Things I missed Out On

Failed drug test

Moved in with some girl

Begging family members for money

Mooching of the mother

Stealing Pawpaw's lawnmower

Threatening death

Tears in vain

KracK KoKaine

I went to dinner with the BIL tonight. It was nice. Afterwards we drove around looking for somewhere that was open we could all hang out at for a while. Luckily we found a book store with one more hour to closing. So, we enter, split up, and eventually find each other right before we leave to depart each others company. Funny... hugh!?

The hubby and I are driving home and we realize we are within "spitin' distance" of the local Krispy Kreme. YUM! We of course bought one dozen original glazed and one dozen of choc covered custard filled/choc covered cream filled.

I really can't wait until the holiday is over....I can't stop eating them! I think they must put drugs in yummy foods like this. Although, when I checked out their homepage, I was relieved to know that all ingrediants used were "kosher"!!!!!

Ha!

LMFAO

Everyone say a BIG thank you to The Daily Bacon for finding such a gem.

Where the hell?......

Where the hell has RMW
been over the last few months. Remember people, it went off the grid. Sucked up into some kindda' blogger black hole. WTF?!?!

Now, it appears that it has bee restored.

I have worked to bring this blog up to par. And now, after all that....it JUST reappears!!!! Uggggghhhhh!

Thank You Blogger, but I'm tired and don' t feel like moving AGAIN!!!

So, all old post can be viewed here.

Non-Springer Thanksgiving

Well, the turkey day has passed. It was rather uneventful. Which was nice for a change. I didn't get cussed out or made fun of. I even didn't get to leave my family get together in tears as I usually do. It was great.

I did have to miss out on seeing parts of my family I really like. I guess that everything costs something. Nothin' is for free.

My brother in law is gallivanting around in the Garden State as we speak. I hope he'd havin' a good time. I missed him at the Jordan/Carty bash. It was nice though.

D got to take his mom for a spin in the Vette. She said it reminded her of riding a horse. Funny how LIFE makes a circle when you least expect it.

Tagged Holiday Style!

Thanks to The Lesley, the WHOLE world has been tagged. I think that includes me. Happy Thanksgiving people!


1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
I am torn, I like them both.

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Wrap.

3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
I like the white lights on outside. No tree for us.

4.Do you hang mistletoe?
No. My cats would eat it!

5. When do you put your decorations up?
when I get off my lazy ass.

6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?
Chicken/turkey & dressing. Homemade of course. I hate the boxed stuff!

7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child:
Receiving a 3 story Barbee house as a gift. Yep, it had an elevator!

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
When I was awakened my noise coming from the living room. My parents were putting together my bike.

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
Yes, with immediate family usually.

10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?
We don't put up a tree. We light candles instead.

11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?
LOVE,LOVE,LOVE it!!!!!

12. Can you ice skate?
Never tried.

13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
Hello people, of course it was the Barbee house in #7.

14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?
Seeing my family and donating toys to our fire department.

15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?
Pumpkin pie!!!! YUMMY!

16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Hanging out with my husbands immediate family.

17. What tops your tree?
Again, no tree.

18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?
It use to be receiving, but now it's giving.

19. What is your favorite Holiday Song?
Ya' know Adam Sandler sings it...Oh yeah, the Hanukah song!

20. Candy Canes?
Small minty ones. Preferably spearmint green!


Now, even though I am sure these people are already tagged by the above mentioned blanket tagging of The Lesley, I tag: Spinlizzy, Blanc Noir, and that guy with the juicy brain. So,get to bloggin' people! 'Cause tag, you're it!
Happy Holidays!

I am very thankful for...

1. G-d.
2. My husband and his love.
3. My family that loves me unconditionally.
   
4. My small circle of friends, no matter how loose that circle becomes.
   
5. Our home.
   
6. The animals that we have and their love for us.
7. A good job and a great manager.
8. The ability to donate food and money to the less fortunate.
9. Forgiveness
10. Life
    

Lighten the load....(on my chest).

I am very tired tonight. So forgive me if I ramble. I have some things to get off my chest and well, if you're reading this, then I have an audience.

I know that I generally don't get all talky and shit, but here goes.

I have not spoken to my mother since sometime in July. For me this has been a relatively good decision. Now, I found myself trying to decide if I will make an appearance at Thanksgiving dinner at my grandmother's house. The mother parental will be there. Of course my asshole brother will be there as well.

He is really the main reason, I guess, that I have not spoken to them since summer.

My brother is 10 yrs younger than me. Hey is a punk. Last time I asked, he had lost his...oh 16th job. He dropped outta' school and mooches off my mom. Of course for some reason my mother is under some sort of fucking spell that he was placed on her. I swear, he could set her hair on fire and she would ask why we were pissed of at him.

So enough of the background. My bro ,J, calls my house several times in aug,june,and july to tell me that he ran into this person and that person. Problem is they are all my ex boyfriends. HELLO!!!! Why the FUCK would I care about what they are doing?!?!? There is a reason they are the Ex-s!

The fact that J is just a general fuck pisses myself and my husband off, but now he's calling to tell me that he saw so and so that I use to date. D is not happy about that.

The last time J called it was the same bullshit. I blessed him out and he said some stupid shit like, "can't a nigga' ask a question?!?".

Hello your fucking white!

So I hung up, called the mother of this piece of shit, she hung up on me!!! URGHHHHHHH!

So, I called and left a rather fantastic message on their machine. Grow up people! (I am sure I said fuck at least 4 times in said message).

I guess I got my point across, 'cause aint a soul called. Fuck 'em.

So I will go to D's family stuff. His mother has always loved me no matter what. That's unconditional. No matter if I'm bein' a bitch or not, she still loved me...
Also, I got a pretty good brother outta' the deal to. Thanks R.

Yes, there are lots of things no one knows that happened to me as I was growing up. There are harsh feelings toward my mother for other things, (all of which she would deny) but I don't really want to go into that now.

I do miss my mom.......oh, wait......I only miss the idea of what I wanted my mother to be...

In The End

(It starts with)
One thing

I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so (far)
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

Rock & Roll Ain't Noise Pollution

I submit this video for your entertainment. There are 2 reasons I thought this would be interesting.

#1 I was driving home today, and heard on the radio that there is a true air guitar t-shirt in the works. Yes, that's right, a t-shirt that emits the sounds of thrashing while the wearer plays air guitar.

#2 It's air guitar dude!

So I googled said t-shirt, and alas, no luck. Awesome idea though.

Instead, I give you the air guitar champion!

Party On!

Voting is over...

I will begin by saying that I have fears. Many of these fears can be explained here:

www.rightwasright.us


I must go now....I have some guns to bury in the back yard.

Why is it that....?

• people on the freeway must drive with their bright lights on?
• people don't make eye contact anymore, and if they do they rarely smile or say hello?
• there are leash laws in GA, but apparently I am the only one on my Mtn. who cares?
• people throw their trash out their window, as they drive by my house?
• no matter how many times you tell some people something, they still don't "get it'?
• bathing suits ride up your crack, even if you are standing still?
• my cats think the dishwasher is 'The Mother Ship"?
• friends think that it's OK to dump you and set plans for their significant other?
• my nose is stopped up and running and the same time?
• my husband really doesn't do much in the house, but swears he pulls 50% of the load?
• (I'm still thinkin' about the last one...)
• mothers sometimes don't give a damn about one child but love the others?
• people blow their noses at the table, in restaurants, one table over from me?

Fuckity,fuck,fuck!

Why do people get so offended by the "F" word? It is one of my favorite expletives. Of course this to the chagrin of my husband. I just can't help it. As a good friend once told me, "you can use it as a verb, a noun, an adjective...It has so many uses and can mean so much."

My take on it is this, If I decided to say that the word 'sock' was a "bad" word, then spread the news of my newly found four letter word, perhaps in 20 years or so you would have to put s*cks on your feet instead of socks!

I found this entertaining and thought that I would share it with all you lovely readers.



The Myth of Bad Words
by anon

"Human beings love to be miserable. They won't admit it, but it's true. For all their
talk of "the pursuit of happiness", they really wouldn't know what to do with it if
they found it. People crave vexation so much that even when they don't have
anything legitimate to get upset about, they will actually make shit up just so they
have an excuse to throw a hissy fit. The concept of the swear word is a prime
example of this manufactured aggravation.

A bad word. A curse word. A swear word. A malediction, malison, imprecation, denunciation, execration, anathema, proscription, commination, expletive, disparagement, vilification, or vituperation. Bad language, strong language, foul
language, colorful language, blue language, unparliamentary language, profane language, or harsh language. There's almost as many terms to describe these words as there are words themselves. But are these terms accurate? Is there
really something bad about certain words? Fuck no!

As children, we are usually introduced to the concept of a bad word because an
adult hits us or yells at us when we say one. "Don't say that! That's a bad word!",
*SMACK*! There's nothing like an open handed slap to the mouth to convince a
small child to adopt your point of view. Even when it's a view based on ignorance,
prejudice, and complete stupidity. Of course, the only thing this really teaches the
child is that you'll treat it like shit if it says any of these bad words. It doesn't
explain exactly WHY the word is bad, or exactly WHAT is bad about it. There's a
simple reason for this, and that is the fact that there is NO SUCH FUCKING
THING AS A BAD WORD!!!!!

First of all, a word is nothing more than a sound or a combination of sounds, or it's
representation in writing or printing, that symbolizes and communicates a meaning. It's a fucking tool. Tools are a good thing. Is a hammer bad? How about a screwdriver? Sure, these tools could be used in a bad way. But even that is subjective territory. While you might consider it bad for me to jam a screwdriver into your eye socket, or smash your toes with a hammer, I might just as well find these activities to be a very good thing. But just because a tool may be used in a bad way doesn't make the screwdriver intrinsically bad. So why should a word be treated any different?

I've asked several people who believe in the myth of bad words to explain to me
exactly why the word is bad. It usually goes something like this:

Sickopath: But why is the word bad?
Brain Dead Moron: Because it is.
Sickopath: That's not a reason, that's a declaration. We have already
established the fact that you think it's a bad word, but what I'm asking you
to do is to explain to me why it's a bad word.
Brain Dead Moron: Because it is. I don't know why, it just is.
Sickopath: So what you're saying is that you can't tell me why it's bad, but
because you think, for reasons you admit you can't explain, that it is bad,
I'm just supposed to go along and believe something you can't even prove,
yet still insist is true? Jesus FUCKING Christ, what next, are you gonna try
and get me to believe in God? How about Santa Claus? Do you think he's
real too?
Brain Dead Moron: *blank expression*
Brain Dead Moron: *gears turning, minutes pass*
Brain Dead Moron: You mean Santa isn't real?

What is it about this concept that everyone seems to buy into? I still want to know
why the word is bad. Why, damn it, why!?!? Is the entire word bad, or just a small
part? You can say luck. You can say duck. You can say truck, suck, puck, or
muck. But you can't say fuck. Oh no, that's a bad word! You can say mitt. You
can say bit. You can say hit, wit, knit, or pit. But you can't say shit. Oh no, that's
a bad word! You can say punt. You can say runt. You can say aunt, bunt or hunt.
But you can't say cunt. Oh no, that's a bad word!

But where's the bad? It would seem that "uck", "it", and "unt" cannot be bad,
because all those other words that contain them aren't considered bad. And the
letters F, SH, and C cannot be bad either, since they are all used in numerous
other words that aren't considered bad. Maybe it's something similar to an
unfavorable chemical reaction. Perhaps mixing F with UCK is the literary equivalent
of mixing ammonia and bleach. And maybe mixing C and UNT is like letting the
red phosphate boil over in an amateur meth lab (the reactions of certain females to
whom I've directed that particular word have been quite similar to such an
occurrence). But it's not just the letters themselves, it's also the order they fall in.
Putting the F after the UCK would not be considered a bad word. Of course, you
might offend a few latin pigs if you added an AY after that...

If a word is truly bad, wouldn't it be really obvious? If you punch someone who
doesn't speak english, there is no doubt in their mind that something bad has just
happened. There's no room for debate, and nothing needs proving. Yet, if you say
fuck, shit, cunt, or asshole to someone who doesn't speak english, they won't have
any clue as to what just happened. If the word really was bad, shouldn't it be just
as obvious as the punch? Again, where's the bad? Where's the beef?

Why are certain words bad? There's really only one answer to that question.
Certain words are bad because a few people decided to set aside a select group of
words and say, "These words are bad!". There is no logic. There is no reason.
There is no point. It was a completely arbitrary decision. Had they chosen the word
ice instead of the word fuck, we'd all be putting fuck cubes in our summer drinks,
and people would scream "Ice You!" when pissed at someone. If you tried to
segregate a group of people using the same lack of reason you used to segregate
these words, you'd be called a racist and compared to Hitler. But now because the
Word Nazis won the war, the entire planet is expected to speak a certain way. I
say FUCK THAT!

Then you'll encounter people who say they aren't bothered by a little swearing, but
they hate it when people swear many times through out a conversation. "There's
really no need to use that much swearing, can't you use another word?". Strange,
but I've never heard these people call for a cut-back in the use of the words and,
the, a, is, an, I, it, & to. You'd think that if redundancy was really at the heart of
what was bugging them, they'd go after those words first, which are surely used
more often than any swear word.

But the stupidest prejudice held by people who believe in this nonsense is when
they tell you not to swear in front of children. Why not? Does hearing a swear word
stunt their growth? Does it cause cancer? Does it lower their I.Q.? What the fuck
does it matter if some fucking kid hears a fucking swear word? He didn't even know
what a swear word was until you told him about it. But like any good parent, you
won't be happy until every one of your fears and prejudices are instilled into your
kid before he starts pre-school. Little kids think swearing is funny because dumb
adults make such a big fucking deal about it. Stop it! The time has come to put
this silly custom to rest once and for all. With so many real things to worry about,
so much legitimate shit to get pissed at, there is no need for this concept to
continue for even one more day. Let us stop this unjust discrimination against
innocent words, and embrace them for the diversity they offer our language.

Let the myth die here."

"What's the big fucking deal?" -Eric Cartman

So tired, but I feel so good!

I think that this is the most fun and enjoyable exercise program I have ever had the pleasure of participating in. What am I talking about? Well, let me tell you, I love the AquaFit program at my local YMCA! I get a great bit of exercise in and my feet don't hurt!(I have bad,bad feet!)

I feel so worked out, yet relaxed at the same time. If you have a Y in your neck of the woods, see if they offer this class. I highly recommend it. The only fall back is that it's only 3 times a week, not 5 or 7 days a week. I think I would go everyday if it was offered!