http://tammysayswhat.blogspot.com/
that's where i'm going to be blogging from now on. i'll keep this blog open for a few days then delete it, but all posts have been exported over there.....
i'll miss this old place. (lol...that's funny, right?)
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
he does love me.....!!!!!!
hi blog,
i got home from taking 2 of our kids for haircuts (getting ready for school stuff) and my poohead had a piece of paper on my laptop. i went to move it,it was a scrap of a something and he says 'look at it' and he's pointing to it.
i looked at it and from what i was able to decipher from his chicken scratch handwriting - he rescheduled his MRI!!!!!!!! I knew he loved me...deep down inside and in betweeen the texts that say "i don't hate you i just disagree with you 50% of the time" - he loves me!!!!!
but we will keep that other thing between us.. ;o)
i got home from taking 2 of our kids for haircuts (getting ready for school stuff) and my poohead had a piece of paper on my laptop. i went to move it,it was a scrap of a something and he says 'look at it' and he's pointing to it.
i looked at it and from what i was able to decipher from his chicken scratch handwriting - he rescheduled his MRI!!!!!!!! I knew he loved me...deep down inside and in betweeen the texts that say "i don't hate you i just disagree with you 50% of the time" - he loves me!!!!!
but we will keep that other thing between us.. ;o)
Monday, August 2, 2010
i lost a blog
hey blog,
i'm sorry but i seemed to have lost a post or two. i could've sworn i came on here and on two separate days made two separate blogs. but they're not here. to be quite honest i'm not concerned enough to go looking around for them either. but i needed something to start off talking about.
i made fried green tomatoes tonight. mmmmmyummy!! i didn't have seasonings so i used old bay. great choice!! i've got this forearm sized zucchini i thought about giving the green tomato treatment to so we'll see. but yeah, definitely try the old bay (in with the corn meal/bread crumb mix). never thought about it but i could have used some frank's red hot mixed in with the egg/milk (a'la fried chicken). hmmm...next time. gotta remember to save some tomatoes for spaghetti sauce though, too.
so you might be asking why am i awake at 1:01am. or not. i just finished my final exam for short stories. great class. if i wasn't forced to read some of this stuff, i'd never read it so i'm pretty glad for that. there are some amazing author's out there - i'd definitely recommend getting out of your comfort zone. i was pretty worried when i saw the "F" on my grades this evening. i get pretty good grades and to see that was startling to say the least. well, i back tracked and figured out that even though i read the stories, had my daughter bring her laptop with us on vacation - i never actually got online and did the assignments (which consisted of an essay, a 2 question quiz and discussion board comments). UGH! my fault - good intentions and all - but vacation was too much fun...screw homework. so we'll see how it affects my grade.
needless to say the freaken dog is still here. grrrrr....i am really reaching the point that i will get a shovel and i will hit her in the head with it. her behavior is just...just...fucked up. P says it wouldn't be fair to bring her to the pound because who knows what they'd do with her once they find out how mentally defective she is. that's not my problem (lol)
P had an MRI scheduled for today and when i ask "how did it go" he says the lady called last week and i rescheduled it. ummm...hello! mcfly??! (back to the future reference)...what. the fuck. this conversation took place out in the garden so as i'm walking in the house with a look of utter disbelief on my face i said something (can't remember what now) and i followed that with "that was sarcastic" and he had the audacity to remark. what. the fuck. the MRI is for his eye (and face) twitching and now i have to be a DB and nag him to reschedule. what. the. fuck. that's all i can say. who friggen does this??? and on top of that...what kind of husband RESCHEDULES and does NOT tell his wife about it??? wife = partner = helpmate, etc etc etc and honest to god he wonders why i take off and hide in the cemetary. for real. this brings me back to that blog about "updating conversations". GAH!!!
so in the meantime i find that in looking for an artists work i come across a naked picture of him and i'm looking at it. like....really looking at it. and enjoying it. that's bad, i know. wandering minds and all that BS. i quickly (in a sort of slow manner) turned the webpage. no no no no no no pee pees that don't belong to me. it just so happens that i don't want the one that belongs to me right now. two reasons - the lack of updating conversations and the way - after promises - my love nest, my den of burning desires, my zone of flesh on fire, has turned into a storage unit....again. yep - again. i brought it up tonight but then let it go. as it stands now we're homeless so i won't go into any home repair/remodeling nag/rants etc - but as soon as we're not homeless...my den of lusty hotness is mine again. dammit.
last night i was so thankful that i didn't throw away all those meds that i gave up. i won't go into details but my life has been an utter hell the last few days. not only could i not sleep (cuz of needing the potty 14 times in one night...again) i was in pain. then..when it let up, and i could lay down to take a small nap cuz i was up for two days straight shitting my brains out, no one will let me take a nap. S has a problem with this and T has a problem wtih that - and all problems, of course, are my fault and J is just oblivious and Sh is a 5 yr old with the mouth of a 16 yr old and when i go to hide in my hiding place (under the Downer family) who flippin' finds me...? yeah - P. in MY cemetery. and where i was he really had to look. i was wearing a white tshirt so maybe it wasn't that hard but i took off without telling a soul where i went. so now what do i do with no hiding place?
i'm sure this post sounds like a whoa is me and whine whine cry cry - but it's not. just a vent. not even that really...just a...release, shall we say.
T and i starting this experiment (now i wonder if she ate it today?) - i read a study that says eating cinnamon will lower LDL and triglycerides, and blood sugars and all that so i said wouldn't it be cool if T and I did it so when we go back to the endo in 3 months we can see if it worked? and on top of that - i don't have a colon - so how cool would it be to see if not it worked (on T) but worked on T and not on me cuz of the missing hooha? but she spent the day with her friend riding bikes and such and i don't know if she ate it. now i don't even know if i ate it. too late now.
i can tell my double shot of "o" is kicking in so i'm gonna bail before i start looking for those things that shouldn't be looked at if they don't belong to me again. hehe
nitey nite
i'm sorry but i seemed to have lost a post or two. i could've sworn i came on here and on two separate days made two separate blogs. but they're not here. to be quite honest i'm not concerned enough to go looking around for them either. but i needed something to start off talking about.
i made fried green tomatoes tonight. mmmmmyummy!! i didn't have seasonings so i used old bay. great choice!! i've got this forearm sized zucchini i thought about giving the green tomato treatment to so we'll see. but yeah, definitely try the old bay (in with the corn meal/bread crumb mix). never thought about it but i could have used some frank's red hot mixed in with the egg/milk (a'la fried chicken). hmmm...next time. gotta remember to save some tomatoes for spaghetti sauce though, too.
so you might be asking why am i awake at 1:01am. or not. i just finished my final exam for short stories. great class. if i wasn't forced to read some of this stuff, i'd never read it so i'm pretty glad for that. there are some amazing author's out there - i'd definitely recommend getting out of your comfort zone. i was pretty worried when i saw the "F" on my grades this evening. i get pretty good grades and to see that was startling to say the least. well, i back tracked and figured out that even though i read the stories, had my daughter bring her laptop with us on vacation - i never actually got online and did the assignments (which consisted of an essay, a 2 question quiz and discussion board comments). UGH! my fault - good intentions and all - but vacation was too much fun...screw homework. so we'll see how it affects my grade.
needless to say the freaken dog is still here. grrrrr....i am really reaching the point that i will get a shovel and i will hit her in the head with it. her behavior is just...just...fucked up. P says it wouldn't be fair to bring her to the pound because who knows what they'd do with her once they find out how mentally defective she is. that's not my problem (lol)
P had an MRI scheduled for today and when i ask "how did it go" he says the lady called last week and i rescheduled it. ummm...hello! mcfly??! (back to the future reference)...what. the fuck. this conversation took place out in the garden so as i'm walking in the house with a look of utter disbelief on my face i said something (can't remember what now) and i followed that with "that was sarcastic" and he had the audacity to remark. what. the fuck. the MRI is for his eye (and face) twitching and now i have to be a DB and nag him to reschedule. what. the. fuck. that's all i can say. who friggen does this??? and on top of that...what kind of husband RESCHEDULES and does NOT tell his wife about it??? wife = partner = helpmate, etc etc etc and honest to god he wonders why i take off and hide in the cemetary. for real. this brings me back to that blog about "updating conversations". GAH!!!
so in the meantime i find that in looking for an artists work i come across a naked picture of him and i'm looking at it. like....really looking at it. and enjoying it. that's bad, i know. wandering minds and all that BS. i quickly (in a sort of slow manner) turned the webpage. no no no no no no pee pees that don't belong to me. it just so happens that i don't want the one that belongs to me right now. two reasons - the lack of updating conversations and the way - after promises - my love nest, my den of burning desires, my zone of flesh on fire, has turned into a storage unit....again. yep - again. i brought it up tonight but then let it go. as it stands now we're homeless so i won't go into any home repair/remodeling nag/rants etc - but as soon as we're not homeless...my den of lusty hotness is mine again. dammit.
last night i was so thankful that i didn't throw away all those meds that i gave up. i won't go into details but my life has been an utter hell the last few days. not only could i not sleep (cuz of needing the potty 14 times in one night...again) i was in pain. then..when it let up, and i could lay down to take a small nap cuz i was up for two days straight shitting my brains out, no one will let me take a nap. S has a problem with this and T has a problem wtih that - and all problems, of course, are my fault and J is just oblivious and Sh is a 5 yr old with the mouth of a 16 yr old and when i go to hide in my hiding place (under the Downer family) who flippin' finds me...? yeah - P. in MY cemetery. and where i was he really had to look. i was wearing a white tshirt so maybe it wasn't that hard but i took off without telling a soul where i went. so now what do i do with no hiding place?
i'm sure this post sounds like a whoa is me and whine whine cry cry - but it's not. just a vent. not even that really...just a...release, shall we say.
T and i starting this experiment (now i wonder if she ate it today?) - i read a study that says eating cinnamon will lower LDL and triglycerides, and blood sugars and all that so i said wouldn't it be cool if T and I did it so when we go back to the endo in 3 months we can see if it worked? and on top of that - i don't have a colon - so how cool would it be to see if not it worked (on T) but worked on T and not on me cuz of the missing hooha? but she spent the day with her friend riding bikes and such and i don't know if she ate it. now i don't even know if i ate it. too late now.
i can tell my double shot of "o" is kicking in so i'm gonna bail before i start looking for those things that shouldn't be looked at if they don't belong to me again. hehe
nitey nite
Thursday, July 29, 2010
updating conversations
hi blog, i'm so tired. physically tired and mentally exhausted. frustrated is a good word. as is autopilot.
i wonder if men, who don't take talking as serious as they should, understand how many misunderstandings and/or arguments could be NOT had if they would just UPDATE a previous conversation. and...i could end up looking like less of an ass because i make plans based on PREVIOUS conversations.
like - maybe tell me you made a phone call and that you'll be working tomorrow instead of having the leisure day i thought you were gonna have. and - telling me about the change of plans like it should be common knowledge and i'm a fkn idiot for not knowing better. cuz yeah - i can read minds again.
gah!!
my bumper sticker got stolen. it's a magnetic bumpersticker so you can imagine how easily it could be removed from my truck. it was a bumper sticker about pooping. it was really funny cuz i'm the queen of pooping. i mean, no one else would know that - it'd just be a stupid bumper sticker about poop. but who takes bumper stickers off of people's cars? that's just really subversive.
P, shane and i had a really good day today (if you don't cound the assenine conversation earlier this evening. we spent the day, traveling a few times, to the town park. they put some benches and swings overlooking the creek and it's all shaded and it was sooooo beautiful. P and shane searched for frogs and fishies, i read my book and saved a frog from shane's clutches once (she wanted to take it home...again). it was nice. really nice. it's definitely on our list of things to do list!!!
i weened myself off my meds - cold turkey is best but i'm just about off everything but the HBP, hot flash preventer and opium. i'm happy with that. when you go to bed and the palm of your hand is full of different color and shaped pills for everything and anything - that's not good. it's also not good when your hubby says he can tell when you've taken your meds because you're slurring words. so bye bye. eh...nothing really worked anyways - just made me not really care that i pooped 12 times a day instead of fixing the problem. and the only thing that fixes that problem is not eating. which i can do for a day but after that i'm making up for the day i didn't eat and it makes the bathroom worse and what the hell am i talking about this for? i sound like my sister whining and boo hooing. jeez!!
unfortunately tomorrow i have to rid the family of the dog and a cat. we've tried making it a family discussion/vote type thing but the children only see cute kitty and fun puppy....not the bad behavior. both the animals are using the house as their litter box/poopy place and that is not tolerable. the dog was housetrained before we went on vacation and now she'll look right at you and take a dump on the floor. i talked to the vet to find out if that's a normal thing after spending a week in the kennel and he said maybe for the first day but after that - no. molly, the cat, has started peeing on the floor too. i scoop the cat boxes daily so it can't be that. she even peed on the floor about 4 feet from the cat boxes. wth? this was going on well before vacation...caught her 3 times now. who knows how many times it's gone on when i haven't caught her. so now i have to be the bad guy....
so...that's updated autopilot. i'm tired. i'm going to bed. but i'll be up in 2 hours cuz...well, my hand is near empty. ;o)
i wonder if men, who don't take talking as serious as they should, understand how many misunderstandings and/or arguments could be NOT had if they would just UPDATE a previous conversation. and...i could end up looking like less of an ass because i make plans based on PREVIOUS conversations.
like - maybe tell me you made a phone call and that you'll be working tomorrow instead of having the leisure day i thought you were gonna have. and - telling me about the change of plans like it should be common knowledge and i'm a fkn idiot for not knowing better. cuz yeah - i can read minds again.
gah!!
my bumper sticker got stolen. it's a magnetic bumpersticker so you can imagine how easily it could be removed from my truck. it was a bumper sticker about pooping. it was really funny cuz i'm the queen of pooping. i mean, no one else would know that - it'd just be a stupid bumper sticker about poop. but who takes bumper stickers off of people's cars? that's just really subversive.
P, shane and i had a really good day today (if you don't cound the assenine conversation earlier this evening. we spent the day, traveling a few times, to the town park. they put some benches and swings overlooking the creek and it's all shaded and it was sooooo beautiful. P and shane searched for frogs and fishies, i read my book and saved a frog from shane's clutches once (she wanted to take it home...again). it was nice. really nice. it's definitely on our list of things to do list!!!
i weened myself off my meds - cold turkey is best but i'm just about off everything but the HBP, hot flash preventer and opium. i'm happy with that. when you go to bed and the palm of your hand is full of different color and shaped pills for everything and anything - that's not good. it's also not good when your hubby says he can tell when you've taken your meds because you're slurring words. so bye bye. eh...nothing really worked anyways - just made me not really care that i pooped 12 times a day instead of fixing the problem. and the only thing that fixes that problem is not eating. which i can do for a day but after that i'm making up for the day i didn't eat and it makes the bathroom worse and what the hell am i talking about this for? i sound like my sister whining and boo hooing. jeez!!
unfortunately tomorrow i have to rid the family of the dog and a cat. we've tried making it a family discussion/vote type thing but the children only see cute kitty and fun puppy....not the bad behavior. both the animals are using the house as their litter box/poopy place and that is not tolerable. the dog was housetrained before we went on vacation and now she'll look right at you and take a dump on the floor. i talked to the vet to find out if that's a normal thing after spending a week in the kennel and he said maybe for the first day but after that - no. molly, the cat, has started peeing on the floor too. i scoop the cat boxes daily so it can't be that. she even peed on the floor about 4 feet from the cat boxes. wth? this was going on well before vacation...caught her 3 times now. who knows how many times it's gone on when i haven't caught her. so now i have to be the bad guy....
so...that's updated autopilot. i'm tired. i'm going to bed. but i'll be up in 2 hours cuz...well, my hand is near empty. ;o)
Friday, July 9, 2010
who is that old lady in the mirror?
hi blog,
i was wondering something - how do you make friends with and accept the old lady you see in the mirror?
:o)
i was wondering something - how do you make friends with and accept the old lady you see in the mirror?
:o)
Monday, June 21, 2010
how do you enjoy it? and being carless
dear blog,
i'm doing some work at my daugther's boss's sister's house (that is soooo punctually wrong). they own 50 acres and have a gorgeous 3bedroom 3bathroom home. when i take a lunch break - i sit on their front porch and just sit. i listen to the birds, the horses, the doggy barking or one of two of the kittens chasing butterflies. i've been at the house for two weeks...this is my third week and i'll be done and i won't be going back. today at lunch i thought how much i'd miss it. the front porch and all.
it made me think though. here i was...enjoying this gorgeous layout, thinking maybe THIS is what i want when we retire and the homeowners are no where to be found. like i said, this is my third week there. i've talked to the homeowner maybe twice. three times tops....they're not around. ever.
i guess i wonder how they can possibly enjoy that beautiful property and home when they're never home. they've obviously worked really hard -you don't get that for sitting on your crackle. but why work so hard for soemthing you can't enjoy? the wife told me,t oo, that wasn't their forever home and that when the kids are gone they're selling. maybe for the equity? i don't know. seems a waste.
anyway, so i'm carless. we bought this yukon and the seller kept a little secret from us. something that when you're under the truck checking out stuff you never really look at. some lower control arm is about rusted right in half. i'm pissed to say the least. i don't like not having a car. i don't like thinking for once i'm fixin' on getting ahead and i'm not because now i have this huge car repair bill. the kid actually had the balls to call pete today to see where his license plates are. ooops. i knew i forgot something. pete told him that he was sure his wife sent them out and that he'd check the truck as soon as it was back from the garage. the guy didn't say a word. ass. grrr...
time to go -
i'm doing some work at my daugther's boss's sister's house (that is soooo punctually wrong). they own 50 acres and have a gorgeous 3bedroom 3bathroom home. when i take a lunch break - i sit on their front porch and just sit. i listen to the birds, the horses, the doggy barking or one of two of the kittens chasing butterflies. i've been at the house for two weeks...this is my third week and i'll be done and i won't be going back. today at lunch i thought how much i'd miss it. the front porch and all.
it made me think though. here i was...enjoying this gorgeous layout, thinking maybe THIS is what i want when we retire and the homeowners are no where to be found. like i said, this is my third week there. i've talked to the homeowner maybe twice. three times tops....they're not around. ever.
i guess i wonder how they can possibly enjoy that beautiful property and home when they're never home. they've obviously worked really hard -you don't get that for sitting on your crackle. but why work so hard for soemthing you can't enjoy? the wife told me,t oo, that wasn't their forever home and that when the kids are gone they're selling. maybe for the equity? i don't know. seems a waste.
anyway, so i'm carless. we bought this yukon and the seller kept a little secret from us. something that when you're under the truck checking out stuff you never really look at. some lower control arm is about rusted right in half. i'm pissed to say the least. i don't like not having a car. i don't like thinking for once i'm fixin' on getting ahead and i'm not because now i have this huge car repair bill. the kid actually had the balls to call pete today to see where his license plates are. ooops. i knew i forgot something. pete told him that he was sure his wife sent them out and that he'd check the truck as soon as it was back from the garage. the guy didn't say a word. ass. grrr...
time to go -
Sunday, June 6, 2010
sniper troopers
hey blog!
yesterday was a long day - we were to look at two trucks (new to me). for some silly reason no one in our area was selling a truck under $2,000 (one that will seat all 6 of us) so we had to go out of our state...all the way to MA (that's funny cuz MA is just right over there..lol) but anyway, we're on our way to springfield MA to check out this truck. we stop at the toll booth to get our ticket and this sniper cop comes around the booth building and says, in a really dicky authoritative voice that really doesn't work on me and always ends up with me sassing off, PULL OVER NOW PLEASE!! what the f....
it's friggin' hotter than a $2 whore, no a/c in the truck and i've got 3 kids sweaty and hot kids and cranky hubby and i'm not fun when i'm hot and mr trooper guy demands my license and registration. it was kinda funny because it was so hot that the registration card was stuck to pleather binder in the glove box...but not funny at all cuz i'm like "dude...what the frick?" my truck is legal, i wasn't speeding, we're all wearing our seatbelts...what. the.
you know what he had me pull over for? my shoulder strap was not over my shoulder. i was buckled in...i always buckle but i never if ever put the strap over my shoulder. it's not the first ticket i've gotten for the "offense" and it won't be my last. but to be sniper-copped at a toll booth on a really hot and humid day of driving all over East Bumshit looking for a truck...that's just messed up.
i wasn't disrespectful to the cop but i did do the eye roll thing and ask "for real?" he takes my info and comes back 10 minutes later (does it really take THAT long to print out a ticket?) and apologizes to me for giving me a ticket and that it's "clickit or ticket" week and blah blah. listen dude cop guy - i've been pulled over before because a cop didn't see my shoulder belt and they left the side of my car WITHOUT giving me a ticket. i've passed cops going 45mph in a 30mph zone and they never even looked at me (and it's not like you could miss me in my tank). i've been pulled over because my truck is loud and they liked my "i'm only speeding because i have to poop" bumper sticker (for real..ask hubby) and i never got a ticket. so for him to apologize for giving me a ticket when i KNOW it's at his discretion to do so is like putting a gun to my head and telling me "you have mosquito in your hair". (ok, that was a messed up analogy). but you know what i mean?
and....giving me a ticket doesn't make me run home with my tail between my legs. when i go to school tomorrow, i will be buckled but with no shoulder strap. when i drop the kids off at work, i will be buckled but with no shoulder strap. the shoulder strap annoys my boobs...really bad. the strap either rides up and chokes the living shit out of me or it gets stuck under my boob and just looks really ridiculous. so i won't do it.
and exactly what is a "living shit"? that's a funny term, right there.
so thanks mr sniper trooper man - thanks for the ticket. no really, i understand that the 18 yr old shoulder strap in my truck that doesn't catch when i stop fast can't save my life if i don't wear it but ...umm...other than the belt portion latching, the shoulder belt (in my truck) is just something pretty look at...and to annoy my boobs. it wouldn't save my big block head from hitting the windshield anyway. you'll get my check in mail.
yesterday was a long day - we were to look at two trucks (new to me). for some silly reason no one in our area was selling a truck under $2,000 (one that will seat all 6 of us) so we had to go out of our state...all the way to MA (that's funny cuz MA is just right over there..lol) but anyway, we're on our way to springfield MA to check out this truck. we stop at the toll booth to get our ticket and this sniper cop comes around the booth building and says, in a really dicky authoritative voice that really doesn't work on me and always ends up with me sassing off, PULL OVER NOW PLEASE!! what the f....
it's friggin' hotter than a $2 whore, no a/c in the truck and i've got 3 kids sweaty and hot kids and cranky hubby and i'm not fun when i'm hot and mr trooper guy demands my license and registration. it was kinda funny because it was so hot that the registration card was stuck to pleather binder in the glove box...but not funny at all cuz i'm like "dude...what the frick?" my truck is legal, i wasn't speeding, we're all wearing our seatbelts...what. the.
you know what he had me pull over for? my shoulder strap was not over my shoulder. i was buckled in...i always buckle but i never if ever put the strap over my shoulder. it's not the first ticket i've gotten for the "offense" and it won't be my last. but to be sniper-copped at a toll booth on a really hot and humid day of driving all over East Bumshit looking for a truck...that's just messed up.
i wasn't disrespectful to the cop but i did do the eye roll thing and ask "for real?" he takes my info and comes back 10 minutes later (does it really take THAT long to print out a ticket?) and apologizes to me for giving me a ticket and that it's "clickit or ticket" week and blah blah. listen dude cop guy - i've been pulled over before because a cop didn't see my shoulder belt and they left the side of my car WITHOUT giving me a ticket. i've passed cops going 45mph in a 30mph zone and they never even looked at me (and it's not like you could miss me in my tank). i've been pulled over because my truck is loud and they liked my "i'm only speeding because i have to poop" bumper sticker (for real..ask hubby) and i never got a ticket. so for him to apologize for giving me a ticket when i KNOW it's at his discretion to do so is like putting a gun to my head and telling me "you have mosquito in your hair". (ok, that was a messed up analogy). but you know what i mean?
and....giving me a ticket doesn't make me run home with my tail between my legs. when i go to school tomorrow, i will be buckled but with no shoulder strap. when i drop the kids off at work, i will be buckled but with no shoulder strap. the shoulder strap annoys my boobs...really bad. the strap either rides up and chokes the living shit out of me or it gets stuck under my boob and just looks really ridiculous. so i won't do it.
and exactly what is a "living shit"? that's a funny term, right there.
so thanks mr sniper trooper man - thanks for the ticket. no really, i understand that the 18 yr old shoulder strap in my truck that doesn't catch when i stop fast can't save my life if i don't wear it but ...umm...other than the belt portion latching, the shoulder belt (in my truck) is just something pretty look at...and to annoy my boobs. it wouldn't save my big block head from hitting the windshield anyway. you'll get my check in mail.
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