Psychos and Talking Yorkies, And July Just Started

Can't sleep. It's almost 2:30am and I'm nowhere near being sleepy. Brent worked on the computer and bought new this/that and it's back in working order, tip-top shape. The poor man literally had to rebuild this piece of equipment and then go and buy another sound card because somewhere along the way ours was corrupted. He had to update the BIOS and cmos this and waaay too complex for me. Boring. But the good news is: I can hear everything now. I can hear the songs on my blog and I love that because at this point in my life, I love these songs or I wouldn't have put them on here. So, how was the fourth for y'all?? Ours was really pretty awesome. I wanted to take pics but my camera wasn't charged up so that blew big time. Brent's parents and his brother and my SIL and their two kiddos stopped by and they all popped fireworks. It seemed like the boys would never run out but we had a good time just watching all the fireworks going off around here. My brother-in-law bought a really pretty and big one that we did close to the end and that's the ones I like the best. Liam and Ian really enjoy the ones that are loud and louder and the more obnoxious, the better. Brent had bbq'd all day so when everyone left we stayed out until after 12:30, came in, ate again and we all took showers and watched some tv until the boys got sleepy. Needless to say it was after 3am before Brent and I got some shut-eye. They let us sleep in though and that was really nice. I really should have quick charged my cameras and taken some photos. I made a blueberry crunch for dessert and although I didn't eat dessert until about 2am, it was DELICIOUS. It was lovely and moist, and fruity and blueberryey ?. Brent loved it and so did the boys. Ian cannot get enough of it.

So, trying to find some fun stuff to do next week. I have a few things in mind for the boys but we'll see how that goes. Have a return on a computer software thingy from Circuit City and some errands to run on Monday, but other than that no big plans. My psychotic brother is up to his bad habits and to say the least, it's embarrassing. Have a little couth, gain some composure, act like an adult and check yourself back into rehab so you don't fuck away the next half of your life. I have no patience or room in my life for people that don't help themselves first so that chapter is closed. I'll just pull my Scarlett O'Hara thinking out of the closet that I haven't had to use for a long time and remember that "I'll think about that tomorrow." I used to be pretty good at it so hopefully time and age have been good to me and I'll be able to do it again. So, needless to say I won't be worrying about that.

I added Twitter to the upper right corner so keep adding updates. It's a pretty neat thing and I'm still trying to get used to it, but I can definitely see it getting more popular. I kind of messed around with it and you can go into Everyone and catch a glimpse of what others are saying and if you get interested, you can stay up on their updates via your phone and text into your updates. It was kind of cool so I might be adding to it periodically.

OK, so Brent and I had fun last night. I was outside watching them ride the four-wheeler and dirt bikes and then Brent took Ian riding on the Buell. That kid loves that motorcycle. He loves his daddy too but put them both together and it's a winning combination. OK, so no more blah, blah, blah about the boys and Brent. Anyway Brent rode up to me and said "How in the hell can I still be in love with you after all this time? We should be over this by now, right?" I don't know if it will ever happen but I'm just enjoying the ride while it lasts. And what a great ride it is....

UPDATE... UPDATE: Psycho bitch next door had a booty call and we witnessed it. Well, not actually THE booty call but I was out watering and Brent came up and said the guy on the motorcycle is there so we ran and looked and YUP, an actual booty-call.

I guess now I can sleep well knowing that highly disturbed, painfully ugly people out there in this world are getting a piece of ass every now and then too.

Oh and this piece of information I know you just can't live without: According to Tricia: dogs CAN talk. She called me this morning swearing up and down that Toshi wanted to go out and he was whining at the door and she swears she heard him say, hang on to your ass cuz this is one for the history books, dogs can TALK, she heard Toshi say "Maa Maa." You know, momma. WTF?? I think she's worked at the post office soooo long that now she's going postal. As in over the edge crazy. So, Toshi can now call her name when he wants to go out. I bet Maizee is all jealous and starts talking before long. You can bet your ass I won't be volunteering to bring that little sucker to his groomers anytime soon. Could you imagine driving down the road with Toshi in his little carrier all buckled up and all of a sudden he says "Bitch, you better not be dropping me off at the old dyke's house to get my balls washed!" To which I would reply: "You better shut-up or she'll find you in a pan of water on her stove when she comes home from work today!" Yorkies, aarrrhhh!! Ciao.

Poor Little Earless Toshi!

This is Toshi - my sister's little yorkie. He's cute and little but kind of gross. He makes me gag a lot because she lets him lick all over her face and shares food with him and well, you know .... he likes to lick his ASS! YYUUUKKK!!! We just died laughing when my other sister sent this out because as you can tail, his little ear on the left is missing it's tip. Yup, it's true... his groomer snipped off his ear when he went in for a cleaning or whatever the hell you call it. Snip, in one swift swipe the crazy lady cut off poor Toshi's ear. I don't get to see Tricia cry much but I was there when they called and she freaked out. She couldn't stop crying and I couldn't stop laughing. They rushed him to the vet to see if it could be reattached but to no avail. So now I call him "damaged." Poor Toshi. Oh well, he shouldn't lick his ass.

I cannot believe it's been like 10 days since I posted. You know, I actually used to be obsessed with all this and think it was sooo great, then I just thought about all the crap I'm not getting done so I decided I'd only do my posts at night when everyone is asleep and all the crap has been done. Well, guess what? Bad idea. I never remember. I love watching Ray and cannot hardly get to sleep without my dose of Debra and then of course I have to stay up and watch Jimmy Kimmel and switch between that and Craig Ferguson or watch something I recorded from earlier in the evening and on and on and on... and then I'm too sleepy. So sometimes when I hit the sack at 2am I'm not in the mood to pluck away on the computer. So that's the big story on me. Wanted to ask some advice about a problem but really, in the end, do we ever give a shit about anyone else's problems? Nah, not really. LOL So I digress, but I won't be asking for any hints or advice because as much as I want to share my problems or ask the advice, I really don't care what the answers are because in the end I'm going to do what my heart tells me to do and in the end, do you really give a shit? Thought so. So we'll just skip that whole ordeal and get on to something else.

Spent the whole weekend with Liam and my sisters. Liam needed to get away and have some fun without his brother and I needed to get away ... well, just because I did. Sooo, it was fun. We laughed and laughed and laughed. I'll have to write a post about it one day but we just cracked up and all kinds of crap and then I made up a story after we visited this 400 year old tree and the place where Evangeline (you know the poem by Longfellow) originated about what we be like if we lived back in the last 1700's and had to do all the crap they had to do. It was hilarious because I think I'd still be the one who thinks differently than everyone else and not let their judgments skew mine. Well, we all decided I'd probably have been burned at the stake for being blasphemous. I cannot say everything I said but it was really funny. We laughed all day. And then we went to see Definitely, Maybe. BORING>>>>> DO NOT WASTE YOUR MONEY>. Now, don't get me wrong. It was OK for a rental, but to pay $12 for me and Liam to watch it and it was waaaaayy too long and my back was hurting and I was tired and my contacts dried out so my eyeballs were sticking to my inside lids and my ass was asleep and Liam was hungry and one sister was asleep on one side and the other one was balled up in a little cocoon with her jacket and needless to say, I WAS NOT a happy camper. I was sooo tired. It DEFINITELY, MAYBE could have waited to been seen on a DVD in the comfort of my big, comfy couch. So we made it back in time (15 minutes) to go to our class. Brent and Ian stayed home and had a good weekend doing whatever they wanted. Brent threw a baseball into Ian's face and busted his top lip. I wasn't too happy but Ian said he forgot to catch the ball because he turned to watch the man mow grass a few houses down. (Whatever.) It looks much better today. So then I had to go pick up Ian at my other sisters, go to the grocery store at 8:00 last night to get stuff for their lunches and then come home and make grilled cheese and tomato soup for supper. YUK. I opted for peanut butter and apple but they gobbled up that nastiness. I hate tomato soup so I gag when I have to smell it heating in the microwave. My apple was guuud. Since the big meat scare and it being in lots of hamburger meat in our area school, although not out school district, Liam refuses to eat anything with meat in it at school. Can't say I blame him my poor little cute adorable germophobe. I told him he could still eat the chicken and he was like "nah, I'll just eat cheese sticks." Excuse me. Don't think so. So they usually buy about twice a week so I told them just tell me what you want and I'll bring it to ya'll for lunch so their request this week is asian chicken salads from Jack in the Box. Those are really yummy if you haven't tried them. Although Ian hates the chicken so I usually make him give me his pack of chicken. Oh, and tell them not to heat it. Heating it makes it taste disgusting and I feel like any germs and salmonella that may be lurking in the there are just zapped to life with that microwave. So we prefer our chicken cold. Germs can't grow in cold right? Right? Right. OK. Enough for now. Off to get the kiddos, give them a light snack then off to baseball practice for two hours. Good thing is that they both practice on the same field just at opposite ends so it makes it really convenient. Late on that. Will update more often but only if I have something interesting to say, well I guess interesting to me may not be interesting to you but oh well, you can decide. Ciao bella!

Toshi & Maxx

Over the weekend my little sister and my nephew came over and we had a slumber party. Well, after a full day of soccer and soccer parties it was now time to entertain TOSHI. WTF? Yeah, if anybody knows me they know I don't like animals. No, it's not that I don't like them. I don't have time to play foo-foo with a 2 pound dog. He's not even really a dog, he's more of an oversized vermin. He's a yorkie and he is sooo spoiled. First of all, I don't allow animals in our house. Our own dog has only been in when she spent two days cooped up in the bathroom when we adopted her and she had been fixed so I felt sorry for her. Ivey sleeps in the garage at night and she's well taken care of, but she does not come in the house. Well, except for when she lived in here during the hurricane. But Brent was stressed and I was four hours away so what was I going to say? But Toshi, oh Toshi, Toshi, Toshi. He doesn't know it yet but we'll be going to fist city pretty soon. I told my sister he was going to be sleeping that night (as in sleeping with the fishies). She didn't think it was too funny but we did. Three of us, well four, including Toshi, slept in my bed that night. He stayed on the bed all night and didn't move too much or else we would have heard that stupid bell around his neck. I slept pretty good but I think Toshi just laid there and stared at me, wondering what my next move was going to be. I'm sure he thought I had something sinister up my sleeve, but I really didn't. I always tell Tricia "I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too," so I'm kind of surprised she slept at all. All in all, I have to make sure everything is washed and cleaned before Brent gets back and there are no traces of Toshi. Although I did tell her he needs his voice box removed because that yip-yap dog barking is soooo annoying.

We had fun and made s'mores. The boys stayed up all night playing Halo 3 and Madden or whatever. I watched the complete 2nd season of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia." That show is sooo funny. I'm usually pretty picky about what shows appeal to my sense of humor, but this one is sooooooo RUTHLESS. They attack everything, politically incorrect or not. I guess that's why I find it so funny. If you haven't checked it out, do so -- you may think it's as funny as we do.

See, the boys understand my humor towards animals. I really do like dogs (not cats, highly allergic) but I feel we can't be the "perfect" owners and wouldn't take care of an indoor pet properly. Don't even get me started on the fiasco with the two "female" hamsters. Well, about a month later my two females had 14 babies. 14. Liam thought she was getting sick and throwing up and out came the babies. BLOP, BLOP BLOP. I was running around the house screaming and called my neighbor to see if I should bring them to the vet. Then I got a hold of myself and I was like "nope, not gonna happen." Needless to say, my sister in Louisiana took them off our hands after the babies kept disappearing (don't even ask where they are because I have no idea). She brought them with her and her husband let all of them go in the woods behind their house. Yup, gone, just like that. But she did have two hamsters that she loved dearly, Thibodeaux and Boudreaux. Well, one went blind and one had tumors after she took them to the vet to find out what was wrong. She cried. I laughed. How can you get attached to a freakin' hamster? I just don't have the molecular make-up for that. However, my boys and Brent may disagree. Recently, Maxx, our 5 year old, very big oscar got sick in his tank and was growing these things all over his head and his eyes began bulging out of his head. I thought he had hypothyroidism -- I'm not even sure a fish has a thyroid -- but Brent was adamant that he had an incurable fish disease. I wanted to call the fish guy in town or bring him down the street to a vet but Brent thought he'd do better if we released him into a pond full of really big bass, catfish and gators. Oh yeah, great idea! I, on the other hand, felt this murderous act was disrespectful to Maxx, as he had been a really good fish for all these years. So, after work Brent took a 5 gallon bucket and scoops him up. Maxx literally filled it up. He was so long and really fat! He didn't seem that big in the tank. Well, they loaded him on the four-wheeler and took him to the pond to get it over with. I was a little pissed. For two days I had been meticulously staring at his tank because Brent told me that his eyes were bulging out so much that they literally could pop out of his head and float off, well, that was too exciting to miss. So you can imagine my disappointment when he carries off the x-large fish, eyes intact. You know, for once just let me witness something really gross. Something I'll have bad dreams about for weeks. Something that will forever change the way I eat my friends from the sea. But noooo, off they go. So Ian and I were talking about what was happening and he started crying ... and then I felt this salty substance squeak ever so slightly out of the corner of my eye. I sniffled. He reacted. "Momma, are YOU crying?" I explained to him that I felt like Maxx was part of the family and how much I was going to miss watching him eat crawfish, lizards, crickets, roaches, and anything else we'd feed to him. He would literally jump out of the tank and eat it from Brent's hands when it was feeding time. Well, when they came back about a half hour later, Liam was totally crushed, emotional, crying and sobbing. It was sooo sad. But we all had a good cry, we said a fond farewell to our good friend, and promised we'd get some bass to put in the tank soon. Ciao!