The end of Summer 2010

I know it's been a while, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything good, so I've tried to limit what I do write to Facebook so it gets lost amidst the posts =)

I went to TX for 4 days (July 30th - Aug 2nd) to attend my Dad's wedding on July 31st...or, watch his last funeral, as he put it. That was interesting, to say the least. It was nice to meet my cousin Dan, my new step-sister and her family, and to see my nephew and my best friends from Barksdale...I ate, a LOT.

Dad and Teresa came here for a week (Aug 3rd-10th). In the middle of all that, Bill came home for his first vacation in roughly 9 years (Aug 5th-13th). We didn't go anywhere, but managed to have a good time amidst the chaos anyway.

We had no air conditioning in the car or the apartment for the hottest weekend of the year, that all got fixed. Then the radiator in the car decided to explode in the Mall parking lot. I'm VERY happy that if it had to happen, it did it when it did! It was one week before my first day of college and Bill was home to deal with it, Dad and Dennis were around to follow and take me to get parts, and I turned into a bawling basket case under so much pressure that I nearly exploded and had to be replaced myself!

The Sioux Empire Fair started on the 10th, Dad and Teresa left that afternoon. On the 11th we went to the fair, I nearly ate myself into a coma consuming fair food; nachos, turkey legs, chislic, philly cheesesteaks, chicken kabobs, funnel cakes...O.M.G! That night we went to Clay Walker, Tasha nearly had a severe meltdown in the pre-concert noise, but I managed to talk her down until the music started, then she had a BLAST. Other than the fair, we went swimming one day (Granny T went with us so Tasha thought that was cool), we went bowling with the whole family here (Dennis and his family, Dad, Teresa, Nana and Nick, Bill, Tasha and I), we had ice cream at Cold Stone, we ate out at HuHot and the Olive Garden (!mmmm!), looked at the duplex and decided to move, went to Tasha's registration, my laptop orientation, and just generally enjoyed our last week of summer freedom. I was actually sad that it ended. :(

Next year Bill gets two weeks of vacation and I don't care who's ass it chaps, we are doing SOMETHING away from home...even if it's just camping!

I'll start posting on school soon. Be afraid, very afraid.

People = Hurt...Always.

I can not let other people, and their negative attitudes, poor judgement, and/or irrational behavior, dictate my attitude and/or emotional state...I am responsible for my own reaction, attitude and/or emotions, I am NOT responsible for everyone else or THEIR un/happiness.

Those that I let in will hurt me, this is a proven fact. I need to not be so shocked and vulnerable when blindsided with some hurtful perception that another person has of me. It takes me way too long to overcome emotional pain, therefore it's best that I just don't let people in to begin with.

Summer Vacation...

Some days I wish that I wouldn't have been quite so successful at teaching my children not to play in traffic....like today.

To My Family....

Dear Husband and Children,

I love you. I am thankful that you are mine. Yes, every one of you!

Bill; I REALLY couldn't have asked for a better husband. I can't think of anyone that would have been a better father for our children. I love you, Babe, forever.

Jess, Devin, Jeremy, Chris and Tasha; I am EXTREMELY proud of the individual's you have all become. I would not trade ANY of you for a different kid, not ONE. I love the quirky things that make you all individual, the little things that make you all who you are, even if they do drive me completely NUTS at times. :)

I just wanted to tell you that, in case you didn't know.

All My Love,
Your Wife/Mother (or Nudder Mudder)

Sexy boots??

I must admit, it's always kinda been a fantasy of mine to have a pair of super sexy knee, or thigh, high black boots to wear to bed one night, hopefully only shocking my husband into fantasy land and not actually sending him to the hospital in the midst of a heart attack from laughing so hard....somehow I pictured them in conforming leather with heels, instead of padded with velcro though....

Alien Erotica....

Yeah, I know, it's completely intriguing isn't it. Say it, go ahead, just SAY IT...put some sexy in your voice and just let it roll off your tongue all nice and slow...now you're addicted, you'll be sayin' it in place of everything now...trust me, you WILL. Alien eRotiCaaaaaa.....

Anyhow, this came from a FB post made by a friend of mine that does online writing for a living. She came across an ad for writing "Paranormal Erotica", they were paying a penny per word for accepted submissions of up to 5000 words. I've been SERIOUSLY contemplating it, but I keep coming back to a picture in my head of geeky little Trekky alien freaks, in their little silver space ships, with glowing green hard-ons, needin' a little sumpin' sumpin'....EWWWWW.