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Monday, October 30, 2006
Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve!
It's the witches New Year too!
I've got goodies cooked for my kids at school and goodie bags made up for Pudd'ns class mates. I will be dressing up as a witch of course! I'll even carry my ritual broom with me. I also have a darling stuffed black cat and the most DARLING purse to go with my feather trimmed witches hat. I'll have the kids snap off a few pics to post here. I feel like a kid on Yule eve..........I just LOVE Halloween. Babs will be making her yearly pilgramage here to help pass out candy and drink copious amounts of alcohol.
It is going to be a fun night tomorrow!
posted by Maeve at 7:22 PM
Joe Barton continues to be a selfish jerk. I recieved this from one of my autism groups.
Just when you think it can't get any worse, apparently it can....After months of seeking an appointment with his Congressman regarding the Combating Autism Act, Mike, father of a 3.5 year old son with autism who lives in Texas, is escorted on this video (web address below) from Congressman Joe Barton's district office with a police escort. Not only is Joe Barton hell bent on being the one man to hold up a bill that the majority fo Congress would like to see passed, but he and his staff apparently are tired, and better yet...are actually fearful, of talking to the autism community to the point that even if they are constituents, they will be treated as uninvited guests.Mike arrived at the office on October 25, 2006, without an appointment at the same time that Congressman Joe Barton was in the conference room meeting with other parents and constituents regarding the Combating Autism Act.In this clip, Mike is told repeatedly that there is absolutely no room for him to attend the meeting or be included because the room is so so small. No door can be opened. He cannot stand in the door frame of that room. There is just no room at the inn.Additionally, the staff makes it clear to Mike that members of the autism community are the most vile and frightening people with whom they have ever spoken. Regardless of the number of times Mike simply requests to speak with his Congressman, his requests are denied. A staffer calls 911 to have Mike removed.While Mike is firm in expressing his concerns and wishes, he is in no way vile or threatening.I am sending this to you not to spark a flood of angry calls to Congressman Barton's office, but to employ another tactic. In the past, grass roots activity has been very strong in this community. What would happen if our community viewed this video over and over and over again? Would it make the top of the YouTube list? Can we do that? Over this weekend? We get an extra hour after all on Saturday night....250,000 hits gets you make to the front page of their website. Send this link to anyone and everyone you know far and wide. Cousins, co-workers, aunts, neighbors, teachers, friends of friends...pass it on. Pop popcorn, grab a coke, a smile and have a party....Because there really is nothing more interesting to me as a citizen of the United States of America than to see a constituent who takes the time to express his concerns to his own Congressman, in person, then be escorted out of the office by police. What has our society regressed to? I would bet Thomas Jefferson and George Washington are rolling over in their graves....Barton is there to serve Mike whether he wants to serve Mike or not. Mike may or may not have voted for Barton, but regardless Barton opted when he took office to represent his constituency and to do that he has an obligation to listen to Mike's concerns. With that choice, comes responsibility.The fact that he is clearly present in the office participating in a meeting two rooms over on the very subject Mike wants to discuss but prefers to have Mike escorted from the office by the police rather than open the door to the room is unfathomable to me. If the opportunity for Americans to visit with their Congressmen is fading, that should be of grave concern to every single American....all 300 Million of us.Here is the link...happy YouTubing!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aa2-bFlASpo
posted by Maeve at 6:15 AM
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Sailing, sailing, over the ocean blue..........
Through a new to me yahell group, I found out about a new program called Heart *f sailing. People that own sail boats down at the harbor are taking special needs kids out for a ride.
They provided lunch and a great outing. This was Pudd'ns first time on a boat and he did great. We saw some sealions, no dolphins.
I can't wait to to it again.
posted by Maeve at 6:04 PM
Friday, October 27, 2006
Have I ever told you barflies how much my husband rocks?
Last night we went to find me a dress for the Marine Corps Ball.
I hate dress shopping.
Of course what size I am is 2 sizes too small in the bridal shops. So I'm getting depressed because my selection was getting narrow and all they had were dresses 2 sizes too big. Plus they were all in the $200 range. As I tried on dress after dress, Steve went through the racks looking for other options for me.
We were there close to 3 hours.
He did not get impaitent.
He gave his honest opinion.
He was more helpful than the sales girl.
And just when I chose a dress, he found the exact same one in a different color for over $100 less.
I would of prefered my original choice in red, but I'm not going to pass up a $60.00 dress in a deep purple that is the exact same style.
A dress I know I'll never wear again.
posted by Maeve at 5:44 AM
Thursday, October 26, 2006
We went to Pump *t up last night for "autistic" night. It is so nice to be the "norm" for a change. Pudd'n had a great time, he ran and played for an hour straight. Slept real good too last night! Know what I love most about digital cameras? You can delete photos if you don't like them. For instance, that photo of my ass as I was going up the inflatable slide with Pudd'n? Not so flattering. Poof! Just like magic, I made it dissapear.
I'll get you and your little dog too Steve........
posted by Maeve at 7:19 AM
posted by Maeve at 7:15 AM
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Something did not agree with Goat Puppy and I got to wake up to piles of vomit and shit on my living room floor.
posted by Maeve at 6:01 AM
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
I am going to be one busy witch the next month or so.
2. Nov 4th chaperoning home coming dance (yes, I realize that that is an oxymoron, me chaperoning something.)
3. Nov 9th, Party Lite candle party
4. Nov 11th Marine Corps Ball
5. Nov 18th "family thanksgiving" and the day we renew our vows.
Then we have regular Thanksgiving where I go and pick up two guys from basic training down at Pendleton and subject them to our family for the day.
I'm tired just thinking of doing all that!
posted by Maeve at 3:07 PM
I am SO pathetic!!!!
I was standing in the doorway of the copy room chatting with another teacher when a Marine walked by in uniform. He was followed by two other men in tight fitting black t-shirts w/marine logo and camo pants & boots.
My eyes glazed over, my jaw went slack, I lost my train of thought and I popped my head out the door to check out their asses as they walked by.
The teacher I was chatting with got a good laugh at my exspense.
I just hope I can keep it together the night of the ball........
posted by Maeve at 12:44 PM
Gee, thanks mom!
I called my mom with the good news about the ball.
"You are going to have to dress like Hannibal Lector. Ya know, the straight jacket and face mask thing going on. To contain yourself when you go to the ball".
Feel that love!
posted by Maeve at 5:36 AM
Monday, October 23, 2006
*SQUEALING WITH DELIGHT*
Guess where I'm going next month barflies?!?!!!!!
TO THE MARINE CORPS BALL IN SAN DIEGO!!!!!!!
All those men in dress uniform!
*shivers with delight*
posted by Maeve at 3:11 PM
Sunday, October 22, 2006
We had a great time last night.
Pudd'n found a new friend with Maggie the chocolate lab. The two of them swam in the pool and played ball. For once both Steve and I got to sit and relax. The food was awesome and the company even better. C. was the grill master, I love watching that man cook. He did it with his shirt off.....yum!
I got to meet Aussie's sister. She's a doll and her accent is even more thick than Aussie's. Lili's parent's place is awesome. We sat around watching the game and eating ourselves silly. My mom & step dad came and got Pudd'n. At first I thought he wasn't going to get out of the pool he was having so much fun. Lucky for us, it's warm enough today to head down to Aunt Selma's and use her pool before I have to go to work. Then the boys will go down to the pumpkin patch for more fun.
posted by Maeve at 10:39 AM
Friday, October 20, 2006
Tomorrow I get to go see my bitches & hos'! We have quiet the menu planned. I'm bringing:
Apple crisp (my house smells divine with that baking along with the vanilla candles I'm burning)
Herbed cream che dip & crackers
Ginger snaps with cr. che/whip cream dip
Penne vodka from work.
There will also be steak, chicken, salads and most important.......BOOZE!
Naaaaaa......seeing the girls is most important.
Lili's step son will be there, he always plays with Pudd'n. So that will be nice for Pudd'n to have some one to splash around with in the pool. My mom & step dad will pick him up and then Steve and I can have hot monkey love when we get home.
I'm so excited for tomorrow, I'm ready to wet myself.
posted by Maeve at 4:24 PM
Thursday, October 19, 2006
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posted by Maeve at 3:11 PM
posted by Maeve at 2:46 PM
As I have said in my previous post, I'd LOVE to live up where my brother does. I can see why he likes it up there so much. It is quiet, lots of space and little traffic. The Holiday Inn we stayed at was awesome, the staff treated us like royalty. I did my best to look for bears, one did amble through my brother's street. A. heard it one night while having a smoke on the deck. She ran inside (smart girl). Their neighbor 2 doors down heard something, pulled back the curtins to the sliding glass door and was greeted by a bear nose pressed up against the glass. My brother has had a moose walk up to the garage he was working in and my 'rents saw some wolves. Every one is seeing all this awesome wild life. The only wild life I saw were my brother's friends drinking their weight in booze.
We went out to M's place to get some car parts from one of the many vehicles he has sitting on his 10 acers. I forgot how much I enjoyed walking through fallen leaves and the soothing crunching sound it makes. The smell, the freash clean air.
I want out of CA!!!
Race ya SM!!
posted by Maeve at 2:36 PM
Wishing I was in Michigan!
I loved it there barflies! If I could, I'd move there in a heart beat. A big thanks to Sandy for holding down the fort for me while I was gone.
The only thing different I'd change about my trip is I would of gotten more pics of me & Spaz and I would of gone back up to my room after feeding the bride some pizza. I did not need to get that drunk!
I'm slowly getting back in to the swing of things. This weekend I get to see my beotch's. We are meeting at Lili's parents house. They have a pool and it's going to be warm enough for Pudd'n to go swimming.
It's good to be home.
posted by Maeve at 5:20 AM
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
posted by Maeve at 3:26 PM
When you start dancing like this with people you hav just met that day.
You know you've had too much to drink and need to stop.
And yes, "Jolly" is 6'9 while Spaz is a mere 5'4. Mind you, she does have 4 inch heels on in this photo.
posted by Maeve at 3:07 PM
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Hey I see Maeve was posting at about the same time I was.
Looks like your regular bartender is on her way home so I'll bid you all a fond farewell.
I had fun posting over here. Thank ya'll for being soo nice.
Peace, Love & Chicken Grease ya'll.
Take it easy!
posted by Maeve at 5:58 AM
My daughter has these posters all over her walls!
Wow...I got done with all my shopping alot quicker than I had expected to.
Nobody was out today...all the stores were empty. It was just ME and it was soooo nice.
I had totally forgotten about my kid staying after school today so I have a little bit of extra time this afternoon. My posting time don't jive with Maeve's clock...ummm..you all know I'm in Germany right? So like for me right now it's 2:20pm. Maybe morning time for ya'll.
Anyway back to my shopping. Ya know it sure don't take a long time to spend money does it?
But once again I didn't shop for myself. My daughter announced to me this morning that she can't wear half her clothes anymore. Seems Ms Thang has had another growth spurt and now the kid is as tall as I am and I'm 5'9. I was able to buy some of her stuff today without her being with me because it's not real hard to pick up a few pairs of Levi's. My kid is soooo easy to please when it comes to clothes and I am thrilled about it. A couple pairs of levi's, t-shirts, hoodies, VANS sneakers and she's good to go.
My daughter is no where near being as prissy as I was at her age. I mean when I was in High School I always wore make-up and did my hair. Not my daughter...she don't give a rat's ass about that stuff most days. Every once in a while she'll slap on some eyeliner but most of time.....nope.
She can't do shit with her hair right now because she's letting it grow out and it's in that in between stage where the most you can hope for is that it'll just lay down flat. Ya know?
But she don't care one bit.
I've talked about some of the problems we've had with our precious angel on my site before and I hate to even call some of them problems because she's fine. I have alot of respect for my daughter because she truly does her own thing and has never tried to impress anyone. To me that is sooo awesome for her age.
She will not apologize for her love of Japanese Animation, Dragons, Vampire movies, her extensive comic book collection, her funky taste in jewelry..haha. She's just not like most girls is all I'm saying. She hangs out with a very small group of kids and her best friend just recently shaved her hair off....almost completely bald. I did threaten my child with her life if she even thinks about doing that but luckily my daughter likes her hair.
I remember being in school. I know what it's like but it's funny for me to hear my daughter and her friends call the other kids WEIRD.
But hey...I am NOT calling my own child weird or anything like that but you all know as well as I do what school is like and if you could see my kid you'd know what I'm trying to get at here.
Last year my daughter put herself in a bad spot with alot of the more popular girls. They made her life hell for a few weeks but she never did back down and I was just soo damn proud of her for standing up to them.
There was a mean girl and after gym class she thought it would be funny to shove a geeky girl inside a locker. Nobody did one thing to help this poor girl but my daughter. My daughter stood up to those mean girls and wound up getting into a fight and it was just a mess but like she told me that day; "Momma, it wasn't right. That girl was soo scared and she was crying and it just wasn't funny!"
I had called Maeve one night after all of this had happened and told her all about it. Soo, Maeve actually made my daughter a little spell and sent her a very cool bracelet with some old button charms on it. All the stuff Maeve sent her was supposed to make others see the beauty inside my daughter and bring...ummmm...not good luck...just harmony or something like that. My daughter still wears that bracelet every single day...she was just soo tickled over it.
Oh but about that fight she got into. My daughter actually got in more trouble over her mouth than anything. The gym teacher walked in the locker room at the exact moment my daughter was screaming; "Leave her the FUCK ALONE you BITCH!"
Aaaaaah......nice timing huh?
When I say she got in trouble I mean with the school because I didn't do anything to her about it. She did what she thought was right and it's not like she started it.
How the hell did I get onto that subject?
Oh...I think I'm tired from all my shopping and I still have to do my Mom's Taxi Service later on.
Oh well.....that's life huh?
Ya'll having a good day so far?
posted by Maeve at 5:25 AM
But I want to go hooooooooooommmme (said in my best whiney 3 yr old voice).
Got up and had breakfast and was alllll set to leave when my step mom said "better check to make sure your flight is on time".
Looks like I'll be (hopefully) getting home at 3 pm instead of the original 1 pm.
I should not complain, yesterday no flights left.
I just want to go home! Every one smokes here and I'm having lovely sinus problems from having to inhale that shit. And yes, I would like some cheese to go with my whine.
Ok, on to happy things.
The wedding was nice, the bride stunning of course. I was pleasantly suprized at how well my brother's friends cleaned up with some soap & water. The reception was the best party I've ever been to. The food was good, music great and the booze flowing. Spaz and I went up to our room, at what time I don't remember. We wanted pizza and was planning on ordering it. We passed my new sister in law in the hall and told her of our plans. She wanted some too, so I offered to bring her some.
So there I was in my snazzy Jack Daniels pajamas, on the dance floor and holding the pizza box while shaking my grove thing while A. had some pizza.
Common sense would of been to go back up to my room right?
Yeah, when is some one who is drunk use common sense?
It was more fun to go dancing in my jammies than to go to sleep! (the reception was at the hotel I'm staying at).
About a dozen of us stayed until they closed the party down where we took it to the bar here in the hotel. They kicked us out at closing time.
I really like my brother's friends, they are a great group of guys.
They are also sick and twisted, maybe that is why I really like them.
M. was telling me of what they did to him at his bachelor party.
They took one of those "love ewes" (blow up sheep) and used a dog harness to attach it to his belt. So here is this guy walking around with a blow up sheep attached to his crotch. Of course they went to many bars and did many things to embarass him.
Well, I think I'm going to go lay down in my parents room and wait for the trip out to the air port. Steve is not going to be happy about my delay (but neither am I!)
posted by Maeve at 5:20 AM
Monday, October 16, 2006
Okay you all, tomorrow is my big shopping day so I won't be around to post.
Yeah yeah...I know...you all miss Maeve and I do too.
But try and hang in there...she'll be back soon.
Ya'll have a good night!
posted by Maeve at 2:18 PM
Whoooooooooaaaaaaa Barflies..........can you say "party like a rockstar?"
Yep, it's me. They've got a business room here at the hotel. This is the first day I've had a chance to get on line. Hell, this is the first day I've been sober.
A big kiss to Sandy for doing such a great job. I knew she'd make a great bartender.
Also, happy 13th wedding anniversary to my Steve, thanks for putting up with my shit all these years.
Also a big thanks to Leslie over at Omnibus for keeping me company via cell phone while I was waiting an extra long time at O'Hare. My trip has been great so far. It's a heat wave at 50 degrees today. The people are nice here and it is such a nice slow pace. I do not miss CA at all. I do miss my son & husband very much. I can't wait to get home.
So far I've already had my "it can only happen to Maeve while staying in a hotel" moment. My 2nd night here I made my way up to my sister's room. She said she was across the hall from dad. I should of made sure about the room number right?
It's 10:30 @ night, I'm in my Jack Daniels pajama bottoms, black tank top with "witch" emblazed acroos it, whiskey bottle in one hand and bath salts for my niece in the other. I knock on what I thought was my sister's room only to have the door open up to a man I've never seen.
At least I had my clothes on this time.
Poor Spaz had a hell of time getting here. She found out her flight was canceled when she got to the air port. They re routed her to Wisconson to take a flight back to MI. Well, every thing was closed when she got to Wisconson. She had no food and more importantly, no booze. The girl was hurting. Then they kept bumping her flight time later. When I updated my brother he said
"Shit, it's only 3 hours away, 2 if Caleb drives. We can go get her".
My father and I looked at each other and started laughing. We knew those boys would do it too. But since they were drinking heavily, we declined. She did not get in until after 12 am and we stayed up until 2:30 laughing our asses off.
More later barflies. It's time to go get some breakfast with the 'rents.
posted by Maeve at 6:51 AM
You ever notice something about men and women?
Like when a woman doesn't orgasm it's the man's fault. When we can't seem to make ourselves get in the mood we blame being tired, stressed or our husbands.
It's never OUR FAULT.
But when a man doesn't want to have sex or if he can't get it up or if he doesn't orgasm we make him go see a doctor.
Why is that I wonder?
Just thinking out loud.
posted by Maeve at 12:11 AM
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Something has been bugging me since last night. I guess I'll vent about it over here for you good people this morning.
Do ya'll want to play a game?
Oh you do...well that's just peachy!
Okay, so let's pretend that I'm the TEACHER and you are my students. Call me Miss Crabtree. (Any Little Rascals fans out there today?)
"Good Morning Class!"
This is when you all say; "Good Morning Miss Crabtree!"
And now maybe ya'll can tell me how pretty I am, bring me apples, compliment my new dress and basically suck up to me.
"Class, today we're going to start out with a Pop Quiz."
You all can start fidgeting in your seats now if you want to but no sassing me....okay?
"This Pop Quiz will only be ONE question and if you get it right then I shall dismiss you all for the rest of the day. If you do not get this answer right I shall beat you all unmercifully with my yard stick."
Heh....I should have been a teacher huh?
Ready for your quiz?
1. When someone pays you a compliment what do you say?
"Okay class, pencils down. Please pass your quiz to the person next to you so we can grade your papers."
Oh Jesus on a stick how long does it take you people to pass one sheet of paper?
"Class the correct answer is E."
Screw this, I don't want to play anymore but seriously....THANK YOU is the ONLY correct response here. When someone says something NICE to you all you gotta do is open your pie hole and let the words flow out....Thank You.
That's it....sooo farookin' simple but why do sooo many people fuck this up? I hate to be the informer on this too but mostly it's us women who for the life of us can't take a damn compliment.
I saw my girlfriend yesterday right? She was returning a book I had loaned to her and right away I noticed she had put some highlights in her hair. She looked AWESOME so I told her so. I actually said; "Oh hey...you've put some blonde streaks in your hair didn't you? It looks GREAT."
All this woman had to do was smile and say Thank You but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....I had to hear how bad she thought it looked and then she had to ask me 5 times if I did in fact really really like her hair.
I said I did didn't I? I mean I'm the one who brought it up. I said her hair looked GREAT.
Us women really have to stop doing this and this is what I'm thinking. If it annoys ME and I'm a gal then how annoying is this to a MAN? It takes alot for our 3 legged friends to be nice sometimes. It takes alot for a man at times to just conjure up a compliment all by himself so when a MAN says something nice just say THANK YOU because God knows when you'll hear it again out of his hairy lipped mouth.
And really...maybe they don't pay us compliements as much as we'd like because they don't want to hear all the other stupid crap that comes out of our mouth.
Just say THANK YOU and be done with it.
Whew...I feel sooo much better now.
posted by Maeve at 10:25 PM
I'm sure with this post it will become painfully obvious to some that I might have had a somewhat colorful upbringing.
Now don't get the wrong idea or nothing though and don't be putting my parents under a microscope. Dot and Wayne are damn good people. Me and my brothers did not learn our behavior from our parents. My parents do not drink, smoke and they don't even use ugly language. My Dad was a Sunday school teacher and my mother could make Holly Hobbie and Betty Crocker look like street walkers...she's that damn pure.
Well to clarify something real quick and I hate doing this. But my REAL father is also named Wayne. The Wayne I call Daddy is technically my stepfather but I do not call him that or even introduce him that way.
My mother over the years has shaken her head and told me and Mike both that despite not living around our biological father we somehow managed to pick up a few of his bad traits. That man to this day is still a party animal, drunkard, gambler, cheater....he's a horses' ass to be blunt. I can't stand him and I ain't seen him in over 25 yrs.
But...Mike and I both have acted like him....in our youth anyway. I know it broke my mother's heart but we were kids and kids do that kind of shit sometimes.
My brother Mike picked up the stupidity trait more than anything.
Mike has been in and out of jails, prisons, juvenile detention centers starting at the age of 12. He was a bad bad boy. Today he's a 40 yr old man, covered from head to toe in jail house tattoo's but he's okay. He's living a good and somewhat clean life. I don't know how he survived it but he did.
My brother also likes to get married alot. He don't like staying married but the boy is not shy to walk down an aisle.
I've only liked one of his wives and that was the first one. She was a real sweet girl named Carla and she was from Champagne, Illinois. Her and my brother got this cute little older house together and Carla was smart. Not booksmart but streetsmart...ya know what I mean?
She worked 2 jobs. One at Barry's Oyster Bar as a waitress and the other job was at a Kwickie Mart. The Kwickie mart was in walking distance from her and Mike's house. Everybody that worked there knew my brother was husband to good ole' Carla.
Georgia don't sell alcohol on Sunday but Barry's Oyster Bar used to do this Jam Session thing on Sunday nights. The owner who was Barry...duh...but anyway he would let folks come in, have an open mic set up and he'd offer food. He would also let you bring in your own liquor. He wasn't selling it soo technically he wasn't doing anything illegal. Surprisingly Carla used to say that on Sunday nights she made the most tips so she always wanted to work that day of the week.
Well this one Sunday my brother was at home, watching a football game, drank up all his beer and decided he wanted MORE. He walked to the Kwickie mart wearing overalls with nothing underneath and barefooted.
Stop laughing. It's not funny.
Okay...it kinda is...go on and laugh if you must.
The guy working that night knew my brother was messed up and trust me it wasn't just alcohol he was juiced up on either. These were my brother's darkest days of when he was a heavy drug user.
Mike waltzed on over the beer cooler and found it was locked. The clerk hollered out that it was Sunday so no booze could be sold.
My brother busted open the glass door, reached in and grabbed a 12 pk of Budweiser and walked out. He walked home with his stolen beer.
Let me stop right there by saying this is very troubling to me. I mean if you're gonna steal some beer you should at least steal GOOD BEER. Am I right?
Well....by the time my brother popped open his first stolen can of brew the Po Po was knocking on his door. That clerk had called the police and was very helpful to them because he not only knew who had just robbed him, he knew the robber's HOME ADDRESS.
Sooo...Mike went to jail for that.
Carla left him while he was locked up and moved herself back to Illinois which at the time was a very smart move for her. Mike was bad off in those days.
When Mike got out of jail he knew his wife was gone and he knew my parents had taken care of his mess and by that I mean his house and all his shit. He had to come back and live with us for a while and that was no picnic let me tell ya'.
One afternoon my mother came into my room and said; "Go on and walk up to the store and get your brother some cigarettes." She was holding out a 5 dollar bill in front of me. I asked her why couldn't Mike go get his own cigarettes...I had noticed that neither one of his legs was broken.
"Sandra Lynn...don't give me no lip today. Now I buy my gas from that store and I ain't gonna have your brother embarrassing me to death. I don't want to have to drive clear across town to go to a different station. Now just go and get his cigarettes...you know what he smokes right?"
Yeah I knew...he smoked them King Kool menthols back then.
I had to stop what I was doing and go to the store for his dumbass. As I walked out I passed him on the couch and I think I flipped him off. I just know he was grinning at me like some kind of jackass.
I can't remember what he did but I know he went back to jail while he was living with us again. It was just for 30 days in county so it was probably fighting or somemthing. The boy did like to get into fights back in those days.
I had come in from school and found my mother sitting on our sofa and she was crying her eyes out. She told me she just didn't know what to do with him no more. I knew then that he had gotten locked up but for some reason I didn't ask her why...maybe I never did know about that time. I didn't care anymore. The first time upset me and even the second but after that you just kinda go numb to it.
Now I love my brother and somehow we have managed to maintain a very close relationship but he did the most fucked up stuff when he was growing up.
My mother likes to say to me now things like; "I don't understand why you drink alcohol...after seeing what it did to your brother, I just don't understand how you could ever put that stuff in your mouth."
Well....I suppose it's because I've never robbed a store or beaten somebody with a tire iron because they made fun of my dog. Which is a true story and my brother did in fact do that and I ain't even gonna discuss that incident because it was horrible and yes he did that in front of me and my baby brother Darrell.
Maybe Mike should have turned me off from the world of drinking but somehow he didn't.
And I might ought to be ashamed or embarrassed about some of things Mike has done but I ain't. Not really.
He's my brother...the good, the bad and the ugly sides of him....he's all mine.
It can be funny and people can laugh about some of the silly things folks do while they're drunk but there is a line you shouldn't never cross. It's like for me...I like to drink but I'm no big fan of being drunk. I don't much care for being DRUNK.
I did learn that much from my brother. Losing control over yourself is just...well ya know man it's not good.
I used to resent my brother a little bit while we were growing up because of all his troubles he always seemed to have my parents full attention. He was always the center of all our discussions, he made my mother cry but then I'd see her flip over backwards to please him or try and make him happy. I hated him some days...I really did and living with an addict is very painful. They truly upset an entire household.
Mike did keep me from ever wanting to experiment with drugs though. I learned my lesson about drugs from him and I ain't talking about weed. I don't consider marijuana a drug....not really. I mean I don't smoke it myself but I did when I was younger.
The thing is when you see someone act up at a New Year's Eve party or something like that it is funny. You can laugh. I can laugh at my one neighbor because she drinks like once a year and once a year she gets rip roarin' tore up drunk. It's funny but if she did that every weekend....it would start dripping over into the VERY SAD DEPARTMENT.
I guess I'm saying this because I often make mention of my love of beer and I don't try and see how long I can go without having beer in my house either. If I were to see my fridge sans beer I would be very upset.
BUT...I don't never sit around and see just how much of that beer I can put in my belly either.
I like to have a few and that's it.
Just a few.
I enjoy the taste of beer not the effects of downing 12 of 'em at one sitting.
My husband at times has had a single beer every single day for weeks straight.
But just the ONE because that's all he wanted at the time.
Now if he were to ever get to the place where he couldn't stop at one then we would have a serious problem on our hands.
As much as I love BEER and honey I do...trust me on that....I am however very paranoid about it and I know the warning signs.
Getting drunk can be fun but being a DRUNK ain't funny one damn bit.
Just gotta keep it in check ya' know...
My brother doesn't drink anymore and his drug days are long behind him.
I don't want that for myself.
I want to keep on enjoying my few beers for as long as I live because when people have to give up something it's because they over indulged with it. I don't want to struggle with an addiction on a daily basis. Now I ain't struggling with smoking because I'm still doing that....ain't no struggle there but you know what I mean?
Now for me it's a special day. It's Sunday. I cook my ass off on Sundays and I like to enjoy a few beer's on this day also.
I want to keep doing that.
I don't want to ever have to give that up.
If you have a vice of any kind....respect it a little 'cause if you don't it surely won't respect you back.
Okay Libby...you can find me at my blog The Pea Patch, here.
posted by Maeve at 4:12 AM
I seriously thought about just copying and pasting the shit I put up on my site today over here.
But I suppose that would be cheesey huh?
I have a hard enough time coming up with crap to put on my own blog let alone 2..haha. Serously I don't mind. Maeve guest blogged for me a while back so I'm more than happy to do it for her.
Okay so the topic over at my place today kinda started out about some of the more colorful neighbors I've had in the past and that bled into drunks and how funny they can be.
I remember this one time me and my girlfriends Jill, Collette and Candace had snuck out of Jill's trailer in the middle of the night. We were maybe 15 or 16 yrs old. There was this older guy that lived up the hill and when I say older he was probably 20 but to a 15 yr old that's OLD.
Yes...we were bad little girls but anyway.
We got real drunk and on our way back down the hill we almost hung ourselves. We got to going too fast and couldn't stop. Mrs Jenkins clothesline stopped us. I'll just say that. We ran smack into that thing with our NECKS and Candace pissed her pants. I do remember that.
When we come inside that trailer Jill's mother was staning there waiting on us. Her name is Sandy too by the way. Well..Ms Sandy was not very pleased. I don't know if she was pissed off at us for being drunk or just mad over that hideous houserobe she was wearing. I swear that woman wore the tackiest houserobes I've ever seen and they were always given to her as a gift from her husband. I'd have been mad too I suppose.
She asked us the dumbest question. "Have ya'll been drinking?"
Ummmmm.....I think that was obvious. So now Ms Sandy is not only in my eyes a very tacky dresser but now she's a very stupid woman. I mean hell yeah we'd been drinking. We didn't sneak out of the damn house to go sell cookies or help little ole ladies cross the street....now did we?
Aaaaah my bestest friend in this world Jill...she has always had impeccable timing. As soon as her mother asked that insane question Jill threw up on her mother's feet.
It was beautiful.
Jill was smooth about it though.
She puked, wiped her mouth and then looked her mother dead in the eyes and said; "No...we ain't been drinking."
So there we were. Puke on the floor and Ms Sandy's feet, Candace with her wet pants and she's starting to cry for some dumbass reason, Collette is swaying back and forth like we're standing inside a wind tunnel and me? I had to pee....really really bad.
Ms Sandy was no stranger to partying though. This woman loved her drink soo she was kinda cool about it. I mean she was mad and everything but not like my mother would have been. My mother would have put me into rehab or something and that would have been AFTER she would have come close to killing me.
Ms Sandy just stared at us with her own bloodshot eyes, instructed us to take showers, get cleaned up and to get our hillbilly asses into bed.
Jill slept curled up around the toilet bowl. Candace slept in the hall on the floor and I don't know why. She did say something about the vent on the floor blowing out cool air. You know how trailers have them vents in the floor right? Collette and me managed to crawl into Jill's brand new waterbed and that was the end of our night.
Ms Sandy didn't tell none of our parents about this either. Not because she was trying to protect us...she was trying to protect herself from our mothers. Oh honey...you just don't know.....mine and Candace's mom would have went APE SHIT on her ass that is after they would have come close to killing us.
I still talk with Jill. We keep in touch pretty regularly. She was my best friend K thru 12 and me and her did some very wild and crazy things.
The night before I left for Basic Training back in 1987 I sat up with my oldest and dearest friend and we talked about some of our adventures. We definitely reminisced about the time she puked on her momma's feet.
We've obviously grown up, moved on, got married, had kids and now we are a bit more respectable. We don't go around hanging ourselves on clotheslines, vomiting on parents toes but we also don't have many regrets either.
She was a good friend to me for 13 yrs. If I had to do it all over again I'd still want that skinny ass hillbilly right beside me.
Clothesline hanging, vomit and all.
I still wouldn't trade her in.
posted by Maeve at 3:35 AM
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Man...what is up with Maeve and her family?
Here's a video of what's been going on with her and her loved ones.
I'm telling ya'll right now not to expect this woman to come back all in one piece.
Somebody remind me not to EVER party with Maeve or not until I can get some better insurance that is.
posted by Maeve at 4:16 PM
I read those trashy celebrity gossip rags.
I surely do. My granny used to read the real trashy rags. I'm talking National Enquirer and right now my mind is slipping. What's the name of the one really bad one? It's all in black and white...feels like newspaper. It's the one that boasts headlines like; "I had Big Foot's Baby!"
Do you know which one I'm talking about? Is it Globe or something like that?
Well shit...anyway. I read People or US. That's about as low as I'll go anymore.
This is a true story. I went to my granny's one afternoon and she was sitting in her blue chair, smoking a cigarette and reading that damn trashy black and white magazine. She said to me; "Sandy...you ain't gonna believe what I just read. This here boy got locked in a freezer and had to eat his own foot off just to keep from starving. Can you imagine that?"
I laughed. Not real hard but a small giggle. I told my dear Granny that she had to stop believing all that junk in these magazines of hers. I told her that story probably wasn't the truth.
Frances got sooo mad at me and I won't never forget what she said. "Well lookey here smartass...if it weren't true they wouldn't PRINT it.....now would they?"
Never argued with her about that again. That's for damn sure.
But back to the celebrity gossip. I don't know why this is bugging me today but I read where Paul McCartney wants to trademark his name.
You can read one of the articles here.
I guess it's bugging me a little because like me and my friend were talking about the other day. See...we were sipping our coffee, flipping through my new People magazine and it just strikes me as odd from time to time. Why do we, including myself, but why do we as a society adore these people soo much? How many times do you see them hit the interviewing circuit to promote a new movie or CD and while you're watching and listening you think to yourself; "Oh my GOD...this person is a fucking idiot. Total cluebag! Can they even tie their own shoe? Did she/he just really say that? DUMBASS!"
And the amount of money they make is truly obscene and me personally...I don't care how long it took to make a movie but getting paid 20 million dollars? Yea..I'm just gonna go ahead and say they didn't really EARN THAT.
And now Paul trademarking his name?
It's just rubbing me all the wrong way. I mean I know he got all kinds of pissy when Michael Jackson bought the rights to the BEATLES songs and then turned around and let NIKE use them in commercials.
Maybe I should be reading a real newspaper right now but I'm not. I'll do that later on. These celebrity magazines give my brain a break after reading the real news sometimes. War, Death, Hunger, Crime.......it's troubling. So sue me if I like reading all the junk our CELEBRITIES are up to.
I honestly can't think of one celebrity right now that I would even spit on if they were to catch fire.
I'm totally serious.
They are a bunch of fuckin' idiots.
posted by Maeve at 1:23 AM
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Stevie Wonder ~ Superstition
Here's a little bit of funky music for you all to start out your Friday the 13th!
Ya'll be careful out there today. You never know what's around the corner.
posted by Maeve at 11:28 PM
I used to know a few things but over the years I have forgotten a certain couple of facts. I'm soooo glad my daughter is around now to remind me.
I mean where would I be without such an enlightened child? How could I even begin to hold my head up without her pumping my brain with all her knowledge?
Aaaaaah the force is strong with this one. She is wise beyond her years.
This is a FACT somewhere and I don't know if you guys are aware of it soo let me shed some light on the subject.
Did you know that teenagers ARE the smartest creatures on the planet?
Oh yes...it's true. I would not lie about such things.
I don't know why I even waste my time sending my daughter off to school every morning because according to her and based on her smart mouth she is a genius. She does not need any adult telling her ANYTHING because guess why?
She already knows EVERYTHING!
I was just the mere vessel that brought her into this world. My job is complete. I have nothing more to offer except catering meals, laundry and taxi service.
I suppose that's all I need to do from here on out. I can just go ahead and keep all thoughts and opinions to myself because I know nothing. I couldn't possiblely know more than this young redhead who survived this harsh world long enough to become a teenager. The knowledge she has gained in Junior High has surely surpassed all mine and other adults who have actually graduated from school and held a job.
All I'm saying is the next time you find yourself fortunate enough to be in a Teenager's presence you should thank your lucky stars. You should get down on your hands and knees and beg them to teach you. Have them enlighten you with their wisdom.
They are truly smarter than you'll EVER hope to be.
I swear man...it's true.
If you don't believe me just ask one of these cocky bastards and they'll tell ya'.
Am I being a little cheeky this morning?
Oh you bet and I'm about one step away from pulling my hair out but I do love my little smartass kid.
Just a few more years and then me and Big Daddy get to kick her out.
Come on 18!
posted by Maeve at 10:29 PM
People that know me can tell ya' I do love my Beer. When my husband told me we were getting stationed in Germany again I almost wept. I was that damn happy to get back to all this yummy Beer. Am I a Beer Snob? Honestly...a little. I will admit that. I can be a bit of an ass when it comes to beer. Now I'll try anything once but don't be putting no cheap ass Beer in front of me 'cause I ain't touching it. A few years back while we were still stationed stateside I got all homesick for my Home State of Georgia. I was feeling all kinds of nostalgic for my youthful days spent down at the riverbanks. Those hot humid summer days when I was first being introduced to the lovely world of Beer. Back in those days I only drank beer from a can. I did not have my first bottled beer until I was stationed in England and that opened my eyes.
Soo anyway on this day of me feeling all homesick I actually went to a store and paid MONEY for a 6 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon....that would be CANNED Pabst Blue Ribbon and I gave that Easter Egg head shaped man behind the counter money out of my wallet.
I should have stole that beer because it was pure horsepiss. I kept 5 of the cans in my fridge for the longest time and it was soo hard for me to pour that stuff down the sink. I mean I never wanted to taste it again but when I poured that Pabst down the drain I felt like I was pouring my teenage years down along with it.
But that's what happens right? We grow up, we change, we evolve, we like different things, we get picky about certain stuff and we learn to appreciate good booze.
Soo for your enjoyment I will post this.
Ya'll have a good night.
SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.
FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.
ACTION: Rotate glass so that open end points toward
SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.
FAULT: Improper bladder control.
ACTION: Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house
SYMPTOM: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.
FAULT: Glass empty.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.
SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.
FAULT: You have fallen over backward.
ACTION: Have yourself leashed to bar.
SYMPTOM: Mouth contains cigarette butts.
FAULT: You have fallen forward.
ACTION: See above.
SYMPTOM: Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.
FAULT: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of
ACTION: Retire to restroom, practice in mirror.
SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.
FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.
SYMPTOM: Floor moving.
FAULT: You are being carried out.
ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar.
SYMPTOM: Room seems unusually dark.
FAULT: Bar has closed.
ACTION: Confirm home address with bartender.
SYMPTOM: Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and
FAULT: Beer consumption has exceeded personal
ACTION: Cover mouth.
SYMPTOM: Everyone looks up to you and smiles.
FAULT: You are dancing on the table.
ACTION: Fall on somebody cushy-looking.
SYMPTOM: Beer is crystal-clear.
FAULT: It's water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.
ACTION: Punch him.
SYMPTOM: Hands hurt, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.
FAULT: You have been in a fight.
ACTION: Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was
SYMPTOM: Don't recognize anyone, don't recognize the room
FAULT: You've wandered into the wrong party.
ACTION: See if they have free beer.
SYMPTOM: Your singing sounds distorted.
FAULT: The beer is too weak.
ACTION: Have more beer until your voice improves.
SYMPTOM: Don't remember the words to the song.
FAULT: Beer is just right.
ACTION: Play air guitar.
posted by Maeve at 12:07 PM
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
I put this up on my blog earlier and thought I'd do it over here for you all.
My husband and I were teasing one another earlier tonight about Guilty Pleasures in the way of music.
Now my husband used to be a hardcore punk rocker but this is a fact not too many people know about him. He loves Snoop Dogg. I don't know what it is but he will jam out to some Snoop Dogg.
My guilty pleasure?
The CD I own that I keep hidden away from my friends?
Hmmmm....that would be WHAM. Even back in the day I tried to hide how much I adored George Michael because my friends were all into Classic Rock at that time.
I mean if I had of played a record by WHAM at one our parties I would have been thrown out.
I had to hide my love...haha.
Soo..let's hear from ya'll.
What's your musical Guilty Pleasure?
What CD do you own that would shock even your closest friends?
posted by Maeve at 3:04 PM
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Why did Maeve have to say my mind was twisted?
I'm not twisted like her ass.
I'm just a sweet little ole' Christian from Georgia. I mean you won't never hear me discussing such tawdry topics like; fucking, giving blowjobs, guzzling back some whiskey. Oh no honey. Not me. I was raised better than that. I would never dare dream of being such a fucking foul mouthed hussy. Not me babycakes...ain't no Gawd damn way in hell I would ever talk such trash.
(Hmmm...wonder if I'll go to hell for that one.)
Seriously though...according to my Granny Frances and her beliefs we all can do pretty much do whatever in the hell we want to. That's what she used to tell me. Not in those exact words mind you but that was pretty much the jist of it. She told me once that as long as you don't steal or kill nobody you'd get your ticket to Heaven.
We're not Catholics or nothing and I used to think they had a pretty good deal with God but I like my Granny's notion alot better. I mean just in case there is a Heaven and Hell. Ya know....gotta be 100% sure don't ya?
My Granny left this world a few years ago and not a day goes by that I don't think of her and miss her something fierce. I remember one time when I was real little, I asked her if she was afraid to go to Hell. I thought the woman was gonna slap my teeth right out of my mouth. She told me she had never heard such crazy talk before and that's when she informed ME that she was going to heaven because she didn't steal and she hadn't never killed no one....yet.
Soo...I'm thinking about it right?
Let's see if I got this straight...according to Frances that is.
* Drinking Alcohol: It's Okay. We can do that. It is not a sin.
* Smoking Cigarettes: Sure! Why not?
* Drug Usage: I think we'd probably all be in a better mood if we did.
* Sleeping around out of wedlock: Well...why the hell not?
* Homosexuals: Just more folks getting some love right?
* Interracial Relationships: Just bridging the gaps right there.
Do you see what I'm saying?
I'm living my life the way my Granny taught me to.
I don't steal. I don't hurt nobody but I sure have a good time and I'm pretty sure if there is a Heaven I'll get to enter.
Granny Frances will be up there waiting on me. You'll find me and her in the Smoking Section...there will be a bar and some pretty colorful language going on.
You can even leave your purse laying around 'cause we won't try and steal your wallet.
posted by Maeve at 10:30 PM
This is my last post. I leave you in the capable hands (and twisted mind) of Sandy.
I leave tomorrow morning out of LAX.
Behave and no food fights while I'm gone.
posted by Maeve at 8:47 PM
posted by Maeve at 6:51 PM
Today, just before P2 was ready to get out of class, a girl walks in with a stuffed cat and a dozen roses. She says she has a delivery for M.
She hands M the gifts and tells her to press the paw on the cat. M does this and a recorded voice says "M, will you go to home coming with me?".
OMG! All us girls were squealing with delight. M blushed and had tears in her eyes. We were so happy for her.
How cute is that?!
We then told the boys in the class to take notes and learn something. You score big when you do romantic stuff like that.
I trotted up to the mall today because I needed some make up for my trip. I went to the MAC store because every time I go to Estee Lauder, I end up looking like a $2.00 whore. And we all know I'm at least $3.00 damn it!
Any way, I found the gayest guy in the store and asked him "what do you have so I don't look like an exhausted mom?". Dollar signs flashed in his beautiful eyes and he hooked me up. He even offered to do my make up the day of the wedding, I'd take him up on it; but don't want to pay for his air fare to Michigan.
Now all I need is some whiskey and I'm ready for my trip.
Oh yeah, one small detail.
I still need to pack.
posted by Maeve at 2:17 PM
Monday, October 09, 2006
I am a bitter, bitter witch.
I just hung up the phone with my dad.
He was regaling me with the events of my brother's bachelor party.
Not only did they get to camp out in tents, have a raging bon fire, drink lots of booze and go four wheeling. They also had copious amonts of different fire arms.
No fair! I want to play!
We are all excited for the wedding, it is going to be one big partay for sure. I chatted with Spaz tonight too. She's just as geeked.
Now there is a huge age gap between me and my baby brother. He's 25 or 26.
My father remarked how he's going to have to keep me & Spaz on a short leash with all of Ry's friends around.
Who? Me & Spaz? Not behave?
posted by Maeve at 7:39 PM
Steve is begging.......no he's asking for a smack down.
He's lucky I need him to watch Pudd'n while I go on my trip.......otherwise barflies.....we'd be taking a trip to Liveyland.
posted by Maeve at 4:24 PM
MMMMMMMMM smell that?
I just pulled an apple crisp out of the oven.
I also made up some of my bath salts (Mrs. Mac's blend) to take with me on my trip. My house smells heavenly right now.
I'm now relaxing with a glass of wine while dinner cooks in the oven. I just love the fall and all the baking that I do. My students are going to get a real treat on Halloween with all the baking I plan on doing.
My "to do" list is shorter. I have to run up to the mall and get some make up and to the liqour store to get some whiskey. Steve asked me " do you have your whiskey yet for the ride up to the airport? You know what a basket case you are until you get there."
Does my man know me or what?
posted by Maeve at 3:41 PM
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit...........
Getting things crossed off my "to do" list before I leave.
Menu planned for Steve *
Lunch stuff for Pudd'n*
Book to read on flight*
Lunch for myself on plane*
Give "keys" to this place to Sandy................AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Well now if that hasn't given me an anxiety attack, I don't know what will!
Be gentel Sandy........
posted by Maeve at 12:12 PM
Saturday, October 07, 2006
I want to go to my brother's bachelor party!
Dad just drove up to have fun four wheeling on 40 acers and I know my brother and his friends will be having lots of booze to boot. He can keep his nasty Jager, just give me the Whiskey. For my dad's birthday all of us had chipped in and got him a Willy Jeep to rebuild. Unfortunatly, it's not ready for this trip. So unless I can con some of Ry's hung over friends, I don't think I'll be able to get in any four wheeling.
Heh......I wonder if he'll sober up in time for the wedding next weekend!
posted by Maeve at 7:08 AM
What a fucking Assshat......
Demand Action on the Combating Autism Act
House Energy and Commerce Committee Chairman Joe Barton (TX) still refuses to release the Senate-passed Combating Autism Act from his committee for consideration by the full House this session. He is practicing politics as usual and has stated publicly (on CNN) that he will not consider the CAA until and unless the Senate passes his NIH Reform bill. Chairman Barton, Majority Leader Boehner and Speaker Hastert must hear from us and also from their colleagues in the House that this is unacceptable! Call your Congressman and tell him or her you won't vote for a Congressman that doesn't actively support families struggling with autism. By “actively support” we mean we want them to call Chairman Barton, Majority Leader Boehner, and Speaker Hastert today and insist that the Combating Autism Act, S. 843, is brought to the floor for a vote as soon as Congress returns in November. This is especially important if your representative is a Republican. .
posted by Maeve at 7:01 AM
Friday, October 06, 2006
Do you see that beautiful moon tonight?
Dayum it's big!
Today at school, Steve suprised me with a boquet of flowers. Very sweet no? I love me some fresh flowers!
We took Pudd'n to the pumpkin patch that is back in town. He played in the bounce house for over an hour. I got to love on some goats and GP enjoyed the piggys.
Now it's back to getting my shit in one sock for my trip.
posted by Maeve at 7:54 PM
This time next week I'll be in Michigan missing the hell outta my Pudd'n.
I still have to get the list of what suppliments he takes, the times he's due in & outta school, time for speech thereapy and lay his clothes out for the week. Steve is going to be one very busy man.
I colored my hair last night. Damn, did I ever need it! I looked like a calico cat. I think I may have missed a few spots in the back though and I'm just going to have to start buying two bottles of dye. I've just got waaaaay too much hair for one bottle. Monday I'll do the mani, pedi and waxing of the unibrow.
Boy it's tough being a natural beauty...........
posted by Maeve at 5:29 AM
Thursday, October 05, 2006
It is funny how some things just really put your life in perspective. You hear something that makes you stop and really be thankful and not so self centered. I was starting to stress about my up coming trip and what I still have to get done when I stopped by LL's place. One of her regular reads & commenters Ron just lost a nephew. He's a marine and proudly serving our country.
All that stress about packing, planning or what not?
Not so important.
Wasted energy on negative thoughts.
My energy will be focused today on Ron and his family. I'll be sending up prayers and lighting candles.
posted by Maeve at 6:31 AM
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
It was another beautiful day and it was Pudd'ns half day to boot. So I took him to the beach. While Pudd'n plays in the surf, I've been working on forgivness. Forgivness for others that have wronged me and forgiveness for my self for the mistakes that I have made as a wife & mother. I've been working on letting go of anger that no longer serves me. It is manifesting in my body and thats not good. Sitting by the beach in my chair, writing my affirmations has been wonderful. I'm starting to feel more at peace with myself and everyone around me. I'm excited for renewing our vows, it feels as if it is a fresh start for the both of us. It is time to lay the past to rest and focus on our future.
posted by Maeve at 5:20 PM
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Feeding my fetish..........
As most of you have figured out by now, I have a "thing" for goats & gargoyles.
I come home from work tonight and there is a box waiting for me.
The return address is "Toscono".
Toscono has some coooool shit.
Steve is thinking it is something from my mom, she is the catalog queen. But it is not from my mom!
It is from D. over at "Thanks for the ride Lady".
He is DARLING.
posted by Maeve at 9:30 PM
Monday, October 02, 2006
Lucky #13 or the witch's dozen..........
Steve and I will be married 13 years on the 16th of this month. Unfortunatly, I'll still be in Michigan. So we won't be able to spend it together. (Beats the time I had to fly to Dallas for a funeral or the other time when Pudd'n had his first hospital stay for a dental exam). Any way, we thought it would be nice to renew our wedding vows. At first we thought we'd do it this month with when get together with the girls, but I'm already frazzled trying to get my shit in one sock for my trip. I don't need to be stressing about anything else. So we are going to do this when the family gets together for "our" Thanksgiving. In Steve's family, we get together a week before the holiday so that way all of us can make it and we spend the actual holiday with the spouse's family. The only worry I have is Fucking Moron. He's drinking again.
He and his ex wife the Cunt did their best to try and ruin our wedding day the first time. I'm hoping he does not pull any shit the 2nd time around. I wonder how long rehab lasted this time? Get this barflies, he had to go pick his daughter Lisa up from school and he was drunk. I don't even think it was noon yet. They would not release Lisa to FM and they even brought in the campus police! Lisa called Aunt Selma and she came down to get Lisa and FM. Had FM tried to drive off, the police would of arrested him. Then the FUCKING MORON actually starts yelling at Lisa! HE'S the one that refuses to stay sober! See how he earned his name?
posted by Maeve at 7:26 AM
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Yes SM, my birthday seems to last a week to a month! And what a way to end it last night!
I drove up to Long Bch for Athena's four oh party. Thanks to fucking Map Quest, I took a wrong turn. I hate, hate getting lost; so I was a bit frazzeled by the time I got to the party. Athena picked a lovely restaurant on the beach. From my seat I had a stunning view of the ocean, beach and the Queen Mary. It was nice to sit and relax and visit with her friends that I have met on several other times. I found a kindered spirit in her friend A., she likes Jack Daniels just as much as I do. I got a good laugh, she too does not like to order it when she's out. The bartenders don't make it strong enough for her. She was having a beer and I was having Maker's Mark on the rocks. Aussie & Athena got me a darling gargoyle; it's sticking it's tounge out at you. Come to think of it, it looks like Athena when it does that! LOL!
Dru and her beau made it just as I was leaving for the night. Pudd'n was staying the night at grandmaland and Aussie informed me there was also a bottle of whiskey in with the gargoyle. So needless to say, I high tailed it home right after dinner. Time for drinks and porno!
posted by Maeve at 6:10 AM