Let’s start with one of my fav shows, DWTS.  It’s no secret I harbor a deep, pure love for Kurt Warner.  I have pictures of him taped up in various places…at work…on my computer desk…at one time I had one on the refrigerator with the ones of my kids.(my husband made me take down the one on the fridge)  I think he is something special.  While the athletes on the show generally do really well, you can tell he isn’t a “dancer”, he’s a quarterback, but he is so charming that I can’t take my eyes off him on the dance floor.  He’s got Anna the grumpy Russian (her words, not mine) as a partner and I like her as well.  SIDEBAR:  She was also Chuck Liddell’s partner a few seasons ago and I kinda have the hots for him too!)  I think Kurt’s doing pretty good and I hope he and Bristol the Pistol stay on a while because frankly, they are the only two I really like.  I like the Disney kid too, but I don’t really care much about him.  The Situation….I think not.  Talk about over exposure.  Enough already! 

Okay, what’s the next subject….crazy women at Walmart….so there I was yesterday, cruising the very back aisle at WM , looking at the cute baby clothes they have out now, and BTW…where was the cute camo footed baby coats 10 years ago when I had to choose between baby blue and yellow..when I hear this woman talking as loudly as she possible can without screaming, to another women standing there perusing the books.  My first reaction was to just ignore her, but as I was going there myself to pickup the newest edition of  the Diary of a Wimpy Kid book for my son, it was extremely hard to ignore someone speaking through a megaphone.  (not really, but it was loud!)  She was being really ugly and mean to the one looking at the books but was standing like 20 feet away, and I was in between them.  Come to find out, the younger one looking at books was evidentially mentally handicapped and the Loud One was trying to convince her to leave by threatening to get the WM Security to escort her out to the car.  The Young One looked genuinely scared to death of the Loud One, and I was starting to get a bit concerned for her safety.  After figuring out in 5 seconds that the new Wimpy Kid book wasn’t there, I stayed put to observe this little scene.  Finally, a WM security person or for all I know it was a checker, came and told the girl that if she came with her “aunt” then she had to leave with her “aunt”.  The Loud One ran off to check out, leaving her “niece” with the WM person and about 5 people came up and told her how mean she was being to her niece.  SHe finally took her up front to the registers to wait for The Loud one to finish, but this scene stuck with me all nite, as well today and I can’t shake the feeling that I should have reported this.  I felt so sorry for the Young One that she was stuck with someone like that as a caretaker.  How does someone live with themselves  treating  a handicapped person, a family member at that, that way.  I felt like I was on 20/20 What Would You DO, and I think I failed.  I decided by the time I got out to the car, that if I ever witnessed something like that again, I am just going to call 911.  Maybe it was nothing, but maybe this poor girl is abused and I didn’t do anything to stop it.  Never again.

Okay, on to School Politics….my daughter is a Jr in High School this year in a very small town.  I’ve mostly lived in small towns my whole life so I know how things work.  My kids have gone to the same school since KG, and things haven’t changed much since then.  Their school used to be a really nice place with caring teachers and coaches, and a community that rallied the sports teams and such.   The community hasn’t changes much but the school has gone down hill fast.  Cat has always been involved in one or more sports programs each year since 7th grade, and if do say so, she’s quite the athlete.  That doesn’t mean I think she’s the superstar of each and every game, nor do I think she deserves more game time than others, but I do think that all the children should be treated equally, no matter who their parents are.  But instead of being treated fairly, some kids are basically cut down because of a kiss ass coach.  So worried about keeping a job, because our school keeps running off all the good teachers and coaches, she’s more focused on kissing ass than coaching kids.  SHe’s focused on 3 particular kids who are by all means, great athletes too, but have recently grown what we like to call in my family growing up, the big head.  They don’t have to work as hard as the others, because they know they are guaranteed a starting spot on the team no matter what, because the coach thinks that by kissing the asses of these parents, she just might get her contract renewed for next year.  Doesn’t matter that we have been losing, or that the girls have started turning on each other DURING the games.  Doesn’ t matter that she isn’t smart enough to figure out that a team full of teenage girls needs someone to step in and let them know that the jealousy and bitchiness won’t be tolerated.  THese are girls….they are bitches.  What do you get when you have 12 bitches together non stop every day of the week??  Hurt feelings, fights, constant bickering and competition for attention.  It’s just how we girls are…(this never happens with boys)  So while they are competing against each other, the other team is kicking our asses!   I’m no coach, but I was an athlete in school, as well as been involved in my daughter’s sports  since she was 10.  I know what to expect from a coach and I have raised my daughter to understand that a coach has to be hard on their athletes to get the best from them.  But to single out one or two kids and scream and yell and withhold playing time from them tends to beat down a kid.  THey start doubting themselves and their abilities as an athlete and take all the fun out of it.   It also influences the other girls on the team to treat these few just like the coach is treating them.  Being a coach doesn’t give someone the right to be a bully.  Boo to you coach, here’s to hoping I won’t see you next year. 

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anyway, back to my thought, I was cruising the EW site today and wanted to see who got kicked of DWTS, and I saw an article one of their contributors wrote about Kate Gosselin.  The article itself wasn’t too flattering, but it wasn’t awful.  What was the worst was the comment section down below…..wow wee!  THey were laying into ol Kate big time!  You wouldn’t believe how much people hate her…I don’t get it.  Really.  I don’t get why so many people hate her!  So she’s pushy, bossy and kinda a loud mouth…who isn’t?  So she talked to her now ex husband like he was one of the kids…who doesn’t every once in while(even if its not within earshot or out loud at all!)  So she did a reality show.  Who gives a crap!!?? I don’t care if that family makes its living by letting America see carefully edited hour slots of their everyday life!  Personally, I watched the show and thought it was pretty cute!  (That Aidan is a doll with his little glasses!!)   I don’t resent her for doing what needs done to provide for children.  I actually read her book, the first one, I don’t remember the name, but all the same, I think I understand why she’s like she is about some things.  I think she is probably a naturally abrasive person and while that would wear on my nerves if I spent a lot of time with her… I don’t.  And neither do any one of those commenters…so how do they know she’s the spawn of satan?  How do they know she’s OCD or anything else for that matter.  How do they know she’d sell her kids to be on TV?  How do they know she  alienates everyone she knew?  By reading tabloids and snarky comments on the EW site?    Not to mention that all this was under the comment section of a DWTS article, so they were ripping into her about her dancing..but I won’t start on that subject just yet…saving that nugget for later!

Kate Gosselin may be a lot of things, but I truly believe that she is a good mother and loves her kids.  People who write about any celebrity, the horrible things  like I saw today, should be ashamed of themselves.   I know everyone is entitled to an opinion, and I agree with that notion, but I don’t agree with wishing a mother of eight small children  a violent and painful death.  I sure hate to think what people would say about me if my daily life was broadcast out on TV.  Especially during PMS. 

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SO,   here I am…what’s new with me…well, my sweet little daughter, Cat,  started drivers education last week.  She has classes Mon-Thurs. for a month.   She already has her permit after 3 days of drivers ed…( does that sound right to anyone?????  A permit to drive after 6 measly hours of training???)  Hubby and I  have taken her lots during the last year, driving the back roads to and around our house.  She’s has some practice, but 6 hours just doesn’t seem to be enough training for a permit.

Anyway…. so she’s off to learn to operate a thousands of pounds worth of metal, glass and steel…but at least by softball time next year, she can drive herself and my days of sitting out behind the high school waiting for her to get off the bus after games, and sitting in my car at the ballpark waiting for practice to end(which ALWAYS ran over by AT LEAST 30 mins) is over.  That part makes me deliriously happy!     I mean, I can’t tell you how happy…I also can’t tell you how  many hours of my life I lost  sitting in my car waiting on her.  Not her fault, but still…now I don’t have to…well I will for Volleyball season next year, and part of softball, but come end of March…I AM FREE!!!  WOO HOO!

well, I guess that’s it for this week…until later!

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He takes great pics..see prior post ” doesn’t it look like my dog is smiling“.  He is just all around, the best.  He is just like one of the family and most times I talk to him just like I do my kids.   So, my sweet, sweet, sassy sister suggested that he should have his own blog.  I thought this over and wasn’t sure.  I mean, what could he possibly have to write about.  Here I am, a full time working mom with lots of interesting stuff going on around me, can harldy find anything good to write about, so what the hell will my dog blog about???

Well, he now has his own blog, so I guess we will see….come on give him a chance…he’s pretty funny…

www.milosbark.wordpress.com

I love that everyone is talking about this today.  Last year’s winner was David Cook and I really like him, (and he was great last nite!) but I don’t ever remember there being this much chat about AI being rigged or  a contestant being ripped off.   I mean, people are acting like Kris couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, or something.   You’d think that “Norman Gentle”  walked off with the title and trophy….  Some may like all that screaming and screeching…not me!  It wasn’t about his lifestyle, or the way he looked.  It was his singing style I didn’t care for.  When he sang without all the dramatics, it was good.  But then,  he had to pull out the screaming, and that creepy stare into the camera.   I call it,  “Constantine Eyes”. (You’d have to have watched AI  a few years ago…and if you did, you know what I mean!!!)For those who didn’t, Constantine was a contestant that had this creepy way of staring down and following  the camera with “sexy eyes” and pouty lips…It was gross and a bit creepy…  I gotta say, Adam is a bit worse than Constantine…That’s right, I said it. 

Its not that I deny he has some kind of talent.  He does.  Like I said, when he quits with the dramatic, he’s pretty damn good.   But every song isn’t meant to be screamed and made into some  creepy Marilyn Manson song.  I love originality.  I like that the contestants are have been challenged to change up the songs and make them their own.   But every song doesn’t have to be so different that you can’t make out what the original was.   He just wasn’t my style, and apparently he wasn’t alot of America’s style.  He was too over the top for me and I am so glad Kris won.  I won’t be buying that AI song they are making him sing, but I can’t wait for his to make a real album.  

take a look below and tell me these two don’t both have the same look in their eyes…Creepies!!!

I have people I am friendly with.  People who I know, work with..see at the various sports and school functions.   But when I decided that I wanted to go see a movie last Friday, (Angels & Demons)  I thought about going with someone…but there wasn’t anyone to go with me.  HOW SAD!!! 

I have been super excited to see this movie ever since I read the book a few years ago…and I recently re read it to be all caught up on it.  Sat morning got me thinking about going to see it.  But I would have had to go all by myself.  Not that it bothers me to do so, most of the time, but it just got me thinking, how I don’t have anyone I could’ve called to go with me.  No one.  I don’t have any friends in which to take to the movies with me.

I got so depressed and down about this thought, that I never went to the movies this weekend.  I just stayed in and read a book in bed. 

Now, I believe that this situation might be my fault.  I have lived most of my adult life, with my eyes on the prize…5pm…end of the workday.  I love to go home, put on my Spongebob pajama pants and relax.  Cook a little dinner, help with some homework, do a little laundry.  Then I get to watch some TV..one of my various shows that I record every week.  My weekends are spent doing my household chores, or mostly just being lazy.  I like laying around and relaxing on a Saturday.   I like just being home with my kids and husband.  I like going out, too.  But we seldom have the money to do that much and my husband isn’t much of an “out person” .  I am ok with that, but pretty soon, my kids won’t be there on weekends.  They will be out with friends of their own.  And then I will be alone with my husband.  Don’t get me wrong…I like being with my husband.  But he has his own interests that I don’t care to do.. No UFC fighting for me…and I don’t want to go out and kill anything….(snakes, hogs, deer, fish)  I need my own life.  One that doesn’t revolve around kids and schoolwork and laundry. 
This is my fault!!!  I know it is…So, starting now, I am going to start doing some things for myself.  I am going to see my movie.  maybe this Friday.  I did take off for a vacation day,  I could sleep in, make sure everything is held down at the fort, and take off to the movies all by myself. 

This doesn’t solve my no-friends issue, but at least its a start to doing something for me…and just me.  I might even buy me some new shoes….

I gotta say, that excites me more than the movie!!!   I so love shoes!!!

So, I’ve been Facebooking….  Not to be confused with scrapbooking, which I don’t care too much for.   Face book, I like…except I have the slowest computer ever and it takes forever to do anything on the damn thing.   I got timed out when I was downloading a pic to my profile.  It took so long, that Facebook thought I had left.    Anyway, I am really enjoying it…I have something like 37 friends, and that’s pretty good for me.  High school friends, Jrhigh friends,  and family.  I could have a whole lot more, but I chose not to add every single person I went to high school with.   I mean, I don’t need all there crap cluttering up my Facebook  home page.  I already have too much on there anyway.   I had to hide some of the places and things I became a “fan” of…

  I admit, I am still learning…I don’t have any music on there…and I haven’t joined a mafia or bought a farm.  I am not sure, I can maintain all that….I am a little worried that all my friends are about to get mad at me already, for sending all the drinks to them from Happy Hour.   I have taken some quizes.  Found out my Old Lady Name is Myrtle.   Posted the top five posters on my wall as a kid(#1 Johnny Depp, 21 Jump Street,/#2Poison/#3Def Lepard/#4INXS/#5 Hang in there Kitty!),  and I also found out what my birth number means….(I can’t remember what it means but its a  6).

There is so much to do on there.  I never knew…I registered a long time ago, just to keep tabs on my teenage daughter’s profile, and never been on there…since last week, I have added pics, caught up withold friends, chatted with someone I have talked to since 7th grade…its amazing!   I never thought I would talk to some of these people.   I get to talk to my brother, and sister alot, and my little brother’s wife.  I haven’t looked for my other bro’s wife yet.  To be honest, I am alittle afraid I might find something I don’t want to know about…(My little brother married an  18 year old named Starla….yes, Starla….) I am pretty sure that’s a stripper name if I ever heard one…no offense to anyone named Starla..she’s probably a nice girl..I wouldn’t know.  I have never met her.  They got married without telling anyone, including the parents, and kept it a secret for a while.   So, surely there isn’t anything I wouldn’t  approve of on her Facebook.    Anyway, I kinda went on a rant there, sorry! 

gotta go.

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BFFs 4EVER!!

My sweet sweet sister Sassy told me yesterday that she had found my long lost BFF from 7th grade.  See, Sassy graduated high school when I was in 7th grade, and we moved that summer.  My dad was  waiting for Sassy to graduate and then we were off…from the place I went to school from 4th grade until 7th. 

  7th grade was great.  We lived in a really small town and Jr High and High School were bussed into a big school system with about 7 other small towns…I had some great friends, but when I think back to that time, only one makes me giggle like a 7th grader.  

Her name was…well, I’m not telling you her real name.  We’ll just call her Queen.   So, Queen and I  were at one time inseparable.  7th grade is full of new people, kissing boys, switching classes, hallways,   and sleep overs.   This is what I remember about me and Queen…

*we used to play hours and hours of super mario bros..(nintendo was new) 

*we tried to make homemade cigs one time out of dead grass, cotton and notebook paper, sealed with that clear elmers glue.(not good but they burned like a cig)

*we set our divorced parents up on date, which I still feel bad for, because you know, deep down, I knew , that my dad, bless his heart, just wasn’t right for her sweet, softspoken, beautiful mom…(my dad asked her to pull his finger on the first date…I rest my case)

*I  slow danced with a boy for the first time at her 13th bday party, and then got dumped by the same boy, that very nite for another female party guest….His name I will tell you…Andy…what a jerk!!!  

*we used to sneak out of her bedroom window, and not even leave her yard??  I don’t know why!!  We also snuck out of my house and just hang out in the back yard…again, I don’t know why..oh yeah!   it was to smoke the home made cigs!!!

*for my 13th bday at my party she gave me one of my most charished gifts.  A large bottle of blue Verve body spray/perfume.  Now this one doesn’t seem like much, but when I was 12-13, we were dirt poor.  Not just middle class…like really poor.  I so wanted that perfume and then she remembered and got it for me…This was like gold to me…(I had smelled it at Mervyns and knew we could never afford it.  I never even asked for it, but Queen had some and I spent alot of time over at her house and she always let me have some.)

*lastly, this was the only friend at this age, that I never ever remember  talking behind my back.  At 13 that’s incredible.  I never talked behind hers either… she even jumped down that stupid Andy kid’s throat and asked him and the little hussy he dumped me for,to leave her party all those years ago…

She was great…she always had this kinda bohemian vibe to her,  and I always thought that she was just so cool…she went her own path, and I think she’s still like that..we haven’t really had the chance yet to catch up…I’m so excited!!!!

She lives really far away, so there’s no chance for us to see each other, but  we got connected again… thanks to facebook and Sassy….