Yeah …. right.  All talk and zero game!

So there is one, single, lonely draft sitting in my admin section, with just random letters in it … that’s it!

Where are all the stories, the random stupid stuff that you all said would take FOREVER to write up??

I didn’t realize when you said forever, you meant that it would take you forever to log on to the computer and actually do it .. lol!

Wow me with some stories, or I will find you!

So come one, come all, and post those crazy, stupid, fun, sad, or any other story about Timmy. We will make this blog dedicated to the future Timmy Jr, or Timmi (does putting an ‘i’ at the end of it make it look more girly?) so she can see how truely lucky he/she is that he is a great dad (and hasn’t killed himself yet doing something retarded .. lol!).

OR

If you would rather not be so sentimental, to immortalize Timmy and stroke his ego! Either way, ought to be some fun, and maybe some of us will hear some stories that we haven’t heard a million times (Timmy: ‘Hey, remember that time ….’ Me: ‘Yes, you have only told me a HUNDRED times’)

Let the fun begin, Timmy, I think it would be best if you commented and not posted about yourself, makes it more interesting to hear other people’s sides of the stories, BUT if you must, feel free to.

I said a while back that the looks of this site will be changing, and they will, I promise!  Need to upgrade the blog, and add some kick ass SEO tools. In the mean time, TIMMY HART, TIMMY HART, TIMMY HART!

Maybe we will even make some IHateTimmy T-shirts and coffee mugs! Happy Posting, and if you have any questions, shoot me an email at kk@ihatetimmy.com

*If you don’t know how to post, go to the bottom of the screen, click on register, and once you are logged in, click on the Add New, under the post section. Need help, shoot me an email.

What Happens in Vegas ....

Catchy title, right? Oh Timmy, do I have a story for you!

As I menioned before, I am using fake names to maintain the privacy of those included in this blog, and my husband refused to pick a name when I asked so I have dubbed him … Dick. Appropriate at times, especially in this story.

Earlier this month, Dick and I went to a conference in Vegas. I went to, well, work, and Dick went to play. This was only the second time in Vegas and the first got the better of him (lost $300 in 10 minutes at the craps table). He was bound and determined to come back pocketing some winnings.

We got there on a Saturday and the trip started out great. Dick went up about $500 in the first day off of video poker and black jack. He kept hitting those 4 of a kinds with the kicker. We visited with friends and had some outstanding food and drinks. After the first day, he slowing began giving it back to the casino, but at least it was slowly.

On Monday night we went to a party for a potential client which was very crowded, hot, and it was getting very late after a long day of being up on my feet at the conference. My feet were absolutely killing me. Dick didn’t know many people there, so we decided that we were going to go ahead up to the room. At least I thought! We were walking by a bar, and Dick said, “Hey lets stop so I can smoke and have a few drinks before we go to bed.”  As tired as I was, I agreed since our room was none smoking. (Dick normally dips, but dip is hard to come by in the casino and when you do, it’s about $11 a can).

Anyhow, Dick stuck a $20 into the Video Poker machine and played on it for a bit, just to lose it. The bartender gave me a water and asked if I need a pillow, so I decided, maybe I should go up to bed. Dick said he would be up as soon as he either lost his money or won a bit (our rule is when you go up a bit, cash out, stick your winnings in your opposite pocket and put the rest in the maching if you want to keep playing).

So I went up to bed about 12:30. Dick came rolling up to the room 3 HOURS LATER! So much for following me to bed. He stripped his way to the bed, and almost immediately got back up and went to the bathroom. I was dozing in out and occasionally asking if he was alright.

About 30 minutes later I hear a loud shatter! I got up and ran to the bathroom, half expecting to see Dick laying on the floor with the sick around his head, but nope … I open the bathroom door, and he’s standing there in a drunken stupor, trying to hold the toliet together.

He doesn’t remember how it happened, but somehow, some way, he SHATTERED the toilet in the bathroom. It wasn’t just a crack, it wasn’t just a simple clean break. The damn toliet was shattered into a million pieces on the floor!

I had to call the front deak at 4 in the morning to ask them to come replace (not fix) the toliet. After I made the call, I walked into the bathroom again to discover that in the whole process Dick had knocked my iPhone onto the floor and it was sitting in a good quater inch of water!!

Dick then walked over to the bed closest to the window and passed out and slept through the maintance guys coming in out with toliet pieces and new pieces. I was sooooo extremely mad, watching him sleep, while I dealt with the hotel staff fixing and laughing, thinking about how I was going to have to get up in an hour to work! …. But it made for a great story the rest of the day, and everyone who saw him the rest of the trip gave him a hard time.

Till tomorrow Timmy. Keep floating!

Timmy, the inspiration for this blog.

I hate Timmy! Well it’s more like a love/hate relationship. Before you get to far, this is not a blog written by a bitter girlfriend or any type of revenge blog. Timmy is actually someone who is near and dear to my heart, at least before he went off and joined the navy and now we never hear from him anymore, at least I don’t (guilt trip for you Timmy, you know I love them!).

I bought this domain a couple/few years ago, one night, when my husband and I, were hanging out with Timmy and although I do not remember exactly how it went down, I went to GoDaddy on my BlackBerry and bought it right then and there. I told him that I was going to post about all of his stupid antics, like his numerous times wrecking his truck in the middle of a field with no one around, and riding his tiny niece’s tricycle;  at least those are the things I feel okay writing about on a public blog.

But I never got around to it. Between our son, and our company, there just wasn’t any time. There really isn’t much time now either, so I will be very surprised if I am able to keep up on this.

Anyhow, enough of my excuses, more about Timmy. Timmy and I use to talk about a lot of things, but we both are very strong headed and stubborn which cased us to fight a lot. We even got into it so badly one night that we didn’t speak for a couple/few months. Let’s just say that drinking, emotions, and arguing does not make for a good mix.  (Another reason that the domain is IHateTimmy)

Timmy left us a while ago for the Navy, have I not mentioned that yet?! And we have only seen him once since he was gone. He brought a very odd guy back with him, and they pretty much just sang Irish drinking songs (random, right?) the whole time they were home.  He calls my husband from time to time and they update each other a little bit but I don’t hear from him anymore. Soooooo……

Timmy, this blog is for you! To update you on the things that are going on in our world back at home (kind of), and tell you all of the stupid little stories that I know that you would appreciate (boy I have a good one from Vegas!). For the sake of the privacy of the people in this blog, I will be changing their names in my posts, all but Timmy’s.

Although this blog is for Timmy, I welcome anyone who cares to read and comment.

Here’s to you, Timmy, floating around in your can in the ocean, waiting to press that fire button!