~ HerdinKittys ~

Annabella's Perspective

Every once in awhile I set Annabella loose with our camera - kind of a crazed art project which produces many a picture of the toilet and yet there are a few ........

Samantha, as seen by her big sis:

                                  

The Penguin humidifier that later suffered a terrible fate at the hands of hk:

                                   

Her father sleeping (and yes, he is going to bitch me out for posting that pic but it truly is so worth it):

                           

There are a few hundred pictures of her toes, my toes, her sister's nostrils and her father's head that are so close up you can get a medical degree just by observing them.  Delete,delete,delete

Two and a half

There aren't any cute pictures, none that exemplify my feelings and certainly none in my very own arsenal of baby cuteness.  Not tonight - not with this mood.

There comes a point when you have to say that a mild case of sympathy is okay but to empathize to the point of making yourself ill is not healthy.  Not healthy and not conducisive for a good nights sleep.

But there's a girl - This girl. I don't know what she looked like and quite frankly I am not sure I could handle the knowing.  She was two and half and at two and half I do believe it's fair to say she was quite innocent.  At two and half years old you have the whole world ahead of you being that one) you did not ask to come to be on this planet and two) now that you are here, it would seem only normal to at least ask for a fair shake.

It seems that fair shakes are fewer and farther between these days.  Two and half is all she was allowed and now we sit and watch and wait to see if the people who do what they do can at least give your little soul some rest. 

I'm so incredibly, awfully, heart wrenchingly, sorry sweetie.  I am so so sorry.  There just aren't enough tears.  I didn't know you just like I don't know all the other mistreated little victims left in the hands of so many incompetent, scarred and scared adults.  Sorry that you had to know at two and half that we are, in fact, animals capable of horrible and unspeakable things.  Sorry that this doesn't do you justice.  Sorry that I won't be able to follow your story because when I am done typing and go look in on my two little ones - I don't want to think of what the world can do to them. 

I hope you were loved.  I hope you are loved now, wherever you may be, more than all the light in all the world times this big.

Just In....Rapture Cancelled Due to Poor Ratings

                                                 

Overheard at our Thanksgiving table, or rather not ours but the one at which we ate because ours was back home and we were not there and....ya know - I just ...I heard it okay.

"I finished typing up the church bulletin with the usual ending of 'Jesus Reigns' and didn't think anything about it until Sunday when the Pastor made a special announcement."

"oh boy."

"Yes, he informed the congregation that despite what the bulletin stated Jesus had not, in fact, resigned."

Weekend Love and Kisses

                     Loverboy ~ eat your heart out

                            

As always, stay safe and have a wonderful weekend and most importantly, try not to have any collisions of the scary kind........only with the ones you love

                            

                                             

So - Earls home, the wedding of the sweet cousin is done, the sisters have all gone home, and it's time for life to get back to normal.  Whatever normal is. 

With that, I'll ease back in short and sweet with a little tale Earl graced me with last night, all snuggled in bed.  Noooooo, it's not one of those stories.  It's one that I'm telling with A Lot of blanks to protect the innocent.  One of the few boat stories I'll write about.... and fwiw - earl's part should be read with a touch of humility, cause he damn sure wasn't all that proud of it.

"Okay, so I said something today that was .......pfffewww.....it was kinda - I dunno"

"Oh boy.  What d'ya say? "

"Okay, so there's this guy who's really big   *by perspective, Earl is 6'2 and built, so this guy must be pretty large*   and he's  _____,  and he wears _____, and his ____ is ____ and he's a pretty decent guy.  But he's Huge"

"uh oh.  big, okay, what d'ya say?"

"We were standing _____ and I smelled something and it's, I dunno, and said, 'Who is that?  _______ is that you?' and he turns around like huh?  So I tell him he smells like a whore"

yeah, he said it.  lovely.

"He's still looking at me like huh? and I tell him again 'You smellllll like a Whore' and he kinda goes 'oh yeah, I ran outta bath soap so I used my wife's body wash'"

"oh.my.god."

"I knowwwww, I know, but he did - he smelled like a whore.  I just dunno..."

"Did he get it, that you weren't calling his wife a whore"  *oh please say yes, he totally understood in that guy way *

"hmmmmmmm - I dunno.....maybe, who knows"

"oh.my.god.  So hun, have you called anybody elses wife a whore lately?"

"Funny"

~ 4 Years ~

                                      Happy Anniversary

                                      November 9,2002

                                       

Earl's email has been sent out and while I'd like to say I was upset....I'm not

I love him now deployed just as much as I do when he's here with me, curled up on the couch

I'll be keeping that email private so heres the list......a few things spilled out in an easy little list     

                       VERY LONG    You've BEEN WARNED

- We met at a bar, not at the base

- My sister was with me and although I thought he was sexy, I pushed my sister in his direction

- He helped my mother and sister move and I fell for him right then and there....and didn't do a thing about it out of respect for my sister

- We finally went for a date after weeks of talking on the phone, me saying no, and finally asking my sister if it was okay.......she by the way had stopped keeping in touch with him. 

- Our first date was to the Yorktown beach - in his Jeep - playing The Flys "Got you where I Want You"

-I do not remember our first kiss, he does.  I've been told it was in front of his townhome.  I will never be allowed to live this down.

-I would not find out for two years that he didn't make any "wayward" advances because he thought I was respectable and on the innocent side

-I desperately wanted to go home with him but was trying sooo hard to come out of my ho phase. 

-He had just recently been divorced from his wife, as in only a month or so gone by, when we saw him that night at the bar.

-being Just Friends, he would stop by my workplace during the day and smoke with me (convenient that he was sub and I worked at the sub fire trainer)

-I was occasionally included in the speech given to the students at the fire trainer...1. didn't know this until I'd been there for years    and   2.  this would damage our relationship

-He stopped talking to me and  started hanging around his roommate and their good girl friend whom I became insanely jealous of.  Not proud of that last part.

-Upon seeing yet another female friend of theirs and her friend from wherever the fuck "I'll hit on the guy you're crushing on and shove it in your face" is      ahem.....I confronted him at the bar we were in.  She wanted to go home with him.   I had had enough.  Why the fuck hadn't he called, talked to me for so many months  (well over 6)

-After reacquainting and many, many shots on my part.......he explained why

- Seems in one of the classroom speeches given to a class off of the sub he was stationed, one of the students misinterpreted what the instructor said....this student just happened to be very good friends with Earl

-the instructor had explained to this particular class who I was and that there was one and only one guy from their boat to whom I talked.  Everyone else was to just leave me be.

-Friend heard "there is one and only one guy from the boat to whom she doesn't want to talk to or have anything to do with"

-I went home with Earl that night.......that was September.......right before 9/11

-He broke up with me two months later.   I was devastated for two weeks after which I got dressed up, went to the bar he was bartending and told him "No, we are not done"

-Dating again.  He transferred, we dated over the phone, he came down Memorial Day weekend and broke up with me again

-That was Sunday morning....I told him to stay for the day and spend one last day together.  I had had enough. 

-That night, after spending an amazing day together/an evening with his ex and her partner.....he smoked forever, came to bed, and proposed.

-We told these people in order........my sister/roommate, his ex and her partner,my mother and aunt.  My father got left out of the loop for a day or two to formalize an appropriate proposal for ...my father.

I love you bear as much as that night I saw you.....sad but incredibly handsome.  I am proud to call you my husband.  I'm proud to have been the one allowed to pin your anchors on. 

I meant what I said in that email...........you won't ever walk off that boat and not have me.

My heart will be with you out wherever they put you and right here, snuggled in our bed.

Always and Forever in Sickness and Health with Coffee in the Morning just like you vowed.

Rachel

Lazy kinda Day...and Boogies

                                 

   Grrrrrrrrrrr.....Gritting teeth

I can not get the new Nemesis song out of my head.

Other than that....it is just boring around here.  The bebes are sick and grouchy and I just put their tiny bebe hinies in bed to hopefully help fight the plague off.  I've wiped so many boogies I'm worried the girls have no brains....just snot.

Still can't get that damn song out of my head and they just showed the video on LOGO so I'm really screwed now.

Okay, question.........Road Runner or Coyote?

*my girls have been watching some interesting cartoons lately which made me reminisce*

Myself - I'm a Coyote gal.  Always have been since sitting down in front of my little bitty b/w TV.     I tend to think that the Road Runner was an ass who, despite the fact that if he stopped he'd get eaten, was cruel and really super annoying.

The Coyote just wanted to eat.  Nothing wrong with that.

                                          

Deep breaths and finally the universe granted me a straw to grasp after two days of frantic, obsessive checking and double checking.  I am relieved to get my wish for communication and am even happier to find that no, I am not crazy and yes, my husband is still the guy who gives a flip.  Let's just say that there's some out of order communication between the two of us.  It's not the ususal stuff people would go woo hoo over but hey, I'm relieved.

In other news we voted.  The girls and I trucked it on down to the local elementary school and did our duty.  The girls, mmmmmmm big hugs and kisses spectacular type good today.  We then went down to the local shopping warehouse and bought them some really super adorable pjs that were Annabella approved.  It goes something like this:

hk:  Okay, this is your size turkey monster    *eye ball the elder herself*    Do you want bhluee with fireworks or pink with poodles?

elder:  No. Nooo. No        *vigourus head shaking*

hk:  All righty, how about.......

elder: dat one.

hk: this blue one?  the one I just showed you.  Or the pink one?

elder: dat one. Nooooo. no. dat         *head shaking  and pointing to - who knows*

hk:    *mumbling something about how this is just ridiculous*        Okay. Annabella.  Which one baby because mommy is a glutton for punishment and is being a giant turkey monster by wanting you to help her choose so pleeasse....

elder:     *gleam in her eye and with some determination because for gawds sake woman, I pointed to the one I wanted*   Dat one, Dat one, Dat mhmmm. 

Blue won.  Anyone have a bell to ring because I'm almost house broken.

Toothbrushes du jour are.....Spiderman(TM) and Superman(TM)

Bubblebath.....Scooby Doo(TM)

The elder wanted everything truck and car related.  I swear I heard Samantha's eyes rolling.

                                         

             

                                                    

                                       

EMail!  EMAil!  EMaiL damnit!     Dear Earl:   EMail goddamnidfreekingEMaiL

I Do Not Care that you are on a boat

That communication is limited and we're lucky to have it

That is Rational.  Fuck rational.

We've talked Every Day (even if only via phone) for close to 4 yrs (Nov. 9 )

I haven't gotten an email from you in 3 days......Goddaminid!   Rational - phhhhfffft

Oh yeah and Earl - when I email you about my sprained finger via throwing a towel across the room instead of tossing the kids out the window because I love them and don't want to be your bebes mama in jail.......Do NOT respond and ignore my entire message only to comment about wanting to see my ta taas in my new red corset

I don't want to talk to you about Schtooping and the various means of...I want some goddamnid validation.  I am.....a big baby.  Acknowledge.  Send that fucker via a dolphins ass - I don't care.

Am I cooled off now after this rant?  Fuck NO.   I just checked the inbox for the millionth time and - (insert Cartman's voice because YES I am that livid) - No Fucking Email.

I'm going to bed.  I will be dreaming of when you get home and sit down to read this blog like you said you would and the look you will shoot me when you read this post.

The look I'm shooting/ your getting right now?  Yeah, TaKe it!  EMAIL!   Goddamnid!

V.O.T.E please

                                                    

Registered?Don't know where to vote?Polling hours?   That link will help you out.  It's www.canivote.org. Know it,Use it,Love it.

Ohhhh lawd, she's one of those.   The voting kind that want others to vote - intelligently, eh rather, informed - and makes a big production of it and people just shake their heads and mumble their 'oh god's.  I know, people like myself are big giant pains in the ass.  TaKe It!  Seriously.  A lot of decent, and some really not so decent, individuals sacrificed a hell of a lot to ensure Americans the privilege to vote. 

Do I think that my itty single vote is going to change the world and effect all that is corrupt in my area....um, no.  I'm naive, not stupid.  However, it still feels incredibly rewarding.  Every time I go to vote, me and my hoo haa and ta tas, all of me from tip to top gets a real kick outta knowing that all of me from tip to top is AlloWeD to place that ballot where it needs to go.

I have the Privilege to do so.

Even if Sparky from po dunk back alley No mans land gets elected, at least I had a small, eeny , minute part in the whole game.

Annabella went with me to vote in the last presidential election.  I wanted to take a picture of her all wrapped up in her car seat in the voting booth but I forgot the camera.  Who knows if they even allow that sort of thing...I'm just saying.  The kid helped me vote.  I stick by this.

Bebes will be right there with me tomorrow.

And they'll know that no matter what, they can do the same when they're old enough. 

BooYah!!!!