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Damn the Luck

Posted in Here's Some Philosophy, karaoke, life in my house on July 21, 2011 by catscratch

It’s no joke when I say I truly work my ass off.  And I’m not tootin my own horn when I say I’m one bad ass woman.  I’ll not bore you with the details.

Anyway, since I’m so bad-ass, I decided to take the evening and chill like I like to chill when I found out nobody else was home.  The boy is at work… the man is with his amigo chasing truck parts around the greater southeastern region…

What to do ?? 

Pop the cork out of a nice bottle of merlot, crank on the karaoke maker and sing, then retreat to a bubble bath. Most relaxing of plans for me personally.

So, the wine is breathing and I’m sipping a little, rockin some Rod Stewart when the power flickered a couple of times and POOF….. no music, no lights, no AIR CONDITIONING…. It’s like 980 degrees up in here and the last thing I want to do is drink merlot (it gives me hot flashes) or take a hot bubble bath (more heat stroke)…

I suppose I’ll go sit outside in the shade where its only a humid 100 degrees or so and stare at my dogs.  Can’t take my laptop with since the battery says 66%, which translates into about 8 minutes in real life.

Damn the luck.

Frustrations on the Home Front

Posted in Asshats, Diva's Bitchin, Here's Some Philosophy, Lame and stupid crap, life in my house, Nasty Filthy Places, Those People I Live With on April 9, 2011 by catscratch

Since the last big bit of crap I got for my sarcasm and anxt, I have been pretty much keeping my opinion and complaints about life to myself…

Sometimes, venting (even if it’s just to blow off steam and really means nothing to anyone but me) can backfire… literally.

Whatever.  I’m just as full of sarcasm and anxt and pretty much miserable with life in this house.  All I can say is choose carefully before you make a big, fat, wrong life choice like getting married. 

I mean there are ALOT of factors involved in compatibility, and people should really pay attention to those factors.  Unlike yours truly.


I can’t tolerate his daughter.  She is horrible.  She won’t work and try to support herself.  She moves out. She moves back in. She moves out. She moves back in.  She steals from us, and when I say steal, she wiped him out.  She lies and denies.  She’s lazy. 

And at this point, toleration isn’t anything I can make myself feel.  I look over at her and I get angry.  I hear her voice and I cringe.  I see her eating and it makes me sick.  That’s all the girl does is eat, sit, sleep and run the roads.  God forbid she get a job.  God forbid she try to buy her own shampoo, soap, hair dryer. 

Why work when Daddy will keep letting her go in my room and use my things.


When me & Big T were just dating, he played himself to be a real family man.  He played himself off as someone who enjoys being around friends and interacting with people.  Yah, not so much. 

It is so easy for someone to fake someone else out when they aren’t together 24/7.  This man doesn’t do anything.  Nothing.  He sits on the couch and smokes cigarettes. 

Chain smoker.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I smoke.  But it’s a pack every couple of days. Sometimes less.  This man goes through a carton of smokes in three or four days.  He’s not the healthiest person to begin with, but at this point, his health is his problem.  He doesn’t care, why should I?  But, my house SMELLS SO BAD.  And it’s impossible to get the stink out.   

He is lazy as his daughter and son.  He sits all day and the stupid dogs, which nobody wants to take out when I’m not home, apparently pee somewhere in this house.  I don’t see it, but I can smell it and it disgusts me.

I’m a neat freak and there is no way for me to live the way I want to in this house.  I work 55 or more hours a week.  None of these people that live in this house work.. or do house work.  I come home to dirty dishes pile high in the sink.  I come home to cook after I clean the kitchen and then I clean it again.  I have to dust and vacuum.  I have to scrub the toilets.  God forbid any of them do anything around here.

SEX – What the hell is that?  After four years of marriage, I do believe I could be certified as a re-confirmed virgin, and that my friends isn’t by choice.

What to do??

Giving Thanks, 007 & Karaoke

Posted in karaoke, life in my house, Thanksgiving, The Inner Circular People on November 27, 2008 by catscratch

Ok, I’m not the happy holiday type gal.    It’s just not in my nature to get into the giddie-ness of the season.

I think it’s all over commercialized and truly just a big bunch of money-makin crap.

That said, as I try to make my rounds to the blogs I stalk on a regular basis… there are some of them that have listed things that they are thankful for.

So, regardless of my disdain for the holiday season as a whole, I’ve really had no choice but to reflect on things that I have to be thankful for.

And heeeere we go.

Family. I have 2 kids, Big T has 2 kids…. that equals 4, plus one grandbaby.  It’s taken me well over a year to adjust to having the new additions to my life, and it’s not been all that easy on my children either… but somehow we’ve made it work.

Friends. Without them, life would be obnoxiously boring.  Hollyrock and Mario are my best friends in the world and I love them with all of my little heart.

James Bond. Without the James Bond marathon and football (BTW the VOLS blow) Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same.  I’ve watched the Bond-a-thon on Turkey day with my Dad since I was a kid.  And I don’t give a rat’s ass what anybody says, Roger Moore is, in fact, the best Bond.

Most excellent Bond flicks, in no particular order….

Live and Let Die, View to A Kill, Diamonds Are Forever, You Only Live Twice, Goldfinger….  and I gots ’em all on VHS cuz I’m all hi-tech and shit.

Karaoke. Oh yah, Babe.

There’s nothing that entertains me more than a night out drinkin and singin some ridiculously cheesy songs.  Nothing.

Piss on a bunch of American Idol.  They’re all just glorified karaoke singers.  And Simon is an evil troll…

I’m so sucked in by listening to myself make all kinds of noise that Big T went and bought me a super-deee-dooper system for the house.  Complete with my very own Diva microphone stand.

It’s not that I’m all that good… til I’ve had a few beers and then a few more beers… then I’m damn good.  Heh.

I thankful for lots of stuff.  I really am.   But to list them would take too long, so I covered the highlights.

I know you people have Turkey to eat and football to watch!

So, take it easy.  Save some food for tomorrow and do it all over again.

Love to all y’all and yours.

Friday, Saturday, Wednesday & Friday

Posted in Fiestas, Happy Birthday, life in my house, Lil T, Miss A, Ms. N on September 29, 2008 by catscratch

So, the weekend was full of birthweek celebration.

No, friends and neighbors, I don’t have a birthday, I have  birthweek.    Go me.

It all started on Friday evening, when the Rodriquez’ez came-a-callin with all the good stuff for a BBQ.  Including, but not limited too, Rotel Dip, burgers (shudder), chipotle chicken, chili, and birthday brownies.

Then Hollyrock and I retreated downstairs where we started with karaoke but ended up bootie breakin. 

That’s when my mid-life-crisis epiphany hit me. 

I can drop these extra pounds from the mid-section if I just make good friends with my stereo and bootie break 30 minutes a day.

I love dancin and it’s been said I have more rhythm than a collegiate step team. 


So, my birthweek resolution is to dance my ass off 30 minutes per day, at least 4 times a week.  Friday doesn’t count, cuz dancin at the bar is done with help with loads of beer carbs. Yum.

I figure I’ll break the resolution by Christmas.  But, here’s to high hopes.


Saturday was family birthweek party.    Daddy called and said there was a birthweek BBQ at his house at 2:00 and that I needed to be there, as it’s my birthweek.

Okie dokie then.  So, promptly at 2:00, we were grillin big, fat ribeyes.  Just a-waitin for the UT / Auburn game to start…

because surely to shit the VOLS can kick Auburn’s ass.

Or………….    Not.So.Much.

Fulmer needs to go.  That’s all there is to it.  Let Peyton come coach.

Oh wait. Peyton was on the sideline and told the boys to go for the 2.  Whatever.  UT losin wasn’t even the icing on the birthday pie.  Not at all.

The icing on the birthday pie was the fact that me and Daddy got the shit kicked out of us every game of spades we played.  Dammit.

Anyway, we ate good food and I got a bottle of Baileys Irish Creme and cold hard cash from the folks.

Which I promptly spent at Hobby Lobby on cross stitch stuff.  Yay!


Sunday was spent at the Fountain City Duck Pond with Lil T, Miss A and Miss N.  It was all good until Lil T got pissed off because it was time to go. 

But, the ducks got full off of us with a loaf of bread and a can of Pringles.


So, Wednesday, my actual birthday will be spent working in the biology department of the University of California at Irvine. 

Why is this so cool?

Because Mel from Alosha is gonna meet up with me for tacos and beer.  Yay, Mel!

As with everything else in life, I intend to have the camera and hopefully after the umpteenth margarita, there will be blog fodder.  Heh.

Stories and pictures to follow late next week.


Next Friday, after a long, long week of drinkin sittin on the beach workin, I’ll retreat to the sanctity that is my Mommy’s pad.

I’m so excited to get to spend a weekend with the maternal figure in my life!

She’s an amazing, strong willed, spiritual woman. 

She’s loves me even though I’m a total heathen.  Which is also awesome.

We will shop and go have birthweek dinner at Pacifica.  GRRRRub.


Anyway kiddies.  I wish you all a beautiful and wonderful week.  I’ll be stopping by when I’m rotting in hotel rooms at everybody’s blogs to give more wet, slobbery kisses.

Losers, Ass Kickings & Getting the Hell Outta Dodge

Posted in Football Baby, life in my house, Mmmmm Good, Nomadic Diva on September 22, 2008 by catscratch

I’m not as pissed off as I was last week.  Sadly, I’m just numb.  I’m pretty much blank.  I don’t feel like seeing anyone, or talking to anyone.  Every time I do see anybody, I tend to cry.

The folks forced their way over and I held it together Friday, but went into seclusion and did my own thing Saturday and Sunday without seeing or talking to anyone. 

Big T is just overlooking me for now, I think.  He has no idea what to say or do.   I have no idea what to say or do.

But, it’s Monday, and I left the house, and the worries that place is bringing me, behind.  I’m hiding in the sanctuary that is my office. 

I know you’re just dying with anticipation to know what I did over the weekend, so here it is.



So, it was complete annihilation on the Saturday just past.  Of course, I had already made my prediction to my Daddy’s dismay.  The VOLS were gonna take a brutal ass-kickin at the hands of the Florida Gators.

And, so it happened.  It was very difficult to watch.

You know those shows that show surgeries or animals attacking another animal.  It’s bloody.  It’s disgusting, nearly to the point of puking.

But you still watch.  Or in my case listen to VOL radio.  A train wreck.

I’ll not even go as far as to include the score.  Why bother.  It was a slaughter.


Friday night, the folks came over to play Spades. 

Daddy and me are always partners.  Mom and Big T are always partners. 

And if we were talking historical data here, the overall champion team would be Daddy and Me, hands down.

Admittedly, we are extremely bad sports.  Whether we win or lose. 

No, we don’t collect up our cards and leave the table if we lose.  But we pout.  Lip pooched out pouting.  And whining.  Lots of whining. 

But if we win…..  we cackle… we giggle… we rub it in.

Anyways.  We lost.  An asskicking of catastrophic proportions. 

We lost two games.  Finally won a game.  And finished off losing two more.

Yah.  That sucked.


I cleaned and detailed The Beastie on Saturday while the UT game was on.  I couldn’t stand to watch it on TV, so I put it on the radio and tried to be productive.

She was disgustingly filth covered with splattered bugs and road gack from the construction around Chattanooga.

The wheels were nasty, the interior was dusty and the windows were repugnant.

No more.  She sparkles and shines now.


When I get bored,  I cook.  Everything from scratch.’

 Over the weekend I made:

  • A cake covered with homemade cream cheese icing with mini-chocolate-chips on top.
  • Peanut Butter cup pie.
  • Southern fried chicken & home fried potato chips.
  • Crab rangoons (turned out perfect).
  • Spring rolls.


I also found a cross-stitch project I started for my step-mom 3 years ago.  I started it up again and finished about 1/4 of it.  I had forgotten how relaxing doing some mindless needle craft can be.

I went through lots of pictures and plan to work on my PICTURE BLOG a little more frequently.

Go see it, be a sport.


Lastly but not leastly.  I’m getting ready to get the hell out of here for a week. 

I have to go to LA (home sweet home… well, close to it).  I’m working 3 days, spending 4 days dicking around.

The most coolest part is that I’m gonna meet up with Mel from ALOSHA while I’m there.  Coolest part?  We’ll be catching up on my birthday!  Yay!

Then I plan to spend the weekend at my Mom’s in Palm Springs.  Yes.

Sitting there in the warm desert sun, hangin with my Mommy.  I’m stoked.

She was supposed to be on a trip to D.C. while I was out there, but her trip got cancelled.

She’s got all kinds of stuff planned for Saturday and Sunday.  

She wants to go to Pacifica for birthday dinner.  Who am I to say no? 

I’m putting in a vote for a trip to The Elephant Bar.  She loves that place too.  Everything there is tasty.


I wish a wonderful week to all y’all.

Warning: PMS, Whining & Lots of Bitching

Posted in And a big FUCK YOU, Diva's Bitchin, life in my house, Miss A on September 19, 2008 by catscratch

I, for one, am stocked that it’s finally Friday.  

I will warn you now, if you proceed through the remainder of this post, I can’t promise that it’s going to be all cottonballs and kittens

In other words, I’ve had a rough month, I’m exhausted and I believe (although it’s early) I have the onset of PMS.  

Aren’t you glad you don’t live with me?  You can be honest, it will only sting a little.

Life lately has left me little time to stop and smell the roses.  

Comparatively, I haven’t had time to shit and fall back in it or fart and smell it either, so it’s not all bad.   I just haven’t had time to write witty, knee slapping, sarcastic shit.  Nor have I had the time to go visiting everybody else’s blogs.  Sucks. 

By the time I get to sit down and actually try to catch up, I’m so behind that I don’t catch up with everybody.  Sucks.  But, I’m working on a system.  A blog reading system.  So, I can keep up with all the good stuff going on around ya’lls places.

I’ve found out that real work is harder than pretending to be busy as hell.  Since taking the “new position”, I’ve been commuting back and forth from Knoxville to Huntsville pretty much on a weekly basis.  That’s kicking my ass. 

Not only do I really have to work now, but I spend alot of my time dodging state troopers in three states as I blaze a firey trail trying to get myself from Point A to Point B and back in a resonable amount of time.

I have managed to figure out where to PO-PO sits and stalks innocent commuters though and slow’er down to a reasonable speed temporarily. 


In other news.  We’ve finally figured out what is making Miss A, my lovely 17 year old daughter, walk like a little old lady  in the geriatric ward and hurt from her hip to her toes in her let.

Herniated disk.  Two of them.  The MRI shows that the disks are squeezing and hating on her sciatic nerve, which is making her unable to walk. 

The poor kid is going through hell between the leg/back issue and the fact that I’ve cut her off from that dead beat, punk ass, piece of shit she calls a boyfriend.   But he’s another whole story all together.  Fucker.

So, now we go to a neurosurgeon next week to see what we can possibly do to fix her.  She is just way too young to be going through all of this pain.


Overall, my home life has been nothing but complete hell for months now. 

Miss A is constantly showing her ass and doing stupid shit.  Granted, I did my fair share of stupid, teenage shit, but DAYUM.  In the last year here are the things she’s pulled (in no particular order:

* Ditched school… (ALOT) which is nuts because I drop her ass off everyday.  

* Smoked weed… which absolutely blew my mind.

* Snuck out in the middle of the night with her friends to see her asshat boyfriend.

* Lied about boyfriend related crap on multiple occassions.

The list could go on and on, but it’s depressing me and she’s now grounded until Jesus comes back, so I’d rather not dwell on it anymore.

The Boy drives me just as nucking futz.  He’s just fucking lazy.  He lets those dogs piss in his bedroom because he’s too lazy to take them out.  I’m trying to figure out a way to get rid of the dogs if neither him or Big T wants to take care of them.  It’s ridiculous.

Big T is making me want to pull my hair out.  I think  he doesn’t want to go back to work.  That’s not even the problem there.  I could care less if he works or not.  He gets short term disability, so financially, it’s not much of a burden.

What’s making me want to pull my hair out and punch him in the face is that every time I talk to him I hear the same two things… “I’m just sitting here watching TV.” and “I’m bored.”

Ok, pal.  If you’re so fucking bored, get up and do something.  Say, like dust mop.  Or how’s this, do the yard work.  Find something to do but bitch about being bored.

I’m working 50+ hours a week and commuting and still taking care of the house, the kids, the shit with their school, the house work, cooking, laundry and everything else.   Hello.

On the bright side, it’s Friday and I have a cooler full of beer.  I got a little last night. The VOLS play Florida (I anticipate it to be a total ass kicking to the boys, but hey).  USC ain’t playin til Thursday, but it should be an easy win.

So, kids.  Overlook my foul attitude.  I’m sure if I rest enough, I’ll be peachy keen by the end of the weekend.  Just in time for it all to start over again.

Have a drink on me.

Boobie Squeezin, Orgies & Animal Porn

Posted in Asshats, Lame and stupid crap, life in my house on August 6, 2008 by catscratch

Yah, ya perverts. 

You know you thought you were gonna see something that would get my mildly vulgar blog slapped with an adult content warning, didn’t ya??

I’m a tease that way.

Anyways.  Since I really can’t think today, as my daughter is acting psycho and my man is making me feel like I’m 108 years old…

You know what they say… If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.

That in mind, I’ll hold my tongue and say nothing else of it.

You should be thankful.  These people are pushing me to maximum density.

Happy Humpday to one and all!  So, as promised..

Boobie Sqeezin’


And animal porn


Ok, now I feel better. 

Sometimes, when life is being an evil, hateful whore… ya just have to amuse yourself until you can find some silver lining. 

My silver lining to my clouds are (in no particular order)

  • In less than one year, my teenage, drama queen daughter will go off to college and she can be a drama queen all she wants and I don’t have to know about it.
  • I am travelling ALOT more now, to the tune of more than half of each month.  This leaves only one half of each month for me to be at home. 
  • I am starting back to school AGAIN just because I like going to school and just because I like the paper that the degrees are printed on and just because its another excuse not to be at home.
  • With any luck, the boy will find a job and want to move in with his friends after he graduates this year. 

Ok, so, I’m still bitter. 

Back soon with a better, happier post.  For now, you can check out some of my friends here on Blogger’s Lane:

Mushy at The Silverbacks.  Witty pictures, comments & jokes everyday.  yay!

Sage at Sage Advice.  Politics, Opinion, and Erotica.  Tasty mix of the good stuff.

Narm at White Collar Redneck.  You name it.  He talks about it.

Vol at Tennessee Vol Fan.  Pictures, and more pictures.