I am not sure what I am going to write about today. I just feel this sence of obligation to write. I don't know why but I do.

My daughter asked me what I would do if I found out that I had 6 weeks to live. She asked me if I would go and bungy jump with her.....hell no.

I thought about it for a minute and turned to her and told her I would smoke, that's right, I would light up a cigarette right then and there. She asked me what else I would do. I thought about it and decided that I would also smoke pot.

When I told my husband this (remember he is a Pastoral Counselor) he got really really quiet and I had not even sprang the news about the pot on him at this point. I asked him what was he thinking about and he said he just wished that I would not smoke. I told him that if I only had 6 weeks what would it matter, it is not like it would shorten my time down to 3 weeks or something like that, then I told him about the pot. He wants to know where I would get it. I don't know....I suppose if you look for something long enough you can find it. I never had a problem finding it when I was a teenager, of coarse all my friends smoked pot and someone could find someone who was selling it. Now of coarse since I am going to be the big 43 a week from today, I would have not the slightest bit of an idea where to find it. Hmmmm I am thinking Amsterdam. LOL.

I don't think this would go over big with my husband.......maybe the time to bring this up was not when we were coming home fro a bible study group.

Oh and a quick granddaughter entertainment......My 4 year old granddaughter is now going to Head Start everyday. When my son got her off the bus yesterday and asked her how her day was, she just turned to him and said "Daddy, I don't want to talk about it, it has been a long day. Isn't she precious!!

Have a great weekend all.

I received this e-mail today, No matter if you agree or disagree with the war, I am sure that you will all agree that we need to support our troops, we need to stick together. We are after all "The people of the United States of America".

Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home. No, he responded. Heading out I asked? No. I'm escorting a soldier home. Going to pick him up? No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq. I'm taking him home to his family. The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldiers family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do. Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign." Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American. So here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do. Signed: Stuart Margel -- Washington, D.C.

Also, here are two very touching photos honored at this years International Picture of the Year. First Place ( See bottom picture)


First PlaceTodd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News When 2nd Lt. James Cathey's body arrived at the Reno Airport, Marines climbed into the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers watched the family gather on the tarmac. During the arrival of another marines casket last year at Denver International Airport, Major Steve Beck described the scene as so powerful: "See the people in the windows? They sat right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta wonder what's going through their minds, knowing that they're on the plane that brought him home," he said. "They will remember being on that plane for the rest of their lives. They're going to remember bringing that Marine home. And they should." Second Place (see top picture)




Second PlaceTodd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News The night before the burial of her husband's body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. "I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it," she said. "I think that's what he would have wanted."

"No arsenal, no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women." -- Ronald Reagan.

Red Fridays........ Very soon, you will see a great many people wearingRed every Friday The reason? Americans who supportour troops used to be called the "silent majority."
We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love forGod, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends,simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops.

Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that ... every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something red.By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the UnitedStates on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If everyone of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is ..."We need your support and your prayers." Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday. WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE!!

And this is how I feel today. Two months after my boss walked out the door, yesterday he came back. Acually he was here on Monday to make sure that he still had a job but yesterday he was back for a full day of work and he was here again today!! I am so glad, you just can't know how happy I am about this. Now I don't have to put up with anyones crap. I can just ask Darryl the right way to go about it and I don't have to listen to 2 people tell me to do things 2 different ways.

He is looking so good and healthy. I know that it did him alot of good to get time off. I know that the stress from this job (his job, not mine) was really getting to him and I think that he and his family (he is married and has a son that is 2 (and a son that is 22, yeah, I know...LOL)). needed to get away and have some "family time" together.

OK, I better get to work, just wanted to let you all know that he is back :)

I want to leave everyone something to think about this weekend. I hope everyone has a great one, God Bless you all.

THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND 2 CUPS OF COFFEE:

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with an unanimous "yes."The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.

The students laughed."Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the IMPORTANT things--- your family, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else---the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.""Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad! you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.

"Please share this with someone you care about.. I JUST DID.

About 10 years ago......Wow it has really been that long. I was still married to the well, the not so nice guy and we were going through so rough times. My mom called and I was telling her what an ass he was being and she said that her and I ought to just pack up and go on vacation to Hawaii. I told her that was a great idea, wish it was a reality.
So, about a week later she called and told me that she was serious, could I take my vacation time at work and go with her to Hawaii. I told her that I would. I knew right then and there that I would have repercussions when I got back. Sure, he would be nice before I left because then I would not be able to tell my mom what a jerk that he was. I didn't care, I packed my clothes and was ready to rock and roll.
My plane left out of Minneapolis on a Thursday. I arrived in California and my sister picked me up at the airport. We spent the day together and then she took me over to my mom's house. My mom had said that the cab was going to be at her place around 6 am so we had to get to bed, it was going to be a long day the next day.
The next day you can bet your boots that I was ready at 6, I was outside on the balcony smoking a cigarette (that is when I smoked) waiting for the cab to come. My mom was inside just watching me. When all of a sudden this limo pulled up in front of the house. I could not believe it. Sooo....we go to the airport and on to Hawaii.
We land in Waikiki on a beautiful day. We spent 5 days there just spending time together without interuption. We did all the tourist things but the best part was just spending time with my mom. She would not let me spend a dime the entire time I was there. I think I left home with 100.00 in my wallet and came back with 80.00 and did not spend a dime on the credit cards.
I will always remember just sitting out on the balcony in Waikiki with my mom, reading a book and just spending time with her. What a wonderful gift from God that was.

I have been sitting here at work thinking about what in the world I could blog about today. I have to say that I cannot come up with one thing. I can tell you that my boss still has not shown up for work yet, as of the end of August he is off the payroll but he does not know that and will not know that until the 20th of this month when we get paid again unless someone has sent him a letter but I don't think they have. I watched one of the guys go through his office last week. He was told to clean it out so that someone else could move in. I should tell you here that this was going to happen before Darryl left and he was aware that he would be moving offices but it was still hard to watch AJ going through Darryl's things. I can understand him cleaning out the office but I think he should have just taken a box and put everything in that box, taped it up and when Darryl came back he could have just given the box to him if Darryl did not come back then really, if it had been sitting there for a few months and we did not need anything out of that box then we need to send to to Darryl or throw it away. But Nooooooo, he had to look at every single piece of paper that was in the desk, I just do not agree with that at all. And on top of that, he comes into my office and sits down, says to me "I just hated doing that, I feel like I was invading Darryl's privacy". I turned and looked him straight in the eye and told him that as a matter of fact that is exactly what he was doing. I told him that he did not have to go through every single piece of paper. He said that he was glad it was done....me too. The next day he goes back into that office and steals the clock on the wall. Man! he drives me crazy (yes, this is the whistler). Wow, for someone that did not have a lot to say, I guess my mouth runs away from me. I think tomorrow I will tell you about my trip to Hawaii. Have a great night everyone!!!

The train was quite crowded, so a U. S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed, middle-aged, French woman's poodle. The war-wearyMarine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that seat?" The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular "Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat." The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog. "Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired." She snorted, "Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant! "This time the Marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down. The woman shrieked,"Someone must defend my honor! this American should be put in his place!" An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, "Sir, you Americans often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window.

THE TOP 10 THOUGHTSTO PONDER ABOUT LIFE

NO. 10:Life is sexually transmitted.

NO. 9:Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

NO. 8:Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.

NO. 7:Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.

NO. 6:Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.

NO. 5:Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.

NO. 4:All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

NO. 3:Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200 and a substantial tax cut saves you 30 cents?

NO.2:In the 60s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now The world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

And the # 1 thought to ponder:


NO. 1:We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration!

This little girl shows it all, this is exactly how I feel today.

One month ago today my boss (after an important inspection, which by the way went fantastic) walked out of the office and told me that he would see me on Monday. He has not returned. We all wondered where he was the first week, the second week, we knew one of the guys had talked to him, last week I called him at home. I got his machine and I was just leaving a message....You know the kind....Hi, it's me, Karin.....I just wanted to let you know that I miss you and I really really want you to come back to work.....and also, if you don't hurry I will choke the shit out of Mike and AJ...then he picked up the phone.

He was diagnosed with severe depression the first week that he was gone. But he did not call, his wife did not call...no one called. He said that he was feeling much better, said that if he did not come back to work that week he would for sure see me on Monday. Monday came and went...no Darryl. Tuesday, Wednesday and now Thursday and still no Darryl. I am just so sad about it. I really really like my boss.

Now between the chief inspector and the other dude (I am not sure what his title is but I am sure that he does have one) are killing me. They are wanting me to do things (with files etc.) but they each want them done their own way.....totally opposite from the other. Telling me "don't do it this way...do it this way"..........ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

I just want Darryl to come back to work so that I can look at them and say "Darryl told me to do it this way"

I should tell you that Darryl is not the owner of this company but he is high up there. I think the owners are getting a little mad that he is not here, They understand why he has not been here but really.......Darryl.....if you are out there and you are reading this.....yeah right......please call into work and let us know that you are ok and also if you are ever coming back.

I miss you.

This is me (ha ha - ha ha- ha ha). Nope, not kidding....quit laughing honey, this is really me.

Your Passion is Orange

Your sex life is driven by your wild fantasies.For you, sex is a dramatic performance where you are the star.And you love putting on a wild act for your lover, trying to top last night's show.Whether you enjoy the actual sex is irrelevant... it's all about putting on a good act!

What Color Is Your Passion?

http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpassionquiz/

You Are 74% Grown Up, 26% Kid

Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature.Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed.

How Emotionally Mature Are You?

http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/

So, Pluto is no longer a planet. Who in the world gets to decide that Pluto is no longer a planet? I don't get it, 2 days ago it was a planet and yesterday someone just up and decides that it is not? What the heck? Now we will all be able to tell our children or grandchildren...back in 2005 we had a planet named Pluto and then in 2006 it was gone. Jeez!!

I am at work right now and I am so board!! There is absolutely nothing for me to do. I have already played games on pogo, I have read all the blogs that I read daily (29 of them), done all my paperwork for the day, visited with some of the boys from the floor that have "just dropped by my office", ate lunch....What else is there to do???? I can't go home early because daughter #2 just got a job as the assistant manager of Toco Bell (WhOoOoOo, gotta love that Toco Bell) and her car was not running right so I had her drop me off at the office and told her to pick me up at 5 (she gets off at 3). Soooo here I sit. I am trying to think about something to talk about.

Hmmmmmm still thinking..........

Well, lets see.....I think I will tell you about my old job. I was working at a automotive paint store. I started working there as a driver (I would go in at 9, pack boxes and bill customers until 11 and then go out on my route). One snowy day (I was in Wisconsin) I was delivering into Minnesota when a blizzard came. It was slow going on the freeway. I should stop and tell you here that I did NOT drive in the snow. I had my license for over 10 years at this time and I had never driven in a blizzard. I just did not do it. If there was ice on the ground, I was not driving. But...now I had this job that required me to drive. So, here I was going 15 mph on the freeway....and all of a sudden I hit a patch of black ice. I spun in the little Toyota truck my work had provided for me and when I stopped spinning the back end was over the ditch, I had just missed it by inches. I pull out and drive very very slowly back to work.
The next day is when my boss asked me to come in house and do secretarial stuff. I thought about it for a few days (I knew I would probably take it, but I also knew that I would miss the guys that I delivered to on a daily basis.) Let me tell you, I have never had such a fun job in all of my life. My bosses were wonderful, always in a good mood (well, most of the time) and we were always playing tricks on each other.
Like the time when I had just bought new shoes and took them off in my office (they were hurting my feet) my boss came in, took my shoes (they were tennis shoes) went into the bathroom, filled them with water and came back into my office, put them down on the floor and walked away. Now, I know some of you are saying "OMG, I would be pissed". But, this was funny to me. He was always playing some kind of prank. Now, he did come back into my office, get my shoes, empty the water (I believe on the floor, again this was too funny) and go and get some paper towels to dry my shoes out. They were fine. He even asked if he needed to buy me new shoes (No, that was not necessary).
Another time it was our store manager's birthday, so I waited for him to go home and then decorated his entire office, balloons, crepe paper, the whole 10 yards. Oh yeah, and we turned everything over in his office. Everything except his desk (and anything that would break) was upside down.
The parties that we had were the best company parties I have ever been to. Now, you all know that I am not a drinker but on the "Pro Paint Parties" I was known to knock back a few. Ok, I got really drunk, flirted with everyone and was the life of the party (at least I thought so)...man I miss those parties, man I miss those guys.

So, just a little bit about where I used to work....way to much fun and I miss it an awful lot. I think if my X would have just left me alone....if things would have been different....If I could of convinced my now husband to live in Wisconsin, I would still be there, still doing what I do best (flirting with the boys) and still loving my job.

On a side note, I also love my job that I have now. I work again with all men, although these men are airplane mechanics but they will never be Pat, Mike, Ron, Keith, Brad, Fran, Joe, Hanley, Russell and the rest of the boys. I love you all and I miss you.

I've been hit!
I got tagged with a Meme by Di at http://weekendsoff.blogspot.com/ so here goes!
My first Meme (it was Di's first also....wow those firsts are really cool. See, I don't mind being tagged at all, I love questions

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name) Rainbow Kennedy

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy) Darwin Lucille Hershey

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name) Kjoa

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Green Tiger

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) JoAnne Charles City

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom's maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in.) Morkademin (How cool is that?)

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (your favorite color, favorite drink) Green Sundrop

That was fun! Now to spread the love.... I tag everyone who reads this blog

So, last Thursday was my 4th year wedding anniversary. It started out like any other Thursday except for the "Happy Anniversary Sweetheart" I got from my wonderful husband.

I then came to work. After a while one of my bosses came into my office to tell me that I had Friday off. I told him that I had not asked for it off and he told me not to worry about it, I had it off and I would thank him another time. I knew that my husband had something up his sleeve, I just could not figure it out. I am usually pretty good about things like this and can pretty much figure things out if I just put my mind to it. But, not this time. I left work early because I had a doctors appointment and after I went to Walmart to get some groceries. When I was leaving Walmart, one of the guys that I work with stopped me and told me "Happy Anniversary". Now, this guy does not even work directly with me so I was thinking "What in the hell is going on that this guy knows that it is my anniversary and I did not tell a soul at work." So, I go on home.

My husband gets home from work about 5:30 and tells me that our dinner reservation is for 7:30 that evening. Everything goes fine. We go and eat. This is a new restaurant to me, I had never been there before but it is wonderful. We have a great time at dinner and then we go on home. It is about 9:30 and I tell everyone that I am going to bed, husband is on the computer doing something and tells me that he will be right in. I must have been really tired because the next thing I know it is 10:30 and I wake up to turn off the television, husband still not in bed. I am thinking "What the hell? Wow!! What a wonderful anniversary, I can't believe it, I am not taking off tomorrow, why? I am going into work. I don't know what the hell everyone was so secretive about, it was dinner...and we go out for dinner all the time...who cares".

OK, then it is 2:30 in the morning and my son (who no longer lives with me) walks into my bedroom and says "Happy Anniversary Mom" and puts a child into bed with me. I am half asleep and wondering why in the world he is putting his daughter into bed with me, and then I look down. There is no way I can describe the feeling that I had. Laying on me is my Kody, my wonderful Kody who moved to Wisconsin in November and I have not seen him since. I told my son to take him out in the other room so I can get dressed. I roll over to my husband, bawling like a baby, thank him over and over and go out into the living room to see my daughter and her son. I wish I could tell you how I feel, there are no words to describe it.

Finally I go back into the bedroom and crawl into bed and ask my husband the dreaded question, When do they have to leave? He turns to me and kisses me, tells me that they are not leaving, they are moving here to North Carolina. They are going to find an apartment with my other daughter and her son and they will all live together until they can afford their own places.

What a wonderful husband I have. They all have known for a month that this was going to happen and I never found out. Now he is wondering what can he do to top this anniversary present.....I just don't know that he can and better yet, I don't care.

Are you ready for some football???

Oh my... my favorite time of year. Lots of men in tight pants running around knocking one another over.

I am a complete Minnesota Vikings fan. I also love the Green Bay Packers (except when they are playing the Vikings) the 49ers and the Panthers (lets not forget the home team). I am not a fair weather fan. I love the Vikings when they are winning and I love them when they are losing (I think I love them more when they are winning however).

My Sundays will now be taken up every single afternoon, after church, I will be sitting in front of the television, let no man, woman or child get between me and the television set.

I should let you know that my husband is NOT a football fan. The only sport (if you can call it that) he likes to watch on TV is golf...can you believe that, yes I said golf. Does it put you to sleep like it puts me to sleep? I can get on the bed and turn on golf and go to sleep within a minute and a half, but that is what he likes so I have to either watch it (or sleep) or go into the other room to watch something else. Now it is his turn. He will watch it with me for a while but then he will remember that he has something he could be doing on the computer or something.

So, just so you all know, I need sympathy cards when my teams lose. That would be a very nice gesture. (Is that the right word there?)

I saw a article about divorce today and started thinking about what was the beginning of the end of my first marriage. Boy oh boy the things that you think about.

It started out a normal day. My X was working 3rd shift at a factory. We were all set to go to my Aunt's house in Iowa. I was so excited about this because I had not been there since my grandmother had died and I wanted to keep in contact with the rest of my relatives down there. It was a 3 day weekend so I am thinking it was Labor Day or Memorial Day weekend. He left for work on Friday night as normal, told me to get things all packed up so that we could leave right away on Saturday when he got home. I packed for the both of us and also for the kids (we had 2 at the time).

Saturday turned out to be a great day weather wise. I sat waiting and waiting for him to come home. It got to be later and later and still he did not come. It was about 9 in the morning and I figured maybe he stopped and got something to eat with the guys before he came home, no big deal...he will be here shortly. Waiting, waiting, waiting...Nothing.

Then I start to panic, something must have happened to him...Maybe he was in a car accident, maybe him and his buddies decided to go to the bar after work (I know it was 7 AM when they clocked out but it was his evening and yes, he did sometimes go to the bar when he got off work). Maybe he was arrested...No he would have called me if that would have happened. This of coarse being before cell phones (It was 1985 I believe).

Now, I should back up a bit and tell you at the time we were living with his mother in a huge house. She was also gone for the weekend so she had no clue either. Finally I had to call my Aunt and tell her that he was missing and I did not know where to find him. This was at about 3 in the afternoon and he still was not home. I told her that I would call her when he got home and let her know what was happening and if we were still coming down to see them. I spent the day crying and worrying about this worthless bastard.

Finally on Monday (yes I also spent Sunday worrying and crying about him) he comes walking in the house just as nicely as you please. Not a care in the world. I ask him where he has been and he says that right now it is not my business. Then I notice his neck, hickeys all over his stinking scrawny neck. I am crushed!!!!! Here I was scared that he was in an accident, dead somewhere and he was off screwing some bimbo bitch and he did not even care that I knew. He did not try and hide it, it was like he was proud of it.

Stupid me, first of all I have zero self esteem and here we are living in his mothers house. I have a part time job and 2 kids and I just know that I cannot leave. I cannot afford to support myself and 2 kids. That's OK he says...he is leaving. I can stay where I am. And he leaves. Packs up some clothes, takes a dresser and leaves.

I want him back....it that not pathetic??? I do everything I can to make him want to come home. Pretty soon he starts playing both sides of the fence. He is with her some of the time and he is with me some of the time. Turns out her....wait even better....her name was Kathy Egan. Turns out that Kathy is married, yes that's right, she is married to but her husband is locked up somewhere. He gets out and my X has to move out because her husband is coming home. So he comes home and plays both sides of the fence. He is with her when her husband is not home and he is with me the rest of the time. Even better, I am ok with this...At least I have him some of the time. (GOD I WAS AN IDIOT)

Eventually he got sick of her, apologized to me and of coarse I took him back, after all he was MY husband....ICK!!

I never found out again if he cheated on me, not in 20 years of marriage. I don't know to this day if he ever did. I will say that if he did, he choose to hide it very very well. One other thing I should tell you, he said that the affair was all my fault. That's right, it was MY fault....wanna know why? He said that I accused him of cheating, therefore he just did what I accused him of doing....what a crock. First I don't ever remember accusing him before this happened and even if I did......I did not tell him to take his dick out of his pants for the first available girl on the market.

So...don't ever let him tell you that it is your fault. That is just him trying to get out of feeling guilty. He even tried to tell me that after I left him...."Remember, it was your fault that I cheated that one time, you accused me of it so I did it". That is when I told him to never bring it up again, I was done and he needed to get on with his life.

My buddy Di over at Weekends Off wrote today about her husbands child with his X. So that got me thinking about my husbands X. I guess this will be the subject of my post today.

First, I will tell you that they were married for 10 years. His parents and his sister begged him not to marry her. They knew that she would be trouble but my husband being the caring person that he is thought he would be able to "help her" and that "all she needs is for someone to love her" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Turns out this woman is phycho. Turns out that this woman in the coarse of their marriage tried to kill herself something like 12 times. Turns out that this woman thought that if her baby (her first child) was a girl (thank God, it was a boy) that she would have to kill it because it would be born on her birthday (that was the due date the doctors gave her) and she was just sure that this child would turn out like her so she would have to get rid of it before it was born. Well, my husband talked to her therapist and with her doctor and they decided that it would be better for the X to have a cesarean on a date close to but not on her birthday even though they knew it was a boy at this time. She is just nuts I tell you. I have a million more stories but I will bring you closer to the present.

After my husband told her that he wanted a divorce (she had told him during the coarse of their marriage that she wanted one over 20 times) She thought that really he just wanted to have sex (she had been sleeping on the couch for over a year and they had not had any intimate contact) So she geared herself up to have sex with him (she says that she was raped by a babysitter, a man she was dating and her father when she was young so that is why the no sex thing, more on that later... I will admit that I do not totally believe her on all aspects) When he turns her down for sex she does not know what to do so she just becomes her old self and yells (ALOT). Finally she gets it through her head and concedes.

They move here from Indiana because this is where her parents live and she wants the kids to be close to them (hence, her father raping her??). My husbands parents also live here so after she leaves in January, he follows in I think April. Once she gets here she decides that she is going to get psychological disability because this is the only way she will be able to get to go to college to become a teacher. Yes, that's right folks...She is now a first grade teacher...Can anyone tell me how in the world someone who is nuts can go to college and graduate to become a teacher of young children...I don't get it either But, then again I don't get a lot of things that she does. Like she has a handicapped sign for her car....She is perfectly fine, she did break her foot a few years back but she is fine now, she even got the people in the apartment building that she lives in to get a specific parking place (the closest one to the stairs, that she can run up and down I may add) for her big fat handicapped ass.

Moving along.....As of right now she wants to take us back to court saying that we owe her all this money...Then she finds out that we are more then willing to go to court and she drops it. This is where we pick it up. Turns out that the children are not going to day care any longer and have not been going since March of 2005 ( $ 65.00 per week is added to the day care that we pay so that we can pay for one of the children to go to day care). Then we subpoena the records from the day care, turns out that when she went before the judge to tell him that she pays $ 65.00 per child per week in day care she was not telling the truth, yes, the day care the children were going to does usually charge $65.00 a week but it turns out that she got a reduction on that fee and has been paying roughly about $ 41.00 TOTAL per week, meaning that not only have we been paying ALL the day care she is pocketing $ 24.00 per week (or about $ 96.00 a month) in day care fees. This will be very interesting to the judge. Also, she wants us to pay for half of all extra curricular activities. Now, normally that would not be a problem but she is NEVER honest about how much something costs. She is trying to tell us that we owe her a little more then $ 3000.00 over the coarse of 3 years for extra curricular activities, now can anyone tell me what the hell she has paid at least $ 6000.00 for over 3 years? I want to know if they went to space camp and they did not tell us about it...Really, she thinks we are stupid. We have asked her for receipts and she just lets that go over her head and pretends that she did not hear it.

This is just a few things that she does. One more thing I will tell you about. She does not teach the children proper hygiene. They do not brush their teeth daily (I really think they only do this at our house) they do not shower daily and sometimes they do not change their clothes (meaning that they sleep in the clothes that they wore and wear them the next day again) She does not make the girl brush her hair daily (she has long hair, almost to her hind end) and the thing that kills me the most about this is the girl goes to school the same place she teaches... how the other teachers and children must talk.

The first time I went to her house to pick up the kids she told me not to mind the mess, she was a full time mother and a full time student and did not have enough time to clean her house. That my friends is an understatement. Her house was filthy, I sooooo wanted to tell her that I also am a full time mother and I work full time but I still have time to clean my house. My grandma used to have a plaque on her wall, it read "My house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy" that is what I go by. Her house was awful but she just did not think that it was too bad. She did not (and still does not) think that having a weeks worth of dishes is a bad thing. Even with food on them still....ICK!!!!!

Ok, I am done....but I still have so much more. Still to come!!

Yes, I am here. I know that I have been absent for a while but things have been on my mind. Yes, I know that is why I come here, to get things off my mind but I was not sure that I wanted to write about this, it is controversial....Well, who cares. This is MY blog right? I can write what I want to write about. I started this so that I could get things off my chest...so here goes.

My Church

What a wonderful feeling it is to me to be able to go to church and worship my God. What a wonderful experience it is. So why do some people make it so difficult?

Here is what is happening even as we speak at my church.

We have some people (I call them the elders, not out of respect But, because they are older and have been coming to this church for many many years.) These people are stirring up trouble with a capitol T.

They have decided that they no longer like the Pastor that we have. They have a few reasons (all of them stupid in my opinion) like he does not wear a coat and tie every single Sunday and they don't like it because he does not always stand behind the pulpit (boring), they do not like that we do not always sing hymns, sometimes we sing praise music (what a tragedy).

They seem to forget that a year ago (after they ran the last Pastor off) they loved him, wanted him to come and by our Pastor, made a vote to get him in, voted him in and now that they know he will not be their puppet, they want him out. Not only do they want him out, they want him to give his resignation they also want the resignation of the Minister of Music and the Minister of Children...Why? Well, maybe it is because they stand behind the Pastor 100% and that just makes the elders angry. So, I guess what is going to happen on Sunday is that all 3 of our fine Pastors are going to give their resignations. What a tragedy. After Sunday the church will employee a janitor, that's it, the rest of the staff has left, they could not stand working with all this crap for the last few months.

Oh, I should tell you that (what they say was the straw that broke the camels back) is our Pastor asked for a resignation of the Pastor of Education because 1) he was looking for a new church to begin with 2) he wants to Pastor a church (and the elders voted him out because he is not ordained) and he was not coming to church anymore...Hence he needs to give his resignation so that they could put a committee on hiring another Minister of Education. Now, the elders are mad about this because even though they did not want him to be our Pastor, they do not want him to be the Pastor of another church either, they want him to just be happy with what he has and stay put, after all, he grew up in this church and the elders helped raise him.

Who knows, I just know that it is so UN Christian to yell at your Pastor in the middle of church because you are not satisfied with the job that he is doing, it is so UN Christian to spread vicious rumors that are not true to make people split with your side, and they just need to know that someday...They will have some explaining to do.

Our Pastor will be alright, as will our Minister of Music and our Minister of Children. And why will they be alright, because they will start a new church (I am praying this will happen) and most of the congregation will go to the new church. You know my favorite saying is "Be careful what you wish for, someday it may come true." Right along with "You never appreciate what you have until it is gone". Amen.

Ok, I stole this from my buddy Andrew over at 4th Avenue Blues:

Layers....

LAYER ONE:--
name: Karin
birthplace: Iowa
current Location: North Carolina

LAYER TWO:--
eye color: Brown
hair color: light brown with shades of blonde
Height: 5'5"
righty or lefty: Righty
zodiac sign: Libra
your heritage: German/Norwegian
the shoes wore today Nike's that my son bought for me for mother's day..what a great gift!!
your weakness: chocolate
your fears: not seeing my grandchildren grow up.
your perfect pizza? Canadian bacon and pineapple with stuffed crust
goal you'd like to achieve: To have enough money in the bank so there are no worries.

LAYER THREE:--
your most overused phrase on yahooIM: LOL
your thoughts first waking up: Please let it be like 4 am so I can sleep longer.
your bedtime: usually around 11 PM--
your most missed memory: My dad and my grandparents, man I wish they could see my children now and the grandchildren, although I do believe that they do see them, I wish that they could be here.

LAYER FOUR:--
Pepsi or coke: coke
mcdonald's or burger king: Burger King
single or group dates: Single
adidas or nike: Nike
lipton ice tea or nestea: Lipton
chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino

LAYER FIVE:--
smoke: no, not anymore....going on 8 months yeah me!!
cuss: yes, I try not to though
sing: in the car
shower everyday: Yes-
have a crush: no
want to go to college? Yes,
like(d) high school: loved it
want to get married: I am married, it is wonderful.
believe in yourself: I try to
get motion sickness: If I read in the car I tend to get light headed
think you're attractive: I'm alright
think you're a health freak: not really
get along with your parent(s): absolutely
like thunderstorms: I love a thunderstorm
play an instrument:I sure wish I did, my husband plays the piano, guitar, drums, trumpet, you name it, he can play it.

LAYER SIX: in the past month...--
drank alcohol: no
smoked: no
done a drug: no-
had sex: yes
made out: yes
gone on a date: yes
gone to the mall: yes
eaten an entire box of oreos: nope
been on stage: No
been dumped: No
gone skating: Haven't done that in 30 years
made homemade cookies: no then I would have to eat them.
gone skinnydipping: No
dyed your hair: a little
stolen anything: No

LAYER SEVEN:Have you ever...--
played a game that required removal of clothing: yes
been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes.
been caught "doing something": Yes
been called a tease: Yes

LAYER EIGHT:--
age you hope to be married: already married
numbers and names of children: Jonathan (25), Emily Ann (22), Sarah Marie (18), Stephen (12 - step son),Amanda (10 - step daughter),
describe your dream wedding: I had my dream wedding, my husbands father married us, that is what I wanted.
what do you want to be when you grow up: I think I am already grown but when I was young I wanted to be a nurse.
what country would you most like to visit: I would like to go to Australia, or back to Amsterdam with just the sister that I like this time. I don't dislike my other sister but we have a hard time gettina along.

LAYER NINE: I took out layer 9 because it was what I liked in a girl and that is just too mushy for me, I don't want a girl....unless she is really hot...no, I am kidding.

LAYER TEN:--
# of drugs taken illegally: 2
# of people i could trust with my life: 8
# of CDs that i own: I would not have a clue.
# of piercings: just the ears
# of tattoos: a small one.
# of scars on my body: I don't know.


Last Person Who...--
Slept in your bed? David and I
Saw you cry? My husband this morning when he told me about the business meeting at church last night, I don't know how some of those people can call themselves Christians.. Sorry...trying not to judge.
Made you cry? My daughter in law when she said that she wanted to move to Wisconsin.
Spent the night at your house? Well, my kids did last night but that was just for the night, problems arose and they are fine now.
You shared a drink with? If you mean like Ice tea, then it would be David
You went to the movies with? Amanda, Sarah, Alex, Jasmine and David...we went to see Over the hedge, cute kid movie.
You went to the mall with? My daughter in law
Yelled at you? My 18 year old daughter, she is a brat like that sometimes.
Sent you an email? My mom

Have You Ever...--
Said "I love you"? Yes.-
Been to New York? Just passing through on the way to Amsterdam
Been to Georgia? Just passed through
California? Yes, lots of times.
Hawaii? Yes, my mom took me several years ago, that was a really nice trip, just me and my mom.
Mexico? No
China? No
Canada? No
Danced naked? yes
Dreamed something really crazy and then happened the next day? Nope
Stalked someone? Ewww. No.

Pick One...--
Apples or bananas? Bananas
Red or blue? Blue
Walmart or Kmart? Wal-Mart
Math or English? English.
radio or CD? radio
drawing or painting? painting
High school or college? High School

Ok, I guess that is all. I should explain why the kids had to stay at my house last night after they just moved out last weekend. Well, seems that they did not call the electric company to change the name over and on Monday they got a notice that the electric would be turned off on Friday this week, well they thought....we have until Friday to turn it over to our names...no sweat. WRONG...I am sure that the lady called that lived there before them and told the electric company that she was no longer living there so they came out and shut it off cause they did not know who to bill it to. So here I was kinda dozing in the recliner, kinda watching tv, all alone at home when I get a phone call ....Can we stay at your house tonight? Well, what could I say of coarse they could. Then here they come...with tons of crap (cause you know that you need tons of crap when you have 2 small children). I think that they have everything straightened out and they can stay in there own house tonight....at least I hope they do.

Ok, just a quick note

I just read that Andrea Yates has been found NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF INSANITY!!
I am sorry, but this just makes me sick. Maybe she was nuts and maybe she is still nuts but she still MURDERED her 5 children. What does this mean for her? I don't know. I think that she will get institutionalized until she "gets well". Well, what if she "gets well" tomorrow? Do they just let her out...just like that?? She is not punished for MURDERING HER 5 CHILDREN?? I just don't know how a person can put their children in a bathtub and hold them under the water while they are flailing their arms and legs and just wait for them to die.

It just breaks my heart.