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29
Dec
09

PMS is a bitch Random TT and Daily Photo

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My little brother is mortified that I call Monkey, Monkey and insists that I stop calling him that ASAP because he feels I am going to do him severe emotional harm if I don’t.  Being the stubborn bitch that I am, I insist that Monkey is a totally rad nickname and I’m quite positive that if I was a 16 year old teenage boy, I would like nothing more than to be called Monkey by my adoring family and friends.  Right?  I know Hubby LOVES it when I call him Tank.  Which, mind you, was the nickname he chose from a list requested.  So I see no harm in Monkey staying Monkey.  And Tank staying Tank.

Speaking of Tank, everyone has been asking what tattoo I got.  So, because I know you have all been losing sleep with anticipation and curiosity…

Hubby and I got our wedding band tattoos on Saturday for our six year anniversary.

We got married the day after Christmas in 2003 in a courthouse in Castle Rock Colorado.  It was the perfect day.  We had a big wedding the following September with family and friends, but on 12.26.03 it was ALL about us.  Nobody to please.  Just us.

So to mark the occasion, we each had the others name tattooed on our wedding ring finger.  I will have to check with Hubby to see if he is comfortable with his name being outed because as you may have noticed, I only refer to him as Hubby and (as of today) Tank.  So you may or may not get to see the pics of that.

We are supposed to get snow today.  Like an inch of it.  I cannot wait! I miss snow.

I am hoping I will get to see some of the puffy white goodness when we get to COLORADO! Which, in case you missed it, we will be arriving in the GORGEOUS state of perfection on Thursday, WOOT!  Talk about the AWESOMEST way to start off 2010!

Everyone wants to see us when we get there, but I will only have 16 days.  And trying to see 23984103298741 friends and family members in that amount of time is really difficult.  Which means that no matter what, people always get their feelings hurt because I simply cannot make time for it all.  I hate it but it’s part of not living there.  *sigh*

I am trying to catch up on some TV before we leave so that my DVR doesn’t pack up and leave me for overloading it while I’m gone.  But it’s not easy trying to watch my shows, do laundry, clean the house, chase a toddler, pack for our trip, write a blog *ahem*, and all the other countless things I am trying to do at once.  Which while it isn’t new, it is irritating.

Oh and in case you didn’t notice, which you probably didn’t but TRUST me, poor Hubby HAS, I have PMS.  Yes like SEVERE I want to rip the heads off of helpless bystanders PMS.  If I don’t get aunt flow seriously soon, I can’t be held accountable for what I may do.

Here is my Daily Photos for today…

The dryer beeped, thus ending our conversation together.  It was fantastic, but honestly, it did feel a little one sided anyway.  I’m afraid I didn’t get you get a word in edgewise.  So have a fanfriggintastic Tuesday, nnkay?

Smootchies!

What is random about your day?


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12
Nov
09

The “C” Word

 

We all know I am a TV junkie.  But this is not a blog about TV or my unbalanced obsession with the electronic box in my living room.

I LOVE watching Brothers and Sisters on ABC.  But lately I am having a really rough time watching it.

Kitty McCallister played by Calista Flockhart, has Cancer.  Or more specifically, she has Lymphoma.  I have so much trouble dealing with Cancer or watching someone go through that, even if it is just acting on television.  It just hits too close to home for me to be comfortable.  And then even though I love watching, my brain is begging me to turn off anything showing the dreaded “C”.

My fears are not born out of me being crazy.  Ok, well maybe some of them are.  But this fear, the fear of Cancer, is experience based.

Some of you who have followed me from MySpace have already read this blog.  I hope that you will take a quick moment to read it now and come back.

Let me not mourn…

My stepdad, Jim, was an amazing man.  He was an amazing father who loved unconditionally.  We were lucky to have him in our life.  But then he got Cancer.

He was sick for two and a half years and then he died.  Just like that a father, a husband, a son, a brother, an uncle, a man, was gone.

Cancer did that.  I was there when he took his final breath.  It’s a moment that I wish I could banish from my memory forever.  But no matter what I do, when I close my eyes, there it is.  It was horrific.   I hated living through it and I never want to live through it again.

They say you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone.  Sometimes, it’s true.  But then sometimes once you lose something you grow this irrational fear.  And even though you haven’t lost another someone, that fear overwhelms you.  That fear that you ‘could’ lose them.

I don’t have a fear of myself getting Cancer.  And I even had a brush with cervical Cancer a few years ago.  But I am not scared of getting it.  I don’t know why.  My fear is that someone I love will get it.  Someone that I need.  Someone that I don’t want to die.  And any time I hear of someone, anyone, fictitious or otherwise, having Cancer, or God forbid, dying of Cancer, I freak out.  My brain goes crazy with fear.

Watching this show brings it all back to me.  It’s horrible.  Just watching it, puts this ache in my stomach.  Watching her go through having cancer, watching how her family is dealing with the news.  Even watching her going to chemo.  Ugh.  I want to turn it off.  But I don’t want to miss the show.

Death on TV or Film does the exact same thing.  There I am transported back there.  That feeling of loss is like a fresh wound all over again.

I wonder if it will always be this way.  Will I always cry when someone on the screen gets cancer or dies?  Will it ever get easier?  Cause I gotta tell you… it has been almost 6 years and it doesn’t feel a day later than January 21, 2004.  *sigh*

 

What is your take on this?  What affects you in the Media?


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22
Sep
09

The Moon Will Show Me How??? Random Tuesday Thoughts

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Happy Tuesday and Happy Randomness!  You know how much I like a good random string of thoughts.  So without further ado… Random Tuesday Thoughts…

I got paid a pretty awesome-TASTIC compliment last night.  My Dad said “I wish I had been half the Dad to you kids that you are a Mom to Monkey.”

How awesome is that?!?!

It made me feel really great to get such a wonderful compliment from my parent about my parenting skills.  Woot Woot!

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This was the conversation that went on in my bed at just before 2 am this morning.

Hubby:    The moon will show you how.

Me waking up out of a dead sleep:    HuhWhat’s wrong hon? What’d you say?

Hubby:   The MOON will show you how!

Me:    Ummm… Are you talking in your sleep?

Hubby yelling: THE MOON WILL SHOW YOU HOW!!

Me confused:    The MOON?

Hubby annoyed:    Yes, the MOON. That thing in the sky!?

Me:   Ummmm………………….???

Hubby:   *snores*

Me:   Oh brother. *eyeroll*

Another random outburst from Hubby’s sleeping mind in the wee hours of the night.  This happens often and he never remembers.  Great fun.

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Yesterday we had our ultrasound.  It didn’t go great.  There was no heartbeat, and I am only measuring at 5 weeks and 5 days.  Not great news folks.  Another ultrasound next Tuesday to see if we made any changes.  It just seems that this keeps dragging on and on and on.  At this point I just need to know.  It is very frustrating to not know.

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Having the TV back is WONNN-ONNN-ONNDERFUL!!!  We are going to try and limit our time, but with fall shows coming back (woohooo!) I am anxiously awaiting some of my fav’s.  It was a great learning experience for us, and we will for sure do turn off the TV week in May, but having it back (especially since we are getting MORE rain *gag*) it helps keep me sane.  And it helps keep Monkey sane.  He gets cabin fever.

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It is mean that I call my son Freddy Krueger because he refuses to let me cut his finger nails??  I’m going to have to get them registered if he won’t let me cut them soon…

“Yes I am here to register my son’s toenails as deadly weapons.” Hah!

Every time I try to cut them he starts screaming and wiggling like I am going to cut his hand off.  I am holding BABY clippers y’all!! Not a chainsaw!!  It’s quite a show.  *eyeroll*

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Speaking of my little mountain climber, yesterday morning he decided to climb out of his crib for the first time.  Freaked him out!  Not nearly as much as it scared me, I’m sure.  But he was fine, just a little shaken up.

So last night, Hubby converted his crib to a toddler bed and we baby proofed every square inch of his room.  Lucky for us he sleeps with the door closed and can’t turn door knobs yet.  That should be fun when that occurs.

So I put some toys in there in hopes of getting him to stay quiet for just an extra few minutes as to afford Mommy a few extra winks.  Which actually worked out ok for about 30 minutes this morning.  It would have worked better though, if I didn’t have Mommy Radar.  You  know… the radar that makes me shoot out of a complete sleep as soon as his breathing changes on the monitor?  Yeah so I was awake but at least able to lie in bed and pretend to sleep for another 30 minutes this morning.

His room looks pretty good though, don’t you think?

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And yes that is a baby gate in the window to keep him away from the blinds.  Can’t afford to replace the blinds, but can’t afford to have him swinging from them or hanging himself on them either.  So his room is 100% baby proof now!! 🙂

Ok, I will stop with the random craziness! 🙂

Have a great day y’all!!


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18
Sep
09

Rainy Irritable Dear So and So Friday

Dear So and So...

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Dear Fireman J from yesterdays post,

Since I haven’t heard from you in (calculating in my head) ummm… years.  I completely forgot that you were on my Yahoo messenger list.  Which I have had since… forget it… a LONG time.  Anyhoo… you can imagine my complete and utter shock when I got your message on Yahoo yesterday.   Seems that your ears must have been burning.  While I did resist the urge to tell you how weird it was hearing from you because I had just posted a blog about your tiny penis it was hard for me to mask my shock.

You didn’t have much to say other than hello and to tell me that you are married now (I hope she has a fondness for Chapstick) and that you are both expecting your first baby next month, a girl.  Congratulations.  I actually think you will make a fantastic father.

Anyway, it was just totally beyond weird to hear from you COMPLETELY out of the blue.  I have been watching the heavens for lightening ever since for fear I am in big trouble with the dude (or chick) upstairs.  Am I am in trouble for flaunting your wee manhood in front of the world?  Or at least for flaunting in it front of all 69 of my readers? Ok totally going to hell for that.

Good luck to you J.

Cass

Ps. If you ever read this, I am totally talking about another J that I dated that was a fireman.  Totally.  It isn’t you.  He just happened to use the same Chapstick line.  But I hear a lot of guys use that line, so it totally wasn’t you I was referring.  🙂

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Dear Rain,

You SUCK!  You suck you suck you suck you suck!

Me

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Dear DVR,

No Mama has not abandoned you.  I promise to return soon and to soak up your love and flood you with kisses.  If it wasn’t for you, Mama couldn’t make it through this week at all knowing all of my shows were being saved in your perfect black little body.  I promise this won’t last much longer.

Forever devoted,

Me

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Dear Cass,

WTF where you thinking!?!?!  NO TV THIS WEEK!?!?  Do you not see the raining and the flooding outside?? Are you not catching onto the fact that both you and Monkey have *mad* cabin fever?  You need to seriously weigh your options here before you end up in a padded cell.

Just sayin,

Cass

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Dear Patio Furniture,

I am so sorry this is your life right now.  Your feet must be so pickled.  I would let you come in but… well you’re patio furniture.  Sorry.

Cass

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Dear Captcha Lovers,

Can you please give me one good reason why you REALLY need this on your blogs?  I am seriously having issues with my computer wanting to boycott them right now.  One major issue is that whenever I hit “Send” on my message in a hurry to get to the next blog, I click X and just as I see the captcha appear, the blog closes.  I have NO interest in going and finding your blog again and retyping my whole comment again so usually then you just get a simple comment like “cool” because I am so irked that I had to come back to play a game of captcha ball in the first place that I don’t even care if I have left a suitable comment.  (Yes that sentence was all one breath) And lately, I am getting to the point where I am seriously considering not commenting on them at all.  Cause I feel so irritable about it.  Does that make me a total bitch?

So I am asking, in all fairness… PLEASE… if you have a captcha… PLEASE… explain why.  I wanna know.  I really, really want to know.  Change my mind on it.  Kay?

Thanks much,

Big Mama Cass

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Dear Monkey,

Why must you open and close the same door 9 BILLION (yes with a B) times even after I have asked you 9 B I L L I O N times to stop??  And why must you continue to SLAM it into my wall whenever you swing it open.  The hole in Mommy’s wall will thank you to STOP IT.  Nnnkay?

While we are on the subject, why do you continue to scale every single piece of furniture??  You have the speed of a stealth bomber!  I blink and you are on top of the table holding the lamp!  STOP IT!

Please, please STOP IT before you give Mommy a heart attack.

Thanks,

Mama

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Dear Readers,
Thank you for putting up with me for another week. I do hope that you chose to participate in Dear So and So. Just click here to go to Kat’s Blog and get the button for your page. Or add your letter in the comments. Would love to read!
Have a fantastic weekend!!!
Thanks for stopping by… again!

Xoxo
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16
Sep
09

A totally LAME blog. Lame, lame, lame.

Today is one of those days where I just want to wear my jammies all day.  It’s been raining for DAYS!!  I don’t do well without the sunshine.  I *need* sun or I start to feel like I am falling into a depression.  It’s hard.  I need to get one of those sun lamps.  I have been saying that for years but seriously I need to.

This week we were going to participate in the National Turn off the TV week.  Then I found out it was really in May.  (thanks Sherri! Lol)  So anyhoo, after that confusion, we decided to still give it a shot and see if we could go the entire week without TV.

We started Monday.  Monkey and I went all day without TV.  I was so proud!  But by that night, Hubby was already begging to watch Monday night football.  So on went the tube.

Then came Tuesday.  Monkey and I AGAIN went all day without TV.  Yay!!  We rock at this, right?!  And then Tuesday night, guess who broke down to watch the TV again??  So much for that effort.  But Jimmy and I are still TV free.  Although, I am totally thinking of turning on the TV right now! Lol

Ok… I really don’t have anything funny or exciting to say today.  Sorry 😦

That was the most LAME blog I have ever written.  For SURE!  *sigh*

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14
Aug
09

Friday’s “Doooo whaaat?” Dear So and So…

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Dear Wrong Side of the Bed,

Thank you for having me wake up with you today.  However, I really want to be in a better mood.  So please, try to avoid me tomorrow.

Crabby and Irritable,

Cass

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Dear Sinus Infection,

It was so dear of you to think of me as a host to take over and torture.  However, it has been several weeks of feeling like complete SHEEEEEEET.  So if you could leave now and let the anti-biotics do their things I would SOOO appreciate it.  Kay? Thanks!

Your host,

Cass

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Dear Monkey,

I know you don’t feel good because you have the nasty sinus infection AND you just had your immunizations yesterday AND the meany doctor made me take away your “paci” AND you are teething.  For this I understand why you feel justified in just whining and being all around crabby all day and even in the wee hours of the night (12:30am; 1:15am; 2:40am; 3:30am!?!?!) when you scream bloody murder for me to come and get you.  But, if I could interject… I just don’t think that we need to keep this up much longer.  Ok?  Mommy loves you but she needs some sleep and a tiny bit of time without you clinging to the side of me like a growth.

Love you baby!

Mama

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Dear Monkey’s Pediatrician,

I really think you are awesome.  And I know you are *ahem* older and have been doing this pediatrician gig since 1812, however I do think maybe times are changing a bit.  So when we had this conversation yesterday:

Pediatrician:  Is he still throwing a lot of temper tantrums?

MamaCass:    Yes, pretty bad.  He even has begun hitting me in frustration sometimes.

Pediatrician:  Well when he does that you need to smack his hand and give him a stern NO.

MamaCass:    Well how can I teach him not to hit if I hit him? Isn’t that a mixed message?

Pediatrician:  *soft giggle* Well that is just how it’s done.

MamaCass:    *shrug*

So when I went on my merry way home after our appointment, I thought I would give it a try when he decided to smack me.  However, I got the same response when I tried swatting his butt last time (per your suggestion) for throwing a tantrum.  He laughed at me and ran off.  So my question is this… Is this a typical response?  And is this the desired result?  Cause I am just not seeing the benefit.

Confused on technique,

Cassi

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Dear Crazy person that searched for “my brain damaged husband in diapers” yesterday to get to my blog,

Doooo whaaaaaaat????

Feeling a little less crazy about myself now thanks to you,

Cass

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Dear WordPress,

I am strongly considering leaving you because you are just not Cassi user friendly.  Why must you make it so hard for me to make any simple changes???  Maybe someone *ahem* (yeah, I’m talkin to you!) could give me some input as to why they prefer Blogger over you.  Or why they prefer you over Blogger.

In mental tug of war,

Cass

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Dear Drop Dead Diva,

I am so glad that Lifetime has shown you to me!  You are my new favorite show.  Brooke Elliott portrays the Deb/Jane character SOOOO good!  Not to mention she is completely gorgeous!  I am completely in love with your show!  It is quirky, it is funny and it has serious issues too.  All around a great package.

Viewer for life,

Cassi

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Dear Readers,

Thank you for putting up with me for another week. I do hope that you chose to participate in Dear So and So. Just click here to go to Kat’s Blog and get the button for your page.

Have a fantastic weekend!!!

Thanks for reading!!

Xoxo

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about moi…

Hi, my name is Cass. I am married to an amazing man who loves me unconditionally. I’m a stay at home mom to a rockin’ 2 year old boy who I call Monkey. I have an 12 year old step-daughter who lives in another state. We miss her daily. We also have two fur babies, Daisy and Jazz, who keep us on our toes. They are awesome!

I am a complete goofball, a photographer and a constant out loud thinker. I am a grammar challenged, vulgar, cursing, sex obsessed Big Mama fumbling through life. Among other things, I battle PCOS causing infertility, Bi Polar, Anxiety and OCD.

Currently I am riding the fertility roller coaster in an attempt to make Monkey #2. This blog is about a little of everything. I hope you enjoy. Read at your own risk!

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