Archive for December, 2005

Santa Thoughts…

Posted in From My Brain on December 21, 2005 by TodaysAddiction

Is it any wonder children are confused…
We force them to sit on the laps of old men, who in turn promise to give them gifts.
We thought about taking the grandmonster to see Santa until this thought occured to me on the way…
We bought a pretzel and some cheeze dip at the mall instead.


#36, Believe it or not, this is the short version…

Posted in From My Brain, From My Past on December 19, 2005 by TodaysAddiction

Sis B (my least expensive daughter, therefore, often my favorite) recently asked me about #36 on my 100 list. Part of the 100 reads like this:
34. I’ve never had a moving violation
35. I’ve never been arrested
36. I met my husband in jail
15 years ago I had a very VERY short, horrible mistake, marriage. It lasted about a month and was annuled, therefore it doesn’t really count. “The guy” was a bit crazy, really. Like he thought the imperfections in the ceiling was proof the upstairs neighbors were spying on him for the police, who followed him everywhere, undercover (in his head) kind of crazy. I’m not proud of the way I left, but I packed my kids and what ever would fit in my Subaru Justy and moved from Washington via Missouri to Oregon to start over again, in hidding. I left while he was at work. My first profession was as a nurse, crazy guy thought I might end up in Salem and came here, trolling the parking lots of medical facilities looking for my car. He found it, broke into the facility and trapped me in a patient’s room, police were soon involved, blah, blah, blah. This was early February. On Valentines day, he took out the creepiest sweetheart ad I’ve ever seen so I quit my job, started using my first married name and sold the car.
I applied for a job at the most secure place I could think of, the county jail.
Much to my surprise they called for an interview. I was interviewed by the admisistrator and the charge nurse… Wm was the charge nurse. I noticed him right away, felt a stur and did the normal chick thing, checked for a ring. There wasn’t one. I passed the interview, but was terrified about the background check, their reputation is of being very thorough and I had applied using a name that was not legally mine. Somehow I slipped through the cracks and got the job. At work I was safe behind locked doors. The county jail shares it’s location with the county sheriff’s substation so I had cops around all the time. For someone not comfortable with cops, this seemed like the best solution.
I thought husb was a jackass at first, he didn’t have two words for me because I was new. His instructions were to follow him, but to stay out of his way. That first day we had a “man down” in segregation, he heard it on the radio and took off running. It was a drug overdose. He didn’t say a word to me, he just took off, so I ran after him, he barked out orders like a drill sargent. I was impressed with the skill that he single handedly handled the situation though. The first time we had to respond to a pepper spray incident, he instructed me to take a deep breath when we entered the pod, I couldn’t breathe normally for a half hour after that, he laughed his ass off. Even though he didn’t wear a ring to work he spoke often of his wife and kids. The first crush wore off, I aclaimated to working at the jail and after some time Wm eventually began to treat me like a person. Eventually we became friends at work… we did not socialize outside of work though. After about a year of working together, my life had finally smoothed out. Except for one scare, crazy man moved on. The scare occured soon after starting work at the jail and I was reading TB tests for a new batch of sheriff’s. Another nurse mentioned my first name, he asked the nurse if my last name was “Mrs. crazy” and my heart stopped, the nurse however never knew me as “Mrs. crazy” and she gave the sheriff my psudo last name. The sheriff replied that they had been looking for me. I read the TB tests and never said a word that would give away that I really was Mrs. crazy. I never did find out what that was about.
We had been working together for just over a year and one day he told us that he was in a mood, his wife just left him. We talked a few days later, I guess they were not married, but they had lived together for sometime… I remember telling him that she would come to her senses soon enough and all would be well again soon. I had also been casually dating someone, I broke it off, if Wm was going to be single, I wanted to be available (women can be so manipulative sometimes). Eventually we began to flirt, then little notes were passed back and forth, cute little e-mails. I kept thinking he would soon ask me out. That never happened. One day he gives me this coupon for a massage after work (I worked eves) with a map to his house. I drove out there that night and I think it scared the piss out of him. He answered the door and asked “hey, what are you doing here?” I said “nothing” and headed back out to my car. He stopped me, and I spent the night.
And the rest as they say, is history.
For a weird convoluted way to meet, in the end we are just your normal average American family…

The source of my allergies…

Posted in From My Brain, From My Camera on December 18, 2005 by TodaysAddiction

I am allergic to snow…
Now those of you who live where you get this stuff are laughing at me right now, but we really don’t get much of the stuff… usually a day or two in Janurary, rarely ever before Christmas.

I live in a Valley on purpose, snow is pretty and all, but I can’t drive in it (so I don’t), and I worry to death when anyone else is out in it as well… So daughter just had to run to Mal-Wart tonight. I think she does it just to drive me crazy.
It warmed up just enough to melt it and froze again, turning the roads into an ice skating rink…
If you want to see how I really feel about snow & ice, just click on a picture.
Snowball Fight

I am not…

Posted in From My Brain on December 17, 2005 by TodaysAddiction

Messy Sneeze
i am not sick
I am NOT sick

It has to be those damned Christmas allergies.


Grandson… good imagination or psychotic break?

Posted in Family on December 17, 2005 by TodaysAddiction

So the grandmonster and I are playing with his brio train set… he loves trains. The grandmonster is also learning the concept of sharing, since he will likely remain an only child, he needs to have a grasp of sharing before preschool. He does have some cousins he gets to practice sharing with on his Mamo’s (grandma on the otherside) side.
Anyway we are playing train, the brio box is nearby with a full color picture of a little boy playing with the same train set.
The grandmonster notices this picture on the box and immediatly wants the boy on the box to “share” the train set that he is playing with. At first he asks the boy on the box to “share, share, share”? The monster becomes so agitated that the boy on the box won’t share that he’s shaking the box and yelling: “Share, SHARE, SHARE”!! The only thing that would calm him was me putting the box into “time out”. So now the box is sitting quietly in the corner, the boy on the box is still selfishly playing with the picture of the train.
I am certain the behavior is genetic from his father’s side of the family…
No one I’m related to is that weird.

Play Date Bloggers

Posted in From HNT, From My Brain on December 16, 2005 by TodaysAddiction

The poll ended on the Play Date site in a dead tie of 16-16. There is an updated poll and hopefully this will be *it*!
If you are a blogger/HNT’er and don’t know what I’m talking about, but would like to, drop me an e-mail, be sure to include your blog name so I know who you are!

Christmas Cold

Posted in From My Brain on December 16, 2005 by TodaysAddiction

Snow Globe
Everyone at my house is sick… if they are sick and they don’t live here, they come over so they’re not sick at home alone.
Yesterday I stopped by the house in the early afternoon to find husb, daughter #5 and the grandmonster all with fevers and coughs.
I’m trying my best to stay away from all of them. So far I’m the only healthy one around. Airborne rocks… tho son #4 thinks it’s “hokas pokas”.
The holiday season is such that not only have I neglected my HNT friends this week, but I’m behind on just my everyday blog family and friends as well… I’m hoping to spend some quality time with my computer over the weekend to catch up!
Why is it that the holidays seem to bring out the worst in people… is it the stress of finding the “perfect” gift? Is it the additional financial strain, or does one person’s joy just piss off the next person?
I think it’s the stupid drivers myself, I’m nice as pie while walking, wishing passers by a “Merry Christmas”, but put me behind the wheel of a car and send me to the mall, and I turn into the “fucking move your dumbass” grinch.
I think I’ll just stick with walking…