Two In One Year. You’re welcome.

Don’t even say it cuz I already know.  Just be happy I’m here.  With stories to tell.

Story #1:

Brad and I are still engaged.  As a matter of fact, November 11 was the one year anniversary of our engagement.  (And also our 4 year anniversary of our first date.  Lookie at us choosing to stay together for love.)

We do not currently have any wedding plans, but that point is moot.  I have a ring and it’s flippin’ huge.  I’ll be alright for awhile.

Having said that, Brad says we are getting married next May.  Interesting that we haven’t spent a dime on anything or made even a single phone call.  So we must be getting married by magic.  Ta da!

Story #2:

My weight loss has now totaled 32 pounds.  I’ve maintained this for about 9 months now, and I’ve yet to exercise.  Just goes to show you, you can eat 1,200 calories worth of Sonic corn dogs and still lose weight.  It’s a simple scientific equation.












Story #3:

We got a new kitty.  He is Oliver.









Isn’t he the precious-est?  Autumn brought him home in July.  She “rescued” him from outside our house one day, and then we fell in love and couldn’t give him up.  Which is a way better outcome than the chicken she brought home after claiming she won it in a school Easter raffle.

Relaxxxx.  It went to live on a farm where it could run free with his new chicken buddies.  (No, seriously.  It did.)

Story #4:

Family update.  I was reading some of my older posts, and realized I might’ve left you slightly hanging on a few things.

1) Mom got married to a guy named Bill earlier this year.  They get up at 4 a.m. and work out at the gym together.  Awwww …


2) My sister turned 21 and still goes to college at Mizzou 4 hours away.  She’s changed her major to journalism with an emphasis on public relations.  There went my free medical care, dadgummit.  But I suppose if I ever get involved in a scandal or two, she can write me up a pretty little explanation for the newspapers. So there’s always that.

3) Brad is not working at his old job job anymore, and has now started his own property maintenance company.  I came up with the business name and logo, so I’ll be expecting my royalty payments any day now.  I mean, just cuz we’s engaged and all don’t mean my services come free.

4) My brother did not name his second son “Shooter.”  He’s called Jack, and he turned 2 today.

Story #5:

I started crocheting again, and actually made two blankets.  Granted, the first one has big gaping holes all in it and wouldn’t keep you warm if you paid it to.  The second one is much prettier and looks like you could wrap up in it and lounge about on the couch all day (as I am apt to do).  However, it is a skinny blanket and only covers one person at a time, and then only if you lay stick straight and keep your arms at your side at all times.

Well.  It’s the thought that counts.

I am in the process of making another one, but I’ve been working on it since April, so honestly, this one might end up being a table doily instead.  But better than all those scarves I’ve tried to make that just became pot holders.  Heh.  I do have a sad little attention span.

Story #6:

This is a picture of my child, who turned 17 a few weeks ago:










This is a picture of my child’s child, Allie Jaine, who will be born next month:








Yes, that’s right.  I’m going to be a granny.  At the ripe old age of 36.  Not sure how that happened (the me being 36 part; the other I’m quite clear on), but here we are.  It’s a mixture of emotions that’s for sure.  In any case, we’re all happy it’s a girl because Autumn’s boyfriend wanted to name a boy “Jaylid”, which scared us all to death.  Plus, girls don’t pee in arching streams between diaper changes.  We feel very lucky indeed.


Okay, that’s it.  You’re caught up.  About a whole year’s worth of news condensed into 6 little stories. Hope to get on here more often.  Would like to make a promise, but we’ve been down this road before.  So let’s just say “Till next time” and pray that is very very soon.

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She’s back from lost.

So yeah.  It’s been over a year since I posted last.  And I’m not saying it won’t happen again, but I had a brief moment of nothing to do, so I thought I’d pop on to give you a little uppy-datey.

Work. Still at the casino.  Still kickin’ ass with all my Admin Assistantry.  But also with being a buyer and saving money and being employee of the month and everything.  I don’t know how that happened, but it did and I got a sweet sweet front row parking spot for a month because of it.  Weeeee!

Second important fact:  I’ve lost 27 pounds.  Holy schnikies!  I know you are thinking because of how good I looked before, where the hell did I hide 27 extra pounds.  You tuck it in your pants, that’s where.  But now it’s gone gone gone and I can turn a head again!  Brad no likeee, but it’s the price to pay for being so skeeny.  At least I still let him walk next to me in a grocery store.  It could be way worse.

The downside is having to buy new pants every 2 weeks.  You would think it would be fun to shop all the time.  And don’t get me wrong … it IS!  But I’d like to wear a $50 pair of Banana Republics longer than 14 days.

Best part, though?  I haven’t done any exercising at all to get this way.  I laugh in the face of forcibly sweating.  Bwahahahaha!  I just stopped eating and VOILA!  Like magic, my friends.

(Okay, before ya’ll freak.  I still eat.  Just nicer regular size portions instead of like 15 cookies like before.)

Next, darling daughter is now 16.  She got a job.  And she drives.  Erlack!  Where does the time go?  I’ve gotten kind of used to it, though.  It’s pretty handy to send someone else out on errands for you and they like it.

Lastly, and most importantly (cuz he’s probably reading this) … I am officially engaged.  (Take time out to jump up and down real quick.)  Eeeeeeeeeeee!

Now focus.

On our 3rd dating anniversary (November 11), we re-created our first date.  And dadgummit, if he didn’t ask me to marry him right there in the bar at Red Hot and Blue.  With people watching and everything.  And then we made out right in the middle of nachos.  It was awesome.  And tasty.  Cuz even amidst an engagement and sparkly ring and everything, it’s hard to ignore a good nacho.  You know how it goes.

So now ya’lls caught up.  That didn’t take very long, surprisingly.  Just goes to show that despite all this wonderfulness happening in my life, I’m still pretty boring.


Til next time, my dears.  And hopefully not so far away.

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How bad I suck.

You hate me.  I know you do.

I have a geniune, legitimate reason for being astray.  It’s called “new job.”  And there be an I.T. department in it.  Who is probably wayyyy worse than a Net Nanny.

So it’s strictly business from here on out.  No browsing the MedHelp site to make sure I’m not dying of a mysterious stomach cramp ailment. No more celebrity gossip.  And sadly, no more storytelling on the blog.  They will catch me doing it and they will no likeee.  And swiftly rebel in a we-ain’t-paying-you-for-that-kind-of-shiznit sort of way.  Me – no job = McDonald’s kids meals for date night for the rest of my life.

Oh, but I guess I didn’t tell you!  I’m not working at the hospital no more.  I was there for about two seconds, then the casino I had interviewed at before gave me a call.  I am now a Buyer and Financial Admin.  Which means I get to purchase all the office supplies I want and they will pay for everything.  Weeee!  But on the flip side, the Admin part means people think I am their own damn sekaterry and want me to create spreadsheets for no dadgum reason.

Being the new girl is a hard job, lemme tell you.  Especially because as soon as I get there, my co-worker gets the maintenance man to install the door buzzer on my side of the cubicle.  That means everytime someone wants in, I have to push the button.  The installer guy asks me where I want the buzzer, and I kind of look at him like he don’t know me very well.  And say, Uhhhh, right by my hand, thanks.  Cuz there be no exercising of any kind at this job either.

However, I am really liking the work.  It’s fun to be busy, and the free lunches are a pretty sweet deal.  Except for the pink hamburgers today.  I’d rather pay for something deep-fried with gravy instead.  At least then I wouldn’t get the cooties.

And mom is working there too.  Which means I am now forced to take a 3 o’clock cookie break cuz she can’t stand all day without some sweets.  Or maybe that is me.  Well. Either way.

So I’m hoping I will be able to update again soon.  I’ll try to anyway.  In the meantime, feel free to send me lots of love and comments.

And p.s.:  My new baby nephew will be born next Friday!  I so excite!!  I think he will be called Liam.  Or Shooter.  Depends on if my brother gets his way.  (Let’s hope not.)

Take care, ya’ll.

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Today, for once, I have a break.  I can blog like the good Lord intended.

So here’s what’s been going on:

I quit my job.  I’m still here through the end of this week, but starting Monday I will be working as an account rep for a hospital.  That means I get to talk to insurance companies for hours on the phone.  Which is really the same as talking to airlines.  They are both irritating as hell.

Now if I can re-train myself to call passengers “patients” instead, we are all good.

The bad part about all this is having to switch Autumn to a different school.  She no likeee that one bit.  Cuz according to her, her and her new boyfriend are getting married, as all 14-year-olds are wont to do.

But not only that, her new school is 4 times as big as her current one.  That means no one will know she’s there and she will eat lunch in a bathroom stall or something.  I mean, that’s what I’d do.  Screw making new friends … let them come to me.

On the upside, I will no longer have to clean sweat off tanning beds or take out trash that people peed in.  Yay!  That makes me so very very happy.  Let someone else handle moist money that comes out of mysterious pockets hopefully not in the front of pants.

In other exciting news, nephew Bristol now says Di Di, which means ME in baby language.  Of course, when he says it he points to himself, but that’s probably just his way of saying how much HE loves his Di Di.  And I’ve yet to hear him say Auntie Kate or anything similar, so that’s what she gets for running off to college and being smart.  Score!  I just knew there was a good reason for me to go to junior college and get a degree in Secretary.

Speaking of Bristol, I have babysat him on my own for two Sundays now, and lemme just say this:  I forgot how to be a mommy.  Cuz I’m pretty sure mommies don’t take 1-year-olds into a mall holding blankies, purses, diaper bags and umbrellas with no freaking stroller.  I swear, just try paying for a Happy Meal while your child is running off behind you to explore a room full of strangers.  Not.  Very.  Cool.

So you better believe it when I paid six bucks to rent a car-shaped buggy for about an hour.  If I wasn’t such an honest person, I would have just ran out to the parking lot with that dang thing.  We’s fell in love, yo.

However awesome the stroller idea was, though, I can’t say I did so hot in the kiddie arcade.  Turns out, trying to stick a baby in a carnie ride with Bozo the Clown, then said baby kicks Bozo in the face and kind of screams a li’l bit … well, let’s just say, please don’t blame me for any future emotional scars.

And last news of the day, my baby sister turned 19 this past Thursday, and we all had a nice family party at … I’m guessing now, the place du jour … The Cracker Barrel.  Katy was not so keen because you can’t get strip-o-grams at the Cracker Barrel.  Although their chicken ‘n dumplings are to die for.

Times up for today.  I have to do some training with my replacement.  Unfortunately I’m not very good, as I’ve been blogging and surfing the internet for about 5 hours now.  And she’s undoubtedly sitting at her desk staring at a wall or something.

More tomorrow, hopefully.

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Allergic reaction

Did I tell you that Brad and I looked at rings about a week ago?  Yeah, he tried one on and everything.   Then he broke out in hives and we had to go.

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Someone’s old

And it sure ain’t me!

Just wanted to give a quick Happy Birthday to my main squeeze, the love of my life, my best friend forever … BRAD.

He’s 31 today, and that means he really and truly is in his 30s now.  Not that he wasn’t before, but that’s the logic I used when I turned 30.  And who wants to argue with that?

(No One.)

So in celebration of the big day, Brad and I are going to go get free money at the casinos.  Because I’m almost certain that after all the losses we’ve incurred since the $900 win awhile back, we are due for a big sweeps.  And a 42 inch flat screen TV.

I did take him out to dinner last night, though.  And seeing that on my birthday we went to the fancy Shebang restaurant out on the lake, I thought it only appropriate to reciprocate the gesture.  Yes, that’s right …

We went to the Cracker Barrel.

Whaaaa… ??

The Shebang don’t serve no country ham and okra.  That’s not my fault.


He also got a free movie and family-size pack of Reese’s Cups all for himself.  So who loves who best, now, yo?  I’m sure you can feel my gloating all the way across cyberspace.  It’s that big.

So, in summary, Brad — have a wonderfully happy birthday filled with all the chocolate, fried okra, and wheel-detailing gift cards you can manage.  And as soon as we win our fortune out at the casino tonight, you can get that TV.

Then spend the rest on me, of course.  Cuz just because it’s your birthday, it doesn’t override the rules.

Love you!

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The Coma Zone

Mama didn’t even know Randy proposed because he asked her to marry him right in the middle of chocolate cake.

And mom was kind of having a sugar-induced black out euphoria sort of thing, and didn’t register anything besides chocolate-y goodness.  And the fact that Randy was down on one knee in front of her, but probably just to retrieve a dropped fork, as who does a proposal during the climax of the meal?

So seriously, how Mama got engaged after that little fiasco is beyond me.

I, on the other hand, would be on my best behavior during a proposal.  Like, I would listen with both ears and everything.  I can’t promise you what my eyes would be doing, as looking for the diamond might be too much of a temptation to control.  But I will know exactly what you said and how you said it, and I’d gladly trade in a piece of chocolate cake for a diamond ring.

However, we may have to negotiate on the mashed potatoes.

So, you know, if there be any proposals in the making by anyone in particular, I’d like him to know I am 100% prepared for anything.  Even if a strip-o-gram is involved.

And my ring size is 7.

Just sayin’.  In case.

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