The Road to Losing 

        There comes a point in our lives that we stand in our own shadow. My point came 4 years ago. My shadow, smoking. I decided to take the bull by the horn and quit, cold turkey. 

        I nearly lost my mind. I couldn’t figure out how to cope. How to deal with all the emotions I was going through. So, I ate. And I ate. I gained a total of 30 pounds. I was a whopping 10 pounds heavier then I was with each of my pregnancies on the day I gave birth! 😔 

        My shadow shifted. No longer did I stand in fear of what cigarettes would do to my health, my skin, my clothes, etc. Now, instand looking in the mirror in complete disbelief of what I see.

        It isn’t what society thinks of me that puts me in that thinking mode. I seriously could care less about societies rules and expectations placed on women and our bodies. It’s what I think and feel and see of myself. I hate my body. 

        I have spent a lot of money and time in the last 2 years trying like mad to get all this excess weight off. 

        Last year I lost 20 pounds following a Low Carb High Fat diet. Then the holidays came and bam! 10 pounds back on. Now I’m stuck. I’ll go down a few pounds and back up a few. Up and down. Up and down. 

        The last month I have been faithfully following a low carb high fat diet again. Initially, I lost 9 pounds. Then: up and down up and down. Not one single chest day or cheat meal or chest anything. Nothing. 

        I’m stuck.

        I have no idea on this earth what I need to do or should be doing or shouldn’t. I will be 46 next month and I want to feel better. I want to look better. 

        Someone, please help me!!!

        I Am Jack

        ” Yes! I snuck past those silly kids!” I’m on my way on my way on my way

        “HELLO beautiful how are…..” Inconveniently interrupted by little missy beautifuls’ owner! ” Super! Hey I hear some kids over here, think I’ll check it out on my way home”

        POP!POP!POP!

        I am Jack. A pit bull by birth, loved and adopted by a human family.

        I was shot and killed on May 9,2013, because I snuck out when the kids opened the door, ran to a neighbors house where a female dog was in heat, was told to go home, so I was on my way home and I walked through the wrong yard. The home owner decided to shoot me three times with his rifle while his children, his step children and some neighborhood kids were all outside in the same yard at the time. Yes, the children saw the whole thing. I have no idea what I did wrong.

        One of the little boys who was in the yard at the time I was shot, ran home and told his mom. He was so upset. I’ve never seen him like that. Luckily, his mom put him in the car and drove him over to my owners house. She grabs him and hugs him and tells him shes so sorry. I’m not sure she understands what he has told her. He said which yard he was in and that her dog had ran across the yard and “he” shot him with his rifle and scope 3 times! She said she had heard the shots just as she got out of the shower. See, she had gone running and my dad was working in the garage, so they didn’t know I was gone.

        She went inside and called 911, told them exactly what the little boy had told her. My dad got in the car and came in search of me. He couldn’t see me.But I heard him. He asked that lady if she shot his dog, she said no. He asked her if his dog had been shot and she said yes. He asked if his dog was being aggressive, which I have no idea what that even means, and she said no he should have kept his dog in his yard. Oh man was he mad!

        At home, my mom gets a call back from dispatch, told her he had an officer with her dog and gave her an address asked if she knew where that was. Of course, it’s the next street over. But, they didn’t tell her! She doesn’t know.

        Oh! NO! She has gotten in the car with dad. ALL THESE PEOPLE STANDING AROUND….SOMEONE NEEDS TO TELL HER!

        Her and dad walk around the back of this house where they see the police man. He points, she can’t see me. My dad turns and tells her to ” GO GET IN THE CAR!” I think before he could even get it all out she saw me. I have never seen her act like that. She was trying to throw a boat I think. She ended up in handcuffs while all those people standing around watched.

        No-one told her I was dead.

        The town Marshall told my family the man at that house admitted to shooting me. He said I wasn’t being aggressive,I still don’t know what that means, nor did he feel threatened. He said he shot me because I was in his yard. I don’t understand , who does that?

        I AM JACK. I WAS A PIT BULL WHO WAS LOVED DEEPLY BY HIS FAMILY. I WAS SHOT AND KILLED FOR NO APPARENT REASON.

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        The Experience

        Recently, my two sons and I attended a Kid Rock concert. Before the concert, I won a contest through The Rebel Soldiers Fan Club ( Kid Rocks’ fan club) called ” The Ultimate Fan Opportunity” for weeks they kept secret what the actual prize was. Then as other concert winners were attending their prospective concerts, information was leaking here and there. Probably, mostly because I was poking around trying to find out what EXACTLY was going to go down. Not because I enjoy taking the element of surprise out of things, but because I had to convince my husband I didn’t sign up for a full blown orgy back stage with Kid Rock, because the contest CLEARLY stated the opportunity was for the winner ONLY not the winner plus one or the winner plus their party, just THE WINNER, that was it. Therefor, I HAD to track down information, otherwise this winner was NOT going to see the prize!

        I had only bought two tickets to the concert because when I bought them, I had no idea there was going to be a contest, little alone that I would win one. The plan all along was for me and our 13 year old son to go. Over the years, he has begged to go to a Kid Rock concert with me. In 2011 my husband and I went to the Born Free concert in Evansville, I promised our son then, the very next concert he could go to. Turned out, I lied. My husband and I went to Noblesville in August of 2011 for another Kid Rock concert. So, when the Rebel Soul tour was announced, it was decided at that moment, me and my son were going to Rock it together!

        Then I won the contest, my husbands comment ” What about Trent? You know he won’t sit there by himself” All my joy was sucked out of me! And NOT A SOUL that I knew would agree to leave their seat and come sit in my seat for the last three songs of the concert ( even though we had damn good seats) and no one I knew that wasn’t already going to the concert would agree to buy a ticket and then come sit in my seat for the last three songs of the concert. It was as if everyone was saying, ” Screw You!” It literally came down to a few hours before the concert, I begged and begged my oldest son PLEASE buy a cheap seat ticket. They are ONLY $22 PLEASE!!!!!!! He FINALLY caved! And, I think even he is happy he did.

        The following paragraphs are copied from a text I sent to my friend, she sent me a text, and I quote; ” So tell me about how it all went down”…….and I did, then I copied it into a note on my Facebook page, adding The Rest of the story. Now, Here I am copying it to my blog, with The Beginning of the story! Image

        Well, Born Free had just started and I felt someone pull on my shirt ( which I already knew security was coming to get me during that song) so I turn and the guy asked Julie? I said yes he said follow me so I followed him down the steps ( we were the 10 th row off the floor) to the floor and all the way to the back of the floor area where there was the other fan club winner and a girl and her boyfriend that had won thru Harley Davidson……
        So we just stand there thru most of the song then the guy says ” the next song is Bawtidabaw, when the explosion goes off we go… Follow me” and I was like oh man I wish I hadn’t left my phone with Johnny cause I so need to video this for Tyler Bates!……
        So then all these sparkler things start going off all across the stage and Kid Rock comes shooting out of the bottom of the stage ( which is also how he started the show so damn cool) and then BOOM! And we were off dang near sprinting to the front diving our way thru people( not really but I did have to push one chick out of my way)
        We get up to the front and walk behind a curtain. And there I am standing UNDER the stage and this guy in a suit comes up to me sticks his hand out and says ” I’m Gio, are you Julie?” And I thought SHIT I’M GETTING KICKED OUT ALREADY! Gio is Head of Kid Rocks personal security! So he says they ( and points to the stage) will go off stage change then they will come back out and they are going to play Happy New Year you guys are going to stand by the Harley and just have a good time like your at a New Years party and they gave us Happy New Years hats……
        So the song ends and we walk up on stage all the lights are off and it was so damn cool! A couple minutes went by I guess then the band and Kid Rock come out from a curtain with their gold coats on. And this Gio grabs my arm and says you here…. Then they started playing and I started singing and clapping and waving my hands and jumping up and down ……..
        The other fan member that won she was like 70 and so darn cute , the sax player kept turning around and smiling winked a couple times then moved to the other side of the stage! Ha! Then the guitar player came our way and he nodded and smiled and soon he too moved away! And yup KR did look our way, but that was it. No HEY GIRL WHAT’S UP! But he was like 5 feet away from me at one point! They turned the lights on and I could see J2 and Trent then I really went crazy and they were crazy waving back!
        They kept drawing the song out, so what is normally a 3 minute song was like 10 minutes, when the song was over we were escorted off stage had our picture taken, not with Kid Rock and told thank you and good bye! And I was HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!

        I hadn’t been to Ford yet so I had no idea if our seats were good or not good and the chart you couldn’t really tell. When Trent and I were walking down the steps and we got half way down I turned and said ” NO WAY!” He said WHAT? I about started crying when we finally got to our seats! I mean they seriously could not have been better! Well, yes they could have but not anywhere near my price range! I’m not gonna lie and say I wish I could have gotten a hand shake, but I’m good
        ( as told by me to Stacy via text message…. She asked how it all went down, so I told her!)
        And here is the rest of the story, which I left out of the text messages.
        As I am heading back up the steps to where our seats were, I was diverted to a different set of stairs because someone in our section had passed out. However, my sons were waiting for me when I came out of the stairway. And it was on. I was all chatter like I had just drank a gallon of Red Bull followed by a dozen of those energy shot things! I could not shut up. I thought as we hit the doors I was gonna freeze walking back to the Jeep, but nope! I was good to go. And the three of us laughed and laughed and were just crazy ridiculous the whole walk back to our ride. I can’t speak for my boys but I had had the most amazing night! The whole night was just epic! ( I had wished several times that Scott was there, so he was in my heart) I can’t explain how full my heart and my soul felt. It was like, a release….. Not the end of a story, but THE opportunity to turn the page to the next chapter. For some, you are probably thinking this girl is nuts, which I am, but others who are reading this understand exactly what I mean. EPIC!
        And now, the REST of the REST of the story. As we are rolling up the highway I say ” who’s window is down?” J2 says ” his” and points to the back I didn’t think anything at first, thought Trent was hot. Didnt seem odd. Then I said ” what’s that smell? OMG! Are you throwing up?” And he was! So we pulled into Windmill. I went in got him some water and napkins and mistakenly lead the cashier to believe I go to EVERY Kid Rock concert, as in crazed psycho fan following him around the country when I just meant all the ones he has in Evansville!….oops! Apparently, he had been feeling sick to his stomach every since we sat down at the concert. I told him NEVER do that again! EVER! He said WHAT? I told him no one and nothing not even Kid Rock is or ever will be more important then my kids and he should not have had to sit thru all that feeling as bad as he did, we would have left! I then felt like the worse parent ever!
        This part, I think all of you will love. Chloe gets off the bus today, first thing she says is ” why did Trent stay home?” So I explained how he got sick, she smiled that evil little smile and said….” HMPF, sounds like Trent doesn’t like Kid Rock either!”
        HAPPY NEW YEAR!

        Image( that’s me in the orange shirt, which just so happens to be a Harley Davidson TShirt!….I have just as many of them as I do Kid Rock tshirts, ok, well maybe not, but I have a few!)

        May 2018

        Crazy. I was. I can not tell you how insanely over the top crazy I was for Kid Rock. No, I had no grand illusions of being whisked off to forever be his love slave. Ewe. I mean how many ” places” do you think THATS been in. 😲 Noway, I have loads of respect for my place. Anyway, in the deepest darkest depths of my own personal hell his voice was my everything. My best friend, my anger release, my sobering cries. Wow. His voice was all that held me in check. That night, April 1,2013 I was so high on life. I was going to be on stage with the voice that kept me sane. No bundle of nerves no jitters, calm as my soul could be without having been on the Gulf of Mexico. I was ready. And SLAM. No warning signs no sirens, just a big fat fuck you. That’s what it felt like. Right there. I mean just feet away, and not a nod, not a wave not a passing by high five NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. Took me about 7 seconds on that stage to feel it. We were a mosquito buzzing around and around his nose, pissing him off. Resentment. Because he sold out. His backers required him to host the contests but they couldn’t force him to like it or give anything of himself. It hung heavy in the air. Took another 5 seconds to see I was feeling it right. And another .2 seconds to close it all off and say fuck you back. From that moment on Kid Rock as I use to see him was gone. The rest of my time on stage it was about me being on stage where my sons could see me and I could see them and we just danced and waved and acted stupid. It was the death of a friend. My over the edge excitement for anything Kid Rock died as well. For a few years I didn’t even listen to him. We still go to concerts, he puts on one hell of a show. Still dream of him playing for me at this huge 50 birthday party for me. But, he’s not all that anymore. He’s an asshole as I see it. Broke my spirit for awhile but that’s my fault. I put it all on his voice. I needed someone or something to help me through, and his voice did. So, for that I thank him. Still pisses me the hell off. What would it have hurt 2 seconds. *sigh* I dream too big I suppose.

        Damn it one of these damn days I am going to be filthy rich with my own damn yacht sailing around one of those beautiful islands with my husband and kids and beautiful friends, ugly ones too, and Kid Rock is gonna wish he had high fives me that night……..

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        Things I’ve Learned About Running

        I am no fitness expert. Not a running expert either. In fact I know nothing about fitness and only a slight bit more then that about running.
        I’m not even sure what I have began is considered running at all. It’s probably more of a light jog on the treadmill. I’ve only been at it for two weeks. My goal is to run a 5 K in May.
        All that being said, the following is what I have learned about running thus far!
        • Choose your playlist very carefully! You want music that will keep you motivated, but will NOT bring out the 80’s head banging or hustle & flow moves because THAT does not end well on a treadmill!
        • Have a water bottle which allows you to squirt the water into your mouth versus having to unscrew the lid and drink. On the plus side of the latter, you can play it off as you really worked up one heck of a sweat! 😉
        • Wear TWO sports bras- that should be self explanatory
        • DO NOT GET ON THE TREADMILL WHEN IT IS SET ON FULL SPEED AHEAD! EVEN IF YOU ARE HOLDING ON- SUPER BAD IDEA!
        • Do not position the treadmill so it is anywhere near the ping pong table, that is if you have one. For some reason the person on the side which has them facing you occasionally feels the need to slam the ball as if they are attempting to hit a home run- and yes I am aware home runs don’t exist in ping pong- that’s my point!
        • I won’t bring up the dart board, now that I think about it, probably should move the treadmill at this point!
        • When your dog comes up and sits and stares at you, do not bend over to let him! Even if you are holding o !
        • Stretch before & after
        • Stay hydrated ( remember squirt bottle)
        • Breath thru both your nose and mouth, more oxygen, less of a headache!
        • Set realistic goals
        • ALWAYS potty TWICE before you get on the treadmill, cause on e you get going you are still going to think you have to go!
        My final words of novice wisdom: try to time your running playlist so you end your run with a song like Queens ” We Are The Champions” or Kid Rocks ” Never Met A Mother Fucker Quite Like Me ” Trust me, when you feel like your either going to puke or passout and you’ve lost your HMPF with one minute left- one of those songs come on and you push yourself through that last minute and get off the treadmill with an attitude like HELL YEAH I DID IT!
        Until next time, keep your feet on the ground!

        Chocolate Bandit ( purely for fun!)

        BREAKING NEWS….PATOKADELPHIA…..: Chocolate Thief HAS been identified! Local Heiress to River Bottoms Fortune was nabbed early this afternoon while sitting on her couch in her bath robe, with her cat on her lap eating reported stolen chocolate. Details are still sketchy at this time. We will follow this story as it develops!
        John J D White wrongfully accused suspect turns out to be hero in investigation. haha
        ……..Local mail man was questioned after witnesses saw him teasing a chiuaua with what appeared to be a chocolate bar. After further investigation, mail man was released for co operating with Chocolate Investigators. What was thought to be a chocolate bar, was in fact a rubber remote control toy! Unfortunately for mail man, due to his co operation on the apprehension of the Heiress, he has been ejected from the will of Heiress, and no longer stands to gain the power of her Cat Kingdom!

        In breaking news, Patokadelphia Heiress has admitted to eating chocolate. A spokesperson for the Chocolate Investigation Crime Unit ( C.I.C.U.) reports that Heiress confessed to having consumed chocolate. Reports are still a sketchy, but it appears Heiress consumed chocolate under duress while being held captive in a corner by hissing cat. It is … See More-also reported that Heiress did not steal the chocolate herself. She has claimed that the chocolate magically appeared at her door with a note from a local Daycare owner stating simply: ” I did this for you “. The Daycare owner in question has not been apprehended at press time

        .Stacy White-Allen *whispers* Daycare owner has gone into hiding in an undisclosed location (her house) and will assuredly plead the fifth. She has many little-bitty alibis (i mean accomplices) to make her case strong.

        In today’s news, C.I.C.U. ( get it *see i see you!ha*) investigators tried to question a fore mentioned Daycare owner. Upon arrival of the not-so-secret lair of the D.O., investigators were malled by what they describe as tiny sucker yeilding oompa lumpa’s. Investigators were last seen running wild on the south side of the Big City. reports suggest they were waving their hands frantically and screaming incoherently. An insider has suggested that members of the C.A.R.S. ( Crazy Ass Riotors Service) unit have been deployed to apprehend the C.I.C.U. Investigators.

        In other news, it has been reported that local River Bottoms Heiress has in fact named the benefactor who stands to inherit the much sought after Cat Kingdom. An anonymous source says that Strawberry Shortcake has in fact been named the new benefactor. This change in the Heiresses will stems from her brother having named the Heiress as the Chocolate thief. The brother, in his much distraught state over this change of the will was found in a creek with hip high boots on in an hysterical state screaming ” WHO WANTS THOSE MANGY CRITTERS ANYWAY!”

        More on this story as it develops, back to you Bob!

        SHUT UP!

        If you know me, or if you follow my blog, then you know I am a HUGE Kid Rock fan.
        Big deal right? I mean most people are a huge fan of someone or something! What makes me any different or special in a fan kind of way? Nothing at all, on a normal day.
        February 12th was NOT a normal day, and neither will April 1rst be.
        April 1rst is the Kid Rock concert my son and I are going to.

        I should probably rewind some of this so everyone else can understand what on earth I am talking about. I’m sure right now it all sounds either crazy or in code.
        Being a member of the Kid Rock fan club, Rebel Soldiers, I was able to enter a contest called ” Once in a Lifetime Fan Opportunity”. Two winners would be picked for each concert venue already on the schedule. No other details. That’s it. So, of course I entered! I entered daily for a week, then they closed the contest.
        Sometime after 9 PM on February 12 th I checked my emails via my phone before going to bed. I had an email that said I was a winner for the concert I had chosen. All I had to do was respond to the email with verification I was in fact a fan club member and I do have a ticket for that concert. My first reply to the email said this: ” SHUT UP! Is this for real!?” To which I received an immediate reply that yes it was in fact for real and please submit the verification requested. So I did.
        I then receive an email telling me what to do on the day of the concert. That’s it! Nothing else.
        Well, at that point I was thinking ” there is no way this is real” Which in checking the fan forum, apparently no one else believed it was real either. For some crazy odd reason, that told me it was in fact real. But why was it so cryptic? No one on the fan forum was talking about their experience at the concerts as winners. Why? Now, it passed cryptic and sailed straight on to creepy.
        In talking with another fan, who won for the concert the night before the concert I won for, we wandered …. Are they kidnapping people? I mean cause Jeepers a Once in a Lifetime Fan Opportunity and no one is posting anywhere about it? No pictures NOTHING! ANYWHERE! So that’s it, now we know…. Someone is kidnapping Kid Rock fans! Great!
        Luckily, someone finally posted!

        It seems they expected way more than what the actual prize ended up being. I think the words they used were something like “complete bullshit, nowhere near the epic experience I thought I was going to get”
        Now, I’m going to stop here to tell you before thinking fans were being kidnapped, I had been saying things like ” I’ll probably get a free hotdog and drink” or ” they will have me mop the stage” because in fact a Once in a Lifetime Fan Opportunity would be anything outside the normal buying a ticket to the concert experience, right? Right!
        Still all the while hoping I’d get to meet him.
        Well, the prize is, during the last song of the concert, the winners for each show get to stand on the stage and clap while Kid Rock signs and performs the last set.
        Now, according to the fan that was completely disappointed, he doesn’t even look the winners way! I hope this isn’t true! I mean if I don’t get to meet him, at least I can say HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME! Of course in my case if he does look right at me it will be because I tripped and fell and knocked something over, probably fall off stage to boot.
        I can see the disappointment. I mean you get all excited and tell everyone that you have won, but you don’t know what you have won. And everyone is ” oh you’ll get to meet him!” Now that I know before hand, I can let everyone know, hey I don’t get to meet Kid Rock, but I do get to make an ass out of myself on stage so take plenty of pictures! I’d been a bit ticked if I hadn’t known and then after the concert been asked ” so did ya get to meet him” ….. I’d have felt like a complete idiot!
        Thank Goodness I only bought a new pair of jeans and not a new pair of shoes too! What a disaster that could have ended up being! 😉
        Who knows, maybe next time!

        Little Red Corvette

        What did that title make you think of?

        Prince circa way back when? Wait, is it still the artist formally known as Prince? I can’t keep up on those things!

        Here’s what my original thought was, a mans MIDLIFE CRISIS! And this would be the visvisualization of THAT thought:

         

         

        Now, I don’t know about you, but I personally think that is just a bunch of bull crap! All the way around. No matter how you look at it, how you break it down. That photo sums up a mans midlife crisis. I don’t mean all men cheat or all men go out and buy a super fast sports car. I can’t say that, I don’t know allmen. However, I do believe a mans midlife crisis, or whatever it is, is completely different then a woman’s.

        Here is how I see this particular point in my life :

        Completely different wouldn’t you say?

        I am NOT more “disguising” looking! I am almost 42 years OLD and not only do I have wrinkles, but I have pimples and blackheads! And not just a few, but a whole face full! Try shopping for face cleaners and spot treatments and makeup when a product for one problem worsens the other problem! It’s a nightmare! I have purposely let ALL the light bulbs burn out over the bathroom vanity! I do not want to see what the mirror has to offer me! ESPECIALLY those extremely long but you can barely see them until your 7 year old points them out chin hairs!!!!!! REALLY!!!!!!!!! This is where a ball bat to mirrors would be a super fun sport, if I wasn’t so superstitious!

        At the ripe ol age of 42, after having given birth to 3 children, I can not sneeze,laugh or cough without having a bladder leak! Yes, I went there. And as long as I am there, ask my 7 year old what happens when I jump on the trampoline! For the past year she asks me periodically if I will jump with her, and she asks with a smile that says ” PLEASE jump with me so I can tell everyone you peed in your pants AGAIN!!!!”

        I also find it strange that with 2 bathrooms in the house, and one out in the building that I am the only one who “gets in trouble” if I lock the bathroom door. All of them, husband included will stand outside that door beating on it hollering ” WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?” like I am a 15 year old boy who’s mom just discovered dads collection of nudie mags had been raided! I mean come on! So, I leave the door unlocked, and in and out they come. I really love it when as I am drying off, because I am the only one in the house who actually dries off as I am getting OUT of the tub, happen to notice that the bathroom door is standing WIDE open. Funny, because I KNOW I shut it when I went in, especially since my almost 13 year old son has his girlfriend and 2 friends over, yup I am positive I shut the door!

        I have no idea what I thought my 40’s would be like, I probably thought I’d never live to be THAT old. But, now that I am here, and moving swiftly towards the mid 40’s I’ll tell you what I WANT it to be like!

        I don’t want to have to do homework anymore! I have been doing homework since I was 5, and by gosh I don’t want to do it anymore! This is why I don’t go back to school myself, I should have many many many degrees by now with all the homework I have had to do for 5 kids!!!!!!! And, we aren’t close to being finished yet! ( with school that is….I am beyond finished with HAVING kids!)

        I want to sleep in EVERYDAY, if I want to! Or, maybe stay up all night doing nothing at all, or reading, or walking thru the grave yard. Yes, I said walking thru the grave yard! Why? I don’t know, maybe to see if it still scares me now that I am old enough to know that NO ONE is going to jump out of the grave and grab me!!!!!

        Today, I might want my hair pink, tomorrow I might want it red and the next day I may want to wear feather ear rings! No, I have NEVER wore feather ear rings because I thought those were the most stupid looking things EVER! And now, I want clogs and feather ear rings, just like Stevie Knicks wore in the 80’s! Next week, I may decide to be a Valley Girl.

         

        The only thing I am real sure of right now at this precise moment is this:

        I don’t mind getting older, but can I please do it on my terms? I’ve spent the last 22 years raising kids, raising a husband, I forgot to be me. I don’t know what I want to be, who I want to be or how I want to be yet.

        Time, please slow down a bit, so I can catch up!

        No More Mr. Nice Repair Guy!

        Well, the washing machine repair kid showed up yesterday! Yes, I said kid, and no it was not the same repair man who has been our washing machines care provider for the past 2 years. Something tells me he begged and pleaded, then ended up having to trade in some of his vacation time to NOT have to come to the aid of our washing machine.

        Here, I must tell you, upon his arrival, we already knew what was wrong with it. Sunday night, Scott took the front cover off to drain and clean out the drain trap thingy. I am telling you it looked like a bomb went off in there. Scott, bless his heart, goes into this long drawn out explanation which had something to do with bearings. And I will be straight out honest, I really didn’t care. The thing is a piece of shit, it has been a piece of shit since we bought it, and that is really all I need to know! Since, I am being honest, I was in the middle of TRYING NOT to burn dinner, which I was about half successful with, as well as attempting to watch the football game in hopes of Tebow getting his ass handed to him! So, when Scott comes to me with a pan of water to ask if I see all the little metal bearing shavings, I just nod my head and curse at myself for having let my roast in the oven get all dried up. Now to me, what I saw in the bottom of that pan, all be it I only glanced for a half of a milli- second, but it appeared to me to be coal dust. ( which I will try not to get on that rant at this moment) I mean, what do I know or what do I WANT to know about bearings? NOTHING! ZIP! ZILCH! On into supper and even well after supper the washing machine discussion continues. Which goes from bearings to front loaders to balancing the load to my thoughts on front loaders in general and my opinion of what the repair and warranty company will and won’t cover, based on our over all in general lack of good luck all the way around. Scott was amazed that due to what he seen had happened within the inter-makings of  the washing machine that the thing didn’t freeze up and lock up. I said IT DID! And I called them, the woman told me to unplug it for 60 seconds, which I did, she then told me to plug it back in, which I did, and SHAZAM! The washing machine came back on, unlocked! I just stood there and looked at that like, well I’ll be damned who’d a thought! And then went back about my laundry duties!

        Now comes the repair kid. I take him to the washing machine, go thru pretty much all of the above, minus a few things. He then goes into this long drawn out explanation using technically correct words, or phrases, that I have never heard before in my life, about the bearings failing ( which all that means is whatever in the heck bearings are, fell out of where they are suppose to be) which when that happened it cracked the tub, not drum to which I referred to it as and he quickly corrected me, which then threw the whole tub out of balance which then busted the balancing arm thingy (which is not the technical term, and which looks nothing like what you would picture anything that has the word arm in it to look like). Apparently, I am one who’s facial expressions pretty much says it all. Because after his technical break down. He says ” o.k., here let me show you” so on his little micro computer thing, he pulls up an illustration, ( see I can use technical terms) of this exact make of washing machine and how each part fits together. LIKE I REALLY CARE!!!???? Again, it’s a piece of shit, it has been a piece of shit, we all know that, now what in the hell is someone going to do about it? That’s all I need to know, cause I have laundry stacking up to the ceiling!!!!!! Once he has finished with his technical break down, I say to him ” I bet 90% of your washing machine repair calls are on front loaders” to which he replies in a very serious manner, ” Actually, all of our washing machine repair calls are on front loaders, 90% would be on this particular make of Whirlpools front loaders” HMPF! Take that he thinks, so I retreat to my couch and turn on Tabetha Takes Over on Bravo!!!!! Snot nosed little kid using technical terms putting me in my place for having bought a cheap ass front loader!!!!!

        He takes the thing apart, apparently just to justify that what all I explained to him, along with Scotts input when he came in, as well as what he had explained to each of us, was in fact what had happened. According to him, on that 90% of repair calls to this particular make or model or both of Whirlpools front loaders more then 50% is the bearings failing. Let me tell you, there is something a whole lot more then “failing” going on when whatever the heck a bearing is can completely destroy a plastic TUB  and concrete balancing arm thingy! Well, his and Scotts assumption of what had happened was indeed verified. After putting all the parts back together, which seemed completely pointless to me, and calling whoever it was that has to approve or disapprove everything, this kid comes to me and says ” they have deemed your washer uneconomically repairable due to the severe damage caused by a failed bearing” ( mossy those are actually his exact words, cause he read it right off the paper he gave me!) I am suppose to call them today so someone can offer me a replacement deal. Which probably means I am going to get screwed, so I figure I might as well go ahead and ask if they have any 1972 olive green or harvest gold top loaders available while I got them in the mood to wheel and deal an offer!

        And let me tell you I am sooooooooo glad we could NOT afford the front loader STEAM washing machine! Picture THAT! Not only would we now have miniaturized doll clothes in our closet but poor Christian would be on standby at the fire department ALL the time!

        Oh, and in case you don’t already know, Tebow did NOT get his ass handed to him….in overtime with the first possession, Tebow handed the Steelers their asses. And in the midst of all the washing machine discussions, I did not find out who plays the damn cheese heads this weekend, but whoever it is, I will be rooting for them in hopes they hand Rodgers his ass!

        August 2, 2017

        This is a very old post, but the whole washer ordeal continues to haunt me. Since this washing machine left my torturous clutch, so have two more washers. I am now on the very last MODERN washing machine my husband will ever pay money for. I am just not sure why I continue to torture poor washing machines. I suppose it is much the same as I continue to burn food beyond recognition. Well, that is until I got this new stove that I can actually set to turn off when time is up. PLUS it signs to me until I take the food out! But, that is a whole different Julie issue.

        Enjoy Today my friends!

        From My Diary January 26 2012

        What a morning, I tell you! Thursday is my ” have to be at work at 7 AM day” this semester. Because the only way to torture eager minds with the complexity of Anatomy and Physiology is to do it at 8 AM. Last night I went to bed extremely earlier, because I worked myself up into a real nasty migraine. In doing this, Chloe ended up in our bed, which left Scott to sleep in her bed. His alarm went off at 3:30, waking him up is just as nightmarish as waking a hibernating bear before Spring! However, I did make his lunch for him this morning. Then I went back to bed, he had to make his own breakfast. Couldn’t go back to sleep. I went in to check on the fire, decided, I didn’t really care today if it was lit or not, thinking maybe I’ll give it a good clean out when I get home today, then again, maybe I will just attempt to drag it outside!!! After getting ready, I had to get the kids up. Trent, actually got right up and was ready in record time, that is a first….ever!!!!! Chloe, well, Chloe was Chloe. She had a specific outfit that she had planned for the day, and since I did not do a damn thing yesterday, the shirt was in the dirty laundry. Before I tell her this, I go back to her room and find a shirt with Edward on it…….and surprisingly, she did not throw a fit! ( she herself has never seen a Twilight movie, she has seen all the different hypes about all of it, her sister Sincere, however has seen the movies and now has a huge crush on Edward…….I believe this is why we did not have any issues over the change in shirts!) So, we are all ready and heading out the door…..Chloe stops, looks me over and says ” EXACTLY WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE SHOES!” and of course, it was with the whole attitude thing, that by now, I don’t think I even need to describe! I said ” Goodwill” to which she responds with ” YOU WENT TO GOODWILL SHOPPING, GOT A PAIR OF SHOES AND DIDN’T GET ME ANYTHING? WHAT ELSE DID YOU GET?” I told her no I didn’t get her anything, she didn’t need anything right now, and she knew I have been going there looking for a pair of black flats to wear to work cause I HATE high heels! And I also mistakenly told her I bought dad a couple sweat shirts. She proclaimed, as she often does, which sooooo reminds me of another daughter, ” I AM TELLING DAD ON YOU!” I just shrugged my shoulders, as I always do and said ” ok”. It is then that she switches gears and says, ” I really like that sweater Mom” to which I thank her. * now i am shaking my head * she then says ” When you “outgrow” it, can I have it” I tell her, ” sure you can, and maybe by then you can figure out how in the hell you are actually suppose to wear it!” ( it’s one of those damn wrap around things that you can wear it like 7 different ways, and I can’t figure out 1 way to wear it properly, so I used a hair tie!) Now, she notices my socks….she says ” you do realize those socks are for Halloween, right?” I take a deep breath, cause at this point, I just want some coffee, VERY VERY strong coffee, and I am so tired of discussing my wardrobe with my almost 7 year old!!!!!! I tell her, yes I do, but without turning all the lights on in the bedroom and waking you up, they were the only black pair I could find. She shrugs her shoulders and replies with ” ok as long as you know!” So, we actually make it to the car now, we go to Trade Mart first, where both of them put in their “order” when I get back in the car, Chloe exclaims ” So, Mom, WHAT IS UP WITH YOUR HAIR TODAY?!” * dear lord, please give me strength, amen* I answer by reminding her that my flat iron does not work, she sarcastically replies ” is the blow dryer broke too”…….I do believe I banged my head on the steering wheel! Trent of course is laughing, and he had changed my music from KR to some screamo crap….which made my head pound!!!! I took a deep breath and explained, no the blow dryer was not broke, but with the rain and the humidity, it does me absolutely no good to try and straighten it with JUST the blow dyrer. She kind of made a hmpf noise and I swear I could hear her eyes rolling….probably thinking, well if I was you I would have at least TRIED! We FINALLY make it to Mother and Dads…….. NO COFFEE! Then Laci comes out and kind of looks at me side ways, and I say WHAT!!!??? I told you my flat iron doesn’t work anymore!!!!!! Bless her heart, she came out and said, ” Here, I have an extra one!!” HA!!!!!! It must REALLY BE THAT BAD!!!!!! Get to work, look at my slacks, I have something sticky all over them!!!!!! I don’t even know what it is, or where it came from. So, today I am just a flat out MESS!!!!!!!!!!!

        BIG HAIRY WEAVE!

             You may wanna buckle up for this one. This “happened” from one of those blonde meets attention span impaired slammed into I was so doing something else!
             See, that alone probably made you want to sit down. Unfortunately, it’s true.
             I had 7 different things on my mind, I was trying to get my husbands lunch ready for him to take to work, plus I was trying to remember that cool song I heard on the way home from work. My plans were to mow, and I was getting rather aggrevated I hadn’t made it outside yet. My sister in law text me about then, asked if I had heard “Redeemed” by …….oh man * shakes my head* Big Daddy Weave, man I hope that is right. I told her no, but I’d look it up was also going to look up that boating song as well. She replied with “Pontoon”, hmpf!
        So, quickly, before I totally forgot, I looked them both up, downloaded them, then went about what I was doing.
             Finally, I made it to mowing.
             I’ll skip straight to Redeemed, it comes on and I started crying. Simply put, it moved me. I stopped the mower, text my sister in law, now I can not remember the exact text itself, but it was something to the effect that I LOVED that Redeemed song by Big Hairy Weave! I tried to remember who she had said, I really really did. All I could remember was Big and Weave…..well who would have thought Daddy fit in between those two words?!? Only word that made sense to me was Hairy…..hence Big Hairy Weave!
             Now that is how Big Hairy Weave was born. I want you to understand, I had already visualized Big Hairy Weave. This really is nowhere close to the exact visualization :

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        But then, neither was what I saw in his video!
             About 2 weeks later, I am sitting in church and someone got up on stage with their guitar and busted out playing Redeemed. Thank goodness I was sitting in the back, I nearly lost it……he didn’t look like Big Hairy Weave either.
             Finally, being the good sister in law she is, broke it down to me. Big……cause he’s a big guy, Daddy…….cause he’s a dad, Weave……hmpf, apparently his last name is Weaver!
             He will forever be Big Hairy Weave to us, we may even have to send him one of those hats with the dreads sewn in!

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