A Little of This, A Little of That, yada, yada....

Just a few things that are on "the tip of my tongue" at the moment. (Since I missed post it note Tuesday)

*To my (ex boss) friend and her husband...Hey W, thanks so much for working on my car 6-8 months ago when I brought it to your shop to have my front brakes changed.  I had my back brakes fixed Sunday and was still having trouble "stopping" so my neighbor (who fixed the back brakes) said he needed to check the front brakes. Imagine how surprised I was to find out that YOU NEVER FUCKIN' CHANGED MY BRAKES. Yeah, we even brought you the parts because your frickin' parts prices were out effin' rageous!!!, seriously...I'd love to know where those parts went since they OBVIOUSLY did NOT go on my car. I couldn't believe how rusty the brakes are that are currently on the front of my car. So not only did you take me for MY yes! my money, I was still working at the time and wanted to pay for it myself. hard earned money, but you also took my effin' parts and put them somewhere besides where you were supposed to put them. Wanna know where I'd like to put those brake shoes, rotors and calipers?? Some "friend" you turned out to be ehh? Hey C, it's no wonder your pathetic, sorry, lazy, good for effin' nothing husband had to close up his shop, he's a effin' thief!

* Dear sweet, sweet, loving, patient, amazing Husband, I'm sorry that my car is being a total turd!! I know you've already got a million things you're stressed out over with both of your jobs. I hate that we've ended up putting more money into that damn car than we paid for it. I love you, and if I haven't told you lately, you're amazing. I'm such a lucky "girl!"

*Dear Blackberry, I love you so. No! Really! I do. But you're killing my hands. I hate it when I have to tell friends that I can't text that much because it makes my hands cramp up so damn bad that I can hardly hold it. I'm considering having you surgically implanted to my hand. BB girls, I know I don't show up that often to chat, it's not that I don't want to, I swear. I almost feel guilty for remaining a part of the group because I don't participate as much as everyone else. If you'd like me to delete the group, I'd be crushed totally understand. Why is it so hard for me to admit the things that fibromyalgia  is taking away from me?

* Thanks to dear, sweet Kimber I'm gonna give Twitter another chance...are you on Twitter? If so...what's ya name?? Lol... Mine is HomesickcajunNI, add me!

* Dear Vicki's Secret, can you please make your linen beach pants cheaper? And would it be wrong if I live the rest of my life in them? What?? Y'all don't own any of them? What is wrong with you people?? Look...linen, drawstring...they're like walking around in your pj's all day, only cuter! I have two pair of them now, I have the chocolate brown and blue chambray ones. I HAD them in sandcastle but like an idiot I gave those to my big sister. Those were a large though and they floated on me. FYI Vickie's....I'll totally do a review for you (isn't this one?) for just one more pair of them!

* I don't know what it is about me and maxi dresses, but I'm addicted to those too. The other day I was searching online for something to wear to a wedding that I don't want to go to Don and I are invited to. It's a guy he works with. He's a total ass, thinks he's God's gift  to women (he's actually short and stumpy) and he's stuck up. Not to mention...he dresses like this when they go golfing.... (I shit you not...he really does!)

(Not actually him! But...he's a good friend of Don's so we're going.)

 AnywowIgotwayoffsubject, I was asking Don's opinion of the dresses and skirts that I liked and finally he said "Why do you want something so long?" I hadn't realized it but everything I showed him was either a maxi dress or a long "peasant" skirt. Lol...they're just so damn comfy...for realz.

* Reading Craigslist ads will make you realize how intelligent you are, or how unintelligent other people are. What is a pare tire? What is whenshield? How about this one... "Es free if you peck up on sam day yous call" lol... and hell...I didn't graduate highs school.  Yeah...gotta get that GED!!

* I found a car online that maybe, just maybe we'll be able to get. I sent an email to the dealership now I just have to wait to hear back from them. If it all goes like I'm hoping to hell it does, you'll hear me screaming from here! But I'M NOT going to get my hopes up high this time...I'm not sure I can take the disappointment if it doesn't go through.

So, I think that's all I've got on my mind for now...not to mention, typing is killing my hands today! Hope you're all well! Before I forget, I think (since I screwed up my feed and no one is getting notified when I write a new entry) that I'm gonna send out a mass email to let everyone (who wants to know) when I do post a new entry. So if you'd like to be added to the list send me your email addy and I'll be sure to let you know! 

I did it damn it! Well...sort of!

Since my addiction began here on Blogger I've been bound and determined to design my own layout, and I'll be damned if I haven't finally done it! Whooty woo!! Ok, there are a few things I need to tweek, my header doesn't seem centered to me. I know it is centered to the page, but it doesn't look right to me. So I've got to figure that part out, and the "categories" section is being "cut off" a bit by the post background...gotta fix that too! But hell...not bad for my first one!

I've got another dr's appointment today...I swear if this bitch doesn't fill my sleep meds y'all might just be hearing about me on the news tonight! Haha...kidding! She'll fill them, she just wants to see me before refilling them. I totally get it! She's a pain management dr...she's got dope heads coming out of the wood work! Though I'm not sure I've ever heard of anyone dt'ing for Ambien lol.

So...I'm sure I've told you all about my car troubles as of late. Mr Man just hasn't had time to work on it and I've pretty much refused to bring it to the shop...people I can't even begin to tell you what happens when I (A BLONDE) bring my car to a shop to get fixed! They take one look at me and all they can think is "cha-ching!" If I bring that car to the shop it will only cause more problems for Mr Man...it's gonna make the vein in his forehead pop out...and that's a scary sight lmao! It's just much easier if Mr Man brings it to them and they don't even know that a blonde is involved! I mean...who looks easier to take advantage of.....

Me...

Even in my best biker chick pic (a few years ago at Myrtle Beach Bike Week, I'd been on the back of the bike all day with no helmet so the hair's a mess!) all they'd see is a blonde!

Or Mr Man...

And this isn't even one of his "biker" pics haha! Seriously though...the man has a vein in his forehead that pops up when he gets mad...I'm telling you, I wouldn't f*ck with him when he's mad!! (But dayum...the man cleans up NICE!! hehehe) Now, let's show you the "biker" look...

 Yeah...they're not gonna try and screw him over! (at Myrtle Beach Bike Week) They wont even try! (I swear...I swoon when I look at this man! And those eyes...don't even get me started on the eyes! Look at the first pic of him...couldn't you just get lost in those eyes? Yeah...I love him! Whew!!)

Anyway (yeah...I got way off course!) Mr Man's daughter has her ex's car. He moved back to Canada and left it with her. He was coming to town last weekend and decided that if we'd pay for his flight that he'd give us the car. It's nothing special...it's a '99 Camaro, I'm driving a '99 Escort now...so it's not like it's "newer" than mine or anything. But it does run much better than mine.

So...the ex showed up last weekend and they were gonna come down this weekend so we could pay him for the car and get the paperwork taken care of. The fucker has disappeared! He left R's (step daughter) house the other day and she hasn't heard from him since. She still has the car (the alternator is bad on it so we'd have to fix that, so he can't drive it while he's here anyway!), he left his luggage with her, and she hasn't heard a word from him. He wont answer her calls, text...nothing! Damn it! I was so excited about getting this car!

The first car I ever owned was a '81 Camaro Z28. Bitch was gorgeous! I effin' LOVED that car!

I can't believe I found these pics on Google! It's almost identical to the one I had! My rims were a little different but other than that...this is just like the one I had, same color and everything! Good Lord...this car was my baby!

Anywtfdickheadex(??), now I'm gonna go out on a limb and say I'm not getting the ex's car! I'm so bummed! Like I said, I was excited about getting it! I'd even picked out my seat covers and everything!

 Cute right? I'm bummed lol. I guess I'm stuck with the Escort for a while longer! Oh well!!

I've got to get my behind off of here and get ready for my appointment! I want to close with this... The other day I signed onto Ebay to check on some craft items that I'd ordered. This is the screen that popped up when I signed in.

I swear I laughed my ass off! I've NEVER looked up anything raccoon! I'm wondering if Mr Man has been looking for something to surprise me with! HA! Be jealous ladies...I see a raccoon fur coat in my future!! Booya!

(no animals were harmed in the posting of this blog!)

They call me McSpicy.......

Good Morning Bishes!


It's gonna rain all weekend, figures! It's finally nice outside and we're gonna be stuck int he house. But...Mr Man should get plenty of rest, which he needs.

(Not Mr. Man...he's way hotter than this!!)

Sometime this weekend he has to look at my car AGAIN. It's making a God awful noise...I think it's my brakes so I'm scared to drive the damn thing. Thank God we have the garage...at least he'll be able to stay dry.

(Not Mr Man...he has a great ass!)

I have a shoulder injury. I played around on my computer so much yesterday that just typing this has this burning, searing, stabbing pain in my right shoulder. So if you get tennis elbow from playing too much tennis do I have computer shoulder? If so...what's the treatment?

I've been fighting with one of my dogs all morning. She keeps stealing "my seat." 

 (Not my actual Pug)

 Bitch doesn't know who she's messing with. Have you forgotten what can happen to you? Do you remember what happened last time? Don't think I wont do it again!! You KNOW I will!

  

(is the spidey pug song stuck in your head now??) 

  

 (Not my actual pugs. No Pugs were harmed in this blog entry!)

Who's your Momma now bitch? Who's the boss now? OK! OK...just move the f*ck over a little then! 

Typing with an icepack on your shoulder just wont work damn it. But I'm gonna make it work...I mean what's the other option? Not get on my computer? Bitch please! You must not know who you're messin' with! I'm McSpicy bitch (I totally need a McSpicy signature now!!)! Lmao...that's not happening.

(not my actually shoulder, but can I touch this one?)

My Sister just got a new puppy. It's a Morkie (Maltese and Yorkie mix). Yeah...I'd never heard of it either. She hasn't sent me a picture yet so I had to Google them. Their the cutest effin' things I've ever seen!

(Now if these faces can't heal your heart...nothing can!)

My sister has been through so much in the last couple of years. Her ex dickheadsonofabitchmotherfuckprickgirlymancocksucker decided that he wanted a divorce while she was in the middle of breast cancer testing. They were almost positive that she had it and he came home one day and booted her out. Just like that. On the streets. Hid all the money. Just hit her with all of it like a ton of bricks. Oh yeah ladies, he's a dickheadsonofabitchmotherfuckprickgirlymancocksucker keeper

She didn't have breast cancer. Thank God. But she was defeated. So broken. So hurt. She felt like NOTHING you mutherf*cker. She laid in bed for months. Wouldn't leave the house. Had nothing left to live for. Nothing to look forward to.She was so depressed. So "beaten."

The puppy, she's helping her. She's put a sparkle back in her eyes. Sophie has given her something to look forward to. You should hear her talk about this puppy. It makes me smile. Here's a couple of excerpts of our emails:

"I got a lil puppy yesterday, she is a Morkie......and so adorable. I feel like a mommy again. I'm so happy I have her! I needed her so bad. Almost cried last night I was so happy. She fits in the palm of my hand and will only get at the most 7lbs. Her name is Sophie and I love her to death. Daddy (she's living with our Dad)  is babysitting for me he thinks she is the cutiest lil thing. Love ya"

" I'm so happy I have my baby girl, she is so precious, it's like she already knows that she's loved and in a happy home with this wonderful woman that loves her so much. On top of Poppie (our Dad) spoiling her too. She's in heaven and so am I. I never thought a lil doggie could bring so much joy to my life. Now that's Sappy! LOL! (you would have to know my sister...she's not the sappy type, AT ALL!) I love you and thank you for the pick me up. I need those alot these days it seems. So thank you!" (and they call it puppy love! So...is that song stuck in your head now? lmao) 

I've got my sister back. I was so scared for her. Worried about her. She's back you little dick...she's back and stronger than ever. I'd said that's a huge FAIL on your part you loser!

So hey ex bro in law. FUCK YOU You did NOT break her to the point where she couldn't be fixed you son of a bitch. She IS going to make it without you, you were NOTHING.Never were. Never will be. How are those HUGE alimony payments going for you? 

God don't like ugly sissy boy! Lmao...karma'a a bitch if you are! Fuck you sissy boy. Five minutes. Dark alley. You and me. I can take you. I've got this!!

(not  me, I'm much hotter than this! NOT!)

Anytime girly man, any time!  So my shoulder said "Fuck you right back" I have to get off my computer now, I'm not allowed to play with all of you today!

 (not actually me, she's much older than me!) 

Have a wonderful weekend!

P.S. If you're gonna apologize...be sincere about it. Don't go behind my back and make it into some big joke. We're adults. Well apparently I'm the only adult in the situation. How's Jr high going? Having fun with it? Douchecanoe! 

I need to make me a McSpicy siggy now! It's my new name thanks to this genius woman I know.