Woo Hoo

I met Ford's brother's lady friend. You know the co worker. The one that was hanging out in the carport drinking beer the other night. It still unnerves me. Is that even a word? She didn't have much to say. And as always, I had my wall up. Both Fords seem rather relaxed around her. That made me feel uncomfortable. That's ok. In two weeks she will be on my turf when we go to the races. My space and friends. I don't even know why I feel so uncomfortable about the whole thing other than the fact that, I don't know her and my husband talks about her. I just need to let it go at this point.
On a side note, we went to a debate last night. WOW! The daggers were out. I think, that is enough said on that. I don't want it to come back and bite me or someone else in the butt. Maybe, later.
FYI in the past 9 weeks I have lost 24 pounds. I am jazzed. I was so pissed yesterday, why? I couldn't find any pants that fit or shirts. Time to go shopping. Not, yet. I would like to lose 15 more pounds. Then shopping.

Do I have a right to be mad?

That's my question I keep asking myself. Do I have a right to be mad? About a month ago, Ford got off work early. Ok. A day that they didn't have to work until that morning. They had already put in 4 12 hour days. Friday was a day off and that meant a 3 day weekend. Anyways, off track here. They all hung around the yard and had drank beer. By all, that also included the female truck driver (whom, I never met and he had lunch with one day). Ok, fine. Whatever. I don't mind that he has beer, stays late. He works hard. What I do mind is the fact of no phone call. Got over that. Done.
Ford's brother has been now seeing female truck driver. They came over to the house on Sunday. But guess what? I didn't know she was with him. I had seen brother was here. I was inside getting stuff ready for this week. Going about my business. They sat out in the carport for 1 1/2 hr chit chatting and having beer. What the hell!!! They left when, I told the kids to come in and start getting their stuff lined out for school this week. That's when one of the boys told me F's brothers girlfriend was out there. What the hell again!!!
I am pissed. Not just plain pissed, fire breathing pissed. So, I asked Ford about. What I can't meet brothers girlfriend? Are you embassared by me? His words "No, I just didn't think about it" Your wife is inside getting everyone's stuff ready for the week, and you just forgot? Our house, and you don't think about your wife being inside? He told me to let it be. To forget it. No! Not on your life buddy. I want answers.
On a side note, yesterday I woke up with an earache. Ford gets off work early and lets me know that brother and gfriend are coming over to get bikes. They get here and he wants me to meet her. Go to hell dude. I barely, got out of bed yesterday, because of said earache. I am in sweats and my hair is matted to my head, cotton in my ear, and dragon breath. Not happening, but I am the one making it an issue.
Yah, maybe, I should have meet her. But come on, it is another women that my husband hangs with and I need to look my best. Right?
I tried to ask him how he would feel if "I had a male come over, hang out in the kitchen, drink some wine and do some cooking?" It would be ok, why? Because, any male that would want to do that is gay! and he has nothing to worry about. Ok! It's your story and I am sticking you to it. Let's find out!
But, the real question is, do I have a right to be mad? I think I do but he tells me to get over it.

Time flys when we are having fun. Right?

I can not believe how time has gotten away from me. Five weeks with no blogging. It hasn't been because, I didn't want to, it has been because we have been so busy. October, is coming around the corner and I am not sure where the year has gone.

Becca had her 14th birthday. I took her shopping and just last week she had a sleep over with her friends. It was the first home football game. We live 2 blocks from the field so it's nice when they all hang out after school and walk to the game. The fun part began, when we had to get them all to the dance, which is located at the high school. The football field is close to where the old high school was until a earth quake knocked it down about 15 years ago. Her first real high school dance. She loved it and is loving high school.
She still hangs out with her friends from jr high but has made new ones, some are upper classmen, which play the same sports as she does. Yep, she is my little social butterfly lately. Now only if I could make her clean her room.

Britt is in her last year of high school. Each day it changes on what she wants to do when school is out. I think she is looking towords Air force. You go girl. She is a leader and I think the service would be good for her. She is involved with ASB at school and is busy every night of the week between school and work.
She got her senior pictures done two weeks ago. Man, has my little girl grown up. Some of them look just like me, some of them look just like Becca, some I can see her dad, and some look just like the sweet little girl I had 17 years ago. My time flys.

The boys, glad they are back in school. If they are not busy, they are under feet. They just turned 8. WOW! They are really coming into their own. They each have different friends, differnt habits. They even like to play different spots in soccer. Yes, they play soccer. That is only because, they can't play football until 3rd grade. Speaking of football. I got a call from my ex brother in law. He has 3 boys. 2 are the same age as the girls. They youngest 2 were playing football out in our area. They wanted us to come and watch. I had a blast. I love hanging out with him. I miss the old times so much. I love my life now but miss him and the boys. Anyways, one of my newphews, is 3 months younger than Becca, but they could be twins. They are built the same way, same face shape, hair color, both good at sports, and a grin that will have you wondering what they are up to.
So much more is going on and I will have to share more later. I need to get back into a routine. Take care.