June 30, 2008

Addiction Is a Bitch

I'm watching a woman popping pills by the handful, psychotropics, anti depressants, pain meds whatever she can find. She is desperate. I'm watching INTERVENTION.
I wonder if I need intervened for my addiction. It's...Sweet Tarts. I just text messaged Andrew and Katie with a plea, Please bring Sweet Tarts when you come home. So far...I haven't added...or don't come home! So far, I'm not at the end of my rope. It's close. Hark! The sound of my phone being messaged. Katie says, YES...only it will take me 4 hours to get it there, but yes I'll bring you Sweet Tarts. GOD I love that girl. Hurry Katie...hurry. Now another message. Andrew is BRINGING ME SWEET TARTS!!! Man, I raised me some good kids.
I may just snort these.
...is that bad?

Disco Donut Pictures (a few)

These are the photos that were in the local paper. I am going to buy them as they are so cute. Until then, check out the black and whites.

Disco Donut Eating Contestants

June 29, 2008

Some Disco Daze Pics

I don't have the donut eating contest pics yet...but they are funny.  Here are a few of the parade shots.  Cindy Jo's (one of my Batista/cook/entertainers) husband was nice enough to drive my bug in the parade and he followed our "Nuts for Donuts" float.  All in all it was good.  I was really too tired to enjoy much of it.  Long week.  The donuts were still "wet" from paint, I couldn't find an outfit and thus wore only a wig, jeans and my Disco Donut shirt and the groovy flowers and decorations kept flying off of my bug.  Oh well...next year...different story.


Random Bitch Note

You know that commercial where muzak is playing and the screen opens to a woman saying, "You know why I love Walmart?".  Yah bag...I know why you love Walmart...cuz you DON'T OWN YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

June 26, 2008

Febreeze Fairy Needed

Tonight, in a fit of starvation, I made something stinky.  No NOT THAT...food people...food...get your heads out of the gutter.  I made Cheddarwurst Braats and Sauerkraut.  Sadly, the kraut wasn't kosher and that's the GOOD STUFF.  I made do with the ancient kraut in a can I found in the pantry.  Only other thing there was the crushed remains of chips, 599 packets of diet tea on the go single packets, 43 boxes of jello, molasses, moldy bread and that's about it.  I burned the stuff which didn't make it smell any better.  NOW...the house smells like a shit infested hell hole.  

I think I will have to bake something to get the schtink out...but what can one bake with the above listed ingredIents?  Nothing I can think of.


June 24, 2008

Like Cows At The Trough

The donut contest was awesome.  We had about 30 entries before we started and in total...about 50.  We strung a clothes line  between two 10 foot ladders and dangled our donuts from there.  We had about 10-15 contestants lined up at a time and it was sweet.  They were like cows in a stanchion.  We had to disqualify several who attempted to use their hands.  We had one couple who were eating off each others shoulders.  I passed out prizes like I was at a penny fair.  Our time limit was 3 minutes and in total it took about 1/2 hour.  I had no one to take pictures.  Hopefully someone did and will send me some...sigh.

am tired now...must go to bed...yawn

June 23, 2008

We Survived

Medicine Creek Days is over. I can't say I'm sorry.  It was ALOT of work.  You will laugh when you hear what I think alot of work was.  I mean, making tractor tire tubes retain latex paint IS WORK people.  I painted tubes and painted tubes and painted tubes and taaa daaaaa...they looked like giant glazed donuts.  I was still working on them at 9am on Saturday morning and we were to be at the parade line up at 9:45.   Needless to say, the paint was wet, I was sweating and my disco outfit SUCK ED.  It was like this huge leopard skin outfit that my boobs hung out of and that accentuated my beer belly.  I decided not to wear it.  I tried on Katies swing choir sparkly dress and could wear it...if I left it unzipped halfway...SHIT.  I ended up throwing on a black Farah Faucet wig and my DONUT TESTER Shirley K's Coffee Shop shirt and jeans.  yah...some disco queen I was.  At the end of the parade I was D U N .  But, I said, "Hey Mark let's take these fucking donuts and go to the river and tube!"  Surprisingly Mark said, "OK".  So, we did.  We jumped in at the river bridge and 2 or so hours later ended up at the diversion dam.  It was great.  We saw deer, blue herons, cranes, no snakes, and several ducks.  I got burned in places that shouldnt get burned and I liked it so much I asked Cindy to go the next day.  We did.  The only difference from Saturday was the water was a foot lower and naughty Cindy and I took a cooler of beer.  It wasss good. Except I burned myself silly.

more later...must go

June 18, 2008

Arriving Soon

Disco Donut Contest.

Friday, during the intermission of the band my hubby sings and plays in, will be the ultimate test of donut eating skills. Yes, it's twue.  We are having an Eat the donut from a string and no using your hands eating contest.  There will be prizes.  And donut glaze.  And frosting.  And lots of wet wipes.  Hopefully photos.


June 15, 2008

$15.00 Cup of Coffee @ Shirley K's...NOT

No we are not going to serve a $15.00 cup of joe but THESE people are. 

Now people...just bitch about my 53 cent cup of fresh ground fresh brewed cup of coffee!

June 12, 2008

The Rabbit is Dead aka Things That Just Aren't Right

a)  a tiny teeny baby bunny HEAD with eyes open and mouth in death pose on my doorstep

b) my big fat cat Pickles who is over fed and underworked resting quietly beside the porch with a big ole smile on her face (not to mention a new rabbit foot in her pocket)

c) soccer (I just don't get it nor do I want to get it)

d) sweatshirts on June nights

e) freaking tornadoes and flooding!

f) sassy boys

g) fatness of assness

June 10, 2008

Made Ya Smile

I've posted this link before and for some reason I just happened onto this site today. hee hee...it's TERRIBLE but it made me laugh and I really needed that.  Click on:  I'm Better Than Your Kid  for a giggle.

June 08, 2008

Time Flys When You Are Havin' F U N

The boys are gone to football camp until Tuesday. I would be a nasty mean evil mother if I even thought I was enjoying the thought of two whole days of not worrying about what time they will be home, why they aren't home, who they are with, are they working, where is the girlfriend, who is the girlfriend, are they doing something they shouldn't, are the cops involved, is there a fight, is there another girl, is there a vehicle going around corners on two wheels that belongs to me, will there be a fight tonight, will there be a grounding tonight, am I a shitty parent, are my kids wasting their lives, their chances, will they be productive adults, do they like me, do they love me, can I do this, can I do this right, how do I do this, can I live through this, who am I, what am I doing, what am I doing right, what am I doing wrong, what am I doing, really, really, how are my kids?

I need medication. Between trying to raise a VERY independent 19 year old girl who has been stretching her wings and boundaries and my last nerve to these two boys, almost 17 & 14...I am losing my fucking mind.

I tell myself. I need these two days. I need to find myself. CAN I DO IT IN TWO DAYS PEOPLE?! I doubt it.
Every day is such a challenge. I don't feel the fun anymore. Surely something is wrong when you don't feel the fun anymore.

Right now, I'm sitting here with a cold Amber Bock, NPR on the radio with soothing musak on, a fan on me, and all is well. Sitting down and writing this has put me into a "remember" mode and caused me some stress but really, all is well.

Today, after the boys left. I mowed, Mark mowed at Mom's and I washed and then I read 19 test messages from my youngest son of which 6 spelled out, "MOMMMMM!!!", and the other 13 said, "FORGOT FTBALL CLEATS NEED DAD 2 BRING THEM TO CAMP". Needless to say, it was 1 1/2 hour after the football bus had left and so, yes indeed, with gas the price it is, two boys on their way to a football camp we'd paid for, Mark made a mad dash (2 hours away) with the forgotten shoes. In order to torture my son, I texted him and said, GRANDMA ON HER WAY, IN MY BUG, WITH YUR SHOES". He was, in a word, mortified. My Bug is bright orange and has our coffee shop logo on it. This logo includes not only a dancing coffee cup but a dancing prescription bottle which is my husbands logo. NO People...he is not a drug dealer...just a pharmacist. My Mom would have been sure to scold my son thoroughly for forgetting something as important as his FOOTBALL CLEATS.

good Lord

Only two days left before they come home...sigh

June 05, 2008

The Good N Ugly Of The Day

Yesterday seems like a thousand years ago. I'm trying to remember what the hell I even did. What I DIDN'T do was go to work...ha ha ha. I took yesterday off. Only went in for about 1/2 hour. At home, I vacuumed, dusted, washed clothes, ate healthy food until around 2:30 and then went ape shit and hungry bear and ate anything I wanted and more...dahum double dahum. Early in the morning I took out the vegetable stock I'd saved from some roast and put it into the crock pot. I added some roast beef. I added some vegetables. I added some rice, some noodles...I thought about cheese. I sprinkled in seasonings. I guess you can say I made a big ass pot of gruel. It was good, but it was ugly.
Later on I rode my bike and almost choked to death on a bug that flew into my trachea. Snot was blowing out my nose, tears down my cheeks and to top it all off, my mammy panties decided to climb up my back and were showing above the waistband of my gargantuan shorts.

June 04, 2008


Beautiful, beautiful...TED

TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, Design. It started out (in 1984) as a conference bringing together people from those three worlds. Since then its scope has become ever broader.

Singer/songwriter Eddi Reader performs "Kiteflyer's Hill," a tender look back at a lost love. With Thomas Dolby on piano

click HERE for a beautiful song by Eddie Reader at the TED conference.

16, 16, 30, 16 Miles...I think...ha ha

Well, I've been for a few rides since I've posted last. I think I got it right. I may be lying about one of those 16's...but NOT on purpose. Rode to Bartley and back several times and day before yesterday went East instead and went to Arapahoe and back. Now that was a nice ride. The shoulders were smooth...except for that one damn bullsnake that wanted to rear up and bite at me...aghhhhhhh! I did okay. My lungs stayed in my chest, my thighs and calves look like stovepipes...but hey...they always do. Yesterday we went for a short 16 to Bartley and back, Cindy wanted to go on to Holbrook but I wasn't feeling it. She went on then and I stayed home. I was exhausted from working and my shoulder was hurting like hell. I also had to get ready to go to ballgames and get the boys ready and blah blah blah. Anyway, today would be a perfect day for a ride but Cindy had to go to Holdridge...maybe when she gets back.

Riding Again

When my Dad got sick 2 years ago my road biking slipped into the "not as important" category. My Dad died one year ago, June 14th. I did not train for BRAN last year, I didn't train for BRAN this year either. But I am riding again and I'm trying to enjoy it. ha ha It feel good and bad. Just like normal. I feel like I've accomplished somthing when I finish a ride, without collapsing. Anyway, I'm back and I'm going to keep on the road again...unless it kills me...which...it may.

Mad Cow on a Bike

Well, I've been riding again. Cindy and I went 30 some miles yesterday and I went 16 or so today. I think we went 25 or so a few days ago. I am vague because I am EXHAUSTED. Between work and the kids baseball games and trying to do something at home I cannot really get any rest time in. My shoulder hurts like a mo fo and my joints ache too. But hey the bonus from riding again are many. Like...Cindy Sue mentions her ASS CHEEKS ARE SWOLLEN. Yay Now that is something I NEED! Also, there is sunburn which helps my freckled damaged skin even more. Something I also love about bike riding is the bugs that either sting your head as they get caught inside your helmet OR the bugs you eat because they come flitting at you like 50 mph. Something I hope is true is that cow shit is good for your skin. Those semis that come flying by you often fling cow shit/piss/vile fluids onto me. Hopefully mad cow disease isn't something you can get through osmosis.

Me on my bike