I love camping

nothing like sitting around a campfire until all hours of the night! Skeeter (minus his gal), Scooter and Stretch and I camped out. I bought this modified tear drop trailer because tents are not me anymore. very comfy. but no room for Stella. She slept with Skeeter and Butters and cried all night. Other than the killer heat index it was much needed fun away from home in Gods country aka my 40 acres in the woods. The dogs cooled off in the creek. We took nature hikes. We ate walking tacos. YUM!!!

LDP or not…

Sunday LDP came over and brought all the fixings for roast beast. All he needed was an oven and cutting board. I hooked him up. My chili was already cooking. He told me he had won a chili cook off and his secret ingredients were cinnamon and chocolate. Okay…. I thought about it. My sons are very picky and love the way I make chili. I went for it. I could definitely taste the teaspoon of cinnamon and thought oh, oh. While things were cooking we played Wii. He had never done it before. It was fun and really, what else to do for entertainment? I guess I was at a loss.

So, the boys show up and Skeeter tastes the chili and mentioned tasting cinnamon. Well, uh, must be too much “powder” again? I fessed up. He ate it. I sent home most of it with the guys and saved some for lunch at work. Yum. Sitting overnight, it really bought all the flavors together and there was no hint of cinnamon. Of course I always crush up a ton of crackers and everything tastes better with cheese.

Back to the subject…LPD drank lots of beer that night and we had already planned on him staying so he didn’t have to drive 45 minutes home. I told him if he behaved he could sleep in my bed. He hesitated a bit, offered the couch (which is like sleeping on the floor with a steel bar stabbing you in the back). In the end he behaved himself quite a bit and although there was a hint of… well I told him I wasn’t gonna do that. And no, it didn’t happen. I keep my thermostat at 60 degrees while I am sleeping. It felt like 160. That man sends of big time body heat. And we were both dressed in sweats head to toe. HOT as in sweaty all night. Not a whole lot of sleep that night for all the wrong reasons!

So we emailed back and forth and he thanked me for having him at PC and mentioned being available for the weekend after next. This next weekend he has his daughter and invited me to go sledding and to a movie. The thing that bothered me was he pretty much said the WHOLE weekend when he didn’t have her. Well, anyone who knows me, knows I cannot be smothered and having someone here 24/7 for the whole weekend wasn’t going to happen. I mentioned something about not looking for a f-buddy but a committed relationship.

Then came an email that confirmed what I had been thinking. He does want to see me (his exact words were, just what I have been looking for) but went on about the future and he wasn’t willing to move here and etc etc. Hello. It’s all a bit premature anyway. Hell, I have only seen him three times and that was spread over like three months.

So, I told him (via email because of the hearing loss thing), that there would be options down the road IF and WHEN we decide to be a committed couple. And if he is just looking for someone to screw once in a while there are most likely alot of women on that dating site looking for just that.

He makes a killer roast beast by the way!

My baby is 22

If that doesn’t make me feel old…well, I AM old!!!

Happy Birthday Scooter. Love you bunches. yo momma

some days…

…it’s really hard to get out of bed. Other days, I just want to hate him and get on with my life. Today, it’s hate big time. Friday will be week number 4 since I have returned to PC. I really hope the break downs are done. Yesterday was a bad one. Because of the email he sent, telling me he thought about me on Mothers Day (which was also my birthday), hoping I had a good day and commended me on the good job I did raising my sons.

I have all but given up with that stupid dating site. Maybe the men contacting me have good intentions but my trust is 100% gone. gone. gone. One guy seems nice but desperate and lonely. I do not want to be smothered AGAIN. And I really don’t need a man who is unemployed. Curious if some of them are really retired. I heard of one that claimed retirement, younger than me and found out he was on disability= fibromialgia. Please.

So…I give up on love. I have all I need. Guess I will look forward to summer and sprucing up PC. It could use some.

My Skeeter and his girl are house hunting. Not sure if they can afford it but I wish them well. They need to be together and get the extra dog out. Can’t wait until PC is mine again. I am kind of tired of sleeping in the spare bedroom on a twin size bed but it was my choice. I want my bedroom back. And I have a HUGE ass TV in my living room. Scooter won it. It needs to go.

Holy Crap

I looked out my window last night and saw a huge black bear crossing the street headed to my property. I panicked. Do I call animal control? Next thing I know he’s licking blood off my deck, from my sister whom he had just consumed. Then it smashed through the slider and I am out of control yelling at Scooter and Skeeter to GET IT OUT OF HERE. I hide underneath a table in the corner. Then I wake up.

What does it all mean?

A Crappy Christmas!

My sissy did it again. I love it. The wooden box will be perfect for storing some of the Cola Christmas deco.

My sissy and I have had a joke going on for several years now. It started when I wrapped a tacky votive candle holder and gave it to her for Christmas. The following year I got it back. And so on. This year I bought her a pot holder featuring the pretty pink bird. And since she had the flamingo candle holder, guess who got it back! It’s always pretty much a surprise. I never remember it unless it’s in my hand that year to give to her.

Here’s a few more of my gifts from her this year. The votive holder is on the left.

I love this sign. I have a small collection of Wizard of Oz, my favorite movie, which I don’t even own. I don’t know if she was going from that or because I have a bit of an attitude at times.

My sons came early to open their gifts from Santa and then my sissys family arrived. We ate. We opened more gifts. Scooter and Skeeter left to spend time with their dad and returned a few hours later. With a girlfriend and their dogs. I do not allow my granddogs, Token and Butters (yes, from South Park) to visit when I have a house full. Just too much dog going on. The first thing Token did was run to the kitchen, I suspected to find food. A short time later Skeeter went in there and busted out laughing. Token pooped in my kitchen. hohoho, not funny!!! Then a fight broke out. They slammed into a side table and everything went flying. They are much more fun when they are outside, where they can run and play and leave my house alone! Token is a baby. It wasn’t his fault! He dropped a yule log with all the excitement, it wasn’t on carpet and I didn’t have to clean it up.

And to finish off the day Skeeters girlfriend went missing. She had been texting him from my bathroom but his phone was dead. Turns out she had plugged up the toilet and had spent a great amount of time trying to fix it. When Skeeter found her, she was standing in the corner, crying, watching it overflow. My floor was flooded. My basement is wet. And the toilet still isn’t working 100%. I may have to call in back up!

I spent today vacuuming glitter, cleaning the kitchen, and doing laundry including all the towels used to clean up the bathroom incident. I took some trash out to the can. As I was coming back in I spotted a Target bag on the porch and thought, oh shit. Who didn’t get what for Christmas? I opened it. Dang Skeeter had scooped up Tokens log with a paper towel, put it in a Target bag and deposited it on the porch. So in the end, I guess I did assist with the clean up.

STELLAAA……………………….

After my faithful companion of 13 years was hit by a car right in front of PC, it was, well, like I had lost my best friend. Sweety (as my preschool sons named her) was indeed a huge part of our family. Over five years later I am tearing up as I speak. My heart still breaks just thinking about her. She was our protector. The perfect guard dog. She watched my sons get on the school bus for the first time and greeted them when they arrived home from high school graduations. The vet had called me the next morning to tell me Sweety hadn’t made it through the night. I was at work. I totally lost it in a quiet office full of co-workers. I don’t even have the words to describe the pain. And no, the people who hit her didn’t stop.

My boys are big and strong. I know they grieved in private. I am not much of a crier. Especially in front of my kids. But that day I bawled like a baby as I watched Skeeter lower a one hundred pound black lab into the ground. I covered her with the blanket that Scooter and I had wrapped her in when rushing her to the emergency vet the night before. I turned and went to the house as my big, strong men covered her with dirt. Sweety is still with us. Under a big old tree in back of PC.

Enough sadness. It’s the holidays.

Friends had told me to wait before getting another dog. But every day I would come home from work to no Sweety. It was too quiet. The boys were off doing their thing all the time. I was lonely. So I started my search through petfinders. There was a picture of a dog that totally captivated me. I went to meet her at her rescue home. They had named her Spirit and she was six months old. The lady gave me a leash so I could walk her around and get acquainted. Spirit didn’t know what she was doing (leashwise) but she was having fun! I brought her back because I had spotted a little black lab puppy. I walked him too. He ate rocks! So my decision was made and I took Spirit home. And promptly named her Stella.

I had borrowed a dog crate when I first got her. I took her with me to return it to her former home. She wouldn’t get out of my car. She was smart enough to know where she wanted to live and it wasn’t there. But this dog is a big chicken. She hides behind me when she is scared. She jumps at quick movements. She is camera shy. But I love her. She is by no means my hero. Not as far as bravery is concerned. But she is a good dog. Most of the time.

I bought this ornament for her first Christmas at PC.

When I was gone I had to keep her in a kennel. She wasn’t house broken. One day I had to run to town and decided she could be left out for thirty minutes. She didn’t mess on the floor. Instead she decided she needed that loaf of bread on the counter more than I did. No, she didn’t eat it. Apparently she was saving it for later because I found it in her kennel.

Recently I spotted this ornament on the floor. It’s dry now. And my “Nice” is MIA. But my bread is safe. I have learned. Can she read or what? Stella? Did you eat Nice? Obviously she has no Holiday Spirit!

Yes Virginia, there really is a Coca Cola Tree

I can’t remember when I started collecting coca cola memorabilia. My sissy has ran with the idea of what I need for Christmas every year since. I told her to STOP but she can’t. So now I have a coca cola themed dining room. I bought a white tree last year on clearance to hang my ornaments. This is by no means all of them. But due to the lack of time because, yikes, our art show is Thursday, I didn’t overdose on coke. I made a pun, hehehe.

I drink alot of Coke. I switched over to diet a few years ago, due to someone saying that I would lose 10 pounds in a year. Liars!

Here is a class assignment my Scooter did when he was about 13. It cracks me up. In the shape of a bottle!

FYI He didn’t mention that rum is very good in coke. He’s 21 now. And tatooed. And well aware of a good rum and coke!

Have a great week, I will be in my coca cola themed dining room until Thursday morning, working on my art projects!

Stuffed

yummy, I made some awesome food, if I do say so myself. Has anyone tried the knock off Red Lobster Cheddar Bay biscuit recipe? I got one while the getting was good and then wham, gone! My family ate them ALL! Even though my oldest son “Skeeter” complained about “dry turkey and yucky stuffing” he ate it and came back for seconds. And the turkey wasn’t a bit dry. It’s just his way of telling his mom he loves all she does for him. And this is what happened after he ate my crappy food.

My sissy and her hubby were here too, with my niece. She wants me to do it all over again for Christmas, turkey and all. HA. I took yesterday off work, to get what I could prepared and then today finished it off and spiffed up PC. I usually do snacky foods for Christmas. She wants green beans (thanks pioneer woman) and cheddar bay biscuits and turkey and … no way!

Speaking of turkey, when I had my live-in, he did the carving. This year I elected my brother-in-law. I was too busy doing a jazillion other things to notice what he was doing to my masterpiece. After dinner, as I was bringing things back into the kitchen, I started laughing so hard I couldn’t even stop long enough to tell them what was so funny. Do other people actually do this or is it just me? I guess I have never seen the leg bones left ON the bird before.

After sissys family left and while his brother slept (for 2 hours), my youngest, “Scooter” and I played Wii. I sucked at golf but kicked his arse in bowling and tennis.

He’s giving the pouty look because he had just told me he had to poop. But I wanted a picture!

Unfortunately “B”  and my son’s girlfriend had other family commitments so I didn’t get to see them today.

Time for pie!!!

Halloween Trick or Treat?

I suppose it’s how you look at it. My youngest son came over to visit today after last nights Halloween party. He got a permanent treat! It’s tribal. He has a necklace just like it. Hell if I know what it means. It makes me scared shitless terribly a bit nervous to think people are doing this at parties. To make money!

As his mother, I did my best to keep him safe from injury. There was that one incident when he was two. If his brother wouldn’t have been a splasher in the tub. If my baby didn’t go running full steam ahead into the bathroom. If the floor wasn’t wet from wall to wall from splish splashy big brother. Poor baby wouldn’t have slipped and slammed his poor baby chin into the side of the tub. He was a trooper at the hospital. Actually he was scared stiff as a board as they stitched him up.

So my baby has a permanent scar. And then this! Why couldn’t he have done MOM in a big red heart? Well, because that just wouldn’t be cool now would it?

Love you scooter!!!