Next Sunday, I get the pleasure to go to Jen's baby shower!! I can't wait for the baby to be born, because newborns are so so cute. I am going to go out and shop for the shower. Plus, I am the hunt for a Christmas dress for one of my dolls. It's the fancy red headed doll. She was too much money, but she really wants a dress for the holidays. I draw the line at getting her a new one though. I am crazy, but not that crazy!
I gave away one of my bunnies. I felt bad. I am not so sure that it was the right thing to do. I almost took him back from her before she could leave. Then, I was almost tempted to get me a baby bunny from this idiot that doesn't know how bunnies are made. I got to thinking, well if I get a girl bunny, she can be friend with rabbit rabbit. But then I came to my senses and I am just tired of all the rabbit poop! They poop a lot. But when my boy bunnies kiss it's so sweet. They love each other.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
My Day
Tyler and I hung out with my Dad for a little while at Denny's. Sometimes, I get too busy with my job, kids, and husband and life in general and I don't always have time for family. Sometimes, my Dad is a pain. haha. He made Tj cry,because he told him he had to drink water. He was just kidding, but I think Tyler was so shocked he didn't know what to do. What's nice about my Dad is that he calls. I don't ever question if he loves me or not. I know he does. If too much time passes he will call just to see what I am up to. Parents can fuck up, but there is always time to fix it. I am not going to pretend that I am perfect Mom or that I didn't mess up, but I keep trying to do what is right. Sometimes, I have a hard time figuring out what to do with boys. I can only fake being interested in games for so long. Tyler learned how to play War from his Aunt Michelle and we played that yesterday. I won!! I am the champion!
Then, I went shopping and seen a cousin of mine and I pretended not to notice him. I am not going to tell which one I seen. I just didn't feel like faking it. He didn't do anything wrong, but we just grown apart. I bought our Turkey!!! Since, no one was willing to be it!!! Then, I got lost taking Tyler to tutoring and lost coming home. I am glad that I have my husband who helps me when I get lost. Otherwise, I would still be driving in the rain. My kitty cat has been puking like a human. I mean really flying puke! Well, I got to go my husband is home. Wait till I show him the Turkey he is cooking. mmmmm
Then, I went shopping and seen a cousin of mine and I pretended not to notice him. I am not going to tell which one I seen. I just didn't feel like faking it. He didn't do anything wrong, but we just grown apart. I bought our Turkey!!! Since, no one was willing to be it!!! Then, I got lost taking Tyler to tutoring and lost coming home. I am glad that I have my husband who helps me when I get lost. Otherwise, I would still be driving in the rain. My kitty cat has been puking like a human. I mean really flying puke! Well, I got to go my husband is home. Wait till I show him the Turkey he is cooking. mmmmm
Monday, November 23, 2009
William had a pretty good party. I ended up bringing a child that couldn't stop talking. He drove me crazy! I personally think it was awesome that he had both his parents and one of his Grandma's there. Divorce happens but there is no reason why we can't deal with each other. We had it at Pizza Hut and I was shocked to see a benifet that was being held for my Aunt Judy who died. It's not something you expect to just see. I guess it's just a reminder that extended family are just people who you once knew. A lot of my fond memories of a kid was hanging out at my aunts house but I guess we out grow them. It's kind of sad. Well, anyways Will had a nice party and Tad won money on a ticket so the pizza bill was paid for.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
This is how Tyler feels about books. Or maybe we can use them in a fire to stay warm. Or we can feed it to the dog or let the bunnies have them as toys. Bunnies got to play ya know! :) Actually, I am just having fun. Google images are very cool. Tyler is very into reading and trying to learn. He would rather do it on his own time and not on demand. But hey are we all not like that?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know - take it out on someone you don't know…]
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, “Hello.”
I politely said, “This is Jason Braemore. Could I please speak with Rachel Carter?”
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me - I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.
I tracked down Rachel's correct number and called her - I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again…
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, “You're a scumbag!” and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'scumbag' next to it, and put it on my speed dial. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, “You're a scumbag!” It always cheered me up!
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'scumbag' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the Caller ID program?”
He yelled, “NO!” and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, “That's because you're a scumbag!”
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his car window… so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first scumbag, I thought I had better call the BMW scumbag too.
I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Can you tell me where I can see it?”
“Yes, I live at 1969 West 35th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.”
“What's your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don Hanson,” he said.
“When's a good time to catch you, Don?”
“I'm home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Don, can I tell you something?”
“Yes?”
“Don, you're a scumbag.”
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial. Now, when I had a problem, I had two scumbags to call…
But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Scumbag #1…
“Hello.”
“You're a scumbag!” (But I didn't hang up…)
“Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Don Hanson.”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“Scumbag, I live at 1969 West 35th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front.”
He said, “I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.”
I said, “Yeah, like I'm really scared, scumbag.”
Then I called Scumbag #2.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello, scumbag,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are, I'll…”
“You'll what?” I said.
“I'll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, scumbag, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.”
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1969 West 35th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called CKVU Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 35th Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 35th Street.
There I saw two scumbags beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and news crew.
Now I feel a lot better…
I have to give credit to
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, “Hello.”
I politely said, “This is Jason Braemore. Could I please speak with Rachel Carter?”
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me - I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.
I tracked down Rachel's correct number and called her - I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again…
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, “You're a scumbag!” and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'scumbag' next to it, and put it on my speed dial. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, “You're a scumbag!” It always cheered me up!
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'scumbag' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the Caller ID program?”
He yelled, “NO!” and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, “That's because you're a scumbag!”
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his car window… so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first scumbag, I thought I had better call the BMW scumbag too.
I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Can you tell me where I can see it?”
“Yes, I live at 1969 West 35th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.”
“What's your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don Hanson,” he said.
“When's a good time to catch you, Don?”
“I'm home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Don, can I tell you something?”
“Yes?”
“Don, you're a scumbag.”
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial. Now, when I had a problem, I had two scumbags to call…
But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Scumbag #1…
“Hello.”
“You're a scumbag!” (But I didn't hang up…)
“Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Don Hanson.”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“Scumbag, I live at 1969 West 35th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front.”
He said, “I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.”
I said, “Yeah, like I'm really scared, scumbag.”
Then I called Scumbag #2.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello, scumbag,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are, I'll…”
“You'll what?” I said.
“I'll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, scumbag, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.”
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1969 West 35th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called CKVU Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 35th Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 35th Street.
There I saw two scumbags beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and news crew.
Now I feel a lot better…
I have to give credit to
Saturday, November 7, 2009
My new client is starting to feel up to going out to dinner. Yesterday, we went to Lino's. It reminds me of the times I went with Bob and Sandy. Tonight, we went to the u club. Again, it reminded me of Bob and Sandy. I really miss them. They were like grandparents that I never had. I hear Sandy lost her mind and can never return home and Bob is so depressed and misses her.
I got to see ultrasounds pictures of Jennifer's little tiny baby girl. They look so real. I asked her if she has ever seen pictures from back in the day? Damn that makes me sound old.
The new milford Fire department is having it's annual pumkin smashing day. It's free and fire men are hot!!! I mean they do such a great job. It's a pretty good thing that my husband doesn't get jealous about my love for firemen.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Jennifer said that I need to blog, but I don't have too much to say.
Let's see, I did pick on my poor dog. I bought them both a bone and shadow just sits by his and watches over it with his life. Except, for when he goes outside to pee. So, I hid it from him. Yep, I am picking fights with my dog. It was so funny! He was searching for it and I was laughing. Tad was hitting me, because I was being mean to him.
Tyler is starting to get a little better in math. That's a good thing. Thanksgiving is coming up! Who wants to get together for dinner? And who wants to be the turkey? I am broke, but I have been able to see my kids more. So, it's all good.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I almost killed my brother of a heart attack. I was giving him a ride home and the road curved and my van kept going forward. Damn. I need to get a refund! If my brother was a cat. I used up one of his lives. Meow!!!
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