My husband got a job! MY HUSBAND GOT A JOB! After two years of being unemployed, my husband got a job! He starts Monday with Wells Fargo. Say prayers that it goes well and that we are able to juggle both of us working and Melody and all the other things that go along with that.......
I actually got this news after leaving the Grapevine Police Department after getting my stolen stuff back. I think everyone down William D. Tate in Grapevine heard me screaming for miles I was so excited and happy for him (and us)! Wednesday was a great day!!!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Karma IS a Bitch!
I can't help smile like a teenager getting their first car while I type this post! Please reference my previous post and the said worthless scum bag that took all my stuff in August.... Well, he got caught! WAY TO GO Grapevine Police Department! And before I forget, let me tell ya, Grapevine has some CUTIES on their police force!
Well, this thief was a career criminal (and druggie). He was on parole/probation?... whatever, and wasn't keeping up with things (what a freakin' shock! he was too busy out "workin'"!) Well, they went to go find him or something along those lines and when they found him, they also found a whole bunch of stolen property. Grapevine criminal unit was able to recover items from 30+ different women!
So I have now gotten back some of my credits cards (all which were cancelled the day they were stolen), my driver's license, my fake Coach wallet and makeup bag, my daughter's SS card (soooo happy about this!!!!), my Franklin Covey organizer with all my address and phone numbers and confidential information contained therein!!!!! WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!! AND........ drumroll please! I GOT MY ED HARDY PURSE BACK! Said scumbag's girlfriend tried to keep it and said it was hers but when the cops saw my current purse in the same exact fabric, they went back and got it for me! Not to mention that I have a picture of it on my phone! I am so excited to have it back and will begin carrying that awesome bag again as soon as I get around to getting it dry cleaned!
The BEST part of this whole story however is that when scumbag was about to get caught, he ran from the officers and when he was running away, him fall down and go boom in a creek! He broke ribs and punctured a lung! Karma is a bitch ain't it!!!!! *I am truly squealing with delight here*
Well, this thief was a career criminal (and druggie). He was on parole/probation?... whatever, and wasn't keeping up with things (what a freakin' shock! he was too busy out "workin'"!) Well, they went to go find him or something along those lines and when they found him, they also found a whole bunch of stolen property. Grapevine criminal unit was able to recover items from 30+ different women!
So I have now gotten back some of my credits cards (all which were cancelled the day they were stolen), my driver's license, my fake Coach wallet and makeup bag, my daughter's SS card (soooo happy about this!!!!), my Franklin Covey organizer with all my address and phone numbers and confidential information contained therein!!!!! WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!! AND........ drumroll please! I GOT MY ED HARDY PURSE BACK! Said scumbag's girlfriend tried to keep it and said it was hers but when the cops saw my current purse in the same exact fabric, they went back and got it for me! Not to mention that I have a picture of it on my phone! I am so excited to have it back and will begin carrying that awesome bag again as soon as I get around to getting it dry cleaned!
The BEST part of this whole story however is that when scumbag was about to get caught, he ran from the officers and when he was running away, him fall down and go boom in a creek! He broke ribs and punctured a lung! Karma is a bitch ain't it!!!!! *I am truly squealing with delight here*
Monday, August 23, 2010
Just Another Circle
Okay...... forgive my not so PG friendly post here....... but........ THIS MONTH, the month of AUGUST 2010 has f'n SUCKED ladies and gentlemen.
It started out at the beginning of this month when some worthless, white trash, low life, bastard stole my purse and my bag that contained my whole entire life. The asshole got ALL of our identification information, SS#s, DL#s, you name it. Only things he didn't get were my phone, my car/house keys or my debit card. I am still anxiously awaiting for that first hit of identity theft. Greatness, let me tell ya...... NOT!
From there, this month has just spiraled straight into more BS. It has been painful. Mentally and emotionally draining. And then today, as my husband calls because he is stuck in traffic and can't pick up our daughter on time from her first day of school, it occurred to me that maybe I am truly already in hell.
My life is far from AVERAGE gals and guys. My life is freakin' Dante's Inferno right now and it appears that I am just going from one level or ring of hell to the next.......
"The two poets escape Hell by climbing down Satan's ragged fur, passing through the centre of the earth (with a consequent change in the direction of gravity), and emerge in the other hemisphere (described in the Purgatorio) just before dawn on Easter Sunday, beneath a sky studded with stars (Canto XXXIV)."
I AM READY FOR MY ESCAPE NOW THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Oh! And this is my birthday month for Pete's sake! Can I please get a break?
It started out at the beginning of this month when some worthless, white trash, low life, bastard stole my purse and my bag that contained my whole entire life. The asshole got ALL of our identification information, SS#s, DL#s, you name it. Only things he didn't get were my phone, my car/house keys or my debit card. I am still anxiously awaiting for that first hit of identity theft. Greatness, let me tell ya...... NOT!
From there, this month has just spiraled straight into more BS. It has been painful. Mentally and emotionally draining. And then today, as my husband calls because he is stuck in traffic and can't pick up our daughter on time from her first day of school, it occurred to me that maybe I am truly already in hell.
My life is far from AVERAGE gals and guys. My life is freakin' Dante's Inferno right now and it appears that I am just going from one level or ring of hell to the next.......
"The two poets escape Hell by climbing down Satan's ragged fur, passing through the centre of the earth (with a consequent change in the direction of gravity), and emerge in the other hemisphere (described in the Purgatorio) just before dawn on Easter Sunday, beneath a sky studded with stars (Canto XXXIV)."
I AM READY FOR MY ESCAPE NOW THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Oh! And this is my birthday month for Pete's sake! Can I please get a break?
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Seriously... Scented Razors?
Okay... It seems the latest "thing" in women's razors is scented handles!
OMG! What EVER did I do before my razor smelled softly of lavendar or citrus? Give me a freakin' break! That marketing idea is about as good as the man who came up with putting "have a happy period" on the kotex wrappers! Note that I say MAN because I honestly know that no woman would ever be stupid enough to come up with something like this!
First of all, you never even really smell these scented razors because by the time you use the flowery shampoo and conditioner, citrus body soap, mint foot scrub, sweet pea shaving cream... okay, you get where I am going with this... After all of that, DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I CAN SMELL YOUR STUPID FREAKING SCENTED RAZOR? No! No I can't! Nor do I really want to! Do we honestly need ANOTHER chemical/smell introduced into our daily grooming routines. No! No we don't! So save me the extra few cents Gillette, Schick and keep your stupid scented razors!
Lord I feel better now! :)
OMG! What EVER did I do before my razor smelled softly of lavendar or citrus? Give me a freakin' break! That marketing idea is about as good as the man who came up with putting "have a happy period" on the kotex wrappers! Note that I say MAN because I honestly know that no woman would ever be stupid enough to come up with something like this!
First of all, you never even really smell these scented razors because by the time you use the flowery shampoo and conditioner, citrus body soap, mint foot scrub, sweet pea shaving cream... okay, you get where I am going with this... After all of that, DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I CAN SMELL YOUR STUPID FREAKING SCENTED RAZOR? No! No I can't! Nor do I really want to! Do we honestly need ANOTHER chemical/smell introduced into our daily grooming routines. No! No we don't! So save me the extra few cents Gillette, Schick and keep your stupid scented razors!
Lord I feel better now! :)
Friday, July 17, 2009
Dreaming with a broken heart, Part II
I miss my daddy. I miss him terribly. I’ve been dreaming of him a lot lately. What is so absolutely frustrating is I can’t remember the dreams when I wake up. I’ve tried so hard to remember. I know I dream about him, that much I can remember, but in what context, what did he say/do? I have no idea and it makes me sad.
I think I know why I’m dreaming about him more. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but it seems like now, whenever I lose someone in my life, not necessarily by death, but even the loss of a friendship, will cause the loss of my dad to surface so much more. I’ve lost a few people in my life recently. I think that is part of it.
Anyway, I vividly remember the first dream I had about daddy after he died. It took a while for me to dream about him but when I did, it was so special. In the dream, we - (me, Kev and Mel) were at mom and dad’s house, but it wasn’t either house that I knew. We were visiting in the middle of summer and I was trying to get ready to go somewhere. My dad always had this thing about not running the air. He would wait until it was a good 98 degrees outside before finally turning it on for the first time in the summer. I think it all goes back to how he grew up, but LORD! For someone (me), who likes it a comfy 72/73 most of the time, it was always brutal. ANYWAY… in my dream I am trying to dry my hair and put on make-up and ladies… you all know how hard it is to do that when you are sweating like a pig… Well I’m getting madder and madder and madder and finally daddy and I are at the thermostat fighting over where the air should be! I'm finally like, “Dad! I’ll pay your electric bill this month, just please let me run the air!” He grumbles and finally goes and sits down. It was a funny dream.
I wish I could remember the ones I’ve been having recently, which is part of the reason for this post. So my next post, which will still take me a few days to write, will be in honor of my father. I’m hoping that by writing some of my memories, maybe I will remember some more.
I think I know why I’m dreaming about him more. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but it seems like now, whenever I lose someone in my life, not necessarily by death, but even the loss of a friendship, will cause the loss of my dad to surface so much more. I’ve lost a few people in my life recently. I think that is part of it.
Anyway, I vividly remember the first dream I had about daddy after he died. It took a while for me to dream about him but when I did, it was so special. In the dream, we - (me, Kev and Mel) were at mom and dad’s house, but it wasn’t either house that I knew. We were visiting in the middle of summer and I was trying to get ready to go somewhere. My dad always had this thing about not running the air. He would wait until it was a good 98 degrees outside before finally turning it on for the first time in the summer. I think it all goes back to how he grew up, but LORD! For someone (me), who likes it a comfy 72/73 most of the time, it was always brutal. ANYWAY… in my dream I am trying to dry my hair and put on make-up and ladies… you all know how hard it is to do that when you are sweating like a pig… Well I’m getting madder and madder and madder and finally daddy and I are at the thermostat fighting over where the air should be! I'm finally like, “Dad! I’ll pay your electric bill this month, just please let me run the air!” He grumbles and finally goes and sits down. It was a funny dream.
I wish I could remember the ones I’ve been having recently, which is part of the reason for this post. So my next post, which will still take me a few days to write, will be in honor of my father. I’m hoping that by writing some of my memories, maybe I will remember some more.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Technology Rocks!!!!
I mean, yes, there are areas that it goes toooooo far, but I’m not gonna get on that topic. I’m gonna tell you how it ROCKED for me the other day! Okay, it is Tuesday morning. Mel and I have pulled into the parking lot at Cooks for her sedated ABR in plenty of time and fully prepared. I was SO PROUD of myself. I had brought along a couple of toys she likes along with her favorite toy ever. It is “Alphabet Town” by VTech… Anyway, she LOVES this toy that Uncle Gary bought her. (Uncle Gary isn’t really a blood uncle, but he and Kevin go WAAAY back and he was best man at our wedding.) I figured that this would be great for passing the time in between registration and then when she actually went back for the procedure. Well, I get out of the car. Get loaded up. Put Alphabet Town in her backpack and zip it up as far as it will go because it is a bit too big for the backpack but I already have my hands full with purse, backpack, Melody…
Darn! Drop keys. Go to pick them up and crash boom bang! Alphabet Town hits the freakin’ pavement… HARD! My heart sinks… Morning ruined??? Many bad cuss words cross my mind. But we get inside and luckily they were ahead of schedule so we moved right along…
Fast forward to me in the waiting room… I am freaking over Alphabet Town. Grab cell phone. Go on-line. Search VTech Alphabet Town. Target shows to have it. Call Target by the house. “TOYS PLEASE!!!” I’m transferred and spoke to a delightfully sweet girl on the phone… “Do you have this? It is my daughter’s favorite toy and I BROKE IT!!!” On hold… she comes back… “Yes ma’am, we have it. Would you like me to put a copy of it up front with your name on it?” OH HECK YEAH!!!!
Yup… it ROCKS!
Darn! Drop keys. Go to pick them up and crash boom bang! Alphabet Town hits the freakin’ pavement… HARD! My heart sinks… Morning ruined??? Many bad cuss words cross my mind. But we get inside and luckily they were ahead of schedule so we moved right along…
Fast forward to me in the waiting room… I am freaking over Alphabet Town. Grab cell phone. Go on-line. Search VTech Alphabet Town. Target shows to have it. Call Target by the house. “TOYS PLEASE!!!” I’m transferred and spoke to a delightfully sweet girl on the phone… “Do you have this? It is my daughter’s favorite toy and I BROKE IT!!!” On hold… she comes back… “Yes ma’am, we have it. Would you like me to put a copy of it up front with your name on it?” OH HECK YEAH!!!!
Yup… it ROCKS!
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