River Fun

What up?

I've been trying to stay away from home as much as possible lately. I'm avoiding being around Asshole. If I'm not here then he can't bother me, right?

My daughter and I went to Vancouver, WA Saturday afternoon to visit my friend, Paula. They had plans to go to the river the following day with a group of people and allowed us to come along too. Paula and her husband have two wave runners. Paula also brought Tequila and she and I hurt ourselves a little. We were both going too fast over the wakes and wrecked at separate times. We ended up at the Urgency Care clinic that night getting her foot X-rayed and since I was there, I had them do mine too. She broke a bone in her foot and I broke my toe. We decided not to bring Tequila next time.

This is a list of my alcohol related injuries over the years:

• I fell down attic stairs and broke my left foot

• I went white water rafting on the McKenzie river and the guys I was with knocked me over the side trying to "save the beer" and I snapped my right leg between two rocks breaking the bone just above my ankle.

• My friend tried to run down a flight of 12 concrete steps while having a hold of my arm making me trip on the second one and tumble down the rest causing a dent and nerve damage along my right shin.

• I tried to walk down a bark dust covered embankment in high heels and a mini skirt, bucked my ankle and broke my left foot AGAIN.

• And now I have a broken toe and swollen foot from this latest wave runner incident.

I did, however, have a great time. I try my best to have fun and I'd do it all again so I'm sure this won't be my last injury. So, if you're coming partying with me, please be sure to take the necessary precautions.

Passed-Out Asshole

This is what happens when your name is Asshole and you come home after work and start doing your daily drinking, hit the shit-faced point by 7:00 and bug the holy fuck out of your wonderful, doesn't-deserve-your-shit, live-in girlfriend for 2 hours and get her so upset that she cries for 30 minutes and almost packs a bag to go to her mom's house and then you ask her to drive your drunk ass to a restaurant where you expect her to pay for her own meal and sit across from you while you slop food all over the place and chew with your mouth open and talk loudly about inappropriate subjects so that the kids in the next booth can hear you and you fight all the way home about why you never get any sex anymore and then you pass out on the couch with your mouth hanging open just like every other night this week. You scum-sucking ass-face. Your soon-to-be-X-girlfriend just might break out a picture of you when you were passed out that has shit painted on it to make you look like you're in drag and post it for everyone to see so they can laugh at your dumb, passed out all the damn time, not-getting-sex-from-me-ever-again, suckyourowndickfuckoffanddie, loser ass.

I was in NO MOOD for this shit tonight. I have reached my limit. Every fucking night it's something like this and I have to keep my hurt and rage bottled up and it sucks the life out of me and is turning me into the bitch from hell. I've had it. I'm upset about leaving his kids but he is NOT going to take me down with him. I can't do this anymore. I can't breathe. It's me or him and I choose me.

Edit: I'm OK now. I got it all out of my system. I'm extra cranky today because I'm in pain. I fell asleep in the sun yesterday with a tank top on and realized 3 hours later that I had put sunblock everywhere but my chest. I've got some major tanning to do after the burn is gone to get rid of that line.

Feel bad for me, will ya? It's ugly and it hurts.

The Grad - Class of 2006

My baby brother graduated last weekend with a bachelors degree from WOU. The commencement was Saturday followed by one of his football games and then we had a party for him on Sunday on a riverboat that my family rented. Busy weekend.

My brother is 10 and a half years younger than me. I still remember him coming home from the hospital, all the diaper changing that I did and all the times I rocked him to sleep humming and singing softly in his little ear. My mom and his dad were only married a couple of years so I helped her raise him. I remember walking him down the road and buying him ice cream instead of hanging with my friends. I remember when he was 4 years old and throwing Masters of the Universe action figures at me hoping I would chase him around the house. I remember Mom hanging him upside down by one ankle and spanking him hard as he swung back and forth and me earning a beating by screaming at her until she stopped. I remember the guilt I felt when I moved out of the house and and left him all alone with her.

Mom's temper was bad back then but thankfully, things change. She got remarried to a man who has been a great dad to my brother and Mom mellowed out a little. He ended up having a good childhood after all. They kept him in the same school all the way through and he got to play every sport imaginable. They decided to move to California right before his Senior year and I put my foot down. Making him move right then would have disrupted his whole life. I know, I went to 13 different schools. I talked them into letting him live with me that last year and I was glad to do it.

My baby brother is 24 now. I can't hardly believe that same scrawny little boy is now a 6'2" football player and college graduate. He's done well. He has the world on a string and is ready to move mountains. I'm so proud of him that I'm typing through tears. I tease him and call him the Golden Boy because he had it much easier growing up than I did. I'm glad it worked out that way, though. I've been a little jealous at times, my childhood was rough, but I have no resentment towards him. It wasn't his fault. He still remembers how it was at the beginning and all the times I stepped in defending him from Mom and he loves his big sister. I'd do it all again a thousand times.

I love you Jase, and I'll be in your corner ALWAYS.

Catching Up on Stuff

OK. As much as I know y'all love it when I drag what should be a very short story out into a page long boring ass post that takes your whole fucking day to read, I'm gonna try to be brief today because I'm feeling fat and lazy and I have a couple of things I wanted to post so I'm gonna put them both in one.
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Last Thursday night, my friend invited me over to hang out for the day with her. Like the good little friend I am, before I left my house I had grabbed the half bottle of Cuervo, half bottle of Sauza and the Cranberry juice outa the fridge and took them with me. I got there and she was no where to be found. We (the booze and me) sat on her front porch for 3 hours. 3 FUCKING HOURS. I had gotten there a little after noon and was shit faced on her porch when she finally got home around 4:00 and more than a little hurt and pissed off. I made her apologize about a thousand times and hung around there for the day. I left her house at midnight and decided to go by my bank to get some cash on the way home. I got a little too close to the ATM and when I went to leave I discovered I was stuck. My side mirror had slid along the surface of the ATM and ended up in a 2 inch deep groove in the machine casing and I couldn't go anywhere. Well, that's not true. I could pull forward 2 inches and back 2 inches and that's it. I pitched a fit. Stomping my feet and trying to pry my mirror loose with my hands while hanging out the window and driving my car repeatedly 2 inches forward and back. I would pay good money for that surveillance video footage. Oh, and my cell phone battery was dead and I forgot my charger at home. I finally realized that it was either leave my car there all night and walk 5 miles home or screw around trying to get free until a cop came by and gave me a DUI for still having tequila in my blood and being stuck on an ATM machine. I decided against both of those options. With tears in my eyes, I put my foot on the gas. Snap! My mirror went flying and I was free. What kind of idiot gets stuck on an ATM and busts the mirror off their own car on purpose to get free? My car is a 1996 Nissan Sentra and it's nothing great but it's paid for and is no junker either. I need my head examined. It actually turned out OK though, I took my door and the mirror assembly apart the other day and It will be pretty easy to fix and I can do it myself. Yes, I do that. I take shit apart and fix it. I know that's weird for a girl but that's just me I guess.
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I went out this Wednesday also and ran into Fighter Boy's dad. He came up to me and asked if I had heard anything about FB (Fighter Boy) recently. I told him that FB's wife called me and I had backed off and hadn't talked to him since. He said that FB and his wife were living in the same house but that she had caught seeing another man and they have been technically separated but neither one wants to give up the house so he was still living there. He told me also that FB is in jail for a DUI right now. Apparently, he was in jail before for getting in a fight in a bar and since he was on probation when he got the DUI they put him back in jail. He's not sure for how long. He told me that his son really seemed to "have a soft spot for me" and that if I would write him a letter or go visit him that it might cheer him up. He's not sure how long he's gonna be there for. What a fucking mess. I usually don't associate with criminal types but I guess I can understand how someone could get in a fight at a bar and also get a DUI a year later. Hell, I've even gotten in a bar fight and wasn't I just the one with my car stuck on the ATM machine? Not my brightest moment to say the least but we all make mistakes. I haven't decided whether I'm gonna write to him or go visit. I need to think on this one. Anyone who wants to give me advice is welcome to. This is a new one for me.

The Last 5 Minutes at My House

Sherri walks by AH and sees him standing there stretching his arms in the air. She places a well aimed (gentle) high kick to his abdomen. The 3 minute round of sparring that follows ends by Sherri walking away. (Don't wanna hurt him) Sherri notices that he's just put a bowl of soup in the microwave. She strolls over to the microwave, turns it off, takes the bowl of soup out, sets it on the counter and returns to her computer desk. Then:
AH: Hey!
Sherri: What?
AH: That's not exactly what I had in mind for that bowl of soup.
Sherri: Yeh, well, I win.
AH: Whadya mean?
Sherri: I MADE you have to walk over and restart your soup.
AH: (sarcastically) Yeh, you're sooooo cool.
Sherri: Yes. I am. Ask anyone.
AH: Yeh, you're a legend in your own mind.
Sherri: That's MISS Legend to you. Who uses that come back anymore, anyway? Idiot.

Edit: I just wanna say also that it is really, really, REALLY wrong to take a monster dump in the master bathroom and then leave the door open so that the smell drifts out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and out into the living area where innocent people are blogging about you on their computer. Oh, and BTW stinky-butt, I hope those shit molecules that are floating through the air out here make their way into your bowl of soup. So there.

Rascal

I was over at AH's duplex (before we lived together) one day and saw something small and furry run out his sliding glass door. I went out on the patio to take a look. There, staring up at me, was the smallest ferret I have ever seen. I knelt down and said "Awww, come here you poor baby." and she ran right up to me and jumped in my lap. I made flyers and posted them around that part of town, I called the local animal shelters, NOTHING.

We considered her ours after 2 weeks of waiting and I went out and bought all the ferret goodies. A very LARGE cage, a corner shaped litter box (they're supposed to like them better), a hammock and lots of toys. I even bought ferret cologne to help her feel like a little lady.

My daughter (the animal whisperer) became immediately attached to her and named her Rascal. She played and cuddled with her constantly. She would drag our sofa blanket through the house and Rascal would hop on for the ride. When Jenna would call her, Rascal would come running, playfully skipping a little sideways and then standing on her hind legs. My daughter would giggle over her for hours.

AH was supposed to come over for dinner one night. I did some cleaning up around the house and left for the grocery store to get the food. I was back in about an hour. Ah showed up and started helping me in the kitchen (yeah, he USED to do that). I heard him yelp and turned to see what was wrong. He had opened the dishwasher and pulled out the bottom rack. There was Rascal, towards the back, laying over a bowl with a horribly twisted expression on her face. She must have crawled in right before I turned the dishwasher on and left for the store.

The realization of what I had done knocked the wind out of me. I screamed and crumpled to the kitchen floor at AH's feet. I LOST IT. I could hear my daughter coming out of her room. I yelled for her to go in her room and stay there until I told her it was OK to come out. I couldn't let her see what I did. In the midst of my hysterics, I scrambled off the floor and to the closet for a hand towel to wrap around her and a shoe box to put her in and took her in my room. AH still stood there in the kitchen speechless. I don't blame him for that. It was beyond horrible.

I tried to collect myself and asked AH to please send Jenna to my room. She walked in, took one look at me and said "It's Rascal, huh Mom." I nodded through my tears. I told her she drowned in there and I was sure that it was very quick and that she didn't suffer. I let my daughter say her goodbyes, because I think that's important, and put Rascal's box in the trunk of my car until I could figure out a place to bury her. We lived in apartments at the time.

This happened over 3 years ago and I am still traumatized. I replay in my mind what that little animal must have went through. Hot, soapy water coming at you from all angles and no way out, and what if she somehow made it through to the drying cycle, still alive but every inch of her body horribly burned. I haven't been able to take hot showers since and every time I put my hand under tap water that's too warm, I think of how hot that water must have been. I think of her EVERY TIME. And it was over a year before I could use a dishwasher again.

I know it was an accident and I would never hurt an animal on purpose but I don't know how long it takes for the guilt to go away. If I only would have taken a better look before I shut the door. Or if I would have not left the house right away, maybe I would have heard a noise and gotten her out in time.

My friends let us bury her in their back yard. We stayed to visit them for a while after and eventually ended up drinking, listening to music and playing pool in their garage. We were all talking and my friend asked if we were going to get a new ferret. I said that I couldn't do it right now. They're such curious creatures and I was too worried something might happen again if we got another one. My friend suggested that next time we get one that was "dishwasher safe".

I didn't think it was funny.

Awww...notes and pwetty flowers

My daughter slept in the living room last night. I went to bed early and woke up to her on the couch and this note stuck to the TV.



It says basically that she slept out here because she was having trouble sleeping after seeing a big spider dissappear into the pile of clothes in the middle of her room and she set her alarm so it should be OK. She just hopes she doesn't have a nightmare about that frog tonight.............WTF? WHAT frog? She friggin' cracks me up.

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She also came home from school yesterday and handed me these little flowers. She must have picked them somewhere along our gravel road.

She is SO good to me. I can't hardly stand it. And I'm such a shit sometimes. I don't know what the hell I ever did to deserve a kid like her.

Grandma

I found a journal entry of mine about my grandma and decided to share what I wrote.
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Journal Entry 12-22-05
Cancer is a very bad thing. I know that. But not as much as when it threatens someone close to you.

It's 3 days 'til X-Mas. Not Good. I'm up late again. Everyone is asleep. Except me. Again.

I knew it. When we first heard about the tests. I KNEW IT.

What do I do? She's so important to me. I'm looking on web sites for info and I just posted a want add on Craigslist. I asked for anyone out there to include my grandma in their daily prayers.

I heard that writing your thoughts down in a journal helps but this is the 1st time I've tried it. The only way I can see it helping so far is that it is clearing some of the thoughts from my head.

I had an IM conversation with Paula tonight. She is a very nice person. Very supportive. Note to self: Don't IM when you're sad. It's hard to type through tears.

The cats in the house sense that I'm down. The keep hovering near me. They sit and look at me like they wanna say "Can I do something for you to help?"

I'm ruining X-Mas for the kids with my behavior. I'm crying all the time. I can't help it so far but I'm going to try to be more cheerful.

This is new. We just found yesterday (today actually) but it's 3:41 am so I guess it's technically the next day. I'm watching Rosanne reruns. Time to change the channel. Normally I like her but right now she's just pissing me off.

I put up a banner behind the wood stove that says "Merry Christmas". I almost tore the "Merry" part off. I didn't because the kids would notice. It seems to taunt me, though. Bad banner.

I drank the last of (boyfriend's) beer. Have to go buy more for him tomorrow. That was not nice. Maybe I'll become a drunk so I don't have to feel things. Is that why the rest of them do it?

THIS X-MAS SUCKS!!!

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This is something I posted on my other site (the only one friends and family know about) in March:

Originally Posted on March 2, 2006

This is my Grandma. Her name is Dottie, isn't she pretty? She has always been very good to me. If someone ever asked me if I had felt unconditional love before, I would be able to answer "yes" and say without a doubt that it came from her. I hit a lot of obstacles while growing up and there have been times in the past that I wasn't very proud of myself and the choices that I had made. Grandma has always been there with good advice and even when I don't follow it, she's still there. I've learned a lot about life and who I want to be from our long talks on her porch. I've always said that she has more class in her little finger than I will ever hope to have and she is still one of the most down-to-earth and nonjudgemental people that I have ever met. I love that combination in her. Everyone likes my Grandma. You just can't help it. I have shown up several times to visit her only to find an x-boyfriend of mine sitting on her porch. I always thought it was funny that we can cut all ties but they still stop by and visit my grandma. Who can blame them??? Anyway, this is my mini tribute to her, she's going through some medical issues right now but I know she's going to be Ok. I won't have it any other way.

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Back to today:

My grandma was diagnosed right before Christmas with lung cancer. She started Chemo and Radiation treatments a few days after that.

We are very close and I took it very hard. My family in town wouldn't even tell me the news when they got the test results back. They were all crying together at grandma's house without me. They had my aunt call me from Colorado to break it to me because she is the next closest to me besides Grandma. My aunt is a nurse and said the doctor gave her less than a 5% chance to live even if she went through the treatments. If she chose not to do them, she wouldn't last a year.

We took it as a death sentence. I'm not very good at praying so I figured God might not listen to my pleas for help. So, I got on the internet and added her to every prayer list I could find. In just about every kind of church. I looked up all of the Saints that were known for healing and printed out pictures of them to stash around grandma's house. She didn't know about any of it. I refused to believe that she was not going to be OK and told her to do the same. I told her to believe in the powers of positive thinking. That I believe that the mind can control the body and that she wasn't going anywhere because I did not give her my permission to and I always get my way.

I have been scared and I have been depressed for months. And I have never let her see it because I know she worries about me. SHE worries about ME. How messed up is that.

My grandma finished her series of treatments a few weeks ago.

She went to the doctor for an X-ray the other day. The X- Ray showed NO SIGNS of cancer.

The Back of a Smiley Face - (Kid Friendly)

This is cute. Click HERE, turn up your volume and when it loads, click on PLAY

Product Endorsement - Yoshida's

Yoshida's is the best! If you've never tried it and you like teriyaki flavored ANYTHING, you need to go buy some. I'm a total carnivore and I put this on Pork, Chicken, Steak, Shrimp... I've baked with it, marinated in it, stir-fried with it and glazed and grilled with it. LOVE. IT.

Change

I changed my profile picture so I wanted to let you all know for when I comment on your blogs. I decided it was time for a change. The one I had just seemed too.....precious....and looked silly to me next to the type of comments I usually make. So, I switched from this


to this.



I was going for the tough chick look. How'd I do? Go ahead.... pick on me a little if you want to.... I can take it.

Buck Poo

We rent a place on 11 acres just a couple miles out of town and, for being so close to the city, we get a lot of wildlife out here. The acres surrounding us are owned by a major grocery store chain owner and he has designated the land as a protected wildlife refuge. No one is allowed to hunt here. We have a pack of raccoons that comes out at night, coyote up on the hill and we get lots of quail and deer. The deer hang out in the yard now. I guess they've gotten used to us. This morning a baby and a young buck showed up to eat some grass. The baby was so cute so I grabbed the camera. Here's a pic of both of them.



Right after I snapped that, the buck looked up at me and I took another pic. I don't know if you can see it clear enough but this is him (on the right) looking straight at me and squatting to take a dump in my yard.



They walked off into the woods shortly after that. Typical male. Eat, shit and walk away. Thanks for coming by guys. Glad we could be of service.

EDIT: I cropped the photo of the Crapper Deer. Enjoy.

Jenna's mom has got it goin' on...

My daughter drew this picture of me. Damn, I look good. Don't ya think?

That's a cell phone in one hand and a clutch purse in the other. And for the record, no, I don't own any shirts that say "Diva" on them and I am SO not.

My Real Feelings

I was reading April's blog and got this idea from her. She said this is how it works: Write 15 things about 15 separate people, but don't name them. They can be things you were too shy to tell people, things you wish you could tell them, or things you hate about them. Anything.

Mine turned out WAY longer than hers. I guess that's OK though. It's supposed to be like therapy so whatever it takes, right?!?!

1. We've been friends for such a long time and our children have grown up together. We are like family, I want you always in my life. Sometimes, though, you annoy the fucking hell outa me and I need to take a break from you to save my sanity. I will try to always be there for you but it's something new with you each day. I need to step back from the drama sometimes so I can focus on my own problems.

2. You have no idea what you had. You were my world. I depended on you in every way. With my life. You held my self esteem in your hands and you crushed it. I was just a child. How could you treat me the way you did? Sorry I wasn't invisible enough for you. I really tried to be back then. And now you choose to see who I am and make up for lost time? I know you're trying but please forgive me if it's hard to trust you enough to take down the walls I built.

3. And you. You left me all alone with her. And never looked back. I've reached out to you several times since I've grown up trying to satisfy my curiosity about who you are and what the other half of me came from. You never made the effort to do the same. I'm not going to beg to be in your life. I'll do fine without you, I have so far. Just one question though ... Why didn't you want me?

4. Oh, little Girl. You make it all better. Your spirit is like a blanket that wraps around me when it's cold. You are the greatest gift and I would do it all over again a thousand times. I love how you see the world. It's beautiful through your eyes. You save me every day.

5. Thank you for every single time you helped me fight my battles. You scared off the enemy until I was old enough to do it myself. Thank you for worrying about me when no one else did. Thank you for your unconditional love and never ending guidance. You are truly the wind beneath my wings. Please don't leave this world yet, I'm not ready for you to go.

6. I have so much respect for you. You are a good person and you have a big heart and you're a hoot to hang with. Those children are so lucky to have you. They know that even if they don't acknowledge it often enough. Trust me. They still know.

7. YOU are a waist of air. I would like nothing more than 30 minutes in a sound proof room with you. If you EVER step foot within 5 miles of our home I will drag your happy ass back up our quarter mile gravel drive way by your hair, beat the holy fuck out of you and leave your crumpled ass lying by the street like road kill. Kindly, continue to leave us the hell alone. You have affected our lives ENOUGH. Oh, and stop breeding. You have no idea what it takes to be a mother and you never will.

8. Either you are extremely selfish and uncaring or you are the most ignorant man I have ever met. Knock your shit off and start being a father to your children. And learn how to pace yourself or put away the alcohol for good. You're an ass when you drink and being an Asshole EVERY day is a bit much. Grow the hell up and get a life or you're going to lose everything that's important to you. You know you've already lost me.

9. I miss you. I screwed up all those years ago and I can't seem to forget it. That final conversation plays over and over in my head like it was yesterday. You were right, I did love you. SO. MUCH. And I should have gone with you when you told me to. What I wouldn't give for a time machine and a little less pride. I love you always and I hope I see you again some day. But if I don't, thank you for being so good to me when we were together. I never knew that a man could make me feel so loved until I met you.

10. I have a special place for you in my heart. We were together for so long and we are connected now for life. You're a good man. And a good father. Don't let a woman come between you and our daughter. You have to spend time with her still. If you don't, you'll miss it. And she loves you so much. Please figure all this out before you do some real damage to your relationship with your daughter. I know you love her enough to do the right thing. We're waiting.

11. Please stop interfering in their relationship. You are messing with 2 lives. And you're new on this block so I'll spell it out for you. I ask nicely then I get involved. I've been very patient so far but lemme tell ya gurlie. You aint seen bitch 'til you mess with my daughter. You have very few chances left to become a decent human being before I help you out with that. Oh, and you'll get no back-up from her daddy on this one. I've known him for 17 years. He loves his daughter, don't force him to make a choice. You'll lose.

12. You and I have been through life together before. We have that connection like you always say. Even though you're far away, all I have to do is call and you clear the cobwebs. You are the woman I aspire to be like. You are great in every way and you keep pushing yourself to be better. Don't push so hard. Take time for you and acknowledge all that you've accomplished. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You're amazing.

13. I love ya and all but you're too much of a slut. Tone it down a bit.

14. You SO suck! You could have had it all. You still can. You're so smart and you have no self- discipline to do anything with it. What a fucking waist. I love you and I'm rooting for you but you gotta get it together, girl. You are not living up to your full potential. But you've heard that before. Do something about it. Change your life. It's never too late to be what you always wanted to be. Decide and then do it.

15. I don't want to leave you but sometimes things don't work out and it has to be that way. Thank you for trusting me and letting me be part of your family. I wanted to be in your lives for a long time and I'm still not sure how we're gonna work that out when I leave. It'll be OK. It has nothing to do with you. I'm not leaving you. I'm leaving him. You did nothing wrong. I love you and I haven't left yet so please don't worry about it for now. I'm still here for you.

Psycho X, Fan and Smores

My friend, Paula, from Vancouver called me today at about 3:00 and said she was coming over to visit for the night and bringing her 2 girls.

Some brief history on Paula....She was step-mom to AH's kids' older sister. She also adopted the baby that AH's psycho X-wife had with a guy she met off the internet before she went to jail the first time for child neglect. Follow that one. Loonnnggg story. (I'll blog about it some time later, I'm sure.) So, basically, the Psycho had four kids. AH and I have the middle two and Paula and her husband have the oldest and youngest.

We have become friends over the last couple of years because we have so much in common. Mainly because we are the step-moms of siblings and have had to deal with our men's psycho X from hell. No one else understands what we have been through with her.

The plan for tonight was to build a campfire and roast hot dogs and make smores. We have a campfire pit built onto our back patio so campfires happen a lot here in spring and summer. We bought all the fixins and got rained out. So we nuked the dogs, danced in the living room with the kids and played our favorite ceiling fan game.

Here's how it goes: The kids (who, tonight, are ages 16, 13, 10, 9 and 5) bring out their stuffed animals and we toss them up in the air until they land on the fan. Then we flip the switch and watch them fly off. Hey, the kids love it and it's great fun for adults too if you've had enough tequila. Here's a pic of the fan half loaded.





I'm sure our landlord would REALLY appreciate it.

We had a good time and I'm the only one left awake. We never did make those smores. The stuff's still in the cupboard. Hmmm........I'll be back later.

Did Ya Miss Me?

Hey All, my internet had some connectivity issues there for a while but now all is good and I'M BACK!!! I've been SO suffering from blogger withdrawal for the last couple weeks. I was considering jumping people and stealing their laptops for a while there just to get my daily fix. I don't care so much about posting my stuff but I miss the HELL outa my blogging buddies and now I have a lot of reading to do to see what you've all been up to.

I also must apologize to dear, sweet Laurie for being late in publicly acknowledging the awesome mug she sent me as my prize. Girl had a mug made for me with her logo on it. LOVE. IT. And I drink from it now almost daily. The other side says "So many to shank....So little time....JONX, BABY!!!" Thanks again, so much, Laurie. You're cool as hell, but you knew that already.



I promise I'll do some catch up bloggin' in the next few days but that's all I got for now. I'm very tired and it's been a long day but I'm so happy to be up and running again. Loves to everyone.