What Email Gets You

i emailed hubby today to tell him with the kids coming this weekend if we didn't do a cuddle night it wouldn't be possible for another week. i swear you'd have thought i told him christmas was here. he got all giggley ? and talking fast. he emailed me 3 times in return. what to do... what to do? the final one saying everything was ready.
he met me in the driveway in his overcoat with his socks & shoes showing. yeah, it's cold out here. and he obviously didn't have on anything under the overcoat. when i got into the house the shoes were kicked off, socks yanked & coat lost. nekkid!!! he led me down the hallway to the bathroom. i could hear music oozing from behind the door. when he opened the door the sweet aroma of several smells hit me. there were candles burning, a tub ran & candles sitting everywhere. i could smell lavendar, coconut, annise, sandalwood...and yeast? yep, he even had a beer waiting. while i soaked & drank my beer he ordered pizza. i finally got out & was asked to just stay nekkid. i said what about the pizza dude? he wanted to meet the guy at the door with both of us wearing nothing but our overcoats. just to give him something to wonder about for the rest of the night.
i bet he sees that shit all the time.
my cuddle night isn't over.
later

Holidays, Nightmares, And Blood.. Oh My

happy easter all who partakes of the holiday. yeah, i've always done it for the kids but my heart is not in the whole eggs, egg hunts, toys, new outfits, easter bunny, colored grass, candy in the basket thing. it's all just too much. give me a church & a quiet day & i'm happy. i prefer to think about the Jesus aspect of the holiday. but we did it with jammer & ixxie. the twins went to their moms. i haven't heard any reports back about my 2 cents i shared with her over the twins or if the girls got anything for easter.
we colored eggs saturday night & tried on our new outfits. talked about the easter bunny & hubby even put in a dvd on the life of Jesus Christ. it rained all day but we made the best of it.
our feast consisted of baked ham, mustard potato salad, mac & cheese, baked beans & deviled eggs. mmm, sounds good to me right now & it didn't take all day to cook.
oh but hubby decided to hide eggs outside in the one window between rains. i begged him last night not to hide them outside cos they had called for nothing but rain all day. he just couldn't give it up. needless to say the color ran off the eggs by the time the kids got to go out & hunt them. we finally gave up & hunted them in the rain. what was really bright eggs turned out to be a really dull ordeal.
i woke up this morning & remembered a dream i had last night. it might be a nightmare but i don't know. i dreamt that i walked in on hubby in a bed, cuddling with his ex. they were both nekkid. they saw me & got a really surprised look on their faces. thats when i walked over & busted her right in the mouth. i knew i did her up good cos the blood splurted everywhere & it was bright red. (i sound like a 13 year old) i got her good, real good. especially cos as i walked out the door i stole her shoes. they were black & resembled a favorite pair of mine. but as i went down the road i tore them into little pieces & tossed them out of the window. why in the world i dreamed about his ex is beyond me. really i'm not normally a jealous person. and i've always thought they deserved each other. i remember her voice. she had a fran dreshler kind of nasal voice thing going on. oh yeah, they always called each other 'love'. 'what can i get you, love'? still gags me remembering it. did i ever tell you i dated hubby years before i married him? yeah, back then we decided to go our separate ways cos it just didn't feel right. me thinks i shoulda stuck to my gut feeling. goofy man thinking he can sleep with his ex & hide eggs in the rain on me all in one day. anyway, the early years will have to wait for another day.
i just thought i'd drop in & tell a few more tales. so everyone enjoy.
'night

And The Award Goes To

(drum roll please) my head!! for giving me the migraine from hell for the past few days. by 9:15am friday i received a call from the gate asking if i knew my car was puking all over the parking lot? no, but i assured them i was sure it would stop really soon. not to worry. within 2 seconds i received a call from our ground center asking if i had been advised that my car was puking? i felt a dull ache beginning. by 9:30 someone came into the office & told me they heard my car was doing tricks. i decided to check this out. as i walked to the parking lot i passed deb who said 'man, do you know your car is puking?' glaring at her 'yeah, everybody knows that by now.' when i met up with the security manager just outside the parking lot he yelled ' you have to see this. the damn thing is dancing. this is a life threatening hazard that we can't have on grounds. it could kill someone'. by the time we reached the parking lot rumor had it the car was flipping, flopping, spinning on its roof & twisting on its back tires. hell, singing karaoke even. i didn't see anything, goofy people. but i moved the car off grounds & proceeded to make a doctors appointment. after a quick look the diagnosis was about $70.00 & she would be ok. something about od'ing on gasoline & a sensor of some sort. plus fouling plugs. dammit i didn't need this. hubby needs to get back to work soon. our bank account is showing signs of strain.
on the way home i got stuck in a traffic jam caused by a wreck on a little 2 lane road. after sitting on a bridge for 20 minutes a cop came through telling us it was gonna be another 20 to 30 minutes. this really didn't help my mood or my migraine. but let the weekend begin.
to make matters worse. we had all 4 aliens this weekend. 3 girls over 1 boy makes for a click that you can not invade. they squeeze him out of everything. he can't play with dolls cos thats a girl toy. he can't play with the animals cos they have them shared so so & there is no extras. the only thing he gets is the bike which apparently gets boring after awhile. jammer retaliates by hitting & taking toys. then its a screaming match. why do girls have to be so mean? and possessive? and jeez the piercing scream that they insist on using. it has to go.
not to mention that the twins have been potty trained for 3 months now. both of them pissed their panties & within a half hour after being changed they pissed themselves again. i found out that their mother had them for a week & let them wear pullups, allowing them to go in their panties instead of taking them to the potty. needless to say i gave her a piece of my mind. i hope it attacked her the same as it was attacking me.
on the other hand, jammer was too cute for words when he & i went to the store. i took him just to get him away from the meanness & let him pick the 'chups' as he puts it. thats potato chips to me or you. when we got to the counter he asked the clerk to open them. the clerk said he thought we should wait till we got home & memaw would open them for him. i told the clerk jammer had no patience. jammer looked at him & repeated 'i haaa no patience'. the second clerk looked at him & said 'you what?' he told her 'i haaa no patience'. they were still laughing when we got into the car to leave.
ok. i have to go now. things to do & people to see.
later.

Green What II

please pay attention & don't make me repeat myself.
yes, because i'm very upset right now i will probably repeat myself many times without realizing it & therefore u won't need to ask me to repeat this. yes, i'm on my own....
we have all 4 grandkids tonight. one has bonked her head on a chair 3 times now. one has been kicked 3 times at this point. do i think they bring this on themselves? yeah, but i wish they were all nicer to each other.
my extreme for the night is we went grocery shopping today. me & hubby. all alone..any input will be considered. just what the fuck was this?
we were finishing up, grocery shopping done. good. we've remembered all the necessities, gotta get the milk & have just a few last items to pick up on our way out. all of a sudden he is doing his best hitler impersonation. he's leaning way back from his hip up & lifting his legs high! high like a march. like he's having trouble lifting them. i asked him if he was all right & should he just go to the car & wait. well, he agreed that he was feeling really weird he should go to the car & i could tell by the look in his eyes he knew i was on the verge of embarrassment. now, remember yesterday when he was falling around & i started getting worried about what he had consumed? As he walks away from me he reaches out & grabs a display. the woman stocking it grabs him by the arm cos he has lost his balance completely & is on his way down. by the time i got to him 2 other women have hold of him supporting him & he doesn't even know who i am as i reach out to take one arm & explain to the women that he's my husband. we get him outside still doing the high stepping thing & he has no idea where he is, who he is or what he's doing. we got through the door with the help of one of the employees & to a bench so i could get the car. as we get to the bench he realizes who i am & says 'honey, i can't feel my legs.' by the time we got home he was ok. no signs of anything. he says he feels fine now & doesn't know what happened.
any ideas? yeah, i'll make an appointment for him. i think he needs a complete physical. sounds like something in the brain to me but i'm not a doctor. if i was i'd prescribe a divorce.

Green What?

erin go braugh my ass. hubby is falling over the coffee table when i get home from work & tells me 'no, honey, i'm not buzzed'. says alot for his day. i need to know just how much green shit he has consumed & just what ALL green shit he has consumed cos this is scary. if i get that fucked up please let me remember it. i don't want to forget that i had that great of a buzz going. ever.
more later,
i'm sure.

NO, As In Not Even

in case i miss it. happy little green man day everyone. as in saint patrick. haha u thought i meant aliens, didn't u? no, i'm funny, not crazy. well, in my head i can be hilarious. u just need to be there.
g'night.

The Hands Of Justice

my mind is fried. not enough input time & too much output. it's not so much the learning as the keeping up with
due to my boring life i tend to read alot of blogs. i've been reading 'jay's party' all day. go visit him here...http://right-brained.blogspot.com he's the kind of guy that gets nominated for blog of the year & shit like that. when i started reading him he was a single, really cool guy, that always told the funniest stories. recently married & found out he's gonna be a daddy to twins even. he still tells the funniest stories & with todays post alone he's received over 120 comments. just today. do u know how many hits he had to have gotten today? i love reading some of the blogs i find. his has been one of the best. he's the kind of guy that thanks all his commentors when he's been elected for blog of the year. then manages to find some ladies dissin on him (is that the word?) and puts the entire conversation on his blog to be seen by all. see, too funny.
alot of it though is by the time i get home & get things all settled down here, including myself, i'm just tired. and i don't want to look at another monitor.
like now.
but check out jay's site today & say 'hi'. he loves the attention. btw, he has a beautiful wife. and 2 beautiful babies that have yet to be introduced.
g'night.

For The Love Of

this weekend when sonny & honey showed up to retrieve their children jammer got daddys coat & found a candy bar hidden in a pocket. jeez, u should have seen his excitement. 'daddy!' (his cute little one step dance here) 'daddy!' as he ran to daddy stuffing it down his pants. yes, i said down his pants. daddy wasn't sure what he had so i whispered, 'ur candy'. 'no buddy, shhh, be quiet & we'll eat it after everybody is in bed.' sneaky boys. sonny has always been like that. if u didn't know he had candy, ur loss. he'd be glad to share if he was busted with it but bottom line if he could hide it from u, he would. apparently, jammer is ok with not sharing it with anyone else. at least he gets his share. i can't help but get tickled at watching the bonding thing between my son & grandson. he adores his daddy & follows him around, sash shaying his ass, like he's the cock of the walk. he struts when his daddy is around trying to look just like him as he walks through the house. he's safe. he's happy. he can run to daddy & he's protected. that is his god!
(Dammit! i'm gonna try to repost it as it was but i just tried to post this blog & lost the whole damn thing. damn blogspot.)don't u hate when that happens?
i've decided on nicknames for the twins. 'al' will be known as snarky. cos she's really got that snarky attitude going on. she's the little bitchie one that looks at u like she knows something u don't. she gives orders to the other kids & us if she thinks she can get away with it. she' really mouthie & bossy. 'he' will now be known as snookums. she's the biggest eyed cry baby u'll ever meet. i think crying comes easy for her cos when she opens her eyes really wide all that air wisping across them makes them water. thus making her 'appear' to be crying. look out guys this girl is one u want to run from. she's gonna drain u dry while she cries u a river.
last but not least. we have the visiting bitch from hell. i came home from work yesterday to be greeted at the door by a jack russell terrier. apparently her daddy was pulled over again & when they ran his license they found he had outstanding traffic violations. now, in my opinion, i figure there must be pretty many or they wouldn't have arrested him on the spot. so, the way hubby describes it, our friends mommy showed up with this dog that she couldn't care for. her allergies or something. her being the dear mommy that she is & we love her to death, hubby couldn't say no. hence, the 'visitor'. the 'from hell' part. lets start with...she has hot spots that apparently itch... ALOT..and the scratching includes both teeth & claws. not to mention my carpet, couch is a favorite, chairs are fair game, bed if she can get in it, even the curtains where she can reach them. (she's a climber. u'd be amazed.) she lays on top of the cushions on the couch & chair using u for support as well as the wall. she's shit in the house at least twice already & hasn't been here for 25 hours yet. she's been let outside 30 times today alone but still manages to crap in the house & try to bury it. which also involves all the above mentioned items. she insisted on sleeping in our bed last night & had to be told about a dozen times to quite digging. oh, how about she's bolted on us two times as well. which resulted in my black eyes from the double d's smacking me in the face while chasing her for 30 minutes. that u know does not make me happy. to top that off sore boobages from all that jerking & smacking. she looks at mr. p like he's dinner & ms. m is too excitable for this little hellion. ms. m has seizures if she gets too excited. sometimes they can last up to 5 minutes each & follow one after another.
the only thing u can do is talk her through them & love her up. try to calm her down. eventually she comes out of it. gets sick. it's over. at times, she's had one every day for a week & then gone for 6 months without one.
and as an update....visiting bitch from hell just ate the cord to the bathroom heater....too bad it wasn't plugged in.
damn, that would have learned her!!
hahahahahah
g'night.