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Thursday, December 18, 2008 December 18, 2008

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I got to talk to Brock in Afghanistan last night. He sounded tired, but excited about coming home. I asked him what food he wanted me to make while he was home. His only answer? “Your Potato salad!” 

I think Morgan (aka La Princessa) is mad at me. I think she’s taking out her disgruntled attitude about the kids being in HER room out on me. She shies away from me, and doesn’t really want me to pet her. (She treat The Hub like this on a regular basis. That’s how she earned her other nickname … “Bitch.”) She still sleeps at my feet each night, and waits for me patiently beside my bed when it’s time for me to get up, but generally, she’s just pissed at me. The kids left this afternoon for the weekend (More on this in a minute) so she’s warming a bit. 
Dee was pretty excited about going to take her drivers test this afternoon. Bryce and I watched the kids. When she came back she said her friend who took her, Gabi, let her drive for a bit before they went to the DMV, and Dee said “I did terrible. I’m going to go spend the weekend with her – there’s not much traffic where she lives and she’s going to give me lessons.” So they left, and will be back sometime Saturday or Sunday. I know she really wants to be able to get her license and a car so she doesn’t have to rely on other people to go places.

 A quick recipe my medical biller called me with today. He’s a really nice guy, so I emailed him my “Mock Truffle” recipe after we got off the phone. These are … I don’t really know …. Orange Balls?? 
6 ounces orange juice concentrate
1 box vanilla flavored wafers – whirled in food processor to make fine crumbs
1 stick of butter or margarine, softened
1 box powdered sugar

flaked coconut.  




Mix the crumbs and butter. Add orange juice concentrate and powdered sugar, mixing well. Roll into balls and then roll in coconut.
He says they are awesome. I think they’d be really good with lime or lemon concentrate, too.   


My sister in law and The Hub’s cousin have been talking about shrimp dip, and now I’ve got to have some. The recipe they’ve been using is quite similar to the recipe “Mrs G,” my mom’s best friend, used when I was in high school. She made us some every year for Christmas. I think the only difference is that their recipe uses sour cream instead of mayo – and I’m not a huge mayo fan anymore, so I’m going to try their recipe. Thanks ladies, for stirring yet another craving for me. If you want the recipe, you can find it here. <~~ Click. Look for “Step out” (Sunday the 14th).  
Why has this week been eternally long? Monday it felt like it should have been Friday. It’s only Thursday. I have to work tomorrow, and then go to a dental appointment before my weekend can begin.
I really, really need a haircut again, already. My hair looks shaggy, and there are parts that just do whatever the hell they want to do, thankyouverymuch. Hate that. My bangs are in my eyes and driving me insane, and I have a spot on the back of my head that looks like I have grown a cowlick – no matter what I do it swirls and leaves a terrible “Bed head scar.” It’s only been three weeks since I got my hair cut. I should count my blessings that it is still growing so fast, but geeze, Louise – could I go at least a whole month before I have to get it cut, please?  

Things I have learned: Always … ALWAYS … look at the back of your head before you leave the house if you have short hair. Then cry.

A long Quote of the Day today …. an email I get every year during the holidays, and it’s funny every time.

If Santa Answered His Mail Honestly…..

Deer Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. I’v ben a gud boy
all yeer. Yer Friend, Billy

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You’re on your way to a career in lawncare. How
about I send you a book so you can learn to read and spell? I’m giving your
older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell.


Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is
peace and joy in the world for everybody!

Love, Sarah

Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn’t they?


Dear Santa,
I don’t know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I’d like for my
mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.


Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad’s banging the babysitter like a screen door in a
hurricane. Do you think he’s gonna give that up to come back to your
frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It’s time to give up that
dream. Let me send you some Legos instead.


Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation 2, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a
drum kit, a pony and a tuba.

Love, Francis

Dear Francis,
Who names their kid ‘Francis’ nowadays? I bet you’re gay. I’ll set
you up with a Barbie.


Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots
for your reindeer outside the back door.

Love, Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the sh!ts and carrots make the deer fart in my face
when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle
of Scotch.

Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making
Your friend, Thomas

Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made in China . I have a condo in Vegas where I
spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking
myself silly and squeezing the a$$es of cocktail waitresses while
losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.

Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we’re sleeping, do you really know when we’re
awake, like in the song?

Love, Jessica

Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I’m
skipping your house.


Dear Santa,
I really want a puppy this year. Please, please, please, PLEASE,
PLEASE could I have one?

Love, Timmy

Dear Timmy,
That whiney begging sh!t may work with your folks, but that crap
doesn’t work with me. You’re getting a sweater again.


Dearest Santa,
We don’t have a chimney in our house. How do you get into our home?

Love, Marky

Dear Mark,
First stop callling yourself ‘Marky’, that’s why you’re getting your
a$$ whipped at school. Second, you don’t live in a house, you live in a
low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like
the boogeyman does, through your bedroom window.

Sweet dreams,



1. Kelly - December 18, 2008

lmao….Good for her for gettingg her DL…I have been without a car – not the DL – for a fair amount of time at one point (long time ago) and it sucked having to depend on everyone for everything…How does she make it in Killeen??? That would drive me crazy…..

Loving the Santa letters…sometimes I want to write my kids letters like that 🙂


2. Juanita - December 18, 2008

Loved the “If Santa Answered His Mail Truthfully”!!!
I enjoy reading your blogs.

3. Sandra - December 19, 2008

I really loved the letters to Santa. I wish I could write some replies for a day, I`d have a lot of fun…lol! :o))

Love Sandra xxxx

4. Rosie - December 19, 2008

I love the tag ” cranky girl” heehee Trying to catch up! You blogged a lot lol but I love reading them! Keeping Brock in our prayers!

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