Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Okay, I know it's supposed to be Gratituesday, but I'm a day late.  So, you now have...............


Get over it bitches!!!! HAHA!!!! Just kidding, you're not bitches......well except you, and you.....and definitely you.

Okay I've had a shit-ass week thus far and I needed some laughs and perspective.  Hence the purpose of our post today ladies and germs. 

1.  I'm grateful for the ability to apologize for my mistakes and to be able to let go of the results.  Sometimes you don't get the reaction you want when you make your apologies and that's hard.  You can't control the other person's reaction and to be able to let go of that outcome and put it in the hands of my Higher Power is such a gift.  The thing to remember is that I've done my part - I've made the apology, my guilt is off of my shoulders and anything else is in God's hands.

2.  Small surprise jokes made by the universe at my expense.  I have to back up a bit.  I've had quite a bit of repressed anger this week, friends have even suggested me getting a nerf bat to beat things with to get my rage out that's how bad it's been.  I had a few minutes yesterday to kill before my PT appointment and decided to run into Deep Roots Market to look for some decently priced Peppermint essential oil.  I also wanted to see if they had any blends with lavender and peppermint which is my new favorite thing!  I did find a lavender/peppermind blend that is HEAVENLY and smells just marvelous and guess what it is called?  Anger Management!  LOL!!!!  I laughed my ass off there right in the store, I know the other people thought I was nuts.  Yes I bought it too!

3.  To be at odds with someone and still love them just as much as ever.  Sometimes arguments happen.  They can be to the point where you go for a few days not able to communicate with that person at all.  BUT......
It never ever diminishes the love you have in your heart for them.

4.  Having quiet time in my car on the way to work.  I only have about 10 minutes, and I normally take them for granted but this week it has become my time to talk to God.  I say the serenity prayer and then just talk about whatever.  I pray for calm and serenity for my day and for me to seek his will in whatever I do that day.  It calms my mind for the day ahead and puts me in a good frame of mind for the things I have to face throughout the day.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Forever 27 Club

Not sure how I didn't realize this "club" existed, but Amy Winehouse has now joined the 'Forever 27 Club' which is a group of musical artists that have tragically died at the young age of 27. 

Amy makes number 6.  Almost makes you believe in crazy stuff like numerology doesn't it?

The founding member of this club is Brian Jones, ex-guitarist for the Rolling stones back in 1969.  He was found in the bottom of his swimming pool.

About a year later, Jimi Hendrix joined the club when he was found in a hotel room in London after he had combined sleeping pills with too much wine.

Two weeks after Hendrix's death, Janis Joplin joined the club when she was found dead inside her Porsche from a heroin overdose.

In 1971, Jim Morrison joined the club when he was found dead in a bathtub. Cause of death was deemed "heart failure."

No new members joined the group for years until 1994 when Kurt Cobain was found dead of a self inflicted gunshot wound, less than 2 months after his 27th birthday.

Years passed again, and then this past weekend Amy Winehouse became the 6th member of the 'Forever 27 Club.'  Although her cause of death hasn't been determined, I think we are all pretty sure that drugs will be found to be a factor in her death.

27 years old....when I think about where I was at that age and what I was doing, drugs was something that was the farthest thing from my radar at the time.  I was working, trying to build a career and dating around trying to find a guy that was right for me.  I hadn't even been able to afford to move out of my parent's house yet! 

Yet these 6 people were rock stars, out in the world, taking off like rockets in the sky, little did they know they would burn out early and be knocked out of orbit and fall hard back to earth. 

Makes me think about my own mortality, I can tell you that.  Makes me slow down and appreciate my simple life with my plain old job, dog, and my normal wonderful husband. 

Not sure where I was going with this blog, and don't want to wax poetic on you, but just take stock of your life.  If you have demons in your life you need to get off your back, fight them and get rid of them.  You can get rid of them, and there are those out there that will help you do so.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Sleeping in weird places...

No it's not what you think.....get your mind out of the gutter Lady E! (yeah, I called you out right here sista!)

I'm going in for a sleep study tonight.  I know it won't be a big deal, but I'm pretty nervous about it nonetheless. 

Probes and sticky things on my head and body doesn't sound too awesome to me, it kinda freaks me out a little.  Never had anything like this before in my life. 

About 8:30-9pm tonight, start sending happy positive thoughts my way guys.  Gonna need them!

Of course, I will post a complete rundown of my experience for a Fibro Friday edition!  It will probably be next week.

Let's hope this is me tonight...the sleep part, not the kitty part.

Forgot to add that Duffy the Fibro slaying duck will be keeping me company also!
She'd better not hog the covers...

Sunday, July 17, 2011

A Kiss that Changed Everything

My good friends over at Cheesy Bloggers sent out a call for kissing stories:  good, bad, awkward, or otherwise and I thought I would tell the story of the kiss that changed my life - the first kiss I had with Hubby.

I have to set the scene a little for you guys.  My friends had set me up one Saturday night with one of their friends, Robbie at a bar where we went to sing karaoke every weekend.  Robbie brought a friend that night who happened to be Alan.  Now I didn't know at the time, but Alan REALLY liked me.  Robbie however liked me too and asked me out for the next weekend.  We were to meet up at the same bar the following Saturday, although Alan didn't know this at the time.

I show up at the bar, and stupidhead Robbie stood me up.  However, Alan had shown up that night hoping I would be there and that he could talk to me.  We ended up getting a table together and talking and hanging out during karaoke.  We both sang our karaoke songs when we were called up, and were having a great time. 

Later on, those same friends that had set me up with Robbie showed up and joined us.  My girlfriend, Ginger started watching me and Alan and noticed the chemistry that was happening between us.  During the next dance break, she pulled me aside and said, "Girl, you need to get him up there and dance with him!"  So, I did. 

That O-Town song came on..."All or Nothing" and we started slow dancing.  It was very crowded on the small dance floor, so he had to hold me very close (hehe).  Without us saying anything, our heads turned toward each other at the same time and our lips met in the sweetest kiss I have ever experienced.    The whole world seemed to disappear as the kiss deepened and we kissed until the song finished playing.

We have been together since that night.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Wicked Wednesday - Bad Girl Bloggers!

One Crazy Brunette Chick

I've decided this week to hook up with the Bad Girl Bloggers for Wicked Wednesday!  I know, it's SOOOO not like me, but here it goes!!!!!!!

Their choices for this week are the most embarrassing moment you've ever had or best orgasm.

I'm going with embarrasing this week.

Back when Hubby and I were dating, we were on a cruise to Key West and Cozumel on Royal Caribbean.  We had decided to "take a nap" in our room *wink wink.*  Things were getting hot and heavy when our room steward walked in on us - OOPS!  Dimwitted me had forgotten to put the little "Do Not Disturb" thingie on the door.

Needless to say, that little african dude got to see more of my tail than I would have liked.  I couldn't look him in the eye the rest of the trip.

Monday, July 11, 2011

War of the Squirrels

I want to tell you all a little story from my childhood.  This all took place over a summer I think, maybe longer when I was a teenager.

It all started simply with my Daddy putting up a birdfeeder.  Simple, right?  We already had a hummingbird feeder that we enjoyed very much, we loved watching the hummingbirds coming around every year so my Dad decided to put up a regular birdfeeder at our barn/workshed for other birds to come.  Our house backed up to a large wooded area that goes back for miles and tons of critters live back there, including my Daddy's number one enemy.....the squirrel!

We couldn't figure it out at first, how the birdfeeder was getting emptied so quickly.  Dad would fill it up, and within a day or two it would be empty.  One day, we saw them.  The little fuckers would get up on the roof of the barn, climb down the feeder, and eat the birdseed right out of the feeder. 

Well, first Dad hammered a narrow stick on the edge of the barn sticking out, and put the feeder at the end of it.  The squirrels would just climb across the stick, shimmy down the feeder and hang on while they ate. 

That just pissed my Dad off royally that he was outsmarted by these critters, so he started looking for a new feeder.  He found a "squirrel-proof" birdfeeder and brought it home.  This time, he hung it in a tree!  A big tall pine tree in our backyard.  The feeder was a good 12-15 feet off the ground, so there's no getting to it from below.  Well, the damn squirrels climbed the tree, walked across the limb, shimmied down the feeder, and hung on for dear life as they scooped out the seed with their paws onto the ground.  Then, they'd eat the seed off the ground. 
My Daddy was all like, "SQUIRREL-PROOF, MY ASS!" 

Then he got REALLY serious!  (Oh, you think what I've told you so far is serious?  You just wait!)  His BB gun came out of the closet and stayed by our sliding glass door so he could run them off.  I don't think he ever hit any of them, just scared them off with it, that's all.  Then, he took the feeder and rigged one of those metal pie plates on the top of the feeder so they couldn't shimmy down the feeder as easily.  He also fashioned a length of wire to hang it from, figuring it would be harder to climb down that way.  Then he moved the feeder farther out on the limb from the trunk of the tree too. 

Guess what guys?  Pie plate rig was a bust.  They could climb right around it, right down the feeder, scoop out the feed onto the ground and eat it.  They just had to avoid the BB gun and they were golden! 

By this time, my Dad was starting to lose it.  He wasn't about to give up and just take down the feeder...that would be admitting defeat, and my Dad would never EVER EVER admit defeat.......EVER.   Not to a bunch of "damned tree rats" as he called them. 

The last rig Daddy made, and I must say it was a thing of beauty.  He took the feeder, and rigged a HUBCAP on top!  Yes, I said a in from a car.  They can't climb around it from the top to shimmy down the feeder that way!  Then, when he put the feeder up, he moved the feeder waaaaaaaayyyyy the hell to the other end of the limb, as far as he could from the trunk of the tree. Very satisfied with his work, my Dad was all like, "There, you sons-a-bitches!  Try and get it now!"  That feeder was probably at least 6-8 feet, from the trunk of the tree so we figured there was no way in hell those squirrel could get to that feeder.


It did take them time to figure it out this time.  They tried the old way, climbing down the line, and tried to get around that damned hubcap to the feeder but realized that it was not gonna happen.  Next thing we knew, we were watching them one day laughing at our brilliance at out-smarting them this time, and one of those sons-a-bitches JUMPED from the trunk all the way over and landed on the stupid-ass feeder!  Then the SOB proceeded to do his thing...scoop out the feed onto the ground so that he and his little squirrel buddies could have their little squirrel feast.

Our fucking jaws hit the damned floor!  We could not believe it!  They had actually kamakazied their way into getting into that freakin feeder. 

My Dad didn't know what else to do at this point.  He had no more tricks up his sleeve, the hubcap was the last great redneck invention (it was a great one though wasn't it?).  We found that what the squirrrels wanted out of the birdfeed was the sunflower seeds and the dried corn.  Everything else, they left alone.  The only birds that would eat it off the ground though were doves and pigeons. 

My Daddy decided on a truce with the squirrels for that summer.  He bought a different seed for the birds, without the desired corn and sunflower seed so the squirrels would leave it alone, and then bought dried corn and sunflower seeds and would put them in pie plates out for the squirrels so keep them away from the feeder.  This way, the squirrels were happy and Dad didn't have to go insane like a redneck maniac trying to outsmart a bunch of "tree rats". 

I never knew that squirrels were so fuckin crafty, but I learned a lot about them that summer.  Learned a lot about my Dad too.  He is one persistent guy, and stubborn.  I know where I get it from now!  I am just like him. 

Hard to believe something this cute and innocent looking.....

Could be this ruthless and cunning!

Hope you enjoyed my little tale of insanity.  If you have a crazy story, tell me about it!  I'd love to know that I'm not alone and that your families are just as nutty as mine! (nutty...hehe, get it?)

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Murphy, you suck monkey butt!

Murphy of Murphy's Law that is.  I'm not talking about my Sister-in-law's boxer dog Murphy...he's the coolest boxer dog ever (with the exception of the dearly departed Clancy that is).

Murphy's law fucking sucks ass.  I am referring to the fact that when one thing breaks or goes wrong, other things have to fucking follow suit and just screw over my NICE CHILLAXING WEEKEND I HAD FREAKIN PLANNED! 

Okay, first off the pool thing.  It was leaning pretty badly so we had to drain it so we could move it.  Our back yard is not level anywhere really so we are going to go ahead and find the most level part we can at the top of the yard and level it out with shovels and refill it so we can use it tomorrow (Sunday).  Now I am totally cool with some manual labor, long as I get some pool time this weekend I am good with it.  We started draining it on Thursday so we could start the digging on Saturday.

Also on Thursday, our fucking oven died.  Yes, it DIED!  I bake a lot of our meat  - chicken, pork chops, etc., but now the only way I can cook is on the stove top or microwave.  I can do the pressure cooker if I plan ahead (but when do I EVER DO THAT?) or the toaster oven, but it's too small.  So, if we can't fix the oven we will have to replace our stove completely - who the hell knows where that money's gonna come from.

And lastly, and this is a GOOD kitchen sink is completely stopped the fuck up!  Whenever you use the dishwasher, water just fills up in both sides of my sink and it's disgusting!  You can't use the garbage disposal at all without water pouring out onto the floor.  We're trying some kinda chemical to unclog it now, if it doesn't work Hubby is gonna hafta take pipes apart to unclog the shit.  That's gonna be pleasant...NOT!!

So, that's why I didn't do a Fibro Friday post yesterday.  I've been kinda busy trying to keep my fucking house from falling down around me!  Just kidding, but OMG if something else goes wrong I think I might lose my freakin mind!  Course, I did go see my psychiatrist this week so I did get some good drugs!!!  LOL!!!!

Send some positive thoughts my way my lovely faithful readers.  May Murphy have mercy on me.