Moving!

Paid the deposit Saturday night.
Our email from the government came letting us know that our federal tax return has been accepted. ($3800) I’m going to
miss about $1000 of that next year when because my oldest turned 17 years old a week ago.

So things are looking very very up right now. It’ll be a couple of weeks before we can move into the new place. It’s a really
cute place. 3 bedrooms, one hideous pink bathroom. My bedroom is going to be red – which will look phenomenal  with my
black and white movie/Marilyn Monroe posters. My hideous pink bathroom will be tamed with a lime green shower curtain
and other accessories. Big dining room and okay kitchen, sun room and basement which is where laundry will stay finished.
My closet though isn’t very big and that’s terrible because i have A LOT of clothing.

Will be packing up things that we can live without this week. I hate packing. Hate it. And then it’s been SO cold!! My current
shitty house doesn’t hold heat easily apprently and it was 62 in here most of the last 6 days. When it’s anywhere between 5
and -20 outside, 62 is damn cold! Yeah, our gas bill is going to be outrageous!  The new place will at least be freakin warm!
But we have to give away our goggies! I hope to just give them away. Cassie was easy to find a home for. My BFF’s
mother-in-law is taking her. But Joe… My poor boxer. I’m finding him a home i hope. I contacted the Mid-Michigan Boxer
Rescue and I have to take him down for a physical while i’m there. But that doesn’t mean they will take him. If i can’t find
him a home, i will have to put him down.   Anyone want a goggie?

The economy has really effed a lot of people over, hasn’t it? We were certainly not immune to the cost of living going up and
the wages staying the same, that’s for sure. I can’t find a job to save my life and Hubby’s work has done it’s best to fuck over
the employees at his shop, from the comfort of whichever vacation they might be on this week. Annual raises didn’t happen,
quarterly bonuses were completely ignored, and one of the boss’s 16 year old sons has gotten a brand new truck for getting
his licence.

So yeah, with the refinance of 06′ and getting completely fucked by my bosses shortly thereafter, spending all of 2007
trying to keep up with the fact that our house payment went up over $300 and hubby not working any overtime for about
8 months and the complete incompetence of the mortgage company, we were foreclosed upon, and as much as we’ve
worked to save it for the past few months, nothing can be done to fix it. So now we’ve got to move. 

We have known since last summer that we’d have to move and really wanted to move before the summer was over, however
once we started working on rehearsals for A Christmas Story, we didn’t have time to move. Then Christmas came along and
well, here we are. Went to court a few weeks ago and they told us we had until the 26th to move but the house won’t be ready
until the end of the month, so they’ll either give us an extra week like we’ve asked, or they will have to give us an eviction notice
which will give us 30 days anyways.

The first house we found and was given to us was taken back 10 days later because he “didn’t feel comfortable.” Whatever that
means. Honestly… and he did not mind whatsoever that he was essentially leaving a family out in the cold for the winter.
I don’t care much becaue the house we’ve got now is SO much better. I’m so excited about this new phase in our lives.

Okay – i’ve updated. Will try to do more than I have.

NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!

Ahhh… 1989.

I’d gone to spend the weekend with a friend of the family and when i came home my dad was talking about his being at work and these 7 people came in… Randy Travis, Tiffany and these five boys from some band about a block… “New Kids on the Block?” I asked. “Yeah, that’s them.” I stood, dumbfounded… Ran to my bedroom and tore their poster off the wall and ran back downstairs and held it up. “THESE GUYS!?”

“Yup.”

Holy FUCK! I knew that they were playing at the Ionia Free Fair, but omg. My dad MET THEM! I’d wanted to go to that concert and i heard over and over “we can’t afford it.” So I didn’t go. But then my dad met them. It was August 1989. I was 11 years old.

I’d spent the next 3 years all about NKOTB. I had all the magazines, posters, folders, bedsheets, backpack, pins, oversized pins, shirts, pens, pencils… you name it. I remember the door posters i’d get.. Pretend they were actually IN my room. I loved them.

Fast Forward to May 16, 2008. I’m up and in front of my tv ready to watch the first NKOTB performance in 15 years. I’m 30 years old, giddy and giggling. Sitting on the edge of the couch and yes, making sure my DVR is recording so i can rewatch this concert later. I’d just sent my 3rd and youngest child (almost 9 years old) off to school. I’m freaking out over a boy band that I loved so long ago and I was thrilled that there they all were. I smiled the rest of the day.

I went onto ebay and looked up, bid on and won tickets to their concert at the Palace of Auburn Hills on October 25. My parents wouldn’t let me go when i was 11 and now i’ve got 2 kids older than I was then,  and I am still thrilled to see them. The girl that’s going with me is 20 years old. she was born the same year NKOTB’s second album was released.  Mind you, this is much to the dismay of my 12 year old daughter who was born the year after they disbanded. Gabi wants to go too!

Last week their new CD released. I LOVE IT! Yes, i bought it. And I’ve been listening to it for a week. Blasting it in my livingroom all day while the kids are at school. Its like being a kid again. I fucking love it.

 

Oh yeah.. Rosie was NOT right. Britney Spears won 3 Video Music Awards last night on MTV after having turned her life around and crawled her way out of the pit of dispair she had fallen into and hit bottom at LAST years VMA’s. Congrats Brit.  You look great too. (Much better than Christina Aguilera – she needs a personal trainer)

Friend or Fri”end”

Have you ever felt that no matter how long you’ve been friends with someone that you just don’t seem like friends anymore? They have something else going on in their lives. Work. Kids. Boyfriend. Other friends. Other interests.

That’s all.

Where have I been?

I’m around. I’ve been working on a play. Dearly Departed. I’m Delightful. That’s my characters name. It’s really fun to say “Hi, i’m Lila. I’m Delightful”  I eat through the whole show. Cheese puffs – 16 of em. One long slim jim. 5 cookies. 1 corn dog. glass of water – or whatever they put in the cup, once it was lemonade. Then bubble gum. A cherry coke. Peanut M&M’s, but i don’t eat the peanuts. Though, i’m not going to eat then this weekend. I’ll eat skittles. Then i chew more gum… and more M&M’s… then a Dilly Bar. 2 more shows and then i’m done.

Home. The kids went on Spring Break up north to grandma’s house. I guess though that Grampa was in a bad mood all week and was a jerk to everyone. Even the boy. I didn’t do anything all week. Rehearsals at night but during the day, nothing. Cleaning is pretty much it. I stayed home while Steve went and picked up the kids and as amusing as that was, i think next time i’ll go with.

Wow… that’s all i’ve done. I mean – the kids are kids. Steve is still Steve.. I am still me. Nothing else going on.. God i’m boring.

Rosie was right?

Rosie O’Donnell wrote in her blog today. One has to realize that what she wrote was actually very true. Britney will die and it’ll be the fault of the paps, who will do nothing else until they get those photos of her slumped over in her Mercedes, no one attempting to save her life, all of them trying to get the money shot of her face, distored and covered in blood to sell to the highest bidder.   

I remember the tunnel as it appeared on the news, lit by headlights, flashlights, red lights. Between the cement tall pillars was a heap of twisted metal. I saw it then, and I can see it now. Diana dead.
She will be trying to get away, but they will chase her, just as they chased her into that church yesterday. There were dozens of them, jostling their way into sanctuary, elbowing past each other, just to creep closer to her. Even her last-minute, folded-hand prayers can’t be kept sacred. There can be no silent moments in a crowd; no silence, and no secrets.
All this fresh, painful frailty costs her so much, but it lines their pockets very well. A kings ransom was paid for those tabloid-ready cheap shots of her with messy hair, tear-soaked eyes, and the half-smile of a desperate baby girl.
“I’m scared,” she told them yesterday, when they later mobbed her at court. “Move back,” she said. “I’m scared. Stop it. Stop it. I want to get back in the car. Just stop it. Let me get in the car, please.”
Sometimes it really is too much. Internal wires cross. Anxiety hits. Panic sets in the heart. Dread. Fear.
But she asked for it, she’s a public figure.
At eight years old, she bravely stood before a microphone. By 17, she had sold 25 million records. Where were the sidewalk-skinned knees, the chalk stained hands, the monkey bars, the passed notes? A Disney set is not a childhood, no matter how many bright colors they use, or how cheerful the script.
Not a girl, barely even a woman yet, they chased her. A mob of stalkers for whom no stalking laws have been written. Smother. Crush. Flash. Photo Credit. Even Dr. “Get Real” Phil got in on the action. Unreal.
83 million albums sold so far. How many pictures?
The tunnel is crowded now. There are only inches of separation between vulnerability and disaster.

Happy 2008!

Welcome to 2008! Yesterday was my 30th birthday. I don’t feel older. My sisters came in the afternoon and brought me a care package. In addition to the “Over the Hill” balloon and pretty vanilla candle, I received suppositories, Fiber One cereal, denture creme, curlers, a magnifing mirror, a shower cap, rain cap.. you know, all the stuff you see old people with. I can choose if the orange lipstick that’ll surely end up on my teeth at some point or the big gramma sunglasses that you would see anyone who had their eyes dialated wear. Finally, i’ve joined “Club 30″ with the rest of my siblings.

In addition to it being New Years Eve parties all over the place, there was also my annual Lilapalooza party. I invite practically everyone. This year being #5. Who’s coming? My sister, Ammy, and her hubby. My brother, Matt and maybe his gf. My neice, Becca. My best friend, Shonda. My friend Jason and his friends, My friend April & her hubby. Even a couple of Steve’s friends might stop by for a “Happy Birthday” Lots of other’s wanted to come and emailed me to tell me what the story was and why they couldn’t.

Cue to 6:00 PM. The phone rings and I answer it. It’s Lyle. Asking me if i’d like to be his Producer for Dearly Departed.  After reminding him that it was my birthday, and him telling me that there might be a part for me in this show, i agree to the producing job.

Jarod & Bill show up at seperate times. They are Steve’s friends. They wish me happy birthday’s and Jarod even presents me with a bottle of Parrot Bay Mango rum which is going to go fantastically with my Morgan and Malibu. Yay-drinking!

They have to take off, and here sit Steve and I. Alone. No one is here. But it’s early. Just 7:30. I’ve not heard from my Best Friend, Shonda, in days. The last time was when she was inviting us over for dinner sometime. I call her and call her and she doesn’t answer. I leave her messages and there’s no reply.

Nothing from my brother.

My sister called the day before and wanted to know if she could bring anything. Nope… just yourself. But i’m not even getting that.

Nothing from my neice.

Gabi leaves to go babysit for April & Jeff. I call shonda again.

She answers.

“Oh hi. I’m going to the doctor. I have hives on my hair. Medicine isn’t helping. If it isn’t too late, maybe i’ll stop by. Bye” click

Don’t bother… Oh, and thanks for the birthday wishes.

April & Jeff show up. Bitch about hockey being on. They aren’t big sports fans. But they sit with us and watch us yell at the tv for a while until the Red Wings lose and i have to drink in order to feel better. She drinks with me. We talk and laugh and have fun. Just the four of us. I help her make a myspace. We laugh a lot. We decide that Karaoke is the way to go. We go into Westley’s room and sing for a while. Jason C and his friends show up and stick around for a while. Jason is losing is voice and sounds like Marge Simpson’s sisters on a good day. We laugh at him and he takes off. At this point, i realize i’ve not heard from Australia yet. So i call him and get his machine. I blow my new years horn into the phone and tell him that he’s not called me yet and I hang up. A few minutes later, the phone rings and its him. April talked to him for a few and I talk to him for a bit and he wishes me a very nice happy birthday. He’s SO sweet!! 

We take a bunch of pictures and laugh and sing. April and I. The guy think, surely, that we are crazy. Midnight rolls around and We count down. 3… 2… 1!! April is my first kiss. Then Steve.

April tells me that she’s never had a friend like me. Someone she can tell anything to that won’t judge her. I can tell her anything too. Since we are pretty much cut from the same cloth, she would never judge me. I like that about her. It’s fun having that with her.

They take off around 3 AM and i’m left sitting and eating the birthday cake i made for myself. Gabi came home and laughed at me. I went to bed around 4:30 and woke up at 7:30 AM very hung over. I’ve felt shitty all day. Went to Bill’s for dinner and hung out with All of them for a few hours. Came home.

It’s a new year. A new beginning. All of my old friends stayed away, but all of my new ones showed up. Guess that’s foresight on the rest of my year, eh? I never heard from Ammy or Matt or Becca. If i hadn’t called Shonda, i’d have never figured that out either. I hope the hives are off her hair. That doesn’t sound healthy at all. Though, to clarify, she did say that it was her scalp, and not actually her hair that had the hives.

Thanks for everything, Elaine & Tracy. I might need that fiber cereal sooner than ya’ll thought. *wink*
And thanks to everyone who wished me birthday wishes on the telephone, thru text messages, in cards, on myspace and facebook. And even those who didn’t know it was even my birthday until they just happend to call. I appreciate it.

Down

No money this week. We cannot seem to be able to get ahead on anything. I need a job, it’s not about my wanting one, it’s that i NEED one now. as shitty as it might be, as long as it gets cash flow in this damn place, i’ll take it. I can always look for a better one while i’m working, right?

 Steve gets paid today, but it’s got to go for house payment – almost all of it. That’ll leave us no money for anything else. Food, gas… other bills. Our cell phones are off now. Paperweights for the moment. Maybe i can call them and see if they’ll turn them back on until i can pay them next week. They might want SOMETHING though, and I don’t have something to give them, i may just be screwed for the week. Ugh! I hate that because we’ll be gone and the kids might need to get ahold of us. However – it’ll be nice if they can’t… lol. It’s never an emergency, it’s always stupid “can i have popcorn” reasons.

 I’ve been sick. Still fighting off these lingering effects of the bad cold i had a few weeks ago. The play is coming soon. Me and my whole ONE performance. Lots of family coming that day though. Woot.

For those of you who have jobs and money and no kids and great places to live and exciting lives. Be effing greatful. So many people bitch about their lives when they don’t realize what the rest of us are going through. Wait until the real world hits you after you’ve had your children and gotten laid off for whatever reason and bought your big expensive house and cars and your kids extracurricular activities that they want you to pay for. And god forbid you have girls…  I just want it to be easy for a minute is all… just for a minute. Then again, if you have a boy… he’ll make you crazy just by ignoring anything you say because the tv is on. Miss the bus and not have a way to school because your second vehical needs work and you cannot drive him.

My head hurts. I should avoid the doctor today.

Life Update with a TMI Tuesday thrown in.

*Sigh*

 It’s been a long time since i’ve updated anything other than the stupid weeklies. Okay, the weeklies aren’t stupid, but they really dont’ tell you much about ME do they?

 Schools back in – for almost a month now. At first i wasn’t happy about spending my days all alone, but the last couple of weeks i’ve remembered why i enjoy it. It’s so peaceful here alone with the tv off all day. It makes me happy.

Gabidoo is going to be 12 in 2 days. 12! Thats nuts. She’s so into boys. I’m so not into her being into boys. The girls have upwards of 6 boys every day walking them to school. Most are just friends though, so its okay.  She’s on the basketball team as well, but she was put on the B team because she wasn’t there from the beginning. But she’s doing well.

It impresses me every day to see how incredibly smart Westley is at school. But he is so immature. And he’s come down with Steve’s twitches. He’s got to be moving all of the time. Trying to do homework pretty much sucks. He’s up and down and up and down. It makes me crazy, but i remember Steve telling me that he was the same way growing up, so i cannot make him stop moving. He is getting his work done though, so…

Jess was taken out of the play – Beauty and the Beast – at the school. “She wasn’t dedicated enough” which is shit because she was only in 2 scenes in the play, but she had to be there every day for 2.5 hours after school. So she chose to do homework while she was there, and everyone got bent and eventually told her she was no longer in the show for not being dedicated. Bastards. The Drama teacher – Mr. Turrle (Sp) has been diagnosed with Cancer so i am not sure who’s directing the show.

Steve is still dealing with his fuck bosses at work. I hate people who don’t give a fuck about their employees. The bosses come in daily bragging about their lives, but won’t get decent insurance for the guys. He’s getting a raise this week, but it’ll probably be like 50cents and he’s going to be bent. Everyone at his work are selling shit off, and borrowing money from people and the whole nine yards to make ends meet and they come in bragging about their new houses and cars and pole barns…  Then anytime anyone mentions not having the money for something because their job sucks, and the subject is changed. I hate those fuckers.

 I suppose i’m done bitching. I’m sorry i missed Mute Monday this week. I’ve been busy.

1. Who did you think you would marry in elementary school?
Matt Yuhas or Dustin Dryer

2. Which muppet is your favorite? Why?
Animal – cuz he’s an Animal, silly!

3. Which politician would you most like to screw? [For pleasure or revenge]
Ew, um… i’m not sure any of them would be fun to screw.

4. How did you first find the g-spot?
Doggy Style, Baby. Holy Hell that was a good day!

5. What is the best costume you’ve ever worn?
Dead Slut – 11 years old.

Bonus (as in optional):Does pornography liberate or deteriorate society?
If society wasn’t so hypocritical, then it’d liberate it. But this IS america – the land of the free. And if you do anything wrong, it’s not free anymore – it costs a hellava lot of money. I’m moving to Canada.

TMI TUESDAY (with no witty afterthought)

1. What is one thing a your significant other could do to you to rock your world?
His fantastic back rubs…. followed by fantastic sex.

2. Which super power (ability to turn invisible, ability to read people’s thoughts, or invulnerability) would you take and why?
This question pops up a lot. I’d really like to read peoples thoughts. But I want to control it, not just hear anyones thoughts.

3. Would you rather be tied up or tie someone else up? Why?
Tie me up! I like not having a lot of control. Sometimes i enjoy it, but for the most part – i want to be tied.

4. What is your best physical and non physical asset?
Breasts and Sense of Humor.

5. If they were naming new Dwarves beyond the seven what would your name be and why?
“Funny” because i’ve not met a person yet who hasn’t laughed at/with me.

Bonus: What’s the most embarrassing thing you ever bought?
Preperation H.
People really look at you funny for that.
However – it works fantastically for itchy tattooed feet.
and that’s why i needed it.

Mute Monday – Sweet!

How many of us wanted to say “Aww, how sweet!” to any of these pictures?