Happy Halloween To All!
Monday, October 31, 2005
My marriage and a confession
I got to see Scotto for a full 25 hours this weekend! I'm thrilled to death that we were able to spend some time together. It's always nice to have him home, to have him in bed again. I always sleep so much better when he's here.
I love my husband with all my heart and soul. I know he feels the same way. We have a very solid, loving, respectful, supportive marriage. We are always there for one another, we have great communication and we always seem to work our way through any problems that arise.
Here comes the confession...
My loving husband and I have not had sex in over a year. It's not something we decided upon. It just sort of happened. It started out that things were just a little crazy. We didn't have a whole lot of time, much less the privacy that we would have liked to spark that area of our lives. As time went on, it just became this "thing" we wanted to do, but never really got around to. At first, it didn't bother me. I figured there would be time for that part of our life when things settled down some. Lately however I have been starting to miss it. I wondered why it was it has been so long. I asked my loving husband about it and his answer was that he just "didn't have the urge anymore". I know it's not a physical problem as that is certainly not an issue. I think I'd feel better if it were physical. The way it stands now, it's hard for me not to wonder if it's just that he's not attracted to me anymore. He says he is. He says that's not the problem. I love my husband and would NEVER consider cheating on him. He knows that.
We use to have this tremendous sex life. In the beginning, it was fantastic! We had lots of fun in that area and were always looking for new experiences. I miss that part of our lives. I told him so this weekend. He said he thought maybe he should see someone about it. I've heard that before, so I'm not putting all my eggs in that basket, but I can't help but wonder how it managed to go this far. Every other aspect of our marriage is great! We have a connection that just seems to work. No matter what we've been through (and I assure you, we've been through alot), we always seem to land on our feet.
I guess my problem now is that I seriously have to consider that I am only 34 years old and it's a very real possibility that I may not have sex again. I don't want to do it just for the sake of doing it and I most certainly don't want it from someone else. I just want to feel that connection to him that we have been missing for so long. It's important to me. To me, it's not physical. Hell, I can get physical with myself! It's that connection, that closeness that I miss so much. I would never leave him over something like this...but I do wish that we could work on it and get that part of our lives back.
I sure would like to know what y'all think. Would you leave your man if the sex stopped? Would you cheat? Would you stay? And men...is this a normal thing for guys as they get older? He's 49 years old...does that have something to do with it? Would you guys stay with your wife/girlfriend if your sex life ended?
Let me know what you think! I'd love to hear some thoughts on this.
I love my husband with all my heart and soul. I know he feels the same way. We have a very solid, loving, respectful, supportive marriage. We are always there for one another, we have great communication and we always seem to work our way through any problems that arise.
Here comes the confession...
My loving husband and I have not had sex in over a year. It's not something we decided upon. It just sort of happened. It started out that things were just a little crazy. We didn't have a whole lot of time, much less the privacy that we would have liked to spark that area of our lives. As time went on, it just became this "thing" we wanted to do, but never really got around to. At first, it didn't bother me. I figured there would be time for that part of our life when things settled down some. Lately however I have been starting to miss it. I wondered why it was it has been so long. I asked my loving husband about it and his answer was that he just "didn't have the urge anymore". I know it's not a physical problem as that is certainly not an issue. I think I'd feel better if it were physical. The way it stands now, it's hard for me not to wonder if it's just that he's not attracted to me anymore. He says he is. He says that's not the problem. I love my husband and would NEVER consider cheating on him. He knows that.
We use to have this tremendous sex life. In the beginning, it was fantastic! We had lots of fun in that area and were always looking for new experiences. I miss that part of our lives. I told him so this weekend. He said he thought maybe he should see someone about it. I've heard that before, so I'm not putting all my eggs in that basket, but I can't help but wonder how it managed to go this far. Every other aspect of our marriage is great! We have a connection that just seems to work. No matter what we've been through (and I assure you, we've been through alot), we always seem to land on our feet.
I guess my problem now is that I seriously have to consider that I am only 34 years old and it's a very real possibility that I may not have sex again. I don't want to do it just for the sake of doing it and I most certainly don't want it from someone else. I just want to feel that connection to him that we have been missing for so long. It's important to me. To me, it's not physical. Hell, I can get physical with myself! It's that connection, that closeness that I miss so much. I would never leave him over something like this...but I do wish that we could work on it and get that part of our lives back.
I sure would like to know what y'all think. Would you leave your man if the sex stopped? Would you cheat? Would you stay? And men...is this a normal thing for guys as they get older? He's 49 years old...does that have something to do with it? Would you guys stay with your wife/girlfriend if your sex life ended?
Let me know what you think! I'd love to hear some thoughts on this.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Losing It
Tell me dear readers, how can one tell when they haven't had their antidepressant medication for awhile?
When the garbage man comes too early and you miss him...and a gigantic crying session soon follows.
I could tell last night that things were not going to be great when I was watching a tv show and I found myself unable to stop crying at the end. I told my best friend last night that I just felt like throwing a temper tantrum, crying and just all-around being a brat. This morning that happened.
The garbage man comes at 7:30am without fail every week. We are unable to put our garbage out the night before because the birds always get in it (we have a garbage can, but they still get into the recycling). My alarm is set for 7am every morning and on Friday's I always get up right away (instead of hitting the snooze a million times) and get the garbage out before they come through. Not this morning though. I awoke at 6:58am to the sound of the garbage man next door. I flew outta bed, opened the front door just as the garbage truck was flying by my house. I stood there for a second, and then said "Oh SHIIIIIT!" and slammed the door. That was pretty much it for me. I started crying, went into the kitchen and started the coffee, went to the bathroom and decided I wasn't ready to face the world. I laid in bed for a half hour crying my eyes out. Totally unlike me!
I'm generally a happy-go-lucky person, although I've been dealing with depression from my teenage years on. I can go for years and years and be just fine and then stress hits, and I cope. Major life changes, and I cope. I stuff it, I stifle it, I throw it off to the side...anything so no one will see on the outside how much I suffer on the inside. I did that faithfully until 2003. January of 2003, I was very sick and hurting all the time. I was in a very bad place. It took its toll on me and by the end of the month, I found myself committed to the hospital for a one-week stint of hospitalization and extreme therapy. They'd let me out and I'd be right back a week later. I spent most of spring that year this way.
When things finally got better...it was too late for Scott. I was no longer the woman he married, but someone completely different. I was dependent, needy, clingy and scared. We split up that year. Although we saw each other every weekend and spent some time together, it just wasn't the same. I got better everyday (thanks to medication and some serious counseling), I learned alot about myself and what sets me off, and I became a solid, independent person. That's when Scott and I started talking about living together again. The rest, as they say...is history.
Ya know, I wasn't planning on telling y'all this today, but I got to thinking. I originally started this blog, not just for fun...but for me to have an outlet. I spend the vast majority of my time alone. My kids have school and friends and homework. My husband works ALOT and needs well-earned rest when he's home. That leaves me to myself. I thought I'd start this blog, get out the things that bother me, make me feel good and to share my experiences with others that might understand where I've been and where I'm going. What I've succeeded to do is start a blog that many times is nothing but fluff. I don't talk about important world issues (not that I think I'd start that route, I don't think I have enough awareness to make it intelligible), I don't talk about the feelings, thoughts and experiences I encounter. What I do is...post little jokes, little cartoons and take quizzes. It occurred to me that I've been blogging for almost 5 months and not one of my readers really knows me any better now than they did the day I started. I intend to rectify that.
I know I've shoved stuff back so much, people honestly think my life has always been good, and solid and safe. I've found that those whose blogs are really making a difference are the ones that are written from the heart. I intend to do that too.
I am going to be ok. I know that. I have so much more strength now than I've EVER had and I will never go back to that place. My life is very much worth living and I intend to live a very long time!
When the garbage man comes too early and you miss him...and a gigantic crying session soon follows.
I could tell last night that things were not going to be great when I was watching a tv show and I found myself unable to stop crying at the end. I told my best friend last night that I just felt like throwing a temper tantrum, crying and just all-around being a brat. This morning that happened.
The garbage man comes at 7:30am without fail every week. We are unable to put our garbage out the night before because the birds always get in it (we have a garbage can, but they still get into the recycling). My alarm is set for 7am every morning and on Friday's I always get up right away (instead of hitting the snooze a million times) and get the garbage out before they come through. Not this morning though. I awoke at 6:58am to the sound of the garbage man next door. I flew outta bed, opened the front door just as the garbage truck was flying by my house. I stood there for a second, and then said "Oh SHIIIIIT!" and slammed the door. That was pretty much it for me. I started crying, went into the kitchen and started the coffee, went to the bathroom and decided I wasn't ready to face the world. I laid in bed for a half hour crying my eyes out. Totally unlike me!
I'm generally a happy-go-lucky person, although I've been dealing with depression from my teenage years on. I can go for years and years and be just fine and then stress hits, and I cope. Major life changes, and I cope. I stuff it, I stifle it, I throw it off to the side...anything so no one will see on the outside how much I suffer on the inside. I did that faithfully until 2003. January of 2003, I was very sick and hurting all the time. I was in a very bad place. It took its toll on me and by the end of the month, I found myself committed to the hospital for a one-week stint of hospitalization and extreme therapy. They'd let me out and I'd be right back a week later. I spent most of spring that year this way.
When things finally got better...it was too late for Scott. I was no longer the woman he married, but someone completely different. I was dependent, needy, clingy and scared. We split up that year. Although we saw each other every weekend and spent some time together, it just wasn't the same. I got better everyday (thanks to medication and some serious counseling), I learned alot about myself and what sets me off, and I became a solid, independent person. That's when Scott and I started talking about living together again. The rest, as they say...is history.
Ya know, I wasn't planning on telling y'all this today, but I got to thinking. I originally started this blog, not just for fun...but for me to have an outlet. I spend the vast majority of my time alone. My kids have school and friends and homework. My husband works ALOT and needs well-earned rest when he's home. That leaves me to myself. I thought I'd start this blog, get out the things that bother me, make me feel good and to share my experiences with others that might understand where I've been and where I'm going. What I've succeeded to do is start a blog that many times is nothing but fluff. I don't talk about important world issues (not that I think I'd start that route, I don't think I have enough awareness to make it intelligible), I don't talk about the feelings, thoughts and experiences I encounter. What I do is...post little jokes, little cartoons and take quizzes. It occurred to me that I've been blogging for almost 5 months and not one of my readers really knows me any better now than they did the day I started. I intend to rectify that.
I know I've shoved stuff back so much, people honestly think my life has always been good, and solid and safe. I've found that those whose blogs are really making a difference are the ones that are written from the heart. I intend to do that too.
I am going to be ok. I know that. I have so much more strength now than I've EVER had and I will never go back to that place. My life is very much worth living and I intend to live a very long time!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The Asshole Quiz
My results cracked me up, so I had to post it for y'all. Take the quiz and let me know in comments how you scored!
You make me SICK. You probably love singing,
dancing and children. You're a parasite to
society. You're a novice asshole. Practice
hating people more. No wait, just forget it.
You'll probably fail again. I hate you. Ditch
your friends and spend all your spare time
hating Tony Danza.
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You make me SICK. You probably love singing,
dancing and children. You're a parasite to
society. You're a novice asshole. Practice
hating people more. No wait, just forget it.
You'll probably fail again. I hate you. Ditch
your friends and spend all your spare time
hating Tony Danza.
The A-Hole Quiz
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Maybe I'm just ignorant...
I went HERE
today and read what this guy did over his weekend. Now I know I'll probably never agree with this man's ideas on how life should be. Some of what he says makes sense. I believe in hard work, having strong values and being a decent person. At the risk of sounding stupid, could someone please explain to me what he means when he says, "These boys are the fine examples of clean cut young professionals that live and work in the Research Triangle Area. They both drive big gas guzzling SUV's , a Blazer and a Yukon, and tell me that they are on the road to work and back at least 3 hours each day, sometimes four! I congratulated them on their understanding of the Peak Oil nonsense and encouraged them to move further out so their commutes would be longer!"? I guess I don't get it...so if someone more intelligent than I could explain to me the principal behind this, I would be much obliged.
today and read what this guy did over his weekend. Now I know I'll probably never agree with this man's ideas on how life should be. Some of what he says makes sense. I believe in hard work, having strong values and being a decent person. At the risk of sounding stupid, could someone please explain to me what he means when he says, "These boys are the fine examples of clean cut young professionals that live and work in the Research Triangle Area. They both drive big gas guzzling SUV's , a Blazer and a Yukon, and tell me that they are on the road to work and back at least 3 hours each day, sometimes four! I congratulated them on their understanding of the Peak Oil nonsense and encouraged them to move further out so their commutes would be longer!"? I guess I don't get it...so if someone more intelligent than I could explain to me the principal behind this, I would be much obliged.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
I'm so happy!!!
I got to see my honey for a whole 17 1/2 hours!!! Wooohoooo! Poor guy put in 68 hours in this past week (including working 8 on Saturday) so he was pretty tired, but we managed to get some packing done so that we'll be ready when we move. He's looking at a townhouse tomorrow for us and I hope he really likes it so we can get it. It was SO nice having him in bed with me again! I forget too easily how much better I sleep when he's with me. I made him a late lunch today of italian breaded boneless pork chops, mashed potatoes and corn. I sent him back with a container with 3 chops left in it. His parents don't cook very well, and he's working so much, he doesn't have time to cook himself (although when he does...he's fantastic at it!) I know 17 1/2 hours isn't much for a week, but it'll make me that much happier to see him for another 17 1/2 hours next weekend!!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
This guy's got what it takes...and then some
I came across This Link at Guy's Blog. He asked us to read this article and put it on our blogs if we feel the same way he does. That is only part of why I'm putting it here. I read this article and saw the picture and when finished, I came away with real respect for someone I've never met before. This guy has seriously got what it takes...and then some.
Friday, October 21, 2005
My Soul
You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be
poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and
creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.
Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.
What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Respectfully ripped off from Livey
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Emotional or Physical?
I don't know if y'all know, but I've had pretty bad medical problems for alot of years. I'm not saying this because I expect anyone to feel sorry for me, quite the contrary...I'd much rather have fun than have pity. Here's what's happenin now.
Scott left on Sunday to begin his new job 200 miles away from here. I think I'm ok with it, and I know I'm tough. But it's the strangest damn thing...for the past two days I've been miserable! Not emotionally, I seem to have that going well, but physically I feel like shit! I'm EXTREMELY tired all the time. I have pains on the left part of my chest, feels like I pulled a muscle or something. I get headaches everyday. It's the weirdest things. Now, I know alot of what goes on with me is physical and beyond my control, but I have myself wondering now if part of my problem isn't on the emotional side. You all know how that goes...emotional issues can be directly related to your physical health.
I don't think that things are so bad, that I need to see a doctor or anything, just a little taxing on my brain these days, that's all.
What do y'all think?? I would love to hear your thoughts on this one!
Scott left on Sunday to begin his new job 200 miles away from here. I think I'm ok with it, and I know I'm tough. But it's the strangest damn thing...for the past two days I've been miserable! Not emotionally, I seem to have that going well, but physically I feel like shit! I'm EXTREMELY tired all the time. I have pains on the left part of my chest, feels like I pulled a muscle or something. I get headaches everyday. It's the weirdest things. Now, I know alot of what goes on with me is physical and beyond my control, but I have myself wondering now if part of my problem isn't on the emotional side. You all know how that goes...emotional issues can be directly related to your physical health.
I don't think that things are so bad, that I need to see a doctor or anything, just a little taxing on my brain these days, that's all.
What do y'all think?? I would love to hear your thoughts on this one!
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Total Sitemeter Addict
I will admit it...I'm addicted to my sitemeter. I go in there everyday to snoop around, see who has been here and how they found me. I think it's so cool to be surprised by finding out you're on someone's blogroll or they've posted a link to your page! Especially when it is someone you don't even know that's done it! I also have to laugh at some of the searches people have used to get to my blog.
Every now and then...I come across a person who got here from someone's blog that I've never heard of. I usually go to this person's blog to find out how this person got to my blog from wherever they were. Sometimes I read the whole blog (some of them are relatively short) and STILL have not found anywhere in the blog or the comments a mention of my blog or a link to me. How does that happen?? I think it's one of those strange phenomena that no one can explain.
Every now and then...I come across a person who got here from someone's blog that I've never heard of. I usually go to this person's blog to find out how this person got to my blog from wherever they were. Sometimes I read the whole blog (some of them are relatively short) and STILL have not found anywhere in the blog or the comments a mention of my blog or a link to me. How does that happen?? I think it's one of those strange phenomena that no one can explain.
Sad
I just got done kissing my sweet hubby goodbye. He's off to his parents' house where he will be staying during the week while he works at his new job. I know it's temporary and we'll have a house to move into together soon, but I'm still sad. I'll be fine...I'm very tough. I'll miss him though. I can't wait for Friday to come so I can see him again!
Saturday, October 15, 2005
I'll be gone
I'll be gone all weekend now. Today, Scott and I are going to a wedding and then the reception is at the Holiday Inn, so we just got a room. Scott's last day at his job was yesterday and he starts at his new job on Monday. He'll be down by the Milwaukee area, working and looking for a house for us. I'll be up here with my son and I'll only be seeing Scott on the weekends. Neither one of us is looking forward to being apart, but we're strong...we'll make it. This wedding this afternoon is for a couple that Scott has been working with up here. So EVERYONE that Scott worked with will be there (hence the reason we got a room lol). We didn't figure there'd be much driving afterward.
Oh and guess what??? My daughter got her driver's license on Thursday!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Ash!!! I can't believe my daughter is old enough to drive a car!! She's so sweet, though. The first big amount of driving she did was last night when she picked her brother up at his dad's house, took him out to eat and then bowling. I love that girl!
Have a great weekend all...I'm off (and I'm not talking about my mental state although that's probably true too!).
Oh and guess what??? My daughter got her driver's license on Thursday!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Ash!!! I can't believe my daughter is old enough to drive a car!! She's so sweet, though. The first big amount of driving she did was last night when she picked her brother up at his dad's house, took him out to eat and then bowling. I love that girl!
Have a great weekend all...I'm off (and I'm not talking about my mental state although that's probably true too!).
Thursday, October 13, 2005
How Boyish or Girlish I Am
| You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish |
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Some folks should not reproduce
I found this article at The Smoking Gun website
Girl Eats Pop's Pot Brownies
Wisconsin man faces drug charge after five-year-old sickened
OCTOBER 11--Meet Luke Schoepke. The Wisconsin nitwit is facing a felony drug rap after his five-year-old daughter got ill from eating brownies that he allegedly laced with marijuana. Schoepke, 24, has been charged with pot possession and obstructing a police officer, a misdemeanor, according to the below Circuit Court criminal complaint. Cops reported that the child was brought to a Waukesha hospital emergency room by the girl's grandmother, who noted that the child was lethargic and had an unusually large appetite. The girl told her grandmother that she had "eaten some brownies at the residence of her father," who had dropped the child off at the woman's home prior to attending a concert. A field test of the leftover brownies confirmed they contained pot. When confronted by cops, a "very nervous and agitated" Schoepke denied any connection to the brownies. However, an arresting officer noted that he detected "the very faint odor of fresh marijuana" on Schoepke. Not to mention that Schoepke had a baggie of pot in his jacket pocket. If convicted of the drug charge, Schoepke faces a maximum of three and a half years in prison.
Some people should NOT reproduce! What in sam hell was this guy thinking?? Don't get me wrong. I'm not ANTI-pot. I've done it in the past and I don't really see anything wrong with it. My problem is not with a pot-smoker/eater. My problem is that this guy is the father of a 5-year-old child!! How many 5-year-olds do YOU know that aren't going to be all up in them brownies when he/she sees them? It was stupid of him to be baking the pot in those brownies and then leaving them sit out for that little girl to eat! He shouldn't get busted on drug charges, he should be busted for reckless endangerment of a child and just general stupidity!
What an idiot.
Girl Eats Pop's Pot Brownies
Wisconsin man faces drug charge after five-year-old sickened
OCTOBER 11--Meet Luke Schoepke. The Wisconsin nitwit is facing a felony drug rap after his five-year-old daughter got ill from eating brownies that he allegedly laced with marijuana. Schoepke, 24, has been charged with pot possession and obstructing a police officer, a misdemeanor, according to the below Circuit Court criminal complaint. Cops reported that the child was brought to a Waukesha hospital emergency room by the girl's grandmother, who noted that the child was lethargic and had an unusually large appetite. The girl told her grandmother that she had "eaten some brownies at the residence of her father," who had dropped the child off at the woman's home prior to attending a concert. A field test of the leftover brownies confirmed they contained pot. When confronted by cops, a "very nervous and agitated" Schoepke denied any connection to the brownies. However, an arresting officer noted that he detected "the very faint odor of fresh marijuana" on Schoepke. Not to mention that Schoepke had a baggie of pot in his jacket pocket. If convicted of the drug charge, Schoepke faces a maximum of three and a half years in prison.
Some people should NOT reproduce! What in sam hell was this guy thinking?? Don't get me wrong. I'm not ANTI-pot. I've done it in the past and I don't really see anything wrong with it. My problem is not with a pot-smoker/eater. My problem is that this guy is the father of a 5-year-old child!! How many 5-year-olds do YOU know that aren't going to be all up in them brownies when he/she sees them? It was stupid of him to be baking the pot in those brownies and then leaving them sit out for that little girl to eat! He shouldn't get busted on drug charges, he should be busted for reckless endangerment of a child and just general stupidity!
What an idiot.
Brain Patterns
| Your Brain's Pattern |
 Your brain is always looking for the connections in life. You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first. You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker. You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white. |
I stole this from Norman Thanks!!
Where'd it go??
My money that is. I get money in...I grab the bills and settle in for the morning and pay them all. By the time I'm done, half of my hair is missing, my hand is cramped from writing checks, I can no longer add 2+2 nor can I subtract 2-2. I finish paying all the bills and now it's time for me to balance my checkbook. I get out my trusty calculator and start totalling up this and that, subtracting where needed (unfortunately, this subtracting thing happens more often than not), and getting it all worked out. I finally am done balancing. I look down at the number....
WHAT DO YOU MEAN $5.13???? Oh God, I'm so broke, I can't even buy myself a Big Mac meal if I wanted one!!!
That's when the crying begins. It won't stop til the day before the next time I have to pay bills. LOL
Ahhhhh life in 2005...it sure is...is...is...interesting. Yeah, interesting...that's it.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN $5.13???? Oh God, I'm so broke, I can't even buy myself a Big Mac meal if I wanted one!!!
That's when the crying begins. It won't stop til the day before the next time I have to pay bills. LOL
Ahhhhh life in 2005...it sure is...is...is...interesting. Yeah, interesting...that's it.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Embarrassing Moments Part Two
A number of years back, before I met my husband I dated this guy. We'll call him "George". George and I use to have so much fun together! I hate to shop and he loved it so it was nice that he would go shopping and get what we wanted/needed and I didn't have to go. Every now and then I'd go with him to the store. It wasn't often and after "the incident" I didn't go with him again. It was about 9pm on a Saturday night. "George" said he had a hankerin for some junk food and asked if I'd go to the store with him. I wasn't dressed properly (as in no bra) so I just slipped on my new jacket. Let me stop and explain the jacket for a second. "George" had bought me this jacket the week prior to my incident. It was a suede jacket and the inside was all fur. It was gorgeous, very warm and quite heavy. Ok, so I put this jacket on over my t-shirt and off we went. It was cold outside but with my jacket, I was toasty warm. We pulled into the grocery store parking lot and walked into the store. We grabbed a cart and started walking up and down the aisles. The jacket was heavy and it kept sliding back and the front would come up and get right up on my neck. I hate that! So I kept grabbing the front of the jacket and pulling it back down. All through the store, I kept doing this. Well, we finally got done shopping and we're at the checkout. Suddenly, we realized that we forgot to pick up onions, so I said I'd run over to that department, grab them and run right back. As I headed for the onions, I noticed there were people looking at me funny. I got to the onions and there were two guys standing there and they were staring at me and laughing. I couldn't understand what everyone's problem was. I reached down to grab the onions and when I looked down I realized that my left boob was hanging out!!!! Every time I would pull the front of my jacket down in the store, my t-shirt underneath would roll up a little. After doing this throughout the store, my shirt had rolled up so it was sitting just above my boobs. As I was running to get the onions, the top button on my jacket came open and my left boob popped out. I wanted to die!!! I quickly closed my jacket up, grabbed the onions and slinked back to the checkout. I'm sure I looked like someone who was stealing something because I was making a conscious effort to keep my jacket closed. We paid for everything quickly and left. When we got out into the parking lot, "George" asked me what was wrong. I opened up my jacket and showed him my dilemma. He laughed so hard, I thought he was gonna pass out! I told this story to the girls on the team I bowled with and to this day, I still hear it told back to me!! It was pretty bad!
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Embarrassing moments Part One
Ok...so I'm going to divulge a couple of my most embarrassing moments to y'all.
Today's moment:
Last week Friday, Scotto, Andy and I went to the post office on our way out of town. I had two packages to ship out to my customers and so I went in alone and Scott and Andy stayed in the car. I went in, there was no line so I got right up there, had everything taken care of. I walked out of the building and there are four steps leading down to the sidewalk. I have been having dizziness issues lately so I was being very careful about walking down those steps. I got to the bottom of the steps and walked to the car. I grabbed the door handle and found that the door was locked. I did what any normal person would do...I knocked on the window and said (rather loudly) "Hey, lemme in!". Right after I said that, I looked into the car and staring back at me was the face of a woman I don't know. She was talking on the cell phone and looking at me as if I'd just escaped from an insane asylum! I realized then that I was trying to get in the wrong car! I could instantly feel my face get very hot and red. I walked away from her car and headed for our car parked right behind her. I opened my car door and the lady in front of us got out of her car and headed toward the post office. I just looked at her and said "I am SO sorry!". She was really nice about it and said back, "That's ok!". I got in our car and I looked at Scott and said to him, "Why didn't you honk the horn or something?". He said that he thought maybe I was doing a favor for someone and grabbing a package out of their car. I put my face into my hands and I didn't move until we were far away from the post office.
Now, I...like many people in the world have occasionally walked in on people in bathroom stalls where the door wasn't locked. That's embarrassing enough...but I have NEVER tried to get into another person's vehicle! All I could think about for the next hour was what would have happened if her car door hadn't been locked! I would have gotten in that car!! Funny thing is, her car didn't look anything like ours. We have a green Pontiac Grand Prix. Her car was a dusty blue and I think it was a Honda or Toyota or something like that.
Scott has been telling a lot of jokes lately, at my expense of course. He thinks it's hysterical that I would try to get into someone else's car. Everytime we drive by a car he likes, he'll say, "Hey, you should get in that one!" That man sometimes...I swear I could just smack him! LOL
Today's moment:
Last week Friday, Scotto, Andy and I went to the post office on our way out of town. I had two packages to ship out to my customers and so I went in alone and Scott and Andy stayed in the car. I went in, there was no line so I got right up there, had everything taken care of. I walked out of the building and there are four steps leading down to the sidewalk. I have been having dizziness issues lately so I was being very careful about walking down those steps. I got to the bottom of the steps and walked to the car. I grabbed the door handle and found that the door was locked. I did what any normal person would do...I knocked on the window and said (rather loudly) "Hey, lemme in!". Right after I said that, I looked into the car and staring back at me was the face of a woman I don't know. She was talking on the cell phone and looking at me as if I'd just escaped from an insane asylum! I realized then that I was trying to get in the wrong car! I could instantly feel my face get very hot and red. I walked away from her car and headed for our car parked right behind her. I opened my car door and the lady in front of us got out of her car and headed toward the post office. I just looked at her and said "I am SO sorry!". She was really nice about it and said back, "That's ok!". I got in our car and I looked at Scott and said to him, "Why didn't you honk the horn or something?". He said that he thought maybe I was doing a favor for someone and grabbing a package out of their car. I put my face into my hands and I didn't move until we were far away from the post office.
Now, I...like many people in the world have occasionally walked in on people in bathroom stalls where the door wasn't locked. That's embarrassing enough...but I have NEVER tried to get into another person's vehicle! All I could think about for the next hour was what would have happened if her car door hadn't been locked! I would have gotten in that car!! Funny thing is, her car didn't look anything like ours. We have a green Pontiac Grand Prix. Her car was a dusty blue and I think it was a Honda or Toyota or something like that.
Scott has been telling a lot of jokes lately, at my expense of course. He thinks it's hysterical that I would try to get into someone else's car. Everytime we drive by a car he likes, he'll say, "Hey, you should get in that one!" That man sometimes...I swear I could just smack him! LOL
Friday, October 07, 2005
Trees
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small
tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that
a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The birch says he cannot tell. Just
then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you
are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a
birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither
a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of
ash I have ever put my pecker in."
tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that
a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The birch says he cannot tell. Just
then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you
are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a
birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither
a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of
ash I have ever put my pecker in."
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Prayers and Love
My best friend is one of the greatest people I've ever met. She's kind, funny, straight-forward, strong and yet gentle. She also has a developmentally delayed son. He's 2 years old and one of the cutest little boys I've ever seen. In his short life, he's been through more medical problems than some 40 year olds I know.
His latest issue is called tethered cord. His spinal cord is tethered to the back inside of his body. It extends further than it should and is creating problems for him with regards to developing his standing and walking skills. Today, that little man is in surgery. It's a long surgery that hopefully at the end has a tremendous amount of promise for his future. The surgery is not meant to fix the problems he already has, but to stop new problems from forming. Once the surgery is finished, they intend on keeping him sedated for 3 days in order to keep him from moving around too much. He's such a fantastic little boy and it really pulls on the heart strings to see him going through so much in his life. My love and prayers will always be with that little boy.
Throughout this all, his parents...my best friend and her husband have been like rocks. They have taken everything that life has given them with such grace and patience. As much as they hate what life has given their son, they are stronger now that they've experienced all they have. She's always saying to me that he's their miracle baby and God must have given him to them for a reason. She always believes that if God has this much faith in her, to give her a special needs child...she's going to make of it the very most she can.
She, her hubby and their son have ALL my love today. I wish I could be there with them, to hold their hands and give them the emotional support they so need. They understand why I can't...and they know I'm merely a phone call away. Whatever they need...I will be there.
Hugs to them all!
His latest issue is called tethered cord. His spinal cord is tethered to the back inside of his body. It extends further than it should and is creating problems for him with regards to developing his standing and walking skills. Today, that little man is in surgery. It's a long surgery that hopefully at the end has a tremendous amount of promise for his future. The surgery is not meant to fix the problems he already has, but to stop new problems from forming. Once the surgery is finished, they intend on keeping him sedated for 3 days in order to keep him from moving around too much. He's such a fantastic little boy and it really pulls on the heart strings to see him going through so much in his life. My love and prayers will always be with that little boy.
Throughout this all, his parents...my best friend and her husband have been like rocks. They have taken everything that life has given them with such grace and patience. As much as they hate what life has given their son, they are stronger now that they've experienced all they have. She's always saying to me that he's their miracle baby and God must have given him to them for a reason. She always believes that if God has this much faith in her, to give her a special needs child...she's going to make of it the very most she can.
She, her hubby and their son have ALL my love today. I wish I could be there with them, to hold their hands and give them the emotional support they so need. They understand why I can't...and they know I'm merely a phone call away. Whatever they need...I will be there.
Hugs to them all!
Monday, October 03, 2005
Whatta weekend
Well, my birthday/anniversary weekend is now over. Yeah, Scott and I got married on my birthday, 6 years ago! LOL
Friday night we went to a nice supper club. It wasn't bad, but kinda expensive for whatcha get. Y'all know how those places are. But it was nice to get out.
We had no kids all weekend, so we could do whatever we chose to do. On Saturday, we were going to head on down to my parents' bowling alley, but on our way down there, my mom called to let us know they weren't going to be there that night. So we thought about going to a movie. Well by the time we got back toward the movie theater, we changed our minds. So we stopped, grabbed some movie food and such. Then we rented 3 movies and stayed home alone doing that. It was really nice.
Yesterday we went driving. We've got bear up here and lately they've been out and about alot. I have yet to see one, but I hear they're around. So we went driving to find one so I could take a picture. No bear were to be found, however we did see a pack of 5 dogs, a bunch of geese and some cranes. I got some great pics of the colors changing on the leaves though, so I'm happy about that. I got some good ones of the Highground too. Great war memorials there! I'm thinking of making a post with those. We'll see how it goes.
Friday night we went to a nice supper club. It wasn't bad, but kinda expensive for whatcha get. Y'all know how those places are. But it was nice to get out.
We had no kids all weekend, so we could do whatever we chose to do. On Saturday, we were going to head on down to my parents' bowling alley, but on our way down there, my mom called to let us know they weren't going to be there that night. So we thought about going to a movie. Well by the time we got back toward the movie theater, we changed our minds. So we stopped, grabbed some movie food and such. Then we rented 3 movies and stayed home alone doing that. It was really nice.
Yesterday we went driving. We've got bear up here and lately they've been out and about alot. I have yet to see one, but I hear they're around. So we went driving to find one so I could take a picture. No bear were to be found, however we did see a pack of 5 dogs, a bunch of geese and some cranes. I got some great pics of the colors changing on the leaves though, so I'm happy about that. I got some good ones of the Highground too. Great war memorials there! I'm thinking of making a post with those. We'll see how it goes.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
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