Call me Immature...

So I was picking Girly up from school on Friday and was in the turn lane getting ready to turn onto her school street.

There was a woman on the school street, at the stop sign, wanting to turn onto the street I was on.

I cautiously waited for traffic to clear so I could turn without having to gun it and all that jazz.

As I was going to turn, I had to stop because a car pulled out of a parking lot onto the street.

I looked over at the lady waiting to turn and just kind of shrugged my shoulders at her as if saying sorry, I was gonna go but now you'll have to wait.

She gave me the most disgusted look and threw up her hands as if saying "what the hell?".

So with me being me, I took my old sweet time waiting for more traffic and turning.

She was waving her hands around and I could tell she was in a hurry and cursing.

As I proceeded to finally turn and pass her she gave me the cuckoo sign. You know, where you take your finger and wave it in circles at the side of your head?

So I proceeded to stick my tongue out at her and make a face.

I would have given her the finger, but she had her kid with her in the front seat.

I just figured if she was going to be as childish as to do the cuckoo sign, I'd be just as immature and stick my tongue out!

The Dogs of War

This is the newest addition to the family. This is Sokka. He is Hub's new dog. He is a holy terror. A pain in my ass!

He may be cute, yes, but don't let those puppy eyes and wagging tail persuade you. He is a butthole. Pure shithead. He digs holes. He eats all the mulberries off the ground and poos humongous piles of mulberry shit everywhere. He jumps on the windows. He chews up shoes. He chews up ANYTHING that is within his reach. He chewed up 2 nuks and 1 sipper cup. And my biggest problem.....he fights with my Pookey. I don't mean just little scrapping, playing around fighting. I mean knock down drag out fights. And he's only around 8 months or so. We think.

My question to you all? How do you remedy this?


Pookey has been with us for 11 yrs. now. She's old. She's got arthritis and bad hips. And she's fat. Granted, she's very spry, and loves to run and fetch and play with the kids. She's my baby.

But now that Sokka is here and has chewed her a new asshole a few times, I am afraid she will get hurt. He is very domineering towards her, hovers over her and if she even attempts to walk by his bones he goes after her. Hubs says this is their way of establishing dominance. Which I fully understand. I have no problems with them finding their place in the home. But when she is as old as she is, and he mangles her, I wont have it. She's MY dominant dog. She's MY alpha dog. She's MY top dog.

I know you have to let things play out. This is their way of dealing with things. That's the dog way.

But she's my baby. I know she doesn't have many years left. I don't need him breaking her in half.



This is my Pookey. She is very camera shy, so I can never get any good pics of her. If she even sees the camera she automatically turns away and will not look at you until she knows the camera has been put away. She's so smart and such a loving girl. We've had our ups and downs with her, and Hub's will always bring up the story about how I gave her away and then forced him to go and get her back for me. How she peed all over the house as a pup, and how she had separation anxiety so bad that she tore our shit off the walls. But we have gotten through all that and now she is a model dog. She always sleeps under my side of the bed. She's always at my feet. If I move to another chair, she moves to another chair. She loves her treats. She's good with the kids. She's wonderful with Poppy our other dog. She's a good watch dog. She loves her tennis balls.

I guess I am just getting a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that she's not going to be with us much longer. And I don't need Sokka upsetting her. It would suck to be top dog and then go out of this world going "That motherf*cker took my bone, took my attention, beat me up, and broke my hip, why couldn't they just have waited till I was gone to get him?"

I know that's what she's thinking! I can talk to you her! lol

So any help would be appreciated!

We Are The CHAMPIONS My Friends

My Boys did it!

The Stanley Cup is Ours!

The Penguins played a good game, but we still claimed the cup on their ice!

Great Job WINGS!

Love and Affection

I am sad to say that my Boys aka The Wings did not win the game last night.

But who gives a shit, they have 2 more games and only need to win 1!

Last night was one hell of a game. Triple overtime and man those guys were whooped. Tired as hell. I even got tired just watching. And almost had a massive heartattack at some points.

My favorite moments. I'll list 2.

1. Penguins man going head first into the wall and having to be taken out of the game.

2. Penguins man getting smucked in the face with a puck shot by his own man!!!

Great stuff I tell ya!

I am on pins and needles and am ready for game 6.

Let's go Boys, bring that cup home!

Go Wings, It's your Birthday

My Boys have done it again. Game 3, in Penguin domain was won! Tonight is Game 4. If...I mean WHEN (gosh i should have my mouth washed out with soap for that little mix up) we win tonight, on Detroit grounds, we will have won our Stanley Cup! My Wings shirt will be washed and ready to wear once again tonight.

LETS GO BOYS, WIN MAMA THAT CUP!

On another completely different note.....

People are stupid.

Well not all, but allot, yes, are stupid.

Remember Mr. Turtle?

Remember how I saved him, then he sent his beloved family member to thank me and take up residence in my yard? Of course you do. Now, do you remember how I told you about the public service announcements on the radio? How it explained how to handle the turtle if you should find it. How you should pick it up? Where you should move it too?

Well other people must not listen very well. Either that, or it's because they don't speak a lick of fricken English.

I was just driving home from dropping Girly off at school.

I come up to my road and get ready to turn when I see this woman running frantically along the side of the road.

First thought....Oh shit, she's being kidnapped and she might need my help. That's how crazy and wild looking she was.

Then I glanced over in the direction she was running and saw him. Mr. Turtle. Or well, his brother, sister, mother, cousin, wife, husband or just some random Mr. Turtle look-alike slowly making his/her way across the street.

I slowed down to make sure she wasn't going to kick him, or kill him or something that would make me get go and kick her ass for.

She had a towel, picked him up and started running, yes I said running towards her car with him.

YOU DON'T RUN WITH MR. TURTLE. HE MAY DEFECATE OR URINATE AND LOSE PRECIOUS NUTRIENTS FROM HIS BODY AND DIE.

I slowed to a stop. I rolled down my window.

She looked over and continued running towards her car.

"Mam, you need to walk with him!" I yelled over the wind

"Yes" she says and smiles

"Mam, you need to walk or he may get scared and pee on you!"

She slowed to a fast walk to try to hear me.

"Mam, was he faced that way?" I pointed across the road .

"Yes." she says and continues to smile.

"You need to take him over there!" as I point to the other side of the street to the field.

"Yes." she says and looks over to the field.

"You need to take him in the same direction he was faced!" I yelled

"Yes." she says and smiles

"Do you speak English?" I yelled.

"Yes." she yells back

"Then you need to put the turtle closer to the ground, and take him over to that field. In the same direction he was facing. He knows where he needs to go!"

"Yes." she says once again.

Her friend jumps out of their car and they start to pet, yes pet the turtle she is holding. Holy shit if I didn't want to kick their butts.

"Mam, you shouldn't touch him, you may get bacteria on you, or worse you can hurt the turtle."

"Yes"

By then, a car had turned and was waiting patiently behind me to continue down the road. I was tempted to pull over, put the truck in park and go over to these women. But I had the boys with me and I didn't need them to witness me bitching and yelling at these women who don't speak an ounce of English.

What do you do?

I am riddled with guilt. What if they took him. For a pet? Or what if they just put him back on the side of the road and he ends up back in the road and gets smushed?

Hmmmmm.......I guess i can't be the saver of All the desert turtles. Oh the humanity. Maybe if i just spoke Spanish I could have gotten through to them. No...F*ck that, maybe if they spoke fricken English, they could have understood me! Asses!

Busy Bee

Wow, it sure feels like it's been forever since my last post. My parents came to visit and I haven't had squat for time to get on here and blog. So since the last post, I have a ton to write about. Bare with me here peeps.



1. Since finding Mr. Turtle in our yard (which by the way he finally left after about 3 or 4 days and had since returned again/then left again) we have encountered yet another reptilian friend. He decided to take up residence in our porch roof.

Yes my friends, that is a huge, ugly, nasty Gopher SNAKE. He went up in our porch roof to eat the little birds that have built a nest up there. Needless to say, they are no longer living, bless their little hearts. We went and got our neighbor to come and help us get him down. He's lived here for 25 yrs. plus and we knew he'd have a better idea of what it was and if it was poisonous. He assured us this guy is not poisonous, but was huge compared to the ones he has seen. As you can see, from head to tail this guy was at least 4 foot long. And the hiss on him was mean. Hubs got a few of them when he took the broomstick to him! lol

2. My boys on the ice have been kicken ass. Granted, they lost the last game to those Penguins, but we still have 4 more games. The series is 2-1 right now, and all we need is 2 more wins. At least we didn't get skunked in the last game like they did the 1st 2. Let's go Red Wings!!!! Stanley Cup here we come.

3. My parents were here for the last 10 days. It was a very nice visit and the kids and I loved spending time with Grammy and Papa. We hung out, played euchre and darts, went to the San Diego Zoo's Wild Animal Park, and had 2 birthdays while they were here. All in all it was fun and exhausting all at the same time.

Grammy and Papa with the kids!

Wild Animal Park!


This is Me and Mom the week of our birthdays. Yep, she had me a day before her birthday (what a wonderful gift ahh Ma? lol). On my birthday we had chocolate cake and on her birthday we had Strawberry Shortcake. Yum!
Ok, I am pooped. Now that Ma and Dad are gone I have to get back to my routine and get my shower in before the boys get up from their not-so-sleeping nap. I will post more later. Especially after my Wings kick ass in Saturdays game! lol

Happy Together

Catchy tune ahh? By the Turtles.

"I can't see me lovin nobody but you, for all my life...."

That's what the turtle world is saying about moi right now!

They love me, they really love me.

Remember the tear jerking tale I graced you with a couple weeks back about the desert tortoise who tried to cross the road? The one I so selflessly saved, while putting my own life in jeopardy? The turtle that I put before myself, just to get him to safety on the other side of the road? The turtle that owes his life to me?

Well he has gone and told all his friends about me.

This turtle came to say hello this morning. Either that or "Thank you", or "I am so grateful", or "I truly, truly love you". Something along those lines.

The kids got a kick out of him. Crazy spotted him out the front windows.

"Mama, Mama, there's a turtle out there in the yard!"

"Yeah, sure hon, whatever" I go about my work.

"Mama, Mama, there's really a turtle, look!"

"OK hon, give me a sec" roll my eyes.

"Mama, Mama, that turtle's moving real slow. Look, he moving real slow!"

At this point I start to think, what the hell is he talking about. I go over to the window and look out.

"Holy shit, there really is a turtle out there! Oh, sorry, don't repeat that!"

"Told you!"

I took them out there and took some pics with Mr. Turtle. And then, because I am informative and shit, I told them about how you never should touch them unless they are in danger, and you need to just let him go about his way.

"But I want a turtle pet! Can we take him inside and keep him?" says Crazy

So much for informative.

Dealing with the BS

Ok, not much of a break, I know, but I couldn't stay away! lol



I am still in the process of receiving emails from all my blogger buds to add to my list. So until I am sure I have everyone, I want to leave it public.



Be sure to send me your email if you haven't already, I'd hate to lose any viewers (choppzs3rdtime@yahoo.com)





Since the last post, my youngest, Baby Boy (who isn't much of a baby anymore) has decided it is his time to finally use the toilet. Last night, just like a typical man, he non-schalantly told me he had to potty, ran into the bathroom, sat down, and took his first leak in the potty. It completely threw me for a loop. So today, we are stark naked, and making bathroom trips at least every 1/2 hour in the hopes that he will do it again. I am just letting him tell me when, so he doesn't feel pushed, and hopefully he will be a potty trained, little dude soon! Having a big brother and treats help! lol



We are also in the process of training another young man. His name is Sokka. He's the newest, animal addition to our family. Hubs adopted him from a shelter/kennel here in town. He's a royal pain in the ass. Climbs on the furniture, tries to eat off the kitchen table, and fights with the other dogs when they even attempt to walk past his coveted toys. He's still a pup, so we are giving him some slack, but believe me, his ass got worn out when I found him up on the table!!! That's a BIG no no here. Usually the dogs are sent outside when we eat. We can't stand begging animals. So to find him on the table nearly sent him to his death. lol.





On another note, my boys are kicken some serious ass in the series against the Stars. The game last night was intense. Both teams played their hearts out. And there was some serious checking going on. It was a kick ass game. I hear that Stanley Cup callin our name!!







So I leave you with the littlest man leaving his mark on society!

Taking a Break

I will be taking a bit of a break.

When I get back, I would like to put my blog to private, so I would greatly appreciate anyone/everyone to give me an email addy that I can add to my list of viewers. You can email me at choppzs3rdtime@yahoo.com

Thanks Everyone!

See you on the Flip Side!

*Thanks For a Different Kind of Girl for pointing out my gramatical error!

4 Years of Craziness

Today, Crazy is 4! We had his party this weekend, and he had a blast. This is his 2nd year of wanting a Spiderman birthday. Totally fine with me, I get to re-gift with the gift bags from last year! lol



Crazy is my miracle baby. I call him that because it took us 3 long years to get pregnant with him. Despite being on fertility meds and going through un-godly amounts of poking and probing from doctors I still was not able to get pregnant. Defeated by it all, we gave up. Quit the meds, quit the doctors. Then Hubs leaves for a 6 month deployment, comes back, and after 3 months of "catching up", lol, Crazy came into our lives. See, all it takes is a little time away!!!



He's my Crazy Boy!







This is the lizard that came to see Crazy this weekend for his birthday party. Ok, if you see him next to that bicycle peddle, he is about the size of it, but a bit longer. He was HUGE. He scared the living daylights out of me when I saw him.

Smack That Ass

Alright Everyone, give that ass a good wallop.

That one's for the Wings.

My Boys wiped the ice with Colorado last night, which means we have won that series.

Now who's next on the list??

I Need a Hero

Well not me, but I am assuming that's what the little Desert Tortoise was saying as it was trying to cross the road yesterday.

I, Choppzs was the hero this little turtle had long been searching for.

After a long, hot, strenuous journey, this little turtle had almost reached it's destination, but standing in it's way was this fast moving, busy highway.

It contemplated turning around.

It contemplated making a run for it. Or at least trying.

It contemplated just sitting there and basking in the sun.

It hoped to it's Turtle God that someone, shining like a beacon of light, would come and rescue it from an almost untimely death.

And I, Choppzs was that beacon of light.

Let me tell you the story.

A couple weeks back, as I was sitting in the bathroom getting ready for the day, I heard a public service announcement on the local radio station about how to preserve the desert tortoise species. I have heard it many times, but this time I listened and thought out loud to Hubs.

"Have you ever seen a desert tortoise?"

"No, I don't think so." He says

"Hmmm, do they bite?" I said that because the only turtles I had ever encountered growing up were snapping turtles.

"Umm, no, I don't think so" He says

"Wouldn't it be cool to see one?"

"Yeah, sure" He says

I sat there and thought of the radio announcement. It said you should never disturb a desert tortoise unless it is in harms way. If you should encounter a desert tortoise that is in danger, you should use a towel or some other article of clothing to gently pick up by it's shell as to not contaminate it, or yourself with bacteria. Move it slowly and in the direction it was facing until it is out of harms way. Then let it be.

Then yesterday, as we were driving back from Girly's school, there he was. On the side of the road, just enough past the white line to where I had to swerve into the other lane to make sure he didn't get hit. At first, I assumed it was some sort of debris, but then i realized it was a turtle.

"Girly, did you see that?"

"See what?"

"That was a turtle"

"Awww, was it?"

"Yeah, should we go move it, so it doesn't get hit?"

"Yeah, but do you know how?"

"Of course my Dear, I am a dedicated desert citizen. I have listened intently to the public service announcements on the local radio station, and have educated myself with local literature about the beloved desert tortoise!

No that's not what I really said, but it was close.

"Yeah, duh, haven't you heard the radio?" is more like it.

"Ok, let's go get him" she says.

So we whip a Uey and pull up behind him.

I tell Girly to hop out and take a look. Who knows if we will ever see a desert tortoise again. The poor boys were just stuck sitting in their car seats.

We look at him for a moment, deciding whether he is already dead, or just inside his shell. I assumed he was still alive cause he didn't look hurt or injured.

I ran back to the truck, opened the back, found a blanket that I keep in the truck and ran back.

Just as I was running back to Girly and the turtle, Mr. Shonson drives up and pulls over to see what was the matter with us. He nearly missed the turtle with his back wheel. All the while, I am screaming at him to stop. Again, Mr. Turtle has nearly escaped death.

I put the blanket gently over his back. He was about the size of a dinner plate. I picked him up ever so lightly and begin to slowly cross the busy highway.

As I was carrying him, still thinking he might already be dead, under the blanket I feel his little legs pop out and I see his head peer at me from under the blanket.

Holy Crap if I didn't start to move a little faster. That scared the beejeebees out of me!

I walked up over the hump on the other side of the highway, and laid him gently on the ground.

I grabbed the blanket and stepped back. He sat for a moment, all arms and legs out. Then slowly began to move away.

"Goodbye Mr. Turtle" I said as I wiped a tear from my eye.

No, I didn't cry, that was just for the effect of the story.

But I did wave to the little guy, climbed back over the hill, jumped in the truck and drove off. Knowing i had done my good deed for the day.

Then I thought, shit, I didn't get a picture. That sucks! But whatchya gonna do??

Mr. Turtle will be forever grateful, and name his children after me.

Choppzstle

Turtzs

and Turchoppzs

And that is the story of Choppzs, The Turtle Whisperer.

Oh What a Night

Hubs went for his "man night" yesterday.

So that means I had to entertain the kiddos after multiple crying bursts of

"I want Daddy"

"I want to go camping toooooooo!"

"Whens Daddy coming home?"

So we went to Lu Lu's Farm up the road and petted some horses and kitties, and watched some cows at the dairy.

The kids loved the cats, and had fun feeding the horses some treats.

Then I had my "Ladies Night" after the baths were done and kids were in bed.

My Ladies Night consisted of,

scrubbing toilets

washing down bathroom sinks

vacuuming floors

dishes

and then watching 2 hours of dramatic reruns of America's Next Top Model.

I'm Pathetic! lol

If Looks Could Kill....

Then that bitch at the gate would be dead.

Ok, so see this.

I go to the base yesterday to take some of the girls that work with Hubs their candles.

I have the new truck, which means I have no base sticker at the moment.

But even when I had a base sticker, this woman (a short little bitch with WAY to much makeup), always refuses to let me go through without a hassle.

Ok, now don't get started on me about the security of the base, and how she's just doing her job, and blah blah blah.

I know it all. We were in the Corps for 8 yrs. and lived on multiple bases. So I know the rules, I know their jobs. I have no problem with them doing their jobs. But this woman, I swear, just loves to torment me.

And this woman wasn't even a Marine. They have gone to hiring rent-a-cops for the base now. She's a fricken Rent-A-Cop!

So anyways, i get up there. I flash my driver's license (since I no longer have my military I.D.) and get ready to pull out the new trucks insurance and registration. She looks at me.

"Can i ask where you are going Mam?"

*No Bitch you can't* is what i am thinking, but instead, "Yes, i am going to Warehouse ***"

"Can I ask what for?"

*Once again NO*, but instead, "Yes, i am delivering lunch and candles"

"Candles?"

*Deep breath Choppzs*, "Yes, candles, if you are interested I hosted my Partylite Party and am here to deliver the candles to the people who bought them from my Hub's shop. But remember, if you must search, you break it, you buy it" hahahahaha I thought it was a bit snazzy and kind of sarcastic but she didn't seem to get a kick out of it.

"Mam, I am here to inform you that you must be sponsored to get on base, and therefore, since you don't have the paperwork stating that you are allowed on the base, I can't let you through. Do you have a cell phone?"

"Yes, i do"

"Then I need you to pull off base, and park over there outside the gate. Then you need to call your husband, have him call the dispatch number and then he will be phoned to me. He will have to inform me that he is sponsoring you on base, and then I will let you through."

*F*ck you* but instead, "Uh mam, I have been over here several times before. All the other gate guards let me through with no problem, especially since i have a base sticker on my vehicle. Granted, I don't have one now, because it's a new vehicle and Hub's hasn't gotten it over to get me a new one, but why is it that you always insist on not letting me through. The last time, even with the base sticker you made my husband call you. None of the other guards have ever told me I have had to be sponsored."

"Well mam, in order for you to gain access to this base, you must be sponsored by someone that works here"

*No shit lady, I just said that to you, i understand that* "I understand that, but why would I have to be sponsored if i have a base sticker?"

"Mam, a base sticker doesn't mean anything. If you don't have a military i.d. or a DOD i.d. then we do not have to let you on base."

"Then what the hell good is it for me to get a base sticker?"

"Mam, that lets us know that your vehicle has been registered with the base."

"Ok, so if my vehicle has been registered under the base, and the vehicle is registered under me, wouldn't that mean that they have me on record at the base?"

"Now mam, I am asking you pull outside of the gate and wait for me to wave you in"

Bleepity, bleep, bleep,bleep,bleep, bleep, bleep.

I whip a U, and park just outside the gate. Call Hubs. Tell him the situation. After a couple minutes she waves me up to the gate.

*Ok mam, I need to see your license, registration and proof of insurance.*

Oh holy shit no. The whole time we sat here you didn't ask for it. I was even going to pull it out for you until you started blabbing.

So after pulling the crap out, and handing it over, she says..

"So this is a new vehicle mam?"

OH MY GOD DID WE NOT JUST HAVE A CONVERSATION? WAS IT ALL MY IMAGINATION?

"Yes, this is a new vehicle. The registration is taped to the window. If you would like to look at it, you can take it off of there and then put it back on. It's a pain in the ass."

"No that's ok mam, i believe you."

"Uh ok"

"So next time you come on base Mam, make sure you have the base sticker, and the sponsor card that your Hubs can get for you. You will attach it to your window next to your base sticker."

As soon as I saw that hand come up to wave me through, I booked it.

"I'll give you your motherf*cken sticker, you stupid bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep"

The kids were in the car mind you, so they probably thought I was loony muttering things under my breath.

Then as i got far enough away, for good measure, she got a lovely little wave hello. With 1 finger.

It was a long morning.

A Little Imagination

~Hot, sweaty bodies.





~You can hear the trains roaring and the numbing, loud noise exploding through your head. A burst of adrenaline seers your veins.





~He pushes you up against the wall.





~You fight each other in the heat of the moment for that surge of power.





~Explicit words and promises of pain seep through your lips.





~Bodies all over the place. Hands grabbing.





~The sweat is dripping. You can feel his heat against your body.





~ A smile spreads across your lips in satisfaction as you gain control of him. Submission.






~Then an explosion. You see stars. You hear the noise.






~ A huge wave of pleasure engulfs your body.










GOOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!



Winning a hockey game could be so close to having an orgasm don't ya think?



My boys won against the Nashville Predators!



I love my WINGS!

That's Where My Money Goes

Holy Crap.

The only thing I can say is...

WACHOVIA SUCKS!

I hope the whole world comes to this blog and never gives this bank their business again.

As you all know, we purchased the new truck. The van's loan was paid in full and then some. This stupid bank did not stop the direct deposit they had from our other bank after they received their money and proceeded to still take out a van payment the other day.

We all know what happens when more money comes out of your acct. then you have available.

That's right. Multiple bounced transactions.

So after not being able to cover all these transactions, our bank starts to tack on 25$ fees for insufficient funds.

Ohhhhh, were we pissed.

Luckily our bank was good about it, took off the charges, and is now disputing the transaction with Wachovia.

Then yesterday Wachovia had the balls to tell us that we had no proof that they took the money out of our account.

Uh yeah assholes, we do.

1. Here's a bank statement.

2. Here's a bank representative from the other bank that will confirm it.

3. And I am sure if you were smart enough to look up our acct. records since that is your job as a Wachovia rep, you would see a direct deposit into our acct on the 14th even AFTER the acct. was paid off.

And for good measure...

If you would speak F*CKEN ENGLISH ASSHOLE, or at least take a class in it, maybe you would understand what the hell we were talking about.

Windy Days and Tuesdays Always Get Me Down

This weekend was a good one. Hubs and I got to go out on Saturday night for our anniversary. Without the kiddos. We got food, drinks, played mini golf, and got stopped at a DUI checkpoint. Fun times I tell ya!

Luckily for us, the cop wasn't a dick. I mean especially after we fessed up to having a drink with our dinner and had an expired car insurance stub. lol

No, we are not driving illegally, we do have current insurance, I just haven't gotten off my lazy butt to print it out off of the computer. He let us off with a warning and told us to be sure we have our current insurance in the vehicle from now on. If he knew me, he wouldn't have been so easy on us cause Hubs is still driving around with those expired papers and it's Tuesday! lol

Sunday was a good day for yard work. We worked our asses off. The side yard looks a hellofallot better, and Hubs and I are both burned on our shoulders and necks. We were smart enough to lube up the kids, but not so much ourselves. The kiddos ran through our not so new, but haven't worked in years, and Hubs got them working yard sprinklers. I still can fathom what the assholes who lived here before us were thinking when they put this property together. Shit is just all over the place.

Today is another lovely windy day. Can you hear the sarcasm dripping. In case you couldn't tell, yes, I am being sarcastic. The wind here sucks royal donkey butt. It's sunny and warm, but the minute you walk out you get blasted with 70 mph winds mixed with a whole crap load of sand. Lovely for the skin, yes (makes for a great exfoliate), but a mouthful of dirt really sucks. It usually goes in spurts. 3 or 4 days of wind, 1 or 2 days without. Mother Nature must have it out for somebody.

Just You and I....

11 Years

1. You had some awesome hair when we were dating. I completely dug the long hair. But you did spend more time and put more product in it then any other guy I know! Oh and you did good when you picked me out of the 3 girls! lol

2. The Marine Corps changed our lives. I thank you for taking the risk, getting us the hell out of that shithole town we grew up in, and joining the Corps. We were young, yes, but we have beaten the odds. And we all know where we would be now if you hadn't joined, and we still lived back home. The Marine Corps made us who we are today. Semper Fi!

3. No matter what anyone says....

You can't beat the Marine Corps Uniforms.

And you were smokin hot in them uniforms!

4. I love your loyalty. To your family, friends and even your work. You may not like it sometimes, but you can still be counted on to do your job and do it 110%.

5. I love that you are not afraid of nasty, stinky poopy diapers. You can do a mean diaper change job!

6. I love how if I don't answer the phone the first time, you try at least 3 more times to call back. Then if I don't answer, you call friends. If they don't answer, you start to panic. By then, I am usually out of the shower and then I call you back. It lets me know you care that much.

7. I suck at Math, you suck at English. We balance each other out when it comes to Girly's schoolwork. I love that you will get down and help her with her math work, and most of the time you don't look at me like I am completely stupid (except for geography) when I don't know how to multiply fractions and crap. I said most of the time though!! lol

8. I love it that we are so different in our views on religion. I love it that we can agree to disagree, but still have a civilized and open conversation on our views. I also love that we can both agree that when those stupid solicitors come to our door asking us "Have you been saved?" that it is fun to screw with them, and make them feel like idiots, or threaten to call the cops if they don't get off the property. The same goes to telemarketers. We have ourselves some fun with telemarketers.

9. You will get down on the floor, or in the dirt and just go crazy with the kids. I love to see you playing with them. Your light show kicks ass ( just watch out for flying glow sticks lol )You are a great Daddy!

10. I love it when you try to keep secrets from me. It's a fun game. Because after 20 minutes of you knowing something that I don't, I get a call. I always know when you want to spill the beans on something. I always know when you are lying. Even over the phone. I can pretty much see your facial expression just by your tone of voice!

11. After 11 yrs. I believe I love you more now that I did on the day we got married. I know all your quirks. I know all your habits. We finish each others thoughts and sentences. I know what you can eat, and what will tear your ass up the next day. I know that when you drink 151 and get really messed up, I will be up till 4 in the morning making sure you don't have alcohol poisoning. I know I can count on you to bathe the kids, so you don't have to do dishes. Your coffee must be 1/3 coffee, 1/3 creamer, and 1/3 sugar. You will put Tabasco, Ketchup and Tony's on everything. After 11 Yrs. I love that I know you this well, and nobody else does!

I Love you Honey! Now lets go to Vegas for the weekend! lol

Drive

As promised, here are a couple pics of my new ride.

And because I can, and he's mine, I have decided to once again change my mind on his name. I was almost sure he looked like a "Fonz", but after a couple days driving him, and "Fonz" just wasn't coming out smoothly from my mouth, I have decided to switch his name to "Beauregard". The B theme has stuck with me, and after calling the van "Bessy" for 3 years, "Beauregard" flows much better.

And as you can see, Mr. Beaver has claimed his rightful seat on my dash. See, once again, the B. Bessy, Beauregard and Beaver. It just flows.

No one puts Beaver in the corner!

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted and used against you

Whoever made up that saying about waking up on the wrong side of the bed was dead on!

I don't know what it is, or why, but this morning has just made me One, Cranky, Bitch.

Nothing in particular happened. In fact it was a morning just like any other. But I have this urge to rip someones head off.

I decided I needed coffee. And of course, we are out. So I pack the kids up early to take Girly to school and head off to Starbucks.

All I hear the whole way is...

"What can I get mom?"

"Can I get coffee?"

"I'm hungry!"

"I want food!"

"Yummmmmmm, Yummmmmmmm!!!!!!!"

Holy Cow!!! Can't a cranky woman just get some damn coffee in peace?

Then Hubs calls me. We usually talk in the mornings before I get Girly to school just for our routine 5 minute chat. I had forgotten to call him, plus we left early so that's when he called me. Mid way through our conversation in the Starbucks drive-thru I was about to hang up on him. lol Nothing he was saying was different from any other day or morning, but all I could hear was "blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"
So I handed the phone over to Girly who proceeded to talk. lol So to you Hubs, it was not you, it was me! lol

Now that I got my coffee, and the kid's got their cream drinks, all has settled down.

I called Hubs back and talked civilly.

Now I must get the boys ready to go and get lunch, and go and get a new set of keys for my new toy.

Oh that's right, I didn't mention that did I?

I got me a new vehicle.

His name is Fonz! lol or at least for now till i come up with a suitable name for him.

He is a Ford Expedition. Charcoal grey. Big, beefy and totally more my style then the van.

I love him. And he doesn't fit in my garage!! lol

And as soon as i get off my lazy ass and charge my camera, I will take pics of my new boyfriend to show you all!!