Fighting fair

I have turned into a mean troll. Last night Jeff offered to make spaghetti because I'm in the throes of the flu from hell. He started getting 'fancy'. This means he added chicken, ground turkey and fucking pinto beans to it. and cheese and cream of mushroom soup. WTF?

I threw a fit and started bitching at him. It ended with me yelling, "Eat a dick!"

His reply? "That's your job."

Ha ha, he can always make me laugh...even in an angry twisted way.

The secret of a happy marriage? Keep your fights clean and your sex dirty. :) Peace

I think I have the flu

Yesterday I had chills and could not get warm. Last night my fever and body aches started. I think I have the flu. My fever is low though so I am assuming that I'm fighting it pretty well. Jeff calls me Typhoid Mary because usually everyone around me will be sick and I will be fine. Not this time apparently. Kennen had a flu shot this year and Kimberly has a pretty strong immune system...damn she better have a strong immune system after I nursed her for 21 months! Oh wait, you know what? She did get a flu shot! I vividly remember having to hold her down while she screamed and tried to fight us off. To those of you with babies that feel terrible every time you need to get the scheduled shots, just remember that it gets worse at they get older. :D

I'm pissed because I never get sick. Damn airplane ride! I was thinking about going and getting some tamiflu but I read that the antivirals will shorten the duration of the flu by only 1 day and that if you are a healthy adult then it really isn't necessary. I'm gonna save my money. Tamiflu is expensive! $114 before insurance and I think my insurance pays like 30% so yeah...I would rather buy a bucket of paint or material to make curtains!

It's all about priorities...

:D

Doesn't anything stay the same?

I have sad news. Well, sad to me...sad to the people of Mesa, AZ...sad to Sara.

Matta's on Main street in Mesa closed this past weekend. I swear it's the best Mexican food on the planet. Or at least the best that this girl has ever tasted. When I was there this weekend, my bestest friend Tanya made it a point to take me there to say goodbye to an amazing green chile pork chimichanga that goes by the name of 'Sandy's Special'. I have been going to Matta's for about 20 years and I think I have gotten the sandy's special every.single.time. It's that fucking good. I raved about it so much that I convinced 3 other people at the table to try it also. Cuz I'm cool like that. When I asked Tony what he thought of it he said, "It's bomb."

Hellz yeah it's bomb! There is this one waitress that I remember, and those of you that have been to Matta's anytime in the last 18 years quite possible had her as your waitress too. She's polish and has the same thick accent that my grandparents have. I remember beign a little kid eating there with my Mom and my brother. One time I was crying and she came up to the table and said, "Is your brother being mean to you?" I tearfully nodded my head and said, "Yes he is!" Then my exasperated brother hollered, "No I'm not being mean to her!" Okay maybe he wasn't being mean to me that particular moment but I'm thinking that she also has an older brother and how they can be, ha ha! And I of course didn't waste an opprotunity to get a little sympathy.

The good news is that Matta's grill on Higley and Brown (aka a stones throw from my moms house) is still open so I can still get my fix there. I also checked out their website and you can buy their hot sauce by the case! If you ever want to buy me a present, that would be a good one! There are also whispers of them opening a new restaurant at Tempe town lake. That would be bomb.

Here are me and my friends with my favorite waitress who has worked there for 18 years!

I'm back

I have so much to say, but I can't get it out. I flew into AZ on Thursday morning and spent the afternoon with my grandmother and my cousins. I watched her process the fact that her husband of 66 years was dead. They are from Poland and even though she is a 91 year old woman, she still has so much innocence about her. I think that he shielded her from the world. She seemed like a broken little child for the most part, but I am surprised and relieved that she had moments of strength and clarity. She wants to stay in her house. I'm not sure how that is going to work because she cannot drive and she was refusing to eat or drink anything.

I offered to stay with her one night, but she told me, "It's okay! I'm not afraid of ghosts."

Um. I kind of meant to lean a shoulder to cry on and to make sure she had some dinner, but I'm glad that she has some fight left in her.

The wake on thursday and the mass on friday morning both left me completely mentally and emotionally drained. I want to write more about it, but I just don't want to go there.

Thank goodness I have my girls in AZ that took me out on Friday night! :D I'm still waiting for them to send pictures so I can post about that. Ahem...you hear that Tanya? Where's my damn pictures? I spent the rest of my time there with family. I love my cousin Ashley to pieces and it's really sad to know that our kids are growing up without knowing each other.

This trip really reminded me of the wealth of people that love me back in my hometown. For the first time I have really wanted to move back. I told Jeff and he was annoyed. We have so much here and do I really want to mess up a good thing? I guess that I am just going to have to settle for visiting more often. It has been way too long...the last time I was there was June of 2006. I am thinking of bringing the kids out during spring break. We shall see...

Oh, and the most important thing happened while I was in Arizona! Jeff and I celebrated our 6 year anniversary! We were 3 states apart, so we had to settle for phone sex...


kidding...

:D

Going to AZ

:(

My mom called me last night and told me that my grandpa died.

My heart is broken.

He walked me down the aisle when I got married. When the minister asked 'Who gives this woman to this man," my grandpa answered in his thick Polish accent, "I do."

He fed me kielbasa and rye bread when I went to their house.

He called me Stacia (pronounced Stah-sha...not Stay-sha) instead of Stella as a pet name because I was named after his mother.

He always made Jeff drink a Rolling Rock beer whenever we visited. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

Whenever I was there, he would have me program phone numbers into his cell phone for him.

He would say all kinds of non-politically correct things in only the way a very old man would. "Those Mexicans are clannish! When I moved to America from Poland, I learned English! We spoke Polish at home but English out of the home. We didn't expect America to learn Polish! If that's what I wanted, then I would have moved back to Poland!" Touche' grandpa.

I am flying out in the morning. Jeff is taking a few days off work to play Mr. Mom.

Note to self...buy waterproof mascara.

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Shalome!

Yesterday a lady that i met over the summer showed up at my door. Our daughters are in kindergarten together and Kim went to her birthday party a few weeks ago. This woman and I also have little boys that are the same age. I really like her and have wanted to become better friends with her but she is a teacher so our schedules are conflicting.

Anyway, she came over yesterday and my house was a MESS! Gah! She has stopped by unannounced about 4 other times and I have always invited her in but she has always declined saying that she needed to get home. Any of those times would have been a great first impression. But this time, OMG.

Let me set the stage for you. The kids found all their artwork from this school year and it looked like they both grabbed huge stacks and thew them up in the air and then left them where they fell. I slept in (I actually had only gotten 3 hours of sleep that night but that is a different story!) so Kimberly had served up a bag of chips for breakfast and there were chips and crumbs everywhere! Like dumped out on the floor and then the kids did the riverdance on them. About 3 pairs of shoes from each family member where all over the floor. dust bunnies. dirty dishes. Laundry monster pile waiting to be folded. Mangy ass dog barking. Toilet plugged up. Please God don't let her ask to use the bathroom. Leftover bowls of something left on the breakfast table. Stairs littered with toys. Kennen was in his jammies. Jammies covered in cheeto dust. I'm glad that Kim can dress herself and put her hair in a ponytail. Oh and I'm so glad that I blow dried my hair and put on makeup.

So anyway I told her, "My house couldn't possibly be messier, but come on in!" Cuz that's how I roll. :D

Anyway, she came over because she wants me to go to Shabbat with her. That right, jew church on Friday nights at sundown. She and I are in the same position. Married to jewish guys. Jewish guy refuses to go because they know that it is expensive to join a temple. She is a brave soul though and has been taking her daughter every Friday night for a few weeks now. And she asked me if I would come with them next week! I'm excited! I really have a lot of respect for the jewish religion. It is very practical. Even the way they shake you down for money. They don't give you a bunch of ballyhoo by saying, "A good person gives 20% and a soul damned to hell gives nothing," (an exaggeration I know but just keep reading). Instead they say, "How else are we going to pay for this temple you and your family have been enjoying? Here is your bill". I appreciate that honesty. I also have not fed the spiritual part of my life for many many years now. I am excited to go and pray and listen to a person talk about something bigger than me.

Anyway, the kids all ran around playing for about 30 minutes while this mom and I talked. She is so funny we get along really well. Plus she saw my dirty house and didn't flinch when I told her I was hung over and sleep deprived. It can only get better from here right?