101 Ways To Make It Look Like An "Accident"

Check this out:

2011-02-10T11:09:00.000-08:00

I like books and I thought this one looked interesting. The "Romance" genre isn't one I've delved into but I'm up for about anything. If you read it when it comes out, feel free to comment. I plan on reviewing it.

I'm Back!

2011-02-08T14:02:00.000-08:00

So, I was off for a month, focusing one something else. Fortunately, there aren't a ton of dedicated readers sending me a barrage of emails missing my posts. LOL That being said I must tell you about my latest find... an eco friendly, back friendly yoga mat from EcoWise Fitness. It's hands down the BEST mat I have EVER used. The mat helps you stabilize yourself while doing the more difficult moves... like Tree Pose. It came with a really cute carrying bag. The only problem with the bag is that it's difficult to fit a rolled up mat in it. I struggle getting it out and in.

I won mine from DoYourPart.com along with a super Giam yoga bag and some other goodies. You can visit them here:

http://doyourpart.com/
Or "like" them on Facebook!
http://www.facebook.com/doyourpart

Win an iPod Nano!

2011-01-07T06:29:00.000-08:00

So, I'm going to do a giveaway... there is a catch though. If I can get at least 800 people to sign up with nomorerack.com using this link:

http://www.nomorerack.com/?cr=15585

by February 7th, one of my readers will win an iPod Nano. You must sign up using the link, confirm it and then wait! That's all. you don't have to make a purchase. Plus, you get a $10 credit to your nomorerack account just by signing up! Simple! Please post here letting me know that you signed up!

The drawing will be held on February 7th at 5pm CST using random.com. The winner will have three days to respond to the congratulatory email or this site.

Good luck!

Did you know Aveda has a Birthday Club?

2011-01-06T06:21:00.000-08:00

I love Aveda products. I don't love their price. If you sign up at http://www.Aveda.com you will receive valuable coupons and gifts throughout the year. I signed up and got a printable coupon for a hair smoothing trio. I simply take it to my nearest Aveda Salon (Charles Thomas in Farmington, Missouri) and redeem it. You also receive cards in the mail throughout the year for Pure-Fume, lotion samples and other goodies. Become a fan of Aveda on Facebook and you may get a nice treat in the mail!

http://www.facebook.com/Aveda

Why You Shouldn't be Taken in by "Team National"

2011-01-05T06:52:00.000-08:00

Shortly after the election, a friend contacted me to "share" an opportunity. This required that she come to my house, have me listen to several phone calls and watch a DVD. It didn't pass my sniff test, so I told her that I wasn't interested in it. I haven't heard from her since.

Four weeks ago, one of my husbands co-workers asked him to watch a DVD. My husband brought it home and asked me to watch it with him. It was a DVD for "Team National". I told my hubby that I'd already seen it and thought it was a load of crap. For the last four weeks his co-worker has hounded him about coming to his house to hear about this great "opportunity". As reluctant as I was, I figured it would be great to put this to bed once and for all.

We went, heard the phone calls, watched the DVD and listened to the nice man try to sell the snake oil. My opinion isn't changed. Here's why:

"Team National" sells you a membership that allows you to take a 1%-30% discount with select companies. You must order online through your personal webpage. You are not provided an instant discount, but are sent a rebate check. If this sounds to you like eBates or Blastoff, it's because it's the same idea.... only eBates and Blastoff are free. Did I mention that a two-year membership costs roughly $795 and a lifetime membership is $2200? In fact, most of the stores on the "Big N Marketplace" through Team National, have coupons available for the same discount and many have them for higher discounts.

Here comes the fun part, you can SELL Team National and make a lot of money... according to the nice man giving the spiel. If you can sucker two people, then four more into buying a membership you can make $1500. Our host from last night has been hammering away at this for five weeks and has yet to complete this. While it is accomplish-able, do you really want the guilt of selling something to someone that they can readily get for free? It's a morality question, in my opinion. I have no desire to dedicate my life to annoying the hell out of people pestering them just so I can earn some payola.

In my opinion, this is a 100% legal pyramid scam. It's a MLM. Be careful what you attach your name to and be careful not to purchase something that is already free for the asking.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

2011-01-05T06:38:00.000-08:00

I haven't blogged here for a long time. I took a hiatus to run for public office, lost, and now I'm getting back into the swing of things. Today is a day for a new start. Today is the day I would have been sworn in had I won.

We're taking a new approach to this blog. I'm re-vamping it to help other S.A.Ms make the most of their monthly budget. I want to help you find the best deal on products you use every day. I want to offer reviews of products, honest reviews that actually tell you honestly about a product... not pander to the company who's product I'm reviewing. I hope you enjoy it.

Carrie

Two Posts In One Day?

2010-02-16T16:18:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I had to come back to vent. Sometimes, I meet a person and from the get-go I want to slap them. It may be phone conversation or face to face... they need slapped. Such is the case with Liam. He's working on a project that I am working on. He's about fifty steps behind me and keeps telling me things that I knew months ago... like he's got an inside scoop. While I normally find people like this mildly annoying and a minor irritation (the Try Too Harders) he's just super annoying. I want to hit him. Hard. With a blunt (sic) object.

I don't have the time or energy to do Liam's job for him, nor do I want to. In fact, when I meet up with him for the first time this weekend, I may be so obnoxious and rude to him that it will cause him to cringe in a corner and cry at the mere mention of my name. To top it all off, I'm off the sauce. I quit coffee today and tomorrow, the first day of Lent, I'm giving up wine and rum. Seeing that those are the only two spirits I enjoy drinking, I'm in for a rough 40 days.

Back In The Saddle Again

2010-02-16T05:40:00.000-08:00

I know, most of you are thinking "She's forgotten about us. Her life is sooo great now she doesn't need an outlet to vent her frustrations with the mental midgets of society and home." Friend, that simply isn't so. I've just been busy. I've had so much crap to do that I haven't had time to write about all the daily stupidity that flavors my life. Things like watching Inglorious Basterds with my s/o and having him say, "That isn't how Hitler died. He died of natural causes. I don't understand this movie." Really? No, really? Did you really just say that? It's a freaking Jewish revenge film, not a G-D biography. We aren't watching A&E... we rented this. The little gems that make my everyday life sparkle are amusing, I know, but lately I haven't been in the mood to share them. This has resulted in yelling until the veins pop out on my forehead, family avoidance and whispering... "Your Mom is having PMS please don't make her mad." I need to vent. Writing is my vent system. It's the HVAC of my mind.

Look for more, mostly amusing and sometimes sidesplitting posts soon.

The Second Half of Chapter 1

2009-08-23T18:05:00.000-07:00

Introducing: Mrs. Darcy

2009-08-22T17:43:00.000-07:00

OMG! WTF?

2008-11-18T19:39:00.000-08:00

So, I live in a small town. Everyone knows everyone's business. By business I mean, when the mayor's wife was busted for TWELVE counts of felony attempting to illegally obtain a controlled substance... the whole town goes into spastic fits. The phone lines melt and the interwebs are slow as hell from all the activity. It's insane. Granted, our mayor is "notorious" for certain "activities" that may or may not be illegal... I never pegged his wife for a dope-fiend. She works for the hospit... oh, I get it now. Hmmm... I'm a little slow to the draw lately. I get it now.

Miss Me?

2008-11-17T14:11:00.000-08:00

I have some new and exciting news... I have a job. Well, not a job job... it's more fun than that. I am the Director of Marketing and Sales for Prepcasts SEMO division. That was a mouthful. It's kinda like I'm the boss of the salespeople/person. We hired a new one today and will, hopefully, hire a new one tonight. What do I do? you ask...

Well, I get advertisers to advertise on our broadcasts. We broadcast sporting events via the interwebs... we have video and audio. Everything we record is archived and can be watched/listened to later. We have signed some really great advertisers and hope to sign more soon. There are 270 basketball games booked with us right now. I have been a busy little "B".

More later...

Just in case I'm accused of being biased...

2008-10-29T06:28:00.001-07:00

I don't like Obama and Biden either. I'm apathetic and will probably vote for Bob Barr.

Makin' fun of the election. Ur doin' it right...

2008-10-29T06:06:00.000-07:00

So, I am tired of the election... really tired. Yesterday, a campaign worker for McCain called me to ask if they could count on my vote. I giggled... a lot. Now, generally, I vote for Republicans or more moderate conservatives. However, I am finding it difficult to see any redeeming or likable qualities in McCain. He gives me the heebie jeebies and so does his "Stepford Wife". Sarah Palin makes my head feel as though it will asplode. The arrogance that just seems to drip off of the two of them makes me very angry. I explained at length to the poor worker that I would not be voting for McCain and the reasons why. I'm not going to list them for you because it's early and I cannot brain this early in the morning, but I can assure you the list was lengthy and funny as hell. She giggled and agreed with me! It's just a job!

So, this morning I got in the interwebs to look at LOLcats and I find this little gem, ready to caption. Enjoy.

Did I Mention That I'm Fat?

2008-10-23T04:01:00.000-07:00

My youngest child took my picture the other day when I was burning leaves in the front yard. It confirmed what I already knew. I am fat. My worst fear is indeed coming to fruition, I am starting to look like a relative of mine and it's not a good thing. So, I joined the gym. I figure if I'm paying for it, I'll be more likely to follow through. Fit 4 Life is the gym I joined. For a mere $35 per month I can work out all I like and tan my fat so it's less obvious... black is a slimming color.

My first day:

Circuits. Resistance Machines. The Hill to No Where. I did this in the morning and then after supper. (I weighed in and got measured too... 172lbs! I'm such a fatass.)

Day two:

I got called to sub, so the morning workout was pretty much shot. I went before church and did a set of the circuits. I got on the scale and guess what? 170lbs! I've lost two pounds!

So, now I'm feeling inspired. I have a goal and it's to lose 30lbs by December. If I lose 5-7lbs per week working out two times per day I can lose the weight I want by December 6th.

Cannot Brain Today

2008-10-10T05:44:00.000-07:00

I really do have "The Dumb" today. With so much going on right now, I can barely think. The stock market is tanking, gas prices are falling, father-in-law had a heart attack, grandmother died, Pumpkin Fest is tomorrow, I have to pick up 42 pies, I have to pick up a tricked-out truck... I don't know if I want to be happy or sad.

The trip went well. I met my BFF's family. Interesting folks. They would frighten a lesser person. Next time I have to bring the uniform. The uniform consists of a hoodie, jeans and clean tennis shoes, pajama pants optional. I bought a bunch of Christmas stuff and some for myself. The trip was fun and I got to gamble, drink and eat foot-high pie. Really. FOOT HIGH PIE.

Oh, did I mention that yesterday, on our weekly excursion to the library, my wedding ring snagged on my bookbag sending the diamond flying through the air? Yeah. It. Sucked. Thank God it was insured.

So Long, Farewell, Auf Weidessein.... Goodbye!

2008-10-03T06:19:00.000-07:00

We are leaving soon! I am so excited to be getting away for the weekend with no kids, responsibilities... et al ad nauseum. Think of us while we're on the road. My hubby asked me before he went to work, "Where is your life insurance policy? You know, in case you die in an accident." Such sweet sentimentality.

Oh, Tomorrow, Will You Ever Come?

2008-10-02T18:22:00.000-07:00

I am waiting patiently in anticipation of tomorrow. It's the day. No kids, no husband, no housework, no whining, no worries... Utopia. It's been nearly nine years since I've gotten to have a girls getaway weekend. How is that possible? I don't deer hunt.

Anyhow, I have cash and no worries. It's time to do some serious Christmas shopping!!

Brrringgg......Brrrrddddingggg.... Your Home Planet Is Calling

2008-09-30T18:10:00.000-07:00

Oh, yes... my home planet is calling. I hear it beckoning to me all the way from Indiana/Ohio. It's saying, "Come on home girl....". Wait, that's just Heart. Sorry, my bad. It's actually Vera Bradley and she has a very loud voice. The annual Vera Bradley Factory Sale is this weekend in Indiana. As an added bonus, about an hours drive away is the Country Living Fair. ROADTRIP! I get to leave, childless mind you, on Friday morning and return Sunday evening. I am so stoked. My good buddy, Amy will be driving and we will be staying at her dear, sweet sister's house. The best part? Are you sitting down? My hubby is giving me money! Not Monopoly money or the Post money you get in the paper... actual money! With the way the economy has been I should get some huge bargains. I'm thinking Christmas in October. Pictures to follow.

Pray for me, I teach High School home ec. tomorrow.

Here's Your Friggin' Bailout!

2008-09-29T12:12:00.000-07:00

So it failed in Congress... amazingly. I was actually hoping the plan to bail out Wall Street, AKA "The Worst Idea Evah", would tank. What is it with politicians? The solution is staring them dead in the face and yet, they can't see it. What is this wonderful solution you ask? Give the money to the CITIZENS. If we were to give each household that filed taxes last year a check for $400,000 it would actually save a couple billion dollars and it would have the added bonus of boosting the financial market. People would pay off their mortgages, especially those facing foreclosure, and they would buy new cars. It's a genius of an idea. So simple. We would stimulate the economy and keep people in their homes. Too bad our ELECTED OFFICIALS are too stupid to figure it out.

Why God Hates Me: And Other Annoyances.

2008-09-23T18:30:00.000-07:00

God doesn't like me right now. Maybe it's all the four-letter words I like to drop, maybe it's my attitude, or perhaps He is just having a bad month. Any way your cut it, He hates me. First, I screw up the checkbook. HUGE mistake... SRSLY. Then, we lose the grape-stomp. I hate to lose. Thirdily, the only grade I've gotten to sub for this month is SECOND F-ING GRADE! I HATE second grade. Need further proof that the Big Man Upstairs has it in for me? Fourthily, I didn't get the job with the University. I am a huge loser with no prospects for decent employment, forever destined to be a second-rate, poorly compensated, substitute teacher. GOD HATES ME.

Plan B. I have a plan "B". I was a Girl Scout for all of like five minutes, so I am prepared. I am starting my own clothing business. You heard that right. It's going to have cute little frou-frou frillies for little girls and pretty dresses for fatties like me. I even made a dress form replica of my fatness. You can find the plans for one at this link:

http://www.taunton.com/threads/pages/t00002_p4.asp?

I chose the duct tape one. So far, so good. I'll get to try it out Thursday. Anyhow, I'll be hawking my goodies on ebay under the name of fluffy_stuff08. Check it out in a few weeks.

Please pray to God or whomever you pray to that I 1.) keep my sanity 2.) don't harm any innocent second graders 3.) find peace.

How To Be A Bitch 101

2008-09-20T04:13:00.000-07:00

Here's the back story... my youngest daughter took a medication at the age of 20 days that gave her brittle teeth. They break easily and chip frequently. They are not black, but tinged a slight gray. A local dentist, who we had to start seeing because my husband thought driving to Ste. Genevieve to see the competent dentist was too far, drilled and filled my poor little childs teeth. ALL of the fillings crumbled and fell out taking with them my daughter's teeth. Four teeth. Leaving the roots. So, since July we've been to three different special dentists and pediodontists. Yesterday, we drove to Clayton to visit the offices of Accent Dental.

Things were going great. We got there early and were able to get into the office early also. It went downhill from there. The dental assistant *emphasis on the ASSistant* was either having a bad day or teaching a course on how to be a bitch. Either way, I am the WRONG person to pull that crap with. It started off by her asking me if I brush my child's teeth. Well, no, she's almost seven, she brushes them on her own. However, I watch. Then, she rinses with a fluoride rinse that shows her where she missed. She does this at least twice a day and sometimes eight... So the lady snarkily says, "Does she floss?" Hmmm..... No. "Well, why not?" Because, I say, giving her floss is like giving a cat a hand grenade. Neither of them know what to do with it and they are liable to get hurt. She doesn't have a sense of humor.

So, the doctor comes in and we're discussing our plan of action. They talked about putting sealant on her six year molars. I informed them that she had sealant put on her teeth last year... to which the *ASSistant* replied, "I doubt that. I've NEVER heard of schools putting sealant on childrens' teeth." Welll.... just because she hasn't heard of it doesn't make it not true. I am not used to having my credibility or statements questioned. I went on to explain that there was a program in our county called "Smiley Faces" that goes to the school and does this. She still says she's never heard of it. I told her that it's run out of the Missouri Health Initiative. She shoots arrows at me with her mind... then asks me how often my kid drinks soda. Let me think about that one... rarely to never. Oh, what does she drink you ask? There's this great thing called MILK. She also likes WATER and JUICE. She then tells me she's never heard of a child teeth being affected by a medication taken at birth. Damn, this woman is dumb. She then says that my child's problem is the result of tooth decay and possibly baby bottle tooth decay. Funny, my child was breastfed and on a cup by the age of one. Strike three, you're out.

I'm Stomping Grapes Today! (Now with picture-ey goodness!)

2008-09-13T04:15:00.000-07:00

Yep, you read that right. I. Am. Stomping. Grapes. It's for charity... weehoo. One of my favorite things and I get to soak mah toesies in it. Of course, the theme is the I Love Lucy episode, "Lucy Makes an Italian Movie". How great is that? It's not even Halloween and I get to play dress-up. I am on a team with two of my friends, Amy and Laura, and we are going to win. Seriously. The other gals in the contest are teensie tiny little real-estate salespeople and frou-frou shop owners. We're big, strapping gals with a lot of stomping power. Now, if I can just keep my wind going and not have an asthma attack... maybe I should take a hit off my inhaler before the contest. It always makes me twitchy and move a lot, or would that be considered "juicing"... haha nice pun.

Anyhow, I will post details about our win later tonight. KTHXBAI!!

Okay.... update.... WE LOST. However we had fun. Enjoy the pics!

Ohio To Ban And Euthanize Pit Bulls... SRSLY

2008-09-12T11:29:00.000-07:00

I read this on Jen Lancaster's site today. It's horrible and unfair. If the government can do this, next they'll take your Chihuahua for being ugly and barky. Here's where to send emails and sign a petition: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/hb-568-ohio-pit-bull-ban

Here is my email and where to send yours:

district33@ohr.state.oh.us

House Bill 568

First let me start off by saying I have always enjoyed my trips to Ohio, in particular Sandusky, however I am very concerned with your new piece of legislation banning and euthanizing Pit Bulls. As a former Pit owner I can effectively say that there are no bad dogs, only bad owners. As trite and cliched as that may be, it is the truth. If you ban the dogs and euthanize the current Pits residing in your state you are telling the people of your state that they cannot own property deemed "dangerous" by you and the other legislators in yourstate. If you had ever owned one of these horribly dangerous (only to a tug bone) dogs you would know that the stereotype and bad reputation of the dogs is horribly misconstrued. What's next? Cats with bad dispositions? Perhaps poodles who pee on rugs, that is after all unsanitary and possibly lethal... If this bill is passed, I will not spend my hard-earned vacation money in your state and will strongly urge my friends, family and random strangers to follow suit. Please re-think your stance on this.

Thinspiration Or Another Reason To Drink?

2008-09-12T05:01:00.000-07:00

I just finished "Such A Pretty Fat" by Jen Lancaster **my favorite author** and I'm not sure if I feel inspired to lose weight or drink Key Lime Martinis... I can think of reasons why I can't diet and make it stick. Here they are ala Bridgette Jones:

1.) I've given birth and my muscles suck... permanently.
2.) The fat pushes out the wrinkles and stretch marks.
3.) I have children for Christ sake and I can't deprive them of cookies.
4.) I have Z-E-R-O willpower.
5.) I like stretchy clothing.
6.) I like being asked when I'm due.

Okay, so maybe these aren't good reasons.

For those following the saga of our heroine, she has not heard anything about the elusive job yet. I jump every time the phone rings, thinking it's them telling me I'm hired. Oh blessed freedom... I keep telling myself that it is counterproductive to get all worked up and stressed out wondering if I got the job or some other undeserving, overqualified biatch did. There were certified teachers applying! For a job that only makes $13.80 per hour! That should be a RED FLAG!! If they can't get or keep a job teaching everyday, it's probably a clear indicator that they won't be so great at teaching nutrition education every day. I mean seriously... think about it.

Well, folks, I'm off to sub today for the freakin second grade... my least favorite grade to teach. I have an alphabet soup class; ADD, ADHD, BD, LD and so forth. Pray that no innocents are harmed. Amen.

How To Kill A Pie

2008-09-07T09:27:00.000-07:00

So, this weekend we are celebrating "Moses Austin Heritage Days" in good 'ole Potosi. They have booths, food and contests. One of the contests is a pie baking contest... Being that I am very competitive when it comes to food, I took on the challenge. What kind of pies you ask, well apple pies, custard pies, strange pies and fruit pies. I settled on making an apple pie, a sugar pie and a paw paw pie. (Paw paws are indigenous to North America and are a form of custard apple.) I started by making the sugar pie, very simple just some cream and sugar. Done. I move on to apple. Cut up apples, check... add sugar, check... add cinnamon, check... bake pie, check... drop pie on floor after taking it out of the over, check... crap. We're down one pie. So, I start on the custard pie with paw paws. It turns out great. The sugar pie is done and cool, but ugly... crap. So, I throw Cool Whip on it and eat a slice. I can't have it go to waste. Then, I tell my oldest daughter to put it in the fridge. She drops it on the floor right in front of the fridge. Crap. This morning I got up early and made another apple pie and put meringue on the paw paw custard pie. I hope to win. The prize is $100 a bunch of baking stuff. If I don't I may cry.

At Least I'm Not A Dog In A Parka.

2008-09-05T16:08:00.000-07:00

Where do I start? When we last left our heroine, she was preparing for a job interview...

The interview went smashingly! I was on target with all of the questions, I was dressed nicely, I was personable without being overbearing... I walked out of that interview without a single iota of regret. I aced it. Now, hopefully, they will hire me. I would hire me.

So, today was the day from hell. There was banking to tend to, the SO's truck needed the tags updated. I scheduled an inspection at the beginning of the week. I got to the inspection site only to be told to come back at 3:30... seriously. I have kids at 3:30 which totally defeats the purpose of scheduling the inspection for 9:30 AM. I drive across hell's half acre searching for someone to inspect my truck. Inspection complete. I take my little slip of paper to the DMV with my insurance information and checkbook only to be told that my personal property taxes are showing as unpaid. Crap.

I hop in the truck and make my way to the courthouse. They were right, our taxes weren't paid. I know we paid some kind of tax... but it wasn't that one. I go home, defeated. I search through the duplicates of our checks for the last nine months. Lo and behold! there it is! We paid our CITY taxes, you know, the ones we had no idea existed until last year. I race to the school where my husband works, tell him the situation, get the savings book, race back to the bank only to be given attitude by the teller. Who do these people think they are? Seriously. The lady who waited on me is the same one who always waits on me. She's just as rude today as she was last week, month, year... Finally, I get out with money in hand, go to the courthouse and pay the taxes and get the stupid tags. The End. Crappy Day.
Now I'm home and I have a huge headache. I need caffeine. Grandma next door has Pepsi. I love Grandma.

Tomorrow, I have a J-O-B interview.

2008-09-02T17:06:00.000-07:00

I haven't really had a regular 40 hour a week job since, well... ever really. I've always stayed at home or worked part-time. This leap into the workforce is frightening and I am filled with apprehension. I can't decide what to wear. I have the di riguer hippie skirt and pima cotton top or the hardly worn plaid dress slacks and a nice beige top. Do I wear my hair up or down? Wait, I don't have hair. Scratch that. I don't want to dress up too much but I don't want to look like a slob. If I get the job, I get an enormous amount of independence from the financial stranglehold my husband has on me. Okay, maybe it isn't a stranglehold, but it isn't fun. I'm reading "Harmonic Wealth" by James Ray and according to him, this job thing is a great idea. Well, wish me luck and pray hard to whomever you pray to.

2008-09-01T06:59:00.001-07:00

Claire McCaskil, my daughter McKenzie and myself at the 2005 Governor's Ball. For a Democrat, she's pretty nice.

2008-09-01T06:56:00.000-07:00

This is me at the Governor's Ball in January of 2005.
I turned thirty at midnight. Fun party, disappointing
Governor.

Happy Labor Day Folks!

2008-09-01T05:37:00.000-07:00

Once again, just like this time every year, it's Labor Day. We have a time-honored tradition of driving an hour to pick up McKenzie, my oldest daughter, from her paternal grandparent's house and that's pretty much it. Exciting huh? This year, we are stopping to pick apples. Yippee!

Stupid things that happened/were said today...

2008-08-31T17:36:00.000-07:00

Okay, so it isn't every day that you have a thirty-six year-old man with a masters degree and near completion of his doctorate ask you if pickles grow in your garden. Seriously. My hubby asked if those were pickles in the jar in the fridge or if they were cucumbers from the garden. He didn't know pickles were made from cucumbers. I'm serious. I've made pickles now for ten years. He's never seen me do it, just eaten the end result. The man thinks pickles grow in your garden. Pickle tree? Pickle bush?...

So, me and Kami were watching X-Men 2. They were talking about a little girl walking through walls. Kami says, "Mommy, can I walk through walls?" "Sure you can. I did it twice when I was a little girl. Go ahead try it." I say. She tried it and realized on the third try that she could not, in fact, walk through walls. We then discussed the difference between TV and real life. Mutants do not exist... well, not in the hot Hugh Jackman way.

Crawdads and Church

2008-08-31T11:52:00.000-07:00

Today we went to church. Yes, I said church. After months of the husband begging me to come with him and listen to the new priest, I went... grudgingly. The guy wasn't too bad. He was a sight better than the old priest, Father "I'm Only In This For The Retirement". He didn't mention football, golf or beer... wait, he did mention beer. I excused this because he was discussing his trip to Germany. Apparently, the water is so horrible there that they can only make it palatable by brewing it into beer. Isn't that the excuse the Baptists use for wine in the Bible? I digress. I came, I saw, I kinda liked the guy.

After church came the big Sunday decision... what to do for lunch? We toyed with the idea of schlubbing down some processed chicken parts at the local fast-food joint, but settled on sandwiches at the local park. We had a great time. The kids wanted to walk down to the spring-fed creek. We went down and played in the water and caught a mess of crawdads... otherwise known as the poor man's shrimp. The kids played for about an hour and insisted that we take the crawdads home to put in my little pond.

So, on the way home we have to stop at the local store to get index cards for Todd's football team. My youngest daughter, Kami, refused to leave her little friends in the van. So we toted a cup full of crawdads into the store where she promptly showed them to anyone who cared to look. Then she stood at the door where she could see herself in the television system and danced while singing about the virtues of her crawdads. We got home and I grabbed the cup to put her friends into their new home. She threw a fit. Well... I can run faster than her. So, I took them outside and threw them into my pond. The end.

We're making bread and canning apples tonight. There should be more inane stories later.

Let me introduce myself...

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If you were hoping to find something morbid or disturbing, let me show you to the door. I thought the name was catchy and there are times when I would like to kill my husband, children, friends and random strangers. My friend, Amy, said I should start a blog. I need to get some things out and share them with other people. Since this is relatively anonymous, I can say pretty much what I feel and be none the worse for wear.

Let me start off by saying that I don't go to church on Sundays anymore. It isn't that I've lost my faith in God, just people. What is church anyhow? Is it some inane ritual that we do to make ourselves feel better for being assholes to everyone? Do we do it to feel superior to other people, those who don't attend church? Does it make us more loved or loving by/towards God? The answer is ,"No." That being said, I go when I feel like it. Lately I haven't gone because I'm afraid if I do I'll say something unkind or profane to someone... namely the lady who repeatedly asks me, "Where have you been? We haven't seen you here in forever." I just want to tell her it isn't any of her business.

I feel the need to slap people sometimes too. Namely those who want to hug me and tell me how much they miss seeing me at church. Funny, they only talk to me when I haven't been there in a month or so. Otherwise, I'm just another lackey there to do their menial little tasks at their stupid little gatherings. I get called upon to make desserts, bake rolls and other tasty dishes but not invited to social gatherings. I may say the wrong thing.

Now that you know my personality, let me introduce myself: I am a thirty-ish mother of three who has been married for a long time. My husband is a teacher and a football coach and I am a stay-at-home mom. I have been through some pretty insane things and I plan on sharing them. I guess I should start at the beginning...