Thursday, January 31, 2013


It's a lovely slow day today.
It's slowish at work (I telecommute) so I have a bit of downtime here and there.

And in that downtime I'm working on these:

Pretty, simple cotton dishcloths.
I will hand dye these this weekend. Not sure of the colors yet.

It's good to pick up a needle on slow days. It keeps the hands busy and productive.
And out of the Dorito's bag...

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Helicopter Mom

In the past several days, some interesting reading has floated across my computer screen.

This post from Katidids on how The Guvment Gonna Make Ya Freeze.
And then I saw this posted on Facebook: Bring Out Yer Cheese!

After a while I began thinking to myself, when did the government decide to become a helicopter mom?

The government has gone from being a loving parent to the overprotective bitch hipster mom down the street.
And I hate that bitch.

So today, while we are still semi safe, and partially free, think about a government that would do this to you and yours...

I mean come on. Who wants to eat all that healthy, natural, organic food anyways.

Oh it's on now!

That SOB squirrel has been at it again!
He ate the hell out of my cushions AGAIN!

But that's ok.

Cause it's on now.

Next time he goes in for a snack he's gonna get a mouth full of chili powder.
That's right, chili powder. My green swing cushions are now coated in the stuff.
Why not? He ruined them anyways!

Alright little squirrel. It's on.

Rainy days and Tuesdays always get me...rained on

Lot's of nasty rain in store for my neck of the woods today.

If you're in North Texas and driving around in it today, please be mindful of the dorks on the road who have no clue what the stuff falling from the sky is.

For your viewing pleasure...and to hopefully stick in your mind, so that every waking moment today, this song will pop into your head...

And just for giggles, cause I'm mean like that...

Monday, January 28, 2013

My wishlist

I will admit I'm a girly girl.
I love anything pink.

And I love this:

That is the Bond Arms Mini.
I love it! 
This would be perfect for me. (Hint hint JW) Small enough to easily fit in my tiny hands and giant purse!
This little beauty is on my wishlist this year.
I first saw this when I worked with Amy the Bond Arms Girl on a charity event that BFF and I were running.
And I fell in love!
So JW, if you are reading this, you know what to get me for Christmas. It's never too soon to start shopping!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Jesus and ham save the day

Apparently I am so socially awkward, that I am retarded.

JW's Grandma C has been in the hospital. We went to see her this week, and upon arriving at the hospital I informed him that I don't do well at hospitals. AT ALL.

So we go up and visit Grandma C, and she's not doing well.
And then she tells us that maybe it's her time, since she's 85 and has been sick for a while.

Here comes the retard.
I start screaming at her that she will BE FINE! AND THAT WE HAVE TO EAT HAM! WE HAVE TO EAT HAM AT EASTER!!!!111!!! ZOMG!!

Oh lord.

Well we got word today that Grandma C is going to be ok.
And JW then tells me that Jesus and ham saved the day.

Sometimes it pays to be a dork!

Son of a....

I just caught a squirrel doing this to my swing!

He chewed up every dang cushion.
In the three years we have had this swing, we have never had a problem.
This squirrel is on my shit list now.
He's got to die. Any suggestions?
And I can't pop him here in city limits. Well, not legally at least.

Oh I love him

"Progessives suck. They should be drug out, and shot for treason."

This is why I love my darling husband.

That wonderful man giving me the stink eye. Cause I'm a spazz.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Uncle Joe

Oh Uncle Joe. You so crazy!


I would like to give a warm welcome to everyone who has read and subscribed to my blog this week.
Your kindness and thoughtfulness are very much appreciated.

I know this is a fairly new blog and that there is not much here yet.
But stick with me. I promise to keep adding more interesting and thought provoking items.
Nah. Who am I kidding!
I'm just gonna post things like this...

Now I got a hankerin for fried chicken! Dang it.

Friday, January 25, 2013


And you thought I was kidding when I said the neighbor lady had at least 30 cats...

That's not even all of the litter boxes either.

And one of those SOB's has already peed in my garden.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Gun Divas Giveaway

The Gun Divas are doing an awesome giveaway.
If you haven't seen their blog yet, take a look!
There are only six days left to enter.

The Gun Divas Giveaway

It's none of their business

Patrice over at Rural Revolution had a great blog post today. It's discussing a proposed bill by a Missouri senator regarding reporting to a child's school if you have in guns your home.

"Now comes word of a Missouri lawmaker who wants any parent who owns guns to notify their child's school. "

Now I know I have not expressed on this blog my feelings regarding guns or politics or anything like that. But if you take a look at what I read and who those blogs I belong to, you'll notice that there is a common theme.

I believe, based on the second Amendment, that it is my right to purchase whatever firearm or however many firearms that I want. Now JW is of course the big gun purchaser, I am not. I will confess that I do not know all the makes, models, or caliber's. That is JW's department. Yes that does seem kind of like a cop out, but it wasn't until the last several years that I have really become interested in them.

In my previous life as a single parent I was just a sheeple. I was one of those people that went along with whatever was told to me, occasionally bucking the system, but going along for the most part.
And then one day I woke up and I realized I was tired of being told what to do and following blindly. I had a mind of my own. I wanted to be able to make my own decisions on what I wanted to do, what I wanted to own, what I wanted for my children and how I wanted to raise them.  Not what was trendy or popular, but what I thought was best. And I did just that.

Which brings me to today.

I don't think that I ever would have imagined a world where I would need to report to my child's school how many firearms we had in our home.
That is something to me that seems like it would be from another country.
But there is someone out there that is actually proposing this here, in the United States, where we live.
And that saddens and angers me at the same time. I am realistic about how the government is run, and how the liberal namby pambys in office are dragging us down into a welfare state, but maybe I'm still naive. I never thought we would be at this point.

At no point in time have I ever imagined that I would ever have to explain to my children's school what I did in my own private home, and what I may or may not own. That is of no concern to a child's school.
I can understand if a kid brings a gun to school, or is telling everyone about the guns that they have. But I think that most of us would agree that most children who are taught properly about guns don't do that. My kids didn't. And many people I know that have guns at home don't have that problem with their children either.

I know that what happened in Newtown was a horrific tragedy. But that boy was not school aged.
And this bill would not have helped. Most violence in school's today are not gun related.
As for helping to prevent violence in school, how would this bill realistically help?
Seriously. If there is a kid at school with a gun wandering the hallways, what are you going to do with the information of all of the parents that have guns at home? Call them up and ask if you can borrow their gun to protect the students??

Maybe it's time for the schools and senators to stop worrying about what's going on in my home.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


I've got nuthin for ya today, so here's a picture for ya...
That's gonna be my next dog.

That is when these two lazy eatin machines pass on.

Although that big fat girl right there is a good dog. She'll take your arm off if you come near me.
And then piss herself silly.
That little one will just shake himself into a coma and barf on your pillow.
But they are my babies, and I love them.

And these are my babies too...
But they are grown ups now. The jury is still out on them.
I like to think I keep them around just for the entertainment value.
That little one finally grew into that big giant pumpkin head of his. But he doesn't act like it.
And that oldest one is apparently allergic to anything with sleeves. They don't last an hour on any shirt he has.
At almost 19 and 23 they are good babies still.
Except when they act like jackasses....

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


I am in heaven today. Do you want to know why?

Do you see this item here?

 And this item here? 

While they do not have anything in common they both put me in heaven.

The first picture is of one of my towels, from a set that I got for Christmas from my darling husband.
JW hated with a passion the towels that I used have . He always complained that they were no better than a very thin piece of sandpaper. The nerve of that man!
So I finally told him that if he was going to continue to complain then he needed to do something about it.
So therefore I got this lovely set of towels for Christmas. They are the most wonderful things in heaven to me because he picked them out for me.
That man can read me like a used paper back book on the discount shelf at Goodwill. He knew exactly which towels, in which color, and from which store I wanted! And of course they are so nice and fluffy!

The other picture is of the completed raised bed that my darling JW built this weekend.
Now I can finally take advantage of the several sunny days that we have had and get a few things planted before rain or bugs or pestilence or plague swallow all of my plants whole.

Or the neighbors cats poop in my garden and kill everything like they did my roses last year.
Darn cats. Anyone want a free cat? I'm sure the neighbor lady won't miss a few.
She's got at least thirty...

In other news, I am trying to quit smoking again. At this time I am happy to report that no one living in this household has died. Yet. Stay tuned. Things might change.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

This is what makes Mama happy

You see that up there? That is what makes Mama happy. 

I have been wanting a FoodSaver for as long as I can remember. I even have one on my Amazon wish list.
I have a little MealSaver, but nothing like that big boy up there. The MealSaver needs those ridiculously expensive zipper bags with the holes in them to vacuum out the air. Only temporarily, mind you.
How do I know? Look in my freezer and see my frosty fresh corn from last summer, covered in ice crystals cause those stupid bags with a vacuum hole failed. 
Want me to go insane and start killing people? Just ask me about my corn. My preshuuusss corn.
My dang freezer burned corn. 
Where was I?
Ok, back to my new best friend. That baby right there is gonna keep my preshuuusss corn safe now.
And I can use the jar sealer accessory to seal up my preshuuusss dehydrated onions too.

And the best part of it all? It was $11.99 from Goodwill. 
That's what makes Mama happy.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Pinterest and the devil

Pinterest is evil. I mean from the devil evil. Like Hot Pockets fresh from the microwave that must have come from the flames of hell type of evil.
That's the only explanation I have. It's simple really. Because only something that evil can make me waste hours of my life like that.
That and Hee Haw. Gawd I love that show.

All I want is a simple recipe for chicken rollups, and the next thing I know three days have gone by and JW is looking for a new wife cause he thinks I've died because I haven't moved from my recliner.

I warn you. Do not go to Pinterest. You'll look up eventually and a week will have passed.
And then you'll really need that recipe for chicken roll ups...and you'll get sucked right back in to the evil that is...

Friday, January 18, 2013

The weekend

So the weekend is here finally. Finally!
JW has plenty of plans for himself this weekend. The biggest plan of all is for him to finally build the raised garden beds.
Or as I like to call them the neighbors alternatively located litter boxes.

Since its payday weekend it's also time to go buy groceries. Thank God for payday or we would be thin starving people instead of the big giant fat people that we are.
We just got a freezer a couple of weekends ago from my BFF,  and now is the time to fill it. I have made it my life's mission to go to Sams and spend every penny that I could possibly spend this weekend to fill up the freezer with items that will remain in there for the rest of the freezers life and that we will never eat and that we will never have any idea 5 years down the road why we bought them or what in the hell they could possibly be.

Watch out Sam's. I'm coming to get your food.

Where is my picture?

It's Friday. The beginning of a three day weekend, and also payday.

A friend of mine posted this on Facebook:

Where is a picture to hang on my fridge?

After taxes my check is a pittance. I can't complain though. I make a decent enough salary I guess. It's not large, but it pays the bills. But after everything is taken out, I'm left with half of what I actually earned.
JW's is even worse.  At least my company charges less for insurance, and I don't have child support coming out like he does. 

But my question is this: Who is getting my tax money?

Taxes are going up and Social Security payments are going down. 
My mother will be 72 this year. She is disabled and supposed to be retired. And yet she still works as much as the government will allow her, so that she can supplement her Social Security so she can pay her bills, live independently, and feed herself.  Why should a disabled 72 year old woman still be working almost 40 hours a week to live? 

The nation is in debt, and Obama is digging an ever deeper hole for us each day. But yet welfare recipients are increasing.
Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with people being on welfare. I know that there are circumstances beyond any one's control, things happen, etc. There are deserving people in the system. I've been on it myself years ago, as a young single parent. But we all know that there are several million people that can easily get off their butts and get a job instead of milking the system. It's not hard to ask "You want fries with that?". 
I've done it. 
But if they can get free money, food, and housing from the government, why should they even bother working? The government is rewarding laziness.
It seems to me that you have to be in a certain clique to get welfare sometimes.

My BFF is unemployed. She was laid off almost two years ago when the big construction company she worked for failed. She had three school aged kids. She was denied welfare. Why? Because she earned a pittance from unemployment and received occasional small child support payments from a dead beat ex.
If she was lucky she cleared enough to pay rent and electricity. No extra for food, clothes, gas money, car insurance. She drove a twenty year old pickup that was held together only by luck and was uninsured. She spent a night in jail for a hot check she wrote for groceries for her kids.  She was a white woman in her thirties. Educated, well groomed, polite, well mannered. Two years later she is hitting the end of her unemployment checks. After countless interviews and job applications, there is still no job that will pay her more than her small unemployment check. She told me today that she will soon be asking "Want fries with that?" when her unemployment runs out. She is grateful for any employment. Any paycheck. Anything.
But welfare said nah when she needed it most. She apparently wasn't in that clique. 

I used to read a financial blog. The lady that wrote it had several rental houses in the metroplex here, as investment properties. The homes were duplexes, all on the same street. She usually had pretty regular tenants. They stayed a couple of years, and then moved on eventually though. After a while she had a few vacancies that had been empty for a while. A potential renter called and asked if she would take Section 8 applications. After mulling it over, she finally agreed. The applicant was a single black mother. Unemployed. On welfare and Section 8. Had a couple of kids. And drove a brand new BMW.  She was dressed in designer clothes, with designer accessories. She was not educated. She had never been married. And she had never worked. Eventually her sisters and her cousin all moved, one by one, into the vacancies on that street. They were all on welfare and Section 8. And they all drove newer cars than the owner of the rentals. They all wore designer clothes, and had designer accessories. As the blogger stated, "They dressed better, accessorized better, and drove cars newer and better than anything I had. And I made in the high six figures as a single, childless, financial advisor, with several investment properties and a relatively new car."
Those women belonged to that clique apparently. 

What kind of system do we have in place that allows this? And what kind of nation are we living in that is letting this happen?

The way this nation is being run into the ground is appalling. Every day we hear on the news something else has happened. Increased food costs, gas is sky high. The cost of living increasing dramatically. People in government making decisions that aren't good for the nation, only good for their pockets or their ratings. Overly sensitive namby pamby babies that think they are doing good for the poor sheeple. And self entitled people boo-hooing over how they deserve this and that, just because they breathe oxygen and are entitled to everything that everyone else has, and to hell with the rest of you!

And yet here I sit, every pay day. Watching my paychecks dwindle.
Watching my BFF struggle.
Watching my mother work herself to death. 

And still waiting for that picture to put on my fridge...

Thursday, January 17, 2013

My city

The darling husband (JW) and I are suburban dwellers.
And we hate it.
We hate the neighbors, the neighborhood, and all the garbage that comes with suburbia.

It's funny because we grew up in this town. We graduated from one of the high schools here, and off and on in our adult lives have always managed to find our way back to living in this town.
But the time has come where our beloved medium sized town has now become a large city of trashy people with no care for anyone but themselves.

It finally hit us last year when "the good Walmart" got so bad we stopped shopping there, and started going to one almost half an hour away that was more rural and much better. The traffic was better, the scenery was better, and the people were friendly.

That's when we finally realized that we didn't want to live in our beloved little city anymore.
We had always said that we would love to find a little house of our own in our city and continue to live out the rest of our lives here.

I breaks my heart to think that we might move away from my little city. I think it's a safety thing.
This has always been "my" city. Even when I lived in Tampa, and other cities here in the metroplex, this city always felt like home.
When JW and I started dating he was living in a different city, 30 minutes away.
He had lived there several years during his previous marriage. He loved his city that he was living in. But I had a bigger place, so right before our wedding in 2011 he moved here with me.
And he confessed he really did love my city more. His family was still here, and all of our friends, and old hangouts. We both agreed that this was where we always wanted to be.

But not any more.

After much discussion, we have realized that we want open spaces, no neighbors on top of us, and a place that we can work on and love til we die.

We won't find that in my little city.
But hopefully I will find a new, smaller little city.
It will have my house, my garden, and my dreams...

When the time is right

When the time is right you will know it.

I have heard this phrase many times in my life. Many times I thought is was "the time" and it turned out it wasn't. You always know when it's not, but never when it is.

As my darling husband and I ponder our future, our dreams, and our goals, I always wonder...when will the time be right? When can we get our dream, our land, our house?

We worry about bills, children, more bills, credit ratings, our health. But we don't worry about our future, our dreams, our goals. Somehow we trust that "when the time is right" we will get what we are looking for.

In the meantime, we continue to do our everyday thing. We work, we pay our bills, we take care of kids, dogs, cats, and fish. 

And still we dream about when the time is right....

Crap Happens Acres

My husband and I have one goal that we are working towards.
We want to buy a little house with a couple of acres, and get out of this rental house and out of the suburbs. 

This blog will hopefully chronicle the next year, as we continue to work towards that goal.

I told my husband when we do eventually get that little place we have always dreamed of that we should call it Crap Happens Acres, because of our luck. He shot that idea down and instead gave me a different name for our little homestead of our dreams. After mulling it over, I realized I agreed with him. After all, we want to start out on a positive with our property.

 I still liked the name and thought it fit us.
But I realized it fit our current situation better than our hopeful future.
So until we move on to our dream, we remain at: