Lost in Georgia

Hey friends.  Sorry I have been MIA lately.  Things have been kind of crazy the last few weeks.  Let me tell you about it.

First, I have started looking for a job.  I am burned out on staying home.  I had an interview Thursday and it blew chunks, umkay?  Come to find out it was a debt collection place, and they want you to collect $24,000 in past due debt a month.  WTF?  Do they not know the situation with our economy?  Do they not know people have caller ID to avoid debt collectors?  They only paid $560 every two weeks, too!  NO THANKS!  Just gonna keep on looking.

We have embarked on some home improvement projects that are keeping me busy.  We have replaced our hot water heater.  We put new sink faucets in both our bathrooms.  We had our septic tank pumped out.  I have ordered a new couch and loveseat that is to DIE for.  It will be here tomorrow.  We also have paint colors picked out to repaint our master bath, our screened in porch, and some other things. 

Hope you all had a great Valentine’s Day.  The fireman had to work, so we went out Friday night.  He gave me a pretty silver heart necklace and took me to a little bistro down in the historic district.  We had martini’s and the best meal I think I have ever had.  He was going to take me to see a chick flick after dinner, but I was so full and sleepy all I wanted to do was come home and put on my stretchy pants, LOL!

I will be back!  Missed you guys and I am heading on over to catch up with your blogs.  Have a terrific Tuesday.

J——————-

There has to be something in the water.  I know a few of the bloggers I read are pregnant or just had a baby.  A couple of people I know personally are, too.  It seems there pregnant people everywhere.  I also know a few people that don’t want to be pregnant.

I took one friend to terminate her pregnancy on Friday.  I am pro choice.  I think Roe v. Wade was one of the defining moments for women’s rights in this country.  I also know MANY people don’t agree with this.  I respect that as I hope you respect my opinion.  It is not an easy decision either way. 

Another friend is pregnant with no support.  I mean, what happened to the Old Days?  Girl meets boy, girl marries boy, boy and girl have baby?  Where did that go?  What is up with men that can’t support, or won’t support, children?

I know this post didn’t really go anywhere.  I just needed to get this out.  Thanks.

J—————

I know I already posted, but I just had to share this…………

Right before Christmas, my mother in law, who lives next door, asks me to accompany her to the Carter family cemetary (our last name is Carter) to put flowers on some of the family graves for Christmas.  “We won’t be gone long at all!”  Being as I have no job, sure I say.

We get there, do our business, rake around the graves, etc.  Nana then proceeds to walk me around THE ENTIRE CEMETARY and tell me all about the people that have died, who, how, what, when, where.  She is full of information.  It was cool, but I had to pee!

As we are leaving, we turn onto a little dirt road (Don’t laugh, I live on one!) and she is telling me all about the people that live around here.  We pass one house and she mentions that the woman that lives there used to be married to her first cousin, had a teenage daughter that was killed, worked for some time in Spain, blah, blah, blah.  That woman knows everything!

“J”, she says, “do you mind if we stop JUST A MINUTE and see her?  She was such a good woman.”

“No, Nana, I have no where to be.”  Here we go……..

TWO HOURS later, we leave.  Now, I had a nice time.  The woman, Joetta, was wonderful.  The conversation lively, and I learned a ton about the Carter family history.  Needless to say, a one hour trip to the cemetary turned into four hours.  I bitched a bit about it to the fireman, mom, and sissy.  Momma says, “Honey, just think though, you earned points in Heaven.”  Lord knows I need them.

Fast forward………..Nana calls me.  “You remember when we went to see Joetta a few weeks ago?  Well, she passed away in her chair on Friday.”

OMG! What???

 Not to be crass, but did I just lose my points, or do I get extra for this?

Tragic!

J—————–

I have several things tossing around in my brain today.  Please bear with me as I spew my shit out.  Thanks

First, K-Bear, I am truly sorry about your father-in-law.  I realize you were not close to him, and neither was your husband, but that doesn’t make it easier.  The fireman lost his Dad on May 6, which by the way is both of their birthdays.  Yes, his father got him as a birthday present, and his father died on his birthday.  I tell Fireman how special he is for this as no one will ever share that day with him the way he did with his father.  He WILL NOT talk about it.  Men are that way.  I have only seen him show emotion a couple of times since he died.  Don’t push him.  Let him be.  I will pray for your family.

Second, I am obsessed with the Inauguration.  I find my eyes welling every time I watch replays of it.  I have been a staunch Republican for years.  Yet, I was so disappointed in what George Bush did to our country for the last eight years, I found myself HAVING to vote for change.  I am excited to see what Obama does with the blessing bestowed upon him.  May he not waste it, and help save this country.

Lastly, I had a great weekend!  12 year old and some buddies went to the movies alone for the first time Friday night.  We picked them up to discover they had picked up some older girls and made out with them the whole movie.  I was horrified, yet sentimental.  It’s a right of passage that he has taken.  My friends birthday party was Saturday night and it ROCKED!  We had these shots that are half grape Pucker and half grape vodka.  They taste just like grape Koolaide and will sneak up on you!  They also lead to some AWESOME sex! ;0

Have a great day, my friends!  Holla back, bitches!

J————-

It sure has been a lazy week around here.  I have class every evening and some house work during the day, but that’s it.  I am so disappointed.  No funny stories yet this week.

This weekend should be different.  My boys have big plans. Preteen has a friend sleeping over and little man is going to a sleep over.  The fireman and I have a birthday party for a dear friend of mine Saturday night, so that should be a blast.  He is on duty Sunday so he won’t drink too much.  He can be the DD and bring me home and put me to bed.

As you know, I am taking cosmetology classes at night.  I have been in them for a year now.  We have class time on Monday nights, and then Tuesday through Thursday we take clients like a regular salon.  Last quarter we had so many students, there weren’t enough clients to go around.  We worked alot on manekin heads.  There were a bunch of seniors that graduated so we are now down several stations.  This week has been our first week of the quarter and damn if we aren’t busy as shit.  I love the ones that tip, too!

Hope you guys have a great weekend and stay warm!!  It is supposed to be 17 degress here Saturday morning.  I know that isn’t cold for some people but here it’s like a damn weather crisis!  BRING IN THE PETS, THE PLANTS, CHECK ON THE ELDERLY!  Sheesh!  I’ll be back!

J————

Guess what the fuck happened to me the other night?????  Lord a mercy.

A little background—I may have mentioned this.  The fireman and I have been together since 93.  We got married in 94, divorced in 05, back together six months later.  We are happy and are engaged, blah, blah, but haven’t remarried yet.  It’s our pot of stew, it works for us, and works well.

Anyhoo, I dated this stupid ass drummer in a cover band while we were broken up.  Yeah, I know, WTF was I thinking, but hey, it was good times.  He was a nice guy, he was just living this rock star fantasy of playing clubs all night, sleeping all day, a lot of drinkings, social drug useage.  He was a waste of time, but a fun time for awhile.  I have know Drummer Boy since middle school.  We were actually the best of friends for years and he was friends with the fireman, too.  Needless to say, when fireman found out, even though we were divorcing, it was not a good situation.

Fortunately, we both got our heads out of our asses and put our family back together, and it is great now.  Better than it ever was before.  Drummer Boy got really hurt in the sutuation.  We could NOT go back to being friends, all contact was cut off, and I am ashamed to say he was in love with me and wanted to make “a life” together, whatever the fuck that was!

Skip ahead to present day.  In the three years fireman and I have been back together I have only seen and spoken to Drummer Boy one time.  I ran into him at the grocery store.  It was civil and I actually apologized for hurting him and wished him well.  Well………….Wednesday night was Girl’s Night Out.  There is a little irish pub here in town we always go to.  I have been going there forever.  My town is not that big, about 100,000 strong.  I have never seen this guy out anywhere!  Mother fucker showed up to my bar the other night.  YEAH!

I got pains in my gut, seriously.  He was with his parents and some other girl that looked like shit, but whatever.  I didn’t even know he came in.  My back was to the door and one of my girlfriends was like, “Hey friend, guess what?”  I played it cool, never spoke  or even looked that way.  Go me! 

One of the girls told me, “Ya know, usually when you see people you don’t want to see, it is always when you look like shit.  J, you look fucking HOT tonight.”

Lord, I have the best friends.  Thanks!

J—————

I can now say I have been to the Alabama mountains.  More specifically, Fort Payne, Alabama.  For all you country music fans, this is the hometown and current residence of the group Alabama.  You know, “The Closer You Get”, “Lady Down on Love”, etc.  I am not so anal or old as to know this, but my mother is.

You see, we invited her to go with us on our brief trip to visit my aunt and uncle, which in itself is strange as my aunt is my dad’s sister and my parents are divorced 10 years now, lol.  The drive took about 6 1/2 hours.  Long time for the 8 year old, ya feel me?

My Uncle is a drinker, so the beer was on ice and the burgers ready for grilling when we arrived.  Needless to say, we got a bit toasted Thursday night.  Hell of a way to ring in New Year’s Day!   Does that mean I will be drunk all year???? Hmmmmmm.  Anywho, my aunt has a daughter, my cousin.  She is 31 and has a lovely son, also 12.  My cousin has the BIPOLAR!  No shit.  She has tragically tried to commit suicide several times and been institutionalized.  However, with proper treatment and medication she has shown such improvement she now has a mobile home on my aunt and uncle’s property and custody of her son again.

On Friday, as my mom, aunt, the fireman, and I rode around in the mountains, my cousin kept the boys.  We promised them roller skating later on.  My aunt and the fireman made a quick trip to the grocery as I was hood winked into touring the Alabama Fan Club and Museum with my mom.  Hence leaving she had in her grubby hand a 25 year anniversary box set of CD’s.

The fireman has now decided crazy cousin is just too crazy to be trusted taking our wee ones skating.  We all disagree and it turns into some DRAMA.  I FUCKING HATE DRAMA!!!!!!! In the end, they went skating.  No one was killed, stolen, hurt, hospitalized, etc.

Saturday morning we headed home.  Reminder, it’s 6 1/2 hours.  We have three Alabama CD’s.  We listen to the first one, the second one, half way through the third one the fireman tells my mom- “Gams, just because we have 80 of Alabama’s greatest hits doesn’t mean we have to listen to them all at ONE time!”

Moms says, “Oh come on, be a trooper!”

The fireman says, ” Fuck that!  I was tired of being a trooper two CD’s ago!”

Love him!

J——————-

Happy New Year’s Eve, friends.  I am feeling better today, not so blue.  I got up and went into town (cause I live in the country).  I had errands to run and presents to return and bills to pay.  I have also made plans for a road trip.  The fireman, the boys, my mom, and I are all leaving tomorrow morning for Boaz, Alabama.  My aunt lives there and has been begging us to come visit for two years.  I have no idea what the fuck is in Boaz, but we will find out.

No big plans here for tonight, as the fireman is working.  He hates for us to be out on New Year’s without him due to all the drunks on the road.  So, I have a 12 pack of Bud Light Lime and some packing to do.  Bets are good I won’t make it to midnight. LOL!

Hope you guys have a great time tonight and BE SAFE! No drinking and driving, OK?  See ya back here next week.

J——–

Hi guys!  I hope you all had the best Christmas.  I know I did.  We spent a ton of time with family, ate too much, drank too much, you get the idea.

I think I am getting depressed.  When I got laid off  two months ago, I took it like a champ.  I threw myself into getting my house organized and cleaned.  Then came all the Christmas preparations to keep me busy.  Now, the holidays are over, the tree is down, the decorations packed away for next year.  I am lost.

I just absolutely do not know what to do with myself.  I have layed around for four days.  Yesterday I decided to get up and find something to keep me busy.  I worked in the yard for a bit.  Well, long enough to get blisters from raking.  I don’t do that too much, obviously. 

I haven’t left the house since Christmas, besides running to the grocery store yesterday for half an hour.  I keep thinking about the future and there is nothing to look forward to.  I go back to school next week, thank goodness for that.  But, that is still a week away.  I am just lost.

Sorry to be so bleak, I just needed to vent.  I think about job hunting, but watching the news and reading the paper don’t help.  There are just NO jobs out there, and I can’t stay home forever.  I don’t know.  I guess I just leave it in the Lord’s hands.  When we don’t know what were are doing, he sure does.

I wish all of you a Happy New Year.  The fireman has to work, so they boys and I will probably hang out here.  I hope you have a great and safe time whatever you are doing.  May the New Year bring us all wonderful things.  There is nowhere to go but up from here, right?

J————-

Yeah so, um………I almost killed sissy’s loser boyfriend tonight.

My sissy has a piece of shit boyfriend.  He has a part time job as a fry cook, lives with his parents, smokes dope(which is fine if you can afford it, lol), and is just plain a piece of shit. 

For our little private family Christmas dinner I made my specialty, a to-die-for, broccoli casserole (yeah I can’t spell).  Any who………. you make it with cream of mushroom soup.  My little ones HATE mushrooms.  From the time they could talk they always ask me “Mom, is there mushrooms in this?”.  Being the awesome mother that I am I say “No baby, no mushrooms are in that”, so they will eat it.  Little background, sissy’s piece of shit is DEATHLY allergic to the mushroom……………..

Mom gets here first.  I am putting the casserole together for the baking of the sweet goodness.  She asks what’s in it.  I tell her, adding “Maybe sissy’s boyfriend will eat it and die”.  LOL, I SWEAR I SAID IT IN JEST!

Skip ahead to dinner time.  Little man has his plate I made him.  He says, “Mom, are there mushrooms in this?’.  Being the super, sneaky Mom that I am I say, “No pumpkin, no mushrooms in that!” .

Fast forward…..I am making my plate and I call out to sissy’s loser not to eat the casserole.  Um yeah, not so much.  He heard me tell little man there were no mushrooms so helped himself to a HUGE helping of said casserole.

FUCK!!!!!! 

HE GOT SICK.  He started puking and puffing up.  Being as he  doesn’t have valable employment he has no insurance and will NOT go to the doctor.  Sissy takes him to get Benadryl. 

I was mortified.  I felt really bad, but mom and I couldn’t help but laugh.  I am so burning in hell.  Anyone want to be my roommate there?

Blessed be, he didn’t die.  He recovered, but I bet he won’t eat at my house again. 

Falalalala,

J——-