Armed with Cheesecake and Vodka, World Watch Out, I'm Back!

I was sleeping nicely on the couch last night and all of a sudden the hub came running down stairs looking out the basement window, alerting me that he is not going to kill or look for the thing that is in our chimney. I rub my eyes and look at him to make sure he isn’t walking in his sleep as he then tells me that there is either a huge monster in the chimney or that Cheryl’s house is on fire. That’s lovely Then he wants me to follow him upstairs so I can hear the sound.. Yea Right! Though, I did follow him upstairs since curiosity got the best of me, and plus once I started thinking about it, the fireplace is like right there, and I don’t want something to start banging on the door, and I don’t care how many of you say that it’s ok as long as the flue is closed… if that thing can get through the trap on the roof, then it can slither right through the flue, oh hell, it could probably open it himself. I get upstairs and sit on the bed, waiting to hear the noise… nothing… no

So there was a picnic this past weekend. The children were awesome and the parents were so nice and grateful and even helped out with the events. But of course one child can ruin the entire day. Now you have to remember I take things personally and I look for people's reaction when I am doing something. I like to do a good job and do it well. I spend time, make diagrams and set up the event 4 hours prior so I can work out the kinks. That is how I am. I care So I was working my butt off, talking to the children, taking pictures, making sure that they all were having a good time, all the while this one child would follow me and berate the games, complain that his cotton candy wasn't large enough, expect people to wait on him hand and foot and intentionally LIED in order to get a cream soda. I knew he lied, and was not going to prove it to anyone, but I wanted to take that child and just tear him to sherds and make him cry! I dont feel like that often. I loved the children

I remember sneaking this from the refridgerator when I was a child. My mother would never share this and I grew to look it and associate it with summer and of course thiefing. Cucumber Vinegar Salad •3 cucumbers •1 red onion •1/2 cup white vinegar •1/2 cup water •1/3 cup sugar •salt and pepper to taste Start by taking a look at your cucumbers. If the skin is very tender, don’t bother peeling it. If it seems a little tough, you can either peel the whole cucumber or just take some of it off… I like to create a little stripe design lengthwise. Slice the onion and cucumber both thinly and add them to a salad bowl. Get out a small bowl and pour the vinegar, water and sugar in it. Stir until all the sugar is dissolved. Add the salt and pepper and pour the mixture over the onion and cucumber slices. Cover your bowl with a lid, a plate or some plastic wrap and store it in the fridge for at least 2 hours or until you are ready to serve your salad. The longer it sits, the better the cucumber v

I have fallen in love with Facebook since I have been on it. Of course there are times when I want to throw it out the winodw because they have to change the format of the home page or others as much as MSN. If it works there is no reason to change it! They havent changed it for awhile now and I hope it stays. I can do everything on this site. I can tell everyone when I have to go to the bathroom, when I can't sleep and what I ate for dinner. I can show people random pictures of vacations and even tag people in very unflattering pictures of themselves, and I can show everyone what foods I have been eating by taking pictures with my cell phone and posting them right away. I can share everything from favorite links to my bra size. I can stalk people that I know, but dont want to be friends with, by reading all of my friends friends walls. Yes this takes some time, but how gratified do you feel after reading about the bitch who called you names in elementary school is now poor and us

I have had a boring non eventful summer so far and have nothing funny to write about. I could write about the woman who really needs to start wearing a shirt at the Moose. I can’t talk about it anymore, because every time I think of her, I want to throw up a little bit in my mouth. That’s lovely I could write about my dysfunctional home life right now, Bryant is all upset because he is learning that even though you did the right thing, you are going to get screwed. I get to hear it from both sides, and I am about ready to tell the both of them that I can leave, it’s not like I haven’t done it before. This time I am not taking anyone with me. I could tell you how exciting my classes are going, that I am rocking with the GPA, but things on that front are slow. My enrollment counselor thinks that he can call me at all hours of the day and have a 20 minute conversation with me. I know you are bored dude. He knows more about my life than my husband. Although, every since I faxed him

So I have been out of town because of work and I have been loving every day of it. BUT My son who is at home, also had some joy this week... he got into his first car accident. It was nothing major someone hit him from behind, but it was the fact that I was not there that hit me like a ton of bricks. Then I realized how well I have raised him and how great he is going to be. I called him shortly after I heard what happened, he couldnt talk because he was on the phone with the police, and he would call me back. He is 17, he sounded like he was 37. Very mature and took the reins and did the right thing. He called Brian, and then the police, police came out and said, no more monkeys jumping on the bed.. remember that song?? Okay well anyways, police said that they are not going to file a report since both of the cars are driveable and to exchange information and be on their way. He handled the entire situation like he has been through it a million times. We have drilled in his head