Morning meanderings

What else are you supposed to do when you wake up at 4 am and can’t go back to sleep? I tried to clean the kitchen but it seemed every little noise reverberated through the house like a gong. In deference to the sleeping angels in the house, I gave up that occupation after getting one side of the counter cleaned off and scrubbed.

So here I sit at 5:25 am, blogging away like some insomniatic nut.

I guess you could say that I have something swirling around in my subconscious that is keeping me away which could very well be but that’s unusual for me. Rather, it’s unusual that I am unable to stuff such thoughts into a small, dark hole until morning. I never wake up and am unable to go back to sleep, I mean NEVER! Perhaps it’s excitement about my upcoming vacation but that is still over a week away. Perhaps it’s angst that my husband’s younger sister has decided to make a reappearance after the destruction she left the last time she was here. Hmmm, could very well be that but I don’t think so. I prayed about that situation and put it in God’s hands. He will take care of it, I’m done. Perhaps it’s just a bit of leftover energy that has decided to resurface ~ yeah, right! I have two kids, both of which have been battling illness this week. Extra energy? My kingdom for some extra time, extra money and extra energy!

5:30 am is a good time to ponder, reflect and listen to Buble. But then, when isn’t a good time to listen to Michael Buble?

I didn’t blog about his concert because it was just to awesome to put into mere words. I never expected to be so entertained by one person. Not only was the music phenomenal, he was very charismatic and downright funny. I laughed more in one evening than I have in months. If I were honest, I would say I laughed more at his show than when I attended the Blue Collar Comedy Tour Rides Again. Hard to imagine, isn’t it? I suppose it would be because I had high expectations of the comedy show making me laugh ~ which it did indeed. But I did not have any expectation of laughing as much as I did at Buble’s show. Don’t get me wrong, some of the content was a bit inappropriate for the younger folks in the crowd but my kids weren’t there so I let myself enjoy as an adult not a mom. My sides hurt the next day because of the laughter. So I think I’ll not only go to see Mr. Michael Buble again, I think I’ll pay more money for better seats next time!

I’m looking around here in basement land and seeing how much I truly have left to do down here. The USPS has called several times and wants their paint color back so I’ve got to pick another color to paint the walls in my little office cum guest room. Not that USPS blue is bad, just ask my sister. Her house is infamous for it’s USPS blue exterior paint. I’m sure NASA uses her house as a marker for astronauts from space. It’s just not the color I want for an interior room in my house. I kind of feel like I’m inside a blueberry. Alas, the burden of changing this situation falls upon me and I have NO IDEA what color to paint the walls down here. First of all, what the heck will cover this lovely (dripping with sarcasm here) color and not seep through? As many of you know, I’m not one for having the patience to paint primer several times and then color at least twice so it needs to be something that can happen in 3 coats or less. I’ll ponder this a bit more before making any rash decisions.
Once the paint is chosen and slapped up on the walls, I’m going to lean on DH to make a flooring decision for this room. The vinyl floor is dismal but made worse only after the walls stop making those unprepared gasp for air. Hardly noticeable now but wait until the walls aren’t enough to choke you and then we’ll see how much attention the floor gets. Once those two projects are completed I will only have the bathroom to remodel…or rather, WE will only have the bathroom to remodel. DH and I have a pretty good idea what we want to do, it’s just getting the “get up and go” to do it. I thought it would make a great winter project but winter has come and (FINALLY) gone with nothing done in the bathroom down here. Oh well.

That brings me to another irritant ~ I love spring. Truly, I do. I chose Spring as the season to get married. Everything begins to grow and bloom again. It’s a new awakening. A fresh start. It’s great. Except for one thing. I am just a little bit allergic to those pesky Bradford Pear trees that seem so popular in my little neck of the woods. Honestly, they are useless trees that stink to high heaven when they bloom and have little to no root system. Besides being somewhat aesthetically pleasing, I can not fathom why anyone would want them around. If it wouldn’t put me into anaphylactic shock, I’d go on a chain saw rampage and cut them all down. Aargh. I can’t be the only one who is plagued by this menace. Anti Bradford Pear Tree-ers Unite! We’ll start a movement and remove this horrible irritant. Forget Global Warming, let’s get rid of Bradford Pears! I’ll plant any other tree but that one, I swear!

Enough blogging for now, I’m going to go change the sheets on the spare bed for the arrival of the in-laws and my hubby’s younger sister. Pray for me….or more accurately, pray that He keeps one hand on my shoulder and the other over my mouth. I’m going to need it.

Happy Easter to all! God is Great!

Tired and witchy

A couple of you saw this in email form earlier but I thought it deserved greater exposure.

I'm sure you all can imagine my day yesterday at home with two sick kids. Well, let me tell you what I managed to accomplish yesterday while at home with the two sicklies....

• Swept and swiffer wet cleaned the living room floor 3x - including picking up all toys and moving all furniture.
• Put away all toys in the appropriate bin/basket/room
• Dusted living room
• Swiffer wet cleaned the bathroom floor
• Wash, dried, folded and put away 5 loads of laundry
• Crock potted dinner
• Cleaned our bedroom which was a HUGE deal since there is a ton of clothes not on hangers for some reason.
• Re-arranged 2 pieces of furniture in my bedroom for better tv placement and viewing.
• Changed sheets on all 3 beds.
• Put sheets on the downstairs bed for the in-laws impending arrival Friday PM.
• Vacuumed den downstairs.
• Sorted miscellaneous toys downstairs and created a "discard/donate" bin.
• Took pictures of turkeys periodically throughout the day.
• Put away the last few lingering Christmas decorations hanging out in the kitchen.
• Had QT with Tater while Sweet Tater was asleep.
• Had QT with Sweet Tater while Tater was watching his builder show.

All before the hubby got home. After he got home, I managed to get dinner on the table and wash the dinner dishes, well all but 3 before I died. I was in bed and asleep by 8:30. It's hard to keep sick kids.

If DH would have been home, he would have.....

• Held Sweet Tater all day long in the recliner while he and Tater watched various sci-fi and violent movies and ate junk food.
• Asked me what was for dinner as I walked through the door.
• Asked me if he had clean jeans.

So that is why I'm tired today...and a bit, well, honestly, witchy. I woke up this am to a nasty rainy day and when I mentioned my hair appointment as a reminder that DH is supposed to pick up the kids, I got the "Deer In The Headlights" look. Great. Love it when they listen. "I do listen to you, honey."

Hmm, I guess that's only when I say I want to.....well, we'll leave that alone.

Mommy's Angels

Thanks to J. Raines Photography for these and many other AWESOME pictures!!!

Here are a couple pictures of the Tater and the Sweet Tater.

So can you tell my Sweet Tater is a happy girl? And FINALLY getting some hair.

Just look at my big handsome Tater! I can't believe he's starting school in the fall!

It's the longest Friday afternoon in history...

There is a moderate amount of snowfall predicted and it's so dark outside you would think it was 8 p.m. but I'm still here at work plugging along. I want to be home, in my flannel pants, lounging on the couch with the kids.

But my boss seems to think that icy road conditions won't happen until well after we all depart. Well, newsflash, DH says we have ice hanging from the trees out front. Not everyone lives in the rich part of town SOUTH of downtown. Some of us live a bit outside the city limits so we have to drive up hills and through non-salt covered roads to arrive home.

Oh well. I won't complain. I'll go slow and easy and get there. It's just that I've got a few more minutes before my usual departure time and I could bet that the clock has rolled back a few minutes instead of forward.

Alas, I'm logging off for now.

I'm irritated!

Quick blog about being worthless...a blight upon society...a boil on the ... well, you get it.

I have a problem with people who are users. You've all met at least one in your lifetime. These are the people who are content to let the world take care of them. They have zero initiative, zero goals, and for most, zero jobs or job prospects. These people have a deep seated belief that someone, someone or everyone owes them something.

What gives?

I mean, seriously, I can not fathom letting someone else do EVERYTHING for me. What kind of person will sit on their rear end, day after day after day and let others do for them as if they are not capable. I'm not talking about the disabled or those who have suffered a set back and are having trouble getting on their feet. I'm talking about people who are physically able to obtain a job that contributes to society as well as the income of their household. People who may not be rocket scientists but can certainly do the most menial of tasks when directed. People who have blood flow above the neck. People who breathe and eat and drink and do all the other things the rest of us do. Drive, shop (with other people's money), and even (God Forbid!) vote.

I have an issue with stupid people - always have. No tolerance for them. Well, I've just added lazy, worthless users to the list.

Stop sucking off your friends, family, and society in general. Put on your big girl panties (or big boy undies) and get off your rear! No one wants to hear you whine about how much your life stinks and how you have such a bum rap or a raw deal. The only thing anyone wants to see is you get off your butt and do something to make your own life better!

I'm done now. I could keep going on this one for days but I'm forcing myself to stop and think of those who have been knocked down by health reasons, tornadoes, etc. and are not only pulling themselves up by their own bootstraps, they are bettering themselves!!! Way to go!

Now, for the rest of you, if you won't fix yourself, stay out of my way. Don't call me, don't write me, don't email me some pathetic excuse for why you stink. Just forget I exist and make sure you steer clear of me because I have no patience and the next time we meet, I just might go off on your sorry @$$!

Monday Monday

Fantastic weekend...well, fantastic Sunday at least. Saturday was...okay. Two cranky children do not a happy mommy make. But Sunday redeemed the weekend. BEAUTIFUL weather conducive to plenty of outdoor time. Fresh air = pleasantly tired children.

Plus, DH was able to get some things done (i.e. Christmas lights are FINALLY down) and was able to start thinking about Spring projects. I asked again about when he was going to call all the troops together to start fencing. I got the standard, "I don't know" response so I'm going to pick a weekend and start the ball rolling. If not, my horses may sue for separation based on their crappy barn area. I don't think grass will ever grow in that fenced area again.

I was also able to clean out my SUV ~ I know, several of you just gasped in utter astonishment but it's true. Not only did I clean out the crap in the front seat (tissues, receipts, etc.) but I also completely emptied the entire thing. Wrinkled up french fries, gummies, miscellaneous body parts for Happy Meal toys. I was a bit surprised at what I found when I started flipping up the seats in the middle row. But hey, I made out with a total of $0.41 enough to buy a stamp for another month or two. Brace yourself, I even vacuumed it out with the house vacuum cleaner. Aren't you proud of me? Then I windexed all but the windows. Don't ask.

Now, to get an oil change and get the darn thing cleaned. I hate it when we get any kind of snow here. TDOT loads the road with brine solution and that is just one nasty mess on a car. I know you're supposed to wash it off as soon as possible, but please, I the likely hood of my cheap self paying for a car wash is almost up there with winning the lottery.

But Sunday was a great day. Windows were opened, groceries were bought for the first time in about 3 weeks (DH danced a jig of joy for this!), and my little DD said "Mama" ~ sigh. It's official. She's a big girl. Crawling as of last week and now calling saying "mamamamamamamama" not as often as "dada" but we'll get there. She's also pulling up on everything! I'm wondering if she'll be walking before her 9 month birthday. We'll see. DH and I are TOTALLY unprepared for that.

DH also discovered DD's 3rd tooth. Fussiness and my daughter are rare. She's usually fussy if she's wet, stinky, or hungry. Not much else bothers her. Saturday we had issues and a couple times yesterday we had issues. About 5:30 pm yesterday, I suggested to Dh to check her gums out and see if we had a new arrival. Sure enough. As she clamped down on his finger, he felt the top tooth. All I can say is "God Bless Highland's Teething Tablets and my sister for telling me about them" ~ whew!

All is well in my world for now and I'd give just about anything to be able to spend the day outside today before it gets nasty again tonight. But oh well, Mommy Nature came to visit yesterday and promised to come back soon. Until then, sunny flowers and hearing "Mama" will make me smile.