Kids say...

Last week two of Jeremy's aunts drove down from PA and VA for a week long visit. The two of them, along with my in-laws, had a grand old time hanging out and shopping for souvenirs at the Wal-mart. Can you tell that their visits don't happen very often?

Anyway, you know when you get together with someone that has a great sense of humor? How something can start and turn into something else and the whole thing can carry on all day long? Well, something like that happened which ended with Aunt Lisa buying my Mother-in-law two pair of neon colored thong underwear. Don't ask! Because I don't know. Probably one of those 'you had to be there' moments. I LOVE those moments.

So last Wednesday, when we were out there for dinner, my Mother-in-law still had the underwear out (still on the hanger with the tags on) and my 7-year-old nephew picks them up and shows them to me. He turns them to the back and says 'Look at these' and I was all 'yeah..isn't that funny' and he says 'These things are going to get lost in Nanny's butt!'

Everyone bust out laughing, even my Mother-in-law. I love that kid!

Wordless Wednesday

Busy Busy Busy

I keep meaning to post but then the day gets away from me and before I know it..it's 10:00. I've been in training for the last two weeks, which even if it were JUST training my brain would still be a mushy mass inside my head preventing me from coming up with anything worth posting. But it wasn't JUST training, oh no. We also had required OT for the other work that wasn't getting done because everyone is in training. So, with the ten hour days and my brain having to do gear shifts while going 100mph...left me with nothing at the end of the day.

Throw in family visiting from out of town on both sides of the family. And helping my sister pack up her room to move into her first apartment..five hours away (and that move isn't for another two weeks..thank goodness). It's a wonder I can put two words together right now.

So, busy...that's me. And this week...month...REST OF THE YEAR, looks like its shaping up to be more of the same.

Ten hour work days are still a go and probably will be for the rest of the year. Can't complain about the extra money, but it doesn't leave me a lot of time in the evenings for much of anything other than eat, walk the dogs, watch a show, and go to bed.

My nephew is turning seven (I think, dang that's awful) on Saturday. And it was my bright idea to take him to Wal-mart and set him loose with $50. That will probably happen on Friday.

Thanksgiving is right around the corner. I get two days off work...thank goodness. But then that weekend I'm off to Dallas to help my sister move all her stuff up to her brand new THIRD FLOOR apartment...Oy Vey.

And then two weekends after that my sister and I are meeting in Austin for a Post Secrets event. Never heard of Post Secrets? Well check it out right here. While there I'll get to visit my friend Jennifer and see her new house. And also love on my cousin's baby, Cohen. He pooped on my sister...love him. lol.

Weekend after that is my family's Christmas. People are flying in from way up north. AND my cousin is graduating with her Master's degree. Go Briana, Go Briana!

And then it's Christmas, which is when we will do all of our other Christmas's. Good thing about THIS is that I will be off for one blessed week. I will be off starting the Thursday before Christmas and then I don't have to be back to work until Monday, Jan.4. Ok, so a little longer than a week but I totally deserve it.

This is what I think about NaBloPoMo right now..

There goes the neighborhood

Screeching tires is not something you want to wake up to and 1:30 in the morning. But that's what I was hearing this morning as my husband leaped out of bed to look out the window. 'What the hell was that?', he said as he hurried out of the bedroom to check it out. I hadn't bothered to get up..not yet anyways. I heard the front door open and screen door slam and I waited..and listened. When he didn't come back in I started to worry just a little. I propped myself up in bed peering down the hallway. Please tell me someone didn't steal our car...that's what I was thinking. When he finally came back inside he wasn't cussing. I took that as a very good sign and laid back down. He came into the room and turned on the light. 'AAAgghhh, what's going on?' I exclaimed as I threw my hands over my eyes. He didn't even warn me! He was searching for a shirt to put on as he sort of mumbled something about a hit and run and someone chasing down someone else. And then he was out the front door again. What the....

I laid there for a few minutes in the dark...he was nice enough to turn the light back out before leaving again. But then I started thinking about some drunk crazy person being out there with my boxer wearing husband so I got up to peek out the window. There was a truck in the middle of our street with the driver side door open, but no one was in it. I also saw that there were other neighbors outside. Ok, so I didn't have to worry about him being out there all alone with a drunk crazy person. I got back in bed and laid there in the dark some more. I hear muffled voices and I hear more cars driving down our street. I get back up and look out the window again. I see a cop car show up, and then another, and then ANOTHER. There is now a nice little group of neighbors hanging out in the street, including my boxer wearing husband. I see a police officer bang on the door of our next door neighbors. I don't wait to see if anyone answers. Back to the street, police officer one is examining the truck while police number two is looking at another vehicle..a sports car parked in front of the next door neighbors house. They are new to the street, college kids. And they've already had a few rowdy parties so I got back into bed thinking it was one of their drunk friends.

About an hour later my husband comes back inside and gets back in bad. 'What happened?', I ask him. It turns out that there was a party at a house down the street...the kids are underage as far as I know. The truck was driven by someone leaving this party, they found an opened and half full can of beer inside, which came down the street and slammed into the sports car. The truck hit the little car so hard that it busted the front axle, making it undrivable...so the driver ditched it. Just left the driver door wide open and took off down the street. That's who my husband saw running away when he first looked out the window. There was another truck parked in front of the sports car and thank goodness, because if it hadn't been there the sports car would have been in our front yard.

The police ran the plates and called the owners, who have a teenager but claims he was home all night (sure) and that the truck had been stolen...except they never reported it stolen. Uh-huh. And this use to be such a nice quiet street.

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Yay for snack time!

Are you eyeballin' me, Rooster?

Two pretty girls

Cheese!

He wants to play board games...how refreshing.

Alright, alright..I get it. I'm already a bad mamma jama.

Now let me get this straight, Jinny: You want things that you don't yet have, people in your life who you don't yet know, and events to take place that haven't yet occurred, so that once these "things" come to pass you'll feel happy, confident, and fulfilled; accomplished, desired, and appreciated; treasured, adored, and like one bad mamma jama, a beautiful sight to see?

But... wasn't that your rationale for all the other stuff you wanted, that you now have?

Whooohoooooooo!
The Universe