If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.

Okay, so I need someone to come to my house and say a few prayers, spray the damn thing w/ holly water. There is some bad mo- jo happening in the DePew household. I have been absent for several reasons...and after this you won't blame me. We all know my stove has been out FOREVER! So two weeks ago the facet started to move off its base, and then the bottom of the sink gave out, from an apparent rotten spot. So two weekends ago we spent HOURS searching for a faucet , a piece of wood (for the hole) and a stove. We brought our kids, which equals chaos . Word to the wise, don't bring kids appliance shopping. By the 4 th store they sucked. By the 4 th store I was ready for a decision myself. So I asked Lance what his decision was - he gets to pick the stove out, he uses it the most. He points to a WHITE stove. I almost punched him the face right there.......I turned around and walked out. He stood there baffled stating 'what, what?' Me ' didn't you jus...

The post is LATE, but what the hey. I have been distracted, and busy lately. I have been 'meaning' to post about Easter, and before I knew it, it was 'effing Friday. So, in my haste, here you go. Let me start out by saying we had a rockn' time. Which is pretty usual when we spend time as a family, with my-side of the family. The only kid missing was my brother (and his family). My mother commented several times about how much she missed them. I am sure their kids would have had a blast, these are the times my children will never forget and for that I am thankful. The first photo is of our last day there - and all the kids surrounded the Easter Bunny. *one for the scrap-book. * Here are my kids posing it up. Because clearly they are shy kids - NOT. And yes, before you even ask - Rylan is rockn' the mo-hawk again this year. And NO, I do not make him get it. Actually, I kind of cringe every time he request it - but what the hey, I do have to let him be an ...

As I have said MANY, MANY times, Lance and I have been together FOREVER. And this folks, proves it beyond all sense of the imagination, that we were hanging out in the 1990's. I am almost embarrassed to post this picture, but then again - not so much. It is part of our history. Here we are in 1990 at his Senior Prom. Yes, he is sporting the 'stash' and greasy looking hair ; and I am wearing big hair - which is a sign of the times. It makes me laugh out loud every time I see this photo.....I refer to it as his 'Rico suave' look. A look that I loved from the start.....god help me too. We were teenagers, and living life to its fullest. Our stint of being together was just that - a 5 yr stint. We had a fall out once I went to college, and he took a job on the road. We meet up a few years later, at home over x-mas. The attraction is undeniable....damn our hormones. But then again, I never dated a guy, that I didn't ultimately wish was him. Moving on to the n...

This blogger thing is a 'funny' little monster. In that you put things out there and in hind site you can never take back. Which is just fine with me, because I don't really want to. Blogging is good for me; I carry so many emotions that without a release I feel like I would burst sometimes. Despite most of my entries, I feel a sense of relief just by getting it out there... Which leads me to yesterdays' post. Prob not my best post, you can file with the rest of the BS that I have put on this site. After my post, I did not feel better; actually I felt more frustrated then when I started. Out of all of the people in my life, the last person I want to fight with on a consistent basis is Lance. The last person I want to be disappointed in, is Lance. As we called each other yesterday, we continued the charade of being civil to each other; without being loving. This charade pissed me off....so I packed up my stuff, told my office I had an errand to run and I went home. Yeap,...

I had a good and bad weekend, all at the same time. Highlights -the weather was nice. - the kids were good. - we dyed Easter eggs Downturn - husband - husband (again!). - husband.....slept on the bottom bunk bed in our son's room. - night out w/ sister = drama. *Really too much to go into; bottom line. I could not be more disappointed in him and his actions. Perhaps I am a bit disappointed in myself for not punching his lights out. We will survive the marriage by being equal partners, or else we will not survive. In case he has not noticed, I am NOT someone who he can treat badly. I am his wife, and the reality of it is, he should have a better level of respect for me. If he does not, or can not; then we will be no longer. I will compromise on this one......not today & not tomorrow. There are times when 'sorry' is not enough. Actions must change, the manner in which he speaks to me MUST change. There are times when he shows complete strangers more respect than h...