Friday, February 29, 2008
I got all snarky, weird on him and started to talk about how the Spousal Unit and I have no social life either. We are feeling the need, the absolute urge for the fledgling to fly the nest cause this Mama needs to clean the newly empty nest. (Its still not empty).
He got snarky back at me (Chip off the old block - Spousal Unit wants me to clarify that he is not snarky).
So I started talking about my Boodalicious Bootay with the whole head swingy thing goin' on and how the Spousal Unit might like to spend some adult time with the "She who."
He just started into the standard kid harangue: Ew, ew, ew, yuck, I so, do not want to know those things about my parents rant.
Being the loving, supportive mother that I am... I AMP up the conversation.
Just then I see coworker, Wee One, busting a gut giggling. She points to the Big Boss standing behind me. He obviously had been standing there for quite some time. I put the other foot in my mouth, since one foot in mouth is never enough, and ask how much of the conversation he over heard.
Not answering directly, he goes into the whole "She who" Boodalicious Bootay mimic thing.
He's got the Boodalicious Bootay part down pat.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
I did very little at work today. I usually hump my not so petite A$$ all day at work.
Today was really slow and so I cruised the NET and did some reading.
I even asked some coworkers about subjects to blog about tonight. Most of the coworkers came up with a blank, deer in the headlights stare or shrugged their shoulders.
Wee One suggested a couple of ideas that might be good for her blog, but are not suitable for my voice here. She leads a much more interesting life than I do. She is also single and very young.
Do any of you remember those days of being so carefree? I do. I just don't want those days to come back. I'll take the years earned, wisdom learned any day.
The youthful skin tone I do miss.
As an after thought:
Spousal Unit is after me to find a topic and wax philsophically on the subject and discuss the topic in length. (Men, they just don't understand. Maybe they do. Whatever).
I would like that. Just right now, too many objects are swimming in my ADD brain. I will reflect on this and probably come up with a suitable post.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
GUY ALERT: FEMALE STORY!!!!!!
Actually my doctor’s visit story is about several visits.
I decide that its time for the yearly boob squeeze appointment.
I set it up and the standard Arctic cold equipment has been newly frozen for me. I get into the position and have one, and then the other of the boobs squished in several different ways. I wait for the initial results and lo and behold they want to offer new ways to torture a boob. A suspicious spot was found in one breast and they wanted to take a new picture.
I go back in and note that the equipment has been refrozen and now has an attachment. LOOK a castle with turrets, just for me. You want me to put my boob on that thing????? Yup, they did. I had to stand on tippy toes to impale the boob on the scary castle thingy and then proceed for new squishy stuff. Tippy toe squishy stuff is not fun.
The results come back. They want to do a biopsy.
I make the appointment. The very nice doctor enters the room and the breast consultant is there to hold my hand. That’s what breast consultants do, they hold your hand. I'm not really a hand holding, with a strange, unknown woman type of person; but, I guess the breast consultant needed reassurance.
A nurse assisted the doctor.
Think, this a very little room. Maybe there are two too many people in this room. Me and whoever else.
Doctor explains that he is going to insert a probe needle and when he finds the lump, I will hear a little click. That means he has collected a sample.
He then proceeds to look for said lump for the next two hours in what should have been a twenty minute procedure. He finally collects the sample.
The little click sounded more like a mouse trap being set off. I looked the doctor straight in the eye and said, “That was no click; that was a mouse trap.”
The doctor, "I never quite thought of it like that."
I got dressed again and they gave me an ice pack. An ice pack about the size of a quarter. I laughed. That’s like using a grain of sand to build a mansion.
I went home and got out one of the kid’s lunch box Oreo cookie shaped freezer packs. I ended up using two of them.
I call it my two Oreo cookie boob job.
P.S. Everything was fine in the biopsy.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
- Berkeley, California, tells Marine recruiters they're "not welcome in our city."
- GOP lawmakers introduce bill to take $2 million in federal funds from city.
- Protester says recruiters attract youth "to go to Iraq to kill and be killed."
- Veteran blasts City Council, says Marines are "the best thing we have."
I do not necessarily agree or disagree with the decisions of our government but I STRONGLY support our troops.
No Marines welcome???? WTF?
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I will face this challanging endeavor with a renewed vigor. Always liked that word vigor. Pronounced as JFK would say it VIGA.
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. Share 5 random facts about yourself with pictures.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.
1. I have really curly hair. This picture does no justice to my curls. I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. As a teenager all I wanted was to have long straight hair that was all the rage at the time. I slept on orange juice cans, I ironed it. I scotch taped the spit curls to my face every night so they wouldn't go all cork screw on me. (That made me so ravishing beautiful the next day with the scotch tape marks on the cheeks).
I straightened it once with the god awful stuff available at the time and it trashed the hair and a lot of it broke off.
My mom wouldn't let me grow it long as a kid saying that girls with curly hair must wear it short. I don't think she wanted to deal with it.
I now have below the shoulders long hair that I will probably cut short in an OCD, ADD moment of frustration.
2. I was in the military. I am in the front row second from the right. I wasn't very happy in the military because I mistakenly chose a very nontraditional career field. I was an aircraft mechanic. I liked being a mechanic but my coworkers did not like women as coworkers. Think 30 some years ago. Was not a pretty sight. Notice I did not share the year of my graduation.
But on reflection it was the best life choice I could have made. I was able to leave the small town I grew up in and see the world, got my college degree, and met the man I love. No small feat.
I start to salivate in December when all the new seed catalogs start to arrive. I get really frustrated with some of the seeds because they are so small, too small to handle. Last year I just dusted the soil with the small seeds and hoped. This technique worked and I will skip the frustration in later years.
This year is the first year in 17 years that I will not have a garden.
4. I have a Pinky finger that crooks if I push it back. (Reason I just, barely passed typing class all those years ago. We learned on manual machines and I don't have the strength to push the shift key).
I was born tongue tied (As was Son #1). Surgery cured us both. Now we don't stop talking.
I was also born without a tear duct in one eye. When I have a cold and blow my nose my eye bubbles in the Dr. created duct.
Spousal Unit accepted a new position in Germany and I will accompany him a couple of months after his departure.
Think a travel log, photography, and European cuisine. Either that or a "She who" guide of what not to do in a foreign country.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
1. Where were you THREE hours ago? Dozing on the "She who" Throne.
2. What do you think of your LAST kiss? We were blowing kisses across the room cause I'm sick. Best I could do under the circumstances.
3. Are you wearing SOCKS right now? Yes.
4. When was the last time you went out of STATE? Six days ago.
5. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? No.
Where is # 6?????
7. What was the last thing you had to drink? A Gypsy Cold Care. Right now I am living on the stuff.
8. What are you wearing right now? Jeans Turtleneck and sweatshirt.
9. What was your last purchase? Gypsy Cold Care tea bags.
11. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Karen S. She was concerned that I haven't been at work.
12. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? No, I am in the get rid of the stuff mode.
13. Do you have a pet? Herd of deer, Raccoons, and an opossum that lives in the gas grill.
14. What did you do last night? Blogged and watched TIVO stuff.
16. If you could be anywhere you want where would it be? In Ramstein, Germany and the move is over.
17. What is the last thing you purchased online? New bed linens.
18. One thing you hate about yourself? Major space cadet.
19. What's your favorite soup? Corn and potato chowder.
20. Do you miss anyone? KK
21. Last movie you saw? The Quiet Man.
22. What are your plans for the day? Drink a hot toddy and go to bed.
23. Did you have fun today? No, I'm sick.
24. Who is your last text message from? What did it say? I'm an old fart. I don't do texting.
25. Were you an honor roll student in school? HS No. College Yes.
26. What do you know about the future? In theory, I am moving to Europe.
27. Who was the last person you rode in a car with? My Wacky Jaki.
29. Do you have a tan? Nope.
30. How old do you want to be when you have kids? Duh. I have two and they are old enough to make me a Grandma. Just hopefully not actually fulfilling this capability any time soon. Boys, Please get jobs just in case.
31. Did you meet anyone new today? No but the last person I met was some dude looking for my boss who is out of town and didn't introduce himself or leave any type of message so I breathed on him and maybe gave him the creeping CRUD.
32. Do you have any tattoos or piercings? Just my ears pierced.
33. How do you like your soda? Normally do not drink soda. Vitamin water rocks.
34. Do you like hot sauces? Yes. Different kinds for different things.
35. What are you doing tomorrow? Hopefully feeling better and not sit at home computer blogging all day while feeling like CRUD and not staying in bed.
36. What day is tomorrow? Saturday.
37. What is your current mood? Yuck, caused by CRAP.
38. Why? Who gave me this CRAP anyway?
39. Do you remember the first person you ever kissed? No. That was back in the Ice Ages.
40. Do you have a crush on anyone right now? Why? Nah. Just love the Spousal Unit.
41. If you could be on a TV show, which one would it be? Deal or No Deal. Cut into the shot where I have just won the $1,000,000.00.
42. Why? 'Cause I want to be rich, just not famous. Won't be either unfortunately.
43. Have you ever watched a movie and just "had" to do what they did? Quiet Man. The Local lady runs up and says,"Mister, heres a stick to beat the lovely lady." I work with some people that I just think of that scene and grin.
44. Do you have a "face" you make in the mirror? No, the face in the mirror makes faces at me.
45. Ever use someone else's toothbrush? NO.
46. Do you like/love the person you got this survey from? Yes. She's adorable.
47. Can you whistle? Fingers inserted in mouth, blow out eardrums.
48. Can you wiggle your ears? No. But I have a look that burns holes in your soul.
49. You have a song that comes on that you just "have" to turn up and sing to? Mr. Tanner by Harry Chapin.
50. Why is your number #1.. your number one? Because he loves me, spoils me, makes my coffee every morning (even though he doesn't drink it) and goes out, down the lane to get the newspaper for me. The only reasons I didn't eat my young.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
This household avoided the roaming sickness that has been going around all Winter until now. I mentioned in an earlier post that I would probably get sick after all the conference stuff was accomplished. Unfortunately, I was correct.
I don't get sick often, but when I do it isn't pretty.
Most over the counter stuff is off limits to me. A kid's dose of Triaminic makes me loopy for days. Sudafed type meds are not good for my blood pressure. So I do homeopathic type remedies to help me through the major stages of the CRUD.
I highly recommend Gypsy Cold Care tea bags. Let the bag steep in the tea while sipping. This remedy works for me for several hours. Just make sure to have a stock pile and not just one bag, like me at work today. Felt Ok for a few hours and then was slammed back to miserableness.
If the CRUD settles in my chest, I get to do one of my favorite things. I make a mustard plaster. Tablespoon of dry mustard, tablespoon of flour, just enough water to make a paste and slime that stuff on plastic wrap. Make a packet and insert packet into a clean kitchen towel. DO NOT FORGET THE KITCHEN TOWEL. I forgot once. Had second degree burns in the morning. Chest was loosening but the burns hurt and I looked very strange in the bathroom mirror after showering for days.
A coworker recommended Zicam. I picked up a box. It helps. I got the method of delivery recommended by cowoker. The swabs.
Let me tell you, I sure do love the competition between the warm slimy stuff coming out of the nose with the cold slimy stuff I swab in. Ew Yuck.
We LIVE in our house. Think teenage boys that totally trash the house along with their friends.
Don't get me wrong. I really liked that the boys brought the friends home during those years 'cause I always knew where they were. It's just that the house suffered.
Now I have to fix all the damage (I prefer-well lived in) before I can offer the house on the market for rent.
Paint, possible new carpeting, new kitchen floor. Stuff that I really don't want to deal with. I'll deal, just don't want to.
Don't even get me started on the storage area of the basement. Any one out there that will help me out? You get first dibs on the stuff. Think ebay people. I give you stuff. I don't care what you do with it.
Just found out that sister #2's son is getting married on Oct 4th.
I'm gonna have to leave a little later than I planned.
Monday, February 18, 2008
They respond with, "Mom you're weird."
Well, yes there may be an argument for that statement. I do tend to have the propensity to say and do "off the wall" things.
But, as to answering the phone in my own special way they:
- Always know that I love them.
- I get to reinforce where they got some of the strangeness that's goin' on with them.
And, like if I'm so strange, what does that make you guys?
Your Pop Pop always said, "The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree."
Still going area to area finding stuff to get rid of. (Lousy sentence structure. Deal with it.) Spousal Unit and I are going through all the stuff in the house because his move is getting closer and I need to be ready for when he is gone.
I am remaining behind to do all the stuff that can't be done while we are living in the house. Painting every surface, installing new kitchen flooring, and possibly replacing the carpeting.
Did I ever mention that the BOYS are slobs? We wouldn't be required to do many of the repairs if we didn't have the two beloved children. You know I love you boys, Mom.
I keep finding "treasures" in little hidey holes all over the house. I am packing up said treasures and posting them as OFFERS on the Freecycle and Cheapcycle networks in the local area. People love my STUFF. Of course they love it, its FREE.
Did I mention that I am a Packrat? I still have a lot of stuff.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Pine Lawn, MO has just recently passed a new law forbidding the practice of sagging. Guys and gals will be arrested for showing their backsides as a fashion statement. This subject was the main event on the talk radio channels.
I posted and unposted a "She who" RANT about this new law and used a poor apples and oranges comparison to the shooting at Northern Illinois University.
I am very upset about both events.
I am saddened that our future possible leaders feel the need to flash their buns in public as a means of free speech. I am flabbergasted that this is a free speech issue at all. Actually for me, this is a public decency issue. If you want to strut the stuff, do it at home with the SO. I so... don't want to see your JUNK on the street. AND you look ridiculous as you sprint across the street and have to stop to pull up the drawers as they fall down around the ankles.
I am more than saddened about the newest college shooting at Northern Illinois. I have 2 boys that attend college and I am scared for them. As a mother, I worry about them all the time. Mothers do that. I acknowledge that as grown boys/men they must find their way in their own time. Mamma can't kiss the boo boos and make everything better any more. But I still worry.
I also can't obsess over these events without losing myself.
I'll find a balance. It just wasn't yesterday.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
He has a giggle and perverse sense of humor. He is also, so.... not politically correct. Sometimes he asks me to go to the grocery store (Commissary) with him. I smoke, he smokes, he does not smoke in his truck, so I drive.
As soon as the seat belt clicks, he starts with the whiney a$$ "Are We There Yet????" crap and continues with this diatribe until we drive the 2 1/2 blocks to the Commissary.
Can I smack him into tomorrow?
Doc, Love ya more.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
She HATES to go to the store for groceries.
She calls me. Nellie, whatcha doing for lunch?
Me: I don't know, why, what do you have in mind?
Jaki: Do you mind going to the Commissary with me?
Me: Jaki, Do you need to pick up a few things?
Jaki: YAH, I just need a few things.
So we go to the Military grocery store (Commissary) together on our lunch breaks. She just needs to pick up a few things. A full friggin' grocery cart later that takes me to pull and steer and her to push we get to leave. AND it's my fault that she needed so many items because I was unavailable last week to go shopping because of the conference. She wouldn't go alone 'cause I always know what she needs.
Woman, I don't even know what's in your pantry.
Jaki this one's for you.
Love ya more.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I am moving soon. Not tomorrow, not the next day, but soon.
I have always been required to clean out stuff every two to three years as a military wife in anticipation of a move. I had to get rid of all the boys things that I thought I wanted to give them later in life for sentimental reasons. My sentimental reasons, of course.
I have been in Illinois for almost 16 years. OMG my house is bulging at the seams.
I started Freecycling and Recycling several months ago. (Great group of people by the way) Stuff is starting to flow out of the house. People request what I offer and I set up a meeting time at the house or at a convenient location. Often they show up at the house. Guess what?
Everyone wants my house. No, I am not selling people. Get over it.
I am only going away for a couple of years.
I love this house. If you want to rent, we can chat.
6 bedrooms, 4 baths, 2 family rooms, formal living room and dining room, kitchen that has breakfast bar, breakfast room, island and desk/planning area. (Think BIG kitchen) Did I mention it is on 5 acres in the country? My own fiefdom.
Oh, downstairs is lots of storage.
Pool, deck and screened-in porch are added bonuses.
Good credit renters welcome.
Like I said, we can chat.
Monday, February 11, 2008
By: Harry Sawyers, This Old House online
Because this is a family magazine, we'll leave it up to your imagination to decide why the groom wears the bolt and the bride wears the nut in this pair of interlocking 24-karat gold wedding bands. Though the stone sits in the man's ring, when the rings are screwed together it rests against the woman's finger. It's a match made in heaven. (Or a hardware store.) Starts at about $2,500 for the pair.
I've been tagged by http://www.evilchefmom.blogspot.com/ Evil Chef Mom. ECM very busy week. Sorry this has taken so long. This is also my first meme and it's an easy one. It has to do with books. Here are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book. (of at least 123 pages)
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people. Sorry, I could only tag three.
Visions Of Sugar Plums By Janet Evanovich
"Don't go calling me stupid," Lula said to Briggs.
Stupid, stupid, stupid," Briggs said.
"Listen up, you moron," Lula said, "I could squash you like a bug if I wanted. You gotta be more careful who you disrespect."
This is one of Janet Evanovich's Between the numbers novels. I LOVE Stephanie Plum. We Jersey girls gotta stick together ya know.
http://www.jumpwithfaith.blogspot.com/ Parachuting Without a Net
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Killer fountain soda machine set up. And, the coffee brewer isn't bad. Not Starbucks quality, but capable of putting out 50 gallons of standard blahhhhhh coffee in ten or so minutes.
It has a stack washer and dryer to wash and clean the bar towels every night.
It has a dishwasher that does a load in 4 minutes. True, we have to rinse and scrub everything prior to loading. Don't most women do that anyway????
It does not have a cooktop. It does not have an oven. It does have a small microwave that I do not consider an oven.
What I could have done with a cooktop and a little pasta. I could have brought the cost down to maybe $3.00 a day.
Don't even get me started on soup or chili possibilities.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I received some news that blew me out of the water today. In a very good way.
My Spousal Unit applied for a new position several weeks ago. Early last week HE was notified that HE was on the short list. Late last week He interviewed and felt good about the the interview.
This morning HE called me. HE was offered the job and HE accepted.
We are moving to Germany.
OMG what have we done??????????
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I had to show up, looking Ms. Very Business, at 6:30 in the morning. People, do you not realize that I was up at 2:30 AM??? with a serious case of heart burn. My homemade lasagne will do that. Must have been the 4 lbs of cheese in that puppy. Never enough cheese in this house.
The Rolaids were not on the night stand where they were supposed to be. I had to go all the way out to the kitchen, to luckily find some. Extract several, chew, chew, chew, swallow all the chalky crap, and then get the chalky crap out of my back molars.
By now I am wide awake. I do not sleep well on a good night. Heart burn and the anxiety of running the food aspect of the conference do not mix. I go back to bed and start to drift in about an hour and the storms hit.
This is February. These type of storms are only supposed to hit in the Spring. This is not Spring.
Last Friday we had 8" of snow. Yesterday was 73 degrees. Last night we had rain, lightning, and major thunder @ 3:30 in the morning when I had just gotten over my heart burn and was drifting. I got up and waited for Spousal Unit to finish sleeping.
Spousal Unit is a very light sleeper, but he is usually sound asleep before his head hits the pillow. (This particular rant will continue in a different post).
Spousal Unit also has a conference this week so I am trying to be considerate. Thus, the waiting for him to get up before I start to perform my morning ablutions.
I am in the grocery store @ 7:00AM picking up the fruit and veggie trays when I get a call on the cell that there isn't enough food. Buy more food. Look dude, you gave me a budget and I stuck to it. So I buy more oranges.
At the end of the day I did good. I pulled it off. I spent $5.36 per conference attendee and fed them well for 2 1/2 meals.
This post doesn't mean that I'm grumpy. Its just I've just got to do it again for another two days.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
This year I have the pleasure of shopping for 2 1/2 meals per day for 175 people for the three days of the conference. I have a semi-limited budget. I must order in for the actual lunch meal. The choices at this location are limited also.
This duty I brought on myself. I volunteered. If I had not, it would have been assigned to me. I keep doing these things to myself. Add - helpful, kind, thoughtful, and considerate to things about me.
This next week is going to be sheer Hedoublehockeysticks. I do believe I can allow myself to get sick that week after. Right now I just need to pencil it into my schedule.
Jersey girls get a kick out of seeing stuff from home. Or close enough to home. Doesn't that count?
Now if I could have a tomato pie with extra cheese and Italian sausage I would die and go to heaven. That's a pizza by the way.
We have two almost grown boys. One at home and the other, two hours away at college.
Mr. Away at College, AKA Number 1 son, likes to come home to do laundry, raid my pantry, eat a couple of home cooked meals, and ask for more money.
Mr. Still at Home, AKA Number 2 son, is going to a local college and works. He never asks for money. He also raids the pantry and tries to trick me into doing his laundry. I wasn't born yesterday, so the tricks seldom work.
Both boys inherited their dad's gorgeous, dark, Greek looks and at times they trick me by batting those long eyelashes. But, only sometimes, do the batting of eyelashes work.
Me, I like to cook, hate to clean, love gardening and growing all my own veggies and flowers from seed. Reading is a passion. I work entirely too many hours in the day and love my job. Usually. I have the privilege of working with some of the craziest people I can imagine. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, I seem to fit right in.
Now, I just need to find where I want to take all this weirdness and what I want to say for all of my readers to comment. That is if, I have any readers.
I guess what I am saying is that I am starting on a new journey by blogging my Jersey strangeness on the net. Yada, yada, yada, I know, said a million times before.
Once again we'll see.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Spousal Unit just kicked my butt. Very gently of course.
HE claims that I do not have time to blog. HE may be right. Hope not. See ya later.
P.S. Son # 1 came home tonight. Yucky weather an all.
Jersey girls worry about stuff like that ya know.
Night youse guys.