I'm watching a cooking show on t.v. and the girl, Claire, is making something called 'Pig Candy' and it looks so fricken good! All it is is bacon baked with brown sugar caramelized on it. Yummy-f'en-yum. But the girl drives me nuts - she is TOTALLY, LIKE obnoxious. The bacon looks really good though. Can't ya tell, I am starving.
I have gone camouflage. I ordered a camouflage purse with hot pink trimming - and then I ordered a matching wallet - camouflage with a hot pink "A". It's so soft and pretty. Fancy that, I am still a little girly.
Have to go to the dentist on Tuesday to get my teeth "scaled" - it sounds really painful, but the technician told me that they numb up my mouth before they start. She told me that the most painful part is the soreness afterwards. THAT I can deal with - it's not easy, but it's after the fact. Ugh. Ever feel like you wished that you would just disappear *poof* and not have to do something that you KNOW that you HAVE to do? Okay, gotta stop thinking about it, or I will talk myself right out of it.
My Grandma's ashes arrived at my house on Wednesday or Thursday (the days all seem to run together when you are in a 'funk'). I put the urn on the china cabinet in the living-room. I'm still not sure how I feel about the "concept" of my grandmother sitting in that little gold box.
My mother never signed the papers that would allow the funeral home to cremate my grandmother, it took 3 weeks for a judge to sign the papers, 21 days that my grandmother's body sat in that morgue. That pisses me off. But, I know that my grandmother's rightful place is next to my grandfather, who's ashes are buried in my MOTHER'S yard.
My husband called my mother - go figure, she would answer him, but she wouldn't answer if my brother or I called - and he told her that he would mail Grandma's ashes to her, so that she can make sure that Grandma is placed next to Grandpa. Kevin is too trusting, I don't think that my mother will do anything of the sort - but - I am doing what I think is the responsible and adult thing to do.
Sometimes I hate being the grown-up.
My mother told my husband that she didn't want anything to do with me - she is mad because of what I wrote in my book. Sorry, Mom, the truth hurts. I don't believe that truer words have been spoken than those.
So, anyway. I went on a spending spree on eBay yesterday. I feel guilty for spending the money, but I also feel anxious and excited about receiving the items in the mail. What did I order? The following items:
1. Pink camouflage wallet with hot pink 'A'
2. Camouflage bra & panty set
3. Mint bra & panty set
4. Pink stun gun
5. Roxy Girl organizer
6. Straight Talk telephone & minute card
7. Hot pink case for said phone
I think that I need to stay off of eBay for awhile. It's almost like an uncontrollable NEED to buy, buy, buy. It's actually not a good sign, kinda like a "red flag", but I'm not sure what it's preceding.
I was looking at pink flasks last night - pretty, pink, and shiny. But what in the hell would I do with a flask? I don't really drink a lot of alcoholic beverages - especially when I'm not home.
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