
Back in the day raising three boys it took a LOT to freak me out and get the heebie jeebies. For some reason the older I get the easier it is to freak me out.
Things that freak me out to the point of dry heaves and possibly hurling:
Monday when I came home from work there was a 'smell' as soon as I came in the house. My first thought was now that C3 is back in school the trash does not get taken out on a daily basis and that was were the stench was coming from. Empty the trash, sprayed the trash can down with Lysol, lit some candles and went on with my business.
Tuesday when I came home from work there was a more potent 'smell', actually it smelled kind of like someone had just cooked Brussels sprouts. My first thought was that since I am have been severely slacking on the cooking and shopping department that there must be some rotting food in the fridge. There was, so I cleaned that out and scrubbed it down and took the trash out, lit some candles, sprayed some Lysol and went on with my business.
Today when I got home from work there was a 'stench' a very indescribable stench. Hubby had already lit all the candles and sprayed the Lysol but it had not made a dent in the stench. My first through was that the toilets had overrun and possibly backed up into the tub. Hubby's first thought was that the line in the kitchen was backed up. I checked that and it was clear, toilets were fine, nothing in the tub and Hubby said it smelled like really strong mildew or mold. His thought was to check the laundry room to see if the washer had been leaking, which it had not. I do not know why,maybe a calling from God, but for some reason I was compelled to open the closet that hosts the air conditioner and heater unit.
It didn't take me long, kind of like a split nano second, to slam the door while excreting a blood curdling scream that would not stop nor be controlled as I ran around the house alternating screeching and screaming, violently shaking and only stopping for the dry heaves. My reaction freaked Hubby out so bad that he was afraid to open the door and all he kept doing was chasing me around the house, shouting "What, WHAT, WTF is WRONG WITH YOU?"
It took several long minutes, but between the drive heaves, I managed to blurt out "Dead, Dead, Dead!" This only freaked Hubby out more and from my reaction he was thinking I saw a decapitated head or something and was too scared to look in the closet. When I finally made it outside to the back yard and I finally stopped dry heaving and hyperventilating by placing my head between my knees, I screeched "DEAD OPOSSUM IN THE CLOSET!"
Hubby thinking that by my reaction that it must be a big ass frickin opossum, geared himself up like he was going into a nuclear reactor plant and headed to the closet. I can't actually tell you what happened from that point until he came back outside to tell me he took care of it because I was busy doing the labor breathing outside in order to not hurl all over the deck, but his explanation that it was a 'tiny, baby opossum' that must have crawled through a crack into the attack and fell to his death from the vent in that closet, didn't ease the hurling reflex, nope they got worse. Bad enough that we had to leave the house for a couple of hours until I was brave enough to come home.
Even as I sit here typing this, the hurl reflex is in full force. What if I fall asleep and some crazy ass Momma Opossum decides to find her way into my house and kill me in my sleep for allowing her baby to die? I may never be able to sleep again. I know I will never be able to eat again, the hurl thing is to strong. AND I will NEVER in my life open that closet door again, E.V.E.R!
C1...
Phone Message from C1 - "Mom, I need you to call me as soon as you can, I really need to talk to you about something serious."
My initial thought:
Reluctantly I call him back....
Me: "What's wrong?"
C1: "I really need to talk to you about something serious."
Me: "Well just spit it out."
C1: "Well you know M and I are talking about moving in together, and I wanted to know how you feel about that?"
Me: "Son you're 26 years old, an adult making your own way, I don't think my opinion really counts."
C1: "But I want to know what you and Dad think about her? About us?"
Me: "We like her just fine, she's a sweet girl, but it's not us that will be living with her."
C1 "I really think that I want to spend the rest of my life with her. We've talked about a future together."
Me: "Uh, um, uh, I think that's wonderful for you."
C1: "I love her Mom, I bet you never thought you'd hear me say that."
Me: "Actually, no I never did. I tell people all the time I will never have a daughter in law or grandchildren. I've kind of came to terms with that."
C1: "She wants kids, a couple of them at least. But am I too young to feel this way?"
Me: "You aren't too young to feel this way, but you are too young to start having babies. You should wait AT LEAST 4 years."
C1: "I agree, but why 4 years?"
Me: "Obviously you forgot what I told you many years ago. You make me a grandmother before I'm 50, I'll have to whack it off!"
C1: "GAWD MOM! I tell you I'm in love for the first time ever and you threaten to whack it off?"
Me: "There are rules son. You KNOW the Diva rules. These rules can't be broken..."
C1: "I was expecting something more like, congratulations."
Me: "Did aliens take over your brain child? This is your mother you're talking to."
C2...
Text message to Hubby: "Wow Dad, today was the greatest day ever! It reminded me why I love this job and working with you! Love you Man!"
Text from Kat to C2: "Wow, I don't ever get such loving texts from you?"
Text from C2 to Kat: "Who is this?"
Hmmm...
C3...
Upon getting in the car after football practice...
C3: "Mom, I've decided what I want to do. I'm moving to California!"
Me: "Hmmm... Don't let the doorknob hit you in the ass on your way out."
C3: "GAWD Mom, not today! When you cut me off the payroll..."
Me: "That could be accomplished sooner than you think..."
Today was the first day for C3 at the high school. I can't tell you the mixed emotions that come with his entering his sophomore year. I can tell you that I cried like a baby when I dropped MY BABY off at the front door of the school. All this time I've been saying that I'm almost done with so much bravo, it was/is all a facade. I'm depressed as hell...
However in his good child/humor the hormonal mother spirit he allowed me to take the annual 'First Day of School' shot - ain't he adorable?
He even let me take a self portrait, he's such an angel...
God I love this kid!
So tonight I did something I swore I wouldn't do again. It all has to do with my big mouth and my tendency to not be able to shut it... Last week I went to the football booster club meeting, because we want to support our school, our football team and our son. There were only about 10 parents there but I figured it was because school hadn't officially started. Several requests for volunteers were made and I held my ground and dug my heels in and refused eye contact with anyone. I've done my time with the first two, it's time for the young folks to get involved...
I drug Hubby with me tonight assuming that there would be MORE of a crowd and I didn't want to go alone. With Hubby, there were a total of 13 parents there. Thirteen friggin parents with a total roster of 178 football players - wtf?
I sat and listened to the poor President stammer on and on as she made more requests for volunteers and then told us all the things we could NOT do because of the lack of funds. You know football is a big thing here in Texas and all the schools have these elaborate tunnels/helmets that the Varsity team runs through at the beginning of the game. Our school's helmet bit the dust apparently 4 years ago and all we have left is the tunnel that is on it's last leg. To get a new one the booster club needed $6000 and had secured a sponsor for $3000 but couldn't come up with the other half, so, no new tunnel... Wow, 178 football players and they can't get any of the parents to help raise money or commit to spending $35 per player to buy this? wtf?
Before I could even slap myself silly, my hand was raised and I asked one simple question - Where the hell are all the parents? After a long discussion and tears from the President I found that I had nominated and ELECTED myself to the Membership Chairman position and committed to writing a letter and mailing it to the parents of these 178 boys. wtf?
I really wish there was a button that I could push that stops me from getting on my soapbox and opening my mouth before my foot gets stuck in it...

Got me another email from the Prez today. I actually can call him that since we have become quite the email pals lately. Well actually we're not quite pals since he sends me his shit 'canned' emails but doesn't seem to want to reply to my questions or observations...
Don't understand it really, I mean just because I called him a bold face liar and said that he must not have been a very good lawyer since he seems so unfamiliar with the law... Anyway, our friendship doesn't really matter, what matter is the truth, right? Apparently not so much, since I don't seem to be getting through to him in our little email matching game, but admittedly he is a busy man. I guess you'll know if my blogging just disappears that the secret service dudes showed up at my office to cart me away (did you really think I'd give him MY home email address? Geez...)
Today his emails was to blast us 'nay-sayers' that are spreading misinformation and using scare tactics, and I quote,
"Over the next month there is going to be an avalanche of misinformation and scare tactics from those seeking to perpetuate the status quo. But we know the cost of doing nothing is too high. Health care costs will double over the next decade, millions more will become uninsured, and state and local governments will go bankrupt. "
Really, misinformation and scare tactics, you don't say? Dude, I think the majority of misinformation and scare tactics are coming from your camp. I'm just sayin...
So here is the outline of his agenda, to which I have added my comments in red (you know just based on my over 20 years in the insurance field as a licensed agent that must take 40 hours of CE every two years and all)...
THE SECURITY YOU GET from health insurance reform:
If you are as worried as I am regarding this health reform bill that the Prez is trying to stuff down our throats, Please contract your local senator or congressman and tell then to STOP THIS FRICKIN MADNESS before it's too late!
*FREE - don't let this misinformation fool you, this will not be free! Not only will this cost you in premium dollars but it will cost you in tax dollars. It will also still have a deductible and co-insurance percentage that you will pay out of pocket...
Woo Hoo!
This is my 100th post on Blogger!
Woo Hoo!
Back in my Spaces days, it did not take me half as long to get to this point! But through the years (which BTW was a Kenny Rogers song way back when, actually sung at my wedding over twenty something years ago, which BTW still makes me want to vomit in my mouth, the song, not the wedding, geez people) I have started slacking on my blogging.
I don't know why exactly, I could lie and say it was because I am such an important and busy person, but that's probably not it. Best guess, I got lazy and tons of my blog buddies disappeared. WTF People? When you have no reason to go blog walking because nobody is blog writing... well then you start slacking. I'm just sayin...
But, here on blogger, it looks like we finally made it (okay, another cheesy song, but it's my theme song for Hubby and I, so go ahead and vomit...)!
100 entries - woo hoo - just trying to make it special!
Back in the day when I started blogging, it was easier to come up with something to write about because C1 and C2 were in college and full of stupid shit to share. They've gotten a little boring here lately I must admit. C3 is obviously entering a new phase in life by moving over to the 'big' high school and turning 16 in September which might give me some new material, but between you and me, I pray NOT. My best guess is that you are probably as sick of hearing about menopause as I am of suffering through it. My job is pretty stale at the moment besides the fact I don't know how long that will last if Obama sticks a fork in me. So I guess you might be stuck with just plain ol' boring me for 100 or so more entries?
I'll try to keep it interesting, though I can make any promises. I'll also try to get off my current step stool on Health Care Reform, for today...
I will leave you with a little something that C3 likes to torment hubby and I with, until we are are pulling our hair out, screaming and begging him to turn it off... Enjoy:
Now, ain't that special...
Just in case some of you received an email from our President today and just in case you plan on tuning in tonight to listen to his press conference, I just wanted to set the record straight on one simple point.
In his email he states, "It will limit your own out of pocket costs and prevent your insurance company from dropping your coverage if you get too sick."
BY LAW, insurance companies CAN NOT drop your coverage if you get too sick. Sadly, he does not know this law nor have his advisors educated him on this law, which makes this health care reform bill even scarier to me.
I probably will end up in jail because I was so enraged that the leader of our country was either not aware of this law OR just decided to blatantly lie to scare the American public, that I sent an email to him... So just in case you don't hear from me again...
PS - If you would like a copy of the letter please let me know and I will be happy to email it to you in it's full glory, typo and all...