One small step to most..

One gigantic friggin leap to ME!

I did it .. I finally hit the send button on my college application. Yes I put it off until the very very very last minute. Out of fear no doubt, but what is done is done.

Later today my counselor called me and we worked through some of the technicalites and decided what path I needed to start on.. you know the blah blah blahs. Then she hits me with the bomb shell.. I have to take a placement test.

Umm excuse me WHAT?? I graduated from my previous school with a 4.0 but that doesn't matter.

I have a fear of test.. I will panic ever minute from now until Friday. I took the prep test and got 100% on the Math.. the English I didn't do so well on. Grammar.. I know nothing about Grammar! Who knew?

Any of you who reads this blog.. that is who knew!!!

My major issue right now is there is nothing to study! NOTHING. IF there were I would study until I knew each and ever scenario backwards and forwards. That is just how I am.. and probably got a 4.0 previously.. Well that and the fact that I learned how to raise 3 kids, hold down a job, go to school full time, and sleep only about 8 hours a week!

When I was in school before bets were placed on the number of hours I would get in a week.

Now I have to learn how to raise one 9 year old, work a stressful full time job, raise a four legged baby, be a wife, and figure out how I can do all of this and get some sleep.. why because I am OLD NOW. I don't think I can do the no sleep thing again. I like it too much.

Wait I have an idea.. I will figure out how much time I spend eating now and use that as sleep time.. maybe I will lose weight while doing this!

Some one tell me to shut up before I scare the pants off myself!!

Here is the deal

Yesterday was a very long day.. for reasons I would just as soon not get into. Partly my fault partly others but it does not matter I am home, healthy and happy.

But to explain why this post is so short.. I have major cobwebs in my head.. why you ask.. I am just now drinking my normal 6 am cup of coffee.. why because I didn't have time to go to the store yesterday... I should have MADE time. Even if I had to go to the grocery store in NC..

Aloe Vera.. umm no thank you!!!

Aloe.. GREAT idea! It was also a great idea when someone advised me of just that about 20 years ago after I had spent a week at the beach and I looked literally like a lobster. I smeared the cool green gel over my very tender burnt areas (at the time I could wear a very small bathing suit so there were A LOT of areas that needed attention) I lay down to hopefully get some sleep. Wake up a few hours later feeling not quite right.. something is wrong.. something is VERY VERY WRONG.. I am blind.. I can't see.. I CAN'T F'ING SEE ANYTHING.. Wait.. I can't scream either.. I am trying to talk and nothing is coming out in words.. it is mumummmuuummmuumm and that is it..
Oh I can hear so I haven't lost everything.. In my banging around to figure out why I can't talk or see.. wait my hands don't feel right.. I can't move my hands right.. ew and what is that I am standing on?? It feels like some kind of gel .. what the heck is that??? Oh I can't see it..
Then all of a sudden I hear OH MY GOD.. HENRY!!!!

Remember Henry is Joe's name right who at the time was known to me as Daddy..

Seconds later from him rummaging around and from my mother again... WHAT ... WHAT.. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER???
Joe... I dunno...
Mother... her face.. it is OH MY GOD.. and it is GREEN!
Joe... I don't know what that is.. give her a bag of ice..

Which turned out to be a plastic glove filled with ice but it did get the swelling to go down in my eyes enough that I could see a tiny bit. My lips finally went down enough I could mumble some and it took my hands and feet at least a week to get back to normal.

The weirdest thing is .. I had a friend with me at the beach.. after all my rummaging around she stirred and got up and we went through the same monologue with her!!!!

We were BOTH severely allergic to aloe!!!
The scariest yet good part was when we were in the store buying this Aloe stuff the girl tired to push bottles of Aloe Tea on us.. saying that it would help cool us from the inside out.. we both thought it sounded gross and did not give it a second glance. We could have probably went into some major reaction with that.

So my lovely ever helpful friend.. I will keep the itchy ta ta's!!!

Before I wake up with a concussion..

Somebody PLEASE tell me that you have some sort of suggestion.

My dear sweet wonderful Waterman is an involuntary wife beater! Ok before you have heart failure.. KEEP READING! Like I said it is involuntary as well as unconscious.. he is dead to the world asleep when it happens and unfortunately so am I! He has crazy arms.. it isn't like he is swinging it is more like they are flopping, and you guys have seen him.. he isn't exactly a weakling.. he has really strong arms and hands, it is one of the things I love so much about him. In his defense he has sleep apenea which the doctor has yet to set up his appointment for (reminder to self.. call them again for the third time on Tuesday) and he moves around a lot in his sleep which normally I can sleep right through unless of course I get the right hook to the back of the head.. or the jab to the side.. or the flop to the nose.

Before you suggest a bigger bed.. we are in the biggest king size bed you can possibly buy unless we have one custom made and if I go that far I am going to have them build a wall in the middle. And please do not suggest separate beds.. one of my greatest joys is waking up with this man in the morning and hearing him say "Good Morning Sweetheart" or something to that effect. I mean seriously the world of separate twin beds for the husband and wife went out the window with Fred and Wilma Flintstone in the early 70's. Did you know they were the first couple to be seen on TV in a double bed together at the same time? Useless Knowledge .. one of my wonderful qualities that most people HATE. John Belushi was the first person to say .. umm.. (since I think at least one of my children reads this) uumm eerr.. the F word on TV .. he was doing a Samaria Guy skit on Saturday Night Live.. See Useless Knowledge. What was I talking about again?

Oh yea.. my husband's floppy arm.. there has to be an answer short of hog tying him. He suggested me tying his hands together but I figure if I do that then he is just going to flop BOTH of them on me. One is enough thank you very much. I am really at a loss. The thing about is he feels very bad about it and I know it isn't his fault .. but DAMN IT HURTS.

Just a quick PSA

For those of you that miss me and I know who you are.. I am just spending some quality time with the Waterman. The little dude has taken off for the night to spend some time with his best buddy, so that leaves the Waterman and myself to a night and day of kidlessness. Oh what shall we do with ourselves??

Seriously though going on a boat trip tomorrow to the Eastern Shore.. Taking the camera so when we get back there will be pictures.

Have a great Memorial Day everyone!!!

PS.. Ann Marie IS my real given name..

I love Joe!

This is Joe.



Isn't Joe handsome??


I have loved Joe since the day I was born. He protected me from the big bad things in the world and was my super hero. He has bailed me out of jail, he chased off a bad boy or two.. maybe three, he loved me even when he couldn't like me very much, he taught me to ride a bike, throw a base ball like a boy, start a go cart (granted he broke my nose while trying to do so), he taught me how to be me and not what everyone (erhmm my mother) wanted me to be. I could keep up with this list forever but I won't bore you.

Joe bought me this today. I see many many grilled things in my future. Thanks Joe!!!

Joe hasn't always been Joe to me, for the first 33 years of my life he was just Daddy.

I think I have finally lost my mind..

My dreams.. I can't take them anymore. They aren't really scary just weird and they are starting to get to me.

I am not someone who has ever looked into what my dreams mean or what I am trying to tell myself but this is getting out of hand. To be honest I do not even know where to begin to analyze what is going on in my gray matter as I snooze.

One I can pretty much figure out. It was easy actually. Binky got pregnant, and when I took her to the vet she was pregnant alright with 13 mix breeds they were going to have to abort. (keep in mind Binky is all of 3 lbs she couldn't handle 13 of anything inside of her) Well I understood all of this and told the vet I would do anything to save my Binky that the money from 13 pups was not worth it. That is when he told me that they were mix breeds and I couldn't sell them anyway. Enter weird part of dream, she was pregnant with 3 books, 2 coffee cups, and 8 other inanimate objects. I remember the books and coffee most simply because those are two of my addictions and I was thinking that it was all my fault!

If you don't think I am addicted to books since Monday afternoon I have read two novels and I am starting on the third.. Yes you counted right that is a novel a day. As for the coffee I never am without coffee. EVER.

I figure that was my brains way of telling me that I am spending too much time with these things and not enough time with real life, the problem to me is that IS real life.

I also have dreamt that I was pregnant NOT EVEN POSSIBLE PEOPLE and that someone I used to be close to was pregnant, in a way you could say she is part of the family, kinda. What is up with all this pregnancy dreaming!! I know that pregnancy does not mean pregnancy in your dreams but I have NO idea what it means.

This past weekend I had to get up and go outside to the garage to make sure that the Waterman was really out there because repeatedly people kept coming in the house telling me he wasn't there, or he had left, or he wasn't where I thought he was, this was all in a dream and granted he was right where I left him when I found him, it was still weird!

This morning was what put the icing on the cake. A friend that passed away 2 years ago or so came to see me this morning. Which is fine.. I suppose.. but when you tell me that you are coming back to visit with my 9 year old after he gets home from school today I am not so sure it is fine anymore!!! No no no.. GO AWAY.. Take your note you have in your hand that allows you to see him and go back to where ever you came from! You are NOT visiting with my son.. even if your note says that you are now his new dad GO AWAY!!!

I did not say any of those things in my dream but I was still thinking them. What I did say was today was not a good day in a very shaky voice and walked back into my house and woke up.

It is now 7 am.. and I need a drink.