Saturday, April 28, 2007

For My Darling MM...and a Blog Pimp

I love you, MM


In The Know: Life Before The Segway

And my wonderful friend Sunshine has started a blog. Go visit and welcome her to blogland, will you?

Beautiful Dreamer

Friday, April 27, 2007

Here We Go...

I'm feeling much better today. Thank you all for your warm wished for my good health. I think I just needed some down time. We've been running non-stop for the last month or so and I think I just needed to recharge.

My throat is still a little bit sore, but I don't have that achy/tired feeling and I slept great last night (the first time in almost a week).

Last weekend I told y'all we went to AZ to celebrate Evil Cousin's 30th Birthday. We had a great time.

We left here Friday evening and got to AZ around 11 p.m. We just hung out and visited with EC and my grandma (who's been staying with EC for the last month to help her get resettled in). Saturday morning EC and I went shopping for groceries and other stuff and then we just relaxed in the afternoon (read: napping...woohoo). MM is so adorable with the baby. I was laying on the love seat with the toddler on one side of me and the baby on the other, so I asked MM to take one of them for me (I was so hot! They put out a lot of body heat..lol) and he took the baby. I ended up falling asleep and when I woke up (like 3 hours later)MM was still on the couch with the baby on his chest. When I tried to take her away from him, he fought me off. "We're just fine, thanks." LOL. Although, he still wouldn't change a poopy diaper. Boys.

Eventually I got the baby away from him and we started getting ready for our evening out. It always cracks up me when I hear single men/women talking about getting ready to go out on the town. Her: "I spent an hour doing my hair and applying my makeup and another half hour finding the perfect outfit". Him: "I just hopped in the shower and threw some clothes on and headed out the door". Pfft. With kids it so doesn't go that way. We had to cook dinner, get them bathed and fed, arrange a movie or some other type of entertainment for them. Basically? It took us about 3 hours to get the kids ready for us to leave, not including the time we needed for ourselves.

It took awhile, but around 8:30ish we were on our way out the door (grandma watched all the kids, isn't she the best?). We went to a little dive honky-tonk bar a few miles from EC's house. Her best friend's in-laws were waiting for us and we started the night off right with a beer (Corona for me and Coors Lite for MM and EC) and a shot (nothing fancy, just a Kamakazie). I think things kind of went downhill from there.

First BF's MIL started in about how awful BF is how EC would have been a much better match for her precious son and blah, blah. The more beers we had, the worse BF got and the better EC became. It wasn't pretty, people. Especially since EC has a fairly low opinion of the golden son. Luckily, BF's mom's lesbian lover was in town so she skipped out on the meet up. And these are the days of our lives...

The In-laws had to head out early so MM, EC and I had a few more shots while we waited for the rest of EC's friends to show. I think we were on our third or fourth round of beers when EC's next door neighbor and a friend arrived. Naturally more shots ensued. Now, at this point, I - who never drinks - was starting to feel a little too good. Now, knowing myself and my limits, I decided a break from alcohol and some water was in order. MM and EC had other ideas, but I didn't grow up with such an Evil influence and not learn a thing or two. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say, I stopped drinking. :P

So, after awhile we decided a change of scenery was in order. We ended up moving on from the honky-tonk bar to a karaoke bar across town. Don't get your hopes up, none of sang (thank goodness. I sound like a dying frog) but we did dance and laugh a lot. The rest of our party continued to drink, but I held off.

At one point EC and I were standing in line for the bathroom (what, you know us girls can't go alone) and the gentleman in front of us walked in, but as the door was closing we saw him un-buttoning his pants and heading right for the toilet. The door wasn't even shut yet, people, much less locked. EC and I looked at each other and laughed and then I yelled to our table, "Quick, take a picture!" and then pushed the door open. What? He set himself up by not locking the door. EC's neighbor was quick with the camera and we got a great shot. :) We're so good like that.

Anyway, after the bar we hit Denny's for a late (or early, depending on your outlook) breakfast. Once there, the fun really began. EC forced her neighbor and friend to eat, even though they were hungry, and the MM and EC proceeded to drunk dial every person in their address books. Well, and in my address book, too. The list of people included (but is not limited to):

EC's mom
EC's dad
EC's sister
EC's BF (the one that didn't show)
MM's fellow deputies (at least 4, that I know of)
The Drama Queen
The Devil Woman

MM's message to DW was the best (or worst depending on your position. I thought it was hilarious, but I'm not sure DW would agree)

MM:

What the eff? Why the gee dee aren't you answering your effin phone when your gee dee future effing son-in-law is effing calling you at gee dee 2 in the morning? Where's eff dad, he'd gee dee make you answer your effin gee dee phone, that's for effin sure. Next time you better effin answer your gee dee phone!

Now, this is sounding all angry, right? So I tell him, "MM *middle name, last name* that is enough!" and so he finishes the mesesage with:

Ok, I love you, bye


in this sing-songy, sweet, lovable voice. Good lord, I've never in my life heard that many curse words at one time. I about had a hard attack and died. Shortly thereafter DQ called back and said, "WTF, Sister. Why do you keep calling here?" and I said, "Oh hell no. I haven't called anyone! It's all EC and MM". DQ just laughed.

I'm telling you, it wasn't pretty people.

I think we finally stumbled home sometime around 4 a.m. and made our way to bed. None of us slept too well, and I got up around 9:00 Sunday morning. EC was already up with the baby and boy was she hurting. After seeing her I was so glad I'd decided to stop drinking early in the night. Hee hee.

MM got up about 10:30ish and we all moped around for awhile, rehashing the previous night and giving my grandma all the dirty details, much to her amusement. At one point EC said, "Gram, you're supposed to have some miraculous hangover cure! Come on" and Gram said, "Go puke, that will help." hahaha Love my grandma.

Anyway, at some point MM started in about wanting Heely's. You see, the Easter Bunny brought Heely's for my kids and MM has been salivating over them ever since. I said, "NO HEELY'S, MM! You'll only hurt yourself." EC said, "DO IT! DO IT! That would ROCK!"

Of course, MM decided to go for it, so after an hour of online searching, he ordered a pair for himself...and a pair for me. They should be here sometime next week. Save me.

I'm thinking no more drinking for MM and EC, what about the rest of you?

Moving on:

On the painting front I didn't accomplish anything this past week. I just didn't feel well. So on the agenda for the weekend:

Finish painting the den, main bath and The Girl's room.
Clean out my family room at home and start organizing stuff for a possible move (no, we still haven't made a final decision about this, but I figure I should start organizing regardless)
Catch up on other domestic chores I've been slacking on (i.e. laundry, dusting, floors, etc)

That's about it.

What do y'all have planned for the weekend?

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Something New

Yep, I've started something new. I realize not all of you read my book blog, but if you do, check out what we've got going on.

There comes a time in a blogger's life when a fresh start is needed and that time has come for us. We hope that all of you lovely readers will join, Holly, Isabel and myself in our new book adventure over at Book Binge where we will be reading and discussing the books we know and love, along with whatever else we feel needs to be blogged about.

With this fresh new start, we plan to host lots of contests, free book giveaways and just loads of book lovin' fun.

For those new readers of Book Binge, we'd like to invite you to participate in our PIMP BOOK BINGE CONTEST (dude, try saying THAT three times real fast). All you have to do is post a blog up introducing Book Binge on your blog and then leave a comment on our new blog, letting us know that you did it (the link to your blog and the post will be most helpful thank you!) and your name will automatically be entered into a drawing to win your choice of any 3 books you want.






The winner will be announced one week from today, May 2nd at 3pm, PST.

Thanks and see you over there!



And something else cool:

Niks has started a new book blog, too.

Hey everyone! I know I haven't been reviewing here as long as the three ladies that are starting Book Binge, but I've enjoyed my time all the same.

BUT since Holly, Rowena and Izzy are leaving I've decided to make a new start too. Only I'll be doing it alone. Well mostly. lol.

I've started a new blog called Escape With Me where I'll be reviewing all the books I read, or listen to, and just talking about anything books. I'll also be having guest reviewers, and other fun stuff.

I'm really excited about this new start. Everything is not put together yet, like I still have a 'blogger template' till I find something I really like. And all my links aren't up. But I do have a new review up already. So check me out and I hope you enjoy yourselves. I hope to see you all there.

You've all been great, thank you!

~Nicole


Her template rocks, too. I'm uber jealous I didn't find it first for my own blog. LOL

Come join us. It should be great fun!

Hugs,
Holly

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Not In A Blogging Mood

I'm sick. Sort of. I have a sore throat and my chest is really tight. Plus, I'm super tired.

I'm swamped with work stuff, too.

I had things I wanted to blog about, but I can't seem to remember what now. This happens to me every now and again when I'm overworked and not feeling well, but it's kind of annoying.

So, no new post for today. Well, nothing exciting anyway.

Hopefully tomorrow?

Monday, April 23, 2007

Some Updates

I'm crazy busy at work again today, so just some quick updates.

Painting

The living room, dining room, kitchen and Little Man's room are finished except for touch ups. And man are there a lot of touch ups. MM got impatient and made a big ol mess of things. lol But since he's in charge of clean up I don't really care. :P

I'm really happy with the green and blue I chose, but the yellow is much brighter than I expected. The more I see it, the more I like it, but still, I wasn't expecting something that bright.

The color Little Man picked turned out great, too. It's a brick red. It looks great on the walls, but we're going to have to add something lighter, I think. Having that dark of a color in such a small room just makes it seem smaller.

I started the den on Thursday, but didn't have a chance to finish it before we left for AZ. MM is off today, so hopefully he's finishing it.

AZ Trip


We had a great time. We helped Evil Cousin celebrate right, with lots of alcohol and embarrassment. I'll have more about that later.

Hmm, I think that's it for now. Hopefully more later when I'm not so busy. :)

What did the rest of y'all do over the weekend?

Friday, April 20, 2007

You Don't Know Jack....Lucky You

Meet Jack.



Jack the bain of my existance, at one time, belonged to MM's grandfather. When said grandfather passed away, MM inherited him (Jack, not the grandfather). When MM moved into his house (shortly after we started dating) much to my horror Jack was given a place of honor above the fireplace. I nearly had a heart attack and died when he told me tried talking MM out of putting him there. He's too small for the space. He doesn't like it there. He'd look better in the garbage den.

MM insisted that Jack was very happy in his place of honor and would be terribly sad if he was moved to another location. As we were newly together, I let it go. I mean, it was his house and I didn't have to stare at the ugly thing see it every day, so it was fine.

But then, MM took him down to paint, and I nearly had an orgasm was reminded of how beautiful the wall is without the ugly thing on it his presence like I could forget something that nasty.

As MM's house could potentially is soon to be my own, I will be making all of the decorating decisions feel I should have a say in how we decorate. You see, two years ago for Christmas I got MM this amazing moving waterfall picture. Personally, I think it would look amazing where Jack is now.

Or even better I could put the picture my sister got me for Christmas the same year there. It's another moving ocean picture and I picked the colors for his walls to match the colors match his walls perfectly. Isn't it lovely?

Now, I'm completely not totally heartless, and totally think we should don't think we should just junk Jack. He holds a special place though God alone knows why in MM's heart and should be treated like the garbage he is with respect and lovegag me. Therefore, I've demanded whined begged pleaded suggested that we move Jack to the dump den and put one of the above mentioned pictures in his place.

MM agreed.

So, what I want to know is, if I reluctantly we agreed to put Jack in the garbage den, why is he not buried in the backyard now hanging above the fireplace once again? MM says, "He has to be kept safe until the den is painted." and The Girl says, "Mom, he's cute! He should stay right there." and Jack, well, Jack the bain of my existance the sweetheart, just sits there and smirks. But that's alright, I know as soon as the den is painted Jack will end up in the backyard find his rightful place as a dog treat on the wall there.

Right, MM?




PS: Doesn't that green look amazing? I love it. Hopefully more pics to follow soon. I uploaded them from the camera but haven't had time to post them yet.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

We Got Paint, Man!

MM and I hit Lowes last night. 17 gallons of paint and a terrifying amount of money later, we're all set and ready to do the inside of his house.

I picked yellow for the kitchen/dining, blue and green for the dining/living and a paler shade of green and a creamy beige for the den. Bright blue for The Girl's room, red for Little Man and yet another blue for the main bath. I still need to decide on the hallway color and the paint for MM's room/bath. I want purple but he keeps saying no. *le sigh*

Hopefully pictures to follow at some point, but ya'll know how I am about them, so don't hold your breath.

Anyway, he's starting on it today. We'll see how it goes.

We went to dinner last night after Lowes and I told MM, "I'm so excited that we got the paint, babe!" He said, "Yeah, me too. Now maybe you'll shut up." Jerk. Then he said, "Oops, did I use my outside voice?" I said, "Have I really been that bad?" and he said, "No, but this makes you happy and I like it when you're happy." Awwww.

So, painting this week. Over the weekend we're off to AZ to visit my Evil Cousin. She turns 30 today. Yep, the big 3-0. HAHA HER! It should be fun.

I think that's about all for now. I'm swamped busy at work this week because the Devil Woman decided she need yet another vacation. She's in SacTown this week...Watch out Isabel.

More later.

Hugs,
Holland. ;)

Monday, April 16, 2007

I Painted My Toenails Purple

Ok, the title of this post doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but I love it when my toenails are painted. It makes me feel all girly and feminine. I painted them yesterday morning and I wore sandals today, even though it's it was raining, because I like looking at them. Yes, it's possible I have issues. :P

I have a headache of massive proportions today. I took some Excedrin Migraine stuff, but Excedrin doesn't work for me. It just makes me loopy and hyper, while leaving me in pain. I need Advil but forgot it at MM's. I spent every day last week at his house (I swear I haven't been home in like 2 weeks) and now I either have to go buy more Advil or drive up to his house (again) tonight. I bet if you asked him he'd say, "COME OVER!" I'll probably just stop by the store. (Love you, babe)

I spent 5 hours on Saturday cleaning MM's house. Wait, let me amend that, I spent 5 hours on Saturday cleaning three rooms of MM's house. Can we say bachelor pad? Sheesh. But now the living room, dining room and kitchen are all ready to be painted. We're going sometime this week to look at colors and get supplies. MM is on vacation from work this week so he's going to get a jump start on it. Woohoo. I hate his white walls. Too sterile. Blech.

Yesterday we spent the day in San Diego with MM's family. His niece turned 4 and her party was yesterday. We had a pretty good time, too. His sister got one of those big jumpy blow-up things for the kids. I think the adults had more fun in it that the kids did.

Although, for as much fun as we had, there was a downside. His mother. I have no idea what her deal was yesterday, but she kept introducing me to everyone. "This is MM's future wife, Holland." Holland? WTF? My name is Holly. The first time I said, "Future wife?" and she said, "Well, that's how I think of you" and I Said, "Thanks...I think. I have to go throw up now." Everyone thought that was hilarious, but I really was kind of nauseous.

Hmm, otherwise not much to report. I'm back to work today and hating life. DW is off this week for vacation, so I'm all alone. Especially since our receptionist is out. Alllll alllllone. See, I told you I get loopy on Excedrin.

*sigh*

Oh! Wait, one more thing. MM called me a bit ago and asked if I'd like to go to Vegas on May 12th. I guess James and the Psycho Girlfriend are getting married then. I KNEW IT! In case you don't remember, Isabel and I had a bet going about this. I said they'd be married within a month and Isabel said three. That was in February, so I guess Isabel was right. BUT! I said they'd do a quickie Vegas wedding and Isabel said the psycho girlfriend would want something Big and Splashy. I won that part. We called it a draw. That means we have to buy our own Wallabee Darned's. Poor us.

Rene Lyons is at SF today....

The lovely Rene Lyons is at Sanctuary's Finest today promoting her latest Templar Vampire novel, Tempting Darkness. Be sure to stop by and say hello. She brought a special guest along, too. Andy Douglas of TNA wrestling and the sexy cover model for Tempting.

Make sure you leave a comment, as Rene will be giving one randomly selected person a free download of Tempting and entering said winner in her April contest.



Come join us!!!!

Friday, April 13, 2007

"But, It's Not My Fault!" Like hell.....


Yesterday, Shaun Powell, a sports columnist, wrote an article about the whole Imus debacle, titled "It's More Than Just Imus".

The tone of the article is that yes, Imus was wrong, but the problem didn't start with him and won't end with him. Now, I've already said something similar and won't go there again. But what I'd like to talk about today is something mentioned in one of the thousands (yes, thousands) of comments left to that post.

DPosey said:

I agree with much of the article. Yet, I must tell you that it is incredibly hard to moniter the music to which your teenager listens. They can get music and videos from so many avenues that its hard to police.


In response to that, Quitwhining wrote:

Sounds like you need to grow some, I don't care how many sources there are, the kids only have two ears, find the hell out what's going in them, period!!!


I have to say, Kudos to Quitwhining. I'm a mother. As such, it's my responsibility to ensure that my children grow up with morals and values. It's my job to be nosy, to monitor everything they do, to watch what's said around them and what's on the radio and television. It's my job to make sure the video games they play aren't violent and the shows/movies they watch aren't ones that will teach them wrong instead of right.

Some of my friends and family make fun of me for my very strict rules regarding my children. But I'm doing my best to make sure they grow up to be socially aware, and to take responsibility for their own actions. You won't hear me say, "But it's not her fault. It was those other kids" in reference to my daughter. I don't excuse her behavior, ever. Regardless of the actions of others, she's ultimately responsible for what she does. She knows the difference between right and wrong, because I taught her. She knows that lying is wrong and certain words should never be said and that life isn't always fair, but she needs to do her best, every single day, no matter what.

My son knows that if his friend tells him to throw rocks at a building he can't or that just because his sister told him to do something doesn't mean he should. He understands that someday he'll grow to be a man, one probably much stronger than a woman, and therefore needs to take care not to hurt one. He knows violence isn't the answer and to respect all woman. He knows the difference between right and wrong, because I taught him.

Are they perfect children? Of course not. They're going to learn and grow just like every other person in the world. They're going to be faced with hard choices and sometimes they're going to choose wrong. But I also hope that because of what I've taught them, because I was a "mean" mother, they'll accept responsibility for their wrong choices and they'll learn from them. I wouldn't ever tolerate my child saying, "Well, John said it was ok. It's not my fault!". Bull. It IS your fault.

Now, I can see where DPosey has a point. It is hard to monitor everything your children watch and listen to. They're away from me for 9 hours every day. I can't control everything that goes on around them 24/7. But I can control what happens in my home, and I can monitor them as much as possible while their outside of it. I can check their iPods to see what kind of music they have on there, I can check the history on our computer to see what websites they're visiting. And most importantly, I can talk to them. I can ask about their days and listen when they speak to me. I can get to know their friends, and talk to their friends' parents. I can pay attention to what they're wearing and what their singing as they set the table for dinner. I can, I do and I will.

My children are still kind of young so some of the above doesn't yet apply to them, but it will, and you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be right there, right in the middle of their lives. That's my job. They aren't my friends, they're my children. If I hurt their feelings, oh well. If they "hate" me for invading their space, too freaking bad. Some day, their spouses or employers or friends or children will thank me. God willing, some day my children themselves will thank me.

If my children make bad choices as adults, I can't say it's Hollywood or Hip Hop that caused them to go down the wrong path. I'm their biggest influence. First. Last. Always.

Today, I challenge you, fellow parents. Take responsibility for your children. Step up to the plate and be "mean". Pay attention to them. Do your best to make sure they grow up to be responsible adults. Teach them respect and love and morals and values and if you have to be the bad guy to make sure that happens, so be it. Don't be afraid to force the issue.

If we were less afraid of offending our children and more concerned with who they might become as adults, think what a different place the world could be.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Can A Cheater Change?

I was reading an article on Yahoo today about Cheaters. He asked, Can a cheater change? I read a few of the comments and it made me wonder about my own stance on cheaters.

The Rat Bastard was a cheater. He cheated on me the first time (that I know of) about a year after we started dating. It was Mother's Day weekend and he was out of town for a bowling tournament. His ex-girlfriend went with him and they did the deed. And all our friends knew. Which was the worst part for me (when I found out) because they'd all lied for him and I felt like a fool.

Anyway.

I guess, despite my past, I can't really say for sure if a cheater can change or not. I suppose it depends on the person and the reason they cheated to begin with. I'm of the opinion that every person is different. Therefore, it's impossible to group all cheaters together and say one way or the other if they'd cheat again.

I don't believe there's ever a good excuse for cheating. A co-worker of MM's cheated on her husband (he was a Marine and out of the country at the time) and she explained to me that she cheated because she was alone for so long and blah, blah, blah. She said, "You can't know what it's like to be a Marine's wife and not know from one day to the next if your husband is coming home." Huh. So that's why you cheated? That's the most retarded thing I've ever heard. I honestly couldn't believe she tried justifying it by saying her husband was out of the country for so long. Hello, stupid ass! He was away trying to keep us safe! Sheesh.

Of course, I've heard dumber excuses. Like the Rat Bastard telling me I suck in bed and that's why he cheated. Well, maybe that's true, but I haven't had any complaints from MM, so I'm thinking not (honey, is there something you aren't telling me?). But regardless of the excuse, or the reasoning behind it, it's wrong. It's always wrong.

But just because someone did something wrong doesn't necessarily mean they'll continue to make the same mistake. If that were the case, we'd all be screwed (no pun intended), wouldn't we? I mean, we all make mistakes and most of us learn from them. Why is cheating any different?

To be totally honest, I don't think the Rat Bastard would cheat again. I can't say for sure, of course, but I think if he committed himself to someone else he'd stay faithful. I'll never know for sure, of course, because I'm not going to be the idiot committed to him (thank goodness).

Of course, I also think cheating is subjective. Everyone has a different opinion on what constitutes cheating. As it said in the article, some people say a kiss, a hug, going to the strip club. I think it depends on the level of attachment. Like, if MM kissed another woman, I wouldn't consider that cheating. Well, a kiss on the lips, anyway. A kiss on the lips with tongue and roaming hands, oh yeah, cheating. But then again, I know MM and I know HE'D feel like he cheated if he kissed another girl on the mouth.

As for the strip club, we've had this discussion already, but I don't consider it cheating. Not unless said boy is living at the strip club.

But that's just me.

Tell me, what do you think? Can a cheater change, or is the old adage "Once a cheater, always a cheater" true? Do you think it depends on the person and circumstances or is it something that can't be helped or changed?

Monday, April 09, 2007

Time for a Change?

You know the saying, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder"? Evidently that's the case for MM and myself.

While I was in AZ (the Thursday before I came home), MM called me. He said, "I've been thinking" which made me nervous. You just never know what that boy is going to come up with.

Anyway, he starts telling me how much he loves me and how much he misses me. He said I'd been gone too long and he can't wait for me to come home. He said he'd been thinking and he's going to propose soon, because he knows I'm the woman he wants to spend his life with. He loves me more than anything and he's very anxious to start out lives together. I'm the only person he can imagine a future with and blah, blah, blah (a quick shout out and much love to Rene, who said, "Fucking Holly. The only girl I know who would BLAH BLAH the sweet stuff MM says").

The he said possibly the post romantic thing ever to me. I mean, my heart literally stopped in my chest before nearly jumping out of it. Like, I totally lost my breath. He said, "I would have bought the ring already, but I've never bought jewelry for a girl before and I don't want to get ripped off."

*sniffle* I swear, he's got the soul of a poet.

After that I figured nothing could surprise me, but I was wrong. He continued on to say, "But back to what I was thinking. I really, really, really want you to move in with me when your lease is up in May. I just honestly don't think I can live without you anymore. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up next to you every morning. I want to start our lives together."

I'm not sure how I feel about this. My main reason for not moving in with him already is the kids. How can I teach them morals and values if I don't lead by example? Can I tell The Girl it would be wrong to live with her boyfriend when she's 19 if I lived with mine when she was 9? And besides, I'm kind of old fashioned. I just think I should be married before living with a guy.

On the other hand, it does make sense. I spend most of my time at his house anyway, and the kids are excited about possibly moving. We'd be better of financially and we'd have some time to adjust to living together before we got married. Still, I'm on the fence.

I kind of get a sick feeling in my tummy when I think about it. I just haven't figured out if this is a good sick or a bad sick. MM has asked me to give my landlord notice around the middle of May, so we can move in no later than June 15th.

I'm scared. And excited. But mostly scared.

MM says if I'm not ok with this he understands completely. "I won't be mad or upset, babe. Whatever you want. If you decide you aren't ready, that's fine. We'll just keep on the way we have been. But I'd really love it if you were here."

Awwww.

Is it time for a change? Of course, I would have to at least be engaged to him before we live together. So before I make a decision he needs to find a ring....without getting ripped off.

Oh, and I have to tell you, I'm seriously disappointed in the lack of cynics and skeptics out there. Every single person either myself or MM has mentioned this to has encouraged us to go for it. "Do it! Do it! You'd be stupid not to!" Even the bitter men who are going thru a divorce that he works with want us to go for it. Dude, isn't there even one person out there who wants to say, "Don't be stupid! You don't live with him until you get the ring and the paper!" Sheesh. Even my extremely old fashioned grandfather encouraged us. I think his reasoning was the best, though. He told MM, "Well, you're already getting laid so I guess it makes sense financially."

Gotta love Grandpa, eh?

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Men Aren't the Only Ones To Retain the Cave Instincts


The other night I stopped at the grocery store on my way to MM's house to get something for dinner. First I thought chicken, but then I saw they had ribs on sale and decided they sounded better. When I got home I asked MM to start the grill and put the ribs on to boil. Then I went to change out of my work clothes.

As I was walking back in to the kitchen MM was coming in from outside with the grill scrubber in his hand. And something just...flipped inside of me. I swear by all that's holy if the kids hadn't been home I would have thrown him on the table and had my wicked way with him.

Later, after he'd put the ribs on the grill, I was watching him through the window and I swear I drooled on myself. I mean, yeah, MM is a sexy guy, but this went beyond my normal attraction to him. This was something that came from a part of me I didn't realize existed. This was instinctual.

This is proof that men aren't the only ones to retain the cave instincts....

**Picture credits: www.catskillcomics.com

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Going Home Again

**I'm being a rebel and not proof reading this, so please excuse any typos. I'm just a lazy girl, afterall...**
Going home for the first time in over a decade was simply...amazing. Evil Cousin and her mom drove to Midway to pick me up, but got delayed in traffic. I walked outside and it was misting a little bit and I called MM in tears and said, "I missed it! I missed it so much. It's wet and smells like dirty city and I'm so glad to be home!" MM said, "You're the only freak I know who cries over the 'dirty, wet city smell'"

I wasn't able to see as much of my family as I'd have liked, though. I got to see EC's mom and dad and sister and that was about it. But I did get Pepe's the first night I was there. It was just as good as I remember, too. And our waitress? The same woman who waited on us when I was a kid. She asked about the whole family and I swear I got teary eyed again!

We went to bed fairly early that night (Friday) and Saturday we packed and started loading the trailer. Saturday afternoon, EC took me to...WHITE CASTLE! OH.MY.GOSH. There is just no way to describe my joy. Seriously. I ate 5 Slyders. Yes, 5. And onion rings. Oh, the onion rings. And Cheese sticks. And french fries. Nirvana, baby. Pure heavenly Nirvana!

I think someone asked in the comments below what a Slyder was. I can't remember now who it was and to be totally honest, I'm way too lazy to go look, but to answer the question, a Slyder is a small hamburger with (or without) cheese, a patti, pickles and onions. I have no idea why they taste as good as they do. By all rights, looking at them, they should be kind of nasty, but there's just something indescribable about the taste of them. They're so small that it's impossible to be full by one. One of the combos is like 10 burgers, fries and a drink. Even the double cheeseburgers are tiny in comparison to regular burgers. Yum.

After we finished lunch EC dropped me off at her mom's with the 2-year-old and went to Wal-Mart while I relaxed. I read Natural Born Charmer by Susan Elizabeth Phillips while my niece took a nap (She's not technically my niece, but she calls me Aunt Holly, so it's an honorary thing). That evening we packed some more and then went to EC's dad's house for a BBQ. Her parents got divorced just this year. It was wonderful seeing my uncle again and dude, I missed his cooking like you wouldn't believe! I felt so spoiled. :P

After dinner we hung out for awhile and then headed back to EC's mom's. We packed some more (you'd have thought EC would have been all packed up by then, but NOOOO, she'd left it all for me, in true Evil Cousin fashion) and hit the sack. Sunday morning we got up kind of late and did the last minute packing and finished loading the trailer. Around 1:00 in the afternoon we pulled out and headed over to EC's dad's again to say goodbye. Then we got lunch and finally hit the road.

The beginning of our trip was fairly uneventful. We stopped about an hour outside of Joplin, Missouri for the night and went to bed early. Had it just been her and I, we probably would have kept driving, but the girls were more than ready to get out of the car.

Monday was fairly uneventful as well. We stopped late in the evening, going much farther than we'd originally planned, which wasn't a good thing. By the time we stopped for the night the girls were more than ready to get out of the car and refused to go to sleep. My poor cousin was up all night with them (I, of course, slept like a baby) and was so tired the next day I said I'd drive. We pulled out of the hotel, got fuel and breakfast and then hit the road. We'd been on the freeway awhile when the "check engine" light popped on. Well, hell.

I pulled off at the next exit (which was just a road leading nowhere and didn't actually have a service station or anything) and we popped the hood. We checked all the fluids (EC tried checking the overflow for the coolant and spewed liquid all over the engine, much to my amusement) and found nothing amiss. Since there wasn't much we could do in the event of a problem anyway (I mean, seriously, we were out in the middle of nowhere) so we decided to just keep driving. We figured if we had to we could either make it to the next service station or if we had to we could call roadside assistance. We figured it would be better to just drive.

Not too long after we got back on the road, the light went off and we didn't have another problem the entire trip. DW has the same car as EC and told us that she'd had a similar problem. As it turned out, DW didn't get the gas cap back on tight enough and it caused the light to come on, then it reset itself awhile later. We figured that was explanation enough for what happened.

We stopped at a rest area to use the bathroom and change the girls and EC and I switched places again (She'd taken over when we stopped to check the fluids) and she fell asleep a little bit later. At one point I glanced over at her and she was sleeping flat on her back, with her arms at her sides, palms facing up, and her legs stretched completely out. Her head was tilted to the side and her mouth was hanging open. I couldn't help myself, I took a picture. Then, I took another one. *Snicker*

(let me jump forward a minute. When we finally got home EC loaded her pics from her camera on to her computer and as soon as she saw the ones of her asleep, deleted them. I happened to be in the shower at the time and didn't realize it. I was hella angry at her, too, because those were the best blackmail pics EVAH! But what EC doesn't know - and I don't plan to tell her..shhhh - is that the 2nd pic I took? Yeah, that was with my camera phone. Know what that means? My blackmail picture is intact. *evil laugh*)

We stopped for lunch, but EC was still so tired I continued to drive. I drove through half of Oklahoma, all of Texas (just the top part) and all of New Mexico. Hmm, to be honest my days are pretty messed up. I know we drove through Texas towards twilight, because I took some amazing pictures of the sunset and hills and such. The largest free standing cross is there and it was an amazing site. I think that must have been Monday night, because we were in AZ Tuesday in the early afternoon. It's all a blur, man.

Anyway, early in the afternoon Tuesday, EC and I decided we'd stop for the night in Flagstaff, AZ. It's about 4-5 hours from her house, but we were so exhausted and the girls were so ready to get out of the car we figured we'd stop early (around five in the evening) have a nice dinner and just relax. Then we could get an early start Wed. morning and be home relatively early, but refreshed. Only, it didn't quite work out that way. More on that in my next post.

**Pictures to come at some point. I haven't uploaded the ones from my phone yet and since I forgot my camera I had to use EC's and forgot to email myself the pictures while I was still at her house, so I have to wait for her to send them to me. With 2 little girls and a dog, plus no husband around, it might be awhile before I get them.

Monday, April 02, 2007

I'm Home...

Goodness, I'm so tired! What a long road trip!

I'm really glad to be home, but I swear I need at least another 2 days to recover. I'm pretty busy today getting caught up at work, so I won't have time to update, but I'll try later this week.

I hope everyone had a great week and I can't wait to get all caught up with your blogs.

BIG HUGS!
Holly

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