Monday, January 05, 2004
On New Year’s Day I was tired of cooking big dinners and could not decide WHAT to fix. It appeared my tradition of cooking something totally new (that I have never made before) would be called off this year. But, while watching the Twilight Zone Marathon, I saw something that sounded perfect: a Dejourno Chicago Style Deep Dish Pizza. It sounded really good and I have never made a deep dish pizza of any kind before. So, that and a salad was our New Year’s Day Dinner. It was also very good!
The day after new years, Doug Brandi and I set off pick to up my son at the state line. After we picked him up, we were going to go to my parents’ house for a visit. When we got to the convenience store to get gas, I noticed Doug had on sweat pants. Not just any sweat pants either. The sweat pants I wore when I was 9 months pregnant. He weighs like 130 lbs and the pants don’t touch him anywhere. I hollered at him for dressing sloppy. I didn’t care so much that he had worn sweat pants, but he could have worn some that fit. I think about all the articles that tell women not to go around the house looking sloppy and running the risk of other women appearing more attractive to their husbands. I think I am going to write an article warning men not to go out sloppy and embarrass the heck out of their wives. If they do we men who dress neater in public will appear more attractive to us and we might have an affair.
We had left early and didn’t fix breakfast. My husband got a biscuit at the convenience store. I wasn’t hungry enough to want one of THOSE biscuits. However, the smell made me even hungrier, so I asked him to stop at Jack’s. BIG MISTAKE THERE!! Oh the biscuit was fine and Brandi loved her hash browns as well. But the moment we pulled up to the drive through window my husband looked over at me and said, “Damn Cindy!” and I said, “What, I didn’t do anything…” and suddenly, the smell hit me full force. He said, “Oh no, I KNOW you didn’t do that.” One look to my right told me where the smell was coming from. A big truck was parked there with the words “Septic Tank Cleaner” on the side. I covered my face with a napkin and handed one to Brandi. Doug was yelling, “Find something to spray! I know there is something in here somewhere! Spray something!” I found a bottle of “Off” bug spray and sprayed it. It didn’t help a lot, but we managed to get the biscuit and drive away. I didn’t even bother with my usual request for BBQ sauce and grape jelly since the car smelled like 10,000 dirty baby diapers. No, really worse than that. We just made a run for fresh air. BLECH!!! It was hideous.
We got Paul and then went to my mom & dad’s house for a visit. My dad had had knee replacement surgery and had been in rehab for that for a while. My sister is thinking of going back to school. She either wants to become a pharmacist or take business administration. I hope she takes pharmacy, because there seems to be so many people with business degrees that are doing nothing. It is of course, up to her. My uncle had broken the TV, so they had bought a big flat screen TV. He’s been ornery and my sister cussed him out over something or other. I wasn’t sure what that whole deal was with that. My brother is still with his wife. There was something going on last time I was there and I wasn’t sure if they would stay together or not. She had gone to his boss and told on him for something and they wound up firing him. It seemed she had shot her own self in the foot by doing that, but who can figure out the logic of others… Anyway, he had to look for another job. He is now an instructor for a parole office. He had to go to Forsythe and take a course to be able to get this job. He finished second in his class of around a thousand. We’re proud of him. At any rate, I may love living in this apartment, about like I love a toothache, but I’m glad I’m out of there.
Brandi has become picture obsessed. Especially pictures of herself. This is part of her conceited princess complex. I got into a box of old pictures the other morning and now she constantly looks at them. She just can’t get over how cute she was as a baby and all the stages between now and then.
Jordan brought me a red wild rose Saturday after I told her happy birthday. I thought I had embarrassed her, because when I told her I thought about it being her birthday that morning she said, “Oh that is so weird.” But then she brought the rose. SO SWEET!
I made a new friend Sunday night. Her name is Haley and she’s 7. She has a 5 year old sister named Heather. I hope they will become friends with Brandi. Paul has so many friends, but Brandi doesn’t have any girls her age to play with. Haley told me her mom used to be Miss Alabama. I have not seen her yet. She has a much older teenage sister and an older brother.
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The day after new years, Doug Brandi and I set off pick to up my son at the state line. After we picked him up, we were going to go to my parents’ house for a visit. When we got to the convenience store to get gas, I noticed Doug had on sweat pants. Not just any sweat pants either. The sweat pants I wore when I was 9 months pregnant. He weighs like 130 lbs and the pants don’t touch him anywhere. I hollered at him for dressing sloppy. I didn’t care so much that he had worn sweat pants, but he could have worn some that fit. I think about all the articles that tell women not to go around the house looking sloppy and running the risk of other women appearing more attractive to their husbands. I think I am going to write an article warning men not to go out sloppy and embarrass the heck out of their wives. If they do we men who dress neater in public will appear more attractive to us and we might have an affair.
We had left early and didn’t fix breakfast. My husband got a biscuit at the convenience store. I wasn’t hungry enough to want one of THOSE biscuits. However, the smell made me even hungrier, so I asked him to stop at Jack’s. BIG MISTAKE THERE!! Oh the biscuit was fine and Brandi loved her hash browns as well. But the moment we pulled up to the drive through window my husband looked over at me and said, “Damn Cindy!” and I said, “What, I didn’t do anything…” and suddenly, the smell hit me full force. He said, “Oh no, I KNOW you didn’t do that.” One look to my right told me where the smell was coming from. A big truck was parked there with the words “Septic Tank Cleaner” on the side. I covered my face with a napkin and handed one to Brandi. Doug was yelling, “Find something to spray! I know there is something in here somewhere! Spray something!” I found a bottle of “Off” bug spray and sprayed it. It didn’t help a lot, but we managed to get the biscuit and drive away. I didn’t even bother with my usual request for BBQ sauce and grape jelly since the car smelled like 10,000 dirty baby diapers. No, really worse than that. We just made a run for fresh air. BLECH!!! It was hideous.
We got Paul and then went to my mom & dad’s house for a visit. My dad had had knee replacement surgery and had been in rehab for that for a while. My sister is thinking of going back to school. She either wants to become a pharmacist or take business administration. I hope she takes pharmacy, because there seems to be so many people with business degrees that are doing nothing. It is of course, up to her. My uncle had broken the TV, so they had bought a big flat screen TV. He’s been ornery and my sister cussed him out over something or other. I wasn’t sure what that whole deal was with that. My brother is still with his wife. There was something going on last time I was there and I wasn’t sure if they would stay together or not. She had gone to his boss and told on him for something and they wound up firing him. It seemed she had shot her own self in the foot by doing that, but who can figure out the logic of others… Anyway, he had to look for another job. He is now an instructor for a parole office. He had to go to Forsythe and take a course to be able to get this job. He finished second in his class of around a thousand. We’re proud of him. At any rate, I may love living in this apartment, about like I love a toothache, but I’m glad I’m out of there.
Brandi has become picture obsessed. Especially pictures of herself. This is part of her conceited princess complex. I got into a box of old pictures the other morning and now she constantly looks at them. She just can’t get over how cute she was as a baby and all the stages between now and then.
Jordan brought me a red wild rose Saturday after I told her happy birthday. I thought I had embarrassed her, because when I told her I thought about it being her birthday that morning she said, “Oh that is so weird.” But then she brought the rose. SO SWEET!
I made a new friend Sunday night. Her name is Haley and she’s 7. She has a 5 year old sister named Heather. I hope they will become friends with Brandi. Paul has so many friends, but Brandi doesn’t have any girls her age to play with. Haley told me her mom used to be Miss Alabama. I have not seen her yet. She has a much older teenage sister and an older brother.
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