Saturday, February 4, 2012

Drop back and punt...

I thought I could regain my posting habits here, and I probably could, except that I find that I share so much on Facebook that coming here and posting feels redundant.

So I've decided instead to supply a link here for you to follow if you don't already follow me on Facebook.

Just send me a "friend request" and I'll open the door, set you up on the sofa, and pour you something to drink. I'm very friendly that way.

Hope to see you soon :)

Monday, January 23, 2012

Where do the weekends go?

I love the weekends.  I get to hang out with Mike, maybe do some shopping, hit a restaurant. These are a few of my favorite things :)

This weekend we did these things.  I don't think I bought anything interesting though, not that I can remember.  Unless you consider groceries interesting because then, oh baby could I rock your world.

We did have some interesting conversations this weekend though.  One developed from a conversation about something Stress One posted on Facebook.  Let me go grab that so I can post it here - you'll enjoy this.......

"Ah South Carolina a bible belt state where you can't gamble or buy liquor on Sunday.  But the people just voted for a man who's had three affairs including one while his wife was dying of cancer.  South Carolinians are the the dumbest pieces of crap on this planet."

I'd like to point out that I've said many times the kid's gonna get himself killed.  lol

He firmly believes in the "This is my space and I can say what I want to here" reality.  Which, don't get me wrong, I agree wholeheartedly with.  This is America and freedom of speech still reigns supreme (at least I think it does; haven't read the paper today) and so he should be able to say whatever he wants.  Right?

In theory sure, but in reality, not so much.  I wish he would tone it down sometimes.  As one of his "friends" pointed out in her comment (paraphrasing here)  "we didn't ask you yankees to move here and we'll be happy to help you pack so you can get the hell out".

She's right.  There are a lot of us "transplanted" Northerners here and we do tend to want the state and its citizens to be more like us.  I'm guilty of these same types of things.  BUT - you knew there was a but didn't you - I don't take to the airwaves with these thoughts.  I have friends in this State who are from this State and poking fun at them is one thing, but trashing them is another.  Ok...all done.

This brings me to the conversations this weekend with the husband, which are definitely lighter in tone.

Mike:  I don't think I'm voting this year.
Me:  Ok, but I don't want to hear you complain either.
Mike:  Well if I voted it would be for Romney cause he's from Massachusetts.
Me:  .......what?  We now choose who we're voting for based on where they live?
Mike:  Well yeah.  I like Mass; the Red Sox and the Patriots are there.  The last guy who was from Mass that we voted in did ok.
Me:  .......what?  You're kidding right?  You do realize that the "last guy" was a Democrat right?  (He was referring to Kennedy) And that Romney is Republican, right?  And that those are two VERY different things, right?  And that it's not because they're both from Mass that makes him a good candidate, right?  You know this right?  You're kidding, right?!?!
Mike:  No.
Me:  Oooookaaaaayyyy. (I really had to let it go cause I was actually getting mad, and I didn't want to get mad.  I don't like to fight about politics.)

A few minutes later...

Mike:  There sure have been a lot of bank robberies lately. (not a great segue per se, but good job changing the subject nonetheless)
Me:  Yep.  It's the times we're in.  People don't know what else to do for money.
Mike:  Right, so they rob banks.
Me:  Yep, three hots and a cot.
Mike:  Not a bad plan if you think about it.  If you've got nothing else anyway you might as well rob a bank.  If you get away you've got money and if not then you have someplace to stay where they'll feed you, free medical....really sounds pretty good actually.
Me:  WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!?!?!  First you say you're voting for someone based on where he's from and now you're basically condoning bank robberies??!!  GET OUT OF MY CAR!!

Later that evening...

Me:  I don't know if I ever told you this, but when I use the potty I always cross my left leg over my right. Every.Single.Time.  I wonder if it's because I'm so very ladylike.
Mike:  .....really?
Me:  Why do you think I do that?  And do you think that's weird?
Mike:  I don't know and yes, it's weird.  Ask your friends (he means YOU GUYS) and see what they say.  I bet they say it's weird too.

So those are my random conversations this weekend.  And now I have to ask you guys "Is it weird, or does anyone else do that?"

And also, pray for my son.  Many more Facebook posts like that one and he may get "disappeared".

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

My first (YES Chris, this one IS about you)...

My eldest, aptly named Stress 1, decided to read my blog last night.  My blog is not hidden and I'm sure he's known about it since its inception, but last night he read it.

His comments went from "you're a good writer, funny."  "I wish I sounded that funny on paper blah, blah, blah" to ::Crickets::  No comments at all.  Clearly he had read back farther than he wished he had.

There was a time, a few years ago, when he was not the light of joy he is now (<~~~~~ insert sarcastic tone here).  There was the "dark time".  The time best left in the past.  A time when my heart was broken from a loss I never knew I could endure.  A time when, although I still loved him, I was completely and utterly disappointed in him.  You've all been there through it with me and you know of which "times" I speak.

This morning the texting began.  Texts like "I didn't know you had such a low opinion of me" and "no wonder none of your friends like me" and my personal favorite "well, we weren't exactly the best of friends then".

I tried to explain to him that while this is my blog, my personal space, my sounding board if you will, that I never meant to hurt his feelings.  But also, I am wholly unapologetic for the things I wrote.  They were real.  They were me.  They needed to be put out there for my own health and sanity.

I didn't talk to anyone about the Lorelai situation, except you guys.  I didn't talk to anyone about the "legal" issues, except you guys.  I didn't express to anyone my sadness and disappointment in the way things were going for him...except to you guys.  You were my rocks and I needed you all.  Each and every one of you.  And I hope he gets that.  I needed all of you to get through those times.

We talked - or shall I say texted.  (And that's another tangent for another day, but WTF with texting all the time??? I would rather talk, scream, cry or whatever else needs to be done than text!)  I think we're ok.  I told him that I'm not in that place anymore.  I don't think he's bad - truly I never did think he was bad.  I don't have a low opinion of him and most importantly, I really hope and pray his life is on an upswing now and will continue in that way.  He's been working fairly steadily since he had the cast removed.  His dad has been a steadying influence on him for sure.  He's seemingly on a straight path.

But Chris...when you read this, and I'm sure you will - know that I'm hopeful, cautiously optimistic even, that you can stay on that straight path.  Also know that as a parent, even though we love our children to the brink of insanity at times, we still have the capacity to feel disappointment in them and/or the choices they make.  It never means we love them any less.

One of the last things I said to Chris was that I wanted to move forward and that was impossible to do if you're constantly looking in the rear view.  So let's forget those times and move forward.  I love you.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Nesting, Exercising and lies...oh my

We've, I've decided to make this house more like a home and finally put a little bit more of my stamp on it.  I've already done a few things, but I haven't done A THING with the bedroom.  So a-shopping we did go.
Well, we were standing in line at the checkout from buying some more artwork for the house (I like to call it "artwork" because that sounds ritzier than "pictures") and it's taking an unusually long time.  Mike looks up towards the front of the line and immediately sees the problem - someone is paying by check, which as we all know takes time to write out, verify and whatnot.  Well Mike, never having been one who's good at using his inside voice, pipes out with - "Who the hell pays by check these days?!"
Me:  ::looking in opposite direction so as to not look as though I'm with him::
The entire rest of the line:  ::looking right at him::

I really have to get that man some home training.  

We got all my treasures home and then came the hard part....getting Mike to hang everything without calling in an architect for blueprint drawings.  What is it with men and their need to have a level, measuring tape, pencils and all the furniture moved into the middle of the room - so it's not in their way obviously - when all we're looking for is to get a picture hung?  I don't understand the "rocket science" approach.  Sorry.

That being said, here's the ONE picture I hung.  

I didn't need a level or anything else listed above.  I do however have to hold my head at a left angle to look at it. Yeah it's a little off, whatever.

These are the pieces in the bedroom and a new one for the living room (because...obviously...I was there anyway might as well by something for the living room too).

In other news...
I never make New Year's Resolutions because any time I've heard someone make one they never stick to it.  That being said, I HAVE however made a Healthier Living Resolution for my life...not just for the New Year (yeah...semantics I know).
I had decided NO liquor of any kind for 30 days (I can TO do it!) and watching what I eat as well as getting back on that workout horse I fell off of a few months ago.  Not a real horse you know...I'm sure you got that though.
Ok, so one week in and here's my update (don't worry, I won't give continual updates, just this one most likely)
  • I haven't gone through withdrawals or killed anyone. 
  • I've lost 2 pounds.
  • I broke the treadmill and ALMOST my neck.
  • And lastly, I feel good.  Happy even .  Who knew?  :)

Now to end this post...
If you caught someone in a TOTAL lie, but in order to call them on it you had to admit to something you had done that was, shall we say, less than moral yourself....would you admit your secret and call them out or let it ride?  I'm very curious to see how these comments go ;)

Later chicas!!!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Chris is just a Chris

Dinner conversation, or any conversation really, with Stress 1 is always interesting. He's very intelligent. He can talk about anything and never seems out of place. I've always been impressed by that.

One thing that bugs the crap out of me though, is that we Always.
We could be talking about a band, say Kings of Leon, and somehow that turns to Kings, which turns to Presidents, which turns to "W got a bum rap". It never fails. Politics in 6 degrees. 

I love that my boys have their own minds, own opinions and own ideals; but how did I raise such a staunch Republican?! It's hilarious. We're so liberal, and that's what he grew up with, and he's so NOT. It's not so bad except that he doesn't know when to say when. Once he gets on a roll, he will not stop till everyone around him sees his point of view, even if he has to beat it into you, but he refuses to see others points of view. I'm the one who always has to blow the whistle. He would be a great asset to the Republican party, if he didn't get shot by a Democrat. Love that boy.

He's just come out of his own blogging moratorium because he's trying his hand at some article writing in the hopes of turning that into a book.  Here's his blog link if you're into reading about politics, conspiracies, and conspiracies in politics. Chris M.

He's always wanted to write a book.  All his life.  Except it used to be about things like "My summer at my grandparents" and now it's likely to be something in the realm of conspiracy theories. I just love that he's writing again.  Anything to keep him from talking to me.