Today My husand's uncle came over with out calling..I peeked out the window when I heard the door bell ring and saw it was him.He rang it 5 times. Then I watched as he walked around the yard,scratching his head. He would Not give up!..I followed him peeking out difrent window's as he made his journey around the house..KNocking on every door He even left slow!...Looking around as if someone was going to run out and catch him at the last second as he pulled off in his pick up.Yeah right.
So I saw that my husband has been stealing his stocking stuffer's that I got him for christmas He left his fishing pole by the door and I noticed a new bait!...so I counted the ones I have been putting in there since I hung the stocking up..(which by the way is a huge red burlap bag with a string wove threw the top)There where 5 missing!...He has no christmas spiret! Or I have none for being mad. We might be about even on that one.

So you'll never believe this!...All that remembering in my blog a few week's back made me want to know about that criminal of a boy friend I had 20 year's ago...remember the one that got me into trouble?...Well I was looking his name up.Which wasn't to hard,by the way,and turn's out (and here's the odd part)that out of all the town's in Texas he could have moved to he ended up in a little tiny town that I just moved from! I'm glad I moved away!..Seem's funny though that I never ran into him..HA!..Luck was on my side this time..
My little dog Junior,son to Eddie Earl and Pearl,Has turned out to be a Vicious Killer!...Oh at first I passed off his bug killing as playful puppy stuff..but then he moved up to lizard's and then to mice..rat's followed...and now..because he has KILLED everything!..He has turned on my poor helpless chicken's when they try to escape into freadom!...My Dad say's..."tie that chicken on his neck and make him wear it till it rott's!".. I then told him that I had raised those chicken's from tiny egg's! And that I love them like the dog's!..That's just morbid! He could't Understand that. My Dad would ring the neck of a chicken! I just couldn't see my self sitting down to supper and the main course being "Ramone Barone"!..(he's my favorite rooster)... I just can't personaly know the animal...then I'm ok with eating it..but frankly I got a good look at what my chicken's eat and I can honastly say I don't want to eat them..I seen them fight over a tiny mouse and tear it up so they could eat it! And the little baby chicken's!..I would have to get out there and get them before the rooster's did. Oh..At first I too thought it was because they didn't get enough food..so I started throwing big coffee can's of food to them and there not like a dog. Chicken's only eat what they need to survive. And I guess they feel like they need a little meat! As discusting as that sound's..
So after 4 week's of a hose being off my car,my husband has finaly pulled it up to the garage for him to look at it. I watched him through the window looking exactly where the water had leaked out..That's all he did was raise the hood and LOOK...then he came back in and said.."OHHH...that look's like some major sergrrrrrrry!...It looks like it's comming from the motor"..Now HOW did he figure all this surgery stuff from just leaning over and looking in? I saw him touch NOTHING!...I can't see why I can't send it to the shop. He send's his new truck there!..because the CD player broke!..But he insist's on fixing my stuff his self!...which frankly I think is dangerous for me!..
So I was listening to Bob Marley and exercising Yesterday when my daughter came home to get her baby. I'm still pissed off at her so I wont look her in the face. She know's this about me too. If I don't look someone in the face it's because I am discusted with them. She keep's trying to get me to look at her but I wont...I'm sick of her..I hate the person that she is acting like..I don't know who that is but it isnt her...I wish she was a little girl again and I had all that time back...I would raise her to have been a sweeter kinder soul, I think..In stead she has the soul of.... I can't say with out looking like a monster. She blames me for every bad thing that ever happened to her and that WILL happen to her..My son doesnt feel this way about me. He call's me and tell's me he loves me all the time. He can't stand her if you want to know the truth. On her birthday he called just to cuss her out. He and her have there own issue's to work out..

SO!....I went to go get chinese food and almost had a road rage altercation!..This "little" girl, about my daughter's age, decided she wanted to exit through the entrance that I was pulling into...clearly a violation!..I had to get out of the road!...so as she was backing up I kept pulling in...this seemed to piss her off extreamly...She got out of her car and started to walk toward me..I opened the door to explain to her I had to get OUT of the road...she started screeming before she got up to me...(he he...screeming is a daily thing with me..I was not upset one bit)..I said ...back up girl..but she kept moving closer to me..I then made sure that she got close enough for me to spew my cold germ's in her face...and told her her that this was a big misunderstanding...she should calm down...I was old enough to be her mother and probably knew her mother...and I said this as I pursed my lips and spit the word's at her...I guess she will learn not to run up into someones face again ... she said "WELL THANK HELL FOR YOU BITCH!"... ...like I never been called that before...HA HA!...

Today is a bright sunny day. My husband didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed and I found cold medicine in the bathroom!...woooo hoooo!...I cut all my finger nail's so I've started playing music again.All I can say about that is OUCH!..
Some times I wish I had some kind of exciting life! But the truth is I just excercise in my office, play music and feed my chicken's. Over and over, every day, the same ole same ole, The last time I went to town was a week and a half ago. I judge this by the last time I put my make up on. I would never go to town with out it!.. Never!...that's not my syle. My mom alway's said look your best in public and make sure your underwear match.. that last one IS one to think on. She never said CLEAN. I guess she knew she didn't have too . Now that I think back on it ...she liked everything to match!...all her toiletry's where the same brand..Her house had been just lovley after she sobered up and stopped all the bar hopping. I have to admit she had been a FUN Mom! ...My first concert had been with her.."Bob Seagar and the Silver bullet band" ..I remember she had been to cheep to pay for parking so she parked down by these old railroad tracks near reunion arena..other's had been just as cheep and we had to make this hike about a mile or so..we had to cross the track's but there had been a train on it...everyone was juping up into a open car's door and when it came my mom's turn to jump "DOWN" the train started to move..Not fast at all but I guess, her perspective Of it was a bit difrent...I sorta walked fast along side of it telling her to jump..at first she wouldn't...she screemed back...I LOVE THESE ( and forgive me LORD for whatI type) GODDAMN BOOT'S!...THOSE FUCKING ROCK'S WILL TEAR THEM UP!... I told her i was going to the concert...call me when you get to Mexico. I waved to her as I stopped walking...she Jumped...but not after she took those boot's off and did it in her bare feet!...Yeah My Mom was a Native American..he he..she could walk bare foot on sticker's.. She sure loved nature...and drinking...and smoking...and cussing...and anything else that was fun and could kill yeah. Some of that rubbed off on me but I had better controll...I never drink..(secretly it's because I'm afraid I might make a fool of my self)...the smoking?...well I do my fair share...and cussing?...I try never to say G/D..But the F word seems to roll off my tongue like ...well, you get the point...OHHHHHHHH I so want a vacation!..Not just a regular one either!...I want snow and a cottage!...Like the one on my FUCKING screen saver!..And in the back ground I want music playing over and over that I'm dreaming Of a white Christmas damn it!... PLease let it snow... please!