lost woman song

Hello, mes bébés! So long since I’ve been here I hardly know where to start (never stopped me before, did it, lol?)

So what the hell is new at Casa del Loco?

Not much. Actually it’s the same old, same old. Nothing that bad, nothing that good, life is on an even keel. The “bad” thing about that is I get BORED when life is on an even keel. Bored, like wanting to do something to shake things up and y’all know from previous experience that can turn into a disaster, lol. Fortunately, I am just too beat to think up anything scandalous or devastating to mix things up.

So what do I WANT? Funny that, I can’t think of anything I really want.

Oh unless you count THIS:

My little Hidey-Hole

BigD has been promising me for nearly a month to get this put up in the yard. We have nearly all the materials to build it, including the wooden French doors. He keeps blowing me off.

I’m done asking him.

He likely will not appreciate the consequences.

I just looked through my archives for anniversaries past and realized that I still need to get Oct ’99 thru July ’02 online. And apparently, there IS nothing for 2003. Nothing. Anywhere. What the hell is up with that? Where was I and what the hell was I doing?

I DID find this one from the morning of our 15th anniversary party:

And why do I look so stressed? Because it looks like it’s gonna rain like a son-of-a-bitch and see that little piece of earth moving equipment behind me?


We’d just poured our patio the day before and it was making me nuts that the yard wouldn’t be cleaned up in time.

The party actually came off without a hitch and we had a friggin BALL.

(I am amazed at the color and clarity of that photo; taken with a Sony Cybershot!)

Twenty-fifth anniversary party plans are moving steadily along. Pig ordered and off to be butchered next Thursday. BigD has to get his ass in gear for sauerkraut and stuffing; I am in close contact w/Sonja and I believe things are going along well there. Can’t forget buns and condiments. Def putting out my newly canned sweet pickles and dills that TheBaby made.

Speaking of TheBaby, I was going through the archives to find a photo of the cake she made for our 15th anniversary – she was only 13 and she did such a sweet job! But hell … I can’t find it.

And how about them Brewers? The last two games were awesome, particularly Monday nights 9th inning.

Take THAT, Cubbies!


Okay darlins, I am off for the day.

I Want … Wednesday

What do you want to be good for you?

I want and endless supply of Pepsi and sitting on my ever-widening ass to be good for me.

Funny story – I don’t really do much of anything that isn’t “good” for me anymore.  I’ve more or less reached my quota of “not good” for me at this stage in my life.

I partied like a rockstar and f*cked like a pornstar in my younger days and came out none the worse for wear, except REALLY, REALLY fucking tired. I get grief from my daughter and my best friend because I don’t want to have “fun” anymore.

And when I DO decide to have a little fun – which at this stage of my life is sitting in the garage drinking a few beers and playing cribbage – my old ass is tipsy and in bed before midnight.

Wa-a-a-a-ahh … I am old.

I Want … Wednesday

What do you want to say to someone?

To my sister:

I love you and I miss you, but …

I DON’T miss your sense of entitlement or your “holier-than-thou” attitude.

I miss all the fun we’ve had, but …

I DON’T miss your narrow depth of field. In your world, there in no one but you.

I wish we could hang out and be together again, but …

I DON’T have the strength to put up with your back-stabbing and lack of empathy for others.

To my husband:

I love that I can pretty much tell you WHATEVER I want, WHENEVER I want. That is an incredible feeling, knowing that I have someone to share my innermost thoughts with, no matter how shitty they may sometimes be.

To my son:

I love you SO MUCH. I am proud of you that you’re following your dream and I BELIEVE in you more than you will ever know.

You’re funny and you’re smart … but you’re pissing your life away and you suck at gratitude and/or responsibility.

Grow the FUCK up.

To my daughter:

You have exceeded my wildest dreams in a daughter. I am so proud of you, so proud to be able to say that I am your mother.

Every minute spent with you is golden.

To my mama:

I miss you so … I can only hope that you’re looking down and can see what I’ve accomplished and see what I’ve passed on from you to my own children.