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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 have been waiting on these and I know you all have been too! Here they are finally! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** This was when he was first born, just a few minutes after. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Baby Alex with his mommy, Nancy, my sister in law. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** He came out with a full head of blonde hair. We think it may get curly too. How adorable will that be! |
| Hey kids! It's early. The ground is snow covered. We're expecting another 4" by tonight. Plow is on the Jeep and we're both antsy to get going. I have to finish my newspaper today though. Gonna have to bust ass. I'll be back for a longer entry soon enough. Right now life is full throtle and not backing off. Got close to 300 leads at the home show. I'll be on the phone for a month setting those up, and now snow and my deadline day at the same time. Wish me sanity today! |
| My boy is sick. Woke up yesterday with a 100 degree fever and it's getting worse. I've been sitting with him on the couch watching TV and noticed how many commercials there are for sleep aids and new matresses. Maybe it's me, god knows it probably is, but I see humor in this. I'm a very natural person. I gave up relying on prescription drugs 2 years ago after my mental break down coming off Paxil. Since then the only thing I take is OTC meds for my cramps. I take Valerian root as a relaxant to help me sleep. As any writer knows it's impossible to sleep when you keep thinking. I relaxes me and quiets my mind. I see so many people waiting in line at the Starbucks that has now been graphed on to our grocery store, and I count the number of cups in carts as I shop. It could be 9 at night and people are still lining up there getting their caffine fix. You can't pass a register anymore with out seeing a refrigerator packed with energy drinks. People are substituting good nutrition and healthy mental activity with diet pills and gurana infused drinks. The most caffine I have in a day is my cup of Earl Grey in the morning. Any more than that I get the shakes and am cranky all day. I see caffine as an addiction. I suppose it's not as dangerous as cigarettes and nicotine or crack and cocaine, but it's still a drug. From the time Gary was in his early teens he would drink Pepsi everyday. By the time I met him he was going through a 12 pack a day. Regular Pepsi morning, noon and night. The man couldn't figure out why he couldn't sleep at night.  Hmmmmmm, you think it might be the gallons of caffine you're downing everyday? He wanted to lose some weight so I suggested he eliminate a whole load of calories by getting rid of soda. Seeing it as a simple fix he agreed. He went cold turkey and only drank water, not even thinking he was dependant on his Pepsi. He acctually went through a withdrawal. Horrible skull splitting headaches. He cursed me for a month. After it was over he was fine but I never would have dreamed withdrawal from caffine would have been so extreme. We finally linked several of his pre Pepsi headaches to the fact that he needed that fix. His body was dependant on that caffine. To me it's common sense. And maybe I'm just PMSing and on a rant, but wouldn't it make more sense to set down the double expresso, the Red Bull or Vault and sleep at night. You don't need a new mattress with memory foam, or air bags with settings. You don't need Roserem, Lunesta, Sleep MD or any of the other shit that takes up space in my brain from the repeatitive commercials. Look at your diet, look at what you are putting into your body and you'll find your insomnia answer. Our society is plagued with simple sugars and caffine. Lay off the Hohos! The Twinkies! And all the other crap we snack on. Instead of putting a bandaid on a reoccuring wound find out what's causing it, then quit it! Duh! |
| It's official. My brother is on his way. Last night they had number 4. Baby Alex. Came out with a full head of curly blonde hair! I volunteered to watch the other 3 while everyone went to the hospital. I got home at 3:30am. I absolutely love my neices and nephew, oh wait, now it's plural! Poor little guy was about a month premature. He was having problems breathing so they put him in the natal unit to get him stabalized. I'll post pictures as soon as I get some! Cigars for everyone! |
| my kid has the worst tunnel vision I've ever seen. Once he decides only one way will work there's no turning back. Please God, grant me serenity. |
| It's rained three days straight here. Is that a good thing? With the fact the temperatures are up and the snow is melting, I don't think so. Last year around this time our basement flooded. I just happened to walk by it and notice a glare where the floor used to be. Three inches of water, in our basement. All our camping gear, paint for the house, lights, a whole box of oak hardwood flooring, about anything you could imagine was there. It was just after Gary lost his job so just icing on the cake as far as we were concerned. This year the sump pump works, no flooding and we were smart enough to build shelves and get everything off the ground. Gary had an episode a few days ago with a tightness in his chest. His father has had several heart attacks, so this worried me. To him it was an inconvienece to his day, but also kinda scared him. He wrote it off as something really odd and kept working. That night he talks to dad and he says that it's not just something that happens. Go to the doctor. Coming from someone who I would consider fairly aquainted with heart attacks I was fully prepared to drive hell bent for leather to the ER. but no. Why? "It's nothing." I call the caridiologist. can't get in for a month. Call family doctor. He can get us in wednesday. So today we get there. Explain to the doctor what has happened. His blood pressure is a bit high. We just started new medication to bring it down. Why isn't it down? Because he's supposed to be taking two of the pills instead of just one. Ding ding ding! Lights come on and he gives me this look like, "I'm a dumb ass!" Anyway. Doctor says it's just a blood pressure thing and that should he start getting a heavyness in his chest while doing strenuous work we should worry. He's at the office tonight working on our booth for the home show. Funny how show can mean so many different things but they all have the same feeling. 8 years ago "show" meant horse show. 12 years ago it means marching band. now it means work. and lots of it. Three days of selling your ass off to make a living. I still get the same feelings about going. The aprehension, nerves, nausea, the compelling need to drink after the day is over. But, as we grow older everything is work now. I can't remember the last time I just did something for fun, well, other than my silly blog. Well, never mind I had one day in September I set aside for strictly fun. May not have gone my way, but I think it turned out alright. (I know you're smiling brookey!) Maybe it's winter and the fact that it used to be play time when I was a kid and now it's just work. Everytime it snows, work. Ice, work. A brief break in the snow and ice with warm weather? Work. Speaking of which, my house needs attention before this show. We start at 8am and sometimes don't get home until 10. *sigh* Alright kids. Have a good one, I'm back to work! |
| Everything went well yesterday. There are some really talented kids out there writing. We were absolutely blown away by one. It was amazing. Had my brother and our friend elaine over last night. I've decided I'm too old to drink anymore. I have hell's worst hangover. I never used to get them. This is enough to make me dump all our alcohol down the drain. God help me I hope I live through today. |
| Usually one of my favorite days. Today, even though I'm excited, I'm dreading. I obligated myself to being a "Best of Round Judge" for Power of the Pen. It's at the middle school and the principal asked me if I would be interested. I work for the local newspaper and write a column when the mood strikes me. It's usually about small town stuff, life struggles, my writing. I'm guessing this is what encouraged her to ask me. I'm scared. Do you even know how long it's been since I graphed a sentence? Or reviewed my predicates? My commas? Oh lord, I'm going to be in a room with two english teachers!  My stomach is churning just thinking about it.  I'm not anti Christian or pagan by any means but I do believe that astrology plays a big part in who you are. My hubby is a Taurus. I recently bought a guide to astrology and have found that he is very much a text book example of a Taurus. Barrel chested, stubborn, sleep obsessed Taurus. Me? I'm a Virgo, anal retentive, detail oriented, self critical, worrying Virgo. Very self critical. Brooke will tell you that. Well, she's my Virgo sister so we get each other. We both worry about our health, try to eat right, are anal retentive, picky little bitches.  I say that with love, Brookie!  So I've sat around for two days trying to remember all that grammar stuff they taught me in college and highschool; comma splices, nouns, verbs, predicates and dangling modifiyers and participles. I'm pretty good at it. I think I will be alright, I know what is wrong with a sentence when I see it, but I can't tell you exactly what is it. I just know. I just hope I can stick to what I'm strong at. I know style. I know flow and I know good dialogue when I read it, because I write good dialogue. I know all the punctuation of dialogue too, but I have a feeling that this is going to be essay writing with no dialogue. I'm screwed. Alright. I've done my 2.5 miles on the treadmill, Jake and Elwood are in the Richard J. Daley center paying the Penguins tax money so my workout tape is almost over. It's time for a shower and dress clothes. Speaking of which, I can't remember the last time I wore dress clothes. Damn uncomfortable, restricting, devil created pieces of cloth. I want my Levi's. I want my Wranglers. My boots. My Tennies. Anything but heels and polyester/rayon blends. I gotta go. Wish me luck people! I'll give you an update of how bad I humiliated myself when I get back. |
Maybe it’s me. I don’t know, but I HATE it when people mess with my shit. Am I a die hard Virgo? Who knows, but it pisses me off to no end! DON’T TOUCH! DON’T TOUCH! DON’T TOUCH!  I have the most annoying boss on earth. He’s a passive aggressive conservative republican. I have more balls than this guy. Today (Tuesday) I leave to give Tyler his medicine, drop off lunch to Gary’s mom because her MS is acting up and she’s confined to the couch and type police reports. I come back, my paper is pulled up on the computer, and he’s been messing with it. WHY???? No Touchie! No Touchie! Every time he touches the thing he fucks it up! I’ve told him this I don’t know how many times. Does it bother him that I tell him this? Who the hell knows because the man doesn’t have the balls to tell me if it does. My paper is done. I’m waiting on ads to come in and it’ll be another hour and a half. I’m salary. I don’t have to sit in the fucking office and twiddle my thumbs. I leave, come home and help Tyler with his tree frog terrarium. At 5 I go back and get a call. It’s Kym, the girl that runs the other two papers wanting to know where I was because my boss called her and told her I wasn’t working on the paper and he didn’t know what was going on. Why didn’t he call me? HE DOESN’T HAVE THE BALLS! This drives me crazy and gets me on another rant about these pansy ass men that use facials and dye their hair and are more feminine than I am! Why aren’t men, men anymore? My man is a man’s man. As much as I hate it, he farts, belches, and calls me babe and woman. Where are the men like Burt Reynolds in Smoky and the Bandit? That’s a man’s man. Tearing through the gears with a 6.6L engine at his fingertips. When did it become a bad thing to have chest hair? Men are supposed to hairier then women! Women wax, men don’t. They are supposed to be hairy and sweaty, disgusting creatures. That’s why women are they way they are, to teach them how to be clean. But come on! There has to be a line. Anyway, I have to go and help my boy with his tree frog puzzle. We finally got his habitat (the frogs) up to temp and he’s starting to come out of his hibernation. I’ll get some pics of it and post them soon so you all can see the little bugger. He’s actually kinda cute! Ta for now! |
| I’ve been cursed with the “white man” disease. I have no rhythm. When I dance I resemble Elaine from Seinfeld. (you know all thumbs and legs kinda like a spider monkey on crack ) I love music though, and not just one genre, I LOVE them all! Classical, country, pop, rock, hard rock, classic rock, HAIR METAL!!!!!! I used to have the guts to get out there and shake my stuff. But that was 5 years ago and after 10 beers. I often think about how music has shaped my life and those around me. How it affects our moods and how hearing our favorite song may put that skip back in your step or hearing another will make you cry. I was in choir for 3 years, marching band and concert band for all four years of high school. My radio is always on in the Jeep, I have an MP3 player that has anything from Brad Paisley, AC/DC, John Denver, Merle Haggard, and Nickelback. Gary bought me one of those little converters so that I can listen to it through my radio. People around town think I’m nuts. I blare my music, dance in my seat, and sing along at the top of my lungs. Our most recent marital argument is should the radio be on in the vehicle, and just how loud it should be. It could be the 10 year difference in our ages, or that Gary’s just a big ‘ol party pooper.  He’s a mechanic to the core so he likes to just listen to the engine and the vehicle and is content with that. Now I can agree with that to a point. We don’t have a radio in the Camaro. But, why should you when you have 700 horsepower flowing out a 3” exhaust? You don’t need music! It’s under the hood!  Our last Jeep had 33” BF Goodrich Mud Terrains that created the most peaceful harmony on the road complementing the 355 small block Chevy tucked in the engine compartment. (add a Tim Taylor grunt here )There is nothing I love more than wiggling my tush in my seat to Thunderstruck or one of those break neck instrumentals from Mr. Paisley. I think that people underestimate seat dancing. Not as flashy as the real thing, but still as effective. Could you imagine a dance club for people like myself. Instead of a wood dance floor just chair strewn around! I know I can’t sing either but that doesn’t stop me. I’m belting it out like there is no tomorrow, even with the top off my Jeep and everyone with in 10 feet of me holding their ears! I sometimes wonder if my age will change my perception of music. If my tastes will change. If pop music will eventually loose it’s borderline appeal, or if the rock and roll will get too loud. I’m guessing I might just stay a kid at heart, or hoping really. Anyway….enough rambling. What I was really getting at here was what kind of music moves you and what does it make you remember? One of Gary’s favorite memories is riding in the backseat as a little boy on a mild summer day, “The Eagles” Take it to the Limit on the radio. There are a million different memories that are triggered in my mind from music; a break up, or a road trip from college, a long night at the bar with my girlfriends, or in the backseat of a car with a boyfriend. So what songs make you remember? Lay it on me! |
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