Lots of nothing but tons of everything
Topic: Weirdness
I noticed I hadn't posted an entry in a few days. Then, you know how I go, my mind starts wandering about what I've done in the last week. Hence the "Lots of nothing but tons of everything" :)

Chris went on a mission last week. He passes a car lot (or 4 actually) everyday and can't help but check out the cars. Well, he decided he'd just "drop" in and that's where it started. Since last Tuesday, he's been dealing with this car lot and VOILA!! I have a new car!! :) And the beauty part is that I didn't have to do any of the haggling or nagging or even unloading my old car with the tears welling up out of the sentimental value it holds to me. He just kept showing up with different cars for me to say yes or no to. He showed up with a GMC Yukon XL. I said no. Then when he called to find out the bottom line numbers, I couldn't say no!! :) Therefore I'm driving a car that will now hold 4-5 more kids ;) LOL

Then Saturday we got to drive our new car down to Norman for the OU/Texas Tech game. Goober went along (much to the dismay of Bubba) but he was an angel baby and LOVED the game! He kept screaming at the top of his lungs and shaking his hands at them!! It was a blast!! I took a ton of pics and we were all worn out.

But then the yuckiness started. Someone has replaced my sweet lover boy with a devil child! These aren't just moments either, they are pure torture!! I am a very patient person with him, and he reacts positively to that, but yesterday, in the time span of 5 hours, I had to walk away 3 times!!!!!!!!! Now that's bad!! I guess he's trying to exert his independence but that, my friends, is going to get his little hiney swatted more times than I care to count! Even today during his speech therapy, he refused to listen or work with his therapist. She kept looking at me and saying, "I have never seen him act like this before!! You're going to pull your hair out!" Ya think??? ;)

The other yuckiness has to do with a. . .bet, made by my dad and his salesmen. Now it is a good thing for the salesmen because they reached their goal, but a bad thing for those closest to dad (isn't he cute?!?!)

because now he has NO HAIR!!!

We all (Carly, Jason, Chris & I) went to "support" him and at one point we all, even dad, almost cried! When we called my mom (who was conveniently in Talequah), we reminded her that she took vows when they married and she has to stick by him. She said in a nervous laugh, "Alright, but his hair was the one thing that made me and everyone else fall in love with him." Well mom, you'll have to find something else now!! :)

So that's been my week. Ups and downs and every where else inbetween. I pray we have a better week with less swatting, less money going to car lots, more winning games and more hair!

UGH!! Oklahoma
Topic: Weirdness
Many people. . .ok most people. . .believe that Oklahomans are backhill rednecks. I always try to prove them wrong because I am the farthest end of the spectrum from those rednecks (those referring to the ones that they interview after a tornado or major fire! LOL). The man. . .the man that I saw that spawned this entry. . .is one of "those."

We went to the garden store to pick up bug spray. He gets out of an old Honda. Black hightops. . .white socks. . .how could I see his socks you wonder?? Well, the very flashy and snazzy gray heather sweatpants he was wearing happened to be WAY too short and WAY too tight. With the latest style in sweatpants he also wore a button down shirt that he'd every so cleverly ripped the sleeves off of. But that's not all folks!! Not only do we get the 80's hightops, tight short sweatpants and homemade shirt, but we also get the fanny pack with matching cowboy hat. That's right! A FANNY PACK AND COWBOY HAT!!!!!!!!!

Man I love Oklahoma!!!!!

Funnier than. . .well. . .just funny!
Topic: Me!
No, don't worry, I won't go into another tangent about how I'm not funny when in all reality I truly am funny. I just want to share with you things that crack me up!!

My mom - this woman calls me at 4:46 am because she's headed to Two Horse Town, Oklahoma, wasn't exactly paying attention to her driving, plows into a curb and explodes a front tire. No problem, I'll drive the one mile to pick you up, call the wrecker, keep my husband awake (he ends up going to sit with the Burban anyway) all in the name of good humor. Less than 24 hours later, she's back on the road, new tire in the wrong spot, talking on her cell phone (to me none the less!), radio blaring and tv on. Mom's antics like this crack me up!

Carly - my poor sister. I am so thankful she found Jason. . .although her losing the keys, him finding the keys and then the two of them losing the keys again doesn't vote well. But as long as it keeps her out of trouble with the law and her car scratchless, he gets my vote!!

Chris - I am now forbid to talk about the provolone incident. . .but HOLY MOLY is it funny. It's classic Chris and I think it's awesome, he fails to see it that way.

TV - I love funny tv commercials. My favs right now are the FedEx commercial ~ "Then send it on to FunkyTown." It gets me everytime. And the Nextel commercial with the guys dancing in the office. Saw that during an OU game (BOOMER SOONER!!!) and LOVED it.

My favorite parts from movies - For some reason I find them humorous and end up curled in the fetal position trying to catch my breath, but once again, not everyone has my kind of humor. First example, Mr. Goodfellow or whatever it's called with Adam Sandler. The butler says, "I have a feeling you have underestimated my sneakiness sir." LOVE IT!!!!!!! And the Security Guard movie with Martin Lawrence. They end up in a trash "thing" and Martin Lawrence grabs the scented hanging pine tree from the rearview mirror and proceeds to place it on his nose. ROTFLOL Ahhhh. . . .maybe it's the pain pills.

Comedians - I'm a sucker for the Comedy Channel, however I failed to find interest in Last Comic Standing or whatever it's called. I love the comedy of Robin Williams, although when he gets started and into it, I tend to get lost because he speaks to freaking fast. I also enjoy Damon Wayans. I saw his routine about 3 years ago on HBO and haven't forgotten it. Ron White. . .that drunk fat man is absolutely a riot. Tater tot. . .I don't care who ya are, that's funny there. ;)

Oh well. . .so you didn't really get what makes me laugh. I'll work on you. You'll get it one day and thank me and name your subsequent children after me. . . .you will!!!

Wow!!
Topic: Weirdness
I know that I've recently done a list of favs, but HOLY MOLY!! You've so got to try this!!!

The ladies on my May board were talking about how to get crayon off of wood etc., and one of them recommended Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. I kept thinking, nah, who needs that?!?! Then Cale wrote on the coffee table in pen. NOTHING could get it off! So I had Chris pick up a pack at the store. I never got around to using it and today I decided. . .why not try??

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!! This thing worked miracles!! It got the pen off the coffee table, it got scuff marks off the door frames (you know the ones. . .where you've tried to lightly and gracefully go over the safety gates and ended up jamming your foot, catching yourself as you knocked over everything on the table inside the kitchen and mumbling awful things under your breath?!?! LOL), it got scuff marks off the backdoor where we've kicked it closed, the "yellowing" around the light switches GONE!! :) Seriously. . .this thing rocks!! So go get one!! Or. . .the link that I put above. . .they'll send you a sample!! :) WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now won't Chris be happy that I actually DID something today!! LOL

Where I've been
Topic: Me!
Boy oh boy. . .when it rains it pours ya know??? After the awful week after losing Chris' grandmother, we thought, hey. . .it's Labor Day Weekend and we are going to ENJOY!!! Well we did enjoy until Labor Day. Yep, another early morning phone call. I once again saw it was Chris' parents and made sure that I picked up the phone this time. She had called to inform us that Chris' great-aunt had passed away. After getting the pertinent details, I roll over to tell the wide eyed Chris. He was not happy that we hadn't escaped the weekend without bad news so now we have forbid his mother from calling our house!! LOL

After appointments and a funeral on Wed, I came crashing down. Sore throat started Tuesday, stuffy/runny nose, fever, ears hurting, cough, but luckily Cale only had a cough! So I am trying to do everything that needs to be done (mainly laundry so Chris will get off my back LOL) and am feeling like utter poo poo. I got to the doctor yesterday and they shot me. Yep, right in my big fat handful of hip, gave me a nice little shot, plus 3 medications!! So I should be as good as new.

Now, this leads me to last night. OU played Houston and to get me out of the house, we watched it at my mom and dad's. Cale and mom played hard and then did their ritual of bath time. This concretes the reason we aren't so great as parents! LOL After bath time, my dad wrapped Cale up in a towel and tucked it in the back. . .you know. . .so he couldn't "escape" from it. As he struggled and grunted and groaned, his parents sat and looked on while muffling laughter. Hey! Even Oma and Odie laughed too!!! So once he breaks free and he gets dressed, Cale wanted to play with the towel. It started out as hide-n-seek, but was that good enough entertainment for us??? Well of course not!! The bad parents kicked in again and Chris covers Cale's head with the towel and just decides to give him a few spins before setting him free. I almost bust a gut laughing (which I got reprimanded for because if you're laughing, how can it be any fun because Cale can find you automatically. PARDON ME YOUR ROYAL FARTNESS!!!) So after establishing rules, we do it again and Cale is rolling! He is laughing so hard that he takes two steps towards me and falls. I somehow catch the towel and lead him gently to the ground, and this time it's uncontrolable laughter from the entire room. Chris and I always knew we'd be the type to put the bucket on the kids' heads and let them whack away at the wall!! LOL Guess we do know ourselves. But don't jump me. . .we protected the corners of everything and besides, that child has an amazing ability to find us with his head covered. . .it was like he could see right through the towel. . .so maybe we're not so bad after all!!

And I'll close with a conversation that ensued between my husband and I as Oma and Odie are playing with Witty.
Me ~ *cough cough sputter*
Chris ~ You alright back there?
Me ~ Yep, just tired and feeling gross.
Chris ~ Hey, if you're needing to go home, we can call it a night and go.
Me ~ Nah, I'll be alright for a little bit longer.
Chris ~ Alright then, shut up and quit your belly achin'!

Yep, aren't we just like Leave It To Beaver???? ;)

Let's talk favs
Topic: Weirdness
I'm sure you all are as tired of the sappy down depressing entries as I am. . .so let's talk favorites! If Oprah can do it, why can't I?? (just don't expect to get one of everything I put here after I'm done!! LOL)

First off, gotta' love Pottery Barn! We bought some of these for Cale and also for us during the games (since we're notorious for snack foods instead of full blown lunches/dinners!)They are trays that reminded me and Chris of our cafeteria days. Non microwavable but top-rach dishwasher safe. It also helps keep my food from touching!! LOL And gives Cale all his different compartments for ketchup, syrup, all dippables :)

My second favorite right now is my nail polish. Pre-Cale, I would change nailpolish colors every Saturday. Once he was born it's been a fight to get nail polish to stay on let alone get it on to begin with! So I had read in my magazine that one woman just uses clear. Ok great, I can do clear, but I also enjoy funky (even the ped commented on my blue/green toe nails!!). So here's my product. Color change nailpolish. What is it? This one that I use goes on clear, but in UV light it changes to this brilliant red/pink. It gives me the illusion of having nailpolish on, but still allows for the time I don't have to touch it up. PRETTY FREAKING COOL HUH!?!?!?

The third product(s) was given to me at Christmas and I am hooked!! It's not just shower gel, it's aroma is so incredibly intoxicating, there are no words!! It's White Chocolate Hazelnut by Philosophy. AWESOME!!!! It's such a major must have that it's ridiculous!!!

The last product I bought back in June (now they're on sale of course!!! LOL) but LOVE THEM!! I am a shoe fanatic and have a collection of Dr. Martens that can go in the vaults! LOL But they have now changed their sandals and they freaking rock!! Look at these. They are so incredibly comfortable and so cute!!! I just had to share!!

So there you have it, 4 of my favorites things. . .as of today. Tune in next time ;)

The circle
Today we said goodbye to MaMa, Chris' grandmother. It's been a very strenuous and tiring 5 days, and I know there are more to come. But the wild thing about life is how it continues on. As we mourned the loss of MaMa and grieved in our own individual ways, last night at 8:23, a new life was born and their family was joyous. Although cliche, it was the circle of life. And what a hard time to be so incredibly sad and heartbroken over the sudden death, but so deeply happy for the birth of Miss Emma. I received pictures today. . .absolutely the picture of preciousness and innocence. A new life to be moulded and a new life of growth. Just like that song Two Teardrops (again I turn to music!)

Last night I sat in the waiting room
The nurse walked in and gave me the news
It's a baby girl and they're both fine
An old man sittin' not 10 feet away
Just lost his wife and he said to me
You've got a brand new angel and I've lost mine
I guess the good Lord giveth and the good Lord taketh away
And we both wiped a teardrop from our face

Oh the ocean's a little bit bigger tonight
Two more teardrops somebody cried
One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue
The tide goes out and the tide comes in
A whole new circle of life begins
Where tears are a part of the pleasure and part of the pain
'Til they drift on down and ride to the sea again

Although tomorrow is another day, I know that it's tough to understand why the world continues while you're hurting so deeply. Why can't everyone else hurt with you?? I just never GOT it ya know?? But I am now old enough to understand that when I am having the best of days, someone somewhere is suffering. I just wish I could help them all. But my main focus right now is helping Bubba. The biggest and toughest man I know is hurting, he's hurting in a way that I so totally understand and I wish I could take that pain from him so he didn't have to know it. To know that deep ache in the depths of your stomach and that scream that is hiding inside. I always give off the persona that I'm so strong and at this very moment I feel so helpless and so weak. Maybe it's my time to grieve. . .for my loved ones that have gone on. . .for the loved ones that will go when God calls them.

I hate that it takes the loss of someone close to you to make you tell people what they mean to you, your grandparents, your aunts, your uncles, shoot, some people need to tell their children! But do it, and for those that know me, you know I don't get "preachy" but tell them. Don't let it go unsaid, no matter what kind of people you are. It took so long for Chris to understand that "I love you" isn't a scary saying, it's three words that have the power to heal, comfort and they are a necessity. I love the fact that he's not scared to tell Cale that he loves him. Anyway, just had to write this all out. I'm so tired. . .it's time to go to bed. Good night cyber buddies. . .I love ya!!!! And know that if you need me, I'm right here in the great plains, where no, we aren't surrounded by cattle and we don't ride horses to the store ;) I'm always with you in thoughts and prayers.

Prayers and positive thoughts please
It's weird the way life works. We were talking about that Friday night. You hit a major hurdle and then things smooth out. Once you think you're in control again, life throws another speed bump in your path. Well, we are now working our way over another bump/hurdle right now.

It's also amazing how your body works. . .I think my subconscious knew something wasn't right. We went to dinner Friday night and had a great time, but on the way to Chris' grandparents' house, my stomach went into hyper gear. I'd had a stressful day and was beat so we decided that was the problem. By the time we headed home, I was shaking from chills and very hungry :) I went to bed late with my stomach still hurting and just didn't sleep well. Storms moved in and out during the night and right as I fell asleep. . .the phone rings. I'm a person that can be woken up from a dead sleep and be WIDE AWAKE. This is the case at 6:30 Saturday morning. The caller id said it was Chris' parents. I automatically handed the phone to him, knowing I shouldn't. If it is bad news, I knew he didn't want to hear it on the phone, so the news coming from me would be less painful. But I handed it over and heard him say hello. . .then, as he sat up, he yelled WHAT?!? WHAT?!? NO!! A million thoughts rolled through my mind. . .Mike. . .Ma. . .Pa. . .Amanda? Then it hit me that he wasn't handling it well so I took it from him as he said, "It's my mom. MaMa died." I proceed to talk to his mom who is understandably upset. I find out the info that I need and hang up . . .to find Chris wandering the house trying to process the information.

Saturday morning around 5, PaPa found MaMa on the couch. They had spoken less than 3 hours before. We never suspected anything, she was incredibly healthy for a 71 year old woman. Having been through the sudden loss of a grandparent, I knew what he was going through. I tried my best to help him get dressed and out the door so he could go say goodbye. He called me periodically and sounded amazingly strong. As we talked about it he told me that he was happy for her, she was no longer tired. :) I told him that he was a bigger man than I because even 8 years after my Pa died I'm still ticked off! ;) This not only broke my heart to lose her and to know she was gone, but it rekindled the pain of losing my own grandfather in Feb of 1995.

MaMa took care of Chris from 6 weeks until he was in 5th grade. Every morning, every afternoon and some weekends. He thought she was so great!! It's been very hard for him to handle, along with the rest of his family. It was incredibly heartbreaking when Cale, after leaving PaPa's house, said, "PaPa. . .Ma. . .Pa. . .Tata. . .MaMa???" I lost it. . .how do you explain to a 2 year old that she's gone. . .I burst into tears and told him that she was in heaven and we'd see her later. That pacified him and he went about his routine of trucks and garage doors.

Although I wasn't born into her family, I'd spent over 6 years of dinners, holidays and birthdays with her. And as I always do in hard times and good, I turned to music and writing. Two songs came to mind: Farther Along and It Is Well.

Farther Along. . .Farther along we'll know all about it, farther along we'll understand why. Cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine. We'll understand it all by and by.

It Is Well. . .When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot thou has taught me to say it is well, it is well, with my soul.

And then this came to me and I'll end with it. May God bless Peggy's soul and I pray for strength for everyone touched by her presence on this earth.

You had a way about you,
We call it MaMa's Way
The way you made your loaves of bread,
For anyone any day.

The things you held dear to heart
Like Tarzan, Caddies and Kismet.
You always had open arms for any
babies that you could get.

Your cooking surpassed everyone else
We think that's the reason we're fat,
And you never sat down to feed yourself,
Instead you'd sit just to chat.

Your passion for the slot machines,
Oh how you loved to win!
Your way of toying with PaPa
And your mischievous ornery grin.

But Saturday came and in the silence
You headed down a new road
Where there are no worries, there are no tears
You have no heavy load.

So now we have to say goodbye
We have to let you go
But we'll always have the memories
Of the time we spent, I know.

Our selfishness wants you back on Earth
But the thought that brings us peace,
Is picturing you with your loved ones
And Little Michael on your knees.

Posted by piperdanaiok at 10:52 PM CDT

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Rules. . .good or bad?
I was raised believing that there were rules and you were to follow those rules specifically. Apparently not everyone in the world was raised by my mom and dad so they don't exactly know this!

I just don't get why people think the rules don't apply to them?!?!? First example: You're eating at a buffet. It boldly says "NO SHARING TOLERATED" yet these IDIOTS try to "sneak" stuff to the other non-paying customers then want to get all up in someone's face because they think that sign doesn't apply!! Like I said, IDIOT!!

Second example: Driving. Now listen, you really shouldn't get me started on people driving. I really kind of have a sort of phobia in regards to cars and driving and can stand on my soap box for hours on end. But I pulled out of mom and dad's driveway today and slowly (so Cale and Oma can have their round of hide-n-seek) pulled away from the house. Next thing I know, a truck comes TEARRRRRRING around the corner and although I'm moving, he tries to go AROUND me!! Ummmm. . .what?!?! Then slams on his breaks and rides my butt like a dog in heat. We are in the middle of a freaking neighborhood hello!!!! The ironic thing is this isn't all that uncommon in their neighborhood. It's filled with stay-at-home-moms with too much money and too many plastic surgery/botox/yoga appointments to attend so they are ALWAYS flying down the road in their spiffy SUVs that they shouldn't be given a license for. (wow, that was an awful long sentence!!)

Third example: You're at a restaurant and it clearly states "WE DO NOT ACCEPT CHECKS" and the MORONS beside you go to pay with a check. The conversation that ensues:
Waiter: I'm sorry ma'am, we don't accept checks.

Moron: WHAT!?!? What do you mean you don't take checks.

Waiter: I'm sorry, we accept cash and credit cards.

Moron: I don't keep cash on hand and credit cards are BAD for you! Why didn't you tell me you didn't take checks?

Waiter: Well ma'am, it states on the entryways and the menus that we don't accept checks.

Moron: *as she pulls out wads of cash that she supposedly doesn't carry and mumbling* I don't see why you can't take my check. It's a good check. You should have told me that you wouldn't accept my check. I didn't know that the signs meant you don't accept MY checks.

Waiter: (or probably what he's thinking) Yeah you're right you fat broad, we should have had a sign posted that said "HEY STUPID MORON LADY IN THE PURPLE PLAID PANTS FROM 1973 THAT FIT YOU WHEN YOU WERE 9, WE DON'T TAKE YOUR FREAKING CHECKS SO COME BACK WHEN YOU APPLY FOR A CREDIT CARD AND PREFERABLY ALSO AFTER YOU SHOWER!"

Stupid people. . .one of my pet peeves. I am so going to make a blinkie that says I HATE STUPID PEOPLE!!

Hmmmm. . . . .
I endured a very interesting moment in my life last night. I was sitting here at the computer and read Miss Doxie's blog (read at your own risk!!!). Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm not funny!!! There I was sitting in the glow of the computer screen at 11 o'clock at night trying to muffle laughter. Shoot. . .I thought I was funny until I read her encounter of Chao Camp!! I'd always thought I was funny. I cracked myself up so why wouldn't everyone else laugh along with me??

So after I have this epiphany, I walk into the kitchen, fix a glass of water and in walks Chris. I just turn around and say, "Hey! I'm not funny!!" He's all, "Huh?" And I'm like, "Dude! I thought I was funny!! I think I'm pretty freaking funny but I'm not!!" And then he's like, "Huh? Who says you're not funny?" To which I tell him, "I SAY I'M NOT FUNNY!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I WASN'T AS FUNNY AS I THOUGHT!!!!?????" Then I stomped my fat butt down the hall to bed.

As I got ready for bed I started contemplating my lacking humor. Here's what played out in my head (try to stay with me): I think I'm funny. . .Cale thinks I'm funny but he's 2 so he doesn't count. . .mom and dad think I'm funny. . .Carly thinks I'm funny and her friends and Jason think I'm funny. . .yeah, I'm funny. . .but I'm just not as funny Miss Doxie. . .my friends on the board think I'm funny. . .they are my friends aren't they?. . .I mean, you only tell your real friends about when and how you bd. . .yeah, they're my friends. . .but do you know their last names??. . .ummm. . .mostly NO. . .weird. . .I have a ton of friends that have no last names and in my mind no homes. . .they all live mysteriously in my computer screen. . .good thing I don't have a flat panel screen. . .not much living space there. . .hmmmm. . .I'm a freak

See. . .I should just be labeled "SPECIAL" and go on with my life and leave you all in peace.

Ahhhhh. . .heck, dudes! I'm as funny as I think I am! ;)