Spicy Cracker

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My amazing husband is my life line and no one person will every come between us.
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Spicy's Story Corner #1
Friday, August 26, 2005
Spicy is going to dig deep deep deep into the past to tell the kiddies a little story. Back in late 2000 I was living with my one and olny roomate that I've ever had until I married Mr. Spicy C. Now as far as roomates go from what I can tell I lucked out. She was one of the best people I could've ever met. So with that being said, she knew I had a big blow up chair with ottomen and I thouht I'd surprise her by blowing this thing up. She was still sleeping, so I thought this would be the perfect time to do this. Now here comes the hard part how was I going to blow up this Chair with out an electric pump? It'll take to long to blow it up myself and anyway I'd blow out my ear drums with all that puffing. Well I did have a hand held manual balloon pump. Now when I was proceeding to use this pump you can hear the air rushing in and out. It wasn't very loud but it was a constant type hissing in and out.

15 mins later the little ottoman was done. Oh man what have I gotten myself into? The chair is 5 times the size of the ottoman at least. well it's early Saturday morning so I'll just flip on some cartoons to pass the time and I figure she wont be up for at leat another hour.

Half way through pumping up the chair I heard her door open, so I'm thinking, "Awww man it wont be a surprise when she comes to the kitchen to get her morning cola to drink." Something odd this morning she never went to the kitchen... she never passed by the living room, she went straight into the shower?

"Oh Score I can maybe finish the chair before she gets out." So I'm pumping away. Another 25 mins later finally, finally finished and wow I'm tired. So another hour comes and goes ... man where is she? She always comes out by now... Well finally she passes by the living room into the kitchen and on her way back she gives me a very short hi and seems kinda of peeved. So I say, "Did you see, I blew up the chair for you. :)" I said this with such joy and glee.

Then I saw a smile cross her face and a giggle. (oh cool I think I cured her bad mood, little had I known I had caused it)

So about half an hour goes by I think, and she tells me "I have something funny to tell you, I was mad at you this morning cause when I got up I heard some heavy breathing in the living room and was pissed cause I thought, 'Oh great I can't even go into my own living room cause she's in there getting it on with someone.' She realized the heavy breathing was the balloon pump, and we got a good laugh out of it.

Just to let you know I wasn't the type of person who would do that sort of thing in the living room with other people around, but we had only lived together about 2 weeks at that point and I could see her concern so I reasured her that there would be no time she'd ever have to worry about ever being able to go into any room with caution.

I look back to that day and still get a chuckle. And the blow up chair was a great asset to our apartment ... good times ... good times....
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 8:35 AM   3 comments
Monday, August 22, 2005
All of a sudden it occured to me... I've been missing something in my life.... I haven't been updating my blog.

Sorry kiddies-

My angest and disgust left quite a few days ago so I've actually gotten some peace and quiet. One of my pet peeve's other than being put on the spot and trying to turn out of a drive way on to a major road waiting on people that are driving by do Freaking decide if they are going to turn on a DAMN turn signal when you could've went 8 times already is people who only hang out with you or bug you when their "one other friend" is not around. What the hell is that about. Or those who invite them selves along when you're talking about an event with others and they happen to walk by and over hear.

Or my favorite the ones that automatically plan you're weekend or the ones that call you like crazy having to know what is going on for the 6th time. Don't get me wrong I'm all about organization but crap. I just like to have an idea of what the weekend fortells so I do feel like I'm pissing my life away doing nothing productive. But don't freaking call me, "so what are we going to do?" Or invite yourself along.

I wonder where all my bitterness and anger comes from sometimes. As a small child I loved people but they were all older. I never really had any children my age to play with so I never really liked smaller or younger children. Sometimes I wonder if that is where this all started my hatred for morons... or if it was something my father said to me that I hold dear to my heart this very day.

"Be careful how many people are around you and keep only one friend at a time, reason being one is easier to watch." ~JFB
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 9:40 AM   0 comments
TACT, I guess it's a 4 letter word.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
I turned to becoming Spicy Cracker cause I wanted to say what I myself, and or my friends couldn't say because we actually give a damn about hurting other peoples feelings, basically we have TACT. Don't go into an establishment mocking peoples accents or cultures or cultural beliefs. Especially having a person that you don't know sit right next to you being part of that culture. Not like I first meet someone and walk up to them going ... Gosh in my imagination you'd be a lot prettier than you are... Did you know you look like a Pug? Stop living vicariously through others and get over yourself...

I'm not saying I'm a freaking genius, I know I'm not. All I know I'm not a 2bit whore and proud of who I am and what I have instead of not knowing how to survive on my own with out being rescued. You're not better than anyone else, your "friends" are not perfect, in fact they are so far from perfect that they should be locked up or pimped out based on their over all goals in life.

Sometimes I hate myself for doing this blog ... Talking about drama which I try to stay away from in my day to day living. Other times I think blogging keeps drama out of my life. I'm working on my innerself I guess in the long run this is all a test. Hey it's either this or I start to open my mouth and lose my sense of TACT and not give a damn. But for now.. I'll just keep it here and beat my keyboard to get out my frustration....

"I wish life was sweet like a Honey gram Cracker"
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 11:44 PM   1 comments
Oh the sun is up... what the Hell it's only 4:57am?
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Ok so I took down my little makeshift curtain being I forgot why I hung it in the spot I did. THE GOD FORSAKEN SUN. DOES IT HAVE NO HEART?????
Here I thought It was some insane time in the midmorning to early afternoon and that Mr. Spicy was late for work but nnnnooooooooooooo it was 4:57 in the freaking A.M.

On that note I dozed in and out till Mr. Spicy got up and left. I got up and piddled around alittle bit before I crack another college book and trying to be all I can be. I haven't been here in a few days so let me up date ya on the Drama Queen and my spazed out would be house guest.

Drama Queen: Well she's leaving here pretty soon. Aparently life here is so bad for a Post Teen (I'd call her a young adult but I'd be lying) she's going to run home to mommy and daddy. This is a beautiful place if you know where your priorities lye I guess. I've been so busy with so many little things I just don't have time to keep people entertained. Or at least in my mind I've been so busy I'm just avoiding everybody. She's never really been on her own, paying her own bills showing any real responcibility in a weird sad sadistical way I hope she falls on her face. (dear baby Jesus please forgive me for that comment) But I do take joy in the fact that she'll be leaving .... but I digress I know'll she'll call and give me updates on her party girl lifestyle and her loser drugged out friends that have no goals.

I'm just a quiet person (you wouldn't know it the way I bitch in this blog) that loud sounds even get to me. That sucks too cause I think I'm going deaf in my right ear. *sigh*

Would be house Guest: This is a whole nother issue. Because people suck.... it looks like my house guest might not be coming till a later date. Of course once again ... drugs are involved and something about a baby and liquor oh yea... and a hotel. The exact story is unclear being that I was awaken at such an innconvient time in the morning. All I know is I just busted my ass trying to clear a space for her and this is what happens when I try to be nice. Well I think it's time for No More Mrs. Spicy Cracker. It's going to be all about Me Me Me.

Ok Ok thats a lie to or this blog would be reallllly boring. I appreciate anyone who stops by. And thanks for your comments. I wish you all peace and happiness and odd happenings to blog about.

oooooohhhhh is that easy cheese to put on a waffer?
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 11:23 AM   0 comments
A very Tired Spicy
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Spicy partied like a RoCk StAr this weekend.
(ok not really like a rock star but I did hang with the TPS band this weekend and drank Diet Coke)
And they are allllll yummy.
Mr. Spicy had a good time too.
Good people feel me full of joy. So does good food! (Hit a great little restaurant in town for first time... I think I found my second home.)
Went down "town" listen to another band play.
Started to get tired... on way home got half way home got 2nd wind and decided to go to Wally World at 1:00am.
The biggest Bitch in the world was standing behind me on her cell phone.
A new cashier was in training ringing us up.
She didn't know how to run credit card machine.
Line started to back up.
Bitch started to go off... about how she was in a huge hurry and blah blah....
3 really big girls told her off and that she was a bitch....
3 big girls went out to parking lot to beat her ass...
Bitch girl jumped in car and zoomed away...
God I was really looking forward for her to making a happy home in her ass for a shoe.
Bought items for house guest.
Realize karma is a very delicate situation when going to wally world at 1:00am...
I cleaned all day Sunday... cleaned and packed and cleaned and unpacked...
sigh...

Spicy is a very very tired lady...

"Hey you gonna eat that Ritz :)"
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 11:45 PM   3 comments
Oh Where has the day gone.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Woke up to phone call from Mr. Spicy Cracker telling me it was time to get up.
Got call from friend E2....
Got call from psyco drunk ass family member... (please note previous situation)
Running late to meet up with Mr. Spicy Cracker.
Had feeling would get lost.
Got bad directions from Mr. Spicy Cracker on how to meet up with him.
Was lost for 42 mins.
Progressively got pissed as I was driving around.
Found Mr. Spicy Cracker's vehicle, (wanted to ram into it was so mad)
Forgave the situation ... realized was to hungry to care....
Ate a really fat polish sausage for lunch.
(OH GOD why did I EAT the really fat Polish Sausage)
Came home to see really cute neighbor unloading groceries from his car.
He invited me in..... (sounds like bad porn)
Gave me directions to a party this weekend.
I baked cookies he asked for a desert (sence I'm married I opted for the kind with sugar in it)
Mr. Spicy came home early.
I took 3 hour nap.
Got up and cooked... felt bad that Mr. Spicy was up and hungry.
Hence why I am up at 329am typing on my blog.

I just love Saltines~
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 3:29 AM   2 comments
Spicy's Day..so far .. it's only 7:50 am
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Was sleepy at 9:30pm...last night.
Decided the one program I watch was more important than my tiredness at that moment.
Realized was Screwed by 11pm.... (wide awake by then)
Decided to read.
I love to read.
I read 3 different books... I kept switching cause I would get really into it and wouldn't put it down.
Realized still not tired.
Signifacant other was sleeping so soundly...
I feel asleep listening to their breath..
It was about 245am
At 430 my phone rang... *&^%$
I'm going to have a house guest....
It seems shady, will return phone call later...
Decided couldn't sleep
.....
Here I am... still haven't gone back to sleep
Still not tired
Going shoping.

Oh Cracker Crumbs!
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 7:50 AM   2 comments
Spicy Day
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Hey Hey Spicy here.

I did a little cleaning.
I did a little shopping.
I did a lot of avoiding.
I did a little chatting.
I did some cooking.

One busy little spicy cracker. The avoiding I'll go into. There's a girl here that thinks just cause we speak on a here and there basis we're the "Best of Friends". (said in sarcastic voice) I'm sorry that your husband is a dumbass but you being a lazy, whiney ass, busy body doesn't really help the situation either. They have 2 kids which neither one really wants to take care of them. It's always ... "I've been with the kids all day... it's your turn or I've been at work all day you should just do it" I feel sorry for the kids, they didn't ask for this. Well anywho all this gets really old after a while. Everyday it's something else. Bitching about one thing or another. I pray for the day she leaves, don't bitch about it baby cakes.... Just leave. ...just short of baby momma drama. Well Spicy here is off....

Oh ya, Check out www.HotBiscuit.blogspot.com gotta give a shot out to my other Carb blogger.... much love HB much love.
posted by Spicy Cracker @ 1:11 AM   0 comments
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