Sunday, June 28, 2009


I went out to dinner last night with my Mom friends. Fun! It's those nights out that keep me sane. I hadn't been to a Mom's Night Out since January, so this was a much needed outing! Even if all we do is talk about our kids, it's so nice to get a break. We had the most goofy waiter though. He seemed really overwhelmed by our group of twelve. Flanagan's is a nice restaurant too, so you'd think a group wouldn't be an issue. It seems we have bad service every time we go there. Our waiter last night "lost" our initial order, so we all had to order again. Then right after that, he came up and asked me again - "what did you have? " Ummm ok. Do you want me to tell you a fourth time?! Lots of other mix-ups also. Just bad service all around. Maybe he was having an off night, or was new.... He did own up to it because he omitted the automatic gratuity from everyone's bill!!

Clint is going back to his 7/7 schedule starting tomorrow. Not looking forward to it at all. I'm tired just thinking about him being gone. It has been nice having him home every night the past few weeks. Hopefully this job will finish early and this schedule won't be for very long.

We're also gearing up for our annual 4th of July party!! Thankfully, Clint managed to get someone to work for him because he is scheduled to work. Lots to do this week.... cleaning, shopping, cooking, baking... Everybody is invited... wanna come??

Saturday, June 27, 2009


Rant of the day: I hate flaky people. I really do. You know the kind. "I'll call you tomorrow!" "Let's go to lunch next week!" Blah Blah Blah. And you never, ever hear from them. We just went through this with Clint and that job. Flake. I hate being left hanging. It's safe to assume they are no longer interested, but why not just tell me that? Why leave me wondering what happened?? A simple typed sentence - "sorry, we're going to pass" would suffice. Instead, silence. How hard would it be to let me know something had changed?? How hard is it to be dependable?? It really diminishes credibility in my book. And it just ticks me off to no end.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I was ten when I bought my very first record album. Vinyl record album. CDs did not exist. Yes, I go back that far. I'm not sure how it came about, but I am sure I probably drove my Mom crazy until she bought it for me. Of course, it was Michael Jackson's Thriller. I kept it proudly displayed in my room. I kept it opened to the fold out photo of MJ resting on the top of my stereo. How my friends and I read over the lyrics printed on the record sleeve and memorized them! The record was played so much I'm surprised I didn't wear it out. I made tape recordings from the vinyl to have more portable copies. Many hours were spent roller skating up and down my driveway with good ole' MJ blasting. When the Thriller video was aired on TV, it was a major event!! A video that told a story?! Videos were a fairly new phenomenon, and this was really something. Yes I go back that far. We stayed up all night watching Night Tracks on TBS (who remembers that?!) waiting for Billie Jean to air.

Everybody had Thriller jackets. Red plastic with lots of zippers. We all wanted the white glove. Everybody moonwalked to Billie Jean. I had a Michael Jackson poster on my wall. Trading cards. Stickers. We all sang "We Are the World." "I Heart MJ" was doodled on notebooks and bathroom walls. We were all going to marry Michael Jackson!! Michael Jackson was a superstar. And in a way, for that brief moment, we all were too.

Well, we all know he turned out to be - for lack of a better word - a freak. His life was never really private, and I suppose that had a lot to do with his oddness. Rumors abound. Legal troubles, which I won't even go into. His career was never the same. I saw the Barbara Walters special. He had issues and was definitely not your normal grown man.

But still... at one point, he was a superstar. And that's how I'd like to remember him.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Other House....

Some of you know about the House in Cut Off Saga. (Yes, there really is a town called Cut Off, LA!) A quick rundown is that Clint inherited the house from his Mom. With out going into a novel, the house has been tied up with IRS liens from a business Clint's uncle had 20+ years back. It's confusing and I'm not even sure I understand how that came to be. Basically, we are unable to sell it. It hasn't been livable for many, many years. Clint has a lawyer who has been working on it bit by bit over the past ten years trying to get the title cleared. It's just not happening.

Well.... about a month ago we got a notice from Lafourche Parish that the house had been condemned. We needed to have it torn down, or the parish would do it and send us the very expensive bill. Of course, it's a no brainer that it would be cheaper to find someone to do it ourselves!!

In trying to outsmart the system, we came up with the idea to find someone to tear it down for free in exchange for the materials. It took a while, but bingo! We found someone interested. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to use much of the house. There are so many nails and such, that it wasn't worth the trouble of trying to take every board apart. They basically took the window sills, some doors, ceiling tile, and piled the rest of the house on the lot.

So now we're left with all the trash and disposal.

Clint contacted a guy he had heard about. Turns out Lafourche Parish had gotten a bid from him initially to tear down the house, so he knew all about it. Had pictures and everything. Clint told him the house was down, and it just needed to be hauled off.

He called today with his price. $9,600. Which he said was $1,000 less than his bid to the parish. WTF?? Seriously???

Clint is checking with someone else.... but they are saying about $6,000.

It is making me sick to think that we will have to dish out that kind of cash for nothing. It's not an investment. It's not even paying down on our own house. It's to be thrown away. Nearly ten thousand dollars.

We have no choice either.

I want to cry.

I need a drink. Seriously.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Valerie's Art Gallery

I saw this on Oprah some time ago, and thought it was a neat idea. Valerie brought home so many crafts and papers from school this past year. There was just NO way to keep them all. Of course I am keeping the 'special' ones. But it's impossible and not practical to keep every single piece of paper! I had them on display in my kitchen all year and it's time to clear some space for next year's artwork. An easy solution is to take photos of the projects, then have a photo book made. Do this each year and viola! Your child has their very own art gallery. Neat, huh?

Click here to view this photo book larger

Monday, June 15, 2009

I won! I won!!

I have to give a quick shout out to Bayou Woman (aka Wendy). We stumbled upon each other during a search for someone to tear down Clint's house in Cut Off. Basically she visited me, so I returned the visit! Wendy has a great blog about life here in Southern Louisiana, so check her out! She is also sponsoring a Community Coffee give away.... of which I won the most recent drawing! OMIGOSH I never win anything, so I am thrilled to death. I can't wait to get my nifty Community Coffee canister. Right now we keep our coffee in an apple canister which honestly doesn't work all that great, so the 'real deal' canister will come in handy. Y'all stop on over and tell Wendy hi!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Sick days.... or not

Valerie woke up this morning not feeling well. Actually she went to bed last night complaining of a sore throat. I told her that hopefully she'd get a good night's rest and feel better in the morning. At about daylight, which was about 5:45am, I hear "Mooooom it's still not betterrrr!!" I got up and made Val a bed on the couch. I gave her the usual "orange Tylenol" (Motrin.) She went back to sleep. I didn't! When Clint got up, Val was still complaining her throat hurt bad. We started going through the list of things to make her feel better. Somehow I came up with the idea to make chicken stew for lunch, since she won't eat soup. And I heard myself saying I'd make MeMe's potato salad. (what?)

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If there's one thing I HATE, it's messing with potatoes!! I never buy them. I happen to have some because our neighbor gave us a bag full from his garden. I just loathe the peeling. Everything I make usually has bits of potato skins left on because I just can't stand getting all those itty bitty pieces off. Ha! But of course we do all these things we dislike for the little people we love! So I sent Clint to the store on before he left for the day to get the rest of what I needed. And I made MeMe's potato salad.

Then I started the chicken stew. Burned the first roux because I was trying to tend to crying kids at the same time. Tossed it and started over. Better. I almost always have stash of the trinity in the freezer. Celery does not freeze well, but when it's all you got it's better than nothing. Onions... check! Bell pepper.... where's the dern bell pepper?? We're out. So I had to improvise and ripped open a bag of veggie stir fry and picked out the bell peppers. (Because I'm crafty like that!!) Of course by now, Valerie is feeling MUCH better and announces she no longer wants chicken stew. TOO BAD! Chicken stew and homemade potato salad for lunch! Yummy!

Then later came the real fun! Valerie's Nanny gave her a Silly Snacks Cookbook quite some time ago. It's one of the bedtime stories we MUST read from time to time. Val has picked out numerous things she wanted to make, but quite honestly some of them are weird and just way too involved. One of the things Val has been eyeing is Rocky Road Ice Cream. So I told Val we'd make it today. It seemed easy enough and of course I like using my new ice cream maker.

Milk sweetened with condensed milk, chocolate syrup, vanilla, and marshmallows. Sugar rush anyone???

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I am not feeling well this evening at all.

I saw a lady in the parking lot as I was leaving the doctor's office. Maybe it was her hair. Or her clothes. Or her build. She looked at me and smiled as she passed. And it made me so very sad. "Something" about her screamed "mom" to me in those two seconds.

I just keep thinking about that lady and how much she reminded me of my Mom. My heart is just filled with sadness.

Monday, June 08, 2009

Let's go to the....


We had our very first family movie theater experience yesterday. Surprisingly, it went over very well. I was a little apprehensive about bringing a four and two year old to the theater, but they both seemed to enjoy it. Veronica got a little restless after the first hour. The popcorn was gone and so was her candy by that point. She wanted to be held, wanted me to take her shoes off (?), and she was dying to walk up and down the steps (no! no!) Valerie did pretty good and the movie was almost over when she started saying she was ready to go. And we only had to make one bathroom trip!! Two hours and $50 later, we had actually watched an entire movie in the theater!! Hopefully this will be a continuing trend as I really miss going to the movies. Now if only Clint and I could find a way to go together with out the kiddos!!!

We saw "Up" which was really cute with the endearing friendship between the old man and the little boy. It was sad too though. The beginning showed the old man as a young boy. He meets this girl playing adventure. They grow up, get married, buy a house, find out they can't have children (?), grow old, and the wife dies leaving a sad, lonely, old man. I know it was part of the back story, but why does someone die in almost every Disney cartoon?

Saturday, June 06, 2009

The bearer of bad news

Has anyone ever had a 'friend' who was the bearer of "bad" news? Trivial bad news. It seemed the bearer was a bit too excited and could not wait to tell you. Right off this person was almost giddy about telling you something s/he had heard or saw. And OMG they just felt joyfully terrible!! You can just feel the gloating oozing out of their smile. And of course they put their own personal spin on things so their tone makes it seem much worse than it was. And they sit back and relish in your reaction. Is this person really a friend?? What's the motivation behind that? Sabotage? Jealousy? Yes... jealousy. Thankfully I know how this person operates and I won't miss the opportunity to repay the favor.