I know...I know...

I know you guys want to cuss me out for being gone for awhile.

I haven't really been on Twitter and I've been MIA on this blog for awhile.

I don't really have a good excuse but just like my kids, I'm gonna pull one out of my ass.

Ummm...let me see which one works better...

I KNOW!....I have been majorly busy and haven't had time to tweet or blog.

No, that's a big-time lie.

Uhhh....I've been sick and haven't been able to get out of bed or do anything productive?

No, that's a lie too. (although, I have been feeling pretty crappy in my throat lately)

Alright, I'll just say it.

I've been addicted to facebook.

There, I've said it.

No, not staring at my long lost friend's pictures and hoping they would pop up in the chat list so I can catch them for a chat.

Nope, I was playing Farmville and Yoville.

I know they are child(ish) games but my brother called me up one night and I was already asleep. He asks me about farmville and told me to check it out (and he's OLDER than me). I went back to sleep but you know when I woke up I checked it out and started playing.

Damn addicting games.

I won't get into it but that's where I've been. Although, I have to say I have a pretty sweet farm back in Farmville but for some reason my friends in Yoville keep asking me to "take it slow" and "come back tomorrow". All I wanted was another kiss.

Oh, yeah..the catching up with old friends is nice too.

So, What's been going on with me you ask?

Workin, same ole same ole.

Devyn has started playing football. Tackle football. He's 8.

Right now, he's too nice. He is either afraid to get hit or afraid to hit someone else. We'll have to work on that.
See @studiogenious he does look cute...to me. (check out my boy's blog: The Infamous Nobody. He's got the insight on why men do what they do on his ManFive Fridays).

So here's Devyn at practice.....so cute.


Here he is at his first game. Not sure if he knows what he's doing but still...ughhh..so cute.

He's here at his first high school pep rally. No, he's not a child genious (yet), his coach took him to his high school and it was the homecoming pep rally. Devyn's team was mentioned as the upcoming Wolverines.

look at that sweet face..

I've also been nursing sick dogs. Chupa and Roary have been sick and I've been going back and forth from the vet with them.

Here's Roary. He was throwing up for days and I had to take him to the vet and hope he wouldn't die. I wouldn't be able to handle that again.

He was barely able to drink water days later. He still threw it up.

Then Chupa got sick. He got Parvo. I'm guessing Roary had it too but the vet said No.

I had about a week and a half of doggie vomit and sickness.


I'm so glad they are better now.

NOW, I want to tell you a story:

Saturday, Angel got rained out from work and came home and told me about a tiny black kitten that hangs around his work yard (an hour away from home). He says it comes around all the time and meows and they feed it and it hangs around his truck.

I was like, cool..you gonna bring it home?

He said,... maybe, if I see it tomorrow when I go to work, I might bring it home.

Alright, done.

So, I'm napping and a little while later, Dom comes and wakes me up to tell me that there was a kitten outside the house.

He brings it in and Angel recognizes it as the kitten from his work (an hour away from home).

Apparently, the kitten hitched a ride somewhere in Angel's engine (without getting chopped up) and survived and hour long ride on the highway all the way to my house.

(WHAT?! Angel was going to bring him to me anyway)

Angel may seem like a big barbaric heavy metal dude but you guys don't see him cuddling these animals.

It was meant to be.

I also want to officially give my sincerest CONGRATS to Dana over at Boy Oh Boy!

She's just had her 6th baby boy and I can't see how she does it! I am wishing her all the love and joy and patience. Check her out and give her some support and advice and whatever coupon sites you guys have.

Lazy...

So...I have this friend...

(Yes, the same friend who likes those glitter panties)

Anyway...

Let me tell you guys....she's super LAZY. I have honestly never met anyone THAT lazy. I'm going to give you one example.:

She knows how to rearrange her bedroom so that her necessities are within reach from the bed. I've seen her not get off the bed for anything unless she has to pee, shower or get something from the kitchen. When she's completed those tasks, she heads back to the comfort of her bed

(at least it looks comfortable, I wouldn't know. Like I said, it's my lazy friend we're talking about).

You remember those glitter panties I told you about earlier? Well, there just happens to be glitter all over the remote controls for the TV and cable...as well as the remote for the air condition.

Yup.

Her underwear drawer has become her bedside table. She sticks her cans of Cheladas in there when she's watching TV. She sticks anything she is drinking there in her drawer. All she has to do is move the glittering things over a little and make some room in the corner and "VOILA"...lazy bedside table.

She just leans over and never has to leave the bed.

There have been candy wrappers in there. Maybe that's why her glitter things smell like chocolate.

It's AWESOME!

(...err....from what she's told me.)

I think it's practical.

Now, if only that drawer could triple as a bedside commode...

Okay...maybe that might be pushing it a little bit.

She's still LAZY!

So what, she's my friend, who am I to judge?

Might be winning the lotto in the future folks...

And please, don't come leaving comments on my blog THEN asking for handouts.



Thanks in advance.

(I'm just practicing being a rich bitch..hee hee)

I bet you're all wondering why I'm planning on being rich (hopefully soon) and will be snubbing my face up to the rest of the world while I'm sitting on my YACHT sipping champagne.

Well, maybe not on a yacht because I get sea sick and probably not sipping champagne because I don't really drink that stuff either (unless you count New Years when EVERYONE is sipping out of those fake, plastic champagne glasses you get from the dollar store).

ANYWAY....

My rich ass is going to be doing something that rich people do. I don't currently know what that is but...mark my words.

So, this is why:

Devyn came to me the other day and told me that he sees things before they happen.


I was like: What do you mean?

...and he took a deep breath and sighed and said...,


"I see some things in my head and maybe like a week later it happens for real. It happens a lot and it happened today at school. I dreamed about a friend and the same thing happened."


Me: *blink*, *blink*

Me: Oh, ok...How long has this been going on?


Devyn: For awhile, but I only see them in my dreams.


So, I'm not alarmed at all.

I say: Okay, well if you come across any numbers in your dreams, write them down so momma can go to the store and bubble in some numbers.

Maybe if I have him carry around the lotto bubble paper and a pencil, something will inspire him?!

It's worth a shot.

Later, I'm sitting here processing what he's telling me because, well, Dom mentioned something like that in passing the other day and I blew it off because he keeps changing who he is, i.e. Skater, Rocker, Emo and now he's trying to be Wicca. I know it's just a phase but I told him that the only thing he is going to be is GRADES! That is what matters right now or you will end up being a BUM.

Anywhoo...

I told Angel this and he says, "Well, you remember that guy who came to our house and told us that Devyn was going to be able to see stuff later on?"

Ummm, I remember the man and exactly how he was because he was claiming to be psychic. Angel then reminded me that he told us this WHILE I was pregnant with Devyn. And then I remembered...oh yeah..

SO.....That's my plan people. My 'get rich quick" scheme. Unless this takes all his life. I don't have that long.

OR (please Lord, please don't let this be the case)..Unless he's like this:



Now, I love this show and all but I'm out for the riches. I don't EVER see her predicting any lotto numbers. Just a bunch of dead people wanting her to solve their murders.



I don't want to see any of these around and I don't want Devyn telling me that one might be standing behind me.



I think if we all just pray together then we can send money happy thoughts to Devyn so that my plan will be already in motion.

I can't do this alone, people.

WISH ME AND DEVYN LUCK!!

GLITTER PANTIES

Now, I know what you guys are thinking.."Sheila's gonna talk about her underwear".

NOOOO, C'mon.

What kind of girl do you guys think I am?!

Anyway...

See, I have this friend and she has this problem.

She loves wearing underwear with glitter on them. She thinks they are cute and sexy and they make her feel cute and sexy...and...

What?! That's what she told me!

Back to her problem, she says when she wears the glitter panties that she ends up with glitter all over her nether regions. Now, I, personally wouldn't know what she's talking about. So, anyway, she goes on to tell me about how sometimes she wakes up in the morning while wearing the glitter panties and she has glitter on her eye lids and on her cheek and on the bottom of her feet. I don't know how she gets it all over the place. But it's all over the place and throughout her covers.

At least this is what she tells me.

She claims to have a drawer full of them so there is always glitter flying all over the place. God forbid she should wash her glitter panties with Angel's work clothes...I mean, with her husband's clothes...if she has one.

Let's keep in mind that my friend isn't exactly shopping at Frederick's of Hollywood or even Victoria's Secret for these super cute panties. So I guess she gets what she pays for.

Well, I don't really know how much she paid for them because I don't know her like that to be all up in her finances and stuff.

Anyway.

Just wanted to let you guys know what's going on with me.

I mean.....my friend.

Sharkathon 2009

Well, we did it.

Angel and I went to the Sharkathon Fishing Tournament in Corpus Christi, Texas.

We really had a good time.

Here's the check-in. Yeah. We thought we were the shit when we got there. We knew we were going to catch a crap load of fish (maybe even a shark) and come away with the 10,000 grand prize.

I had a feeling something was going to happen when I woke up that morning. You know those feelings you get when something might go wrong? Well, yeah. We get there and a little while later I start feeling horrible. I mean..HORRIBLE. I start feeling body aches and my throat starts to feel tickly. I know I'm going to come down with a fever. THIS SUCKS!!

We are out on the beach with no medicine. SO, I called our boy Adam who lives there in Corpus. He comes to the rescue with meds, beer and Ice.

Here he is with Angel. Both of them showing off their tattoos and acting a fool.

You remember Adam from THIS time...right?

Alright. Meds downed and the next day we get to fishing. Here's our setup. Of course, you know THIS DIVA has to have it set up right because I know from past experiences that I will turn into a true B-I-T-C-H if I have to sleep all whacked out on the beach.

Only thing is..we left at 5 am and we had planned on stopping by the storage to pick up the tent and a few other necessities. Unfortunately, our storage isn't open 24 hrs so we didn't have a tent. We had to stop at Academy and buy another one. Much smaller and much cheaper.

Notice how ingenious it was to put the tent (along with queen size air mattress I managed to squeeze in it) UNDER the canopy?

Yeah, that was MY idea.

It's a good thing too because the first night...IT RAINED HARD.

Angel was passed out but I was laying in the tent next to him just looking up at the canopy hoping it wouldn't leak because we didn't have the rain guard on the tent.

We didn't get wet at all.

Here we have our restroom/shower area. Angel blocked it off from the traffic of cars that drive by all of the time. The only open area is facing the dunes. As long as no one comes over the dunes, they will not see any nakedness. No, we didn't use beach water to shower with. Angel brought along this huge container of clean water and it was luke-warm. We took Awesome under the open sky showers at night. It was a little weird standing naked out in the open but it was refreshing.

Here we have our living area. Not much since most of our stuff is still in storage. But we weren't there much anyway.

ALRIGHT...ON TO FISHING..

Angel has the poles set up for us. My four on the left and his 4 on the right. This way our lines won't get tangled when we have them out there.

Yes, we had to wade way out into the water in order to cast our lines. The water was great. Usually I don't go into the water. As soon as my feet get wet and touch the cold water I'm sprinting back to the beach and the chairs.

OHHHHH!! I caught something!! Hurry! Hurry! We need to get the camera out and document it so that we can enter it into the competition!

Huh? What is that white thing around my waist? Yeah, I know what it looks like. It's to hold the pole. Do you know how hard it is to be out there holding your rod and trying to reel in the fish?

It looks funny, I know but still, it serves its purpose.

CHECK IT OUT PEOPLE!

Yes, I know how to fish!

Now let's see....the rules state you have to hold the ruler against the fish just like so....

Oh, wait. What's this? What the hell does Angel have? What the heck is that in his cast net?

More fish?



OH!

You mean, my fish isn't big enough? YOU MEAN...all I caught was BAIT?

Oh, I see. I need to catch a fish like that.

Showoff.



Well, it's time to eat. Nothing like grubbing on ribs and fajita at the beach.

I'm still not feeling well but I think I would be feeling much worse if I was actually home laying up in the bed under the covers because then I would definitely be feeling the fever.

We didn't get to use the kayak. That was for shark fishing but the waves were too rough and we would never make it out as far as we would like to set the bait.

Angel is enjoying himself. I'm glad. He's in his element.

We had a nice fire to keep us warm (and keep the mosquitoes away) each night.

You see out there in the dunes? I know it's night time and really dark but TRUST ME, there were coyotes out there. When the cars would drive by and their lights hit the dunes, you can see their outline on top of the dunes. Maybe they were waiting for us to fall asleep...

I'm pooped. I'm cleaning out the bait bucket and feeding the seagulls.

The next morning we packed up and came home. I was glad to spend quality alone time with Angel because we don't get a chance to do that anymore. Our 3 big needy kids want and demand our (my) attention constantly.

We didn't win anything or even go to the announcement ceremony.

Next year will be different. We will be better prepared and will come away winning something!

Anybody want to go next year?

Last Day before......DOOM!

Well guys, today is the last day of work for me this week.
I will be heading out either tonight or tomorrow with Angel so that we can start our "adventure".

Angel plans on recording a lot of it for us so that we can have "memories" but I'm not sure if I really want anyone to see me out there roughing it. You know, no make-up, soap, clean water, combs or deodorant.

Yeah, it's best to view me from a distance during this trip.

I'm not sure how I'm seeing this as relaxing.

OH YEAH!! IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE!!
We're supposed to be pretending to be extreme fishermen.

Angel has been loading up the trailer with all of our necessities.
Tent, canopies, tarp, lawn/beach chairs, fishing poles, toilet, generator, lights...etc

YES! I said "toilet"!

We have one of these:

WHAT?!

I am SOOO grateful to have it. Don't ask me where we got it. I don't know. We've had it for a long time so at this point, I don't want to know. It's been cleaned and cleaned and cleaned.

(don't look at me like I'm the weird one. You all know what YOU do)

I don't like to go to the beach for days without it. When we are packing up I'm always asking for or looking for my toilet.

You guys think I'm nuts, right?

Well, picture this:

You're out on the beach (for days like I will be) and you need to do #1 or #2....on second thought, LADIES..YOU imagine this (because the men can just pee behind the truck like Angel does). Now, imagine looking around for a place to complete this task and all you see is sand, water and dunes. Men, unlike you, we have to squat. I hate squatting. Something is always brushing up against my nether regions and nothing ever sprays right .

I don't care what people say about going into the water to do #1. I just can't do it. ESPECIALLY NOT # 2. My kids don't even do it because they always come to me to tell me they have to "use it".

So..that's the reason I like to take it with me (only to the beach people, only to the beach).

Angel sets it up so I have privacy with a tarp strategically placed over the truck door. We are currently looking for this:

That way we can have our own little restroom.


Now, I know you read about me complaining about having to go to the beach...again. Having to fish non-stop out in the hot sun..etc.

The truth is, I'm really a little excited about going and spending time with my Angel. This is what makes him happy and I want to be around when he's happy.

Ehhh...winning the prize won't hurt much either.

All week long I've been hearing this song and it's been setting the mood.



If I have reception out there on the deserted island I will try to post pics on Twitter...so follow me if you want to see some retardedness.

Have a good one you guys. I will be back on Sunday night!

3 More Days People..

I hope you are all gearing up to pray for me.

I really mean an actual candle light vigil for me since I'm going to be out on the beach (AGAIN) for the weekend.

Like I mentioned before, Angel is super revved up about this whole Sharkathon extreme-fishing-tournament-expedition-thingy we are participating in.Three days of non-stop fishing. I love my naps (YOU KNOW I LOVE MY NAPS) but I have a feeling Angel isn't going to let me get away with napping when every moment is supposed to be spent stroking and caressing our rods and reels.

PLUS, The Weather Channel said it's supposed to be raining all week. I'm not a big fan of sleeping on the beach under the rain. I've done it before and it sucked because Dom and Angel (Miah and Devyn weren't born yet) slept through the whole tropical storm while I stayed up all night and placed towels in the corners of the tent to soak up water so that we wouldn't drown in our sleep.

According to the rules and regulations, we are supposed to bait, cast and catch our own fish/shark and it all has to be documented by digital camera in order for it to be legit. If we catch the "winning" fish/shark, we will be polygraphed as part of the requirements for collecting the prize. I've never been polygraphed before, I hope they don't ask me about those missing movies
from Movie Gallery all those years ago. I may need to take a sedative.

Either way, I'm looking forward to winning.

We both have the day off from work so we will be leaving EARLY Friday morning and we won't be coming back until Sunday.

Question: Hey Sheila! Are the kids going with you to the Sharkathon?

Answer: HELL NO!

I can barely handle being out there myself watching the poles and trying to fish. The kids are a huge distraction mainly because they are ALWAYS in the water and I have to watch them to make sure none of them get washed out to sea.

Question: So..what are you going to do with the kids?

Answer: I'm going to leave them here to fend for themselves. What the heck do you think I've been breeding them to do all of these years!!

Kidding.

My mother in law is going to take them to school Friday morning and then keep them the rest of the weekend. She must miss having lots of kids around *snicker*.
I laugh because I know how she is and she's VERY impatient. I still love her for taking them on all weekend. I'm sure she will have them at the doorstep the minute we tell her we are heading back (hopefully with our winnings).

Wish me luck people and pray for me that I don't come back with hooks in my fingers!