Average Girl In Average World

Gone Almost A Month... Updates

2009-05-22T06:11:00.000-07:00

I didn't realize it had been this long since I posted.. .. maybe I should pay better attention....

Anywho....

The kids are in full swing with TBall and softball. What has been interesting is watching my son develop this love for baseball. He is all about it. Soon as we pull in the ballpark he is unbuckling himself and yelling.. "we're here" hehe.. .So cute. My daughter wasn't too keen on the whole idea at first but now she enjoys playing. This was her first year and she has been self conscience about the whole thing, She gets that from me. But she is playing well and learning the game.

My puppy is still worse than Marley (the movie) as far as chewing things up, but the bathroom habits have been corrected. THANKFREAKINGGOD.

My stint in the PTO is winding down to an end for the year. One more meeting and no more. THANKYOUVERYMUCH. If there is one thing I have learned it that if certain people within a school don't want you involved, they will find a way to push you out. Bunch of catty bitches is what I have been dealing with. I am not there to make friends - even though I have, that wasn't my goal. My goal was to do whatever I could to benefit the students and teachers of the school. But I'm not clique, so some people got a little offended and they got caught talking a bunch of shit behind my back. When confronted, they cowered and lied, I cussed them out. Bunch of bitches... But that's in every school, not just ours.

I quit my job. Yup, in this economy I quit my job. My work husband that I mentioned before..... decided it was time to make his move.. on me that is... Going through what I have been going through, I was open to it. We went out a couple times, got really close, really fast. You know when you first start dating someone how new everything is and the feelings associated with it? Well it was all good until in one day, he completely turned me off and I made the decision then that it wasn't gonna work. I am who I am, don't try to change me. This person knew me for 4 years before hand. We worked side by side for 4 years, 40 hours a week, 5 days a week. This person knew all about me, my good, my bad, all about my family issues, my personal issues I have struggled with... I hid nothing. Now all of asudden, I need to change? I don't think so brotha. Besides, his kids were grown (almost my age) and I don't think he was so keen on me having small children, he had forgotten what it was like, having them around 24/7. Making a mess in a restaurant, not always being quiet when you want them too. THEY ARE KIDS DUDE AND I AM A PACKAGE DEAL.

Now the quitting of my job wasn't such a bad thing, it has pushed my Real Estate. I signed on with a local realtor!!! We have scaled back expenses to make it work. I have to MAKE THIS A PRIORITY. This is my future after all.

I look forward to keeping in touch with everyone again. Sorry I disappeared.

Reflections..... And My Longest Post to Date.

2009-04-24T09:42:00.000-07:00

These pics were taken today, 5 days after the incident.

Now that I have time to sit and put my thoughts down on paper (so to speak) I want to take this time and explain the situation and the events that have since followed after the initial incident....

OK.

Right around April 1st. I pretty much had all I could stand. I felt like I was suffocating and trapped and being held under one's thumb. That thumb belongs to my Hubby. This is something I have been struggling with for a couple months. We had talked and I told him what I was needing from him, and I know I am not perfect and there were some things he said he needed from me. I tried to relax and give him the benefit of the doubt. Hoped he would change. Prayed he would change.

Those things I needed were simple in my mind. Be supportive of my goals. For him to actually develop some of his own goals. Both professionally and personally. Give me some fucking breathing room. Seriously. All these years I have done 99% of weekends by myself. If I even want to go to the grocery store I have to take at least one kids with me. He gets a break from the kids, why can't I? Why can't I go to the nail shop and get a manicure without having to pull my son off the freaking walls? You can't relax that way. You can't. I tried explaining to him that if I am not at 100%, how can I give 100% to my kids? And I don't want this to sound wrong, but I don't want to lose myself in my kids, I am more than a Mom. More than a wife. The last thing I want to happen is when they decide to go on their own, that I will have no freaking idea who I married, what my interests are or what even makes me happy.

Yes, there are other issues. Like saving money, helping around the house, to treat me like his wife instead of his friend. Don't get me wrong, he was my BEST friend, but he never treated me like a WOMAN. I am not 17 anymore, I am a grown woman who's needs and desires and wants have changed. I felt like we were growing apart and in a sense we were. I wanted to excel and move forward in my career WITH HIM by my side. I wanted him to go on that journey with me. He wasn't interested.

So back to the beginning of April...... I decided I was gonna move out. Started looking for rentals. Made him sleep with the kids. We had conversations on furniture division, visitation with the kids, child support, property division, everything.

In an attempt to get him to adjust, I stayed away one weekend with a girlfriend and let him have the kids. THAT WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

Once I got back, he decided to start going to the bar. Staying out til 2-3 in the morning. Claims the only way he could sleep was to be intoxicated. WHATEVER.

In the meantime, I found a rental. Starting making arrangement to make that transition. He heard the words coming out of my mouth, but he wasn't COMPREHENDING them. There were a couple times I thought about just staying and trying ONE MORE TIME. But I figured what the hell.... I had already given 11 years.

Now to the night of the incident......

It was Sunday and we had talked about things and I told him my position was still the same - that I was moving and in fact, I was going to start packing that night. He decided he was going to the bar....WHATEVER DUDE.

I started cleaning and packing. Put the kids to bed at 8:00 as usual. Decided to get all the laundry done and make sure all my Summer/Spring clothes were out and washed also. He started texting me around 10 pm saying he knew that I was fucking somebody. Then another one saying I was a coward because I couldn't tell him the truth as to why I was leaving. Since you know, a woman can never leave a man without having another one.... Anywho.... the last text I got from him was about 1:15 am saying he was on his way home and was I ready for him? I should have left then, I knew deep down in my heart what was getting ready to happen.

Now mind you, I was still up doing laundry when he walked in the door. He was fucking hammered. Liquor, not beer. I was standing by the dryer, folding clothes and he walked over to me, leaned against the washer and asked if we could talk. I said no, your drunk and I have nothing more to say, it's not my fault you haven't been listening for the last month. Then, he grabbed me. Started screaming in my face about how I could just give up and don't give a fuck about him or anything else. I tried to pull away from him but he works with his hands and they are EXTREMELY strong, so there was no way I could pull away from him. Then it's a full on struggle and he pushed me into the 1/2 bath that is connected onto the laundry room. He reaches both hands under my ears and up around the back of my scalp and gets ahold of my hair. Then proceeds to scream in my face then SLAM my head into the wall about 6-8 times. I scream even more. He throws me down to the ground, I scramble to my feet and try to run to the other end of the house. He grabs the back of my shirt and throws me on the couch. Now at this point he has me in the corner of the couch - basically straddling my body with his hands on my arms, then he puts my arms under his legs and puts his hands over my mouth to shut me up. I manage to get my right foot up and planted in his chest to push him off of me. But he come right back before I could go anywhere. In a last ditch effort to get him off of me, I drew back and punched that mofo in the mouth as hard as possible. It was enough to stun the shit out of him so I could get up, then he dragged me into the bedroom. Put me up against the wall, grabbed my hair again and started slamming my head into the wall next to our window. Then he threw me on the floor started ripping my Pjam pants off saying that if I was going to leave, then he was gonna fuck me one last time. About the time he ripped them off.... I pissed all over myself. Fear does funny things to you. The piss must have scared him because he jumped off me. I run into our master bathroom and he come right behind me and locked the door. I flipped out.... I grabbed out towel bar and ripped it off the wall and tried to beat him with it, but he just took it away from me.

Finally..... I just melted. In the floor. I sat crying my eyes out with no pants on smelling like piss. Not sure what made him decide to stop, but at that point, the beating was over. He opened the door and walked out. I saw some pants on the bathroom floor so I promptly put them on. Then run to my kids, who were up in their beds crying their eyes out. I wrapped blankets around them and carried them to my vehicle. As I was walking out the door, I could hear HIM on the phone with the police. Saying I beat him up and I was stealing the kids..... I walked out the door, drove down the road and called the police myself to report the incident. They advised me to go back to the house and wait in my vehicle for them to arrive. I obeyed, they pulled up around the same time as I did. They asked me to sit in my vehicle while they went inside and talked to the him. Now mind you all male cops. They finally come out and ask me to come in - it was pouring outside. So I brought the kids in and put them in the bed.

The cops had me in the dining room and had him in the Master Bedroom. I showed them the text messages leading up to him coming home, told them exactly what happened. I guess since they came as soon as everything was over, I wasn't bruised yet. You know those assholes were more concerned about why I have my outgoing messages set up to automatically delete then they were about the actual messages.? They said they didn't believe what I had told them, that our stories were conflicting. Ya think! Why in the hell would he ever admit to what he just did to me? I stood up and looked that one cop square in the face and said "What if this was your Daughter, or Mother or Sister? Cause you know what? I am someones Mother, and someones Daughter and someones Sister" he never even blinked. Then his mother shows up. That bitch there has her day coming....... She looked at those fucking cops and told them I said a couple weeks ago that I would beat myself up to get him in trouble. I looked her square in the eye and told her TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. Then those fucking cops, escorted me out of my own home. I ask for medical treatment because of where he had slammed my head soo many times, you know what they said? Why didn't you ask for that earlier? Sorry about your luck. WHAT?????? Gee let me think why I didn't ask earlier? Umm... maybe because I was in the middle of the biggest adrenaline rush I have ever had, my main concern was getting my children out of the home and getting to safety.

It gets better....

They place me in the back of the cop car and go inside. The next thing I know, they are escorting HIM out in handcuffs and an officer comes and gets in the car I am in, and starts to drive off. I ask him whats going on. He said we were going to police station. I asked if I was under arrest he said "Oh yeah your under arrest"/ So I replied with, when I was going to be told that? What am I even being charged with? Where are my kids? The only response he had was, I was being charged with assault and his mother was staying with the kids. So they take both of us in separate vehicles to the state police station. They put me in a holding cell. Then after 20 minutes or so, they call me out, mug shot me, fingerprint me, and put me on a bench. Then they take me to see the judge. I get $1,500. SECURED bond. So I can either pay that or go to jail. I didn't have that kind of money, so I called a friend. Luckily they come and bailed me out, but I had to wait for them to come over to the fucking JAIL HOUSE.

Oh yes..... Jail is no fun. I got strip searched and I have to say the lady officer doing so, was on my side 1000% percent. The bruises had started to appear and she was telling the officers to take notes and she took some pictures for me. I sat in a holding cell, in jail clothes, waiting for my people to finish the bail process.

I finally got released, the officers were kind enough to let me know he posted bail, but they were going to hold him another 1.5 hours so I could get some things from the house. Yeah, nows the time to be nice, where was that attitude 4 hours ago. FUCKERS......

I immediately went to the hospital upon being released. They sent in a Domestic Abuse nurse/advisor/awesome person. She come in and interviewed me. She was HIGHLY pissed at the cops for the treatment they give me. Said she was calling their superior and letting them know what happened and that my story was consistent with my injuries. She was awesome, I can't say enough good things about her. The hospital performed a CAT scan and my injuries were listed as, Scalp hematoma and contusions. So I got some meds, and they sent me on my way.

Since then, I have been to court and filed a PFA. Also started the process for custody. I have all the paperwork for filing for divorce, so I can get that ball rolling. I was lucky enough to have secured the rental and the landlord was nice enough to let me move in earlier. So I have been staying there. He has got the kids Tuesday and Thursday, picking them up from Daycare and bringing them back the next morning. Daycare mom has agreed to be our mediator for the time being. Oh yeah, the court issued a no contact order between us. That is difficult. We have kids.
Also, the day after I get a phone call from a female rep from the State Police, just checking in with me. No, those cops got a fucking ass reaming from that nurse and they are covering their asses. But I took the 456454121556 apologies from them and she asked me to fax my hospital report to her and send the pictures to her. I did all the above, and basically they said they would be dropping my charges. YEAH!!!!!! Vindication Bitches!

So Monday we go to court for our charges and to drop the no contact order. I will stay away from him, but we have to talk because of the kids. And I will NEVER be in a situation where he can hurt me again. EVER.

Thank you to all who had the courage to send me a message of hope or support. For those of you who wanted to but just couldn't.... I understand and thank you anyways.

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-04-23T10:32:00.000-07:00

From this past weekend. I was soooo close to this baby deer I almost peed myself from excitement!

What leaving Your Husband Sometimes Costs You.....

2009-04-21T08:11:00.000-07:00

Yeah... he did that to me..... After being out drinking til 1:30 in the morning and relaizing i was serious about moving out, oh yeah and the fact that he didn't get his way....

The messed up part is... the cops charged us both. I let him beat the hell out of me for... Oh I don't know..... 20 minutes or so until I decided enough was enough and I punched him in the mouth. So since he shed a little blood, I was just as guily. Even though I only hit him once.... Besides, Delaware has NO self defense law.

So ladies.... if you ever get attacked by your SO or husband, don't fight back, just let him kill you or your kids (who were present at the time) because... the last thing you need in a custody battle is to have charges on you, the Mother. Most male cops are women beaters themselves so how do you expect them to charge a man with a crime that they (the cops) commit on a regular basis???

I am really fucking disapointed in the law enforcement officials, my estranged husband and any other person in this world who thinks that it is even remotely OK to hit a woman.

The Process Of Healing

2009-04-17T06:03:00.000-07:00

Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Still no regrets over my decision to break things off.

Now, I don't judge me for the jumbled, incoherent mess I am getting ready to type.. LOL.

The highs and lows associated with all this is driving me crazy. I feel like the Bi-Polar girl who has had her meds taken away by the school bully. One minute I am bawling my eyes out. The next... I'm cold as a frozen pack of steak.

Why the crying? I can try to explain. Knowing my marriage failed. FAILED. I give it 1000%. He probably feels the same way. I know he loves the shit out of me and I can't make myself feel what I need to feel to make it right. This is a do or die time for me. In fact this past year has felt like that.

There has been alot of decisions made and I have no regrets. NONE. I feel like if I don't get out now, it will never happen. I am not "staying for the kids". I don't want to get to the point where I resent and hate him. I want to get out now so we are both at a point where we can be amicable. We have to be amicable... for the kids. It makes me sad to know that he loves me the best he knows how and it's not good enough for me.

After 11 years, I am not the same person as I was at 17. She was a little girl in need of some direction. In need of affection. In need of anything other then what I was getting at the time. 11 years can make LOTS of people change. He has kept me down and prevented me from succeeding in all areas of life - not just career. He failed to realize that, My success, equals his success. All I have wanted was nothing but good for the both of us. He seen it as a way for me to move beyond him, to leave him behind. Soooo not the case.

He openly admitted he was not happy with himself. He has become a hermit. Working every weekend for 11 years and laving your wife at home with the kids all those weekends.... .takes a toll on a person. He has made me the independent person I am today. I think, who the fuck needs a man? I can cook, clean, raise my kids, work 40 hours week - I can pay my own rent. Pay my own bills... and yeah... sex is nice. But I can do that for myself too. LOL. He states he wants to change "For him". I hope he does. I want to see him happy. I want to see him succeed and i wish him all the luck in the world with whatever he does.

Now, his working every weekend HAS to change. I am currently searching for rentals and will be leaving somewhere around May 1st. The kids are coming with me and permanent placement will be with me but the visitation arrangement has been agreed to is as follows: He gets the kids every Tuesday, Thursday and every other weekend. Why am I leaving you ask? Well, the issues with my parents is really fucking with my emotions... They live next door and they watch us and stalk me. Every Saturday morning when I get back from the grocery store, there is shit they have bought sitting on my deck. So when He comes home, he takes it back over there. Also, last Saturday... I got served with visitation papers. My mother thinks the courts will allow her to get visitation with my kids EVERY Saturday from 9-4. NOT FUCKING HAPPENING, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHEAT THE JUDGE SAYS. THEY ARE MY FUCKING KIDS. I DECIDE WHERE THEY GO. PERIOD. OK, that rant is over. Sorry.

But I can not stay at the house. I told Him that even if we were to work things out down the road, I will NEVER move back there. He agreed that after he gets his money right, we will rent the house out. I mean we can get double the mortgage in rent. EASILY. That will help us both out financially. Luckily we have enough furniture to divide so I don't have to get all new, good damn thing cause my ass is broke. B.R.O.K.E. That was another thing.... he had no concept of what saving for the future meant. We have NO savings. Living paycheck to paycheck because he has to buy something for himself, or whatthefuckever. No college saving is started for the kids, no IRA. No Nothing. But... about 3 years ago.. I found $10,000 stuffed in the bottom of his sock drawer... I was livid. Do I think he has a stash somewhere now? Absolutely! Am I ok with that? NOT. Have I searched the house upside down for it? Yuppers!.

We have talked to our daughter and she is ok with us (the kids and I) getting a new house. I also told her that one day mommy and daddy will both probably date other people. Well she started naming people she thought I would like.... LOLOLOL... That was a cute conversation. She made it plain and clear that she does not want me to date anyone with kids... I told her thats not fair, since I have kids. Have I thought about dating? Yes! Do I look forward to it? Yes! That's how over this marriage I am. Have I thought about him touching or being with another woman? Yup. and it eats my guts up. Only because I know what we had a great sexual relationship. I know what he is capable of doing for me in that department, but it's not enough to keep me. Those feelings will dissipate with time. It's inevitable.

Someone I know explained the emotional roller coaster like a rubber band.. You stretch it and stretch it then it feels like it's going to snap back. That would be you pulling away then feeling like coming back to what is familiar, what is easy. I'm not that rubber band. I know I need this change. I am compromising a part of me, losing some of my identity. I can't allow that to happen. I can't continue living this way. Even if in 5 years I end up in a 2 bedroom apartment with just my kids, poor as dirt........ as long as I am genuinely happy, that's all that matters.

Church has helped significantly. I went to the alter for the first time. Cried - more like bawled my eyes out in front of 250+ people. Hugged more people in 10 minutes then I have in 10 years. The amount of love and understanding that comes from there has been overwhelming.

I will blog more later.... Please stay with me peeps!

P.S. - A HUGE HUGE thank you to everyone who has emailed me or commented in previous posts, giving me encouragement and kind words :) THANK YOU

Separation Anxiety

2009-04-01T10:40:00.001-07:00

Splitting up, Taking some time, Getting a breather, Sorting your thoughts, Figuring out who you are, Whatever you call it. It's never good. After spending 10 years together including ALL of your adulthood (so far) and all the "Firsts" you share with someone.... this shit is difficult.

It was my decision.

My decision to "wreck havoc" as my MIL in called it.
My decision to "tear the family apart" as He called it.
My decision to "make myself happy" as I call it.

It has been a couple days and the emotions are still very raw. I cry ALOT. My daughter saw me crying so she started crying.

But the odd part is that, it doesn't feel like I'm grieving. Does that make sense. I think I am more scared of the unknown.

Scared to shut the lights off at the end of the day knowing I have no one there to protect the kids or myself, besides myself.

Scared that I may be happy with my decision.

Scared I may flourish as a person without him.

Scared Scared Scared.

Ok, The Truth This Time....

2009-03-30T11:25:00.000-07:00

Alright blogger peeps.

I can't lie. Although my previous post is what I wish was true.....

My hubbs and I are splitting up. My choice. So I need to think and get myself together before I can blog about something else. I hope all of you understand...

Someone please tell me it gets better....................

M.I.A.

2009-03-25T10:42:00.000-07:00

Sorry everyone for disappearing like that.

Work has been crazy

Kids have been crazy

The weather is breaking

I am enjoying good company

I promise to blog about something with some substance soon!!!!

FLIRTING.....Old Man Style

2009-03-10T09:24:00.000-07:00

I just finished lunch at this wonderful little cafe type place in town. It is really the ONLY cafe type place in this area. Anywho.... the owner and his father work together. The Father is about 60 years old and I noticed there is no wedding ring. The next order was called and this little old lady comes walking up to get her order. There was a bowl of soup on the tray with a lid. As the old man hands the lady the tray she asks him to take the lid off the bowl since her fingers are stiff. He smiled, said yes, then took the tray to her table. He conversed with her for a couple minutes then went back to work. Smiling. Both of them.

MADE.MY.DAY.

Kids Say The Darndest Things

2009-03-10T05:45:00.000-07:00

DD List:
1. "Aunt Sharon, GOD YOUR EARS ARE HUGE!"
2. "Why are your teeth black?" (this was asked to a lady in Food Lion - in the toothbrush isle, the lady told her that is what happens when you don't brush your teeth!)
3. "Daddy, please don't get mad at Mommy, but she said Mr. Principle of my school is handsome." (in my defense - he is)
4. "Mom, why does your butt stick out like that?"
5. "Mommy, you give me chicken skin when you sing." (that is a good thing!)

DS List:
1. "Daddy said I could" (favorite saying even when Daddy doesn't say so)
2. "Peanut Butter and jelly Mom, it's my favorite Mom, I don't like bologna Mom. MOM ARE YOU LISTENING?"
3. "When I turn 7 years old, my Dad is going to pack my lunch and I'm not going to like it."
4. "Go ahead and see what happens." (wow, said to his sister, not me)
5. "Mommy, you are the bestestest!"

Got to Love them!

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-03-05T05:44:00.001-08:00

There are more than a Thousand words that I would LOVE to shout that are associated with this picture. My puppy did this yesterday, so the scarring is still fresh.

A Little Love Can Make Things Grow

2009-03-04T09:48:00.001-08:00

The veggies are all planted and making their debut this week. Sorry for the poor picture quality, but still haven't got that great offer from Nikon yet.....

What I have planted:

1. Beefsteak Tomatoes

2. Cherry Tomatoes

3. Squash

4. Zucchini

5. Straight 8 Cucumbers

6. Green Beans

7. Sweet Corn

8. Watermelon

Our very own little farmers garden. Total amount spent:

1. Seeds - $5.00 (they were 3 for a dollar)

2. 3- seed starting pot sets (each holds 72) $4.00 each

3. Bag of soil - $3.50

Total: $20.50

Seeds were planted 2/25/2009 and the final picture was taken this morning.

Now it just takes my time and effort to make them edible. We plan on freezing or canning what we can, and the rest is going to be given away or sold. Times are tight, but we will eat!! LOL...

My Work Spouse.... As Promised

2009-02-27T10:03:00.000-08:00

Ok, Ok, this post was promised to Matter of Fact Mommy since we made a deal if she spilled about her work spouse, then so would I, so here it is.

First off - I have to give a HUGE shout out to MoFM for her brazen, honest, fuck it all attitude. I love her blog and I promise you will too if you go and visit. Tell her hi or you might just get the finger ;)

Just kidding (not really)

Anywho..... Oh yeah, Work Spouse. Here's the deal ladies, I work in an office where I am the only female. Yes, the only person carrying estrogen in her body for 40 hours a week in this workplace. I love it. Could not imagine my job with another woman in this office. I think I would feel violated, like if another woman was to walk in your house, cook your dinner, love on your kids and smooch the Hubby... yeah it's like that. Besides, I really don't care for a lot of women (but I love my blogger women:) and being raised in a household where it was pretty much all men, I just know how to communicate with them MUCH BETTER than women.

So there is a total 6 employees here - 5 men and me. All are married and 40 or over. You know I love me some older men :) I respect everyone of them. I respect their spouses. I respect that some cheat on a regular basis (not with me) and I respect that some are sooo far in debt their creditors call here 10 fucking times a day. I do not respect that some like to share the details of their wives with me. Normally I just shut them down. But, through it all, I have found 1 person here that I can relate to. We have this telepathic vibe thing going on. He respects me professionally and personally. Has cheered me on through my anxiety with the exam, through all the shit with my family and just makes me feel good about being me. It makes me look forward coming to work in the mornings and sometimes I text him "good morning sunshine"

Would THE LINE ever be crossed? No. Never. When you work with someone day in and day out, eventually things get said, shit talking gets spoken but at the end of the day, he looks forward to going home to his wife and I look forward to going home to my husband. We live two totally different lifestyles and understand nothing more than a platonic work relationship could come of it.

So there. My work spouse, unearthed and spoken about.

P.S. if there any of you fellows blogger out there that are going through the same thing, let me know in your comments.

Anxiety Attack

2009-02-27T06:12:00.000-08:00

Ever had one? Been with someone who has?

It's fucking horrible.

This past Tuesday I had to take my final State Board Exams.

Monday night I get home, decide I am going to make a chicken and broccoli braid so I get the chicken cooking and everything else rolling. Hubbs and I are chatting in the kitchen. I remind him my exam is the next morning and I have to leave the house at 5:45 a.m. to get there in time.

Then it hits me. OMFG.... THE EXAM IS HERE. REMEMBER LAST TIME? HOLY FUCKING SHIT BATMAN.

I turn around and my puppy is the process of eating the crescent rolls off the pan. HE EAT OUR DINNER.....AGAIN. Having no more crescent rolls and realizing how close I am to taking this test, I crack. CRACK BIG TIME. Start crying and go to the bathroom and lock myself in there for the next 20 minutes. I come out and Hubbs is trying to put together a meal for the kids.

Feeling like shit for letting my emotions get the best of me, I pitch in and try to help with dinner. We sit down and my daughter looks at me and says "Mom I thought you were going to bed. Where have you been?" Having no choice, I decide the truth was the best way to go. "Honey, Mommy was in the bathroom crying and trying to get myself calmed down." Then I start crying again..

I fucking suck.

My nerves were so shot, Hubbs took off work on Tuesday and drove me to my test site. There was no way I could have drove there.

End result? I passed the major portion and failed the State Law portion, so overall I failed. I have to retake the State Law portion and plan to do so within the next week while everything is fresh on my brain.

I. WILL. PASS.

:)

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-02-26T06:34:00.001-08:00

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Happy Birthday!!!

2009-02-23T06:06:00.000-08:00

Well, my BABY BOY is officially of school age. The big "5". I am still in shock that MY BABY is "5". No more diapers, no more midnight feedings, no more baby talk.

Boo.

Now I want another baby.

But that's NOT gonna happen.

I love you little bud! Happy Birthday!

Some Oldies For Ya'll

2009-02-20T10:27:00.000-08:00

I got these from my puter at home and I wanted to share.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Tuesday's Tribute

2009-02-17T06:53:00.000-08:00

Jay & Deb have started this wonderful idea and I have chose to follow.

Since this is my first Tuesday's Tribute, I have to dedicate this one to my Hubbs.

This is man, who decided to love me. ME

It wasn't easy. I was the one pursuing him. He was shy. So shy, I thought he was gay after our first date. The scene? Ocean City, MD. He was 24 and I was....... 17.5 (probably why he was so shy). We walked the boards (with enough distance between us that people were literally walking through us), stopped into Grotto's for some of their NASTY-ASS pizza then we sat on a bench and talked. Watching passer-bys as we chatted, laughing and just enjoying the cool ocean breeze. He drove me home and I remember smiling so much that night that my cheeks hurt. We got to my house and he opened my door, I got out and he give me the coldest, most tight lipped kiss I had ever had.

Thinking I would never see him again, I drove to his house the next day, professed my interest and............. well, lets just say, he's not gay, just cautious.

That was August 1999

January 2000 I moved in with him.

October 2001 our daughter was born.

September 2002 we were married.

February 2004 our son was born.

December 2006 we bought our first home.

Hubbs has been a wonderful teammate. He participated in midnight feedings, being threw up and pissed on, helped me recover from 2 surgeries, buried both of our first and beloved dogs Roxi & Musi, carried my bloody body in his arms after I wrecked his motorcycle in the neighbors yard, stuck up for me numerous times - even when I was wrong, supported my goals and ALWAYS makes sure I know I am loved everyday.

So Hubbs, this Tribute is for you!

Thank you and I love you!

Purse MEME (Or blogger block)

2009-02-13T13:11:00.001-08:00

No tagging this time, I seen Stacie do it and invited us all to share and I'm nice like that so here you go. From top to bottom

#1 - Everything looks pretty normal, Vera Bradley purse - Check.

#2 - Oh Holy Hell.

#3 - The Money Stash and don't think about robbing me I teach takwondo with my weak arm on sick days! LOL.

#4 - The accumulation of our tax documents for this year - nothing important, just floating around in said purse...oh and my Dollar General receipt.

#5 - Stack of current bills that are due, more of the tax papers, wallet, notebook for notes of course, lipstick, a necklace my husband give me, paper clip, keys, pen, some loose change, chamophenik (sp) and that about wraps it up.

Nothing special, just momma stuff.

Your turn, let me in!!!

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-02-12T07:06:00.001-08:00

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Follow Up to Previous Post & Some Other Tidbits....

2009-02-11T08:03:00.000-08:00

First off, a HUGE Thank You to those of you had the balls to comment on my Abuse post. The encouraging words made me emotional and for those of you who didn't, but REALLY wanted too, it's OK I understand. My mind had toyed with idea of posting about the abuse for a while now. I was afraid of judgement, I was afraid of actually verbalizing what I had experienced. I was afraid of re-visiting the pain. Now that it is out there for all to see, I feel SOOO much better. A weight has been lifted in some ways. Did I ever see a therapist? No. I feel I have overcome that situation. The cycle stopped with me. Yes, I spank my kids - with my hand and only when needed. I know the limits. No belts that's for sure. The cycle still continues with my brothers. Well, my brother (one does not have children yet), he is a verbal and emotional abuser to his oldest daughter and yes, she is in therapy and is old enough to say she doesn't want to go visit him and her mother has stopped making her go. If posting about the abuse helps ONE person, then I will be happy. Whether it is helping a victim overcome or a perpetrator realize what they are doing to their child.

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This whole Sulman Octo-babies thing has me in a tizzy. The mother is.... special.... you know.... the motor is running but no one's behind the wheel. She does not deserve to keep her kids, she does not deserve to get all the publicity she is getting and she FOR DAMN SURE does not deserve a free ride. Nuff said........

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This whole PTO thing has turned out to be a wonderful, surprisingly fulfilling thing for me. All the effort I have put forth has been commended and appreciated. So in my eyes, it is all worth it.

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I finally scheduled my FINAL Real Estate Exam for February 24th. The State boards. The doc is prescribing me Zoloft for my anxiety - during the test. Charge me for performance enhancers - I don't care. All I know is, if I do not have that drug, I will more than likely have a MAJOR and very PUBLIC anxiety attack. Something I would rather not experience. So.... wish me luck!

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My baby boy will be turning 5 on the 23rd. 5 YEARS OLD. My BABY will be starting Kindergarten this fall :( No more babies.. He wants a motorcycle themed party at the local bowling alley. He asked and therefore will receive!

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Go-Kart Season is among us. My daughter will be back racing and my son had got his first go-kart. Worried? ABSOLUTELY!! There are tons of safety equipment used and yes, something can still happen, but if they were to play baseball, they could fall and break a leg or am arm, so take your pick.

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I LOVE all my cyberpeeps. One has me worried though. Two Date Diva is missing....... She was my first fellow bloggers I found and she has stuck with me since I started, but she has not posted since early December????? I sent a message and I have heard nothing.

Was It Abuse?

2009-02-09T07:53:00.000-08:00

After reading Miss Brit blog and her post about Spanking it got me thinking.

I was abused.

I really was. Not just "spanked" but A.B.U.S.E.D.

Sometimes in life we experience things and wonder if we can/will/should talk/blog about them. I never really wanted to talk/blog about my ABUSE as a child because I just brushed it off so to speak. But in reality, I never "brushed it off", I never "overcome" it, I just pushed it to the back of my brain and tried to pretend it was alright.

It's not alright and for me to put it in writing says ALOT right now.

Most of you know I no longer associate with my parents and siblings. Most of you know why. Although, most of you do not agree with me, nor understand my position and therefore judge me as "weird" or an "abandon er".

Let me fill you in on some things.

My parents had a belt they named "The Garrison". It was a black, old leather belt with a silver buckle on it. It had been creased in half for so long, the crease was cracked and in terrible shape. This was my parents form of discipline. The arrangement my parents had when it come to us kids was my father would "take care" of the boys and my mom would "take care" of me. My Dad would either use "The Garrison" or straight up have an all out fist fight with my brothers and my mom... well she just bitch slapped the fuck out of me or used "The Garrison". Even at 7,8 years old, I got "The Garrison".

One of the worst memories I have from "The Garrison" was one day I got my ass beat for something with "The Garrison" and as I am laying in my room, on my bed with whelps all over my hands, ass, back where-ever she could hit me in the fit of rage, I was hyperventilating and trying to compose myself when 10- 15 minutes later the door slams open and there is my mother with "The Garrison" in her hand screaming about something I apparently did - my brothers lied and said I did something that I did not do. She beat the fuck out of me AGAIN, over the whelps I already had and was currently trying to recover from. Lets just say it was around mid-afternoon and I never come out of my room the rest of the day. Honestly as I type this post, I REALLY think I just passed out from the pain and lack of breathing associated with the beat down I had just received.

My hands are shaking right now and I keep having to hit "backspace" because my fingers are jumping ahead of me.

We eventually took "The Garrison" and hid it. My parents threatened us if we didn't return it. So we did.

What stopped the beatings? One summer when I was about 14 or so, my parents made me go stay with my cousin (the one who I just found out is more than likely my half sister) the whole summer. Well, while I was gone, my Mom did a thorough room cleaning and under my mattress she found my previous school year picture and on the back I wrote a message for my all time favorite teacher it said
"please help me, I am being abused"

I remember writing that. I also remember the look on my mothers face when she told me she found it. I never got hit again. Not by her anyways.

A year later my mom left my dad and left us kids with her. In my teenage rebellus ways, I started hanging with the wrong people, guys that were using me and I ended up getting pregnant at 15.

PREGNANT.AT.15. WOW.

My father got a call from a teacher at the school and she told him what she heard - that HIS 15 year old daughter was pregnant. You know what he told me?

Him: "You are only 8 weeks right"?
Me: "About that, I guess"
Him: "Well 8 weeks is good - when I get home I am whooping your ass real good, you aren't that far along and you WILL have an abortion, so it really doesn't matter if I hurt the baby"
Me: "I AM NOT HAVING AN ABORTION. AND IF YOU TOUCH ME I WILL FUCKING HURT YOU"
Him: "Well we will see about that"

When we got home I started to walk down the hallway to my bedroom and he comes up from behind me and grabs me by the fucking PONYTAIL. My immediate reaction? I reach behind me and start to scratch the hell out of his hands and kicking dents in his shin bones until he releases me.

For all of you wondering right now, YES, they forced the abortion, NO, I did not want to, YES, I am thankful today that I went through with it.

So, was it abuse? Was I wrong for fighting back? Am I wrong for disowning my family?

Thoughts? Tell me, I want to hear them.

Something You HAVE to See!

2009-02-06T09:25:00.000-08:00

This was too precious NOT to pass along to you all. Enjoy

My heart melted......

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-02-05T08:24:00.001-08:00

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Puff, Puff, Pass

2009-02-04T06:03:00.000-08:00

Michael Phelps.... what a bad boy, you need your ass spanked.

This boy trained his whole life to become what he is now. There were no "girlfriends" or "date nights" or "boys nights out" I bet that. Truly, I bet he went to school, then the pool, then home for some dinner and homework. This is a person who never got to experiment with ANYTHING - hell he's probably still a virgin and now that he has accomplished what all those years of training were for, he can relax and enjoy his life.

I'd hit the bong too if I was in his place.

Hell, I hit the bong in High School - and I inhaled.

I got the munchies and laughed until my stomach hurt at the dumb asses I was with.

But any who.... You know what pisses me off more than anything about this whole "situation"?

For the last 3 days I have not been able to turn the TV or radio on with out hearing
"Michael Phelps hit a bong" Michael Phelps was smoking marijuana out of a bong". How about talking about that shit after 9 pm, you know, when you can talk about sex and cuss and all the other things. My kids are hearing this bullshit every time I turn the damn TV or radio on.

That pisses me off more than anything.

Now they say they might press charges against him???? PLAH----LEESE

Let the boy be a boy...... that's all I'm saying... AND KEEP THAT SHIT OFF THE TV AND RADIO!!!!

Rant over, how do you feel about it???

8 Babies and A Whole Lot of Controversy

2009-02-01T04:59:00.000-08:00

Why on earth would someone want 8 babies at one time? Let alone, 8 more after already having 6 kids. Here's your answer: MONEY. That's why. With hopes of shattering a world record, this woman was smart.

You see it all the time. People who fuck up, get the most help. Someone, somewhere, like Dr. Phil or Oprah will get this woman a house, a couple vans, daycare paid for, groceries for life, free health care, clothes for life and of course the kids college paid for.

It makes me sick.

If all the allegations surrounding the conception of these babies is true, she shouldn't get a damn thing. Nothing, except a visit from Social Services to remove ALL the children from the home.

14 kids? In one house? I would literally pull my hair out and probably theirs!

If the Doctor knowingly lied about the conception - he should lose his license to practice because he violated the public trust.

Now I know this is not the fault of the children in this situation. That we are all certain of. However, they do deserve a decent living and there are plenty of American families out there right now, that can not conceive a child, that desperately want a child and are capable of raising one properly.

Maybe I am just hateful or bitter, but really, come one.... Who REALLY wants 14 kids - besides the Duggars? Oh yeah, THEY got everything handed to them too. What about me and my family? My company just stopped offering health insurance and we make way too much to receive state benefits, my husband is self-employed so there is no way we can afford to pay full premium prices for insurance. I have NO college fund started for my kids, and I know this sounds stupid, but I am praying they will get scholarships to pay their way because the way things look now, there is no way we can save money for college without putting our bills aside and losing what we have now. We are living paycheck to paycheck and making it work, but there is NO wiggle room, none.

Maybe I will just rent my uterus and pop out 8 kids to get the rest of my life paid for???? Afterall , it is just kinda sitting there........hhmmmmmmm....

A Funny Story Involving Tattoo's And Sissy Babies

2009-01-30T10:26:00.000-08:00

I am the sissy baby mentioned above. On my 20th birthday - hubbs agreed to get me a tattoo. We went to a local - yet VERY HIGHLY recommened parlor. We walk in, I tell them what I want, they scan and show me the artwork, I agree, we move to the back room.

Now, as I entered the back room, hubbs was behind me and got stopped by a rather big fellow "Sir, only the patient can enter you have to go to the waiting room" . So hubbs turned around and went to the waiting room - right outside the back room. He said the last thing he heard was "Ok, Average Girl......Drop your pants"

That always sounds good, but not from this guy.

Anywho.... He worked and worked and raked my skin and made me cry and moan in pain. Once the outline was complete I requested a break to get a smoke in.

BAD MISTAKE.

I walked outside, lit a smoke, took about 2 puffs off it and the last thing I remember was leaning to my hubby and saying "I, I, I don't feel very well"

I was out like a light. Passed out cold. Good thing he was there because he said I just collapsed and he caught me right before my face hit the concrete sidewalk.

Never dropped my smoke though!! Loyalty - one thing I am good for.

We went back in and I told the guy I was done. He said Ok but I still had to pay full price - no problemo dude - just let me leave.

Hubbs told me once we left how bad his feet hurt. I said "Your Feet??? WTF??? Why do your feet hurt?" He said while I was in the room all he could here was me moaning and groaning and his nerves caused his toes to curl up in a ball. He thought his wife was getting violated!!!! LOL.

It is still un-finished. Boo :(

She's A Believer

2009-01-30T06:00:00.000-08:00

My daughter that is.

Infomercials.... her weakness.

"But Mom, Snuggies are awesome and, AND, you don't have to unwrap to answer the phone, you know Daddy will LOOOOVE that"!!!

"Hey Mommy, on TV they showed this thingy that you can use to scrub circles on your face, and it will get rid of those bumps, you know, like those two on your face"? She told me this one as I was applying makeup.

Mental note to self, no more morning news for the kids.

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-01-29T06:30:00.000-08:00

I'm King of the World!!!!

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Happy Thursday!!

Monday Minutes.....

2009-01-26T06:41:00.000-08:00

For those of you that follow my every move on Twitter (and for those of you who do not - please look to my right sidebar) heard a family secret get exposed recently.

Family should be transparent - like Obama's Government goal. Now, those of you loyal visitors that have taken the time to bore yourself to death with reading my post about being a black sheep of the family, you know what I am about to tell you just validates those feelings. For those of you not familiar - you can play catch up here .

I just found out my first cousin is really my Half Sister! Our fathers are brothers, and when my Mom & Dad split up, so did my Uncle and his Wife. Needless to say - my father boned his Sister in Law - then went back to my Mom. Well, 2 months later - My Mom and "The SIL" are BOTH pregnant. YEAH. Every adult involved - My parents - my Aunt and Uncle all agreed to let things be, and just raise the kids as their own.

Things ALWAYS find a way to come out. So, my brother - the one who was involved in the accident, and my cousin are 1 month apart. Kinda like my brother and his 2 youngest kids. All I can say is he gets it honest. But anywho...... my cousin/half sister's "father" (my uncle) passed away last year and now she wants to know if we are in fact sisters. She claims she has knew since she was 10 or 11, but never said anything. I would like to know. We talked and I offered to pay for half the cost of a DNA test. Not really sure what she thinks because she has yet to email me back. So...more to come on "My Screwed Up Life & I'm Not Even A Celebrity"

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Finally mastered Beef and Dumplings. I tried my hand at chicken and dumplings earlier in the week and since it went well, Beef and dumplings become the latest victim last night - YUMMMMM

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Since taking over as President of my DD's school PTO, I realize something........ some people have ABSOLUTELY NO BUSINESS volunteering. Don't just volunteer to help, FINISH the DAMN assignment, volunteer well, GIT-R-DONE. Do not drop off the face of the earth when you have volunteered to chair or co-chair an activity. Hold yourself accountable, be an example for your child. Something I need answered. In a school with over 500 students, and over 100 faculty - why on earth is there only 10 parents and 2 teachers showing up to meetings? Do the math on those percentages. I am embarrassed.

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FINALLY got my computer at home fixed. A wonderful, local blogger and tech savvy gentleman come to my home on Saturday, and helped save my sanity. Please go visit him here . Thank you ELBERT!!!!!!

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HAPPY MONDAY PEEPS!!!

Honesty, Smonesty

2009-01-22T07:31:00.000-08:00

I got tagged!!! The loverly Sassy got me. Go over and give her some love at www.thelifeofsass.blogspot.com

I am pathetic, can someone PLEASE show me some cool tricks on here?

As with all memes, there are of course rules. I'll just copy and paste here
The rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Ick…..6 Things about me…..Ick again…

1. I self sabotage pretty much everything I try to do. Example: I will say “Self, we are going to get back on this health food wagon”. Then, I go straight to McDonald's and order a 2 cheeseburger combo – LARGE with fries and a LARGE Sweet tea with lemon and I EAT.IT.ALL. Another example – I will say “Self, we had a good month with the bills, so let’s put some money in the saving account”. Then, I go to my local Wal-Mart and but a bunch of stupid shit I had no business buying in the first place. Self sabotage – I know I do it, but I cannot stop.

2. Sometimes when I read other Mommy blogs and hear about how they are able to stay home with their kids all day and I get to hear about all things they did all day (things my daycare mom is doing with my kids – but not me) then I get jealous. My Dood is self-employed and makes some good money, but not enough where I would be able to stay home. Even if he did, I don’t think I have the patience to be there ALL DAY, with the kids ALL DAY. Work is my escape and I feel like shit now that I wrote that down.

3. I am obsessed with Perez Hilton.

4. I have NO interest in Twilight or Harry Potter or Anything Sci-Fi. I gag thinking about it. Hate me if you will, but I am being honest.

5. I fully believe in NOT sheltering your child from everyday life. I do not want my kids to grow up in a bubble or LaLa Land thinking bad things never happen, ect. This is a hard one articulate but I am going to try. I want my kids to have common sense, I want them to NOT get culture shock when they head out into the real world. Parents can try all they want by not cussing, or no TV at home or whatever, but, when you get in your car and go down the road, the person in the vehicle next to you may have a porno on in their DVD player, or when you go to the grocery store someone may be in there throwing the word FUCK around like it’s nobody’s business. You cannot control that and I want my kids to be prepared for REAL LIFE.

6. You know that website about overused punctuations? I should be their poster child. Yes cyberpeeps, I know I use !!!! or …… or ?!?!?!?!?! WAYYYYYY too much. But I LIKE IT!!!

Alrighty then, now that I feel like worst mother of the year, I am going to tag some of my peeps. Here they go:
www.cancideandco.blogspot.com – this is one FUNNY beotch, go visit her if you already haven’t.

www.momisodes.com – wonderful blogger and sweet as pecan pie

www.wootershome.blogspot.com – this is a woman who is talented (more than she realizes) and has some FANTASTIC craft projects she has been doing.

www.twodatediva.blogspot.com – she was my first blogger friend and she inspires me with her upbeat personality, and the Pollyanna/Breanna thing we have going…..

www.talledega.blogspot.com – Ms. M. she does beautiful photography and beautiful quilts and is honest in her writing.

www.theneatos.wordpress.com – I thought I pissed her off right before summer because she disappeared for a while, only to return with a vengeance.

Thanks again to Sass for tagging me. Now, go visit her and all the other loverly people I tagged.

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-01-22T06:07:00.000-08:00

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it's fuzzy, but I still do not have a new camera.....

Truth In Advertising

2009-01-21T13:28:00.000-08:00

This was too hilarious to not share with you!!!

Baby Blanket

2009-01-19T06:52:00.000-08:00

This is a work in progress and only shows the top layer after it has been pieced together.

The yellow fabric has tiny tiny blue dots and the blue fabric has tiny tiny yellow dots.

Thoughts????

Momma Had A Meltdown

2009-01-16T11:55:00.000-08:00

Picture this if you will...

You are just getting home from working a 9 hour shift. You get the kids in the door, jackets and book bags put up, start getting dinner rolling, homework-a-helping cause you trying to get out of the house in 45 minutes to attend your first revival. You get things to an idle point and take the puppy out for his potty time. I know this dogs pee/shit schedule. It's cold out. I am walking and walking and walking, he pees, pees again, but no poop. Even after walking for 20 minutes, no poop. So you go in so you can feel your fingers again. Trying to finish dinner, it happens....

I.SMELL.SHIT.

DOGSHIT to be exact.

That little bleeping, bleeping puppy of mine come right in and SHIT in my floor. Not just any shit mind you, DIAREAR. So..... I grab the puppy and proceed to take him into my bedroom to my hubby who is sitting in his man room doing NOTHING - screaming the whole time about how he shit on the floor. In the meantime the puppy was upset and started peeing all over me.

Are we having fun yet?

I shut the puppy in the room with him so I can clean up the mess. I round up the supplies: Resolve foam, plastic Walmart bag, whole roll of Bounty and gloves. As I clean this mess up, there becomes this uncontrollable anger welling up inside of me. As I finish up, all the nasty paper towels and piles of shit were in the Walmart bag, so I tied the handles together so I can throw this nasty bag outside in the trash without the neighbors cat having a field day in it.

But I never make it to the door.

Anger makes me detour into the bedroom.

It went a little something like this:

"YOU HAVE GOT TO START FUCKING HELPING ME. AFTER 10 YEARS YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK NEEDS TO BE DONE AROUND HERE. I AM NOT SUPERWOMAN. I CAN NOT DO IT ALL."

Hubbs eyes look like they are going to pop out of his head.

Then I look over and the puppy comes running at me wanting to play. Oh no....I shook the bag of shit at him and told him to get away from me. He didn't listen. So what do I do? I try to scare him a little, so I act like I am going to smack his butt with the plastic shit bag. THE FUCKING BAG EXPLODED AND SHIT FLEW EVERYWHERE. All over the dog, all over the wall, all over the carpet - again, all over my feet, just everywhere.

What do I do? Cry. I put my face in my hands and just sob. Now, the people that know me in real life know that I am not a cryer. I hide emotions really well. Hubbs, in udder shock that 1. I was crying and 2. that there was a shit-splosion in front of me. All he could do was rub my back and say "Don't worry about the shit honey, I will clean it up, just go get yourself together."

20 Minutes later when he come out of the room he said "Well I guess the shit hit the fan"

All I got to say is YA THINK?

Damn hubbs.......

But the puppy is getting big isn't he? And yes, I have since apologized to him and fed him treats and I give him a bath, yada yada yada......

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-01-15T06:34:00.001-08:00

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Monday Minutes.....

2009-01-12T13:05:00.000-08:00

Is it really possible to play Rockband soo much that you get carpal tunnel? Cause my hands go numb and I get a weird feeling in my wrist after maybe 15 minutes or so of playing guitar. OK, maybe it comes from a desk job.

We basically re-arranged the whole house (kitchen cupboards included) this weekend. After living there for 2 years, we needed a change.

My home is going to be the meeting place tonight for "Taco Night". Can't wait to see hubby's face when he sees the tacos. LOL.....He is such a food snob.

I bought a Bible this weekend. Kind of a big deal since it is the FIRST to enter my home. I also made a delicious cover for it (pics to come). Don't judge.

My creative juices are a flowing so I am taking advantage of it this week as much as possible. I will try to post pics for proof that I can sew something :)

Can the snow pleeeeeeeeaaaasssee come this way? My daughter is going crazy watching the news and seeing everyone else getting it, but us. Boo Mr. Weatherman.

Today when I got in the office and checked my email there was a message from a friend. She lost her baby. She was 17 weeks and just last week they had to stitch her cervix closed and put her on bed rest. Been diagnosed with pcos right before she got pregnant, they told her she had 10% chance at conceiving. So this was a miracle baby. RIP little buddy. Rest in Peace. I want to fly out to her right now and hug her. I want to tell her how I know what she is going through. I want to tell her it will be alright, one day. I want to, but I can't. That makes me feel worse about the whole thing.

Just Plain Ignorance With a Touch of Hilarity...

2009-01-09T04:34:00.000-08:00

This sign was posted at my vet's office a couple months ago. Look real close to the left corner...yeah that's a dog turd! That is why the sign is there to begin with. I guess someone got tired of waiting 3 FREAKING HOURS in the waiting room WITH their animal (which is a usual occurence).

I find it hilarious.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!!!

A Thousand Words Thursday

2009-01-08T06:10:00.001-08:00

This was taken in 2004 on the back of the cruise boat we were on, somewhere towards Key West, Florida.

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HAPPY NEW YEARS

2009-01-05T08:47:00.000-08:00

Yes, I know I am late. Like the picture? Does it make your mouth water? That was taken in the beginning of the night on New Years Eve. In total there was 6 Miller Lites, 6 - jello shots, 1 glass of champagne and 1 large Margarita ingested by your very own Average Girl. Did I throw up? No. Am I surprised? Yes. LOL....

My daughter got to experience the whole ball dropping, champagne toasting tribute. I am a horrible mother - I let her sip my champagne - for the record she hated it.

The son passed out (not from champagne) he can't stay awake very long after bedtime. I still kissed his cheek when the countdown was over.

So....let's get on with 2009 shall we?

Goodbye 2008 - Welcome 2009

2008-12-31T10:45:00.000-08:00

I have no big hooray post for you today about the end of the year and the good things that come with being able to start over/fresh/whateveryoucallit. I am going to catch you up on a few tidbits. I have some pictures for you from my Christmas and some others I recently got developed from this Summer.

1. For Christmas, My Dood (the new hip word for hubby - thanks to you know who you are!) he got me, new leather boots, WITH the pointy toe, WITH a pointy heel. Also, a flashlight since I am DEATHLY afraid of the dark and make him stand at the door at night while I take the puppy for his usual 9:30 dump-a-thon. AND....he got me an exercise/yoga mat - in PINK and a Pilate's beginners set with the ball and all sorts of gadgets in PINK. (IN CASE YOU ARE WONDERING, YES I ASKED FOR THESE EXERCISE ITEMS, IT WAS NOT A "HINT" FROM THE DOOD)He made me soo happy about the pink exercise equipment, I told him I was going to make the "Entertaining Living Room" an exercise room and he could have the furniture for his man room since it is a shade of green and since he trying to do a camo/hunting/hideous theme in that room it would match very well.LOL.. Oh yeah he also got me the Vera Bradley purse, wallet and checkbook cover in Daisey Daisey I asked for. Last but not least I received 2 CD's, Fergie and Leona Lewis. Yeah, I gots spoiled this year. i think he felt bad for me since I was not celebrating with my family this year, so he went a little overboard. Oh well, it was still nice of him. LOVE YOU HONEY!!!!

2. Christmas dinner and gift exchanging from his family took place at my home (see pics above) It went well. Smooth, no arguing, everyone ate and lived another day.

3. I have no resolutions this year. However, I do have life goals from here on out.

4. I would like to say thank you to all my readers, commenter's and lurkers out there who have watched this blog grow (however little) this year. My goals for this blog has changed and I'm OK with that. Although 2009 is gonna rock!

5. We totally sppiled our kids this year. We were fortunate enough to be able to do so, and I shop all year for this day.

THANKS AND ENJOY THE PICTURE SHOW!!!!

C-YA NEXT YEAR

I Got Interviewed and I Want To Interview You!!

2008-12-29T06:34:00.000-08:00

Annissa Meyhew over at www.hope4peyton.org has interviewed me, oh boy. Yeah!! I love this kind of stuff. So here are her questions and my answers, and keep reading to the bottom so you can find out how to get interviewed yourself!!!

Ok, are you ready?

1. If you had to pick a husband from TV, who would you want to be married to?
A: Marshall from How I Met Your Mother. He is so funny. Slapsgiving!!

2. What's the worst nightmare you've ever had?
A: My son drowning. This was a re-occurring theme for about 3 months. It was soo bad I made my daycare mom and my parents put extra locks on their pool gates and reminded them each time I dropped him off there to keep and extra eye on him. Did you see the movie "premonition" It was like that.

3. If you could make up your own sport, what would it be?
A: Drag Racing Polo – nuff said.

4. Where would your dream home be?
A: In the Far, far North – near the northern lights. So beautiful there…

5. If you had to pay a $1 every time you cursed (written OR spoken), how much do you think you'd have to cough up a week?
A: Somewhere around $100. I can’t believe I just typed that number!!!

Don't forget to link back to me and to spread the love to your readers too!"Want to be part of it? Follow these instructions:
1. Leave me a comment saying “interview me”
2. I will respond my emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to your questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others ask to be interviewed, you will give them 5 questions.
6. I will only interview the first 5 people who respond!!!

Excuse Me, What You Just Say???

2008-12-22T11:00:00.000-08:00

This weekend was a killer.

Saturday I baked 12 dozen cookies, a carrot cake from scratch and assembled it all in nice little containers for traveling to the Annual Company Christmas Party. Yes. That party. Hubby and I were both looking forward to this party since the group I work with is the best. And even though this is a little too much TMI, I am going to tell you anyway. They are so fun, in fact I have to wear a pad in the event I piss all over myself, which happened on the golf course with this group already so I was prepared for the worst. Anywho....Hubby and I do not go out partying often. Bars are not our kind of place, since Hubby has SAD (social anxiety disorder) and I can't stand a bunch of drunk bitches hoovering over my hubby. So this was a night we were really looking forward to relaxing, drinking, eating and laughing our arses off. All of those happened and I thought I was in the good until the next morning. It was brought to my attention by my eaves dropping husband that our superintendents wife does not think too much of me. You know what I say? FUCK HER. This what happened........As I tried to sit down that night at one point my ankle give out (I was in 4" heels that were brand new and pointy toe, (see picture). Yeah. So it looked like I stumbled. A drunk stumble) My ankle hurt really bad, but I grinned and barred it so we could enjoy the party without me looking like a whiny attention whore. AS SOON AS I SLIPPED, his wife leaned over to the OWNERS wife and said "Looks like someone has had toooooo much to drink" in the snotty ass tone. In which the owners wife said nothing. As I am being told this the day after I got really pissed off. When we get around this group of people I get a natural high, kinda euphoric of me, almost orgasmic, yes I am an extrovert. I have the most respect for my boss and I would NEVER do anything to embarrass him like get drunk and fall down. NEVER. EVER. But somewhere along the drive home I did suggest to Hubby to stop at the office and get busy, but he was not game. So this morning when I walked into the office I had some 'splaining to do. Luckily we are a small company - 6 employees including the owner. I proceeded to tell them that I was NOT drunk and my ankle situation, and I also told the president to inform his wife because I was aware of the comment made to her. I also told the president that I was disappointed that the superintendents wife thought it would be even remotely proper to make snide remarks about an employee AT the company Christmas Party, loud enough for another person to clearly hear and that it just showed her low level of class and lack of Couth. YEAH I WENT THERE.

Sunday was rough. We attended church in the morning. Then went to my Uncles for lunch. Then I made the biggest mistake ever. I went to the mall with 2 kids, by myself to finish some shopping. Three hours later my daughter was crying her fingers were numb because I made her help carry bags. I bought so much shit from Boscov's we should have helped ease the bankruptcy issue (I needed customer pick up). While we were out and shopping in the mall I decided to get my hubby some gifts. I made the kids PROMISE not to tell or Santa would take away one of their presents for every gift they told on.

This morning as I am trying to do my hair, Hubby walks in with this huge, childish grin 0n his face and says "So honey, I got a huge......"

Damn kids.

A Thousand Words Thursday

2008-12-18T07:00:00.001-08:00

Fa, La, La, La, La, La, La

2008-12-17T11:14:00.000-08:00

Here is my lame attempt at taking Family Christmas Photos.

(side note: after these were taken I immediately laid down for 15 HOURS with the flu, thank you honey)

From top to bottom:

1. A scene from our Christmas village that has taken over the WHOLE top of my entertainment center.

2. My babies

3. This is why Leo eats my shoes ( this is our Christmas card pic for next year!)

4. My Son choking Leo

5. My daughter loving her gender confused cat.

6. The Kids and Animals

7. The Family pic. Loverly.

Oh Man

2008-12-16T08:16:00.000-08:00

The Flu.....I Haz It.

A Thousand Words Thursday

2008-12-11T07:32:00.001-08:00

Show me them muscles!

Mom, Mommy, Mama, Just Don't Call Me late for Dinner

2008-12-11T05:52:00.000-08:00

How many women feel they have lost their identity since having children? How many women feel the relationship with their spouse has changed since having children? How many women feel they are neglecting their marriage since having children? How many women feel guilty because they want to refuse to become consumed and lost in their children? I believe all women struggle with these feelings at some point throughout motherhood. I read many blogs a day about motherhood, some from SAHM and others from working moms such as myself that struggle with the same issues. So let's get personal, but I do not want this post to become a debate about SAHM vs. Working moms. So with that aside, I am going to TRY to articulate my feelings on these subjects and I encourage you to address these questions too, whether by commenting here, posting your own blog about this or just having a conversation with your spouse or friends.

Identity crisis. Have you become so engulfed in your children that you forgot what your own hobbies and interests are? Playing chauffeur and shuttling your child(ren) from school to soccer to play dates, did you forget you love to play tennis or sew? As a mother or father you have to understand that at some point and time, your child(ren) will eventually go on their own and no longer will need you every second. What are you going to do then? Besides go bat-shit crazy from the silence? Have that mid-life crisis? Or are you going to embrace it? If you have maintained your interests and hobbies throughout raising your children, this should be a fairly easy transition. Besides 20 years down the road, lets talk about now. The present. As a mother or father, as a SAHM or a working parent, you need to keep in touch with your own interests, cultivate them, make them a priority. Make you a priority.

Marriage changes. Let's say you are a SAHM or dad and there you are, all day long doing the parent thing while the other spouse or SO is working outside the home. They come home and you have been baby talking all day to your child(ren). Now really think about this next question. Are you carrying over that baby talk to your spouse? Or have you been yearning all day for some adult conversation that you bombard them as soon as they walk in the door? Have you gotten so wrapped up in being a parent that you forget about making sure your SO has their needs taken care of? Make a regular date night for just your SO and you. You don't have to go out, there are things you can do at home to enjoy one another ALONE. Talk, Talk, Talk. Talk about everything from the news, family matters or whatever is holding your interest at that time. One more thing. I know your child(ren) touch you all day, hang on you, require you to hold them, but do not push your SO away at the end of the day. They need you to be available and open to receiving their attention. Have set bedtimes for the child(ren) so there is some down time for your SO and yourself before calling it a night. Remember when your child(ren) are grown and gone, it's just the two of you and that is NOT the time to discover and learn who each of you are, you should already know.

Guilt. As the title of this post says Mom, Mommy, Mama, Just don't call me late for dinner, how about your name? YOU have a name. YOU have an identity other than Mom, Mommy or Mama.
Back to the "empty-nester syndrome". Re-read Identity Crisis. Also, your child(ren) need to see you in another role other than Mom, Mommy or Mama. it helps them understand that you are a person also with interests, feelings, friends and your own sense of self (and those of you with daughters need to really drink this in). Do not feel guilty for taking some time to yourself and that time by yourself could be as simple as going grocery shopping alone, going to your BFF's house for some coffee or just pawning the kids off for a night so you can get some uninterrupted sleep. No one else is looking out for your own well being so you have to. Besides, if you are not 100% or running on empty, how can you give 100% to your child(ren) or SO?

Thank you for your time. I hope you take something away from this post. I also hope I was able to articulate this well enough for it to make some sense.

Christmas Parade

2008-12-08T05:47:00.000-08:00

This was our crew. I am all the way to the right in the pig tails. The little girl and little boy are mine as well.

We did not win, but we had a great time and I have been officially named the Christmas Float Coordinator for the rest of my time employed here. That is OK with me, I really enjoyed this. Actually this was the first time I was given a huge project like this to take care of beginning to end. I had begged my boss every year for the last 4 Christmas parades to participate and he said no, all but this year. So we were all tickled to make it happen.

Tidbits for Your Pleasure..

2008-12-05T12:48:00.000-08:00

I almost peed myself looking at these!

Just some updates for you.

1. New puppy - Leo is doing great. Very smart pup. He is 90% house trained - we are using the crate method if anyone is interested. Has a special affliction for Walnuts. Probably because i feed them to him as I am eating them .

2. Finally got some new running shoes. So I have been back on the treadmill.

3. Depressed my weight loss challenge did not have enough participants to even get started. BOO.

4. I missed my 1 year anniversary of the blog.

5. This weekend my work is putting a float in the local Christmas Parade. That I have to be in and my son has to be in (dressed as elves). I made Elf hats and sacks. - will have pics next week.

6. My daughter is going to be in the local Christmas Parade showing off that Crown. I made the signage for her, I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR IT. - pics next week also.

7. Thankfully work has picked up so my fear of a layoff has gone down a LITTLE.

8. Hubby and I have been getting along better for some reason. Not so much getting along better, just things are more loving and not so much brother sister banter between us.

9. Almost complete Christmas Shopping, ALMOST.

10. Working on a new look for the blog- if you can recommend a designer - please do.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!!!!!

A Picture from The Pageant

2008-12-03T12:43:00.000-08:00

See my girl! She was awesome. My little boy got ALL the ladies attention there, they were dancing with him, loving on him and he was eating it up. And yes....that's me in the middle. Go ahead make fun of me. lol..but i am proud of the boobs! I didn;t realize they looked that nice. I am impressed.

Thanksgiving 2008

2008-12-01T11:36:00.000-08:00

GLAD.IT'S.OVER.

Just kidding. We had a great time with family, friends and food, oh and a little moonshine to take the edge off. YEAH! We get illegal around my way....

Enjoy the pics:
Pic#1 - Everyone stuffing their face..

Pic#2 - Liquid Apple Pie - MOONSHINE....shhhhhh.....

Pic#3 - My Uncle in motion playing bowling on Wii.

Pic#4 - My MIL and I

Pic#5 - My Hubby and I

Pic#6 - My Aunt and I

Pic #7 - Tom Tom The Turkey

Average Girls Weight Loss Challenge

2008-11-24T11:23:00.000-08:00

Ok cyber peeps... Who is gonna participate with me? Here's the Challenge:

1. Submit your "before" picture, with current info and goal info.
2. Check in every week - weigh in's will be on Tuesdays.
3. Every 2 weeks a winner will be selected. This will be based on the person who had put for the most effort in that time frame i.e. - promoting the cause, sharing tips, ect....(can not win back to back) yes, there will be a surprise but it's a secret.
4. There will be an overall winner and that person will get awarded a prize guaranteed to make them squeal. Contest will end on January 27, 2009. Overall winner will be awarded 1/31/2009.

Spread the word, and spread it some more.

Oh yeah.....this contest goes into effect December 2, 2008 (yes, eat your heart out at Thanksgiving - your welcome!)

Have You Ever?

2008-11-19T06:01:00.001-08:00

Have you ever felt something was just so right and turned out to be soo wrong? That would have been the Pageant dress for me. BOO :( When I bought that dress, it was a last minute deal due to the fact that my black, velvet, halter, $300.00 gown grew legs and mysteriously walked out of my closet 3 days before the pageant. BOO :( So I had to improvise on a shoestring. I already spent the money on daughters gown, shoes, shaw, our haircuts and our gifts we had to bring, so I was stuck. Having no girlfriends who happen to be the same size as me, I made my way to the local 2nd hand shop. DRESSES GALORE!!! JACKPOT MY FRIENDS!!! (if you have daughters going to prom, winter formals, ect.. look at your local 2nd hand shop before the big name stores) Anywho..... when I tried this gown on, it fit very nicely. Snug, form fitting, but nice. Fast forward 3 days to the day of the pageant. I downed a 2 liter of Pepsi and I was suffering from monthly bloating, my dress looked like it had been painted on. Not in a good way. Not much I could do about, it we did the best we could with what we had to work with. That was downfall #1.

On to Downfall #2. Microphone placement. I held that mic like Barry Manilow singing a love ballid. Straight out, so high it covered my face while I spoke.

Downfall #3. Hair and Makeup. Ok people, to get my hair straight, it takes at least an hour of serum application, blowouts, wide tooth combs, 6 clips and a very expensive straightening iron. I have unruly hair. Always have. So for me to get it straight (a technique I have mastered in the last year) is truly a feat for me. Add in the fact that we had about 95% humidity that day, I was screwed. There were women there with glitter in their hair. GROWN WOMEN. GLITTER. WOW. I left mine down, straight, with the ends curled under, cute I thought. Apparently not enough. On to the makeup.....I like makeup. I spend a lot of money with my Mary Kay rep. every year. But, I also believe makeup should be subtle. Foundation, eyeshadow, liner, mascara and lipstick. No blush, no black eyeshadow, chic and subtle. Well I now know you need to pile it on THICK.

Area of success: My introduction. Perfect. No quivering voice, no "um's" no stuttering, no forgetting. I was told by several women there they could not believe this was my first pageant, also that I oozed confidence and commanded attention when I spoke. My voice was clear and I covered all areas of a great introduction. Name, age, living arrangements, work, family, volunteer time and interests. Was I nervous thinking about it while waiting for my turn? Absolutely. I considered running out of the side door 2 minutes before I got on stage. But once I got on stage, I turned into another person. My hubby stated that he NEVER saw me in that way before EVER. He was proud be my husband that night and happy for me I made it through without making an ass of myself or passing out.

There ended up being 5 women in my division and I placed 3rd runner up, or 4th place. I still got a trophy.

Now on my daughter. Shirley Temple Look Alike (minus the dimples). She froze. Poor thing walked out on stage, started off strong with her name and age and then went blank. The lady running the show, started asking her questions about herself, so that helped. She had 12 girls in her class and placed 3rd runner up or 4th place. She got a trophy also. She cried. What did make her happy was a girlfriend of hers was in the age division right above hers and she won, so she got to celebrate with her friend.

Overall I have to say "We will be back". LOL..... I am working on my issues and my daughter is working on hers. We both placed the same, we both got a trophy and we both had a fantastic time. We primped all day together, doing our nails, hair, makeup, all the girly things girly girls do. It was a great bonding experience for us. Besides that, all the women at the pageant were very supportive, offered advice and took us in like we were a long lost sister. No cattiness, no whining, no bitchassness. We both made some new friends and learned about our self along the way.

This is What My Weekend Will Consist of

2008-11-14T08:03:00.000-08:00

Pageants.....

Big Girl...AKA....Average Girl has entered herself in the Ms. Delmarva Pageant. Yeah, you read that right. My hubby keeps laughing at me because this particular pageant division is for size 12 and up and i happen to be a size 12. Since a size 12 can not compete with a size0,2,4 or 6 I opted for this class. Of course there are the Miss and the Mrs. categories along with all the child categories. My daughter has been entered in the Little Miss Delmarva pageant, so hopefully the Mother/ Daughter tag team combo will take it all home...muwwwhahahahahha!!!!!!!

If I don't pass out on stage.

I have never done a pageant but decided to do one because seeing the whole atmosphere during the last pageant made me just feel good. It was very inspiring, listening and watching current and former beauty queens talk and mingle and over all just be very supportive of anything and everything the others were doing.

So wish us luck, and these pictures do not do my dress any justice, I had my daughter trying o take them. And the hair picture is one I swiped from the interwebs and I am a Blondie, imagine that......lol...

Have a great weekend everyone!

A Thousand Words Thursday

2008-11-13T06:59:00.001-08:00

Your Opinion Matters....

2008-11-10T10:36:00.000-08:00

Ok. I need you all to play along here and be as honest as possible.

If you were to (or when you did) purchase a home, in a subdivision or community based atmosphere, what would be the #1 Feature or key item to sell you, and would would be the #1 deal breaker?

Give some feedback my cyberpeeps!!! THANK YOU.

Punkin Chunkin Review

2008-11-03T12:38:00.000-08:00

To the First Annual Little Miss Punkin Chunkin Winner!!!!!!!! yes, my baby took the crown home!!!!! We are all so proud of her!

I also included some pics for your enjoyment. To see official results go to http://www.punkinchunkin.net/ they will be posted soon.

World Championship Punkin Chunkin

2008-10-31T11:36:00.000-07:00

Google it!

Average Girl has a confession.....I am a redneck at heart!

And what do rednecks love? A beer drinking, machine catapulting, punkin busting good time, that's what! Today kicked off the annual Punkin Chunkin contest. Rednecks from all over the WORLD come to showcase their machines and try to win the prize! This will run all weekend with prizes being awarded on Sunday. Also, this year is the first year they are having a Little Miss Punkin Chunkin pageant. Yes, I entered my daughter. How could I not. She looks like barbie in her Bubblegum pink satin gown, and big 80's hair. (we all know how I heart 80's hair)!!

I want to be Barbie - the bitch has everything!

Anyhoo, next week there will be more info posted about what went down and if my baby won. So stay tuned next week. PLEASE WORK WITH ME!!! I am operating without a digital camera and have to get the old trusty disposable developed.....and i promise pics of my daughter's b-day too.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

A Favor To Ask To The Wooters Family

2008-10-30T08:28:00.000-07:00

Since you guys are soo talented and creative in your building efforts. I have a proposition for you:

PLEASE BUILD THIS FOR ME!!!!

Yes, this come from LOL Cats

Daily Recipe: Shake & bake Chicken

2008-10-29T08:07:00.000-07:00

Not really a recipe today, more like a tip.

If you ever do shake and bake chicken, marinade or coat in a honey mustard dressing before shaking and baking.....D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S.

I Need Your Vote

2008-10-28T10:56:00.000-07:00

Please vote on the picture you feel gives the most professional and real feeling. Yes, this is Average Girl. Yes these photos will be used for my business cards and marketing literature. You can leave your vote in the comment section..To make it easy you can put left, Center or Right.

THANKS!!!!!

A Cute MEME from Katypie @ BooBooVille

2008-10-24T07:53:00.000-07:00

Fun fun....copy and paste to your blog! Then... let me know so I can come and read it!!
1. Where is your cell phone? In my van on charge
2. Where is your significant other? Should be home getting a shower to meet me at the school
3. Your hair color? Blonde on top, auburn on bottom – 2 toned
4. Your mother? Not my fav. Person right now
5. Your father? Alcoholic, liar, pathetic
6. Your favorite thing? {at this moment} cool fall weather!
7. Your dream last night? I do not remember…..
8. Your dream/goal? Retire early and enjoy my life
9. The room you're in? Can’t tell you….(work) lol
10. Your hobby? Sewing, reading, being a mom.
11. Your fear? Something happening to one of my kids
12. Where do you want to be in six years? Living in our second home, having several rentals and being successful in my career
13. Where were you last night? Home, arguing,
14. What you’re not? Liar, thief or cheater
15. One of your wish list items? A new camera with all the fancy gadgets!
16. Where you grew up? Delaware
17. The last thing you did? Complete some papers
18. What are you wearing? Black, heeled boots, black slacks, frilly black and turquoise shirt
19. Your TV? Is home and off
20. Your pet? 1 – dog, 2 – hermit crabs, 1-cat
21. Your computer? Dell
22. Your mood? tired
23. Missing someone? Old friends
24. Your car? Ruby colored grocery getter that’s getting ready to get the boot
25. Something you’re not wearing? Underwear!! I never do…NEVAH!!!!! Lol..
26. Favorite store? Peebles
27. Your summer? Was ok, I got tan and worked on my gardening skills.
28. Love someone? Of course! - ditto
29. Your favorite color? Red.
30. When is the last time you laughed? This morning talking about the SNL spoof last night..hehe
31. Last time you cried? Over a month ago when I made some hard decisions.

come on, you know you want to.....

Way Too Much Is Going On

2008-10-23T11:14:00.000-07:00

I am overloaded. Overloaded with:

26546156 Birthday parties - if you have kids in school you know what I'm talking about. How do you decline politely?

Work. My computer completely crashed, now I have a new one, but it's acting like a jerkface. I need my puter everyday for pretty much all the work I do.

Home. Since I have all these birthday parties to attend, how can I clean and pay bills and do all the other things Mom's are supposed to do? Ever forgot to pay some bills? Oh yeah, they remind you....with shutting shit off.

Hubby. Stress from all the above is causing me to take it out on him. Boo Average Girl. I know better, I got to stop.

Kids. Fighting over the new Wii. I am ready to take the damn thing and literally bust out the best Kung Fu Panda I can muster to put it out of it's misery.

Dog. Skin allergies? Maybe? IDK. But I do know this, if the Vet keeps telling me it's going to cost $150.00 in meds - that don't fucking work, I am going to key the side of his Corvette. My dog is starting to stink from itching and is uncomfortable. Making me......uncomfortable and broke.

Hubby. Again I am sorry.

Rant over.... proceed to smile :)

Things I Could Be Blogging About

2008-10-20T09:21:00.000-07:00

1. My Daughters birthday party.
2. My Hubby's Birthday.
3. The new vacation property gifted to us by my loverly MIL.
4. Auto bill pay eerrrrr...
5. THE.FINAL.STATE.BOARD.EXAM.
6. Test anxiety. See #5.
7. Wall Street
8. Final Presidential Debate.
9. Life Insurance.
10. Whatever my little heart desires...

But....I have bloggers block. It has possessed me for the last week.

Sorry everyone.......

Dear Pepsi

2008-10-10T06:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Important Pepsi Executives,

I am an addict. I admit it. Although I am not alone, I will admit my addiction. You see, it started very innocently. A Pepsi here, a Pepsi there. Then it become OMGGOTTOHAVEITEVERYFUCKINGDAY.....addiction. What do you guys put in that shit? Crack? I mean, I really considered taking a sample to the local college for some testing of the contents. A blind study, but who am I to take away someone else's crack? I have kids at home and I am too old to be kicking someones ass because they are mad I took their Pepsi away...

Oh Pepsi, how I love you. Your frothy goodness rolling down my throat..... The carbonation fizz buzz I get everytime I crack you open....mmmm..... The taste of your scientifically designed recipe.....The coldness from a can kept at precisely 32 degrees makes me.....To be honest here, it just makes me want to keep on cracking those legal crack cans open.

In an effort to break my addiction, and lose some weight, I have opted for your diet version. Diet Pepsi Max to more specific. Here I was thinking Pepsi was crack! Now I found the real crack. Regular Pepsi is just a front for the good stuff. No matter how bad my morning is going, how sluggish I feel, or how little sleep I got the night before, all I have to do is stop at my local Shore Stop, pick up a bottle of ice cold Diet Pepsi Max, and within 25 minutes, it transforms me into happy, energetic, non-stop Chatty Kathy with the concentration skills of a mad mathematician. I have lost some weight around the middle since I cut the Reg. Pepsi out. I figured I used to drink ATLEAST 8 cans a day. That's 150 calories per serving or 1,200 calories per day, JUST IN SODA. But now I can have all the Diet Pepsi Max I want. I love it and I love you Important Pepsi Executives!

Sincerely,

Average Girl

(This blog is dedicated to Brittany over at Barefootfoodie. Go visit her, you will not be disappointed!)

Q & A With Average Girl

2008-10-07T10:57:00.000-07:00

Being the brave one, I am taking any/all questions you may have regarding Average Girl. What do you wanna know? Just ask in the comment section, and I shall answer, unless it's dirty....who am I kidding, I'll probably answer that too....fire away!

Birthdays Are A Coming

2008-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:00

The month of October brings along 2 very special birthdays for me.

Sunday, October 12 is my Daughters 7th birthday. 7 YEARS OLD!?!?!? WOW, time is flying. I remember her being so small, when her Dad would hold her, she would fit perfectly between his wrist and his elbow. She never cried as a baby. Potty training took one day (yes, that's the truth). 7 years later she is in 1st grade, talking about bras, racing go-karts like a champ and getting excellent grades in school. So... in honor of her birthday, we are a having a rather large party at my house this weekend. Somewhere around 16 kids, ages 6 months - 10 years old will be in attendance. The theme? Halloween! No costumes allowed, but we are decorating pumpkins. Not cutting, that would be a homeowner insurance nightmare, just decorating. We are traveling to the woods behind out house this week to gather supplies: sticks, acorns, leaves, nuts, pine needles, anything that looks like it could come in handy. I already have some stick on foam shape thingy's, glue, feathers, yada yada...... The cake is shaped like a pumpkin, which the Daughter was actually excited about. So we will see how it goes. Has anyone else noticed how people do not RSVP anymore? They just kinda show up or not??? Oh well...

The next birthday this month belongs to my wonderful hubby. October 16 he will turn 35. That number makes me feel so, so, so, young (I am 26). I am sure his Mother has some baby stories to tell, but I am not his Mother, so I don't know the stories. Oh well... Hubby has been a wonderful husband and father and that's what matters most to me. We have been together for 9 years (yes, do the math, I was 17). We have "Our own little world" as we call it, and it's nice. He works 6+ days a week, just about every weekend and holiday, but not his birthday. In fact, I have even taken the whole day off, which he does not know about yet. Kids will be at school and pre-school, and I will be.....giving Hubby his birthday present ;)

I love birthdays! Pictures of Daughters party will be posted next week.

After The VP Debate

2008-10-03T05:50:00.000-07:00

Nervous much? Palin certainly showed how nervous she was. When Palin entered on the stage and during the first 30 minutes, you could see girlfriend's heartbeat in her neck! Biden on the other hand was as cool as a cucumber. When Biden was speaking or respondig, Palin kept her head down, writing key points, all with a fake smile on her face. Palin didn't even give Biden the simple respect of looking at him. That goes back to the "inexperience" I was talking about before. Biden made sure he kept his head up while Palin was speaking or responding and kept a very comfortable stance the whole 90 minutes. Biden did not have to think really hard, and keep notes because the man has what? 23 years experience, he knows the answers because he has been there!

Palin once again displayed how well she is at talking you into a spiral when it comes to answering questions, especially on foreign policy. Numerous times she completely evaded questions, and Biden called her out on it, which was hilarious as hell. Biden should have. He answered his questions, did the normal bash the other side, then reiterate Obama and his stance on the issue. The only question Palin gave a direct yes or no answer on was "Do you support gay marriage?" After her explaination, she gave a firm "no".

Can you believe Palin had the nerve to talk about single mothers and their struggles, knowing (or not knowing) what Biden has been through losing his wife and child? Himself being a single father? I was appalled at her lack of compassion and it just drove home the fact she is "inexperienced". You have to know your opponent, not just what you think the right answers are.

In my opinion, Biden won this debate. Not only did he win, but he kicked her ass. Good thing there is only one VP debate, Palin could not survive another beat down like that.

Quote of the night by Biden "McCain's health care plan is what I call the ultimate bridge to no where"!

Hallelujah

Proceed to comment away!!!!

VP Debate Tonight

2008-10-02T07:15:00.001-07:00

I didn't want to be political, but the hell with it...

Please Biden, don't make Sara Palin cry. Having watched most of the interviews Palin has done with different reporters over the last 2 weeks or so, I am scared for her. Scared she is going to embarrass herself. Scared she is going to cry, therefore making all women look like a bunch of pansy asses who can't handle the political arena.

Is Sara Palin prepared for this debate? We know she is being "groomed" as we speak for this debate. All the grooming, training and advisers can not erase the fact she is "inexperienced". And by that I mean inexperienced with interviews/debates or even being called out. Palin could not even give a straight answer on the name of the newspapers she reads. What, Wassilla doesn't have a local paper? She could at least named that one. Hell, on a daily basis I read, The Leader, The Wall Street Journal and multiple online news sources like SBY News, CNN, WBOC, ect... I could go on and on, but Palin couldn't name one. Cat got your tongue?

New media all over keep saying Biden can not pick on Palin tonight, or show boat his experience. Why not?? He has earned it. Palin needs to be treated no different than if she was a man. Put your big girl panties on and deal with it. Don't go "easy" on her. Palin accepted the VP nomination which means she accepted everything that comes along with it.

Just to be fair I shall say this, McCain should not "go easy" on Obama.

There’s no crying in politics.

Let's Talk About Sex

2008-10-01T05:51:00.001-07:00

Like that title huh???

Yes, let's talk about sex.....I have some questions, kind of like a survey, let's all be honest, I'll give my answers first to make you feel more comfortable....

1. How often do you and your sig. other have sex?
2. In reference to #1, is that frequency too little, too much, or just right for you?
3. Favorite position?
4. Most hated position?
5.Lights on or off?
6. What is form of erotica do you prefer?
7. Ever experimented with the same sex?
8. Is there anything "special" you do for your partner?
9. Would/have you cheated on your sig. other?
10. How long did it take for you to have your first orgasm's?

My answers:
1. Anywhere from 2-8 times a week.
2. The frequency is alright for me, but too little for my hubby.
3. Me on top
4. Anything requiring a balancing act
5. Lights off
6. Movies, yes...they are ok...
7. NO - I like men.
8. We have sex, that's special enough!!!!
9. No
10. I figured it out fairly early on.

I can't wait to hear your responses!!!!!1

Anyone Out There Played Wii??

2008-09-29T08:08:00.000-07:00

Can anyone say highly addicted?? I am, I am!!!

My loverly Aunt and Uncle went to a company party and WON A Wii!!! Who just gives away a Wii? Not my boss obviously. They WON A Wii!!! I am still in shock. Being frugal, I could not justify paying $500 for a Wii for my family. Yes, the one you want is $500, you know, the one with extra controllers, other gadgets, 54116623544633 games, and more memory than an average computer. All because you can't buy the $250 one and add on, no, has to be the $500 one. Ok, rant over.......

Anyways, they won. We didn't. BUT.....since they love me....ummm.. I mean my kids soooo much, they let us come and take over their house, and by that I mean, they let us play.

Ever played Wii.........drunk???? I have, I have. Thank god they invented those wrist straps or I would be buying my Aunt & Uncle a new TV. Friday night was the most fun we have had in a looooonnnnnggggg time. it was pouring miserably here, so no racing for us. We went over to my peeps house to play Wii. ALL OF US. Both kids, hubby and I. All of us were Wii virgins. NOT ANYMORE.....

My kids (age 6.5 & 4.5) caught on faster than we did. We played bowling, tennis, golf. Only after we had to pry the controllers from the kids. My shoulder is still sore from playing baseball.

MUST.HAVE.FOR.CHRISTMAS.2008.

A Thousand Words Thursday.....

2008-09-25T08:50:00.000-07:00

OMFG!!!!!!

This is me - 4 years ago, fresh out of bed,with braces (as an adult), kids playing with the camera.

BTW - my shirt reads "All Men Are Idiots....I Married Their King"

hahahahahahahha

Hermit Crab....FOUND.....ALIVE

2008-09-24T10:31:00.000-07:00

Yuppers, I found him. Yesterday he was crawling across my bedroom floor, just like he belonged there. So I picked him up, scolded him for sneaking out, and placed him gently back into the tank, right next to food and water. He went to town!!! Drinking for about 10 minutes, then eating half the food I put in there. Then he climbed all over every rock, stick and anything else he could to make him feel like king of the crabitat again.

Very cool that we found him.

I haz a happy!!!!

Wanna See Average Girl in 1994???

2008-09-24T10:28:00.000-07:00

No, it's not really me. Just my face uploaded on this cool site called www.yearbookyourself.com .

I tried them all, but 1994 seemed to fit! I.HEART. BIG. HAIR. - seriously. If it was still cool, I would have it teased to the hilt right now. But.... nowadays all the rage is flat irons :(

Random Updates

2008-09-22T11:11:00.000-07:00

This was a clean out / re-organize / swap summer for fall clothes / clean up weekend. THANK.GOD.IT'S.OVER.

Good News:

1. All my old jeans - TOO BIG. Went shopping to replace them and guess what??? I lost a whole size!! No more shopping at Lane Bryant! I am longer a plus size. (please don't hate).

2. Found $18.74 in change lost in the sofa, chairs and under stuff

3. Located 4 pair of heels lost in the closet.

Bad News:

1. Still no Hermit Crab

2. When you are a woman and lose weight, the first thing that goes----BOOBIES. So part of my new jean shopping was dedicated to new (smaller) bra shopping. boo :(

3. While shopping for said smaller bra, daughter decides she needs a bra. Who needs a bra at 7 years old? Well, I caved. Walmart had little "sports bra & panty" sets on clearance for $3.00, so I bought 2 for her.

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Still not smoking. I am dreaming about it?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

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Have not reached my goal to run a 5k this month. Although I am still running for exercise...

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Halloween decorations are up. We put alot of decorations this year due to the fact we are having a birthday party at the house next month and with having little kids, they kinda require decorations or the crying fits start, besides, I was in the mood for it this year!

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Monday night funnies are back on CBS tonight!! All new episodes!!! Why am I so crazy over it right now? Well.....I am too frugal to PAY for TV. No satellite, no cable in my house. So we get one channel - CBS 16. Which is OK by all means, we watch little TV, but 2.5 Men, New Adventures of Old Christine, How I Met Your Mother - SUPER FUNNY SHOWS. I am an addict.

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Enjoy the rest of your Monday! Sorry for the late post!

You Found Me How?

2008-09-19T10:26:00.000-07:00

Top searches that will lead you to me are:

1. Bacon Wrapped Meatloaf
2. Diarear
3. No Bake Oatmeal Cookies
4. Gas Experiment

So...we have determined Bacon wrapped meatloaf is a highly sought after recipe. Come on now, DIAREAR? It wasn't even spelled right - on purpose BTW - it come in at #2!!!!

I have sooo many more recipes that I want to share. Maybe I will pull out the trusty recipe-catch-all-folder and see what I come up with for next week?!?!?!?!

DIAREAR.....still.do.not.understand.

A Thousand Words Thursday....

2008-09-18T05:33:00.000-07:00

Did You Just Fart?

2008-09-16T09:25:00.000-07:00

Having some private lady time with my female friends, a topic come up in which I would like YOUR input.

Are there any actions or funky quirks about yourself that you hide from your spouse or significant other? Will you fart in front of them? Burp? Pee? Poop? Shower? Do you eat like a pig and they just don't know it yet?

Or.....are you an open book? Take you as you are kinda person? If you got to fart, by god, do you let it out? If so, what are/were their reactions?

I will be in gone the rest of the day, but boy do I look forward to reading your comments tonight!

Where Were You on Sept. 11, 2001?

2008-09-12T11:06:00.000-07:00

Sometime around 9 a.m. - the phone rings...

me: hello

hubby: hey....listen....don't freak out.

me: OMG!!! Who died???????

hubby: no one died.......look, I can't talk long, just turn on the TV and stay tuned.

me: O....k.

hubby: OK, I got to get back to work. I will call you at lunch time. Bye

me: love you, bye....

click

I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and turned the TV on. OMG..... the first tower had been hit.

(I have chicken skin right now typing this)

Once I understood what was happening, the 2nd tower got hit.

I turned the TV off.

Frozen, that's what I was. Fear overcome my body. I was 36 weeks pregnant with our first child. All that kept running through my mind was "Are there more planes? OMFG they are going to hit us (thinking literally hit our house), I am never going to meet my baby. OMFG, those poor people, their families, OMFG, OMFG, OMFG"

Panic Attack mode while pregnant - not good.

When hubby got home we watched the news together. Of course that's all that was on for the next 3 months. We discussed and tried to digest what had happened. Every Sept. 11th since, I cry at least once that day. I cry for those lost, missing, injured, killed, those who lost someone - especially the kids who lost a parent and the parents who lost a child. It makes me sad.

Will we ever know the truth about who, what, when, where, why and how this come about? There are conspiracy theories. The government claims to have told us the truth. But will we really ever know?

Sorry I didn't give a complete recap of the events of 911, but if you are reading this then you know what happened that day. You know what you saw on the TV. You know how you feel about the situation. So tell me, what were you doing that day? How did you find out? How do you feel now?

Changes to Site

2008-09-11T12:22:00.001-07:00

Made some changes, playing around a little.

You can follow me on Twitter

You can stalk me too...

I'm down with it. Give me some feedback!

A Thousand Words Thursday

2008-09-11T06:35:00.000-07:00

"Chesnuts Roasting on an Open Fire......."

Squirting Milk Out of My Nose

2008-09-10T13:05:00.000-07:00

I am not being political here, honest, just humorous. Besides, The 40 Year old Virgin was a favorite movie of mine until it went missing......hhmmmmm......

Deer Season Is Among Us

2008-09-10T06:59:00.000-07:00

That time of year is among us....Deer Hunting Season, that is. I wrote about this last year and feel the need to write about AGAIN this year.

Sept. 1 kicked off the beginning of Deer season for bow hunters.

Now not everyone is a bow hunter, but around my neck of the woods...........we hunt. We bow hunt, gun hunt any kind of LEGAL hunting - we are down with it. There are 2 types of hunters: the legal, ethical ones, and the poacher, illegal, only after the antlers kind of hunter. We are the first. Hubby has his license, proper gear, paid hunting dues to the club of his choice, butcher on reserve,ect...... I love venison. Very healthy for you (2 gram of fat per serving!!!), and much cheaper than store bought red meat. We can have a deer butchered for around $70.00, ANY WAY WE WANT IT CUT, sausage, hot sausage, burger, rump roast, tenderloins, thin steaks, whatever your heart desires. Just try getting a freezer full of meat from your local Wal-Mart for $70.00. NOT.GONNA.HAPPEN.

OK, that being said, on to the illegal hunters. You suck! When you pay for a license to hunt, that money goes straight to wildlife conservation and management efforts. When you illegally kill deer and leave the gut bag dumped on the side of the road, you cause a road hazard to the rest of us. Hazard as in, all the flying buzzards with potential to hit cars, not to mention other scavengers, not to mention, someone's pet getting into it, and possibly getting sick from meat that's gone bad. Illegal hunters that just pull off the side of some country road and think they can sneak into someone Else's stand and shoot the wrong way, and hit a child in their backyard playing - SUCK! Also give ethical hunters a bad name.

A good hunter will take the time to do things right. They will not disturb the natural habitat. They will not make bad shots. They will not leave gut bags on the side of the road. They will eat what they kill. They will donate at least one of their kills to charity. yes, there are drop offs where you can take the deer and the state examines them and/or donates the meat to places like the Red Cross, ect....

So please, hunt legally, hunt ethically, hunt responsibly. And PLEASE do not judge all hunters by the actions of a the bad ones.

Happy Hunting!

Normalcy

2008-09-08T08:25:00.001-07:00

What in the hell is it?
Does anyone feel like they have a great family and have no issues with them? By family I mean your mom, dad, siblings, ect... NOT your hubby, kids, ect...

As I have written about on here before, I am the black sheep of my family. Or so I thought. I have been trying to pull away from them slowly, but I keep getting sucked back in. That sucks.

Not this time though. I have done everything I can to support my parents by being a loving daughter and lending a shoulder, an ear, only to get pissed on....again. I have tried to be the loyal sister to stand by her injured brother in a terrible time. Only to get pissed on...again. I am fucking done people. By done, I mean, done with the emotional and verbal abuse. I am done with being the outsider. I am done with all of them completely dismissing my parenting requests pertaining to my own children. I am done with the constant complaints, but never doing anything to change the situation. I am done with the lying. I am done with the covering up. I am done with the scheming. I am D.O.N.E.

Hardcore like a sex tape I know. But, it is what it is. No sugar on top. This is raw emotion. This is why I call my blog therapy. Tis the only way to save my own sanity. As my hubby says "This is out little world over here, here you are safe"

All contact has been shut down, all numbers have been deleted and blocked, all Myspace profiles have been deleted and blocked, no trespassing signs are in place and I already had to tell one person they will get a restraining order against them if they don't stop...Yeah, it's that bad.

No I am not a drama queen, I hate drama, that's why I am doing what I am doing. My kids don't need this shit. I can compare it to breaking the cycle of child abuse. In a way it is child abuse, against me and my kids.

So please, if you want to comment something encouraging, go for it. I need all the love I can get at this point.

PTO or PTA in Some Areas

2008-09-05T07:29:00.000-07:00

Guess who got suckered in the PTO? Me!!! Oh boy.....

Guess who is Vice President of the PTO? Me!!! Oh boy....

Guess who is not excited about it? My daughter!!! Oh well.....

Guess who almost fell through the glass shower door when they found out? Hubby!!!

Guess who surprisingly supports my effort to be involved? Hubby!!! Finally.....

This journey should be interesting.

A Thousand Words Thursday

2008-09-04T11:37:00.001-07:00

The Onion Post.

2008-09-04T11:29:00.000-07:00

Imagine:

You have an important meeting to attend. You race home, drop kids to hubby, slap some chicken, onions, carrots, ect.. in a pot and throw it in the oven. You wash yourself up, grab your keys and head out the door.

Meeting goes as planned. Everything was nice......or so you thought.

The next morning you get an email. It states:

"hi there, great meeting last night. your speech rocked, everyone loved you. EXCEPT......someone said you smelled like onions"!!!!

CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE THE EMBARRASSMENT???????????

So damage control me, emailed everyone and explained the situation. I got lots of laughs....

Now, my question to you is, what is the proper way to rid your hands of the onion smell?

Our New Found Pet(s) errrrr........

2008-09-03T09:52:00.001-07:00

Disclosure: the pictured hermit crab is not ours, it's a stock photo because I have yet to replace my lost camera and my phone will not send pictures for some dumb ass reason...

We have adopted a hermit crab. We, as in my daughter. Ok, I lie.....I love the little thing. I love it so much in fact, I bought 2 more. They are named Malibu, Woody and Fasty. Malibu is shy and likes to stay in his shell, Woody is the biggest one, outgoing, smart, handsome, Fasty is well....fast little booger, outgoing also and likes to make a mess in the cage.

Hermit crabs are interesting little crustaceans. They are hypo-allergenic, so no excuse to own one. The are scavengers, so they will eat anything pretty much, wood, fruits, store bought Hermit food, leaves, ect.... No vet required. Just give them a Crabitat that's 70-80 degrees with 70-80% humidity, a bath once a week, plenty of empty shells, fresh water and food and they are good. My crabs have already changed shells 3 times. I have some shells that look like they come from the ocean, then I have others that were hand painted with Spiderman (yes, spiderman), one that's yellow with a butterfly painted on it, one painted Pepsi blue, some with googly eyes (craft eyes) on it. Endless possibilities.

Hubby says I have become more attached to them than the daughter has. He may be right. So I will be pulling the 30 gallon fish tank out of storage tonight, making it all homey and such and relocating the Hermie's to their new home. Lovely!!!

This is NOT An Endorsement

2008-09-03T07:32:00.000-07:00

Who is she? Alaska has a Gov.? Her daughter is what? Wait.....Who is she again???

Alaska Gov. Sara Palin has received and accepted the Republican Vice Presidential Nomination. Out of no where, Palin has taken center stage this week in the media, internet and everywhere else unless you live under a rock. I must say very good timing to McCain. He was kind enough to let Obama has his 15 minutes of fame at the DNC for making history, but quickly brought that to a halt the next morning with his announcement of his VP.

No one knows who this woman is. There are reports of her being an Anchorwoman for the local Alaskan news agency in the early 90's. She was a soccer mom. Is relatively new to the Political arena. But still, no one knows who she is. In an effort by the media to discover who she is, they have dug up the fact that her 17 year old, unwed daughter is 5 months pregnant. Palin herself is a new mother, having just given birth 4 months ago. So, just who is she? What does she have to contribute? What HAS she contributed? Oh, did anyone else hear her speech? You can tell she was a soccer coach, she still has the rasp in the voice.

I believe the next couple of months we are going to learn a great deal about this lady.
What are your opinions?

The Next Post

2008-09-02T11:57:00.000-07:00

I have lots to talk about..

1. Mrs. Palin
2. Mr. McCain
3. The Long Weekend
4. Hermit Crabs
5. PTO (or PTA in some areas)
6. Onions

More to come this week on ......Average Girl.

lol....no seriously all related posts to follow this week.

Thousand Word Thursday

2008-08-28T09:53:00.001-07:00

500th Blogtations Party

2008-08-28T06:32:00.000-07:00

Blogtations is having a 500th party!

Go visit http://www.blogtations.typepad.com/ you will love it! Maybe even become an addict.

You have to post your favorite quote from their blog and then link to the blogger who originally posted it, then sign up on Blogtations site to participate.

My favorite quote::::

Why do I have a butter knife in my hand? Hmm, it has mayo on it, I must have been making a sandwich. But wait, why am I standing in the bathroom? Wait, I don't even have any lunch meat. And, where are my pants?
I haven't slept much lately. Is it obvious?

This quote has come from none other than Brittany over at http://www.barefootfoodie.com/

Brittany is one of the funniest, most honest bloggers I know.

So go visit Brittany, go visit Blogtations, and I encourage you to participate in the fun!!

My Baby On Her Way To 1st Grade!!!

2008-08-26T08:36:00.000-07:00

I love her!!!

Too Cute!!!

Back to The Daily Grind

2008-08-25T07:18:00.000-07:00

Okay People's...I'm back.

I want to thank all of you for the well wishes for the vacation, and for commenting on the horde of posts I left before hand.

Not as exhausted as I thought I would be.
Not as much crap piled up when I returned to work this morning.

School started this morning for my girl. Going to 1st grade!! Life is good for her, new clothes, new haircut, new book bag, new teacher, new friends........she was all excited standing out there waiting for the bus with her friends. "Okay Mom, you can stop taking my picture" so I walked away for a minute.....*cried* *sniffle, sniffle*

There are a couple things I want to touch base on:
1. Worst blogger of the year award - as some of you know, Mr. Boston himself came here, read the post (only after being told by a friend) and commented, saying I was lame. Guess what? I have been told worse by better. Who cares, you obviously thought I was lame anyways because you ignored me!!! He even blogged about it. I wouldn't. I would tell no one about that winning that award. And yes, Mr. Boston, I have my own issues as you stated. Was it a struggle to write about my rape? No. I was obviously ready, or I would have not said a thing. My writing style is not perfect (I did not go to college to write, nor am I looking for a book deal by blogging), my people have issues, I write about alot of different subjects, and I am searching for my self here. If people do not like what/how I write - DON'T VISIT. PERIOD. This blog is for me. To have someone/something to hold myself accountable for my actions/goals/ect... Like I said before, blogging is free therapy. I know for a fact though Mr. Boston, you will NEVER ignore another commenter on your site again. As for my other visitors/commenter's, don't worry about me EVER doing that again. I will NEVER comment like that and get rejected and keep commenting, I will just go away. But most of you are soo great, I'll never leave....NEVAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHA

2. Obama has picked his running mate.....Sen. Biden from Delaware - my home state!!! Way to go!!! Biden is still running for his Senate position in the event Obama does not get the big win. IF, Obama does win the race, Biden will have to be replaced in Senate, in which that person will be appointed by Governor Minner. Biden replacements could be his son Beau Biden, Jack Markell or a few others. This will be interesting. I believe Gov. Minner will appoint his son, Beau Biden to fill his Fathers shoes.

3. Gosh I missed you all!!!! I am glad to be back!!!!!!!!!!!

Going On Vacation

2008-08-15T13:09:00.000-07:00

I am on vacation all next week, so unfortunately I will not be posting. My computer at home is still broken so I have been using company time to feed my blog addiction. It's all good.

Maybe I can find a computer somewhere, that someone will let me use......

Please don't get mad at me for not resonding to any comments over the next week ;)

Miss ya'll already

xoxoxox,

Average Girl

Old Pics I Just got Developed

2008-08-15T10:17:00.001-07:00

Photo #1 & #2 are the day after I wrecked hubby's Hinda 2 stroke dirtbike - head first into a tree: circa April 2004. Yes, I had the SHORT hair and I was doped up on pain meds. But pic #1 does not do my knee justice - it was BLACK for MONTHS.

Photo # 3 my son at.........4-6 months???? He looked like the Michelin man, just look at those rolls

Photo #4 doing what I do best.....making the kids cry. Just kidding, it was July4th 2005 and the fireworks made him cry.

Something I Stole From Cheaper Than Therapy Jen

2008-08-15T06:57:00.000-07:00

I am...too hard on others
I think...people make their own destiny I know... 
I can do anything I put my mind and energy to.
I want...peace
I have... the best family.
I wish... for my children to have a long, healthy and happy life.
I hate...liars
I miss...my best friend
I fear…something will happen to one of my children
I feel...content
I hear...silence
I smell... my perfume
I search...for peace
I wonder...how my career will take off
I regret...high school
I love...my family
I care...about everyone
I always... procrastinate.
I am not...going to be like my mother
I believe...in Karma
I dance...when I’ve had a few too many
I sing...unbelievably well, but only in the car.
I don't always...shave my legs
I write... what I feel.
I win...2nd place at everything, never 1st place
I lose...self control when I PMS
I never...ignore anyone
I listen... to everything whether it pertains to me or not…..I’m nosey
I can usually be found...at home
I'm scared of...life
I read…psychology textbooks without taking the courses, I am fascinated with understanding people
I forget...something everyday
I just...burped diet pepsi out of my nose and it burnt like crazy. lol
I am happy about...starting vacation in 8 hours!!!

Worst Blogger of the year Award Goes To.......

2008-08-15T06:46:00.000-07:00

Mr. Boston.

Thats right, you Mr. Boston. You have repeatedly ignored my comments, suggestions and treat me like I am invisble. So, after next week, you will be deleted from my blogroll. I am on vacation next week, and my computer is still broken, besides, I want to leave up your info so my other readers can go visit you and get ignored also.

I guess you figured out I was married therefor was no good at advice. Excuse me Mr. I am looking for info on how to land a wife. Yeah I know nothing. I dug down and talked about how I was raped as an adolescent - which was relevent because the Russian girl you were dating went through the same thing, and you ignored that also.

So, this is award is for you, enjoy.

P.s. To all my REAL visitors, you all are great and I appreciate ALL the comments I get and I appreciate YOU for taking the time to read my blog. Love, Average Girl

Thousand Word Thursday

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