I finally got the pics from mom's camera from when Baby got his car in October! Thought you might like to see them. Thats Scout and Baby at the top, Just Baby and his scout bear, Then Baby driving down the road, and finally Ferret helping Baby steer with Scout behind them.

I survived Christmas. Friday was bad, I was clearly not myself.

Saturday was clean house day and one last trip to Target.

Sunday I spent picking up kids, dropping kids off and finally resting day.

Monday, Christmas eve, I took the boys to the park downtown. We had a blast. Baby played and ran and hid till his heart content. He was so funny. He was wearing his shirt that says "Ladies man" on it. He goes up to some other mom and shows her his shirt. Then he says "Ladies man" like hes some kind of super hero. I about died. He is so cute. Then around 5 we went to my brother Kevins house. Had dinner and the kids played with their cousins. Then we opened girts which was mostly gift cards. I remember about ten years ago each of the kids would have two bags of toys and clothes to take home but now it has changed. Two of my brothers don't live here any more. And the kids are growing up. Times are changing too.

On the way home the three boys fell asleep. Just like always. But when we got home Scout and Ferret were wide awake. It was about midnight and I was tired, Scout kept asking he if he could help me put some gifts out. I really did not want him to, it was like official that he "knows", and I didn't want that to happen yet. But, he convinced me that he would not be damaged in any way. So I let him. He was surprised that I hid the gifts right under their noses without them knowing. Not that there were many but just the same.

Finally, after not sleeping very well and Ferret waking me up at 3am to open presents! The boys waited until 7:30 to wake me up. We tried to wake up Baby but he is a night-owl. He rolled over and pulled his blanket up under his chin. We tried to tell him that Santa came but he was hearing nothing of it. We told him that there are presents and still nothing. So the boys and I walked out and sat by the tree. Just waiting for him to come out. Not long after he comes out with his pillow in one hand and his blanket in the other. Still very sleepy he turns the corner to get a look at the tree. He stops. and all at once he drops his pillow and blanket and his jaw. He stood there wide mouth for a good 5 seconds then he woke up we told him "Merry Christmas" and he dove into the gifts. Scout helped him find one of his and he got the hang of opening gifts in no time.

Had to deal with the ex for two hours too. Went out to his Dad's house for a bit. Then he found out we moved. all hell broke loose. but we managed to make it home with noone getting hurt.

Finally went to mom and dads for dinner. I thought it would be weird. I still hate what they have done to me but I love them. Dinner was good then we made it home and I played with the kids. Did a csi game with scout and monopoly with Ferret. Baby had enough and was asleep in no time.

I'm back to work today and have to take scout to court this afternoon. Should be fun... Hope you all had a great weekend.

Warning...please be aware...I am in a rant mode...depress the "next blog" button immediatly!!!!

I warned you!!!

I can't remember ever being this depressed. I have been crying all day long. I could not even tell the babysitter that Baby won't be coming anymore. My boss yelled at me for not pricing something right and I started to cry. He didn't even notice me. I have no clue what to do about christmas. I don't even want to go out to my brothers house on christmas eve. I hate what my mother has done to me. I feel soooo betrayed. Yet she acts like nothing is wrong. She calls me up this morning and asked what was wrong yesterday. She said that I looked mad or upset. Well duh, you stupid jerk. You forced me out a week and a half before christmas and I have no money to cover all the moving expenses. On top of that I don't have any furniture at the new place and I'm tired of standing and sitting on the floor. Dumb ass. I really don't think I can be in the same room with her at my brothers. Then she suggests that I check out these apartment on the other side of town that are apparently cheaper. You are a real card, Mom. I really don't know how I can get over this. I am so upset. And you know really, its not that I had to move out, it's that I don't have the money for any christmas presents for the boys now. You should see their list...They tried to make it easy on me. They each asked for ten things. Here are some of them...Help with homework...a new blanket and pillow...go eat ice cream with my family...new beds...for love and for my mom to be happy...They both want cable and internet, and clothes and shoes. None of which they will get any time soon. Ok I think this made me feel better. Wait, can I call her a stupid effing bitch one more time...no...ok then.

And I thought my family was whack!

What is going on wit Brittney's lil' sis? It's a good thing that she came out with the story instead of the paps finding out first.

Could you imagine being sixteen years old and taking care of a baby? When I was sixteen I was a junior in high school, just trying to figure out where we were hanging out on friday night.

I most certainly could have gotten pregnant. The thought of getting on birth control never -ever- crossed my mind cause my mother would have strangled me if I went to (that horrid evil place that kills babies) like all my friends did.

I may have told you this before but, my mother once spent three hours in the guidence councilers office because they wanted to put me in a sex ed class (like all the other 8th graders). The GC told my mom that I would be knocked up before I graduate high school if I didn't take the class. I proved him wrong...I was out of school a -full- six months before I conceived Scout.

I have no doubt that Lil' Miss Spears can take very good care of a baby. But I wonder what will happen to her acting career? Will they write it into the script that Zoe gets pregnant or drop her like its hot?

God bless her...

I moved in...

We picked up some air mattresses and have no where to sit except on camp chairs but we are there. We have watched all the dvd's in our collection, several times.

The boys walked to moms house on monday and my Grandma gave them a hard time about being there. So now they won't walk there anymore. They are going to the gas station instead. God, I hate when she does that. She never, never says anything nice to Scout. And only on occassion to Feret. Why does she have to be sooo mean? She said to the boys "What are you doing here? You don't live here anymore." Why?

Also on Monday night, we did the christmas caroling at the retirement home. Short and sweet. When we were walking out I heard a man say "All this for ten minutes." Well, excuse me, did you want a two hour concert...They are only Cub scouts, not the New York City Ballet.

Sheeesh!

I found Baby's belly button! He was hidding it from me this morning when I was getting him dressed. (Actually the dinosaur on his shirt was.) I checked under his feet, and in his hands. Then I thought he hid it in his ears, but no, it was not there either. Finally I found it on his tummy! We both laughed and he hid it again and again.

Last night we were watching Shrek 2 (for the thousanth time) and it came to the part where Shrek and Donkey meet Puss in Boots. Baby re-enacted the whole scene playing the part of Puss. And of course I was Shrek (who gets clawed and climbed on). He did that about four times, always at the end proclaiming that he was Puss (just like in the movie, where he writes on the tree with the sword). My favorite part is when Baby acts like he is hurling up a hairball! Very realistic, if I may say so myself!

Still have not moved into the new crib, but will get to do it tomorrow. My wonderful boss just gave everyone the day off (without pay) so I will have plenty of time to move things over to the new place. The boys will be upset cause there is no internet or cable yet, but hey. I guess I will pick up some air mattresses for the time being.

I can't wait to see what Baby hides from me today! Hopefully it will be the Shrek movie! Muhahahahahaha! <>"Somebody told me the world"...

I found a place.

It's a small duplex at the end of a little street in the middle of town. The owners are nice folks who already tried to convert me to being Baptist. And preached to me about politics.

There is no way that all my stuff is going to fit in this little house but I am moving into it. Well, not yet of course cause I don't have access to any beds. Scout and I have gone over and cleaned the small kitchen and bathroom and we set up Baby's crib. (which is one of those convertable ones that goes from crib to day bed to headboard) It's now a day bed. At mom's we used the crib as a toy box so I'm hoping Baby will get used to sleeping on it.

I took Feret on Sunday to do his 10 mile bike hike with two other boys from scouts. We measured from a park to the main road was 2.5 miles so they had to go from the park to the road and back twice to make the ten miles. The first trip took just over 30 minutes. They stopped to take a drink and rest their butts. Then they started for the second trip. Two hours later they showed up back at the park. Turned out one of the boys did not want to go as fast cause when he got home he would have to do homework. So they walked some of the way. Oh well. Baby and I kept ourselves busy while they were gone with some bubbles and a couple of toys we found in the car. I also took him over to the playground briefly but it was behind the community center building and I could not see when the boys made it back so we didn't play long there.

My friend Angie called me this morning to ask me if I knew a Linda such and such. I told her I didn't think so and then she asked how things were going. I told her a little bit about me moving and she asked the dreaded question. "How are you for christmas?" I told her that we are putting up the tree but we wern't going to do the Santa thing. I told her that I'm more worried about getting beds to sleep on than buying toys for the baby. The two older boys know whats going on and they are pretty much ok with it. For now, but I'm sure I will go down in history as being the worst mother in the world for having a sucky ass christmas two years in a row.

But this is how things in my life go. I try to mind my own business and every turn I take it is only getting worse. Don't get me wrong there are some times that I feel like the luckiest girl in the world but those times are very few and far between. I keep wondering how a person (who has a full time job, does not drink, does not smoke, does not do any drugs, vollenteers in the community on a regular basis, etc etc..) could have such a messed up life. There are always road blocks in front of me. Why? I don't get it.

What the heck is going on? Seriously? I am starting to really freak out here. I must be on some kind of sadistic t.v. show where everything is going to shit really fast.

Ya'll ain't gonna believe this shit...
I get home from work yesterday and start to cook dinner, preheating the oven, defrosting chicken legs, getting the fries out of the freezer and putting them on the pan, yadda, yadda, yadda.
My Dad comes out and says that mom wants to talk to me. So I go in and she has this serious look on her face and all. She starts saying something about
"Scout can stay in N.C. and Ferret can go to KY and the Baby can go to daycare with Joey...."
All the while I am thinking what is she talking about. She must has taken too many pain pills or something. She keeps talking...
"You can send them $50 a week and they can start school right after winter break..."
I said to her.. "What happened did you get a letter or something."
She says "No, but I can't afford to loose the house now in this market. I would loose so much money."
She then asked me if I called my brothers yet.
What, No, I just found out I'm being asked to leave.
Then she says "I'm not asking you to leave to be mean, you can stay but the kids have to go."

I walk away. I had to. I finish cooking dinner and while at the dinner table I ask the kids what they think of going to the uncles houses. They kind of think it sucked.

After a while she calls me into her room again. I take a deep breath and go in.
She says "Sit down here we need to talk."
"No, I'll stand, thanks" I say.
Then she rattles on about how she called both Brad and Chris, but Brad is in AZ for a training but Becca will talk to him about it. And Chris thinks its a dumb idea but he will talk to his other half.
I'm just standing there wondering what is happening. I'm 33 years old with three kids and I have absolutley no control over what is happening.
I ask her to give me a date when she wants us out. She says she doesn't know. But something has to be done. If the new neighbors find out that kids live here then she will have to sell the house and its not the best time to do that. Then she says something about getting money out of the 401k and me paying her back...
I could not listen anymore.
I wanted to cry myself to sleep. But I couldn't. Baby wanted to watch Shrek and he needed a drink and wanted to sit on my lap and Scout needed help with his homework and Feret wanted to go to the store to get a coke with the money he just made for taking out Grandma's mail. I couldn't even cry myself to sleep...

Ok, breathe Heather. You can get through this.

Count to ten...1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10.

I feel better.

Really! I do.

My wonderful stupid GM at work just asked me the most dreaded question he could ask.

"Are you ready for Christmas?"

Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of joke? Am I on Punked?

I have not yet even put up the Christmas tree yet. Not one decoration has been strategically placed so all can view. (I have lied, Baby did find two train ornaments that he pulled out and ran around the house yelling "choo, choo!")

And then I'm thinking that I have only three actual paychecks of which I don't have any extra spending money in the three said paychecks.

What a bad man, a very bad man he is for bringing up that question.

Oh and he always makes it a point to mention taking off work too. Like because we only get off on Tuesday he says that we should just take the whole week off. Shaa as if. I mean he gets paid salery so it would not affect him but the rest of us would be like eating at the Salvation Army and getting canned goods and old bread from St vincent De Paul's.

He aggrivates me so.

Oh and guess who just stopped by as I was typing this. Danny. Although now he won't come in, he sends in his son little Danny. We had a nice talk and he seems to be doing well. I told him that I am still upset at his dad. He still wants to know where the bicycle is that he left at my house. I told him I would try to find out. Oh the nerve!

I. Love. This.

I have been tagged by this person to share with you all what classes I would take to make my life better or easier or whatever.

Of course these would have to be online classes cause I have no real time to actually go somewhere and sit for an hour or two a week. Or maybe the professor could just come to my house...hmmm. Anyway here they are.

1. How to get free healthcare, including dental. This class would be only a week long cause I need to see a Dr quick!

2. How to keep up with a three year old. Also includes a bonus course: How to potty train a three year old who has no interest what-so-ever in the "potty"!

3. How to organise "me time' without feeling guilty. Not that I really feel guilty but...!

4. How to attract men who see the real you. A magic class, maybe?

5. How not to look stupid in front of your boss. Very important since I havn't gotten a raise in 3 years.

6. Beauty school drop out--Drop-in course. Open seven days a week for a mini make-up class.

And just so I don't feel lonley in this class I would like to join Deb in...

7. How to skip over bad relationships. We all know why!

So now I get to tag some people who will pick 5 to 10 courses of their own and remember to join me in one of my courses. I'll bring some coffee.

Raquel at Much ado about nothing
Miss Britt
(not) coming

There is a new teller at the bank.
I hate when there is a new teller.
I mean she was nice enough and all but, sigh.

First of all, She did not even say the "How are you today?" thing. I passed the business deposit to her and she grabbed it up quick and went straight to the computer and click, click, click, "Here you go."
Then I passed my nicely signed and thumbprinted paycheck along with my drivers license under the window. She asks "Are you currently banking with someone else?".
I say "No."
Then she says ever so cleverly "What can I do to get you to open a checking account with us?"
To which her little partner in crime says "I've been trying for years to get her to open an account, and she won't do it."
Then they have the gall to say "Thanks for supporting our christmas party!" Meaning the effing $5 bucks I spend to cash my check at the bank the check is drawn from is helping them to buy a cake that noone eats and some tinsel for a party that these two same girls might just end up kissing each other!
Not likely but...

New teller then says "How do you pay your bills if you don't have an account?"
To which I shocked them by saying that I have no bills.
No credit cards, no loans, no car payments, no phone contracts, nothing that I have to mail anything. I pay all my "bills" with cash. Really! My babysitter, cash. My groceries, cash. My cell phone, (prepaid phone card) cash. Gas, cash. Storage, cash. Car repairs, cash. Rent, yep, cash.
I don't have to worry about being overdrawn, late payments, filing fees, annual fees, set up fees, or fee fees. (Hee Hee! fee fees)

They did not even call be by my name when I left. How can I open an account with people who don't even know my name and I am there every day on my lunch break. I hate new tellers! They make me feel like an irresponsible citizen. "No checking account and they still allow you to dwell with the commoners? The horror!"

-sigh-

Just what you wanted to know...

Here are some facts about me...

one. I really hate to see any kind of road kill. I say a little prayer everytime I see something dead in the road and I hope that they went quickly. I always pull off the side of the road to move a turtle. God bless them little guys!

two. I haven't a clue on how to put on makeup or do my hair. I just copy what I see other people doing. I'm positive I am doing it wrong!

three. Every paper that my boss gives to me, I have to unstaple it and streighten out the papers then staple them back together. Every. Single. One.

four. I love to give directions. I am really good at giving directions. People tell me I gve good directions. I even like to say the word "directions".

five. I get shocked when its cold out. Both emotionally and physically! I go through this weird "touch metal" thing every fall and winter. And I never touch metal without wincing first.

six. Lately I have this undying urge to "spit" on my co-workers Harley. I don't know where this urge comes from but I will most likely do it. Maybe tomorrow, however I am terrified I will be caught!

seven. I like blue ink pens way more than black ink pens. Does this make me racist?

eight. I am a pimple picker! I can't help it. Some people are and some aren't, I definatly are!

nine. I just found out I may be anemic. Look it up I had to. I think the iron deficiency fits me best.

ten. I am a friend instead of a mother to the boys. No secret there.

eleven. Eating is considered a hobby for me. I love to taste food!

twelve. If I had another child (or pet for that matter) its name will be Rocket Science. Just 'causeI can!

So there you have it. Twelve things you never knew about Heather. err Tallyho..Whatever.

This is a post I found that had not been posted. circa Nov 07

The boys have been asking me for a dog or a cat. This is the longest we have gone without having a pet in the house. Last night I had a dream about us getting a couple of puppies. And by a couple I mean twelve! There were two Huskies (Feretts fav) and a beagle. A Collie, A King Charles, Three weiner dogs, A Mastif, A Great Dane, A Cocoa Lab, and Sader (our Afaghan that passed away this summer). Wow, that many dogs..err Puppies in the house was not as crazy as I thought it would be. But I knew for sure it was a dream cause the boys were actually taking care of them. Feeding them and playing with them. Unfortinatly in real life taking care of a pet would be neglected just as all the other chores in the house like taking out the garbage. I can't seem to get my point across to the boys that chores are not optional. They are a part of living in my house. You are responsible for maybe two or three things and thats it. Work in progress I guess.



Last night the boys had a special guest at their Boy Scout meeting. Mr. Bill O'Quinn came down from Virginia to talk to them about Summer Camp. He mapped out some great thing for the boys to vote on. They would set up camp and do merit badges and visit civil war sites for about three weeks in June. I would have loved to hear all the important parts but I had Baby with me and he was being a three year old. Making all kinds of car noises and running around.

There are two pianos in the meeting place and he always wants to play on them, but he is strickly told not to touch. I ended up taking him outside for most of the meeting. While I was out there one of the other parents were talking to me. He asked me if I had watched the Dog Whisperer. I hadn't. He then went on to say that I should watch it and use some of the skills on the kids to keep them under control. Wow is it that obvious that my kids run all over me. Later on that night I ended up putting the leash on Baby. He was running all over the place. I finally remembered about my secret stash of bubbles. Wahlah! Peace at last. He was so busy catching bubbles that he forgot to be a pain in the butt for a few minutes.



Did I tell you the Scout will be getting his Life rank badge at the next Court of Honor? And if he does his ten mile bike hike, Ferret will get his second class rank badge. I am so proud of them.



Speaking of court (heh heh heh) Scout went in front of the judge and pleaded not guilty and then asked for a public defender. His next court date is Dec 26th. Yeah, the day after Christmas!

Hey, Hey, Hey!

I had a good Turkey Day!

I had a thought that maybe I ought to cook something for the event so I asked my Grandma if she still had some of our favorite recipies. I found the one I wanted, Banana Split Cake, in her little cook book. She's 92 and does not cook anymore. She mentioned to me that her favorite one was the cream cheese cake. I checked our pantry for the staple foods and headed to the grocery store. It cost me $45.00 to make one 9 x 13 cheese cake and three pie sized BSC's. My Grandma still has not had any of her cake yet. I'm not really bothered by it. I really enjoyed making it and it tastes great.

The three boys and I went to my brother Kevin's house and rubbed elbows with his wife's family who really had no idea why I was there. I mean really, I was there for about four hours and when I was leaving people were asking me my name for christ sakes! And there were not that many people there. Thirteen adults including myself, and thirteen kids. I spent a majority of the time with the kids. Although I did get to sit at the big peoples table when it was time to actually eat! And when it was time for desert I proudly placed my BSC (pie) on the table next to the pumpkin and cherry pies that someone else had brought. It did pretty well. What ever was left I brought home and Scout ate in the car.

I also brought the game that I made from scratch. I think its called ladder golf. Anyway when I presented it to the kids they all grabbed the balls and flung them at each other and at the game thing. Most of the raquet balls flew apart but the golf balls were intact. I found one adult to play with me and he won. He was Paul who is now married to Shalom who is Rita's sister who is my brother Kevin's wife. (whew) So he is my sister-in-law's brother-in-law! Yeah that's it!

I did not do any shopping on Friday, really bummed about that!. Saturday I did laundry and Sunday I took Baby on a nature walk and we found all kinds of need animals and bugs and trees. He had to be carried a couple of times but it was ok. Then we saw an art show on tenth ave. So we found a parking spot and strolled over there. He was so good at not touching anything! Thank God! The least expensive item was $45 bucks. Then we walked over to the Train Depot. Its now a Museum, cause we don't have any trains that come down here. They have a small kid sized train that goes around the building and when I showed it to Baby he almost freaked. He was so excited. They were not running the kids train either, he was just excited about the tracks! We walked all the way around. Chug chug chugging! He liked the real trains too, there are three of them. Anyway then we went home and the boys wanted to go to the beach so we went just as the sun was setting and that was my holiday weekend!

Ta Ta for now!

I found this post that had not been posted circa 07

I am a procrastinator. Call me The Pro Crasti-nator. I will put stuff off like no other.

It will get me fired I'm almost sure of it. I know that when the first of the month comes around I need to tell the big boss man that we need to pay the rent. Either by handing him the Payable list or just a note with some scribbling on it. Either way he needs to be told. Period. Just tell him. Let him know whats up. give him the what for. Even write the check and have him sign it.



I can not seem to get the words out. It's like he is always doing something more important that gets in the way of me telling him.

Brad has come and gone. And like I have said before he was a breath of fresh air. He's always joking and telling stories that you want to hear. We were all watching tv one night and Mom asked who one of the charecters were. He told her it was Tom Cruise when it was actually Vince Vaughn. Then he kept doing it with all the people. Really funny when Mom realised what was going on.
We all went to Kevin's house on Sunday for a bar-b-Q (see someone did invite me!).
Baby went to see his Dad on Saturday and I spent all day outside making a game to bring to Kevin's house. I made a ladder golf game. Kind of a cross between horseshoes and bean bags (kinda). Anyway the game was all set and then on Sunday morning I find out that we are going about 1pm. Then it was changed to 4pm. It gets dark about 5:30 now and so I did not think we would get to play my game. Anyway we finally get out there and Kevin starts cooking right away and I never brought the game out of the car. So we ate steaks and baked potatoes and a salad and visited for a while then went home.
The first night Brad was at the house he blew up the air bed and was in the living room. Baby of course wanted to sleep on the new bed with him. I had closed my eyes and was falling asleep when I hear a lot of giggling. All of a sudden a pillow comes flying at me and I roll over to see Baby and Brad hiding behind their pillows and Baby laughing. I said " Baby did you throw a pillow at me?" and he points at Brad and giggles some more. They did it one more time with the same result, only with more laughing. Really funny!

I can't stand bad waiters or waitresses. I took Brad, Dad and the boys to a family resturant where lots of baseball teams end up after the games. Anyway, we started off pretty good, she did forget to bring out our drinks and she forgot the chocolate milk for baby. Then finally the food came and either she didn't write it down or the cook didn't cook it but she didn't bring out baby's food. Nothing. Nada. When she did realise what happened she made it seam like they forgot the plate in the kitchen. Ten full minutes later she comes out with it. Just sets it on the table and says nothing. So we bring the boys to the table and by that time Baby was a little restless. But we got him settled. While the boys ate Dad ordered a draft beer and the boys ordered refills. Took her six minutes to fill the order. She gives Dad a bottle (not a draft) and she gives Baby a sprite cause she thought thats what he should have. What, wait isn't that my Baby your talking about. Why would you change his drink. I was beyond mad at this point. Dad was going to pay with his credit card but I just threw some cash on the table and we left. Errrrr! Stupid people, I mean really if I wanted that kind of service I would have served myself!

Well Grandmas home again. She went into the hospital on Saturday and she was pissed that we made her go. She's 92 and she was having a hard time getting from one place to another without getting short of breath. Mom called the ambulance and Grandma fought and cursed us for it. She had some fluid in her lungs and her blood suger was out of wack.

Mom and Dad were visiting her on Sunday and when they came home Mom said that G-ma is "loosing it". She thoughtshe was at a hotel and wanted Mom to stay with her at the hotel. She was worried about her money in her purse. (Oh, wait she always is worried about her money) Anyway she was apparently saying all kinds of odd things and we could not figure out if it was the meds or old timers. (like that? ; ))

On Monday I had to go to Scout's school for a review of his IEP and on the way home I stopped by the Hospital to see her. She looked great and was in good spirits. Then she started to tell me that on Sunday night she thought the nurses took two of my sons into another room and where keeping them. She hid behind her bed and would not let the nurses help her. It took five people to get her into bed and calmed down. She said she punched the Dr. in the jaw. (hee hee) She told me that it was only this morning (monday) that she realised it was not real. She really did need to be restrained but seeing the boys was not real. The nurses said that she did become combatant. She just wanted to come home.

She says her Dr is evil for perscribing her a bunch of meds that are not meant for the elderly. (she never did like taking her meds) I could tell last night that she was doing better. Although now my Mom is bickering with her about stupid things. Like last night G-ma was saying that the Dr gave her like fifteen new scrips. Mom was arguing that they are all needed and stuff, but I think that G-ma is just worried that she won't know what to take and when. She does not like to look stupid so she puts up a defense. I think I will talk to Mom today and see what she says.

Anyway, My brother Brad is down for a week. He will be a big help at the house. We have lots of little things that need to be done. Like putting linolium on the bathroom floor. Hopefully Mom will let him help Dad out a bit. Brad will be fun to have around, he's always pulling someones leg about something.

(hee hee my grandma kicks ass!)

DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA

Holy cow! What a day I had yesterday. I mean really, What mother wants to be called up and told 1). she has to pick up her son from school. and b). he has been sent to the Enhanced Assist Program for six days. Then gets another call from the Deputy saying that the other parents want to press charges. Where have I heard this before? Oh yeah, right here, last October.

Scout has gotten himself into another pickle. He was goofing around on the bus and before you know it someone else starts calling him names and so he nudges the kid. Then the kid pushes him back and as the bus stopped to let the kid off, Scout pushed him off the bus and he falls to the ground and bruises his abdoman. Scout gets arrested and taken to the juvinial detention center where I have to pick him up late last night. Now he has a court date and one count of battery on his record.

Of course when his dad got wind of it he called and wanted to talk to him. I flat out told him NO and demanded that he leave me and the boys alone and blamed the whole thing on him and his past abuse towards all of us. (Scout did end up calling him and of course I am to blame and acording to Rick .."if we only get back together everything will work itslf out")...blah blah blah...!

Scout was taking the whole thing as if he is the victim. He wants me to press charges for the other kid pushing him. I'm afraid that he sees this as joke and it's not that big of a deal. I just hope he sees the err of his ways...Do not put your hands on anyone else. period!

I am taking this fairly well. I didn't cry this time, but I'm not at risk for getting kicked out of my apartment this time either. I am disappointed that he is not taking this seriously. We didn't get home till 9:30 last night so I have not had a chance to talk to him about what his punishment is. We had to get up at 5am this morning to catch his bus to the other school (EA). If he takes the bus home he will have to walk two and a half miles to get home. He'll have lots of time to think then.

In other news, Baby was Batman for holloween and just today (two whole days after holloween) he let me take off his bottoms to the costume. He is still wearing the top. And proclaiming that he is Batman is his top priority! Maybe I should have started todays blog with this story instead? Oh well.

I got a call from Angie, who I have not talked to since December of last year. She wanted to let me know that she seen someone at a baby shower that we both knew. Yeah, weird huh? Anyway the girl she saw, (but didn't talk to) was Tracy, Yes, the same Tracy that I mentiond a couple of posts back that is now married to my ex Ron. Angie could not confirm that they were in fact married but all these years we never knew she was the sister of another friend named Bonnie. Small world, I guess.
Angie confirmed my phone number and said she would talk to me later. I know she won't but it was nice to hear from her just the same. Strange how people drift apart after so much time is put into a relationship. It really makes me sad that I don't have those kind of friends anymore who invite you over for a bar-b q or a birthday party. And no I am not looking for sympathy. I always sound so pathetic. I just wish for everyone to have good friends. Don't take them for granted like I did and don't just have one or two, make lots of friends! (hold on I've got something in my eye, strange!) Anyway, I guess its a good thing I don't have any local friends, then I wouldn't be blogging about this and you wouldn't be reding this and we would not have bonded.

Thanks for listening, (where did this come from???)

I usually do not comment on other blogs cause I really don't think that they give a crap what Heather at tallyho_2022 is thinking. But today I responded to Miss Brit's post titled "the watchers". The reason I started this blog was to edge out my feelings about my situation with my now ex. I completely understand what it must feel like to be a watcher and what it feels like to be the watched. I can assure you that being watched is far worse that watching. Mine was not the typical beat the crap out of you kind of relationship. It was more control and conquer. Now he is pulling at strings. Now he is just waiting for me to mess up. He is hoping I mess up so he can come in and take over again. He tells me I am messing up and if I believe him just once I will fall right back into what I have worked so hard to get out of. I am not a perfect person. I am not mother of the year. I am not the most beautiful woman in the world. I am not... I do however love myself exactly like I am. I love myself. I. love. myself. Its a start.

I went camping this weekend. It was a leader training campout called OLSI. Outdoor leader skills instruction. We had a blast. The weather was great, overcast on Saturday and sunny on Sunday. There were eight of us in the class. Myself (as a troop committee member), Deeann (an asst scoutmaster from my Troop), Edwin (a scoutmaster from Ft myers), Brian (an asst scoutmaster), John (a scoutmaster), Dave (a cubmaster), Lynn (a webelos leader), and Lois (lynns asst webelos leader). We learned a whole heck of a lot of stuff! Cooking, first aid (from a real Dr), map and compass, hiking and backpacking, nature study, lashing, knots, campfire, and meal planning.

Funny thing was that we had a little issue about bananas. Go figure. We had to write out our menu and hand a shopping list to our "senior scoutmaster" so he can go buy our food. Well instead of two "bunches" of bananas he only wrote down two bananas. So all we got was two bananas.
I dont know how bananas keep getting brought up on these campouts. The last time it was on summer camp in NC. Lots of banana talk there. And before that was when my son was a webelos and the Troop took the Webelos to a camporee and there was a mixture of a couple of patrols...they ended up calling themselves the banana patrol.

Weird!

We put on a big campfire and did the skits and songs for it too. The fire was so big that after our skits we had to knock it down a notch. Bad planning on our part. Oh well. We had fun practicing the skits. Our group of eight really bonded well.
There was one time when Brian was late coming to one of the classes...well after that Brian could have been sitting in front of you and you still asked "where's Brian?"
Another thing that was so funny was Lois calling Ken a "senior scoutmaster" as in "old". She got "Senior patrol leader" and "scoutmaster" confused! Everyone loved that (except for Ken).

Anyway, fun was had by all and we learnt alot!

Now I'm really Woodbadge bound!

Tomorrow is Baby's third birthday. I am so excited about it. I am sending him to day care with party hats and blowers and candy and goodie bags. Then when I pick him up I am going camping without any kids. You see there is this Boy Scout training this weekend that I promised DeeAnn that I would go with her. On top of the Birthday thing I am going to miss out on going to the Swamp Buggy Races. I have been going to those since I was knee high to a grasshopper. Ah well, Theres always next year.

Did I tell you all what my Grandma got for Baby? She got him a Red Mustang! He loves it. He cant wait to ride in it every day. She loves that kid to death!

We still have not gotten any holloween costumes yet. I hate waiting for the last minute but I dont have a choice this year. I have a bunch in storege but I cant get to them.. grrrr!

I know, I know, two weeks and no post...

Where have I been you ask. Well I'll tell ya where I have been. I have officially let scouts take over my life. I mean I have given up on myself and let them have me. Lets see I have been to some sort of scout meeting on Monday the 1st,
Wednesday the 3rd,
Thursday the 4th,
Saturday the 5th,
monday the 8th,
Tuesday the 9th,
Thursday the 11th,
Friday the 12th,
Sunday the 14th,
and yesterday, Monday the 15th.
And would you believe that I have another meeting to go to tonight and one on Thursday!

See the Monday meetings are for my two boys - This is when the Troop meets at the church.
Tuesday and Thursday meetings are for the Pack. Tuesdays are for the 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders. Thursdays are for the 1st and 2nd graders. I have to open the church on Thursdays cause they don't have a key yet. I have to go to the Tuesday meetings cause the 4th and 5th graders dont have a leader yet and I need to help them find one. I did Baloo training on one saturday and Scout went to the keys this weekend for a snorkeling campout. (Ferret was supposed to go too but wigged out at the last minute and I had to pick him back up.) moving on...

The Baby turns three this month on the 26th!!!!!

Woot woot woot!

In other news - I am still playing Runescape and I have reached a combat level of 53! I have been doing a new skill called Hunter. I really enjoy training my characterand have gotten to level 32 already for the Hunter skill. Last night I figured out all by myself how to catch a Spined Larupia and turn its fur into clothing. I even impressed my boys cause they have not done it before and they are a much higher level than me. (but not in the Hunter skill). Anyway I was really happy last night that I did it. Next I will catch butterflys and imps then I will try for something called a Horned Graahk! Yay for me!

Yay! She did it!

He picked JES!!! I am so glad that Bret picked her and not that loser Heather. Good job Bret. Team Jes!

Oh, I guess you all know who I was rooting for on Rock of Love now, right? I can't believe he was even considering Heather. She could care less if he was dying, she just wanted to have a good time. Jes is sooo sweet for him.

Anyway, I had such a headache last night I was almost not gonna watch it but I stayed up and am so glad I did. cant wait for the reunion!
edited: I hated the reunion, why in the world did he let Jes go. I will never understand it. I hope they have another season. I would hate to see Bret with Heather.

In other news I was at the mall this weekend with Feret and I ran into a friend of one of my old boy friends. I asked her if he was still around and she said that he got married to Tracy. I had to ask her again "Who"? She said "Tracy".
Just a little background... Ron and I knew each other forever, he went out with a couple of my friends and then we dated and were even engaged. We were together for three and a half years. He left me for Tracy. I was sooo upset that he left me that when he came back to me I kinda lost something that I used to feel for him. I still love him to this day but something was gone... I broke it off with him and went back with the kids dad, Rick. I have not spoken or seen Ron since then. I told Tasha (the friend in the mall) that I miss him. I really believe that we were soul mates but people got in the way. He understood me. And was never mean or hateful to me. I miss him soo much. Don't get me wrong I'm sure we are very different people than we were back then (last seen him in May of 99')(The boys dont even remember him, they were 4 and 5 when we split) and I would never ever break up a married couple. But, that wont keep me from missing him. Is it selfish to wonder if he still thinks about me?

for Deb and Stephen

Why is this not working...errrrr...Dangnabbit...What the....

I had a great picture to share for a blogger named Deb at boondoggled and for Stephen King.
(hope I did that right)
Of course we all know that a couple of days ago it was talk like a pirate day and Deb loves that. And we also all know that today is Stephen Kings Birthday. So I had a picture of a pirate with clown makeup on while writing a book called "How to make your Booty Thinner" (which is kind of odd due to the fact that either "booty" is more likely better "bigger" these days) And it was saved using the wrong gif or something like that. anyway...I tried.

Happy Talk like a Pirate Day!

Happy Stephen King Day!

My thought

Well I have been asked my opinion on the Britney thing last night at the VMA's. I will try to give you my honest opinion with as much dignity as I can.



I think that Britney looked fine as far as her physical apperance. But when she was dancing it was like she was trying to hard to get to the right place on the stage and not looking very confident. Everyone else said she looks like she still had baby fat on her, but I did not think so. She just looked a bit strained on stage. Like...move here...do this ...move there...do that...etc. There was no flow to it. And I hate hate hate when the song has background singers but there are no background singers in sight. I mean Alicia Keys did it too. But I guess Britney was worse.



I liked her outfit. I wish there was some majic done like everyone thought. There was not poof! No abracadabra! No frills at all. Just poor Britney up there with a medeocre song and a half ass dance routine.



In other news...I thought Lauren from the Hills did great. Glad to see Whitney with her and Audrina too. Surprised that they have not caught Heidi and Lauren together yet!!!

Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot, Over!

Help!

My wonderful, soon to be 14 year old, son has decided that he is not going to school today. Yeah he says he does not have a shirt to wear. I spent a couple of hours doing laundry this weekend while he played on the computer and spent time with his friends going to the movies, but, no he has no shirts to wear. I hope you are ready for a rant cause this is B. S. And its not that his clothes aren't nicely cleaned and hung up on hangers in our closet. Its the fact that they are the wrong shirts hung up in our closet. They are not the right brand of shirt in our closet. See when the school year started the boys were supposed to go to the school that had uniforms , which is just navy blue or tan bottoms and polo type shirts in white, blue, or yellow. So he has a lot of blue and white polo shirts, but no shirts that he can wear to the new school. Middle to upper class families go to the new school. They all are "preppy" and "surfer" and "jocks". My son is not any of those. He is more "hip hop" or "gangsta". (which is not me by any means) He is refusing to go to school in a uniform shirt when he is not at a uniform school. He thinks all the kids will think he is not "kewl". He told me that one of the kids has already said something about his shorts. They are Dickies but we got them at wal-mart and the kid says that they are fake. I am so at a loss for words! (trust me on this). I tell him to put on one of the grey solid colored ones and he says that thats not good enough either. I took away his computer and he threw a major fit. He threw a water bottle at me and it hit me in the cheek. Finally I just said to him that I was very late for work and I needed to go. And that if he was not willing to go to school today that I would be home from work at the regular time and I'd talk to him then. I really dont know what to do. I dont have the money to spend on more shirts. And he cant stay home all week. I really dont know what to do.

School

Ok, so School started on Monday and my boys are still sitting at home playing on the computer. Yeah, I messed up a bit with the school thing this year.
I had called down to the administrative office the end of last school year and they told me that because scout had gone to school A for two years and was an eighth grader that he could continue going to school A this year even though we are zoned for school B. Now Feret would be a hardship case, meaning that he would go to school A only becaus Scout went to school A.
However when I sent them to School A on Monday they called me at 10:30am and said they needed to go to school B or go down to the administration office and enroll them in either school C or D. So Tuesday comes and goes because my boss is visiting with his grandkids who are only here for a bit and I can't get out of the office. So now it's Wednesday and I load the kids up and we come to my work and then we have to wait here for and hour then we head out for the admin office. We get there and ask for the person that school A told us to and we wait...and wait...and wait...45 minutes we wait. Finally someone comes down from that office and starts asking me why I'm there...turns out I was given the wrong name and waited for monthing. They sent me to student services and then it gets worse. Scout can go to school A, but not Feret. School B is a Title 1 school and thats why we don't want that one. Scoool C is overcrowded so that leaves school D. Fine, boys choose either A or B or D. Wait a minute not B remember. So choose A for only Scout and D for both. Finally Scout says "I don't care. It doesn't matter fine D" and he storms out of the room. Feret follows him and I'm left to tell the nice lady that they choose D.
Then she tells me that I have to go to the school to registar and its an hour away. I literally live on the opposite side of the town. We go and the boys like the idea of no uniforms. So I get back to work pretty late (almost 1pm) after dropping the boys off at home.
Hopefully they will catch a bus tomorrow with no problems.

Tat

If I were to get a tattoo, this would be it. I showed a black and white version to Scout and Feret and they said it was too goth. I may do the dress in the same blue as the bow. What do you think?

I asked for it! I really did. And now I don't think I'm going to get the help I need to do it.
A couple of weeks ago I got a call from the BSA council people saying that I was invited to the kick-off dinner. I am a committee member for the Troop but why were they inviting me? Then I had the thought that they still had my name down for the Pack. So I e-mailed the (then) committee chair, Jim and the COR Paul and expressed that I could if they wanted me to, run the sign-up night and the parent orientation for the Cub Scouts. So I go to the trainng and the Dinner (Carrabba's, yum) and now I am trying to get ahold of the scouts and parents from this past year to help me out. I have not heard from any of them yet. Furthermore, when I requested a roster from Council they can't send me one for the cubs because I'm not listed on the roster as a member of the Pack, just the Troop. I requested it from Jim and Mel the DE but have not gotten it yet. When I asked the Wolf leader from this past year if they were still doing scouts he said "I think so" anyhoo...I will just do as much as I can and hope for the best. I have already asked Deeann to help me out even though she is not part of the Pack either.Oh and Jim also asked if I was interested in being the Cubmaster.

On a side note, at the dinner Jim and Paul told me that the Scoutmaster, Stan had been given "a letter" and won't be with us this coming year. Jim will be taking over as Scoutmaster and Deeann will still be the Asst. Scoutmaster. Paul will take over Jim's place as Committee Chair and the rest stays the same. We have three boys that are working on Eagle and three working towards Life. A couple of first and second class scouts and the rest are all tenderfoot. (tenderfeet? lol) We have a nice rounded out Troop.

...now if I can just get the Pack to follow suit...

Happy Happy Happy

It's the twins Birthday already. The girls, Lily and Em who turn one today, belong to my long time friend Rachel, that lives in Little Rock.

On that note, I was e-mailing her to wish them a happy b-day and such and thinking about what else to write... when it dawned on me that school is starting and my son will be in the 8th grade. Point being is that Rachel and I met in the 8th grade...20 years ago...OMG!

I love you Rachel!

Why can't I remember to post on this thing?

For the life of me I don't know. I read other blogs like daily and am even upset when they don't post everyday. But for some reason I don't think to do a new post on my own blog for weeks!

My car overheated and stalled on me...you all know what that means, right? Yep, $1300.00. Blown head gasket. Took them a week to fix it. Got her back an she runs great now. They even charged the A/C. Yay!

I am finally back on schedule with my exercising! I was missing it for like three weeks. But Mona got me back on track. We are doing the mornings again. Up at 4:45am and back home at 6:30am. Just in time to get ready for work.

At work we are moving to a new location. This time next week I will be at the new office. We have had quite a fiasco with the internet here. First I had to call embarq, then they said to call my computer guy, he said to get a new modem from embarq, and then they said i need a new router. After the new router was installed it works fine. Except for the computer that I play runescape on, of course. Now I can't get internet on that one. But we are moving to a new office this week so I guess we will have to start this whole thing all over again...

I have not spoken to Rick since I have been back from camp. He has called of course but I have held my guns...err maybe I should rephrase that...I have held my tounge! His Mom has picked up the kids and stuff but I have not seen him. He wants me to get Baby's hair cut. By this weekend. Uh, I don't think so. He has also promised Scout and Feret some new shoes for school. We'll see.

I took the boys to our local water park that the county runs...Sun and Fun Lagoon on Sunday. We had a blast. The boys were playing a game of hide and seek. It took a long time to find me in the lazy river I'll tell ya. We also went to the beach. We were going to see a movie but they didn't start till 4. And we were only going to see a movie cause sun and fun lagoon was closed due to lighting. Wait, read that all backwards. S & F L was closed so we were going to see a movie but they didn't start till 4, then we went to the beach and on the way home we checked to see if S & F L was open and they were so we went to play hide and seek. There, thats right.

More later...Remind me if I don't, m'kay!

Bananas

swimming in river at High Falls, GA
The Boys after Lunch at a rest stop.
The Bat in our adirondak.
Map of Camp Bob Hardin. Boating lake on left and swimming lake on right.
The swimming lake sign!

Hey I'm Back! Had a wonderful trip on the mountain. I'll give you a brief rundown of the days events.

Friday: Slept at the church.

Saturday: woke up at 4am. Had bananas for breakfast and got into discussion about if they are really good for you or not. Boys took turns in the three vehicles. Got to High Falls, Ga about 3pm. Really hot and we swam in the river there.

Sunday: Drove to Saluda, NC. Got to Camp Bob Hardin about 2pm. Set up bunks and took swim test. Had 1st meal in the dining hall. Bananas were mentioned here and there.

Monday: 1st day of classes for the boys. Really buzy all day. I think half the boys missed a class by getting lost or loosing their buddies. The Scoutmaster got sick and our Asst SM took over for the rest of the trip. Found bat in adirondak. Bananas made it into every conversation.

Tuesday: Much better, boys were more organized, started to use the Patrol method more. The three younger ones slept in tents with the other upward bound kids in the class. Although I don't think any one really slept due to the fact they were told the campfire story of Wilamina and how she was strangled at camp... More banana talk all day.

Wednesday: 4th of July, My brothers and their families made it to camp about 1pm. I made them walk the huge circle around camp but they did not seem to mind. We went to Crackle Barrel for lunch. Then the Troop went to Pizza Hut and ice cream and to watch the fire works. In the parking lot the boys all played baseball with a broken canoe paddle. We all went Bananas!

Thursday: Hygene day... the boys had two contest, one was who could brush their teeth the fastest and the other was who could get clean the fastest. Classes went on as usual. We had a campfire and Mr. O'Quinn told the Pork and Beans story. It was also laundry day. Older boys were done with Bananas but the younger ones were still Banana crazy.

Friday: Boys did makeup classes and hung around camp. The SM went to a walk in clinic, he had broncitis, ear infection, and throat infection. We had the big campfire and the boys did a skit. Turned out really funny. At Dinner one of the boys mentioned Bananas at formation and we all laughed.

Saturday: Ate last meal at camp then we started for the Nantahala river. Set up camp and went to the river to check it out and buy stuff. Had the three youngins cook foil packs, really good. Bananas really died down today.

Sunday: Went White Water Rafting with the help of one guide named Michael from Paddle Inn River Rafting. The woman who helped us goes by the name of "Mom". She was funny. Then we drove back to High Falls, Ga. and Set up camp. Younger ones still tried to keep Bananas at the top.

Monday: Drove all day. For lunch we had pb & j and we did our thorns and roses for the trip. I was thankful for Bananas.

And that was the trip.

"Over a dog."

Jack Nickelson
As Good As It Gets




I was not intending to mention our sad loss of Sader but I found the picture on my moms blog from a post two years ago. Just thought it captured some of the grey hair I was talking about.

I leave for camp/vacation tonight! Rick is still debating wheather or not he will watch the Baby. When I went to the gym this morning I picked up my friend Mona and she more than likely has an ear ache now. I talked and talked and talked. About scouts, Rick and the latest local news. I was all over the place. Rick must be rubbing off on me. Ewwwww! Just kidding!

Right now I need to figure out what to do with the six water bottles that are on my desk. Yikes! I've been drinking alot of water lately but I must be bringing in two more than I can drink!

Mom was asking if I was all packed last night. I asked her if she was pushing me out the door. She kind of snickered. I wonder what that means?

Well only five hours till we have to be at the church. I know I will have to deal with Ricks craziness between now and then but after that I'm Rick free for 11 wonderful days...

Get a grip

Keep it together Heather! Your only going on a vacation. You have not won the lottery.

OK I think I can do this.

Tomorrow afternoon I am packing my car and leaving town. Scout and Feret are coming with me and Baby is staying home. I am going to miss him so much!

I tried to finish packing last night but i needed to do another load of laundry. Can a person survive on just four pairs of pants for 12 days? Thats all I have to bring. And shirts, I have four as well. My bra wire broke last night so I am down to one bra. That just is not going to cut it. The one I have left is the one I wear to the gym. So this morning after I got home from the gym at 6:30am I had to wash my bra and put it in the dryer. Now it doesn't fit right. I must have forgotten to adjust the straps or something but my boobs are not being supported at all. I think I am just nervous about the trip. I can't wait to see two of my brothers and their families. And white water rafting, wow I just can't picture it yet!

Rick has called my work about 8 times this morning. "Are we back together?" and "When are you coming by to give me a hug?" What?, NO and NO!

I can't wait to go. It's been four years since I last went on vacation that was more than a weekend. I won't have internet access so you'll have to do without me for a little bit but I will be back and hopefully I'll be refreshed with all that mountain air!

Tallyho

In memory

I realised after I posted last that I had not informed you of a loss that our family has had.
My Mom and Dads dog Sader passed away on Tuesday June 13 in the wee hours of the morning. Sader was an Afaghan Hound dog. They had searched for him for over a year and finally found a breeder that they liked. Travelled to North Florida to pick him up after many many e-mails and pictures. He came home and found his way into our hearts.
I used to take Sader to the dog beach and walk him down 5th Avenue with all the fancy shops little cafe's. He loved all the attention. These past couple of months have been hard on him. He was finally diagnosed with pancreatis (sp) and we were treating him for that. After a few weeks of feeling better he took a turn for the worse. He died just three short days later in his sleep.
My Dad woke up my 13 year old and they brought him outside. Then Scout woke me up cause Dad didn't know what to do with him. Dad was in tears. We called Mom and she said we need to bury him rather than have someone take him away. The next morning before I got up the hole was already dug and Dad was washing his hands in the sink. He left for work and I left shortly after that. The baby saw Sader's cage outside and was calling for him, I teared up and said he's gone.
Scout called me in the afternoon and said Grandpa came home around 11am and the two boys helped bury the 90 pound dog in the back yard. They were really upset that he was gone. We all were.
For the next couple of days there was always someone crying. My Dad was the most affected by his death cause he took him for his walks at least three times a day. Everyone in the neighborhood knew Sader. My Dad and Sader even started to look alike. Sader was getting grey hair like my Dad. He was almost four years old.
He was a good dog!

What have you been doing?

I have no idea where I have been.

Just latley I have been playing a game called RuneScape. Its an online multi-player game with a midevil theme. It rocks! My kids have been playing for a couple of years but I have only just started sometime before easter. Scout, my oldest, knows everything about RS. He even says "ask me anything about RS" He goes on the forums and chats and cheats and everything. I just play the game. I'm already a level 45 and I'm not a member. (Both the boys pay 5 bucks a month to be members, which has more stuff you can do) So don't call me a noob! Scout is an 84 and Feret is an 87 but Scout is better at all the other skills.

Rick is still a pain in the arse! He went so far as to call the gym this morning. He asked them to tell me to call him! WTF! He had been doing ok for a couple of weeks but then last Saturday I was picking up the baby and he said something about us having sex it the car right in front of the boys! I left in two seconds flat. And he has not stopped calling since then. Non stop all day and night. I turn off my phone and he calls the gym?!? I don't know what to do, even when I talk to him he's not satisfied. He is susposed to go see some shrink but tells me they are too expensive. Now he thinks I am seeing someone at work. He wants to come up here at 4:30 when I get off. I tried to tell him no but he will probably show up anyway. He says that he wont let me or the boys go to summer camp in NC next week. He really cant stop me but he is getting out of control!

Oh I didn't tell you...Yeah I'm going to Summer camp this year with Scout and Feret! I am soooo excited. While we are in NC both my brothers Chris and Brad will come to see us. Chris lives in NC and brad lives in KY but will be on vacation in TN while we are there. I cant wait to see them. On the way up we will be stopping in GA to camp one night then on to NC where we will spend a week at summer camp doing mile swims and merit badges and campfires! After a week there we are going white water rafting on the Nanahala! Then back home!

I guess I didn't tell you that both boys passed in school either. Wow we really needed to catch up didn't we? Yeah they both passed. Feret will be in 6th grade and Scout in 8th. Feret was one of about 6 kids to recieve a Presidential Certificate of Education signed by President Bush. We told him that this was just another sign that he is going to be Governor. He just smiles and says "I know"! We were really worried that Scout was not going to pass cause he missed so much school for being sick and oss for misbehaving. But he somehow pulled it off. I am proud of both of them!

If anyone knows how to potty train a baby, please let me know. I need to know where to start...He's 2 yrs 8 months now and he knows when he needs to get changed but he will not sit on the potty. He cries when I try to make him sit on it. Help!

Well hope you had your fill,
Tallyho

crazy little update

Car: Would not start so I bought a new fuel pump and tried a new battery. Still would not start so I bought a new fuel relay. Nothin'. Took it to the mechanic and they charged me $273 for a fuel module. So $350.00 later my car is running. Yay!!

Scouts: Last night at the Troop meeting I was presented with a thank you card from the Troop for my great idea for the Scout Show. I was so happy. We won 1st place in the Boy Scout cat. and Best of Show which is the top award. Theres a campout this weekend and I think the boys are going but not sure.

Mother's Day: Was great. It was just Baby and I for almost the whole day. Then when the other two came home I had to go to the grocery store and when I got home They were all asleep. I got two wonderful cards and we got the washer on Saturday so I did laundry all day and cleaned the house.

Rick: Has been out of jail for two and a half weeks and still no job. He used up $40. of my cell phone and now I don't even want to turn it back on. When I didn't answer it he called my moms phone. She thought I wanted to talk to him but I didn't. Now she ignores his calls. It was nice not to have to run to see who was calling all weekend. Lets hope I can resist talking to him. He darn near makes it impossible!

The jim! LOL jk I know its gym! I joined Planet Fitness Gym today. Thanks to my Mom. I hope I will get some time to go there soon. It's hard to find a sitter, but she said she would help me!

Work: ugh! We are soooo sloooooow right now its like someone turned out the light. I am hoping to work a full week this week. Although I cant wait for the three day weekend next week!!

Well I guess thats it for now.

Therapy

One of the blogs I read everyday started doing a new monday thing. She asks for advice kind of questions and then she tells you what she would do.

Crazy me thought "oh, this is perfect." cause I have a problem that I know the answer to but my mother is telling me to do something else.

I e-mailed my question to her late last week and she actually used it. She gave the most poetic response and then the commenters gave their input as well. Most of them thought I was stupid for even wanting to be with someone who I put an injunction on.

Anyway I also responded by e-mail to her cause I really want to still be able to post comments on her blog without people knowing that I was the one who asked for advice.

In other news... The troop participated in the Scout Show on Saturday. We had two display tables, one for history and one for hiking essentials. Then there was the timed game about hiking through the woods. The boys did a great job working the booth and showing the other scouts our booth. It paid off cause we won 1st place in the Boy Scout catagory and Best of Show! The top award!! Yay. I'm really excited cause it was all my idea. I came up with the whole booth. The boys made the game parts and cut out the pictures for the displays.

My car has not started since last Wednesday. On Thursday morning I was getting ready to go to work and such but it did not start. My Dad has looked at it but he can't seem to find anything wrong with it. You can't even jump it. I don't know what I am going to do. I have been using Dads car since then but that is a pain in the butt.

Feret had a birthday on Friday and we had an ice cream cake. He wants an I-pod Nano but I can't afford one just now. I want to see if I can find one on e-bay or something. That usually takes too long to get though.

Baby is talking so much more these days. Yesterday we caught him saying spiderman. Scout says it sounds like he is speaking in a hip hop fasion - "pierman" he says. Gotta love 'em!

Ok more later or when I feel like it!

trouble's looming

He got out today! Already talked to the kids twice. Wants to see them this afternoon. Already asked for money for a haircut. I knew this would happen. I have to remember to ask him about the cat. See when I got kicked out of the last apartment we let him watch the cat. Then he was put in jail and the cat was at his Dad's house. We told his Dad we still wanted the cat but needed to find a new home for him. Now we have not talked to his Dad since he told Scout to call him back later on Christmas. I thought that meant that he didn't want to talk to us anymore. Since when do you tell your grandchild to call back later after only talking to them for 5 seconds!?. Anyway, our cat was really special to us. It was Feret's cat, he named him Hot Wheels. we all called him Kitty. He was nutered and his front paws were declawed, due to the leather funiture.

Anyhoo, I had Wednesday and Thursday off this week, cause we have been really slow with no work. I went to the bookstore on Wed morn. Spent 2 hours in there reading books in the bibliography isle. You would think that they would have chairs in the isles. I didn't feel like commiting to any one book for more that 5 minutes so I had to stand and read them. I don't remember the names of the books I found but I'll give you a run down...

1. Paris Hiltons book about how to act like an heiress. Really liked that one. I love the fact that she is so for real. It actually says in there that to look really cute all you have to do is loose things. Oh and have a lot of cell phones. Also, if you wear something twice you have worn it once too many times.
2. A book on side-show freaks. Could have been called the most unusual humans but whats the difference? I love train wrecks. Anything to keep my mind off my own train-wreck of a life! There was one woman who had an undeveloped twin attached to her. She had legs coming out between her own legs. It said that she had five babies, three with her own womb and two with her twins. Her husband got a two-fer-one deal. Weird.
Third and last one that I read with great interest was Goldie Hawn. Her cover really caught my attention cause of her eyes. No really her eyes are really nice, Kinda like Ferets! anyway I looked at the pics mostly, it was really interesting too.
There were other boooks that I broused through but cant remember right off the top of my head. oh, I did pick up Ron Jeremy's book. Really funny stuff in there.

On Thursday I cleaned house. Not like from top to bottom but sideways a little. I did the tables and the sliding glass doors. then I did the floors and the kitchen. I don't know how but the washer is not draining. So I asked Dad to look at it for me. He took things apart and put them back together. I ran another load through and still not working. So he went to the hardware store and got another belt. No go. returned that belt for a slightly bigger one and still no go. So I have a washer full of baby clothes and dirty water. Yum! I guess I will have to make it down to the laundry mat. Hey, why do they call it a laundry "Mat" anyway. I mean whats a mat?

I've been in a little writing rut latley. I can't seem to find my niche. Maybe I left in in one of the cars I sent to the junk yard? Or possably in one of Baby's diapers. Not really sure where to look for it. I guess when it shows up I'll know what it is cause I really don't even know what it looks like. It's been gone so long that I have forgotten. Not that I really was any good at writing but I think I have the right to think that someone values my opinion and my daily doings. Right? Someone out there cares about what I have to say in my blog, right?

Every day for the last two weeks there is this little mexican man that walks down the street where I work. At pretty much the same time every day. I don't really know if he has ever sold anything on my street cause I am at the end of the street and I just see him turning around and going back up the street to the main road. I wonder how much money he makes selling ice pops out of this three wheel cart? The bells on that thing are anoying. Glad he's gone, till tomorrow. Maybe one of these days I'll buy one of his ice pops.

My car is overheating today. I was in the drive-thru of Mickey D's this morning and I had already placed my order but not yet paid. when all of a sudden I see tons of white smoke coming from under the hood. I hand the guy the money and pulled on thru. The girl who handed me the drink gave me a funny look and I told her it was a loner from Gene Simmons. She nodded and said "Tell Gene I said to give me back my bra and panties!" Will do...

I just wrote a whole thing and when I was proof reading it I was like "What in the heck is my point?!?" So I erased it and this is what you get...

It's Friday the 13th. Are you ready for the weekend.

By the way, again, by popular demand, I have been asked to give my opinion about Imus. Here it is...

I think it is a witch hunt. And its not because I'm a fan. Personally I really thought he mummbled into the mic.

Have a great weekend

I don't normally drink. I think the last time I did was when I took my Dad and the Baby to the Seafood Festival in Everglades City. You have to drink there. If you don't, I think the locals spit at you feed you to the alligators one limb at a time while laughing at your head.

We had a really good time, however the porta pottys where practically overflowing and the lines were worse than Disneylworld. I'm not joking, they were filled to the brim. And the cute little sink was filled too. I realise that this sounds really gross and all, but I really need you to understand that the stench coming from the johns was sorta like a three day dead cat.

They did have a live band and lots of seafood and gator tails. We snacked on Gator while we walked around checking out the booths. Had to buy a bendy gator for a dollar to support some bikers chrome fetish. Later we bought a sampler dish with all kinds of fishy stuff on it. At twenty bucks a pop it was almost worth it. The three of us filled our bellies with fried clams and mullet. Crab meat and lobster and those little red cray fish. Really enjoyed the day.

By the way, Gator does not taste like chicken. At least no chicken that I have ever tasted. More like - oh, never mind. I think you see where i'm going with this...

In other news, my Dad has Jury Duty today so last night I cut his hair. I even got Baby to sit still for a few seconds and trimed his hair.

delivery guys

This delivery guy just came in with some materials and asked me where I would like him to "put it". I know, very mature, right? Here I am signing the delivery slip and... giggling. When am I going to grow up?

Speaking of growing up, after my shower this morning I grabbed a pair of scissors and lopped off bout 5 1/2 to 6 inches of hair. Don't worry, I have not gone all Brittney Spears on you guys. I do this on a regular basis. I have only gone to a salon once in the past say 8 years.

One time about 10 years ago, I went to get my hair dyed blonde. I had met the hairdresser at a bar, we had the same birthday and were both celebrating. My boyfriend at the time was out of a job so I asked her if she needed her car detailed or anything. She said sure, so while she bleached my hair he detailed her car. For some reason it cost me about $60 for the equipment to do her car and all I got was a $35 dye job which I could have done myself for eight bucks. She didn't even blend it. It was all one color and I looked like an overweight Mary-Kate.

My View

Ok, by popular demand, I will give you my view on ANS. And only once! So listen up.

And for those that don't know me that well I'll give you the rundown. I watched almost every episode of the Anna Nicole Show. I watched some of the news about her court battles and I live in the same state where she died. So I consider myself above average in knowing every aspect of life.

There is no way that you could convince me that Howard had anything to do with Anna dying. Period.

Thats a neck

My three kids want dinner every night. Sounds easy, right? Not! Or as Scout would say "Thats a neck" and then he whips two fingers across the back of my neck. I have heard the word "neck" so many times in the past two weeks that it started to sound like a funny "not a word anymore" word.

I had a friend named Kendra when I was in the fifth grade. I remember very clearly sitting on the floor in my two-toned purple bedroom saying her name over and over out loud, Kendra, Kendra, Kendra... after about 7 minutes and 35 seconds it started to sound like someone morphed a starwars character into my brain and it was taking over. Thats how I feel about "neck" right now.

Aparently when you say something that is not true or streches the facts in the least bit you are entitled to a "neck". So when I pick up Scout at school in the afternoon along with his cling-on freind and I say to Scout "I have had the worst day today" he will say "Thats a neck" and "neck" me. Then I say "How was your day" and he says "it was ok" and I say "Thats a neck" and he says "five ten" before I neck him but I neck him anyway and then he gets to neck me twice for necking him for no reason. If however he just feels like necking me he can, as long as he says five ten right after he does it.

Clear as mud right? I hope I'm not the only one who has no clue what is going on. All the while I am fighting through 5 pm traffic trying to drop off kids and pick up kids. By the time I pick up the last child and head for home at 6:30pm what do you think I am thinking about for dinner? Yeah, more then four times a week we eat out for dinner.

On a side note, I no longer have nor wish to have a two-toned purple room.

I am in a hate/hate relationship with the GM at my work. We will talk to each other and stuff but I really hate this guy. He will go to all lengths to start an argument with me when he knows I don't agree with him.

Like the other day when he tells me that he wants to sue the pool company that installed his pool cause he had to wait for them to finish and then he had to take a week off of work and it was an inconvienience for him. Well I said, "Suing people is for wrongful death not inconvienienced people". He argued that the county would stand up for him and they have been after this guy too. So what, your pool is finished within a years time and you went with the cheapest guy in town what do you expect?

Next he tells me that a biker died cause someone t-boned them. Really sad story but I had to ask if the biker was wearing a helmet...No! So I made a comment that they should have. He went off on me saying he was going to tell his wife that and she will be really happy with me if something happens to him...(He doesn't wear a helmet when riding his Harley) so I said "well then wear a helmet"! He proceeded to ask if my car had air bags and I walked away. Went out to my car and powered up my windows, completely ignoring him. When I came back in he was crouching behind a file cabinet so that when I came into the office he scared the shit out of me. He said maybe if I was wearing a helmet I would not be scared!? Then, in response to a call about going to a customers house for a measure, he informed me that he would "come" tonight.

I just asked him to make sure to wear his "helmet"!

Where did she go?

I must have asked this before. It has been quite some time (almost three months) since I have last posted anything. But you know what I don't really think anyone missed me that much! So lets catch up a bit!

... ummm...yeah...

Well I'm glad we got to do that!

Oh I did get a new to me car.. its a really groovy 1992 Mercury Sable Station Wagon. Yeah, I rock! Now I will have no problems fitting camping stuff in my car! Who's thinking ahead, huh? Who? Yep me!

In other news... I am no longer a den leader! All of the boys in my Den earned their Arrow of Light Award and all of them moved on to Boy Scouts! We had a succesful Blue and Gold Dinner and as I look back I have no idea how I did it all with all the other crap that was going on in my life! But it all was worth it. I feel that I did a fine job with the boys and hear all the time from the scoutmaster and other mertit badge councilers how well "my" boys know their stuff. Anyhoo

We are down to one meeting a week and have been very buzy with fundraisers and scouting for food and camping. The boys are ready for a small weekend break.

Hey Rachel, can you use some company sometime? Would love to make a visit out your way! Let me know m'k.

Well now that I got this out of the way I think we can get back to normal. Normal, who said normal?