Waiting...

I spend a lot of my time in life waiting.

• Waiting for the heathens to nap
• Waiting for the heathens to wake up
• Waiting for Rashad to go to work so I can have a peaceful afternoon
• Waiting for Rashad to get home from work so I can stop worrying that something happened
• Waiting for dinner to finish cooking
• Waiting for the fairy to show up and wash the dishes
• Waiting to for the washer/dryer to finish up
• Waiting for the fairy to fold and put away the clothes

You get the idea. 

The worst is waiting for Rashad to call and say he is in his truck on the way home.  Like tonight for instance, he is supposed to be off by 10pm and I usually get a call from him around 10:10pm.  No call.  I wait.  Still no call.  11pm I call him.  No answer.  I wait.  11:05 he calls and says sorry, there was a shooting and he had to wait for the tow truck to take the victim's car away. 

Every night there is some great reason, promise.  It isn't normal at all.  Sometimes I wonder if he should have stayed at shitty Nissan (sorry Misty and Heather! <3).  He complained about Nissan every day I think......for real.  His body hurt, and as well it should when you are sticking a 260lb man into a sardine can in trim.  You can't understand unless you hear someone complain about Truck Trim ruining every joint they have. 
Anyway, I know our life is so much more stable monetarily from him taking the buyout, but he didn't get shot at when he was in the plant.  I am not saying someone won't go ape shit in there, just didn't happen while he was employed by Nissan.

He should be home in about 5 minutes and then will proceed to get on my nerves asking me to warm up his dinner (like he can't do it himself).  And I will wait to go to bed until all the toys in the living room are picked up.  Still waiting on that fairy.

Goals

Sometimes (who am I kidding, every time) I am not good at following goals that I set for myself.  But there is always time to start being an overachiever!  Here is the skinny on some of my deepest thoughts for today.  Maybe we shouldn't call them goals but ideas.

• I plan to read a book a month this year.  I set this goal low.  I miss reading so much!  I was telling my friend Heather that I am dumbing down bec/ of lack of literature in my life.  So Katie and I set a low goal and are going to get back to our nerdy roots.  I finished book one and it was precious.  A light enjoyable read - and the best part was it was free through Amazon on the kindle app! The book is Always the Baker, Never the Bride By Sandra Bricker.  Reading it on my little Itouch screen isn't so bad either.  I would prefer my mom give me her Ipad or nook though :)  ooh and I just downloaded the Nook app and have access to my mom's full library now!  Word!
• I plan to not let my husband be so annoying.  I kid.  Kinda.  I know he was born this way and can't help it -- but seriously how can one person be so loving and kind one minute and such a dick the next. 
• And moving on....Weight loss is always an amazing goal.  Katie and I did really well last year.  I lost 45lbs total (ya I gained every bit of that while incubating Zavier).  I hit the one year mark and lost it all so Jake couldn't say that i was just fat for no reason.  Just in case you didn't know, if you haven't lost your prego weight by the end of year one, you can't use that as an excuse.  It is like written in stone somewhere.  lols 
• Get my tata's all fixed!  Wootie wootie.  I don't know how it is all going to work out with the weird job sitch I have going on now, but sheesh i want these girls fixed already.  Reduction city with a little implant action.  I want to be a perfect - if not on the smaller side - DD.  I was a "DD" (probably more like a small DDD before I got prego and jacked my body up) before kids and would like to be one again.  I think i would like weird with small boobs.  It wouldn't fit my frame.  I so want to be able to buy a Victoria's Secret bra again. 
• I hope my job situation calms down.  I hate not having control obviously, and I hate people messing with my money.  If i lived in LA I would slash my Boss's tires on her BMW the company pays for.  This bitch has some serious KARMA coming her way and I can't wait for it to hit her in the face.  So meanwhile I got another certification and my resume and cover letter are primed and ready to go. 
• The thought of going back to work makes me want to puke.  I haven't had a "job" (for lack of a better word) since 2003.  Crazy right?  I have worked for myself for sooooooo long.  Even when I worked on the Lauder Regional team it was on my schedule.  My goal has to been to stay home with the kids until they get to Kindergarten at least.  I refuse to pay daycare even though preschool is basically just that.  They just use a fancy term for payment "tuition" lol  I am not ready to leave my boys without their mommy.

More on all this later.

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I would like to welcome my other new reader Sarah.  Both Recee and Sarah are loooooooooong time friends of mine. 

• Recee is my sorority sister.  We both love(d) black guys and hip hop music and good food.  Both of us played high school sports and liked to torment people in college playing intramurals.  She is a peach who had a shittastic 2010.  I know 2011 will be so much better for her!
• Sarah is my sister by chance.  We met at the clinique counter where she was a total bitch to me because I was white, she is brown, and I couldn't pronounce Yvette Saiz (our old boss) correctly.  I mean really!!  lol  She has an amazing 2010 - finally married her man and is a happy little person.  Little bec/ I am certain while she does have big boobies she is not quite clearing 5 ft tall.  Presh.

Anywho...Christmas was wonderful.  My favorite part is DJ's excitement and love for all things Santa, Christmas, Christmas lights, Christmas cookies and Christmas tree's.  Presh.  He loves his police car and gets into it every time he goes in the garage.  Wonderful holiday.

I ate my ass off every day.  That cracker candy is off the heazy and I ate enough for a small army.  Yum.  I also mastered Chess pie (thanks Aunt Peg).  Good stuff.

I have managed to find my way back to the gym.  Jake enjoys torturing me more than a person should.  And I enjoy being reminded that I am fat and did it to myself.  lol  We have a super relationship.  As long as I continue to lose weight so i can get my boobs fixed I totally don't care.

More later...

Picked up a reader

Thanks for joining Reece!  I love this.  I hope you get a few laughs from my posts! 
Love.

Cry much?

I am so efrickinmotional!  Sheesh, I am starting to annoy myself.  I am sure if I call Katie in tears one more time she will most likely divorce my ass.  Wait, she can't.  lol

Background:
My parents didn't know how to be parents together and so I got the short end of all sticks.  I was not raised near my Grandparents or their sunday breakfasts, friday chinese food dinners, holiday gatherings, or any other family setting as such.  My grandparents are the only glue that holds the Gannon's together.  They kept the peace.  I didn't get to grow up with this normalcy. 

My grandmother is apparently going through her things and divvying them up amongst the grandchildren etc.  I got my first little package this week and have been crying about it since.  I am not ready for her to go yet.  And there needs to be more detail that I am not ready to invest.  I will save that for a later blog.

Memories I adore about my Grandma Gannon:

• Up until she moved into the nursing home she still used the same brown china that she had used my whole life!  And the same glasses that were a yellowish kind of glass.  I love that.  Such continuity.  When I went back to Seattle for Grandpa's funeral I sat at the table and cried eating on her brown plates.  Mostly  because that is one of the constants in my life and there were not many others.  And we are talking about plates people!!  They are vintage 70's McCoy Brown drip dinnerware.  lol

• My Grandma ate Golden Grahams for breakfast every single day.  In their old house (that they lived in for 50 years) the cereal boxes were always in the lower cupboard.  And Grandma would fix me a bowl of GG to eat with her, in those beautiful brown bowls.  And she was never fat, so GG can't be bad right?
• I have a few fond memories of playing in the basement at the old house.  There was these wonderful bigger barbie and ken cowboy/cowgirl dolls with horses and a horse trailer.  Oh how I loved them.  They had brown bodies with turquoise rubber vests.  Rubber chaps could be removed and cowboy hats.  I would fight anyone to play with them.  And always wished I had something like them at home.
• Grandma always said, "oooooooh ya" when she agreed with something.  It is precious and I wish you guys could hear her say it.  Her voice is so ingrained in my memory even though a ton of our communication was through cards/letters.
• My Grandma never missed one of my birthdays, not even when Grandpa had died in September.  Growing up I would get a dollar for each year of my age.  We may have moved all over the country and nothing was ever the same......but I could always count on a birthday card from Grandma.  I am certain I haven't ever gotten a card from my dad on time.  Just sayin.

More for a later post.

Southern cook....not so much?

Paula Dean is full of shit. 

She is all rosy cheeked, chicklet teethed, full of butter and mayo and her recipe books are not accurate in any way shape or form.  I call bullshit.

So I tried to make her chess pie recipe not once, but twice.  Both times were a FAIL!
No matter how long you cook the pie it is still like a bowl full of jelly and never solidifies. 

So I called Aunt Peg (Rashad's aunt by marriage that can cook the shit out of some food).  She gave me her recipe and tricks of the trade to know when it is ready.....I am lucky there were any measurements because I am pretty sure she spouted it from memory.  lol  Pinch here and a pinch there if you know what I mean.  Anyway, it is not a damn bit like old fat Paula's recipe.  So when Rashad gets home with the vinegar I will attempt my 3rd try at this shit.  I will be the perfect Southern wife!!  lols (Yall, meaning my 2 readers) know I don't mean that literally.

Let's hear those sleigh bells ringaling....

I sure do love some Christmas.  It is the happiest of all happy holidays.  Especially happy because I have my own family that i can create new traditions and continue traditions of old with.  DJ is at the perfect age to enjoy everything about Santa and the magic of it all!  And he loves Jesus and the bible also.  lol  At least that is what he told me.

So I baked a bunch of stuff yesterday and today.  I used my brand new Kitchen aid mixer that i got from Lowe's for 90% off, which is amazing in itself.  I made 6 dozen peanut butter cookies, a chess pie and cracker candy .  The cracker candy is like crack for reals!!  Ooh weeee it is so easy to make and so easy to eat.  it goes down real real good.

Being able to make a good chess pie is what will be the deciding factor in me being a "good southern wife".  lol  Right.

Anyhoo....
We took the boys to The Polar Express in Chattanooga this week.  DJ lurved it and Zavier lurved the gingerbread cookies (both of them).