You're never going to believe these....
The rehab that Renee was going to go to is in Houston. Where did Hurricane Ike go? That's right. We haven't been able to get a hold of anyone and are in limbo. Their phone lines are down, I guess. I have no way of knowing if the place was destroyed or if they're just waiting for power to be restored.
Goofy got a job!
Braden came to me yesterday and said he apologized for all the lip he give us and for all the hard times he's caused. He promised to try to think of other people and stop being such a pain in the ass. He actually hugged me good night last night and said he loved me...IN FRONT OF A FRIEND!!
JJ actually came to me for advice with a girl problem.
That's one big minus, yet three pluses!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
"someone left the cake out in the rain...."
Last night I got to spend 2 1/2 hours sitting in the rain at JJ's football game. We won at least...but two out of the last three games have been in the pouring rain. And, ironically enough, last weekend Keith and I were out shopping for a baby shower gift when I saw these really cute flowered rain boots on sale for $10. They were so cute, I saw they had my size, I picked them up then thought....how often would you wear rain boots? Is it worth $10.00? Well, last night at around 7:30 I would have sold my wedding ring for them!
Renee is going to a 90 day rehab in Texas. She just had to get a physical and some tests done. That's done and faxed to the place...so they'll be calling any day with her start date. I think Ray found a job!!! Through an employment agency. Not that I want to give him an excuse to stay here longer...but I don't want him taking the baby. It's second shift, so I'd hardly ever see him! He's a goof ball with no job, no career, no license, no place to live and not a cent to his name. He thinks he's taking the baby to Camden NJ. Where, by the way, his cousin was just stabbed at a convenience store. Over my dead body! I told him he was welcome to leave and that I would care for Brighton until Renee got home. Not that Keith and I really feel like having a baby in our lives at this point, but, how would I ever sleep again knowing he might be hungry or wearing a dirty diaper?
On a comletely, less dramatic, note, today and tomorrow my whole household is being relegated to yard work. I might as well use the free labor while I have it. I want to move all my periennials (I'm sure that's spelled wrong, but I'm too lazy to look it up) and I have to dig up all my day lillies and divide them, plus I have a large bush that needs to be moved.
Renee is going to a 90 day rehab in Texas. She just had to get a physical and some tests done. That's done and faxed to the place...so they'll be calling any day with her start date. I think Ray found a job!!! Through an employment agency. Not that I want to give him an excuse to stay here longer...but I don't want him taking the baby. It's second shift, so I'd hardly ever see him! He's a goof ball with no job, no career, no license, no place to live and not a cent to his name. He thinks he's taking the baby to Camden NJ. Where, by the way, his cousin was just stabbed at a convenience store. Over my dead body! I told him he was welcome to leave and that I would care for Brighton until Renee got home. Not that Keith and I really feel like having a baby in our lives at this point, but, how would I ever sleep again knowing he might be hungry or wearing a dirty diaper?
On a comletely, less dramatic, note, today and tomorrow my whole household is being relegated to yard work. I might as well use the free labor while I have it. I want to move all my periennials (I'm sure that's spelled wrong, but I'm too lazy to look it up) and I have to dig up all my day lillies and divide them, plus I have a large bush that needs to be moved.
Monday, September 08, 2008
"I'm a joker, I'm a smoker....."
On a completely different note....
I am not an overly political person. I have my views and my favorites, but I don't feel the need to put my opinions out there. I'd be happy to have a political discussion, if one came up, but I wouldn't be the one to do so. Also, I don't really care what your views are. If you like this guy better than that guy...good for you. I might think it's a bad choice, but it's your decision. If you want a McCain sign in your yard, feel free. If you want an Obama t-shirt, fine and dandy.
BUT...there are these two guys at work that have bumper stickers that say NOBAMA. For some reason, they really piss me off. Every time I walk past the one car, I want to smash the back windshield where he has the sticker. I don't know why this particular sticker brings out this feeling of rage in me, but it does.
The other day I cut out little red G's to match the sticker and placed them over the red N's. Leaving their stickers to say GOBAMA. I did it as a joke. They noticed and found out it was me, now they're swearing revenge. In a funny, "we'll see who laughs last" kind of way. But, I'm a nervous wreck as to what they might do. It's driving me insane...which is probably part of their plan. I've never been one for practical jokes because I'm always afraid of the retaliation. Something just got the better of me in this case and now I'll probably pay the price. Everytime I see the one guy in the hall he says, "Game on!" and I nearly pee my pants.
I am not an overly political person. I have my views and my favorites, but I don't feel the need to put my opinions out there. I'd be happy to have a political discussion, if one came up, but I wouldn't be the one to do so. Also, I don't really care what your views are. If you like this guy better than that guy...good for you. I might think it's a bad choice, but it's your decision. If you want a McCain sign in your yard, feel free. If you want an Obama t-shirt, fine and dandy.
BUT...there are these two guys at work that have bumper stickers that say NOBAMA. For some reason, they really piss me off. Every time I walk past the one car, I want to smash the back windshield where he has the sticker. I don't know why this particular sticker brings out this feeling of rage in me, but it does.
The other day I cut out little red G's to match the sticker and placed them over the red N's. Leaving their stickers to say GOBAMA. I did it as a joke. They noticed and found out it was me, now they're swearing revenge. In a funny, "we'll see who laughs last" kind of way. But, I'm a nervous wreck as to what they might do. It's driving me insane...which is probably part of their plan. I've never been one for practical jokes because I'm always afraid of the retaliation. Something just got the better of me in this case and now I'll probably pay the price. Everytime I see the one guy in the hall he says, "Game on!" and I nearly pee my pants.
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