Did I Ask?

When a woman announces her pregnancy, people seem to think that is the green light for them to go ahead and dump their pregnancy or delivery disasters on them. Everyone has had something bad happen, or they try to "out do" the others with their stories.

I didn't have the most wonderful pregnancies. There. I said it. I loved being pregnant, but my body seemed to think otherwise. I survived. So did my children. End of story. I believe that this kind of information shouldn't be "dumped" on to the newly expecting mother because there is no need for it. I mean, why would you do that to someone? "Congratulations! We are so excited for you! But...." I just don't understand that mentality.

That whole scenario brings me to this...

I've told you all that I've switched gears and am aiming for the Nursing program at Macomb. While every one of you have given me a HUGE kudos, there are a great many that have "shared" their major problems with me, even though I NEVER asked for the information.

"FORGET IT! You'll NEVER get in" I've heard. "My son has a 4.0 but didn't score that well on the HESI test, so he didn't get in. Good luck." Oh and then there's... "I've got a 4.0, and scored high on my HESI and I didn't get in"... blah, blah, blah.

I have found ONE consistancy in EVERY stories I've heard. Every single person that gave me their unsolicited advice... transferred their credits from other colleges. I've heard it through the grapevine (a few years back), that most schools will take most of their own students, before taking transfer students. While I'm not banking on this theory, it does sound that it could be a possiblity. Even still... What makes any one of those story telling people think that I am like all the rest of the candidates? Why would they say these things, trying to undermine my intentions and drive?

You know me. You know that my glass is almost always half full. Even with all of the negativity flying my way, I'm still looking PAST the obstacle at the goal. I can see it on the other side, plain as the nose on my face. The obstacle is "getting in". I am living proof that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. Paramedic school was relentless. It was hard, challenging, and extremely rewarding at the same time. I worked my butt off and received all A's. Before I ever got into EMT school, I totally thought it was a pipe dream. It wasn't. It was attainable just as anything else is if you work hard and focus on the finish line.

I am excited. I am so excited and just FULL of energy to complete this next chapter in my life. I LOVE to learn new things, and love to reach the goal. I just wish people would put a sock in it when it comes to their negative comments. I, appropriately named Queen Busta Chops am speechless when it comes to their negativity. I wish I knew the appropriate thing to say to put an end to their unsolicited comments, without sounding like a total jerk.

What would you do?

What the.... Where was I?

I was just looking at the newsletter from Emily's class. There are only 7, yes I said SEVEN more weeks of school left! WHAT THE HELL!! Where in the world has all the time gone?! I'm completely floored and stunned at the same time. They just opened up their Christmas gifts like last week!!!

I'm completely blown away.

Billy Ray Cyrus - Back To Tennessee - Official Music Video (HQ)

There I said it... I like country music too. I like all kinds of music, however Country has my vote right now. Enjoy the video from the Achey Breaky Heart guy. V

"The List"

Last week was pretty bad for Greg. It was spring break. They got out on Thursday, and by Friday night, he had a rip roaring fever. This wasn't so great considering the Easter Celebration was to be held at our house. Alas, we still had it here, but little boy blue was sick in my bed the whole time. By Monday, I had to take him to the Doctor.

Sinus Infection we were told. We were given an Rx and sent on our way. On Thursday, we had him back to the doctor as he was still running a 102 fever. Change and antibiotics, and VOILA! He was better by Friday night.

His little illness put the kabosh on every plan we had for that week. I felt HORRIBLE for him as he was the only one counting down days until his "break". What a break that was.

Emily and I went to see the Hannah Montana movie on Wednesday while Greg stayed home with Den. What a GREAT MOVIE. I totally loved it. Absolutely purchase worthy in our book. Regardless, we heard The Climb the other day in the car. I really like this song and the message that is sent. I asked Emily if she knew what the song was about.

We then started talking about life. I told her about my brother Mike and how he told me about "the dash" poem I posted earlier. She then said, "I love Uncle Mike, they should move up here". I then told her how he and Mary Ann plan to move to Tennessee in a couple of years. Of course, then Peepers pipes up and says, "Let's move to Tennessee! I love it there".

I never realized how unrealistic it is for us to relocate. Not that I'm seriously thinking of moving, but to put things into perspective, I explained that Dennis doesn't have a "normal" job by any sense of the word.

A huge amount of training and education goes into the preparation for the job. Then when a F.D. is hiring, you have to apply. Then you take a test. If you rank high on the test, you get on "the list". Then when your number is called, you have an interview, and a backround check, and an agility test. Then maybe, just maybe, they will hire you. Of course then you are on probation for like 6 months to a year.

I can honestly say in Dennis' 14 years on the department, I don't think I have EVER seen anyone quit. Can you blame them? I have, however, seen many people end up being #1 on "the list" only to have that list expire without them ever receiving a phone call.

Which brings me to this... I found out I have 3 classes to take before the end of Fall, to apply to the Nursing program at the college. Unfortunately I found this out AFTER my priority registration expired. So I ended up being waitlisted for a class I desperately needed to get into. #15 out of 15. Yuk. Then it happened...
#11 out of 15
#7 out of 15 (then they opened up another class, but I didn't need that one, but it made the waitlist smaller...
#6 out of 13
#4 out of 13...
#3 out of 12... and finally yesterday...
#1 out of 12
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This morning... I got in. RELIEF! Now send good karma for an A, please.

Life Made Simple

A friend and I recently had an email conversation about simplifying and facebook.

Ok, I admit it. I'm pretty much done with Facebook. It was fun while it lasted, but honestly, I'm rarely ever on there any more. Plus I found yesterday that my friend posted photos of her little boy and I didn't even know about it, until I clicked on her name. To me, this is front page news! I want my friends stuff to be front and center the moment it hits the web! In all reality, Facebook sucks the time right out of my day and seems to take away from the things I really like to do. Plus, I don't really care to see what other people are doing, except for those that matter most to me.

I also just realized that the voicemail on our home phone had 4 messages on there that are relatively old, but hadn't been heard. I'm seriously thinking about shutting off the voicemail. It is yet just another time consumer, listening to people's "stories" on the voicemail. The people I REALLY want to talk to, know how to reach me.

I hate that I'm in this frame of mind, but in all reality, I feel like I'm trying to get back to the basics. Den and I were just talking today about the News. We rarely ever watch the news anymore because it is all sensationalized, and depressing. They use scare tactics on a regular basis and to tell you the truth, I really don't want my kids watching it at all. They don't need to know the graphic details about child preditors, or molesters. I will tell them what I think they should hear.

I guess I'm just sick of being pulled in so many different directions at once. I just want to have more time for the things I want to do, plus if all goes well, I will have my head buried in school books before we know it. I guess this is the perfect time to start simplifying my life.

I'm Not Ready...

I'm starting to feel like I'm the only blogger left on the planet. I would hate to think Facebook is taking over. While I do like facebook, there is something special about a blog that I love. It's random thoughts, requests for advice, memories of the past, hope for the future, hysterical moments, painfully sad moments, and virtual trips that we all take together.

Facebook is ok, but the novelty has worn off, and sometimes I just don't have the time and energy to keep up with the flow. With blogger, it's a once a day post. Like reading your favorite news article written by your favorite journalist. I feel like I'm the only one left here and I am so sad. I'm not ready to stop blogging yet, but it is painfully obvious that not many people are in to it any more. Rest assured my friends, I check your blogs daily. I understand you are busy. I just miss your different styles of writing, and fear that you've decided to be done with the blogger.... But I'm still here.

Hodge Podge

So yesterday, I was in the WORST mood. It is almost impossible to be happy about anything these days. Everything is always bad on the TV and in the newspapers.

I set off for the post office yesterday. While in the post office, this arrogant butt head starts spouting off to the people in line, including myself. He starts slamming Obama for this, and that. Then he proceeds to say that the democratic people are brainwashed, and if we all think this mess is Bush's fault, we need to learn a thing or two. He c0ntinued with his unsolicited opinion for quite a while.

Let's just say by this time, I was staring at the ceiling, literally biting my lip. I wanted to rip into this a-hole like you can't imagine. Not because of my political views, but more so for feeling the need to give everyone in line his opinion, whether we asked for it or not. This jerk had no idea what kind of day people were having, and just felt the need to voice his opinion.

After the post office, I went to Meijer for a few things. As I approached the check out, I remembered Melanie's rant o' rama about self check outs. You know what... The girl is dead on. Why are we paying MORE for our groceries, only to ring them up and bag them ourselves?! I'm taking a stand against this one. I got into a line with a cashier. I had time to burn and really didn't care how long it took. Come hell or high water, I am NOT ringing up my own groceries, and I am NOT going to bag them either.

Moments later, I hear a woman behind me. She works for the store. She tells me to go down a few aisles and another cashier would ring me up. So I go down there, and guess where the cashier is going to ring me up... Yep! At the self check out! So now I have this angry cashier that is running 8 self check out units, ringing up my groceries and bitching about her supervisor. Next thing I know, she has to STOP ringing up my groceries to go handle another customer's check. Here I am, at the self check out stuck waiting for about 5 minutes for the girl to come back. By this time I couldn't ring myself up because she did something to the screen that changed the view. I should have fooled with it enough to give myself 50% off all my groceries, lol.

I've decided that I am NO longer going to those self check outs. I'm going to do my part in putting people back to work, by making sure I go into the aisles with an actual human being ringing me up. Period.

On a different and happier note.... I passed my test! Not only did I pass it... I ACED IT! 100%!!!! WHEW!!

I take pride in being an optimistic person, however it is becoming more and more difficult as time goes on. Sometimes I find that I can't even stand myself because of the life sucking mood I am in. I can't tell you enough how much I would love to snap out of this funk.

Comfort and Joy

I love Walgreens. There I said it. I professed my love for a convenience store. We have a Walgreens about 1/4 mile from my driveway. I love that store. Whenever you are in a pinch, it's there. Last night we needed and ice cream fix... Walgreens was there. Gift card, greeting card, make up, shampoo, sugar, cold medicine... Walgreens is there.

Yesterday, Emily and I both finished Professor Layton and the Curious Village on her DS. She worked on her saved game, then I worked on mine. It took a while but we finished it.... and loved it. Emily actually cried when she finished her game. It works you through some crazy puzzles, but they are all so much fun, and sometimes the easiest answer is all you need, even though you've gone through quantum physics only to realize the answer didn't require all that much. (wow, huge run-on sentence there!).

While chilling with the family in sweats, a comfy cotton tee-shirt and my pretty pink and white socks that I just got, she and I decided to run to Walgreens. While I am the first one to rip on people that wear their pajaja's in public, I must say I did go in sweats... and sandals (with socks), lol. Because it's only Walgreens, it was at night, and we needed the fix! I LOVE that store.

The Dash

The Dashcopyright 1996 Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speakat the funeral of a friend.He referred to the dates on her tombstonefrom the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birthand spoke of the following date with tears,but he said what mattered most of allwas the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the timethat she spent alive on earth...and now only those who loved herknow what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;the cars....the house...the cash.What matters is how we live and loveand how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard...are there things you'd like to change?For you never know how much time is leftthat can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enoughto consider what's true and real,and always try to understandthe way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,and show appreciation moreand love the people in our liveslike we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,and more often wear a smile...remembering that this special dashmight only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being readwith your life's actions to rehash...would you be proud of the things theysay about how you spend your dash?

Uncle Joe

This week our family said good-bye to a very dear family friend. Uncle Joe and Aunt Norma lived next door to my Grandparents in Detroit. Their son Greg is my brothers godfather. I honestly can't remember a family function in which I didn't see them while growing up. We were part of their family, and they were our's. Uncle Joe was always radiant with positivity. He was a handsome man, and dearly loved his wife. They had an amazing marriage. You could see it when they were together, and you can see it from photo's past. They are both extremely special people, whom you would love to be around.

I learned a lot about Uncle Joe today. Things that I never had the opportunity to learn. For this I have regrets. He lived a very interesting life and his glass was always half full. Our hearts are broken, however we are glad he never suffered.

Good Bye Uncle Joe. You made the world a better place. I feel like a better person, just having known you. For that I am so lucky. You will be missed.

Joseph V. Bilpuch
Date:
May 1st, 1918 - March 28th, 2009
Obituary:
BILPUCH, JOSEPH V. March 28, 2009 age 90 of Lake Orion. Beloved husband of Norma M. of 62 years. Dear father of Greg(Sandra) Bilpuch of Lake Orion. Grandfather of Kristen (Kevin) Gretka, Wendy (Jeffrey) Edgett and Michael Nobar. Great-grandfather of Shelbie, Kaden, Tobias, Kendall and Garrett. Brother of John Bilpuch, Edward (Marilyn) Bilpuch and Betty McRoberts. Also survived by loving nieces and nephews. Mr. Bilpuch was an Environmental Engineer for Alpha Electric in Detroit. He was a Veteran of the United States Army serving during WWII where he was a Prisoner of War for 28 months. He was a member of the Lake Orion American Legion Post 233; a member of St. Joseph Catholic Church. Funeral service Wednesday 10:30 am from the Lake Orion Chapel of the Sparks-Griffin Funeral Home. Family will receive friends Tuesday 2-5 & 6-9 pm. Memorial contributions may be directed to the Orion War Memorial 312 S. Broadway, Lake Orion, MI 48362 A Guest Reflection can be made @ www.sparksgriffin.com

Whew!

I know I've been non-existant lately. I've had a lot going on. First off, I wanted to meet an incentive that Tastefully Simple offered the consultants. Thanks to all of those people that held parties in March, not only have I earned the incentive, I blew my personal sales out of the water. It has been a whirlwind of a month, but a very fun time at that. It is amazing how you would think the economy would drive down this business. I guess my luck is that people STILL HAVE TO EAT AND I SELL FOOD! Imagine that! lol. Guess I made a good choice with TS!

Second... From my earlier post I told you about ALL of those classes I would have to take to be a registered dietitian. Let's just say I don't want to be in school for the next 8 years. So on a whim, I started looking at the college book to see what programs are offered.

Imagine my suprise when I found out I am like 3 classes away from applying to Macomb's Nursing program.! 3 classes! This is something I wish I would have known about 2 years ago when I was at Baker, retaking a bunch of classes that I DIDN'T NEED TO RETAKE! Had I looked into Macomb's program, I very well could have been half way through the nursing program by now! WTH!

Regardless, I have been online all day trying to get into 1 of the three classes that I need. The unfortunate thing is that the registration for the spring/summer semester opened, and when I had the opportunity to sign up early, I didn't... because I was still reeling over the thought of going to Wayne State until I'm 90.

Please send good karma my way. I need to get into A&P, English (need to retake for higher grade) or General Microbiology. I need 1 opening so I can get in. Send good karma, por favor!

2 B or not 2 B

First order of business....

I would like to thank all of my awesome friends that have written to Greg at school. The amount of letters he has received is amazing. And most of them start off with, "This is _______. I'm a friend of your Mom's", or they have come from family.

While he LOVES getting them, I love the feeling I get when he comes home with a folder full of mail from my girls, or from family. It's priceless. So thank you. Thank You for taking the time to do this wonderful little thing. It has totally enlightened our spirits, and especially of one little boy. I wish ALL schools would do this.

Moving along...

I'm in a funk. I went to class yesterday to find out that I barely passed yet another algebra test. At first I hadn't passed it, then after looking at the key and comparing it with my test, I found that I did a bit better than he thought, and I called him out on it.

Regardless, this is BASIC Algebra. In order to become a Registered Dietician, I have to take A LOT more math classes AND about 4 different chemistry classes. PLUS last week I went to the counselor at Macomb to find out if I am on the right track. Let's just say that it was very enlightening. I found that I have even more classes to take on top of the program requirements.

I am in a funk. The hurdle of the math classes alone is daunting. I'm 37 (there I said it). As much as I joke around about being 29, I'm actually 3 years from 40, which is still very young. If I live to 80, my life is still not even half over. But do I want to spend the next 10 years in class AGAIN? Not really.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Is this a mid-life crisis? I have a degree as a Paramedic, and have no intentions on working the road again. What are my options? It's not like there is this pressing for me to go find a job. But the thing is... I feel like I should be doing something more to bring in an income.

My cousin suggested I work in a scrapbook store. I told her to clean out her crack pipe. Me working in a scrapbook store? You could reword that as Me working to PAY OFF the scrapbook store.

I am in a funk and I feel that I should be doing something. But what.

I wonder if there are any good books that would help me sort this out. I feel like a failure, yet I know that I'm not.

My Big Brain

Couple things on my mind this week. 1. I can't believe that Natasha Richardson died. I saw her in Maid in Manhattan and really didn't like her. Not "her" but her character. One of Emily's favorite movies is The Parent Trap, with Lindsay Lohan, the cute guy and Natasha Richardson. I LOVED her in this movie. It's gotten to the point that we all watch it when it is on, no matter how many times we've seen it.

It is just so sad that something so bizarre took her life. It has been said that she had a minor fall and by looking at her, you would never know anything happened. To put this in English, she developed a bleed and clot between the membrane of her brain and the skull. It pressed inward on her brain and basically killed her.

After going through some websites and seeing what people were saying, one man said he bought helmets for his kids, but because he is older, he doesn't need one. HELLLOOOOOO? The woman was 45 years old! Kids heads are bigger because they are growing. Adults brains start to shrink after a period of time, which leaves MORE ROOM in your skull for your brain to bounce around. Mr. Man doesn't seem to get it that his brain is like a marble in a tin can. Dork.

Anyway, her death bothered me so much that it actually interrupted my sleep more than once this week. She wasn't my favorite actress by any means. I guess it is just the whole thought of how something so simple can take a life.

On the flip side, I went to the College today to make sure I am on track to eventually apply to Wayne State. So far so good. I am relieved to say I don't have a whole lot of credits that are needed so that is good. Regardless, I am still very excited about this and will continue to move forward in this adventure. I just wish it wasn't at 3... I mean 29 years old! lol.

Have a GREAT weekend Y'all!!

What they think of me.

Me according to E & G.Saturday 7:05 pm
Me... according to my kids
Answered by E (9) & G (7)

1. What is something mom always says to you?
E: You're very pretty.
G: I Love you.

2. What makes mom happy?
E: When I clean my room
G: Uh... ME.

3. What makes mom sad?
E: When I'm sick.
G: Uh... When I don't get all smiley faces on my work.

4. How does your mom make you laugh?
E: Imitating Sandy in the bowling alley. (She smokes A LOT and has the raspiest voice I've EVER HEARD!)
G: When you put your "thingers" in my arm pits. (He means fingers)

5. What was your mom like as a child?
E: Dorky
G: She pooped all over the place. (They are going to bed early).

6. How old is your mom?
E: 29 maybe.
G: 97

7. How tall is your mom
E: About 5 feet
G: 5'2"

8. What is her favorite thing to do?
E: Scrapbook
G: Go to Tastefully Simple parties, ALL NIGHT.

9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
E: I don't know, what do YOU do when I'm not around?
G: Sit and watch TV. (definitely going to bed early now)

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
E: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... selling food.
G: Kisses

11. What is your mom really good at?
E: Scrapbooking
G: Math (lol)

12. What is your mom not very good at?
E: cooking. (E once asked if we were having "toxic vomit surprise" for dinner).
G: Math (I reply, "You just said I was good at math!", Oh.... UH.... COOKING!

(not sure why there is no 13)
14.What is your mom's favorite food?
E: Spaghetti
G: Dirt

15.What makes you proud of your mom?
E: Um... because you're my mother.
G: Your baking

16. What do you and your mom do together?
E: Scrapbook
G: Sit around.

17. How are you and your mom the same?
E: Um.... we both hate math.
G: Uh because I look like you. (He does)

18. How are you and your mom different?
E: You wear glasses and I don't.
G: Because I eat dirt.

19. How do you know your mom loves you?
E: She lets me sleep with her sometimes. I know you love me because you make time for me.
G: Uh... Because she likes to make stuff for me.

20. What does your mom like most about your dad?
E: He's HOT! lol
G: That you go crazy with him. (I asked how) Because you kick his booty, lol.

21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
E: "To your bedroom, no I'm kidding." I have no idea.
G: White Castle (Mom says YUCK)

This was fun... and taken off Facebook. Their answers were pretty funny. But they are still going to bed early. lol

Another Gregism

Greg gets into his pajaja's and comes to sit by me on the couch. He is planted right up against me and starts talking. Here is the conversation that ensues;

G: Mom, you know that man that comes to the school all the time?
M: Huh? Who are you talking about?
G: You know, that man. That man that is at Emily's practice.
M: Oh! Mr. "so and so".
G: Yeah. DID YOU KNOW... that he's touched a blue whale before?
M: He did?
G: Yeah, when he was in the Navy.
M: WOW. I didn't know that.
G: Yep, he said it was very smooth. Not wrinkly like this... and he starts stroking my cheek!!!
M: WHAT?! By this time Greg is zeroing in on my cheek really checking it out. Now I'm freaking and starting to wonder if I have the grand canyon developing on my face.

Greg then starts to play with my hair and sweetly says, "Let's see if we can find your first gray hair".

Yep. Love him to death, but could have rang his bell. Hair was cut and dyed promptly the next day.

kRaZyyyy!!

I am having the most insane week. First off... THANK YOU MELANIE for booking a party with me. As most of you know, I have been a Tastefully Simple consultant for about 2 years now. I love the company, love what I do and swear to you it is in no way like A***y. With TS, what you see is what you get. And what you make of it is what you get too!.

So this month TS is offering this amazing incentive. Hit certain sales levels and earn beautiful clothing items. Who couldn't use free beautiful clothes? So I sent out an email asking a few people to do a book party at work. Rather than that, they want to do a real party. So I am well on my way to earning every incentive this month!! Melanie is helping me! Trust me. I'll be taking care of my girl.

Then I came home today to find a "secret" client (whom I don't recall ever meeting), placed a HUGE order on my website. Let's just say it was well over $200. Bang! Even closer to the incentive!

To make things even better... I have a wild hair. I hate certain things about my house right now. Dishes included. While we've decided to make more "changes", one thing I am grateful for is the fact that Den gave me carte blanc to get whatever dishes I wanted.

I'm sick of having Kmart elcheapo dorky dishes. I've had them for 12 years. I'm done. So I found the ones I want...

Life is too short to eat on a dorky dish. So I fell head over heels for these dishes. A bit fancy, but like I said... Life is too short.

So yesterday I am late running to class. I high tail it up to my room, only to find class is dismissed. The teacher is out. So on a whim, I decided to go to JcPenny where the dishes are. I just wanted to see them in person. Oddly enough, I love the green in this photo, yet HATED it in the store. It is a weird cheap looking green/blue, yet I still LOVE the design of the dishes. So I stalked the dish department for like an hour. This worker comes up. Asks if he can help me. I ask him about the deal with the credit card. You can save 15, 20 or 30% on your purchase if you use your JCP card. He gets these rub off cards, fans them out and tells me to pick on. Guess who picked a 30%! And guess which dishes were on sale for 50% off on top of that!

I decided to go with the same dishes, but in yellow. The yellow is absolutely charming. Problem. The only ones in stock are a setting for 4 ppl. I need 8.

So I mention to the man that I found the 8 place setting online, but I wanted to pick them up here to avoid shipping. Then he tells me if he can find it online, he will order it and have it sent to the store, with FREE shipping. HE FOUND THE DISHES!! So I got the most beautiful set of dishes, in a beautiful color, FREE shipping and 80% off!!!

SOMEBODY PINCH ME. I am having the most fun, CRAZY week!!!

Spring!!!!

Before I've seen my first robin of the season, and before I noticed my tulips poking through the dirt, I've seen the first signs of spring.

The other day I saw the resident squirrel playing tug o' war with the burlap on the tree out front. I wondered why it looked so ratty, then saw why. Mrs Squirrel was getting supplies for her "nest". I'm a bit worried though because the tree she is nesting in, will be cut down this year. The new neighbors next to us have decided to level all the trees in their yard. This is very sad for the tree hugger in me. I just hope that Mrs. Squirrel will be ok. Maybe they will wait until fall to do that.

My second sign of spring... the birds are building a nest in the bird house on our patio. Pretty soon we'll have the joy of seeing them going at it on the bush out side, lol.

I am so relieved. Spring is coming.

The Bachelor

I admit it. I got sucked in to this season. Particularly because I watched the Bachelorette and saw Deanna dump Jason. So my heart was broken for him... until last night.

Let me be the first to admit that I am an overly emotional person. As strong as I try to be, the water works turn on and the tears start flowing. I try to control it, but sometimes I just can't. On the other hand, the Bachelor got on my nerves. Enough already. I started to feel like he was acting. What guy cries THAT MUCH???

So I watched it to the end to see who he chose. Funny enough, Molly is my sister in law's cousin. Acutally it's her cousin's daughter. So it's a pretty close connection. I didn't really "feel" the connection between Jason & Molly, but still felt horrible for what he did to her. To make matters worse, the "after the final rose" show that came on next was TERRIBLE!! Jason actually told Melissa (the one he purposed to) that he was still in love with the OTHER girl that he sent packing. He broke off their engagement right there on TV. Then they brought out Molly and SHE TOOK HIM BACK!!! I couldn't believe it.

I could not believe that I wasted all those Monday nights watching that dumb show. I could not believe that I actually felt sorry for this piece of work named Jason. I am so mad at myself for getting hooked into it. I am NEVER watching that show again... unless Melissa is the next bachelorette. ;o)

Telling You Like It Is...

This is Charlie since he's been on a diet. That old bag pretty much sums up how I was feeling last week. A haircut and dye job fixed that! But Chuckie Ton's O' fun is still doing the dance.

Friday

A man on a horse road into town on Friday. He stayed 3 days and left on Friday. How did he do it?