Sunday....

I kind of left yesterday's entry on a "To be continued...." note.  I guess I need to write about what happened on Sunday.  Don't start jumping up and down just yet.....It wasn't too exciting.

Sunday definitely wasn't as exciting as bacon. 

I got up early again on my fucking day off and went back to the track with Jade.  If I didn't, I would be as big as a damn elephant.  What can I say, food is tasty!  (Hence the bacon reference)  Yep, hand was still swollen.  Jade threatened me and let me know that if it wasn't better by Monday, I needed to go to the doctor.  Yes ma'am! 

Got back home from torture exercising and started looking through the yard sale stuff that we rescued from the shed.  I had Dazzle and Neon helping me and we got through it pretty fast.  We sorted, priced and organized till I thought we had most of it under control.  Then I was standing there in the office looking around at the situation (which very much looked like a hoarder had come to visit) when I realized that we should just move the whole operation to the front yard.  Might as well if it's all ready to go and just sitting there.  Right?  WRONG.  We go outside (and one of my dear old friends came over just in time to help, YAY!) and we sat there for a couple of hours and I think two people stopped, one just to ask me if we had a broken lawnmower he could buy (WTF).  I guess no one in our area does yard sales on Sundays.  

I even put signs on the mailbox!! 

The end result:  We didn't make one damn dollar.  LOL.  That's OK, my friend helped me move everything back inside to the office and that is where the shit sits right now.  It kills me to walk past my office all covered in too small kids clothes, discarded adult clothes, stuffed animals and kiddy dishes but I know it's only temporary because this weekend coming up, we're going to take the whole operation right back outside.  If we don't sell it all, it's going straight into the truck and down the road to Goodwill.  It will never see the inside of my shed or house again!  I'm really good at getting rid of STUFF that we don't need.  

When you type "very clean house" into Google Images, this is what you get.  LOL  We're not quite the large family as the Full House folks were but I do put them to work and they hate it just as much.  :)  I mean, who the hell wants to live in a dirty cluster-fuck of a house?

It was time to rest for a few minutes....I don't get to do too much of that these days...Then I called Jade and told her that my friend and I were on our way to pick her up because she was going to the dumpster with us.  (She loves me but also knows what a bossy bitch I am) Supa absolutely forbade me from going to the dumpster this week (if ever again) since we drove by there on Saturday and there were cops there.  COPS?  At our dumpster?  Really?  He asked me if I remembered the lady on the news a few weeks ago that got arrested stealing coupons and I said "Yes" very quietly because I don't give a damn!  I want my free coupons!  So, we waited until later in the day (we usually go in the morning) and we took my friend with us in case we needed to create a diversion.  

3 heads are better than one right?  No cops would fuck with this!

We got in, we got out and both Jade and I got around 60 coupon inserts for free!  WOOT WOOT!  Major WIN!  After that scary rendezvous, my friend decided it was time to head home.  (I bet friend was surprised that I live on the edge of danger so much)

After that I put on my PJ's and hung out with the kids and Nearly Perfect for a couple of hours.  She taught me how to cut a cantaloupe properly and we cut up some chicken together...Really, she watched me touch the slimy shit while she gave instructions.  LOL...I don't blame her, I hate touching raw chicken!!!  She refused to stay for dinner which is probably because she is scared of my cooking....I don't blame her really.  I did pull off something pretty good.  It was like macaroni and Velveeta cheese and broccoli in the same skillet...No box mix but it took forever and when the noodles were done, the broccoli was still kinda crunchy.  That's OK.  Dazzle and Neon said it was delicious and I thought it was OKAY.  Supa could have owned it but I did my best.  The kids liked it enough to take the leftovers to school in their lunch boxes the next day...or were they just being nice?  HA!  

I promise, it looked a whole hell of a lot better than this SLOP!  WTF is that?!

That pretty much concludes my Sunday.  Supa finally got off of work at 8pm so I did get to see him for a little while before I had to go to bed.  We watched something called "The World's Shortest Man" together while he ate his dinner.  (He thought the broccoli was fine!  HAHA, I'm pretty sure he was being nice so he wouldn't get beat by his wife) 

On a totally different subject, let me just lay down for you what I dreamt last night.  Oh SHIT.  Today is the 14th day since we have smoked a cigarette.  Truly a huge accomplishment for us.  Last night I dreamt that Jade, Lolly and I went to the gas station to get a drink (WTF) and we each bought a pack of cigarettes instead.  Lolly got her usual Marlboro Lights, Jade her off brand menthol whatever and me....Marlboro Light 100's, which isn't what I smoked when I quit but I would have if I could have paid $6.00 a pack for them.  I guess I get to buy the good cigarettes since it's my dream.


And I would now like to enter into evidence, THE FUCKING DEVIL.

 Anyhow, I look at Jade at the counter of the gas station and I say, "Hey, what the fuck are we doing?"  She doesn't even answer me!  She just shrugs and buys her cancer sticks.  We all go back to my house and sit on my front porch apparently waiting for Supa to come home.  I kept looking down the road in the direction he would be traveling...and the kids were nowhere to be seen (thank God, that would have turned a bad dream into a nightmare).  What did we do while we waited for Supa you wonder???  We smoked ALL of our cigarettes.  Every single damn one.  One cig right after another.  When Supa got home and saw us smoking he was like "HEY, what the fuck are y'all doing??"  and that is when I woke up, clutching my chest like I was having a fucking heart attack and sweating like a pig.  Maybe, just maybe, that was the last of the nicotine leaving my body?  Or maybe that was God playing with me and reminding me that I never want to be like that again.  Who knows but I'm glad I don't smoke anymore and I would really like the bad dream to GO AWAY!  

I would rather dream that I was "Carrie style" covered in blood then to dream I smoked. 
Trust, at this point, that would be better.

Sweet dreams folks!  I'll talk 'atcha later!!