Shiney Sliver bag in the back of the closet

Shiney Sliver bag in the back of the closet.

There it sat undisturbed for many years, no looking at it, or rummaging around inside of it. The shiney silver bag in the back of the closet.

As I was looking for one of my shoes in the bottom of my closet the other, i spotted a shiney silver bag tucked way in the back. I couldn't figure out what I put into the bag. I wasn't going to look or even think about it. I would be late for work (again). It took me a few minutes of pulling out pockets books, shoes, wrapping paper, and other misc. items before I found the shoe I was looking for. I was trying to stuff everything back into my closet and I mean stuff, I had that thought what in the world is in that bag. I don't remember putting in my closet.

Resigned to the fact that I would be late to work again, i pulled everything out that i just stuffed back into my closet. Pulled the bag out and of course it ripped down the side. The first thing that came out was a miniture autographed hockey stick with about five names on it from the Washington Capitals. I remember when that happened, at a hockey tournament with the boys, they were playing at the same arena that the Capitols were practising at. I smiled as I thought about the awe in their eyes at seeing these players right there in front of them. "Hey dad did you get a look at the size of that guy" What a great memory.

OH my god look at these tiny little eye covers. B had jaunance so bad that he was under the blue lights for days. He weighed in a 5lbs, 13ozs, so tiny. His eyes needed to be covered under the lights. Rememering that I had to leave him in the hospital for two additional days. Could only go in and feed him, then back under the lights. Wow, things you almost forget.

Wrist bands for me and my 1st baby boy, i sat there and cried like a baby. Little bands that were around his foot. Okay maybe not too little. J weighed in at 9lbs, 12ozs. I just stroked them and remembered him as an infant.

My very first Mothers day card, or should I say Mother to be card. I can't believe it survived, but i'm very glad that it did.

Two measuring tapes, one for each boy from the hospital. It might have had the markings on it at on time. I remember asking the nurse for it right after they were measured. It was funny seeing the look on their faces, it just a measuring tape. I know that, but it just measured my son. I can't believe that I have both of them.

Two baggies, baby teeth wrapped in tissue. The same way we wrapped them and put them under their pillows for the tooth fairy. Yes, i did forget at least once to remove the tooth and leave money. I was albe to make the switch as they were looking under the bed, you know that tooth fairy might be very tired and left it under the bed!

I was wonderful to find all those memories, some were bittersweet. I really felt like I had a whole in my heart after looking at everything. I enjoyed my time with my memories and replaced everything minus the shiney silver bag.

Just awesome

Saturday was just a typical day of chores and trying to keep up with housework. Housework lost big time this weekend. Hubby and I went to Walmart to get the dog some treats, my phone rang and it's my sister. I love hearing from my sister, except now I worry because her hubby is having back surgery this Wednesday. I just get concerned, hoping all is good.

Hello I said, after a brief hi what's new and so on. Next question do you want to go see Paul McCartney in concert tonight? What was that? Let me ask hubby, of course the answer is YES. When does it start? 6:30 tonight and it's 3pm now. Have to get said tickets go home change and catch the train into the city, it's doable.

We made it to Citifield by 7:30pm and the opening act was still going strong. We didn't miss anything. So now Hubby is starving we haven't had anything to eat yet. There really isn't much to eat there beside sausages, hot dogs and hamburgers. Not really my kind of food, hubby got a hot dog and soda. I ended up with Nathan Fries and really wanted the cheese to go over them, but I resisted. (cruise next month).

Paul McCartney was excellent, he rocked Citifield. I was totally amazed, of course we didn't stay in our seats. We wandered down to the main level and stood behind the rail and had an awesome time. Tribute to Linda made everyone cry, he sang "My Love". A mention and songs to John Lennon and to George Harrison, it was wonderful. I can't believe how great he is. The stage show was great, the pyro-technics were excellent. He is a crowd pleaser. At one time is was talking about singing and looking at the signs in the audience, and how sometimes you end up singing what's on the sign.

On of the signs were "Paul marry me" his comments was NO thank you, not again. He interacted with the audience with pleasure and humor. I loved the faces he made and his references to his other concerts, especially when they first played in America and couldn't hear their own music over the girls screaming. Of course, how much he loved the girls screaming which starting the audience screaming.

The music was so good and so loud by the end your ears were ringing and your feet were still tapping. The next best part of the concert was people watching. All I can say is OH MY GOD, do people have magic mirrors or what. Does anyone look into a full length mirror? In a way I'm glad they don't, because i had a lot of entertaining moments.

The guard that stands in front of the steps to show you your lower levels seat was a lot of fun. He was in his mid sixties with white hair, slightly balding and a belly. He was singing away and swaying to the music, but let me tell you. He was really checking out the woman, laugh you ass of funny. As they would run up the stairs for either a beer run and bathroom break, he would be right there ogling. I mean I was dying. The guy had no problem looking, he really didn't care. He actually did the Groucho thing with his eyebrows a few times. Absolutely hilarious.

Some of these ladies (well maybe i shouldn't say ladies), but come on. If you can't contain your breasts in your sundress maybe you need a larger size. If your tank top ends up in your cleavage, it's time to retire it and get a larger size. There was enough silicone out there to float a cruise ship. I think silicone floats, based on the the bouncing boobs out there.

I had the best time, so thanks again Tracey and Brian. I love you much

Not a personal preference

Okay people listen up, it's not personal preference to bathe or not too bathe. I'm down wind of you. Give me a fucking break. When your eyes start to water and you have to cover you mouth and nose with your short sleeves, something is seriously wrong. I know that there are medical conditions that cause some body orders and of course elderly do have some problems with hygiene (falling in the shower). Younger people should not smell so fowl.

At the store the other day i was behind or down wind of a person who seriously needed a hose down. Economy is not the blame for people showering, or even trying to wash with a face cloth. When your hair is matted, and your clothes need to be scraped before washing you have a problem. Okay, so I have heard all the common threads from depression, can't afford new clothes, homeless and ever thing else. Yes, i do sympathize with some of these people, but my nose and stomach can only take so much.

So, yes the person that gave you a dirty look and waved her hand in front of her face several times was ME. Was I rude DAMN STRAIGHT, I don't want to be behind you in a food store buying makings for dinner. Put down the candy and doughnuts and purchase a bar of SOAP, I'll even pay for it. I really don't care what you eat or how you dress, but when you put out that strong of an odor and I'm behind you, watch out for the rude comments. I don't care if I hurt your feelings, you are destroying my personal space, disrupting my air with your foul stench.

So please, be considerate of others that are around you. It only takes a very short amount of your precious time to wash, bathe, jump in the ocean, run through the sprinkler, or any thing else that will take away some of the decaying aroma that surrounds you..........

UGH

I love my Hubby, I really do. It's just after three whole days together I need my space. It's different when we go away on vacation, but doing yard work and misc. clean up around the house. UGH is all I can say. By day three the snide remarks were getting louder and louder.

What was that look for my hubby asks, what look I ask back. He said the look that you just gave me when i asked you a question. Oh, you mean the question that I already answered three times! We put new porch rails up around the front porch. Of course we wouldn't need new porch rails if someone didn't have a temper tantrum and break one side off. Hmmm, I wonder who could have done that. It wasn't me that's for sure.

We had to lag in bolts to the cement porch, lag in bolts WTF. Drill four holes into the porch for the post (don't want anyone to fall off ) snicker, snicker. So hubby drills the holes and I tried, really I tried to tell him that hole #4 wasn't lining up. He gave me the look, and said it's fine. Okay, finished drilling and guess what THE FOURTH HOLE DOES NOT LINE UP!!!. Oh, it's okay we'll just lag in 3 and fill the other one. HUH! Isn't there a reason for four holes?

Then he gets a call from his boss. Road call, someone is broken down. So the porch is put on hold, thankfully. Than of course hubby asks "you feel like taking a ride"? Sure why not, I'll just grab a book and while he's busy I'll read. Off we go to Linden to repair a truck, he's repairing I'm chilling. He finishes up and than says, why did you talk to the truck driver, i didn't want anyone to know that you were in the truck. Okay let's go back to WTF, than why ask me to go for a ride????

Needless to say the porch rail is finished and looks great. Hubby is still living and I'm not in jail.