Dream Log

I had the most grotesque dreams lastnight. Seriously horrid. I was on vacation at the beginning. I was travelling with another lady, but not my sisters or anyone I knew. She was cracking me up because we were going to go and hang out at the pool. She was all dressed and ready to go, but was cleaning our hotel room. I mean CLEANING. She had brought her own spray cleaners and was even scrubbing down all the seats. I kept teasing her that she was a germ-a-phobe (or whatever you call that) and she kept denying. So I snuck out and went to the pool.. but didn't make it to the pool. At the end of the hallway there were a bunch of religious relics and a huge cathedral. I was looking at all the relics. Little odd looking statues (about 6-10 inches in size) made from a very ashen material. They were effigy's of different evil people. I've been reading with Alex about the mound people and the different things they would bury with the dead, so it must be from that.

While going through the boxes, a little boy walked up. He kind of looked like Alex, but didn't. I think it was that creepy kid from the scary movie.. I have no idea what it was called. He had on a black cloak and kept staring at me. I left, but it was dark outside now. I don't remember everything from this point, but there was a man that wanted to murder someone. He did and he became evil. From the body of the other man, evil demons were coming out of his stomach. they looked like humans, but when you would look up close their skin would be melting or they had other deformities. It was just gross, and they were everywhere around the pool. His girlfriend showed up, and it upset him because he realized now that he was evil there was no way he could be with his girlfriend. He tried to help her escape, but the evil demons were after her. She was hiding, but they had this spray which detected virgins (I know, this is nuts I am whack). They would spray it in the air, and this really high pitched screaming siren noise would sound out where the girl was. It was really odd. I just remember all the creepy sounds, and I woke up. I have no idea if the virgin survived :) lol

So that's my dream log du jour :)

Dearest Journal:

Wow, it has been a long time since I've rambled to you. And it's not that I haven't wanted to. I'm on Facebook now, but I can't really vent my hostilities there.. so I'm sorry but you're it :)

It's the same old stuff. On a good note, my brother has entered a 12 month rehabilitation program, and he's doing great. He's 3 months sober now, and that's amazing for him. He used to act better than everyone else in those lame expensive rehabs of the past, but he is finally realizing he has a problem. Losing everything, including his precious camaro, has been very humbling for him. I get custody of him on Saturdays for about 4 hours, and it has been great to spend time with him. I hope he continues on this road :)

Otherwise, not talking to my mother. See... My sister, married 23 years, found out her chauvinist husband has been seeing $300 per hour escorts for the last few years. And not just now and then! We're talking weekly, up to a couple/few times a week. Addict crazy kind of stuff. I put a keystroke tracker on his computer and got all of his passwords and emails and such. He had women in AZ, TX.. and local. Just crazy. So he left town for 3 days, and when he came back she was gonnnnne. It took 3 shifts of movers, but we did it. But they're talking again. He's going to therapy. So, whatevers. To each their own.

During this time my mother found out from my dad.. who overheard from me... about the affairs. She get mad at MEEEE because my sister was not confiding in her, or turning to her for comfort. WHAT? OK, first it's not MY fault my sister is BFF's with my other sister. They're like 1 year apart, that's what happens. But why am I getting the blame? And SECOND.. and I enlightened her.. why would my sister turn to her for comfort.. when she cheated on my father repeatedly?? I mean c'mon! So she's mad at me for pointing that little tidbit out. Meh. Whatever. I've never called her on it, so it was time for me. I'm old and have no tolerance for anything anymore. If you're acting like a total dick, I'm going to call you on it :)

Um. Otherwise, everything else is the same. The other sister is going on and on about how 'she knows' how the other sister feels.. having been cheated on by 2 of her previous husbands. The difference is that she's a bitch, the sister that has been married 23 years is not. So I'm having to keep away from her because I get tired of the man hating rampages she gets into. Every time she says, "All men are pigs!".. I just want to stab her in the eye. Hag.

But Mister and Monkey are doing super great. Everything within my walls is beautiful and happy ;) Even my dad is behaving somewhat. Other than the usual rantings about Obama and whatever else he can conjure up.. it's all good. Everyone is entitled to their rantings.. maybe he needs a blog :)

Hope you're doing great journal. It's mighty quiet out here these days.
xoxoxo
NV

Hi Blog :)

Dear Blog,

I know, I'm a horrible blogger. I'm sure you missed me. I'm cheating on you with Facebook. It will probably end.. but I can't guarantee. Or maybe I'll give you both up, you never know. But I do like that I can tell you things without EVERYONE knowing. That's a plus. You can be my little secret ;)

So my sister is going through a horrible time in her marriage. Stuff and things going on. Things she isn't supposed to find out about. And she's.. thinking. I feel bad for her, it's pretty awful. I gave my mom a tiny bit of knowledge, so she would stop trying to pick a fight with her for not calling her. When you're going through a horrible time... my mother is not the kind of mother you want to call to talk about it. But I was wrong in telling her anything, and should have just let her explode about her not calling. Because now I am in trouble for 'keeping secrets' and she went off on me. ?! My mother is insane. So I stopped talking to her last week, told her to 'think about how insane' she is being and hung up. I didn't tell my sister, last thing she needs to hear about is argument #49854 with the insane mother. But did that stop mom? Uh, no. She told my sister today that we're arguing. Bitch. I didn't ask what reason mom gave, I just went onto the next subject. I'm curious to know what mom told her. Surely not that she's being a total c*nt because my sister isn't telling her the WHOLE story about why she and her husband are fighting. I really can't stand that woman. I'm so tired of her nicey-nicey facade she puts on around us, and then she talks shit behind our backs. Bitter nasty old woman. So, there's that.

Little Monkey has been sick all week, spiking fevers of 102.6. Finally last Friday the doctors gave him an antibiotic.. and he's better. But it sure took them long enough! I hate when he's sick, I feel so bad for him. And I constantly pester him checking his temperature and asking 1001 questions about how he feels. But he's good now, and I finally got to go grocery shopping yesterday. Yay.

My brother entered a 1 year long rehab program. So that's awesome. He has been there for 1 month so far. And he plans on staying the full program. It's paid for by the state, they have to do volunteer work at the Salvation Army and Harvester's.. and places like that. I don't think he'll want to continue on as a chef when he gets out. He's kind of talking about missionary work. I don't know what criteria they have for that.. but if it works for him I'm happy. He seems to have gone from one extreme to another, but if it doesn't involve drinking I'm all for it. I know they are really nice to him there, and he's taking it so seriously. Everyone is so much happier knowing he's there and getting the help he needs.

Everyone else is doing great. It's all I know for now :) I hope you're doing well blog. Could you call my mother and tell her what a crazy bitch she is? I'd really appreciate it. It's really festering right now. I just don't understand how someone can be so mental, it does not compute.

Dear journal :)

I know it has been a while since I've been here. Have been farting around a bit on Facebook. Meh. But it's damn hot right now and I fear going outside :)

Up thingies:

My brother entered a 1 year long program for addicts. I have no idea what it's like, but I'm just so happy he is somewhere he will be taken care of. For the first 2 months he can't visit with anyone, can't leave..nothing. After that he gets to leave during the day with the services and they work at Harvesters (they handle donated food stuffs), charity houses and such. He had reached the bottom, even wrecked his car. He wanted to check himself in, and was very much into it. So.. I'm actually going to pray on this one. I don't like to pray a lot, I figure the Big Man is very busy. I like to save it for the important stuff.. call in my favors when needed :)

Monkey Boy won another match in tennis today, so that's good. He's still learning, but trying very hard. It was so damn hot and it was at an outdoor tennis court. Our little tennis club is indoors, but those country clubs shove the tennis players outside ;) Bwahahha. Calculate this.. it's 7:00pm right now and the temperature is 95.. heat index 110. Humidity is 56%. That's just nuts-o. Imagine what it was like at 2:00pm when he had to play.. and you will feel his pain :)

Bad thingies:

I think I'm a social retard :) Sitting at the tennis match today, I just can't socialize with those women. Rambling on and on about how busy their social calendar is and how they just feel like a chauffeur sometimes. Snarling sarcastically about how once they leave they have to run this kid here and that kid there and bla bla bla. Why have kids if you're going to bitch about it? Why book them in all these activities if you're going to bitch about it? Wait, cuz you like to bitch about things? I just like fun people. I must be a redneck :)

Um, that's about it. I'm growing many things outside. I need to take some updated photos. I'm having the worst luck with strawberries. Little fuckers. I bought roots, and they were ass. So I am trying some seeds now. I also bought seeds for a giant redwood. I'm giddy! Some guy 30 minutes north of here has one which is 10' round. I can do it! I wanted to start from seed to make it more exciting. And some other really amazing plants. Will udpate later as they grow ;) This page will now become my gardening journal.. as it is my new phase :) I guess until August.. when everything is so hot I won't be able to go outside and will just let it all die. MWahahahaha!

Well, journal, be well. One day maybe I'll tell you what a prick my sister's husband is.. and what he's up to. Not sure it will mix in with my gardening info.. but it will sure make it more.. um.. lurid?

xo

Crappy.

I called the police station to see what the results were for my brother's video hearing. And he was there in the cell waiting for his time. It was at 6:00, and he was still waiting. And I felt bad, because she said he was in the cell near her.. confirming he was there. I can't feel bad, it's his own stupid fault.. but I do. He's such a shit.

Oh well. Reason #1 that Alex is an only child :)

Brain Download

So, diary, the brother is in jail. I know it's a bad thing, but I'm glad.. I just hope he stays. We got the call last Wednesday that he wanted us to come and bail us out. "I left $500.00 in my car, and the bail is $500.00. Come and get me." So I called the police station, because if he had been arrested for an unpaid ticket or something I would have. But the lady explained that, "He crashed into a car and left the scene of the accident. We arrested him at his apartment but could not give him a DWI because he was no longer in the car." Of course. His luck amazes me. Thankfully it was a parked car and nobody was injured. He pleaded not guilty in his video court thingy on Friday, so today he had another video court. Hopefully when I call they will tell me what the results were, so I know if he's out and about or not. I know it's a shit thing to say, but I do hope they keep him. I was so angry when dad took him to get his car out of the impound as it is, we actually got into a fight over it. "He needs a car to work.." is his argument. He's dad, I get it, he wants his son to work it out. It's so sad really how his mood changes when we find out what Adrian is up to. But I know he's going to kill someone in that car one day, and it may not only be himself.


So while he was sober dad was trying to think of things to keep his mind occupied. They decided, with Mother's Day coming up, that Adrian could sell the teacup flower pots I made. lol. So they went to Wal-Mart and bought 20 of them and all the flowers to go in them. Sadly to say, I'm not stuck with 20 flower pots. I tried selling them at our CVS last week out of the Scion, and they chased me off. I'm just going to clean them and do a return at Wal-Mart. My sister is the queen of returns, she's going to help. I hate returning anything, makes me want to cry. Especially 15 or 16 pots. A couple sold, and I gave some away :)


We did go to my brothers car, to see if the idiot really did leave $500 in there. It was $320.. cash. I took it and gave it to my dad, as he owes him $600 anyway. Better we get it or it's towed while he's in jail. I know, cold hearted. Tack on all the bills for the foo-foo rehabs and multiple cars he has wrecked over the years... that $320 felt good :) After I return the pots he'll actually break even on the flower deal so it's a good thing.


Saw the cute Kia Soul the other day at the Dollar Tree. The lady caught me taking a picture. She was very excited, she had just picked it up that day :) Now if she could just get rid of the 2 bratty kids that got into the car with her.. I would have envied her for a moment :) But she blew it.

Mother's Day was very nice. Although it rained. Invited mom and step over for seafood pizza. Dad isn't feeling too good this week, so he had fun harassing them. Although my mother's flirting and reminiscing is starting to get a little nauseating. If she goes back to my dad, I have news for them... HE IS MOVING OUT!!! They can get their OWN little love bungalow. The other day she came over without my step, he was off doing something. She was in dad's room and they're all chatty-chatty for over an hour. Then the step came and said, "Ha! I caught you in your ex-husband's bedroom!".. and they all laughed. Freaks. If I catch them in a threesome... I am moving out!!

Oh...

And playing with the dogger. He goes insane-o for his new bubble machine.

Stuff-n-Things

I bought the coolest tea cup flower pot at Wally World this week. I bought one for my mother for Mother's Day.. then had to get myself one also. Because I'm a spoiled child. And a photo of the salmon MrNV missed out on lastnight. Ha Haaaaaaaaa! My son's odd friend. They found the Hannah Montana shirt.. yeesh.

Getting screwed by Shutterfly

At the end of 2008 I bought a prepaid 10cents per photo card on Shutterfly. I have about 250 prepaid prints, there are 2 specials I purchased. Whatever, they hang onto the credit for a couple years. So I thought it would be cool to print all of the Senior photos I took for my friend's daughter as a gift. However, wallet sizes (there were only about 20 of those) were like 18 cents per page (4 per page) so they wanted to charge me for those. But the prints were 'free'.. since I already had a credit. And including shipping.. then wanted $89! That's basically me paying for only wallet photos and shipping.. regular shipping. WTF?! So I want to Sam's Club online, uploaded all the stuffs... and ordered a total of 333 photos. Cuz I can, so shut up. Included even more wallets... and only paid $47.30. That INCLUDES priority mail shipping, they wouldn't send the large order to the store I had to order them for delivery. But is that insane? Because that total includes all the photos, no credits. How the hell does that even work?! I can't even imagine what the total would have been had there been no credit with Shutterfly, there were about 230 prints I wasn't even being charged for. I got to splurge at Sams', and STILL saved money!

I tell you what. I love Sam's Club more and more every day. I don't care what people say... they save me money and I'm shallow like that :)

Polo ponies.

Holy cow. I hear now that all of those polo ponies that died were not killed intentionally. The pharmacy mixed their supplements incorrectly, and so all of the horses died of internal bleeding. That is so horrid. It's no wonder that my father checks all of his pills every time they are refilled. Too bad he has no idea about what I'm putting in his food... mwaahahahah!

Big jerk.

The lady up the street, who 'didn't have an affair' with her roofer... now has the roofer living with her. And he's a real turd. For example, it's pouring down rain right now. He is standing in front of the house with a big broom and is brushing all the sweet gum balls that are drifting down the current along his driveway. Nevermind that they are now collecting in huge mounds in front of his neighbors house.. and they are an elderly couple. He's such a dick. And nevermind that you can be fined for sweeping them into the drain. I get it, they're a pain in the ass.. but don't push the problem along to your neighbor. That's just rude. I can't say MrNV has never swept any into our drain, but the drain is at the edge of our driveway. He would never sweep them in front of the neighbors house.

And WHAT is it with the guy across the street? He mowed his lawn yesterday, and dumped all the clippings into mounds around his trees. C'mon. I don't mind tree-huggery things, but that seriously looks like shit. Why not just start throwing your trash out there too? I wish everyone was as perfect a neighbor as I am :) Bwaaaaaahaha! I'm going to pay the kids this weekend to bag up sweetgums and we're gonna dump them all in slutty-roofer's driveway! Yeahhhh!

Flippin' door nightmares

So the Mister is having work done on the house. Started with replacing siding and painting. We want to make the house a warmer color, other than the grey tone it is now. I made the mistake of reminding him that we wanted to replace the front door.. when he mentioned doing all the wood out there. Agg. So we have an amazing stained glass window above the front door. It's made of huge chunks of glass, it has to be no less than 6" thick. For some reason the previous owners put a huge piece of glass over it, and nobody notices it now because of the glare. So I have been whining to have the glass cover removed since we moved in. It's all going to be done at the same time. We're adding a more gutsy frame around it. So now it's the door. I don't know what I was thinking when I suggested we replace it. Mister thinks I have skill in photoshop and I've morphed at least 30 doors onto the house. He hates mine, I hate his.. and the ones we agree on.. we hate when we wake up the next day.

So this is a photo of the house today. And you can see how beautiful the window is from the inside, and I really wish all the colors were seen from the outside! And yes, we're having the bricks fixed on the wall so no bitching about that.
















We really wanted something very antique and unique looking. We checked out a really amazing store downtown, but for just the single doors they wanted $700-$1000. And they needed work! Then someone sent us to a re-store kind of recycling place. Wow, amazing deals.. but no perfect door.

These are some of the options I eked out. Excuse the missing spiral in this photo, it was taken last Fall after it had died. In some I tried to fake a paint job, or add some trim. Whatever. Any votes out there in blogger land? If you hate them all... ZIP IT!

Piano Recital

Can't get Youtube to link the silly video, so here is Le Monkey banging on the piano.

Sigh..

Dear Journal :)

Had to kick out my brother Saturday night. Turns out he was sneaking in liquor in his Propel bottle. He was stumbling around the kitchen drunk, so out he went to sleep in his car. He left Sunday after sleeping it off. I'm sure he'll show up here again. He was asleep in the grocery store parking lot in our neighborhood lastnight. Yes, my dad paid for rehab 3 times and he also went to a state sponsored rehab. No, there is nothing we can do. He's 50.. when is he going to take responsibility for his own life? Ugh. My neighbors. I can only imagine the crap they're thinking.

Another friend called for money over the weekend. I picked her up and we sat at Sonic and I listened over a burger. Odd how people are broke, yet are putting up new garage doors and just had all of the rooms in their house painted. She only asked for $100, so that's all I gave her. She was crying and frantic on the phone, I have no idea what's going on. Her husband is laid off from Ford, but don't they still make 80% of their income or something? And I went by her house after, she wanted me to see the painted rooms. Her husband was as charming as usual, didn't even look away from his computer to say hello. Blah. Sometimes I wonder how some couples stay married.

On a positive note, Monkey did just fine at his recital Sunday. He was frustrated that the song was easy, so we're going to ask for something more challenging for the next recital. Poor kid :) So his name is now Maestro :)

Useless.

My brother is still staying with us. He randomly looks for jobs, and has been doing odd jobs for my sister. He stayed with her Sunday night.. she can only let him sleep over when her husband isn't around so he doesn't know. Pussy. Of course it's OK for us to take on the burden, and for me to have to deal with MrNV NOT being too happy about it. That's OK to her. So today he's 'tired' because he helped her plant flowers yesterday. It's 2:00, and so I yelled down to see what he was up to. "Watching TV". He's in our work room, it's actually a downstairs living room. Carpeted, even has a fireplace. But we vamped it into a work area with our giant printer and tables. It's nice enough. But you know what? That cable box will be shut off by Friday if fucktard doesn't start looking for 1- a new place to live and 2- a fucking job.

So then there is Todd's brother's widow. She has been laid off. Nice enough, I like her. But we're giving her boyfriend work so that they have money. Money that, at this point, they are working off. "Oh, we're gonna be there tomorrow at 8am".. this I hear all the time. And it's OK, it motivates me to get up early so that I'm ready. But.. here it is 2:00.. no show.

So. Whatever. I'm so fucking tired of moochers I can't stand it. Everyone wants money, but nobody wants to ever do the right thing to earn it. Give me give me give me. Just because I'm not broke and am able to be an at home mom, does NOT mean that I don't still work. MrNV and I do what needs to be done every day. We are still running a tile business, and MrNV has that other 'stuff' he does :) He's on the phone constantly setting up 'things' :) We don't call people asking for favors. Never have I ever asked a friend for money. My dad helped us out a few times when we started our business, I always paid him back. Even MrNV's dad helped now and then, and we paid him back.

I'm just mad. Not making much sense, but I'm just pissed. And I feel like a busy body bitch if I go down and see if he's drinking. But if I don't, then he will and then I'll be pissed for not checking. And it's all just so fucked up. And where else is he supposed to go? I can't just kick him out with a mission to ... go there. Cuz there is no there to go to. He shows up drunk at my house, and everyone just expects me to take him in. And if I don't then .. then what? Nothing really. The last time the cops kept him overnight, he ended up back at my house in a cab. He conned my neighbors out of cab fare, and that is just embarrassing. He showed up and I didn't answer the door. He vanished for a bit, and then the cab left. Turns out he told my neighbors the he AND I were locked out and that he needed $ for the cab and that we would pay him back. I mean.... what do I do? Seriously? He has no job, so where is he going to go? And if he goes to some shelter, he'll just get kicked out and show back up here again. All because my husband's brother died a few years ago and was a drug addict. So he feels guilty that he didn't do enough for him, and half-heartedly feels my stupid brother is his redemption or something. Yet he still gets mad at me because my brother is a drunk and we bicker about it.

Then top it off with my dad. Luckily he likes my dad 80% of the time, and he is staying in his room right now. He's just as depressed that his son is a fuck up.

...sigh....

And then there is my son. What kind of fun is it having the drunk uncle around? That you can't get rid of.

I really did hurl!

I wouldn't bother posting this, but it says I have 666 posts. I need to do something quickly! But lastnight when I went to bed.. I really did hurl! And I never hurl! And I know it's because of Obama's dog. I don't think I have thrown up since MrNV and I ate some bad Mexican food.. and that was before Monkey was born. Amazing. I ate a left-over chicken enchilada my mother made. I just need to stop eating Mexican food. ..sigh..

Reason 4,998 that I'm a bad parent.

Soooo. Yesterday I went to get my hair did. When I go in I take Alex so he can get a hair cut. When she did my highlights and such, she had mixed too much blond. So while she was doing Monkey's hair she added a couple tiny bits of blond. Bwahaha! You really can't tell, she did it just to torment him. I don't go platinum, so it's a natural color. He thought it was funny. She said there is a boy at the salon, he has been getting highlights since he was 7. Yeesh. Anyway. I'm a bad mom :) And I am absolutely raising a metro male ;) lol

Hurling...

If I hear one more story about Obama's dog.. I'ma hurl. And I'm serious. For starters.. he's not a pound puppy.. which I thought he promised to adopt? Secondly.. I just don't care. Does that make me a bad person? I just don't care about what kind of pet is in the White House. He could have rats, dogs, peacocks or lice... I Do Not Care!

Misc Crap

This is a mural MrNV made.. 'Flaming June'. And some pastries my father brought home from Andre's.. yummy! I eated the bunny. And my office is finally finished. While it was under construction-chaos I decided to take the pc apart and clean it. I almost went with the green color in the photo for my office, but ended up with a honey-butter kind of color. I love it. But I love that pillow and I was trying to match the colors. It's OK, I still love the pillow. I should have taken a before/after photo.. but it was just such insanity before. And now I'm waiting for the perfect chair to go in front of my desk. I'm just never happy :)

Happy Belated Easter

It rained here, boo! Had a bunch of friends over for dinner, and were forced to do an indoor Easter egg hunt. Bah. And I love the 2 chocolate bunnies, because they only have one eye! Cyclops bunny! Wheeee! They were grand prizes for the weenies. Oh, and yes, the oil painting is of my father. It's a famous painting, he had himself painted into it. I love it, it's hilarious. We call it his shrine. Tee-Hee

Ha! Still not working!

Alex's PS3 has been misbehaving lately, and yesterday wouldn't play his games at all. We took it to Best Buy and it was not working for them either. Soooo... I whipped out my trusty extended warranty (expires in December) and got a whole new system. Actually an upgrade, it's 80gig verses the 40gig we had. Bwahaha! I did pay for a new extended warranty.. but that's OK. I didn't pay $400 for a new system.

Bring it!! I'm STILL in a good mood!

You're trying... but you'll not win evil demons! :)

OK. So my mom and dad got into a fight lastnight, because my dad insinuated that her real father was an alcoholic.. and so it's HERRRR fault that my brother is an alcoholic. Nice. So while I was working yesterday I heard, "FUCK YOU!" and the door slammed. And the funny thing is that she's a proper English lady.. and never cusses. The guy helping me actually started laughing... because she sounded so funny. So today I get an email that she's not coming to Easter. ....sigh.... Kids. I tell you. So now it's MY job to placate my mother and make her all happy again so that she will not ruin Easter.

And my ceiling still looks like shit.

But I'm still in a good mood. Although twice a year I get a migraine, and today is the day. If I don't make any sudden movements... I still feel somewhat alright. I'm serious, I'm not giving in. I'm in a good mood, and I MEAN IT!

That's all you got?

Friday: Hubby leaves town for work.

Saturday Night: Brother shows up drunk in front of my house. Passed out in his car.

Sunday Night: Cops show up, flashing lights and all, at 10:30pm to investigate why there is a drunk guy passed out in front of my house. I'm advised he either comes in or will be taken away.. and his car towed. Which in the end costs the family $$... so drunk brother is now asleep on my basement floor.

Monday: The guy doing my office ceiling is sick, so my office will remain plastic covered chaos yet another day. Dad makes me unwrap his legs, his doctor told him he had to wait until Tuesday. They are better.. but .. well... really gross.

Tuesday: My house is still disorganized chaos everywhere because all the office crap has consumed it. My pansies and all my beautiful Spring flowers are laying on the ground.. thank you Jack Frost. I'm quite certain my lilac bush won't be blooming yet again this year. Again, thanks Jack Frost. However, I'm still in a good mood? So... bring it!

Update: You know, my office looks like something out of the show 'Dexter'. If anyone has seen that on HBO. It's like a little serial killer room. Perhaps I should invite my brother up....

Monkey du jour

Today we were coming home from piano lessons. We like to stop at Dollar Tree, it's nearby.. and I love any store where everything is a dollah! After we left and were cruisin' down the highway;

"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"The person that owns the Dollar Tree, they are a dollar-aire."

Is that a millionaire during a recession?? :)

Bla bla bla and bla

And yes, we had a lot of fun in Vegas. We enjoyed the drive through Colorado and Utah as usual.. it's just so beautiful. We took my dad's little Scion. I thought it would be horrid, but that little monster kicks arse on the highway. We would be doing 80mph and not even realize it.. so I have no complaints. Other than the fact that it's the size of my right shoe. However, we got excellent gas mileage! The tank is small and only took about $12 to $18 to fill .. depending on where we were. Versus my van which takes about $30 to $40 to fill. So that was odd.. having the tank fill so quickly :)

Strange odd boy did get to have his birthday dinner on the top of Stratosphere, which is his favorite place. As long as I don't pass out in the elevator ride up (or down) I'm fine. It was just the 3 of us going up, with the operator. I got the usual, "Are you alright?" question :) Going down the thing was FULL, so there were so many factors horrifying me at that moment.. we were at the bottom before my mind really had time to focus on one :) Whew!

We stayed at the MGM for a few nights, that was a first for me. Rio is still my favorite, and we stayed there for a few nights. And Hilton, but they're so far off the strip that you feel a bit like you have left Vegas.. which is just peachy fine with me. I thought I uploaded photos to Flickr, but I guess not yet. I'll have to update.

Now we're just back to homeschooling and we've been painting the inside of the house. Finally that hideous wallpaper in my dining room and kitchen is GONE! I'm thrilled. The kitchen isn't finished yet, but will be soon. When we moved in there was a hideous grapes wallpaper in there, and we've never fixed it. Or that crap in the dining room. I felt stuck in the 80's :)

I hope everyone out there in bloggerland is doing great! I will read what's going on. I've been on Facebook for a while, but have grown tired of it. I am sick of all the updates where everyone is taking 1001 tests on what kind of drink you are, what movie star are you... bla bla bla .... And on top of that, the people I couldn't stand in high school are sending me friend requests. Right. You were a complete bitch at school... so I REALLY care what you're doing now. Nope. I don't. I know, I'm old and cranky. But seriously, there was this girl named Pam. She made gradeschool a living hell.. other than this guy named Jason. And I even saw her at my dad's restaurant once, and she was still a bitch to me. So why would she ask to be my friend now? When I accept a friend, it means I don't mind if you read my personal shit. I don't want her reading my personal shit! So. I've declined a few people, and the rest are nuts. Well, the ones from school :) There was one lady I was happy to find, but she takes about 300 tests every day and I can't read what anyone else is doing. So. Anyway. Facebook stinks. And Twitter I don't even understand, and don't want to.

I miss my blog :) I can be happy or sad, angry or thrilled. Someone can read it.. or not. It doesn't matter, because it's just a chance for me to GET IT OUT! It's my journal :) And I like it. And no mean little girl from gradeschool can bully me :)

Dream Log

I had the strangest dream lastnight, and I was so angry and freaked out through the whole thing. I had a dream that I woke up and as I was coming downstairs I glanced at the overlook into the living room.. and it was all decorated for Christmas. I walked over to the balcony area and as I could view the rest of the living room, everything was back just as it was at Christmas. There was a tree all decorated with lights and ornaments. There were even poinsettias everywhere... beautiful big red ones. But I was so annoyed, as it was NOT Christmas. When I came downstairs I found my dad in the kitchen asleep in a chair laying on the table. He woke up and told me it was Christmas. I explained that it was Spring, and asked why he would take the time to dig up all of the Christmas things. He was acting crazy, and I can't remember now what all he said.. but he was determined it was Christmas. And he wanted everything up because it made him happy. (Which, in real life is a lie.. he hates Christmas :)). For some reason I went into his room and took his guns, he was playing with them. I think I was worried that he had gone insane... and nobody wants an insane man playing with guns :) But in my dream I was really mad and yelling at him about how long it took us to put all that stuff away and now we would have to do it again. But I do remember thinking, "Oh, it's only a dream."... and then I would immediately think... "No! It's not! Your father has really gone insane.. you're awake!" At one point I even woke up again in the dream.. to find Christmas stuff everywhere. That was the most frustrating, because I didn't know what I was going to do with dad.

So. Luckily I am now awake and there are no Christmas ornaments.. and dad hates Christmas just as much as he did when I went to bed :) Whew!!

The kid is a freak.

I took this photo today. It made me laugh. I guess this is why I'm homeschooling him, because he's just not right in the head :) But I don't think I'm helping him, so I can't complain :)

New and 'improved' my arse

Why do jerkweed shampoo companies have to improooooooove everything? I have used Colorific Kiwi shampoo and conditioner for years. YEARS! It doesn't weigh down my hair, and leaves it soft. I lhove it. But the last bottle of shampoo I picked up had the annoying word 'NEW' on it. I really didn't think that much of it, people switch things around or add 'new' for excitement. But now, 2 weeks later, my hair is so dry! And I'm pissed because now I have to find a new shampoo/conditioner combo that I like. Why do they do it? It's just so frustrating.

Nope. Bitching about it here hasn't made me feel any better :)

Mind boggler du jour

I don't understand this. At all.

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/first100days/2009/02/05/sources-charges-dropped-uss-cole-bombing-suspect/

Perhaps someone can s'plain that to me?

I am sick.

Why do I find the movie 'House Bunny' so amusing? lol!!! I need therapy.

Phelps ... tee-hee

I went to Sam's Club today, and as you walk in they barrage you with the temptation of huge flat-screen TV's. And there were boxes with images of Phelps swimming. His head was coming out of the water, and his mouth was open wide. And I was wishing that I had planned in advance.. and that I would have brought a bunch of printed bongs so that I could tape them below his face on all the boxes. Bwahahaha! Is that bad?!

Mad TV.. sigh

I think I heard they are going to cancel Mad TV. Why do they take away everything I love? I'm so lucky that Switzerland is standing firm on producing that chocolate.. otherwise all will to live would be lost. ...sniffle...

This is one of my favorite skits, I cry every time I see it :) Praaaaise Jesus! :)

Subwoofer Cat

Haaaaaa!

First day back to school after the holidays....

LOL :) Homeschool rules :) Doesn't everyone sleep with a gun?? He's passed out on the floor in front of my desk right now. We both slept badly lastnight, both having nightmares. So he's incredibly tired today.