So I go to one of the many Indian casinos in town and I go with not one red cent. I figure if I don't take any money in I can't spend it, right? Well they have been having drawings for ladies night for well over a year and I have never been drawn out, there are seven drawings total, one every ten minutes from ten to eleven every Monday night. Well last night they draw the first six winners and of course it wasn't me, but the last drawing for $500 was called and guess what . . . I walked in with $0 and left with . . . nothing, of course it wasn't my name that was drawn are you kidding. But I'm very proud of myself for not gambling, I think I'll find a new hobby. I'm growing tired of corrupting my lungs with the smoke of cheap cigarettes and losing money that I could definately put to better use. It's fun to be with adults on Monday nights, but I just don't think it's good for me anymore. I would really like to get together with the same group I see on Mondays but elsewhere. I don't know how many believe the same as me but I feel like God definately gives me signs and cues on how to live my life, and I think I gettin one now. I don't think gambling is wrong mind you, I just feel it is wrong for me right now.
For those of you that don't know I call my kids Tiny Tot for my youngest and Tweeny Tot for my oldest, (get it? they are Tater's tots.) Well Tweeny did the sweetest thing the other day, she has such a hard time getting up and around for school in the mornings and the previous morning we had had a really rough go of it with her so I told her she had to start being less grumpy and get ready on time or she would have to give up one of her activities. The next morning I went to get her up, I said "wake up little rose bud" (which is the way my Mom used to wake me up when I was young. I loved it) she rolls over and I notice she not wearing what I put her to bed in, I look down and she has her shoes on too. I asked her what was up and she said I wanted us to have a happy morning so I got up last night and got dressed and went back to sleep so I wouldn't be late getting around this morning. She tells me days are like pickles some are sweet and some are sour. I truely hope when my kids get older that when they think of their childhoods that the sweet days totally outweigh the sour days.
Hey I've decided to start something, everytime I blog at the end I'm gonna ask a question and anyone that wants to comment that would be great, I'll respond to the question in the comments section too so that you can think about it before you hear my opinion, 'cause believe you me I have an opinion on EVERYTHING!!!!
The question today is "Assuming that you are a generous person (and even if you're not too bad) if you had all the money you need what organization or cause would you want to contribute too?"
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
The fat lady shouldn't wear a thong!
Now that I have your attention...(sadly though I found this to be true yesterday in the blistering sun for 8 hours at an auction but I won't go into that, oh wait, I already did.)
Today is MONDAY!!! I love mondays, all except for the kids going back to school, that sucks.
Mondays I do laundry. I LOVE LAUNDRY. I know I will get little support in this area from others but this is one of my many duties as a stay-at-home lady that I groove on. My favorite is hanging my clothes out to dry, which I can't do now because the Matriarch does not have a clothesline. But don't cry for me, I will carry on (dweep, dweep)(that's the sound of my tears if ya couldn't tell.) Speaking of laundry, I am so mad at the Diva, last week, I had to do laundry at her house 'cause the Matriarch's washer was broken, (which is probably because of all the laundry I do, watch out sis your's is next) and I ran out of time so I left a load in the washer and ask if she could bring them into town when she came in and I would dry them. Well she took it a step farther, she forgot to bring them so the next day she brought them dried and folded. She really went above and beyond I was so appreciative. She brought them in a sack so when it came time for the auction yesterday I just grabbed a t-shirt out of the sack, (heaven forbid I put my laundry away) and went on my merry way. . . does anyone know what happens when you wear a soured shirt on a hot sweaty day? I smelled like BUTT all day long, we were far from home so there was no changing. Needless to say, there were a lot of people yesterday that have learned not to stand too close to the Tator. Just had to harass ya sis!
My niece Kady asked me if I would write about strawberries soooo. . . Strawbabies are alecious! (translation: Strawberries are delicious) This message has been brought to you by Kady Hoover and the NSSA (the National Stawberry Society of America) reminding you that strawberries are not only delicious they will stain your face too!
Well as you know I am blogging at the Divas because my husband (the muscle monkey) won't let me get the internet. But cute little babies mom had a great idea this morning. If I take online classes, I'll have to get the internet and can blog to my hearts content. YIPPEE! Now I just have to take enough classes to go to school the rest of my life 'cause I sure once I get my degree he would cut me off again. I think I'll just play Oklahoma's new lottery and win so I can pay for the internet myself, oh wait it hasn't started yet, well. . . it's back to the indian casinos for me. haha
Actually every month I get a thirty dollar allowance to spend on whatever I want, so far I have spent it on the occasional diet coke at Sonic and the Indian casinos but maybe I could just get the internet, thirty dollars should cover it right? Well I must go and be laundry queen of Oklahoma. Thank you to everyone that commented, You love me, you really love me!
Tator Out!
Today is MONDAY!!! I love mondays, all except for the kids going back to school, that sucks.
Mondays I do laundry. I LOVE LAUNDRY. I know I will get little support in this area from others but this is one of my many duties as a stay-at-home lady that I groove on. My favorite is hanging my clothes out to dry, which I can't do now because the Matriarch does not have a clothesline. But don't cry for me, I will carry on (dweep, dweep)(that's the sound of my tears if ya couldn't tell.) Speaking of laundry, I am so mad at the Diva, last week, I had to do laundry at her house 'cause the Matriarch's washer was broken, (which is probably because of all the laundry I do, watch out sis your's is next) and I ran out of time so I left a load in the washer and ask if she could bring them into town when she came in and I would dry them. Well she took it a step farther, she forgot to bring them so the next day she brought them dried and folded. She really went above and beyond I was so appreciative. She brought them in a sack so when it came time for the auction yesterday I just grabbed a t-shirt out of the sack, (heaven forbid I put my laundry away) and went on my merry way. . . does anyone know what happens when you wear a soured shirt on a hot sweaty day? I smelled like BUTT all day long, we were far from home so there was no changing. Needless to say, there were a lot of people yesterday that have learned not to stand too close to the Tator. Just had to harass ya sis!
My niece Kady asked me if I would write about strawberries soooo. . . Strawbabies are alecious! (translation: Strawberries are delicious) This message has been brought to you by Kady Hoover and the NSSA (the National Stawberry Society of America) reminding you that strawberries are not only delicious they will stain your face too!
Well as you know I am blogging at the Divas because my husband (the muscle monkey) won't let me get the internet. But cute little babies mom had a great idea this morning. If I take online classes, I'll have to get the internet and can blog to my hearts content. YIPPEE! Now I just have to take enough classes to go to school the rest of my life 'cause I sure once I get my degree he would cut me off again. I think I'll just play Oklahoma's new lottery and win so I can pay for the internet myself, oh wait it hasn't started yet, well. . . it's back to the indian casinos for me. haha
Actually every month I get a thirty dollar allowance to spend on whatever I want, so far I have spent it on the occasional diet coke at Sonic and the Indian casinos but maybe I could just get the internet, thirty dollars should cover it right? Well I must go and be laundry queen of Oklahoma. Thank you to everyone that commented, You love me, you really love me!
Tator Out!
Friday, September 23, 2005
Tater Talk
Well here I am. Hellooooo! Oh hell no one is even coming to my blog because no one knows anything about it. Hopefully when my sister, Redneck Diva, starts gettin my name out into the cyber Milky Way I shall be princess of bloggerville... haha. I just want some friends, help me, please.
The Diva and I have been painting props for the up and coming fall carnival at our kids' school, we needed a break so I created a blog and Diva went to go wash her face and pluck her chin-hairs. (I so had permission to write that.)
I, my husband and two children (Tater's Tots) are currently living with my mother while we remodel an old house we just bought. I was told we would be in by July, what a FREAKIN LIAR my husband turned out to be. We are getting so close though. I can't wait to get my own space again. Do you know how hard it is to have sex when your kids share a room two feet away, and your headboard is against the same wall as your mother. IT SUCKS!
Well this won't be the most frequently updated blog since I don't work and since I dont' have the internet because my squeaky tight husband sees it as an "unnecessary expenditure", but I will post everytime I'm at Diva Delightful Den. Oh crap I'm bored.
Diva is telling me to tell a story sooooo.....
Once upon a time there was an overbearing sister that wouldn't keep her pointy nose out of my blog, They soon found her in a fifty gallon barrel THE END.
There's your damn story Diva YA LIKE IT? HUH?
Well the alluring lullaby of the local Indian Casino is proving too strong to resist so I will have to return at a later time much poorer.
Tater Out.
The Diva and I have been painting props for the up and coming fall carnival at our kids' school, we needed a break so I created a blog and Diva went to go wash her face and pluck her chin-hairs. (I so had permission to write that.)
I, my husband and two children (Tater's Tots) are currently living with my mother while we remodel an old house we just bought. I was told we would be in by July, what a FREAKIN LIAR my husband turned out to be. We are getting so close though. I can't wait to get my own space again. Do you know how hard it is to have sex when your kids share a room two feet away, and your headboard is against the same wall as your mother. IT SUCKS!
Well this won't be the most frequently updated blog since I don't work and since I dont' have the internet because my squeaky tight husband sees it as an "unnecessary expenditure", but I will post everytime I'm at Diva Delightful Den. Oh crap I'm bored.
Diva is telling me to tell a story sooooo.....
Once upon a time there was an overbearing sister that wouldn't keep her pointy nose out of my blog, They soon found her in a fifty gallon barrel THE END.
There's your damn story Diva YA LIKE IT? HUH?
Well the alluring lullaby of the local Indian Casino is proving too strong to resist so I will have to return at a later time much poorer.
Tater Out.
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