Happy Birthday CndTurtl!!!!

On New Years Eve the Oldest Waterboy.. who hates the water by the way.. turned 18. Since he is now 18 I won't call him Oldest Waterboy anymore and just call him the CndTurtl which says exactly what it looks like it says.. CANNED TURTLE. It's his gaming name (for you redneck chicks like me that would be a cb handle but for gaming not cb's)

So for his birthday he decided he wanted to get his buddies together and have a gaming party.


This is what it looks like when about a quarter of the stuff is set up (I don't have a picture of all of it but lets just say I was concerned that the lights were going to go out in town.. they didn't thank goodness). Even Baby Waterboy and Little T aka her kid were included in the warfare gaming.

This is what one of the things I brought him looked like after being in his hands for 60 seconds.. the CndTurtl happens to LOVE chocolate... (look to your right you will see where the name came from)

I HAVE TO SAY THIS.... I am beyond proud of this kid.. he is amazing and sweet and smart and kind and doesn't take after me at all and cute and works hard and ready to take on the world and ... and... and... and.... (I could keep doing ANDS on this kid forever but I will spare the blogsphere but you get the point) AND I love him to pieces!!!!

Even if he was the one that taught Baby Waterboy THIS!!!!!!!!

I love you Bud!

It is cold around these parts....

and by parts I mean 2/3rds of the country according to Al. I love Al... Al is great... quite honestly the funniest weatherman ever. Unless of course we discuss his predecessor Willard who was just as if not funnier .. oh crap random rambling again...

Ok.. so you see the picture up there.. that is not beach foam which I find to be gross by the way.. that there be ICE solid enough to walk on... Harper's Creek where the light house thingimebob is. Which means we are talking salt water which in case you didn't know is harder to freeze than unsalted water (why I don't know but according to the Waterman it is and quite honestly it is too cold to even bother googling it and I really don't care) The ice does extend quite a ways from the shore which is not something that happens frequently. Makes me wonder how cold of a winter we are going to have...

There was ice formed in other places ...
...such as at the mouth of the creek where SOME PEOPLE have to go through to get to work; mainly the Waterman and his counter parts. Yesterday he took the fiber glass boat out there and broke it up so that he could go to work today, this morning he went and broke the ice out from around the boats farther up the creek so those boys could get out as well. Nice isn't he? But now they are out there in the bay working and as long as they do not call me to report they can't get back IN the creek and someone needs to go out there and break it up all will be well.

I guess what I am trying to say is... IT IS FRIGGIN COLD! So.. SCREW IT.. I think I will go hang out with these two as much as I can this winter, drink wine, laugh uncontrollably and just stay warm!



Anyone wanna join me???

SMACK!!!!!!

And it is Monday...



I have been trying or at least saying I was going to post this picture for months now... many many months like since Blogfest (I know this cause that is where I took it) Either way I knew I would find the perfect time to post and today was it.. see that ball that Kitty Litter's boy has aimed directly at the paparazzi camera? Well that is what my alarm clock looked like this morning as it was hurtling it's way towards my head in full scream that Monday had arrived and that vacation was now over and there were grumpy sleepy children to yank of the bed by their toes (I enjoy that part actually I mean if I have to be awake and grumpy I may as well not be alone right?)

What I would not give for just 36 more hours of sleep.....

Today I begin some new journeys though.. one of new job opportunities, healthier livestyle, and well healthier attitude. Accept those things that you just can't change and shit and I am learning there is a LOT OF SHIT I just can't change no matter how hard I do try. New attitude.. screw it.
Kids don't want to shower... screw it... Husband leaves a mess ... screw it..... work needs you to work 89 hours THIS WEEK ... screw it.

On the flip side of all of this is... If I don't wanna wash your clothes... screw it. If I don't wanna fix your dinner... screw it.. If I don't wanna beg and plead with you to shower, pick up your mess do your homework, take out the trash, feed the cat, brush your teeth.. SCREW IT.

Should be an interesting year here for the Waterpeople... (yes we are still water people.. you can take the blog away from the water but you can't take the water out of the blog people.. or something like that)

Now who's making the coffee????


Side Note: No paparazzi camera's or small children were harmed during the making of this post.

Silent Sunday....

Only I am not feeling silent.. I am feeling more like this little shoe.



Why is it after deciding what we are going to write about and lay it all out in our heads that WHAM SOMETHING comes along and sucks those words right away?

I think today it was the realization that today .. toDAY... TODAY.. the next 22 hours 17 minutes and 10 seconds is all that is left of my vacation! School and work again tomorrow... that grind stone thing and all. It also happens to be the last 22 hours 16 minutes and 45 seconds that I am going to eat like my ass isn't the size of of the good year blimp but that I am rather looking forward to. I have goals for June 2010... not resolutions cause I always resolve not to compelte those.. GOALS.

Ramble Ramble Ramble...



Yea I know what the hell does a tiny little baby shoe have to do with any of this, right?? Well I will tell you .. nothing. Not a thing in the world other than that little shoe is sitting there all dirty, scared, cold, alone, tossed aside, and a little mildewy.. and I seriously wish someone would come along dust me off, set me up right, find my mate and maybe put us beside a heater. (the mildewy part doesn't apply)

Side Note: This little shoe is brought to you by the Halloween spooky stories that got sucked out of me.... it was too sad to just leave sitting there... it needed a home.

So much for that silent thing.
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The end of this....

I moved! to HERE!

My new home...

I know the two people who read this some of you are sitting there going ok this LOOKS the same why has she moved.. why is the other one shut down .. I don't understand.. I am confused... all very good things to be thinking, wondering, feeling, and I will in fact answer those questions. And if I don't PLEASE leave a comment and I will try to answer anything I missed as well...

1. It LOOKS the same because I just a few minutes ago threw Photoshop out the window and gave up recreating a background with the photo I WANTED to use on my new blog. Have I mentioned I HATE Photoshop??? It is a mutual feeling it HATES me too. So we are stuck with the lighthouse and the water.. sigh. At least until I drink a bottle or two of wine and figure out what it is that I am doing wrong while sober. Yes it is after 11 and I have not opened a bottle of wine yet... Some days are just like that, don't get me wrong I wanted to pop the cork at 9:30 am about 2 minutes after I woke up but I didn't.

2. But what you will see is different is the name. That was the whole reason for a change so the lighthouse thing is just meerly an annoyance not a huge issue. (I will get back to that light house in a minute and tell you why it is annoying but for now the name) I was having a hard time writing on a blog with the name of The life of a Waterman's Wife I felt that there was some expectation of what it really is like to be married to this man and I am sorry but I would prefer not to emotionally vomit on the blogsphere, I felt there was some expectation of writing something about the water which I just don't feel like doing all the time, I just felt like I didn't belong there I suppose that is the bottom line. The waterman's wife did not describe me and it deminished me to being someones something... I am sick and damned tired of being someone something.. all my life I have been So and So's daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother... (not that I don't love most of the So and So's .. some could in fact get lost and I be ok with it but that is another story for another day) anyhoo back to sick and tired.... I refuse.. SIMPLY REFUSE to be anything other than me.. Ann Marie.. Re if you please (please do I like that one best). So you see the blog thewatermanswife had to VAMOOSE... and it did and now you will find yourself here in the world of Hillbilly Gothic.

It is not lost on me that there is a book with the same title about postpartum depression, however, this blog is not about that unless PPD can last 18 years I don't think that is my problem I think my problem is that I am simply crazy. My version of Hillbilly Gothic is a bit different than discussing and defining depression in some back woods West Virigina town.. mine is about me... all about me. I could have named it Redneck Gothic but that just isn't nearly as catching I don't think and the title just describes the very vast and wide range of situations that I find myself in.. So just roll with it ok..

The lighthouse... while I love that structure and would do just about anything to get the perfect shot of it (some say I have already suceeded) I just can't bare looking at it right now. That light house was in fact built and kept by one of my ancestors and watching it now and seeing the lean and the need of repair is just more than my swiss cheese brain can deal with at the moment.. there are just too many parrells with my life but well.. I have decided I just won't LOOK at my blog so that should help.

I do realize I have rambled on a bit and that is nothing really new for me and I don't think that will be left behind because random rambling is what I do best. I am going to close by introducing you to me...

Meet Me...Ann Marie.. Re...