Thursday, January 30, 2014

Royally Screwed? NOT!

Got my registration in for Eldest & I for the Royal Family 5K at Epcot next month!

I'm gonna die.
(Not really, but if I can't ditch this cold, it's will be painful!)

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Mr. Chippy

Meet Mr. Chippy. 

He is one of the myriad of squirrels that live in the trees around our house. Back when we first moved in, Nemo the 3 legged dog started chasing the squirrels. He'd never catch them, but loved to chase them! The squirrels would haul tail as soon as Nemo came outside. Then, I came up with the idea to offer the squirrels treats after Nemo chased them, thus the squirrels started associating Nemo with food. 

Now we have the one squirrel that we named Mr. Chippy. He's brave. I guess free food makes you brave. Don't believe me? Go to a Wall to Wall Mart on free sample day and observe. Yeah. I thought so. Anywho, Mr. Chippy is totally on board for letting Nemo chase him in exchange for a free meal. He will squeak to let his presence be know as soon as he hears the door open.  

Yesterday I was watching Netflix on the living room couch when I heard a noise out on the porch. I peeked out the window and there was Mr. Chippy on the porch, holding the bag of Cheez-Its I left on my porch table, diving in head first to finish of the cheesy crumb goodness. I laughed, but then thought..."Does he recognize the bag?" I experimented. Last night I left another Cheez-It bag, opened, on my porch table to see if Mr. Chippy would once again help himself.

I walked outside this morning to find an empty bag and a puddle of squirrel urine on my porch table.( I may have to get him something else to eat if he's gonna leave pee for me to clean up.) And so in honor of the squirrel becoming an unofficial pet of our house, I leave you with my kids fave Phineas & Ferb song....

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Friday, January 24, 2014

Never....EVER....Give Up!

We could learn a lesson from the Ahinga & the Armored Catfish. 

The Anhinga is hungry. The Armored Catfish doesn't want to be eaten. As our class drifted lazily past the two of them, the Anhinga kept flipping the Catfish around, trying to swallow it whole. The Armored Catfish kept flexing his spines, making it most difficult to be swallowed. Neither one looked like they were going to throw in the towel any time soon.

I never saw who won, the Anhinga or the Catfish, but in a way it is a good lesson for all of us. No matter if you're eating or being eaten, NEVER GIVE UP!!

Because I'm Apparently 12....

... I took pictures of the tree penises while we were hiking yesterday. No I did not point it out to the kids!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Tuesday, January 21, 2014


Sometime having a great group of friends can keep you swimming when the current turns against you!

Monday, January 20, 2014

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Move It!

I have to tell ya.....

I gained a LOT of weight. Yeah yeah, it happens during the holidays, but this was more than that. I had been depressed since being fired from my last job and when HHH was laid off we had too much stress and I caved in to temptation. I'm pretty chunky now. Since retiring from roller derby I haven't been getting enough exercise. I'm tired, my knees hurt, and I'm getting out of breath way too easily. 

That shit has to stop.

So I'm getting moving. I'm lacing up my sneakers and getting my butt outside. I'm starting slow, just walking at a brisk pace at the moment, but soon I'll be back to running like I used to. I need to get back to exercising. I was happiest when I was skating & training off skates. The exercise helped with my moods. It helped me sleep better. It made me an easier going person, and I miss that.

Today is Thursday, and I am up to 9 miles for the week so far. 

I just gotta get out and MOVE IT!

Saturday, January 11, 2014


HHH & I went out to find some subjects for me to shoot with my new (to me) camera. These are a few of the best ones I got....

Tuesday, January 7, 2014


I haven't written anything lately. Situations being what they were last week, I didn't have very much I could say, and I know damn good & well folks are TIRED of hearing about our bad luck. New year, new life.... let's get on with it 2014.

Today started out cold. Like "Holy SHIT! Why is it 34 degrees in fucking FLORIDA!?!" cold. I got up, got breakfast started, and began waking up the kids for school. I woke up HHH too and after they all got going I began to get dressed for my cleaning job that I had at 10. HHH came to get me and I was wrapped up! (I did mention it was cold!) I had on track pants, knee high socks, a shirt, a bandanna covering my hair, scarf, & a jacket. The wind was cutting, so I had put my scarf up over my head to protect my ears. 

HHH dropped me off at my client's house, but the lady wasn't feeling well, so I called HHH back and he asked if I'd ride with him for the day. Heck yea baby! I hop back in the truck and we ride along, talking, singing, and basically enjoying each other's company. 

HHH's customers are spread far & wide, and the first one he arrive at is out in the country where horses, cattle, and goats dot the landscape. HHH drive up the driveway and there are 2 dogs out in the yard that instantly make a beeline for the truck. HHH stops because he doesn't want to injure the dogs. The woman trying to corral them isn't having much luck. The larger of the dogs is listening, but the Jack Russel isn't. Finally I have an idea. I pop the seatbelt, get out of the truck, and start walking towards the house. The dogs instantly start following me and HHH can pull up into the yard. Problem solved! I get back in the truck and HHH does his bug spray thing.

After HHH is done he has to give the client their bill. As the woman walks towards the truck with him, I hear her asking if she can talk to me. He asks her why, and she says she didn't want to say anything to offend me seeing as how I was Muslim in my head scarf and fully covered clothing.

Um.... holiday-whoobee-whatee?!?

Yes... because I was wearing a scarf over my ears to keep them warm on the coldest day of the year, it automatically made me Muslim. I wasn't offended. It just started me thinking..... 

I know other cultures that wear scarves. Anyone who has lived in the great white North has wrapped a scarf around their head & neck to stay warm. Why did the scarf instantly make me Muslim? If I wore a trucker hat would that make me a big rig driver? How about if I wore nothing but skirts/dresses & didn't cut my hair? Does that make me Amish/Pentecostal? Why do we persist at stereotyping people by how they look?
How does that help us get to know each other on this big blue marble?

In the end, HHH told the woman I wasn't Muslim. That I was, in fact, just really cold & trying to stay warm. The woman apologized like she had made some great transgression by implying I was Muslim & we left. I kinda wanted to wave and say.... asa lama lakum, till I found out she also said I looked like a New York cabbie. That's taking the stereotype a BIT too far! 

Have you ever been mistaken for someone else because of how you were dressed???

Thursday, January 2, 2014


It's not even the second day of the new fucking year....

and already shit has gotten crazy! (and not in the good way!)

Not gonna explain it. I know damn good and well people are T-I-R-E-D of hearing me list the trials & tribulations we've been having lately.

I just really need to know...... can it stop now? 
Have we paid enough penance? 
Has enough blood been let? 
Has a pound of flesh been tallied? 

When will enough, BE enough? 

Will it EVER be enough.