Shows I am embarrassed to admit that I watch....

1. Days of Our Lives. I have watched this show since at least 1976. I used to come home from 1/2 day kindergarden and watch it with my mother, so at least 30 years. I say that is loyal...lol Yes, alot of times it is really stupid...and alot of times I could catch up on a month of shows by just watching for 15 minutes, but I still watch it. Sue me.

2. Rock of Love. Now if you have never heard about this show, here is a brief synopsis:

Since 1986 when MTV introduced the world to the blue-eyed lead singer of Poison, women around the world have worshiped Bret Michael's as a veritable Rock God. Never out of the spotlight, Bret's career is still rocking with Poison and as a successful solo artist and the women are still lining up in hopes of a lying down with the sexy star. But the demands of life-on-the-road for the ultimate rocker have taken a toll...on his love life.

Twenty lucky ladies will get their chance for an All-Access pass to Bret Michaels' heart and to share in all his superstar lifestyle. Bret will invite twenty handpicked beautiful women to move into his rock and roll palace in the Hollywood Hills and compete for his heart. They must win over his mind and his body by proving their love for Bret, their passion for rock and their potential to be the perfect "Rock Star Girlfriend."

Each week, Bret will design challenges to test the girls' ability to adapt to the true rock 'n roll life. Not always red carpets and award shows, who will best adapt to life in a cramped, grungy tour bus with Bret and his roadie buddies? Who can handle the competition from outrageous, and sometimes hotter groupies? Who can keep her cool around his famous friends? Who can best contribute to his music? Who's not afraid to get down and dirty with him in one of his extreme sports competitions. And perhaps most vital - who will always look smokin' hot doing it?

The girls who best meet Bret's needs shall be rewarded with exclusive gifts, dates and travels worthy of a music superstar. Over several weeks, Bret will offer the women who rock his world VIP passes allowing them to remain in his home - and his heart. The women who don't will be sent packing. Competition will be ferocious - for in the end only one lady will walk away a true Rock Star Girlfriend.

In My opinion Bret Michaels is still as hot as he was druing his "Unskinny Bop" days. Yummy. Plus it is funny to see a bunch of ditzy women fight, back stab and munipulate each other. This Sunday is the finale...I can hardly wait...lol

I also enjoy Maury Povich when he has the paternity test shows....they crack me up.

So, what shows are you a little embarrassed that you watch?

The Dancing Princesses

The girls started dance lessons last week.

Watching Tyleigh's dance class of 3 yr olds was one of the most adorable things I have ever seen :)

Do I smell Deer carcus?

Why yes, I believe I do.
Lets see. Dear hubby and son bubba, killed poor Bambi on Sept 1st. (can you say "10 days later") I can hardly stand to go outside there is such a stench! So I go to check it out (I should have stayed inside) and there is Bambi's HEAD in the back of my husbands pick-up! OMGosh! Hello?!?!?! Needless to say I made him take care of it today. Ick Ick Ick!
Even though they made my nose water and vomit come into my throat I was still proud of my boys! (sort-of) ;)

Joshua just isn't into hunting. He just played his second game of 8th grade football today (very well too) and he has been playing the drums with the High School band because he is better than the High Schoolers. Yay Joshua!

So I spent a large portion of my day in front of the TV watching Sept.11th programs. I don't know why I do that to myself

My New Shop!

I just got a blog up and running for the things I have made to sell! I am really excited about it.
http://prettylocksandfancysocks.blogspot.com/
Please go take a look and give me some feedback here as to what you think. There is an mailing list also so that you will be updated whenever I add new items.
Thanks for looking!

The Funeral....

So the funeral was interesting, but nothing too major happened. We spoke to and hugged everyone in the family (except Jared's immediate). Funerals are sad, but in a lot of ways they are almost enjoyable because it always seems to bring people together almost like a family reunion. It was wonderful to see everyone again. Jared and I have always been really touchy feely with each other. (Not innapropriate PDA, just holding hands and arms around each others backs, back rubbing...you know what I'm talking about) and Jason has always been jealous of that. So in he walks with his girlfriend Yvonne (who is UGLY.... . that made me feel better, is that bad? LOL) and her two kids. They were groping each other during the whole funeral. It was really sickening. He hasn't even gone to court for his divorce yet and he is strutting around with this *excuse me* Whore. They kept turning around and smirking at us to see if we were seeing them getting it on in the chapel. BLECH! After the funeral we were waiting to give Jared's grandma a hug, and of course his mother Shari is standing right by her. That Yvonne chick gives Shari a hug and looks at me and gives me an evil smile. RME So we pay our respects to grandma and then Shari gives both of us a hug. I was SO surprised Jared didn't shove her arms away...and I wanted to puke, but I would never want to cause Grandma any stress so I just stood stiff and let her hug away and say "Oh thank you so much for coming, it means so much to me". "Um, we didn't come for YOU lady".

You all know how much I love my In-laws *RME*

I haven't had to deal with them much over the summer because Shari, the beloved MIL has been gone. She drives fire bus during the summer. But alas she comes back as the new school year begins to drive bus for the school. So, unfortunately she is stirring up crap. Her first order of business was to go out to Aunt Marlenes' house and tell her NOT to believe anything we say because we are liars. Nice. Aunt Marlene doesn't believe her obviously because she told us what Shari said. Then I find out through the grapevine that my niece Siara is attending school here in my little town again! I do not know why, because her mother lives in Idaho. (Her father is in prison for drug charges). This poor little girl got expelled from her school last year as a 1st grader. ( I still cannot fathom what a 6/7 yr old could do to get expelled from school. She has had what I only imagine is a horrid childhood, along with her 4 yr old brother Wyatt.) She attended about a week of school here last year, then stopped going for some reason, but still lived with grandma (Shari) for the rest of the school year and all of summer) She attended summer school here to make up the rest of the year and is now in the second grade (thank goodness because Baylee is in 1st and Dallin is in 3rd). Fires didn't start til summer school was completed and then I believe Aunt Judy took care of her (Aunt Judy also lives with Shari). I do not know for sure but I think that Wyatt is still with his mother, Shanna...who is Jared's youngest sister. Shari's house is not the place for this little girl. If there wasn't so much drama surrounding this whole situation, and if I didn't have to deal with her psycho mother or grandmother I would take her in, in a heartbeat. I think she would thrive in a stable environment, but I am sure we will never find out. She is headed down a disastrous path at high speed. I know that NO parent is perfect. I am not perfect by far. Heavenly Father and mother had 1/3 of their children go astray, and that was under the best circumstances. This woman raised 4 very unstable children. She takes no responsibility for any of it. And yet as I learn about their childhoods, I can only point a finger in her direction. (along with their very abusive, now deceased father). I was always civil to my MIL though. Until she started hurting my kids. That day the relationship came to a screeching halt. They grew up poor. Now as adults they have all had trouble with money. Putting their wants first and their bills last. Buying the things they never had as children. Jason is the most selfish person I know. He has to have the best of everything but cannot afford any of it, so he uses people. He is having an affair , totally abusing his soon to be ex wife. Turning his back on a daughter that he has raised for the past 8 years, and because she was never legally adopted he doesn't legally have to father her so he shuns her. He no longer picks her up when he picks up his biological daughters. It makes me sick to think about what he is doing to that poor 9 yr old emotionally. He is smoking, drinking, living with another woman, lies like crazy, and yet he seems to be able to keep hold of his "golden child" status and can do no wrong in some peoples eyes. I just don't get it and it infuriates me. Jared has always had issues too. I have worked him through the financial ones, thankfully. He had his affair 9 yrs ago. His anger issues are under control most of the time, but when they emerge he is scary. He has anger issues. He gets mad over the stupidest things. He always thinks everyone is out to get him. He was SO dumped on by his parents. Labeled the black sheep of the family as a young boy. Anything that needed blame got put on his shoulders and he was beaten a lot. He was working full time at 12 yrs old and at times brought in more money than his parents did. Sharma was made to be the slave. She was the one who took the blame when Jared wasn't around. She became very promiscuous and has 2 boys by different fathers. The second one she isn't sure who the father is. She has severe leaning disabilities that were never addressed. (they all do actually, but their parents were too lazy to help them, or get them help). She finally got married to a man that has beat her up on at least one occasion. Shanna is the baby. Never got blamed for anything, although she was the culprit a lot of the time. She was also very promiscuous. She has been married to a druggie for 10 yrs. They have 2 children (mentioned above). Neither her or her husband have ever had a good stable job. The kids have been neglected but always seemed to maintain a look of normalcy to those who don't know. Wyatt never learned to walk til he was 2 because he was always in a carseat, bouncy seat, playpen or crib. Even as an infant he wasn't held. His bottle always propped up with a pillow. Just thinking about it all makes me furious. Her and her husband are constantly having affairs, and they don't seem to care. So now we found out that Shari's sister Patty died. We have no talked to any of the in-laws for at least 5 months. I dreamed about the funeral last night, and it was a nightmare. Seriously, probably milder than what is in store for real. Sharma's wedding (in the church) ended in punches being thrown and F-bombs and cars screeching out of the parking lot. I wish I was joking.

First Day of School

Just complaining....

Feel free to just ignore this post. I get to the point where I think things are ok financially. We pay our bills on time every month, and have money left to buy groceries and a few other needs that come along. But when something big comes along we are screwed. I took Tyleigh to the dentist yesterday. She has decay on her two front teeth (it looks horrid) and cavities on her molars. (and yes we brush every day) NO dentist will touch her without her being knocked out. So our choices are an $9,500 hospital visit (no medical insurance) Or an $2000.00 in office appointment. (and this is AFTER dental insurance) The hospital choice is totally out, and we won't have $2000.00 until we get our next tax return (NEXT YEAR maybe February if we do rapid refund). So now she gets to look like a freak and gets to take Tylenol and advil every day for 6 months for pain. I left the dentist office crying. I made a total fool of myself. Sometimes life totally and completely sucks. I just want to load everyone up in the exploder and drive off the nearest cliff.

The Best of Both Worlds?

So I got myself a job. Or the job found me actually. I NEVER advertise to watch other people's kids, and yet I seem to be able to just wish for a babysitting job and one appears. I have been watching 2 siblings on and off for a few months now. (Colt 3 and Lainey 2) Just when the regular babysitter is busy, or goes on vacation, or is sick. Some days it is ok. Other days it is overwhelming. So is it the best of both worlds to do daycare in the home? Some say it is. A job. An extra income, and I still get to stay home. I question myself..."Do I want to stay home and watch kids all day?" It doesn't seem fulfilling in a "career" sort of way. It definitely doesn't pay worth squat. And to tell you the truth, other peoples kids drive me nuts sometimes. So I get a phone call from one of my visiting teachers who just had a baby. His name is Hoss. (No I am not joking. How am I supposed to look at this baby boy and call it Hoss?) She goes back to work at the end of the month and needs me to watch him. I reluctantly say yes. This also means watching her 6 yr old daughter Lilly after school every day and all day Friday (we have a 4 day school week here). Lilly is in my class at church. Whenever I tell someone that I teach the 6 yr olds I am almost always asked "Who is in your class". I start naming names, and 9 out of 10 times when I get to Lilly I get a moan. She has been an only child for 6 years and is a little turd a lot of the time. She really isn't that bad in class though, because she knows I won't put up with her crap...LOL So I am not too worried about it. So I will get 25 bucks a day for the newborn. 20 bucks a day for Lilly (Friday) and 5 bucks a day for Lilly Mon-Thurs. 165.00 a week. Doesn't sound like a lot, but it will help ALOT. And will more than make the payment on my exploder :) So here is where I am thinking it may not be such a grand thing: For the last 2 weeks I babysat for the 2 siblings (Colt and Lainey)I mentioned above. Thursday the boy started not feeling well towards the end of the day. The next day him mom called to tell me he had strep throat. Can you take a guess what comes next? Yep, I had to spend all the money I made babysitting on Dr. Visits and prescriptions. 3 with Strep. How great is that? I am beginning to think maybe this is the worst of both worlds. Especially when we have no health insurance. Oh and I may get Colt and Lainey 3 days a week also, but I won't know til Sept when we find out if the boy gets accepted into headstart or not.

A joke....

The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump died and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the Gatekeeper. St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven." Forrest responds, "It shor is good to be here, St Peter, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I shor hope that the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was." St Peter continued to say, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions; First: What two days of the week begin with the letter 'T'? Second: How many seconds are there in a year? Third: What is God's first name?" Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter who waved him up and said, "Now that you have had a chance to think over the questions, tell me your answers " Forrest replied, "Well, the first one --which two days in the week begin with the letter 'T'? Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow." The Saint's eyes opened wide, and he exclaimed, "Forrest that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point. I guess I did not specify, so I will give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?" asked St. Peter. How many seconds in a year? Now that one is harder," replied Forrest. But I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve." Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?" Forrest replied, "Shucks, there is got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd.." "Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the third and final question. Can you tell me God's first name?" "Sure", Forrest replied, "it's Andy." "Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St. Peter. "OK, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name 'Andy' as the first name of God?" "Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied, "I learnt it from the song... 'ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN'. " St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates and said: Run, Forrest, run."