SITS Back to Blogging - Day Three - ! A Post With a Title I Am Proud Of - Do They Make "The Club" For Kidney Lizards?

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This week, I am participating in the Back to Blogging event, over at SITS. By doing so, I have a chance to give Thelma and Louise a new home! Not the two wacko chicks in the convertible,  but an awesomely beautiful washer and dryer combo from Electrolux! This event is sponsored by Standards of Excellence, Westar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances.Anyway, here goes...

I'm proud of this title because it's clever and witty. Anger tends to bring that out in me. LOL

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Do They Make "The Club" For Kidney Lizards?

 I browsed their product line and had no luck finding one. Hubs really needs one. Either that or a chain and padlock. Something... Because, apparently, his wee-wee has spent the last few years making babies without his knowledge. Poor fella, I guess it just waited to hear him snore at night and crept to my side of the bed without him ever being the wiser.
  I discovered this last night after I hung up from a phone conversation with my sister. She had called to discuss the baby shower she is hosting on Sunday and to say "HOLY CRAP!", as she had just read the post about Selly's plans to kill me etc...
  He asked, " Was something wrong?"
 "Nah, she was just calling to talk about the menu for Sunday"
 "Sunday?"
 "Yeah, Sunday, that's when the baby shower is."
 "You going?"
 "Well, of course. I made the diaper cake, am making the real cake, and I am helping set                    everything up."  
  " What are you going to do with the kids?" { meaning the 2 smallest kids, 5 and 21 months}
  " I'm taking them with me."
  "Oh..."
      Now, maybe because I am sleep deprived or maybe because I was in deep thought about cake decor, I totally didn't catch on to his question right away. Like 15 minutes later, as I was making a cup of coffee, my brain suddenly screamed, " EXCUSE ME? DID HE JUST ASK WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO DO WITH THE KIDS?!!!!!" Yes, Brain, he did... I went back into the living room and asked him,
  "Honey, did you ask me what I was going to do with the kids while I go to the baby shower on        Sunday?"
   "No. I asked if you wanted me to watch them while you go."
    Bull! He just heard that tone in my voice and knew that was the only safe answer. I find it so strange that even though he and I BOTH have children, I am the only one that needs to get clearance and find a sitter, in order to leave the house. He, on the other hand, can come and go as he pleases, without the least concern as to who will be minding the children. And when he does keep them for a short time, he acts as though he is doing me a favor.

SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!

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Not So Long Ago... Sunday

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Not so long ago, when I was 4 or 5 years old, I endured the worst rainstorm of my life...

My family lived way back in the woods, in a place we called "The Holler". There were eight of us kids and I was next to the youngest. When you're poor and live out in the middle of nowhere, you pretty much have to make your own fun. Luckily, there were so many of us kids, that we had enough people to play almost any outside game we wanted. We played a lot of Freeze Tag and Ain't No Bears Out Tonight. But the real fun, or so I thought, was getting to go into the woods.

Until that fateful day, I had never been allowed to go into the woods, because I was "too little". I remember getting mad and stomping my feet, whenever the others told me that I was too little to do something, and yelling, "Y'all just wait 'till y'all get little and I get big! I won't let y'all do nothing either!" Of course that made them all laugh at me, which made me even madder. But that day was different as the bigger kids were going to pick fox grapes and Daddy had told them that they had to let me go.

We walked deep into the woods. So deep that it was almost dark as night in some places. The older kids set about picking grapes. I couldn't pick many as all I could reach were the very low vines and there weren't a lot of those. Suddenly, I felt rain on my arm, then I felt rain on my head, and soon, I was being drenched by an absolute downpour! I was scared to death of thunderstorms and to me, rain was a definite sign of a storm. I started to cry, "Take me home! It's raining!". To my horror, I heard my brother's voice from above my head saying, "It ain't raining! I'ma peeing!". He had been standing on a tree branch, picking grapes, when he got the urge to go. He swears to this day that he didn't know I was down there, but I don't believe him. When I found out I was covered in pee, I cried that much louder, and then they had no choice but to take me home. By the time we reached the house, I swear, there wasn't an inch of my little body that didn't have a mosquito bite on it! I never begged to go into the woods again...

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