Thursday, September 30, 2010

Al-Qaeda don't have shit on this....



I am living with a terrorist! How can something this sweet.....









do something like this?




Dazy the Shredder










See this shoe? The baby shoe my mom
saved for me in case I had a daughter.
Which I didn't....but still!













Well, the match to it, now looks like this!






A terrorist, I tell you!
Don't be fooled....she isn't really sleeping.
Just waiting for me to leave the house so
she can wreak her terroristic havoc on me!


(Is she laughing?  Is that her tongue sticking out?)





And while we're on the subject of terrorists......may I present to you the man that is teaching the men and women who will protect us from terrorists - Mr. Homeland Security 2010!  Yes, Ward started his new career.  Life is good!



Sorry, I can't show a view of him from the front.  You know, because he works for the feds and all.....
but trust me, he looked so cute in his little uniform! 
(Don't pay attention to the overgrown bush, Ward has been busy.  He'll be trimming that this weekend.)



Now where is may glass?




PS Yes, Susan, I am the one that takes the last box!!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Happy Friday

See you next week!  Here's hoping it is better than this week was!
What am I saying?  IT WILL BE!  Ward starts his new job on Monday!
I may have to take a sick know, to recuperate....
You bring the wine, k?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Uh oh!

Looks like I accidentally changed my blog theme.  I was "trying on" themes.  You know? Trying to find one that didn't make my blog look fat.  But I decided I didn't like any of them.  Especially this one.  So, I left the page.  It told me that if I navigated away from the page, my changes wouldn't be saved.  Well liar, liar - pants on fire!  I came back to comment on Kat's comment about 5 years of college - 5!!!!, we'll go into that later - and WTH my blog is pink! W.T.H!  And I can't get my old one back.  Pffft! 

Guess that's what I get for blogging instead of working.  Karma!  Dontchya love it!

That's the last time I tap into the vino before work!  (just kiddin'!  damn you people need to get a sense of humor)

PS  Kat, really?  5 years?  That puts Beaver and Wally in college - at the same time - for two years instead of one!  How come no one told me this when I was whining about taking Wally for his first year of college.  I thought you guys were my friends!  Oh dear Greatoneinthesky!  I think I am gonna lose it! Ward, we're gonna have to adjust the budget.....again.  Sonofa.....

PPS BTW, my fellow bloggers and commenters - I now have comments forwarded to my hotmail account (you know because I get inundated with so many comments throughout the day), which is sent to my handeddowncrackberry.  Which means I get your comments **instantly** - AT WORK.  So, as a hint, if you are going to post a comment that is going to send me a 'lil too close to the edge, could you wait until after 5?  Hmmm?  So, I at least have access to some fermented grapes!

PPPS Does this theme make my blog look fat?

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Major 101

So, Wally's sophomore year of college is underway.  The time to drop/add classes has passed.  As of right now he's in the college of engineering and technology.  Going to get a degree in engineering. As of right now.  I say "as of right now" because as of today, that could change.  He emailed me today......

Just to let you know i've been seriously considering switching my major to something having to do with
health and nutrition that would maybe lead to a career
implementing this with children.

My mind begins to race when I read this.  I try to keep calm.  Try to remember that when we went to orientation they told us - on average - a college student changes their major 6 times.  I DO remember thinking, "Not my Wally".  So I am trying to keep calm, trying not to pick up the phone and call his advisor and tell him Wally's Mother - the one that writes the checks - does not want, under any circumstances, for him to change majors.  But of course, I am his mother and he is 19.  Which means that even though I gave birth to child and write the checks, the advisors don't listen to me.  In fact, due to privacy, they won't even talk to me....

But, given the fact that I am Wally's Mom, and calm is nowhere in my vocabulary, I start to think:
The what?  The who?  You wanna a degree in what?  What the hell are we talking about here?  You want to be a doctor?  What the heck is a degree in health and nutrition?  I appreciate the fact that you used the word "implementing", but what do you really mean?  What the hell are you thinking son?  If you change majors now, how are you going to get all of your classes in?  Good God, you aren't going to be one of those career college students, are you?  I mean, I know I said find something you love - but what I really meant was find something that pays you well enough so I don't have to support you the rest of your life.....even though I love you with all of my heart! 

We've already established the fact that I am not college educated.  I wish I were.  So, having only attended one semester (one semester that I had to pay my dad back for because I failed my classes after I met and fell in love with Ward) I'm not sure how all of this works.  Of course, I don't want to just call my son and ask him what the hell is he me out here.  Help me out you college educated people.  If he changes majors now, can he still complete his degree in four years - as opposed to 16?  Hmmm?  Help?  And really, how do you talk a 19 year old out of a degree in health and nutrition?  And help me out one more time...I know what an engineering degree can be used for.  But what exactly is he going to use a degree in Health & Nutrition for?  Hmmmm?

And in the meantime, pass me a glass.  I think I'm going to need one.....or two.....

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

We now return to our regularly scheduled program....

Ward is heading back to work.  Can I get a collaborative "Allelujah!" "Thank you Jesus" "Wahoo" "Cheers"!  Things will be getting back to "normal" in the Cleaver household and I can go back to whining about how close to the edge these housemates of mine push me!  Wahoo!


I have to say, 2010 will pretty much go down as the year that sucked - only to be trumped by the year 2006, oh and 2003...the year I lost my Mom.  I guess when you look back over it all....there's always humps and hurdles to go over.  And for the most part, after going through 2003, 2006 and 2010, I can handle those hurdles.  It's running into the brick walls that hurts so damned much.  I'm ready for the brick walls to be torn down.  I'm ready to get past the point where I end up on an episode of "Snapped!" for taking out the mayor and entire city council! Ready for the rollercoaster ride of mayhem that is my life to start back up.  I'M SO READY!


So.....this is Ward's last week of "early retirement".  Next week he will become an instructor for The$$Department$$of$$Homeland$$Security.  (Translation - we pay big bucks for you teach people to protect our borders, people on flights and the security of our nation; thereby allowing you to keep your wife in a constant supply of her favorite boxed vino! insert photo of June smiling here!)


But, before we go back to work....we're headed for a **carefree** weekend with 7 other couples to the annual motorcycle rally.  That's right!  8 couples+2 condos+16 different personalities-June's patience for people who can't seem to show up on time or contribute to planning a meal=lots of blogworthy material! Bring it on! We're leaving Friday.  Say a little prayer that yours truly, with her new sense of "I can handle life - don't sweat the small stuff", will not blow her top and leave The Princess behind when she doesn't arrive ON time to leave at the SCHEDULED time that we all agreed to! K? Now where did I put that box.......

Lovin' life again,

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Oh Happy Day!


Guess what?  Go ahead...guess!  Yup, you guessed it!  How did you know?  Oh, Facebook! Isn't it exciting?  I am soooooooo excited.  And relieved.  And I can breathe now. Things are starting to look up for the Cleaver family. 


Now, would one of you come remove the I.V. of Franzia that I've had connected to me since May?  I don't think I'll be needing it anymore.  At least not until the next wave of hiccups hits the Cleaver household!