A Night in the Life....
We had plans to watch a movie last night. White Noise was on HBO and we were going to watch it together. I had come back from my weekly jaunt to get the kids in Lee and he told me that the neighbors kept calling, trying to get him to go play drums at their house. They have house parties about every weekend. Anyway, he had ordered subs and we fought about the kids having univited guests over while we ate. Nothing like a good old fashioned arguement while you're trying to digest. Anyone that has ever eaten with us knows it takes me roughly 4 times longer to eat my food than it does him. I swear, he can't possibly taste anything, it goes down so fast. So the fight ended and the phone started. It was them again. He finally agreed to go over "for 30 minutes". This was at 8:15. I watched the movie by myself and then watch "Behind the scenes of the Sopranos" by myself. I think it was around 10:30 when he got home. I hadn't heard music in at least an hour. I fell asleep on the couch shortly after, woke up to him taking on the phone and I went to bed. He woke me up again when he came to bed at about 4:30 this morning. We are suppose to grocery shopping early this morning because he is going to jam with his friends for the rest of today. I have the feeling I will be going by myself. By the time he rolls out of bed, the stores will be packed.
Michael Keaton was lucky in the movie. His wife might have been dead, but at least she communicated with him thru the TV. We live in the same house, sleep in the same bed, and we don't get that.

I can't be the only one who does this. I have plans for the way things are suppose to work. Sometimes, my plans pan out and other times they don't. Of the ones that don't, some of those bother me and others don't. What I can't figure out is whether or not that makes me uptight or laid back? I mean, I can be fine with the fact that something is not working right at work, but let someone call and I blow a head gasket. Its not like I take a hit in the paycheck for them not being there. I just hate being left with all the work. This morning, the computer system at work was so messed up, it will take the IT guy all day on monday to fix. That means, the 4 hours I put in today was pretty much wasted. I'm cool with that. The but the drunk girl I work with didn't show up, and that just put a cramp in the morning.

I have been driving around for weeks with a non working directional. My husband fixed it once, but its out again. We know its a short. I also need a brake job. I'm fine with that. I am going nuts over the fact that my sons car is off the road because its brakes are bad. I mean, its literally driving me up the wall. You would think that I would be more concerned with my own car.

Weird things to bitch about, I know. Maybe I just sweat the small stuff too much, but the bigger things are expected, so they don't bother me as much.

I mentioned in an earlier post that I co-hosting a huge bash for my parents 50th anniversary. It has taken an immence amount of planning from my siblings and I. I am the youngest of 6 children. I have 4 brothers and a sister. The oldest brother is a bigwig at a very well known computer company. He lives in North Carolina. The next brother owns a high end catering company in Ma., which comes in handy when planning a party of this caliber. The third oldest lives in Alaska and has, for the most part, since 1978. He recently retired from the service, but still works for the US government. The youngest of the boys lives in Haverhill and owns and operates a metal fab shop that specializes in historical restoration. My sister lives in Ohio and is a manager at home improvement corporation.
Now with the geographical locations of everyone, you might ask how we have planned this party. The oldest brother has his own conference line,as he spends little to no time in his office. He basically can work all day in his tighty whities if he wants. He conducts all his business via the phone. So once a month or so, we have a very organized conference call about the party. OK, maybe its not so organized all the time. We do tend to go offtrack quite a bit. It can get quite hilarious at times. It always amazes me that even though we are a bunch of grown and mostly mature adults, we still revert back to being just brothers and sisters. You can almost see us fighting over the toy in the bottom of the cereal box. Someone always brings up some stupid story about the past. I,being the youngest, am most oftenly targeted by such stories. This is my brother Dans favorite. He is the oldest and is 11 years my senior. We were watching the evening news with my parents. This back before the days of a million channels and a TV in every room. We had to share back then and if you wanted to stay up to watch The Hardy Boys, you had to put up with the news first. Anyway, it was 1972 and the anchorperson was informing the world that guerillas had taken hostage and later killed 11 Olympic athletes. I remember(vaguely) it got very quiet in our livingroom as the news sunk in. I snaked my hand into Danny's as he sat beside me on the floor, and with my eyes wide asked "Danny, how did they teach gorillas to shoot guns?" Granted I was only 4 or 5 at the time and had no idea of the difference between "gorilla" and "guerilla". I'm not sure if Dan would even remember that incident( although I'm almost positive he would) if it had not been for the movie Munich, which was about that event. Anyway, stuff like that always comes up during my family meetings with the sibs. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love revisiting my childhood thru my brothers and sisters eyes. It reminds me that no matter how in the past something is, its still a part of you,and there is always someone who can relive it with you.

Now Playing: Ghosts Along the Mississippi by Down
So I had the entire house to myself today, for the most part. I went to work this morning from 5 to 9, then drove the kids to meet the dickhead. I came home with the intention of cleaning the house really well. I have a slight touch of spring fever. I want to see everything fresh and clean. However, the chance to just sit around and do nothing was way more appealing to me today. I may be burnt out or something, I'm not sure. I cleaned for about an hour, til it came time to pick up the 3 season room. That couch was looking way to good. I had the fire roaring and it was warm and sunny in there. Ok so maybe if I sit down for just a few minutes, my motivation level will come back. Yeah, that didn't happen. I just got done watching "Say Anything". The part where he stands outside her house with the boombox over his head while In Your Eyes plays still gets me. I also watched a whole bunch of home improvement shows on HGTV. Those can be depressing at times. It cranks up all these ideas for my own house, then the reality of my bank account sets in and I understand my house is never going to be on one of those shows.

3 Things that piss me off....
Knowing I bust my ass and make next to nothing while others make ass busting amounts for doing next to nothing.

People who cannot or will not use grammer lessons I know everyone learned. There is a commercial on for some diet product and the actress says " It works so good". Its works so well you moron!!!

Companies that will not stand behind their products. I spent a good deal of time on the phone yetserday with GE, I have all top of the line Profile appliances in my kitchen, less that 4 years old. The circulating fan in the freezer seized up and appparently, its not covered under the warrenty. So now I have a really big and expensive paperweight in the middle of kitchen. NEVER BUY GE PROFILE APPLIANCES!!!! You will be dissappointed.

I think I am done ranting now. Thank you and goodnight!!!

Another shitty day in paradise
Mood:  d'oh
Ever have one of those days when you just should NOT have gotten out of bed? I missed my cup completely while filling it with coffee this morning, then whacked the puppy in the head with my lunchbag on the way out the door. I was late for work, almost got pulled over. I was paged 5 times by people needed me to do favors for them. My milk container opened in my lunchbag(probably after connecting with the puppy) so I was faced with creamy ham and cheese soup with dorito crumbs on the side for lunch. Then, to top it off, the new bigwig at work called my boss and asked me to meet him on the production floor.It seems some parts that I had dropped off earlier in the day somehow got mangled.He wanted to meet "the animal" who would drop off such rubbish and just walk away. In my defense, the parts were wrapped in styrofoam and plastic and there was no way in hell I would have known they were trashed when I dropped them off. He saw them unwrapped and assumed that I had delivered them like that. The ride home wasn't bad, til i walked in the door and found my broken refrigerator in the middle of the kitchen floor, and hubby asleep on the couch. I kinda would like to stab someone in the eye right now. UGH!!!

Ho Hum
I just got home from work. I left the house at 4:45 this morning and walked back in at 4:45pm. I hate doing 10 hour days, especially as how I have a 45 minute drive each way. Its almost time to start dinner and then by the time I clean it all up and do a few things around here, it will be time for bed. I am in such a rut!!! This summer will be awesome. My siblings and I are planning a huge bash for my parents 50th anniversary in June, Then I will have my friend Becka nd her kids here for a few days. I can't wait for the break!!

Karma or Cosmic fate
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Unholy Confessions by Avenged Sevenfold




I am a firm believer in karma. What goes around comes around and most of the time, it comes back threefold. My ex-husband who from here out shall be known as the dickhead took me to court a few years ago and now I am legally obligated to meet him halfway so he doesn't have to drive an hour and fifteen minutes to see his kids. So I meet him in Lee NH at the mobile on the run station. The dickhead will use every excuse possible to get out of picking up his kids. If its raining, the conditions are too bad to drive...ect. So, last night, in the middle of a major snowstorm ( in my area anyway) he wanted me to come out and meet him. I called him 3 times to tell him that it wasn't a good idea, the roads were icy and visiblity was at a N/A rating. No, he insisted. He had things to do today and couldn't get stuck with the kids overnight. So I made the 30 minute ride in just under an hour. The kids and I made it back to our house in about 50 minutes. They decided to call him to give him shit for making us go out on a terrible night like it was. Come to find out, he was still at the gas station in Lee!! His car had broken down and he was waiting for his wife to drive up from Salem to get him!!! Is it wrong for me to laugh at that?? LOLOLOL

Explaination for those who may care
Mood:  not sure



Maybe I should explain myself for you all. I work hard. I get up at 3:30 am 6 days a week and put in about 50 hours. I walk all day long, round and round a huge warehouse,picking orders. I pick everything from little tiny set screws that you really do need fingernails for, to sheetmetal tanks that are perched 15 feet up in the air and weigh about 60 pounds. Some of these stand about 5 feet tall. So I walk, and climb ladders, and lift heavy shit all day. You'd think after all that, I would be skinny as a rail, but thats not the case. So when I get home, I work out in private. This is a recent thing. Its not like I mind being what my hubby would call a "yummy mommy". I could care less what size pants I wear. But society calls for certain things. You must be fit....you must be a size 3. I say fuck that. I would be ok with a size 10. I just don't want to be one of those people that wakes up one day when they are 45 and say "damn, why didn't I work out when I was younger"? I might as well get a jump on it.



I have a thing about growing out my hair, then cutting it and donating it. The problems is, the last time I cut it, I decided that I had better things to do with my life than dealing long hair issues. So now I keep it short. Much easier and I'm not forever adjusting my ponytail. I have donated over 35 inches of hair, so I think I did some good.



As stated above, I get up really early in the morning. I go to bed fairly early at night. Most of the time, I am out by 9:30-10. The only night I stay up is on Thursdays so I can watch CSI. This is the one night my hubby and I are in the same room. Most nights, he is down 2 flights of stairs on the opposite end of the house. He has a jam room in our basement. He spends most evenings playing guitar and hanging out in a chat room. His friends are all known by screen names and not so much by real ones. We use to do more and have more friends, but moving 75 miles away from home and buying a house has put a major cramp in our lifestyle. Now we have our bed(for me) and a computer(for him) as a way of life.

We have kids. I have 3 teens from a previous and he has a 12 yr old from a previous. The two older boys are great. The oldest in college studying to be a chef. He is a special kid with special problems and special abilities. He has a condition called PKU, which basically means he can not have protein. It causes brain damage. He is studying hard but has never been able to taste most of the stuff he cooks. He is like a stranger in a strange land

The 2nd is just an all around good kid who just had a horrible snowboarding accident. He plays drum and guitar when he has use of both arms.He is honest(sometimes a little too much) and smart and funny. Did I mention all the girls thinks he is a hottie? He has a g/f and I must have done something right, because he is a gentleman.

My daughter thinks she can pull something over on me that I didn't try when I was her age. Maybe its the whole teenaged daughter/mother thing I always heard about. She is beautiful, but sneaky.I hoping one of us grows out of it pretty quick. I miss hanging out with my girl. I hope she matures to be an honest and decent woman.

My stepson and I have an unspoken pact. We tolerate each other for the sake of his dad. I love the kid, don't get me wrong, but in his eyes, I am pure evil put on this planet for the sole purpose of making him miserable. Trust me, its not for lack of trying. Him and I get along pretty well when its just the two of us. Throw any other single person into the mix and its all over. I don't know what it is. It could be coaching from the mom for all I know. I try and fail and try again on the next visit. Someday I might get it right.