Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Get With The Program and Blog Already.

I am sad to see that my last post was October 7th.  Bad Blogger.  But, I just haven't felt like it.  Sometimes I want to tell you guys stories about something the kids said or something that happened but when I think about writing it down, it seems to lack the life that it would if I could just SAY it.  Does anyone else ever feel that way?

One of the main reasons I started blogging again was because I wanted to have these memories to look back on one day.  Nothing pleased me more than reading my blog from the beginning and running across things that I had forgotten.  Funny stories or cute things the kids used to say or do.  Now here we are already into November and I haven't posted nothing.  Well for now I will leave you with this little gem.


The other night Bryan and I were watching tv when a commercial came on for jewelry.  One of the rings was 9000.00.

Me:  Look babe!  You can buy me a 9000.00 dollar ring!!

Him:  Baby, you are worth way more than 90000.00.

Smooth Mister.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Scared The Shit Out Of Me!

This morning I was getting ready for work, following my normal routine.  Dry off in the shower, hang towel up, brush teeth, put in contacts, and then I proceed to brush my hair but looking into the mirror, something caught my eye.  It looked like my veins were bulging above my left breast.  I thought I was having a heart attack.  I rubbed it gently but only felt my skin.  I rubbed a little harder and it smudged.  I smelled the color on my finger - it was toothpaste.  Another blonde moment in the life of Nicole.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Trying to Broaden My Horizons.

Sunday Claire and I talked Bryan into taking us to eat at Golden Coral.  I say talked into because we already made a rule that Thursday would be our only "out to eat" day but I had Waffle House on the brain and when Claire piped up with Golden Coral, I was sold.  Taylor does not go when we visit G.C. because he is convinced it is dirty.  When we did make him go, it was a waste of money because he sat and cried into his food the whole time.  He is one picky eater!!

Anyway, on Sunday they had a lot of new stuff out.  One being a corn dressing.  Not something I wanted to try because I do not like dressing but anyway.  The table next to us was a multi generation black family that had everyone from grandbabies to great grandmas.  When great grandma was up getting her food, someone up there must have mentioned the corn dressing because when she came back to the table she announced to their peeps at least 3 times that there was none out there right now but should be in 5 minutes and she was told it was delicious.

To the right of us was a grandmother, mom, and her two girls.  Her youngest proceeded to make friends with another little girl on the other side of the window.  The continued to try and talk to eachother through the pane with lots of "I Can't Hear You" being hollered.  Eventually met up at one of the tables and became BFF's.  Bryan kept singing "Let me tell you 'bout my best friend" and adding in that they met at Golden Coral.

Another new food was something called Kettle Cooked Black Beans.  It didn't look the best but I like black beans and the whole cooked in the kettle had me intrigued.  Back at the table I decided to try it first and popped a forkful in.  It was disgusting!  It took all of my might not to spit it out. 

Bryan:  What's wrong?

Me:  It tasted awful!

Bryan:  I can't believe you even got it.

Claire:  It looks like poop.

Bryan:  It looks like dog food.

Blech.

I also tried what looked like a pickled artichoke.  Nasty.

The Post Where I Admit I Was Being A Brat.

So yea I was just being a crabapple on Friday about going to my Aunt's.  Saturday morning I woke up still bummed about having to drive out there but Bryan suggested I take Claire and when I asked, she said she wanted to go so win.  It actually turned out to Claire, Me, AND Loretta!  My aunt has only seen pics of her since she was born 9 months ago so I was eager for her to meet her.  Plus, my aunt has 3 small dogs and I thought Loretta would have fun playing with them but she was a big party pooper.  She only wanted Claire and I to pick her up every time we put her down and one of the other pups would come and check her out.  She did let my Aunt hold her though. 

They surprised us and took us to lunch at a Mexican restaurant that had just opened by their house.  The food was scrumptious but the no AC in the joint was not.  Then we went back to the house and she already had the two quilts ready to go along with a few pictures.  Then there were the two boxes of China but she also had other stuff for me as well because they sold their furniture, fridge, etc and are putting most of their other things into storage because they are downsizing to a travel trailer.  His job has him traveling a lot and this will allow her to go along too instead of staying behind in their huge ass house alone.

She gave me a brand new kennel for one of our dogs, a whole new set of silverware (never used) that was my Great Grandmother's, 4 pairs of sunglasses which I gave to Claire, enough salon shampoo and conditioner to last me a few months at least, two candles that smell like Heaven, and a bunch of spices and food.  She tried giving me some other stuff as well but I did say no to things I knew we wouldnt use.  She also was giving away a lot of her shoes, expensive shoes but she has tiny baby feet and Claire and I wear 7's in women.  I am glad we went and visited for about 4 hours before heading home.  The drive there and back sucked but oh well.

I hope everyone else had a great weekend!!

PS.  Bryan was a chaperone Friday to It'z with Claire's choir and not only did he have fun, he said Claire spent the entire time hanging with him.  Love her!  :)

Friday, October 3, 2014

No Thanks.

Do you have a mother or father or relative that is always trying to either give you their shit they don't want anymore or to pass "heirlooms" down to you that you don't want either?  I used to accept it all for fear of hurting my aunt's feelings.  The "heirlooms" I happily accepted because I liked to live in the past back then.  Constantly reminiscing about the past, good and bad and the idea of having that ceramic cat my Grandmother made or Christmas ornament that used to belong to my Mom as a child was right up my alley.  But since I started taking Celexa a year ago, not so much.

You might be thinking, maybe Celexa is not a good thing for you Nicole but it is people.  It is.  To not live in the past anymore is Heaven.  To be able to tell someone no without stressing out about it, Double Heaven.  Celexa has allowed me to become the adult I have wanted to be.  The adult with a backbone.  The adult not crying over her past.  Boo.  That is done and done.

So when my Aunt called me this week wanting me to drive all the way over to her house this weekend because she is moving to get some "heirlooms" which is a quilt my Great Grandmother made, a China set that was either my g.g's or Grandmother's, and pictures - You can imagine my excitement.  But when I expressed to her that I didn't need another blanket, and what was I going to do with China she started using the Daughter card.  She only has a son and she raised me from the age of 12 so she is indeed like a Mother to me but still.  Then she went on to say how I can pass them on to Claire.  Sigh.  I finally agreed because I could tell how much it meant to her.

So am I just being a bitch?  I really didn't want these things.  Now I have to figure out where I am going to store them.  Grrrrrr.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Throwback Thursday


My aunt on the left and lil' 'ole me. 

Ooouuuuccccchhhhhh

We were talking about getting stung by jellyfish the other day and how peeing on the sting was a big ass myth and think about all of those poor people who got peed on for nothing.  This reminded Claire the time that Bryan was out doing yard work one weekend.  He was on a ladder cutting back the bushes and hedges when out flies a wasp and stings him on his ass.

He came running into the house, hollering and flailing his hands all around.  I was the only one in the living room so he leaned over the couch while I pulled his shorts and undies down to reveal his tush.  There on one of the cheeks was a bright red swollen angry welt.  He couldn't sit down normally for days and I could not stop laughing.  I still laugh any time it gets brought up.