Showing posts with label Piece of shit house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Piece of shit house. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Hi!?! Anyone still there? (tap tap tap)

Sorry that I've been gone awhile. Here are a few reasons why....







Oh and then there is this whole thing hanging over our heads....




Then our sweet little Misty Girl had to have emergency surgery....




Oh and then my very best friend in the whole wide universe went and killed herself with absolutely no warning....




Needless to say, I've been a little pre-occupied. Will any of you still be here? Obviously, I have a lot of stories to tell......


Kaila

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

More unfortunate conversations with the OilyBeauHunk....

So President Obama was in mah hood today. I watched the whole thing at work on my computer. My man took his little "hurricane TV" to work with him so he could watch in his Jeep at lunch. Did y'all see McDonald's boy? Good Lord.

So tonight, we were discussing the townhall meeting.

Man: I would have hit McDonald's boy square in the face and then raised my hand for a question.

me: OK, and then what?

Man: I would say, "Mr. President, what, exactly are you going to do with people like us whose home is worth less than half of their mortgage? "

me: He addressed that honey, he will be making a statement in the next two weeks about the mortgage crisis.

Man: Horseshit, I would raise my hand again and say "You are here in the foreclosure capital of the country to tell us what you are going to do, I want an answer now."

me: No, Honey, that is not exactly why he was here. He was here to talk about the stimulus package.

Man: What? Well then, that's when I would go batshit crazy -

me: (cutting him off) and that is when the Secret Service would escort you out swiftly and quietly.

Man: "Don't tase me bro!"


laughter..............

ps: Zane's big take on the day? "All those motorcycles were cool!"



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Monday, February 9, 2009

Brain Fart - Yo!

Hi All!
This is my 100 year old cat Mad Hettie.




She is demonstrating how I feel right now - and she's doing it well.....




Poor kitteh.....



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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I'm dreaming of a White Trash Christmas

**news flash**

**According to Jenny the Bloggess, 4 kittens were strangled because I wrote this post**

one must note that The Bloggess doesn't need traffic from me because she rocks (and I don't get any traffic, but the awesomeness is relevant (crap that's 5 kittens)


The little window in our door fell out and broke last week. It was no big deal as our weather has been awesome and the screen is still in place. Not to mention we were going to get a new window this weekend.
Well the temperature is expected to fall to 39 tonight.
As I was cooking dinner, the Oilybeauhunk was doing something "crafty", and by "crafty" I mean I am using too many "quotation marks" and he is doing something "redneckish" or "white trashy" if you will.

I turn to find a cut up Coors Light box duct taped into the slot of the missing window.

"Why don't you put tin foil up in the living room windows while you're at it, hon?"

"That would be awesome because it's sparkly" he says.

My "My Name is Earl" accent kicks in:

"Fer sure 'cuz it's just tinsel dat ain't been sliced up yet."

"We can hang empty beer cans up for bells and windchimes and use beer tabs for ornaments on the tree" he says.

"Awesome, dude, how about taking bottle caps and drilling little holes for the tree lights to fit through for more sparkle?" I say.

Even more awesome -

"We could cut cans in half for votive candles - that would make for nice ambiance."

"The levels we could take this are endless!!!!!!!"

Where's the dremel? Christmas will be cheap this year - And Sparkly!

Do you like my temporary window?



Friday, September 5, 2008

Open Letter to Hurricane Ike

Dear Ike,
Please, please speak to your cousin Hurricane Charley before you visit my home. Charley was kind enough to send a 100 year old Oak tree crashing through my roof, and I was kind of hoping that you, dear Hurricane Ike, could pack a bigger punch and wreak a little more havoc on this God forsaken house. I know, I know, we got a new roof and a new kitchen out of the deal, but the thing is? - We Hate This House. Of course spare me, and GWLH and OBH and the stupid dogs and cats.
But the house? Yeah, we're done with it.

Thank you and see ya Tuesday - or maybe Wednesday.

Kaila