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prettywittygirl
This morning, I got woken up by the sounds of screaming and broken glass.

And a chainsaw. I don't know HOW they did it, but somehow one of my cats managed to turn the CD player on AND press play. Inside our 5-disc changer, there were three "Halloween Sound Effects" CDs.

Lovely way to wake up, I say.

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prettywittygirl
Well, shit. . .

It's been way too long since I've LJ'd, and you people have had WAY too many things happen in your lives. I'm just sayin'. (Congratulations, T!!!)

Things that have happened in my life:
(most recently, spell-check told me "thins" was a-okay, though what I meant was "things"),I renewed my lease, I had free HBO for 4 days, my youngest kid turned 9, I downloaded the "Growing Pains" theme song to my iPod, my middle kid turned 10, my youngest sibling graduated college, and my job hired and fired a gazillion-billion idiots. (Okay, maybe 20.)


Coming attractions:
My daughter has been selected to join the "advanced" classes when she starts middle school, My MIL is moving 800 miles away, my job will continue to be craptastic, and my mommy is moving in with us.

In a nutshell.

Dear AMF:
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prettywittygirl
Happy 30th, Angie!!!!

Oh, you're old now.

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prettywittygirl
Santa was here!!

12/25/06

The kids scored BIGTIME!! "M" got a 5-disc CD changer entertainment system thingie, and a shitload of clay, pens, paper, markers, crayons, paint, stickers, uh. . . artsy-craftsy stuff. "T" and "A" both got a pair of boxing gloves, a skateboard, footballs, basketballs and volleyballs, an air-hockey table and fucking "soft air" pelet guns. All three of 'em got portable CD palyers and a couple of CDs. Oh, yeah, and there were some video games and conrollers in there somewhere.

Bobpoor Bob
This is Bob. Bob was created by my daughter so my sons could torture and maim him. Poor Bob.


LOOK!!!! Kitties!

Kitties

Happy happy to you and yours, all!!!

Next up, 2007.

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prettywittygirl
Emily said there was a new post screen, so I had to check it out.

Whoa. New post screen.

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prettywittygirl
It snowed in Seminole county last week.
Right now it's 80 degrees.
What the hell?

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punky
prettywittygirl
Okay. Saturday was strangeCollapse ) To say the least. (Angie, you might not want to read this. Something happened next-door to me this weekend and this is my account. I love you and I wouldn't want my words to cause you any more pain.)

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prettywittygirl
Yeah.

I haven't been posting much at all lately because my Kentucky Fried McJob has been keeping me quite busy. It feels good to be out of the house, but I wish I had a job that wasn't so demeaning. Like a stripper. Or a hooker. It's like being in high school all over again with some of these people, but I really can't fault them, as many of them ARE still in high school. The UPside to this whole ordeal is that at the end of each night, there is always TONS of food left over that we can either take home or throw in the garbage. Needless to say, my refrigerator at home has chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, mac & cheese, baked beans, and bisquits coming out the wazoo. (Yes, my frige DOES have a wazoo.) My grocery bill has been cut drastically, too.

I've lost quite a bit of weight because I walk to work each day and I've cut way (WAY WAY WAY) back on my soda intake. (Like, WAY. I used to drink a 12-pack of Pepsi a day and now I can make a 2-liter last a week. Yeah, WAY.) I also make myself a salad at work every day with oven-roasted chicken, (so what if there's TONS of Ranch dressing on it?) and that is much of an improvement over my old diet of Pepsi, cookies, cup-cakes and french fries. I also haven't been drinking as much alcohol. (Not by matter of sheer willpower, mind you. No, it's a matter of a suck-ass work schedule. I never have two days off in a row, so getting super-drunk any night of the week is out of the question.)

Besides my craptastic job, things are going pretty good. I am officially a married woman now. Dan and I have been speaking of one another as husband and wife since 2001, but it still feels weird to say it and mean it. Our next step is for Dan to adopt the kids. Anybody have any idea how to get this started?

Speaking of the dawnlings. . .
The kids got their report cards last week:
"M" got 3 B's and a C (of course, my mommy-pride has to add the disclamer that "M" received the C in her Advanced Math class, and got straight A's for the entire year last year).
"T" got straight A's for the first time ever! (Disclamer: "T" made the A/B Honor Roll all three grading periods last year. No C's.)
"A.G." got one an A, two B's and a C (this one's in the gifted classes, y'all).
YAY, kids!!

Okay. That's enough for now. And I think that is enough.

I like the parenthetical* (a lot).


*(Am I the only person left alive who still reaches for the real dictionary even though Dictionary.com is right there?)

whachoo meen, spelchek?

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prettywittygirl
SO, my kids, being the smartlings that they are, asked what the difference between Democrat and Republican is. Dan started to explain it, but when ANYONE explains the difference, it always seems like a matter of opinion, not fact. SO I explained it to them in my own words:

"There really is no difference, only the appearance of 'choice'". My son was like, "Huh?" and I was all, "It's kinda like me telling you that I can either punch you in the face or kick you in the balls. You have a choice, but either way, you're still getting your ass kicked".

Score one for raising more liberal-communist-socialist hippies like me.

Boys will be boys. . . unfortunately.
punky
prettywittygirl
Yesterday (Sunday) Dan and I both had to work, so his sister A watched the kids for us. While they were over there, the boys decided it would be fun to throw rocks. Needless to say, one of those rocks went through someone's windshield. Fortunately, the car they hit belonged to a friend of Dan's other sister, M. They already got the estimate to fix it, and it's gonna be about $250, which is actually about $300 less than we thought it would be. The boys are grounded forever, though, and we're trying to impress upon them the idea that now that we owe this guy $250, there will be less "extras" around the house for a while. Blah.

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