Monday, December 21, 2009
Now over the past year, I have grown fond of of car, considering it is paid for, starts every day, it's all one color, has a V8 engine... but, it is an old lady car (no offense) It's a 1998 Lincoln Mark VIII. It's a 2 door, and creme colored.
A few days ago, I picked up a scratch off lottery ticket, after we lost we speculated on what we would spend 10,000 on had we one... I said "Momma's getting a new car!" and hence planted the seed into hubby's brain.
I was just playing, it was total speculation. Yes, the cup holder broke, and the space filler around the gear shift cracked, the seat warmer doesn't work it has 140K miles on it... So what! IT WAS A FREE CAR!
So hubby decided he wants to take a loan out of his 401K to purchase me a new vehicle... I said NO! I will drive that car until it dies, and then we can consider our options. There is no need to replace something that works and have a loan we don't want or can't afford.
SO yesterday, we took my car to go to "The Living Christmas Tree" and when we left, just as we got on the long stinking bridge, we heard a horrible noise... It was a flat tire. We pull over, it was cold, hubby was slightly irritated, and mumbled something like, I sure am glad we are keeping this &*&^*&%#$ car...
Sigh... Pray that I can calm hubby down and he doesn't do anything irrational...
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I retrieved the GPS out of hubby's truck at 5:30 am this morning so that I could travel all over the county making deliveries with out worry... Even removed all the empty cups, discarded lunch sacks, lost school papers and 5 jackets belong to either me Preteen A or Little P. I plugged in the GPS on our way to school and realized... it wasn't working. We twisted and turned, plugged and unplugged and then realized that a penny had fallen into the cigerette lighter... We tried gun on the end of a pencil, a key, and any other object we could find in the car to remove it, until I remembered seeing a paper clip. Preteen straightened the paperclip and retrieved the foul penny. We re-plugged the GPS and no go. We figure the penny shorted the fuse. So I tell Preteen to grab the owners manual and see which fuse needs replaced to the lighter... The owners manual is missing! MISSING! I mean, who, wants to read an owners manual for entertainment? Now that option is out the window.
After Little P was at school and Preteen A had gotten the bus I decided to go home and map quest all my destinations... No problem right? You'd think, except, I had given Preteen my keychain with the house key minus the car key, since I knew I would be working late and she would arrive home before me. Now I am completely defeated... I don't know what to do... Then I think... I'll trade vehicles with hubby! So I call his cell, then I text him, and I call again, because, well lets face it, I'm desperate! He finally answers "WHAT!" So I quickly as possible explain the situation and he says, fine, come get it. But babe, I say, I need you to bring out a key because the spare that I keep at all times is on the key ring that I gave Preteen this morning.
Can you believe this? All before 8am. Yeah, BEFORE 8 AM. I was then lead to two yes 1, 2 closed roads via the GPS that works in my hubby's truck/dumpster.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Then I came after him with a golf club, and he ran out of the house and jumped in the car and ran into a tree to I smashed in the REAR window to get in and pull him out... oh wait, that wasn't me... lol just kidding there tiger...
So we are all good, and I took little P to girl scouts and when I returned home...
The dog had been washed
The living room cleaned and vacuumed
Dinner put away
laundry (mine) put away
I would like to declare that little act of rebellion...
Monday, December 7, 2009
He should run out of clothes any day now... tee hee
I also didn't make his side of the bed
or take his coffee mug to the sink.
Since I don't do ANYTHING to please him. I'm not.
I feel so empowered.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
She was telling me that James Dobson has in his website a list of "Christmas Friendly" stores... You can view them here. I said that i thought that was ridiculous... I don't understand why we are constantly surprised that non-Christians don't portray christian like behavior. These stores are not Christian-based stores, why would we expect them to to solely say "Merry Christmas" and not happy holidays etc...Hanukkah, or winter solace... I thought that this web site was very irresponsible, if there were facts there, as far as store policy's ect... ok, but it is all hear say and no filter... One person was upset because one store only played non religious Christmas songs, and one store didn't offer baby Jesus wrapping paper. She said "what does red/green or snowmen have to do with Christmas? My question, what does a $34 t-shirt from the GAP have to do with Christmas?
People are able to rate the stores as Christmas: Friendly. Negligent or Offensive...
One person's rated a store offensive because there web site only contained the phrase "holiday gifts" not "Christmas gifts" Really, you found that offensive? I am thinking Jesus would find it offensive that we, as Christians, save money for an entire year to splurge and spoil our family in an effort to measure our love for them in material things. What exactly does purchasing gifts of any kind have to do with the TRUE meaning of Christmas?
If anyone is going to take these "suggestions" to heart, then they should do their own research. Find out what the corporate policy is... and stick with it YEAR ROUND...
A Born again
Baptized in the Spirit
Sinner saved by Grace
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Ok here is the initial e-mail I received all names have been removed to protect the innocent. It's long so I am going to edit it a bit..k?
I have something that I have attached to my desk that is good for me to read each morning, night or whatever. I am going to send it to you, Anyway, it is this...
I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems.
Please remember that I do not need your help.
If the devil happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle,
DO NOT attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFJTD (something for Jesus to do) box.
It will be addressed in MY time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, DO NOT hold on to it or attempt to remove it. Holding on or removal will delay the resolution of your problem.
LuckyWife, it's me again, we have a SFJTD box and it may sound silly but my whole family uses it, even my children, and sometimes just having it reminds us that God is in control and we just have to give it to Him. anyway, I know that I am not near where the rest of you are, and this may seem imature to the rest of you, but I just thought I would share some of what I am learning, I am really sorry I don't have the guts to speak in group. I am not sure I will stay, I think I may be in a whole different place than the rest of you, but anyway, thanks for listening to me at times and I think you are a really neat and sweet person. I will still read the next book and I will make sure to pay you for it, but please keep me in your prayer, I thought is was kind of neat, you got my card this week, I was actually thinking about you when I wrote it, I knew if anyone understood some of what I am going through it would be you. Just think though, mine are living with me permanently until, who knows, please pray. and thanks again.
So my reply:
Hi Small Group Friend,
I love that letter, I OFTEN need reminded of just that, I am not in control, and I need to let go of things so that Jesus can take care of it. The only problem with a SFJTD box at my house is that I would be tempted to read everything my kids write and then try and "help" Jesus by taking care of them myself, lol.
Wether you speak up or not, I would hate to see you leave the group, what makes our group so special is the very fact that everyone there is in a different place in their walk with the Lord. Imagine, a group of woman, in the same place, with the same knowledge... How would they grow? If they strayed, there would be no one with more experience, to guide them. And as they grow, they then woudl be given the opportunity to help someone else grow.
THink of it like this... Six woman all standing on a ledge of a mountian. Do you all reach for the next step at the exact same time? What if that next step was a tricky one? You all would slip and fall together.
Or six woman all standing on a ledge together, one person has been there before, and knows where the best step is... She can guide you and then you can help the next person to come along.
If you aren't comfortable in our group, I understand and take no offense, but consider that you might be exactally where you are meant to be.
Love Lucky Wife
Ok, yes, this is getting long, but the POINT of this story, YES I have one, was that my SG leader, the person I read this too before I hit the send button, she said, I should "write or something, like one of those on-line things" A blog? I asked, yeah, she said, I think that's what they are called...
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Weight 194 lbs
BMI 28.6 (over 25 is overweight, over 30 is obese)
So this morning I drug my sorry (extra large) hiney outta bed and walked up and down my drive way twice... Yeah, I know whoop de doo, but it's a long driveway, at least 2/10 of a mile, and it's up a hill. It was 5:30 am, pitch black, and surrounded by scary creepy forest trees and my sorry excuse for a guard dog had to be bribed to go with me... So I walked down the hill, when I got to the bottom , my dog took off and left me in the dark, I jogged up the hill, I looked up and saw a shooting star. Woo hoo... That was cool. Then, feeling slightly empowered, I went another go, walked down the hill, got totally creeped out and ran back up. Then sucked air for at least 4-5 minutes before I could compose myself and get in the shower...
It's a start... BTW- Due to last years illness, and possible depression I am about 22 pounds heavier than my 15 yr average at 172... I just want to see 172 again... That's all.
Monday, November 16, 2009
I am feeling pouty today… I believe this could be HIGHLY induced by
the roller coasters of hormones raging through my body my "cycle". If you don't care to read along and listen to me whine like a spoiled snot nosed snob, then here is your warning to get out.
So Hubby and I cleaned out our closet Saturday, we have a huge closet that also doubles as the "catch all". In this cleaning out process, I also ditched any clothing that I hadn't worn in the past year (ok I maybe kept 3 things that I couldn't part with yet, but you get the picture) So there is currently a pile about 4x4 ft square and at least 4 ft high of clothes and shoes that were discarded by me and hubby.
On to the pouty part, I own exactly 3 pairs of dress pants (I work in an office 5 days a week, do the math) Only one dress shirt does not have either a stain or hole in it. The holes are from my
idiot dog precious canine greeting me when I come home, poking an unnoticeable claw through my shirt only to be fully exposed after it has been washed and dried. Yes I scolded, the dog for jumping up on me only to have hubby come home 30 min later in his grungy work clothes and encourage the dog to jump up on him. Ugh.
Then I found the offer letter to Hubby from the company that he works for, the one offering him a nice comfortable salary to up and move to Tennessee… the same one that they retracted 10 minutes after we pulled into the driveway of our new home (IN TENNESSEE). It makes me angry that hubby feels like he isn't providing, when at the same time out of 1000 employees only 120 are left, 120 that include him. I am grateful for employment, period. So I guess I should quit pouting, huh.
What else? Well my 12 yr old car needs fixed, shocking, right? There is NO money for that, but instead I spend a few dollars every couple days putting more oil in… yea, oil leak. And I leaky tire, and I broke the cup holder this morning, my seat doesn't move forward anymore.
Have I mentioned lately that I'm fat? Fatter? More plump than my body has been used to other than two pregnancies, 10 and 12 years ago? Every night I lie in bed and think, Tomorrow I am just gonna get dressed and go outside and walk up and down the drive way a couple times. (It's really long and down a hill…) Then the next morning I wake, and drag my lifeless (fat) body to the kitchen for that cup of joe and then the thought of lugging my body outside, in the cold… well that thought just dissipates into thin air.
I will have the exact same thought tonight when I am lying in bed.
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
When you are ready to assemble, flatten your cake, unless you are betty crocker herself and it doesn't have a big dome on top. (I use thread or dental floss)
Friday, November 6, 2009
Mom - Did Pre-teen get the birthday package I sent her?
Me - Yes, got it in the mail today.
I wonder if she is running off to CVS to grab the higher voltage reading glasses yet? Tee Hee
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
My husband's brother and wife came to visit... And hubby's mom and dad as well... Why do you care? Well you probably don't really except that my sister in law and mother in law are in a bit of a tiff with each other... They each claim not to be mad at the other but before our meal, MIL began to eat and I asked "Did you pray for everyone?" She replied "I prayed for myself the rest of you can die" Wow, Great example MIL, what a good Christian spirit there... And you wonder why Sister in law wants NOTHING to do it (Chistianity that is)
Sister in law locked her self in a bedroom to hide... don't really blame her there...
We went trick or treating, in the rain, and on a hay ride, in the POURING rain, and now my body aches, I have a sore throat... and for the literal part of my title, I think I have Hemmroids... Sorry was that TMI? I am dying here! Preperation H works alot better on my puffy eyes than it seems to be doing on its intended purpose.
Insert pouting face and tears.
ps - No my MIL does not live with us or even near us, it's just that she flies for free and "visits" WAY TO OFTEN!
Friday, October 30, 2009
God knew me before he formed me. Right? So after he had figured that all out... he got busy making me just the right person to be my best friend. That could not have been an easy task, as I am not always sensible. I mean... he had to make someone that he knew, would...
1. Not give up when I was (a smidge) self centered.
2. Not desert me when time and paths stretched long apart.
3. Let me ramble on about things that she has NO interest in.
4. Laugh at my silliness.
5. Share their love of Jesus, and have awesome conversations with.
6. Relate to the baggage I carry.
7. Force me to speak truth, when I want to cover things up with half truths.
8. Let me ask hard questions, because I trust her with everything.
9. Love me...
Anyways... I just hope she knows that I feel truly blessed to have her as my friend, and that only the work of God could have created such perfection. She isn't everyone perfect friend, She's my perfect friend.
Happy Birthday... I hope you have an incredible day... I love you.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The best part of this new friendship... Material! I have just been dried out here in blogland.
Friends my own age
The adventures of preteen eye makeup
So what big change would put an old friend in shock? Do tell!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Today MIL called Lucky Wife to tell her that her preteen had forwarded her a creepy picture of a girl holding a knife, with a traditional scary Halloween story that implied "If you don't forward this to 10 people, you will find pictured scary girl at the foot of your bed" MIL's intentions were to "tattle" on the young girl but Lucky Wife - THE MOTHER - had already seen said item. Preteen had showed me the item herself. MIL then proceeded to try and figure out what the child's punishment was (if any) and she was dismayed to hear "it was handled" giving her NO satisfaction to her request. The MIL then told Lucky Wife that she "just feels better talking about it" to which Lucky Wife replied that she was at work and she would have to find someone else to talk to.
Unfortunately this conversation has NOT hindered her plans to visit us in 2 weeks.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
2. Hubby is back to work and has been transferred to the Engineering Dept. which is an awesome thing.
3. Today is my dad's birthday... He's 63, today is also my friend Penny's birthday she's 49, not that any of this matters to you. You may find it interesting that I dread this phone call... Why? Well, it is just such a painful call at times... I will post our dialogue later, you'll see.
4. I completely lost it on my daughter this morning...After I woke her 472 times, she finally dressed and went back to sleep, then I yelled and screamed and she brushed her teeth and hair and went to watch TV, I stomped, screamed, snarled and snorted and she finally put her shoes, coat and backpack on. When I went outside she was REFUSING to get in the back seat because Sissy was in the front (it's a 2 door) It was at that moment that I said:
Monday, October 5, 2009
Hubby took me out to lunch(that should have been my first clue) and toward the end of our meal he said "We need to talk" oh great, I'm thinking, what did I screw up now? "I've been thinking about this for a while now and I do want to have another baby, now I don't want you to make any decisions right away, just think about it" ok sure, I'll think about it...
Here's the problem, my decision changes with the wind. One day I feel all maternal and lovey and we took our girls to the library and hubby picked out a book "Preconception diet, Boy-Diet A, Girl-Diet B" which was fine until I saw that it was written in 1982,and it said "based on recent discoveries about the use of alcohol during pregnancy, we have omitted them from the diet" and the first day mentions Cow Tongue...Sorry sweet heart, I don't love you that much.
Then the wind blows and I remember that I have a (almost)12 yr old and 9 yr old. So that means when the new baby FINALLY starts kindergarten, the girls will be juniors and freshmen in HS. Seriously?
Then, directional wind change... we have 2 girls, and I would guess if we only had boys that I would long for a girl... Would I? Not June, do you ever wished your had gone one more time to get a girl? Stacy? any regrets ladies? I NEED TO KNOW!
Quite frankly, and I know this is might sound strange, but I am way more in love with my hubby now than when we had babies... we were still kids our selves... (I was 22 and 25 when they were born) I think experiencing having a child with this man would be exciting... and completely different from the first two, when he thought I had aliens in my belly and didn't even want to feel them kick...
And then I feel like Lynette from Desperate housewives after she found out she was pregnant... Here watch Hormones
I sometimes feel like I am too old to have more, and then realize that the reason I hang out with woman 10-15 years older than me is because we have the same ages kids and they all started at my age... Started... See I had my two girls at age 22 and age 25, I am now 34... Which I am having a hard time gripping with that I am not too old... I actually had convinced myself that it was too late... Door shut... seems it never got shut all the way...
How does anyone PLAN to have a child? I am a train wreck... My thoughts are scrambled, as is this post (sorry) One day I am ready to just let God bless me in what ever way he sees fit, and then the next I think... yeah right... have you not seen the sense of humor he has? He'll bless me alright, with twins and before you know it, I have have 3 more...
I just can't make any sense of my feelings, hormones, maternal desires... Do I want this, or do I want this for Hubby? Will I resent him? Will I flourish?
I truly don't know what I want.
Monday, September 21, 2009
See, in a rational sense, I love her, but quite frankly I am tired of her ... gee I'm just a naive christian woman excuse... I mean, if she SERIOUSLY thought I was watching my weight, and on a diet, and proclaim that she desperatly needed to loose weight, then why did she buy 3 boxes of klondike bars, 3 half gallons of ice cream, 1 jumbo bag of hershey's chocolate, nacho cheese and chips?
If she really was "just about to empty the garbage", how come she never actually does?
Quite frankly, I don't care if she doesn't... it's the constant "I was just about to do that" comment, and the grand gesture she makes of everything... She actually said to my mom, "Don't worry about mopping the floor, I did that yesterday"
Then, when we are turned around in an unfamiliar part of town, and she is screaming or I mean talking on the phone and hubby askes her to be quite... and then I tell her to be quiet, and she continues SQUACK SQUACK SQUACK... and I say "Let it GO! He can't hear the GPS"
I have to apologize because I hurt her feelings...
God, I am angry and having trouble letting this go...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
See, it's not far from the house... Just far enough for a little privacy...
I guess I forgot to take a picture when we just had the floor down and then the walls, probably cuz I was doing hard work and sweaty... We made the trusses ourself...
Ok all the trusses are up... We should have had a video of that fiasco... Hubby on a ladder, we wedging a 2x4x12 between the braces, hoisting it up in the air, while hubby grabbed an end and put it in the bracket and screwed it in before my arms completely gave out... One wall goes up... woot woot!
So this past summer when hubby and I went to Ohio I saw these old oak planks that were weathered and worn sitting in her garage... I ask hubby to beg for them, they had been sitting forever, and shes a borderline hoarder... So hubby brought is totally awesome wood home for me... Doesn't it make it look all rustic, as though the barn has been here for 50 years!
Preteen A asked to sleep out there, alone, then changed her mind and asked Little P to go with her... I wonder how long they will last??? It's 9 now and they are heading out soon... my guess, they'll be back by 11...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
So, I was wondering... does anyone else ever feel rushed to unload her grocery cart in to their vehicle? What is the unpublished rule of acceptable time? If a car is waiting for your spot do you take the cart back to the cart return? I find it odd that when I am loading my cart I am careful not to crush the bread or chips, but as soon as I get to my car, I feel this overwhelming urgency to cram it in and get out...
Yesterday, Labor day, made me feel a little home sick. Mostly because it is a day for family picnics and get togethers... we don't have any extended family around... so the day seemed incomplete. Of course we were invited to spend the day with friends, I was very excited to go, but preteen A had the audacity to present a fever... so we couldn't go. :-(
Stay tuned for pictures of the cabin... (hopefully tomorrow, but maybe not, Preteen just mentioned a Science modle due TOMORROW!)
Friday, September 4, 2009
I like to also tell you about the cabin we are building out of scrap material, and how awesome it is, with pictures!
I also would like to start sewing some aprons, in an attempt to make some Christmas money... Yes I said it. Christmas!! Christmas, christmas....
About the fact the preteen has a boyfriend, and hubby is having chest pains.
I am even considering not using birth control... But for the LOVE do not tell anyone, because everyone (my mother) would think I was completely crazy, and I'll probably just tell her it was an accident! Well how about that, I am the .01% that got prenant... tee hee hee
I probably am crazy considering that my last post mentioned that we qualify for free/reduced lunch... But hubby goes back to work Oct 6th, and we'll be gettign real paychecks then.
Oh an in reference to the bok I mentioned, my attempt to start trying to change some things about myself... like judging, and following through with my intentions... but more on that later.
So I used to blog every morning... but hubby is not working right now, so I am not alone with my thoughts... my thoughts and I are very very modest... we don't like anyone looking over my shoulder as they are revieled... So here I am at work, and everyone is at lunch, and me being the crazy rebel that I am... well, I decided to blog.
Oh HEY, Did I tell you? My house in Florida FINALLY SOLD!!!! It was a short sale, but no foreclosure me me... WOO HOO Baby!!!
Friday, August 28, 2009
I have been invited over to her house at least 6 times in the past year and she has canceled each one. She drug me to church to join a small group, and then 3 months in to it, quit coming.
I personally don't mind a single one of these things, because I stopped holding much weight to her commitments, but then she made a commitment to my daughter. She said she would bring her girls over to swim with my daughter and backed out. In an attempt to comfort my daughters sadness and dissappointment, I explained to her that Janet is not a good planner. She wants to do alot of things, but can't and then has to cancel.
So last night was Open house to the elementary school. I found a display of writings that the kids had done where each line started with:
Little P wrote "I understand that my mom's friend Janet is not a good planner"
I laughed to hard, I was in tears....
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
In other news...
Being the first day of school yesterday, I had a boat load of paper work to fill out last night... you know the same ole, same ole, emergency contacts, understanding of school policy's... and lastly the reduced or free lunch form... I have never in the past even glanced at this form, but last night I did...
We Qualify! You know, I thought we were doing ok, I mean we have cut out expenses to the bare bones, and we are making ends meet... We have been fine... Not vacationing anytime soon, but grocery shopping consists of more than ramen noodles... So we are good, right?
We qualify for reduced lunch... I. can. not. believe. it.
I don't feel poverty level... I was even disillusioned to think I was "middle class" lol...
Friday, August 14, 2009
Now in case you have young children, or all your children have grown then you don't necessarily realize that preteens, teens or young adults know everything there is to know and no longer need the assistance of parents.
I am trying to look calm because I know for her to actually ASK for help means that she has tried everything known to man prior to asking... I carefully walk in to her room, apprehensive of what I might find... and then I see it...
So last night hubby got up around 3:30 am and had to, uh... tinkle. As he was standing in our bathroom, Speedo ran between his feet. Being in mid-stream, hubby was unable to capture the fugitive, but we have at least had a sighting... He is alive, and in the house...
There is a apb out with his description...
2 in long
will not answer to the name Speedo...
Watch for him on America's Most Wanted... if you see him, you can leave a message here on the tip line.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Author - Andy Andrews
Description: Poverty. A failing marriage. Old age. Lost Dreams. A failing business. An unsure future. To the residents of Orange Beach, Alabama, these desperations are dead ends. Hopeless, barren places with no chance to change.
But an old drifter named Jones with a gift for seeing what others miss, there is no such thing as a dead end. It only takes a little "perspective" he says, to recognize the miracles in our moments, the seeds of greatness tucked in our struggles.
As Jones mysteriously makes his way through this coastal town and into the searching hearts of its residents, he offers simple wisdom and sound hope.
"My contention is that you are right where you are supposed to be. This may look like barren sand to you, but nothing could be further from the truth. I say to you as you lay your head down tonight, you are sleeping on fertile ground. THINK, LEARN, PRAY, PLAN, DREAM. For soon you will become."
My thoughts: This was one of those books that didn't just entertain me. It touched me. Do you ever look are a situation from the outside and the solution seems SO obvious, but when you are among the situation you can't see anything clearly? This is the "perspective" that Jones gives people. One thing in this book that really spoke to me was, it said we often judge ourselves by our intentions, but others by their actions. I intended to take a friend dinner after her surgery, and I intended to write a thank you note, and I intended to visit a lonely neighbor. After all my intentions, It's amazing I have a moment left to my family in any given day. But I never did any of them... So then all my friends sees after her surgery is that no one cared or bothered to bring by a meal for her family while she recovered, or the lonely neighbor is once again reassured that she has no value or purpose for someone to give her a few moments of time. I think "It's the thought that counts" only counts when you have taken action, that didn't maybe turn out as good as you planned. The thought only would have counted if I HAD taken my friend dinner, only to find out that they couldn't eat specifically what I sent. It's the thought that counts of the thank you card came a little later than it should have. It's the thought that counts, if I can only visit for 20 minutes, because 20 is better than nothing at all.
If you life is a mess, it is only a mess up until this very moment. You can change, Right now. Change doesn't take time, it can happen in an instant... what will take time is your reputation and people's opinions of you. You can tell people that you are different all you want, but they will need to SEE the change in you.
ok I could go on and on because I really liked this book, so I will stop before I give everything away... Go get this book now, I promise you will not be disappointed.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
No biggie, right? She's 11, and a half, going in to middle school and a straight A student.
She returned a little while later... with the return address stamped next to the lines in the upper left hand corner, the TO: address directly under where the retuen should be... the postage was the only thing properly placed...
She was never taught how to address an envelope! Never! Can you believe this? She says she learned how to properly write a letter... and then what? E-mail it? Obviously we are in a new day and age...
I love NOTHING more than to recieve snail mail... (that isn't a bill or junk)
In fact... I just may sit down and pen some snail mail letters to some friends... That is what you find a box of in your grandma's attic... old letters from thier friends and loves... what are our grandkids gonna find? printed off e-mails? My blog??? yuk. They should be able to see my hand writing.
I think I could write a whole seperate blog about poison ivy... My Little P has it right now, and she cried out to me this morning that it was "sobbing" and "leeping" she's just so close to the right word... seeping... yet so far away.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Then Aunt Jenn and I took the girls to their very first concert ever. The Jonas Brothers.
and get back to normal...
Thursday, July 9, 2009
This will be a 100 things on my mind right now.
1 - I hope this doesn't end up sucking
2 - Where is the line between normal teen angst and an actual problem?
3 - Why does this have to rear it's ugly head at the MIL's house?
4 - I am having jealousy issues.
5 - I wish I spent more time reading the bible.
6 - There is a weird sounding bird outside but I am half afraid to go see what it is.
7 - Because I saw a coyote a couple days ago.
8 - Ok, I can't stand it, I'm going to go look.
9 - Gone
10 - yummm coffeeeeeee
11 - You know I was actually starting to feel bad for preteen A. Like maybe I over reacted... Pish, not any more.
12 - Did I do something wrong? Probably, whatever.
13 - Why does no one seem to care that my brother has no faith and my sister jumps from any anti-christian faith every couple years, but when I decided to get baptized... they were offended?
14 - Can you divorce your family at 34 yrs old? Hire a new one?
15 - Wow only number 15? hmmm this may be "20 things on my mind"
16 - I am jealous that my friend is pregnant
17 - Do I want a baby? Hahahah that's the million dollar question.
18 - If I could answer that for my self, I wouldn't be so jealous, I think.
19 - I figure I have 10 months to decide... I think at 35 yrs... no more babies.
20 - Why is some people can crap in a bag and have everyone declare potpourri?
21 - I have a love/hate relationship with facebook. I love it and hate the fact that it is such a time sucker.
22 - ok back to preteen again, she told Grandma that she likes evil. MIL want to take her to counseling.
23 - Hubby agrees, I agree but would rather the counseling be here...I mean 2-3 sessions, it's not gonna do anything.
24 - How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
25 - I can't decide if this is entertaining or stupid????
26 - I KNOW I had a 100 thoughts running through my head last night... what were they?
27 - Sister in law invited Scott and I to go on vacation with them... LOL
28 - Why is that so funny? Oh because hubby is being laid off for 3 months... yeah.
29 - She said it won't be that much, we have a time share... Whatever...
30 - Speaking of too much, why do those curved shower curtain rods cost 40 dollars! It doesn't matter where I go... they all cost 40 bucks.
31 - My garden is doing AWESOME... I have a million tomatoes and cucumbers... the banana peppers are coming out... SO cool.
32 - I wish I could afford to get a facial... my face looks so old for some reason.
33 - How much gray hair is "normal" for someone my age?
34 - Is it weird that I don't want to color my hair? I guess that means I don't have a lot yet.
35 - I need to clean Mike and Speedo's cage (gerbil and hamster) whew do they stink.
36 - Hubby's BFF gave him a drum set... does that mean he doesn't like me? lol j/k
37 - Hubby want to be a one man band... not really but he want to play piano guitar and drums.
38 - I put away roughly 800 files over the past 2 days and my hands are riddled with paper cuts and they hurt.
39 - I refuse to shop at Lowes... only Home Depot for me.
40 - I need to change the sheet on my bed.
41 - I made the baby deadline of 35, that means I could also change that deadline.
42 - Please, life isn't gonna stabilize before then, who am i kidding... No more babies I guess.
43 - Maybe that realization is what is making me tear up at the very moment.
44 - Or more so that I'm losing her
45 - Ummmm coffeeeeeeeeeeee
46 - I wish we were busy enough at work for me to be full time. Oh and maybe a raise? that would be nice! It's hard to ask for a raise when you know financially they can't afford it, whether you deserve it or not.
47 - Recently, my hubby has BO when he comes home from work... I know, I am SO spoiled... he usually never smells.... even when he is sweaty.
48 - He also hasn't been doing much around the house, which is starting to get on my nerves a little.
49 - I don't expect him to take on any chores, but he could just clean up after himself, right?
50 - Woo hoo half way.... anyone still reading? anyone? hello?
51 - I know none of this is life altering... I could stew on the baby idea and preteen and frustration all day.
52 - Frustration? oh in people that are disgruntled with their employment, when I am SO grateful to have any at all.
53 - I'm jealous over other people financial stability. There I said it. I'm not proud.
54 - It not having what you want, it wanting what you got....
55 - I think I need to say some prayers...
56 - And why haven't I prayed for Preteen? Geesh, I can be such a schmuck sometimes.
57 - My spiritual love tank is empty... I need to do something for someone else and get over my pity party.
58 - I miss my kids... 4 weeks they've been gone.
59 - I can feel the sadness rolling in...
60 - I wish I were stronger, physically.
61 - It's a good thing I don't have credit cards... Retail therapy sounds SO appealing... but my pockets are empty... Dollar tree retail therapy just doesn't cut it.
62 - I wore my birthday shoes today... even put on a little blush in hopes that I could trick myself in to feeling better.
63 - It's not working, in fact I and in a constant state of keeping the tears from rolling.
64 - I am unmotivated right now
65 - Actually all I really want to do is go home and clean the house from top to bottom... it's my therapy
66 - I really love the smell of Murphy's Oil soap.
67 - I have writer's block - again...
68 - I am fearful that without my kids being here... I am extremely dull.
69 - haha 69 :-)
70 - I could use a great fart joke right now...
71 - Dang it, stupid pen leaked... I hate this stupid pen. GRRRRRrrrrrr
72 - Seriously new renter lady... if you call me again I personally will put you out on the curb.
73 - Ahhhh some background music...
74 - Counseling... Geesh... she's only 11.
75 - I really should be working
76 - Dang I REALLY would love a smoke right now
77 - It's been 11 months since my last cigarette, yea me!
78 - Did you know I have never ever eaten a twinkie... I wonder if they are any good?
79 - I have never broken a bone (knock on wood)
80 - I think it's funny that I am 5'9" and my momma is 5'3" I rest my chin on the top of her head.
81 - I've read "What to expect when your expecting, what to expect the first year and what to expect the toddler years... Where is What to expect the teen years???? Huh? This is when I need a stinking book!
82 - I think my husband is totally hot. Seriously, Way sexier even than when we married!
83 - I used to think I had my teen angst episodes because my parents divorced, remarried, widowed... I guess I would have gone through it no matter what, huh?
84 - I CAN NOT WAIT to get paid tomorrow... man I have some bills chained to my ankle... or so it feels.
85 - Yawn...
86 - I bleached my mustache last night, and waxed the top of my feet... I wasn't embarrassed that i had hair on the top of them until someone made fun of me...
87 - I would love to spent the day on a beach right now
88 - I want to snuggle my little P
89 - Actually I could really use a long hug... although the poor sap that falls for that is gonna get a wet sleave.
90 - I would REALLY like to EAT all my emotions right now
91 - Oh no... You've got to be kidding... My right kidney hurts.
92 - Cuz that's what I need, a kidney stone to take a journey...
93 - I told MIL no to counseling... now I gotta tell hubby
94 - Damn my kidney hurts.. SHIT.
95 - Can I go home and crawl into bed now?
96 - Wearing my birthday shoes did NOT work at all...
97 - Uh, dang it only 3 more stupid thoughts... this was hard!
98 - Oh hey, 97 was the year my preteen was born...
99 - I think I might throw up.
100 - Scary huh? looking into my brain...
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday night hubby and I went to The World's Fair Park... for you non-Tennessee'ians... Do you remember the Simpson episode when Bart and Milhouse stole Homers car... they found a flyer for the World's Fair only it was from 1982??? Well the Sun- o- Sphere is still there, there is an observation deck, a bar and a couple businesses... So as theTennessee citizens we are we did our duty and went up to the observation deck... Boring.
We then took off and went to Bass Pro Shops...lol.. spent at LEAST 2 hours there and then promptly the next day... we took the boat out fishing. It was WONDERFUL... we put the boat in the water and decided to go a different direction and under a bridge... and then we found another bridge which opened up to this large secluded lake. We were the only ones there...We fished for 5 hours, caught a dozen fish betweeen the two of us and a WICKED sunburn on our backs. Now before ya all start lecturing... We applied new suscreen spf 30 twice! It's just our backs, and it is obvious where the sunscreen was applied and where we missed...
I have some pictures of the events that I just mentioned, but... I know... BUT they are in the camera that is in my hubby's truck that is in the gated parking lot of his work.
PS: This was post 99, so I guess that means the next one better be good, huh? The big 1-0-0... I'll post pictures... promise!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I DO NOT reccomend this as an alternative to acheiving climatic results... Because there is not result... you just wind up and stop.
I have shared this sensation with my Hubby and he concurs the sensation. He also said, not to hang on because as soon as it starts to burn, the happy ending is no longer an option.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
My Mother bought my eleven yr old, lip peircing, lying, wanna be goth daughter black converse that go all the way to the knee.
I would never have bought those for her, I don't think I am going to allow her to wear them to school and now my mom had CREATED a fight for me. How about, "Gee Preteen A, I don't think your mom would allow her preteen to wear something like that, how about we find something a little more age appropiate" But NO....
Thanks mom for helping to drive that looming wedge between me and my daughter just a little farther.
Monday, June 8, 2009
First, I would like to know how to spend 2 minutes on my hair and have it look as though it was professionally styled, or that I just naturally have FAB-U-LOUS hair.
Second, it there ANY way possible to have naturally curly hair AND bangs and not (let me emphasis NOT) look like and 80's hair band rock star?
:-( I hate my hair right now...
I don't need a haircut, I need a hair STYLE... I even dreamt about my old stlyist who I think lives in California now... and I begged him to help me (my hair at least)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I wish I could say I was sorry, but I'm not.
Hubby caught me peeking and said "It was a violation of her privacy" but really, when your eleven year old pierces her lip with a thumb tack, doesn't she then forfeit her rights to privacy? I am thinking YES.
So I saw peeking out of one of her binders a piece of paper that read...
What I've learned... Age 11
I knew I had to get back to it and read the rest, so once she left the binder in the living room (I didn't even have to go in her room) and went off swimming... I snagged it and read...
I've learned that parents NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE!
I've learned that parents don't want their kids to be Goth or Emo.
I've learned that boys get into a lot of trouble.
I've learned that lying is a lot harder than I thought.
That last lesson is a tough one for anyone to learn!
So Friday, the kids go to florida with O'ma and it will just me hubby and me for almost 2 months... One of two things will happen either
1 - I will resume blogging with a vengeance. or
2 - My kids are the source of my blogging and i will have NOTHING to write about at all...
I guess we'll just have to wait and see...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
So back to my title... in my cupboard I have from left to right:
Glasses - Plastic tumblers - Mugs - Kid cups
Everyday, this set up never changes, they go in their rightful spot, they come out of their rightful spot. My kids understand this concept. So why I ask, when MIL decides to unload the dishwasher, are they all crammed in every which way, in no order, stacked all over each other?
So last night when I went to get a glass from the cupboard, and they were all askew, I didn't even care who was watching, I fixed them. Put them all away in their rightful place.
So my question... Am I OCD, or just irritated with my MIL?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I have a confession. I have ever so loved reading your blog about the crazy antics your daughters get themselves into... I have daughters also, ages 9 and 11. My confession is that as I was reading your blog, I was one of THOSE parents. You know the ones, the ones we all were BEFORE we had children. The "I'd NEVER let that happen in my house, MY child would never act that way" parent. Basically I had my stuck up nose in the air, my head in the clouds, and I am deeply sorry. Please accept my apology.
I intend now to go back and read your blog not so much as entertainment, but as a training manual. A guide as to what my girls are going to get into, how to catch them, and interrogating techniques. I realize that your humor and blogging is probably the only thing that keeps you from crying. As it is for me right now.
I am sure you are asking how I have been so enlightened. Well I will tell you. Last night pre-teen A had a friend spend the night... They were all holed up in her room, taking Tiger beat quizzes, pretend kissing Joe Jonas, painting nails... Or so I thought. For some reason, one I CAN NOT explain, I decided to walk on in and hang out with them for a few minutes. The door was barricaded, and once that was removed they hopped on the bed and both sat there with hands glued to their mouths. Once I finally made her move her hand away from her face, I found a lip piercing. (I'll wait a moment for you all to pick yourselves off the ground and back into your chair.
Before I go any further, let me stress that One: She is eleven and Two: Her parents (me and Hubby) are NOT that cool.
So she pulls her hand away from her face, and proclaims, it's not that bad... Her friends professes, I did it too! They both start back pedaling BIG time, who's idea it was, blah blah blah... I looked at Preteen and said "You're Grounded" I looked at her friend and said "Your going home" I was SO mad I was shaking. I told them I didn't care WHO's idea it was, they BOTH knew better. Oh did I mention they used a thumbtack to pierce it? Then put earrings in?
Momma is pissed. I am in full psychotic mom mode. I am making a poster today of the rules of the house hold. She is NOT gonna know what hit her.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
My in-laws came a day early, but this is fine.. Remind me, this is fine,right?
I only need to:
Go grocery shopping (think mother hubbard)
Buy b-day presents for Little P's birthday party (tomorrow)
Bake a 3 layer cake (as per littleP's request)
decorate a 3 layer cake to look "hawaiian" (any suggestions?)
Do, approx 317, loads of laundry
All by COB today, because...
Tomorrow morning I am getting Baptized! Yeah Me! and then the parrr-tyyyy is at 2pm.
Ok, not more blogging for me... Must drink coffee, and shower, then print off this blog as a to do list.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Worker1: When's your birthday?
Worker2: July 10th
Worker1: Wow, next month, it's soon.
Worker2: No the month after next
Worker1: (eyes glazed in confusion)
Worker2: It goes May, June THEN July.
And I wonder why I "accidently" get charged for 100 chicken nuggets instead of 20.
On the pregnancy note, my baby turns 9 today... She should have turned 9 like 2 weeks ago since she was due on May 7th... but noooo she does things in her own time... she waited until the 20th, and then came out like lightening.
May 19th 9pm. The doctors sent hubby home to sleep, and gave me a sleeping pill. It was two weeks past my due date and they were going to induce in the morning.
May 19th 10pm. My water broke, no one believed me called hubby to come back to the hospital. I'm sleepy and 1cm.
May 19th 11pm. 2cm
May 20th 12:01am. Almost 4 cm. Nurse leaves to call for an Epidural
May 20th 12:15am. I am screaming "I have to push, I have to push I can't help it I have too" the nurse runs in the room "What did you say?" I tell her I have to push... She says to wait until she checks me, It's too soon, I am only 4cm. She bends down to check and says "whoa, I can see the head" I ask, does that mean I am 10cm? Honey you are beyond 10cm you are having this baby now!
May 20th 12:25am. Everyone is in place, my epidural has been canceled I can finally push.
May 20th 12:42am. Kendra Paige 8lbs 10 1/2 oz 22 1/2 inches long enters the world blue.
The events from this second until she is placed in my arms I have NO memory of, Hubby told me 2 years later. She was blue and they took her to do CPR, I only remember shaking and thinking it was taking an eternity for her to cry.
The next thing i remember is hearing her cry, being placed in my arms and the shaking stopped instantly.
Happy Birthday Little P
Friday, May 15, 2009
Several years ago, I heard about this crazy new thing called a Brazilian wax. In case you have been living in an underground bomb shelter for the past 10years, a Brazilian wax is when they wax your entire va jay jay. I know some of you are probably screaming "The horror, the horror" but this was actually appealing to me. I wanted a hair less, stubble free, movie ready va jay jay!
Attempt Number one: The mother of one of Preteen A's friends does this for a living (only preteen A was in Kindergarten at the time) or so I think. My brain says "Wouldn't you rather show your stuff to someone you know and trust vs a stranger? So I call her and make an appt. As I am laying on the waxing table, revealing all my privates, she reveals that she has never done this, but wanted to try it. Great my pitsy is now her guinea pig. So she starts, waxing, we get the nervous giggles, I realize all of a sudden that we are parent chaperone's at the school and she has not only seen but HANDLED my who haa! My lunch hour is up, we clean up the wax, I am partially waxed, bruised and there is NOTHING sexy about the results.
Attempt Number two: Cruising down an aisle in wally world when I see this bright back light to a green box. Brazilian wax, gentle home kit. Sweet! If you want something done right you gotta do it your self. So the instruction say to apply oil to the area you want to wax to keep the wax from adhering to the skin and only the hair. I apply the oil to a small tester spot, I apply the wax and RRRRRRRRRIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. WOW, it worked and the pain minimal! This is awesome, yes, I am applying more wax this time, finally I found something that works... Yes. NO! No nonononononononoooooooooo... I forgot to apply the oil! What have I done? ok ok no need to panic, lets just gently peel the wax off... ouch ouch ouch... it's pulling my skin. ok, lets warm it up with the blow dryer and I can get the wax off... not working now it is just spreading out and sticking to more skin, my va jay jay feels sealed shut from the wax... Ok, lets turn COLD water on int he shower, it will quit spreading and maybe I can break off the wax... holy %@#^ No this is NOT working... I had to shave/pull out all the hair that had been affected to get the wax off... I looked like I tried to "landscape the bush" with a weed wacker.
Attempt Number three: Time to hire a professional. I drive 30 miles to a spa that does this on a regular basis. THEY will know what they are doing and get this job done right. So I go into the little room, expose my who ha and we get started, she hands me cotton and says hold this here, hold that there, don't let go, she is waxing and ripping and waxing and ripping , wax rip wax rip. Finally after I think she has waxed and ripped everything at least 15 times, I tell her... Are you almost done, I can't take anymore... She says yes. She also says that it being the first time, there would be SOME hair left over, that It takes time and more appts to get the final result. She leaves so that I can mourn the violation I had endured and dress oh, and a mirror to see the results... The result? There was still 45% of my hair left! I DID NOT have a movie ready, stubble free va jay jay... and I WASN'T coming back to blow another 70 bucks to have HALF of my hair waxed...
Attempt Number four: Hahaha Are you kidding? No way, I am just gonna stick to my razor from here on out.