The mind of a 12 year old boy.

Today was shopping day for me. Every other weekend, my sister, Holly, and I do our 2 week grocery shopping. Usually we are armed with coupons and a shopping list complete with price comps from all of the flyers. (we usually only shop at Super Walmart since they price comp with all the stores). Today, being sunday, was a little different. We werent prepared, and mostly just winged it. I did have a rough idea of what I wanted to fix for dinner, so it wasnt a complete throw it in the cart and hope we have something to go with it kind of trip.

We had been there about a hour and a half when we hit the meat isle. We were all tired and hungry. Not that had anything to do with what Michael did. He's a boy and cant help himself. They had a 10 lb roll of hamburger meat for $10. Now this was cool cuz the only meat that came close was $1.26 a lb, and came in the 5 lb roll, which is what usually bought. I had never seen a roll of meat this big. (insert laughs). I picked mine up, keeping all comments to myself being in the presence of two young impressionable boys. Holly asks Michael to pick hers up and well, you can imagine what he did with it. I busted out laughing. Of course he did it. What 12 year old boy WOULDNT?? Of course Holly was moritfied. I told her tho, I think i'd be more worried if he hadnt thought of it, ya know?

I still want to know who thought of the 10lb roll of meat tho.

I am tired.

Ever have one of those weeks where you dont really do much or get anything done, but yet, the week just flew by and you feel like you were so busy you just want to curl up and sleep for 24 hours straight? I'm trying to figure out what I did this week that made me so tired.

Monday: I got my new car. Yay!!! Okay, so it's not new. It's a 96 Cadillac Seville, that only has 83000 miles on it. I seriously think the person who owned it previously was a little old lady who only drove it to bingo and church. It's in mint condition. And it's totally blonde proof. There's a button that tells me what my fluid levels are, what my tire pressure is, and low and behold, how many miles I have before I run out of gas. I admit, i'm in love.

Oh and Tony cleaned the kitchen and living room for me while I was at work. Gotta love that boy.

Tuesday: What the hell happened tuesday? mmmm.... I think I talked to Emily on the phone. Oh yeah, I did. Cuz monday her boyfriend had another seizure and I wanted to make sure she was coping allright. Oh and I had to watch my nephews, Michael and Ian, until 8:30 when their parents got home from skiing at Brianhead. How could I forget that? We had to have a talk with Ian about bullies. I guess some kid stabbed him in the back with a pencil and then threated to poke his eye out. Ian is a very passive kid. Talkative. Lord is he talkative. He's the kind of kid that you wish you had a roll of duct tape with you just to get a moment in edgewise. For some reason he didnt feel the need to tell anyone about this incident, so Vinnie and I talked to him about self defense, that it's okay to tell on someone. There wasnt a mark on him (I even broke out the flashlight to check), so I think he's okay. I told his mom, and I guess he's had altercations with this kid before.

Wednesday: uh......mmm... We had a wednesday this week?

Thursday: Vinnie got his new car. Well actually he got it yesterday but he didnt bring it home. It's a 06 Dodge Magnum wagon. This thing is amazing. He bought it off auction from the (tow) yard. It has 17,000 miles on it, looks like it just drove off the show room floor (inside and out) and the best part was it books for $17,000 and he only paid $9,000. Talk about a blessed week when it came to the cars. Now we just need to get Tony's car done and i'll be content, at least for a while. Oh and Tony quit his job as a host and is now a call taker at the tow yard where Vinnie works. I hope it'll be a good thing. I'm just worried about them spending TOO much time together. I dont even want to spend that much time with Vinnie and i'm sleeping with him.

Friday: TODAY! yay!! Other than the normal beginning of the month crap at work, it was a pretty good day. We had Olive Garden for lunch. Oh, and OMG, they now sell that salad dressing in a bottle. I was too excited.

Tonite, i'm going to play bingo at the Cannery with Emily. Then tomorrow I have to go to the auction to help with the paperwork (i'm such a good wife), then tomorrow night is V's boss's birthday party at TGIFridays. Superbowl sunday will be interesting. V and Tony are going over to his boss's for a super bowl party and I am keeping their 19 mth old twin grandkids at our house. I told Vinnie he's either trying to make me even more depressed that we dont have kids yet, or make me declare that I am never having kids. Not sure yet what verdict he is aiming for.

Why I love Tony...

Tony, my 19 year old step son, moved in with us two weeks ago. Up until this past christmas, he and his father havent seen each other for 11 years (long story). So now everyone is getting reacquanted and all honkey dorey. It's wierd going from the occaisonal kid in the house to having a 19 year old (male) there all the time. In some ways i'm glad we havent had any kids of our own yet, so that he and and V. can have all of this time, undisturbed, to get reaquainted and form that bond.

He's a cool kid. Goofy, and very much his fathers son.

1. He likes old black and white musicals.
2. He likes spending time playing play station with his dad.
3. He takes the trash out without being asked.
4. He says 'yes ma'am' which makes me feel old.
5. When i was having a crappy day at work he cleaned the whole house for me.
6. He's not afraid of working for something.
7. He has his dad's sense of humor.
8. He spends more time on aol or texting one of his girlfriends than i did when i was in high school.
9. He called me at 8 oclock on my birthday to be the first one to say happy birthday.
10. He always says thank you when i give him a ride to work.

First tattoo

Well, it took me 32 years but I finally did it.

I've always had a thing about old people with tattoos. They're all faded and wrinkly and saggy. Uch....Been one of those gross pet peeves of mine.

That and that I could never decide on what to get. I've had several ideas. I was even considering a winnie the pooh, but I settled on a cute fairy. It's actually kind of classy in a cute way.

The whole process took 3 hours, and wasnt all that bad. I kept closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing when it would get too bad. (I kept telling myself that labor would be worse and if I could get thru this the having a baby would be a snap). The worst part was the last half hour. During that he was doing the color and the detailing so he was going over and over the lines. Holy crap. That and the fact I had been sitting backwards in a chair for three hours and it felt like my hips were going to pop out of the sockets. When it was done I limped out of there, and not from the tattoo.

Today it hurts, mostly when i sit for a long time and then try to stretch. I'm not sure how tomorrow is going to go, sitting at a desk for 8 hours. Maybe I can get out early.

What I did today...

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.

Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring on a cartoon channel , and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door.

As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?"

"Yes," was his incredulous reply.

She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."

One bird, two fish

My sister called me the other night just bawling her eyes out. Her husband and two sons (11,8) were out of town skiing, so of course at first i was like what the hell is wrong? After a few minutes of heavy crying, i understood the word bird. The boys have two pet birds, and amazingly they complimented their personalities. There was the quiet bird and the loud bird. Well, the loud bird had died and the quiet bird was pecking it trying to wake it up. This was freaking my sister out even more. She is deathly afraid of birds, so the thought of scooping out this dead bird and disposing of it was up there with plucking her toenails out with pliers. Just wasnt gonna happen. As luck would have it i hadnt gone to bed yet, was just in my jammies. So off i went to help my younger sister out, as we older sisters do. When i got there, there was a cat up on the roof just meowing its head off. All of the dogs in the neighborhood were barking (wasnt a full moon) and i guess being night it was afraid to jump off the roof for fear of there being a pack of hungry poodles below. So i positioned my car to shine the lights directly under where he was so he could jump to safety. This of course did not help my sisters mood.
After collecting the deceased bird and disposing of it, we had to go to walmart to get the other bird some food and treats. Again, i'm in jammies, a sweatshirt and grubby keds. Now i used to do this when i was in my early 20's, just go to walmart in the middle of the night in my jammies, just because i was lazy and i loved the stuck up looks i got. Now that i'm in my early thirties, a mom, and getting to the point that bed is calling me by 9:30, this was new to me. I still got the looks, but hey, what can i say. They were cute bingo flannel jammies at least.
She decided to get him 2 beta fish to replace the bird. Not quite the same, but we found a cute tank that seperated them (i had no idea that you couldnt have beta fish in the same tank or they would kill each other. makes sense to me). A boy fish and a girl fish. And off we went.
The next evening I called my nephew to see how he was doing and he was taking it really hard. I froze for aminute. What do you say to a 8 year old who's bird just died? Some how 'i'm sorry sweetie' just doesnt seem to cut it. I began to panic. I didnt want to seem unsensitive, i mean this bird meant alot to him. It would sing with him every night for an hour while he practiced piano. How were the fish going to sing with him? There are certain questions that i think only a mom can answer, and for me i took the weenie way out and my phone lost connection.

Stomach Bug and stress

I havent written in a few days due to feeling extremely exhausted. I'm not quite at that sick point, but not well enough to feel like i have the energy to do anything. Fortunatley, last night and tonite Vinnie opted to eat out. Last nite we went to Memphis Championship BarBQ, one of my favorite places, and all i could eat were 2 potato skins and half a bowl of cream corn. They did have the waiters bring over a strawberry shortcake and sing happy birthday, which was unexpected and nice. I think they were both feeling a little bad about how i kept going on and on about how nice my family birthday party was sunday, which neither one of them attended. Tonite, all i wanted was a baloney and cheese sandwich. It's like mashed potatoes and gravy from KFC. When i'm sick and not feeling well, that's all i want to eat. I usually try to be a trooper and not let feeling bad keep me down, but everyone can tell how i'm feeling by what i'm eating. Funny how food tells alot about you. Whether your'e weight or health concious, lazy, sick, or even what time of the month it is. Find a woman eating half a roll of ready made cookie dough just out of the wrapper and you know to be on your best behavior.

I've been in a bit of a rambling mood today. I had to pick Emily up from the airport and i swear i talked for 30 minutes nonstop. Of course, she hasnt been here for a week and i had alot to get off my chest. She's pretty much my only sounding board, as most girlfriends go, and is really good at just letting me vent without saying a word. Men always think that when your'e ranting and raving you want answers, help to solve your problems. No. What i want is to talk, have someone listen, a sounding board, a sympathetic ear. I think when men realize they dont have to fix everything, there might be a peaceful relationship. Anyone lucky enough to find that?