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I curse and drink with the best of them. I'm blunt and honest and if you think that might offend you, too bad; don't read my entry. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** For those of you who are brave enough to continue: Thanks for stopping! Molly Jean   |
| I can't tell you how many times I've heard that. A plate of ribs would come in the office, doughnuts, chocolate, deep fat fried....anything, and I would pass saying I didn't need it. This is usually chorused by all the plesantly plump women crowding around said temptations, yet they pile them on their plates anyway, giving me dirty looks because of my will power. "Like you really need to worry about not eating that." That phrase has followed me the majority of my adult life. Well, yeah I do. Granted I've been blessed genetically, I have a fast metabolism and I've been an athlete my entire life. It's also very easy for me to gain muscle mass which fuels that ever important metabolism. But I'm also very careful what I eat. Yeah, I have my moments where I will sit down and gorge myself on 1/2 a bag of Salt and Pepper Kettle chips, or eat an entire bar of Ghirardelli carmel filled dark chocolate, but I'm also active and eat correctly the rest of the day. My mother raised me with a very complete understanding of nutrition. We ate everything from Swiss Chard to Okra and Asparagus grown straight from our garden. We only were fixed lean meat, ate lots lots of fish and chicken. So I was already a step a head of everyone with a firm foundation of nutritional values. We weren't allowed to have name brand sugary cereals, Hostess snacks, or ice cream every night. We snacked on fresh fruit and vegetables, cheese and other "good for you" foods. It's not that I crave those things, it's just that it's been ingrained in my brain that you can't survive on junk alone. Or at all! I'm not sure what brought this up, maybe the little voice in my head telling me that I didn't need the three pieces of thick cut bacon I fried up this morning. But i went through with it anyway, because I'm going to be running ragged all over the house today cleaning and vaccuming. I'll make up for it at lunch and eat spinach or something. I eventually made my case known to one of those women, the ones that chastise me for watching my figure and keeping a diet. I think there was a left over frosty or something floating around the office and I told her that I didn't need it. Again, that infamous phrase was uttered and at that point I was stressed because Gary had called me for the 10th time wondering when I would be home and I was waiting on ads to come in. So I told her: Yes, yes I do have to worry about that. Do you think I'm just skinny because I am? I work really hard at being skinny, and in shape, I walk everyday, I watch what I eat. If I don't I would be a huge load of lard. I am the way I am because I make the right choices. I don't think she appreciated it, but you know, at some point someone just has to lay it on the line. She had been batteling with diabetes for many years, all of her daugthers were heavy, her husband had gastic bypass and was still a very large man. I'm lucky, genetically and maternally because my mother instilled the correct eating habitsin my brother and I. We have adventurous pallets, we love food and know exactly how to make those choices. I fight the same battles in my own home. Not everyone is as lucky as I was. Gary was fed Steakums and french fries everyday for lunch. Now he battles high blood pressure and high cholesterol. So yes, I do need to worry about that. Things aren't always as easy as people make them out to be. I'm not skinny because I am, I'm skinny because I work at it. No I have to get back to cleaning and working off those three pieces of bacon I ate this morning. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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| Our Saturday was consumed by another wrestling tournament. This time on the completely other side of town, a good 30-40 mintues of freeway driving away. The boys had to be at the highschool at 6:15am. We were really lucky because Tyler insisted that he go to his mom's friday night after practice so she's the one that had to take him in. An event Gary and I find extremely humorous because she is not, and never has been, a morning person. We'll get back to that worthless waste of space soon enough but right now you really need a run down of our day. It all kinda started the night before, about 7:30, when Tyler called and said he didn't have his mouth piece. After an argument about how this is mouth piece #3, the first one being mangled in the forming process, the second chewed through. This one apparently has been misplaced because he refuses to keep it in his bag because it will get dirty. A simple sandwich bag will remedy this violation of sanitation but as you can imagine since the idea came from us, it was "lame" or "retarded" and so "utterly uncool" it wasn't done. After arguing about how his mother should take him to get a new one and him telling us they're way too busy to do it (read she's a lazy cunt and won't fork out the money) we leave our poor girl friend sitting at home to await our call to meet us at CJs to shoot pool and drink beer and catch up. So we can ditch our plans to take care of the kid but she's so important..., well, any way. We won't go there because I'll go into a c word rant and I'm sure someone will deem my blog unfit to read. So we headed out 20 mintues east, because that's the closest sports store, to get a mouth piece and to get a case for it so we don't have any more issues. It's bull but he's our boy so we take care of him. After doing that we spend a great night with our friend Shelly (another wrestling mom) catching up as our boys' been sick, and she had a funeral to deal with so it's been a while. Next morning, we're up at 6am. I get ready, donning my gold eye shadow and back mascara, to support our boys. I told Gary he's jealous he can't be that die hard, I got one of those multi purpose grunts men utilize when women are being silly. They mean anything from: "Boy you're funny, babe. But it's just way too early to acknowlege your comedic genious" to "you're just an idiot, but I'm married to you and can't tell you or you'll take 1/2 my stuff". After that I head to the kitchen to nuke my tubs of pulled pork, which were a huge hit! I didn't bring any home. I spread them all out in my new Anchor Hocking baking dish nuke the warming pad then slip them all in my nifty nylon carrying case. A gift from my boys for Christmas bought with this exact intent, and we're off. Both of us coughing and hacking our lungs out from some vile virus we can't quite shake, my fevers are under control and at this point it's just a 5 alarm fire in my throat. Gary's not well at all, fevers and achies abound. He even went to the truck after Ty's last scoring match and took a nap. We stop in at Cracker Barrel around 7:15 for sustanance and hot tea and honey for my throat, we get to the school just before 8 which is when we thought that meet started. It doesn't start until 9:30, so we wait, and Gary leans back between my legs, pulls his hoodie over his face and takes a nap, his 200 lb body fatiguing my legs like you wouldn't believe. The boys come up and talk to us, telling us all the bus and locker room drama. John, Cyndi's boy, is over weight by 9 ounces and can't wrestle. She's furious, I asked him if he had to poop. He didn't and the scales were closed so he sat the entire day and didn't wrestle at all. Tyler lost his first match. The kid he was up against was 20 - 2. We weren't expecting anything spectacular in this meet. It's Ty's first year and I think it's pretty obvious that this kid has been at this for quite awhile. His second he does better but still loses, so he's out of the scoring matches. His mother only made it to see his second and he didn't think he was wrestling again so he told her to go home. I love that she had to get up at 5 to have him at the school, driving all the way from New Albany, then back home, then to Hilliard, then home and then back to the school to pick him up after the bus drops them off then back home again. LOVE IT. It was close to being the highlight of my day. Luckily they have set up three non scoring matches while the placing matches are going on. Hell on the coaches because they have to be at every match, but great for the boys because that means they aren't sitting around doing nothing. Tyler's first match got skipped, so he only had 2, he won his first. We were so proud of him, Coach was too and that was a great thing to see because they haven't been exactly supportive of him because of all the screwing off he did in the beginning. His second match is that one that pisses us off. Before Tyler's starts one of our other boys was down on mat 5 wrestling a boy from the same school, Walnut Springs. Turns out that kid was down there punching poor Adam in the head trying to get him to break his hold. One of the things that warms my heart about these meets is to see how sportsmanlike these boys are. There are many matches when after going three periods, completely drained covered in sweat and ready to collapse, they shake hands declare the winner then they both give each other one of those akward man hugs. That's the way to be, respect your opponent and treat them well. That's what makes this sport for me, is the character and values of the players, and it's the coaches that instill those ideals. Our coaches are both wonderful. Not only do they tell it like it is with the boys, the encourage fair play, real tactics, and sportsmanship values. They are dedicated and support our boys with all their effort and it's great to see that kid of hustle. Back to Ty's match. Anyway, he's wresting some chubby kid from Walnut Springs, they spar a bit then he gets Tyler down and in a choke hold turning him on the mat and you can tell he's holding him too tight, but Tyler is fighting back keeping his back off the mat and finally the ref calls it and tells the kid to let him go. I've never seen anyone turn blue before but my kid was literally blue, gasping for breath. He's looking at us for anything so I call to him to take out his mouth piece and just breath, he'll be fine. He's furious, you can see every muscle in his body taught that this kid has done that to him and is going to kill him. He breathes, rubs his neck and catches his breath. You can always tell when he's pissed because he flares his nostrils like a bull.  He's going to kill this chubby little Indian kid if it's the last thing he does. After he catches his breath they pair up again and Ty's all over that little blueberry (their singlets are blue and with that belly it's a very acurate description). He's throwning him all over that mat and just before he gets him pinned, time in the period runs out. Tyler's pissed again because he knew he had that kid and smacks the mat with his hand and yells a sharp frustration. The ref tells him to calm down and while the ref is talking to him the other coach calls blue berry over and looks at his lip, then tells him to go and get a drink. Coach Scott, our coach, if furious, railing the ref up and down that they are stalling and it's bullshit. (Note: This ref is about 300 pounds of unassembled lard, it's amazing to us that he can get low enough of the mat to see if someone is pinned. Give me a break, he sucks, he's never fair to our team and we've all had it.) After blueberry is taking his time getting his drink "nursing" his cut lip, I'm screaming at Tyler to stay pissed and get that kid, pin him and finish it! Coach pretty much does the same, pounding him on the back and screaming a sharp, "STAY MAD!" I'm guessing the pound on the back was to piss him off too because it was pretty rough. In the end Tyler couldn't get him pinned but he would have won had the stats running the clock would have been paying attention to the ref and posting the points they way they should have and had the ref called all the points he made. All in all he missed 6 points Tyler scored. He was furious, throwing his head gear infront of me in the bleachers, and me telling him to chill and not do that. Unfortunately it was an unfair match and that's just the way things go sometimes. After all of this I find out that all of the WS players were giggling at the fact my kid had a blue face and then thought it was funny their player was taking a water break. I didn't notice any of this because I'm focused on Tyler and cheering him on, keeping his head in the game. Gary is an observer and took all of this in. Had I seen them laughing at Ty because their kid choaked him I would have come unglued and would have let flow the wrath of a redneck woman, which I completely looked the part in my work boots and jeans. Yeah, I don't even class it up for public events. There was still snow on the ground and I was tired of having cold feet, sue me.Anyway, this was the meet that really got Ty in with the coaches and made them see that he takes this seriously and he's trying his hardest. Coach Lieb is really helping him out and getting his moves down, it's good to see. It's hard to ignore a kid that is dedicated and has parents that are backing him as hard as we back Ty. Not only has this been a great thing for our family because we spend so much time bonding over these events, it's great for Tyler because it's back to the integrity and character that these boys develop from the dedication it takes to be a good wrestler. So now back to coming home. We're dog sick. My voice is gone, my throat is on fire and Gary's fever finally broke somewhere in the night. I'm sitting here on the couch tapping out my entry (which will get copied in an email to Brooke since Gary woke up too early and I couldn't tell her all about yeterday in the IMs) with nothing more than a mini danish in my belly sipping Lemon Zinger tea with a full bottle of Southern Comfort glazing my eyes over at 9am. I've already checked my throat numerous times for the tell tale white spots and stripes that brand you with Strep but they aren't there, it's just the worst sore throat I've had in my life and I'm hoping dousing it in tea and booze will kill what's ever causing it. Gary's finally done bellowing at me down the hallway that I need to come back to bed and had gotten in to our contaminated water in the bath. A water main broke shortly after we left yesterday morning and we are still on a boil alert. I need to get off here and get some work done around the house while being pathetic. Until next entry y'all take care! |
| Yep, that's me. Well kinda. I don't wear frilly dresses while I cook or make dinner every night but there are days I feel like one. Today my job is to rat out the house and get rid of the clutter. Gary hates clutter. I grew up in organized clutter so I've assimilated to looking past it and dealing with the bigger issues at hand. Apparently my kitchen is one of the biggest offenders. I now am in possesion of a deep fat fryer, a Kitchen Aid stand mixer, a Cuisinart food processor and blender, not to mention all of my stainless steel containers, spice racks and toaster. My kitchen is a hole. Literally, a hole in the house right after the mudroom. Closed in on all 4 sides with walls that go all the way up. I have ZERO cabinet space and even less counter space. All of my major appliances sit out on the counter because all of my cabinets are stuffed with baking and cooking paraphernalia. It makes no sense, my kitchen. I love to cook, love to bake, but I can't stand to be closed up in that pit. I'm shut off from the rest of the house and my boys are far too lazy to actually come in to the pit to talk to me so they yell across the house. Which usually results in me having to leave what I'm doing to answer questions like, "what's the theme of my book" (*note* a book that I have not read yet my child has, or atleast claims to, and I'm the one he asks!), "Where are my winter socks?", "Come cuddle with me", "come let me tell you about my day". Common! You pulled me out of the kitchen for this!? For things that will wait until I'm done mashing your potatoes, steaming your veggies and cooking your meats?! Needy, needy, needy! On the upside we are planning to tear out a wall and move my kitchen to a more open space. I can't wait. We've been talking about this since we moved it, but Gary's got everything taped out on the walls and floor so we'll see. I just want the lick and stick tile flooring that never looks clean no matter how many times I mop it to be gone. *side note: Cape Cod salt and pepper chips are nirvana in your mouth. Holy cow! And I have a sore throat and feel all fevery again and am loving that scorching burn I get from hot tea on my firey throat. Heaven!* I have to rat out the office of all our wedding stuff. It's driving him crazy. 4 years of running a business out of it and now it needs to be a bedroom. We have too many kiddos and single friends hanging out. Wrestling is back up and full swing. Tyler has been sick so last night was his first practice and he was all pissed because I made him go. Join in with me now! "Oh booo hooo hooo! You poorw wittwl fing! Did ooo have to exert yoursewlf?" He was all pissy with me on the way home because they made him run and he's been sitting on his ass for a week and a 1/2 not doing anything. Screw that attitude. Suck it up and be a man. Freeking kid. It's still snowing here in the Buckeye state too. It's been crazy with all of it. Our house is/ was a disaster area. When it snows we're out for 8 hours, sometimes after being up the entire day. We come home, strip down, hit the shower or just the bed depending on how tired we are then we spend the next 24 hours trying to get our rhythm back. When it hits during the day it's not that big of a deal, we still have our sleep cycle untouched, maybe just strained. This getting up at 4am to plow though kills me some days. I gotta put some time in on my chapter 19. I have it written out on paper, just need to get it keyed in. A simple task when just mentioned that way, but usually turns in to an ordeal because I add, and edit just about everything I've written already. Have a good one folks, I'm back to my Stepfordness! |
| Okay, so this entry isn't going to be the philosophical epiphay my last one was. I'm just checking in telling everyone that we are officially even up in the business. The check I put in the bank today is going to actually used for the job it was ment to and the check coming in we get! Hey! I think that's called profit! Woo Hoo! yea us! Plus we have snow plow money coming in so we should be alright I would hope. Alrighty kiddos. I'll be checking in tomorrow morning with an actual entry. |
| Call me crazy, old fashioned or what ever you want, but I just don't think having computers controlling the small aspects of our lives is good. We're plowing again. And since we drive all over the central Ohio area I have tons of time to think. Some may call it a bad thing, who knows. I guess you'll decide after you read this entry, huh? My Jeep is a Wrangler. Not a dressed out Grand Cherokee, or one of the newer cross over models that has automatic headlights, dual climate control; hell, even intermitent wipers on the rear window. Nope, it's nuts and bolts bare, quite literatlly. My hinges for the doors are mounted on the exterior of the vehicle, the only thing that keeps the doors from swinging completely open and whacking my fender flares are pieces of nylon that are mounted on two pegs; one on the body the other on the door. Granted, not every car out there has removable doors, but....just to set the stage for you. Also it's equiped with a cassette player. That's right, you read it correctly. My 2003 Jeep has a cassette player. I thought it was odd too but again, nuts and bolts bare. My vehicle before this was a 2000 Chevy Blazer LT. For those of you that aren't Bowtie flewent that means DECKED OUT! It was great. Actually had a thermostat that controlled the temperature of the car, would shut off if it got too hot or too cold, and turn back on in the same respect. Automatic headlights, leather (well GMs idea of leather) seats, automatic seats at that, auto windows, locks, that cool little remote that made it beep when I locked it, and what I miss the most, an intermitent rear wiper. I was spoiled. Spoiled rotten in respect to the primitive state of my current vehicle. Most people love those little comforts, the idea that your car is taking care of you. I'm kind of glad I don't have them anymore. I got lazy, and for those of you who want to know exactly where this is going, that's it. Automation is making us lazy and I believe further burying our common sense under the pile of poo it's already consumed under. The more bells and whistles that are tacked on to the vehicle the further from the car we become. I wonder if our children will get the same comfort I get when I turn my wipers on, or say to myself, "Hey it's dusk, better kick on the headlights." To me it's a sense of control. Do you really want your car to be thinking for you? It's a car, it's not a nanny or a mother who tells you what you need to be doing. You take care of it, you are the boss, the vehicle is not the boss of you. Granted there are many things out there that are making the roadways safer. Daytime running headlights one of them, some of you might say "why didn't you mention the new automatic breaking system like on the new Volvos?" Because, it's mechanical and electrical and therefore just one more thing to fail. And guess who gets to pay to have it fixed when it does? You do. Why not just put down the Blackberry or your Venti double 1/2 caf non fat mochachino and drive your car? Make sense? To me it does. But then again I'm not your typical current trend person. I'm still living in Mayberry to tell you the truth. What happens when your new auto breaking system fails and you've become so accustomed to it stopping you before you plow the ass end of the vehicle in front of you? You're gonna get a neck brace and a need a good lawyer, that's what's gonna happen. And I won't even go in to the frivilous lawsuits that occur this day and age and how many more that will bring on. So many people out there are trying to distance them selves from taking care of things that need maintenance. I love my Jeep. I love listening to it, I love feeling it, I love smelling it. I know a little odd? Maybe, but all of those senses let you talk to your car. The whine I get from my transfer case when I'm in four wheel drive, smelling clutch before my transmission goes completely out, the squeel of worn out break pads, or the incessant knocking from my drive shaft I'm getting right now. But maybe I'm just different. I've always been in touch with my cars. I can remember when I first started driving, my boyfriend was in the passenger seat and I pulled my front tires just over the stop bar in the road and felt the slight rise of the suspension and asked if he felt it too. He told me I was nuts; I wasn't nuts, I was just paying attention. But he wanted to be an accountant, and I wanted to be a drag racer, so....well that tells you right there why we didn't work out. Today out plowing I did feel very at one with my Jeep. And I'm sure if you go back in some of my entries you will read me berating it's mechanical capabilities and cursing MOPAR for their inferior technology and calling it names. But it's the fact it's so bare that lets us talk to each other. Think of it as a dog, or a cat. Never mind, cats are weird, cats don't talk to you, dogs do though. Forget cats, it's like a dog. You know those looks: the, I gotta pee so bad my eyeballs are floating; Where did you hide my damn chew toy your Nazi?; I'm starving, I'm starving, I'm starving, and no I don't remember you feeding me ten minutes ago; Did you have a bad day? Wanna cuddle me?. Alright, well I don't cuddle my Jeep, but you get the idea. All those little noises, the smells and vibrations coming through that metal body and frame tell me the same things. But people are so hung up on comfort they want all the sound deadening padding and for the cockpit of the car to be a cocoon of noiseless bliss. It's a car! Not a buddist retreat! I love the fact I have to turn my head lights on, and the fact that I actually have to put the mental effort into telling myself it's time to. Or that I have to manually lock my doors, or turn on my wipers, even turning the back on every 5 mintues just to clear the window. Those are all things that keep my mind sharp and off the stupid shit like "who's Brittany dating? What time does Scrubs come on? What in the heck am I going to fix for dinner?" It keeps me attuned to what is going on in the car and what is going on around me. That's why I love my Jeep. Gary thinks I'm nuts, let him. I've been known to say that I love my Jeep passionately and with undying furvor, but I'd have a sleazy, pay by the hour hotel, affair with Gary's truck any day of the week. It's a power thing. What can I say, I'm a horsepower slut. So sue me. If my Jeep had the same kind of power Gary's truck did I'd be a faithful little pup, but it doesn't, so I'm not. I steal away with Big Blue and blow down 40 the needle bumping 80mph, weaving in and out of traffic like a woman possed. That's our dirty sexy affair. The kind where you don't even look at each other, just throw the money on the nightstand and leave. My Jeep understands, it's a soul mate thing with us. We get each other. |
| I never thought I'd say this but our life has been consumed by a sport. The one thing I do have to say about it is that it's brought us closer to the boy, but it's taking over our lives. Wrestling. It's killing me. We spend our entire days revolving around it. Practice every day 5-6:30. Wednesday we have duals and the weekends are spent in tournaments. Last weekend we drove to Waterford (just this side of WV) and spent our entire Saturday in a stinky Gym. On the up side my Jeep is done and so is Gary's truck. Snow plow season can now officially start. I have to get cleaning today because of the whole wrestling thing. Haven't been home so no time to clean up and put away laundry. Or cook. I'm tired of eating out. This week has been crazy though because of the 2 tournaments. Next week should be better but right now I'm overwhelmed. *sigh* I'll resurface again when I have time again. Until then (in tribute to my girly Brookie and her silliness) embrace your "ness" and keep on trucking. |
| And not like sick minded. We already know that Brooke. I'm sick physically. Gary's given me some horrid cold, virus, flu of some sort and I can only breath through one nostril. I'm bordering on pathetic man sick. *sigh* We're finally done working on my Jeep. Here's just a few of the things we had to do to it: 1. Put snow bracket on - Not that hard, just bolt it on the front. Did it by myself, got a great sense of satisfaction from it. 2. Change out tires - My big studly bad ass Jeep now looks like a mail truck. Like if you would run and put your shoulder in it it would tip over. 3. Get alignment done - Sounds easy enough right? Take her in to the garage spend $75 to have it done by a 4x4 Jeep specialty shop. Turns out my ball joints are shot. 80,000 miles and my ball joints are shot, like barely controling my tire movement at all. So, can't align with bad ball joints. 4. Replace bad ball joints. This involved tearing apart the entire front end and using a tool that I can't opperate. Not only did it involve $300 of parts but also four days of chasing parts around the east side of Columbus. We finally got the correct part yesterday. 5. Replace wheel bearing - Didn't know we needed to do this, but after getting all the new ball joints on, Gary started wiggling the ball joint around and who would have guessed it, it wiggled back. So, another $170 spent on more parts for my freaking Jeep. 6.Put hard top on - easy enough except that we found the original hardware and the lost it again. *groan* 7. Put on Caution light - another easy task except that I have an electrical relay that's sticking everytime I turn the Jeep on and draining my battery. 8. Charge Battery 9. Rewire relay so my battery quits dying. 10. Hook up plow and make sure everything works - the first thing we did all week that worked right. 11. Get Jeep aligned. Doing that tomorrow morning. And I will finally beable to drive it again. *ah bliss* Okay, well I'm starting to feel better. I hate the way cold medicine makes me feel. Blehhhhhhhh. I am home today so that I can clean. All of our dishes are dirty and I need to put laundry away. So no more adventrues in the adventrues of Miss Molly's garage today. I'm tired and sick and don't want this stupid computer on my lap anymore. |
| Yep, that's me. We've spent the past few days rebuilding the front end in my Jeep. Turns out my axel does have an essentric (means the alignment is adjustable beyone cam and toe) and so are my ball joints. So three are in, we're waiting on the 4th one, it'll be in later today. We have to get some windows measured today and I need to be cleaning the house. I'm up to my neck in laundry and have to get dinner pre-prepared so all I have to do is pop it in the oven after we get Tyler from wrestling. Oh! Which, I told him to ask the coach for help the other day. He ripped into him and told him he wouldn't help him because he is a waste of his time and that he wouldn't help him until he showed he took everything seriously. And I was in the background going "go go go go! Give it to him!" Yep, I'm a bitch like that but he deserves it. Apparently he hasn't really in paying attention in practice and finding reasons to not be in there. Sounds like one of us needs to start sitting in again and making sure he's actually practicing. God I hate my parental life. I got the shop all to myself Saturday. I spent the day changing my oil, swapping out tires and painting the exposed rust on the under side of my poor Chrysler product. Which there is a LOT of. Stupid MOPAR. It was great though, I got to listen to what ever I watend on the radio, took my time, loved every second of it. Gave me lots of ideas for writing and taking care of Georgia. So I've been doing some writing, not a lot just fitting it in where I can when we're not working. It was snowing this morning, big fat snow that falls really slow. Beautiful. Our rual neighborhood is perfect, I love all the trees and the big lots. |
| So I started my last entry on Sunday. I thought I had the entire day to myself, then I came home and everyone seemed to follow me by some magnetic property. So I didn't have a day to myself but it was close. I took my nephew Danny hiking. Loved it. Here are some pictures. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Danny standing on one of the fint rocks that are every where in the park. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I'm pretty sure this is the wood pecker. The entire tree it was on was completely stripped and pecked to death. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Just some tree fungus that was just a pretty color and looked neat. Now it's Friday, I'm PMSing to the hilt and I have a an enitre house to clean. We've been working on my Jeep since the beginning of the week. My transmission was leaking from the pan. All of the bolts holding the pan on were loose. WTF?! Serviced it, changed the filters and put everything back together with a ton of silicone to cement the gasket and the pan together so we don't have anymore leaks. My main seal is leaking. To those of you that have no idea what that is, it's the seal between the engine and transmission, a huge pain in the ass to change. But it's not as bad as the other Chrysler product I'd owned so.....we leave it for now. We are finally going to fork out the money and get the wandering taken out of the front end. Turns out my OEM ball joints are completely shot, so we spend $300 on new ones. *sighs and takes a large drink of scotch* So now it's just down to switching out my soft top for hard, changing my tires and putting the snow plow bracket on, then changing out the ball joints. Tyler's first wrestling meet was Wednesday. He got his ass handed to him. Tyler acts like he's a real bad ass, he's not. He's a pussy. So he faked an injury and cried infront of everyone because he was pinned in less than 15 seconds and everyone else won their matches. We wasted our entire evening last night at the urgent care because he was in "so much pain" and there's nothing wrong with him. He's a pussy. Anyway back to that whole PMSing thing I have zero tollerance for him being the way he is right now. Just friggin brilliant right now. I swear the kid doesn't have a brain in his head. Not to mention he's dating this nasty gross skanky looking ................. thing. I better not get in to all this, I'm still just irritated over the whole matter. I do have to get to cleaning the house. So I will go and do that and spend the rest of my weekend working on the Jeep and getting ready for snow. You all have fun. |
| My holiday sucked. Well most of it. There were some good points but it all when to shit Thursday night and after that, well.....it was the aftermath. Won't go in to it here. It just sucked. Despite the few gut ripping incidences of the Holiday we had a good break; great food, good time with family and I got to visit with some friends that have been living out of town. Elaine, her daughter Barb, myself and mom all went out to dinner Saturday night and did some much needed catching up. Elaine has been a close friend for a long time. After losing her house last year she moved back to valley (read: just this side of WV) to live with her Dad and start going to school for nursing (something she will excell at! I know it.) I only get to see her when she comes back into town to visit with her daughter which is only when she doesn't have school or around the Holidays. I really needed Saturday. Just the girls, good wine and good food, stellar friendship and an hour to figure out how to split an $86 bill 4 ways. We'd had a couple of flights. Barb is still breast feeding so hadn't had any at all. After 4 failed attempts some money being forgot about and though grabbed by someone else Barb grabbed it all and said "Give it to me you drunks! I'm the only sober on of us!" If she had only done that the 2nd time in we wouldn't have been the live entertainment for the night for the place. Elaine is one of those larger than life characters I love to exemplify in my writing. She's confident, loud and so sharp and funny you can't help but love her. Sunday started off okay. Got up, made tea, got in a fight with Gary. I still don't understand why he will asks me what I have planned for the day when it doesn't matter, he's already assumed his plans will trump anything I want. So after a few not so mature moments of mocking from him and the quinessential "I hate you" from me I left to pick up my nephew and take him hiking. It's not very often I get to spend alone time with my oldest nephew. He's got 2 younger sisters and 1 baby brother. So any time I can grab him and take him to the woods is a treat. He loves the outdoors just like his Aunt Molly and really did well. He's a quiet kid, or I guess used to be. He talked to me the entire ride out and through most of the hike, asking questions and just taking in the surroundings. We're both Virgos so a love of nature is natural. He wants to hunt, loves the idea of it and loves guns. I think part of that is being a boy but he was so excited I was taking him into the woods he could hardly hold still. Sometimes looking at him it's hard to imagine he was once the chubby cheeked little baby I used to put in a carrier and walk up and down the streets of Gahanna with. He's starting to look more like a man everyday. I guess I noticed it first in the pictures of his first day of first grade. My little man isn't a baby anymore, or a toddler. He's a boy. It makes me wonder when I'll start to see the change in my other neices and nephew. Kaity is 5, starting Kindergarten next year, I already see her looking more like her mom everyday. Emily is 3, boy is she three. Full of energy and vigor only three years of life can give a person. She is my twin, the only one of my kiddos that can pass as mine. Great big blue eyes, a head full of fine blonde hair and a wit and personality that will knock you on your ass if you aren't ready for it. |
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