Buffalo blue cheese.  OMG (pronounced ohhmmmmmgggg)

Enjoy.  Happy Thursday.  :)

Friday, October 21, 2011

Random Friday thoughts..

I really really miss my Uncle Jim's onion rings.  They were the absolute best.  He used to own a small road-side fish place, and I don't know if it was the flour or the batter or how he dipped them into each more than once - but his onion rings were the absolute shit.  The best ones were the little ones that were like little breaded discs of onion all fried up.  Yum. 

I used to be skinny.  Before I had the boy.  And really, even after I had the boy.  But I have realized that I really like food.  I don't want to eat a kidney sized piece of chicken.  i want the whole damn boob of it.  And then maybe a couple of extra bites if it's really good.  And anyone that knows me - knows I'm a good cook.  I like the stuff I make.  Sometimes too much, and then I have to give it away.  I mean, come on, I really can't eat a whole cake.  Or really, I probably could - but I won't.  Even in my "zaftig" state - I know that moderation is the key.  LOL  Or maybe I'm Marilyn Monroe-esque.....  She wasn't skinny.   She was curvy.  I'm curvy.  That's what I am!

I went to the Arby's drive through today.  I don't know about everyone else, but I'm not a drive-through afficionado.  My friend Kim still laughs about the time we went through the Taco Bell drive through and I wanted french fries.  I didn't know!  It's a drive through - you would expect that they would have fries, right?  Apparently not.  And I was drunk.  I'll never live it down.  Well, Arby's doesn't have fries either.  They have those curly fry things - they're not fries.  They're curly potato things.  Not a fan.  So I got the onion rings.  Which made me think of Uncle Jim's onion rings.  See how it all comes together? 

so as I'm paying, the girl at the window asks me if I'd like "Arby's or Horsie"...

==insert crickets chirping here==

Me:  "Um.....what are those?"

She looked at me like I was a moron.  Nice.   Apparently they're Arby's signature sauces.  The Arby's is barbeque and the horsie is a horseradish.  I took one of each.

I think I'm done with the drive-through.  I should stick to home made stuff.  It's better.  And better for you.  Right?

So last night, I'm horsing around with the boy.  And he steals my seat on the couch.  so I sit on him.  Carefully, of course - because he's small and I'm not.  LOL
So we're laughing and joking.

And then?

He spits on me.

Yes.  Spit.  On me.  On purpose. 

He knows two things will piss me off more than anything else.  Spitting and hitting a girl.  That was the end of horsing around.  I took my book and went to bed.  And washed my neck.  Where he spit.  On me. 

I'm still grossed out.   And the worst part?  He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. 

Tonight?  I will learn him in the error of his ways.  He's lucky I don't believe in capital punishment. 

Again with the Friday fun time we go!
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1. Old me would have yelled and screamed at my child last night after he SPIT at me; new me would just go to bed, which is what I did.

2. I am all about taking responsibility.  The whole "it's not my fault [insert action here]" doesn't fly with me.  Ever.

3. a way I can be kind of a bitch about stuff.

4. But that's not so bad, right?

5. The big difference between me and some of my friends is that I wouldn't put up with half the shit they do,  which probably explains why I'm single?  LOL

6. Usually my kid makes me happy. Last night? not so much..

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to maybe a hockey game, tomorrow my plans include sleeping in (this seems to be a weekly theme lol) and Sunday, I want to maybe get some more painting done!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


"If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And if the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Your time is limited, don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importan, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition... Everything else is secondary..." Steve Jobs.

My answer has been "no" for way too many days.

I'm at a crossroads and aren't sure which way to turn..

But I know things have to change.

8 years ago, I moved to give my son more "Mom" time - and it was all about him.  I wouldn't take that back for the world, nor any of the experiences we've had.  Now it might be time to be all about family.   My son barely knows his cousins, aunts or uncles. He sees his grandfather once a year.   He's got a funny midwestern accent.  Do I move closer to "home"?  I don't want to work back in the city again.  I kind of like living among the cornfields (no Malachai jokes, please LOL).. 

I'm waiting for the bank to get back to me on modifying my mortgage.  They upped my payment by $250/mo last year because they figured the escrow wrong.  I've been late ever since.  I'm 2 months behind - because they told me that they really won't work with anyone that's current - they have to be 2 or more months behind - so I've paid my other bills and paid the mortgage last.  If they don't work with me, I still can't afford the increase.  Do I walk away from it?  My credit is screwed up as it is - would a foreclosure or deed-in-lieu make it that much worse?  After all - in this economy foreclosures are more common than purchases these days..

I have a great job.  One that many people would be so grateful for.  I get paid good money.  I work with great people.  But I am bored.  OUT.  OF.  MY.  MIND.  (If this is any indication - I'm typing this at work - because I have nothing to do)...  Do I look for another one?  But where?  Here?  Or "home"?   And if I go "home"?  Where will I live?  Can I get a place to live?  Can I get a job with no place to live?  Or do I start looking at schools first? 

See?  I'm all discombombulated...

Friday, October 14, 2011

Friday Fill-Ins :) we go!  Click here for some Friday fun fun fun!

1. It's easy to tell a lie, what's hard is continuing it....

2. Ahhhhhhhh, thank you my darling.

3. Once upon a time, there was a girl.  She wanted to be a doctor, teacher and veterinarian.  But most of all a mother and a wife.  One out of five isn't bad, right?

4. And she's a great mom... the end.

5. What is it exactly that I want to do with my life when I grow up?  I'm thinking it's probably time to figure that out..

6. I think I need to move "home" sooner than later.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to chilling with my favorite kid, tomorrow my plans include maybe more painting, then heading to a friend's for a bonfire night and Sunday, I want to do the laundry that has been piling up for a week!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Liar Liar pants on Fire...

Well, that's over with. Thank goodness.  I got an increase - not as much as I'd hoped for, but considering he was trying to get it decreased, it all worked out... 
The interesting views on the blog have continued - I'm still curious as to who it is and what they're looking for. And for the record? Your ISP blocker? Doesn’t work so well. LOL
Court was.. well... interesting. According to my lawyer - he looks like shit. She went on and on about it - I have to laugh. But it's sad. He's a pathetic human being and maybe it's starting to take its toll on him - keeping all the lies straight is exhausting, I'm sure.

One really good one? I'm emailing his 70-80-something year old mother. I was like WHAT?? I couldn't tell you if the woman even HAS an email. I sent her a letter about 10 years ago (which he and I actually talked about - around 12 years ago) and send her a picture every year. No note. No nothing - just a picture. If she doesn't want them, she can send them back. But she keeps them. And somehow that morphed into me emailing her. whatever. Liar liar pants on fire.

My personal favorite, though?  That he'd see the boy - but we live in Michigan.  That's his excuse for no contact.  I wonder how he'd be if I said "hey, I'm moving home - when do you want to start your visitation?"....  Again - Liar Liar pants on fire...

He brought up bills from 2007. I'm not even going to explain that one - except that he was reaching for stuff to whine about.

About a month ago, I mailed his oldest a letter. He's 27, he's not a child. He's an adult. Was I right in doing so? I don't know. But I was respectful, and pretty much said - hey, you have a brother, if you'd like to know him, that's great. He’s had 15 years to tell these kids about him, and it’s obvious at this point that he never will. And really, life is short. Too short to be keeping ginormous secrets like that. It must get tiring. Exhausting. And then you look like shit.

Want some cheese with that whine?

Monday, October 3, 2011

They're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack......

Just an FYI - this blog is mine.  I own the pictures, the words, all of it.  Anything you read here could be the truth, it could be made up, or could be something in-between.  If you don't like what you see - then don't read it.  Nobody's full names are mentioned here, and if you read something and attribute it to yourself (or maybe your ex?) that's your perception - not necessarily my intention. 

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Is this week over yet?

I'm really just wanting this week to be over, and all settled. 

We went apple picking last weekend.  I got way too many apples, and before the fruit flies set in I had to do something with them.  And then I couldn't find my apple corer/slicer/dicer thingie from Pampered Chef.  Thank goodness my neighbor had one!  I spent about 2 hours coring/slicing/dicing.  I have a ton of apples now frozen (who knew you could freeze them?!?), and made a small apple crisp and a larger apple pie in a bag.  Yes.  In a bag.  A paper bag, like you get at the grocery store.  Yum. 
This is what it looked like when it was done:

it tastes as good as it looks.  I had heard that these were fabulous - so I decided to try one.  I found a couple of recipes, and tweaked/combined, and cooked. 


Happy Sunday - I'm off to finish painting the spare bedroom.  I am determined to get this place finished.  Dammit.  LOL

Saturday, October 1, 2011

New Format?

This is interesting... this whole new *dynamic* format.  I will try it.  For a bit.

Random Saturday thoughts.

I have pumpkin spice coffee.  If I had pumpkin creamer, I'd be in heaven.  No.  Seriously.  I'm all about loving the pumpkin.  Yum. 

I'm baking an apple pie, in a brown paper bag, in my oven.  Not sure why - but I had apples, and I've heard that baked in the bag is an out of this world experience.  We'll see. 

Holy shit, I can't believe it's October already.

Holy shit, I can't believe the boy is going to be 15 in a few weeks. 

Court is Tuesday.  I (thank God) don't have to be there, but I do have to be available by phone.  There's no way I could afford to fly out there for one day.  As much as I'd LIKE to be there, it just isn't feasible.  And I hear that he is "furious" that I won't have to be there, it makes me wonder why.  Because he won't get to throttle me?  He can't glare at me like he did last time?  It's not like we exchange pleasantries.  He doesn't ask how his son is.  Is it because he can't take pleasure in having his lawyer come over again and say "he just wants to make it clear he wants nothing to do with this child"?  I'm not really sure.  His issue.  Not mine. 

Back to apple pie.  Zen.  Breathe in.... find a happy place.. find a happy place... find a happy place...

Oh!  A happy place.  Here :)