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

So the King is working, only a few days a week, and they are taking taxes out and he is very unhappy with the American Way. Last summer he was working almost everyday and making about 70 bucks under the table. Now he makes about 26 bucks a day. He wants to quit, but I wont let him until he gets another job. He thinks I am mean. I give him money to go see Transformers II, The Hangover, and I give him money during the week for other things, all the while only asking for him to mow the yards, take out the garbage and clean his bathroom. The bathroom is the only thing I really demand that he does every other day. So I am definately mean, go figure. He is only 16 years old, and he has had so many more experiences than I have. He golfs with Brian and I. He travels all over Virginia playing in pool tournaments. His curfew is 11 pm on the weekends. He can have people over at the house at almost any time. I am such the cool mom. Some teenagers lock themselves in their room for days ...

Yep, I did and I have lost 3 pounds, but I am sure with all of the hot dogs that I ate yesterday will magically turn into the 3 pounds I lost and deposit them in a new place, like my ass or hips. I should have thought more before I ate them. I did not eat them at the same time, Heavens no. I paid my 8 bucks, got 1 hotdog with mustard (if they would have had tomato, and pickle with some kraut I would have been all over that) I also put some tater salad and 2 deviled eggs on my plate. Went back to my chair, and ate 1 egg. I then looked at my dog, hopefully that it was all beef, and was looking at the size, and how it was perfectly grilled to a master plumpness. I could have inhaled that dog. I took my time eating it, savoring each bite, wondering how many points the hotdog bun counted for, and making another mental note to buy reduced fat hot dog buns for myself. Yes, I know boring and so like the beginning dieter. I ate the tater salad which was from red hot and blue, and gave...

Remember when you went to Chuck E Cheese and you played all of those "cheesey" games and you were rewarded with coupons if you played well? I never went as a child, since of course my childhood sucked, but I took my son many times and when he started getting too old for it, we would still go and play the games together and see who could rack up the most coupons. He won most of the time, but at the end of the day when you are counting hundreds of coupons for a dollar store toy, I thought to myself many times. it is not about the toy that you get, its about the hundreds upon hundreds of coupons/tickets that you have collected. You would remember the number for days, using it as a bargaining tool when playing with friends. I got 500 tickets at Chuck E Cheese, how many did you get" I remember hearing when Bryant would play with his friends at school. They would then compare which games gave you the most tickets. They would hardy ever talk about the toy that they "...

Where should I start? I have missed my blog, it was recently taken over by cats, and even thought they are still cute and onory as can be... I need my blog back, so from now one we will have one day a week for mindless kitten antics. So Saturday is the new Caturday and that will be when I talk about my creatures great and small. Okay so, those of you who have Facebook can now look up your zip code for sex offenders who live in your area and it will post it to your homepage. Interesting. now I thought I lived in a pretty safe neighborhood, but it says that I have 24 people living close to me. And these are the ones that have been caught. It shows their picture and when you click on the picture it takes you to another website and will inform you of what they did wrong and where they are living. Now if that aint a tool to be reckoned with. I mean I have many many issues on the system allowing preditors who can not be rehabilitated back into society becuase of the simple, oh the ja...

I just finished reading AMY and I can say that I went through the same thing with Bryant. Now I wish he would get through the phase where everyone is wrong besides him and he basically thinks that he is the perfect one and knows everything. Seems to me he is just like his father in that aspect. Another thing, when he comes through the door, there is no "hello" "how are you". Maybe a grunt or two might come out of his lips, but that might be too much trouble, so why bother. It seems that I have been on his case more now that ever. He is going to be living out on his own soon and there is no way he is going to have a roommate who is going to put up with him. Girlfriends, yea he has them but he never wants to share the information... I need to start cracking down!!

My back has been hurting so I have sitting on a vibrating chair inset. I fashioned it up in the bed, so I could watch tv in bed while I was getting a massage. Up comes both of the cats, since they think it is nap time. They heard the buzzing of the back immediately and started smacking the blankets. OMG Calvin was trying to attack nothing, which makes me think that they had a fight with a bee, or something that buzzes. So I turned off the back thing and lay it on the bed so that they could smell it and see what it actually was. Then I would turn it on low and all I can say is that I have not laughed that much in such a long time. It was great. Calvin is always investigating things, while Tao stand behind him, but he was so freaked out that she would be behind him, and smack the blanket that he would jump so high that he would fall off the bed. This happened again and again and I would just laugh. Calvin would get back on the bed, get in front of Tao and then start swatting the...

She finally lets me walk past her without her darting upstairs under a bed. She also will let me extend a finger to her to smell when we are both sitting on the couch. This morning she attacked my ponytail. Things are looking up!