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I am not a typical woman. I hate shopping 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Today I took the dramas shopping. Let me tell you that I as I age, my tolerance level for shopping with my kids is getting shorter and shorter. It isn't that they act up in the store because they don't usually. Lord knows we've been known to leave an entire basket of groceries because they've pushed the final button. That isn't where my frustration comes in though. Instead, I think it is the plain and simple fact that they are with me. That sounds awful and I cringe as I write it. I have become so focused on my task at hand, on my overwhelming desire to get my groceries and get the hell out of the store lest I spend more time outside of my house, my comfort zone, than I absolutely have too. I get irritated at constantly having to keep track of where they are and move them out of my way and out of the path of other people. I get irritated that they are standing by the cart, where I told them to stand. I get irritated having to move them to grab something of the shelf. I get Read more:woman
28 days 1970-01-01 00:59:59 8 tried being sick again this morning but I wasn't going for it this time. I know the difference between real sick (like yesterday when she laid on her bed until we left and did not pack a bag of crap to take to the office, then slept all day) and this morning sick with fake cough included. I think she is worrying herself sick. Again. Generally her worries present as a tummy ache and/or headache. I gave her Pepto and a Tylenol. I asked what was bothering her. She replied that she was worried that Aunt J won't come down. My mom intuition thinks there is more to it than that. I think she is combo worried about a myriad of issues including but not limited too Aunt J, the Vile Teenager, being away from all of her other family in Utah, her dad driving to Utah this weekend, her school boundaries changed so she has to go to a new school next year, her best friend is moving to another state and on top of that, she is really struggling with her math. When she doesn't understand something
WTF? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Saturday, in a vain attempt at covering the 17 grey hairs I've grown, I dyed my hair a shade darker brown than it is naturally. I was very impressed with the color and especially liked the slight red hue it gave. I thought it turned out quite well. I also had a highlight kit from a few months ago that I never used so I thought I'd dye Saturday and highlight Sunday for a new summer hairdo. I took the girls to lunch Saturday before we did the horrible shopping. While we were sitting their eating TheMan called. 8 answered my cell and I heard her say "Dad, did you know that Mom looks like a vampire?" I got wide eyed and she shrugged and said "well, you do with your hair so dark" I blew off the comment when 6 said I really didn't look like a vampire. And even if I was a vampire, I wouldn't be the kind who eats kids. Whatever. Sunday I took the dramas to see Ice Age 2: The Meltdown. I wore one of my new summer tops. It was a spaghetti string blue number. As we
Did you see Chris sing on American Idol last night... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Did you see Chris
sing on American
Idol last night? If TheMan weren't sitting right next to me, I would have ripped off my panties and humped the TV screen. ******************** I had the following email conversation with TheMan yesterday: From: TheManSent: Tuesday, April 25, 2006 1:04 PMTo: mywifeSubject: this weekend What can I do to make you smile? From: usedtobemeSent: Tuesday, April 25, 2006 1:05 PMTo: TheManSubject: RE: this weekend Paint the girls' bedrooms. From: TheManSent: Tuesday, April 25, 2006 1:15 PMTo: usedtobemeSubject: RE: this weekend That isn't what I was thinking. I mean what can I do to make you smile in a sexy way? From: usedtobemeSent: Tuesday, April 25, 2006 1:21 PMTo: TheManSubject: RE: this weekend Paint the girls' bedrooms naked. He hasn't replied yet. Read more:American Idol
Thursday Thirteen #17 1970-01-01 00:59:59 1…. I have an allergy headache today. Not too much pain, but enough to distract me from what I need to get done today. And I want to gouge my eyeballs out of my head because they itch like crazy!!!! 2…. I have been doing five minutes each, for the past three days at the tanning salon. At this rate, I figure I'll have just enough color to look healthy again by next week. Yay! I'll not become addicted, nor anger the tanning gods. I just want to look healthy. You are probably thinking to yourself that I could have saved $40 and just went outside for 5 minutes per day. Au Contraire. You see, when I get home at night, after dinner and homework and baths, the sun has set and it is dark outside. On top of that, I can't really lay out in the backyard naked. It just doesn't work for me. TheMan maybe, but not for me. 3…. Saturday is 8's birthday. Obviously, she is turning 9. She hasn't told me yet what she wants for her birthday with the exception of a new Magic Treehouse book Read more:Thursday
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Thursday Thirteen #16 1970-01-01 00:59:59 1…. A BIG OLE' HAPPY BIRTHDAY goes out to Bitter Bitch today. I think she is 29 this year and looking great. I love the hat! Happy birthday BB. Have a great one. 2…. I'm back to feeling semi normal. No more soul cleansing for this girl. At least not this week. My best friend pointed out that I'm probably having a semi-mid life crisis. I'm pushing the big FOUR-OH and now that I've obtained my BA, I don't have any real goal to pursue and that has me feeling lost I guess. Law school is still a big fat hairy IF so I don't consider that a goal quite yet. My whole life I've been pushing toward a goal of some type. When I was in college the first time around, I met TheMan. Just as I graduated that time, we got married. Then I had a baby. Then I had another baby. Then I was standing in the kitchen one night, feeding baby #2, cooking dinner and thinking to myself that there must be more out there for me. That is when I went back to school for my BA. That was the goal Read more:Thursday
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Throbbing desires 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I had a dream last night. I was in Duchesne, Utah, on a farm I think. It was a crappy house, old and broken. Wood floors, a beat up kitchen counter made of wood. Beautiful view of the mountains and land. The house was mostly dirty with tons of canned food around. I don't know why I was there. It was summer time and very hot. There was no air conditioning. My uncle was there but I don't know which one. Only that he was an uncle. I was waiting for my love to arrive. He didn't know he was my love. We weren't to that point yet. We were still in the early, flirty, sparks-a-flyin' stage. We met on the farm. He couldn't spell my name. Don't know why he needed it. He was on the phone answering questions and he asked me my name. He leaned into me and I was leaning backwards over a counter. I spelled it out for him "usedtobeme", his lips were close enough to feel my breath and he said "what" and I said U S E D T O B E M E in a deep, husky voice. My sexy phone voice. My lip Read more:Throbbing
Observations 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I'm an observer. I observe things. People mostly. I could sit in the food court of a mall and watch people all day. We are peculiar creatures. That is what makes us so interesting I guess. No two are alike. When I worked as a cocktail waitress, I was truly in my element. Loud music, loads and loads of people to watch and I got paid to be there. I miss those days…So, as I observe people and shake my head, some questions don't get answered. Some quirks never explain themselves. Some personality traits are more than just how someone was raised or what manners they learned. My MIL is a good example of this. As she has aged, she has changed into a bitter, mean woman. I don't know how she was many years (or husbands) ago, but I can tell you that she has changed even in the last 12 years for the worse. The older she gets, the more she believes she is royalty and should be treated as such.I am at home this moring waiting for a client to call. If she doesn't call in the next 20 minute
Thursday Thirteen #15 - More Dirty Family Secrets 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Preface: I am (again) writing this list as a soul cleansing. No other reason. I'm not looking for sympathy or family bashing. Please, feel free to comment but keep it polite and constructive. This is my family and as dysfunctional as they have and continue to be, they are still my family and I've forgiven them for their many, many discretions. Thank you.1…. I remember once getting a whipping with a metal spatula (my mom was fond on the metal serving spoons with holes in them too) because some crotchety old man said I stuck my tongue out at him. I didn't. That is when I learned that grownups lie. I was between 9 and 10 years old. To this day, I don't own a metal spatula or spoon.2…. Another time I lit two stick matches on fire, blew out the flame and stuck them on my sisters arm and said "are these hot?" They burned her of course. My mom took after me with a 2×2 piece of wood. I thought I would outsmart her and just as she swung with the board, I sat my ass on the floo Read more:Thursday
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cranky 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I was in a mood when I got home last night. I was cranky
and hot and didn't really care to interact with other human beings. The dramas could tell as soon as I walked in the house. They immediately went and did their own thing. The dogs could tell too. They met me at the door and then laid right down on the floor. TheMan, well, he isn't so bright. I don't know what he said or asked me. I shot him a look that made his wiener crawl between his butt cheeks and he stayed on the couch the rest of the night. I fixed dinner, did dishes, a load of laundry, helped 8 pull some internet info on Robert E. Lee, helped 6 read a book, told them both about the Easter egg hunt tomorrow a.m. and got them in bed dreaming about Easter and bunnies and coloring eggs. I ran a very hot bath at nine p.m. and got out at 11p.m. with the water still warm. TheMan was asleep when I crawled into bed. I am not better today.
six things about me 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I've been tagged. Wystful1 over at …Thanks for the Memories tagged me with this meme. I have to pick six things
that are weird about myself and post them. That should be easy. The hard part is picking which six to use! 1. I love plain graham crackers dunked in pink lemonade. Mmmm. 2. Like wystful1, I too can pick up items with my toes. In fact, TheMan teases me that in my spare time I hang from trees because of my monkey toes. My daughters can do it too. 3. I don't like spaghetti, lasagna, pizza, well most Italian foods really. Yet I married an Italian man who would eat those dishes three times a week if I'd let him. So would my kids. Sickos. 4. My favorite food is salad. Lettuce, cheese, avocado, green onion, crumbled Ritz crackers and blue cheese dressing. I could eat that every day. mmm salad. 5. I don't like water. I don't like the taste of water. I don't want to drink it. I try with lemon, I've tried with flavoring, I've tried with ice. I
Happy birthday Boog! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 My my my how time flies when you are growing up. Just yesterday it seems you were a little dark haired baby with big eyes full of wonder and excitement. Now here you are turning 9 years old. You have grown so mature and wise in your few years. I beam with pride when I think of you and what you"ve accomplished in your life as well as the things that you've done and experienced. I"ve picked three photos to add to this post. The first one is the infamous roller coaster ride when you almost choked 6 to death. You love that story and would let me tell it over and over. When you were four days old, you were put in the hospital due to an inexplicable fever of 100.3°. The doctors didn't know what was causing the fever. They took you right out of my arms and began tests and probing and prodding you. They did a spinal tap. They admitted you that day and we were in the hospital for the next 9 days. I didn"t leave. I showered at the hospital. Dad would come up every day aft Read more:Happy
Mandatory VD 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Here it is. Mandatory
VD posting. Not the itching, burning kind either. When you've been married as long as me, VD is more for the kids. New lovers, etc. The Man and I will have dinner tonight. Because we usually eat every night so this won't really be different. The dramas will get their VD bags and all will be happy for awhile. The boy is banned from any partying or going out with his friends until he pays me back the $110 it cost to fix his tires. Apparently, it wasn't glass he ran over but rather, he "looked down at my phone and must have hit the curb" Musta been one helluva curb.Hit the curb so hard it flattened both tires and bent his strut and bent his back rim. He spent every dime he had on the new tires. We paid for the new rim and he has to work at the restaurant this weekend to get the money for new strut because that is another $80 that I don't have. I'm not sure what it is about the men in my life thinking that money just falls out of my ass. The M
asshole 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I fully understand that we don't get to pick when others disappoint us. Or make us angry. Or irritated. Or anything else that is outside of our realm of control. However, none of that is any comfort to me when my little brother pisses me off. Or disappoints me. Or, on rare occasion, both.The phone rang at 2:15 a.m. last night. I knew it was him because he is the only asshole
who calls me. Let alone calls after he knows The Man is in bed (because he gets up and goes to work at 4:30 a.m.).I hear the familiar voice saying "can I talk to my sister please" I figure he has been drinking because he only refers to me as "my sister" so he doesn't have to talk to The Man. He only doesn't talk to The Man when he has been drinking.I remember something about a flat tire and needing a tire iron and where to bring it.I stumble out of bed and The Man gets up to find the tire iron. I drive to where he is, fully awake now and a bit on the cranky side. But hey, at least he wasn'
An Open Letter 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Dear Fuckwads:I am the wrong person to cry to about not having a day off in nine straight days. You whiney bastard. Find someone else to cry to about your headache and neck pain from the LONG hours you are putting in. When you signed on to be an attorney, you were told your hours would be between 50 and 65 per week. Until you are a partner, or have some seniority, you work the shit hours. We all do. Get the fuck over yourself. You want to make more money? EARN IT! Try not leaving at 3:30 p.m. three times a week for a massage. Oh, or try this: when you come into he office, maybe you could work more and talk to your wife less? Ya think? To all of my attorneys with stay at home wife/mothers, I really do not understand why it is that YOU cannot get your time or case reports to me because you have to stay home with the sick kid today? What does your wife do again? To the big boss, if you tell me one more time that bills need to go out on the first of the month, I am going to vomi Read more:Letter
Make a new friend...or not 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I got this weird email over the weekend and I thought it was spam and I nearly deleted it but, because I am anal, and into self inflicted pain, I wanted to read the whole email first. Ya know, to make sure it was really spam I was deleting and not something important. Or at least, not something I should read to take up an extra two minutes in my pathetic, boring life and clog my brain with more useless information. Anyway, the email was from another blogger who saw the RFS Blog Awards and wanted exposure to some new reads. I'm helping her out. I've nominated two blogs over there and if you so feel the need, you should too. Or at least introduce yourself to her and she come say hi. I've quoted her here: Leesa is having a little contest called "Battle of the Bloggers." Please visit her blog to see the details. So there you go. Have fun. I'll be around this week. Read more:friend
A meme for the weekend 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Ms. Chatty (the other one) snagged this meme from HHM and I snagged it from her...Instructions: Look at the list of books below.*Bold the ones you've read*Italicize the ones you want to read*leave blank the ones that you aren't interested in. If you are reading this, tag your it! 1.The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)2.Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)3.To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee) 4. Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell)5. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Tolkien)6. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkien)7. The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (Tolkien)8. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery)9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)10.A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)11.Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Rowling) 12.Angels and Demons (Dan Brown)13.Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Rowling)14. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving) 15. Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden)16.Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Rowling)17. Fall on Your Knees(Ann-Marie MacD
Thursday Thirteen - #??? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Thirteen Things That Have Irritated/Angered/Pissed Me Off This Week1….Don't forget to go vote for your fav blogs (and me of course) in the Really Fucking Stupid Blog Awards. (This doesn't piss me off but shameless plugs may piss off someone else so I found it apropos to post here)2…. Call me stupid, crazy, senseless, shameless, silly, dumb, redneck, uneducated or whatthefuckeveryouwanttoo but I liked Anna Nicole and I am sad and angry that she has died - especially now that there is a baby out there without a mother. Regardless of how fucked up that mother may have been.3…. Clappy shoes. Ya know, those sandals that women wear that have no strap so the sole claps up on their heel with every damned step they take. Clap Clap Clap. Clap Clap Clap. Those annoy the shit out of me.4…. Attorneys who for the life of them, cannot figure out how to properly bill for shit or write a legible description to save their lives. And I'll add to this list impatient attorneys who make me Read more:Thursday
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Really Fucking Stupid Blog Awards 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I have been nominated for the "blogger most likely to swear at least seven times in one post" award. AND I have some very stiff competition in the likes of Miss Ann but ey R noot askeered.Please take a minute and go vote for me (or some other person if you see fit as there are some really good blogs over there). You can vote until the 21st then you're shit outta luck.My votes are going here:Most romantic male blogger:As if there could be any other than SatanMost romantic female blogger:No preferenceBlogger most likely to swear at least 7 times in one post:Me. Um, hellloooBlogger most likely to blog while on the toilet:Pointless Drivel - Mr. Fab. I heart him.Sweetheart of the blogging world:Oh My God Yall - because if you knew her you'd agree.Blogger most likely to stop blogging in 6 months:Mr. CFP. I've read his blog. I agree. Although, he doesn't."The happiest place on Earth!" blog: It is like a grown up Didney Lannn I Talk 2 MuchBlogger most likely to get nothing m Read more:Stupid
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yesterday sugar, today coffee 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Ya'll know how my morning went from yesterdays post. Well it didn't get any better as the day wore on. At work life was hell. I enjoy being busy as the day goes much faster. However, I don't enjoy attorneys who hold on to large projects, then give them to me at 3:30 p.m. with instructions that they must go out TODAY and there are only like eight different parties that I have make copies and send the stuff too. I made 756 copies at 3:30 p.m. yesterday, the copier ran out of paper and toner, as I was applying postage, I ran out of that too. Just when I was ready to get out my trusty FUCK IT stamp, things began to cooperate. When I got home, I made Chicken Alfredo and salad and we proceeded to eat like there was no tomorrow. 6 tried telling me she wasn't going to eat it but I threatened to beat her with a stick and she quickly came around. Once she opened her mouth and took a bite, she looked at me and said "Ya know, this is actually pretty good" Go figure, you've only bee
I got issues 1970-01-01 00:59:59 There is something about this card that I can relate to. No, I am not a scowl wearing elderly person. Nor am I a green witch with an eye patch. And, contrary to popular belief, my other car is not a broom. Hello. My name is Usedtobeme, and I fly off the handle. First, let me say that I'm not violent. I don't hit, shove, call names or throw things. Rather I yell. If you ask my kids, I yell A LOT. Oh, and I've been known to give a swat on the rear end when necessary. The strange thing is that when, on the rare occasion, that I am disagreeing with TheMan, I don't yell at him. I'm ever so mellow, passive, quiet and patient. However, when it comes to my kids, I apparently morph into some green faced, eye patch wearing psycho witch from hell that tends to fly off her handle at the smallest things. Take this evening for example. I came home in an okay mood. I was a little miffed that I stayed at work until 4:45 waiting for a phone call that never came, but it is Friday and I have a
Weirdness 1970-01-01 00:59:59 So I had this weird dream this morning that woke me up. I was taking the dramas to school. I walked them in and took them to their classes and I started talking to another teacher. She was the music teacher. She was also a woman I met in real life, who happened to be the music teacher at the school the dramas went to last year. She was a potential buyer on our old house and I met her when she came to look one day. We chatted for like, ten minutes so I'm weirded out that she is now in my dreams. Anyway, we are chatting and there is some big assembly thing going on and the kids in the school are setting up these tent things in the school yard. Then I see my old boss who I worked for when I did criminal defense work. Except, in my dream, he was the principal of the school. So I see him and I am thinking to myself, when did he become the principal and what happened to his practice? So I waive him over and he give me the "just a minute' sign. I go looking for a coke Read more:Weirdness
More Weirdnesssssssss 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Another weird dream last night. I think there were two but they sorta ran together so I am not really sure. The first one, I was in my room and someone brought in this big ass python. This thing was 12 to 15 feet long. Its head was like, eight or nine inches long and five to six inches wide. The person (whose face I never see) was holding it and the snake was coiled around his arm. He kept telling me to pet it. So I did and then the snake tried to coil around me. I moved and suddenly there was this other guy behind me to stop the snake from coiling around my body and strangling me. Soon, I held out my arm and the snake was on my arm and I was petting it and then I was in a car, with the snake and the same faceless guy. The snake kept trying to get on my dashboard to lay but I was afraid it would slither into one of the heat vents so I kept grabbing it and pulling it toward me. Then I grabbed it, put it back on my arm and suddenly the snake had fur and it wasn't a snake a
Boobies! 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Lets talk about boobs, and I don't mean the George W. Bush kind. I'm talking breasts. Bodacious ta tas, mommy pillows, bosoms, milk-secreting glandular organs. Ya know, boobies. Mine are out there. On the internet I mean (one time, my former self. Calm down). They are also large. Nice large. Not hang to my knees large. Not roll down my socks to show of my tits large. Just nice large, firm, breasteses. Borderline double D. This will be important in a minute. 9 is just tall enough that she is eye level with my mammoth mammories. If she is facing me and I hug her, her little cheeks get all squashed between my breasts and her face gets all scrunched up and I cannot help but laugh and laugh and kiss her forehead and she thinks hugging ol' mom is more fun than video games. Plus, I have to get in all the hugs I can now before she turns into a vile hormonal teenager. So, the other night, we were standing in line at the grocery store. I was talking to 9 and she ha
The Weekend 1970-01-01 00:59:59 What I said would happen: * Laundry - fold and put away (since I have about 5 loads stacked on the dog kennel from last weekend and all of this week's to do still) * Sweep floors * Mop floors * Have The Boy clean his and dramas' bathroom * Clean out garage so I can park in there * Work on billing and get more time entered since those three lazy ass attorneys just gave me time for 2/7 through 2/22 on Friday afternoon. Fucks. What happened in real life: * Slept in* Long Hot game of Monopoly Here & Now with 9 walking away the land guru* 2 hour hot bath * Finished a book - The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood * Watched last week's TiVo'd episode of 24 and House and it felt damn good too Read more:Weekend
Where does she get this stuff? 1970-01-01 00:59:59 The following took place in my bathroom this morning. 7: (goes in to toilet area and shuts door) 7: Mom? Me: What? 7: Why does it need to be quiet to go number two? Me: Shakes head and smiles. I don’t know honey. I guess you need to concentrate. 7: 9? 9: What? 7: Would it be weird if I ask Mrs. Teacher that? 9: (Looks at me appalled and eyes wide) Um, Yes! (Mouth hangs open) Read more:stuff
The dark side of me 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I had the most horribly nightmare last night/this morning. I don’t know where we lived but it was some sort of a duplex or apartment that was located in the middle of a trailer park of all things. 9 and I were at some kind of an outdoor event and we were sitting on these benches. 9 was about 3 rows in front of me. She had on shorts and a loose tank top. There was an older man sitting next to her. His name was Claude. I don’t know anyone named Claude. Claude and 9 are sitting on the bench and he is rubbing her back and she is talking to him and smiling and in my dream I know him. However, as in real life, I am eagle eye watching this man with my daughter. I watch his hands when he rubs her back and where his hands are when he hugs her. I watch him pick up a pop tab and look at her back, glance at me out of the corner of his eye, and then he drops the pop tab down her shirt where it falls into the back of her shorts. She turns to look at her back and she looks at him and h
A wowd to the withe 2007-03-03 00:34:00 Be vewy vewy cawful when you ah lickin embelopeth tho you do nod ged a papew cuth on your thung.You can dank me ladorps - it hurts like a bitch!pps - did you know your tongue just bleeds and bleeds?ppps - please say hi to my new renter. I don't know them yet but I will by the weekend.
Hey there 2007-03-07 21:40:00 Busy busy busy. That’s me. Interviewing for new receptionist/secretary. Should lighten my load considerably. I may have some resemblance of a life by mid-April. Just in time for the big trip to Disney Land. The trip I am not so excited for. I probably would be, if it were my idea, or I had some say in the planning of said trip, etc. However, The Man’s mom gave us the trip for Christmas. This I am most certainly not bitching about.However, she and her husband who I don’t care much for, are going with us. Strike one. We are driving. Together. In the same car. Strike two. She booked the trip over the last two working days of the month. Which means I’ll be pounding out billable hours and stressing and nagging my attorneys more than normal, only to come home from my vacation and have to jump right in feet first so bills can go out on May 1. Strike three. I have a little over 49 days to obsess and dread and make myself sick about this. Wish me luck.
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