tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86475926083396408092024-03-05T21:26:25.283-08:00Steph (D)RebelUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-28930429749307050452008-10-26T20:19:00.000-07:002008-10-26T20:20:07.165-07:00From bar hopping to church hoppingI was sitting here this afternoon reading The Dirt by Motley Crue and started thinking about how much things have changed since i've moved. <br /><br />The couple weeks before I moved, when the kids were already up here and I was alone I spent a few evenings out with friends, 'making memories' before I moved...aka bar hopping. <br /><br />Today, we went to our regular church for services, then it was ministry Sunday so they had a lunch after services that we stayed for. <br /><br />After that we headed home for an hour and a half before we headed down the street to the skating rink for a 'Holy Rollers Skate Party' that another church in town was putting on and roller skated for a while. (Yeah, that wasn't pretty) <br /><br />After that, we went to yet another church in town for chicken wings and to see a christian rock band perform. <br /><br />There have been plenty of nights that i've been in three bars in one night, but i'm pretty sure this is the first time i've been to functions with three different churches in a day. <br /><br />I think these are changes I can live with !Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-69509395081489879132008-10-25T14:35:00.000-07:002008-10-25T14:36:10.488-07:00building charachter.I am so proud of my boys this weekend. <br /><br />They are in Boy Scouts now, so for all the home football games they have been raising the flag as the high school band plays the National Anthem. <br /><br />It was COLD last night, and pouring down raining and I tried and tried to convince them that we should stay home and skip the game, but they wouldn't have it. They were supposed to be there and they were going to be there! <br /><br />I bundled up in my pink hello kitty pajamas, jeans, a sweatshirt, coat, heavy socks, boots, gloves and a hat and hauled them all down there. I froze my buns off while they hoisted the flag up in the rain. <br /><br />We skipped most of the game because I had to drop a check off for the new place and I was hoping to just go home, but they made sure on the way home we stopped for the last quarter so they could help lower the flag too. <br /><br /> "Mom, if we don't go there might not be enough people and the flag could touch the ground...could you live with yourself THEN?!?"<br /><br />Don't you just love a good guilt trip from your kid? haha. <br /><br />Today we had to be in town at 9am for Scout Achievement day. There were 8 stations to complete, including first aid, bow & arrow, bb guns, slingshots, and a special station for the Bobcat badge. <br /><br />The guns and slingshots were a blast of course, (for them, i was a nervous wreck!) , the arts & crafts ones were fun, but Jordan decided he wanted to earn his bobcat badge. He worked SO hard on it! He had to memorize and recite the BoyScout motto, pledge, and the pact law. <br /><br />When we got there we got split up into groups and I ended up being the 'leader' of his Wolf pack. We had ten second graders and by the end of the day every one of them learned everything and recited it and qualified for the badge. <br /><br />I'm so proud of them, 1. for completing the requirements and 2. for helping their friends who were taking a little longer to help them finish instead of whining about moving on to the next station. <br /><br />It was a fun, fun day, but i'm glad to be home where it's WARM!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-33076845384868655272008-10-23T15:41:00.000-07:002008-10-23T15:42:46.028-07:00Furniture shopping.So i'm looking on Craigslist for cheap-o furniture and i'm finding a ton of stuff, but nothing that is quite *right*<br /><br />I'm starting to lean towards retro yummy or even God awful ugly couches. They've got charachter yanno. <br /><br />Maybe I can find some talent within and refinish one or something. We'll see. <br /><br />I'll keep you posted!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-2133402887937583442008-10-23T15:40:00.001-07:002008-10-23T15:40:58.194-07:00My not so smartest moment.I was pumping gas today and I was reminded of a conversation I had a bit ago with my Pap. <br /><br />He's a frugal kind of guy so when I drove out here, his first question was "Have you ever checked your gas mileage on this car? Is it pretty good?"<br /><br />I looked at him and said<br /><br />"I've been thinking I should check it, but i'm never quite sure when i'm going to be completely out of gas, and I didn't want to guess wrong and end up stranded, Is there a trick to it? "<br /><br />He looked at me like I was an alien and then burst out laughing. <br /><br />Not laughing WITH me, he was straight up laughing AT me. <br /><br />It never occured to me that you could fill up, then record your miles, fill up again, record the gallons you put in and divide. <br /><br />Oh no, I seriously contemplated it (more than once) and the only way I could possibly see getting an accurate reading would be to drive your car so the tank was absolutely dry, fill it with 9 gallons, or whatever capacity is and then divide. <br /><br />I'm such a scholarUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-48761540119713390042008-10-23T15:39:00.000-07:002008-10-23T15:40:33.245-07:00Just trying to keep upWell keep *them* up I should say. <br /><br />You would not believe how difficult it is to buy a belt these days. <br /><br />I've been having issues with my pants. They won't stay up. I dont remember the last time I actually had to unbutton a pair of jeans, they just slide down. <br /><br />Great when i'm in a hurry to pee. <br /><br />Not so great when i'm in front of a room full of toddlers and losing my pants. <br /><br />So I went off in search of a belt. First stop, Fashion Bug. <br /><br />"Well, most of our pants come with belts now, so we don't sell them separately."<br /><br />I looked at the pants with belts, but really didn't want to spend 30 bucks on a pair of pants I dont need because they come with a cheap belt. <br /><br />Next stop ...the fat chick store next door. Nope. Steve & Barrys. Nope. Surfer Monkey, Maurices, Some other clothing store. Nope, nope, nope. <br /><br />About ten stores and 3 hours later I finally gave in and bought a good old fashioned Levis belt from the mens section at JCPenney. It's not cute, it's not feminine, it's not made for women, but it sure does keep my pants up. <br /><br />I never would have imagined NOT showing crack would be so difficult. <br /><br />When I grow up, i'm totally going to open a belt store. <br /><br />I'll make millions!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-77902093422975978612008-10-16T17:20:00.001-07:002008-10-16T17:20:45.632-07:00I finally have a place to live!Well, actually, now I have TWO Places to live!! Crap! <br /><br />Hooooorrrrraaaaaayyyyyyy!<br /><br />I got a call right before I took my lunch break saying that I got final approval to move into a three bedroom townhouse I applied for last weekend. Yay. It's pretty cute, the back door opens to the neighborhood playground and the pool is beside my building. Rent is high-ish for this area, but amazing compared to what i've been paying in Va. <br /><br />The problems? It's in the next town over, in the wrong (and not good at all) school district, and it will add about 20 miles to my commute. Ten into town to take the kids to school, and then i'd have to backtrack ten to get to the highway to head to work. <br /><br />That's if they could even stay in their current school. <br /><br />If they had to change to crappy schools they would, well, be in a crappy school. They also wouldn't be able to go to Grandaddys house after school so i'd have to pay daycare, and they wouldn't get that time with him which is a HUGE negative in my mind. <br /><br />Before I could call her back to return the message I got another call. <br /><br />On Sunday I was flipping through the classifieds and saw an add for a 3 bedroom double wide and a 3 bedroom singlewide, but no prices or locations were listed. I called just to see and she told me they were both rented already. (The rental market here is smokin) Then I got a "buuuut, I have a four bedroom that I just found out is coming open. The girl is still living there but it's on xyz road, you can ride out and look at the outside and I can call you when it comes available so you can see it." <br /><br />I asked and it was in the RIGHT school district, so it took nearly everything I had to not offer to give her a deposit and first months rent then, but I kept cool. I'm a cool cat. <br /><br />20 minutes later I had ants in my pants so my stepmom and I took the kids and rode out to see where it was so I didn't waste my time if it sucked (although it could have been a shack and I wouldnt care, as long as it's the right school!) <br /><br />We got there and found the driveway, but I wasn't sure which one it was. A girl stepped out on the porch of the one I *thought* it was so I jumped out and asked her if she knew for sure. <br /><br />I ended up talking to her for almost an hour, asked about the rent, utilities, the landlords, etc. She was super nice as we chatted so I thanked her and started to go back to the car when she said "Well, i'm packing and it's a mess right now, but do you want to see the inside?"<br /><br />YES YES TRIPLE YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />She rocks my socks. We looked around and it was *much* bigger than it looks from the outside, the kitchen is kind of dated with border (ack!) but she said he's pretty ok with painting and whatnot as long as it's tasteful (how hard is it to be as tasteful as apple border in the kitchen?!?) <br /><br />She told me to let her know if I was getting the place and she'd try to leave the swingset and a few other things and then oh so kindly warned me that sometimes the neighbors cows get out and come in the yard..."but it's not a big deal, just go out and smack them on the rear end and they'll run home"<br /><br />Can y'all just see this city girl smackin cow butts all the way home? Lord have mercy!<br /><br />Anyway, I called again and told them I did decide to ride out and that i'd met the girl and saw the house and asked if I could fill out an application. I went that night to fill it out and talked to the landlord a while. He said he'd get back to me by the weekend. <br /><br />He ended up calling today and when I answered I got <br /><br />"Hello Steph? I was just calling to tell you we decided to go ahead and let you rent the house." all calm and collected, like he didn't even realize how freaking monumental that call was. <br /><br />Joshua is pumped, he's all about getting a paintball gun and target and shooting in the field. Jordan is mad because the kids that live there now told him sometimes when the wind blows you can smell cow poop. Jake has no reaction because he's so pissed at me because he's in trouble for fighting at the babysitters house this morning. <br /><br />I'm freakin pumped! <br /><br />I finally found an affordable place, without getting married OR going on welfare! <br /><br /> <br /><br />Oh, and the rent is $109 cheaper than the townhouse, that's $100 more a month I can put in savings (and a couple vanilla lattes from Starbucks if I ever find one here!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-28451401864959962732008-10-14T05:43:00.000-07:002008-10-14T05:44:09.135-07:00I'm going to be a welfare mom when I grow up...Because then, apparently I wont have a problem renting a house in Ohio! <br /><br />Three different times in the past week i've seen an ad in the paper for a reasonable rental. <br /><br />Hello<br /><br />*Hi, I am calling to get more information about the rental you advertised in the newspaper on xyz street. <br /><br />Yes. <br /><br />*It is a three bedroom correct? Can you tell me what school district it's in and how much you are asking for rent please? <br /><br />Ok, it's three bedrooms on xyz street in the wrong school district and $700 a month. <br /><br />*Excellent, can I go ahead and set up an appointment to look at the property? <br /><br />Sure you can, are you already HUD approved? <br /><br />*No ma'am, i'm not on HUD, I'll be paying the rent myself. <br /><br />**click**<br /><br /> <br /><br />WTF?!? It is so completely and totally UNFAIR that these people are hanging up on me because i'm NOT on welfare and i'm actually *gasp* working full time, busting my hump to make sure I can look my boys in the eye and tell them that I took care of them, not someone else, not the system, ME!!! But oh heck no, we won't rent to her, she's not on rental assistance. <br /><br />It's incredibly frustrating and sad to me that I would literally be better off as far as housing and finances if I quit my job, sat on my rear end and let your tax dollars raise my children. I could probably even qualify for financial aid and let you pay me to go to school and get my degree. Unreal. <br /><br />If I didn't have this little thing called pride, and yanno, just a smidge of self respect i'd slide my fanny into a pair of dirty sweatpants with 'sexy' stamped across the cheeks, cash a welfare check, swipe some food stamps and be living the high life, in a fancy rental that I don't have to pay for. <br /><br />Instead, because i'm a jackhole who wants to do things the 'right' way, i'll go to work everyday, be able to look my kids in the eye when they're grown and i'll continue to get yelled out for being a single mom and therefore unworthy of renting a house, i'll continue to get hung up on because i'm not a welfare mama and eventually, one day, i'll find someone who wants to rent to someone who's trying to not suck at this life thing. <br /><br />I hope it happens soon because quite honestly, it's starting to piss me off. <br /><br />I feel for the next person who hangs up on me. I'm so not in the mood!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-25921666900367414122008-10-12T18:35:00.001-07:002008-10-12T18:35:29.098-07:00Independence.Saturday I took my boys to the fair. We had a deal that we would go each night with ten dollars and whatever was left we would use the rest of the week. If they went the whole week without whining for games and rides, I would fork over the loot for the 'all you can ride' wristbands and let them go at it on Saturday, so off we went. <br /><br />We got there and it was H-O-T. I walked around for a while and then decided they were old enough to have a little freedom. I went back to the car and fixed the headliner, added windshield wiper fluid and checked and added more oil. Go me! Who needs a stinkin man. <br /><br />I grabbed a library book and went back in, found the kids and let them know where i'd be and to check in in an hour. I ended up reading a book about a middle age chick who's boyfriend broke up with her in a heinous way and she got all the sympathy from her family for being unmarriable and an old spinster. <br /><br />Oy. <br /><br />Of course, I read and got all wrapped up in the charachters and by the time I finished the book I was feeling like an ogre who was destined to be alone forever. I walked around the county fair watching the couples all happy in love and together, holding hands and whatnot and started the pity party. <br /><br />If they can all find 'happily ever after' love and get married and be all together forever, why can't I? <br /><br />Sure, i've been proposed to. I could get married tomorrow if I wanted to, but what is holding me back? I try to tell myself that i'm independent, that I won't settle, that I have better things to do, that I don't need a man signing a contract giving him exclusive rights to my vagina to be complete, but what if...what if i'm just making excuses because I really AM an unmarriable shrew?<br /><br />Lately I seem like i'm going back and forth between being glad that "at my age" people just assume i'm married off so they don't try to hook me up with their sons neighbors cousin who is a 'really really sweet boy' like they do at home. If they happen to ask, I just quietly mention that i've got a boyfriend back home and it's dropped. <br /><br /> I like it that way, I dont WANT to be set up on random dates, but then every now and then, when my kids are off doing their own thing and not needing me and i'm standing at the fair, alone, chilled with noone next to me to put their arm around me or offer me their jacket, well, i'm lonely. <br /><br />It's weird. <br /><br />It's odd. <br /><br />It's so unlike me.<br /><br />I don't like it one bit. <br /><br />Life would be so much easier if my boys didn't grow up and stop needing me so much. Why can't I just freeze them last week when they still needed mamas snuggles more frequently. One day i'll find that perfect balance of being as independent as I want to be and allowing myself to lean on someone just enough to not be alone. One dayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-15150882000277757762008-10-07T19:50:00.001-07:002008-10-07T19:50:20.738-07:00I was remindedTonight as I was sitting in the grandstands at the county fair with my boys, I was reminded of why Ohio and it's people stole my heart and always called me back. <br /><br />We were sitting there, waiting for the demolition derby surrounded by men in flannel shirts and overalls and women with tight perms and appliqued sweatshirts and as I looked around, it was just comfortable. People here seem to be stuck in another era, and yanno what...it's perfectly ok. <br /><br />Sure you have the younger crowd who are set on fashions and fitting in, but when it boils right down to it, it doesn't matter here. People judge you more for who you are than what you wear or how you look. That concept seems so foreign to me compared to the Northern Virginia way of life. <br /><br />I was looking around, with a kind of cheesy grin on my face but it really hit me when they played the Star Spangled Banner before the derby started. As I looked around, I saw every single person standing with their hand over their heart, looking at the flag waving above. There wasn't anyone talking, texting, fidgeting with a cell phone, or heaven forbid sitting down. Every single person within my sight was being respectful, and as the song progressed, I would swear to you that a good 75% of the people around me were singing along. <br /><br />It was absolutely overwhelming to me to be standing in the same grandstands I used to sit in with my Pap and my Daddy when I was a tiny girl, listening to our Nations anthem being sung by literally hundreds of people from my hometown. It brought tears to my eye. <br /><br />It's just not the kind of thing that happened in NOVA, and I may have not known it before, but it's part of the total package that brought me home and makes Ohio the place I love.<br /><br />After the most stressful week I could have possibly imagined at work so far, that was absolutely what I needed to keep me from running back to Va. <br /><br />God bless Fairfield County!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-55677100507827445342008-10-07T19:49:00.001-07:002008-10-07T19:49:46.840-07:00Small town obituaries...I'm 99.897% certain i'm going to burn in hell for my latest source of giggles. <br /><br />Lately my stepmom and I have taken to reading the local obituaries each evening. <br /><br />It started while she was scanning early in the week and started cracking up laughing. <br /><br />"You've got to hear this, I hope my obit is this good" my stepmom says...<br /><br />*reading out lout*<br /><br />"She loved to shop, especially for shoes. "<br /><br />Ok, i've got a serious addiction to yummalicious shoes, but in an obituary? Awesome. <br /><br />The best tear-producer of the week...<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />There was never a stranger in xxx's life. He made such beautiful music with his saxophone that friends requested he entertain at many area churches, bringing peace and tranquility at solemn moments and entertaining at many other gatherings. He always was willing when asked to play. He will be a great addition to heaven's orchestra.<br /><br />Family was one of the most important parts of his being. He loved to try to beat his sister, brother and father on the tennis court and always had great stories of his victories, whether he won or not. He also was an avid bike rider and tried to keep a riding date with his brother when time allowed.<br /><br /> <br /><br />--He will be a great addition to heavens orchestra? That is an *awesome* line, but I have to wonder if it's original or if there is a small town quotes for obituaries book floating around somewhere. <br /><br /> <br /><br />I'm just used to seeing xxx died on xxx, he is survived by xxx and xxx, his funeral arrangements are xxxx. <br /><br />It's incredibly odd to get a glimpse into their lives and see what people felt compelled to say. I do feel bad for laughing hysterically at some of them, once the giggles start they just escalate. <br /><br />They would be comforted knowing that our belly laughs are helping to reduce stress and extend our lives right? <br /><br />Get my room in hell ready, i'll be the coolest cat there!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-81064967348400914562008-09-17T21:10:00.000-07:002008-09-17T21:16:27.093-07:00Go play in the wind (parenting at it's finest)As most everone knows, just about all of Ohio has been out of power since Sunday. We were driving home from the park when the crazy wind started. We got home and it just seemed like a storm was blowing in. <br /><br />No rain. <br /><br />No lightning. <br /><br />Sounds like a good time to play outside right? <br /><br />Jordan and Jake went out to play and came back in to say that it was hard to play because dirt was flying in their eyes. <br /><br />What does mom say? <br /><br />"You big wimps, go play!"<br /><br />I was outside reading afterall (the power was out already) how bad could it be? <br /><br />A few minutes later Jordan comes over to me. <br /><br />"Mommy, I tried to climb the tree, but it was SOOO hard, the wind was almost blowing me across the state!"<br /><br />What does mom say? <br /><br />"You big wimp, just hold on tighter!" <br />(ok, I don't really remember what I said to that one, but we stayed outside) <br /><br />We finally went in when the wind whipped and blew a bag of potato chips right out of my hand and it finally got dark so I couldnt read anymore. <br /><br />They told me while they were playing in the wind, some girl videotaped them. They think they're going to be on the news. I'm sure CPS will be knocking at my door anyday. <br /><br />Come to find out, millions have no power, 5 people died from falling trees, the glass shattered in a friends car, and I just heard the winds were equal to a Category 1 hurricane around here. <br /><br />Yeah kids, go play. If you find my parent of the year award blowing in the wind catch it for me k?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-88669954400341745942008-07-22T15:26:00.000-07:002008-07-22T15:28:25.429-07:00Lyrics that hit home.<br><br /><br><br />I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut<br />My weakness is that I care too much<br />And my scars remind me that the past is real<br />I tear my heart open just to feel<br /><br />Drunk and I'm feeling down<br />And I just wanna be alone<br />I'm pissed cause you came around<br />Why don't you just go home<br />Cause you channel all your pain<br />And I can't help you fix yourself<br />You're making me insane<br />All I can say is<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut<br />My weakness is that I care too much<br />And our scars remind us that the past is real<br />I tear my heart open just to feel<br /><br />I tried to help you once<br />Against my own advice<br />I saw you going down<br />But you never realized<br />That you're drowning in the water<br />So I offered you my hand<br />Compassions in my nature<br />Tonight is our last stand<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />I'm drunk and I'm feeling down<br />And I just wanna be alone<br />You shouldn't ever come around<br />Why don't you just go home?<br />Cause you're drowning in the water<br />And I tried to grab your hand<br />And I left my heart open<br />But you didn't understand<br />But you didn't understand<br />Go fix yourself<br /><br />I can't help you fix yourself<br />But at least I can say I tried<br />I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life<br />I can't help you fix yourself<br />But at least I can say I tried<br />I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-72743497531000262122008-06-20T16:09:00.000-07:002008-06-20T16:11:35.911-07:00*Time* for GoodwillI have a nice watch, but unfortunately it's a nice watch with a dead battery. I've been meaning to get it fixed so I can wear my nice watch again, but considering it's been dead for over 4 YEARS and I havent remembered yet, I looked in the watch case today. Yanno, for a watch, with a battery that works. <br /><br />Imagine how surprised I was when I found one..and it was cute...and cheap! <br /><br />$4.25. Yeah! <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaUncqXvgAvkZwJVarJtVF0kRhC6MFMpzDsXaPkvL44vHeYgb_iQLKPDyiHu0wGZjmQCLN27-QgPZoLKeRvtM8VmSGwaa2UxaCPhRyVUnKenoqvDXNxRaOJdhQxYFzLiTc3Q7sEl0Qb4H/s1600-h/iphoneJune16+052.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaUncqXvgAvkZwJVarJtVF0kRhC6MFMpzDsXaPkvL44vHeYgb_iQLKPDyiHu0wGZjmQCLN27-QgPZoLKeRvtM8VmSGwaa2UxaCPhRyVUnKenoqvDXNxRaOJdhQxYFzLiTc3Q7sEl0Qb4H/s320/iphoneJune16+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214105057046835362" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-69014259720374891782008-06-20T16:01:00.001-07:002008-06-20T16:06:28.583-07:00The Mad Scientist-Darrel and Joran were sitting around the other day. One of them <the big one> says "I feel like doing a science experiment or something"<br /><br />Crap. <br />The youngest of the punks says "Hey, I have a science kit!"<br /><br />Groovy. <br /><br />The ended up reading through the instruction booklet, lighting a candle, melting a glass straw, dressing up like mad scientists and then calling it quits before they blew up the apartment. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4Kx1fXVl2IA8XVlQKI1aHTcP17D2T4-d79Kub8ciZFSz9nmxIc7TM6y3PfF0snGE5PCQ2btYRdOszn1WTWYCYrskVVq5RdMYN3pc04Vf383hxP0WUWR-V53LfquPRxEnztOEMt7rSZZB/s1600-h/iphoneJune16+024.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4Kx1fXVl2IA8XVlQKI1aHTcP17D2T4-d79Kub8ciZFSz9nmxIc7TM6y3PfF0snGE5PCQ2btYRdOszn1WTWYCYrskVVq5RdMYN3pc04Vf383hxP0WUWR-V53LfquPRxEnztOEMt7rSZZB/s320/iphoneJune16+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214103763243630050" /></a><br />"Mom, you had better look out, I'm about the blow up the entire internet!"<br /><br />I love that kid. He's special.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-41143057583008223702008-06-17T12:46:00.002-07:002008-06-17T12:47:21.898-07:00I don't like skinny girls....what are you doing tonight?I had a rather amusing experience on Saturday while I was at the beach. Some dude came over to the house to buy a ticket for the evenings show and started talking smack about his 'mad photography skills' and how he'd show me his work. Ok bro- do your thang!<br /><br />So he trotted his happy in the house and pulled up his myspace page. He goes to concerts and takes pictures. Yahoo. Nothing impressive. I smiled and complimented and did all the things my sweet southern Nanny would have wanted me to do. I'm a polite bitch after all. <br /><br />After impressing me with his mad skills, he proceeded to tell me how he's the 'nice guy who always finishes last' and how he sends flowers but always gets dumped on. (which usually means he's a dickhead, and then sends flowers and the girls tell him to piss off, but hey, perception). He goes on and on about the kind of girl he wants. By the end, i got the intense feeling i was supposed to be jumping up and down and saying "oh, mr nice guy, I can *totally* be that girl, pick me! pick me! "<br /><br />Yeah, that didn't happen. <br /><br />I headed into the bathroom to straighten my hair, (yanno, a subtle hint to go away--that didn't work) and he followed me in there and kept talking. <br /><br />Finally he busts out with "You know, i'm really not into cheerleader types or skinny girls. I want a girl I can put my arms around and hold onto........what are you doing after the show tonight?"<br /><br />SCREEEEECCHHHH..back that train up McWhitey. <br /><br />Are you serious? Did I hear him right? <br /><br />Because in this chubby girls mind, I heard "Hey, you're fat and not that cute, so you might give me a chance."<br /><br />Does that work? Seriously? <br /><br />It's now my goal in life to find one single man in the world who has *ever* successfully picked up a chick by saying <br /><br />"Hey chubs, you can't do any better...wanna wrassle? "<br /><br />you happen to know any?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-77470750863361452592008-06-17T12:46:00.001-07:002008-06-17T12:46:35.456-07:00Friday the 13thI'm not a huge believer in things like bad luck on Friday the 13th. In fact, I never give it a second thought. This year just may have changed my mind though! <br /><br />My day started out pretty good, went to work, had a good day. No biggie. I was super pumped because I was headed out after work to go shoot the Download show in Norfolk. The original plan was that I would go home, pick Jordan up and head out by 7. On the way, i'd swing by Williamsburg to drop Jordan off with his Daddy and then i'd head on to meet up with Crystal for the weekend. <br /><br />I pulled out of work and as I made a turn, something in my car kind of popped. Almost sounded like my transmission slipped. Fabulous. I decided the best course of action would be to completely ignore it. Nothing like being proactive! <br /><br />I got home fine, and went in to pack and grab my kid. Got my things together and headed out. The car was running a little loud, but I thought it was just my imagination. I pulled into the gas station near my house to fill up and decided to check the oil, just to be sure yanno. <br /><br />I pulled the little stick thingy (yeah, i'm technical) out and uh, no oil. Great. I had two partial bottles of oil in the trunk, so I dumped them in and called my stepdad. My hero. He said "That's not very smart. Put oil in your car." Thanks man. <br /><br />I drove over to the Dollar General to get more oil and put it in my car. I waited a few minutes and there was oil ALL over the parking lot. I wasn't sure if it was leaking or if I was a slob who spilled it all over. I called stepdad back and he said to go home. Crap. <br /><br />I got home and called the ex-husband to let him know that I wouldn't be making it tonight and to see if he could come get Jordan. He said ok, and we decided that he would pick me up too and once we got to Williamsburg I could call Crystal to come and pick me up. Sweet! <br /><br />We went back in the house and waited for him for 4 hours before he called and said "You aren't going to believe this, I had a blowout and I dont have a jack big enough for the truck- i have to call and get towed, I'm not going to make it up."<br /><br />Crap crap crap! <br /><br />I called my road warrior sweetheart Crystal and she decided that she was coming to get me, so I went to bed for a bit and then got up 2 hours later to head to Va beach. We ended up rolling into town at 6:40 am, about 9 hours behind schedule, but hey, we got there! <br /><br />Stepdad says theres no engine damage to my car, but i've got a crack in one of the pipes and a massive exhaust leak, so hopefully that'll be fixed tomorrow and I won't be completely broke in the process. It could definitely be worse, but I apparently had some bad juju coming my way this Friday the 13th!<br /><br />Next time around, i'm staying in the house...possibly wearing a helmet. yanno, just in case!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647592608339640809.post-65096531322002011692008-06-17T12:44:00.000-07:002008-06-17T12:46:02.029-07:00I'm special.So special in fact that while I was trying to clean up my forgotten blog, I managed to delete the whole effin thing. <br /><br />I'll work on making it pretty around here, maybe someone will even come back to read my nonsense? <br /><br />We'll see ! <br /><br />Peace, love & rock. <br />StephUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0