So I get an alert in my email this morning that says sexgirl83 has added me to her friends list. I have no idea how she came across my journal, but I read her profile and some of her entries and decided she's just not someone that I'd hang out with IRL, so I passed her by. In fact, I CAN'T STAND girls like her IRL. We have nothing in common since she comes right out and says she's looking for someone to have sex with in her area. Yeah, and um.....since I'm a happily married woman and all, I just don't think it would work out. So, sorry sexgirl83, but you can just go ahead and unfriend me now. K, thanks.

If the F word offends you, you'd better stop reading here, because I'm about to cut loose. I'm thinking that once I finish my fourth cup of coffee, and blow off some steam here, I can get on with my day. Most of you already know that I clean when I'm pissed/stressed, so the kitchen floor and dust bunnies are going to pay for Randy's bad behavior last night. You're all amazed right? And thinking, "Holy shit! Kris' husband actually screws up?!" Yeah, it's been known to happen once or twice.

He hasn't really talked to me much since Saturday morning when he brought home my roses. Then all the shit went down with Little Ronnie and he's been working too, so we haven't had much time together. He had the day off on Sunday, but he spent most of the day sleeping. He came home from work last night and I think he said two sentences to me the whole fucking night. The first one was, "Did you call Jan about getting that advance on my check?" FUCK! No, I didn't. I knew there was something I was forgetting to do yesterday. But in my defense, I was kind of busy. I got up at 6am to go on Gavin's field trip, I called the high school as soon as I got back to find out what was going on with Little Ronnie, and then Payton got dropped off. He said he was going to call and remind me to do it, but he knew I was on the field trip so he didn't. Well shit, if he was gonna call me and remind me to do it, why didn't he just fucking call her himself from work?! Sometimes I wonder if the drugs he was on in the past have permanently damaged his brain! Then we start talking about what to have for dinner. I wanted tacos, but I told him that we needed lettuce, tomatoes, and seasoning. He asked if we had everything we needed to make Shepard's Pie. I told him the only thing I needed for that was cream of mushroom soup. He asked if I had any money on me because he only had enough to get to work and back today. (His undertone here suggested that it would've been okay IF I would've remembered to call Jan and asked her to mail that advance check.) Well fuck, maybe he should've thought about how much money we didn't have before he drove home from work every day instead of staying down there in the free hotel room. It's not that I don't want him to come home every day, but it costs 30.00 round trip. Shit, if he's gonna be like that, maybe I DON'T want him coming home. That was the last thing he said to me all night long. He went to town and got the stuff for tacos. After he came back, Payton got fussy because she was tired. She started crying a little bit, so Randy went into our bedroom, slammed the door, and turned on the TV in there. He came out after awhile and I got Payton to sleep.

I figured I'd better get my ass in gear and make dinner while she was napping and I put Gavin in the tub for his bath too. Dinner was almost ready when Payton woke up crying, and I had Gavin yelling that he was ready for me to help him get out of the tub. What's Randy do? Does he get off his ass and fucking help me with something? Nope. He goes back in the bedroom, slams the door and turns on the TV again. Fucking grand! I didn't want to say anything because 1) he'd worked all day and I knew he was tired. I feel bad asking him for help when he gets home from work. 2) I was so pissed that I knew I'd scream if I opened my mouth. I didn't want to start a fight in front of the kids and Ronnie. So, I let Payton cry while I finished dinner and got Gavin out of the tub. Randy, Ronnie, and the kids ate dinner while I sat on the couch feeding Payton her bottle. I started crying and didn't want anyone to know, so I took Payton into our bedroom and finished feeding her. She fell asleep again, so I sat at the table and ate dinner by myself since everybody else was done. Randy fell asleep in the chair and Mason got a hair cut from Ronnie while I did dinner dishes. Mason has a mohawk now, so he thinks he's BAD ASS! Anyway, I almost had the dishes done when Payton woke up again. I put her in her bouncy seat while I finished the dishes. She started getting cranky and making a little noise and woke Randy up again. Once again, he got up without saying a word to me, but this time he set the alarm and went to bed. My feelings were seriously hurt because he's never like that to me. He always gets mad because when I'm pissed, instead of yelling, or even telling him what's wrong, I just clam up and pout. That's exactly what he was doing to me. After I put the kids to bed, I asked Ronnie WTF Randy's problem was since they had rode to town together. He told me Randy doesn't understand why I have to watch Payton all the time. If that's true, that was the wrong fucking thing for Randy to say.
1) It's okay four our delinquent nephew to move in, but it bothers him to have our niece here for 8 hours a day one, maybe two, days a week?
2) Babies cry. That's what they do. If he can't handle her being here, how would he ever handle having our own all day every day?
3) I thought he understoond that if it weren't for Steve and Shay keeping Gavin every fucking weekend for two fucking years, I wouldn't have been able to work for as long as I did. Now Ann and Blayne are in the position I was in, and I want to be able to help. That's what family is supposed to do, HELP OUT whenever possible. Yes, I kept her over night on Saturday, but they've never asked me to do that before, it's not like they're taking advantage of me. AND Blayne offered to keep Gavin or Mason overnight if I ever needed him too.

Anyway, Blayne showed up around 10pm to get the baby and I was glad. I had to make sure she was content all night after he went to bed because I sure didn't want her crying and fucking waking Mr. Cranky Pants up. I went to bed right after Blayne left and Randy never moved. Do you believe he tried to cuddle up to me when his alarm went off this morning? I didn't push him away or say anything, but I didn't acknowledge him either. After the snooze alarm went off three times, I told him I was done shutting it off for him, so he'd better get up. I fucking hate that. He'll set the alarm for 20 minutes earlier than what he has to get up and let the fucker go off three times. I'm sorry, but I have to get up early too to get the kids ready for school and I don't enjoy being woke up every nine minutes 3 hours before I have to get up. So he got up, all pissy and never said goodbye before he left. Maybe when he gets home, I'll go visit Jenny or Billie for awhile. Maybe I'll leave the kids here with him too. And maybe I'll leave dinner and the kid's baths up to him while I'm at it. I need to get out of this house and have some adult interaction before I go ape shit crazy!

Thanks for all the comments on my post about Ronnie. It's nice to know that someone has confidence in us. I just hope we can live up to those expectations, for Ronnie's sake.

I really love you if you got all the way through this. I think I'll feel better when I start cleaning. I'd better get to it I guess. First, I'd better call Jan and ask her about that advance before I forget again. I think I'm getting scatter-brained in my old age.

Some things have happened since I posted last. Saturday was a messed up kind of day. I should explain a couple things here. Randy has a 17 year old nephew, Ronnie. We call him Little Ronnie because his dad's name is Ronnie also. Little Ronnie has issues because his parents have never given a shit about what he does, who he does it with, or where he goes. His dad went to prison the day before Randy did for the same thing Randy did. His mom, Angie was doing the stuff, but just never got caught. To make a long story short, I'll just say that they weren't good parents to Little Ronnie or his brother Cody. Little Ronnie has been in lots of trouble with the law lately and his dad's in rehab until the end of Novemeber. Angie has found a new boyfriend and filed for divorce. She and her new man have moved to White Cloud and taken Cody with them. They told Little Ronnie that he couldn't go because there wasn't enough room for him. What kind of mother leaves her 17 year old troubled kid to fend for himself? She's actually got a job though, for the first time in years. Little Ronnie has been kicked out of school and is probably going to jail soon over some stupid shit that he's done. Angie was going to let him stay in the trailer that they lived in since she didn't have a choice. Legally, she can't kick him out until he's 18. BUT, the cops showed up there Sunday morning because this 15 year old girl ran away and the mom thought she probably was at Little Ronnie's house. So the cops came with the mom and sure enough, there she was with another one of her friends. So, Angie got wind of this because she happened to run into Ma and Pa Hanninen in Big Rapids and they told her what happened. Angie came back to the trailer and packed Little Ronnie's shit and told him that she was getting the lights and phone shut off and she was locking the place up and not giving him the keys. She called me and told me that she was bringing Little Ronnie and all his shit down to our house because he's staying with us now, and he doesn't have a choice. We had told him that he could stay with us when Angie left, but he didn't want to do that since we actually have RULES and we'd make him go to school, get a job, and not let him party and have all his little girlfriends come over. Well, Angie called and dropped that bomb on us Saturday afternoon. What do I know about keeping a 17 year old boy on the right path after he's had NO parenting for the last 10 years? He's been pretty good though. He's great with my kids and he's helped me around the house a few times. He kept Gavin entertained yesterday so I could take a little nap. I don't think I can trust him though. He bullshits A LOT. You can't really believe anything that he tells you, and I'm not leaving any money lieing around either. He's been very respectful to Randy and I. We don't know what's going on with all the charges against him, everything's been turned over to the prosecuting attorney, but I'm sure he's going to jail.
It's a good thing we have a strong marriage, because having a troubled 17 year old in the house could definetly be a strain. But we can't turn our backs on him when he doesn't have a place to live. To be fair, Angie's dad tried to take him in and straiten him out, but he also had rules that Little Ronnie didn't want to live by. He lasted for two days there. I hope he realizes that this is his last option, there's nobody else to take him in, and if he wants a roof over his head, he'd better mind his ps and qs.

Right before Angie called, Blayne called and asked if I'd keep Payton overnight. I'd never done it before, but he told me that she sleeps through the night, so I figured I'd do him a favor and keep her. After I talked to Angie and knew all that shit was going down, I wished that I wouldn't have told Blayne that I'd keep her. Randy was working third shift that night, so it was Little Ronnie, Payton, Gavin, and I. Let me just say that Payton DID NOT sleep through the night. We were up at 12am, 1am, and 4:30am. Come to find out, it was because I put her on her back to sleep, (like you're supposed to do) instead of her belly. Blayne said that she rolls over now anyway, so they let her sleep on her tummy. I was so tired Sunday morning, which is why I was thankful to have Little Ronnie here to watch Gavin so I could get some sleep.

I chaperoned Gavin's field trip today. I only had one other little boy to keep track of besides Gavin, but I'm wiped out. I didn't even have to drive like I thought I would. One other mom only had two boys and she was driving a mini-van with two row seating. So we rode with her, which saved on gas. We bonded and chatted the whole way there and back. Turns out we know some of the same people.

I don't think I've read my f-list since Friday or Saturday so I've got some catching up to do. Payton will be here in about an hour too.

Over n Out

Guess who came out of the shower this morning to find 6 red roses in an awesome vase on the kitchen table? I was on the phone with my friend Jenny because she'd called right after I'd turned the shower off. So I was drying off and talking to her and telling her that Randy should be home from work any minute and I didn't know what was taking him so long. I came out of the bedroom and he was in the kitchen and my roses were on the table. I said, "OH! You got me flowers?!" He was like, "Uh, yeah. It's Sweetest Day." That's so unlike me to not know those things. Actually, when we were out with Teresa and Levi last weekend, Levi told us that Sweetest Day was that Saturday, so I thought it was done and over with. But Randy said he kept hearing about Sweetest Day on the radio on the way home from work. I don't think I ever would've known if he wouldn't have told me. When Gavin and I did a little grocery shopping, I got Randy a strawberry cheesecake for his gift. That's his favorite and I couldn't think of anything to get him without driving to Big Rapids.

Jenny had her baby yesterday. She was pregnant with twins, but one didn't make it past her fourth month. She had to deliver both of them yesterday since the one that died never passed on its own. She's doing surprisingly well, but she's had months to get used to the idea. The only thing she said about it was that she has to stay in the hospital for an extra day because the second baby wouldn't go down the birth canal on his own, so the doc had to reach inside her to get him out. Now they're watching her to make sure she doesn't develop an infection because of that. Randy, Gavin, and I are going to visit them later. Jenny's boyfriend, Marky works on Randy's rig, so had had to drive home when Jenny called him to tell him she was in labor. He said he drove 110mph to get there, but he was still too late, by 2 minutes. That would suck!

Randy's check wasn't as much as we thought it would be, so we couldn't pay the rent and get propane both this week. I called Jeff (landlord) and he said it was okay. He said we could pay the rent today and he would order more propane for us, leaving it in his name because he gets a discounted rate that we don't get. So I gave him 800.00, the gas company will deliver the propane on Monday and leave us a bill for the rest of what we'll owe. We're saving about 65.00 every time we fill the tank if we get the rate that Jeff gets. I figure it'll cost about 435.00 and I already gave Jeff 200.00 of that, so we'll owe 235.00. Randy's going to get another loan from work for 450.00 to cover that and pay some on his fines. After I paid Jeff all that money, I only left us with 100.00. I wasn't thinking about chaperoning Gavin's field trip, which I have to drive for on Monday, or whatever I'll have to pay for my eye exam and new glasses. Mason also has an orthodontist apt. on Monday, so that's more gas money and maybe a co-pay for the orthodontist. CRAP! I should be getting child support from Josh sometime this week, but I know better than to count on it.

My LJ comments aren't coming through my email. WTF?

Well, I'm kinda tired. I wonder if Gavin will let me take a little nap on the couch while he watches cartoons. Yeah right.

We had some pretty scarey weather here last night. I'm okay with thunderstorms, in fact I LIKE thunderstorms, even if I'm home by myself. But there were tornado watches/warnings all over the place last night, and those, I don't like so much. We don't have a basement to make matters worse. Lucky for us, the tornados stayed south and north of us. The town where Randy's company is out of got hit by a twister, picked one little old lady's house up and moved it across the street. All I saw around here are big trees down, which is bad enough.

I'm sitting here trying to figure out what happened to all of Randy's 940.00 check last week. We didn't pay any bills, pay on any of his fines, or pay his mom any of the money we owe her. We DID buy the 170.00 dryer, he had a 25.00 copay at his chiropracter yesterday and I had a 25.00 copay at my dentist. He's probably went through 200.00 in gas money and lunches for work and smokes. Gavin's school pictures were 32.00 and we've spent maybe 50.00 in groceries. He has 200.00 still left from that check. That leaves about 200.00 unaccounted for. Oh, and we went out for dinner and a movie with Teresa and Levi, so maybe we're only missing 150.00. He gets paid tomorrow, but we have to have the propane tank filled, which is 500.00 and the rent's due, which is 600.00. That's gonna take his whole check. We need to start doing something different. All of our big bills are due in one week. (Next week) We need to start depositing money in the bank early for my car payment and insurance since they both come right out of our savings. We should do that on the first pay day of the month. Then the second pay day, we could pay his mom money for the Jeep payment and the bank loan in her name. Plus we could pay the utilites that week too. The third week, rent is due and that usually wipes out most of his check and leaves enough for gas and misc. stuff. That should leave the last pay check of the month free and clear, right? So why doesn't it ever work that way? Probably because we're always behind so that last pay check is for catching up. In the mean time, Josh is over a grand behind in child support, but is on a two week hunting trip in Utah. Fucking lovely. Maybe he should just stay there and hang out with the Mormons. He could have his six wives that way and probably be in Heaven! Fucking Fuckface.

Well peeps, I need to get off my arse and start dinner. I'm thinking it's gonna have to be french toast and sausage. I stopped at the store and got a pizza kit, but forgot the mozzerella cheese. I'll be damned if I'm going all the way to town for cheese.

I went to my final dentist apt. today and was only planning on getting one filling. Nope. I had to get two. Both on the right side, one on the top and one on the bottom. My whole mouth is numb, it feels like my toung is twice its normal size, and I keep drooling on myself. My lips were dried out so I went to put some chapstick on, but I had to do it in front of the mirror because I kept missing my lips. You'd think that after 32 years, I'd know where my lips are.

Randy went to his chiropractor today. He had a couple disks that were out of place, but he feels better now. His neck and shoulder are still stiff, but I promised him another massage later. It's a good thing we've got good health insurance to cover all this crap that we've had done lately. I'm curious to see if Randy's insurance will cover Gavin's allergy prescription. If not, the inhaler alone will be 100.00 a month. It seems like I've gotten it filled since he's been on Randy's insurance and I just had to pay the 10.00 copay.

I told Randy that he needs to let his boss know that he can't continue to be the only one doing the heavy lifting/hard work on his rig crew. The other two guys are old, so one doesn't do much and the other doesn't do a damn thing since he's friends with the boss. If Randy keeps it up, he won't be worth a shit in a couple years. They knew he was hurting really bad yesterday, but instead of giving him the easy jobs, he got stuck doing all the heavy lifting while the lazy friend of the boss sat in his truck all freakin' night. It's bullshit is what it is.

Well, Randy just got home with the boys and he hates it when I'm on the computer when he's home. I don't know if I'll have time to catch up on my f-list or not, but I hope you all are doing well.

Yeah, I did a bad thing and let Gavin stay home from school today. But I figured the only thing they were doing was going to the fire station to check out the fire trucks and stuff like that, so he's not missing out on much. I even told him they were doing that today and he still didn't want to go. Besides, it's raining and the class is walking to the fire dept., so maybe I'm saving him from getting sick. (I'll just keep telling myself that anyway.) I made him promise that he'll go to school Friday without giving me any problems though. I know, I can't let him stay home just because he wants to, but I don't think he's ready to spend time away from me after being with Josh for a whole week.

Totally off subject here, but I watched "The Reaping" on PPV last night. Really over the top freaky and twisted! Just the way I like my movies!

I got a nice email from Jenni, my old boss from the hotel. She said that they really miss having me around and it's weird that I'm not there. And they miss me bringing Gavin into work with me and keeping everyone entertained. It's nice to be missed. I just wish I would've been a little more appreciated when I was there. I don't think I ever mentioned it in here, but Brandy got fired two days after I quit for stealing Trip Reward points to get free shit. What a dumbass thing to do.

Here's my TO DO list for today:

1) Get on the phone and make chiropractor apts. for the hubby and myself: Poor Randy came home last night in lots of pain because his back went out. Monday he was complaining because he had a stiff neck and it went all the way down to his shoulder. He said it felt like his back was out and that's what was causing the pain. Before we went to sleep that night, I busted out the Hot Heart Massager and the massage lotion and gave him an awesome rub down. He said he felt his back pop and go back into place and the pain in his neck/shoulder was gone. So I pretty much thought I was the shiznit and the massage did the trick. But he said he bent over to pick something up last night and he either had a muscle spasm or his back went out again, but only in a different place than before. He could hardly walk when he got out of bed this morning and he has to work 12 hours tonight. I know it's gotta be killing him if he wants me to make him a chiropractor apt. He's always refused to go to one in the past because he says they do more harm than good.

2) A load of laundry.

3) Clean the bathrooms. Any woman that lives with three boys knows how often the bathrooms need to be cleaned. The toilet is a fairly large target and it's a pretty small stream. Can anyone explain why it's so hard for them to hit the bowl instead of the rim or the floor? I mean, for God's sake! And is it so hard to spit the toothpaste IN THE DRAIN instead of all over the edge and sides of the sink?!

4) Get on the phone and check for cheaper car insurance. Get this! When Randy and I got married, Farm Bureau made me add him to my policy before they'd change my last name on it. He has two points on his license for speeding, so that jacked my rates up by 30.00 a month. THEN, they informed me that I couldn't get my renter's insurance through them anymore because they don't cover modular homes. And no, it doesn't matter that this certain modular home isn't a delapatated crack shack and it's only 6 years old, they don't cover them, period! So that means that I lost my multi-line discount and my rates went up another 20.00 a month. So, my car insurance with the minimum amount of comp and collision coverage is now 176.00 a month! That's fucking outragous and I told the girl at Farm Bureau as much. She actually agreed with me and I told her I'd be checking around for cheaper insurance.

5) Pick Mason up from school and drop him off at Jason's so they can go to church tonight and my eight year old can be further brainwashed by the people in his cult....I mean CHURCH! Srsly. I've about had it with the lectures about taking the Lord's name in vein and the evils of smoking. The Sunday school teacher has told her class that they need to "spread the word of Jesus" or "Jay-sus" as toes_inthe_sand puts it. By "spreading the word of Jesus" she means preach to people. I've tried telling Mason that not everyone believes the same way as his church and it's okay for people to be that way. I've also tried telling him that most people don't appreciate other's beliefs being pushed on them. I know he's only 8 and he probably doesn't get that yet, but he needs to try to understand that it's okay for different people to have different beliefs and they're not gonna go to Hell for it. I remember one Thanksgiving that he told my whole family that the church says everyone that has tatoos and drinks alcohol will go to Hell when they die. (This is 90% of my dad's family by the way!) I almost told Jason that if he wants him on Wednesdays for church, he'll have to make the drive to come and get him. But, the man's been awfully good to me over the years, so I told him that I'd bring him.

I just realized that I've been a total pushover twice already today and it's only 10am. Anyway, I need to get my arse off this couch and get started on some of this shit. You guys/gals have a good day!

You guys wouldn't believe the extended lazy weekend that I had. It was so fun, and I'm glad I decided to go down to Charlotte with Randy for work.

Saturday morning after Randy got home from work, we cashed his check and bought our dryer. He got it hooked up so I started doing laundry right away. I did a couple things in town and did some housework while he took a nap. We left for Charlotte around 7pm and got down there around 8:30. Michigan State was having their homecoming in Lansing that night so we almost didn't have a room at the Super 8 where Randy's company pays for his room. They had one room left so we were lucky. I told Randy that maybe we should call the hotel before we left to make sure they had a room, but ya know how men are. Besides I didn't just spend the last two years of my life working in a hotel or anything, so I know NOTHING of how the business works. ;) Randy got up Sunday morning and went to work. I called Teresa and her husband Levi to see what they were doing since they're only 10 minutes away. Teresa and I decided that the four of us could go out for a movie and dinner when Randy got home. We ended up seeing Ben Stiller's new movie, "The Heartbreak Kid" and I was a little disapointed. It seemed like they showed all the funny parts in the previews on TV. The tickets were only 3.00 a piece, so we couldn't complain. Then we went to Appleby's for dinner and it was sooo good. It was awesome to catch up with Teresa and Levi and after we dropped them back off at their house, Randy said they weren't what he expected since they're Amish and all.

I laid around the room Monday morning since Randy was back at work. I ran into our friend Jeff around 11am. He works second shift on the same rig that Randy does and he was also staying at the hotel. He was on his way to lunch before he had to go to work and he asked me if I wanted to go. So I did and I guess it started a bunch of shit with his girlfriend. He two-wayed her and told her that he was taking me to lunch before he went to work. She called him again later and started saying stuff to Jeff about "his new girlfriend" and about how he was probably cheating on her with me. This was all said over the two-way and she knew I was sitting right there hearing it all. He was like, "Andrea! We've already eaten lunch and we're sitting here waiting at the rig for 2pm so I can go to work and Randy can get out. Did you forget that Kris and Randy are MARRIED?" She just kept running her mouth though about how we were probably having sex in Jeff's back seat and a bunch of other shit. I was getting seriously pissed. She knows me, we have mutual friends, and Jeff and I have known each other since elementary school. These jealous insecure bitches that think I'm the type of woman who would chase their boyfriends and cheat on my husband crack me up. It's doing wonders for my ego though, to know that these "girls" see me as such a threat.

Anyway, we got home around 6pm. I had to jump right into the shower and pick up Gavin from Josh's. Jason dropped Mason off while I was gone. (Randy was here.) As soon as I got home I had to get right into making dinner, doing laundry, and getting the kids bathed and medicated and ready for bed. I had really messed up dreams all night long and I didn't feel like I'd slept at all when the alarm went off this morning. Speaking of dreams, my friend Carrie keeps having dreams that I tell her that I'm pregnant and she's so happy for me that she cries and we jump around hugging each other. Last week she had a dream that her SIL told her that she was pregnant and just yesterday, that dream actually came true. She's thinking that I'm next.

I had Gavin's parent/teacher conference today. His teacher says he's doing really well and he enjoys all the activities they do during the day. She says he's very well behaved and a joy to have in class. (Of course he is!)

Well, I think I'll go for now. I'm thinking of making the kids carameled apples for later. And I need to do some reading on my f-list.

But I'm thinking of going back down with Randy for work this weekend. At least Gavin won't have to go since he's with Josh until Monday. This means that I'll be able to sleep, read, or watch scary movies while Randy's working. Plus he's working first shift and no overtime so he'll be back to the hotel by 3:00. We wouldn't get home until Monday around 5:30, so Mason will have to stay with Jason Sunday night and miss school on Monday. Blayne and Ann will also have to get someone else to keep Payton for at least a few hours until we get back, and I'll miss Jenny's baby shower on Sunday night. But I think I'll do it anyway because he hates staying down there by himself. And he won't drive home when he's working first shift because he has to leave by 4:00am. We'll probably take off sometime tomorrow night so we won't have to get up that early on Sunday morning.

The shithead came home this morning after he told me he wasn't going to and scared me half to death again. I didn't even know he was in the house until I woke up to him being right in my face.

I got a call from our landlords today. They say that if we can't have our finances strait enough to buy this house when our lease is up in August, they won't renew our lease because they'll be moving back into it. Even if we get our shit together and get our credit strait, I don't think we'll buy this house. Randy thinks that we could find a better house for as much as they want for this one. We love this house and the location, but it's a modular and they depreciate in value big time. Man, I hate the thought of moving ever again, but he's right. For a hundred grand, we could probably find a stick built home with the same amount of land. I just hope we'll be in a better position with our bills/credit by then because I don't want to have to move only to rent again. The next time I move, I want it to be for good. Christ, I'm tired of bouncing the kids around. I'm always lecturing Josh about how Gavin needs stability, but yet Josh is the one building a house and we're still trying to figure out how we'll ever get out from renting. Ugh!

I don't know what to do with Mason lately. I have to tell him every night to put his dishes in the sink, not on the counter. I have to tell him every night after his bath to hang up his towel and put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. The other day, he told Randy that he had to pee and he was on his way in the house. Randy told him that we live in the country now, so he could pee BEHIND the garage. What did he do? He went INSIDE the garage and peed in the corner! I asked him, "Mason why would you do that?" He said, "Because I thought Randy told me to." I said, "Why would Randy tell you to pee inside the garage?" He just shrugged his shoulders. The boy cannot do anything for himself. He'll ask me where something is, and he'll look for it for about 2 seconds before he says, "I can't find it Mom." and usually it's right in front of his face. He still wants me to run his bath water because he says he "gets it too cold." I hear him say, "I can't." or "I don't know how." about 20 times a day. At first I thought it was just because I babied him for too long and did a lot, and I mean A LOT of things for him, but lately I've been better at making him do things on his own and giving him more responsibility by having him do chores. It's like I tell him something and it goes in one ear and right out the other. Last night, I went in and checked on him in the tub and once again for the 50th time, I had to tell him that he had too much water in the tub because it was just about to over flow. I asked him why I had to keep repeating myself and telling him the same things over and over night after night. He just shrugged his shoulders like he didn't know what I was talking about. He is so very book smart and at the top of his class, so why are common sense things so hard to grasp? I catch myself wanting to say things that my mom used to say to me like, "Use your head and pay attention." I tried to talk to him about it on the way to Jason's house today after he told me that he'd gotten in trouble for talking in class agian. I don't think I got through. I was telling Jason all this when I dropped Mason off and his girlfriend started laughing. I shot her a look and she said, "I don't mean to laugh, it's just that Jason and I have had this same conversation before." I almost told her that this has nothing to do with her and that Jason and I are the parents, but I didn't want Jason getting mad at me and saying anything to me in front of her. It's just so damn frustrating. Is it just that he's an eight year old boy who needs constant reminding, or does he have a really short attention span? Have I turned him into such a mama's boy that he can't do anything including THINK for himself? This is really starting to bother me. I hate to say this, but Gavin is even more independent than Mason is. It's a good thing too because Josh is very big on Gavin being independent and he always used to give me shit about how much I babied Mason. It's a fine line to walk ya know. I always used to think that being a good mom meant doing all you can for your kids, but now I'm thinking that being a good mom means teaching your kids to fend for themselves. How do you find a happy medium?

Honestly, I didn't plan on posting about all that. But I do feel a little better now that I've gotten it out and I really could use some advice.

Halloween Horoscope for Capricorn

Your friends see a whole other side of you on Halloween - brash and bold. You make be reserved and conservative most other days, but on the 31st... look out! Costume suggestions: A stripper or naughty priest / nun Signature Halloween candy: M & M's Scary movie you should celebrate Halloween with: Bram Stoker's Dracula

I love M&Ms, especially mixed in popcorn. And the year before last, I was an old western saloon girl. I love those naughty outfits!

I'm so tired. I think I'll go to bed at nine after I tuck Mason in.

I went to my apt. like a good girl today and got the second of three fillings. On the way home I told Randy, "I bet I could give a good blow job right now since everything in my mouth is numb and I have no gag reflex." He thought maybe we should go home and try it and he said he'd sacrifice his body for research to find out. But then I told him that I'd be afraid that I'd accidentally bite down on it since I couldn't feel anything. Then he didn't think it was such a great idea.

After my apt. we went to the used furniture place to look at their dryers. They had a brand new one for 369.00 and a slightly used one for 169.00. They're holding the used one for us until Saturday when Randy gets his check. We had to take the wet load of clothes that were in the dryer when it caught fire to his parent's house so we could dry them.

Then we took his deer to the processor instead of him cutting it himself. He knows how and everything, but it's just time consuming and tedious work. Since he had to take a nap before he left for work tonight, he didn't have the time to do it. I could've shit myself when he told me it was going to cost 60.00 for the guy to do it. Day-am!

I took Mason to Big Rapids as promised to get his costume while Randy napped. He picked out an alien costume and I got him this staff thingy with a clear spinny ball at the top of it that lights up when it spins. It kinda looks like something an alien would have. He wanted some kind of fake weapon to go with the costume, so I asked him, "When was the last time you saw an alien with an axe or a knife?" That's why he got the staff thingy. Of course he just HAD to try it on as soon as we got home and I told him it was a pretty cool alien costume. He corrected me by saying, "I'm not just an ALIEN mom! I'm an alien DICTATOR!" Ohhhhh! My bad, excuuuuuse me!

I thought I scored a great deal in WalMart. They had some 75% off clearance racks and I found a pair of size 9 blue jean capris marked down from 17.00 to 4.00. They were cute too, so I grabbed them for next summer. I was excited to get them home and try them on. I was seriously bummed when I couldn't get the fuckers over my fat thighs. I finally managed to do it and get them buttoned, but they were really tight and I hate tight clothes. I took them off and looked at the tag. They were size 9 all right. Size 9 in JUNIORS! Looking at myself in those things made me wanna puke. I'm so uncomfortable in my own skin these days, it's not even funny. I've decided to bust out the workout DVD every day and stick with it and maybe even borrow Ann's Ab Lounge. I look okay as long as I have clothes on to cover the cellulite and saddle bags, but it makes me sick to look at myself naked in the mirror and I wonder how Randy does it and still says I'm beautiful. Since I refuse to give up eating because I love food and I could never be bulimic because I hate to barf, I guess I'll have to exercise. I'm not saying that I'm huge or anything, because really a size 9 (sometimes 8) isn't all that bad for a woman my age after having two kids, but gravity takes a toll on a gal and the older I get, the harder it is to keep weight off and I think my metabolism is slowing down. I wish this hick town had a gym and provided daycare. WHOA! What a concept!

We woke Randy up at 7:00 for dinner. Mason woke him up in full alien (DICTATOR) gear. We ate and then Randy left for work. He'll be back Saturday morning and I've talked him into taking me on a real date that night.

I miss Gavin. He won't be home until Monday afternoon. :( Mason goes to his dad's tomorrow, so I'll be here all by myself tomorrow night. I should call my sister and see if she's up for a girl's night out. I know Billie won't go because her man won't let her. *Rolls eyes*

Seriously, I'm tucking Mason in and going to bed now.
Nighty night!

Anybody want to go to my dentist apt. for me today? I'm not looking forward to it at all. I still have one to go after this one today.

So, my dryer caught on fire last night. I fired it up like usual and then there were sparks. I peeked around the corner into the laundry room and saw flames in the top of the damn thing. Good thing the man of the house was home because I wouldn't have known what to do. All I could do was scream, "FIRE!" It took a serious shit and now we've gotta buy another one. See what I mean about every time we have the chance to catch up something else happens and we have to spend money? Nice!

We watched "Delta Farce" on PPV last night. Don't even waste your time on that one. It wasn't as funny as I thought it would be since I heart Larry the Cable Guy and Bill Engvall.

On the other hand, I watched "Vacancy" by myself in the dark the night before last, that one was pretty good. If you like those movies about a couple that takes a wrong turn and end up fighting for their lives, that is.

Hey toes_inthe_sand, it looks like someone else is stalking your friends list again and leaving nasty comments in my journal.

Randy finally shot a deer this morning. In our own backyard of all places. He happened to wake up in the wee hours of the morning and look out our bedroom window. 6 point buck standing right there. He grabbed his clothes and bow in the dark and went out and shot him. Clean shot so the poor little deer didn't suffer. It's currently hanging in our garage.

Once Mason gets out of school today, we're going to WalMart for groceries and a Halloween costume. Yippy!

Now I have to shower and go to town for my apt. and dryer shopping. Wish me luck!

Peace Out!

Are you guys getting tired of me being home all the time and having the internet, thus allowing me to post multiple times a day? Today has just been a day full of down time. It's rather quiet and boring without Gavin here. I've had to restrain myself from calling Josh to check on Gavin and making sure he's done everything that needs to be done for his school day tomorrow. I'm sure he has it under control and I have to respect the fact that they need time together witout me interfearing. Randy's working and won't be home until 1am, but at least I still have Mason to keep me company.

Mason and I ended up going to town and getting dinner from the deli at the grocery store. We had chicken, tater babies, and Italian salad. Well, I had Italian salad but Mason wouldn't touch it. We went to the movie store to try to pick out some good movies but we didn't have much luck. Mason finally decided on "Garfield, a Tale of Two Kitties". I didn't get anything because all the good ones were out or I could watch them on Pay Per View another day when Randy's home to watch them with me. And by "good ones" I mean the gorey ones. Ri ght now, the movies I want to see that are on PPV are, "Vacancy", and "The Number 23". I also wanna see "1408", but those were all out too.

So we've had dinner and we're watching Mason's movie. The cherry pie that I "baked" is almost cool enough to eat. Okay, I confess. I didn't really bake it. I bought it frozen because I'm no suzi_marie1 or tat2whtrsh.

Randy's mom just called to warn me that there's another Kirby vacuum salesman on the loose in the area. She said they already stopped at her house and they were heading this way. I promptly closed the shades and locked the doors. I'm thinking if they knock on my door, I might tell them, "Look, my husband just got out of prison and he hates to see strange men here when he gets home. If I were you, I'd scram!"

Some of you will be glad to know that I'll have lots of time to relax this week. So far, the only things I've got going on are....
WEDNESDAY: Mason's last soccer game.
THURSDAY: Dentist apt. and grocery/costume shopping.
FRIDAY: Pick Mason up from school and take him to Jason.
SATURDAY: Possible date night with my hubby since he has the day off and we have no kids that day.
SUNDAY: Baby shower for a friend, if she's not already in labor. (She's been dialated to 4 since she went into labor last week, but it was waaay too early so they stopped it.) I can't believe she's still hanging in there.

Oh yeah! Check it out Sue. I reset the clock on my 'puter! Is that better?

Okay, this should be the last post for today, I promise! Have a good night my loves!

I just added a couple friends to my journal. And I know that if I were a new person reading my LJ for the first time, I'd be all kinds of confused. So this post is to help out the new folks understand this train wreck of a journal.

MASON: My eight year old son. I don't know who told him it was okay to grow up, but he's doing it in a hurry.

GAVIN: My four year old son. He's an exceptionally bright child. I'm not just saying that because he's my kid. Ask anyone that knows him and they'll tell you that he's far beyond any four year old they know.

RANDY: My (almost) perfect husband. We were married on Mackinac Island on June 30th of this year. If you want to see pics, the only ones I have posted are in an entry around July 7th or so. A few years ago before Randy and I got back together (for the third time) he went to prison for manufacturing a certain very bad drug. That's in the past now and he learned a very hard lesson in life.

JASON: Mason's dad who remains a very good friend of mine. At least he is when his jealous, posessive girlfriend isn't throwing hissy fits over it.

JOSH: A.K.A. Gavin's "dad", douche bag, asshat, psycho, schitzo, paranoid freak! Yeah, Josh and I don't get along so well. He can take credit for most of the drama here in my LJ. He sails freighters on the Great Lakes, so thankfully he's not around much.

I have six siblings.
Jayme
Blayne
Brandee
Britaney
Steve
Gary
I have two sets of parents.
My mom and step dad (Harry) live in Idaho, as well as Jayme and her hubby and beautiful daughter, Natalie.
My dad and step mom (Marla) live down by Detroit and so does my baby sis, Britaney. Blayne and Brandee, who belong to Dad and Marla live right down the road. I babysit for Blayne's baby, Payton once, sometimes twice a week. Steve and Gary (step brothers) live about 30 miles away, but I don't see them much since I quit working in the town that they live in.

Oh yeah, I recently quit working to be a SAHM and it's going pretty good so far.

Well, that's the general gist of things. My journal is sure to keep you entertained if nothing else.

I guess I shouldn't have opened my mouth and told Mason that we could go get his Halloween costume today. My child support hasn't been deposited into my account yet, which I don't understand. Lansing processed the payment from Josh on Friday, this is Tuesday. Why is it taking so long? I wonder if it has anything to do with yesterday being a "holiday". Stupid Columbus Day anyway. I didn't even realize it was a holiday until I went to the post office to get money orders and of course they were closed.

Randy came home unexpectedly at 1am this morning and proceeded to scare the bejeebus out of me. I was sleeping and woke up to this thumping noise, but I just thought it was the wind and rain that I'd been listening to before I fell asleep. I never heard him come in the house though, but then he stepped in the bedroom doorway and by then I was halfway back to sleep. I woke up in a quick hurry though and about jumped out of my skin and screamed out loud. He said he just couldn't stand the thought of staying down there away from me, so he came home. I told him that I was glad that he came home, but shit! He almost gave me a heart attack at the ripe old age of 32!

This is way off topic here, but I'm watching CMT again since I'm the only one here, and can I just say that Dierks Bentley is one smokin' hot piece of ass? I love his song, "Free and Easy", but it makes me think of Josh. Ya know, yesterday when we met in town so he could get Gavin, I could've sworn that I saw a gold band on his ring finger. But when I looked again, it was gone. So I came right out and told him what I thought I saw. He said, "Nope, not yet. Gettin' close, but not yet." I'm shocked, and I'm guessing that's why he said it, for the shock factor. I just don't see him ever settling down for one. And for two, this girl has only met Gavin briefly. How can you even think of proposing to someone who's never spent any real time with your son? The real question is, how will I react if he ever does get married? I'd like to think that since I'm already very happily married myself, that I'd be okay with it, hell even happy about it. But if I really look way deep down inside myself, I know I'll be a little jealous. Yes, he's a ranting, raving, egotistical maniac from the depths of Hell, but he's ALSO my babydaddy and we DID have some great times. Is that normal? I compare my relationship to Josh to that of an addict with his/her relationship with drugs. It was more like a sickness, an unhealthy and dangerous addiction, and I knew that when I married Randy, I'd never go back to that self-destructive way of life again. That was the final nail in the coffin that the relationship of Kris and Josh was buried in. Don't get me wrong, I married Randy for all the right reasons. Because he's a great man, he loves me, I love him, the kids love him and he loves them. We are NOT gonna end up being in the 50 % of all marriages that end in divorce, and I know all newlyweds probably say the same thing. But, I'm tellin' ya, we've been through a hell of a lot of bad stuff in the first year and a half that we've been together. We've came out of all of it stronger than when we went in. We're so different in so many ways, but we do a good job of balancing each other out. And ya know what else? I've never been the type of girl who likes a man that gets all mushy and gushy and has to be crammed up my butt all the time. I bore easily and I need my space. That's how it's been with every other guy that I've been seriously involved with. But it's different this time. Randy says things that would've made me run for cover if they came from any other man before. And no matter how much time we spend together, I can never get enough. Even if he's only gone for a couple hours, I get excited when I see him pull in the driveway, or I hear the bass from the Jeep from a mile away. I get all giddy like a damn 15 year old. I think it's because he's such a damn manly man, and nobody else sees that soft side of him. But then he tells me things like, "I just couldn't stay away Baby, so I had to come home to you." *MELT/SWOON*

Anyway, I wish I could think of something fun/inexpensive for Mason and I to do today. Him and I don't get much quality time alone. On the other hand, I'd feel bad about doing something fun when Gavin's not here to do it too. I think I'll take them both to see "The Bee Movie" when it comes out. I wonder if there's any new kids movies out on DVD that we could go rent.

WOOT! Dwight Yoakum has a new song out?! People think I'm crazy because I'm a Dwight fan and not many people are. I love his old stuff like "Long White Cadillac" and "Fast as You". I used to have a few of his CDs, but they're all gone now. I think Josh may have a couple of them. He's the one who turned me onto Dwight. He even took me to one of his concerts at the casino three summers ago.

I'm gonna go find something to do. I could vacuum or make the kid's beds. Or I could sit on my ass and watch my soaps. Someone pass the bon bons!

My weekend was so boring. I decided to go down to work with Randy after all. I thought I'd at least be able to see Teresa. So we left on Friday night so we wouldn't have to get up at 3am Saturday morning. We got down there around 10:30pm. Randy got up at 5:30am and left for work. He asked me if I wanted to take him to the rig so I could keep the car, but I didn't feel like getting up and waking Gavin up that early and I figured Teresa would come and get me since she only lives 10 minutes from the hotel. So I called her Saturday morning to let her know we were there and she said she didn't think they were doing anything that day and she'd call me back a little later. I never heard from her again. All weekend. Randy worked until 10pm Saturday night so Gavin and I were stuck in the hotel with no pool and one cartoon channel, and it wasn't like the hotel was in the middle of town. We were out on the highway, so I wasn't about to take Gavin and walk anywhere. Plus, we had forgotten his backpack with all his clothes and toys in the car, so it went with Randy to work in the morning. We were bored silly. Then Randy went back to work Sunday morning and we finally got to go home at 3:00 Sunday afternoon. I was really glad to get home. I wouldn't mind going again with him, but only if I don't have to take any kids so I can read or sleep all day while he's working. And next time I'll drag my lazy ass out of bed so I can keep the car.

Josh came home from work today and of course expected me to drop what I was doing and bring Gavin to him. And of course that's exactly what I did. Actually, he wanted me to drop him off at 5pm, but I told him we'd be at the soccer game at that time so he'd have to wait until 6:30. He ended up meeting me in town so I didn't have to drive out to his house. You won't beleive this, but even after he's been gone for work for 6 weeks, and even though he's a grand behind in child support, he's STILL taking a hunting trip to Utah next week. For two weeks. Then he'll be home for two weeks before he goes back to work. He hasn't changed his life style one bit since he's became a father. His best friend actually spoke up and told him that he was a piece of shit when it came to being a dad if he was going to put more importance on a hunting trip than he was his son. DUDE! I've been saying that for years now. His friend also said, "Gavin needs a dad." I informed him that Gavin has two dads. His biological dad who hangs out with him when he has the time and he's not working, hunting, or spending time with his g/f, and then he has his real dad who spends all the time he can with him, taking him hunting and fishing. Yeah, Randy's been more of a dad to Gavin than Josh ever will be, and for that I'm very thankful.

So I took Gavin and Payton to Mason's soccer game, and then to McDonalds for some dinner. I try not to take the kids there very often, but with Payton being here and her being the demon baby that she is, and Randy being gone so it's just me, I didn't think I'd have time to make dinner. Josh met us there and picked up Gavin. Josh SAYS he'd like to keep Gavin until Sunday or next Monday, but I doubt that since something always seems to come up that's more important than Gavin. Payton's actually being good tonight, she's sleeping now. Blayne should be here in about an hour to pick her up. I'm looking forward to tomorrow because once I get Mason on the bus for school, I can go back to bed and sleep. I think once Mason gets home, we'll head to Big Rapids to get groceries and Mason's Halloween costume so he can quit driving me insane about it. Josh SAYS he's going to get Gavin's costume, but we'll see. He also SAYS he's going to catch up on his child support AND give me gas cards for driving Gavin to Reed City (8 miles from us, twice a day, three days a week.) but we'll see about that too. At least he was being nice to me today. He must've stopped off at his g/f's house to get laid on the way home. Good for him.

Well, I'd like to read a little of my f-list before Payton wakes up so I'm outty for now. Hope you all had a more exciting weekend than I did.

So I'm sitting here watching CMT, which is a rare treat to me because nobody else in the house likes to watch it. Anyway, I never really liked "Because of You" by Kelly Clarkson and I like it even less with Reba singing it with her. And someone should tell Reba that she's not 20 anymore, so that dress, the hair style, and her makeup in that video make her look like a hussy. A 50 year old hussy who's trying to look 20. And that song, "Stay" by Sugarland? When I first heard it, I thought she was singing from the wife's point of view about her cheating husband. But I listened to it more closely when it came on today, and she's actually singing it from the other woman's point of view. Me no likey so much anymore. Speaking of music, when I was cleaning out Randy's pig sty of a vehicle this morning, I came across my Rascal Flatts CD that I thought was lost forever. Yeah, it was tossed in the back seat underneath a bunch of hunting gear. Amazingly enough, it played all the way through without one scratch. I wonder if my missing Keith Urban CD is in there somewhere too.

Randy called from work last night around midnight. He said not to worry when he doesn't come home at the usual time this morning, becaue they're rigging down and he has to work 12 hours. That means he won't be home until around 1pm this afternoon. Suckage. AND, they're probably rigging back up on the new location on Saturday, which means he'll be working 16 hours. So, I really don't see the point of going down with him tomorrow morning since we won't see each other at all. Especially if Josh isn't back and we have to take Gavin. I don't know what I'm doing yet. I'd really like to go so I can visit Teresa, but I don't know what I'll do with Gavin for the rest of the time. The hotel doesn't have a pool or cartoon channels and it's a small boring town. Maybe me going down there just isn't meant to be for some reason.

I've already got my cleaning done for the day. After I dropped Gavin off at school, I came home and cleaned out the Jeep because I was embarrassed to drive the thing in the condition it was in. Then I made the beds, cleaned the mirrors in the boys' bathroom since they manage to splatter toothpaste all over them every morning, folded the laundry, and swept and mopped the kitchen floor. Now I have to get in the shower so I can pick up the littlest little one from school. We're picking Mason up from school at 2:30 to take him to Jason's for the weekend. Then maybe since we're so close to Mount Pleasant, Randy will want to go and talk to the people at B&H about this other job offer he got.

Okay boys and girls, I'm sure I'll be back later, but I must shower now!

I stayed up way too late last night. I honestly planned on going to bed early since Randy was gone and I was wiped out. But noooo! Two certain silly girls on my f-list were being chatty Cathys last night were making it very hard for me to log off and go to bed. I was laughing at their witty banter going back and forth and I didn't want to miss out on anything.

My f-list has gotten very interesting these days. I have people talking about getting paid because of new jobs, getting laid with the help of sex toys, booze, and flowers, and all kinds of other cool shit. I have the most awesome LJ friends ever!

No big plans for today. I can get away with making sketty for dinner since Randy won't be home to eat it. Gavin's school has a bake sale every Friday and each grade takes a turn sponsoring it. It's the preschool's turn tomorrow, so Gavin has to bring in snacks/baked goods for it. I happen to have a box of graham crackers and some vanilla frosting, so I'll probably whip up some graham cracker cookies. They usually prefer that the kids bring in "healthy" snacks like trail mix or popcorn, but they'll have to take what I'm willing to give and LIKE IT!

I tried calling Randy's personnel office to find out what his optical insurance covers and if there's a deductible for yearly eye checkups, but the receptionist is working on payroll and the last thing I want to do is disturb her when she's doing that! But it's been over two years since I've had an eye exam and I want some new glasses and maybe even contacts. I also tried calling my chiropractor to get an apt. with him because my back is FUCKED UP!! I can't even stand at the kitchen sink for too long to do dishes without it killing me. It hurts all day long and I can't get comfy in bed at night. I have to sleep with a pillow between my knees and I can't stay in one position for too long. I don't care what Randy says, I'm putting my foot down and insisting on getting a Tempurpedic mattress when we get our taxes back. I'm too young to feel this old and I should not be having back problems this soon. Maybe I should call Jason's sister and see if she still does massage therapy. It's been a few years since she went to school for it, but I'll bet she still has her table and all that other stuff.

Well, I need to get off here. Gavin seems to think that he needs to eat lunch or something!

Halloween Meme

Halloween Meme

1jodie eats jaiden_z's spicy, spicy brains.

az_starshine sacrifices finding_bliss's Bank Manager's lunchbox

digiduckie runs around screaming for hours until abruptly silenced by tat2whttrsh, wielding a sharpened axe

disclaim__her puts apples in your razorblades

jaiden_z puts fake eyeballs in your cutlery

finding_bliss summons the undead armies of wookiewife to steal your candy

sassyshel dresses up as az_starshine

ssterchaos haunts your brains

stormyoceana creates an unholy monstrosity from vegassunshine, trillian421979 and 1jodie

suzi_marie1 tries to pick up Phantom Hitchhikers

tat2whttrsh buries ssterchaos at the crossroads with a Bank Manager's lunchbox through their heart

tigerfaerie devours the entire neighbourhood's gerbils

toes_inthe_sand TPs your pumpkin

wookiewife swoops on 1jodie and drains their socks

vegassunshine calls toes_inthe_sand to let them know the psycho killer's in the basement

LJ Name

Other memes: Thee Vs. Summer Day, April Fool

The kids have been fed, bathed,medicated, and now are quietly watching Sponge Bob for the next half hour until bedtime. They've been very well behaved today, so as a treat I'm letting them stay up until 9pm. The husband has also been fed and sent on his way to work. There's a fudge marble cake cooling and waiting to be frosted for a bedtime snack. I'm chillin' in my favorite chair with my laptop, just as content as can be. I'm passing time until 10pm when the new season of South Park starts. This is the frickin' life!

Mason and his soccer team won their game today 2-1, which was cool. They also got their team pictures taken, so I'll shell out more money to buy those on Monday. Gavin has decided that playing soccer isn't his thang, so he opted out of his game today to stay home and go for a bike ride with Randy. It's weird because some days he wants to play and other days he won't have anything to do with it. He has been better when I drop him off at school though. We haven't had a major melt down in over a week now. Color me relieved!

I had some of my dreaded dental work done today. Today should've been the worst apt. of the two that I have left. It wasn't so bad. The numbing was the worst part, but after that it was a cake walk. The most annoying thing was that my mouth was still numb four hours after I left the office. I was so thirsty, but I was afraid of trying to drink anything and having it run out of my mouth and down my face.

Josh was supposed to be home today, or that's what he said the last time I had the displeasure of talking to him. But I haven't heard from him today, so must be plans changed. If he's not home by Friday night, Randy and I will be taking Gavin with us to Albian for the weekend.

Randy's nephew, Cody (9) may be moving in with us. His dad's in rehab and his mom should be but she won't admit she has a problem. Angie, (Randy's future ex SIL) is divorcing Ronnie, (Randy's brother) and she already has a new b/f who just got out of prison after 14 years for a whole slew of B & Es. This b/f was staying with Angie, who lives right next door to Randy's parents, the day after Ronnie went to jail. NICE! Anyway, Angie says she's moving with her new b/f who lives about 45 minutes away and taking Cody with her. Cody doesn't wanna move because he's actually doing good in school this year, likes his teacher, and hasn't gotten into any trouble so far. He wants to either stay with us or Randy's parents until his dad gets out of rehab. Ma and Pa can't handle a nine year old full time. Randy and I talked about it and we think that for Cody to have half a chance of having a happy healthy childhood with some discipline, he needs to stay with us. Angie's a drunk who would rather party than take care of her kids. She doesn't have a job, a diploma, GED, or parenting skills. I called Angie and talked to her about it and she didn't tell me to fuck off like I thought she would. She just said she doesn't know when she's moving yet because she wants to have a job there first. She didn't say she'd let Cody stay, but she didn't tell me to go to hell either, so we'll see.

Time to tuck the kidlets into bed. Catch ya'll lata!