Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Bloggy Break

Deborah at Songs from my Journey has posted her interview!

I do not know how all y'all that work and/or have kids at home during the day find computer time, or time to blog! I'm here all day by myself and... I need to take a computer break so that I can get my home life back on track. This laptop really can be like a crack pipe for me so I am going to have to just check my e-mail real quick in the morning and then again in the evening. Mr. Macchiato thinks I can't do it... oh yeah? Watch me.

If you post an interview do leave a comment here. I'll go check it out real quick and post a link so others can go see when I check my e-mail. If you've already done one and I missed it, leave me a comment here.

I'll be back to regular posting and reading other blogs on Monday.

Monday, January 26, 2009

I am SO TIRED!!!

I'm just having a grand ole time round these parts this mornin'. Just. Grand.

The phone rang at 3 am to alert Mr. Macchiato to the fact that the alarm went off at work. So, he got up and went down there to check it out.

The police must have just driven by because they were not there. He went in to see what was going on and I hadn't heard from him so I called him on his cell. I didn't like the idea of him being there alone. He then informed me that for some reason the women's bathroom was locked... the bathroom that has roof access. He went to get a key and I told him he needed to call the police because someone might be hiding in there. He's was all, "no one is in there." Which made me mad. I then told him to at least go get a knife from the kitchen before opening the door... which he thought was ridiculous. I wouldn't let him get off the phone with me until after he opened the door... I guess so I could hear him being killed and be able to call the police. No one was in there and the hatch to the roof was latched.

He was able to determine where the alarm sounded and it was an outside door. There was no melting snow or mud and there were no footprints outside the door so he called the security company and told them to get someone out there this morning to figure out what is wrong with the alarm.

He didn't get home until 4:30 am. And he was a popsicle. He got to crawl into a warm bed and I'm glad. Even if he did freeze me. Of course, we got up late and were dragging round. And... Double Shot was pure joy. I took his cell phone away, he's not driving, he's not going to any sports practices this week, and he's on lock down. He's got a ton of missing assignments and his grades are completely unacceptable. I was standing in the kitchen... handing his medicine to him... juice and toasted bagel with cream cheese to eat in the car, and the lunch that I made him... and he's was acting like I'm some unreasonable psychotic hag because I took his cell phone away. I wanted to beat him with the broom.

So. I know how this goes. Today is going to be one craptastic day. I have to get Lu Lu to the groomer so we can have her shaved so I can keep her clean... and so it is easier to get diapers on her. And I'm taking her to the vet for bloodwork to see what her kidney function is because she might have an infection that we could treat easily and give her some more time. Then I am going to pick up that beast of a son of mine and I'm going to have to play warden until his father comes home. He'll, of course, try to sneak off somewhere and go to sleep instead of doing his homework.

AND it is frigid butt cold.

Check out these interviews: no excuses, merrie melody, peanutbutterandbaconsandwiches, Oh boy... I just looked at the clock and I've got to RUN! Ladies, I have not gotten to read through your interviews yet but will later. I cannot remember who else has posted an interview. I'll have to look back through later. If you have and I haven't linked to you, let me know!

Awwww... I just got a call from my monster! He used the office phone at school and said, "I'm sorry for being a butt face mom." He's still coming home to Nazi Mama though. I'll make him a nice snack and some hot chocolate before I start cracking the whip.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

My Haircut

I got my hair cut yesterday. I go to Cost Cutters. There's a gal there that I really like. She's actually taller than me! And bigger. Not many of those around. But, I didn't call first and she was gone for the day. The place was empty except for one customer being taken care of by another stylist and the lady behind the desk. She said she could take me and I, caught like a deer in the headlights, gulped and said okay. I really wanted to come back when my gal was in but I didn't want to hurt this lady's feelings. We were also going out to dinner with two other couples, the men of whom Mr. Macchiato also has a proffessional relationship, and I needed a trim.
I sat down in her chair and explained, as best as someone with SD can, to her what I wanted. I am trying to grow my hair back out since Mr. Macchiato informed me I've been wearing it too short for his liking. She seemed to get annoyed when I repeated myself and was trying to determine if she did, in fact, get what I was saying. I felt a little sheepish until she wrapped the cape around my neck a bit too snug. I contemplated asking her to loosen it but, since I was still able to breathe if I concentrated, said nothing.
I looked at myself in the mirror and noted dark circles beneath my eyes to go along with how I was feeling inside. As she got to work, I thought about Lu Lu. Then... she seemed to be cutting a good bit from the ends... I snapped out of it as a rising panic began to grip me. Yes! She was cutting my hair instead of trimming my hair! I grappled with myself... do I say something? Is it already too late? What the *&%#@* is she doing??? God? No... why??? What the *&%*@*!!! Was she putting layers in???
I stared at her. She seemed to be in some robotic trance as bits of my hair were flying. She also had dark circles under her eyes and a mouth that was turned down. Was something happening in her life? Did she have a sick mother... a sick child? Did her husband just leave her? For her best friend? or... did her husband lose his job? I checked her finger real quick. Yes, there was a wedding ring. Maybe she was burdened with the secrets of someone else. Maybe she was just lonely. Oh God, please do not let her totally ruin my hair...
When she turned me around and handed me the mirror to see the back of my hair my vision faltered a moment. HOLY CRAP! She had cut up the back of my hair and the front was longer than the back. What the *&%#@*!!! I'm a middle aged woman not some trendy, or skinny, young thing! I began to hyperventilate internally as I told her it was fine. I woodenly walked to the front desk to pay my bill and to tip her. I didn't want to tip her... but, I didn't want her to think I thought she did a bad job or was unhappy with her... after all, her life might be in shambles.
The first thing I did when I got into the car was start it and crank the heater up since it was beginning to snow and bitterly cold. I did not have her blow my hair dry because I don't like the way anyone else does it... and I'm cheap like that. I flipped my visor down to take a look in the mirror and run my fingers through my hair... oh my... oh my my my my my... I could still see her at the desk as she looked through the windows at me. I swallowed and smiled before waving and driving away.
As I drove home I began to get angry. Why? Maybe, as a friend is fond of telling me, I do need to let my inner b*tch fly. Why should I have had to pay for this haircut? Why did I tip her? I am a doormat. A big giant DOORMAT. I thought that when you get into your forties you are supposed to stop caring about what other people think... and stand up for yourself... and take charge!
I stomped into the house. I checked on Lu Lu and then ran to blow dry my hair. I had only minutes before I had to go get Double Shot and we'd be leaving for dinner soon after I got him home. I got out the blow dryer and got to work. It looked okay from the front. Good actually. Hmmmm. I can't see my hair as I blow it dry in the back but was freaking out because it felt so short. I kept telling myself... it will grow. It is okay. It will grow.
When I was finished I went into my room so I could look at the back using my mirrored closet doors (our house is 30 years old so... we have some 70's stuff like that still hanging around). What? uh... wow... the back of my head didn't look like my mother left me on my back for the first six months of my life... it had shape... and body... and...I liked it!!! and the fact that it's a tad shorter in the back than on the sides makes it look... kinda sassy. That lady did a really good job and gave me more than I asked for...
Am I ever glad I wasn't rude!
And this morning... ole Lu Lu is acting normal and she didn't get me up during the night...

Friday, January 23, 2009

Rough Day

I remember dates sometimes. It's not that I try to. I just do. I never know which events are going to be recorded in my memory along with the date. It just happens. There are often dates I'd like to remember but don't...

Anyway, I had to take Chai Tea for an MRI and x-rays of her knee this morning. It has been bothering her for some time and now that she is back in school full-time, she's back on our insurance. As we were driving there she was telling me all about her classes and what she's been learning... and I started to cry. I'm not an emotional person and do not cry all that often. She ran away on January 26th last year... Monday will be the 26th again. For me to be with her and her to be back in school... and to be excited about it... after all the ups and downs of this past year... the months where she was not speaking to us and we never saw her... the wondering where she was... the worrying... I'm just so grateful. So very grateful. We went out to lunch afterwards.

Lu Lu is not doing well. She was diagnosed with kidney function problems a year and a half ago. She was put on medication to help with the peeing. It made her dry heave for hours each day so we switched to estrogen. We also put her on very expensive dog food. She's one of the main reasons our dogs are crated when they cannot be watched. We got new carpet in the summer of 2007 and because I am a control freak she has not peed in the house even once, except in her crate. Anyway, our vet had also put Benny on a special diet of duck and potato food and it was costing us over $125 a month not including meds. I switched to Iams lamb and rice because Benny still had problems with his ears even on the diet. If I keep his ears clean then he doesn't have a problem. Where Lu Lu was concerned... the food and medication was only going to prolong the inevitable.

Lu Lu has been dry heaving much more so than usual and less active. Yesterday she peed in her crate twice even though I was home. I let them out this morning before taking Double Shot to school. When I came home an hour later she had peed in her crate again. We usually get up to let her get a drink and go potty at least once a night. Sometimes it is two or three times. Her fur is long right now and she wallers in the piss. I can't give her a bath several times a day... I can't let her wander around...

On this date two years ago we had to put our golden retriever Eve down. Chai Tea and I talked about her as we drove around. I told myself I never wanted another dog after Lu Lu died. Eve was my once in a lifetime dog. There can never be another dog like her. When I saw Benny two months later I wouldn't even touch him... I didn't even want to look at him. We got him a couple days later. It was my way of telling Eve that she'd been worth it. All the hair, the bad breath, the mud on rainy or snow melting days... the smell of her fur when it was wet. I still think of her every day.

I've never connected with Lu Lu the way I did with Eve, or now, Benny. Sometimes I wonder if I don't really like dogs that much... just golden retrievers. I feel most tender toward her when I'm washing her muddy paws. She's so good for me and her belly looks so cute when she flips on her back. Mr. Macchiato and Frappy are the ones most connected to her. Mr. Macchiato has always called her his dog.

I stopped at the vets on my way home after dropping Chai Tea off. Our vet office is owned by a husband and wife. They are very good people. I talked to the wife... It was so surreal to be in there 2 years to the day after having Eve put down. I explained what is happening with Lu Lu and our decision to let nature take its course. I'm afraid the day is drawing near... being stuck in a crate and constantly peeing on herself... She told me that it is also painful for the dog. I didn't know that. Maybe she'll rebound some. She still runs around outside and barks like crazy at the dog behind us...

Rough day...

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Mama to the Rescue!!!

My Mom e-mailed me a list of possible questions for all y'all that wanted to be interviewed. However, I can't pick five from the list... so, I am going to let everyone pick the 5 questions they want to answer. And... I know I'm supposed to e-mail y'all your questions but I'm just going to go to your blogs and let you know to come back and lift the questions. I'm a rebel like that. And I say y'all can continue the game however you please! Just be sure to let me know when you've posted your answers so I can link to you in another post so that those who aren't participating can find you!

Drum roll...

1) What was your favorite toy as a child and if female, did you prefer dolls or stuffed animals?

2) Are you superstitious...ie: #13, cracks in the sidewalk, black cats, walking under ladders, etc.
and in what ways.

3) Do you procrastinate and in what ways?

4) Do some people's mannerisms such as the way they eat or breathe ever bother you and what do you do about it?

5) Who is your favorite actress, actor, singer?

6) What is your favorite movie of all time?

7) What is your greatest fear?

8) What is your greatest accomplishment?

9) Where do you see yourself in 5 years? (Ha Ha)

10) How old are you and how much do you weigh? Ha Ha Ha....I don't think so...

Thanks Mom!!!


I am having a hard time coming up with questions to ask y'all... and I got sucked into the political realm today. Good Lord. My family doesn't call my laptop my crack pipe for nothin'!

I seriously have to do some housework. Mr. Macchiato is pretty patient with the amount of time I spend on the computer... as long as he has clean clothes and food to eat, that is. And if I watch TV with him without the computer. However, I've got his combo ping pong/air hockey/pool table buried in the basement and he's starting to get grumpy about it.

And someone took the shampoo out of my shower and didn't put it back. Sometimes when I have neglected things for too long I revert to wiley woman tactics like lookin' nice, smellin' good and maybe some smiles with a wink. You gotta work with what ya got. Rather than get out of the shower and getting my shampoo... I washed my hair with the bar of soap. I'm not joking. I got it in my eyes too. Then I went and lit the crack pipe when I got out instead of blowing my hair dry, so it dried all wonky. I'm now wearing a baseball cap. And I've got to go get Double Shot. Hopefully, Mr. Macchiato will be working late tonight!

By the way, what the heck is up with fat free cheese?!?! It is DISGUSTING!!! It is not right. I think it has hurt my innards too. And I might have to throw away the plate that has some melted on it. Is it even natural? It looked like regular shredded cheese until I melted it. Then it looked like plastic. And it tasted like plastic.

There's so many of you that want to be interviewed... I wanted to ask different questions of all of you but I might have to ask some the same... maybe come up with one unique question for each of you. I am still going to try to get to that today.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


I chose to post on my Uneducated blog first this morning and when I went to post here I was kicked offline and couldn't get back on... I decided to get on with my day and not worry about it. As you can see, I can get back online... but I now do not have the time to post or to get questions out to those of you who want to be interviewed by me. I will get those out tomorrow.

I hope y'all have a great (and productive) day! We are being blessed with some unusually wonderful weather here and will reach near record highs of 70 degrees. It's JANUARY!!! I've got some windows open!

Monday, January 19, 2009

An Interview

Karen over at Fresh Fixins was recently interviewed by Flea. The thing I really liked about this little blog game is that by participating in it I might be able to learn more about those of you that read this blog.


1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."

2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. (I get to pick the

3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview
someone else in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask
them five questions.

Karen's Questions:

1. Your hubby has an animation character nick name. You may reveal if you'd like. If you were any animated character who would it be and why?

I actually revealed that Mr. Macchiato is often referred to as Eyeore last week. Something interesting (to me anyway) that I did not mention is that before I met him, on the night I graduated from high school and went to Disneyland, I paid for a 5x7 photo of me with Eyeore.

Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She is by far my most favorite animated character. She is responsible, loving and looks beyond the outward appearances.

2. Where have you lived that you liked it the best?

Being an army brat... I was born in Germany and have lived in California, Washington, Texas, Wisconsin, and Pennsylvania. Since I've been married I've also lived in Mississippi and Colorado. I've liked and disliked things about each place that I've lived.

Germany: I don't remember because I was too little.

Wisconsin: I have only the memories of a small child and those revolve around my family. I do remember the snow and playing with my Dad in it. I also remember him making a snowman with legs and when we came home from somewhere someone had taken the carrot that was its nose and placed it somewhere inappropriate.

Texas: I was still very young. I did not like the weather there at all. It was hot and dusty with few trees.

Washington: Washington is incredible! You've got the ocean, mountains, rivers and tons of trees. It is gorgeous! However, it is overcast and rainy too much of the time. The majority of our families live there so we miss it. If we were ever to move back I would not want to live near any of the big cities. It is just way too crowded.

California: I think if we were rich and could live north of Santa Barbara or in Monterey... I would love it! However, we lived near San Diego when I was in Jr. High and High School. My husband and I later lived there for six years. He worked on Wilshire Blvd. in L.A. and we lived in Pasadena and then Ontario. We were there during the L.A. Riots and the Northridge earthquake. Neither of us ever want to live in California again. It's like Ninevah. I do miss being able to go to the ocean.

Pennsylvania: It is beautiful there. Lots of trees and very green. We lived near Mt. Pocono which is in the northeastern portion of the state. The winter was awful. It felt like the nasty, dirty snow hung around for months. Here in Colorado Springs it snows often but melts soon after. The people were hard to figure out. They weren't unfriendly but... so many of them were honest to the point of being rude. I never felt comfortable there.

Mississippi: Never in a million years did we ever think we'd live in Mississippi. It is a different world in the south. It was definitely a culture shock for us coming from the west coast. It is beautiful there. We miss the sound of the cicadas, crickets and frogs... We miss the sound of the rain and the thunder storms... We don't miss the bugs or the humidity or tornados. Mostly, we miss the people. We miss the sense of community, the friendliness, the respectfulness and the formality. Of all the places I've lived, I liked the people in Mississippi the best. We've made good friends and there are great people in all the places we've lived. I'm talking about the strangers and their willingness to talk to you or to help you if you need it.

Colorado: Is the most beautiful place on earth. Only Florida has more sunny days than we do. We may be frozen... but, the sun is shining! It would be perfect here if there were more water. Better yet, the ocean. And if the people were more friendly. This is the most unfriendly place we've ever lived. I am definitely a mountain girl.

So, to answer the question, my most favorite place to live is a toss up between Colorado and Mississippi.

3. Describe your favorite outing, where you would go and what you would do.

My favorite outing is camping right here in Colorado. We have a 30 ft. trailer. It is like dragging a cabin wherever we want to go. No sleeping on rocks, going potty outside or in a nasty outhouse, the ability to take a shower after hiking, and a heater. It is awesome.

4. Do you have a favorite read?

I read very few novels. I gravitate more toward non-fiction. Jane Eyre and The Secret Garden are two of my favorite novels. I like true stories the best. Especially ones where the people overcome insurmountable odds and the ones where ordinary people do great things.

5. If you could have magical powers to change things with a twitch of your nose, what would you do? You could only have this ability for one day.

This is actually a hard question. Of course, I would want all sufferring in the world to end. But I don't think that was the kind of answer you were looking for. I think I'd like to be able to see the hearts of those around me and to understand what motivates them.

So... let me interview YOU!!!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Children ARE a Gift!!!

My mother-in-law sent me the following because the part about looking for chicks in eggs reminded her of the story I tell about Chai Tea cracking eggs all over our carpet looking for baby chicks when she was two. It's past Christmas but I wanted to share it anyway.

The Christmas Pageant

My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time) for five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby.
I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with His word as my guide.
God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son.
The next year God blessed us with another son.
The following year, He blessed us with yet another son.
The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.
My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty. We now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old.
I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it as a minister once told me,"If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."
I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs.
I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint Him.
I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks.
I tried to be understanding...
when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.
When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.
In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.
While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother -I didn't even come close...I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.
I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to"wash up" Jesus, too.
Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his "last wife."
My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant.
My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine.
My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line,"We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes."
But he was nervous and said,"The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes."
My four-year-old "Mary" said,"That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten clothes."
A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing.
I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying,"Mama-mama."
Mary grabbed the doll,wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived.
My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced,"We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur."
The congregation dissolved into laughter,and the pageant got a standing ovation.
"I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one,"laughed the pastor,wiping tears from his eyes"
For the rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur."
"My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.
Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.
Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher .
Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.
Had no army, yet kings feared Him.
He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
Sometimes it is hard for me to remember that my children are a gift from the Lord. At sixteen, eighteen and nearly twenty it is hard for me to let go and let them make decisions on their own. It breaks my heart when I see them heading in the wrong direction and they won't heed my warnings. I'm learning to accept them for who they are and where they are in their lives. But... I'm still their Mom... I still want to protect them.
Mr. Macchiato and I were reminiscing about the kids when they were little this morning. We have so many stories about each of them that make us smile and laugh out loud to this day. When we talk about them it helps me to see past the surliness we often deal with now. I pray that as we fight to maintain a relationship with each of them that we will all weather these storms as they pass into adulthood and that joy awaits us on the other side. It is just so hard to let go...
Of course, things are not all bad all the time. We do experience moments of peace and happiness. We still are able to laugh. Sometimes quite a bit. Kids continue to say funny things even when they think they are all grown up!
Frappacino was a bit upset with me when she came home from college for the Christmas break. Her boyfriend, Cuppa Joe, told her that she needed to let her Dad know that she needed an oil change, two new tires and that the tires should be rotated. She said, "Why should the tires have to be rotated... don't they rotate all the time by themselves?"
Oh how I laughed. Apparently, so did Cuppa Joe. Frappy felt that was information we should have imparted to her and that it was our fault she looked foolish. LOL! And... Daddy took care of her car. Two new tires, oil change, transmission fluid flush, and air-conditioner repair...
Beans, it's what's for dinner!!!

Saturday, January 17, 2009

The Green Menace Strikes Again

It is Saturday. I know this because I am Paco.
Where is the boy? Why is not my cage clean?
I will go find the boy. This is my time.
I will not be ignored!
This is my gift.
I leave it for the giants in my realm.
Where is the boy?
You will pay for your insolence against me.
I have been left here on a Saturday with Paco the Terrorist who is VERY UNHAPPY that the boy is not here. Mr. Macchiato is at work and Double Shot is at an all day football thing. Yes, football is over. Football games are over, that is. Football never ends in my world. Ever. Even though baseball has started... football still goes on. If Paco does not stop calling Double Shot's name I am going to go insane. iNsAnE.
For all of you freezing your badonkadonks off... I'm sorry. It is GORGEOUS here and temps in the high 50's ALL WEEKEND!!! Whoop Whoop!!! I'll be sure to take pictures!!! BWA HAA HAA HAA!!! You can get me back when we have our annual Easter blizzard. He He!!!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Heads Up!

I was very touched by this post at April Showers today!

Thanks Gladys!!!

Gladys from Gladys Tells All has blessed me with this here major award! She says I'm in teen hell and deserve it. Y'all don't even know the half of it! Anyway, Gladys is a real kick in the pants and has a very fun writing style. I've been trying to figure out what blogs she reads so I can go read the comments she leaves. If they are anything like the ones she leaves here she is busy spreading good cheer and belly laughs all around. Check her out if you haven't already.

Okay... I have to tell 10 secrets about myself and then pass the award along. I don't know if I have 10 secrets left!

1. I always rub my feet together before I fall asleep. My family yells at me if I start rubbing them together while we are watching a DVD. I regularly fall asleep while watching DVD's and have only seen parts of many movies.

2. The smell of burnt microwave popcorn turns me into an unreasonable hag.

3. I love perfume... but only my own.

4. I watch Ghost Hunters on the Sci-Fi channel... I know. I'm hanging my head in shame.

5. I flip through People magazine while standing in line at the grocery store but don't buy it.

6. There are two loads of laundry on my couch that need to be folded. But they are all wrinkly now. I can't decide whether to re-wash them, throw them back in the dryer with a wet towel, or iron everything.

7. I played with my barbies until I was 14 when my mother took them away... and I missed them. A lot.

8. I listened to a Jim Croce CD 3 times in a row yesterday.

9. I don't like french fries or potato chips. I never have. I don't know why I eat them anyway.

10. I once dropped a chicken breast on the floor while I was dishing up every one's plates and fed it to Double Shot anyway.

I am passing this on to:

Chris of DIET COKE ROCKS. She and her husband are raising two of their grandchildren as their own after raising six children. She is very honest and I get a kick out of how she says things. One time she had a post where she said she didn't feel like blogging and for everyone to bugger off (or something like that) and I still laugh whenever I think of it.

Laura~Peach of Silence is Broken. She is also in teen hell. She tells it like it is. She's shared her story on her blog and I am in awe of her determination and grit. She's real people!

Karen of Fresh Fixins. She writes just like she is in real life and she is a HOOT!!! She's also very real and down to earth... and FUN!

Thursday, January 15, 2009


My Mama sent this to me yesterday... It made me laugh so hard I had to post it.

If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!

TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.


WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Chris was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Chris put me on the stair monster.

Why the h*ll would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Chris told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other sh*t, too.

THURSDAY: *sshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny b*tch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.

FRIDAY: I hate that b*stard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world! Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Chris wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? ________________________________

SATURDAY: Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.


SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband (the little sh*t) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Today is my fur baby's 2nd birthday!!! hApPy bIrThDaY bOoPeR!!!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

And the Drudgery continues...

Ugh. I over decorate. I can't help it. I'm emotionally attached to my Christmas stuff. So much of it was made by our grandmothers, my mom, me and my kids. My mother-in-law has always bought a special Hallmark ornament for each of us each Christmas. Going through them is like having a story told about each of my children. Then there are the ornaments my children made through the years... How does the time go by so fast? And all the stuff my grandma made... she died in 2000.

I have to have everything packed a certain way so I won't let anyone help me. Everything has been pulled down and is in organized piles throughout three floors of the house. All of our ornaments are individually wrapped and put into their own boxes so it takes time.

I do my "spring" cleaning after I put all the Christmas stuff up. I have a lot of ivy that has a year's worth of dust on it. I clean it before I put it back up. At this point, I am hoping to have the house clean by Friday evening. I want to get the carpets cleaned next week.

This has got to be the most boring post of all time. That was my lengthy reason as to why I am not blogging right now. Writing this post doesn't count. Not in my book. It would in Mr. Macchiato's book... but, we are going by my book here. What? You don't have a book? Why sure you do! It's right there in your little ole head.

Have a great day!!!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Don't tell anyone this... but, uh... my Christmas decorations are still up. Never in my life have I had the decorations out this long... People on the street don't know because we took down the outside stuff... but, inside... still Christmas. I'm ashamed.

My handy dandy little timer is going to help me out. I pin it to my shirt and have it set for 15 minutes. It beeps once at 10 minutes, twice at 5 minutes and then doesn't stop beeping at 15. It's called, Beat the Clock. I set a mini 15 minute goal and try to get it done before the timer goes off. It works best if old Neil Diamond music is playing. There is new Neil Diamond music. Mr. Macchiato bought it for me awhile back. It doesn't inspire me to clean the way old Neil Diamond music does. At all. In fact, the CD has dust on it. A little Pine-Sol aroma therapy is good too. It gets me in the mood.

So, iffin' you was wonderin'... that's what I'm doin'. I'll have to get caught up on all y'all's blogs when my house has done been put right. Cause it just ain't right.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Good Morning and Happy Monday!!!

It's Monday! Mama just got Pops and Double Shot off to work and school. She's real tired and won't play with me. Guess What?!?! Cuppa Joe is here asleep in the basement. I like Cuppa Joe! Frappy can't like him more than me though. I'm BOOPER and I'm HAPPY and I'm loads and loads of FUN! Mama might come back and blog later. Maybe. It's all icky and snowy outside... the wet kind. I got it all over me and she wasn't too happy about it. She's gonna go crawl back into her bed. She told Lu Lu and me to be quiet. Do you wanna come play with me?

Saturday, January 10, 2009

No Respect...

Chai Tea: My bosses (ok... I do not know how to spell that... like, should it be Boss's, Bosse's, Boss'... aarrggh. I'm just relating this as it sounded to me. Tell the grammar police to send me the ticket in the mail. If I wanted to I could look it up. I don't want to.) My bosses wife totally reminded me of someone and then one day she came in with her kids and I realized it was YOU.

Me: Oh? In what way?

Chai Tea: Oh, you know, the wild party girl that the second she gets married is all about Jesus... makes dinners for other people all the time... and makes cookies for everybody... and has to have everything perfect and her way and is picky.

Wild party girl?!?! What the heck??? And I so don't have to have everything my way and perfect. If that were true... things would be my way and perfect. And they are not. And I am not picky!!! You know... I am not so sure I want to know what my kids think about me.

Me: You know Frappy... you are playing with fire where Cuppa Joe is concerned.

Frapppy: Maybe I like playing with fire.


Double Shot: Well gosh. Even I, with my Jr. High boy sense of humor, am not willing to put what Double Shot actually was relating to me about going potty at school. I am ashamed to admit that it did make me laugh... and then grimace.

Me: You should not talk to me about that stuff. I am a lady.


Friday, January 9, 2009

Twelve Days...

Until LOST returns!!!
I'm not a big TV watcher. In fact, I had zero interest in LOST the first couple years it was on. The whole premise of it just seemed... well, stupid to me. Well... I was in Blockbuster one day and saw that they had the first two seasons on DVD and decided to check it out. My whole family got hooked. We had LOST marathons... We got all caught up... and then there was the writer's strike. Ugh.
It is... ridiculous. I know. It's the mystery... it's trying to figure what the heck is going on... it is addicting!!!
Twelve days brutha... WOOT WOOT!!!
The only other show I have to watch now is Fringe. It is weird like LOST, but different. But... not really. There's still the whole mystery thing going and that's what gets me. Well, that and the fact that Mr. Macchiato has said a couple times that the lead actress reminds him of me. I don't see it... but, it makes me want to watch her.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Colorado Sky

I took these pictures from left to right standing on my front porch.

The colors reflected off of the windows on the houses.

It was spectacular!

This is the top layer of a 5 lb box of chocolate.
These are some gooooood chocolates.
Somebody please come eat them.

I want to go camping.
Just so you know.

Now it is official. We have two kids in college. Chai Tea is all signed up, tuition is paid, and books have been bought. She works and pays for her own living expenses. We are just paying for school. I am now looking for 3,242 different ways to serve beans.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Nothin' But P*ssin' and a Moanin' this Mornin'

I have been horribly cold and nauseous for days now... after weeks of my back hurting. The baby factory has done been burnt down, so don't even go there. I've been wallering in my bed eating Sonic ice and popsicles. It. just. will. not. go. away. And yes, I am aware that the ice and popsicles are not helping with me being cold. I just don't think I can handle drinking anything hot.

My. house. is. a. wreck.

Double Shot was near impossible to get out the door this morning and Mr. Macchiato is going to be late for work. That after a wonderful night of problems with Double Shot. Who says teen boys are easier than teen girls??? They need to be beat. He is moodier and more difficult to handle than the girls combined! LORD. Have. Mercy. Please!

All my Christmas decorations are still up. In my world, that is a crime. They never go up before Thanksgiving and they get put up on the 1st. That is just how it is supposed to be.

It is windy. Stupid Lu can't even handle a breeze. She paws at the door and then throws herself against it if you don't open it soon enough. She was flipping out and when I opened the door she and Benny both barrelled through right past me and the towel... tracking mud all the way down the stairs. Just following them downstairs and getting them in their crates about did me in. Of course, Benny is whining and wants to play. NO!!! They are lucky I have no strength.

I never even showered yesterday. Today is Chai Tea's day off and we have plans to go pay her tuition and buy her books. She told us how much it was going to be yesterday and the total was not right... which means I'm going to have to go round with the cashier and get that figured out. I don't even know how I'm going to pull myself together and get out the door.

I warned you. Nothin' but p*ssin' and a moanin' this morning. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nuthin.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Fly Boy

We learned that Chai Tea is dyslexic/ADD when she was 8 years old after a pretty rough year and made the decision to hold her back in the second grade, placing her and Frappy in the same grade. When we brought them home to homeschool after 3rd grade we decided to keep them together. We were pretty excited last year when Chai Tea and Frappy were able to attend an early college program where they were high school seniors taking college courses for college credit. This put Chai Tea back on the "right" time track and Frappy ahead. My father, who hadn't been real keen on the whole homeschooling thing, was pretty happy and impressed so he bought them laptops.

Chai Tea had always been drawn to the computer. We kept our computers side by side in the kitchen for several years so we could keep an eye on things. She would often get in trouble for changing things around or downloading stuff without permission. We couldn't figure out how she learned how to do things so quickly! She has a natural aptitude for it.

Sending the girls off to school and them having their own laptops changed things quite a bit. We did not have the control we once had. Chai Tea has always been very independent. She's never cared if she was ready or not for the things she's wanted to do. She marches to the beat of her own drum and relishes being different. It wasn't long before she met a boy online. Fly Boy.

Fly Boy was 21 years old and a cadet at the Air Force Academy. Chai Tea was 18. And she was smitten. We weren't quite sure how to handle it. Seeing as we were going to be sending her to a college six hours away the following fall... we decided to let it play out. I am a... Mom... with super sleuthing skills... and knew about him before she told us. Interestingly, she told her Dad first. We said that we wanted him to come spend some time with us, as in come over for dinner, before we could let them go anywhere alone.

Fly Boy needed to be picked up from the Academy so Mr. Macchiato decided to get his car washed. Even though Chai Tea had her own car, he wanted to be the one to pick him up and bring him to the house. He cut it a bit close on the time and I'll never forget Chai Tea grumbling about it on the front porch as she anxiously watched for him to come down the street. They left almost immediately.

It was the first week of December. Frappy and Double Shot had a great time planning out how they were going to embarrass Chai Tea. Frappy, whose hair was nearly waist length at the time, had put her hair up into these two large and ridiculous looking Princess Leah buns. She also heavily lined her eyes and put on a mini skit with multi-colored striped tights. Double Shot dressed normally but was giving his face a workout as he practiced his many looks. Frappy ended up ditching the tights before he got there, which took longer than we expected. There were many false hollers of, "He's here!" which sent those two into peals of laughter when I saw that he was not.

When they finally did arrive it was... awkward. He walked in and it was... awkward. He was very handsome and very polite. Good Ole Benny came to the rescue and started jumping all over him. He wasn't a year yet and we were horrified to see that he piddled on Fly Boy's feet. We quickly got him outside and Mr. Macchiato and I frantically whispered to one another in the kitchen as he grabbed some paper towels. And we said nothing about it. It is possible that it was just melting snow... but, uh, probably not.

The kids headed down to the basement, with the door open, of course. I continued to work on dinner. I was also baking cookies. I did go down a couple times to see if they wanted anything to drink and to be friendly. Mr. Macchiato? Glued to a football game in the family room. I made sure to give him the stink eye whenever I walked through, to which he would lift his hands and say, "What?"

Double Shot would not leave them alone. He'd creep down the stairs and then sneak up behind the love seat. His father ended up having to make him sit upstairs and regularly point his finger at him when he saw him making an attempt to escape.

I made a cranberry/chipotle pork loin and, much to Chai Tea's horror, served sparkling apple cider in wine glasses. I wanted to use the china... she nixed that! Fly Boy is not a Christian so it was awkward again when we prayed. He's pretty quiet but I could see he was making an effort to be outgoing. Then it happened. He had put salad on his plate and dumped half a bottle of dressing on top. He just looked at it like he couldn't believe it. Mr. Macchiato took his plate and brought him a clean one while we all laughed.

Mr. Macchiato... Oy. Sometimes... He got up from the table and went back to the game! I was mortified. I even said something and he was, again, all with his hands in the air... "What?" Men.

I rode with them to drop Fly Boy off that evening. I even gave him a large tin of Christmas cookies to share with his cadet friends and thanked him for his service. Yes, it was dorky and I felt like an idiot. As we watched him walk away I wondered if he'd be back... and hoped Chai Tea wouldn't hate me if never called her again. She did go on about how embarrassing I was to which I lifted my hands and said, "What?"

He did come back and ... there was one time when I was introducing him to a lady at our house and my mind went completely blank... and I called him Fly Boy. Then I corrected myself... ooooh. I embarrassed myself big time and my face and ears felt hot for a long time afterward. Chai Tea couldn't believe it.

Fly Boy made the decision to leave the Academy last February and transferred to the University of Southern Mississippi. He is still going to be entering the Air Force. He and Chai Tea are planning on getting married when he graduates, although it is not official yet. We hope to see him over spring break and get to know him better.

Today marks the one year anniversary of the day Fly Boy asked Chai Tea to be his girl. Happy Anniversary kids!

And Fly Boy... I do like you.

What Does it Take?

Mr. Macchiato doesn't always read my blog. I thought he might read my political blog, and he does sometimes, but... not so much. He says he doesn't need to read them because he lives with me. And that is enough.

When I think I may have written something that might be funny I will send him e-mails at work or bring him the laptop with the page up and set it before him. I sit and watch his face intently. If I can get him to laugh out loud it makes me very happy. He usually smirks and might have the beginnings of a chuckle forming but doesn't let it out. Sometimes he smiles. When he's done, he usually hands the laptop back to me and says, "Cute."


Mr. Macchiato is often tagged by friends and co-workers as Eyeore. He has a dry sense of humor and a great love for puns. He does not care for the Eyeore comparison... yet, everywhere we go, it follows.

I asked him the other day just what he does find funny, since my blog contains so much "chick humor." Years ago he read something online about a guy building a rocket with his son and the ensuing disaster. He said that is the funniest thing he's ever read in his life. I remember when he read it. We were living in Mississippi and had a ginormous laundry room that also had a built in desk where we kept the computer. He was bent over howling with laughter. And then he drooled on himself.

Tough crowd at my house. Of course, everyone wants to read the stories that are about them. Much like when the photo albums come out or are pulled up on the computer screen. Everyone is searching for the pictures of themselves so they can gripe about how awful they look or point out what an excellent picture it is.

I guess a post that included explosions, the maiming of innocent bystanders, various and sundry bodily mishaps that preferably come with a very bad smell... and more explosions would get him to laugh out loud. Of course, he spent his childhood engaging in such activities as throwing rocks at his siblings while they were in trees trying to make them fall, setting an empty lot on fire trying to have a weenie roast, him and his brothers peeing out the second story window onto the roof rather than going to the bathroom, and his brother and friend running back and forth in front of him when he broke his leg to see if he could shoot them with a beebee gun. Which he did. He sure laughs out loud when he tells those stories!

Again I say... tough crowd.

Monday, January 5, 2009

My Friends

I've had some great friends. I've had some good friends. I've had some friends that ended up not being friends at all.

I very much appreciate my great friends. Underwire bra, control top/support panty hose, whitening toothpaste, Dove anti-perspirant, Aussie Freeze hair spray, tweezers, eye-lash curler, sun screen, night cream, and Beautiful perfume. They are GREAT and always in my life, no matter what.

I have many more good friends. They often move in and out of my life depending on accessibility and availability. Sometimes they are trendy. Cover Girl, Maybelline, Loreal, Neutrogena... all in the forms of under eye concealer, foundation, powder, mascara, eye-liner, eye shadow, blush, lipstick, lip gloss, and my new friend, mineral powder. There are also the varied moisturizers, lotions, hand creams, foot creams, and exfoliates.

I do have some friends that are more on the snooty side. Este Lauder and Clinique mostly. I don't get to spend as much time with them and the bill is always too high. I have to admit, though, that I am attracted to their outward appearance in all their shiny finery and tend to stand up a little straighter when I am around them.

Mary Kay was once a friend. I went into business with her. It was through that experience that I ultimately learned... you really don't need to spend a lot of money on your friends. The expensive ones want you to think that they are somehow better... that they will make you better. But, they don't. It's all a charade.

I have to say, some of my friends I am more and more grateful for as time goes on... and I get older. Clothes. They cover a multitude of sins. This causes some inner conflict for me. Is it a sin to be grateful for clothes? Don't clothes represent original sin? Do you ever wonder if we were all to return to the Garden of Eden if we'd have to leave our clothes at the gate? Would God himself change our bodies back to when we were 18? Or would we have to go in with what we've got? If that would be the case, would I still want to go in?

I'm a deep thinker. I can't help it. It is who I am.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Splish Splash

Having children is an experience you don't want to miss. Creating a precious creature with the man that you love... puking for months on end... watching your belly stretch to an alarming size... grunting, sweating, screaming and crying as a team of people, most of whom you never knew before that day, stare expectantly at your hooch... the final emergence of that baby that marks its way by the destruction of your nether regions... and into your arms.

Instantly, all is forgiven and joy knows no bounds. Each milestone is met with the knowledge that your baby is the most wonderful baby in the world... until brothers and sisters join the team and you think that you and your husband are quite possibly the best baby makers of all time. And you believe that you will be the first set of perfect parents ever.

As the years go by, you slowly realize with each defeat by the parent brigade to the mob of children that it is a much harder job than you realized. Your parents who were complete idiots in the rearing of children begin to look... not quite so dumb. In fact, there begin to be times when you actually ask them for advice. And listen.

Then your children become teenagers. All illusions of familial grandeur are ripped from your mind. You may struggle to even recognize those wonderful babies in the accusatory glances and sour expressions of the morphing teen into adult through the anatomical acquiring of (ahem) extra body parts and pimply eruptions of frightening proportion. Gone are the parenting plans. It's survival time. Prayers for the return of Jesus become a nightly ritual. Ice cream becomes the booze you wish you had the guts to drink.

As they move out or go off to college and their numbers decrease in the home... and you're left with the youngest, but yet possibly the horriblest... you can feel yourself begin to relax a little bit. There is a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel after all. You still have sleepless nights as you try not to think of what your older children are up to... out there... on their own... in not the best part of town... or on that secular college campus... But, your worries are soothed by the salve of having your very own bathroom and an empty bed to crawl into when the snoring gets too loud in your own. You begin to have some assurance that, whatever may be coming down the pike, you will survive.

Then... your child comes home from college for a month long break. She sets up camp in YOUR bathroom... and uses your stuff... And leaves her stuff all over... And she uses the good washcloths to cleanse her eyes of black eyeliner and mascara... AND she's in her bed which is now your extra bed. It is okay. She's your baby girl and you want her home. Right? Right?!?!


Well, ummm, until you go to take a shower. There are towels all over the floor. The good ones. That's easy enough to overlook. You do happen to see as you walk down the hall to the bathroom that your daughter has recently showered as she applies make-up with dripping wet hair. It may cause a moment of hesitation, but you think to yourself... she's the only one to have taken a shower. There will be plenty of hot water...

Ummm. NO. Not even 2 full minutes of tepid water. By then you are committed. You must clench your teeth and do your routine as quickly as possible. No need for gentle circular motions with the apricot scrub. Splat that stuff into the middle of your palms and rub it into your face while trying your best to avoid your eyes. When it gets in your eyes, only think the bad words.

Don't use as much shampoo as you normally do to keep the amount of suds down and the length of time your head must be under the water, which by the way, will send sharp daggers of pain straight into your brain. It is okay to whisper bad words. No one is in the bathroom to hear you. Put the 2 minute conditioner into your hair, count to 60 as fast as you can, call it good and rinse. You might not be able to control yourself at this point and some bad words may be able to reach the ears of someone standing in the hall.

It will be getting harder to stand. Your body will be shivering... and if you glow in the dark like me... it will begin to take on a purply plucked chicken appearance. It is best to stand farther back from the water than usual. And never face the water. Never. You will need to fore go the body wash and puff. There's just no time and your cries will be uttering forth from your very depths with only your chattering teeth impeding their way as they rush out and envelope your home. Just lather up some soap and get the parts that can get stinky.

As you pull back the shower curtain and your body is flash frozen by the air wooshing at you... and the large mirror hasn't got the faintest bit of obliterating steam and you are forced to see your nakedness... go ahead and scream. Just let it all out. It matters not that the neighbors might hear. Your child... the child whom you sacrificed your very body for... the child who rudely and inconsiderately used ALL THE HOT WATER must hear your anguished cries. Somewhere, somehow, within her very soul she should feel some sort of remorse for what she has put you through.

Once back in your bedroom there might be a small knock on your door. You're filled with gratitude that your child does have a heart and open the door a small crack. You look into her beautiful face fully expecting an heartfelt apology and an, "I love you Mom!" She smiles at you and raises her thumb to her temple with her hand splayed out in typical Simon from American Idol fashion and says, "Sorry!" in her best British accent.

And that is my life.

Friday, January 2, 2009


A friend of Frappy's came by yesterday afternoon and kidnapped her so Mr. Macchiato decided to take Double Shot and I out to a Mexican restaurant that he'd been wanting to try. It is a family owned restaurant that is located in a strip mall. We were pleasantly surprised as we walked through the doors into a very spacious and nicely decorated place. We were quickly greated and seated.

Mr. Macchiato enjoys Gordon Ramsey's show, Kitchen Nightmares. After watching that show you can't help but look at restaurants differently as well as carefully consider the food you are eating. The salsa was very good. They also brought out a dish of some kind of Mexican coleslaw that we were impressed by. We ordered our food and then continued to admire our surroundings as we quickly made our way through our basket of tortilla chips.

We did not wait long before our food arrived. The plates were hot and the food was well presented. Mr. Macchiato and I choose the same enchilada dish, his with shredded beef and mine with pork. Double Shot ordered a large combination which included a shredded beef enchilada, tamale, and chile relleno as well as rice and beans. Mr. Macchiato took a bite of his and thought that they had mixed up our orders, so we traded. I was hungry and it tasted good but bland. Mr. Macchiato was not impressed and decided when he was almost finished that we had, in fact, been served what we ordered. It's pretty funny that it took us both awhile to determine which was which meat. They tasted the same.

Double Shot did not finish his meal, nor did he want to take the rest of it home. Mr. Macchiato declared we would not be going back there as we made our way home to get the DVD's we needed to take back to Blockbuster. Mr. Macchiato hadn't been in the mood to have Double Shot drive. When we got into our driveway Double Shot asked if he could drive to Blockbuster. Mr. Macchiato went into the house to get the DVD's as Double Shot got into the driver's seat and started making adjustments. When he returned with them he said, "Why don't y'all go on without me."

What the heck?!?! Not only did I have to go to Blockbuster with Double Shot driving... we were in Mr. Macchiato's Expedition! I have a hard enough time with him driving my Trailblazer which is much smaller. I gritted my teeth and tensed all my muscles. We needed to turn left at the stop sign but he started to go straight, stopped in the middle of the intersection, threw it into reverse and then drove backwards while facing forward. Great.

We were soon out on the main road and his rate of speed was alarming to me seeing as the slow down time is a bit longer in the Expedition because it is a very heavy vehicle. We went through our normal back and forth with him telling me to chillax. That is teen for chill and relax and it always makes me feel old because I think it is a stupid word. He whipped into the parking lot of Blockbuster and made my head spin by immediately turning into a parking spot on the side of the store much too fast. I was surprised when I got out to see that it just may have been the most perfect parking job I've ever seen. He was dead center in every way. Hmmm...

We goofed around in Blockbuster as we usually do. I even got a sneak titty twister in when he was too lazy to put a DVD back where it belonged when we found a better one. He still begs for candy while we are standing in line. I said NO. I was so thankful that there wasn't someone's kid banging away on the Guitar Hero Band drum set demo they have parked in the middle of the store. Every time I've been in there since they got that thing there has been some kid on it making me want to yank the power cord out and send the kid out of the building. I've had to settle for just trying to determine what adult they belong with and then looking at them pointedly. Aw... I talk tough. I never have given the parents dirty looks. I've just thought crummy thoughts and gotten out of there a.s.a.p.

The Blockbuster is in a larger parking lot for a bunch of different stores. Double Shot drove through to the very end so that he could make a right hand turn out of there. As usual, there was a long line of cars. We were in the last row for parking and it is a tight turn right before the stop sign. You can sit there for some time before someone is nice enough to let you through. He didn't even come to a stop before he nudged his way out into the line forcing the next person to hang back until he could turn into the lane! HE DRIVES JUST LIKE HIS FATHER!!! I clenched down on all my muscles to the point where I am certain I pinched a nerve in my left butt cheek.

Mr. Macchiato had to have planned this. He accuses me of being passive aggressive. He was probably laughing here at home the whole time. That's okay. He'll get his... just. wait.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Hello 2009!!!

If you read this blog, you are aware that I am rather fond of Mondays. This being the first day of a brand new year... feels like the mother of all Mondays to me, even if it is Thursday. I can't help but feel bright eyed and bushy tailed... even after karaoke, dancing and Guitar Hero Rock Band we indulged in at our friends house. Let me tell you, sometimes the ole SD comes in handy. No making a fool out of myself singing. We won't go into the dancing... or my complete ineptitude playing Guitar Hero.

Our friends have Comcast on Demand (or something like that) which has a karaoke function. After us adults (all of our families were present) tired of the Guitar Hero Rock Band in the basement, we went upstairs and tried the Comcast thing out. Everyone sang together... while I laughed at them. My favorite of the night was Proud Mary. We all jumped up and started dancing. I am the youngest in that group. Just thought I'd throw that out there. I saw some pretty comical moves! Some of the kids wandered upstairs to watch us making fools of ourselves. I'm afraid some video was taken and I am awaiting the ransom demands.

I am surrounded by the sounds of a bowl game. We are considering going to a movie. I've got tons of Christmas decorations to pack away. AND... Double Shot goes back to school on Monday.