I've been tagged!

Thanks to one of my readers/readees I've been tagged to list eight random things about myself. 1.) I hate corn. It’s my kryptonite. I can eat the bottom out of a bag off buttery popcorn. I tolerate added corn to other dishes such as breads or casseroles. I hate corn itself. BLAH. As a child my grandfather had a garden that we were forced, whipped, slaved into had to help him harvest. From cutting it down, shucking it, and silting it, we did this summer after summer after endless summer. I hate corn.

2.) I use to bar tend. Not many people in my current life are privy to my past. While serving in the Marine Corps I moonlighted as a bartender…. in a strip club. I had to wear a full tuxedo minus the coat tails and still made more at the bar than the naked chics grinding on the pole! Not to mention I had quite a bit of information about my superiors from that place so it made my last two years in much easier. One of many lives I’ve lived.

3.) I have a sunglasses fetish. Every store I pass that has sunglasses on display is sure to get my business. At any given time I will have 4-5 pair in my Jeep. What…I need backup!
4.) I watch Sponge Bob and Back To The Barnyard on Nickelodeon. Even when my kids aren’t home!

5.) I make my kids say Yes Ma’am and No Ma’am. It’s a dying discipline in this world, but I firmly believe that when my kids are older they will appreciate it. Any kid that says yes ma’am and no ma’am are aces in my book. It shows respect and manners. Whether they mean or not, they at least know its value.

6.) I love chocolate. Chocolate is my antidote for corn (See #1).

7.) Little People scare me. I’m not prejudiced, just phobic. I have a fear of clowns too so add a clown suit to a little person and I’ll dig my own grave.

8.) I’m a masochist. I work at a job I hate and work harder than everyone around me just to keep it. I know, it’s a sad disease I am trying to find a new job cure for. Chocolate can’t help on this one.

Now...who to send this to?
http://myrandawrites.blogspot.com/
http://ahotmom.blogspot.com/
http://cnewberry.blogspot.com/
http://gamemule.blogspot.com/
http://banavar.blogspot.com/
http://theresefowler.blogspot.com/
http://annieandlo.blogspot.com/
http://whenshesrightshewrites.blogspot.com/

Ok, so the tag rules are as follows: Each player starts with eight random fact/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag eight people and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they have been tagged and to read your blog.

New Store

Signature Iron Designs has moved its showroom and the online store is up and running! I may be biased since this is my big brother's handiwork, but he does a fantastic job! All the designs he has can be customized to suit your needs. My sister-in-law oversees the rest of the business and will make sure you get what you want. I'm ordering a dekravent designed with my flare for the south and culture of Louisiana as the theme. I'll post a picture once it's installed. Enjoy!

Monday: Back to Work

Today is a perfect day for writing the elevator shaft scene...oh wait, I don't have an elevator here! I hate Mondays.

Daytime Drama

Have you ever watched the daytime soaps and realized how easy it is for the characters to be written off the show? Well, I am now applying this method to my day job. I've decided to write people off of this daytime drama, hence the Angel of Death mode I go into when they get on my bad side.

I don't work in a two-story building to push them off of or have an elevator shaft I can throw them down, but I have some other plot twist that will lead them to their own demise. Stay tuned...

I lost an appendage

I lost an appendage today. The cool weather has caused some chaos in my home as the boys (Doug and Nix) like to run wild outside while I have my morning coffee. I took my last sip, called the boys inside and snuggled with Bam, my youngest son, to wake him. My oldest gathered his things and we headed out the door to drop him off at school. I got back to the house, opened the garage door, and low and behold the boys are sitting IN the garage. How the hell did they open the door to get in there?

I shooed them back inside and proceeded to get dressed for work. Out of habit I leave my bedroom slider door open so the boys can do their morning business while I'm getting ready. Only this morning they decided to take off out of the back yard. There's a whole big enough on one side of the fence that they apparently squeezed through to escape. I had Bam inside and couldn't just take off on a chase so I yelled for them. Nothing. I yelled again threatening to leave the TV on day time soaps. Still nothing.

Damn dogs. I finished getting dressed, loaded the Jeep with Bam and all his goodies, and took a drive around the neighborhood to see if I could find them. Nothing. Cursing them under my breath and praying they were okay, I went by the house to see if they came back. Opening the garage I saw them sitting there, tongues hanging out, tails wagging--well, Nixon's tail at least. How the hell did they get back in?! Whatever, they were home and I had half a mind to lock them both in the pokey. That's the cage we had for Doug as a pup when he would try to eat his way out of the house. Now they use it as a safe haven from me when they do things like this morning.

Securing the two heathens inside-no, I didn't lock them up-I headed back out to get my day started. I dropped Bam off at his grandma's, stopped for gas, and reached for my cell phone to check messages. No phone. My hand searched every nook and cranny of my purse, Jeep, and pockets. No phone. I was already 7 minutes late and didn't have a valid excuse to run back home to get it. As soon as I reached my office, I called to check my messages, logged on to VZ to see if I had any texts, and called my husband to let him know I was without my convenient connection to life today. It's sad how easily I have become attached to such a small piece of technology. My hand is twitching and I keep looking in my purse thinking it's there, but other than that I'm coping.