Halloween-Our style

As I sit here and watch the Live Ghost Hunter's episode, I decided that I would go ahead and post these two pictures. Dale & I have always went together with our respective partners to take Andrew trick or treatin', which is pretty good, considering we really don't like each other. But we do it for the sake of our kid. Anyway, years ago, when Andrew was just a baby, Dale started the tradition of putting him in the truck and taking him up and down the road my sister lives on. This happens to this day, only now, my nieces and nephews go, along with all their parents. So tonight, in Dale's new truck, an F250 powerstroke (he needed it with our asses, lol), we packed the kids up and went out. At least it was warm. In fact, it was nice enough that we just wore light jackets. Andrew refused to wear his mask. So, he went as himself and as we came home, he declared that was his last year. So did everyone else. Andrew is standing in the middle. We ended up with 10 kids in the back, along with 8 adults. Yeah, we are redneck...but the kids had fun and that's all that matters.
Erin didn't want to wear her hat anymore and no one would carry the damn dog, so, here I am...notice the doggie's outfit. Flashback to an episode of Green Acres.

And now, I'm off to finish up this episode of GH. Damn, I can't believe I stayed up this late just to watch a T.V. show, that is just messed up in so many ways.

***sorry, pics have been deleted since posted***

Budweiser, Liquor and wine, oh my!

I lost a good friend today...lmao....apparently, I have a UTI, came on this morning. Well, my nephrologist have told me time and again to drink a few beers when I feel one coming on...and of course water..ick.
So this evening, once I know I'm home, I dig into the Budweiser. I bought some last week for the same thing. I have 2 double deuces, and I'm chugging along, not thinking about it. Well, I stand up and whew, it hit my gut like a fricken ton of bricks. Not my head, mind you, my stomach. I won't go into details. But let's just say, my son now thinks beer is a poison....
So, I learned something this weekend. Sex on the Beach is not good for my kidneys.....lmao, the drink or the act....

So me & Budweiser are parting ways...apparently, liquor and I are too, if it's gonna do that to me. This sucks. At this rate, I'll end up a wino, pushing a shopping cart on the market. But hey, at least I'll have Gucci bags....

He deserved so much more...

Pedophile killer forcibly tattooed with 'Katie's Revenge'
COLUMBUS, Indiana (AP) -- An inmate accused of forcibly tattooing a slain 10-year-old girl's name onto her killer's forehead in an Indiana prison was the victim's cousin, a family friend said.Jared Harris, 22, is a cousin of Katlyn "Katie" Collman, family friend and spokesman Terry Gray told The Republic newspaper. He said he did not believe they knew each other well.Harris, 22, who is serving time on a burglary conviction at Wabash Valley state prison in Carlisle, Indiana has been charged with battery and accused of tattooing "KATIE'S REVENGE" across Anthony Ray Stockelman's forehead.Harris told prison officials the attack was in revenge, according to an affidavit.Stockelman is serving a life sentence after pleading guilty to abducting, molesting and killing the fourth-grader, who lived about 70 miles south of Indianapolis. She was missing for five days before her body was found January 30, 2005, in a creek about 15 miles from her home.The affidavit said prison officials transferred Harris to the same prison wing as Stockelman on September 19, three days before the attack, and that Harris subsequently threatened Stockelman's life several times.Harris slipped into the open cell Stockelman shared with another prisoner on September 22 and, when Stockelman returned, Harris closed the locking cell door, according to the affidavit.Stockelman told investigators that Harris put his right hand around his throat and told him, "I'm either gonna stick you and leave you bleeding or I'm gonna tattoo you." After applying the tattoo, Harris discarded the tattoo gun in a prison trash can, he told investigators.It was unclear how he had gotten the tattoo gun.

My thoughts:
I would have just castrated the fucker while I had him. Crap on that scarring him for life. I mean, who else is gonna see it anyway? Not only that, but who is gonna know who Katie is? Get him where it will effect him the most. Either that or just toss him out into the general population and say "free bitch".....
Yes I have a little bit of contempt for child molesters.....

Assorted colors

This week is Red Ribbon Week at my son's school. For those who don't know what that is, it is a week to educate kids on how to stay away from drugs and pretty much what drugs are all about. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for drug education, especially considering what I have went through and what my ex put me through. However, I think they take things too far at times.
I smoke. Yes, it is one of my very few vices. I have never tried to quit. Other than the 4 pregnancies and when I was in the hospital, I have smoked for about 10 years. Sure, I smoked in intermediate school and high school, but I didn't really "smoke" I have no doubt I am addicted; however, I smoke because I like it. I even don't mind paying the taxes on the things. But, I digress.
All week, I have been told that I am doing drugs. That's right; they are teaching our children that nicotine is a bad drug. Yes, it is. However, I don't think the schools have the right to tell MY child to tell me in every other sentence to quit using drugs. It's about to drive me insane. Ok, off my soap box to another subject, this one much more lighthearted.
Each day during Red Ribbon Week, the kids do something different. For example, today is "Crazy Hair Day" and "Wear Something Orange". So, I get Andrew an orange t-shirt. My sister calls last night, she is on her way to my house, with the spray in hair color. You see this a lot around Halloween. I didn't think much about it at the time, believing it was for Andrew next week. Oh No. That is what I get for thinking. My dear sister had the brilliant idea to spray the dye in Andrew's hair. The dye just so happens to be orange. What she failed to tell us is it also has glitter in it. Being the "good mother" that I am, I become the guinea pig. In other words, let's see what it does to Mama's hair before we put it in Andrew's, just in case.
Now, I will admit, I dye my hair. Most of the time, just a basic flat black. Due to the lovely genes inherited by my father, I started getting grey at 24. The last time I dyed it, Gary and his daughter Ashley helped. We dyed it black, and then put the bold red highlights in it. The bold red didn't take anywhere but in the back of my head. That was over a month ago, so it is in need of having the roots done.
My child takes this orange spray dye and coats my hair with it. Right down to the roots. First it was in streaks. I could handle that. It even showed up. Kinda cute, funky look for me. Then, he decides let's put a little more in there. He ends up putting it on the un-dyed roots of my hair.
So, guess what folks? This spray on dye which is supposed to wash out with warm water DOES NOT wash out with warm water. I have 3 colors, orange, red and black. I look like the poster child for fruit loops. I have washed my hair 5 times in less than 12 hours. Not only that, but I also have a beautiful glitter all over. Literally, all over. Not only my hair, but my neck, my back, my face and on my arms.
Oh, the things we will do for our children. Know what? I think I'll go have a cigarette.

She's back

As much emphasis that I place on the male friends being different from female friends, it is nice to have them. A man tore us apart (mine) and oddly enough, a man (hers) brought us back together.

The woman I speak of has been my best friend for 3 or 4 years now. Anyway, we met through ex's and stayed together when the ex's were gone. She knows me better than I know myself, and vice versa. We have partied, loved, hated and cried together. She is the true definition of a good friend.

Anyway, for those who have not yet heard of Tammy, you will hear of her frequently once again. No words need to be said between us. Just I missed you.

So Tammy, I have missed you and thought of you often. Things have changed greatly in the last month. I will catch you up over one of our long phone calls. I love you girl.

Hot damn, I'm finished....

Ok, down to 3 classes left. I think I'll end up taking psychology, abnormal of course. That will be my last class, and I'll be done with my brilliant idea of going back to college at the ripe old age of 31, now being 32, thank God I'm almost done. I have to say the last 18 months have been very hard, but well worth it.

I had 3 different friends, including a former English professor, proof my paper, give me some feedback, I just finished it and sent the damn thing in. Woo Hoo, I'm done with it.

So, I can concentrate on other things until class starts. Chess? Mmm, not what I had in mind, but that will do for now.

Learning to play chess

Strategy. Not one of my strong points. Maybe chess should not be the easiest way to practice this? Especially with someone with a military background.

I have always wanted to play chess. The brothers would never teach me. Honestly, I never had the attention span to learn. Now, I'm wondering if I have the brain capacity to retain what I did learn. I have found out now that chess is a game of scenarios. What if, what might and how do I?... These methods, I have only applied to life, not small pieces with strange names that have rules on which way they can move. But, I am up for the challenge, if Steve has patience.

The weekend went well, no drunken nights to speak of, which is fine. Maybe I just needed a weekend of peace and quiet. Last night however was a different story, get my family together and you can't get a word in edgewise. Talk about sensory overload. I can't blame someone for bolting. LOL. And with the holidays coming up, I may end up doing the same. Wonder when I became such an anti-social person? Maybe it's just with my family. Lord knows I love them all, but they are becoming a handful.

Friday is my last day of class. I only have 9 credits left. One paper due before then, and all I really need to do on that is proof it. Sure don't want to be polically incorrect :grrr: All I need is to lose points and lower my GPA. Bad enough it's at a 3.97. Then it's off to Algebra and another admin class. Who knew they would have classes on how to be bossy, I thought I had that covered years ago? Ought to ace that class....