tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43762977487764155372024-02-08T15:16:23.254-05:00Just Their MomAshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-51362202465199823322011-03-05T14:54:00.000-05:002012-08-14T21:25:40.306-04:00<br />
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AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-19470264417120425972011-01-14T10:20:00.000-05:002011-01-14T10:20:00.840-05:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am so freaking aggravated today. Yesterday a news station posed a question on Facebook about "A report shows most people are at least 2 months behind on their mortgage and in danger of foreclosure..Are you?" I CAN NOT believe the holier than thou comments that people made! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For example: "No, we pay our bills" "Follow the Dave Ramsey plan and get it together". Are you freaking kidding me!?!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All it takes is one major illness to practically or to actually bankrupt a family. I know! Banks do not want to work with you, but what are they going to do with your house when you lose it? It will sit unoccupied for months/years and they will "eat" a majority of what you owe on it. It's pitiful that in this Country people have to lose their homes in order to stay alive. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am so sick of it. I am so sick of robbing Peter to pay Paul. I am so sick of people who "know" your situation. You don't! Shut up! I don't ask anyone for help, will NEVER ask anyone for help and walk or fall on my face all on my own. Yet when you call your bank and say, is there anyway to put this payment onto the end of the loan or can I just pay the interest, or anything and them refuse to help... it's frustrating. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why is it that everyone else thinks they know what is best for you?? I don't tell you my business, I don't ask you for help, so stay the hell out of it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hope you never have 20000.00 in Medical bills and get 3 months behind on your mortgage, but if you do, I promise to be sympathetic to you, understanding of you, helpful as I can for you, and at the very least pray for you. I promise not to judge you. AND I will never be Holier than thou towards you. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Something wrong with this Country folks, and It ain't gonna be fixed. Ever. </span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-72347115679955957802009-12-19T12:38:00.001-05:002009-12-19T12:43:32.042-05:00Things that happen at Walmart!<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">True Story:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Tonight I'm checking out at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Walmart</span>.. I'm almost done and I notice this lady behind me putting her items on the conveyor belt. She's wearing the same Bruce Springsteen concert shirt that I have. Here is how this conversation went:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Me: "Hey, did you see Bruce and the E Street Band in concert in Indy?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Random Stranger: "Yeah I did!!!!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Me: "Wasn't that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">soooo</span> cool, that was the last time Danny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Federici</span> ever played with the band, cause he died a few weeks later"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Random Stranger: "I know! I am Bruce's biggest fan"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Me: (somewhat appalled that she would even proclaim such nonsense) (insert sarcastic snicker here) "No.. I am.. I even had my senior pictures taken with a Bruce Springsteen background about 100 years ago <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Random Stranger: "I have EVERY CD he ever made"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Me: "So do I"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Random Stranger: "OH cool! What's your favorite Bruce video?? Do you like the Dancing in the Dark Video?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Me: "No, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LOL</span>" </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Random Stranger: "Cause of Courtney Cox??" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LOL</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Me: " Yep!!!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LOLOLOL</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Random Stranger: "I think my favorite Springsteen video ever is "I want my MTV".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> (you have to imagine that I am looking at her like she has THREE heads at this point)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Me: "I win" (as I walk away)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Wow. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> ****Dire Straits sang I want my MTV.. which is actually called "Money for Nothing"****<br /><br /><br />Peaceout Girlscout<br /></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-66204444492566653982009-12-14T19:26:00.002-05:002009-12-14T19:30:30.366-05:00To Blog or not to Blog.. that is the question!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Not a lot to blog about these days.. I hate to blog depressing things and that seems to be the state I've been in for awhile.<br /><br />Brad had to take a big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">paycut</span>, the Doc I work for semi-retired and took half of my pay with him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>, Christmas bills are here, Winter bills suck, Home-Owners insurance went up 900.00 a year. Yes, the decimal point is in the right place. Oh and let's not forget the fact that I'm being sued for a medical bill. The bill started out at 3400.00 (incurred in June) and I got it paid down to 1997.00 but didn't pay anything for the last 45 days (something about not being able to get blood out of a turnip) and so they served me last Friday. On an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">upnote</span>, I can now say I've been served. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span><br /><br />The economy is very very scary these days. I'm not alone in the suffering right now, I'm well aware of that. I am also not alone in my hunt for a second job. Which has been futile at this point. I have applied for cleaning positions, Medical Transcription positions, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Walmart</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Walgreens</span>, and now I am trying for H & R Block. Seasonal receptionist. The problem is, me and every other person in the world is trying to get another job.<br /><br />I considered going back to selling Tupperware. I did enjoy that and actually made a little bit of money doing it, but then again.. it's all full circle and the people who would be ordering from me are broke people now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span><br /><br />I am trying to re-work my budget right now... actually if anyone knows of a good FREE program, let me know. I'm also trying to work with other medical bills (currently have about 6500.00 in Medical Bills) The problem is you go to 10 different places owned by the same main Hospital and you get 25 different bills. It's B.S. On another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">upnote</span>, Brad and I will NO longer be pursuing any medical issues we have. We, being middle class (wishful thinking) citizens are the ones screwed by Insurance companies and Corporate America in general. (And people wonder why Obama got elected!?! Hello!!!!)<br /><br />Here's what really pisses me off. We don't over-spend, we don't go anywhere (vacations, out to eat etc) yet we still are now living paycheck to paycheck. You can't take a 65 % pay decrease in your household and make it. How in Hades do people with only one income survive?!<br /><br />We do not have an exorbitant house payment, or lifestyle. I drive a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kia</span> for God's sake! Brad has a 99 pickup.. (sigh)<br /><br />How are people surviving?!?! Seriously! I swear it would be so much easier to be a scum bag. Damn my parents for raising me with morals and values. They suck. (Yes, the parents and the morals thing)<br /><br />I tell ya what if I won the lottery (yes I know I talk about winning the lottery a lot, but don't worry I haven't had any extra money to buy tickets) I would probably be close to broke again because I would help out so many people like me. People who work their asses off and get nothing to show for it. It's discouraging.<br /><br />Well anyway.. so this is why I haven't blogged lately. It's just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pissy</span> blogging. Nothing funny or fun to share, so I don't like to.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Peaceout</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Girlscout</span></span></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-365279977457212182009-10-16T11:20:00.000-04:002009-10-16T11:21:24.165-04:00Bruce Springsteen.. yes, again lol<div>What/Who has been an incredible long-lasting part of your life? Through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">up's</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">down's</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">in's</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">out's</span>, trial's and tribulations?? Been there for you, comforted you, "seen" you grow, heck, "seen" you grow up? Always been there to turn to, always given you support that you maybe didn't even know that you needed??</div><div><br /></div><div>In some very strange way, it's always been Bruce Springsteen for me. Whether I was up or down, I could crank some Bruce and he was always there for me! I'm ready to rock, I listen to some Born To Run, Feeling down? He'll be a bit down with ya with some Thunder Road. Feel like dancing? How about some Dancing in the Dark? Seems in every stage of my life there's been a Bruce song to get me through. The Rising, Tenth Ave Freeze Out, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rosalita</span>... All of it! </div><div><br /></div><div>The sad part is I have 30 years invested in this "relationship" with Bruce and I will never meet the man. The icon. The hero. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh I've finally been blessed (March of 08) to see him and the E-Street Band (including the late Danny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Federici</span>) in concert. Which was a life-long dream, and the most incredible experience ever. Barring the birth of my children I suppose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span> BUT.. I will never meet the man. I will never be able to tell him the teenage angst he "saved me" through. The depressed days, the rocking days, the partying days, the melancholy days. And, lucky for him he'll never see the god-awful senior pictures he's "in" with me! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">LOL</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong, he's no God. He's not perfect. He is human. He's a dad, a husband, a friend to many. He's just like you and me ,yet he's completely unattainable. There is no way to tell him how you feel, what he means to you, what his music has meant to you. It doesn't seem quite fair that he can so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">intimately</span> know you, yet you can't know him.</div><div><br /></div><div>What is the one wish you would like to have granted? Except for the obvious spending time with loved one's who have passed? Mine would be to sit with Bruce for about an hour (okay well, an hour AFTER I regained <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">consciousness</span>) and just listen to him tell me about these songs I love. I always pick them apart, and try to understand them, see what he's really telling me. Would be interesting to know if I'm right on some of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've read the Bruce books, bought ever album, tape and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">cd</span> that exists, have every poster imaginable on my walls, watched every <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">tv</span> special there was and even seen the man in concert, yet I still don't know him. How can you love someone for 30 years and NOT know them. </div><div><br /></div><div>You may think you are his number one fan.. but I am. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Damnit</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Peaceout</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Girlscout</span></div>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-77262821132173288812009-09-20T14:17:00.002-04:002009-09-20T14:21:43.708-04:00RAOKWell, yet again I didn't win the lottery last night. On an upnote, no one did! lol<br /><br />I was sitting outside with my four-legged son a little while ago and I was thinking, "Man if I won the lottery what all would I do??"<br /><br />I know a lady who has Quints. Yep, that's five. They had two kids and wanted JUST ONE MORE.. well so much for that! lol<br /><br />I do know her Quints are all in braces. They go where Brenna goes. I also know how much Brenna's braces are costing me. I thought, Man, I would so pay off her kids' braces if I won the lottery, or even if I could afford to!<br /><br />That got me thinking.. Can't we all do something for someone? Even if it's not monetary?<br /><br />So my challenge to you is to every single day perform a RAOK for someone. (Random Act of Kindness).<br /><br />Let me know what ya do. Oh, and it'd be even cooler if the person that you do it for doesn't know you do it.<br /><br />For example, every year at Christmas time when me and the girls are at a drive-up somewhere I pay for the peoples food behind me. They always honk and wave, but they don't know me. It's pretty cool!<br /><br />So, go do it.<br /><br />RAOK everyday. Let me know what ya do!<br /><br /><br />Peaceout GirlscoutAshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-86164539775294458552009-08-16T12:27:00.000-04:002009-08-16T12:28:21.331-04:00Danggggggg I didnt win the Lottery!!!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I woke up this morning and was SHOCKED to find that I did not win the lottery. How can that be?!?! I bought a ticket and everything!!! lol<br /><br />What would you do if you won the lottery?? Being the oldest of five kids and having lots of nieces and nephews and friends I feel sure that I'd have no problem spending the money. However.. I'm not so sure anyone would know I won.<br /><br />I would certainly claim it as a "blind trust" type deal. I would probably not take the cash option because I'm too giving.. I'd be broke in a month lol No matter how many millions there are to win. Now don't get me wrong if I don't win in the next ten years I'd probably take the cash option and just blow it. Let's face it, I'm not in my early 20's or anything! <br /><br />The reality of winning the lottery is actually sort of scary. If you don't do it exactly right you put your family at risk. There are black-mailers who could easily make up stories about you, photoshop pictures etc. There are the risks of kidnap, and God forbid you actually do have a really jaded past, there might just be some real extortion.<br /><br />I'm thinking if I won no one would know. Maybe Brad lol Seriously.. if they knew I won the lottery they'd think I won $100,000 or so. I would never tell anyone that I had millions. I would get with each sibling individually, pay of most of there debt, give them the amount of money that the law allows before it's taxed again (somewhere around 10 grand) and call it a day. They would get great gifts, I'd pay for extended family vacations etc etc, but to know I have millions.. I don't think anyone would know that.<br /><br />I would want to move back home more than anything, but not sure I would. My girls have roots here, lives here. My oldest will be moving out soon and possibly getting married in a few years, my youngest wants to be a Doctor and intends on going to I.U. They have goals here. <br /><br />Hmm maybe I would tell everyone how much I won and they'd all just move here!! lol OR.. they'd all just give me my nieces and nephews! lol That would work too!<br /><br />Anyway... So what would you really do if you won 200 + million dollars??? I know you've thought about it!<br /><br />Peaceout Girlscout!</span></span></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-34405637527119641232009-08-13T21:19:00.001-04:002009-08-13T21:24:49.763-04:00A$$hole to Appetite<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">**DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF LANGUAGE OR PARTIAL CRUDENESS OFFENDS YOU**<br /><br />Why is it that the two things that men are most obsessed with about a woman are two of the major pains for women. Yep, I'm talking about "tits and ass". (henceforth referred to as T&A)<br /><br />Women should get a base-line Mammogram at 35. I'm knocking on 39's door but have recently had an "issue" come up. <br /><br />Wee bit of back story. I feel like crap. I hurt all the time. I'm exhausted all the time. My bones feel like wood being whittled away. I refuse to go to the Doctor. I refuse to complain. I refuse to look like a drug-seeker. I refuse to be poked, prodded, investigated, interrogated, jostled, nudged, stuck, punched, stirred, or even goosed for that matter. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sooo</span>...<br /><br />I start having horrible pains in my left boob (yes, I'm full of class) so because of a high family rate of Breast Cancer (and yes I know most Breast Cancer has NO pain affiliated with it) I decided it best to go see my Doc. I call...<br /><br />Me: "Hi, my name is Lisa *****, can you tell me how long it's been since I had my last "physical"<br />Receptionist: "Somewhere right about the time the wheel was invented."<br />Me: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ahhh</span> that's right... well, I need to set up an appointment for a pap smear and and an overall T&A check"<br />Receptionist: "Curb your enthusiasm, we can get you in in about a month"<br />Me: "Awesome, I'm looking forward to it".<br /><br />Now, let me tell you about this boob pain. It wasn't (read this as mono-tone as I'm saying it) "Wow, my boob hurts a little bit." It was, "Holy hell I am screaming my head off, grabbing my boob, stomping on the floor." and in public. NO matter where I was when the pain hit I had to yell out. There was no ability to stifle it. I knew no way I was waiting a month to stop screaming like an idiot in public and grabbing my left boob. <sigh> Wish I had a nickle for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">every time</span> someone thought I was having a heart-attack. Couldn't have been my right boob or anything!<br /><br />I call back to my Doc's office.<br /><br />Me: "Hi, it's Lisa ***** again, and my left boob is exploding off my chest and my nipple is more-than-likely going to fall off. I WILL take my bra off and my nipple will hit the floor soon. I should probably have her take a look at this asap."<br />Receptionist: "So you're having boob pain?"<br />Me: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">uhhhh</span>"<br />Receptionist: "We'll see you Friday".<br /><br />Now, I am a very very modest person. So of course if I'm going to get pain it will be somewhere in the T&A area. For sure.<br /><br />So I go to the Doc (and I do love my Doc) and she comes in the room.<br /><br />Doc: "Hey Lisa... still smoke? (me: Yep) Still not taking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cholesterol</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">meds</span>? (me: Nope) Okay, we got that covered, so what's up?? (This is why I like my doc, no harping, but wants me to know she disapproves <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span>)<br />Me: "Left boob's blowing off my chest. Cool trick huh??"<br />(Insert image of Doc feeling me up at this point.. on second thought poke yourself in the eye with a pencil.. QUICK!! and get that image out of your head)<br />Doc: "When was your last mammogram?"<br />Me: "Officially a coon's age ago"<br /><br />I told her I take a lot of OTC <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">meds</span>. She asked Why.. I said, because I hurt all over all the time. She asks what I take.. I said.."Excedrin back and body, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tylenol</span> arthritis, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">aleve</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">advil</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">tylenol</span> pm and anything else I can find at the store that claims to help". <br /><br />She says she's going to order my "yearly" (since I don't go yearly.. not so much) blood tests.<br /><br />Mind you, I kinda feel blown off by her about whether or not the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">meds</span> could be building up in system and maybe I'm doing the boob pain to my self. However, I let it go because I figure I can ask her more in 2 weeks when I go in for the lube and oil change.<br /><br />I get a phone call Monday morning at work.<br /><br />Nurse: "Hi Lisa, listen your Calcium test came back pretty high and Doc wants a repeat done ASAP.. can you come over now and do that??"<br />Me: "No, I work for a Doc too. I'll be over after work"<br /><br />So I go in after work and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Phlebotomist</span> used a Garden Hose to suck out more of my blood (seriously she should NOT be taking peoples blood)<br /><br />They call me back Tuesday.. it's exactly the same, the first test wasn't a fluke.<br /><br />I of course, google high calcium... and find <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hyperparathyroidism</span>.. OH MY GOD! Every freaking symptom belongs to me (and you too probably if you google it as well! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">lol</span>) Then I read on that site. You should NEVER have high calcium (also, I hate milk and cheese so I'm certainly not picking up added Calcium in my diet) My Doc wants to wait a month and see what happens. <br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Umm</span> okay. <br /><br />Yeah, it sort of pisses me off. According to that site it says (and this is a quote) "If your Dr says, let's wait and see what happens.. find a new Doctor."<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Argh</span>. I went to school for a secondary education for what seemed like an Eternity. Constantly going back getting certified, (no comments from the peanut gallery on that one) making sure I knew enough to help people, and just enough to give my kids every disease known to man when they were sick. (Yes, sometimes knowledge is a bad thing) But I know nothing about Calcium. Except what I google. <br /><br />I'll keep ya updated after I get another blood test done on Sept 3.<br /><br />So there is a little lumpy dude in my boob. I have to go tomorrow for a diagnostic mammogram. I had to pick up my old films today to take with me to this "special" diagnostic place. <br /><br />Pretty cool. My boobs fit in a little envelope. And here I thought I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">amptly</span> blessed! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">lol</span><br /><br />Anyway.. that's my medical/life update.<br /><br />Now, Just have to remember to remind my Doc on next Friday to take everything out when she's done with the "oil and lube job" so I don't clink when I walk and we'll be good!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Ohhhh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">btw</span>.. fun thing to do next time you get your pap smear and your Doctor's arm is inside of you all the way up to her elbow (sorry fellas) cough and say, "Damn, Doc you're choking me". It's a good tension breaker! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">lol</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Peaceout</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Girlscout</span>!</span></span></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-48659156442407476952009-04-14T18:15:00.003-04:002009-04-14T18:35:35.535-04:00Graduation, Oprah, Darius Rucker.. I think they all suck now...<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">My oldest baby graduates in about a month and I'm sucking at this. In fact, anyone who reminds me of this in any shape, form or fashion sucks too. </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">TIVO</span> Oprah everyday. I might not always watch it because it might not be something I'm really interested in but for the most part I check it out everyday and watch most days. </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I almost didn't watch today. It was all Country singers. I'm not a fan. I don't dis-like Country music or it's performers, it's just not my preference. Though I do love some Travis <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tritt</span> and Toby Keith (I like the IN YOUR FACE kinda stuff... with attitude!) Anyway, it said Darius <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rucker</span> was going to be on today so I had to watch that. I had heard he "switched sides" but hadn't heard any of it yet. Those of us more prone to Rock will only know, or refer to Darius <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rucker</span> as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hootie</span>. Let's just say watching this show was stupid. Okay, wait, when they talked to Kenny <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chesney</span> he talked about my man (duh.. Bruce) so that was cool. Onward....</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">What a boo-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">hoo'ing</span> baby I turned out to be! Now, before Darius <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rucker</span> (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hootie</span>) sang Carrie Underwood sang. She sang some song about a woman who's husband was killed at war. I'll give it to her it was a good song and it was even a little bit rocking. On to Darius <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rucker</span>. "It won't be like this for long". Wow.. Darius, you suck. Hard. I can never ever ever listen to that song again. At least not until AFTER Ashton graduates. No, probably never. (I'll go find the lyrics and post them at the end of this blog)</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I know every parent at some point thinks, "I can't wait till he/she moves out, they're on their own etc etc". This is also generally thought of when you're also thinking of ways of ripping their vocal chords out, gluing their eyeballs into a non-rolling position or taking the bedroom door completely off the hinges before it can get slammed even one more time! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">However, I have NEVER ever said that. Ever. What is wrong with me!?? It's not like I'm blessed with precious little angels who've never done wrong! (Yes, I'm blessed, but angels.. no.) Believe me, I've been through it. I just have never <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wanted</span> them to go anywhere. I don't want Ashton to be almost 19, I don't want her to Graduate, I don't want her to start College, I don't want her to move out, I don't want her to do any of that!! (Insert mental image of me stomping my foot).</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I just think kids are too young when they graduate. They should have to go to High School till they're 20. What if I didn't do a good enough job?? OH MY GOSH!!! This is my daughter who can't even order for herself in restaurants. </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">What if I don't know where she is, or if she doesn't get home by 12:30 (her curfew while living in my house) or if she ate, or what if I hear sires and she doesn't answer, what if I don't what she's wearing so that I have the ability to tell the police exactly what clothing she had on the last time I saw her (Yes, I'm actually serious about this.. I'm anal about knowing what they're wearing for this sole purpose). I can't go to sleep till the girls are safe and sound in the house, the alarm is set, Max is ready to eat whoever may come knocking, and Smith and Wesson are laying soundly on my nightstand. HOW AM I EVER GOING TO SLEEP AGAIN?!?! I won't.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Some might say I'm having a hard time letting go. </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I'm never going to survive Graduation day. I'll be that crazy mom running down to the field-house floor screaming, "my baby, my baby, mommy loves you". Then passing out, being rushed to the Psych ward via ambulance. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">That'll</span> be me. Who am I kidding!? Her open house is the day before and I won't even make it through that to actually get to Graduation day!</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I don't like this, I don't have to like this, I won't like this. (insert stomping of the foot again)</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">This sucks.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Peaceout</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Girlscout</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://http//www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/darius_rucker/it_wont_be_like_this_for_long.html">http://http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/darius_rucker/it_wont_be_like_this_for_long.html</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-89741016234182239912009-04-06T21:19:00.003-04:002009-04-06T21:29:24.588-04:00Things no one tells you about being a mom<span style="color:#000099;">So I was going to wait and post this tomorrow but turns out I have a bit more free time tonight so here goes! </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">THINGS NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT BECOMING A MOTHER:</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">1. You will not instantly know which cry stands for what. Oh you learn quick enough but it's not instant.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">2. You will never pee by yourself again. If by chance you do get in there and get the door shut before the "little person" can come in.. you WILL see little fingers under the door and hear, "mommy.. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">whatcha</span> doing??". I haven't peed alone in almost 19 years. True Story.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">3. You have to take care of these little people no matter what you feel like, how tired you are, or no matter if you have a 105 degree temp and you're throwing up your toes. They don't care.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">4. They will break your heart. One way or another they will, and they will do this repeatedly.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">5. You will never become a master. By the time you figure out the perfect bottle schedule, they're ready for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">sippy</span> cups, perfect diaper changing in 6.8 seconds or less, it's time to potty train, figure out a way to soothe their colicky selves, they outgrow it. You'll never have the upper hand.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">6. You can't kill other people's mean kids. No matter how awful they are to your child, it's still against the law. I still think there should be one day a year, but no matter, Mr. Government doesn't agree. Now, if he was Mrs. Government and had children it'd be a whole other story!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">7. They will someday tell you that they hate you. On an up note usually you're so pissed off that it doesn't really hurt you when they say that! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">8. They will tell their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-school, and Kindergarten teachers every single thing you say or do and god forbid you give them a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for supper one night that will be the first words out of their mouths to their teacher. Guaranteed.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">9. They will get sick and it will hurt your heart like nothing else.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">10. They will get their hearts broken and just as it is illegal to kill other peoples children, it's also illegal to kill teenage boys. Though I do think Mr. Government should re-evaluate this law.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">11. They will grow up and leave you. This hurts the most by far.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">12. They will love you forever. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">13. They will make every single sappy song you hear on the radio bring you to tears. Examples: "I hope you Dance" ; "My wish"; "Butterfly kisses" The list goes on and on.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">14. They will be your legacy, which is pretty dang cool.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">15. They might well be the only thing in which you own outright! </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">There are a great many more secrets but alas, I'm afraid if I divulge too much the "Mothers" of the world will hunt me down and delete my blog all together. I think their theory is if they must experience all of this first hand, then so must you.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Peaceout</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Girlscout</span></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-2862885130601226962009-04-06T19:58:00.003-04:002009-04-06T20:20:04.070-04:00Just their mom<span style="color:#006600;">It's been a long time since I've blogged. A lot of things have happened. My parents house burnt to the ground on Jan 28<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> during the severe ice storm in Kentucky, and other things. Life gets complicated. I'm not going to elaborate on any of the fire things; frankly they're almost too painful to continue to rehash anyway.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">The point of this blog is to ask you, Do you have any idea why my blog title, and the literal blog title is Just Their Mom? Well, I'll answer that for you!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">When I became a mother I lost me. Willingly, and I knew it was going to happen I just didn't know the severity of it. You take your newborn to the Pediatrician for the first time and he says, "Hi, you must be Ashton's mom." Well, it's all down hill from there. Add in another child and then it become, "Hi, you must be Ashton and Brenna's mom."</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">As my children got older it became more increasingly clear that I was, in face, just their mom. I no longer had my time, I no longer had certain friends. You know, the ones who weren't someones mom. I no longer had shower/bath time. No one tells you all the things that you won't have because you're "Just Their Mom". </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Shaved legs? Forget about it. If you can get in and out of a shower with at least some degree of soap hitting your body before your baby starts to scream for you then "YOU GO GIRL!!!" If you manage to pee by yourself then "YOU GO GIRL" If you actually get makeup put on your face then "YOU GO GIRL". Trust me.. you won't be able to do much! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">It sucks even worse if you quickly, albeit not of your own choice, become a single mom with a newborn baby, as did I. I went to school full time, worked three jobs, and spent every single second I could with Ashton. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ohhh</span> I cherished my time, but do not for a minute think it was all peaches and cream. I can honestly say there was only one time that I lost it. She was about 6 months old, we lived next door to my mom and dad, I had gone to school that day from 7:30 am to 2:30 pm, worked at Discount Video from 3:00 to 6:00 then Lourdes from 6:30 to 11:00. I then had to go home, study, spend time with her etc. She cried from midnight to 3 am. I was holding a bottle while she was laying in her crib begging her to take it. I was crying, she was crying. I turned around and threw the bottle with all my might out of her room, it exploded hitting the wall and formula going everywhere. I then picked her up took her over to mom and dad in the middle of the night, me bawling, her bawling. I laugh when I picture the look on my dad's face as he sat up in his bed in the middle of the night like," What the hell is going on?!!" I told my mom, "Okay, I can't do this, you can have her, I'll sign over custody" My mom took Ashton for about three seconds and she was sound asleep. I said,"okay, give her back I'm taking her home." My mom asked me to let her stay there and for me to actually get some sleep but I did take her home! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> I was 20. Going through a divorce and my ex-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">best friend</span> was having a baby with my husband. Interesting time in my life <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Move forward to having Brenna. I was happily married, Brad was an excellent father to Ashton and he was amazing with Brenna. He got up made her bottles, changed her, then gave her to me to feed etc. Brad would NEVER say a bad word about anyone. He's quiet, laid back etc. I, of course am none of those things <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> Life was so peachy when Brenna was a newborn. I remember one night she was a couple of weeks old and she was laying on my pillow in the middle of the night and I was feeding her and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ooh'ing</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">aah'ing</span> over her and I asked him, "Do you think you'd want to have another baby, possibly a boy?" He said, "No." I kept asking, "Why?" "Are you sure?", "Well, why wouldn't you?" I, of course, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">harassed</span> the man for an hour about this till he finely said, "Lisa, I'll never say this again, but I don't think I can go through 9 more months of that". I literally laughed my head off! I really didn't think I was that bad!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> Apparently I was! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">In all actuality I truly never had another hankering for another baby. So it all worked out! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">When Ashton started <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-school and t-ball and all of those things it became abundantly clear to me that I was in fact, "Just their mom". </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Just today, a woman came into the office and this is how the conversation went, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ohh</span> Hi! Aren't you Brenna's mom??" I said, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ohhh</span> yeah, you're Mackenzie's mom aren't you?" That hit me like a ton of bricks! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> It's so true.. I am just their mom! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Granted over the years that has changed and the me that I had to become is a lot less needed and in a lot less demand. Now I'm finding that I'm having to become Lisa and Just their mom.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">For some reason when they can start to prepare all of their meals (DO NOT get me wrong, I still get a phone call everyday at 5:00 pm from my almost 19 yr old saying, "Mom, What's for dinner?") and they become a lot more self-sufficient (which I apparently am responsible for) then you're just not as needed. It's sad, refreshing, horrifying, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exhilarating</span>, terrifying, it's truth.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">My marching band sweatshirt that I've worn , very proudly, for the past four years says on the back, "Ashton's mom". My friend Jeanette has one that says, "Caitlin's mom". I had those made because that's who we are. I'm just not so sure if that's all I am anymore. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Tomorrow I plan on blogging and exposing all of the "Silent truths" that other mother's , including your own do not tell. Stay tuned I'm not sure how long all the "mothers" out in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">cyber</span> land will allow our secrets to be exposed on the world wide web! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">If I don't return to post those, that means they got to me. Send help.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Peaceout</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Girlscout</span>!</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-49123855545151283452009-01-22T21:08:00.002-05:002009-01-22T21:23:57.119-05:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Ya know when they say that Walmart carries something for everyone, they ain't a kidding! They even care Valentines gifts that your stalker can purchase for you!! True story! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">They have these gorillas, stuffed hearts etc that play you songs. Songs that are what I call, "Stalkery". </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">For instance, on the gorilla if you push his hand he plays Blondies, "One way or another". Let's think about this a minute.. "One way or another, I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya, one way or another" or her line "I will drive past your house, and if the lights are all down, I'll see who's around" STALKER! Of course, all the gorilla plays is "One way or another, I'm gonna find you , I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya one way or another". Still... very odd.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Odder yet! The stuffed heart when pressed in the center that plays Animotions, "Obsession".."I will have you Yes I will have you I will find a way and I will have you Like a butterfly A wild butterflyI will collect you and capture you" Seriously dude.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">I've never really understood the obsession (yes, pun intended) with these songs! So now they're making money off of all the psych patients in the world that buy these for their "loves". Just weird! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Some of my favorite stalker songs? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">1. Aforementioned-- One way or another by Blondie (we all love to scream/sing this song especially the part that says, "I'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food get lost in the crowd" Fun! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">2. Two Steps Behind by Def Leppard</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">3. Stalker By Goldfinger (just cause of the name alone! lol)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">4. Right Here Waiting For you by Richard Marx (and we all slow danced to this song in high school! HELLOOO!!!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">5. Come To My Window by Melissa Etheridge (still a rocking song, no matter!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">So, for all you stalkers, head to walmart and get your stalkee a Valentines present!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Peaceout Girlscout</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-87369739875709893692009-01-21T19:48:00.002-05:002009-01-21T20:06:33.960-05:00Sexy men?? Who says??<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Today I was looking at the cover of an old People magazine.. You know the one, the one with the "Sexiest men". I'll give them Hugh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jackman</span>.. he is.. but only for the reasons I'll list a bit further down.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">I don't see some of them. They're just "pretty boys". I haven't decided if it's the Ky girl in me, or if it's the way "I'm made". </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">As you all know, I hate dressing up.. I love casual, I like shorts, t shirts, jeans, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nikes</span>, flip flops, or NO SHOES at all! I like camping, and riding motorcycles, and things like that. Opera and Symphony?? Really not my cup of tea. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">Anyway.. I got to thinking, so what do I think is sexy? When I was in high school (before I really really knew what sexy was) I would have said, Patrick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Swayze</span>, Kevin Bacon, Bruce Springsteen (and yes, he's still sexy, cause he still fits my "idea of sexy".)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">Now I'm 38 and I think I know what Sexy means to me. It means, rugged. Yep, rugged. You know, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Carhart</span> coats and bibs, not tuxes and Ralph Lauren slacks, laugh lines, a five o'clock shadow, trucks, salt and pepper hair, a working man, not one that has hired hands, laughter, a man with some meat on his bones! I just couldn't hardly find any men in that magazine that fit that profile! Except, Hugh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jackman</span>. I'm not a Hugh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jackman</span> fan, but at least he fit it (except his eye color, but that's just a personal choice of mine) What I did find is some "pretty men". Oh yes, there is a huge difference! I don't mean, oh-my-god-Bret-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Michaels</span>-looks-prettier-in-his-make-up-than-I-do kind of pretty, I just mean pretty to look at. But not to play with. ;) Example? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Shamar</span> Moore, Robert Buckley, Matt Damon. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ohh</span> and who said David <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Beckham</span> was sexy? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ew</span>. (again, personal choice)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">I'd kinda like to see People Magazine do an expose' on what they think is Romantic! I bet they'd come up with silly things like Roses, wine, dancing, candle-lit dinners. When real women know that this stuff is nice.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">cheesey</span>.. but nice. Not Romantic. Romantic is the way he is with dogs, kids, old people.. the way he picks up when not asked to, the way he hugs, the way he touches, the way he looks at you and you KNOW he's crazy about you.. the way he keeps the yard nice and above all else, the most Romantic thing he can do... put the seat down. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ahhhh</span> my fluttering heart! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;">Maybe I'm a rarity in my thoughts, but I don't think so. I think most normal women want the same man I've described. Not one that's pretty, but one that's fun to play with. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Peaceout</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Girlscout</span></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-81582949931531589482009-01-19T19:10:00.002-05:002009-01-19T19:33:33.091-05:00I'm a rambling woman..........<span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">I have the same question as everyone else on planet Earth. "How's come when something goes wrong it multiplies into other things going wrong?" (my H.S English teacher, Donna Wear would be so proud of that sentence!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">Isn't that true though? You can never have just one thing happen at a time! Ashton's car broke down (yet again.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fricking</span> Dodge vehicles <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grrr</span>) Car Insurance and everybody and their brother is due <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">allll</span> at the same time, trying to sell a camper worth 24,000.00 and people want to give me 8000.00. Bite me. Brad's company shut down for a few weeks so no pay there. Braces, senior pictures, graduation invitations, class ring,car insurance, health insurance, wisdom teeth getting cut out (1700.00) ouch!, higher gas, water, electric and cable bills!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ARGH</span>! Someone remind me why I don't drink!?! Or at the very least tell me where to get one of those money trees that I just know my parents had at one time! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">On the other hand.. the weather here last week was crap. Wednesday on the way to work I was so close to a car accident that I had to pick car parts off the front of my car in order to continue on my way to work. I was shaking so badly that I was trying to figure out how to drive my stick-shift car! The next day, Thursday on the way to work I witnessed an accident that killed a mother and her 12 year old son (they were from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kankekee</span> Illinois, traveling through here to Delaware and she drove up under a stopped semi going 70 mph). I called Brad afterwards (yeah, cause that's safe) and told him, "Those poor people are dead. There is no way anyone survived that. The Grand Am they were in is gone.. nothing left but part of the back seat and the trunk." Turns out the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">woman's</span> 6 year old daughter and her fiance' were both in the back seat and both survived. So that haunts me. The little girl seeing what happened to her mother and brother. All I could do was say a prayer as I drove by, and all day long. It's all I thought about. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">So I guess the moral of the story is, no matter what bills are coming due that I can't pay, no matter how bad of a day I have at work (and I rarely have a bad day at work, because I choose not to!), or no matter that Brenna has the flu and Ashton has a cold so severe that I wouldn't recognize her on the phone! or that Brad's company has them cut down to just a few days a week, only enough to pay health insurance and 401K (which has really been bit in the butt as of late) that I have my life, and the life of my girls. For that I'm thankful.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">Speaking of Thankful....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">I got an email from a girl I went to high school with. Really made my day. Maybe she realized I'm a pretty cool chick! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span> Here's a short excerpt from her email , "<em>I loved you and Edie's High School post, I started to answer it but I think the majority of the answers would have been N/A due to me being way to uptight or judgmental at the time. If only I could go back and change that."</em> (She's referring to a post on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">facebook</span>). Anyway.. that got me thinking.... (scary I know) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">There are a handful of people that I have always despised from High School. Listen, these people made it their life mission to make my life hell. They succeeded. I was miserable. They even went on to change my name in the yearbook to some fake name that they say I made up (I did not)(They were on the yearbook staff). So even in my yearbook when I go back to look at group pictures, say pep band etc It says a fake name, not mine, where my name should be. They would go up and down the halls and bark at me and call me a dog. I was so sad. The one thing I did was to hold my head up and give them the proverbial bird. But I will say and freely admit to the fact that that bullying has bothered me for 24 years. I'm trying very hard to figure out how to forgive them. Oh, no not to their face, I could care less. I need to forgive them for me. I'm gonna work on that. Anybody got a giant eraser or a time machine I can borrow?! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">Anyway.. haven't blogged in forever so thought I would pop on for a few. Thanks for the email today... you know who you are.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Peaceout</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Girlscout</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-56030983890023359492008-11-25T00:36:00.002-05:002008-11-25T00:44:30.255-05:00"Don't make me kick you in the forehead"<span style="color:#006600;">I suppose if you don't know me you really have to understand the relationship I have with my girls. We laugh all the time. They're great girls (Yes, I know I've said this countless times before, but they are) We always have a good time! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">One of my phrases to them is , "Don't make me kill you in front of witnesses", or just "Don't make me kill you". That sounds really really bad, but it's a JOKE. Now Ashton on the other hand always says, "Don't make me kick you in the forehead" Which I find so hard to hear her say because when she was little and she didn't feel good she'd say, "mommy feel my fourth head I think I have a flever". I would always tell her, "If the other three don't have flevers than neither does the fourth one". So cute. Anyway, I digress. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">So tonight we're all packing up to go to Disney and we're all standing in the foyer (me, Ashton and Brenna) In the foyer is a bench and a hall table , mirror etc. I had asked Ashton to go out to her car and get the Colts blanket so I could wash it to take on the trip, I bent down to pick up Max, she lifted her leg to put on shoes, and she "kicked me in the forehead". Wow, it smarted! The funny thing is I had just told Brenna that I was getting a headache! Ashton technically hit me in the forehead with her knee, but of course it fell back to the "Don't make me kick you in the forehead". We laughed till I about peed my pants.. then I kept saying, "Ohh man, is their a mark on my forehead" </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">A few minutes later I seriously thought, "I'm gonna look at my forehead, she really nailed it". I go in the bathroom and I had some red areas... then I remembered I got my eyebrows waxed this afternoon! HA!!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I can't wait to hear the jokes that come from this!! We love to laugh, so BRING IT ON! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Peaceout Girlscout!</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-27591961799836768272008-11-23T19:41:00.000-05:002008-11-23T19:42:45.833-05:00People who make a difference<span style="color:#333399;">We all have people that have impacted our lives, made a real difference in them. I suppose we all encounter someone every day that makes a difference in our lives, or at the very least our day.<br />I grew up in a little town, maybe 1000 people. As my mom always said, "People around here know ya fart before you do it". Maybe not the most eloquent thing my mother ever said, but the truth all the same.</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"><br />We lived in a house in this small town and right next door lived my great-grandmother. She was really the only grand-mother I ever knew. My dad's mom had Multiple Scleoris and was an invalid as long as I can remember. In fact, she lived at our house for several years and we took care of her. I remember how pissed off I was as a 13-14 year old kid having to feed my grandmother baby food, and help move her bowels, or lift her up and change her with the hydralic lift. I still feel extreme guilt to this day because of those feelings I had. Oh I know it's normal, I also am sure that my parents felt a little burdened. It's human nature. When she was in the nursing home I remember getting off the school bus at the Elementary School and walking across the street to the nursing home to put lotion on her hands and feet, or to paint her nails, or to start one of her tapes of Christian music. She couldn't speak because of the M.S but she could sing, "I'll Fly Away". That song still means a lot to me. Maybe I wasn't a horrible grandchild to her, but I'm also quite sure I'll live with that guilt forever.<br /><br />My grand-daddy (Dad's dad) was an amazing man. I don't think there's anyone who didn't love him. He would work, go feed Grandmaw at the nursing home on his lunch, go to my great-grandmothers and eat lunch quickly with her, go back to work and do the same thing again at supper. He'd stay at the nursing home with Grandmaw till time to go to bed. He did this over and over and over again for many many years. He would call the house and pretend to disguise his voice, funny thing is my dad does the same thing. He'd pretend to not know who you were etc. He offered me 10.00 to let him pull my tooth one time. I DID NOT take him up on that offer!! Imagine how much 10.00 was in the 70's! LOL He was the first person I ever lost that I truly loved. I was 11 and I can still feel that pain. What a great great man he was. I still miss him.<br /><br />But my great-grandmother.. wow. She was the reason I did many things, wanted things.. I remember there used to be a little ceramics store downtown and I'd go in there and buy these useless trinkets and take one to grandmaw and she'd be so thrilled. She put them on the counter in her house, proudly displayed for all to see. My little brother, Matt, got a ring out of a gumball machine and had to give it to Grandmaw. I'm pretty sure she died with that ring on. She wore it for years and years. She's the reason I wanted to get my drivers license. She didn't drive and we would walk to the grocery or post office. I wanted to be able to take her. I think one of my proudest moments of my life is driving her to the little post office. The woman could cook. Oh my, what I wouldn't give to have her cook me another meal.. at the very least her potato salad. I was pregnant with Brenna when she died and she died right around my 23rd birthday. She moved to Florida with her kids when I was 18 but we wrote each other all the time. She had grandchild named Lesa, so the funny thing is in all these letters I have they're addressed to "Lesa" , not Lisa lol I don't care that she never spelt my name right. I had her everyday of my life till she moved to Florida. Every single day. And you know what? I miss her. Every single day. Every day. My brother has a daughter named after her. Hallie. She's spunky like Grandmaw too. I can still smell her.. the kind of lotion or perfume that she used, hear her laughter, and when she was really really mad she'd say "Shhht" she never cursed. That was as close as it came for her, but it made me laugh then and it makes me laugh now. It makes me so incredibly sad that my kids didn't know her. She met Ashton when Ashton was 2. I have pictures of her being held by Grandmaw, but it's just not the same. I wish they could know her love. She offered the greatest love to all she knew. She was 92 when she died, but it doesn't matter... I wanted her to live to be 192. She was 88 when she moved to Florida. I miss those 4 years too. I'm glad her kids got those four years, but I'm just selfish enough to be jealous that they got them. I certainly don't mean that as cruel as it sounds. Just the truth. She is a huge part of the who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. Man, I miss her. <br />I recently watched an epiosde of John Edwards Cross Country.. in the episode John says, "We never get over losing them, we just get through it". She's been gone since 93, I guess I'll always just "get through it". I hope she knew how much I loved her. I hope she still knows. <br /><br /><br />Peaceout Girlscout</span><br /></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-24724025821296811302008-11-10T21:06:00.000-05:002008-11-10T21:20:38.894-05:00Lost Diamonds<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">So the other day I was sitting in the recliner and must have lifted my right hand to move my hair back on the right side of my head.. I felt this stab. I looked down at my hand and I sucked all of the air out of the atmosphere. You know, one of those incredibly loud and long inward sighs? I had lost the diamond out of my engagement ring. I was horrified, saddened and at a loss. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">immediately</span> started replaying every moment of that day in my head.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Before I get too far I know you're thinking I typed "right hand" by mistake. I did not. This was my original engagement ring, which was a half carat round solitare. I wear my 10 yr anniversary gift (Engagement ring) a full carat round solitare on my left hand, along with my "gotten over the years" wedding band and anniversary band. On my right hand I wear my original just plain "we're too poor right now to get really cool bands" gold wedding band and my half carat round solitare.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Anywho.. My hubby says, "What????" in a half scared sort of way, and once I can breathe outwardly again I yell, "I lost the diamond out of my engagement ring". His response? Where? Okay, "How the hell do I know??" (yep, that was my response) I thought, "Okay, I put in a load of towels, it could have snagged on that, it could have snagged on the blankets when I was sleeping the night before", so of course I search everywhere. Brenna helped me pull towels out of the washer (although we had to wait for it to stop cause the damn thing won't let you open it till it's good and ready) We checked the dryer vent, the laundry room floor, my bed, everywhere! I never did find it. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">My hubbys response to this entire situation was , "It's no big deal, that just gives me an idea of something to get you later on when we have the money." "Don't stress about it, you're never going to find it and it's no big deal." "You shouldn't feel bad, shit happens." "Lisa, seriously, it's no big deal." This went on for 4-5 hours that day as I proceeded to tear the house apart. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Later in the afternoon Ashton (who was at work during most all of this) comes home and she says, "So was it the big diamond or the smaller one?" I responded, "The smaller one, but it was my original" All of a sudden Brad is laughing hysterically.. I'm like, WHAT is your deal?? FREAK!! lol He said, "oh my god, that's great news, I thought it was the carat.. I can come way closer to replacing the half someday" </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">It was so funny to me that he kept up the "no big deal" attitude all day, when in the back of his mind he must have been going, "OMG that's 3000.00 laying around this house somewhere!!!" Ohh it makes me laugh outloud right now even. He's a good guy. But... he is a guy.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Listen... I love my carat, but I was really upset about losing this. Men don't get the value of diamonds. (outside of the monetary bit of it)</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Most importantly, it's my own fault I lost it. It's been snagging on stuff for months and I never took it to be checked. My carat does it too because I have a prong that's a bit wider than it should be. It's spread out over the last 6 years. I don't take my rings off for anything... why have them if you don't wear them all the time.. besides, they have meaning, so I wear them. I will be taking this carat ring to the Jeweler on Tuesday to have the prong fixed! </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Use this as a reminder to go and get your rings checked. It really sucks if something happens to them!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Peaceout Girlscout</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-80714447743130877562008-11-09T12:49:00.001-05:002008-11-09T13:07:20.410-05:00Soul searching.<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;">I was reading another blog and was very interested in how this young girl (age 21) was trying to come to the realization of who she is. What she stands for. What's important to her. So I got to thinking.. I'm 38. Who am I? Who really knows who I am? So I have decided to tell me (and you if you're going to continue to read ha!) who I am. What I like. What I don't. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">1. I am first and foremost a mom. Very happy to be a mom! </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">2. I can't say I loved High School, though I had a select few I did love. Kevin, Annette, Edie, LaChelle, Karen, Scott, Gregg. Not many more.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">3. I loved Band. I still do. I was a band geek, my girls are band geeks.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">4. I love roller coasters.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">5. I hate fake people.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">6. I hate dresses.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">7. I love Bruce Springsteen!</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">8. I always tip well. (You should too)</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">9. I have many fears. Mostly about something happening to one of my girls.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">10. I love my canine son, Max, probably too much.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">11. I love to read. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">12. I would love to meet Stephen King, Bruce Springsteen and Eve (she's on my shit list for the whole apple thing.. long story, but it involves me having to go through childbirth) ha!</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">13. I love Pepsi. Way too much. I am an addict. (have the tattoo to prove it)</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">14. I love my job. Not every aspect of course, but for the most part, I do.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">15. I love gum. Cinnamon gum rocks.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">16. I am the oldest of five kids. I actually like/love all of my siblings.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">17. I love music. It's like the blood coursing through my veins. It's just that important to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">18. I love being an Aunt. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">19. I love to play games on the computer. (reflexive.com or pogo.com)</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">20. I'm a shorts and t-shirt and no shoes kinda gal. Don't try to change me ,it will never work.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">21. I hate spiders. Seriously.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">22. I'm a scorpio. That should explain a lot.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">23. I hate lipstick.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">24. I have 4 tattoos. Yes, four. A Pepsi logo, a butterfly, and dolphin and a half moon, half sun with <em>Ashton</em> above the tattoo and <em>Brenna</em> below it.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">25. I hate racism.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">26. My favorite meals are usually meals I make. Which sort of sucks lol</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">27. I adore my girls, and I'm quite sure they're spoiled rotten. But they are good girls.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">28. The first car I drove was a 1977 Country Squire Station wagon with wood paneling down the side. Holy Hell it was horrible!!! But.. it got me where I was going and when I graduated I bought me a brand new 88 escort gt. Man I loved that car.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">29. There are about four people from High School that I still despise with ever fiber in my being. Hmmm 20 years later and I still haven't gotten over it. Must have really pissed me off.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">30. I hold grudges (see previous # lol)</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">31. I love bubble wrap.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">32. I smoke. And I like to. Get over it.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">33. I don't drink on a regular basis, but I have been hammered several times. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">34. I love to drive fast.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">35. I don't judge people. Well, I try very very hard not too.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">36. I love that people can change. (sharp contrast to my # 29 eh?)</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">37. I can be very moody.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">38. If I'm pissy it's best to leave me alone. Doesn't usually take people long to figure that out.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">39. I'm funny. I love to laugh and cut up.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">40. I hate cats.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">So there you have it. 40 of some of the things that define who I am, what I am and what I'm all about. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I really hope that this young lady finds out who she is, but part of me wants to tell her that it's going to take more than 21 years to find out. I've had 38 and I'm still learning.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Peaceout Girlscout</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-67379569334349885922008-11-05T21:03:00.000-05:002008-11-05T21:21:12.166-05:00Updates, Thoughts, Elections and Ramblings<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;">Well, Marching Band is officially over! :( and :) We went to State Finals and came in 8th place. I'm okay with that! These kids are so awesome and I truly love each and every one of them! I'm so happy to have been able to devote much of my time over the last four years to their lives. Mostly to Ashton's life of course, but I'm so pleased to have been able to be a "mom" to many.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I turned 38 years old on Monday, which was also Marching Band honor night, which I also bawled all the way through, and on November 3rd I became an Aunt again. Marisa Antoinette Erdahl was born! (Megan and Victor's baby girl) She was named after Megan's best friend Marisa, and Ashton Antoinette (my oldest baby)</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">This past Monday Ashton and Brenna started band together (Ashton marched and Brenna doesn't so they had seperate bands during Marching Season) I bet it's kinda cool being in band with your older sister, and especially since they both play the same instrument they're in the same section! </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Last night marked a new Chapter in the lives of American's with the election of Barack Obama as the new President. WOW.. I am so happy to see that we as American's have finally crossed over the race line and realized that everyone is a human being. Oh I'm not naive in the fact that there are still a great many racists in this great Country (white, black, and yellow) but I say it's a GREAT testament to many before us that have helped us to be one people.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I won't go on about who I voted for, if I'm pleased with Presidential choices or what my other thoughts are because it's simply this; I am a proud American, I will stand by <em>my</em> President, I will continue to pray for this Country and be thankful that I live in THESE UNITED STATES. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I do wonder one thing though... what gives anyone the right to ask you who you voted for, or to chastise you in anyway for who you voted for? The greatest part of THESE UNITED STATES is the freedom to make choices. Good or bad. I have heard a lot of comments on the negative side of Obama today, why can't we try to wait, and look for the positive. What if he fails? So what if he does?? He won't get re-elected if he so chooses to run for office again. Maybe it's my "everyone deserves a chance" attitude, but come on people, shut up, accept what is and try and do your part to improve this big, beautiful Country. My vote is my vote, as my religion is my religion. It's simply not your business, it doesn't change the friend I am, the neighbor I am, the daughter I am, the wife I am, the mother I am, the sister I am, the employee I am. It's just simply my vote. I obviously have my reasons for voting the way I do. I don't feel I'm ignorant, stupid, un-informed, brain-washed or anything of that sort for voting the way I do. I've never been a "straight-ticket" kind of gal and I didn't start this time either.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I will say I was raised and have been when forced to declare a party, "Democrat". I've never <em>always</em> voted that way. I choose to vote on what I've learned, what I know, and what I see. It's personal, it's private, it's mine. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I belong to a couple of message boards and it steams me to read what some people write. ALL I read tonight was Obama bashing. Not one person posted in support of Obama, yet he was elected. I guess it's like, "no one ever bought a Michael Jackson record" yet, he has the highest selling albums in history. Go figure. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Anyway, I hope everyone gets over the anger and comes back together as ONE nation and we move on. As for President-Elect Obama.. time will only tell. I suppose I "blew" the whole I won't go on about the election comment earlier huh?! Ahh well, my blog. HA! </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Peaceout Girlscout</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-37636568899844350322008-10-21T17:00:00.000-04:002008-10-21T17:21:46.689-04:00Dr's Office Etiquette<span style="color:#333399;">Okay, after working in a Dr's office for more than 11 years sometimes I'm just shocked and wonder what rock some people came out from under... that is why I have come up with some info especially for those of you who've never been on "this end" of the Dr's office.</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">1. Please show up on time. IF we're running behind I can guarantee you that we don't like it, we didn't do it, and someone else has screwed up ours and your day.. which leads me to # 2..</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">2. If you make an appointment to come in to have your acne checked, PLEASE do not come in and want your acne checked, a mole removed, two warts on your finger sprayed, plantar warts on your feet treated with acid, and oh yeah, your dandruff looked at. THAT is what puts people behind folks.. along with my #3..</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">3. DO NOT BRING YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!!!! You really wanna honk us off?? Bring your hubby, son, mother, daughter, cousin's neighbors cats uncles brother in law and say, "Oh yeah, while we're here can you take a look at ...." It's not right people!!! It's annoying, it puts the Doc on the spot, it's you trying to get something for free, it's you putting the doc behind because you want a "freebie", and it's you being rude and disrespectful! </span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">4. Do not come in and NOT know what medicine you take. HELLO PEOPLE?!?! Who the hell do you trust well enough to put something in your mouth and swallow it and not know what it is??? You would be amazed at the people who don't. I would safely say, 1 out of 2 people don't know what they take or what they take it for. That's just freaking scary! I don't even trust the love of my life (dear hubby) that much! lol</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">5. Do not come in with two notebook pages full of complaints. As a general rule anything over three complaints and you're a hypochondriac! Plain and simple! (please refer to #1 for more of an explanation on the problems this causes)</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">6. Do not treat the nurses and staff like crap, we do run the place, and we do make your appointments, we can either make them soon, or we can make them the second tuesday of next week! Know what I mean???</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">7. Do not come into your appointment and try to talk to the Dr about your insurance or your bill, I guarantee you that he/she doesn't know CRAP about any of that! Ask the billing/receptionist/nurse. The Doc is simply the Doc. We don't try to do his job, he doesn't try to do ours. Works out for us.</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">8. If you come into your appointment 30 minutes late and you don't even call and we tell you we might have to reschedule you because you're running behind, do not say the following things.. a) Well, you're always running behind (because my answer is gonna be, "yes, because of people like YOU) b) Well, I drove all the way here! (because my answer is gonna be, "you should have called first") Again, refer to #1 about how this puts us behind.</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">9. Do not come to the office and be flabergasted, pissed off, put out, upset or down-right rude because you have to fill out paperwork. OH MY GOD! Do you want quality health care!?! There is a reason we need to know these things, we aren't just nosy!</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">My last rule of etiquette is by far the most important one you will ever read about.. EVER.. as in all of eternity.. UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF THIS ONE! Even if you're so ignorant as to commit all 9 crimes above, NEVER, EVER ,EVER commit this one.. focus people...</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">10. DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT.. get on the freaking internet and self-diagnose. This is by far the stupidest thing you can ever do, no wait, something a little more stupid than actually doing it, is to tell your Doctor that you did it. THAT will , not might, it WILL piss him/her off. There is just enough information out there to be dangerous. Unless you yourself are a medical provider, you WILL give yourself cancer, aids, psoriasis, kidney failure, heart problems etc, just by clicking online. Seriously people, there is a reason these Doc's go to Medical school. Most articles written online that you are using to determine that you have some fatal disease is not even written by a nurses aid, much less a Doc. Oh another thing NEVER to do, that's related to this, is to ask your Doc on the way out, "Now, how do you spell that, I want to go home and look it up on the internet". Dumb people... dumb dumb move. </span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">***Bonus rule to help you out in life*** If you think you're special by having 42894 different "mystery illness" issues that happen to you on a daily basis and you think your Doc is gonna be so excited to be able to solve the "next medical mystery" you are sadly mistaken.. you are automatically a nut-case.</span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">Now, I hope that you don't think my rules were overly crass, nor do I want you to think you should keep anything from your physician. I'm simply asking you to use some common sense, be polite, shut your mouth and let him/her talk and do their job, and just trust in them. If you don't trust in your Doc or you're uncomfortable with him/her, then by all means you should find one that you can trust and you can feel comfortable talking to. </span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">Whew, I feel better :) </span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">Peaceout Girlscout</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-22358150334700077482008-10-20T18:15:00.000-04:002008-10-20T18:35:00.894-04:00Dying<span style="color:#006600;">Wow.. seems I haven't blogged in a long time! I've been so busy with Marching Band season and things like that. A quick update to that before I blog about my title.. we've done awesome! The kids made it out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Regionals</span> and we are on to semi-state this coming weekend. These are amazing kids! I'll blog more about <em>my</em> band kids tomorrow or soon.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">On to the title.. I've been thinking about dying a lot lately. No, I don't mean me personally. I guess Death would be more the title I should have used. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">There was a band student from Concord schools (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Elkhart</span> IN) who went to bed one night, and didn't get up the next morning. A 17 year old boy who died of natural causes. Unreal. THAT is all parents worse nightmare, losing one of our kids. I don't understand and it saddens me to know that his mother has to live with "natural causes". That really wouldn't be an answer for me. Also here recently a 33 year old former band student from New Castle died. She had a seizure, and two young boys at home. A woman who's blog I have followed for several months passed away. Talk about an amazing woman! I highly recommend you go and read all of her blogs, she will change your life! <a href="http://www.diaryofadyingmom.blogspot.com/">www.diaryofadyingmom.blogspot.com</a> I know you know the end of her book, but truly you should go and read each chapter from the beginning. Reading her blog changed my life, though I never met this amazing woman. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">A girl that works in the same building as I do, and actually I consider her a friend has a father dying of pancreatic cancer. He is the same age as my father. 61. There is not an hour that goes by that I don't think of Jennifer. Her family. Her dad. It truly breaks my heart that she will soon lose her daddy. Maybe it's because I'm a daddy's girl, maybe it's because I remember as a little girl, I want to die before my dad, maybe it's because I still feel that way. I don't know. Maybe it's because Jennifer is an amazing, funny, beautiful, wonderful woman, and mother, and friend. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Her dad was sent home from the hospital on Friday, essentially to die. I spoke with Jennifer today about her dad's prognosis, and things of that nature. I told her, in some sort of way it's a blessing that he can be here to make his own final arrangements, music, funeral home etc. and it does truly take a lot of weight off of his family to do this. I think in a lot of ways it's an awesome last gift to your family. Jerry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Newland</span> is a father, a husband, a teacher, a friend to many. Neither of my girls had him as a teacher in middle school (he teaches middle school history) but he has been a patient where I work for many years, plus I've seen him around school for many years. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">It's just not fair. I know I feel bitter about it for Jennifer, for her sister, for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jennifers</span> son Wyatt, for Sheila, his wife. I feel like his time has been cut so short and he's dedicated so much of his life to his students and his kids and grandson. I hurt for Wyatt not having a grandfather passed his young age of 9. I hurt for Jennifer and Angela because I know what I would feel like to lose my dad. I hurt for his wife who spent years looking forward to the years they would grow old together and I mourn the years they won't have. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Truly, I don't know why her dad's impending death affects me so greatly, other than she's a friend and he's a great man, but it seems to be all I can think about. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I think about my own death, my own mortality. I want to be able to prepare everything myself as well. I sure don't want any damn organ music!!!!! Give me some Bruce, some Train, some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dobie</span> Gray, but NO organ music! Have coolers of Pepsi, make a toast to me and raise your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pepsi's</span> high! Bury me in shorts and a t-shirt, and for gods sake don't bury me in shoes, if you know me you know I hate shoes!! I will seriously haunt you if you put my ass in a dress!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I suppose it's not death I fear, it's missing my girls, my family , my friends. It's not being there for all of those people. That's what I fear. I still need my mom. I can't imagine not needing my mom. I can't imagine my girls not needing their mom. I can't imagine being without them in any way. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I have a very unhealthy fear of something happening to one of my girls.. truly. It sometimes consumes me, and if I can't reach one of them via cell phone I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">immediately</span> panic, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">immediately </span>know cops are going to show up at my door. I am on the verge of a panic attack. I am consumed, enveloped, and paralyzed with fear. Till finally I can breathe again when I can reach them. I hear sirens and I immediately call Ashton. If she's where she can hear them she answers, "I'm fine mom". No Hello, Just "I'm fine, mom". I still check to make sure they're breathing at night, I still cover them up, hell I still have to order Ashton's food and she's 18 years old! ha! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I'm a worrier by nature I know, but sometimes I wonder, is that even normal? The fear that lives inside me!?! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I suppose I should end this, but think about a couple of things, 1. Have you signed your organ donor card? Is it on your license? It should be! 2. The last thing you said to someone that you love, was it I love you? It should have been. One never knows. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Peaceout</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Girlscout</span>.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-33774831058439691652008-09-23T18:02:00.001-04:002008-09-23T18:23:13.957-04:00Happy Birthday Bruce Springsteen!!!<span style="color:#330099;">Happy Birthday Bruce Springsteen!!! 59 years old today! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I have been obsessed with Springsteen (not like in a stalker kinda way lol) since I was about 12-13 years old. A few years before Born in the USA became a big hit, then of course all the other songs that were huge hits too. It dawned on me that I don't think a lot of people know how I came about this obsession. It also made me think, ya know I bet a lot of people think it started with the Born in the USA song (which it did not, and which is NOT a patriotic song either; but I digress... I'll explain more about that song in a bit)</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">There used to be a guy that worked as a bagger in the grocery store (the only grocery in the very very small town that I'm from) and he was a Springsteen fan. Now to back the story up a little bit when I was younger (8-9-10'ish) Andy's mother used to babysit for my siblings and me when my mom worked in Tobacco. We'd go over there at dark-thirty in the morning and then his mother would have me wake up Kim (his little sister). I don't think Andy lived at home then.. I don't really remember.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Anyway.. back to the original explanation, in talking to him one time when he was wearing a Springsteen shirt I said, something like, "Who the heck is that?". He told me a singer etc, but the next time I went in there he gave me a 45 (yes I'm old and if you don't know what a 45 is google it, I ain't explaining it!) of Thunder Road. I listened to it, and fell in love with his story telling, his sound... him! So from then on I was constantly calling the Radio Station and requesting Bruce.. a few of the stations kinda laughed me off the phone but whatever.. in a couple more years Bruce would become the biggest thing out there! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Sooo back to my "Born in the USA" story.. It's a GREAT song, but not for the reasons that everyone sings it or loves it. You know my favorite thing is when campaigners use it as background music when they're on stage waving and getting ready to speak or just got done. That's just down right HILARIOUS!! Cause if you really listen.. it's about America not being so great after all. It's about a man in the USA not being able to find a job, about having to go to Vietnam and kill and then come back and be spit on and unemployable, it's about PTSD and it's about not being able to make it in this country without resorting to crime, and it's about going to Prison. So yahhh rahhh for being Born in the USA. It's a song about truth. Not the pretty truth of America but the sad truth.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Google the lyrics if you don't know the song and really read it. It's a sad song.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I have been a Bruce fan for about 25 years. I had my senior pictures taken with superimposed album covers as the background, my 16th bday cake said, "Lisa loves the boss". My senior ornament said, "Lisa loves Bruce". Most of my entire life has somehow revolved around my love for Springsteen and The E Street Band.</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Thunder Road... BY FAR the GREATEST song ever written. Written in 1975 by Bruce, and on the Born to Run album. I've always thought if I could ever afford to see Bruce and the E Street band live that's the only song I want to hear. (btw.. they did not sing Thunder Road in concert)</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I had the chance this past March to see Bruce live at Conseco FieldHouse in Indianapolis. I was in awe! I don't get into the celebrity stuff, but I actually shed tears when the man FINALLY came onto the stage. I was kinda bummed because one of the original members, Danny Federici has been off battling Melanoma. About 2 hours into the concert Bruce announced he had a surprise. I beat the heck out of my friend Jeanette that went with me and was yelling, "Danny Federici, Danny Federici" AND.. it was!! He played about 3 songs with them and I was just in awe.. Constant smiling!!! I actually got to see Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. All of them. It was a whole, it was a great life-moment for me. Sadly, Danny passed away less than a month later. He never performed with Bruce and the boys again after the night I saw them. I <em>know</em> this sounds ridiculous to you; but I'm truly honored to have been in the crowd when Danny did his last show with his "band of brothers".</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">So.. Happy 59th Birthday Bruce and RIP Danny. Thanks for the music, wherever y'all are :)</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Peaceout Girlscout</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-1133197092924079302008-09-22T19:04:00.000-04:002008-09-22T19:22:15.538-04:00Songs<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;">Okay, so I know I haven't blogged in a few days... busy time of the year for me with Marching Season and all. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I said the other day I was gonna blog about songs that piss me off!! lol Well, here we go!! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">1. "I drink alone" by George Thorogood. Seriously, this song makes NO SENSE to me!!! The lyrics are: "You know when I drink alone, I prefer to be myself" As opposed to what?!?! That is one of the stupidest lines in a song! Seriously! I don't care if you are "bad to the bone" that's just annoying! lol </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">2. "Beast of Burden" by the Rolling Stones. Actually, in particular Mick Jagger in this song. Okay forever I had a "misheard" lyric in this song.. There's a point that says "I can suck it up" but forever I thought it said, "I can suck a duck" well, come on , it's Mick Jagger so who was I to argue that he could suck a duck! I was really bummed to find out the actual lyrics! lol </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">3. "Drops of Jupiter" by Train. Okay, everyone who knows me knows that I LOVE TRAIN! Most especially Pat Monahan, but they have a part in this beautiful, melodic song that says, "Could you imagine no love, pride, deep fried chicken, your best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you're wrong". Okay, you guess which part annoys me! What is up with the freaking CHICKEN!! Was Pat hungry when writing this song??! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">4. The group "Butthole Surfers". That's just annoying all by itself, forget that there music is just bad anyway. I personally, cannot nor will I surf in a butthole! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">5. "Echos" by Pink Floyd. Seriously, this entire song is annoying AND 23 minutes long! Come on people, ONLY Meatloaf should record long songs, and that's just because that's all he knows how to do! lol</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">6. "Yellow Submarine" by the Beatles. Okay, I'm NOT a Beatles hater, as a matter of fact I like a lot of their music, but OBVIOUSLY drugs were available during the writing of this song which has about five other words than "We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine" It's just ridiculous.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Lastly, for tonight anyway;</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">7. "Dancing in the Dark" by Bruce Springsteen (okay, I know everyone that's reading this is freaking out because they know I am obsessed with the Boss' music and have been a life-long fan and would give both legs to meet the man) BUT.. my problem is not with the song, nor is it with Bruce. My problem is with the bitch (Courtney Cox) because in the video she gets to dance with Bruce. Therefore, I can't like her. On Principle alone people! <span style="font-size:78%;">(p.s. I'm not really a Courtney Cox hater lol)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Now mentioning that last one (#7 for all of you <em>special</em> people) I wanna wish Bruce a happy 59th birthday tomorrow!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRUCE!!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I guess that's my rant for this evening.. y'all have a good night and hopefully I'll get a chance to blog more in a couple of days! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Peaceout Girlscout</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-7952631936193849012008-09-16T17:29:00.000-04:002008-09-16T17:41:35.788-04:00Aggravated!!!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">Well, we got the "Ike leftovers" here in Indiana a couple of days ago. The power went out on Sunday from 4-9:30 pm. Whew, glad that was over (or so I thought)</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Apparently, one of my neighbors had a tree that was "endangering the power lines". Okay.. so they shut the electricity off yesterday morning at 8:00. We JUST GOT IT BACK!! I am furious! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">So, I'm slightly paranoid at night with no lights on (house was burnt a year ago etc) so I have no lights, no fan (have slept with a fan for as long as I can remember) (Brad works midnights so I was in a paranoid fit and heard every single noise there was and probably made up a few of my own!) and so I can't sleep! I knew I couldn't have my son (four-legged canine named Max) in the bed with me because he'd want to lay on top of me. I put him in his crate and he whined, and yelped like a pig.. finally I let him out and put him in bed with me and yes, he laid on me, and I was burning up. Paranoia be damned, I opened the bedroom window for some air! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I finally fall asleep at about 3-4 am, then of course have to get up and pee at 5 am, then my friend called my cell phone to make sure I was up at 6 am. ARGHH no sleep!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I get up, wake the girls up, who are already pissed at me for making them go to school when we have no electricity. (HELLOOOO I had to work!) I get in the shower (thank god for gas hot water heaters) and get out, get dressed quickly, do my make-up in the dark, and yes, it actually looked pretty decent lol Go down to the office at 7 am this morning and blow dry and curl my hair. I've had no sleep, patients from hell, Dr who wasn't in a very good mood either, a headache, heartburn, two freezers and a fridge full of ruined food.. which brings me to another gripe!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">The electric company shut us off. NOT an act of God. They didn't tell us how long we'd be without power (pretty sure I'da remembered being told 27 freaking hours) and when I called yesterday after we were without for 9 hours he said he couldn't tell me how much longer. Should they not reimburse us for our loss of food! My neighbor brought this up today and I think she has a good point! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">When the electric company finally came this morning, it took them less than two hours to get the job done! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">The excuse they had for not doing it yesterday?? All of their crews are in Texas. Now, honest to god, I feel horrible for the folks in Texas, but should you not at least make sure you're not putting your state in jeopardy by sending all of your folks elsewhere?!?!?!? </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Duke Energy KNOWS who they shut off power to. How about sending someone door to door (it was only 3 streets for gods sake) and say, look, you might wanna consider doing something with your food cause we're gonna shut ya down for 27 freaking hours!!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">So, all day I've been crabby, tired, heartburn (and haven't even eaten a flipping thing) and now I have a house to clean, laundry to do, bills to pay, 64548 emails to check, freezers and fridges to clean out and dispose of, and I don't want to do any of it!!!! ARGGG</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Did I mention a crabby 17 year old?? (who will be 18 in 28 days, and yes, I'm still getting the countdown) All of the flutes were to come here after school today to make shirts, and we didn't have power and we had to cancel so they weren't happy, therefore, she wasn't happy and lordy have mercy I don't know why I don't drink! lol </span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">So, I really wanted to blog about songs that tick me off, but that'll have to wait till tomorrow, I'm tired, and I have too much to do!</span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;">Peaceout Girlscout!</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376297748776415537.post-63171788123729224732008-09-14T12:18:00.000-04:002008-09-14T12:24:32.981-04:00First Band Competition<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;">Yesterday was the first band competition of the season! Seems like it got here awfully fast! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Jeanette and I had just got done making the food for the kids to eat for supper and Ashton calls me, crying! She said, "Mom, can you come here I got smoked". I'm like WHAT!? Does that mean! lol </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">They were marching and she got hit in the elbow (hard) by a guard flag. We ended up in the ER and she has a hair-line fracture in her left elbow! She still marched and we took 2nd! Which we deserved and are proud to get! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">This is the 2nd time Ashton's ended up in the ER from Marching Band! I know, I know, you would expect this from football, NOT Marching! lol </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Her Freshman year she locked her knees and passed out and took a hard fall down, in the band room. Took out a couple of clarinet players and a stand or two. She didn't break anything then, but then we have her senior year! I guess she came in with a bang, she'll go out with a bang! lol</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">We competed against Greenwood, Greenfield, and Bloomington. Greenwood came in first.. as they should! They are awesome!! HUGE!!!!!!!!!!! They've won state every year we've been in this. They will again this year! We're class B, but Brad said Greenwood could easily beat all of the Class A bands! They took all "caption" awards (again, not surprised) but we were pretty close in points to them! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Who knows, with more practice, maybe we could beat Greenwood once or twice! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I suppose I should end this and do some laundry. I seriously need to find that laundry fairy and see why she hasn't been stopping by!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Peaceout Girlscout!</span>AshBrensMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166867349832632051noreply@blogger.com0