August 25, 2011

3 times in 30 days

Yes, you read that correctly.

I have been pulled over............ 3 times in 30 days.

THAT is a new personal record for me.

It all started on July 28th. I was driving to work, gabbing on the phone with Moxie. No, I wasn't holding the phone. I had it on hands free. I leave the house every morning with just enough time to get to work, give or take 4 minutes.

I see the cop heading towards me. He actually looks down at my front license plate, put his head to the side, as if in thought, and then keep driving. Yeah, that didn't last more than a block before I see him, in my rear view mirror, turn around and head my way. Great. You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know you are getting pulled over. It sucks.

The officer pulls me over. He walks up to my car and does the whole "Do you know why you are being pulled over?" routine. I reply no and proceeds to let me know I have a rear tail light out. Ok........ and then he tells me I need to have a regular front plate. He actually asks me what the license plate says. Instead of walking around to the front of the car to see for himself.

I give him my license, registration and insurance card. He gives me a warning, tells me to get the regular license plate on the front of my car and away I go. Of course I post all over facebook after I get to work........ The funny thing was, I was actually considering taking the license plate down. I have had it on my car for 2 years, and it is pretty faded now.

Fast forward 2 weeks. I was just leaving work, early, because I had a terrible cold. I'm on the way home, and I get pulled over AGAIN! The cop comes up to my window, and as I roll down my window, I proceed to sneeze, wipe my nose, hack, cough and wheeze all over him.

He was less than impressed.......... again I have to furnish my license, registration and insurance info. Well, since the last time I got pulled over, I cant find my registration. Anywhere. Trust me. I have looked everywhere. I tore the car apart. No luck.

So, here I am, explaining my lack of registration papers. He says ok, tells me about the tail light out, and sends me on my way. No word about the license plate. So, sick as a dog, I go to the auto parts store to get the stupid tail light.

Fast forward once again to yesterday. I'm driving home from work, and I get pulled over. This is starting to get old...... guess who comes to my window? The same cop from 2 weeks ago. Just my luck.

I explain, once again, about not being able to find my registration. Except this time, I let him know that in 6 days I am going to renew the tabs and get a new registration. He asks me about the front plate, I said that since he pulled me over 2 weeks ago, I have been looking for the front license plate EVERYWHERE and I cant find it. I have a legitimate excuse....... I just moved not too long ago.

He tells me I need to go to the license plate stat, pay for my tab renewal AND new license plates because if he sees me again I will get a ticket. Damn. Guess I better get that done huh?

August 19, 2011

Lil C and the big 1-5

I am feeling really old.

Lil C just had a birthday.

He turned 15. The big 1-5. A decade and a half. Oi.

He was very specific this year on what he wanted.

He had been bugging me for 2 months before D-day about this bike.

This, my friends, is a Kink 2011 Bike. And unless you have a teenage son? You know nothing about this either! I got schooled, big time, at the bike shop here in Mtown. Apparently I had a lot to learn.......

So, off I go to the shop to pay for it, figure out how to get the thing in the back of my car......... without scratching it up.

The day of his birthday rolls around, and he is presented with the bike. He was very excited!

No pictures of the glorious moment. Since HeeHaw and Lettuce Lady where also present for the bike reveal, I decided against getting their ugly mugs in my son's photo. We can always re-create later if necessary.........

Lil C also wanted to have a co-ed party. I agreed, but I told my hormonally driven boy child that NO girls were allowed to spend the night. They had to leave by 11pm. Period.

Now, when prepping for a teenage party, and a boy at that, I had to be careful. They don't want to play games, have "mommy" hovering over their shoulder, or be told what to do.

Great. What kind of options does that leave me with? Ummmmm, none. So I did what any sane, rational person would do. I hit the grocery store.

I bought:
4 bags of chips
1 tub of Red-Vines
3 cases of pop
2 bags of Pretzels
1 large bag of candy
Red Velvet and Chocolate Cupcakes
4 pizzas
3 orders of bread sticks

Yeah. All of that for 11 teenage kids. Most everything was gone by 11 pm that night. Seriously! I think we had 2 half bags of chips, half a bowl of candy and some Red Vines left. WOW.

Being the kind of mom that I am, no explanation needed, I made them all gather for a photo op. By this time, I could only wrangle 7 of the 11 for a photo.

Trying to get them all to hold still, look at the camera and smile was no small task.

I shoved 15 candles in to the cupcake......... look at all that smoke!

We tried another photo op.......... at least we got 6 of them to smile and face the right way!

I even made Lil C use the "Celebrate" plate. Which I used when I was a kid and it was MY birthday.

This year Lil C asked for a bike. I am sure next year he will ask for a car. Donations and booze will be eagerly accepted from now on. I am going to need it.........

August 15, 2011

It Finally Happened...........

After more than a year, it happened........

On Saturday I was finally introduced to PB 's mom and dad.

Yes, that's right.

An ENTIRE year has passed, and then some since I met PB.

And I just met the parental units.

Here is how it all went down.

Friday, PB talked to his mom. She invited PB and I out to their campground spot on Saturday.

Of course I jumped at the opportunity!

I dropped the kids off that morning with Nana and Papa for a week of grandparents time. Then I rushed home, showered and changed and PB and I hit the road.

On the outside, I was calm and collected. Inside? A jumbled mess of nervous and anxiety.

PB? Just a nervous as I was.

An hour later, we arrive at their spot........

Both of his parents are SUPER quiet people. Like, wait for the other person to speak quiet.

Which, for those of you who know me, is very hard for me. I will keep talking to overcompensate. Which can be bad.......

In this case, I just kept reminding myself to relax.

Once I got that through my head, all was fine.

We spent a very relaxing afternoon at the campsite. We drove around on the golf cart, touring their little camp village. Which houses over 100 spots. It is a camping community, so people are able to leave their trailers there year round.

They have a clubhouse for kids, one for adults, 2 pools and a ball field.

We cooked dinner, laughed around the campfire and enjoyed each other's company.

When we left, after hugs all around, I felt that a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I truly enjoyed getting to know them, and was happy to have finally met PB's mom, who I had heard so much about.

Apparently, I passed inspection. Or so PB has told me.

Whew! Parental inspection is never easy.

I am glad that initial meet and greet is done. Now I can relax, and just be myself and not worry.........

August 3, 2011

PIA's People to People Trip

CHB's daughter PIA had the opportunity of a lifetime: traveling through Europe. 6 countries, 20 days and with a great organization called People to People. For more info on them, click here.

PIA has decided to blog about her adventure (which I love!).

Check out her blog here.


We have had a very W-E-T spring here in Washington. More than half of our spring soccer games were played in the rain.

If it wasn't raining, it was frickin cold, with the wind blowing, or should I say howling, through the fields. The soccer fields where Doodle played are always windy........ which is great if it's a hot day and you need a breeze to cool you off. Not so much fun when the wind is making the rain go sideways.

Most games the parents brought hand warmers, gloves, hats, something warm to drink, blankets and multiple layers of clothing on. Not to mention, rain boots. Cause that's a hot look. Trust me.

Here are some of my favorite pics of Doodle over the spring soccer season. Enjoy.

Love the look on her face here!

Doodle had just kicked the ball out of her zone....... take that!

After kneeling on the side lines.......... Grass Imprint Tattoo!  

Doodle and PIA playing each other........ also Doodle's "almost" goal.

And my all time favorites! Twirling on the soccer field in the rain!

Which reminds me of a favorite movie of mine......... You've Got Mail.

August 2, 2011

The two "B''s

The current two "B"'s in my life: Big Brother and The Bachelorette.

Let's start with The Bachelorette.

Last night was the finale. Needless to say I was disappointed........

I agree that Ashley's sister was harsh, but I think she had a point. She saw an immediate connection between Ashley and Ben, and not between Ashley and J.P.

I was very sad for Ben. I honestly thought that she had a better connection with him. That could be ABC's clever editing, or it could just be that as the end drew closer, I moved from being on Team J.P. to Team Ben. Ben made her laugh. With J.P. it was always so serious.........

As the show came to a close, there were previews for the "Bachelor Pad". OMG spare me. I think I can find SEVERAL other things to do during that time then sit and watch all the scripted drama.

Big Brother time:

Ok, so if you watched last week's episode's, everyone was against Danielle. They all thought she was the one stirring the pot, turning the newbies against the veterans, and making all kinds of side deals.

When she won HOH, I was doing the happy dance? Wanna know why? That means she could try to get out Rachel or Brandon. I want Rachel gone. She drives me up one wall and back down the other!

I now have PB hooked on this show. Do I feel bad that he now is addicted to BB like tv crack? Uhm, no! Even Doodle watches it with us.......

I can't wait to see what happens this week. I love, love, love me some Big Brother.........

August 1, 2011

School Board Elections.........and the people who should be disqualified

A public service announcement to all who live in my town. Good 'ol M-town.

For the love of everything holy, please do NOT throw away your Official Local Voters' Pamphlet. I beg of you.

Instead, turn to page 14, and check out the third candidate running for a School District Board position.

Now, for the back story.

When HeeHaw and I, and our two little cherubs moved to M-town in 2001, we specifically picked a cul-de-sac and family friendly neighborhood.

As we settled in to suburbia, I became involved with the ladies from the neighborhood. We all had kids around the same age, and naturally bonds started to form. 

On our little street, branched off from the main drag of our neighborhood, were 3 families. Ours, the Hansen's and Miss Em's family. Everyone else was on the main street, but we all knew each other.

Not too long after HeeHaw and I settled in, there was a change of "wives" at the Hansen household. I knew very little of the wife leaving, but the other ladies in the neighborhood were sad to see her go.

Not even 3 months later, the new girlfriend moves in. By this time summer rolled around, 6 months later, all the families were having backyard bbq's, Friday night get together's and so on.

Over the next 2 years, we became a tight knit community. We hosted neighborhood 4th of July parties, neighborhood Easter Egg hunt's, and all the kids were all invited to each other's birthday parties, sleepovers, etc.

About this time, it was apparent that none of us, CHB, Miss Em, Mrs. Sea, Moxie, wanted to get to know Mr. Hansen's new wife(yes, by now they were married). She had a son, and he split time 1/2 and 1/2 with his father, so he didn't go to the same school's as the other kids.

Whenever we would invite the new Mrs. Hansen to functions, she always declined. So we stopped inviting. This went on for a few years, and you could actually feel the hostility build up between the houses.

In 2007/2008 it reached a boiling point for me. HeeHaw no longer wanted to hang out with CHB and her family, but only wanted to do things with the Hansen's, and another family, the Neumann's. Between these two families, neither of the husband's were men I could relate to.

Mike (Mr. Hansen) and Rich (Mr. Neumann) were two of the most chauvinistic men I had ever met. I can't even tell you how many times I heard "Woman, get me a beer. Woman, I'm hungry, get me a plate. Woman, take care of these kids. Woman, get my friend's something to drink."

Are you barfing yet? Now, for those of you who know me well, you know this didn't sit right with me. I am an independent woman. I work outside the home, I have an opinion, and I am not your slave. These two men? Well, they think every woman ought to be at their beck and call, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen and have dinner on the table when they get home from work.

I told both of these men on several occasions that my name is not now, nor has it even been "woman". If they wanted to continue to call me that I would reciprocate and call them both "ass". Well, push finally came to shove, between HeeHaw and I and I laid it all out on the line.

If he wanted to hang out with these two bastards, have at it. I however, couldn't stomach being around either of them, and most certainly did not want either of my children to think this was the right way to treat a woman.

Although it created a lot of strain on our marriage, HeeHaw continued to hang out with then. I did not. Until 4th of July 2007.

The Hansen's did a huge display of fireworks every year. It would last 45-50 minutes, and the mess left behind was HUGE. The next morning, Mike would hide inside, sleeping off his hang over, and the rest of us in the cul-de-sac of three houses, were out there for 3-4 hours cleaning up the mess. Awesome.

Well, this particular year was no different. The men had too much to drink, there were angry words exchanged, and the next thing you know? They are coming to blows in front of all the kids. I ushered all the kids, theirs, mine and anyone else's in to my house to avoid seeing an altercation.

Everyone went home to their respective houses, and by the next day, the emails started to fly. Mike took this opportunity to remind CHB, Miss Em and myself of how we had excluded his "new" wife from all of our activities, and how we never included their kids in anything we did.

The words flew back and forth, for a few days, with all families copied on each email. It finally got to the point we stopped responding. Then, a few days later......... what is HeeHaw doing? He is over there again all buddy-buddy with Mike and Rich.

The men who called me "woman" and disregarded anything I had to say. The men who talked down to me, accused me of being bitchy, exclusive and never being nice or including their wives in anything the other ladies and I did.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. HeeHaw took the "high" road and sided with those men. Seriously?

Well, a divorce and a few years later, Mike has escalated the problem. Now, his children are not allowed to talk to the "offenders" in the neighborhood. Their 16 year old daughter is not to babysit for our kids, hang out with us, or be seen with us.

Mike has called myself and the other ladies degrading names in front of the kids as well. So much so that CHB's daughter came tearing around the house when she heard it ready to defend her mother's honor.

And now, I beg of you. Please, do not vote for this chauvinistic, egotistical, pathetic excuse of a man. He has no business being involved in YOUR children's education. He is not going to make it better. He is going to make it worse.

He should be disqualified. I am not kidding. He is a terrible example of a good father, or a family man. Consider the pot stirred. Now, go back and read the bio on page 14.

Do you need a napkin to wipe the bile residue from the corner of your mouth? Thought so.