More Friday Mish-Mash

I have eluded snarky comments thus far on my blog... but they may be coming. I recently read a post on "that site" that pissed me off- you know (most of you know) that site. Wink, wink, nudge! If you have NO clue what I'm talking about, you won't learn today, so go away.

Anyways, for all my pals that are left I will condense the happenings:

I bought something (7 of them) "out from under" someone who couldn't get their crap together long enough to purchase them for their own use. Now, they belittle and bemoan and be-bitch ME every freakin time I stumble across a post from them on that site (which I deleted from favorites today- y'all are here anyways!). So I made a little snarky comment below their post. Why...? Because my bitch shoes are on, sister (my favorite new accessories by the way)!!. So nanny-nanny booboo!

Ok, now that the above bidnez is squared away let's continue!

Many of you will notice that I am back on the net. Thank goodness too because my mom's house is less than pleasant- any time of year! I hooked DSL up all by myself (gotta earn that nerd score!). I was starting to have withdrawals... I do everything online. If I could cook supper online (other than ordering pizza!) I would.

I'm supposed to come up with a list of questions for Dr. Letz Biopsy as to WTH we will learn from said biopsy, his downtime (aka practice for 3rd child), and other crap. I can't really think of anything besides those except "Does you bank accept bits o' kidney for car payment? ".

I hate doctors. You can tell that from the previous paragraph and previous rants. I think they are all idiots. My reason for thinking this: They say they "don't know what in the world could have possible caused his kidneys to secrete this amount of creatinine". Google it Dr. Turd- just like I did. Uncontrolled blood pressure puts you at risk for kidney disease/failure. Combine that with a high powered blood pressure medicine given without prior testing of renal function and wha-laa... you got yourself a screwed up hubby.

I was supposed to be taking Faith to Clemson, SC for a horse show today. My dad practically begged me to let him take Faith, so I was like "POOF, be gone father!". The last thing I wanted to do was drive 2 hours to see my ex-husband. If anything, I'd prefer to drive 2 hours in entirely the opposite direction JUST to be farther away from him. This just in: I have just learned that my social butterfly Faith has made comfy in a $200k horse trailer with a new pal (my dad described* her as "Small Blonde Meg**") whose dad was Mayor around here. My ex seems to have scored some nice clientele. Keep those checks rollin' in bad boy!

*My father always describes people's features with names. My "tag" was always, "This is my daughter, the Moose!" because I have always had a large, athletic frame (that was later upholstered with baby fat).

** Small Blonde Meg reminds me that now I do the same thing- kind of. When I chat with Jef about you gals I always have a description after your name for the inevitable clueless look he gives me.

Ok, last but not least a photo:



Before we were dating, at a real estate bash. I thought he looked hot in a tux, plus he kept touching my bare back... too sexy! Later, after we got married he said something like, "I thought you were tremendously hot, but I was married! So I just touched your back for the heck of it all!"