Adventures of Mr Tater M Tot

Chapter 1

She left the peanuts as planned on the back porch where I can get them easily. I take a nut, examine it and then start chewing. I see her staring at me, and give her the thank you pose.

I then sniff and am asked if I would like another, "don't mind if I do" I say as I gently take the nut in my mouth

She then surprises me by telling me all of her errands that she has to run, and suddenly all I hear is "blah Blah blah blah mcdonalds blah blah french fry", my ears perk up waiting for that yummie salty fry. I debate having one then wind up eating 8 of them

I finally scamper away so I do not have to listen to the lady and I can enjoy my french fry in peace.


This is all I am going to say about this

Some of you may get this. If you are at the GYN and your obviously laying on the table in the most comfortable of positions, and she asks you to cough.. OMG don't do it!!! I was so worried about maybe passing gas that I couldn't suck in and cough at the same time and as soon as I sucked in to cough oh my heavenly father I felt needles coming out of my nose!!!!! It was as bad as it sounds.. for like a millisecond, then the cramping started, then you can hear her ask her assistant, "can I get the dialator?" Like I need to be squeezed open any farther, I would have said, no need to stretch me too far, but if I breathed it tended to hurt more. Also, another funny part, she said okay by the time you count down from ten it will be all over, well while I was counting of course I was still holding my breath, and when it was all over I felt like I was going to pass out.

Happy times, happy times!!!

I also found out what was wrong with me, but I forgot the name, not what I thought it was. Save all of that for another post, perhaps "using the sympathy card so I get my way" post LOL


I'm just saying....

I have a Facebook account, do you?

Much of what I am about to say are just perceptions and thoughts I have had while playing on facebook in the middle of the night when I have nothing better to do. I am not saying that everyone does all of these that are listed, but think about it...

Do you spend hours setting it up, looking for long lost friends, adding them to your network and then wonder who the hell they are?
Or why did you friend them at all, since you only spoke to them in passing, your senior year of high school, during 5th period? Think about it... I'm just saying...

Do you wonder why someone friended you that you went to 6th grade camp with, exchanged a few letters then dropped off the face of the earth, only to have facebook find you and friend you?

Do you look at pictures of members of your graduating class in high school and think to yourself omg I look so much better than any of them? Maybe I will friend some of these people just so they can see how hot I am in my profile picture that they all will want to be my friends... Think about it... I'm just saying...

Do you then stalk friends of your friends wondering if you know them? Send them an email stating, "hi there, you are friends with one of my friends, do you know me? If so can you add me as a friend because I want to have lots and lots of friends."

Or remember when you called someone a friend it actually meant something... I'm just saying...

Do you wonder why there are so many groups that people join, and why they have not come up with a I hate joining facebook groups that mean nothing?

What do you think about the recommendations that have appeared on the right hand side of the screen about suggesting friends for "facebookfriend". Don't you think it would be alittle weird if you said, "Hey, can you go and friend "facebookfriend" cuz it says that they need more friends.
Or when a group is suggested to you because 4 of your other friends are part of the group?

How about the person who updates every single minute of their life? Can you imagine all of the minutes that has used up during the day typing all of that?
Shower then work
At school,
Home, nap eat...

Okay who cares??????? I mean I can understand it from the teenage sect evolving through Facebook.. but grown adults?
Teenagers now have dating through Facebook, and speaking of which, why do you friend your boyfriend?? When he calls you at night to talk, what exactly are you going to talk about if he knows what time you woke up, went to school, did at school, when you got home, what you had for dinner, what time you said "oh, i love you honey" a million times with a heart behind it all. It's cute and all and I don't mind making the "ewwww" comment... I'm just saying...

How many of you have Farmville, farmlife, fishlife, countrylife, farmtown, cafeworld, farm world, petville, superpets, yoville, mafiawars, mobwars, mafiamob?
How many of you work?
How many of you do this while you are working?
You see where this is going dontcha?
Now, how many of you actually get work done while at work? tisk-tisk! Imagine all of the work hous recouped if Facebook died...
I can admit, I have tried them all, and am totally in love with farmville. I can harvest crops, plant them, plant flowers, have cows, pigs, chickens, bulls, an elephant and omg dont get me started on the trees that I have not killed. It is amazing. Yet, I look outside and wonder why my tomato's in my 'real' life wont grow... With just a click of the mouse, I can harvest, plow, plant, milk, collect eggs, horsehair, and all sorts of stuff. Oh and you should see the amazing buildings that I can build in lightening fast speed. I started thinking about this this morning and I can admit, it is making me a bit sick. I have let my pets starve and have cancelled parties and dinners, because they would interfer with my harvesting of crops. I manage to plant my crops so when I go home from work, I can harvest them. Perfect timing. If you want you can add me as a friend to Farmville :)

Do you notice how some people are like on Facebook 24/7? Kind of like the chat rooms when AOL was really the only thing out there? LOL please don't ask me how I know this.. ahahah.

Instead of National Smokeout Day, they should have a National No Facebook day...

Think about it... I'm just saying!

Is this as bad as it sounds?

I want to go see New Moon. I have determined that my age and that hunk of a boy who is in the movie, with no chest hair would get me 15-20 in a maxium state prison. I have read numerous posts about older women being totally in love with Edward, and now Jacob. I fail to see the reasoning behind this until, *blink* I look at my husband and wish so many times that he would woo me like Edward woo's Bella, or protect me like Jacob protects Bella. I then slap myself into reality and ask the hubby for more weekly spending money, there I am happy.

First off, someone really needs to talk to Bella and tell her that she does not need a man in her life that is constantly bickering with her because everything in the world is, "just too dangerous for you Bella". That in itself is gross, but hell, words and sentences like that has made Stephanie Meyer sells 85 million books world wide. Now, why could I not thought of the washed up vampire who needs some good PR in order to get a fat royalty check? Oh well lesson number 1, women love dead men who have no pulse and cold skin.

Then I watch the first movie again, and crack up when the scene is the baseball field when James and Laurent, and that chick are there and they all start growling at each other. OMG how could they have filmed that seriously without cracking up at each other? I heard that the second movie is just as cheezy. "Now Bella, you know that you cannot hang out with werewolves..." What the hell... let the teenager think for herself! AHAHAH

Resolutions ~ Do you have one?

This is the week where everyone is telling everyone else what they got or didn't get for Christmas, the kids are still opening boxes trying to find new things to play with before the dreaded "I'm bored" words come out of their mouth. You start thinking of the menu for New Years. You go to the grocery store and buy healthy food for the week so that when New Years snacks come along, you can have one. You also wonder, "is next year going to be different than this year?"

You go through next years calendar and mark important dates, birthdays, fire alarm battery checks, and days off from work. I think to myself, that this is going to be an eventful year, and also a sad one. I don't have an miraculous diet pill so I will be skinny by beach season, I do not think of reorganizing all of my closets one week at a time, I do not think of being nicer to the children, I do not think of making my friendships last longer. Most of these things take work in order for them to succeed, I am already working at those each day of every year regardless. This is something different.

Do you know your best friend? The one that you call when you have no one else to talk to? The only one that understands and accepts an apology for not talking to her? The one that you can stay up late and talk to while doing shots and smoking endless FSC cigarettes? What about the friend who will call you from the store and ask you if you need anything? Or how about the friend that you call when you burn the deck down and waits two years to crack a joke. I have one of those. It took me 33 years to find one. She knows my mood as soon as I say hello on the phone, and she knows when I really need to talk.

If you have one or two of these special type of people, you are very lucky.

Well, her job is moving this next year, to Alabama, the dreaded state (only cuz it is so far away). She is excited about the new opportunities that will come to her and I am happy for her. We joke of the road trips that will be planned and also the mini vacations with family. I think that I am okay with this, lol, I have already begun the planning in my mind, of the last Halloween, the last Christmas, the last New Years. I don't voice my opinion too much about how she is leaving me to fend for myself, but she knows. Like I said she knows what I am thinking before I even know at times. She is one in a million.

As I said earlier, this will be an eventful year. I am going to look forward to the good times with friends and make the most of them and realize that each gathering is something special. I will not be counting down, out loud anyways, the number of days that we have left, nor will I be mopey and self centered thinking that it should always be about me. I will save that for after she leaves LOL. I will however give her my last FSC cigarette and last buttery nipple for the road!

Happy New Years!

No resolutions this year, just happy and fun times with those you love.


I am amazed

No matter what I got for Christmas, the best thing was spending time with friends and of course family. The weather was cold and dreary today, perfect skiing weather, but not for staying home and opening presents. There was a zoo outside between the squrriels, cardinals, blue jays, black birds, wood peckers and other animals were all outside begging for food. I didn't get any pictures.


Peanut butter chewies

1 cup of corn syrup
1 cup of sugar

boil together for 1 minute.. add 1 cup of peanut butter (creamy)
add 4 cups of corn flakes or rice crispies

mix together

drop in spoonfuls on wax paper, drizzle with white, dark or milk chocolate by melting chips in microwave for 1 minute, stir then 10-15 seconds at a time.

These were a great hit yesterday at home, at friends and also at the moose!


**Gulliver's Corn**

~Butter a souffle dish/baking dish
~2 bags (16 oz.) frozen corn
~1 1/2 C whipping cream
~2 teaspoon salt
~1 teaspoon sugar
~3 Tablespoons flour mixed w/3 Tablespoons MELTED butter/margarine
~1/2 C grated parmesan cheese

*Butter an ovenproof baking dish.Sprinkle 2-3 Tablespoons parmesan cheese over the butter,tilting pan to distribute the cheese.Bring the whippong cream to a boil.Reduce heat and add corn.Simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in salt&sugar,bring back to boil.Mak a paste out of the butter & Flour(uncooked roue)and stir into corn & cook until thickened.Turn corn into ovenproof dish,sprinkle w/ cheese & dot w/ butter.*Bake @ 350 for 30 minutes or until bubbling/golden brown **The more cheese the better:) FYI:Refrigerate up to 4 days and can freeze before baking Serves 8-10


OMG 3 more days!!!

It is amazing how 55 days till Christmas can turn into 3 days till Christmas so fast. All I have left to do is wrap presents and buy Christmas eve snacks, and dinner for Christmas day. The snow makes for a perfect backdrop for the holiday, I do wish though it was blinding white as it has been, but with it melting and people walking around, it is not looking as pretty as it did prior to today. I just love going outside for a moment then coming back into the house blind as a bat.

I took some wonderful pictures yesterday of the boys trying to sled down the hill. At 17, they still find time to act like normal human beings and not so much of an arse as he has been acting. I will post them shortly.


Later on that day.

Did you see the post I had from earlier this morning? The one with the picture of the snow on our table that is outside? Well this was how it looked at 1:00pm...

I keep wondering if the deck is going to fall off the house soon. Each time the dog goes outside as soon as she makes a path through the snow, it starts filling back up with snow at a record speed. I went outside awhile and played with the dog.

It's funny though, cuz I was home all day with the exception of this morning, and I have been grazing all day from boredom. I finally made dinner and told myself that I am not going back into the kitchen for the rest of the night!!

Kid at heart

What can I say, I am a kid at heart. I was up all night watching the snow fall, enjoying the whiteness and quiet of this spectacular event taking place. I woke everyone else up around 6 am to see and the dog went wild and C wanted to go outside with D. It was a blast. The snowplows already came in and ruined the parking lot, but the back deck is still untouched and blissful. I wish everything was this easy, and I also wish for an innertube!



Nothing like a picture of Cheesecake and some vodka to keep you going through the week. Of course you can't have these together, but they make for some great times!


Special decorations

For me, Christmas is one of my favorite holidays. The decorating, baking and being with friends and family is always fun and exhausting but well worth it. I have collected a few decorations over the years that are special to me, and I put them on my tree each and every year with a laugh and a moment where memories come flooding back. I try to pick an ornament each year that signifies what the year has brought, or a special memory. I have no idea what this year would bring, maybe a uhaul ornament. Haven't found one through hallmark yet though!

This Starbucks ornament signifies where Mr. Anal and I met and where we would spend almost every morning we were together, this was of course before we had bills, so now this is saved for special occasions, but I still think of one of our first conversations at a Starbucks!

This is a mouse with cheese, I always would tease Mr. Anal about how he needed some cheesse to go with his whine, and I would call him a 'titmouse' at times. This was during the time that joking and laughter was rampid in our relationship and it was always fun to be together.

Chicken Little, which came first, well at least I know.. this was a great trip and one I will never forget!

The stingray, is something that we got aboard the ship of the first cruise we went on.

I have so many other ornaments, many that remind me of Mr. B but that is another story!

What is your favorite ornament?

New look for me!!

Be prepared people.. I am getting a facelift which of course is well deserved. Stay tuned!


11 wonderful, glorious days till Christmas

I sit here, and think of everything I have to do to make this year a success. I made a to-do list, and tried to delegate everything on it to someone else. That was very easy to do, but now...





11 days

omg omg

Okay, I did make cookies this year, which is more than I did last year. I do have wrapping paper and tape, but I need items to wrap up. I did mail out the Christmas cards, and plan somewhat of a holiday dinner. There is just so much for me to do, and that doesn't include school work. And so what am I do right now???


Harvesting my crops and trying to get stuff from eggs...

Reading other blogs...

Checking my emails at work even though I have the day off...

Went to the store and made macaroni salad (how random is that?)

Calvin is now the most finicky cat I have ever owned. Does he not know that he is as spoiled as spoiled comes right now? He will not eat the cat food that I purchased for him (its chicken flavored) He likes the friskies fish flavored.. so what do I do? Since I had nothing better to do today, I went to safeway and bought the type of food that he likes. When I got him I carried him and his food to my room and showed him that I was throwing out the chicken food, and giving him what he wants. Trust me this one is a talking and if you dont give him what he wants he will let you know his displeasure at 2-3-4 am... And to top all of this off... this is coming from the cat that just ate a spider cricket last night... yep yep


My son is still awesome at 17!!

He has this one teacher, from last year that he likes to visit, and one of her teacher friends is an algebra II teacher and has been helping Bryant with his work. I love awesome teachers!!! Anyways, I baked cookies last night, and he took some to this teacher. He rocks!!!

The Retarded Tree

All day yesterday I was wondering what the cats would think of the tree. Well, there is now a hole in it. I thought it was a hole from when the branches fell, but on closer investigation, I saw broken branches. I knew Calvin took a nose dive in the tree.

We moved that part to the back and I filled a spray bottle up with water. Amazing what a little spray of water will do.


All weekends end with one of these

A funny story, you know you had a good weekend when you have a funny story and it takes you a few days to write it down!

I have a funny story to tell and it involves a friend. You know how those stories start, you have a great day followed by an amazing night and you spend the entire next day trying to remember/or forget what you did the night before.

It has taken me all week to write this, or maybe to remember all of the details. It involved kareoke, beer, margarita's, vodka and buttery nipples.
It started out harmless enough, we went to a computer show, bought some stuff, admired the snow coming down, drove back home, and at that time we all decided that it would be a perfect day for 'buttery nipples'. Now if you like werther's butterscotch candies, you will love a buttery nipple. We went to the ABC store, got all of the essentials, plus a few non essentials and went to lunch. Had a very relaxing lunch, it was very nice. A great couples day!!!
What happens next may be in pieces. What we should have done was gone home and taken a nap and stayed home to decorate the house. But we went to the Moose, and I helped decorate part of the Lodge, then we started drinking... like I said, we should have gone home.

People have been coming in asking for our autograph, we have come to the conclusion that they want our full names so that they can file a complaint. Last night one of the bartenders that was working that night was telling us how great we were and how much of a good time she had just watching us and trying to save us. We made friends with people we never thought we would. We ganged up on the DJ, became one on the dance floor. I remember one guy kept hiding the song book from me, so I would just get up there no matter who was singing. Trust me people, I do not sing. In high school I went out for choir, I was told, "we dont need none of you". In boot camp, same thing, I tried to tell them I cannot sing, well I was proven correct once again.

We do not remember what songs we did sing, how many shots we had, or how we managed to stay awake the entire time. We do remember how we felt the next morning, and what a great time we had.

I doubt that we will be allowed to sing again, but as a friend said, we tried to say we didn't want Karaoke, we boycotted the moose on karaoke nights, and none of that worked. Hopefully the people who heard us sign, will vote NO on karaoke night at the moose.


My Son Turns 17 Today

My son, most of you know and love, most of the time, turns 17 today. Here I write 17 things that I love about him.

1. He holds the door open for girls and his mom
2. He doesn't swear in front of me
3. He loves dogs, and I see him snuggling with the cat when I am not looking
4. He has a job
5. He showers every day, sometimes twice a day
6. He will watch scary movies with me
7. He will just sit down and shoot the breeze with me
8. He will pick me up and drive me home when I need him too
9. He will still go to the grocery store for me
10. He has this infectious laugh, and knows how to make me laugh
11. He doesn't stay mad at me for very long, and will walk away instead of yell at me
12. He communicates with me
13. I can trust him when I go out of town for a night or two
14. He treats his elders how he wants to be treated
15. He likes hanging out with me and playing pool
16. He has my eyes
17. He is going to make a great dad and husband some day

17 years ago I was at Balboa Naval Hospital, getting induced because I was exposed to the chicken pox, laying in bed wondering what the rest of my life was going to be like. I didn't even imagine at that time the worms I would find in his pockets, the red cards I would find in his backpack, the puddles I would let him splash in, the mexican food we would share. The walks to and from his elementary school sharing dreams and watching the pigeons dance on the telephone wires, and in the winter, scaring each other with the witches in trees. I never thought that my son would be scared of the vug under the rug, or that he would love scary movies as much as I do.

I think that I did a good job, and I know that I had a few friends helping me along the way.

It does take a village



With the holidays coming close and the stress of it all bearing down on me, I am starting to get a bit tired of twitter, ,facebook, blogs, livejournal, myspace. There are so many different social networks out there, and I just want to belong. TO THEM ALL. Every night when I come home I check my facebook, harvest my crops, <*strike>stalk<*strike>, whoops I mean look for old friends and then try to have time to cook dinner, clean, get ready for the next day, talk to friends, eat dinner, go to the gym, watch tv, study and sleep. I usually get 6 hours of sleep a night. Yes I know I am in heaven. You would be in hell if I got anyless that 6 hours. So since I have so many other things to do, I have had to let some things do, myspace was the first... mostly for kids anyways and not many fun games. LiveJournal is seriously going down since facebook came along. I only have a few friends that still post, I may delete my account. I havent even tweeted a tweet for the past 6 months so that is gone too. Enough said, I am tired

On to something more talkable. What is up with all of the commercial supporting a drug in specific during the biggest loser. I understand that people do need medication, I was there once no big deal. But every commercial block it was the same type of medication. I have heard bad things about this med anyways so it already left a bad taste in my mouth. And why was it in the commercial that all of the patients were female??? Biggest Loser supplements... I know that they have to hawk something in order to be with the best, but that is getting a little old too, throw in the Big Mac special at McDonald's or a Taco Bell commerical for a change. Same thinig with Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, they are constantly trying to get you to buy the DCC dvd, like I am going to look like that when I watch the DVD, trust me if I had a chance I would have already been down in the heart of Texas dancing my ass off while singing The Who.


I am rocking in my own semi crazed life

So I got a membership to the gym I rock... right? Of course I can't go tonight since I have meetings tonight for the moose. Tomorrow?? YES!!!

So barring that I might have to exercise, I have to fill up my ipod with awesome heart stomping, blasting my ears out so I can't hear my own shrieks of pain from exercising. What are some of your favorite songs? I used to have this one CD that had the "Move your body" my husband took it with him on cruise and I haven't seen it since. I could rock out to that entire CD, and be left in a pile of sweat on the bottom of the treadmill and yet at the same time I had enough energy to go home and cook dinner.. of course that might have had something to do with the phen phen that I was taking but we wont talk about that will we?? Anyways... I need music like that!

Okay, music done! Of course I have enough work out clothes, since I bought a few pieces for my 3 day walk... and since I refuse to buy anything for myself until I am truly dedicated to working out, 28 days to break or make a habit here people, so of course I am going to work out for the first 28 days with no break and kill myself in the process and of course, never want to go to the gym again. You can so tell I am talking myself out of it. I want to lose enough weight and tone so that I look like a hot chick! A hot chick that can walk down the street and listen to everyone say, "omg there is no way that hot chick looks like she is 40!" Of course the only way I would be able to hear that is if I program it into my headphones.. ahahahah

I have great books, but I need to work hard and there is no way that I am going to take a book with me to the gym.. if I can stand still long enough to read a book, I mind as well cancel my membership and start going to the library every night. Heh.

Well, this busy week is almost half over.


I thought that I better right

I didn't want people to think that I fell off the earth or had some bed ridding coma inducing disease. I have just been busy, coming and going, or was that going and coming? I think I have many things straightened out and I am going to write about a few of them in as much humor as I can.

I think that I have finally recovered from the Great 40th birthday celebration. I am definately too old to mix alcohol. I found that out for my birthday week and in case I forgot I repeated it Friday night and was again struck in the head with a searing pain, which of course is worse than labor!

My Halloween this year was the best ever, all of our friends dressed up as Wizard of Oz characters. I was the wicked witch, which was nice, since I wasn't in the mood to smile that day anyways. I think the drinking was catching up to me in the form of hot flashes.

I also had my yearly exam, scheduled my first mammogram. Should be interesting HA! I am also having a few other things done, I am hoping that everything that is wrong with me disappears by Tuesday. I was going to take a picture of me in my gown and post it for pro health. but when I saw the picture, I immediately deleted it. There is something about cell phone pictures that makes me want to gag!

I have also come to realize that I am spending way too much time watching the television, I might not be home when the show is on, but I will reord it and then have to play catch up the entire weekend with my shows. I am going to seriously cut down on my viewing... but there is this new show on AMC called The Village, I am watching it now as I am posting, hopeful that it is good... so far 5 minutes into it, it reminds me of Planet of the Apes. Ten minutes into it, I am reminded of Lost...

I joined Golds Gym, when I know more information in regards to when i am going to go and what I am going to do there, you will be the first to know.

Holidays are coming and I am starting to stress out a bit. I am not on the ball like I usually am. I went to the fabric store today to make santa purses and all of the white faux fur was gone. Lovely. So unless I can pull it out of my ass, I am going to have to wait till next year. Oh well, it was a great idea... a few friends have given me other ideas also and I am going to start creating a few demos and figure out the cost.

I have mush more today, but I need to go read now!


For the month of November, there is this blog thing and you have to blog about something every day. I am going to try and do it.

So what is there to talk about
I know that I still have to finish writing about the 3 day walk. It took so long to talk about how the walk was and how much of an impact there was that it was hard to put on paper. i can still tell you that I haven't had too much chicken lately.


Happy Birthday to me

I am 40 today. I am not thin, I have gray hair and I have nothing for lunch. But, I am 40. I expected to feel different. I did not feel different when I turned 30, the month after all of the parties I sure as heck felt different, since being older had given me a new sense to the word "hangover" I am planning to party like a 40 year old rock star without the STD's and one night stands.

Happy birthday to me.


It just hit me....

I walked 50 miles.

Someone got me thinking...

I am laughing right now, by myself... thinking of when Bryant was a toddler and how much trouble he would get into. He might get mad at me for posting this.. but omg I just have to!

When he was one, we had two cats, he loved those cats, and when it got quiet he was either eating their cat food, or in the cat box.

When he was about ten months old and my mother in law was watching him, she was too lazy to go and get him out of his crib, so he proceeded to paint the walls with his bowels... he did this one other time, mother in law had to clean it up... Karma is a bitch!

He was 3 and a half woke up from his nap and proceeded to make koolaid in my coffee pot.. and eggs in the frying pan, shells included. Once I found him outside in my car trying to drive, my guardian angel was there protecting him. I knew then it was time to move back to San Diego.


Friday: Day 1 of the Susan G komen walk

The Susan G Komen 3-day walk in Washington D.C. is over, but the memories will last a lifetime for me. Over 2000 walkers, 300 volunteers, 90 male walkers, and millions of pounds of chicken were in attendance. I will not eat chicken, uncrustables or drink Gatorade for at least a month. I could blog for weeks on the food there was so much of it.
Thursday night I thought I was not going to be able to go to sleep but I did, woke up on time, got dressed and Bryant took me over to Brians house, and we were off!
Went to 7-11 to meet Liz and Amy, waited and waited worried that they decided at the last minute not to walk. They showed up, coffee was to blame for the lateness, completely understood and we were on our way!

Got to the Nationals Stadium and it was cold and windy. Many, many people were there, loading up their luggage, and we followed suit, there were alreasy a number of volunteers all over the place, directing traffic helping with bags, showing people where to go, they were all over. The walkers were all dressed up in fancy garb pink hats, boa's and tutu's. We went to our truck to drop off the luggage and headed over to the stage. The wait was the longest, I kept on having second thoughts and thoughts of "OMG i really am here, and I am going to do this!" A lady came on the stage and directed us through some stretches, the awesome music playing, hyping us up, talking about the survivors, introducing us to some of the survivors that will be walking, it was so inspirational it is hard to explain. Then when the walking started they had us file out in small groups and everyone was high fiving everyone while they were walking. We walked all day, every 3 miles there was a variety of food, along with gatorade and water. We would take a break and then keep on moving. There were a lot of hills (we were walking in Georgetown area) and thosee were killing me! I made it about 15 miles the first day, and had to hop on the bus to take me the rest of the way. The girls kept on walking. I got to the camp site, and there was a welcoming committee and they were awesome!!! I had to go find my luggage, and a tent in a bag, and find out where I will be sleeping for the next two nights. It was starting to get windy but it wasn't bad yet. I put up both of the tents since the girls were still walking, waited for awhile then went to the showers. They were showers in a truck, each truck held 4 showers, I only had to wait about 20 minutes to jump in the hot water, oh and there was much hot water, it felt so good! When I got back to camp the girls were there, so I waited while they were showering and we all made our way to the activities area! That was a blast, they had a food line, a huge tent with tables so we could eat and listen to all of the speakers, there was a New Balance tent, selling shoes and other stuff, there was a massage tent, a energizer bunny tent, a 3 day tent selling merchandise. It was starting to get windier when we went back to the camp ground. There were a few tents that were uprooted and were stuck against a back stop on the baseball field, ours were not one of them. At 9 p m it was lights out, I took a sleeping pill and that helped out a lot. I told Liz that I snore, and she needed to bring ear plugs LOL. I was up a few times at night, from the wind and you could hear snoring all throughout the camp, it was like a symphony! Next year I will get a conductors outfit and go outside with a stick and try to sync them all into a tune! It was windy and raining all night long. It felt like the tents were going to get sucked up in the air!


Friday at each of the pit stops they had: String cheese, oranges, bananas, pretzels, uncrustables, chips, water and watered down gatorade! You never went hungry!

Lunch was: a chicken sammich, (look for the chicken pattern throughout the days) an apple, cookies, and chips.

While we were walking you could run into a starbucks and get coffee or go into 7-11 or cvs for a diet coke, these places were making a lot of money off of us!!! They only served soda at dinner, cuz they wanted to make you drink lots and lots of water!!!

Cheering section: was awesome!!! They had water and candies for us, signs to keep us going and loud cheers! In DC though it seemed that people were not as cheerful to see us.

Dinner was: spaghetti, huge garlic bread, salad, veggies and dessert! (dont every get the Paul Newmans ranch dressing in the packet, that was nasty!) It was good, if I wasn't so hungry I dont know if the sauce was that good, but it was edible LOL! There was kareoke and some of them women can sing!

It was amazing. I was happy to be there, and to do a good thing! I tried not to think about why I was there... it was too hard. Everyone has a story, I guess it is time to share my story.

I had a friend, I didn't know her that long before she was diagnosed, I think she viewed me as one of her pet projects to complete before her time was up. We met becuase of our children. We were in at a playground, in Ocean Beach, we introduced ourselves, and for some reason we connected. Our children were the same age and she was very nice, and humorous as hell. We would meet everyday around 5 pm to watch our children play together and try to tire them out before they went to bed. Now, most of you know me, and my past, how angry of a person I was, how I was always keeping to myself, not wanting to share anything and never getting close to anyone, and laugh?? I very rarely laughed.

About 2 months after we met, we shared everything about our lives. I looked forward to our meets, and I was actually starting to think of her as a friend, she never judged me when I was mad, or quiet... she was just there. For a week she never came, and at that time, we didnt have cell phones, and I didn't have her home phone, so I thought that they were sick, and went on with my day. I still showed up at that park every day by 5 pm. One day, she was there... I asked her where she had been and she just started bawling... now like I said I am not a touchy feely person... I had no idea what to do. I didn't know if I should hug her, or what. I just sat there and watched our kids play until she was ready to talk. It seems like hours waiting, in fact in was only 10 minutes. She had gone to her doctor, she was tired all of the time, and her throst felt swollen. She thought it was strep or something she caught from AJ. Come to find our she had cancer. It started out in her breasts and moved to her bones, there wasn't much that they could do, she had Stage 4 cancer. They started treatments as soon as the results came back, and they were being as aggressive as they could. She stopped the treatments after 2 months, they were not helping and she was more tired than before she was diagnosed and she wanted to spend time with her child and husband. 5 months later, she was dead. During those months, I was over at her house, cooking for the hubby and son, taking her to doctors appointments and sitting with her when she could only lay there. She still had that sense of humor, and when the talking would get too serious, she would tell a joke, or talk about AJ growing up, the funny things that the kids would say. She could make me laugh, make me cry or make me care again at the drop of a hat. She helped me regrow basically, I turned into this caring and emotional person, who could make jokes and laugh for no reason. She helped me heal from all of the abuse from when I was growing up. Here she was dying and she was my rock. It's very weird how that happens. I walked for her, and her family. Her son, Anthony, graduates from Helix high school this year. He is going to join the Marines. His father has remarried, gone to school and now has a great job. We only talk once a year, maybe twice. We never had a relationship while his wife was alive, so we rarely have anything to talk about. When I hung around him I was usually cooking, cleaning and he was already in the grieving process.

And that is why I walked this year. There are other people I have known to past on from this disease, but no one had such a profound effect on my life as she did.


Getting geared up for the weekend

I had someone come up to me last night, gave me a 20 dollar bill, and hugged me and proceeded to break down and bawl. Now most of you know me as the not lovey dovey type, but I hugged her back and waited till she was done. It was all she could afford to give, she said. She wanted to do so much more but she couldn't right now. I told her that I understood, I also told her that she has given much more than monetary donations to my cause.
Since the walk is getting closer, I am getting many comments about how selfless I am to do this, I get comments of women thanking me, since they cannot walk themselves, and believe that eventually we will find a cure. All of this attention, I dont know, I am not the type of person to bask in it, I am more of a behind the scenes do gooder person. I read people's stories all the time, when I get a free moment I will go read the blogs where other people tell their stories of watching the battle or being a part of the battle themselves.
The emotions are what gets to me. When women talk about the recostructive surgery or the ability to not accept it at the beginning, or shunning their husbands away because they think that they are ugly, that is what really gets to me. That is a hurt that takes forever to go away, the pain cannot be taken away through drugs, even when the cancer is gone, the scars are so deep on the inside that nothing can make them go away. This is why I am walking. I cannot imagine looking at my naked self in the mirror and not having breasts. All throughout our youth, our breasts were the most important thing, we were jealous of the girls who got their boobies before we did, we always were checking them out or trying to make them look bigger, as if to say, my boobs are bigger so you have to look at me. As soon as you knew the boobs were growing you knew you were close to becoming a "WOMAN" And a few others who have expressed sadness, they said that their boobs represented a part of them that cannot be replaced, since a mother breastfeeding her child is one of the first bonding experiences with a child that that have memories of. I know men get breast cancer also, but it afects women more. Sometimes when I hear a man say what the big deal is, I tell him imagine losing your penis for the rest of your life... pretty much the same thing emotionally wise.

I am looking forward to meeting new people and making new friends. I am looking forward to taking pictures along my walk of everyone and my mascot. I have a feeling that during this walk, I am going to be doing a bit of growing, either in my mind or my spirit. I will accept this and will nurture it, and try to do an even better job next year. I have already made up my mind that I am going to do it next year. As long as it takes.


And how far am I walking

Yes I know another post about walking, so if you are tired of reading it... after this one don't read any more.

My spouse has been more than gracious in picking me up the morning of my walk, picking up two of my very bestest walking friends, and taking us to the stadium. He has also asked if he can come to the closing ceremony with a million of my awesomest friends who are going to cheer for me and have a screwdriver waiting for me at the finish line! So I was talking to the mouse spouse tonight and he was complaining about where to find parking, I gave him many solutions, and he piped up, well Bob said that he thinks it would be a good idea just to take the metro back and forth. Pause....
Now that I just finished burying Bob in the Moose parking lot, I digress... I will be walking 60 miles, do you honestly think I want to hop on the metro with my stinky self and trolley it home... seriously people. So then mouse spouse says, "well, I could park at Arlingotn cemetery and we can walk over memorial bridge... again, pause.. mouse spouse now has stars circling his head...

I am all packed with the exception of a toothbrush and hairbrush!
In case any one else is wondering what i can fit in a suitcase
Sleeping bag
pillow (have got to have a pillow)
wash clothes
clothes for two days
extra socks
extra undies
soap, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant,

Oh never mind, I am to tired to type it all out, and I am actually making myself sick just trying to remember it all.


Yes, it really was one of those weekends.

you know those weekends, the ones that you can remember some of it and then wish you forgot the other parts. Friday was good, did mass amounts of homework then went up to the Lodge, helped M decorate cupcakes for the Tidewater. Stayed alittle too late drinking a few brews. Went home as soon as they called last call, cuz ya know I wanted to be fresh early in the morning when I had to get up. Well early in the morning came and I wasn't as bright eyed and bushy tailed as I wanted to be, plus I was a bit moody. I got to the lodge, and the people from tidewater came, and we served them, cleaned up helped them with Special Olympics, fed them again and entertained them. It was an exhausting day. A day that they all look forward too though so that makes all of the difference in the world. As soon as they got there, they wanted to know what was for lunch and then dinner, they remember us from each year. It is amazing. I love helping out on this event. One man had a seizure smacked his dad in the head and also bit him, but that was the only thing that happened. Oy vay! Saturday night was a blast we all partied to our hard work and I paid for it on Sunday. I think I got up from the couch once, or twice adn snuck to the grocery store hoping that no one would see me!!
Tonight we had a spaghetti dinner at the lodge and the gals and I worked our butts off! We didnt think it would be that busy but it was awesome. We ran out of food quickly, M should haev made more sauce! I think she is done helping for the year, well until Thanksgiving dinner any ways LOL



I am getting very excited about my 3 day walk. So much so that I had to go shopping for it today. Of course, I waited till the last minute to buy shoes, but I think I will be able to break them in by the walk, but of course that means I will have to train, train longer than the 4-5 miles that I have been walking. Don't get me wrong, I am taking this seriously, so much so that I am freaking out OMFG I am walking 60 miles! I went out today and spent 40 bucks on 4 pairs of socks that will keep my feet dry and blisters will not find me. We will see, if I get one blister I am writing the folks back and demanding my money back *wink*

The humor that I am going to write, does not talk bad about those that we are walking for, and I am sure that they have or are going to give up more than I ever will. I am just finding humor in all of this and I dont want any one of you to think that I am not taking this seriously.
Last year, when I agreed to walk, I filled out the information, paid the registration fee, none of which went to the amount of money that I needed to raise I thought, "Wow, I will get in shape, walk all summer long and be ready for this like I have never been ready before". Here I sit in front of the television watching Medicine Man, amazed that they acknowledged the Swine flu. I figure two days before my walk I will walk every day for miles, wind up spraining or breaking something and be on the sidelines for the walk. So of course I think to myself, "I don't want to get hurt, so I am going to stay in this chair in front of the television, and stay safe" Yea, I know I am totally setting up myself for failure.
People ask me, how is the training going, I respond all gleefully happy, "Omg it is going great, I am so excited, I am on fire fighting crime!" with of course a huge smile on my face. When they turn the other way I usually burst out in tears, crumple to the floor and suck my thumb while rocking!
The types of questions I have been asking, is "what type of food will be there?" I have been told that I will not starve and that there will be plenty for me and the other thousands of women and men who are walking. They also told me that there will be no hoarding of food... should I take that personally?? I am debating on taking a cooler and filling it with Miller Lite, Carmen's ice coffee and diet coke. Oops, oh yea and water too!!
One thing that I am weary about is getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I usually do not have to do this, I have a bladder like an elephant, and thighs too but that is a later conversation. I can hold it all night long, I do not like interrupting my sleep. But here, while I will be basking in the glory of sleeping in a tent, which is on the hard ground, they are telling me that I will not be able to hold it all night long and if I do, then there is something wrong with me. If I hold it all night, then I "must not be hydrated enough", people say, people say, "I am going to wind up with an IV drippping clear liquid in my veins". Yea okay! Sooo I will make sure that I drink water all day, so that my urine is clear, and I have to get up in the middle of the night, crawl out of my two person tent without waking up my tent mate to see a sea of hundreds of tents, not paying attention to where my tent is, stumbling across the fields sober, finding the bathroom, hoping not to touch the urinal and making sure I dont step in or touch nothing funky. Then I will have to make my way to the right tent. I told my tent mate that we will have to play Marco Polo so that I know where our tent is. I can just see myself, crawling into another person's tent, scaring the beejezus out of myself and the people in the tent, running out of the tent, knocking down their tent and about ten others while I run screaming through the tents hoping no one will recognize me the next morning.
I was reading that you can have co-ed tents if requested... I wonder if they have something like the mile high club for the walk?? They also mentioned that you might want to make sure to keep the noise levels down? I don't understand why... this is going to be the biggest sleepover I have ever been too... PARTY!! Minis are in our tent!

My tent mate wants to decorate the tent... I was thinking a mardi gras theme, with a "Party is Here" sign, we can have mini bottles of vodka, and get everyone drunk!! We aren't allowed alcohol in the tent area, not sure how this is going to go over, I might develop the shakes since I havent gone a weekend without drinking in a very very very long time!
Another idea a user had for females was to pack panty liners in your fanny pack so that you can stay dry and fresh. Okay as soon as I read this I am thinking, "Am I going to be the only one to hand someone a moleskin in wrap only to find out that I just handed a walker a very small and thin panty liner?" What and how do I acknowledge that? Do I just keep on walking, what if it is my last liner of freshness and I still have ten miles to walk? Do I say, "Oops, my bad, need that back", and then just give her the bandaid she requested? Do I play it off and tell her that those are what I use and they have been working like heaven? I wouldn't exactly be lying... Okay now once you have regained your exposure.. what do I do if it is a male????
While I am reflecting I realize that it is not just one day that I will be walking until my knees shake, my back has gone into convulsions and I am foaming at the mouth. But I get to wake up and do it all again, and again. Can you imagine my face, waking up Saturday morning without a hangover, thinking to myself this would be a great day to paint the walls, only to realize that I have to get up and go walk around in circles. Could I just tell them that I have already seen the fall foilage and the landscapes and would like to sleep in a bit longer? I can't wait for Saturday morning, and see how well I stand up. I figure if I crawl out of my tent, I could find a tree, crawl to it and use it to help me stand in an upright position. They mentioned that there will be stretching each morning, I am just wondering why I would want to put myself through any more pain than I am already in by actually making my muscles more and stretch out even more. What if I get stuck? What if my teammate gets stuck and expects me to unstuck her, while I am stuck at the same time? I feel old just writing this out.
Speaking of the sleeping, it was mentioned that the tent walls are thin and you should be respectful and not make a lot of noise, then they talked about the snorers. I can only imagine how it is going to sound when the entire sea of tents will be snoring at their own pace, not that I want to be awake to experience this event, I plan on pulling a Jim and Charlie and will be the first one asleep. Did I mention that I am going to be sleeping on a sleeping bag, on the ground??
They have a van that will pick up people who cannot finish the walk, I wonder if you are allowed to ride it more than once, I am thinking that if I pay the driver a tip they can actually look for me on the road, wink at me, throw me words of encouragement, maybe a diet coke if I am good to them. They give out special pins along the walk also.. like one for last walker to enter the camp, a pin for having to get a ride from the special bus. I am thinking to myself, its all about collecting the pins. I am sure I will be looking in my handbook for what pin I can collect now... might make the walk go by faster.
Oh, and this dude was talking about how people bring a pedometer with them so that they can argue with people about the actually total amount of miles on the walk. One thing that I see with the pedometer is that I will be totally excited to think I am on the 15th mile, only to find out that I am only on the 9th mile! No thanks, pedometer is not coming with me.
They also talk about not taking a shower right after the walk, since it will all go to your head and you will be naked and soapy and fall to the ground in front of everyone, since it is semi private showers. Of course, when a shower mate runs out of the showers screaming for help, a nice fine handsome young man will come to my rescue. I will not open my eyes if this happens to me. I will not open my eyes and make contact with this fine, young handsome man, who I am going to name (trying to think of a man's name that is not moose related LOL) okay I am going to name him Calvin. So Calvin comes struting in the shower, comes to my naked soapy body on the floor, and the first question out of his mouth, "Is there only one body down there?" He asks scared, worried that he is going to have give me mouth to mouth, while I am lying down hoping not to move, worried to open my eyes, wondering if he is going to try to give me mouth to mouth, wondering if I brushed my teeth, flossed... oh dear god, I then think that if I wake up now and I could bolt for the door again not looking back, hoping no one recognizes me from falling off the tents from the night before. Then looking around, wondering why everyone is staring at me, and then realized that I am buck arse naked OMG I AM WALKING 60 MILES!!!

Did I mention that Calvin might be the one driving the special bus???


Doctor's visits are looming ahead

So with my 40th birthday, I see a few doctor's appointments in my future. I am getting new insurance soon and I am actually looking forward to seeing what my options are. I need to make an appointment for my back, dentist, eyes, and of course the girlie's need to be checked out. So I think that this will keep me busy for the rest of the year =-)
I am not big on doctor's most that I have seen are all like, "Well, lose a few pounds and see if the problem persists". So in order to get fixed for my problem, whether it be knee, back, strange rash on my arm or creepy crawly things, I need to make sure that I am already ten pounds less than the time before, thus eliminating the second visit and the second co-pay. I swear, the doctors office should be paying us to show up. We primp ourselves, shower, bathe make sure we smell good, brush our teeth, lather, rinse and repeat. We make sure that we are dressed nicely so that we are taken seriously, yet in the thinnest clothing so that we do have the ten pound weight loss, so that once again we can be taken seriously. The troubles we go through.
Word of advice, if you want to be seen for depression, don't do any of these things and you will get your drug of choice! (Yes, this is from experience I even went in an unironed shirt). I wanted something to make me happy without the doctors think that the husband was at fault or that the error could be rectified. It was just too much for me and I was stressed all of the time, with the moose, school, family, friends, bowling, pool, dog, cat, car, work, store.... I was a bit stressed. I needed something to revive me. I went in, talked with a doctor and was given a great helper, which took some time to get used to but it helped clear up my head so that I could actually organize my torential downpour of thoughts.
Anyways.... quick "Oh look a bunny" moment for me.

Needless to say, I have to END THIS POST!!!

By the way... there never was creepy crawlies, I just wanted to make you all shiver!


snapshots of my weekend trip

So we got out of the city early Friday evening, hoping and praying that we would not hit any traffic! On a Friday night, going to the beach, you figure those odds. Guess what?? The prayers worked and we had absolutely no traffic! It was great to get down there, and I took my laptop and got some homework done while in the car well, until dark anyways. I then had to play on the phone, hoping to get the network so I could update facebook and having a few hernia's when I would get the update "NO network available" Once we stopped to eat, I was able to post updated information of where I was at so that anyone could go to my house and break in since we weren't going to be there all weekend! I didn't think of that till it was too late, but I came home to a house I left in the same condition. I was hoping someone would come in and clean it. I have things strewn around all over the place. I am sure if anyone did break in, they would break a leg trying to get around.

School is going well, I am in love with my classes. They are fairly easy, and I am learning the new content well. Since it is online, I cant check out anyone in the class or have coffee and discuss any politics and such, but it is nice to be learning something new and helping my brain!

Starting to get in the mood for fall and baking!

With that, I leave you with some photos from the vacation. The Shriners were in town and we went to their parade!

Not sure where this is going

I had a wonderful weekend. The weather did not cooperate entirely but all in all it was fantastic. Glad to be home and all. Enough about that! Will save for a later post =-)

I read a blog last week where they talked about betrayal and how we all have been betrayed one way or another and how we have betrayed someone in our lifetime. I totally agreed with her post, thinking of my past, so glad that I grew up and started taking other feelings at heart instead of just my own, and I believe that Karma has paid me back twicefold for the mistakes I made and did not learn from until it was almost too late. She was also betrayed as I have by her husband and she learned to forgive him. I am going through this right now and I emailed her to see if she would talk about it more to me on a personal level. She told me her story and how wounds were healed and how the scars from those wounds still itch once in awhile. How just like a scar you have to tend to your relationship in order for it to heal correctly. I do not know if I am making the right decision but I need to follow my heart. I love him and I always will in one way or another. I want to make things right, but I am just so certain I am going to have my heart broken again, and I am hoping that I am not already jinxing the relationship to go bust again, because of this. I think that I will be okay, but I want to know for sure! I am packing boxes and all of that. I am wondering where all of this stuff is going to fit...


Many Where Were You Stories

I am sure if we all sat down in a room, we could tell each other a different story about where we were. Each person would have different emotions. I have my own story.

I was living in San Diego with my husband, we were laying in bed listening to Jeff and Jer, since we are 3 hours behind the east coast, we were still in bed. All of a sudden they annouced a plane hit one of the towers, Brian was in the shower and I immediately turned on the news. I knew immediately what was going on, I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. We watched as the second tower hit, and Brian said he better get to work. I talked to him on the phone through the drive and what they were saying on the television and what he was hearing on the radio. I kept Bryant with me and he went to work with me that day. I knew that I was needed elsewhere even though I wanted to be glued to the tv. I took Brian 3 hours to get on the island and then he just parked his car on the street and started walking to the base. I would hear from him sporatically throughout the next three days.

The plane hit the Pentagon at 6:37 PST, we were under attack and people were scared.

I went to work, many children stayed home, and teachers for that matter. We were all talking and if I got an update from Brian I would pass it on, since we weren't allowed tv's in the classrooms, and that would not have been a good idea with the kids anyways. Many of the parents had field offices in NYC, and were also playing the waiting game. To find out what was going on we would turn on the radios, and keep them very low. We were a federal buidling, so we were closing early that day since many of the parents came to pick up their children. I took two children home with me, becuase their parents could not get off of work. So I had something to keep me busy, once they left the tv came on and I sat in front of it until after midnight. Brian would get home around whenever and fall asleep for a few hours only to have to get up and try to make it back on base. Bryant had no idea what was really going on, he was too young, and I had no idea how I could explain to him that we was no longer safe. He was 8 years old.

The next few days were filled with rumors, and everyone was on edge. I was at the bar with Brian and Paul, watching the U2 dedication concert for the victims. I can just remember sitting there, trying to not think about it, and listening to the boys talking. I guess that was the first day I was not glued to the television.

We were laying in bed one morning and Brian told me that they found one of his friends, a day later, walking down the street in a trance, blood running down his ears... he was lucky, he survived.
Brian also reminded me that he was supposed to go to the Pentagon a few months before the attack. The department that he was in was moved because of rennovations. He would have been there, in the middle of it. He lost many friends, people from the military that he had met and known throughout the years. You know how the military is, it's a family and we all stick together.

Family is so important, makes you think and wonder if you really are ready to give it all up for something else.


First week of school

The first week of school is almost over for my son. He has been going to school, coming home eating whatever he can fit into his mouth and then running off to work till 8-9pm then he will find me where ever I am, put in an order to go pick it up and go home and try to stay awake for an hour or so. He did this tonight, we texted back and forth about what he wanted for dinner, what time he was getting off of work and I told him to text me when he was on his way to collect his dinner. He told me to surprise him with dinner and I did. He decided to stay and eat with the boys and hang out for awhile. He told me earlier that he had some homework but it was short and sweet and if I could help him with it, he would stay a bit longer and hang out with the grown-ups. I thought that it was nice that a 16 year old, instead of going home to eat, sleep, play WOW, get on facebook or Xbox, would rather hang out with the adults. Even though he didn't spend any time hanging out with me, he was there.

When we got home, I got on the computer as he was pulling out his outline for his homework and he went to take a shower. When he came down I was putting the finishing touches on his letter to his teacher (the homework). I was amazing that I could still recall so much about him, while typing lightening speed. I was glad that he came up tonight and I wanted to show my thanks to him, by helping him out. We, as parents do not have to discipline as much and none of the long lectures about safe driving, sex and being nice to your friends hardly exist anymore, so you long for that talking time. I some times feel as though he is slipping through my fingers, and I dont want to rein him in, but he needs to take baby steps towards independence. I thrive for the moments that Bryant will come downstairs and just sit down and start talking. I could be watching the season premier of any show, and I know that I have to turn the television off so he has my full attention. I can record the show, I can't record the small talk that comes so rarely from my son. He talks about his teachers, how the kids are in his class, if he is going to be talking in the class, and how he feels that he is going to do.

Even though they are small conversations, they hold a huge place in my heart.


Bryant's first day of school

He was fine, he didn't let me take his picture, he wasn't late for any of his classes, some of his teachers he has had before, and he is officially a junior with some tough classes and fun classes. He has, VA history, Algebra 2 (taking calculus next year?) Chemistry (taking physics next year?) English, and Sports entertainment marketing, website design, and computer graphics. Doesn't that sound like fun? I think I want to go back to school. My high school only offered cooking and sewing classes. UGH, I did not take those. I was a teachers aide so that i could walk around the halls and talk to people.

He came home from work last night, and he ate dinner while he told me about his day. We both already see trouble with one class (History) he says that everyone knows everyone in that class and they already got into trouble for talking. My son has been notorious for being in the principals office, not for fighting, not for drugs, but for talking too much. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard, Bryant is a pleasure in class but he doesn't seem to want to be quiet. I tell most teachers that he is going into politics or going to be a lawyer and they laugh, and we try things that will quiet him, without having to tape his mouth shut. LOL. He is a junior now, they aren't going to call his mommy and tell her that he still talks too much. Should be interesting to see what happens in this class. Another concern, do you see any Physical Activity in that schedule? They don't have to take PE as a junior. I do not think that is right, but what can I do? Right now he thinks that working and making money is more important than playing football or another organized sports. I don't mind him taking a break, but we will definately be hitting the gym!


Facebook annoyances

First and foremost I know that I network my blog on Facebook, and yes that is pretty cool, BUT...

And another thing, I am not procrastinating over homework due tonight, just letting you know that too, BUT...

When I first joined Facebook, I joined Mob Wars. It was an awesome application that you could play online through Facebook, and I enjoyed playing it. Then Mafia Wars came out, which is almost the same exact thing. I didn't bother even looking at it since I really didnt have time to do it anyways. Then someone, I am not saying who, talked me into Farm Ville. I can't grow veggies at my house nor can I have pigs, goats and cows, but on Farm Ville I can have it all! Funny that I cannot remember to water my plants at home, but I sure as heck can remember to harvest my vegetables. What is the reward you ask? It's all about the tokens and the toys, thats it. Now there is a Farm Town which is the same thing, but not as user friendly I think, or is it just becuase I am used to Farm Ville? Now there is an application called Fish town.. you can only imagine what this is, you collect fish, you fed them, buy them decorations for their environment, and clean the tank and you get tokens, to buy more stuff. With all of these applications, if you have more friends and they come and work in your tank, farm or mafia, you get even more tokens for this also. You cannot cash in these tokens, but you can brag about them and rearrange your farm so it looks just perfect.

I am wondering when they built Facebook if they had any notion that this was going to happen. I wonder how many lost work hours are being accumulated because people have to go online to fight people, harvest their crops or feed their fish. There are other programs too, a restaurant, a zoo I think and a few others.

And to think that the age base for Facebook is 30-49. I wonder if they are networking or playing the games....

And how was your weekend?

I just talked with my team captian for the walk in October and she told me that it looks like we will be the only ones walking from the team that we started with. That's okay, I would feel kinda bad right now since I HAVE NOT been training if they had to walk slower to appease me. We are going to decorate our tent and I hope she knows how much I love taking pictures. I think one picture for every mile would be good.

This month is going to be a bootcamp month, I have to get back on my walking asap. I have homework night tonight, but I think I should be able to sqeze a two mile walk in and some total gym time for my back. Yea why not. I figure if I can get up to ten mile walks three times a week by the end of next week I should be good.

Bryant went to school today and he would not let me take a first day of school photo. I will get one if I have to take one of him while he is sleeping. I only get to do this one more time, since I am hoping that he will be on his own after high school. I can see it now, I will take a picture of him on his first day of boot camp LOLOLOL. We shall see, my camera has been known to travel.

What a wonderful weekend.


As soon as I opened the front door this morning I could smell it. It wasn't as strong at first till the first breeze came up then the pugnant smell of the last air of summer appeared. I have seen it coming for a few days now, last minute vacations and no one in town, the mall was packed with kids getting the last discounts of the back to school sales, hoping that the store did not run out of their size. B-B-Q's and families together for one last day of summer fun and relaxation. You can start to see a few leaves on the ground, an overcast day and maybe a few sprinkles in the air. Definately, summer is gone and fall is just around the corner. Last minute people at the grocery store buying enough food to feed a third world country and making sure that they have enough prepackaged meals so that the children can feed themselves. I was one of them, looking for deals with pop tarts, granola bars and quick meals for when the starving child comes home real quick. I also noticed that many of the employees at the store were happy too since some of them were getting triple time. I need a new job LOL.

I have been reading blogs of people whose children have already gone to school, how they are trying to manage the time of school, sports, homework, while trying to fit in a healthy dinner and family time while trying to get them all to bed at a sensible hour. This goes on till Christmas vacation and then a 2 week hiatus comes just in the nick of time.

Bryant is working on his last day of summer, and did not complain of missing the last picnic or BBQ of the summer, or hanging out with his friends at the mall or at their houses. He hasn't recieved his schedule yet, so he will be one of the kids at the counseling center awaiting his schedule. Like his seal of faith if he is going to have a good year or a bad year. I think that over the summer he has grown and learn that no matter if he likes his teachers or not, he has a job to do. I hope that he learns how to enjoy these last two years of school and looks for the good things in people around him rather than dwelling on the bad incidents.

I for one am looking forward to the school year, I can start thinking of the holidays, and how I am going to decorate the house. I think that this is going to be one of the best years that I have had. I am going to work hard at it and just think of family.


I forgot to tell you about my awesome sewing machine

So about 3 months ago I bought a sewing machine from HSN, I love their flex pays. Anyways, I bought the Brother brand, that sews, quilts, and embroiders. I was so excited and was reading up on it and watched the video that they have on the HSN website.

So the machine came...
and so it sat.

1 week later, it still sat in the box and I would come home from work, sit on the couch and stare at the box, wondering if I was going to be able to handle all of the grief that I had with my first sewing machine. One person remembers my experience with sewing, and that was my mother in law at the time, in fact she came out from Missouri, and helped me try to sew a shirt for my first husband. Oh my gawwd, if you would have seen it when it was done you would have been laughing your butt off! That one shirt caused so much heart ache, tears and screams that I never used it again.

So the machine came,
and so it sat.

2 weeks later it was still in it's box and still all wrapped up. I debated on sending it back many times, but all of the sool electronics were just calling me, I just wanted to sqeeze it and hug it and take it to bed with me. So I went to the HSN website and again watched the video... and watched it again. Doesn't seem so bad, so I took the tape off of the box, and opened the lid.

So the machine came,
and so it sat.

I was doing my bills and went to my online banking and noticed that they already took out the first payment for the sewing machine. I could not believe that it sat in the box for 1 month already. It was amazing how afraid of that thing I was, but I stil loved the shiny stuff and all the buttons. So I walked over to the box, the box that I might add took about 1/4 of my living room, and opened it up, took everything out, and cut and folded the box for recycling and took it outside so that I would not want to put the sewing machine back in the box. I know many of you are thinking that "OMG, she did not save the box, what happens if she needs to return it?" Yea well I thought of that too, but I wanted to face this tiger head on and I knew I could find a box to ship it back if I had to. So I then unwrapped everything and was looking at the 300 page manual that came with the machine and whimpers started coming out of my mouth. There were trace amounts of tears in the corners of my eyes. I didn't want to continue, but like on a Sunday afternoon when we are playing pool for first or second place, you must find it within yourself to forage on and be brave.

I was able to put the entire machine together and plug it in without it blowing up, sparking or giving me a run time error. I was excited. Once I figured out how to thread the bobbin and place it in the correct place right side up, and I was able to thread the machine so that it could thread the needle itself.. omg I was in heaven.

I have already made a ton of things and will be making a bag next. I want to see how well I really will do...

So the machine came,
and so it did sew..

but I haven't played with the embroidery yet.
So it will just sit.


The King has gotten another job!

Not sure if anyone even reads here any more, but I want to keep this active since I do not have time to scrap book anymore and he will never let me take his picture. I have no idea where he gets this from *blink blink*.

He quit his job at Shoppers and within a week had another job. At the Spirit Halloween store here in the area. Its pretty cool and he is having a good time, right now they are painting and unloading boxes. He has been working lots of hours and I sure hope he is not dissapointed once again when he sees his paycheck. I cannot believe that people can be out there making it on hourly wage. There is no way you can support yourself let alone a fmaily with it.

All of my hard work has paid off

Well it was an amazing day. The morning started off a bit humid and it seems like the clouds were going to release some rain at any moment. I said many prayers and I was a bit doubtful that they were going to be answered. I got to the Moose and started setting everything up, we must have rearranged the baskets a million times since a few baskets came at the last minute and we needed to make room for them. the set up was complete and everyone was helping at the last minute. Once it got underway there was tons of food, huge hotdogs, and plenty of great songs. I was manning the booth for the tickets and they were going fast, I thought that I might have to go get more tickets but that was not the case. A friend of mine spent two days putting flyers on cars before the event and it was quiet funny because each time he did, it would rain. He even said if only one person came then he was happy. The one person who came was Mark Sickles, and he was a great guy, introduced himself and stayed for lunch. The day seemed to go by so fast and at the end I was exhausted! So many people came out and helped and let me tell you, if you have good raffles baskets people will spend money! I am hoping that people don't think that they were rigged cuz all of my friends won baskets. it was funny, like we were keeping it in the family. LOL. After all of the fun and the sun set, the sky opened up and rained huge drops all over.

When the picnic was over and we were cleaning up, I noticed a huge Monarch butterfly near the DJ, and it was dancing around, fluttering its wings so someone would notice it was there. I looked for Brian or Jo, so that they could see also. It stayed for a minute or so, then it had to go. Grams had a special love for butterflies, and I believe she also came to visit.

Now I am resting on the couch catching up on my reading, writing thank you notes, and looking over my school work... nah I'm not busy LOL


Age old procrastination

Oh how do I love my house. The same house that as of right now, I have things piled everywhere. I have to be careful right now or it really is going to send me over the edge. I used to take medication for this. When I would get stressed out over the mess, I would throw EVERYTHING away. I'm serious. I do not have any remnants of Bryant's childhood, pictures, special art work or clothing. I have things now from his childhood only because my mother finally deemed it safe to give it to me. Everything in the house has a place for it and the place never moves and when I have extra stuff in the house with no place to put it.. I start going cookoo. BRB my black sheep I just adopted baa'ed. (*ADOLAB) Since the baskets that I am doing do not have a place in the house, and have been on my kitchen counter, I had to find a safe place for them before the structural integrity of the basket became a problem from when I would seend it flying through the air. That safe place is in my laundry closet. The doors are closed, so I cannot see them, but I know that they are in there, creating havoc for the next time I do laundry... I dont think that I will open them until friday... good idea.

Remember when I said that I over obligated myself by agreeing to do everything? Well I finally finished the Queen can that I did for a friend. That is also in the closet. I cannot look at it. I think that is why I sit in front of the computer, so I cannot see it, but the entire time, I am shaking my legs and I am getting a hot sweat. Gawd I am crazy! I am just waiting for my strawberries to harvest so I can make some money on my farm.

So let me go clean now...

*Attention Defict Oh Look A Bunny

Things on my mind

While everyone is getting ready for school and going on last minute vacations I am here, planning out my picnic, and making sure everything is perfect. I have printed out everything that needs to be printed out. I am going to have an information table with donation forms on it, pamphlets on self breast exams, and also some tidbits about where the money is going that I am raising. I just thought of that while I was typing this out. Go ME!
I think that I have enough of everything for the picnic, I am sure that I will well exceed what I need to raise for my walk. Since this was the first time that I have done a fundraiser of this magnitude, I am writing everything down so that I don't forget for next year.
Bryant has gotten an awesome job now, he is working at one of the local spirit stores that they open up for the Halloween season. He is of course a teenager boy. One who likes to go around the house, or the moose and scare already old people into another inch of their grave. I fear for one lady, Dot, who cooks at the Lodge, she is the bestest person ever, and Bryant will just torment her and scare her, adn I tell him one of these days you are going to give her a heart attack. Dot just hits him over the head with a pizza pan and sends him on his way. who knows I might be adding a few extra months to her life. He likes to tip toe around the house and then just say "HEY" really loud and whatever I was working on is now all over the floor while I am trying to pry myself off of the ceiling. Now I doubt that he will be able to do that to the customers at the store, but can you imagine the discipline and hindsight he is going to need in order NOT to scare people half out of their minds? That in itself is great. He will also, I am sure, bring home masks and try to scare the bejesus out of me or anyone for that matter. I can see him outfitted like Jason (Friday the 13th) with a chainsaw walking through the parking lot of the moose, just to see the reaction he gets from people. He is like that. I am glad I raised an annoying little shit who likes to be the funniest person in the crowd. This is good though, that he is so outgowing, since I was so quiet as a child.

I am hoping to get a discount at the store. I need a new coffin for the front yard.


This is something great for a Monday morning

Random Thoughts From People Our Age-I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.-

-More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

-Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

-I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?

-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

-That's enough, Nickelback.

-I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?

-Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

-There is a great need for sarcasm font.

-Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger andsuddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it

.-I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actuallybecomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it

.-How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

-I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

- A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

- LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

- Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

- Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart",all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

- Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

- While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

-Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,and you can wear them forever.

- I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."

-I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

- Bad decisions make good stories

-Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!

- Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?

-If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspringwould probably just be completely invisible.

-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....

-You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything else productive for the rest of the day

.-Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

-There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

-I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

- "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

-I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of peoplewatching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times andgoes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then notseeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

-When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.-I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle,then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

-Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

- As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

-Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

-It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

-I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

-Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their carkeys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on theDonkey

- but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...

-My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?

-It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

-I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

-I think the freezer deserves a light as well.-I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday orSaturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

-The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.