Survivor 11/29 Post

Yes, James got voted off.

No, I don't wish to discuss it.

I'm stewing.

Dear Lucy,

Girlfriend, I fear you need to put this book on your winter reading list. The Schroeder thing - - it's just not happening. Give it up. He only loves his piano.

And quit taking that hostility you have all built up inside of you out on Charlie Brown. It's not nice the way you keep enticing him with that football. Why do you have to be so mean and pull it away every time? That's just mean. I think that he should just kick the stuff out of you. You have it coming to you. That would be funny. You'd never even see it coming. You'd think he's coming for the football and he'd kick your lights out. Then you'd wish you'd been nicer, huh?

We "elfed ourselves"

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9600912837

It's official. I'm in the holiday spirit. A goofy one thus far.

Highway Blogging

I am on my laptop travelling down I-10. We are in between Junction and Kerrville. This stretch of highway seems to go on and on and on… I was watching a movie on my laptop but it was zapping the battery pretty fast. So, instead, I think I’ll just report on life from the road.

The cops are out in force. Lots of them. We haven’t visited with any of them up close and personal yet. Husband is good about keeping it at an appropriate speed. Lots of dead deer. Gross.

Thing Two is too smart for his car seat. And apparently he is sick of sitting in it. En route to San Antonio, he wriggled out of it and opened his car door. Yes, he opened his door. (We are in Husband’s car this time. He has heated seats. I asked for it this trip.) The child safety locking thing hadn’t been activated on the doors. He OPENED the door. Thank goodness his big brother didn’t shout “jump.” We promptly pulled over and remedied the situation.
Ahhh, the Junction city limits sign. Won’t you join me (visually) as we ride through this lovely city? To my right is the landing strip. Now the exit. Whoever built this new convenience store with the Mickey D’s was freakin’ brilliant. And probably quite wealthy. To my left, Cooper’s BBQ. Yummy. I’m full from the Mickey D’s we had in Comfort. Just past some cattle auction place. And - - we are out of Junction. Good times.

Don’t mess with Texas. I just saw the sign. Some people *do* mess with Texas. Did you know that?

It has drizzled on us the whole way. It is 39 degrees outside. It is pure “blech.” Thank goodness I have heated seats. You know, that’s the only gripe I have about my car. No heated seats.

Let me see if Husband has any pearls of wisdom to add. He says, “Never try to disguise a fart when there are only two people in a room.” He's funny.

Times out. I just had to re-buckle both Thing’s carseats and re-adjust Thing 2’s straps. Again. Ugh.

Did you know that there aren’t any good radio stations between Junction and Menard? Time for a cd. In my car there would be good stuff to listen to. Husband’s taste in music and mine could not be more different. Time for my mp3 player. Much better.

We are now in Menard. We had to stop at the “Tres Amigos” convenience store. Daddy has to make a tinkle. He told me not to take his picture. I have a hard time following instructions. I took two. Oh crap. He just got back in the car asking for disinfectant. “Why?” I asked. “Because the dude behind the counter went on and on about how many times he has puked today and then he fondled my hand when he gave me my change.” Nice. I poured a TON of the antibacterial stuff in his hand. Let the record reflect - - if the pukes invade our household, I’m suing Tres Amigos.

It is now 37 degrees. The closer we get to home, the colder it gets. Yikes.

We are now in Eden. Not much happened between Menard and Eden. Never does. I pulled some pictures off of my camera and put them on the computer. Busy work. It’s nice to do that here so that I don’t have to do that when I get home.

36 degrees. Still rainy and yucky.

I could give you all an account of the rest of this trip, but I doubt that anyone would really care. So, I’m going to shut this thing down and listen to my mp3 player for a while. I hope you’ve enjoyed my tales from the road.

peace

I added music.

If you don't like listening to it, mute your p.c. or scroll down to the bottom of the page and pause the player. I will change up the play lists. Right now, these are the three that I wanted. I can have LOTS more. Just testing the waters right now. Comment and tell me what you think. Love it or hate it? Oh - I should do a poll. I'll do that. Then you can be anon.

Oh great, I just heard Thing 1 tell Husband to "pull his finger." Living with boys. Oh the joys.

Funny Movie Line

Are you a pothead, Focker?

Funny to me on *so* many levels.

Monday shout out to my cyber stalkers...

Everybody say heeeeeyyyyy....

What's up? Are you feeling "festive" yet? Ready to pig out? I'm getting there. Trying to. We are going to San Antonio to hang with Husband's family. We do the rotation thing. Thanksgiving/Christmas rotation every other year, my family/his kind of thing. Seems to work. This year - - his fam for the Thanks. Only - - no turkey and dressing. Heh? I know it's a lot of work to prepare that stuff. And I never seem to be involved in the preparations when I'm there. It's just awkward. Husband's mom and Husband's sister have been cooking together for years in that kitchen. It's like I don't fit in there. Not that they don't include me. I don't know. It's just weird. So - - I do my part. I bring the traditional Chex party mix, and a sweet or two. I just ordered a buttermilk pie from the local sweet shop. Yummers. I likes me some buttermilk pie. Oh, I digress. My place. I may have found my niche in cleaning up. Sort of. I'm still uncomfortable putting the food away. I can sure stand there and wash dishes though. I've got that down.


I'm doing everything I can to distract myself. I dread getting my Thanksgiving journal out. I started it last year. It was my last one with GrandDaddy. I had everyone at our meal sign my book. I know he signed it. *stinging tears* I really am missing him. I didn't struggle like this with the others. I miss them. All of them. But GrandDaddy's is really working me over. Ugh.

Happy thoughts. Must go there now.

Movie review. Husband took me to the movies Friday night. Can you believe it? We saw Dan in Real Life. Cute movie. Loved it. Some real promising trailers for things to come, too. One in particular that is opening on Christmas Day called the Bucket List. It looks like a real tear-jerker. Back to Dan. What can I say? It had Dane Cook in it. I LOVE him. I could just gobble him up. He is yummy. I thought Husband was going to flip out when:

1. I stuck my sweet tea from McAllister's into my purse and took it into the movies with me. (I know - - I'm a rebel. It felt SO good to be bad.)

2. When I said, "Oh, wait a sec, hon. I just need to grab my blanket." Heh? He couldn't believe I took my favorite blankie with me into the theater. Hello!!!! It's so stinkin' cold in there. It was lovely to have it with me.

3. Some friends of ours from church showed up at the same movie and started heckling us because of my blanket. I think they were just jealous.

I have pictures - - but they are still on my camera. Oh, the pictures. He thinks I'm nuts for taking pictures of everything. He'll thank me one day.

The movie, I give an A-. Could have been a little more humor. But still good. Very clean though. (And with Dane? *shakes head* I know!!!)

Last thing to discuss. The church's Thanksgiving feast last night. D - you didn't think I'd skip you over did you? She has issues with her food touching. She was joking that she was going to get two plates so that nothing would touch. I "double-dog-dared" her to do it. She did. She took two plates. Then, get this, she put corn on her plate and then heaped up some mashed potatoes ON TOP of the corn. Ummmm, I'm from Texas and all, but that's touching food. Isn't it? You know I love you, D. I may not have snapped a picture, but tell your darling hubby that you've been blogged sans a picture anyway.

Okay - - this nonsense has gone on long enough. I'm outta here.

peace

Starting my day off right...

This morning I woke up and met a sweet friend for coffee. It was nice to "re-connect" with her. She stalks my site here. So - hi my coffee friend. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed our visit more. I'm looking forward to more of those visits in the future. You are right. We *should* do that more often. **Big hugs to you.**

Official Survivor Review

It just occurred to me that I haven't given my weekly review of Survivor yet. I'll be brief.

1. I still think P.G. is a she-devil. Picking a fight with James? Ugh. She is definitely still Co-President of my Rainbow Coalition of Suck. I'm glad she didn't win the reward. AND I'm unhappy that she won the immunity.

2. Speaking of immunity. Let's call it like it is. James had no chance at that one anyway. So - - I'm glad he ate. I'm sure it did him some good. That challenge was made for P.G. Dang it. I was really ready for her to leave. I just don't like her.

3. Frosti - I liked him. I really did. That's why I'm glad he's gone. He was a threat to James. Plus - it busts up that little love-fest thing with Courtney.

4. Todd - I'm glad he has so much "game." It will likely cost him the game. It will scare the other players to death and he will get the boot. Just my opinion. I think they will fear him and I predict a rebellion on him before final four. Let's see how *that* plays out.

5. Denise - Keep your eye on her. I think she is a force to be reckoned with. She is me. If James doesn't win - I want her to win. I want her to win for those of us who were always chosen last in that nasty game of "choose your team." I'm serious - - she could be a major player.

6. The looming business at tribal. What gives? Hmmmm... Lots of speculation on the message boards. I don't know. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see. I think they'll move them to another camp or something. As my Uncle Charlie used to say - - "Time will tell."

James is still there and I'm happy. Whew.

Hi

Hello.

My tooth is fixed. I don't look like a redneck anymore. Well, by some standards.

*sigh* I don't have anymore time to post. I'm hungry and must eat something before I leave for church tonight. I'm thinking a salad maybe. I have the fixin's. And you know what dressing I'm into these days? Catalina! Anyone else like that?

Smooches.

Blimey!

I chipped a tooth last night. I didn't just chip it. The whole front of it fell off.

I am not happy. One of my front teeth, on the bottom. I believe I've discussed this before. It was already weakened by the grinding I do to them. The first question Husband asked me was: Are you wearing your night guard? (Translate: Are you using that expensive piece of equipment we bought to prevent such events from occurring and turning them into more expensive events?) I just looked at him. What do you think? No. I haven't been wearing it. I hate it. Dang it. Now, my freaking teeth are falling out. Again. I'm not just dreaming about it happening. This is real.

I go see Dr. K tomorrow morning. I just got my teeth cleaned and no cavities. At least when they all fall out, they won't have any cavities in them. I'll find out my options when I see him. Oh joy. I get to go to the dentist twice in two weeks. I could be the luckiest girl in the world!

I'm not happy. When I do something dumb that costs us extra money, I hate it. Because that's when I get the look. And the "well maybe you'll think about it before you do that again" speech. Dang - - I hate that speech.

Time for some humble pie. I hope it's soft. 'Cause if it's tough, I might chip something else.

Same - - but different.

I love my boys. I love them both the same amount. In different ways.

Do they frustrate the crud out of me sometimes? Absolutely. Are there rougher days ahead? I'm certain of it. Parenting is tough. Our children challenge us. Many times in ways we never imagined possible. One thing I will always make certain I never do is show preferential treatment with my children. Oldest, youngest, it doesn't matter. They are both my boys. Both gifts from God and I love them. I won't ever take them for granted. I don't want to ever forget that. Just as quickly as God gave me these sweet boys, even more swiftly could He take them away from me.

I tell them everyday I love them. Both of them. They need to hear it. They need to see it. They need to feel it. They are insecure little creatures. I am their protector. Their provider. They count on me and their Daddy to take care of them. Where do they go in their thoughts if I've disappointed them or let them down? What is it like when their hearts are broken and they feel all alone? I don't want my children to EVER feel that. My home will always be a safety net for them. While we may not always get along, I want them to always know that their Mommy and Daddy are proud of them and love them. Both.

Some verses that are encouraging to me.

Ephesians 6:4 Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.

Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Official Survivor Post - November 9th

Buh-bye J.R.!


Now *that* was funny. He went from smug to "huh?" in like three seconds. I was skeered though. That was too close for my James. HOWEVER - - I do feel that humble pie is best served up a little warm. And his was. He nearly had his flamed snuffed out last night. A few votes will be good for him.

And Todd? That boy is all over the page. I hope that bites him in the hiney. That ego of his is certainly larger than his tiny little frame. Perhaps that is the reason. Ummm - I believe they call that Napoleon Syndrome.

Let the record reflect - - the man to watch is Frosti. He is going to win it all.

And poor, poor Denise. Was she left out of the scheming? Why did she vote for P.G.? Did they not clue her in on their plans? If that was the case AND given that she was chosen last, I fear the lunch lady may punch their lunch ticket twice at the next tribal. She could be trouble.

Something new...

I got a new Bible today. I've been wanting a good "study" Bible. One that has a decent concordance and all the bells and whistles. I also wanted a different translation. Some people really believe that if it isn't the King James version, then it just ain't right. Well, I ain't one of those people. I got the New Living Translation. Translation - easy to read. Modern day English. It's a brown, two-tone leather and it's gorgeous. I'm looking forward to wearing it out.

The Bible Study I'm currently in has really started to weigh heavy on me. I just want to be better. Better in every role in my life. And it all starts at the top. With my priorities. I also want to have a better understanding of what I believe and why I believe it. Does that make sense? I also want my kids to grow seeing me read and study from the same Book - all the time. I want them to recognize those two different colors of brown. I want it to be a visual for them. Whether it be through gentle correction or loving encouragement.

Will this be the Bible that goes the distance with me? The one that my children will look through for an encouraging Word after I'm gone from this life? I don't know. But for now, I sure like the look of it.

The Sleep-talker lost his mind tonight!

I was watching television in the living room. Husband had gone to bed. Everyone is asleep. Except for me.

This is when I started to hear loud noises coming from my bedroom. It was clear that it was Husband opening the dresser. Or even the armoire. And it was noisy. The noises lasted for about four minutes and then they were gone. I went back there to take my medicine and to check up on the mystery. You never know - - right? He'd been asleep for quite some time. Was he cold? Did he need more clothes? Had he decided to put away his laundry that had been piled up on his side of the vanity for like, days? Not likely. Why all the slamming? Was he angry because the television in the living room was so loud? So vexing. Let's go see...

All the lights were off as I entered the room. I busted my leg on the drawers that for some reason had been pulled out of the armoire and just stacked up in front of it. Yep. No method really. They were just stacked there. I have NO idea what was going through his head when he was working those drawers over. But it sure must have been important. Anyhow - - this is what I walked in on

After I got over the initial shock of it all. I started laughing. And kept laughing. I'm still laughing. The bruise on my shin isn't too bad. I woke him up and asked him if he knew what he'd just done. He said yes, but he had no clue. I told him and he kind of smiled.

See my scrapbook magazines underneath? My conspiracy theory is that he was acting out his hate for my spending on my hobby. But that's just a theory.

So Funny

My four year old just said the funniest thing. He was looking at his reflection in the television (which shockingly was not on) and he said...

"I just have one question for you... Are you ready to rock?"

Where does he hear this stuff?

Also, the sleep talker spoke again last night. Funny, funny stuff. This is how that conversation went...

Husband: *laughing*

Me: *peeks over, knows the routine, waits for crazy talk*

Husband: Wouldn't that just be the funniest job? I mean really. Working on a checker board all day. How crazy is that? *More laughing*

Me: What?

Husband: I'm awake.

Me: *laughing* I love it when you do this. That checker board job must be a real riot.

Husband: *out like a light*

Yep - - there sure are some good times around here.

Another thought

It's 90 degrees here today. 90. One of my friends was telling me on Saturday that she was getting her Christmas decorations out already. Heh? It's 90 degrees outside.

What would Santa look like in shorts?

I'm going to go turn the A/C down a notch. Oh, wait, it just kicked on.

Laundry beckons. I'm outta here.

What to say...

....????

Okay. I plucked my eyebrows on Saturday. That hurt.

Clear as mud

For the record...

I am happily married. Usually happy. I have a great husband. We never fight. We have arguments occasionally. But not really that often.

I was married before him. I don't like to admit that. But it's the truth. I can't run from it. That was the mistake.

The best thing that ever happened to me - - Husband. We dated before I married the first time. We found each other again after my divorce.

And now? We are living happily ever after.

Survivor - Friday's Official Review

I was stressed out. I even shouted at the television a few times...

James, check your bag. That nasty Jaime-ho switched the idols. She's going to
make you look like the fool. Check your bag. JAMES!!! CHECK YOUR BAG!!!!!

I guess he did. WHEW! I don't mind telling you that the last three minutes of that show were the BEST! I wasn't afraid that James was leaving. I just didn't want that smug little Jaime to have played my boy. Let's re-visit the looks on her face. Shall we?

First there was this...

DOH!!! What? That's not the real immunity idol? Oh. Maybe Todd was right. I *do* need to catch up on my short bike. When Jeff threw that fake idol in the fire, I nearly peed in my pants from laughing.

Then there was this...

That's right! Bring me your torch. Light's out, baby. Ding-dong, the witch is gone. One of the Co-Presidents of the Rainbow Coalition of Suck has moved on over to the Loser's Lounge and is the first member of the Jury. I did quite the happy dance. I'm sure it was some sight. I don't care. Me so happy!

Now, regarding the previews for next week. Oh Todd. I was hoping for an alliance with James. I thought you two could take it to the finals. Brains and brawn. It doesn't look like it. I honestly think they will ax him fast. He is bouncing around too much. I just hope his deviousness doesn't get my boy evicted first.

Go James!!

A Harsh Lesson

Ten years ago today I made a huge mistake. It was a tumultuous year to say the least. A lot of heartbreak. For a lot of people. Not just me. Or him. I should have never said, "yes." Or "I do." For those looking to place the blame, it's easy to say him. I'm usually at the front of that line. Not anymore. I'm done. If the truth were told - I knew I was making a mistake. I pushed the panic button. No. I jumped up and down on the panic button. I didn't think I'd ever get married. And look where it got me. Not even a full year of being married. Spending my first anniversary waiting for my divorce to be finalized. So, *deep sigh* don't blame him anymore. I quit. I think I actually even forgave him. Life is too short to be spent on bitterness and hate. I am convinced that I am a better person because of the valleys that I have endured in my life. (And that was quite the Grand Canyon, let me tell you!) I am stronger because of the hurt. And I appreciate the beauty and sweetness of what I have now just that much more.

Good luck to you SKB. I hope that void in your life is filled with the right things. I know mine has.