Holy Updates....

New blog page

I've decided this blog has run it's course. I haven't been on in over a year, and I could barely remember my password. I have plans to start another blog page and will update this when/if I decide to go through with that page. 

:) 

K

Dreams...What do they mean?

So I finally remembered a dream! Yay me! I don't normally remember them, I don't even know if I do dream every night. I know the experts will say everyone dreams, but I can't help thinking that I don't dream as often as everyone else.

Anyway, my dream involved someone I haven't talked to in probably 6 years but I recently found and friended them on Facebook. I will just call him BS, since I don't know him well enough to know if he cares about me putting his name out there.

He's older than me, I won't say how much, and we met at the bar (of all places) through mutual friends and my dad. My dream was of me and BS coming home from work together, making dinner together, and sleeping together. Actual sleeping, not the xxx kind.

I will admit, I used to be...let's say infatuated with him years ago. He was older, really hot, and promises were made during an alcohol-fueled man auction at the bar one night. Sadly, those promises were not kept, but things changed, I moved and we lost contact. (Not that we really saw each other outside of the bar. That sounds horrible, doesn't it?)

Well, I wish I knew what it meant. He has a girlfriend, I'm in FL, and it is said (myth or not, who knows) that when someone misses you, you dream of them. I've also heard that when you can't sleep at night, it means someone is dreaming of you. Doesn't that mean I should ask him how he slept last night? Hardly. I wouldn't want to have to explain myself and reasons for asking.

I'm sure he's happy with what's-her-face (not being bitchy, I just don't remember right now), and I refuse to be a 1,300 mile-away-home-wrecker.

Regardless of my past infatuation with him, I think I'll just keep the dream details to myself and think fondly on memories.

Who knows...maybe its just my subconscious telling me to get laid. Lol.

Annoying neighbors...

Stupid fucking people!

So this guy (one of the neighbors behind us) was nice enough to come over around 3 pm today to warn us that his son was going to have his 17th birthday party tonight, it shouldn't go too late but he wanted to warn us that they might get a little loud. The whole 'kids will be kids' thing. Nice to have notice, especially with the baby and the dogs here.

Well, about an hour ago, just when I was going to lay down to try to get some sleep before work tomorrow, I hear kids in the backyard, closer than they were previously. I thought they were from the party and just talking louder than the rest, so I listened but didn't really pay too close attention to them. Until I heard one boy laugh, say something about cops being around, and then I hear running feet on the bark chips outside my window. I hear the boys (more than 2 but idk how many for sure) saying 'jump the fence' and 'get the gate' and laughing. I went outside, mainly because I didn't know if they were in our yard or the neighbor's yard. (and apparently I don't have any sense of self-preservation. I mean, they could have been there or had weapons.)
 When I opened the utility door from the garage, I smelled the pot and heard the people at the party laughing and yelling about cops being there but not being let in, so they thought they were fine. I went to Dad n G'ma and told them what I saw, smelled, and heard, and as usual, G'ma didn't want to get involved, until I told her the kids broke the fence. She went out and yelled at them to stay out of her yard.

Then Dad come out, with his new 10,000 candle-watt flashlight he bought yesterday and freaked the f*uck out of the kids. G'ma come in the call the cops to document the damage for the home owners insurance while Dad stood as a sentinel in the backyard because the little n*gger kids were threatening to kick his ass if they were on the other side of the fence.

They broke an entire section of fence in the backyard, trampled a good 20-30 pineapple plants (ripped them up out of the ground), broke out another section of fence on the other side of the house, plus the gate and half section by the garage and my room. They also trampled flower pots n probably left some weed paraphernalia back there too, but the pineapple plants make me itch, so I wasn't staying out there to look.

Such a nice guy, to come warn us that his kid is going to be a douchebag. The cop told us they had 400 kids there. 400! In a house the size of ours! (3 bedrooms, 2 baths, plus a good sized lanai with a pool, so probably a good 2,000 square feet. Same as ours, but we don't have a pool.) The cops couldn't go in, because the 17 yr olds sister said she was responsible, no one was doing anything illegal and the cops couldn't come in without a warrant. So the cops told them to shut it down and go home, as the cops stationed like 4 squads in front of the house and waited for everyone to leave. They got one guy smoking weed in his car on the street and the cop that came here was going back over to try to arrest more, because they still were partying back there, still being loud after the cop told them to shut it down. Very slow and boring day, until I finally am tired enough to lay down. Then the shit hits the fan! And I'm wide awake again. I hope they arrested every single one of those underage assholes who were smoking pot in our backyard and broke our fence. Now I have to worry about G'Ma watching the baby while I'm at work and Dad and Matt fix the fence. G'Ma is a loon on a good day, and a scatterbrain on an ok day. So we'll see what happens. Hopefully I can wind down here in a few and finally get some sleep.

Don't pin that shit on me

I hate when my older brother takes money from my dad's money clip, doesn't ask Dad first, then blames me for taking it when Dad asks him about it. I have no reason to steal money from Dad. Honestly, if I ask for it and give a good reason for it (diapers, wipes, shampoo, etc.), Dad says yes, so why just take it? He's been the one to take money repeatedly, then pay it back when he gets paid, so why try to pin it on me? Man the hell up and say "yea, ya know, paying back all my student loans and other bills left me short this week. Can I borrow a 20 til Thursday?" He gets paid every Thursday, so why not just ask? Or budget yourself better. Don't go out for fast food every single day, sometimes twice, and then bitch about not having any money! I may not be the best when it comes to budgeting my money, but I don't buy a $250 flat screen when I a) have a perfectly good tv at home and b) don't have the money to spare due to other responsibilities/bills. Don't act holier than thou to me just because I choose to have my kids instead of browbeating my girlfriends into having abortions like you did 3 times (that I know of). So piss off. Don't make me the bad guy when you still battle a drug and alcohol addiction

Redneck Wine Tasting

Since I've never had wine before, I decided to get a bottle of a sweet white and a bottle of sweet red, to see which one I liked. Put them in the fridge and promptly forgot they were there. Finally, after about a week, I opened them tonight. Really like the white, not so fond of the red. But maybe it will taste better with a meal instead of just me reading a book after the little one is in bed.

I post these from the internet browser on my cell, since I have choose to stay close to the little one, instead of having Big D or Double G take care of her if she wakes while I'm busy on the laptop rooms away.

Anyway, I decided to go really cheap (why spend $$$$ on a wine I might hate when I can spend $ and figure it out?) So I stopped by the upscale Aldi's and grabbed the bottles. The 'sweet' red really wasn't all that sweet and tasted kind of like what I imagine licking the bottom of a golf shoe might taste like. The sweet white, however, is much better. Sweet, fruity, and not at all dirty.

In the future, I'll probably use the red as a cooking wine or marinade for red meat, instead of a relaxing glass or two in the evening. The sweet white...well, let's just say I will be redneck and grab another bottle this weekend. And make plans to keep it on hand.

I used to drink beer when I went out, sometimes even mixed drinks. Drank a lot of shots too, got into trouble drinking too much. But I'm almost 30. I figure it is time to hang up the beer goggles, so to speak, and grow up. (that statement applies to way more than just drinking in my life, just so you know.)

Now I know which one I like better and how relaxing it really is to sit in a quiet room with a glass of wine and a good book after the little one is down for the night.