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I'm not MIA, I've just moved. My blog is now kept up to date at www.snigs1spot.wordpress.com .

Racing, Fishing, and the Inability to Repeat Something

Well, we took Mr. D to the biggest empty parking lot we knew of and he finally got to race his motorcycle. I'm beginning to believe boys come into the world knowing how to drive any and every thing. After a couple of crashes at first, he had that thing zipping and zooming all over.

We went to the old-fashioned drug store after, got some pictures developed and had lunch.

Then home to change clothes. The weather was pretty, it was warm and sunny, so we went fishing. Amazing how different the weather can be 4 miles from home. It was windy. It was also starting to cloud up. Fishing with two kids is challenging enough. Two kids who are bored because the fish aren't biting and the wind feels like Hurricane Andrew is even more challenging. I got one bite, no fish. The husband got one bite, lost a cork and no fish. Molly got one bite, no fish and gave up after 20 minutes to collect rocks. David entertained himself by throwing Molly's rock collection into the lake.

So, now we're home. James and I have a cooking agreement. I cook the first time, he handles "held over by popular demand" (aka Left-overs) duty. He sent Molly to find out what I wanted. My answer is, "Tell daddy I'll wait until everybody else gets what they want. That way I won't eat up something somebody else really wants.". We had 3 different left-over dishes to choose from. She went back and told him, "Mama says she'll eat later.". So, James heats what they want and puts everything back in the refrigerator. Grrrrrrrrr. Would it be so hard to just repeat what I said? Children should come with a recorder of some sorta affixed to them. Next time, I will write my answer on her forehead with a magic marker. ;-)

It's FRIDAY! (In My World Anyway)

Yay!! Last day of my work week done!

I can't find the first thing to bitch or moan about either.

The co-worker was still in a completely crappy mood. That was good, she didn't stand and stare at me.

The husband is working tonight, so I'll get another good night's sleep.

The weather is warmer. That's sorta a good thing, even though I want snow. Weather changes make me feel a bit sideways though. Every time there is a major weather change, I have the urge to do something- even if it's wrong. I'm going to try to behave this time though. ;-)

I've got a lot planned for my weekend. I plan to take my son to try out his racing RC motorcycle this weekend if the weather cooperates. It's huge and we need an empty parking lot to try it out in. Another one of the grandparents' great ideas for Christmas. Sorta like giving pool toys to a kid with no pool, but hey, it's the thought that counts.
I also want to look for a new supposed haunted site to investigate. The thought of eventually seeing an apparition intrigues me.
I've got a mountain of laundry to do too. There's always tomorrow for laundry though.
And since the weather is getting warmer, I know the husband will want to do some fishing. I enjoy it, if for nothing more than waiting for someone to fall in. Muahahahahahaha.

Snigs dances off while listening to Wet Willie sing Weekends....

Today Is a Better Day

Well now, I feel all better today. I got up feeling good (I may be dying!) which is very odd. Normally I wake up wanting to bite the heads off bunny rabbits, but today I actually woke up smiling.
My kids got dressed and ready for school without needing to be screamed at.
It was raining when I got up, but that stopped right before we left.
I took my kids to school and my son had his ID badge!
I started home and they played the best music on the radio.

Pardon me for one moment- Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I gotta bad case of loving you!

Nice change from Tuesday especially.
I was out of Mello Yello (the thing that keeps me going) and was in dire need of a carbonation boost. All that was left was flat root beer which sucks flat or not or Sunkist orange soda. Needing my morning burst of bubbles, I opted with the Sunkist. First sip was ok, by about the 4th though, I was having flashbacks to the glucose tolerance tests I had to take when I was pregnant many moons ago. By the 6th gulp, I was turning green. I assure you, aside from the part of giving birth to a football sideways, glucose tolerance tests are the worst thing about pregnancy.
Anyway....
I had to work and the virus sharing co-worker was in a bad mood. Boofrickityhoo. Poor critter, I put her in that bad mood too- just by telling her a restaurant she wanted to eat at was not open on Tuesdays. I shit you not, she started calling the place at 8:30 to order her lunch- The Carbolicous Calorie Crusher. Fried pork chop, mashed potatoes with gravy, macaroni & cheese and 2 pieces of cornbread. When she couldn't get an answer, she asked would I call and order it for her "soon". That is when I burst her bubble. "They aren't open on Tuesdays.". Didn't say it ugly, didn't say it mean, just said it. Plain. Simple. Honest.
She was not happy. Nor did she believe me. She mentioned it to another coworker who also told her the place was only open Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Poor thing, had to settle for lunch from elsewhere- country fried steak with gravy, mashed potatoes with gravy, rice with gravy and 2 rolls.
She stomped around the office for the rest of the day. I'd like to say she was mad enough to actually do her job, but I'd be lying. She gets lazier with each passing day.
My lunch was good though- hotwings, hashbrowns (scattered, smothered, & covered), Mello Yello and cheeeeeeeeesecake. Ok, so it wasn't the perfect diet conscious lunch either, but I do eat vegetables at least once a day. The Viral Villain thinks any sidedish is a vegetable and that anything green is poison.
I've previously mentioned how she says some words. Well, yesterday a dude name Enrique was in the office and she called him back, "Inner Rick". I about crapped my pants trying not to laugh.
Something else was going on yesterday that didn't suit my fancy, but today has been so wonderful, I've now forgotten what it was...

Back to work tomorrow- wonder what I can do to piss her off again?

Snigs ponders tomorrows mayhem causing moment....

Blissful Idiot and the Bronchitis Birthday Present

Day after tomorrow is my birthday and I have received the wonderful gift of viral bronchitis from my coworker. How thoughtful of her.

Is Ignorance Truely Bliss?

I sit here, bored, pondering...is ignorance really bliss? Ignorant people tend to look pretty happy. More than once I've noticed a smile on a face that has a vacant stare. What is it about ignorance that could make someone so happy?

I assume being really ignorant would keep you from knowing you were dumber than a box of rocks. Maybe that's where the blissful feeling starts coming in. When I've done something truely stupid, I always feel rather crappy about it and feeling crappy greatly detracts from bliss. I guess if I was too stupid to realize I was stupid though, I wouldn't feel crappy and therefore my bliss would be unaffected. These overly ignorant and blissful people really gripe my last nerve though.

I work with a blissful idiot. She doesn't seem to care that she laughs at a joke five minutes after the joke was told. She chuckles and giggles right along, oblivious to the stares of those around her. She also has the habit of showing up for work sick. It would be alright if she stayed to herself, but oh no, she comes and stares at me over the counter, wanting me to talk to her. Since the only 2 things we have in common are being female and sharing the same airspace, I rarely find anything I want to talk to her about. Just hearing her talk makes my nerves crawl as she says "onlyest", "oncest", "hope it feels better for you", and she once pronounced the name Penelope as "pen-A-lope". Needless to say, she spends a lot of time staring at me, while I try to ignore her.

Anyway, last Monday she blissfully trotted in with a head cold from hell. Fever, coughing, sneezing, spewing, snorting. And she did her usual staring at me from over the counter. I asked if she needed anything and she blissfully replied no. She stood there awhile and blissfully coughed and sneezed on me. I started getting sick Wednesday evening. I fought it pretty well until Saturday. Now I'm coughing, aching, sneezing, feverish, stuffy headed and in bad need of rest. If I felt better, I would kick her. I'm staying home today, smart enough to know most people don't appreciate it when you share your germs with them.

Political Correctness Needs to Go!

I'm so sick of everything in this world needing to be politically correct. Everybody is wearing their heart on their sleeve any more and it's impossible to say anything without stepping on someone's toes.

I 'm told I can't say I dislike a certain black person or I'll be labeled racist. I can't dislike a certain Mexican dish or I'm against Mexicans. It seems as if everyone else's rights are bigger and better than my own.

The other day I made a statement saying I disliked a certain female who happened to be black. I was accused of being a racist. She could be purple with orange polka dots and I'd still dislike this woman. Not because of what color she is, but how she acts. I'm tired of the race card being thrown in my face just because I'm white. I've never called anyone of any color the kinds of names I've been called. Due to the nature of my job, I get called "White bitch" fairly frequently. It passes with no major problems, I giggle and move on. But if I called any of the same people who said that "Black bitch" I'm sure Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson would be here to have me arrested within a day. It makes no sense to me.

It makes no sense to me how everyday common occurances get labeled "racism" too. Case in point, I present you with first the facts:
Last week, a 55 year old woman, who happened to be black was evicted from her rented apartment building by police. She'd never paid rent in the 6 months she was there. During the process, she attacked sheriff's deputies with a knife, severely cutting one's hand. She was arrested and taken to jail. She was served papers 90 days ago that told her of the eviction process and everything was done legally.

Now, here's the version from a co-worker of mine:
They up and came this past weekend to throw Miss X. out of her apartment. Poor woman, she didn't have time to find any place to go or anything. It was so mean for them to throw her out with no place to go. If she'd had a little more time, she could have found a place. She was so upset, she grabbed the knife. And do you know what they did? THEY TOOK HER TO JAIL! It was just really wrong and they know that.

Ok, I'm white, but if I don't pay my rent, my crap is legally going to be on the curb. If I pull a knife on a policeman, my butt is legally going to jail. My ACTIONS are what cause the end result, not my color.

Folks hollering racism need to sit back and reassess the situation. It's not their color/sex/religious affiliation that is in question, but their actions.

Has it really been that long?

Eight months...hmm, my how time flies. What's happened in 8 months? Think, think.
Set off some fireworks, celebrated 11 years of wedded bliss , husband got a new job, went Trick or Treating, ate some turkey, celebrated my son's 12th birthday, opened some presents while sitting in front of a dead tree, eating candy out of a sock, celebrated the new year, celebrated my daughter's 10th birthday, worked a lot, spent more money than I should have. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. Exciting, no?

Why?

From my 12th grade philosophy final exam...Why not?

I might actually have something worth sharing here one day, something dynamic making people stop and take notice. Then again, I may never have anything beyond the mindless drivel of a fast-approaching middle aged mother of two mostly adorable kids. Whether it ever interests anyone or not, it will at least allow me an outlet and keep me from screaming at the kids when I'm 'blogging'. That is enough for me.