it's a 'burg thing

Closing

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 14:33:00 +0000

The parent company that owns all our stores are selling out.
According to the letter mailed to me, I will no longer be employed by them on or before Feb 13.
As one of my co-workers said-Merry effing Christmas...

This is all I need!!!

Observations

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 13:39:00 +0000

What ever happened to the promises of yesterday and tomorrow?
What has happened to the promise of today?
What ever happened to forever?
How long is forever anyways?

What has happened to the rainbows after the storms?
What ever happened to the carefree days of splashing joyously through the puddles?
What has happened to the promise of the future?

Why can't I go back to in time?
Why can't I see what is happening?
Why can't I fix it and make it go away?

Why does love have to hurt?
Why does it leave such an empty void?
Why do I feel so lost?

Why am I left to pick up all the broken pieces?
Can I fix it?
Do I want to?

If I could touch the dark clouds
would they go away?
Should I be dancing in the rain?

If I went to sleep
and woke up again
would things be
the same?
Do I want them to be?

How do I get from here to there?

Will I ever find the answers?

Yesterday and Today

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 01:55:00 +0000

This summer when my brother was here
we recreated a picture of the four of us
that my mother had taken back
when we were kids.
My baby brother was four!
I was about nine.

We stood in the same spot in my mother's yard
in front of the same bird feeder
with my older brother in back
my sister and I in front of him
and my little brother in front of us.

When we got our pictures back
it was really interesting.
In the old picture
I had my hair pulled back.
In the new picture, I had my hair pulled back.
In the old picture, I was wearing sandals.
In the new picture I was too.

My sister had bangs in the old picture.
She has bangs in the new one.
She wore gymshoes in the old one.
Gymshoes in the new one.

My brothers looked about the same
only older.
My little brother is over six feet tall
so in order for him to be in the same
spot he was in the first picture
he had to kneel down.
My older brother stands behind us
as our leader and protecter in both
pictures.

We had a lot of fun
that day this summer
renewing old memories
the four of us
together again.

Insane

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:03:00 +0000

I want someone who won't care that I never wear shoes in the summer, that I am incapable of staying still, that I can't grasp the concept of cleaning & I refuse to be ladylike. Someone who realizes that half the decisions I make, I'll regret, & I have the right to overreact at any given moment. I want someone who knows I am completely insane and wouldn't want me any other way....

I found this somewhere on the 'net.

Stop the World...I want to get off!

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:24:00 +0000

So I get up
and pour myself a cup of coffee.
I had been asleep
for about two hours
and needed to wake up
so we could go eat.

As I was sitting at the table
I said
Remind me to start my laundry
when we get home.
I need work clothes for tomorrow.

He says
Get your stuff together
and start it now
and put it in the dryer when we get home.

Call me crazy,
but I all I wanted to do
was set down
wake up
drink my coffee in peace.

Like I said
I was exhausted.
I figured I would have
more energy
if I just had coffee
went and ate
and then came home
to do laundry.

On top of that
I had reached my limit
of being interrupted
every single time
I wanted to just set
and gather energy.

So we went back and forth
because he just can't seem
to understand me at all.

My whole point was
I am screaming at him
is to set down and have
a cup of coffee without
interruption for once!

His theory was that if
I was tired now
I would be more tired later
and so start the laundry now.

Don't argue with me
ever
when I am
on the brink
of exhaustion.

I do not tire easily
and it is not often
I get this way.

So dinner out was canceled
and I started laundry
and went over to OS
to let the dog out.

I was pissed and came back
and told him
I wasn't going to the city
with him on Monday.

I wanted that time off work
to myself.
Monday morning rolls around
and I got up about 8:30.

Fifteen minutes later,
the phone rings.

It was my mom.

She had been having back problems
and she kept getting
muscle spasms.
I got dressed
drove to Mom's
called her chiroprator
no luck there
called her regular doctor
to ask him to phone in
a prescription to the pharmacy
drove down and picked that up
came back, fixed lunch
and stayed until 6:30
when my sister came
to stay with mom.

As it was
she did have
an appointment with
the chiropractor on Wed.
So I called my boss,
asked her to trade my hours
or give them away for Wed.
so I could take her to get
her back taken care of.

I worked Tuesday all day
took Mom to the back doctor Wed,
took her out for lunch,
and went back to her house.
She napped while I vacuumed,
swept, and did a few dishes.
She got up about 4,
so I asked her if she
had stuff to make apple crisp.
She did.
So I made a double batch of that
cuz I knew my sister would be over
and more than likely my neice,
and hey!
I was coming back on Friday
so maybe there would be some left!

Her back is quite a bit better,
and she has been instructed by
her daughters
to take it easy.
She has one more appointment
on Friday
and I told her I would take her.

Meanwhile, last night
I was eating a cookie
and my tooth
broke in half.
Thank goodness it was a back tooth
on the inside.

You see what I mean?
Maximus Overloadme?

If you happen to see
some crazy lady
with wild hair
running down the street
with her arms flailing
well,
not to worry!
Itisi.

Stop the World....

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:52:00 +0000

Lately I have been on Maximus Overloadme.
In the last three weeks,
I have gone from working 24 hours a week
to working over 40 for two weeks
and 50 for one week.
This week I started out with 30 and am down to 26.

And all I want to do is
take one whole day off without any obligations.
You see, that's the whole trouble.
I don't forsee anything
and am looking forward to a day off,
and then the phone rings.
With 8 grandchildren
and an 82 year old mother,
answering the phone is not an option.

The first week
it is was younger son.
Wanted a babysitter
so he could go to the Halloween thingie at DL.
Will I deny him?
Heck no!!
I could never afford
to take my kids when they were younger
and it sounded like the coolest thing!
In fact,
if I wasn't babysetting
and I knew someone was going,
I would have gone myself!
So I babysat and of course,
took care of their dog too.
She always comes with the kids
cuz she is bad if she is left alone.

The following Monday,
I dog sat for them
while they went to GF's dad's
to put plastic on the house for the winter.
Only thing is,
they forgot to pick up the dog.
They were trying to get the house done
before Magill got home from school,
and in their hurry they forgot to pick up the dog.
Not much of a biggie there.
'Cept I had to listen
to him bitch about how could they forget the dog,
next thing you know they will forget their kids, blah, blah, blah...
I know for a fact there is not a chance they would do that.

Then last Tuesday, the phone at work is for me.
OS.
Can you run gas money
down to GF so she can get to work?
Her vehicle was running rough
and used more gas than she expected,
so she was short,
but she could pay me back with her tips from the bar
later that evening. (She works two jobs.)
So I punched out for lunch
an hour after I got to work
and ran money down to her.
Hehehe...
he doesn't know about that one,
so I didn't have to listen to him.
And she did pay me back that night.

Friday, the phone rings at work.
It is for me.
YS.
I was trying to talk to Dad and he is being an asshole.
What about?
Everything.
What do you want?
We need a sitter for tonight cuz a bunch of us are going to a haunted house.
My friend got $3 off tickets and he is driving so it won't cost us any gas.

Well
By this time my ass is dragging.
I have worked my ass off
trying to get done on time
cuz I am tired of staying over
and I am just plain dog-ass tired anyhow
so I tell him I will call him back when I get home.

So I get home,
go round and round with him about babysetting and other stuff,
call YS back,
tell him to bring the kids,
bring diapers,
bring the pack and play for Codeman to sleep in.
This is when he tells me
the kids will have to spend the night,
cuz the people they are riding with are not coming back
from the city until Saturday.
Whatever.

By 4 p.m. the next afternoon
when they stopped to get the kids but not the dog,
I was exhausted.
The dog stayed (and by the way, is STILL here)
cuz they were going to Sis's
three hours away
cuz she was having a Halloween Party for everyone.

OS and family went also
so while they were gone
I had to let their dog in and out
to go to the bathroom.
He gave me the key to his house for this.

So anyhow,
by the time YS picked up his kids
I had renamed Codeman.
I call him White Lightning.
Because he has white blond hair
and travels the speed of lightning around the house.
I seriously think he is hyper-active.
I mean,
back and forth,
back and forth,
through the house,
from one thing to another
all day long.
The only thing he sat still for
was when the scanner was turned on.
He would sit on his Papa's lap
and stare at the lighted box on the shelf
and try to figure out how the thing talked.
It was kinda funny!

So when the grandkids left at 4,
I went to bed and took a nap.
He wakes me up
and asks me if I want to go after groceries,
which just means I follow him around the store while he buys groceries.
(Now, I KNOW what is wrong with this picture here,
you really don't need to tell me.)
No, I would rather sleep.
Okay.
An hour later,
he walks in and turns on the light.
Wake up
and let's go get something to eat
so we don't have to cook.
At this point,
I would much rather just sleep
until I have to get up for work the next day.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
I remind myself that I am indeed half-starved,
because the more stress I have in my life
the less I eat.
And the past three weeks
I really haven't eaten all that much.
I tell myself
to drag my weary overtired ass out of bed.
It would be nice to just go somewhere
and eat a leisurely meal
in peace and quiet.

Ha!
Like there is peace and quiet around here.
I should have stayed in bed......

to be continued...I have to get ready for work...

Mama's Gun

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 18:53:00 +0000

I am sooo in denial...

When I was a kid
and found out
that my mama
owned her own gun
I thought to myself that
it was the coolest thing
in the whole world!

I told myself
that someday
I would own Mama's gun.

So last night
while visiting my mom
we got to talking
about hunting and guns.
And gun repairs.

That is when she told me
that the .410 that she had
she gave to my brother.
My brother asked
if he could have her gun.
She said yes
but it needed repair.
So he took the gun
to a guy he knew
and the guy couldn't locate
a part, so he made one.
My brother has been using
the gun ever since.

I exclaimed
So that's where your gun is!
Poop!
I slammed my fist on the chair.
I wanted your gun!

My mom looked kind of suprised.
She said
she didn't know
I wanted her gun.

I laughed and said
Oh well!
At least it is in the good hands
of my little brother!

But on the way home
I had tears in my eyes.
And I told myself
not to be silly.
I certainly
wasn't angry
that my little brother
got mom's gun.
I didn't feel
any jealousy.
I was just being silly.
I was feeling bad
because I was way
overtired from working
45-50 hours a week
for the food show.
(That's a whole 'nother post!)
And to be honest
I never told my mom
that I wanted her gun
someday.

But, hey.
I feel like I lost something.
I guess I did.
I lost the dream
of owning my
Mama's gun.

Caught in the Breeze

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 18:55:00 +0000

I sit here in total darkness
With a soft breeze blowing
My favorite music playing in the background
Of my mind.

I feel as light as a feather
As I so very slowly
Begin to meld myself
With notes in the music
And I float through the air.

I am caught by the breeze
Invisible as such
Something you can feel
But not be able to touch
And vice versa...

I sneak into your room
Parting the window's curtains
Mingling with the blue swirling
Smoke of the sweet and spicy incense.

I ride the waves of the breeze
With unlimited freedom
Sprinkled with musical notes
Twinkling stars
Following the moonlight
Till I reach a shadow
Where I blend in completely,
Where a soft breeze is blowing
With my favorite music
Playing
In the background
Of my mind.

Glaze

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 20:16:00 +0000

I woke up this morning with something on my mind
that he had said a few days earlier.

What he said was
he wished I would get my own (health) insurance.
Actually he said I need to.
I am like WTF?

He had my last Dr. bill out
and was complaining what we still owed.
He knows my insurance isn't the greatest
and it only covers one Dr. visit a year
and then it only covers up to $75.
He knows why
I had to have two colonoscopies
in the last three years.

So I snapped
and said maybe it is just cheaper to get cancer then,
I don't know!
Then he said
he couldn't afford to get his eyes examined
and get new glasses now.
That stung!

And that
is what I woke up feeling bad about
and also feeling guilty.
(I know, I shouldn't feel guilty.)

He was gone,
so I took a look at the amount
in our (his) medical account statement.
We (he) has,
now hold on--get this,
$3,300 and some change left in there.

I am pissed!!!
Cuz like, last I knew,
the eye exam and glasses,
depending on what you get,
is around $250-$300.

When he gets home all sweet and nice to me
I tell him I mad at him.
Then I tell him why.

Now, I mentally prepared myself ahead of time:

Beware of a bullshit story.
Beware of him not directly answering a question,
other wise known as talking in circles.
Beware that somehow he will make it sound like
it is still all your fault.

So he started with
I didn't mean it.
And went to
and this is my favorite,
The less I use, the more rolls over into my retirement.

Then,
after seeing me standing there
with my hand on my hip
and glaring at him,
he went to
I thought your insurance would cover more.
Where I immediately pointed out
that he knew damn well it didn't.

And I went on to tell him
that what he said made me feel awful
and here I was feeling bad cuz
he said he couldn't afford glasses
cuz of my med bills!
And finished with
You know we have issues as it is,
so don't bullshit me.
You make me feel
like you don't want to support me at all!
You want me to get my own insurance?
Fine! I will!

There just happen to be
two full-time jobs listed in the paper
for office assistants.
I applied for both of them.
Mailed out my resume today.

I quit getting my hopes up
a long time ago
when it comes to applying for jobs,
but that won't keep me from still applying!

Marriage should be the frosting, not the glaze.

HB: EJ

Bittersweet

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 14:51:00 +0000

Where did the time go?!?
It is September already
so I guess that means that summer is over.
That always makes me sad in a way,
especially since this Summer the weather was all weirded out
and there were no lazy hazy crazy days like I am used to.

Last Saturday I had the honor
of attending the 101st birthday party held for my Great-Aunt.
It was a bitter-sweet occasion.
My daughter was able to drive out for the party
which I was thrilled about.

When we got to party headquarters
my GA was seated at the head of the table
with a beautiful corsage pinned to her blouse.
On the table in front of her
was a massive matching bouquet of roses in a lovely vase.
When my daughter greeted her
she asked her how she was feeling.
GA replied she felt like she was 100.
I said another words she is not feeling her age,
since she is 101!
Later, I asked GA how she was doing.
She said she was lazy.
We all laughed!

We ate, we took pictures,
we caught up with the Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins.
The party part was sweet.

The news of my Uncle,
who attended the party,
was not so sweet.
My Aunt told me
he has a cancerous tumor on his esophagus,
and the following Tuesday
he had to go to the Cancer Center
in a city two hours away.
It isn't good.
He didn't have this tumor two months ago
and now it is so big he can hardly swallow.
He is at home now on a feeding tube, etc., etc.

Now my Aunt is a retired RN.
She knows how serious his condition is.
I have to admire her.
She is also in charge of the care of GA.

So here she is putting on this party for GA
all the while knowing her husband has this cancer
and two days from the party,
both their lives will change
and harsh reality will set in for them.
But here she is,
acting like all is well,
being the perfect hostess.

I did get a chance to talk to her for a bit.
She said with a determination
that they will beat this cancer that my Uncle has!
She had redone the entire motor home this past Spring,
and they were going to use it!
No tears for her, just pure determination!

Meanwhile back in the 'burg,
in my own personal life,
he got his stitches out
and still has to go to therapy three times a week.
At least the therapy is local and not two hours away.
He does have to go back for a checkup at the end of the month.
I will go with him.
I told my mom it is worth the trip
just to see the handsome doctor he has!
I had to keep myself from drooling the last time,
with the handsome doctor standing before me
all golden brown with his summer tan!

Oh!
He can drive himself around now,
so I don't have to be his personal taxi anymore.
What a relief!

A couple weeks ago,
I applied for a full-time position.
I still haven't heard anything
and that is just another disappointment for me.
I need a full-time job!
Working part-time is for the birds,
but better than nothing.
It is just frustrating for me!

I haven't seen my camera
since GA's party
and I will be in BIG trouble
if I don't find it soon!
I hope I didn't leave it somewhere!

I better go for now.
I can hear the ferrets getting in the bathroom wastebasket
and they will have it all over the place if I don't go move it out of there!

Enough Already!

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 16:52:00 +0000

Just

Shoot me

Driving (me crazy)

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 02:39:00 +0000

It turns out I didn't end up in either place.
I didn't get a houseful of bees.
There was only one bee in the house the following morning.
I haven't seen a bee in the house since.

I did notice last Saturday that the bees that fly in and out of the outside part of the entry way were bringing something out.
I observed them through the screen door.
Every bee that flew in, would fly out with something.
Whatever it was, it appeared to bee some kind of gray colored matter.
My mom suggested maybe it was dead bees or possibly the baby bees.
And we still have that huge nest in the basement full of bees.

Today I managed to find a bee spray that goes on as a foam and says it will seal the bees in their nest.
I am not sure I believe it, but some guy at his work suggested it.
He has not used it yet.

Last Thursday he got his wrist operated on for carpel tunnel.
It is a long story.
Three years ago December, he got his hand caught in a hydraulic machine at his job.
After many visits, X-rays, nerve testing (twice) by two different doctors in two different cities, therapy, etc., and he was still getting pain.
All this time, the only thing they found out for sure was he had carpel tunnel, quite severe and they thought if they could operate, this might help relieve the pain.
They figure the injury aggravated the carpel tunnel.
So he is on comp for the next six weeks at least.
No peace and quiet for me. At all. Unless he takes a pain pill and falls asleep.
The real "joy" is that from last Thursday until the Dr. says, he cannot drive.

He has never liked my driving although I have been driving since I was twenty-one.
So I have to run him around for stuff.
So far, he has been pretty decent about it, although he still tells me when to stop, go, turn, slow down, etc., etc.
Like I am on a permit.
I bite my tongue and tell myself that this won't last forever.
How long he can't drive is up to the Dr.
He goes back on Monday.
I only hope I can keep my mouth shut for that long.

Bees (still)

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 23:45:00 +0000

Um...
Did I mention the bees are yellowjackets?

Uh...
And the nest has been found?
I told you they were Puerto Ricans!!
The nest is in the basement behind a divider wall
way up in the dark corner.
It measures about 18 inches longer and about a foot wide.

I suggested to him to call a bee guy.
But Mr. T---- Wad probably doesn't want to spend the money.
He says "he thinks" he can get them and the nest too.
With bee spray.
Uh huh.

I told him then he will have to wear long pants and socks and duck tape the pantlegs to the ankle.
Same with a long sleeve shirt duct taped at the wrist.
Tuck in shirt.
Wear his cameoflauged netting that goes over his face he uses for turkey hunting and a hat to cover his ears.

I have already decided to take the ferret cage outside so when the bees make their way upward to our living quarters they will not be sleeping with bees in their blankets.
Don't laugh!
I found a bee floating in the water of the fish tank tonight already!
And the tank is covered except for where the filter goes in.

So I figure
by the size of that bees nest
and the fact that
he won't call a bee guy
added to you all know
I am going to get a houseful
of bees,
well,
I figure by this time tomorrow night
I will either be in jail for murder,
or setting in a hospital room,
covered in bee stings!

A very Bezzzzy summer

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 19:41:00 +0000

First off, I would like to know
how National City Bank got my phone number.
Very weird.

We don't have a National City Bank
in our county or the next,
in fact,
I have never heard of them.

They weren't even looking for me or mine.
No, they called my house
and said
they were trying to get hold of my neighbor,*Lena*,
across the street.

Said they have been calling her
and calling her and no one answered the phone.
Could I write down this number
and give it to her and have her call them?

So I did.
Thinking HUH?
The woman across the street is 80 if she's a day,
so I thought, whatever,
maybe I should go over and see if everything is ok.
Which it was, thank goodness.

So I give her the number and the message
while both of us were scratching our heads
trying to figure out how NCB got my number.

And how did they know I was her neighbor?

Now down to the business of the summer.
Or should I say the beeznus of the summer.

That's right--BEES.
A shitload of yellow jackets
decided to set up camp
on my front porch.

And not just anywhere.
In the entry way part right where you need to bee :)
to open the front door.

Now anyone that knows me,
knows that I DO NOT LIKE BEES.
I can deal with a few here and there--
but they really BUG ME OUT!

At first Foxy and I could sit on the porch
on the opposite side
and they wouldn't bother me.

But they must be Puerto Rican
or something cuz
they brought all their realitives with them
to live on my front porch!

I quit using the front door
and warned everyone that came
to watch the bees.

Eight years ago
we had bees in the same place
so we sprayed them but good!
Five minutes later, I had a house FULL of bees.
I hid in the bathroom,
while YS and he killed them all.
Took them an hour and half!

So this time, I said to him,
"Don't spray the bees."
So he didn't.
Then Lexi got stung.
He still didn't.
Then he got stung.

And the next time I worked all day,
he sprayed the bees.

During the day.

While most of them were out.

Nothing happened inside the house.

Still, I kept telling him,
"Don't spray the bees."

So a few days before he left to visit his parents,
he sprayed them again.
Nothing happened.

Until a few days after he left,
there was a bee or two in windows inside the house.

By the time he got back ten days later,
I had killed eight.

Three days after he got back,
we got into an argument over them.

So again he sprayed them while I was work.

Now I have eight or ten bees at time
that come in from who knows where
so I told him just to spray the damn things
and get it over with.

Will he spray them?
No, he doesn't feel like it.

Fuck that.

I will spray the suckers myself tonight after dark.

And if lucky stars are on my side,
the bees will descend inside the house tomorrow
while I am at work!!! LOL

HB Woodstock *40*
Peace
Love
Music

Summer Girl

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 15:16:00 +0000

Mermaid days and moonlit nights
Barefoot,
Dancing in the sand
Sunkissed hair brushed by the breeze
Your laughter ringing through the trees.

Summer girl
Where have you gone?

You catch Rainbow kisses
Harbor
Secret wishes
While Wind and Waves
Speak to your soul.

Always,
Your footprints
Leading
To the sea.

Summer Girl?
Where have you gone?

Are you somewhere
In the moonlight
Riding high upon the waves?
Collecting all your broken dreams,
Dumping them into their graves?

Or singing with the dophins
Or
Riding a seahorse,
Perhaps?

I see you in the sunset
I see you right at dawn
Oh, Summer Girl?
Where have you gone?

Are you a changling
From the sea?

Or are you
Just
A part of me?

Far Beyond

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 03:43:00 +0000

You've gone
Far beyond the darkness
Far beyond the fog
When I thought I saw you
clearly
I could hardly see you
at all

I thought I got to know you
But I knew
you didn't know me
I thought I knew
what made you tick
Although you might
disagree.

Then one day
I realized
you were slowly
fading away
No matter how hard
I tried
You couldn't seem
to stay

And then I took
another look
And listened to what
you had to say.

You closed some doors
I closed my eyes
But I couldn't
close my heart.
Even though
I really know
we each follow
our own
navigation chart.

So even though
You have gone
Far beyond the darkness
And way beyond the fog
I'll be waiting for you
quietly
On this side
of the fog.

Have a Good One!

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 22:12:00 +0000

Happy 4th of July everyone!
I really hope you all have a happy and safe holiday.

As for me,
I don't have any special plans.
I could have gone out on the lake and watched fireworks,
but I get scared being in a boat,
surrounded by all that water.
I am happy that my son and his family can all be out there
enjoying the fireworks, though!

I did get invited to a cook-out today.
It started at one p.m. and is still going on.

The fact is,
I worked all day,
and just got out at five.
I am tired and my freaking knee hurts.
Has been since last night.
Kinda wears one on ya when you've been on your feet all day.

Plus it is so nice and quiet here.
It makes me want to take a nap.

I just plan on staying home tonight.
It is really no big deal to me.

As far as fireworks go,
I may miss tonights, or not,
depending on if the ball park
puts some on.

Plus, next Saturday,
we are having our fireworks here in the 'burg.
The fair is coming to town
and on the last day there will be a parade and fireworks.
I can stand out in the street and see those.
Or watch them from the beer tent. :)

Whatever you do for today, I hope you all enjoy it!!!

Just Another Day in the 'burg

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 02:04:00 +0000

What did I do today?
Hmmm....
Let's see...

For starters
I got up
at 5 a.m.
Grabbed some coffee
Went to babyset

By 6 a.m.
I had put Codeman
back to sleep
and fell asleep
myself.

By 7 a.m.
I heard Magill
get up for school.

By 9 a.m.
the two little ones
were up
and Magill would be home soon.
It is the last day of school.

Between 9 and 10
I fed the little ones
dry Lucky Charms
and slices of cheese.

Magill helped
me pack the
diaper bag with
two changes of clothes
for the little ones.

I made a bottle for
Codeman
called A to
find out where
there was another carseat
and set off to my house
with the three kids.
I got to my house
only to discover
I left the bottle
and the formula
at YS.
With no key.

Between 10:30 and 12:30
I watched Magill
practice training
the dogs.

She wants to become a dog trainer.
She is eleven.
For some reason
the dogs
listen to her.

At 12:30 I washed
the two little ones
changed the diapers
and put them both
in clean outfits.

Magill had a Dr. appointment
at 1:30 so she also got ready.
She needed a physical
to enter sixth grade.

When we got there
we only had to wait
a few minutes.
So we checked out their fish tank
which contained a couple of clownfish.

When Lexi, who is two,
saw the clownfish,
she started yelling
"Emo! Emo!"

She had looked
through the book
about "Nemo"
earlier today.

When Magill went in for her physical
the nurse thought I was Magill's mother!
She said I looked way to young to be a gramma.

I fed the little ones
animal crackers
while Magill got
her physical.

After that was over,
I decided to take the kids
to Mickey D's.
They could eat and play there for a bit.

After about an hour there,
we came home to wait
for their mom to pick them up.

When we got here
I went to my bedroom
to put my purse away.

Something was different.
My bedroom door
is now propped against
the dresser.

I have no idea what happened there
I will have to ask him
when he gets home from work.

At 4 the kids were picked up
by their mom.

As I was making coffee,
a friend stopped by to
drop something off.
I went out on the front porch
to talk with him a few minutes.

I told him my grandkids
had just left.
He asked me if I needed my back rubbed.
I told him no, but thanks for offering.

Here I am, still covered in Mickey D's ketchup
that Codeman managed to get all over.
My living room is full of
baby blankets, cushions,
and toddler toys.

And not one,
but two ferrets
in separate cages.

Don't ask!
And I plan on telling him
when he gets home,
that he does not see two ferrets
and two cages
he is just seeing double! :)

Yup.
Just another day in the 'burg.

Rain

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 19:00:00 +0000

My sister sells skin care products and cosmetics
so a few of us girls decided we would have a facial
and become familiar with the products she is selling.

Some of the "girls" included my best friend "D" and my mom.
We had a good time laughing and giggling,
plus we all bought a few things.
"D" bought some tinted lip gloss with spf
in it because she swears her lips are sunburned.
I told her either that,
or she has been smooching too much with her boyfriend!

Then D and I decided since it was supposed to rain all day Saturday,
we may as well hang out together
and go shopping for Father's Day.
Neither one of our father's are still living
but she wanted to get something for her FIL.
I just wanted to get out of the house.

Saturday morning we had downpours!
I sat and watched it out the living room window.
All morning it rained.
All morning traffic kept going by my house.
Where is everyone going in the rain?
And why is there so much traffic today?
Whatever.

The rain let up and D came and picked me up to go shopping.
We headed off to WalMart.
Twice.

The first time we went through the village toward town.
Seems the road was flooded.
Beings how we had a four wheel drive,
we slowly drove through it,
figuring we would turn on the highway to avoid even more flooding up ahead.
Wrong.
They blocked the highway road off
and were going to block off the way we just came.
So we quickly turned around and yes,
went slowly back through the water,
to head out the same way D had come in.
Told ya we had a lot of rain!

So we are gabbing and laughing
and telling each other how we should have realized the road had flooded out
and that is why there was so much freaking traffic going by my house.
It was the only other way out.

Then I realize that D has gone through the neighboring town
and had turned on a road that floods every single time it rains practically.
I didn't say nothing.
Never mind I kept trying to look around the car ahead of us
to see how soon we would be hitting water.

As soon as she sees the water she wonders why
she picked this street of all streets
when she knows this one always floods.
I grinned.
So we slowly go through this water too.
Only this time it wasn't so bad
because we could still see the lines in the road
so we knew how deep it was.

We get to WalMart and find nothing we want
so we go to KMart where she found something nice for her FIL.
Then we decide it is too early to go home yet,
so stop at Sally Ann's to check out their clothes.
I need some pants for work.
I have exactly one pair left.
Saturday morning the dog chewed
two pieces of my pant leg off my least favorite pair.

So we checked out the whole store.
I looked for jeans for work.
Nothing.
I looked at shorts for work.
Found three pair.
Two different sizes.
Then I checked out slacks.
Found a couple pair.
A third size.
I have no idea what size I take anymore.

I tried them all on
and the only thing that fit
was a pair of capri's that were on the hanger in the dressing room
that I hadn't even brought in.
And that was one size smaller
than the smallest size I had picked out.
The only things is....
I don't like the way capri's look on me.
My legs are too long and skinny
and look more so in capris.

I did find a brown stoneware coffee pot
that will go nicely with my two brown stoneware mugs.
So I bought that.
D bought some lawn chairs for her son.

We had a lot of fun shopping.
It was a good way to spend a rainy Saturday!

Just Breathe

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 17:57:00 +0000

Does real love die?
What is real love?
Does it last forever?

Today I had to do something I didn't really like so good.
As a result, I am stomping down all my emotions and doing my best to hide from them
I feel sad, angry, helpless, hopeless.
On the other hand, I am proud of myself for standing up for me.

I feel guilty.
For no reason.
And yes, it is a looong story that many of you do not know.

This may be a mixed up bunch of words for the rest of you.
For me, it is therapy.

I almost cried when he walked out the door and up the street instead of asking me to take him up to the garage to get his truck.
I really thought he had the truck here.

Maybe he really thought I would say no, or maybe he didn't want me to take him.
I guess, too, it was the look on his face--a mix of pouty, mad, hurt.
You know it hurts me to make people feel this way.
Whether they deserve it or not.
It is so much easier to say something hurtful when one is fighting with the other.
That is just it.
It wasn't a fight.

I would call it:
The Truth

I told him I was not going to California with him.
OK.
It started out like this:
Can you get your vacation for those days?

Now I knew this was coming either today or tomorrow and I started to fidget.
And I said:
Yes, I can get those days off.
I am just not sure that I want to go.
For a number of reasons.

Now I am thinking if he has listened at all to me over the past few months then he knows exactly what I am talking about.

He says not looking at me:
This might be the last time you will see my mother alive.

And I am all:
So what's the difference?
You never go see my mother and she is 80 years old.
You haven't even gone with me to see her on Mother's Day for the last five years or so.

He says:
I go see your mother once in a while.

I let it go for a bit and then:
You do know why I don't want to go, don't you.

Yeah, cuz of the way I acted last time we went.

Yes.
So why would I want to go and possibly get into that situation again?

And then he says:
It won't happen again.
And adds:
As far as I know.

So right there is the escape clause for him.

And my mind is all yelling:
Don't go!
You will end up hating yourself!!

So I say that to him:
Well, I am not taking the chance.
Cuz if it did, I would end up hating myself for the rest of my life.

And then he starts:
I bust my ass for..

Where I interupt:
You bust your ass for what?
So you can take me on vacation that you plan and I follow?
You never even ask me.
You just plan.
Why don't we do anything I want to do?
I have always wanted to go to the Blue Heron Festival
and you won't go with me there.

HE says:
Yeah, and that costs what?
$90 a day?
For what?
To walk around?

And I am thinking:
And flying me to S. California for ten days isn't expensive?
And I don't even want to go.

I said:
You are paying for the live music.
I have always loved live music, whether it is country or rock.

Him:
Then go to the Blue Heron Festival!

And I am like:
Right! You know I have to work those days.
It is the fourth of July!
(I could go at night after work, but I won't go at night by myself.)

He is like:
Yeah, you have to work.

Then he gets mad and says:
Fine then! Do what the fuck you want to do!

And for once he didn't add: You do anyways.

I tell him:
You know, I could be saying--Oh, don't go out to your mother's for vacation.
Stay here, and do something we both want to do.
It's not fair!
I am telling you, to go see your mother.
You deserve to go.
You have my blessing.
But don't make me go.
I won't enjoy it anyways.

He's all:
Fine!
You go your way and I will go mine.
I won't do anything with you.
I won't ask you to do anything with me.

Then he got ready for work and left.
And I wanted to cry.
I am a tenderheart.
Very tender.

And I put my book down on the table and said to myself that I am not even going there.
Not today, not tomorrow, not next week.
I am not gonna cry and make an issue out this.
This is something I had to do for me.
And I didn't cry.

I am glad I said that I wasn't going.
But I also know that is was a turning point in my marriage.
The good thing is:
I know in my heart that this had to happen.

There will changes this summer when he gets back.
Possible even before he leaves.

Do I feel bad?
Hell, yeah.
But I would feel worse if I went and treated me the way he treated me last time.

So for now?

Just breathe

Come on and Dance with me

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 20:44:00 +0000

Will you take
my hand
and
dance with me?

Dance
until
the darkness
goes away?

Dance until my heart
no longer feels
any
pain?

Dance
until the
dawn
once again
nourishes my soul?

Come on and dance with me

Dance with me
until my true love gazes
into
my eyes

Come on and dance with me

And make
the
darkness
go
away

Come on and dance with me

this

one

last

time.

PARTY TIME IN P.A.!!!

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 02:55:00 +0000

They be partying in Pittsburg tonight!!!
For the second time in four months!!
The Pittsburg Penguins just won the Stanley Cup!!

Rock on!!!
Party on!!!

Turtle Time

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 01:07:00 +0000

About two weeks ago,
my friend D from work was saying
she took her grandson to the pet store to buy a turtle.
The only turtles they had cost $150!
She said she didn't know what kind it was.
She said it had a pretty shell that looked something like a sand dollar.
Needless to say, her gs did not get a turtle that day.

Jokingly, I said she could come down to the 'burg
and get one out the swamp or near the river.
She laughed and said no thanks
but asked Steve when he was on his travels
if he could find one for her gs.

Soooooooo
Tonight after work I took Foxy for a walk.
It was just supposed to be up one sidestreet and down the other.

But..
On the other sidestreet
a woman was walking her little dog, Maggie
who was not a happy camper
that Foxy was walking down the cross street.
Instead of turning up the street Maggie was on,
I just kept going straight to take the long way around.
I figured it would be easier on Maggie's owner and all.

Foxy and I got as far as where
there is a mowed path that is quite wide
and goes through some trees
with a small creek running through it.
I was on the street looking down the mowed path to my right,
when I saw something that looked like it might be a turtle shell.

As we got closer, I realized it was a turtle.
Probably about six or eight inches long
and three or four inches wide.
I pointed it out to Foxy.
She ignored it until it started to move.
Then she was all interested in it.

It dawned on me that D's gs wanted a turtle.
I didn't know if Steve had gotten him one or not.
I turned around and walked back to the street
and was going to leave it there.
Then I thought
if Nico wants a turtle,
then Nico shall have one.

So Fox and I went back down the path
and I picked the turtle up with my sweatshirt
and wrapped it up and casually carried it home.

I had no idea what kind of turtle this was.
If it turned out to be a snapping turtle I would take it back immediately.

So I get home and said to him
Do you know what kind of turtle this is?
He says
No, but I do know that snapping turtles have a spiked type of tail.

By this time, the turtle had withdrawn into its shell
so I was holding onto it and poking my finger into the shell.
He's all
Don't be putting your finger in there!
You could get bit!!

I am like
Dude!
I was born and raised in the country!
(Like he doesn't know this already)
I am not about to be poking my finger into the front of the shell!
I happen to be poking his backside!!
And I turned the shell around and told him
Look in there, you can see his head .
I am poking his backside!
Duh.

I put the turtle in an empty garbage can
and put some hay in it
while I went online to see what kind of turtle I had.
It is indeed a painted turtle!

So I called D and she said
No, Nico hadn't gotten a turtle yet.

I told her my story and she laughed
and said if I could keep it tonight,
that she will go after work tomorrow
and get what Nico needs to keep a turtle.
So I fixed the turtle up a nice little place with water and stones,
hay and grass,
some veggies and fruit chopped up for tonight.

And tomorrow Nico will have his turtle!

Personally, I am glad it wasn't a snapper.
Cuz if it was,
I wouldn't be taking it back to where I found it
carrying it in my sweatshirt!!!!

Life's Mysteries

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 18:08:00 +0000

Sometimes I sit and ponder about the mystery of life's twists and turns.
I wonder if there is any rhyme or reason to it.
Or is it just that we humans are to ignorant to figure it out?

Why is it the woman who so desparately wants children, can't conceive?

Why do so many people that are so intelligent in school, have no common sense?

Why is it that the woman who loves her husband with all her heart,
that that husband has found a girlfriend?
Why wouldn't it happen to the woman who no longer
was in love with her husband?

Why does life have to be so hard sometimes?
Why can't it just be simple and straightforward?

Why does it have to hurt?

How and when did it get so complicated?

Why??

A Great One Has Crossed Over

hippeimom@yahoo.com (itisi) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 22:03:00 +0000

Rest in peace, David Carradine.
You were a great actor.
You will be greatly missed.