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You have reached the desk of Kimdergarten. I will be out of the office until Tuesday January 3rd. Have a happy new year!

(p.s. ...don't forget your Rabbits Rabbits! after midnight Sunday morning for extra good luck in 2006!)

2005 Last Post (Almost!)

Nothing inspiring me today.
I miss my baby girl.
Go read somewhere else.

A New Year's A'Comin'!!!

I'm finally over my pity-party, thank goodness! I have a really great life and great kids and am even glad the sec reminded me how pathetic it is to be a whiny bitch yesterday because it gave me a kick in the rear that I needed to get my chin back up and get over myself. I realize now that it's ok to cry when I need to and I'm kinda excited about some new things I'm discovering already.

I was out hunting on Christmas eve, sitting there in the woods trying to hold it all in, knowing she was leaving in a mere few hours, but it had just stopped raining and the pine trees nearby really smelled GOOD! This is the only time of year we see cardinals, and one landed nearby and I watched him for a while. Beautiful. I was sitting in the same spot the first morning after my daughter left. I had an amazing moment as I realized that the sun was actually coming up even though she was gone. It was weird, sitting there watching the sunrise. But I did it and at that moment I knew life would go on.

Last night I walked outside and am not really sure why I went out there. The wind had been blowing for about 5 days, and even though it's been near 80 degrees, almost all of the leaves are down off the trees now. I looked over towards where Ms.TurningBlueNow always ran. She'd worn a trail from the many hours she spent running and jogging and getting in shape to go. The trail is covered now, totally obscured by leaves as if it were never there. For a moment, I wanted to run down that path and yell, "No no no!" and kick those leaves off so I could see the dirt where her feet had been. But I just sniffled and went back inside. A few minutes later, I stopped and looked at the fridge. For years I've kept the front of it covered with dozens of pictures of nieces and nephews put up haphazardly with magnets. But not now. In a burst of nervous energy a few days ago, Ms.TurningBlueNow took down all the pictures and put them back on perfectly square and tidy in neat little rows all semetrical and shit. I don't know if she knew it or not but she's still with me every time I open that refrigerator. It's wonderful.

So last night Lil'DD and I tackled moving her room and hoisting the beds back into bunkbeds and putting on brand new bedspreads to make the room start to feel like her own room for the first time in her life. She had told me, "Mom, I know you're tired, we can do it some other time if you want..." Have I told you what great kids I have?? We went in and tackled that room and it was fun. DS even came in and helped us lift the box springs up on the top bunk so we didn't have to do it.

I don't think I've mentioned this yet, but things are a happening with DS also. It looks like in early April he will be sworn in as Mr.SoonToBeBlue but he will have a year to wait until he leaves... (thank goodness!)

AND... I decided several days ago that I'm going to try another semester of college. It was the right decision to drop out when I got so far behind after Katrina, and I am really enjoying life without the added stress but I'm gonna give it one more try and if the stress gets too bad I'm just going to take a year off before attempting classes again...

It's going to be tough going for a while, but I am so proud of my daughter. I know she is going to be going through so much emotionally and physically the next few weeks, and as her mother, it weighs heavy on my heart. At the same time, as her mother, I know that this is going to be the best thing for her because she's going to be a really strong woman because of it. She's going to have some pretty damn good opportunities as a result of it too. So I'm going to be happy and excited for her. Because come on, it's not like she's on death row and I'm never going to get to hug her again right? In fact, 7 weeks from today (unless she gets hurt or sick and is recycled back a couple of extra weeks) I will be hugging her and awaiting the next day to watch her cross over into the blue.

Thanks for bearing with me right now while I'm having some teary moments. There are times when I'm just freaking peachy about it all but right now, this very minute, I am very, very okay.

NOTE TO IDGIE: Don't go past this point. I accidently got part of my rifle in the pictures and I don't want to upset you!!!


Ok. This is the picture I took for you guys on Christmas eve right after it rained. It was beautiful. A different part of the woods than in the other picture I posted for you.


This is the picture that I took the first morning she was gone. The trees were still there. The sun still came up. And life went on!

Scorecard Update!

The sec... (who was off half of Wednesday, all of Thursday, all of Friday, and Monday) did not come in to work yesterday. She was an hour late this morning and worked a couple of hours and went home, and won't be here tomorrow, or Friday or Monday... what a life!
She also rudely informed me earlier today that if anyone has the right to be depressed and bitchy right now, it is her (she turned 50 yesterday). So I am really appreciating the fact that I have control over myself and my emotions and my actions, and no matter how upset I am over DD being gone, I would never be as useless as that damn lady!

A Perfect Christmas.

It was a wonderful weekend, really.
There are absolutely no words to express how it feels when your baby girl is issued her driver's license and an M-16 the same week.
She called from the airport when they arrived and sounded very tired and scared to death.
I burned the rolls at dinner last night.
And I'm still crying...

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You have reached the desk of Kimdergarten. I will be out of the office until Wednesday, December 28th. Have a Merry Christmas!

If you're bored and need a laugh, check out today's other post...
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My Southern Ways...

I realized not too long ago that I've thrown away my old west-coast prejudices and embraced most of southern life. It must have happened right around the time Katrina blew in... something in surviving the aftermath of a major hurricane tends to bond one with their community if nothing else will.

One of the expressions I've picked up is an ugly one. It's been running through my mind quite a bit the past few weeks. It started as just a whisper but at times it rages like a big ole' bar. (bear for you yanks). You know, when you just reach that point where you feel like you might explode? Maybe someone really ticked you off. Or you were afraid. Or your boss did you wrong. Somebody cut you off in traffic. Whatever. You know the feeling I'm talking about. I noticed it one day when I was standing in line in the store. Hit me all of a sudden. That little whisper... "I'mfixintolosemyshit" ...I held myself until I got out in my truck, shed a few tears, then shook it off and made it until later. Then it whispered to me again... "I'mfixintolosemyshit". WOW. I'm not one to fall apart or get upset easily. And so far, I haven't lost it in front of Ms.STBB or anyone else for that matter. So as the weeks progressed, the feelings grew stronger and the words became more clear. "I'm fixin to lose my shit". Hmmm.... Maybe if I dissect it a bit it won't happen. Drink and ponder on it a little bit and it will go away. Yep, that worked. Twice though, It's been a full-blown "I'M.FIXIN.TO.LOSE.MY.SHIT" and I could feel the blood pressure start to rise a bit. But I've made it. Without losing it. And I'm pretty darn proud of that, and of you for being here to let me vent and rant and joke about it. I think the worst part is when people tell me that next week, "I'mreallyfixintolosemyshit". I'm a tough cookie. I can handle this. Tig said in yesterday's comments that I'm obsessing with the countdown, yeah, I do that. I love countdowns. Countdown to the next cruise. The next road trip. The next... uh, well heck! I have some great countdowns already lined up for the first half of 2006. (which I'll really enjoy if I can just get past the feeling of "i'mfixintolosemyshit"). There will be the countdown to two fabulous hold-em tourneys in January, and then the week after that will be the countdown until my birthday the first week of Feb., (I'll be 38!) and then while that's going on I'll have the countdown until we leave to see Ms.STBB at graduation when she crosses over into the Blue (we leave the day after my b-day! hooray!) And the countdown to the following weekend with a trip to the East and another tourney. Somewhere in there in January, there are also two countdowns to a couple of big gigs we have contracts for... and I'm trying to figure out if I'm going to go back and finish school next semester... there would be all sorts of countdowns to assignments and tests if I do.

WOW. I just realized what my problem is. (HAH. One of many...) The reason I'm feeling so much like "I'mfixintolosemyshit" is because things in my life have come to a complete standstill except for the clocking away on Ms.STBB! I've quit school and stayed home and taken a pass on all the poker tourneys in order to spend some extra time with the brat. Now that I've got all that straightened out, I guess I"m really notfixintolosemyshit. And the next few days won't be so bad.

I feel much better now.
I hope you have a Merry Christmas.
I'll see you on Wednesday!

The Last Wednesday...

First off - thanks for all the encouragement and support. Y'all are great. Oh. And Mel is finally posting again. I know she'll be just as funny now that she's not working at a law firm as she always before. You might want to stop by and welcome her home :)
Secondly - the sec still sucks. She's leaving shortly and taking off tomorrow. We're off Fri & Mon. Then she's taking off Tues because I put in to have Tues off 8 months ago. As a matter of fact, work in general sucks. We're not getting our bonus this year (because of Katrina) and I'm having a real hard time not quitting every minute of the day. She's such a rude, inconsiderate twit. She knows how bad I want to be at home right now to spend a few extra minutes with MS.STBB but as always, and on purpose, she has to inconvenience everyone. I swear, the first several months I worked here, it was bewildering that someone could actually be so conniving and do stuff like that on purpose. Now, it's plain that it's just how she is... (the bitch!)
And lastly. How am I doing? Peachy. Just peachy. This was the last Wednesday morning I would see my DD's smiling face before I left for work. Last night was the last Tuesday night I could kiss her good night. I am almost giddy with excitement. HAH. It's going to be wonderful when she finally leaves so I can cry and scream and not have to hide the way I'm feeling around the house. Not really. We're all a bit freaked out right now. Somebody left this page out of the instruction book they forgot to give me when I brought her home from the hospital...

The Longest Day...

I know it's only been a few hours since I woke up this morning but it sure feels like it's been three days already...

The weather people are saying it's supposed to snow tonight. HERE. Flurries. At sunset. Can you imagine? Really now... you can't get much farther south than here in this part of the country without swimming. Sure, there are Texicans to the west and Floridians to the east who are actually more southern on land, but HERE, in the south, where the birds fly in the winter and people don't own jackets or gloves or any of that junk, it is supposed to snow. We're all hoping the weather people are right on this one...

I haven't had a good rant about the sec in a while. There is a toilet paper war going on. I'll try to remember to write more about that soon. I came in to work yesterday morning and her gift to me was sitting on my chair. Before I even opened it she made it clear that she hadn't bought it, that it was FREE. I feel so darn honored that she took the time to actually wrap it and place it gently in my chair. Kinda made me feel special. (HAH)

Ok. I've taken off work four different times to take Ms.STBB to get her driver's license. They don't do road tests here if it rains. Or first thing in the morning. Or between 11 and 1:30. Or after four. Or if the sun is shining. After sitting for hours this time, we finally caught someone in a good enough mood to take her out to do the road test. They were gone TWO MINUTES. Drove AROUND THE FREEKING BLOCK. And she is now a bona fide driver. Lord help any of y'all who are out on the roads in the near future because that child is in no way ready or prepared for interstate or big city driving. But hey, where she's going, she won't be driving for a while. Thank goodness.

We sat there for a really long time this go around. Prim and proper with our eyes on the floor like southern ladies do when they are the only two white people in a waiting room of forty. I was checking out the shoes. And peeking at the hats. Eveyone who came through the door was wearing some kind of hat. I didn't want to get caught looking, though, so I can only describe the shoes. There was one pair of really cheap black dollar store looking shoes sitting across from me. Three pairs of white sneakers. But you should have seen the shoes underneath the pimp green leisure suit that walked through the room. OMG. They looked like... well, like uh, rattlesnake, or something, but cut like bowling shoes. Bright green and black with polka dots on them. He was slow stepping too, showing them off. I bit my lip so I wouldn't giggle. Pretty darn snazzy.

My desk is piled up and I'm trying to plod along one file at a time. I refuse to have a nervous breakdown simply because my oldest child is leaving home next week. I won't. I won't. I won't.

WOW! A Present For Me!?

Here's the link to my very own gift from Poopie Angel!



She wrote a wonderful post and gave me a poker picture! Thank you Thank you Angel!

Secret Santa Gift!

Thanks to Michael I get to be a Secret Santa this year. Through the bloggers anonymous Secret Santa program, I've been introduced to the blog of Thicket Dweller Thicket Dweller is a homeschooling mom that has incredible writing talents as well. Her passion of family and life shine through in all she writes about. She will be a published author one day. Read her now and you can say, "I knew her when..."

My gift to Thicket Dweller is the following poem. Merry Christmas!

T'was the night before Christmas, when thru the abode, only one creature was stirring, she was cleaning the comode.

The children were sleeping, all snug in their beds, while visions of Barbie and X-Box danced in their heads.

Daddy was snoring in front of the TV, with a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.

Only mom heard the reindeer's hooves clatter, which made her sigh, "Now what is the matter?!"

"Ho Ho Ho!" spoke Santa, "I'm glad you're awake. Your gift was especially difficult to make."

"Thanks Santa, but all I want is some time alone."

"Exactly!" he chuckled, "So I've made you a clone."

"A clone?" she muttered, "What good is that? Run along Santa, I've no time for chit chat." Then out walked the clone - the mother's twin - same hair, same eyes...same double chin.

"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess. You'll relax, take it easy, watch the Young and the Restless."

"Fantastic!" the mom cheered, "My dream has come true! I'll shop, I'll read, I'll sleep the night through!"

From the room above, the youngest did fret. "Mommy?! Come quickly. I'm scared and I'm wet."

The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart."

"Hey," the mom smiled, "She sure knows her part."

The clone changed the small one and sang her a tune, as she bundled the child in a blanket cocoon.

"You're the best mommy ever. I really love you."

The clone smiled and sighed, "And I love you too."

The mom frowned as she said, "Sorry Santa, no deal. That's my child's LOVE she is trying to steal."

Smiling wisely Santa said, "To me it is clear, only one loving mother is needed here."

The mom kissed her child and tucked her in bed. "Thank you Santa, for clearing my head. I sometimes forget, it won't be very long, when they'll be too old for my cradle and song."

The clock on the mantle began to chime. Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time."

With the clone by his side, Santa said "Goodnight. Merry Christmas, dear Mom, you will be all right."

Batting 1000

YesSireeBoyHowdy I'm on the ball today.
I've tried to answer a phone call on the dictaphone, dial out on my ten key calculator and typed a motion to continue rather than a divorce decree. I have major head up the booty and thought I was doing pretty well. HAH.
So I went at lunch and finished the shopping totally except for two things we're going to try and get tonight. I was so excited I felt like throwing up.
And now I'm drowning my sorrows in orange chicken, California rolls w/ the trimmings, crab rangoon and pork fried rice. Surely life couldn't be better than this?
Today's fortune cookie: Your strength will grow stronger by being tried.
Lovely. Just Lovely

Holiday Hangovers...

The holiday parties are almost over, thank goodness! Thursday night was rum (and coke)... Friday night was vodka then tequilla... Saturday night started with tequilla, then vodka, then wine, then vodka, then whiskey, then vodka, and I think it ended with whiskey but am a little fuzzy on that one... I was fully prepared to spend yesterday in bed nursing a hangover but bounced out of bed and actually made two trips into town in search of what I still need from my list of gifts but am not going to be able to find this late in the game in this half a horse town...

This morning I woke up to the realization that we are not officially dealing with the last week before Ms.SoonToBeBlue leaves. That's all I'm going to say about that for now, I'm only on my second cup of coffee. Most likely it will be mid-week next week when I have my first meltdown post... I'm doing really well holding it together so far (at least in front of her and others)... but trust me, it's coming.

Later on today I'm going to try and post my secret santa gift... I think it's almost ready but I need to make sure that's what I'm going to do. See you in a bit.

Chasin' My Blues Away...

Short story. It's still not over just yet so I'm not quite sure how it's going to turn out in the end.

At 1:00 this morning I was still sitting at the bar feeling quite lovely in that alcohol-induced happy place. At 2:00 this morning I was fast-forwarding through the apprentice. Just could not fall asleep until I knew. It wasn't much after that when the alarm went off. DH woke up grumpy (hey, he fell asleep an hour before I did, who said he can be grumpy??)... then I got to work and the boss was here (still ticked because the sec is out half yesterday & all today w/ no notice) throwing stuff down the hallway and slamming stuff around.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is going to be a glorious day.

Gellin' Schmellin'!

Don't.
Fall for that stupid commerial.
You know, the one where all the happy-happy people are walking around gellin'.
I did.
Fall for it.
I knew I was going to be on my feet for an extended period of time recently, so I blew the ten bucks and put them in my shoes, sure as shit that I was going to be one happy camper ready to dance the night away while up on my feet. I was ready to whisper to someone... "I'm gellin'"
Yeah right. They suck.
Pretty darn uncomfortable in fact.
Don't waste your money.

Memories...

Thanks to everyone who left a memory yesterday. The smiles and giggles are really appreciated... I'm on a rollercoaster emotionally right now.

Greek Shadow said...
(This is fictional)Kim and I dated in High School. She was captain of the cheerleaders and would look so sexy in her black and turquoise outfit that revealed beautiful muscular legs. We would go to drive in movies and never look at the screen, but one day she decided that it was time to trade up to the Quarterback and leave the cross-country runner behind. I was so devistated that it cost me a medal at State Meet.
11:19 AM

Amanda said...
I remember that time we had a few days off from work and were bored, so we decided to roll the sec's house. I brought along some eggs and dish soap for the lawn. The pictures turned out great. As well as hearing her gripe about the whole thing the next Monday. So much fun!! (It really would be. Seriously. Let's consider this.) :)
12:01 PM

Michael said...
Remember last month I was delivering lunch to your office? You stopped me in the hall and we took apart lunch for the sec and you placed those ground up ex-lax tablets in hers. The problem was that it ended up not being hers but one of the partners. You said he ran out of the office with this awful looking expression. He had to cancel all of his appointments that afternoon.I wish I had pictures.Take CareMichael
1:28 PM

Lightning Bug's Butt said...
You told me you'd send bail money to the Federales. That was over a week ago.They're putting Tobasco Sauce up my nose.Help.
1:39 PM

The Wife said...
I remember one day after work we decided to go down to the local bar and make fun of the rednecks. We were there for hours and got RAGING drunk. Then we found the sec's car and dismantled it and left the pieces in her yard. Oh how we LAUGHED!
2:15 PM

Anti-Blogger said...
I once sold you a pack of M&M's when I was a convenience store clerk. You had to take a penny from the penny dish because you were a penny short.You still owe me that penny.
3:37 PM

JUST A MOM said...
Remember the other week when I was walking around bumping into walls and you told me to pull my head out of my ass,,,,, Man that was a day huh. OH Thanks by the way!
3:59 PM

Idgie said...
Oh Kim, I remember when you first moved here, to the great South, and all the polite people were freaking you out. You were trying to figure out why everyone was so nice and how you were supposed to act down here. I took you under my wing, fed you fried green 'maters and sweet tea, gave you a slice of pie.... and told you that you just couldn't keep telling everyone to "bless their hearts".:)
4:38 AM

Sara said...
I remember when we ran into each other out in the woods when we were having redneck time with the families. We had a ragin drunk barn dance and the next morning we took the hoods off our trucks and hooked them up to the back of the 4 wheelers for a little redneck sledding. Lucky for Cousin John, there was no electric fences around.
9:30 AM

dorothy rothschild said...
Remember when I met you at your office to go to lunch with that roll of duct tape? And you let me in the back and we snuck up and duct taped the secretary to her chair so that she couldn't bolt out of the office just when you were about to leave to go to lunch with me? That was fun.

Kim Said... you guys are great, do you know that??

Down Memory Lane...

Since I seem to have a lack of time to post this week, I'm going to follow Idgie and Dottie and see if we can have a little fun with this.

Ok, here's the deal:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a completely made-up and fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want (let's keep it rated PG-13, please, because I'm a prude that way) - good or bad - but it has to be fake. Then copy the paragraph above on your own blog.

Flyby Post...

Still a little busy at work but had to share this one...
We're walking through wal-mart and she said, "Don't do anything with my bedspread. It's special and I'm going to want to keep it." (We're redoing the room for Lil'DD) ... I told her that I'll put it up in the closet for her but to trust me and that she is not going to want to put a freeking LAMBCHOP bedspread that she's had since she was six years old on her bed on base! Oh Lord help me...

Light & Carefree...

Ah, a trim does wonders for a gal's psyche... in fact, I feel so frisky I'm going to go out tonight and tackle some holiday shopping. Right after I tackle the mountain of work sitting here on my desk... sorry I haven't been by anybody's blog today. Work's a callin'...

Shut Up!

The stupid clock in the back office chimes every hour on the hour, reminding me we are just under the 2 week mark now until she leaves. 12 days in fact. I'd take the batteries out of the darn thing but that would really make the work day go by slow if work time stopped now wouldn't it?

I'll be back later with a post.

Update...

3rd post today, can you tell the office is totally dead and the sec is on her best behavior again?

...this is what I'm pondering now:

'They can because they believe they can'.

Pretty heavy stuff, huh?

Non-Political Post...

Cripes. Or more specifically, Crips.

I try really hard not to post about political subjects on here, because opinions are like assholes, everybody has one and I don't want to turn my blog into a political debate.

But I am watching and waiting on word about what Gov. Arnold S. out west is going to decide about Tookie Williams, co-founder of the Crips gang. I imagine, good old Swartzie, not having grown up on the streets of southern CA will probably stay the execution. And I'm really hoping he doesn't. This one definitely needs to be made an example of, regardless of the fact that he's writing childrens books and working the system now well enough to be nominated for a peace prize. If you haven't driven through neighborhoods near Watts in L.A., you aren't going to understand me. It's been scarier than shit down there for all of my lifetime. It's not one of those places you can stop in a well-lit area to use a payphone in the middle of the night. Trust me. I actually made this mistake once. I was driving through there with my pistol on the dash board of my car, (people usually don't travel those areas without some sort of weapon on them/in their vehicle...) I had one of my daughters with me, who was 1 year old at the time. It was about 3 a.m. and I was trying to find the right freeway to get to my half-sister's house in San Diego. I stopped at a deserted pay phone in the parking lot of a well-lit gas station, and by the time I picked up the receiver there were twenty people walking around the parking lot with clubs and sticks... not threatening me but making sure I knew they were there... One lady was pushing a stoller and came up to me and said ..."get in your car and go. Don't stop for anything or anybody. Just get the hell out of here." Pretty freaky. I was scared and never stopped near there again.

One of the reasons I moved away from CA almost 8 years ago is due to the fact that the gang problem is still present and spreading across all of southern CA. There hasn't been much in the news since the riots after the Rodney King beatings, but it's still there... I know that the execution of one man is not going to solve the problem or clean up the streets... that's the sad part.

So anyway, I'm watching. Waiting. And finished, with my non-political post.

Slow Moving Monday...

trying to get my days and nights turned back around after the weekend, it gets harder every year

Lots of drunk, screaming grey-haired luscious ladies. Nothing unusual. There's always a couple in every crowd... the sad part is, they think they're "all that" ...with all the bootie shaking and boobie bouncing trying to get attention... they never realize that we go home and laugh about them at the end of the night...

Glad to be home. Sorry, can't post more than that. Everything went well and I'm dragging my hiney this morning thanks to the late nights and heavy-pouring extra generous bartenders. Two drinks were my limit both nights but OMG they were strong ones...

Will try and find some stupid neutral subject to blog about later after several cups of coffee!

Lies & Secrets...

Short Friday, woohoo.

I haven't blogged at all in ages about my life as the wife, particularly because I really want to keep my anonymitiy and not be found. There's something to be said for being able to come here and kick my shoes off, let my hair down, and speak my mind without having to explain myself. But I'm going to try and sneak this post by the powers that be in the bloggers witness protection program. Just because I haven't written about it doesn't mean it hasn't been happening...

If you read my blog way back when you would know (whispering softly... )that DH and I own an entertainment business. That's most of the reason why we get to travel so much. (Whispering...) in addition to our regular jobs, Dh is an uh, how can I say this where google won't rat me off? hmmm... ok. Think - tribute artist. Now... think - dress up like a dead king and be hunka hunka burning love for the ladies? I've been told we put on a really good show. (Whispering again...) yeah, we have all those studded costumes and the sound equipment and the music and all that crap. A ton of it... Dh has a fantastic voice. Absolutely beautiful...
(shhh... I may have said too much, so if this post disappears next week, don't be surprised... k? I am not a fan of that particular entertainer, he died when I was really young and I missed that whole screaming & freaking out over the guy thing, but when DH sings the stuff, I like to listen to him...)

So, usually if we're going out of town or I'm leaving early and not talking about it, that's what I'm up to. This is going to be one of those weekends... (quietly...) have a gig tonight and another tomorrow night. Different locations... same city, eastern part of state...

Let's just say the biz lets us meet some uh, very ...interesting? people. (pssst!) The old ladies are a hoot to watch when they're having a good time...

Allrightythen. I'm going to disappear in a couple of hours and even though I'm not turning on the blogmail (not a long enough weekend, I'm afraid)... y'all are going to pretend like you don't know what I'm off doing or where I'm at, k? Secrets are meant to be kept (wink!) ;)

Have a wonderful weekend... and if you flip by CMT this weekend on the t.v.(supposed to be an all-elvi weekend --UGGH) think of me...

Waiting.

Waiting.
For the brown truck.
It came yesterday.
The box said 1 of 1.
It was awfully small.
I opened it.
Two were there
In the box
but two were not.
I called.
She said did the box
say 1 of 1?
It should have been
1 of 3
the rest would come today.
I worried about it all night.
Today.
Waiting
For the brown truck
I called again.
She said 2 more boxes would come today.
Waiting
For the brown truck.
It's raining.
I'm pacing.
Waiting
For the brown truck
To bring two boxes.
I have to open them
They must not be crushed.
Yesterday.
The box from the brown truck
brought two brand new
guitar cases
straight from the north pole
for DS and LilDD.
No good without
one more delivery
of two boxes
from the brown truck.
Today.
Waiting
for the brown truck.
Two more boxes.
Can't wait.
Kids will be so happy.
It's Christmas.
Their Christmas
on the brown truck.
Two boxes to go with
one box
delivered yesterday.
By the brown truck.
Inside the boxes
if they come
on the brown truck.
Will be two
brand new guitars
sent from Santa
on the brown truck.
I'm still waiting
for two boxes
and the brown truck.

Dial This Number, Please...

Yesterday I was full of delicious secrets to the point I was humming holiday carols at my desk, but the boss kept me so busy (and I've slept since then) that unfortunately the mood has been broken...

2 and 5 are the numbers for the day. Usually, they aren't very good numbers but today they seem to have some sort of interplanetary influence on my life. If I decide to get in a poker game. 2 and 5 are rotten cards unless you have an A, 3 and 4 to go with them and you are playing in an Omaha H/L game or if you are playing Badugi (another poker game that is hot right now), because then you'd have a wheel (A2345) and win the low or a chance at a Badugi win with 2 other good low cards... But since I still have a ton of work to do chances of making any sort of a poker hand are about nil.

2 and 5 are the reason I cried all the way to work this morning. 2 and 5 are the reason I breathed a sigh of relief when I got here after I cried. It is 25 degrees this morning. 25 degrees is not something to cry about however. 2.5 is the number of weeks left before Ms.STBB goes. And of course, that's what got me going. In the next 2.5 weeks she has to sign her will. Take her test for her driver's license. Pack her two days worth of clothes and her checkbook, debit card, and orders, the only part of her life she is allowed to take with her.

2 and 5 are also good numbers this morning, in a way. I have 2.5 days of work left this week. Looking forward to having half a day off Friday for another road trip. In 2.5 days, we'll be taking the last road trip together as a family with all the kids at home. It's a working trip, but together nonetheless. The bad thing about it is in 2.5 days, it will the very last one.

2 and 5 also have to do with holiday shopping, I'm afraid. there are 2.5 weeks left to get that shopping finished. I have ordered 2 big presents from the list of DS and BabyGirlDD, and Ms.STBB has 5 things on her list of permissible items that she would like me to get for her.

2 and 5. 2 and 5. 2 and 5. No matter how you look at it, it's 2 and 5.
If I were the sort of person who hated, I would definitely hate 2 and 5.

But hey, in 2.5 weeks I will finally be able to start playing poker again. Because I won't have to worry about it taking time from being a mom. That could make 2 and 5 be a very good thing.

About Stuff.

Goodmoodtodaybuthaveastackofworktogetdone
realquickthenI'lltrytogetbackandpostsomethingterriffic.

12:30 Monday...

I deleted my post from this morning, sorry it deleted your comments too...

I'm in a pissy mood today.

The tree went up yesterday. By the time the lights were on it, I wanted to pick it up and throw it out in the yard.

On the way to work this morning, all that was playing on the radio was that stupid holiday crap. I turned it off.

At lunch today, I went to the bank. Drive through. The wombat working the window sent candy canes back with my deposit slip. I wanted to send them back through the tube shooter and tell her where she could put them.

I turned the radio on. Again, all that was playing was that stupid holiday crap. I turned it off.

After the bank, I drove through KFC to grab a snacker and a soda. The idiot in the drive through was wearing a santa hat and wished me happy holidays.

I've only made it halfway through my list of blogs to read and seems like everybody else is pretty as much as grumpy as I am. Kinda makes it tough to get my mind off things and get lost in other people's lives for a few minutes...

I was growling when I got here this morning, and still am.

I've Been Tagged Again!

My Favorite Things
Ms Dorothy Rothschild/soon to be Mrs. Benchley tagged me for this meme:

Name 5 simple pleasures that you like most, then pick 5 people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.

1. Sitting at a hold-em table. Preferrably winning.

2. Finding something new to discover that I haven't experienced yet before.

3. aw, heck. I suck at these.

4. Seeing my children smile, learn, laugh or discover something new that they haven't experienced yet before.

5. All of the above. Especially No. 1.

Ick. I really really suck at those. Ok. Let's see... since Dottie and Idgie have already been tagged, I'm going to say...

Jaye Sara Val Linda and Tig You're It!

About... Stolen Moments

I envisioned stacks of boxes taking up all of the closets for the next dozen years, but it isn't happening like that. Over the past couple of months, she has thrown out, and given away most of the junk. She has it down to three boxes. I giggle behind my hand at what is most important to her now... her hat collection. Her purse collection. Her strict instructions to her sister about not removing the racing posters from the wall until she tells her to... her hope chest. I told her to leave her clothes in her drawers until she gets her first leave then she can go through them and take back with her what she decides she wants to keep (I'm sure it will be little or nothing, but we'll see. She's sentimental about souviner t-shirts and things like that...). She's packing a little at a time. Last night, she went through her hope chest. I made it for her the Christmas right after she turned 7. My sister's was full of new dishes and linens and crap when she was that age. But no, not she. She brought to me ticket stubs, "Hey, Mom! Remember when we..." oh yes, I remember. She pulled out her porcelain doll and took it out of the box and hugged it. Then she went through her button collection. She passed a stack of them off to her brother. SADD. Say No To Drugs. I saw one with a kitten on it go to her sister. She kept two. One was her Class of 2005 pin. The other, well, suprised the heck out of me. The other button was a good sized blue one. It says "I have a new baby brother..." and the name of the hospital where DS was born. It was given to her by a nurse when she was 13 MONTHS OLD the day the boy was born. I had no idea she'd stashed it away all these years and it was that important to her. Amazing.

The other two are like the gruesome twosome right now. No hateful words or sibling rivalry. It's almost scarey. While the other one was doing the walk down memory lane through the hope chest... the other two were sitting on the couch teaching each other new songs on the guitar. It always freaks me out when they actually get along...

Then this morning. I was pulling my boots on under my jeans getting ready to run out the door to work. Katie and Matt were interviewing a family where the mother put the kids crap on E-bay for sale. She rushed up to me and hugged me and said, "Mom! Don't sell my stuff on Ebay, please???"

I wouldn't dream of it sweetheart...

Rabbits! Rabbits!

Don't forget -- if Rabbits Rabbits is the first thing you say on the first day of the month, it will bring you good luck :)

...not quite sure why I need luck right now, I'm not playing any poker until after Christmas, but what the heck! So far I'm still struggling w/ the smoking thing, maybe it will help there LOL

Ok. Feeling much better today (three females with PMS is NOT a good thing to have in your house when your kid is getting ready to leave home, that's for sure!)

Need to go post something on my other blog...