AngelFood for thought...

2005-11-29T09:42:00.000-08:00

XO's

Simply, me

2005-06-22T16:08:00.000-07:00

I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow. Those are lines in a song. But, in my case, they are also true.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Well, some of you women, mostly. You're thinking.. ewwww.
But I'm an odd duck. I cannot stand wine. Coolers either. I am not into fancy drinks, cept maybe for margaritas. I really like those. But that's about it. So, yeh, I am also a cheap date.I don't have a great capacity for alchohol. I am pretty sure that's why hubby kept me. Well, that and .. well, you just never mind what else!
I get really tired of explaining why I like beer. First of all, we are what my hubby calls "weekend warriors". We don't normally 'party' during the week. Many weekends go by without a drink as well. But now and then, we have a house party, or attend one, or meet friends at our local pub, and yeh, we have a few. Sometimes quite a few. My choice is always beer. I like the taste. I sometimes add a lil salt. I like a lil head on it. Not too much, but a lil.I like licking the foam off my lips. (dont get all perverted on me here!) If we are out with a larger group, I always get odd looks from the women, and some of the men too. Like drinking beer, and liking it, makes me less.. feminine, or something. How insane is that? I have seen women look down their nose at me, cuz I ordered a draft. (insert french cuss word here) Think about it. When you drink, you have snacks. Usually someting salty, chips, pretzels, peanuts, nachos, that sorta thing. What goes better with that? Beer? or Wine? No brainer.
I don't judge women, or men, by their drink of choice. So what makes it ok to judge me cuz I LIKE BEER?
I'm a simple sorta girl, really. Simple things keep me happy. The less complicated my life is, the better. Gimme a man with a big ol pickup truck, a box of beer, some good country tunes, and a warm sunny day, I'm happier than anything. If we happen to stop in some field along the way, to umm.. errr..ahh.. pick flowers.. yeh, thats it.. BONUS!
I have always told my hubby that I really married him for his truck. I am pretty sure he believes me too.
I am SO not getting into the 'other' reasons! LOL
Buy me a beer will ya? Make it a double draft.

La vida loca

2005-06-21T07:40:00.000-07:00

I am forever trying to keep things running smoothly. It's like, an obsession. I plan, and scheme, and re-arrange, and organize. I make lists. I prepare things in advance. I make sure everyone involved knows exactly what we are going to do, and when, and how. I call and remind people of the details. I give everyone a list too. I have been told I'm a bit of a control freak. TSK. As if.
Of course, 90% of the time, things fall apart about 10 minutes before whatever it is that's supposed to run smoothly happens. And of course, when it does, I am calm. I re-arrange again. Calmly. I make new lists. Calmly.
Okay. Anyone buy that so far? (I didn't think so)
What actually happens is never pretty. It usually involves tears, door slamming, foot stomping, and yes, swearing. I admit it. I swear. Usually in French tho.. that's sumpin .. right?
Take today for example. This is our last week home before we head off to the beach. Me being me, I put everything off til the last minute. (or week) I need to get my eyebrows waxed. I need to get my highlights done. I have to pick up books from a friend to take with me. So, being the efficient lil machine that I am, I plan this all out. This morning, at 7:30 am, I come home from the gym , just in time for my son to get into my car , to drive himself and the GF to work. (she is living with us now, you see, and yes, this is a blog for another day)
"Dude," I say to him, since I have called him Dude for ages, since he was just a lil guy, and it was ALL about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. "I will need the car tonight. I have an appointment to get to, and a few errands to run.
Dude: " I have foot ball tonight"
Mom: "Well, I don't know what to tell you, I need the car"
Dude: (as if I was hard of hearing, or worse) "I have football."
Mom: "I heard you the first time, but I NEED my car"
Dude: "So, what am I supposed to do???"
Mom: "Cant you get one of the guys to pick you up?"
Dude: "Oh yeh, cuz they really wanna drive out here to pick me up" (actin as if we live on Neptune)
Mom: "How many times have you picked them up? and drove to football/hockey/games/parties/mall/you get the picture?"
Dude: " Fine. I'll see what I can do"
Gets in the car, drives off. I am standing there holding my coffee, thinking, wait, its MY car, right? So, why do I feel like I should be the one who has to ask to use it? Into the house I go. Check the clock. It's too early to call and change my appointment. Fast forward to after 9 am. I call and change my appointment. I beg, plead, cajole, and stop just short of tears, but I get it changed. Cuz, I'm the MOM. It's what we do. We work around everyone else.
Hubby gets up. I tell him what a genius I am. My appointment is now this afternoon. *beam*
I get a blank stare. "oh", he says.
me: "oh? What does that mean? Did you have something goin on?"
him: "Well. It's okay. I will go down right now and get more fuel in the truck"
me: "You would have had to put more fuel in to get to work, right?"
him: " I was gonna do it on the WAY to work"
me: "*sigh*
him: "Its ok. I'll go right now. Its just that, I was gonna cut the grass NOW, and have a lil sleep this afternoon, cuz I am working tonight." (he tells me this like I don't already know it)
me: "FINE. I will call and see if I can change my appointment back."
him: " Did your son (he's mine when issues arise) make arrangements for a drive?"
me: "I don't know. I changed it so he wouldn't HAVE to."
I call the salon, punching the numbers VERY hard, and sheepishly ask if I could pretty please get my original appointment time back. I can feel the woman glaring over the phone. I apologize. Explain. Chuckle softly. Bat my eyelashes.(total waste, but habit) She sighs loudly. Gives me back the original appointment. I call the boy. He's got a drive. It's all good. This goes on ALL the time.
I turn and glare at hubby. Stomp off, slam a door. He has the NERVE to follow me. (which I totally expect)
Sweet talk. Smiles. Touchy feely. You know how it goes.
What was I upset about?

2005-06-17T09:46:00.000-07:00

Take care of the lil ones, they are our piece of Heaven.

Random Ramblings of an Angel

2005-06-16T09:42:00.000-07:00

So. I have become the owner/operator of a Blog. Who woulda thought??
Shall I introduce myself? I'm one of those oddities known as a happily married woman. No, seriously, I really am. You would understand if ya knew my hubby. I'm really very spoiled. It's his own fault really. If he does something nice for me, I make a fuss, and of course expect it all the time. Fair is fair right? You shouldn't do something if you don't plan to continue doing it. At least, that's what I tell him. He chooses to accept that. Cuz he's that kinda guy. I am SO keeping him. We have 2 kids. Technically, they are no longer children, being 21 and almost 20. However, someone has forgotten to tell them that. Which is ok. I mean, when I go home, I still feel like a kid. If something goes wrong in my life, the first thing I wanna do is call hubby. If I cant get him, I wanna call my dad, knowing full well that he would do whatever it takes to make it right. It's what Dad's do. Unfortunately, the powers that be saw fit to take my Dad from us in November 2004. Phuckahs. NO, I am still not over it. Prolly never will be.
So, where was I? Oh yeh, my kids. I have a son, and a daughter. They are beautiful kids. I am a lil biased. My daughter has horrible taste in men right now. I am hoping that will change, or I may end up in jail for murdering the dipwad. (the BF, not the daugher). My son hopes to join the RCMP. I hate the thought of him doing something so dangerous, but man, he is gonna be a knockout in that uniform! LOL.
I am an animal lover. Anyone who knows me , knows this. Ok, not so much insects, since my #1 phobia is June Bugs *shudder*. But most anything else. I do prefer the cute and cuddly varieties tho. Yanno, lil baby ducks, lil baby bunnies, kittens, puppies, bear cubs, that sorta stuff. I love to bake, and by all rights I should weigh about 700lbs. Thank gawd I don't. Some days I feel like I do tho. Its a woman thing, I'm sure. In my next life, I am SO coming back as a tom cat. Nuffin but eat, sleep an screw. End of story. Why wouldja wanna be ANYthing else??Ok ok, if I cant come back as a tom cat, I wanna be long legged, and blonde with big boobs. Is this asking too much? Throw in a millionaire, while you're at it.
I must tell you, I have made some amazing friends on IRC. They know who they are. I luv em to pieces. Others, umm.. not so much. But it's alot like life. You get morons every where you look. Ya hafta just step around em, get to the ones ya love and wanna be with. If ya happen to step on their toes on the way by em, well, say your sorry. TRY to sound like ya mean it. Manners are important yanno!
I gotta thank Musie for coming up with the name for my blog. *mwah*
Au revoir, til next time ! :o)