Dear Children,
You are still a child even though you are a teenager. So listen closely.......
Attention Children: When sneaking alcohol from adults:
1) Make sure the adult you are sneaking it from goes to bed DRUNK, not because she is tired. (or she will bust you)
2) Don't replace a bottle that had about 2 drinks left with another bottle that was never opened and is now missing a drinks worth from it. (or she will bust you)
3) Don't assume that the person will just assume another adult drank their liquor without questioning it. Especially when there are only a hand full of adults. (or she will bust you)
4) Most "Hard" liquors require an acquired taste. Not all adults like every kind of liquor. Especially the kind of liquor that I drink.
Consider yourself busted.
Love,
Nicci
Monday, January 2, 2012
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tequila Christmas Cake Recipe.....
Tequila Christmas Cake recipe (I stole this from a friend....enjoy!)
1 cup sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1 cup water
1 tsp salt
1 cup brown sugar
Lemon juice
4 large eggs
Nuts
1 bottle tequila
2 cups dried fruit
Sample tequila to check quality.
Take a large bowl; check tequila again to be sure it is the highest quality.
Repeat.
Turn on electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 tsp of sugar. Beat again.
At this point, it is best to make sure tequila is still OK. Try another cup just in case.
Turn off the mixer thingy. Break 2 eegs and add to the bowl and chunk iin the cup of dried fruit.
Pick the fruit up off the floor.
Mix on the turner. If the fruit getas stuck in the beaters, just pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Test the tequila for tonsisticity.
Next, sift 2 cups of salt, or something, check the tequila, now shift the lemon ice strain your nuts.
Add 1 table. Add a spoon of sugar or somefink,whatever you can find.
Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 s and try not to fall over.
Get up, check tequila.
Don't forget to beat off the turner.
Finally throw the bowl through the window.
Finish the tequila and wipe off the counter with the cat.
Cherry Mhristmas!
1 cup sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1 cup water
1 tsp salt
1 cup brown sugar
Lemon juice
4 large eggs
Nuts
1 bottle tequila
2 cups dried fruit
Sample tequila to check quality.
Take a large bowl; check tequila again to be sure it is the highest quality.
Repeat.
Turn on electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 tsp of sugar. Beat again.
At this point, it is best to make sure tequila is still OK. Try another cup just in case.
Turn off the mixer thingy. Break 2 eegs and add to the bowl and chunk iin the cup of dried fruit.
Pick the fruit up off the floor.
Mix on the turner. If the fruit getas stuck in the beaters, just pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Test the tequila for tonsisticity.
Next, sift 2 cups of salt, or something, check the tequila, now shift the lemon ice strain your nuts.
Add 1 table. Add a spoon of sugar or somefink,whatever you can find.
Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 s and try not to fall over.
Get up, check tequila.
Don't forget to beat off the turner.
Finally throw the bowl through the window.
Finish the tequila and wipe off the counter with the cat.
Cherry Mhristmas!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Scared, on the other side of the computer.......
I'm well, MAYBE one week of the month. My health, scares me.
The longer that I deal with my lung problems without knowing what's wrong, scares me.
The possibility that I may die without being married, scares me.
Emergency Rooms, scare me. I'm uninsured. That bill would be terrible. That scares me.
Death, scares me.
My sister, scares me.
Airplanes, scare me.
The boogie man, scares me.
Now we're just reaching for things.
My point is.....right now, in my life, there are so many things that are scary to me.
As I sit here, (because moving around too much makes it much too difficult to breath) and I put my little witty comments on your FB stats.....and "LOL" at this and that. Know that, some of the time, I am indeed, laughing out laud.
But the other times, I'm just trying to breath.
Just trying to breath......in more ways than one.
The longer that I deal with my lung problems without knowing what's wrong, scares me.
The possibility that I may die without being married, scares me.
Emergency Rooms, scare me. I'm uninsured. That bill would be terrible. That scares me.
Death, scares me.
My sister, scares me.
Airplanes, scare me.
The boogie man, scares me.
Now we're just reaching for things.
My point is.....right now, in my life, there are so many things that are scary to me.
As I sit here, (because moving around too much makes it much too difficult to breath) and I put my little witty comments on your FB stats.....and "LOL" at this and that. Know that, some of the time, I am indeed, laughing out laud.
But the other times, I'm just trying to breath.
Just trying to breath......in more ways than one.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Things I know about addicts......
Addicts are liars.
Addicts are thieves.
Addicts don't give a shit about anyone else, except themselves.
Addicts play the victim.
Most addicts, wouldn't be addicts if it wasn't for those who enable them.
Enabler: : one that enables another to achieve an end; especially: one who enables another to persist in self-destructive behavior (as substance abuse) by providing excuses or by making it possible to avoid the consequences of such behavior. (merriam-webster.com)
Addicts will never hit "rock bottom" as long as they have enablers.
Addicts are thieves.
Addicts don't give a shit about anyone else, except themselves.
Addicts play the victim.
Most addicts, wouldn't be addicts if it wasn't for those who enable them.
Enabler: : one that enables another to achieve an end; especially: one who enables another to persist in self-destructive behavior (as substance abuse) by providing excuses or by making it possible to avoid the consequences of such behavior. (merriam-webster.com)
Addicts will never hit "rock bottom" as long as they have enablers.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
a REAL good man......
**Disclaimer** There WILL be A LOT of NASTY words in the blog......you've been warned.....
"Oh, he loves me." Says the girl that just got called a cunt, a whore, worthless and every other nasty name in the dictionary by her "man".
"Oh, he treats me so great. He's never laid a hand on me." Says the same girl whose mother walked in to find him on top of her in the middle of the fight.
"Oh, he spit in his face because......" Says the girl who thinks it's justifiable to spit in someones face.
"I don't do drugs!" says the girl who smokes meth with her "man"...because you know, drug users tell the truth!
These are just a couple of things I have heard in the past 12 hours. Names aren't being used because...well....there's no need to use them. This is my blog and I'm venting.
Now, I'd like to share with you what a real man is........
A man that NEVER puts his hands on a woman.....
A man that NEVER calls her a name out of anger.....
A man that SUPPORTS his family both financially and emotionally.....
OK....those are just a few. I really could go on and on but my brain isn't allowing that to happen right now. Basically, my point is this........
John, thank you for being a REAL man. I love you forever and always.
"Oh, he loves me." Says the girl that just got called a cunt, a whore, worthless and every other nasty name in the dictionary by her "man".
"Oh, he treats me so great. He's never laid a hand on me." Says the same girl whose mother walked in to find him on top of her in the middle of the fight.
"Oh, he spit in his face because......" Says the girl who thinks it's justifiable to spit in someones face.
"I don't do drugs!" says the girl who smokes meth with her "man"...because you know, drug users tell the truth!
These are just a couple of things I have heard in the past 12 hours. Names aren't being used because...well....there's no need to use them. This is my blog and I'm venting.
Now, I'd like to share with you what a real man is........
A man that NEVER puts his hands on a woman.....
A man that NEVER calls her a name out of anger.....
A man that SUPPORTS his family both financially and emotionally.....
OK....those are just a few. I really could go on and on but my brain isn't allowing that to happen right now. Basically, my point is this........
John, thank you for being a REAL man. I love you forever and always.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
The impact.....
maybe he just doesn't understand the impact that it has on me.
everytime i hear, that yet, another one of my friends or family is getting married, i cry.
i should be crying for their happiness. for the happiness that i know i have for them deep inside.
but no, i cry because it's not me. it's not me once again.
and i'm sorry to you, my dear, wonderful friends and family.
i truly am happy for you. and i love you.
everytime i hear, that yet, another one of my friends or family is getting married, i cry.
i should be crying for their happiness. for the happiness that i know i have for them deep inside.
but no, i cry because it's not me. it's not me once again.
and i'm sorry to you, my dear, wonderful friends and family.
i truly am happy for you. and i love you.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Killing the neighbors dog......
OH IF I ONLY HAD THE GUTS TO ACTUALLY DO IT! LOL!
So Animal Control is just about worthless.
First: Apparently animals only run during regular business hours.
I called last night about 6ish. The office is only open til 5! So I called the non-emergency police number.....I've had enough of this dog. I've had enough of the owner.
"Oh, it's not the dogs fault" Whatever. If I could poison the owner and not go to prison, I would.
If I could poison the dog and not think that I'd go to hell for it, I would.
I call my neighbor (the awesome ones) and tell her that I've called and was waiting for a call back. The officer on duty told me that I couldn't make an anonymous call, that animal control would have to contact me.
I told him, "Don't you know people are crazy these days? I don't KNOW the neighbor, what if he's a crazy?" Thinking to myself, he don't know me. What if I'm a crazy? (haha)
I ask my neighbor if she would come talk to them too because she has small dogs and children that she doesn't trust the dog around either. And while talking to her, my "other line" beeped in....
So animal control calls me and I spill my heart to them.
This dog will charge at you, barking and growling and stop charging within feet of you. If you've got a bat in hand, you could hit the damn thing.
It's one of those dogs that chase your car when you drive down the street. (I've actually tried hitting the dog. I left that part out......) How are those dogs able to do this without getting hit?!
I don't leave my house to get the kids from the bus, without my beating stick now. RIDICULOUS!
I can't let my kid outside...number one, he's terrified of most dogs and number 2, I don't trust that dog not to bite ME so I sure as hell don't trust it around my 6 year old.
I can't let my OWN dog outside on her RUNNER because I don't trust this dog not to bite her and I don't trust her not to tear him a new asshole!
I have neighbors that also have problems with this dog running the neighborhood.
So, after telling him everything and ask to remain anonymous, (which he had no problem with and was very nice) I hung up the phone and opened my window. I wanted to see when he showed up.
7:00 rolled around. No animal control. Dog still running and barking.
8:00 rolled around. Nothing.
Second reason Animal Control is Worthless: If you want them to actually show up, don't be the only person calling in a complaint.
8:30 rolls around and my good neighbor has had enough and wants the number. So I pass it on.
She gets in contact with animal control and makes a complaint.
A couple minutes before 9:00 the other family members that live in the house show up and the dog goes inside. FUCKING LOVELY.
9:05 I tell her that I'm going to bed, text me if they ever show up.
9:11 she texts me that they're here.
I step out on my front porch....at this time, I don't give a rats ass if they know I called. The good neighbors also step outside........
9:14 Animal Control backs out of the dogs owners driveway. And stops near the mailbox. I'm assuming to write down the address?
THEN LEAVES!!!!!
Thanks for nothing asshole. Thanks for nothing. WORTHLESS.
So my neighbor and I have vowed to call in and make a complaint each and every time now. No more letting it slide. I don't give a damn if the owners are outside trying to get the dog inside. I'm calling. I'm DONE!
And if that doesn't work. Bacon grease and a sponge. Or maybe just some good ol antifreeze. (yeah, that would never happen, but threatening it, makes me feel better.)
So Animal Control is just about worthless.
First: Apparently animals only run during regular business hours.
I called last night about 6ish. The office is only open til 5! So I called the non-emergency police number.....I've had enough of this dog. I've had enough of the owner.
"Oh, it's not the dogs fault" Whatever. If I could poison the owner and not go to prison, I would.
If I could poison the dog and not think that I'd go to hell for it, I would.
I call my neighbor (the awesome ones) and tell her that I've called and was waiting for a call back. The officer on duty told me that I couldn't make an anonymous call, that animal control would have to contact me.
I told him, "Don't you know people are crazy these days? I don't KNOW the neighbor, what if he's a crazy?" Thinking to myself, he don't know me. What if I'm a crazy? (haha)
I ask my neighbor if she would come talk to them too because she has small dogs and children that she doesn't trust the dog around either. And while talking to her, my "other line" beeped in....
So animal control calls me and I spill my heart to them.
This dog will charge at you, barking and growling and stop charging within feet of you. If you've got a bat in hand, you could hit the damn thing.
It's one of those dogs that chase your car when you drive down the street. (I've actually tried hitting the dog. I left that part out......) How are those dogs able to do this without getting hit?!
I don't leave my house to get the kids from the bus, without my beating stick now. RIDICULOUS!
I can't let my kid outside...number one, he's terrified of most dogs and number 2, I don't trust that dog not to bite ME so I sure as hell don't trust it around my 6 year old.
I can't let my OWN dog outside on her RUNNER because I don't trust this dog not to bite her and I don't trust her not to tear him a new asshole!
I have neighbors that also have problems with this dog running the neighborhood.
So, after telling him everything and ask to remain anonymous, (which he had no problem with and was very nice) I hung up the phone and opened my window. I wanted to see when he showed up.
7:00 rolled around. No animal control. Dog still running and barking.
8:00 rolled around. Nothing.
Second reason Animal Control is Worthless: If you want them to actually show up, don't be the only person calling in a complaint.
8:30 rolls around and my good neighbor has had enough and wants the number. So I pass it on.
She gets in contact with animal control and makes a complaint.
A couple minutes before 9:00 the other family members that live in the house show up and the dog goes inside. FUCKING LOVELY.
9:05 I tell her that I'm going to bed, text me if they ever show up.
9:11 she texts me that they're here.
I step out on my front porch....at this time, I don't give a rats ass if they know I called. The good neighbors also step outside........
9:14 Animal Control backs out of the dogs owners driveway. And stops near the mailbox. I'm assuming to write down the address?
THEN LEAVES!!!!!
Thanks for nothing asshole. Thanks for nothing. WORTHLESS.
So my neighbor and I have vowed to call in and make a complaint each and every time now. No more letting it slide. I don't give a damn if the owners are outside trying to get the dog inside. I'm calling. I'm DONE!
And if that doesn't work. Bacon grease and a sponge. Or maybe just some good ol antifreeze. (yeah, that would never happen, but threatening it, makes me feel better.)
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