Two More Days!

Well folks, I have two more days until the magical moment when I will be able to express my love to the most wonderful man I have ever met in the presence of friends and family.

Not everyone could make it in for the wedding but I know they're with me in thoughts and prayers. I am very excited and a bit nervous at the same time. To be expected I suppose. I hope things go well as planned and I don't trip over my dress or flounder over my words due to nerves or spill anything on my beautiful dress.

Words cannot express the excitement and overwhelming joy I feel when I think about the moment when I am standing next to him and get to look into his loving eyes, knowing all the while that this is what marriage and love is supposed to feel like.

For that moment, will be the best day of my life.

What? No Sex?!!?

Last night on the way home, PC and I went to Chilli's to eat before sundown to observe Yom Kippur. Lord, did we eat. I about rolled out of there and I was amazed that he ate as much as he did and some of my food too. I felt like a cow or more like a fat bear who had packed it on for the winter. We went home and were supposed to do all these chores around the house on this list I made. Yeah, right. Like we had the energy to do any of these things. At least I didn't. He knocked a few things off the list but I felt fat and lazy.

Then I found out that you can't drink coffee. How am I going to survive? I am addicted to coffee and can't function without it. It was so difficult, no terrible, no unbearable not to have coffee this morning. I feel like a slug right now and can't stop yawning.

Then I find out (the hard way) that you can't have sex too. What the hell is up with that? What is there left to do all day? No food, no drink, no coffee, no wine, no cookies before bed. Did I mention no coffee? That one hurts the most. I'm hangin in there but can barely keep my eyes focused on the computer monitor.

Just One More Reason I'm Pro Choice

I had an appointment to get my hair done after work last night. I just had it colored on 9/16 but apparently no one told me that the back of my hair was two different colors and part of the color did not take. I came to find this out when I was getting ready for my hot adult only date this past Friday night and grabbed the hand mirror to check out both my ass and my hair in the mirror. I was mortified that my hair was two different colors and I called PC in the bathroom to show him and he said the same thing my boss said when I confronted her for not telling me. I thought you wanted it that way and didn't say anything. God God people!!! Of course I didn't want my hair looking like shit right before my wedding and for wedding pictures. Thank God I was being vain for a change and trying to check out to see whether my butt looked good in jeans or I would have had crappy hair for my wedding. Needless to say, I told them both from now on to tell me when my hair looks bad. I give them permission to make me feel bad, for the greater good. Moving on to my story.

I get to the appointment and my hairdresser and I are talking and she is fixing my hair and putting the color on it to even it all out, etc. And this guy walks into the salon with his young son, maybe 5 years old, to get hair cuts. I can't see the man because of the station partition so I asked Jill if he was the guy that works there in the first seat because he sounded just like him and I can't see the guy. She asked why and I told her that he had the same voice. Now the guy who I am referring to is extremely gay and talks as such. If you get my drift. So a minute goes by and he walks back with his son with another hairdresser. Ding Ding Ding.....he's gay. I mouth to Jill, he's gay. She said no he's married. I was like, so he's gay. Perhaps they have an arranged marriage. She tells me that she has tried to cut his son's hair before and could not finish because he was so bad. Just then the guy starts asking her if she had ever cut his hair and proceeds to talk about how misbehaved his son is or was to the other lady. They are all being nice and pretend not to remember but they all do. So I am sitting there talking to Jill about stuff and this guys starts listening in on my conversation and takes bits and pieces of what I am saying and starts talking to the other girl about it. I was a bit annoyed and talked a bit lower. Then it was time for this dad to get his hair cut and this meant that the kid was going to run wild. And that he did. Oh my God, did he. I think that little monster touched everything in that shop, screamed, ran around, bounced off chairs and counters and nearly knocked over a glass shelf with products on it. The dad said nothing. Nothing I tell ya. Then after the dad gets his hair cut, he asked to be shampooed. This is afterwards. The kid still shrilling and acting out. Not a word to him. I was shocked. It was unbelievable. So I am right next to the guy getting my hair rinsed while he is getting his after haircut shampoo and the kid is running, grabbing water, etc. and screaming. I just said "oh my God" and the guy looked over at me sitting next to him and didn't say a damn word still to the kid.

They left the shop, not fast enough mind you. And I just could not help myself. It was as if I was taken over by some force and blurted out "That's why I am pro choice." All the people in the salon laughed and we bitched and commented on this guy and his awful kid for the next 15 minutes. It was a hoot. That kid wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes in my house. In fact, nor would his gay dad.

Another Political Joke

I usually don't forward or post jokes but I thought it was cute -

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'
Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way:
I am the head of the family , so call me The President.
Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.
We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.
The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.
And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.
Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him.
He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.
So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny.
He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'
The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'
The little boy replies,'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep.The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.

I need another ME

This is how I feel right about now.

I have been so busy trying to do all, be all and know all that I feel like I did nothing, am nothing and know nothing.

Of course PC would say the opposite. He's good like that. There is so much to do and we are running out of time. He told me that my new phrase should be f#@k it. I wish I could say that about some of the unpacking around the house but I have been trying to get the house looking half way decent before we have guests over.

Then there is the wedding stuff that I can't put off either. PC is very helpful and has been but there is only so much time in a day.

The Debate & Other Nonesense

Let me start off by saying that I'm not big on politics and don't claim to know a whole hell of allot about it. I leave that up to Joe or PC, as I call him. I'm sure Joe will blog about last night's debate with much more depth and knowledge than I am about to do. But I did feel compelled to make a few comments this morning after watching last night's debate. I'm not alone when I say - I hate her voice. I can say that because I am originally from Michigan. I used to talk very much like that and when I moved to Florida, I found out rather quickly that my tone and voice was annoying and the kid's made fun of me for it. Luckily I was smart enough not to take on the Southern drawl and twang either and settled somewhere in the middle. Not to twangy, not too ditsy. Just right. I was torn between wanting to watch the debate and wanting the pain in my head to go away, but I suffered through it for the greater good. Alcohol helps too.

Aside from her choice in suits and shoes and the fact that she kept her composure throughout the debate, I see nothing more I like about her. People can go back and forth on who "won" the debate and who "lost" but it all boils down to which pair of candidates are better for the American people. I don't care who is a Maverick, wasn't that a piece of shit car made by Ford? A friend of mine used to have one of those cars and it always broke down. I digress. The presidency is surely not riding on the winner or loser of last night's debate but it gives us an insight as to the knowledge and preparedness of the runner up, or lack thereof.

Did she answer any question last night that the moderator asked of her? She didn't even stay on task herself when she said she wanted to "speak directly to the American people" first and answer the question asked of her. Not only did she not say what she initially intended on saying but she never answered the question to begin with. I think the only definitive answer we got was through Biden about gay rights. And I think she painted herself in a corner on that one.

It's easy to not get flustered and remain calm and composed when you're not "checked" by anyone and are allowed to continue to avoid answering the questions, change the subject to suit your needs, wink and flirt with both your husband as well as the moderator and give a shout out to an elementary school. Heck, I'd be composed too. I hated these types of girls in school. No one said a word to them about anything and they got away with everything because they were cute, perky and let the boys grope them behind closed doors. So she gets points for manipulating. Not a big feat. Women have been doing this for years. Give me something more, something with substance.

She scares me. She really does. And to think that she wants "more" power for the vice president is a scary thought as well. Dare I say.............I miss Hillary. Now that would have been a good match up.

In closing, I did go to bed feeling better with the knowledge that she loves Israel. As I laid my head on the pillow feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I was gently humming the song from the old Coke commercial:

Reminder

Reminder to Sarah Barracuda:

Jesus was a community organizer.

Pontius Pilate was a governor.

You claim to follow one, yet you're behaving like the other.

Eggasperated Neighbors

The neighbors to the back of our house and to the side of our house have both been egged over the last few days. Our house sits in the middle somewhat and we have been spared. But the neighbor behind us, Shelly, her house has been egged repeatedly. No sooner does she attempt to clean up the first mess and take a shower, she gets egged again while in the shower. Needless to say, she is not a happy camper and has resorted to going door to door to ask what kind of eggs people have in the refrigerator. Apparently, the egger uses predominately brown eggs. They must come from money, because those eggs are expensive nowadays.

I found out from my daughter yesterday that she came to our house while PC and I were not home and asked us what kind of eggs I have. I have to admit that I was a bit offended. But my daughter immediately told her that "my mom doesn't buy brown eggs, they're too expensive and my mom's cheap". Then Shelly asks them if there has been any talk at the bus stop or on the buses about kids thrown eggs. My daughter says no and then my son chimes in "Come to think of it, there's this oriental kid that rides my bus that never talks and never looks you in the eye. And there's this Mexican kid that rides my bus that looks pretty guilty." My son always seems to have a conspiracy theory going on. Shelly just laughed and continued on her quest for the allusive brown egg.

I was relieved that my step son was not home at the time because being the smart ass that he is, would have answered "we had some earlier in the week but they're gone now" with a big smile on his face.

So last night we were all gathered across the street for one of the neighbor kid's birthday party and Shelly walks up and I had to ask her why she questioned us about the eggs. She explained that she went to every one's house and asked them all and came up empty. Then she proceeds to tell us that she has been camping out downstairs in the dark at night, dressed all in black, armed with a video camera trying to catch the perpetrator. And she was being serious. She has it all worked out. She tells us that she is going to catch the little monster on video, chase him down (because she can run pretty fast) and tackle him and call the police. It sounded like a plan to me.

Then I got to thinking. If I knew her better, I would surely pull a prank on her. But we are not tight like that and I think she would probably kick my ass first and ask questions later.

Suspension of suspension

Time Magazine's media blog is looking at the activities of the McCain campaign during its 'suspension' and notes that something odd is going on:
In other words: what is "suspending" a campaign anyway? It means skipping out on a debate. It means pulling campaign ads, which can run later anyway.
But it doesn't preclude getting yourself (and your running mate) on the CBS Evening News that same night. It doesn't mean keeping your surrogates—and, let's be fair, the other guy's—off the news shows to argue the valor of your Entirely Nonpolitical Decision. It doesn't mean your viral web ads go away. As far as I've read, it doesn't mean suspending polling or political messaging generally.
None of these free-media aspects are exactly small, in this campaign age.
So 'Suspension' means a freeze of spending on the biggest budget item in a campaign (TV advertising) and nothing else while loudly proclaiming one's virtue. I wonder why this is the case?

Could it be a response to this TPM Election Central report from earlier in the week?
Obama's overall spending on TV ads has jumped 50% in the last two weeks, while McCain's has held steady -- and Obama is now outspending his rival even as he's up on the air in more states. In the week ending Sept. 21, Obama spent $9.4 million on TV ads in roughly 15 states.... McCain's outlay has held steady at around $7.5 million in roughly a dozen states
Recent polling out of Indiana has pushed that state into a contestable swing state where McCain or his allies have to spend money. McCain's defensive map is expanding as Obama is very likely to pick off New Mexico and Iowa and likely to pick off Colorado which is his minimal winning coalition. At the same time alternative Obama victory routes run through Virginia, Ohio, Florida and North Carolina. McCain's best offensive flip attempt is New Hampshire. And now Indiana is in play.

McCain's campaign is on a fixed budget so a dollar spent this week can not be raised or spent for the last week of the campaign. Obama does not face a budget constraint that is anywhere near as binding.

So is this an attempt for the McCain campaign to make a 'virtue' or at least a 'mavericky' stand out of the necessity of being financially outgunned -- bet that the 'suspension' is such an oddball move that it will dominate the limited free political coverage while both candidates are buried under economic crisis news?

See PC, I can post political crap too.

Knish Anyone?

Last night I attempted to make PC homemade knishes. He said I did a good job. I followed the recipe and made to sour cream dipping sauces on the side. One with fresh chives and the other with fresh dill. I had never had a knish, so I had no idea if I did it right or not. PC said that I did it right.

He brought some to work with him for lunch and/or breakfast today and the dog did not wind up with them, so I suppose they were good.

The good thing is that I can see where the recipe can be altered to make different variations of a knish. This is exactly what I plan on doing. Plus I did not like the log style that the recipe called for last night. Next time I will make individual ones, rather than cut the log per say. Also I think I can make other complimentary sauces and such to dip the knish into. Experimenting with different ones is going to be fun. Plus, I think I needed to roll the dough out more and thinner. PC was right. I am the bomb!! My future mother in law will love me. Now on to the harder stuff.

Jewish 101

For those of you that don't know, I'm a Baptist and PC is Jewish. Not that he practices much of the Jewish faith, but every now and then he puts his toe into the water. And, I kinda like it when he does. I think it's great actually. I like religion generally and am open to his, albeit different from mine. I believe in the Trinity and he believes Jesus could probably put that pocket door in our master bathroom for us effortlessly and with something good to say to boot. (Get it, Jewish carpenter reference.)

Anyways, I have been reading up on the Jewish faith and the holidays and such. Because after all I'm marrying this man and I would like to know about his faith....or lack thereof. I say that because I seem to have a better grasp on the holidays and what they mean more than he does. Lately, I feel that I might be the better Jew.

I know Rosh HaShanah is next Tuesday and I thought I would perhaps coax him into some religion for a change rather than him being a nay sayer all the time about religion. I even told him I would fast with him and not jump his bones for Pete's sake. So when I asked him about atonement and the things he wants to change or correct, he was like - what? what are you talking about? Like I said, I'm the better Jew here.

So I figured I would focus on something he would perhaps get into.......FOOD. (I was right) So I went online and pulled up some food to make for the week. Now I got his attention. For the most part, the dishes are easy to make and pretty inexpensive as well. Hell, I can do this.

However, the Matzo Ball soup is a bit labor intensive and more for one of those stay at home Jews. I have too much on my plate to attempt that one. Plus it just sounds yucky. I'm not sure what kinda animal a Matzo is and I don't think it's right to eat it's balls. When I told him I would make him Knishes he immediately said I love you. If I had know it was that easy, I would have cooked a knish for him sooner and perhaps would be married by now.

BTW, doesn't that look like Oreo (our cat)?????

Sushi, Diamonds and Exes, Oh My!

Last night we took my daughter out for her 12th to a Japanese restaurant. It was me, PC, my son, my daughter, PC's two kids and my ex husband Tony. (I can use his real name cuz there is like a million Tonys in the world.) It was a tad bit awkward but overall we had a good time. Tony was on his best behavior and put on a good show that he is not this bad guy and was oh so nice. He even bought PC and I a round of drinks. And when we went outside to leave, I could have sworn that he wanted to give PC a big hug and a kiss. (I think Tony likes you PC!!) PC and I agreed that he just didn't want to leave us and drive home by himself.

He also bought Taylor this elaborate gift, more for like a 16 year old. He had a necklace and earrings made for her in white gold, diamonds and blue sapphires and the sapphires were all cut from the same stone. Of course he didn't pick this jewelry out for her himself. He never had any taste or an eye for jewelry. His new girlfriend apparently has an Uncle in NY that hooked him up and made them for her. They were quite lovely but a bit over the top for a 12 year old. Yes, he out did me.

I got her two tickets to Sunday's Panthers game, a Panthers pink t-shirt and another long sleeve shirt for underneath. PC is taking her on Sunday to the game and a very large tailgate party with like 100 people there. There will be tons of food and she will have a good time. I also got her a MP3 player and went in with her dad on a $75 gift certificate for Deb, this store she likes to shop at.

PC got her TWO DS games that she wanted. All in all, she made out like a bandit. Oh, and I forgot that Tony's girlfriend got her a $20 gift certificate for some store in the mall that none of us heard of. He of course gave that to her at the table too. Keep in mind that my daughter has never met Tony's girlfriend face to face before and has only talked to her over the phone or computer at her dad's house. But hell, she'll take the gift. I get to have the fun taking her shopping with it. (Evil laugh) Like I said, she did very well for herself this year.

Roosters, Dogs & Other Random Thoughts

Ever since Saturday morning when I attempted to lift an iron table to move it, I have had extreme low back pain which has been radiating down my leg. I hate going to the doctor, so I have been taking some good drugs to combat the pain. I was hoping the problem would go away but it did not and I finally went to the chiropractor this morning to get it treated. I am glad I went because I feel a bit better but still very sore and stiff. So I took another pain pill and am trying to get through my day and focus on my files. Not so easy when your head is in the clouds and you're all loopy. The things that popped into my head and have come out of my mouth made perfectly good sense to me, but I am the one taking drugs here. The people around me might not understand my ramblings. I laid in bed last night talking with PC and as I look back on the moments I remember, I did not make one bit of sense. However, it all made sense to me. I am pretty sure that I referred to my ex as a scratching rooster. I could just picture his face on a rooster's body, popping out his head like a rooster and such. I could not stop laughing. Shortly after that, I fell asleep.

A moment ago I was looking online for a wedding gift for PC and I came across this book about Sarah Palin, which I am confident that he would have loved for a wedding gift. But alas, he sent me another one with Chuck Norris on it. This in turn, made me think of Hong Kong Phooney. (#1 Superstar!!) I sat at my desk laughing and immediately started searching for a good picture to remind me of what he looked like. Now I didn't put PC's head on Hong Kong Phooey or anything. That would be wrong. His head would fit better on perhaps Skeletor or He-Man from Masters of the Universe. But we all know that He-Man was totally gay. Not that PC is gay or anything but those cartoon charactors are the ones that popped into my head if I were to put his head on something.

So this brings me to my question. Am I more fun loopy or not? Do I make more sense on medication than not? Even though my thoughts are off the wall........are they really that off? Odd perhaps and slurred perhaps but are they really off the proverbial mark? To me, I make perfect sense.

I'll tell you one thing. These people who take drugs surely ain't gettin any in the bedroom, because I haven't wanted any. I'm not sure whether that has more to do with the back pain or the fact that I am tired and loopy all the time. If I tried to do it, I would probably fall asleep. (not because of you PC, cuz you Rock!)

Should I Worry?

I usually don't have anything bad to say about my sex life with PC. So this is a first for me but as I said last night, "I am soooo going to blog about this tomorrow." And being true to my word, I am doing so.

Last night, PC yawned during sex!! I mean during sex. Not that I am bragging or anything but this has NEVER happened to me in 40 years of living. (The first 16 of those don't count however.)

Needless to say, I immediately asked if he was bored. And.....this was immediately answered with a resounding NO. So I did what any woman would do. Tell him to get the heck off me. And.....this was immediately answered with a resounding NO.

So....what's a woman to do? That's right, finish the job and blog about it in the morning. However, after doing a bit of research I found the following news article on the subject: (Yes - I researched it.)

A Canadian poll found that only 12 percent of Canadians think yawning during sex is embarrassing compared with 30 percent who thought yawning while exchanging your marriage vows was the worst. They also found that yawning during marriage vows leads to yawning during sex, yawning during arguments and yawning during divorce proceedings.

I am not sure if I am more surprised at the fact that a poll was actually taken concerning the subject or the results of the poll. I don't know about Canadians, but this red-blooded American thinks that it's embarrassing to yawn during sex. For both the the yawner and the boring person laying beneath them. The rest of the poll speaks for itself.

Then I found another news article that told me that I needed to perform an erotic dance before bed to avoid another yawning incident. That's not going to happen!! My stripper days are over.

As I head down the isle in three weeks, I am left to wonder "Is he going to yawn during the marriage vows too?" This whole yawning thing obviously has a domino effect, as referenced in the article. Should I buy more coffee? Should I perhaps install a stripper pole in the bedroom? I've heard they are good exercise. No, that would not go with my decor.

I am open for suggestions people!!

The Strangeness That Surrounds Me

Let me start off by saying that I have been too busy to write anything as of late. I tell myself all the time, "I am sooo going to blog about that tomorrow". Then I get busy and forget. They really should put more government funding in this cloning thing, because I really need a couple more of me to do my bidding. There are just not enough hours in the day and the evenings seem to be getting shorter and shorter for me. This getting up at 5:10 am is killing me in the evening, especially my sex life. Sorry PC.

Anyways, here are some memorable quotes from the last few days from the various little (and big) monsters that I reside with for your enjoyment and pleasure.

"Mom, can you pull this hair out of my nipple?"
"If I find a loop hole in your rules, can I break them?"
"How do I sew these pants without sticking my finger with the needle?"
"Is that all we are having, salad, where's the protein?"
"Yes I ate all the brownies, you never told me I couldn't."
"I can't put the gokart away, it's stuck between two cars."
"I'm innocent, I tell ya."
"If I practice for 7 minutes, will you say I did it for 25?"
"Can I have the biggest piece?"
"Did the Alieve kick in, can we have sex now?"
"Can I taste all the dressings first and then decide?"
"Wanna have lunch?.......Thanks for paying."
"How do I know if you put my clean clothes in the hamper just to get me in trouble?"
"Do dogs eat coffee grounds?"
"My mom told me to hold it and go at your house."

Yes there are stories behind each of these and not enough time to tell them all. Such is my life. There is never a dull moment, that's for sure.

So here is my thought of the day:

When guys watch movies with any mention of sex or topic of sex in them, does this turn on some sort of switch that makes them want to have sex themselves? Who'da thought that watching the "40 Year Old Virgin" would elicit such a response. Not that I'm complaining mind you, I was just wondering.

In the midst of chaos and stress, PC never ceases to amaze me. He is one of the most caring and thoughtful individuals I have ever known.

I received another email from him today:

"If I could pick just one moment from all the days that I've lived and keep it fresh in my memory, I'd pick the moment I met you..."

We just finished going to the court house to get our marriage license. The State of North Carolina says since we paid our $50, we can now get hitched. Why do we need a license though? Why charge a fee to get married? Don't we pay enough with the marriage tax with the IRS? If anything, they should require a compatability test before you get married. Either way, I know PC and I would pass with flying colors. We were made for each other and I am truly blessed to have him in my life.

Pooping with a Purpose

I did not have too much time yesterday to tell you about the previous time Lefty had taught T1 a much needed lesson about taking him outside. Let me preface this by saying that my son likes video games. Well, perhaps that is an understatement. Anyways, one time Lefty was standing by the front door and needed to go outside. That is his usual spot. He will sit by the front door and just stare you down until you see him and take him outside to go. Well, this one time my son just walked right past him and went to play video games and ignored him sitting there waiting to be taken out. When T1 got up from his video games to go pee himself, Lefty went in the play room and gingerly and strategically squatted on top of T1's Playstation controllers. Lefty had managed to drop turds directly on top of each one of the controllers and nothing else. Not the carpet or anything else. Just on T1's video game controllers. So T1 comes in from using the bathroom and screams that the dog shit on my controllers.

Of course, I came running upstairs to see what he was yelling about. I was amazed at the precision accuracy of the poop which he had dropped right on each of his controller. You had to admire that!! I just stood there with utter amazement and looked at T1 and asked him when the last time he took the dog out was and didn't he see him down stairs earlier by the door. T1 responded at the time that wanted to play video games first and do what he wanted to do. Apparently, the dog had other things in mind and did what he needed to do to drive home his point. Once again teaching a lesson without destroying any of mom's things. tee hee.

Gotta love him.

I gotsa go poop!!

My dog Lefty is the best and smartest dog in the whole world. I know others of you think your dogs are the best and yadda yadda, but you're wrong. Lefty also has a sense of humor, rare for a canine.

It's my son's job to take out the dog, feed the dog and otherwise clean up after him. He gets paid for this job and pretty much does is faithfully on a daily basis. However, there are times when he gets busy, gets off track and ignores the dog. Last night was one of those nights. Apparently my son only took Lefty outside after he got home from school but never took him out again for the rest of the evening. So here we are trying to move some furniture around in DQ's room and set her room up a bit and Lefty was hanging out with us and then exited the room. All of a sudden we hear from the boy's room "Lefty's peeing on T1" "Oh my God". I rounded the corner to see what was going on and I see Lefty standing on top of T1, just starring down on him and peeing on him in the middle of his bed. Here he was just straddling him and starring him down and relieving himself with a purpose. I just knew what he was thinking. "So, you think you can go to bed and leave me to hold my pee until tomorrow morning, do ya? Well, I've got news for you big boy."

T1 was like, what are you going to do about it? I told him nothing. He admitted he had not taken the poor dog out since around 3pm and I certainly don't blame the dog. No one was downstairs to see him at the door and what was he to do? I am just glad that the cdog lose T1 rather than my new carpet. That would have sucked.

It is amazing what lessons Lefty can teach without saying a word. Yes, I washed the bedding last night and it's all clean now. Nothing got past the top sheet.

Today's Message

We have been so very busy lately and I have had a million things to do and not enough time to do it all. But the following is an email I got from my PC this morning. See, this is the reason I love him. I am one lucky woman!!!

PC wrote~

"If I had a single blade of grass for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in our yard."

I am Flippin Tired!!!

Well, we are all moved in and I must say two things. One, I am really really tired. Two, I have alot of "stuff". It took a 26' truck and a 17' truck to get all my stuff moved. That's right, just MY stuff and I actually ran out of room and had to leave a few things at the house still. Pretty pathetic. I really am not a pack rat person though. I have a place for everything and everything in it's place motto. I don't have a cluttered house. I just have alot of stuff that I have accumulated over the years. Probably more so that anyone I know. I need sleep.

The Princess Rides Again

I thought I would bring you all up to speed on the Princess and her petty games. This weekend the Princess had the kids and Saturday was soccer practice. My daughter is on PC's team along with his daughter. PC drove to his house to get his daughter along with mine to head out to soccer practice.

Now keep in mind, this is my ex's weekend with my daughter but he came over to my house to help fix my riding mower and to mow the grass for us. He spent allot of time finding out how to "rig" the mower and then proceeded to cut the grass (which was knee high) twice. This was very much appreciated by PC and I.

I wish I could say that the Princess was as accommodating and frankly, nice. But alas....wishes don't always come true. I digress.

So PC and my daughter get to his house and shortly thereafter, so does the Princess with her mother in tow to drop DQ off. So the Princess tells PC that she will not be taking the cat when we move because he doesn't do her any favors and has refused to help her the last three times she has needed his help. I think I blogged about the last two times. God, there are so many more I could blog about but my fingers would hurt and I would again become increasingly angry at the way she treats PC.

She had agreed to take DQ's long haired cat and we were going to keep the short haired cat and take him with us to the new house. My son has really bad allergies and his face puffs up and the whole nine yards around cats. We were going to keep the lesser of two evils, so to speak. That way, his daughter would be able to keep her cat, just at her mom's house.

All was fine and dandy until "the dresser". (evil music playing in the background) I have been blogging about this damn dresser for a while now. She tells him that because he will not give her the dresser, she will not take the cat. Her daughter's cat. Then she tells him that she doesn't want the dresser either and does not care about either.

Folks, this is not about a dresser or a cat. This is about power and control. Plain and simple. She does not like being told NO when she wants something. When she wants something, she expects PC to jump and get right to it. Well, as I said there is a new sheriff in town and it simply is not going to happen anymore. She does not like it and wants to play games.

The sad part is that she plays these petty games by using and hurting others, more importantly her own daughter. She put the blame on PC and told DQ that it was his fault she was not going to keep her cat. Knowing full well she agreed to take that hair shedding, puking, basket eating, unsociable cat. One thing should not have anything to do with the other, but when you are the Princess it all ties in together. PC then told his daughter the real story and why mommy doesn't want to take her cat. He could not let his daughter think badly of him when he has been trying to fight a battle of wits with an unarmed person.

So after soccer practice, he dropped DQ off back at her mom's house and apparently DQ confronted her mother with everything. Ring, ring, ring, PC's phone immediately rings. Why did you tell DQ all those things that she was not privy to and should not have known? Umm, because you made me out to be the guy who let her cat go to the pound. She was not a happy camper because she did not expect someone else to know about how she rolls and works.

Her last words were that she does not care about the cat or the dresser. So here is PC with a dilemma. One, he is not and can not take the cat on Thursday when we move. Time is ticking away and she knows it. I could care less about the dresser, it is the principle of it all. I told him to not engage at all with her. She knows she wants the dresser and she knows she does not want to be blamed for the cat going to the pound. She will call.

And.............last night he went over there to drop some schools supplies off and did not go to the door. She sent out one of the kids to get the stuff from him. Then she asked if they could talk later in the week. (As I said she would) He says ok and leaves.

Perhaps between now and then, she will get her head out of her ass and think about her daughter other than herself.

But I'm not holding my breath.

Why I Watch Sports

Why I watch sports.

Spefically, hockey.

Spefically, the Hurricanes.

Specifially, Cam Ward.

Specifically, Brookbank.

Spefically, Bayda.

Specifically, Eaves.

Specifically, their cute, tight, young little bodies skating around the ice, breathing heavy, sweating and knocking the hell out of people.

And apparently, I am not the only one. Check out: http://eyecandy.electrichyena.com/photos/main.php

Who really cares....They are both rich!!!

Come on, all day long I have read story after story about who is rich and who is not rich, as it relates to Nobama and McCain. Hell, they are both flippin rich. Who gives a rat's ass in the grand scheme of things? They both make more money than any of us combined. So has every other presidential candidate. Let's see, is Hillary rich? Why, yes she is. Is horse-faced Kerry (well maybe his wife is) rich? Why, yes he is. Was ole Ronnie rich? Why, yes. And what about all other ones? Yes, yes, they are all rich and wealthy. Who the hell cares?

So McCain doesn't remember how many condos he has. I don't remember either. Who has the time for all that? I'm lucky if I remember which child is which these days and I am not running for president of the free world.

Can't we focus on the real issues? The real issues being why I have to pay $2.29 for a dozen eggs when I only paid 89cents last year. Or more important than that, why did McCain's "gobble-gobble" neck disappear? No one mentions that he had plastic surgery. Isn't that news worthy and comment worthy? Doesn't that make him not only rich, but shallow too?

More Maryland Pictures

There were so many good pictures from our trip to Maryland, I felt compelled to share some more. Your right Allison, we are all such good looking people.

Yesterday PC and I took TMO to her open house at the middle school. She will be changing schools when we move and is afraid because she won't know anyone but IAB. We walked her around the school and met all of her teachers and they seemed really nice. The school was laid out well and I think she will get the hang of it. She is excited about having a locker too. I'm sure the novelty will wear off, once she gets tired of running back and forth to her locker between classes every day. Apparently, you can't bring your backpacks in the classroom and they need to be left in the lockers.

I go tomorrow to my son's high school to get all his classes chosen and walk him around his new school. My kids will be changing schools and PC's kids will be in their same schools. So it might take awhile for mine to adjust to being the new kids once again. We just moved to NC in 2005 and they were the new kids back then as well. I told PC that this is the last time I am going to move in a long time. I hate moving and packing and stuff. I want to stay in our new house for a good long while and look forward to it actually. Once the neighborhood is finished being built and all the trees grow in and foliage fills in around the neighborhood, it will really be nice.

Another good thing about our new house is the fact that there will be a city park across the street from our subdivision. That will be really great for exercise and activities for the kids as well.

Maryland Pictures

Here are some pictures from our trip to Maryland. I didn't want to go overboard on posting too many pictures, as I have alot of good ones from our trip. We went to the new house this morning for our walk through and I was reminded that we are moving next week!!! OMG I'm so far behind in the packing department. I hope I get it all done in time. This is the curse of accumulating allot of "stuff" over the last 40 years.

I picked up my wedding dress on the way home from work yesterday and it fits like a glove. I was so happy and excited. I just need to get the undergarments and I am all set. (And no, I'm not getting fishnets PC) I take the girls to get their dresses hemmed on Sept. 6th.

Am I wrong here?

Gosh I feel like I am constantly complaining here but I have come to realize that PC and I have been handed a life sentence of having to deal with our unreasonable and unbelievable ex spouses. I called my ex T to thank him for watching my house and my dog while we were gone to Maryland and I casually ask him if he had anyone over to my house. And he tells me yes, that he had the girl he is dating and her niece over to my house yesterday. Apparently they all met for breakfast nearby and then he invited them over to my house (my house mind you!!!) to see my dog and the cabinets in the kitchen and the granite and the flooring that he had installed. Blah, blah, blah....... I was not very happy about that one bit.
Now I don't know this woman or her niece and she is a stranger and for him to invite her into my home is weird and just not right. Am I wrong here in being mad? He thinks I am. He thinks I have no trust in him and his judgement and I am over reacting and blowing it all out of proportion. Am I folks? After I blogged about the Princess this morning and found all this out, I thought to myself that they really ought to meet each other. But then again, they would probably kill each other. But then again..............hmmmmmmmmmm.........I digress.
After I try to use logic on him and told him to reverse the situation, he tells me that he would have no problem if I brought PC over to his house and he met me there, etc. I was like you are a big fat liar. He did not even want to meet PC or have him even at my house until he was ready to do so and I respected that because he was not ready to even meet him. PC would not even want to go with me to T's house anyways, as it would be too awkward for him and a little weird. Why would she even want to go to my house (our house) to see what we had together? Seriously.
Am I being unreasonable here? Over reacting? In a nutshell, am I crazy? It is my house with my things and I trusted him and he agreed. That did not mean him and the person he is dating. I don't have anything against her, but I think it is a little weird for him to have asked and more weird for her to accept.

Maryland.......Not Just for Crabs Anymore

I was nervous about meeting PC's family but it was all for not, as they were very nice and extremely accommodating. (And no I am not just saying that either to be nice.) I know some of them read my blog but I say it like it is and don't hold back on anything. So here it goes.

The drive was really nice and the traffic coming into the area was not bad at all. The pretty lights of DC were cool and we could see the Washington Monument as we drove in. M's house was located in this established area with huge trees and lots of flowers and it just looked like a peaceful place to live and raise a family. Her home was warm and inviting and her and her husband J were very sweet. I don't think we could have been fed anymore food than we had at her house. There was always an offer to make us something, get us something and I really hope my dress zips after this weekend. I tried to offer to help with food, clean up, etc. but was always turned down. She is definitely the hostess with the mostess. Thank you so much for the hospitality.

The kids loved the pool and they also have a basement with a pool table and there was plenty for them to do. We got in late Friday night or shall I say early Saturday morning. I felt bad that we might be keeping her up, but she sat at the table chit chatting with us for awhile.

Saturday M & J had a boat load of people over to the house for a BBQ. And the chicken was not the only thing being grilled. After answering all the standard questions about how we met, how he proposed and alike, I had to start the process of remembering all their names and matching them all up with the smiling faces surrounding me. I think I did a pretty good job.

After drinking a couple glasses of wine (liquid courage), I sat back and listened to them all tell their various stories. Unfortunately, the stories were all being told at the exact same time. And believe it or not, they all understood each other and could follow along quite well. It sounded to me like a steady buzz of bees and I tried my best to just pick one conversation going on and try to interject when I saw an opening. Kinda like getting into a double dutch game, you gotta watch and wait for an opening and just jump in and hope not to fall on your ass.

One of my most favorite moments of the day is when I looked over and say my son sitting on the stairs with "S" and he was taking the time to explain the inner workings of something TS had drawn. Now most of you think this is just a given, nice people do these things. But my son TS has Asperger's Syndrome and allot of people (actually most) just don't take the time to talk to him or try to get to know him. At least that was always the case with my ex's family and allot of people frankly. It was refreshing to watch them take the time to talk to my son and he was really loving the attention and it was very much appreciated by me.

PC's sister was very sweet and her daughter (who is 4 1/2 going on 20) was the most inquisitive child I have every met. You can carry on a real conversation with her and sit back in amazement at her sense of self and sense of humor. What a treat she is. I just wanted to wrap her up and take her home with me. And...she bought me a ring that said "love" on it and gave me it the moment she saw me. She showered me with all these compliments and each time I walked away I had a smile on my face.

Everyone treated us wonderfully and we enjoyed each and every one of them. They rock and I can't wait to see them all again in October at the wedding.

Saturday night PC and I took his sister and just the girls to Inner Harbor in Maryland and did this boardwalk type thing. There was a battle ship and a submarine and stores and street entertainers and we had fun. I bought an ornament for my collection and we went to the Hard Rock to grab a bite to eat and a drink.

The next morning we woke up early and went on D & S's boat or should I say ship. His sister and her daughter met us out there too. It was just awesome. What a beautiful boat it was. It had a mac daddy kitchen and bathroom and was really nice. She even had matching towels with little boats on them. All the comforts of a very nice home. The weather could not have been any nicer and the kids had a great time and I had a great time too. M came along too and we all got the chance to chit chat and had lunch on the boat as well behind Pat Sajack's house. We were the "HAVES" for the day and it was nice not being a "HAVE NOT". We took lots of pictures and I will post a few as soon as I get them. Thanks to D&S for their wonderful hospitality. It was very much appreciated.

The drive home was long and we hit traffic a bit but made decent time and aside from IAB's extremely stinky feet ( And I mean really bad) we had no incident.

Princess Diaries Continued

Let me start off by saying that I didn't really want to start off my Monday with an entry in the Princess Diaries but I told myself that I would not deprive my readers nor myself without having set the strange for our wonderful weekend in Maryland.

I got off early Friday from work so I could get home, get packed, load up the Beast, get to the soccer field to watch the girls in the "world cup" soccer game, get back to PC's house to get the girls showered and then get on the road. We had a 5 plus hour drive to Maryland to visit PC's family. So here we are and I am upstairs packing and PC is loading up the Beast and I head downstairs to put in the truck and I see him pacing in the driveway on his cell phone. He's not a happy camper I say to myself. Is it work, I wonder? Have the computers at work crashed? Nope. I watch him for a minute as he continues to pace in my driveway with a very unhappy and frustrated look on his face. He hangs up and the poor man just looks drained.

Apparently the Princess was at the DMV attempting to get the title work done on the truck that should have been done months ago. So because she waited, the current mileage on the truck did not match the mileage on the truck when PC signed the title over to her and they would not do the title work for her. Now had she done the title work when he signed the title over to her and not sat on her ass and waited forever and day to do it, she would not have had a problem. But alas....this was not the case.

So here we are loading up and about to leave to make it to the soccer field to watch the girls (one of which is her daughter) play by 3pm and then get on the road and she is demanding that PC leave to go into town (about 30 minutes away) to the DMV office to sign the back of the title again in front of a notary. Now come on people!!! So PC tells her that we are packing up to leave, yadda, yadda, yadda..........all of which she already knew. So she lays into him and gives him crap about how he never does anything fort her and it is like pulling teeth, blah, blah, blah.......she took the entire day off work to get this done, blah, blah, blah.......

And then because she was losing that battle and he was not going to jump when she snapped her stubby little fingers, she throws in the coveted dresser!!! And.......PC gave in and said take the damn dresser. She wore him down and got her flippin way on the dresser. I mean, she had to win something right? Conversation over. She got her way and he caves on the dresser. Once again, she has got some damn nerve. And here is poor PC getting his butt whipped by her and taking it all in the name of "I want to make everyone happy." I'm sorry but her urgency is not his concern, nor is it mine.

So we get in the car and head off to the field to watch the girls play with my son. I am sitting there and I have this feeling that because he did not do what she wanted that she would purposely be late getting IAB back to the house so we could leave on time. So I figured I would make a bet on it. I'm a bettin woman after all. So I bet him a tank of gas for the Beast that the Princess would be late getting IAB to the house because she was mad at him.

That's right folks, I won that bet. I should have bet more than just the gas I guess, but I didn't want to be too greedy. She was about a half an hour late getting IAB to the house. Not to worry, we got on the road and headed off to Maryland.

Heading Off to Meet the Folks

It's Friday and I'm leaving work early to get home and all packed up for our trip to Maryland for the weekend. We get to drive The Beast on a road trip further than just the beach this time. He'll be happy about that. We are taking all four kids and I get to meet more of PC's family. I am looking forward to it, although I have to admit I'm a bit nervous. I hope they like me and my kids. Nothing a couple Valium won't cure, right? Kidding.

The girls are at their last day of soccer camp today and we will pick them up after their last game, get them showered (they really really stink) and get on the road. I have never been to Maryland either and that is another reason I am looking forward to the weekend. I love going to places I've never been and checking out the scene and surroundings. I am told we are going boating and downtown as well. It should be fun and hopefully I will be able to post some decent pictures on Monday. I won't hold my breath for good ones of me. I hate having my picture taken. I either have one eye half shut or I look like I have a double chin or something. I rarely am pleased with pictures of myself. The kids always look good when the pictures come back though and PC is handsome and always looks good too.

What I learned at my office birthday party.

I just came from our office birthday party. We have them every quarter and I am on this quarter's committee. I didn't volunteer for this duty but was recruited by the powers that be. The theme this time was the Olympics and I had my kids make the torch and the rings out of poster board and I bought 30' of flags to string around the room. I also made my famous spinach dip and sourdough bread. Yummy. People tell me it's good so I make it all the time. Kinda my signature dish, amoung other things.




I have a few friends that I socialize with here at work and we chit chat all the time and other than than, I pretty much stay to myself. I have little time to goof around. So it was nice to sit back and do nothing for a couple hours and take it all in. I sat back and observed people, listened in on their conversation and basically "sponged" the whole time.



Here is what I have learned after two hours of sponging.



M might possibly be gay and says he has a girlfriend but really he is lying.


M thinks J's ass is tight and A's is as well.


A is a trainer on the side and teaches yoga or some sort of stretching stuff.


L wants A to teach us all stretching exercises in the second floor room. (I agree on this one)


R wears a hearing aide but refuses to turn it on so he can hear anyone.

H doesn't brush his teeth and has stinky breath.

J is a loud mouth and bossed everyone around and had to have the food on the table in order of ethnic category.


JE thinks A has a nice ass too and wants him to train her.


Cupcake ice cream is good.


Strawberries and pretzels go well together.


M got his house broken into over a month ago and has not locked his door since because he doesn't know what "mitigate your damage" means and has not fixed the door lock.


The head of my company doesn't like anything but chocolate.


The AA ladies in our office only talk in Ebonics when they are around each other and no other times during the day. Weird.


C took a chocolate birthday metal when it was not her birthday and disappeared with it.


All men can't fix things just because they are men.





Anyone in need of a slightly used torch and olympic rings?

Latest Installment of the Princess Diaries

This dresser that the Princess wants to trade us must be pretty ugly because she has continued in her quest to swap it out for the one in DQ's room. She recently called PC and in her half ass effort to be funny, she told him that if he'll trade the dresser, then she'll take the other cat at the same time. If not, she'll take no cat.

PC says she was trying to be funny, but I know from experience that 50% of what she said is probably true. No it's not because I profess to know the Princess or anything. It's just that I have deduced over the course of living 40 years that half of what people say is usually how they feel. Even if they are joking and make comments, some or part of what they say is really how they feel and are just too afraid to come right out and say it to your face.

Now for all of you that know me, I hate cats. Hence, my email address. I will tolerate them for the right person and certainly PC is that right person. However, he has TWO cats. Lord help me, but there is only enough "right person" magic for one cat as far as I am concerned. Plus this second cat pukes all over the place and is quite hairy and sheds all over everything. Yuck!! Yuck!! Yuck!!

So a few months ago, PC and the Princess worked out a deal where she would take the pukey cat (although she does not know said cat pukes) and we would keep the cool cat or the one less likely to reek havoc on my home and belongings.

So now, in her effort to garner what is now the coveted (but cheap) dresser, she is implying she will not take the second cat if he does not trade her the dresser.

But wait..........she said he "promised" she could have the dresser a year ago. Which of course means that she mentioned it to PC (a man) in passing and never made mention of it again and a year later says he promised her the dresser.

With that rationale, she "promised" to take the pukey cat a couple months ago. Doesn't our more recent "promise" supersede hers from over a year ago?

What to do.....what to do......I say put the cat in one of the dresser drawers a few days early and have her come and get it. But wait, that would not work because she would then call him and ask about the key to get in. And if she couldn't get in, she'd then ask him if he could get the dresser and deliver it to her house. You all think I am being facetious, but am I?

So it comes down to the dresser or the cat.

Spelling is Overrated.

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All Our Ex's Should Live in Texas

I can't sit here and reserve all my time for just the Princess. She is triffling, however my ex is just as bad. If the Princess was not already shacked up with her lover, I would introduce them. They are very much alike.

I got home on friday evening after the concert (we went directly after work and did not come home first) and saw a wrapped gift on the kitchen counter. T had told me that he got me a surprise as well as the kids and I never gave it much thought. So I opened the paper to find a Christmas ornament from the Biltmore Estate. Now let me tell you that I collect ornaments and have been collecting them since 1978. Needless to say, I have alot of them. I buy them from everywhere I go and bring them back form my travels. So I look at this ornamant and realize that he has brought this back for me from his weekend with a woman last weekend. Not that I care about the woman or who he jets off with in the slightest. What bothered me was the fact that I had asked and begged him for the three years we lived in NC to take me to the Biltmore. I had begged him for years to take me anywhere frankly and he never did. When I say never, I mean never. He and I spent 12 plus years together and NEVER went away together without the kids. Not even for one night. I digress.....

So I am holding this thing and I had the sudden urge to shove it up his................ok, I know it wouldn't have fit anyways. But it was a nice thought. He bought me a souvenir from his weekend with a woman. Am I the only one that thinks that it's weird? I mean I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't take PC to the Richard Petty driving school (something he's always wanted to do) and get a video of him driving around turn one, etc. and bring it back for T. (Yes, T's a NASCAR guy). Come on people!! The funny thing is that I know T did not mean anything by it. He was trying to be nice and bring me back an ornament. I know, I know. You're all saying "He's a guy Kay". Yes he is and a stupid one at that.

So, should I keep the ornament or re-wrap it for him for Christmas?

The Princess Diaries

Believe it or not, I could not wait to get to work today. Not because I love my job, which I do. No, I could not wait to get to work this morning to get away from the house, kids, packing, chores, running around and the miriad of things I have looming over my head. I have a list that would make any Supermom cringe. Plus I couldn't wait to get in front of the computer to blog about our weekend.

Let's start off with Friday and the Wilco concert. PC and I had dinner and a couple drinks at the place we got engaged before hand. Well, I had a couple drinks. He just had one because he drove. The weather was beautiful and I was relieved since lately it has been like a sauna here. You could smell the pine trees every now and then and it was "nice". I say "nice" because the lead singer of Wilco kept saying everything was "nice". It was a little odd. I know he is clean and sober now but come on, you can interject something stonger than "nice" in there somewhere. After the concert, we went and got coffee at Borders and I got cookies. Gotta love those soft huge cookies they sell. Yum. We got there with one minute to spare before they closed. Anyways, that was friday nite.

So now let me tell you about our Saturday morning. Here we are dead asleep and PC's cell phone rings. It was a little after 9 I believe. He just jumps out of bed like he heard the fire bell at the firehouse and was going to slide down one of those poles. I kinda stirred but kept my eyes shut and rolled over. Apparently he missed the call. So he looks to see who it is, thinking that it might be his office. (They have been having ALOT of computer problems there lately) Nope it is not his office, it's the Princess.

So do you think he closes the phone and comes back to bed? Nope. Do you think he waited to hear the message to see what it was about? Nope. Do you think he went pee first? (I mean everyone has their morning rituals) Nope.

No he calls the Princess back and walks into the bathroom to talk to her and I laid there listening. Well, apparently DQ had taken the scooter or some ride on toy over to PC's house and left it there during the week. The toy or scooter belonged to one of her lover's kids and the kid wanted it back. So she asks him if he is home. Nope. She tells him that she needs to go over to his house and get back the toy and needs to get inside the house. (They live in the same neighborhood and close enough to spit on each other. But don't get me started about that right now. ) PC proceeds to tell her that IAB should have a key and that if he doesn't then there is a key under some rock. Now this is something that she has been told before many times and she knows this. Nothing has changed since I met PC. So here is the kicker. She asks him if she can't get in, can he come home and get the item and bring it to her!!!!

It is Saturday morning. He is in bed with me at my house, which is about 25 minutes away from his house. She has woken him up out of a dead sleep for this shit. He responds to her by saying if IAB doesn't have the key and you can't find the other, call me back. WHAT!!!??!!?!?!?!? Call me back? What the hell.

Needless to say, I sat up and was NOT a happy camper. And yes there was a much needed discussion between myself and PC. Namely, that her urgency about her lover's kid's scooter was not his concern. He should never have left the door open or given her the impression that he would even consider driving home to get a damm scooter. Not to mention the fact that he jumps on calling her back in the first place. How and the world does that make me feel? She has some nerve, as I have said many times. His response was that he knew the key would be there and that he would not be getting a call back and that he did not want to cause a fight. Well, my point was that he should have listened to the message first before immediately calling her back. He would have then determined that it was not important and came back to bed. Let her handle it herself, knowing full well that she has called for just this type of thing before. (Many times since I met PC) She knows and has known how to get in the house to get what she needs or wants. But she wants HIM to get it for her or do it for her.

Well folks, there's a new sherriff in town. I wear the hat and I wear the star. Things WILL change. She will not be getting her way anymore. She will not be taking advantage of him anymore. He has a life, just like she has a life. He is not going to roll over and bark for her when she wants him to. It is all about respect. She has no respect to him, his wants, his desires or the fact that he has a life. It is all about HER. Unfortunately for her, it is now all about US.

Wilco Tonight

PC and I are going to see Wilco tonight. I saw them back in 2005 and they were one of the best bands I had ever seen live, as far as sound quality goes. I saw them in a small venue in Florida at the time. Tonight they are playing outside at the ampetheater. I was thinking that we were going to sweat our butts off but the weather changed overnight and it is really supposed to be nice. I am excited. This will be the second concert I have been to with PC. It is nice to go with him because you can really tell he enjoys himself and enjoys me. I always feel comfortable to let loose and have fun. I really don't worry if he thinks I am weird or anything, because I know I'm weird and apparently he's ok with it. Does that make him weird too?

Before we head off to the concert, we are going to get a drink and some food. Since we commuted to work and he has my car, I told him to park it near my office and go into this local bar and have a seat as if he is there by himself. I will meet him there and see if I can't use a pick up line on him. I have some good ones you know. I want him to pretend like he doesn't know me and meeting me for the first time and see where it goes. Yes, I know. We aren't even married yet and we are resorting to role playing. Hey, don't knock it!!

What makes her so damn special?

PC got a call from his ex this morning and during the conversation she asked him if he would switch the dresser he has at his house for DQ with the one she has at her house. Stating that the dresser at her new house does not match the other stuff in DQ's room and the one at PC's house would match better.

Now let me say that the dresser at PC's house is a light maple color with nickel pulls but certainly not Ethan Allen by any means. She wants to switch it for a pine colored dresser that does not match her room frankly at either house. If the dresser does not match at her new house, what makes her think it would match at our new house? I am sorry, but she's got nerve.

I just finished painting DQ's room at her dad's house, organizing it, buying all new bedding, pictures and essentially making it nice for her. Something I'm also going to be doing again in the near future at our new home. So his ex wants the better dresser at her home, so DQ's room at HER house looks more put together and we get stuck with the reject. Give me a damn break. I have seen pictures of her house and have seen her decor choices first hand, er go, the reason for this blog.