YOU KNOW WHAT ERKS ME

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Truthful about drugs...

With all the media coverage of celebrities doing drugs, especially the younger generation, I wonder what message it's sending to our kids. It's okay...just do a 30 stint in rehab and you'll be fine?
Hubby and I often wonder if our children ask us about the things we have done in the past, would too much information be damaging, or would it be better to tell and let our children know what the consequences for us really were.
When I turned 22, I experimented more than I had ever in my entire life. If I wanted my children to learn from my mistakes, wouldn't I tell them? Because what if they try it out for themselves and that one time is the only time or that one time is the time they get really hurt? I don't want my children to throw it in my face "YOU DID IT" but if I sat back and didn't say anything???
Which is the right way?

Tuesday, May 29, 2007


Sorry ya'll ...drawing a blank for posting today!
So I will post a pic of my family from my brother's graduation last week, and Say Congratulations Phil!
Savor this moment folks...you are possible looking at the first Gay President of America...one day! (He really is THAT smart)

Friday, May 25, 2007

You thought gas prices were bad?...

I don't know much about the Public Service Commission, and how electric companies were capped. But recently the rate caps expired and according to an announcement put out by the Public Service Commission, BGE customers in Maryland can expect a 72% annual increase on their electric bill. Alleghany customers, who I have, can expect a 39% increase. (If you can help me make better sense...please tell me)

Alleghany sent out a bill stating that we no longer have to choose them as our electric supplier but that they would only be increasing their rates half of what BGE is... I thought, gee thank you. It's like they know people need electric, they have to pay for it no matter what...so let's increase it. Same with gas prices, same with health care. I wonder how many people are getting annual raises to cover the cost of living going up. Me, I haven't had one in 3 years.

Thank you O'Malley for keeping your promise to prevent the rate caps from increasing. Typical Democrat promise. Typical...hurting the people you promise to help. But I guess it doesn't put a ding in your wallet, does it?

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I ran into a friend of a friend who knew you & me way back when...

Well so it's been 8 years since. We had 8 years together. 2 of dating 4 of love and 2 of fighting. I always knew that I would run into a friend of a friend who would mention your name. I was lucky I ran into one of the nicer of your friends. No bad words will come spilling from their lips. Had I run into another they probably would have run back to you laughing and telling you how horrible I looked. I used to live in fear of running into you when I returned home for a visit. Would I say hi? Would I run? I saw you once and I could of rolled down my window and said hello, instead I peeled wheel and took off like a bat outta hell. Why I wondered? So my hair isn't bright blond anymore, I have a little extra on the front and the back, I'm not wearing haulter tops and designer shorts anymore dancing with all of my equally beautiful friends that all despise you. I may have a few wrinkles forming on the corners of my eyes. But you would see all that, wouldn't you.
You wouldn't know that all those friends of mine, are still my friends and we get together with our children and go on outings, though I know they still despise you, they never mention your name. The extra in the front & the back, it just so happens that my husband doesn't mind because I have given him a beautiful son with his eyes and a daughter on the way. I may not wear designer cloths anymore, but I don't have to impress anyone every second of the day anymore either.

And those wrinkles out of the corners of my eyes..... I guess 8 years of smiling will do that to you.

It doesn't matter who I run into that knew me & you way back when. And if I saw you, I probably would keep walking. My time, my life, and my heart is worth more to me now.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Do men really care?

We went to the zoo the other day and in the women's bathroom they had stalls with men's urinals in them for mother's with son's. The stalls had the doors on them.

It got me thinking....gee how the mind will wander, But anyway, it got me thinking...Men don't you want your privacy too? If you go to a ball park, a restarant, movie theatre..really anywhere, women have private stalls to do their business, Men have a bunch of urnials all in a row on the wall. Men does it really 'not matter' to you who is looking down at your wee wee?

Even if it is just peeing, don't you want some privacy...not all men pee on trees, am I right?

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Homeownership the American Way

I don't know how many of you know I do Mortgage Loans for a living. In December I consulted my lock in department about the market trend. They indicated that the Feds might lower the prime interest rate after January. So far... no go. I was hoping to refinance my home.

I was having a conversation with my manager and she said that unemployment was too low and the job market too good to lower rates. For those of you that don't know...the subprime market is falling apart. Those are your stated income loans, poor credit, and arm products.

The way I see it, is the Government set us up for the fall. Lower the rates when no one has a job to actually pay their mortgage, get them a mortgage with the low rate on a stated income loan with an adjustable rat, then kill them by increasing the rate b/c the job market improves.

And at the same time, the job market improves, so the government then makes it impossible for the people who have jobs to get a home by raising the rates and causing the subprime market to fall apart making it hard for people to get into a home with out large amounts of money to put down.

I guess it doesn't effect the law makers that much b/c they already have deep pockets to begin with.
Oh and now...let's do away with the child tax credit and the child care credit and further penalize hard working families in America, just trying to provide a stable home and life for themselves.

ug!

Monday, May 14, 2007

Teachers Fake A Gunman Attack on Children (horrific)

Tennessee teachers stage fake gunman attack
Heard this one on the news today. Some 6th grade teachers in MURFREESBORO, Tennessee, had a brilliant idea of faking a gunman attack while the students were on a Field trip.
"The mock attack Thursday night was intended as a learning experience and lasted five minutes during the week long trip to a state park," said Scales Elementary School Assistant Principal Don Bartch, who led the trip.
“The children were in that room in the dark, begging for their lives, because they thought there was someone with a gun after them,” said Brandy Cole, whose son went on the trip.
During the last night of the trip, staff members convinced the 69 students that there was a gunman on the loose. They were told to lie on the floor or hide underneath tables and stay quiet. A teacher, disguised in a hooded sweat shirt, even pulled on a locked door.
Principal Catherine Stephens declined to say whether the staff members involved would face disciplinary action, but said the situation “involved poor judgment.”
Poor Judgement? Not sure about disciplining the teachers? How about firing the jackasses. I am surprised some angry father hasn't gone off the deep end and punched one of them. I couldn't even imagine someone putting my child through something so horrific. Especially without notifying the parents first. It was cruel, unnecessary, and just plain stupid. It's bad enough parents these days have to fear for their children when they get on a school bus every morning, but to fear the very people in charge of protecting them.
This had to be cleared higher up in the chain than just the teachers. Everyone involved needs to be fired!

Friday, May 11, 2007

I am in tears right now


I can't believe my eyes. This is Santa Catalina Island, Avalon California. It rests about 20 miles off the coast of California. This is where, August 8th, 2002, my husband got on his knees and proposed to me. Our picture was taken right there infront of those boats in the harbor, about an hour after we were engaged. In those mountains there is a rare botanical garden and some Structures built by Wrigley overlooking the forest, the town, the harbor and ocean. They are so lovely adorned by mosaic tiles.
To the left of this picture is a historical casino built in 1929. Known in the 30's for gambling and wonderful music and lively dancing.
Behind these shops is a town. You can rent a cottage there and stay the weekend to go snorkling in the cold water. But behind the cottages is a little town where the locals are. They don't have much, but the town itself.
They haven't recieved but 2 inches of rainfall since January. Last night the winds picked up a fire and blew it across 500 acres making it impossible to fight on land, so helicopters are fighting it in the sky.
I love this place, and can't imagine it gone. It is a unique island, not a ton to offer, but a sure romance hot spot. I can't express how much I want them to save it.

"How did she die?".."My Ipod killed her"

Don't hug grandma too close when you have your Ipod handy! A 17 year old highschool student did a project for the science fair and concluded that if you wear a pace maker, your Ipod, or your grandkid's Ipod causes interference in the radio signal of the pacemaker. A study of 83 volunteers with pacemakers found the music devices interfered with the pacemakers nearly 30 percent of the time.

"The results of the study, conducted by Michigan high school student Jay Thayer and Dr. Krit Jongnarangsin, a University of Michigan cardiologist, were presented Thursday at the Heart Rhythm Society meeting in Denver. The society is a professional group focusing on irregular heart rhythm.
In most cases, the iPod interference caused pacemakers to misread the heart's pacing. In one, the pacemaker stopped altogether.
The iPod - like microwave ovens, cell phones and other electronic devices - appears to cause a problem by creating an electromagnetic field that interferes with the electric function of the pacemakers, Thayer said."

What I think is odd about the story... a 17 year old came up with the idea to test this theory. The kid is the next Doogie Howser!

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

I still believe....Rosie the Goat!

Ever as a child have your parents tell you that your favorite pup, gerbil, cat or goldfish was happy in Heaven with God and is in Animal Heaven?.... Well as a child I rather liked the idea and since I am a God believer, I like the idea as an adult. I mean, how can these animals, that you care for and love and have great personalities, be forgotten in the afterlife? So if this is true (to my belief) for pets, then it should be true for all animals. When I was a kid, if I saw an animal on the side of the road I would whisper "God bless you" and it made me feel like someone remembered. I still do it as an adult. Some think it weird...but I don't care.
So point is...
Michael and I bought a house last year and loved the fact that it backed up to a goat and sheep farm. The sheep are prudish and never come to say hi...but the goats were a different story. They were awesome! We had 3 in particular that we liked. So my son and I named them. There was Gruff, Bear and Rosie. Our favorite, Rosie, when she heard her name being called, she would come from 3 fields over and say hello and we would always have fruit from our trees waiting for them. Well we learned that the goats were being raised for food and I told the farmer that I would pay for Rosie to buy her should her # be called. He laughed and agreed, but promised that Rosie was a breeding goat and he would never get rid of her. Well one day all the goats disappeared. For 4 months they have been gone. I have been deeply saddened. Well I ran into the farmer's wife and she said a disease hit the barn and one of the goats got really sick. Even though the others were unaffected, all the goats had to go to the butcher. My heart broke. I couldn't imagine someone eating my little Rosie and her friends. They had no idea what a great goat she was!
Well I tried to make peace with it, and I came up with this. If we hadn't of moved there, Rosie wouldn't of been Rosie, she would have been a goat. No one would have singled her out and given her fresh fruit every day. She wouldn't have gotten ear and under chin rubs. She would have been another goat on another farm. So at least she got to know love before she knew death.
Good Night Rosie...we know you are in heaven, but we will miss you!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

My belly in all it's glory!


Five and a Half months.....only 3 and a half months to go.....

Friday, May 04, 2007

Kids say the darndest things! (funny story)

This is actually an embarrassing story about 'me'. I can't believe I am telling you, but who cares...it's funny!

So my son and I were in McDonalds the other day and I bought him his dinner. While he was eating I called his father and was politely chatting when all of a sudden, out of no where I had to pass gas and couldn't hold it. Normally I wouldn't fret b/c no one ever notices, but this time it sounded like a fog horn. I looked up and everyone had turned to look at me. Hubby on the phone was like "WHAT WAS THAT?"
Quick in my thinking I exclaimed loudly "...Tyler???" my husband asked, 'our son farted that loud" Smart mommy, I turned to Tyler and said "Oh my you farted you little stinky" in my cute mommy voice, trying to divert the attention from myself. Then my two year old stood up and yelled "Not me Mommy. YOOOOOU! You FARTED Mommy!" And he kept on until everyone looking at us started diverting their eyes back at me and giggling. Hubby could do nothing but laugh.
I think that my face is still a nice shade of red. Guess I can't blame a mommy boo boo on a dirty diaper anymore.

Kids...they say the darndest things don't they.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

I feel sorry for the next one...(open letter)

Okay, yes, I know that my belly is rather large for 22 weeks (5.5 months). She is going to be a big baby. Beautiful, but yes big. "Hey lady at Macaroni Grill...Don't you think I know this already!!! Pick your lower lip up from the floor!"
"Hey Lady at Target... Yes I am the one carrying her around, she is a big baby...and NO I am not going to pop right here!!! You are going to catch flies with your mouth open so wide!"
Starbucks guy..."Yeah so what.. I eat a Bran Muffin in the morning, you try popping Prenatal pills full of iron and see how fast you take a shit OKAY!!! When are you due dude?"
There is a thing out there called pregnancy etiquette...or rather just " etiquette "
The next person that says something about my belly...I am going to snap! And please parents..it's cute the first one or two times your kid rubs my belly, but when they stand there expecting a genie to pop out of the damn thing, you need to pull them away!
Thank you to my friend Katie that saw me over the weekend and hugged my belly exclaiming, "oh look how cute!!! The little prego belly" That is the warm kinda fuzzies I need right now.
I should really have hubby take a pic to show you guys!