Judging Pockets Anniversary

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Today marks my 2 year blogging anniversary. Two years have went by quickly!

MidLife Mom over at Home On The Range  gave me 2 Horse Lover Awards awards. Thank you!

MM hails from the Northern part of Country, she is from beautiful Maine. She is undoubtedly one of the kindest, nicest people I have ever met thru blogging. MM is also a fellow horseperson and has her own herd.

What kind of things does 14 yo Bubba carry in his pockets on a Saturday?

2 knives

.22 caliber gun clip

Ipod Touch

cell phone with a $5 bill folded up square inside.

Bubba needs a muzzle because his 14 yo mouth has been running away with itself. I am starting to get really fed up with this teenager crap…..

Woot! I am stocked up on books, good books. 

I have Stephen King’s Duma Key. Nothing like a good King book to get into.

The one and only Nasaw book I read was good, so I checked out The Girls He Adored by Jonathan Nasaw from the library.

Lastly, James Patterson’s Murder Club series I have liked and disliked as well. Some of the books were good reading but the last one was boring, slow moving, and made me feel like I had an attention deficit disorder. Anyhow, I checked out  7th Heaven. I hope it is a good read.

While I was at our closest Wal-Mart (the tiny original kind of WM, not a supercenter), I picked up this book Killing Fear: by  Allison Brennan.

Wee One does not get to drink much soda. His drinks usually consist of orange juice, flavored bottled water, apple juice boxes and juice pouches, a rare diet root beer, and chocolate or vanilla flavored soy milk.

The other day I was busy doing ‘stuff’. I would walk thru the kitchen and take a swig of my diet cherry vanilla Dr.Pepper. I realized it was almost gone. No way did I guzzle a can of pop that quickly.

As I was starting the washing machine, I peeked out the laundry room door and caught Wee One sneaking sips of my pop.

Busted!

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We are off to OKC in the too early morning hours of Saturday.

I have thrown around the idea of staying the night in OKC but we are hauling an extra kid to/fro to The Oklahoma School Of Math and Science. In fact, I am not sure how we even got wrangled into giving him a ride again.

Oh well. I guess I’ll put on my happy face and be cool about it. It is not the kid’s fault. I like this kid in general, he does not seem to be any more of a trouble-maker than Bubba.

I am irritated with a few people/situations in my life right now. I am fixing to lay it all out for them soon. I am just thinking about my approach. (imagine that, ME thinking before opening my mouth).

When I say things, they do not always come out like I intend. I come across as a snotty rude b*tch. Believe me, I am not exaggerating. Anyone who knows me personally will attest. So, the situation has to get really, really bothersome to me before I open my mouth and piss someone off, which is usually the end result.

While I am off on this rant, I do NOT know my way around OKC. I called several hotels in the OKC area.

The hotel, I am guessing that is closest to the school (Oklahoma School of Science and Math) only had 1 double bed per room available, rollaways are $10 apiece.

Wondering if the lack of comfort will be worth staying close to the school, I ask the hotel clerk(who sounds like a 12 yo on the phone) how close the hotel was located to the school.

Clerk answers, “um, I have not a clue. I am from Texas, been here 2 weeks.”

So, I ask, “can you ask someone else there at the hotel who might know this information?”

Clerk,” yeah sure.” I can hear muffled talking, she comes back on the phone, “We cant help you, the only other person here is from Texas too.”

Me, “oh, wow. I appreciate the helpful information.” said in my most sarcastic voice.

The clerk decides to ignore my nasty tone. She says in a cheery voice, “so, can I make you a reservation? Our hotel is really nice. You wont be disappointed.”

Me, “Errr, I’ll call back.” Not really.

grrrrr. I still have not made any hotel reservations. The hotels are quickly filling up. I need an assistant to do this stuff for me!

Hubs says I am just like this judge from The People’s Court. He says we talk, have the same mannerisms, and act just alike, especially while trying to get our point across to people we are irritated with.

Hmmmm.

Does hubs deserve a slap or a hug for that comparison?