My husband calls me weird

It's a smelly foot Fun Monday

This week is hosted by the lovely Robin. This week we are challenged to:

"Shoes tell a lot about a person and we wanna delve deeply into your soul sole.  Photograph your favorite pair--or pairs--of shoes and tell us a little about why they're near and dear to your toes heart (I can't wait to see how Swampy ties this in to Breast Cancer Awareness!).  Follow in Jenny's footsteps and make a foot-family portrait...show us your baby bronzed booties...let us see the shoes YOU HAD TO HAVE (but have never worn)...or all those grotesquely dyed-to-match formerly white satin bridemaid's shoes that were worn ONCE...the reinforced steel-toe boots that saved your big toe from being hacked off in that industrial "accident"...or, just take pictures of your nekkid feet--gnarly bunions, twin toes, or perfectly OPI-pedicured tootsies."

Let me start out by saying I LOVE SHOES!!! I am a complete shoe whore. Shoes can make or break your outfit and are the perfect retail therapy purchase items.

   

    

I love my kick ass black boots. Pair them with a "proper" skirt or dress for a nice twist on the bad girl look. I adore my brown and pink Chucks. I found them in an outlet store in Texas.

Now for my nasty looking feet. I hope you have eaten your breakfast yet.

My toe nails are usually always painted with some funky colors. It's much more entertaining this way. This week's color choices are black and green.

How about some cute baby piggies? Baby feet are about the cutest thing ever. Even at three, Aaron's feet are still soft and sweet. I like to kiss the bottoms after a bath. Yes, I know I need help.

Go check out everyone else's stinky feet!   

Stop the Abuse

I'm breaking my "on break" rule again, but for an awesome reason.

I was 22, young and carefree. He was 27 and I thought at the time, the perfect man for me. I was so stupid. It didn't take long for the verbal abuse to start. After awhile I began to think "fucking bitch" was a term of endearment. He was controlling in every sense of the word. He separated me from my family and friends and when I dared defy him and spend time with them, I was paid back by easily an hour of emotional and verbal abuse. He'd beat me down until I believed him. I didn't deserve any better. He hit me once, but by then the physical abuse was much easier to take than the emotional. It took almost a year until I finally cracked. I had hit rock bottom. It was only then that I knew I had to leave. Thankfully I had family and friends who realized what was going on and surrounded me with their protection.  Bullies only attack the weak and with my wall of support, there was no way he could get through.  My leaving caused him to snap. He began to stalk me. I'd find him staring at my bedroom window at 3 in the morning from my condo's parking lot, waiting for me by my car at work. He'd call at all hours and try calling my friends telling them that I needed serious help and he was the only one who could give me that help. Too scared to live alone, I moved back into my mom's house. He showed up at her door one late night, drunk and carrying flowers, begging her to let him talk to me. Any parent out their knows the fierce protectiveness they feel over their own children. My Mother Bear stepped in and threatened to kick his ass and have him arrested if he ever got within 100 feet of me again. No one messes with my mother (or my 6'4", 350 pound brother.)  He finally moved out of state and out of my life. It could have ended so much worse. I was lucky to escape. I was lucky to leave with most of myself still in tacked. So many aren't. Please for today and everyday, help stop the abuse. If you know family or friends who are in an abusive relationship, offer all the help you can to get them to leave. Fighting the battle is so much easier when you are not alone.

Go visit Vodkarella for more information on Blog Against Abuse day.

Still on "break", but had to share......

LOOK! AT! WHAT! I! ORDERED! FOR! AARON!

I couldn't help myself. Can you blame me? I love Halloween. And Old Navy.

I think I need a break

I'm fried people, really seriously fried. These last two days have sucked worse than sweaty donkey balls. I haven't felt this way since I begged my doctor to put me on some medication. I'm taking a break. I will still comment at your places and make some rude remarks, but I need some time (it's not you, it's me, I swear it.) I really just can't take a whole lot more. I'm about ready to snap. It won't be a long break, just enough time to get my head screwed back on. See you in the comments section.

My Grandma is a freaking cat

Thank you everyone for your prayers and good thoughts. It means more than you will ever know.

When my mom checked in on my grandma this morning, she hadn't moved from the position my mother last left her 4 hours earlier. She didn't respond to being touched or being talked to. Shaking her didn't work, nor did anything else. My grandma had a pulse, but that was about it. An ambulance was dispatched. Upon arrival to the hospital, they cut all her clothes off to resuscitate and told my mom and uncle to prepare for the worse. I arrived close to 2 hours later. 4 hours after that and two mega doses of antibiotics, my grandma was good naturedly cussing out the nurse for cutting her favorite shirt off. "Well, shit, why did you have to do that?!" The diagnosis? She has a major infection in her stomach area that was going septic, causing the poison from the infection to travel via blood to all her other organs making her body basically shut down. When I first saw her, I was positive that the worse was going to happen. I am so amazed.

I have never been one to put faith in God or prayers. It's about time I do.

Now I know why

Now I know why I couldn't sleep. My grandma had a massive stroke in the middle of the night. It's only time. I will be out of service for some time. Prayers please, if you were ever the praying type.

I imagine it's a lot like doing William Shatner

It almost 2 am here and I can't sleep. I suddenly woke up on the couch at 12:30, crawled into bed and couldn't, for the life of me, go back to sleep. My mind is going in 9 million directions. Like, why the hell is my husband afraid of a little color on the walls and obsessed at the thought that dark colors make the room smaller, despite how awesome the dining room would look in a dark foresty green? And why would we put in a new vanity in the master bedroom's bathroom and not replace the faucet? "The current one works now. We can replace it later."  Isn't it just easier to put a new one in when you put the new vanity in? (although I must say, Kev did pick out some awesome bar stools for our kitchen.) Or how can someone so small, talk so freaking damn much? Will it ever stop? From the moment he wakes up, till the time Aaron talks himself to sleep, he will not be quiet. "Look mommy, out the window. It's a vine! What's on the vine? It's pumpkins! I like pumpkins. I went to outer space last night. It was awesome. I put my astronaut helmet on, got into my spaceship and zoomed off to the moon. Next time I go, you daddy and Ken can come too, because it's so. much. fun! What's for dinner? Can I have McDonald's? When are we moving into our new house? Are you going to paint my walls? I like red mommy. Can I have red walls? Pleaaaaaase."  And I don't think he takes a breath at all in between sentences.

To top it off, I bought a new plug in air freshener to put behind our garbage can in the kitchen. The package said it was vanilla. It smells like Brut cologne. My dad used to wear Brut cologne. Do you know how weird it is, walking around my house smelling my father? I'd almost prefer the smell of garbage. Or that my mom is on a mini vacation and I am freaked out the someone will break into their house. I want to drive over their now and make sure everything is okay.

I am so stressed out and my mind will not shut up. I imagine it's a lot like what would happen if you did William Shatner.  He would not, be able, to shut, the fuck, up. And the sex? it would be awful. Did you, like the way, I did that, baby? Or how, about, that. It's all those damn awkward pauses. I bet if he's married (is he?) his wife wears ear plugs when they get down and dirty.

Daily thought

SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKYS. NOT REALLY   GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE   STAIRS

More than you'll ever need to know

Okay dudes, this is going to be a quickie. (So hurry up and take your pants off already! Yeesh.) I leave for the house inspection shortly.

My Pay it Forward gift came the other day! Alfredsmom from All up in the Kool-aid sent me a CD mix of her fave 70's, 80's & 90's music. Thank you! So, if you see a punky looking lady in a blue mini van singing and rocking it out while driving (safely of course), it's just me, enjoying my new CD.

I received this in an email the other day. Since I'm short on substance (aren't I always....) I will do it here. Magic! Presto! An easy blog post. I love it.

A) Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. A whore
2. A phone sex operator
3. Insurance salesman (before sex change)
4. Pool boy (again, before sex change)

B) Four places I have lived:
1. Card board box
2. My car
3. My mom's basement
4. In your garage (Surprise! You didn't even know I was there!)

C) FOUR TV SHOWS I LIKE TO WATCH
1. What Not to Wear
2. All the porn films I've starred in
3. Anything on HGTV
4. Antiques Roadshow

D) Four Places I've Been on Vacation
1. Texas
2. Arizona
3. Alaska
4. Oh, Canada!

E) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:
1. Mexican
2. Chinese
3. My husband (Sorry, couldn't resist that one)
4.  Pineapple

F) FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:
1. Sleeping
2. In my new house
3. With George Clooney
4. Shopping on an unlimited budget

G) FOUR FRIENDS I THINK WILL RESPOND
1. You
2. You
3. You
4. And your mother

H) Four places I like to shop
1. The corner
2. Back Allies
3. Bars
4. Oh, I thought it was 4 places people shopped to buy me....Sorry....Uh, Old Navy?

I) Parents' first name
Elvis & Priscilla

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(I've decided it would be fun to annoy people today.)

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(Especially those who insist on "Talk like a Pirate Day.")

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(I am declaring today "Talk like Charlie Brown's Teacher Day.")

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(That and I suck at speaking pirate.)

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(I got a call from our Realtor yesterday.)
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(It seems the furnace at the new house has a cracked heat exchange.)
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(The current owners are replacing the furnace, but are going to only put in an 80% efficiency.)
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(We are upgrading to a 90%, but at a $500 cost to us.)
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(This sucks sweaty donkey balls, but will save us $20/month on gas.)

Wa-wahm
(Fuckers.)

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(Trivia time! What was the name of Charlie Brown's teacher? No Googling!)

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(Well do you know?!?!)

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(You Googled it didn't you?!?!?)

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(Cheater.)

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(I knew I loved you for a reason.)