tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50756708570173707862024-03-05T03:04:21.166-08:00I just want to be me...We are all so busy in life trying to be what everyone else wants.... I just want to be ME.NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-68480408271578577522019-12-06T12:00:00.002-08:002019-12-06T12:00:29.921-08:00A little help..<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Hey y'all. Right quick, my Navy brat is just that. A Brat. So that what her name is in my phone now. She is graduating from "A school" next month and her rank will be Petty Officer 3rd Class. Proud of her. Then she starts Power School, not sure how long that is, over a year I know that.. Then Prototype School I THINK that's on a ship or a sub, again, not sure... seems I don't have clearance for that Clarence. Anyway, I've started a new blog, since I'm workin for myself now. I'm hoping those of you that are following this one, might be kind enough to take a look over yonder at that one.. if you are so inclined to help a sista out. You know, call it a Christmas present? Here's the link: <a href="http://www.theaffiliatemarketingchick.com/">www.theaffiliatemarketingchick.com</a> and there's some photos of some offroading after thanksgiving and stuff.. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>AND I'll leave you with a nice little recipe for Christmas.. Love to All!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Christmas Whiskey Cake</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">1 cup butter</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">2 cups sugar</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">6 large eggs</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">2 teaspoons baking powder</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">3 cups flour, sifted</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">1/2 t. salt</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">1 cup bourbon</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">1 pound pecans, chopped</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">3 cups white raisins (or use candied fruit)</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">1 t. nutmeg</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">AND</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">~ a very LARGE bottle of bourbon whiskey ~</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">First, sample the whiskey to check for quality.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Assemble all of the ingredients. Check the whiskey again.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Repeat this step.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Turn on the electric mixer and beat one cup of butter in a large</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">fluffy bowl. </span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Add one teaspoon of sugar and cream until beat.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Make sure the whiskey is still okay... try another cup.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Turn off the mixer. </span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Beat six leggs and add to the bowl,</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Then chunk in the cup of dried flut. Mix on the tuner.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Throw in two quarts of flour. Gradually pour in the cow.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Add 2 dried anything.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">If the fried druit gets struck in the beaters, pry it loose with</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">a drewscriver. </span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Sample the whiskey and check it again for tonsistency.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares???</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Check the whiskey again.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Now sift the nutmeg and strain your nuts. Add one table.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">And the spoon. Of whiskee. Or something. Whatever you find left.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Grease the oven.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Turn the crake pan to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Pour the oven into the batter. Throw the bowl out the window.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Lick the batter off the floor.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Bake 300 minutes at 50 degrees.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Finish the blobble of whishy and flow to bed.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Merry Holidays!</span></span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-53196338949465291832019-11-07T14:53:00.000-08:002019-11-07T14:55:32.275-08:00Life is good... ish...<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Well.. Here we go again. She didn't go to college. She didn't have a dorm room to set up. She didn't leave home to go to school. I on the other hand, left the damn near most expensive state in the country, (Cali) and started over. I am very glad I did. She came with me for less than 2 weeks to help me get situated. Then, she went to Hawaii to spend time with her Dad before College started. She went paddle boarding, fishing, and hiking.. She had a blast. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>I unpacked, and got ready to start a new job. Sounds about normal. ish. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Then she said she wanted to leave Hawaii after 2 months, and come back "home". I thought she meant MY home. So I got her a ticket back to Cali, she was going to get her car and head to me. Ya, that isn't the happy ending I was looking for. She decided she isn't going to college. Nope, it's not "my thing" she said. Full ride. Paid for. And she turned it down. She stayed in California for almost a year, living with different friends from high school. She worked to have her own money.. she was happy. I thought.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>THEN came the news. I want to join the Air Force. Ok, that's fine. She could learn something during her time there. 1/2 way thru that process, she changed her mind to join the Navy instead. She went thru about 3 months of meetings, and all kinds of stuff. She went to boot camp (in Illinois) on the day that would have been my mom's 65th birthday. Long story short, she scored very high on the entrance test (ASVAB) that she is now in Nuke School. It's better than nothing, and she's happy to have made her OWN decision. Not what Grama wanted, not what Mom or Dad wanted, HER decision. And she couldn't be happier. It is tough she said, schooling.. but she wants to be in the belly of a submarine for her "job." I'm still on the fence about that. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>I however, had the job I moved for. Then, they ran out of work. I got another job, and had more than one boss, and I could never finish anything because the other boss gave me more work. That didn't work out. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>At All. So, I quit and decided to start working for myself. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>I have a few companies that I'm working on, that I should start seeing dividends beginning of 2020. I'm happy. I get to spend time with my dad for 6 months of the year (when it snows 6 feet at his house he comes down here).</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor." -Eleanor Roosevelt</span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-35986351468632597612018-05-30T09:27:00.000-07:002018-05-30T09:27:11.210-07:00So many changes.... Again.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I don't even know where to begin. Everything, literally EVERYTHING is changing. She graduated. High School. She's leaving for college. In another state. Like gone. Away from me. I'm alone again. I'm back to when I left my house when I was 17 years old, leaving my parents home for the first time, and I'm freaking out. WHY am I freaking out?? Sure she is, as she should be, she's going to miss her friends, not me, her friends, as it should be of course, but why I am I freaking out? Yes, I'll miss her. It's been the two of us for the last 15 years, I think growing up together, but this time it's different. I left home with the world waiting for me. Ready to do some damage or so I thought. Here. I. Come. I was ready. I've spent the last 18 years pretending to raise a child, and now she's going off to college, and I'm leaving Ca to move to another state because WHY do I need to stay here, there is no one here for me, she's gone, but I'm leaving, to start my life. My. Life. And I'm scared. To death. What the entire hell is wrong with me? I am a grown ass woman for fks sake! I own GUNS, I can take care of myself and yet, I am scared? Fearful? Yes. I am. And I think it's normal and maybe even ok. I've been alone raising her so it has to be normal for me to feel like this, some part of that "empty nest" bullshit or whatever. Don't get me wrong, I am SO HAPPY for her, she NEEDS this to live her life, and I am happy to finally start my life again. I already have a house, a job lined up making more money etc.. so it's all good, but living alone. Again. That has me a little spooked. I have my trusty .9mm gun to keep in my room but I think once I move, I might need to pick up a couple more to keep in other places in the house to get a little more access to, "if" the need arises.. you never know living alone, you need to "feel safe" ;)</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I'm glad to finally be able to leave Ca and get out of this tax rich hell hole once and for all, and start a new life.. meet new people (somehow) and force myself to get out and do things. That one will be tough for me to do, but I need to find a way to do it. I really want to take a pottery class and a cooking class.. My kid seems to think I am going to die once she's gone since she likes to feed me, and I won't be able to fend for myself.. um hello?? Ever heard of Top Ramen?? HAHA kidding, that shit is nasty. My mom used to make the best cheese on toast in the broiler, and that was just delish.. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Anyway, I can't wait to move, 2 more weeks.. I have a pool, so I am VERY happy, that'll help with my back, and my dog.. I can't wait to take her to the shelter to meet a new friend to bring home so she has a buddy.. THAT will be a feat in itself. She hates the world accept me and "sissy" so we'll see how that goes. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Having my current job (that I will temporarily retire from this week) actually "let me go" along with the entire California plant is such a blessing. We get so stagnant in our lives, and I am THE WORST with change. I'd be so content staying right where I am and not leave or move on for years. But the takeover has forced me to do the opposite. I HAVE TO LEAVE, along with everyone else. It's sad, bittersweet and a challenge and cleansing to say the least and it couldn't have come at a better time with her going off to college. It's funny how you think "Oh no, NOW what am I going to do, how am I going to get by" etc.. all these thoughts.. I couldn't sit around and do that. I am ONE income. I had to just DO something, so I literally picked a state, I made plans, but, those plans changed, I picked another state, found a house, put down my deposit, set up all the utilities to be turned on, and started the ball rolling. Sent out my resume, and within a week, was offered a job. After a couple weeks, that job fell thru, they needed someone sooner. So I paid to have my resume professionally redone (waste of money, turns out) only to have the original job call me back to offer me the job AGAIN and send me a contract which is now signed, and ready for me to start work. I know that everything works out somehow, I ALWAYS tell her that, which she doesn't believe until she sees it happen. I don't always believe it either, I usually have to see it too, to reinforce that I believe it myself. But I do know, it happens for a reason, even if it's not a good reason. This time, it just worked out and I couldn't be happier. Even losing my job, I couldn't be happier because it forced me to go move on to something different. 15 years at one place, with no moving up ... it's time to move "on". </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>She's staying in a dorm for the first year, and deathly afraid she won't make friends, which is just ludicrous. She's crazy. Her dorm mates will be her first mates the minute she gets there!! I know she won't have any problems, but she won't listen to me, then says "I already have my friends here!, I don't need any more friends".. I tried to explain that you make friends ALL THRU LIFE! Work friends, high school friends, college friends, ALL sorts of friends, but you only KEEP a handful of REAL friends that you'll carry with you for life. Those ones are the ones you keep with you always. HOW do you get it thru her head that she DOESN'T know better and that I KNOW EVERYTHING? (no, I really do). If ANYONE has any ideas that I can TELL her to help with this, I'm ALL ears. Sidenote: I've already told her *most* college freshmen are just as afraid as she is and just as worried about making friends and this big scary world etc, besides the crazy ones that are all excited to get out of the house and think they are ready for it. Any input is welcomed.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>So, time for both of us to move on for our reasons, whatever they may be, to better ourselves even tho I will miss her every single minute of every single day and night until I see her again. I hope she doesn't delete the Skype app after a week. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"Everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I wish I knew what that reason was" ~Unknown</b></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-30705161256773311012017-09-26T10:38:00.001-07:002017-09-26T10:42:47.137-07:00it's been 10 years... <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>It's been 10 years now. 10 long years since I started this thing. And stopped. Then started again. And stopped again, and you get the picture. I'm supposed to be committed to it. And I am. Kind of. I look back at 10 years of posts, before I mentioned anybody by name, and spoke a lot about "the kid".. Looking back and reading all the old posts.. I had a lot of insight. I feel like I've become so jaded. It's a little sad. And depressing. Is it because of where I work? Friends? People no longer friends? Why is that? I think over time, it just happens to everyone eventually. So much has changed over the past 10 years. Shit, so much has changed in the past year, hell even in the past 6 months! I am AMAZED, dumbfounded even at how much things constantly change. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>To name a few, I am back in touch with one of my closest friends, because I found out from one of the kids, that she might have brain cancer. REALLY?! Cancer? Long story short, it turns out to be a tumor that can't be removed. We are too young for this sort of shit! Brain tumors.. no. Not to people we know. During the process of this, in talking to my brother, things seemed "off". Off in a way you kind of know in your gut something is wrong. Since he is really the only person in my family I "talk to" on the regular, I did some "googling" like everyone says to do, and I found an obituary.. Of my Mother's passing. So there's that. Granted, I didn't talk to her much but to find that on the internet, is difficult, so I found the strength to call my dad, and finally after a few days got a hold of him and found out the details of her passing (4 days shy of her 64th birthday). Another Brain thing, aneurysm. It was rather quick and for that I am so grateful, I'd hate to have heard she suffered as she had during her life. Anyway, I also found out my brother married, four days later, ON my mother's Birthday, which He told me about, however, he FAILED to mention her passing..(I didn't know of her passing when he told me he had married, I found out after he told me of his marriage et al, that's where things seemed "off" and I found the obit) Ok, so that placed a rather large wedge between us, and I immediately ceased speaking to him for a few months. Not sure why he felt that necessity, but that's on him and I'll never find out why because I'll never ask. (As of this posting today, we are speaking (read: Texting again) He received 50/50 custody of his now 3 or 4 year old son last month, which is fantastic, and I'm very happy for him, and I also just found out that his new wife is wait for it.... Pregnant. Between them, they'll have 5 kids. Congratulations. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>So... on my home front... let's see... I'm still working (part time right now (furlough time) it is what it is, I kinda like that day off even if it is unpaid, it's not too bad.. and studying to take on another job, because let's face it.. in this economy who's not out there trying to get a second or third job nowadays! Especially in a ONE income household.. The kid got her first job, I am so proud of her!! She's learning how to deal with bosses and that you can't talk back to them like you can to "mom" and that it sucks. However, one of her bosses called her "a 1/3 of a person" the other day and I about blew a gasket. She said she was ok, and I told her "Oh Hell No you are NOT ok, that is NOT ok, and bosses are NOT to condescend you like that, and should be reprimanded!" So she did speak to another boss, and did get that taken care of, thankfully. She is learning "office politics" and oh she does not like it but she's learning to handle it. It's fun to listen to. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>She's a senior this year, and getting ready to apply to college. I can't believe she's going to LEAVE me. For reals. LEAVE. As in and entirely different STATE. But, she'll be closer to grandparents so she's ok with it. Uh, what am I? Chopped liver?! Thanks a lot! </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>She's driving now.. She has a Honda Accord (Used) that she just loves.. we've had to replace some parts, and spend some of her "paychecks" that she's not too thrilled with, but I explained, "That, my dear, is LIFE". We have things that break, we have to spend our money. Of course I helped her to pay for it, but I won't be around forever, when she's off to college, so we are working on a budget now, to save save save! She doesn't like having only $20 a week to "waste".. she'll learn. I just want to teach her EVERY possible thing I can before she leaves for college. It's not like I haven't had 17 years to do it, I feel like I have to cram so much into such little time. I've tried to be hero, all these years, I want to be HER hero, but she's got this I think? Does she? Will she? I know she'll call me every day, but she won't "need to" I think it'll be more for me, maybe equally for her, I don't know. She's stronger than she thinks. She wrote a paper for school and said I was her Hero. But I don't know, I don't think so anymore. I think she's becoming such a strong young woman, she just doesn't see it yet. She will, soon enough. Right? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Anyway that is just in the last 4.5 months. Like I said, so much has changed. I can't even remember a year back. So we'll just leave it at that. Oh and I am talking to my dad more and I couldn't be happier, he is </i><u><b>MY</b></u><i> hero after all. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-65573903051795941202016-10-11T11:06:00.001-07:002016-10-11T11:14:26.984-07:00Couple updates<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Being old still sucks. :) just kidding.. so all that stuff I was trying to help my face stop the melting process, didn't work.. nothing did.. my face is still falling off and the only thing that is going to help that will be some "procedure" that costs me thousands.. HOWEVER I did decide on THE doctor to go to once I can afford it, Dr Simon Ourian. Ya, he's in LA, but it might be worth the drive if he can reverse the melting process... can ANYONE do that!?!? Anyway, I HAVE found a few products that ARE working for me.. I mean, I am a little lucky in that I'm 42 wait, am I 43 now? anyway, 40~ish, and I have very little if any wrinkles. Awesome except my face is still melting. ANYWAY, what I found that I LOVE is a few new things I didn't mention before. First, Cleopatra really did have it goin on. Like crazy what she did and even crazier, I am doing it. I am THE biggest skeptic I know. SO I research the shit out of everything. I like to learn, and then of course share with others. :) it's just my thang. Anyway, I researched "shaving" my face. You know all the questions, will it grow back thicker, will it be black, etc.. nope, nope and nope. it's AWESOME. And, when I mentioned it to a few of my gals, THEY ALREADY DO IT! I'm like, what!?! I thought I did everything first?? No, seems some have been doing it since like high school.. Ok, now that stung a little. Anyway, I tried those little straight razor jobs like this: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">That wasn't too bad, just took quite a bit of time to work with... however, I have found the HOLY GRAIL for a woman face, to not only remove facial fuzz, but also exfoliate and get rid of the top layer of GUNK on your face!! It's AMAZING! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This my friends is DERMAFLASH.. and it's the bestest thing like ever. After you charge it, you pop in the one time use blade, turn it on and clean off all the fuzz and dead skin off your face, once a week. I LOVE this, it makes all my serums absorb better, and it allows my foundation to go on flawlessly.. Speaking of serums.. I found the one brand that works for me. The L'oreal didn't work, so I tried Paula's Choice. It's AFFORDABLE for us Single Mom's and just everyone that wants great skin care at a price that I don't mind spending every couple months.. There are many products in the line, but I use specifically "Resist" items in the line.. like the 10% weekly AHA to resurface the skin.. it's wonderful. I use a nightly AHA and a daily BHA as a leave on exfoliator. Moisturizer is wonderful, but the Hyaluronic acid is Fabulous! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Can't give away ALL My secrets at once, but I have a few more up my sleeve.. You should really take a look at these items (No, I am not paid for ANYTHING) these are just my honest opinions after trying so many things out there, and basically tossing them, or giving them away.. THESE work for my 40~ish skin and I LOVE them for it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">ONE MORE THING.. I don't care for any of Kylie's lip paints, they don't last, and they BLEED.. I do like Kat Von D but the stain REALLY works.. I FINALLY found my all time favorite so far, and that is from Jeffree Star, and it's called ANDROGNY.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-25450202292052091432016-05-12T08:23:00.002-07:002016-05-12T08:23:23.043-07:00This 'n that... <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being old sucks. Well, ageing sucks. It appears (to me) that my face is falling off of my skeleton and it's depressing. I of course didn't have a very good teacher, so I didn't know to use sunscreen at a young age, or to stay OUT of the sun.. so of course I would slather on the baby oil and bake like a turkey out in the sun as a teenager. That did me NO favors. Age spots, wrinkles and such.. no bueno. So in my mid 30's I started using moisturizer and closer to 40 I started with SPF. I just gotta say Thank GOD my daughter has me to now warn her of all the things I didn't know then. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But back to me.. I didn't do much with my face, but over the past year, as I began to do more... I started noticing that gravity my friend, works!! And it too sucks. Boobies start sagging... then your face.. So I started a list of all the things I've tried that didn't work for me. And what has. I LOVE argan oil. Especially Josie Maran Argan Oil Light. Absorbs in quickly and it is really hydrating. That coupled with Milk of the same line, just fabulous. But it isn't enough. I did so much research on expensive, as well as cheap alternatives for facial serums and creams. I read about Jennifer Flavin's (Sly Stallone's wife who I GUARANTEE uses botox, fillers and probably an eye lift) line of Serious Skin Care Eyetality Total Eye Transformation and the reviews were just amazing! People saying their eyelashes and eyebrows were growing out of control! (Ok, so my over plucked over the years eyebrows are a WHOLE nother story.. for maybe never.) So of course, let's try that!! My first question is this: How LONG do you try a product before you decide it doesn't do anything? Personally I want to see IMMEDIATE effects of something. Instant gratification is what I want. For everything. I did not get this here. I used it for about 2 weeks, and nothing. Sure it moisturized, but I still had puffy under eyes every morning. So no, that didn't work. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did some more research and read that L'Oreal Revitalift items were supposed to be FABULOUS for a less expensive alternative. Look, I'm trying to lift up my "jowels" where my cheeks are trying to beat my chin in sagging. So the FACE revitalift did nothing. However, that said, the Double lifting eye cream.. THAT did something. I have hooded eyes. So in the last 20 years, I've not seen my eyelids. Not sure I even have them at this point, as I think with age, they just disappear. Well, this stuff actually LIFTED my eyelids! a smidge. Not enough. I need something of an EYE LIFT but in a jar/serum, not a knife. Speaking of eye lift.. I read about a product out on the market.. NuFace. I've SEEN it work and it DOES WORK~ But, at a cost.. One that I can't afford sadly. Single Mom and all that, but I am saving up for it. It's one of those things, use it 5 minutes a night and keep on it, and they'll stay UP.. and my "Jowels" will stay up too, and it's INSTANT GRATIFICATION! Something I live for. That is my next "big purchase" (my first being my clarisonic face brush that I LOVE) Ok, back to the serums et al. Started a new system by Peter Thomas Roth. It has some kind of peel, and then some laser free eye and face "gels" that are made with Dragon's blood... so far, I love it.. All of the pieces. It is WONDERFUL and my face feels so soft, and NO PUFFY under eyes.. it's IMMEDIATE! I will give this system a month or maybe more to see if it can undo gravity's EVIL wrongdoings to my face... Stay tuned.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">OH, FYI: I LOVE using Kat Von D Exorcism matte lip stain. I think it's about a $20 dollar bill. Found a deal on the new "Kylie" lip kit in "kourt". SAME DAMN COLOR as exorcism and Kat Von D's is WAY cheaper and stays on longer... In case you were wondering. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-43979965995077286032015-06-22T06:51:00.002-07:002015-06-22T07:00:34.319-07:00It's been awhile...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Ok, so it's been a year. Maybe over a year. A lot that has happened, but today I just wanted to show y'all a project I recently completed. I'm doing more of what makes </i>ME <i>happy, and I'm loving it. I've been redoing furniture. I've done a few so far, and this one just made me happy. I found her at GoodWill and gave her a face lift. I've been wanting to buy some Annie Sloan chalk paints, but they are pretty expensive, so I've been using American Decor and their waxes. On this project, I used American Decor Everlast chalk paint, and I was able to buy 4oz samples of Annie Sloan clear and dark waxes so I used those to finish the piece. I also sanded down the top and re stained it in Kona and completed it with Polycrylic on the top. I love it. I can't decide if I can find somewhere to put her, or if I'm just going to sell her. I need to purchase a compressor and some nail guns, so who knows. </i></span><br />
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NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-91419576121178702762014-04-14T13:49:00.002-07:002014-04-14T13:53:30.267-07:002014... So Far..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Well, we moved.. So far so.. ok, not so good. The move itself was fine. It was kind of nice to move from such a HUGE house to something more manageable. IF she'd only help MANAGE it. :\ It's soo small, anything out of place and it looks like a cluttered mess. I'm ready to rip her hair out (what's left of it) and sit on her, and honestly I don't even know what to do anymore. She won't listen. She pretends to, and says "Ok, Mom, got it".. blah blah blah. Whatever. Anyway, seems I wasn't all that smart moving DOWNSTAIRS. After living in the house, (2 stories) and my knees getting worse, I figured downstairs is perfect. Until the lelefants moved in above me. WHO DOES LAUNDRY AT 4AM!?!?! Or HAND washes dishes at 1am?! Someone up there is really into some kind of twerkin, zumba, hip hop, stomponthedamnfloor dancin shit, and it SUCKS. I have tuned much of it out (having kids makes that easier) but she constantly complains about them. And my poor Mojo, if they drop something up there, Mo instantly jumps up and looks around like some stealth FBI dog or something. She's gonna die of a heart attack. She's done SOO good with being potty trained, she holds everything until we get home and then we take her out and she's good. Sometimes tho she'll wake me up at 2am to go out, but it's cool because she's not shit in the house or anything for 2 weeks so far! It is SOOO hard not having ALL my dogs, I won't go into it, because it still hurts too damn much... So, I'm looking into spending the extra $300 or so that I wanted to SAVE every month, and moving to the 2 br 2 car garage. Bottom floor is the garage and washer / dryer. Middle is kitchen, dining, living room, her room, bathroom and walk in closet, and MY room is the top (QUIET) with the loft and my bathroom and bigger walk in closet. I say I am HOPING to do this. I've been there 2 weeks, and it's just too small, and the lelefants will drive me mad. I talked to the leasing office and now just waiting to hear what the mucky mucks say about it. Cross your fingers!!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Tomorrow is back to court. Yay.. (laced heavily with sarcasm). </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>We went last month, where I turned in pages and pages of everything going on etc... and he showed up with no lawyer. Seems he got dropped. Quelle Horreur. NOT! It was bound to happen. Anyway, seeing as he had no lawyer he played stupid and said he didn't know HOW to turn in the requested papers that he needed (with over a month to FIND HELP, WHATEVER LOSER). So the "sub" judge that day decided that we needed to go back to mediation and that the kid needed to as well, and let's all meet back "tomorrow". I put in my papers for her to see him every other Saturday 8 am - 8 pm. That's it. Since she HASN'T seen him since last year, she's on HONOR ROLL. She's not stressed about him, she concentrates on her homework and DOES IT etc... I see no need for week day visits just so he can yell at her... again. Now, after she went to her mediation and told me what she said to the lady, I don't THINK he'll actually get any because even when he sent the sheriff to my house, to make her go see him, the sheriff said "We can't make her go, you have a good night" and left. So... we'll see what they say. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Found out a good friend of mine is going to be divorcing. He left her, no reason why nothing. Just "I'm done". I personally can understand that, because that was me when I left. I was DONE. Seems he's lied and there is someone else, after repeatedly denying it. Long story short, caught him. And what's worse, it's a friend of Hers. :'( So, spending time with her, doing what I can to be supportive. And I have court tomorrow for my own crap. Easter is next weekend, and we were invited to go the Havafew for it. (Not taking the boat out tho). We decided to go (yesterday) and today I thought about it, they will be gone, so bug and I can be home this weekend and NOT have to do anything for anyone. We can go to the community breakfast with the Easter Bunny and just do "our thing" and talk and get back to some kind of "normal", together. Whatever </i>that <i>is.</i></span><br />
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NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-10397521043488169542014-01-21T10:59:00.000-08:002014-01-21T11:00:19.054-08:002014.. The year of "Sacrifice"<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>2013 was quite the year. A LOT of changes, tears, heartache, happiness, you know a "Typical" year. Donor hasn't been much help with the kid. She is AMAZING. In the past month or so, she and I have laid out her game plan for High School (she starts later this year), and the majority of high school (10 - 12th grades) that she will also be taking college courses so that she can graduate High School with her diploma, as well as her AA in something chemistry related she says. She hasn't seen "him" in a couple months. Not even Christmas. Stopped seeing her during the week back in august of last year, and only a handful of weekends here and there, some of which he took her to friends, and didn't actually "see her". He's not the point of this anyway. Saw my brother for the first time in years, only to have him USE ME yet again, and I fell for it. I'm an idiot. I gave up a LOT of my time, and energy and me in general last year. Taking a look at my life and finances, there is no way for the kid to go to college. Well, without taking out loans etc, and I can't buy us a home. The point is, I have to save a LOT of money to get her to college. I had no help growing up from MY parents really, so I will make sure I do whatever I can to get her where she wants to go professionally.. I don't know if my parents didn't do much to help because they had 3 kids or what.. but MINE (kid) has a bank account and is learning how to manage her money etc and she's just as excited as I am for what is to come. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Here comes the year of sacrifice... With my job and where we live, I can't afford to save squat. So we are moving. For anyone that really knows me, this means usually I move wherever I can take my entire family. I can't just move anymore because I feel like it. Or like my dad used to say because my apartment got dirty.. I have to move logically.. Can the kid get to school? Do I know someone that she can hang out with before the long ride to school? Is there a bus? All these things have to be taken into consideration. Long story short, she and I made the decision last night, that we are giving up our beloved dogs. I'm shedding so many tears writing this just thinking of NOT having them in our lives. And it KILLS ME. I'm not only a parent to her, but to them as well. Sadly, I had to make the decision that living in a tiny 2 br apartment just us, is what we have to do, to save up money to put down for a house, and to pay for her schooling. I've not told anyone around me really, except my bff so that the kid can hang out with her in the morning before school, but that's it. One the one hand I can literally feel my heart breaking into a million pieces, not having my dogs to greet me every day, and wake me up at 2 am to go outside to pee. I've had them since they were babies.. BUT I KNOW they will find a good home. I already imagine where they will live. Will they think I just up and left them? THAT is THE worst feeling I have right now. That is killing me. I need to take a break for a minute.. the tears won't stop.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Anyway, will they understand that I have to do what I have to do for her and our little family? I looked at other places that TAKE pets.. they are both over 50lbs.. bottom line, I have tried to figure out a way, and I don't have a choice. Once you feel your heart actually break, it is REALLY hard to stop the tears from falling. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>We are selling all of our things, paying off all debt (a whopping 3 grand without my car)... and save every single penny, increase my credit score, and buy a home for us. We are soooo excited for it, and understand we do have to sacrifice everything this year, so that next year can be perfect and awesome. I know there are other people worse off than me and others that have everything in the world.. I have what I have, and soon, won't be much, but I have my kid.. and that is my entire life. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>a peeled knuckle size chunk of ginger</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>some ground up rolled oats (like flour consistency)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>1/2 fresh pineapple WITH the core</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Blend it all in a big blender, it yields about 64 ounces of yummy smoothies... I usually put 1/2 in 32oz mason jars and drink one each day. 1/2 for Breakfast and 1/2 for lunch or snack. GOOD stuff... Note: I never measure smoothies.. just toss stuff into the blender... if it doesn't taste good after blending, just add more sweet stuff :)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Have a great day er'body~</i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-52839551664176494042012-11-15T08:19:00.000-08:002012-11-15T08:20:46.043-08:00EndGame..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>This is it. Tomorrow is the trial. Many of you know the situation that Dano "The Kid" and I have been on our own for a while now. Since June 2011 to be exact. Her "Dad" finally went over the edge so to speak and long story short, was charged by the state for domestic violence after Dano had to call 911 on him and have him arrested. This is not the first occurrence. This was the 5th I believe. There was another police report for a different time it happened, that time he tried to run me over AND slashed a tire. Quite honestly, I know what it feels like to not be able to "let go" of someone (NOT HIM in my case). Anyway the court took away his custody and adjusted his visitation to only day visits. No overnights for the last year and a half. She had ONE recently, as a trial. Her bed hadn't been slept in, in well over a year, she said there were spider webs etc. He "brushed off" the bed, and made her sleep there. I have thought of a MULTITUDE of ways to handle myself at the trial tomorrow. He has a lawyer. An idiot one at that. I am kind of hoping that he comes in, guns a blazing with a bunch of finger pointing and she did/said this/that blah blah. I am not backing down nor conceding however, I am not going that route. I have 100 pages of texts back/forth with him, stating A LOT. He's threatened her. He's bailed out on her for HIS COURT ORDERED weekends with her, to go to the river 2 times and to Las Vegas JUST THIS PAST WEEKEND!! I am not going in with this date he did this, and so on and so forth. I am going just speak from my heart, and lay it all on the line. After 1 1/2 years, and ZERO resolutions, compromise (except on my end, I compromised way more than I should have) we can not agree to anything. So now the judge will decide what happens. Not only that, but the judge for the last 1 1/2 years, was worthless, and tomorrow is the LAST court date with A NEW JUDGE. WTH!? Dano has told the court two times already, told HIM and the counselor that she does NOT WANT TO LIVE WITH HIM. She also wrote a letter to the court and sealed it in an envelope for me to give to the judge that states HER words. I don't know what else I can do. I don't have money to fork out for a lawyer. They couldn't say or express my feelings as a mother anyway. I'm scared. I'm scared for Dano that she just might have to live with him part time again. She cries every time she comes home. He calls her a liar, belittles her... She finally told him yesterday "I can't take this anymore.. I don't want to be with you..." As a parent, as hard as it may be, but if your child does not want to see you... WHY WOULD YOU FORCE THEM to continue to do that!??! It would be the hardest thing for me to let her go, but I would do it. For her. I wouldn't force her to want to see me. Granted, I personally, would need to be committed shortly thereafter, but that's just me. He's doing just fine with his new girlfriend and her daughter... I wish he would just move on. Anyway, this is it. Please pray for me, whatever few of you that read this.. I've given up any semblance of a life, to do whatever I can for Dano. I don't go out, haven't seen a bar to "party" for years.. I don't go to the river.. (Man, I'd LOVE to get a way!) I can't afford to do that stuff trying to feed and clothe a growing 12 year old.. Add to that some other personal issues, that have just compounded everything, I don't "deserve" a break per se, but a little Happiness for a while, would be nice. </i></span><br />
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NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-35877388053473943042012-11-07T08:49:00.000-08:002012-11-07T08:50:06.848-08:00LIES... and kids.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>LIES. I hate them. Despise them. Probably because I was so good at it long LONG ago, then it all blew up in my face. Live and learn. Now, I just will not lie. Period. If you don't like what I have to say, I'm sorry, but it's the truth. I don't have to REMEMBER what I said, or to whom, because what I say is the truth regardless who hears it. If you want to know something and expect HONESTY, then by all means, ask me. I am not all THAT stupid and I realize kids lie. But when you are MY kid, and You KNOW that I can't stand lies, WHY ON EARTH would you keep trying to do it. WHITE LIES ARE STILL LIES. Ok, yes, I am sure I've told a few white lies, perchance to spare someones feelings or something. Dano can't seem to get the truth out no matter what because "Either way, I'm gonna be in trouble". See.. No. Not true. If I ask you to do something, and you don't "get around to doing it", not a real biggie.. sure I might make some kind of grunting noise or whatever, but it is what it is.. Now, when you talk to me on the phone, and tell me flat out "Yup I did it", and then I come home and I know you blatantly LIED to me.. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN!?!? Now, you are grounded.. No bike, scooter, skateboard. No Tv, no tablet, no phone, no computer. Nothing. Nada. No you can't play with your friends. You get to sit in your room AGAIN either going thru all your clothes, socks whatever to see what doesn't fit, etc.. and think about your behaviour. Seriously. This is ridiculous She has to be bored at this point sitting in her room staring at the walls. I don't even know WHAT to do anymore. Like, I went so far as to pretty much threaten her, that when I go to trial in 2 weeks, I'll just tell the court to go back to 50/50 custody and she can stay with him again... of course she flipped out, and said no (well cried "no) etc.. so, I'm at my wits end. 12 years old sucks. No, I don't remember this age.. Hell I don't remember much of ANYTHING really growing up. I see pictures, and have zero recollection of being there. Anyway... HELP!</i></span><br />
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NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-69481742482722194952012-09-28T07:11:00.001-07:002012-09-28T07:17:56.716-07:00No change in 5 years..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>It's interesting reading back on this blog. It's been around for 5 years now. I think it's probably the longest I have been "committed" to something other than my kid or my dogs. LOL Anyway, I came across this post, I think it was my 2nd post on this blog. It's weird when you stop and think about how much life changes over the years, but when you REALLY think about it, does anything really change? This is years ago... but still fits me today.. to the T.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Trying to fall asleep at night is a pretty difficult feat for me.. once asleep, it's ok.. but it's the process of shutting down my brain in order to be relaxed enough to fall asleep that is so difficult. So last night, I was trying to slow down my thoughts and of course I started thinking again.. Trying to picture just black darkness, but somehow thoughts and images seem to creep back in, polluting my head to where it is spinning yet again. It seems days are filled with immediate thoughts and actions, where night time is where my head decides it's time to start thinking of the most mundane things that apparently I was too busy to think about during the day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I can't imagine this is insomnia, and I can't take anything at night time for fear I will be completely worthless in the morning, or I won't wake up enough if something were wrong with my daughter. </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So I continue to lay here, with thoughts dancing in my head, and worries and frets about the coming days' activities.. Sweet Dreams or nightmares? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">How do you know who it is that you are meant for? How do you know what is supposed to happen in your life? How do you know when everything falls into place? How do you know why things happen "for a reason"? How do you know where all of this will happen? You don't get to know. It just is. So now I will try to go back to sleep and stop worrying about all of this.. because it just is.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Surreal. Convoluted. Empty</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A plethora of emotions</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">haunting at the same time..</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A sea of smoke</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">fills the room</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">and burns my eyes..</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Daring tears to fall</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">my eyes close</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">until sleep finally takes over.....</span></span></div>
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NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-42994070028474518582012-09-24T09:26:00.000-07:002012-09-28T07:18:26.632-07:00Le Jardin.. <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Wanted to update on my garden. It's a jungle. In the tangled mess of the watermelon, pumpkin and cantaloupe... there are 3 watermelons still growing.. After opening that last one, I figured I'll wait a few more weeks to try this other HUGE one.. There is ONE (1) SINGLE pumpkin. FFS, ONE!!? Anyway, I did find two hidden cantaloupes TRYING to grow.. not sure if they will make it or not. I ripped out the squash plants.. they get ugly after awhile. HAHA Planted some cucumbers. I love cucumbers. How does one spell kewks is how it sounds to me, short for cucumbers?? cucs? hhmmmm </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Anyway, those will start producing in a couple weeks. The Zucchini plants are doing great.. I picked the first fruit/veggie last night and probably too late, because it was HUGE.. it was a good foot long.. :( we'll see.. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The tomatillos are starting to grow. I had no idea HOW they grew, but as you can see below, they produce the "skin" pod thingy first, which is hollow, and then the tomatillo grows "into" that. Kinda cool. :) My Grape Vine!! It looks like it's flexing muscles!! I LOVE how it grew!! haha hhmmm OH! going to plant some PURPLE tomatillo!! How fun would that be to have purple salsa!? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Still waiting on some "real" corn to show up to try, not too much longer. You can see a watermelon behind the red chili bush/tree thingy... There are a couple jalapenos FINALLY growing on the stupid plant that kept trying to commit suicide on me... Anyhoo... here are some pics for you to laugh at. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>BEHOLD LE JARDIN JUNGLE! </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Some green Roma Tomatoes</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>A singular watermelon</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The ONLY pumpkin out of the whole damn mess!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>FINALLY a tiny bunch of broccoli is showing up.. ggrrrr</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>This looks like a STRONG vine.. you know, flexing.. meh. whatever.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Oh the sneaky watermelon I found growing behind the peppers.. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Jalapenos I saved from suicide.. there are like 5 growing.. :D</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Cucumbers!!! Can't wait! </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>This is THE MESS. I can't wait to rip it all out. NO MORE MELONS of any type.</i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-87612210962248830032012-09-18T10:04:00.000-07:002012-09-18T10:52:48.436-07:00Y'all are liars... <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>You know, I had seriously really wanted to believe you guys that I am doing things re: Dano "Right". SHE just had to prove y'all wrong I guess. I swear. I am madder than a wet hen right now. I am really trying to do everything the best that I can alone. I CAN'T DO IT. She's supposed to get ALL of her homework done when she is at "his" house. Seems he can't be bothered with checking her homework to make SURE SHE DOES IT. She's 12 FFS!! Of course she's gonna try to get out of it. She did it last night. I told her "Get ALL OF YOUR WORK DONE" when she got out of my car. When I picked her up "Did you finish ALL OF YOUR WORK?" "Yup" Wrong. I even got her an AGENDA to put in there ALL of her assignments. Now, it is HIS job to be a parent and check to make sure she's doing what she's supposed to. WHY WOULD I EXPECT THAT?!?! He doesn't even "know" her anymore. I shit you not. Doesn't ask about school, friends, BOYS, NOTHING. So, why expect he would check on her school work. And therein lies my problem. I screwed up because I didn't do it either. I left it to him to do HIS JOB. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>So, this morning, she calls me (She calls me at LEAST 8 times every morning...) and she's crying. At first I think it's because I went to wake her up to get up and shower, and she pitched THE biggest fit... so I just left. Thought she was apologizing for that. Nope. She didn't do her homework. OH MY GOSH Can you believe it!? GASP! Quelle Horreur! I was pretty much beside myself. BUT, in the larger scheme of things.. it is MY FAULT. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I hate that, I hate admitting that, and saying it in my head. But, it is. So... Now, I am back to spending MY afternoons doing 7th grade pre algebra and talking about Atilla the Hun (Which I told Dano was very similar to my mother) and whatever other crap I don't care to remember about middle school. That's not fair. I am adult damn it. I don't WANT to do school work, but to make sure that SHE succeeds, and does far better than I did in life, I guess I'll just drink my beers sitting on the floor in the office, listening to whatever is on the agenda starting today. Yuk. </i></span><br />
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NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-25653137204049091802012-09-07T08:43:00.001-07:002012-09-07T08:43:41.211-07:00Am I doin' it right??<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>It finally came to a head last night. As far as I am concerned little white lies are the same as any other lie. I don't care what anyone says, it is HARD to be a single full time parent. Period. I have to be Mom and in some cases Dad too. It's frustrating, and quite honestly not fun. So yesterday, I asked Dano to put the dishes in the dishwasher away and put the dirty dishes in, feed the dogs and get herself ready for school. NOTHING happened, besides getting to school. I asked her if the stuff was done at that time, and the response was "Almost". I know what ALMOST means. Not even close, haven't touched it, what was I supposed to do again? I let it go. We got home yesterday, and I saw the dishes, and we were putting away a few groceries. Dano was going on and on about the back to school dance that is tonight. Long story short, told Dano 2 more times to get the dishes done. Didn't happen until about 7:30 last night, after I finally YELLED at her to get off her butt and do it NOW. I lost it. I told her she was a liar (technically she is) and that she KNOWS everything I've had to go thru with Donor and court for the last year, OVER a year, and this is how she is treating me. I have to tell her 5,6 or 7 times to do something that should take ONE time go make her get up and DO IT. I'm tired. I can't be the good guy (Mom) AND the bad guy at the same time. It's impossible. Last night I turned into "Dad".. and very similar to her actual one. She cried, a LOT. Hysterically even. After all I said to her, I didn't even FEEL BAD about it! I knew I was right and I was just FED UP to here with all the bullshit. She's 12 FFS!!! Anyway, she kept saying I'm sorry.. I said for what? You aren't SORRY, you are upset you got caught LYING to me... she said No, I'm sorry for disappointing you. Ok WOW. That's the worst feeling for ME personally, disappointing someone. I hate feeling that I let someone down. For whatever reason, it just crushes me. Apparently that rubbed off on her.. Thank GOD. I am not one to hold grudges WITH HER only. Everyone else, no problem. I can't do that to Dano. She stopped crying and we talked more. I apologized for yelling at her, but I said I wasn't sorry for calling her out. She told me to not be sorry that it was her fault, and she was wrong, and she has to make things right with me. And the dance.. I asked WHY I should let her go... (she was soo excited to go) and she told me "You shouldn't. I don't deserve to go".. I said you can tell all your friends how mad at me you are that I'm not going to let you go. She was shocked but she said, "No, I'll tell them I lied to you and I can't go". We'll see how that goes. It is really hard to raise a kid, by yourself. Literally, no family, no grandparents to help, no aunts or uncles to do anything... it's just "US".. I really hope I am "doin it right"... </i></span><br />
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NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-10837964540885123702012-09-05T09:03:00.001-07:002012-09-05T09:03:15.926-07:00Times change..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I am not even sure where to begin today. Yesterday I buried my dear Friend Laurie. She was 41 years young. She was my big buddy in High School. We shared a few classes together with the same teacher, Mr. Hufferd aka "Huff". He was there at the services. After it was over, the girls (Tiffany, Brittany & Shannon) and I took Huff to lunch. We had a lovely time. I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Huff who will be turning 80 about the same time I will be turning 40 next year. I was really disappointed by the lack of "friends" from HS to show up for the services. I know everyone is different and they all "have lives" to live etc.. but I can't wrap my head around, what is SOOO important in your great life, that you couldn't take a few hours out of your day to say good bye to a friend. Granted, there have been 1 </i>maybe <i>2 funerals I did not attend because I would have been a broken down blubbering mess and ruined everything. But I just can't see that what 30-40 people would have done the same at one funeral? Anyway, that has been weighing heavily on my mind today. I have no family, so to spend time with Huff listening to stories gave me a sense of "family" again and that was very comforting to me. I miss Laurie. She was at my house last for a gathering of friends before I moved. Those happen now and again, but it won't be the same without her. I think I'll have to do another one anyway, around Christmas time, and host friends that ARE still around.. My brain is having a hard time adjusting and many thoughts flying around. Dano saw Lauries picture on the funeral card, and exclaimed "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT WAS HER!?" I didn't think Dano remembered her, she only saw her a handful of times, and it wasn't like Dano was really interested or so I thought. She was upset at me for not letting her go with me, but I had to be Mom and made her attend school. It's just how it is. I miss Laurie's smile, and laughter, and her ability to make you smile even if you are in a crying fit. Her sarcasm taught me so well, and that will be missed terribly. I am really not sure where to go with this, I think I just needed to write it down so I didn't keep dwelling.. I can't wait to meet up with her again some day. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-445629065009362432012-08-22T10:54:00.001-07:002012-08-22T11:15:18.258-07:00My out of CONTROL garden..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I was kinda laughing last night, taking pictures of my garden... I've taken about 12 squash off there already and theres still a ton more... the corn is really starting to thrive, as are the peas.. </i>FINALLY! <i>I literally just planted the zucchini on saturday and the pic below show how big they are after just 4 days!! They were SEEDS! The tomatos are doing well, so is the broccoli. Dano's "gourds" (I still have no idea why she wanted these) are doing well also. Now. I am fairly certain that I planted the watermelon, cantaloupe and the um.. oh pumpkin WAAAY too close together, as they have created their own intermingled bed of leaves. It's been 16 days since the last post of pics of the garden. It is out of control now. For reals. In the huge mess of the melons/pumpkin, I found last night ONE single watermelon growing on a limb that has grown OUT of the garden onto the concrete. ONE. That's it. In the whole jungle, one. WTH!?!?! Oh, and also, the pumpkin. I really didn't think it would live. The roots are in the ground and look pretty homely. The vines have grown to the far left, and there, on that ONE vine, is ONE pumpkin. Again, ONE. Shit better start producing stat! Now, when I get home today, seeing as the weather has dropped a whopping 10 degrees in the last day or so (THANK GOODNESS) I will get into the garden and check out the cantaloupe. Haven't seen squat from that sucker, but a TON of pretty yellow flowers. My grape vine LIVED! I am soooo happy about that. Haven't planted it in the ground yet, wasn't sure what it was going to do, so I need to do that pretty quick... Anyway, without further ado... *Le Garden*</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-37873038539961787862012-08-06T13:51:00.001-07:002012-08-06T13:51:37.601-07:00Just stuff..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>So Dano was supposed to go with the donor to "the river" this past weekend. Long story short, she decided she did not want to go, rather get the rest of her "school stuff" together and relax before school starts this Wednesday. Many of you know, they don't really get along. Not surprising, I mean, I </i>DIVORCED<i> him for <strike>a</strike> reasons.. He was VERY upset with her, and threatened to tell her "friends" (his friends kids that he states she has already pushed away) to NOT invite her anywhere because she didn't go with him. VERY adult of him no? He also told her he is "SELLING HER STUFF".. no more bedroom for her to have. She hasn't stayed over night for over a year, but this makes me think he has no plans to change that now. :( Had to rush around Friday and left work early to take her to the Dr to get a TB test so she CAN start school this week.. (Crazy day).. so He has to run her by the dr today before 5pm to get the result and papers to give to school. WHAT a mess.. talk about pissy.. "Why do I have to do this on MY day!? Why can't YOU do it!!?" Um, hi, you are her DAD, it's part of YOUR job as a parent! Ugh.. Back to my point. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>She stayed home with me. (I was happy haha) We spent saturday relaxing, for reals, and smoked porky pigs butt again.. OH MY GOSH DELICIOUS!! Dano had the brilliant idea to use some of the roasted salsa I made last weekend on her bbq pulled pork samiches... WOW.. amazing flavors.. Then I took one of mine, and added .... Dill relish. HOLY BAT CRAP it was amazing too! LOL (I get the little dinner rolls and make small samiches with that... more fun and messy!) Kira (next door neighbor BFF) and Dano and now the gal that JUST moved into the culdesac as well, Lauren were all running amock Saturday night.. You KNOW you are old when you HAVE to stay up late on a weekend night just to not worry about your kids... ;) LOL They had a great time.. VERY relaxing for her. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Sunday am, we went to Wallyworld to get groceries.. and school supplies.. OH MY GAWD was that a hoot! There was a poor dad there ALONE shopping based off of his 4th grade daughters hand writing... I could stop here.. but, no.. Dano walked with him helping him shop while I got her stuff.. School (7th grade) did not provide ANY type of list for supplies, so I just googled 7th grade supplies, and went off that.. Hopefully we are close. ;) The guy was very grateful to Dano, and kinda hung with us in the supplies area still shopping, and I believe listening to Dano and myself.. I will embarrass her ANY chance I get, and she knows it.. She wanted something, and I grabbed the ELMO pencil box and Spiderman notebook and said if you use these, and NOT HIDE them, then you can have that.. they guy was cracking up.. He said to her, "You have a very cool Mom, be proud of her".. um, ok.. thank you. HAHA Then I was explaining to Dano about "Back in my day, things were different".. Dano tried to argue with me, and a teenage girl (closer to 20) said to Dano "Never question your Mom, she is ALWAYS right no matter what you think.. TRUST ME". HA! See!?!? Random strangers know I am right! hahhahhahahaha That cracked me up.. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>So we go to leave, and the gal at the door checking receipts is looking at mine, and I glanced at her name tag..... ~DANO~ is what it said! I showed Dano, and the two were chatting as I went to load the car.. her name is Danielle too, and has ALWAYS gone by Dano.. Now, MY Dano has decided, "I am going to just stay Dano, Mom.. not Dani, and NOT Danielle.. It'll be cool, and different".. that's my girl. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>After we got home from there, did some more gardening, and then I took all three girls to 'the river'. Figured I'd look it up, it's just the Santa Ana River that flows down from Big Bear.. it's not deep right now, but man, when it floods.. The girls had more fun than anything I've seen in a long time.. we saw a FOX crossing the river.. really pretty animal. Not afraid or anything, just played in the water and left. The girls caught "guppies" and in their attempt to put them into water bottles to bring back to MY house (because their folks would flush them), they jumped OUT of their hands into their bathingsuit tops etc.. LOTS of screaming.. and laughing on my part.. haha They had Mud throwing fights, wrestling matches, and chased each other up / down the river. That spot is my new heaven. The breeze is beautiful, it's like 15 degrees cooler than home (which is 5 minutes away) and just peaceful. Asshole people left dirty diapers and trash, so I told the girls we are bringing a big trashbag next trip to clean it up since it's like "our spot" now.. They are happy to do it. Oh, and the "next trip" is Wednesday.. after the first day of school.. They figure they will be so stressed they need to "unwind" for a couple hours.. Guess we'll be going back very soon. THIS, is MY river... :) </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>After the river, we had a nerf gun war... Of course I lost.. ;) Anyway, we had a FABULOUS relaxing weekend.. She's less stressed out about school, she's ready to go for that.. Now if she would just relax seeing "him" today. I feel bad for her... Why are people the way they are... </i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-86755476196376082132012-08-06T12:24:00.001-07:002012-08-22T11:15:40.005-07:00My dogs... and my garden..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I've been inspired to share a post about my dogs and my garden.. by my friend Nikki Crome.. She has her dogs on a diet to feed them the same healthy foods she likes to eat.. As much as I love my dogs, I never thought about this.. I mean, I've fed them stuff from my garden, but always more as a treat I think. Included in this post are pictures from my garden. Started it the second week of July and it's growing beautifully.. Inside my little haven are, Roma Tomatoes, Tomatillos, (a TON) of Broccoli, Watermelon, Cantaloupe, Pumpkin (won't be ready for Halloween tho I don't think BOO!) Jalapeno, Serrano chile's and habanero as well. Then there is some Gourds (Dano REALLY wanted to grow them, no idea why) and squash, which are already sprouting about 20 of them! Then there is a BUNCH of corn, and lastly peas. (Seems like so much more when I look at it haha) OH! Forgot the Avocado tree, and my grape vine.. :) The corn.. that didn't take off too well. The ones that were already growing, only one really "took". Planted a bunch of seeds, and holy crap within 5 days, they are all sprouting, and now they are a few inches tall already! I still want to plant Blackberry vines but those won't produce anything for a couple years. It's relaxing to be out there during the summertime, but damn it's HOT.. Gotta wait til the shade kicks in to get in there.. I think I will head back to the farmer's market and get some more veggies, and eggs, and slowly wean my furry kids off "dog food" and see how that works.. Raw meat with bones... THAT I will continue to research today as well. I knew about the cooked bones, they can't have, but raw makes a bunch more sense!! Anyway, thank you +Nikki Crome here are some pics of my garden. :) </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-90517261094556640102012-07-09T06:52:00.000-07:002012-07-09T06:53:42.293-07:00All moved in... Sorta..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>So Dano and I are finally moved in for the most part.. I still have some boxes of shit in the garage, I really need to go thru and just donate to clean up some space. I LOVE the new house. A lot. :) It's too big, but I don't care. Dano is OVER THE MOON. She has a new BFF next door, named Kira (pronounced like Keira as in Knightly) and they are inseparable. She got two puppies (well, 9 months old or so) Black mouth Cur is the breed... ADORABLE!! Love them. Well, I love all dogs... (bigger than a terrier tho, I can't stand yippy dogs... ) They are howling at night because they are new to the house.. Well, let me back up a second.. Lilah, my <u style="font-weight: bold;">BABY</u> great dane / pit mix is a SCAREDY CAT! 4th of July, she FLIPPED out during fireworks.. she'd never seen them so they scared the shit outta her :( Well, last night (a week after the holiday) I tried taking Lilah out front again. NOPE. Dragged my ass back to the front door.. Poor thing, I'll keep trying. The kids lit off LOUD ass fireworks last night.. FREAKED my baby out, AGAIN. She <strike>ran</strike> FLED into the house, THROUGH the screen door, upstairs to MY room, into my closet. I HATE that she is so afraid... long story short, I worked with her a while, and got her back outside. Then the two puppies next door started howling. It sounded soo funny to me, but poor Lilah, has her head cocked to the side, and her ears back (looks like she's in a wind tunnel)... and starts howling at them. I gave up and took her with me to take a bath and relax... I bathed, she laid in the closet watching me. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Hhhmmm that got a little off topic! LOL Back to Dano.. so she decided last night, she wants to stay home and hang out with the kids today. I'm all for that, but her dad doesn't think she's old enough to be home alone. Well, technically it's not home alone.. it's hanging out with friends in the neighborhood... and their Moms are home. (I'm jealous... I want to be home too!) As y'all know, Dano tells me everything... So last night she tells me, Mom, the girls want to try to sneak into the movies tomorrow. Ok, have fun. I don't have a problem with her doing that, but explained what happens when they get caught, and that it won't turn out well, and that she should try to talk to the girls today before attempting this, to try to sway them. I don't know if it'll work but she said she'd call me. What I wouldn't give to be her age again, and have close friends... (I didn't have any, long boring story... ) </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I hope she has fun, learns from her mistakes, and ALWAYS ALWAYS feels that she can tell me anything.. That is my biggest fear, that she will stop... and that I won't know her anymore.. She's growing up sooo fast. Anyway... Happy Monday :) </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-9351541789933480342012-06-28T12:57:00.001-07:002012-06-28T12:57:55.002-07:00Today...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>is the day. Moving day ~ ish. haha I've been packing for 2 weeks, and shit canning a bunch of stuff. Did the yard sale thing, which reminded me WHY I don't do yard sales... helped my friends move (quid pro quo, he's helping me tonight since I have NO ONE ELSE TO HELP ME).. got a concussion, cleaned, and still not ready to go! HAHAHAHA</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Back to the concussion.. so we got all kinds of shit moved in at their new apartment, and the last thing I was doing was separating the entertainment center more to accommodate their big ass television. Didn't know the "top piece" wasn't attached and it came crashing down on my head. Oh, and the force of that smashed the OTHER side of my head on the other part of the unit. Woo... that was fun. So I got the proverbial headache, and couldn't sleep that night.. Next day I was a useless wreck. I shit you not, I was on the couch, and could NOT be bothered to watch NASCAR, OR drink beer. Ya something was wrong. Vomiting ensued, pressure in my head, couldn't sleep... So long story short, took myself to the ER Monday, AFTER I went to the bank to get 3 more cashiers checks to give to the Realtor in order to get the keys to the new house. I give them to her, and she says "Oh, the homeowner is at the house, he has the keys and garage door opener, you need to go there now." Great, just what I need.. pull over by the cows and vomit on my way to meet him. Good Times!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Got my stuff, quick introductions, and "hey, this.. this and this is broken, need it fixed asap".. and I'm off to the ER. After x-rays and a CT scan, there was no bleed, just a bit of swelling. Dr said to "REST, the remainder of the week" I told him I had to work, and pack and move etc... He said "Fine, wear a helmet then." UGH. So I took Tuesday off too. Dano and I made quite a few trips to the new house, unloading kitchen stuff, and a TON of clothes. Last night, I finished up the kitchen for the most part, and cleaned the stove, oven, microwave, counter tops and back splash crap. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>This brings me to, today. Moving day. Not even CLOSE to ready. haha</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I pulled the couch apart yesterday to vacuum it. ERMAHGERD my dogs shed WAAAAY worse than me. I bought a "Sticky buddy"... piece of shit. Don't waste your money. Now I gotta but a couple of those lint rollers at the Dollar tree.. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>There are people currently at the new place shampooing carpets and stretching them. (Nice big ass lump down the middle.. ugly) Sooooo My buddy Eric is bringing a 16' trailer so we can get all the big stuff (Washer/Dryer/Fridge/couches/beds/desks/tables yadda yadda) to the new house just to leave it in the GARAGE. hhmmm Then after work, tomorrow, go back to the old house to get the rest of the trivial shit, and CLEAN some more. Oh, and paint. Since Lilah liked ONE damn spot to lay, she dirtied ONE spot on the wall. One of the 7 (SEVEN) colors of the interior of the house, and the ONLY touch up can of paint that was DRIED to a solid. Valspar is OVERPRICED and charged me like $17 for a damn QUART of damn paint. (deep breath) So tonight I guess </i></span><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm sleeping in the garage of the new house. Or at the old house, with NOTHING goin on, and sleeping on the floor. Decisions Decisions. </i><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Update: I forgot I got new Lavender "Bath salts" for my new tub... guess I'm staying at the new place tonight... ;) </i>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-67266603764595595422012-06-05T09:36:00.000-07:002012-06-05T09:36:20.379-07:00Changes.. Again..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Life is constantly changing.. we all know that. Mine seem to seriously ebb and flow way more often than it should. It's like some things I know I can count on to be the same every day, and others seriously throw me for a loop. Anyway, Me and Dano are moving June 30th. Just easier, and I will have the comfort of knowing she won't have to change schools etc.. Was planning on having a yard sale this weekend. THAT got canned because Dano has an audition for a photoshoot for a new boutique in LA. CROSSING MY FINGERS and praying to everything that she gets it. First paying gig at 12 years old! LOL Shitty thing is that the shoot, if she gets it, IS THE WEEKEND WE MOVE!! It's 6-8 hours per day sat and sun. I can't be in two places at the same time.. :( Not sure how I am going to pull this one off. I LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOVE the new house. It's beautiful! A bathub FOR ME! Not a jacuzzi one, but still, it's MINE. Candles, music and a nice glass of... who am I kidding.. a nice can of beer! Little things people.. little things. ;) I have a HUGE walk in closet that I could have a party in. I shit you not. And the LOFT.. Wow. You could put a wall up between them and have to huge bedrooms! </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Dano graduates from 6th grade this Thursday. Wow. Weird how some things seem like yesterday, and others.... not so much. I can't believe it. She's already as tall as me, and her sleds (feet) are bigger than mine. She's on track to be 5'10". WOW. I'm short compared to that. BUT, I will still kick her little butt, I don't care how tall she gets. I think I posted a while back that my 50" Mitsubishi took a shit. It turned itself off, and won't turn back on. It "clicks" like it wants to, but nothin. I am fairly certain it's the power supply. Got a guy comin today to fix it. Dano's 42" tv in her room took a shit. THIS ISN'T GOOD.. I'm moving and everything is dying on me! Getting rid of her TV because it'll cost me like $400 to fix that one.. not worth it, I'll just get another one. Wait. No. The big ass mitsubishi will go in the LOFT where all her gaming stuff is.. she don't need a tv in her room. There. Problem solved. Too bad all my other decisions/problems aren't that easy. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-53559840745972669882012-05-03T07:03:00.000-07:002012-05-03T07:04:02.131-07:00People are assholes..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Plain and simple. I am NOT a mean person. I can hold a grudge. I can cut you off without a second thought if I feel you are not a positive person to have in my life. I don't hurt people on purpose. Some ASSHOLE got a hold of my ATM debit card and information. Now, I'm PISSED.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Now, my card is still in my possession. </i></span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's such a shitting feeling knowing that someone STOLE from me and my family. Money I earned making a decent living. GGGRRRRR What I think happened is that I read about asshole people putting these reader things on the swiper thingy at say a gas station pump. When you put your card in, they are able to gather all the information from your card, and can then RE MAKE another card. I see this shit on CSI and Criminal Minds etc, but NEVER did I think I would fall prey to that shit. Yes, I use the outside gas pump thingy. And I usually only go to 2 different gas stations. A couple days ago I went to a Chevron over on Grand. I never go there. I am deducing that, that is where it happened. Ironically a Sheriffs car was behind me and we chatted up about crime etc.. THAT sucks looking back now. :( I guess after talking to the bank, they do it to those stand alone ATMs inside quik marts and the like. I "rarely" use one of those, but now I will NEVER use that again. I will take the extra time to go INSIDE to a filling station and pay inside. No more of this "Pay at the pump" shit, because eventually you'll pay out your nose, like I just did. NOW, I have to wait days for a new card, call the people that do "automatic" payments to change all that, just a nuisance. I am blessed and very lucky that they didn't drain my account. I was just telling Dano the importance of having a savings account for "emergencies". This morning she said to me "I understand now why you always want to hoard money in the savings account".. hoard.. shut it kid. LOL It is a valuable lesson in more ways than one. Makes sense they went to Michael's and spent almost $300... but WHO ON EARTH spends almost $80 at Taqueria El Rey!?!?!? PIGGY! Anyway, I was cranky last night, but happy that it could have been much worse. I will be much more careful about HOW I use my card, my money etc. I'm glad I put it on speaker so Dano could listen to it all. She was very worried that we were "in trouble" with no money etc.. she learned from this as well. People watch how/where you spend your money.. Some jackhole asshat is standing by waiting to take from you, what they refuse to work for. A decent living, paycheck and peace of mind that they are making a positive difference in the world. Shithead. This was how I looked last night dealing with the bank etc... Happy damn Thursday.. </i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>NicScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075670857017370786.post-50977302761929301702012-05-01T08:21:00.002-07:002012-05-01T08:21:55.257-07:00Things happen...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>For a reason. :) So y'all know I REALLY wanted to move to that house in Eastvale.. They chose to rent to someone else. I was seriously bummed when I found out. But I am learning more and more that things REALLY DO happen for a reason. I don't have to KNOW the reason, or even like it, but they happen. Turns out, I don't have to move... yet. Looks like the landlord got the financial mess cleaned up and therefore I get another summer with my pool. I should say my dogs pool. Its NOT heated but the dogs will go swimming ANY chance they get... so will Dano actually. HAHA It's another "good day"... it's kinda nice having more of these days than shitty ones. I hate shitty days. Tonight I decided to start back doing pilates, and trying to work out again. I hit a plateau on my weight loss, and I noticed that my butt is trying to touch the ground... Gravity sucks. (Don't ask... that bird just made me smile!! LOL)</i></span><br />
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