Hoarder next door

I think I may have an unhealthy addiction the the two shows on TLC and A&E, Hoarders and Hoarding: Buried Alive. That show is like a car accident... It completely grosses me out, but I can NOT stop watching. The kids run in fear when ever I watch, because they know things are about to be thrown away... So the benefit is their rooms seem to stay a little neater...

From watching this show, and putting a name to this... chaos. I noticed that there is a hoarder that lives down the road from me... We first made fun of the fact that they mowed (once a month) around the scooter in the front yard... then we noticed things appearing on the front porch. Then one day as we drove past, someone was walking out of the house and 1-they couldn't open the front door all the way and 2-We could see a nano second of a glimpse inside.

A am dying to get in that house... I know it's gotta be disturbing, but the organization nut in me is fascinated by it. If you or anyone you know want am amateur organizer/therapist to help them clean up a hoarder home... Look me up!

Real bonafide fresh eggs

This past spring I finally talked my husband into letting me get a couple chickens... I know you all probably think I am completely nuts, but I live in the country, on several acres, amd I thought chickens would be a good beginner live stock to own...

Aren't the adorable?

Well, now they are big, the rooster scares me sometimes and black and white was killed by a neighborhood dog. So that leaves me with "Rudy" the rooster and what I like to call "the twins".

Yesterday, one of the twins, laid her first egg!!!! I am SO excited! They are finally giving back...

Meanest mom ever... That's ME!

So this morning, after I dropped off Little P and after I dropped off preteen A at her bus stop, 5-10 min later she sends a text saying "Stop at the school and drop of 14 bucks for field trip"
I reply "I can't" (why can't I, you ask? It's called the drop off line and then momma is 45 min late for work) and then call her...

At that moment I was in a place that I could turn and possibly intercept the bus, I asked her where the next stop was after hers, she got snotty and said "you've never been on this road" I assure her I know where she is going if she would just tell me... She says "forget it, I have my own money" I said 'GREAT!" she said "FINE!" I know, I know, I fine example of maturity...

So I turn back around and start heading to work... 5-10 minutes later I receive this text "Never mind, I don't have enough money" I said"Sorry, I am too far away now" She "whatever'd me and will be losing her phone and party privilege this weekend...

Can I Scream now?

Lousy Day..

I am SO glad yesterday is over! My BFF got mad at me, My mom was randomly lecturing me, my cousin seemed to kinda doing the same thing, the drive through lady at chick-fil-a got snotty with me and my boss, in not so many words, indicated that I am taking advantage of him.

I'll explain the last one... This summer I went from a part time, 1099 employee to a full blown salary employee. With the understanding that (in his mind) that I'd usually work 40-50 hours and the occasional 35 a week. SOOO making me salary would benefit him, and it did during the summer because my kids were at grandma's and I worked all kinds of hours.

Now that school is in session... My hours are not so flexible... the kids get on the bus at 7:20, then I make my 0 min journey to work and start by 8am... Then, I never take more than 30 minutes for lunch ( not that the boss man would notice because he is hardly ever there) but I do that so if we miss the bus one day, or we have a dr appt there is no problem. Then keep in mind the 40-45 min drive and the daycare closes at 6pm... I have to be out the door by 5:10. So yesterday I volunteered to work a couple open houses during our parade of homes on the weekends so that in 3 weeks, when the kids have 2 days off for fall break, I could comfortably ask for those days off. Well when I mentioned this to him yesterday, he stated that the hour scale (50-35) has been one sided and I am always off on an emergency...

I am BEYOND pissed... He quickly forgets that I stayed until 5:45 last week when his sales contract came in at 4:59pm, and I needed to scan and convert and blah blah blah... Or the time he needed me at work by 7:30, so I took Preteen A to a friends at 6:15 in the morning and Little P to morning daycare. Being a single guy his whole life, he has NO idea what coordination it takes to make those kinds of adjustments.

Oh and might I add, I am DEAD IN THE WATER at work right now... yesterday, I cleaned out the fridge... Just for something to do... I not exactly leaving him in a bind...
I would really like to go back to hourly, so if I need to take my kids to the Dr, I can, with out guilt. Just don't pay me for 2 hours! AND if we aren't doing ANYTHING anyways, let me take a day off with my kids? GRRRRrrrrrrr.

Short and Sweet

I only have 4 minutes before i have to get in the shower and start the day, but as I mentioned, I miss my blog life. So I am still in the process of cutting back on facebook, which has been surprisingly easy and instead of the usual mad dash for the shower 10 min past schedule. Today I was left with 4 minutes to spare...

With now only two minutes remaining I can't get into a long story about my liar liar pants on fire children. I will save that for another time, but right now, I am just working on getting back in the habit of blogging...

We'll talk again soon

Lucky

I miss my blog life...

I do, I really miss it, yet as I went from part time employement to full time, and became the treasurer of the PTO, and run a kid to Girl Scouts once a week... That thing I once took for granted, free-time, is now greatly missed.

I miss my outlet of story telling, I have no outlet for this at work because my office consists of me and my boss... Who is male and doesn't care about my totally awesome new hot pink purse.

He doesn't care about my crafty paint project, or manicures, or the stupid things my kids do.

This leaves me with a pent up over abundence of words that I can't get out on a daily basis...

I may need to tweek my schedule, which would mostly consist of limiting facebook...

Then maybe there would be time to resume blogging...

I mean, my oldest daughter is about to turn 13, I need reinforcements, I just discovered TWO secret facebook accounts... and can I just say... it is gonna sound horribly inappropiate but... the girl has passed me up, in ahh... her... oh heck, she has bigger boobs than me!!!!

Oh and did I tell you??? We were robbed a 3rd time this year!

You've you la

Saturday morning, hubby and I took little P to Home depot to do her monthly kid craft... Then hubby did a little shopping since it was his birthday and he had all his tools stolen... This is only only relevent to the conversation you are about to hear, because of it's completely unrelated topic. We checked out and were heading home when little P, from the back seat, said:

Little P: Would we be able to talk if we didn't have a uvula?

Me/Hubby: (Busted a gut laughing)