Claim to fame

See this? This is literally at the corner of the street where our offices and plant are. You couldn't turn right out of the street! Unfortunately, the police department had it so restricted, we couldn't see anything but the trains. :(

They were here filming on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week.

Seven Things Mememe

This is all Boo's fault. And like my original twin, I can always think of this stuff until I actually sit down to type it.

Seven things to do before I die:
1. Watch my children grow up
2. Go to Disney World
3. Go to Hawaii
4. Build my dream house
5. Own some horses and cattle
6. Finish college
7. Win the lottery

Seven things I cannot do:
1. Whistle
2. Stand on my head
3. Stay focused lately
4. Control my temper with my ex
5.
6.
7. Win the lottery

Seven things that attract me to my mate:
1. His ass
2. His sense of humor
3. His Wranglers
4. His cowboy hat
5. His dog
6. His love of old cars
7. His smile

Seven things I say:
1. What the hell?
2. Why me?
3. What in the blue hell....
4. STOP touching/kicking/hitting your brother/sister!
5. NO!
6. How many times have I told you....
7. WHAT!?!?!

Seven books I love:
1. The Earth Children series
2. The Little House on the Prairie series
3. Stephanie Plum series
4. Harry Potter series
5. The Little Prince
6. Little Men/Little Women
7. I can't think of anything else right now....

Seven movies that I've loved:
1. Most anything Disney
2. Dirty Dancing
3. Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood
4. Stepmom
5. Pretty Woman
6. ET
7. Shrek

Seven People I Tag:
Is there anyone left who hasn't done this?

In a nutshell...

The Rottens....they haven't seen their grandparents in almost a month. The ex-inlaws are quite agonized over this, as they usually see the kids every couple of days. They haven't been over to their dad's in over 6 weeks. They don't want to go and I refuse to force them. Throw in the nearly weekly sleepovers, birthday parties, and a trip to the farm and the ex-family is a bit upset with me right now. The way DH and I figure it, the kids are growing up, they have several friends and are having fun. *shrug* If the ex and his family want to see the kids, they need to make an effort to make it happen. Since they haven't tried (up until this past weekend), then they have no reason to complain. And speaking of their "efforts," the Rottens are leaving tomorrow evening to spend 10 days at the lake with their grandparents, aunt and uncle, and cousins.

Me.....I called the company on Friday and told them that regretfully I could not take the position they offered me due to the money they offered. I asked HR to keep me in mind should another position open up. We'll see.

My oobie cysts....I go in tomorrow afternoon for my first ever mammogram. I am dreading this. I'm scared shitless. I will survive and once again, they will tell me that I have fibrocystic oobies. This time, however, they will probably recommend removal.

Breezy.....there is a new Keith Anderson song on the radio with vocals by Steven Tyler. It's called 3 Quart Country and American Rock & Roll. They played it this morning at 7:40 for the first time and I thought of you. I would have called, but...well...there's no Breezy in my cell phone.

Augie....*hugs* Your Keith needs to have his head examined. That is all.

Carey...I'm not speaking to you. Or Jen. Or Glowie. Or mm. Or mtw. Or Catt. Or .... any other person you had meet up with you in SF this weekend. Meanie.

Life in general....dealable. The kids are having fun so far this summer. DH has been in a pretty good mood. And I'm hanging in there. Stressed out, but hey - that's become a normal thing for me again.

Gah!

I just wrote a huge, long post about the Rottens having a life and those adults in their life being jealous and blogger ate it.

Waaaaaaaaaah!

More job news...

I was offered a job this morning. It's for a medical management company, doing accounts receivables and dealing with the insurance companies. I really would like to take this job. BUT...it's a $400/month pay cut and that's $400 we "need."

What to do...what to do...the state of my current job is bad enough that I'm about ready to take the job and figure out our finances later. Yikes.

Update on yesterday and today

Thanks for the Anni wishes. Boo's right, it does seem like we've been married longer than a year. However, that's a good thing!

Rotten2 and I had a brainstorm! Instead of buying her something, I gave her my wooden handmade doll house. She'd never seen it before, as it's been in storage at her Nana's for the last 9 years. We bought new doll people and have decided to fix it up over the next few weeks together.

Rotten1 has been glued to his Playstation2 and 4 new games with breaks to go swimming and play with his friends.

As for the doctor's appointment....*sigh* It's something I've been dreading for a few months now. ***TMI ALERT*** A few fluidy cysts appeared a few years ago. They've been monitored but there was no reason to do anything with them because they were just hanging out. Well, a few months ago, I noticed a slight change in one of them. Thus, today's appointment. So, I now have a sonogram scheduled in two weeks and a follow up appointment to decide what to do in a month. Doc says there's nothing to worry about...so I'm trying not to worry.

Anni, Musings, and a Question

Today is our 1 year anniversary. We aren't doing anything special, just another day for the most part. DH is getting a nearly new riding lawn mower though. It's also Father's Day and Larry's neice's 16th birthday. The kids opted to stay with us for the weekend, even though, once again, they should be at their dad's. *shrug*

DH just called me from Walmart. Apparently Rotten2 has found a tank top that I need, but they weren't sure what size to get. I can't help but laugh.

Tomorrow, I have a doctor's appointment. Wish me luck and good thoughts.

Now, for the question....I'm debating on buying Rotten1 a new Playstation2. He's been in the Dark Ages with his Playstation1 for years. But...if I do this without it being a birthday or special occasion, I feel like I should do something similar for Rotten2, especially since she'd be the only one (DH, her brother, her) that doesn't get something new. But what the hell does a 6 year old girl need? She's got more toys than effing Toys R Us.

Momma needs a meme

So Catt's done it. Dweeze did it. What the hell, right?

Momma needs sleep
Momma needs a bath now!
Momma needs a girls' night out
Momma needs your help right this minute
Momma needs a new pair of shoes
Momma needs some inspiration
Momma needs a new roof (WTF???)
Momma needs her cocktail
Momma needs more smilies
Momma needs a haircut
Momma needs a cigarette
Momma needs plane tickets
Momma needs to pay her credit card bills

How the hell do these folks know me so well?!

Of course, entering my real name brings some effing hilarious results...

(Real Name) needs a visit to The Bunny Planet (How odd that Google seems to link together those in blogland just when they need it most)
(Real Name) needs to shear all her sheep in a matter of days
(Real Name) needs a food we are happy to leave smeared on our faces
(Real Name) needs private support

Shhhh!

Be vewy, vewy quiet.

No. We're not hunting wabbits. But it's quite peaceful in my house. The kids stayed at the farm for the week, DH is at work, and the animals are sleeping. Yay!

Maybe I should throw a party. What are you going to bring?

Vacation Day!

Hooray! *hops* I was quite worried that I would end up having to go in to work today and tomorrow. Seems that every time I take a day or two off, something major goes wrong. So far, I only have one parts shortage to concern myself with and it can be worked around. Let's just hope that this time, no one quits or gets fired.

In related news, DH was supposed to be off work at 7 am. He's still at work. His relief quit yesterday. So who knows when he'll get off work. I'm just hoping he doesn't have to pull a second 24 hour shift, because that makes for a very unhappy and grumpy DH.

We are supposed to be heading to the farm this weekend for the annual car show. The kids will be staying there all next week. Rotten1 has a baseball game tonight, that he's probably going to miss - if DH gets off work. He's a bit upset, but quite ready to get out of town for 10 days. We may head up there later whether or not DH gets off work. He can drive up later or tomorrow.

And now? My right eye is twitching. That can't be good.

What day is it?

Not sure if I'm suffering from wanna-be-summer-vacay or what, but I've had a hell of a time remembering what day of the week it is lately. And this week has really thrown me off, as I'm taking Thursday and Friday off. Which meant I spent all day today convinced it was Wednesday. Ah well.

So.....what's up with you? What day do you want it to be?

Ut Oh

This has been the strangest weekend I've had in a long time. A weekend of firsts, if you will.

It started with DH keeping the kids on their first day of summer vacation. He has been known to keep the Rottens for bits and pieces, but never a whole day. He has gained a new understanding and appreciation for (step)parenting, I do believe. And I'm enjoying the hell out of it.

It progressed to the ex not picking up the kids Friday night. Come to find out, after dinner and ice cream, they didn't want to go with him anyway. How did I find this out? I sure as shit didn't ask them! They told their dad when Rotten2 called him at 9-something to ask him why he wasn't picking them up.

Saturday dawned hot and slightly humid. We took the kids to Rotten1's baseball game, where the ex and his girlfriend showed up. Nothing too odd there, except the ex actually pretended he gives a shit and helped out in the dugout for the first time all season. Of course, it's the second to last game. Then, standing in the parking lot after the game, the kids inform their dad and me that they want me to take them to a friend's birthday party at 4 and that they are going home with me and DH. This is at noon. I had no idea this was coming, so I was a bit surprised but told the kids if that's what they wanted to do they'd best load their butts in my truck. The ex was not happy but blew it off. We went to the party, had a good time, and the kids decided to veer off to spend the night with friends, knowing they were supposed to be meeting up with their dad after the party. Of course, who's left to call the ex and let him know? Me. Yeah. He was slightly pissed and started to get an attitude, which I quickly shut down with something along the lines of "Hey, I'm not going to force them to go to your house when they don't want to."

So, this morning.....I pick the kids up around noon and we call their dad. At this point, they are kind of resigned to the idea that it's the end of dad's weekend and they haven't gone over there. They called. He "requested" their presence immediately. And they started to refuse. Again. Then I guess they figured it'd be okay. Of course, all the way over there, I had to listen to them complaining about the girlfriend's three kids, the girlfriend, their dad, etc.

And now....I've vegged out and napped for the better part of the day. I feel like a truck ran over me and I'm running a low grade fever. No real complaints other than a nagging headache that doesn't want to go away. Joy. I do not want to get sick. I have plans for this week, dammit. I do not need to get sick. I haven't been sick with a fever in almost a year! For the moment, I have a bit of energy, so I'm trying to clean this pigsty I live in. It's absolutely looking like a train wreck.

Off to dust a bit! Then I'll try to catch up a bit more on the blogworld. *smooch*

Quote of the Day

Courtesy of Rotten1 on the way home from his last day of school today:

"You know, Mom...it really sucks that grown-ups don't get a summer vacation."

*sigh* Tell me about it. *sigh*

In other news, Larry started using his insulin pump yesterday. I'm still sending out resumes regularly, although I haven't had any callbacks recently. The dog and cat seem to have some type of skin thing going on with itchy spots that turn into an open sore over time. It appears this will result in quite the interesting trip to the vet's office.

*smooches*